#he didn't say it directly but it was the message that I drew from all his criticisms of me.

[subconsciousmysteries]

"Love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage."

"You couldn't hate enough to love."

"Angels lie to keep control."

"IT TOOK THE DEATH OF LOVE TO LET YOU GO."

he's definitely singing about a 2 fix here

[beevean]

Idk I think people objections to vivziepop is overblown, she's hard to work with? So was Yuji Naka, She drew problematic art? So did Miura Kentaro and Rebecca Sugar, she said bad things in the past? So did Seth MacFarlane, she didn't groom any minors or assaulted someone like the Rick and Morty guy or the Red and Stimpy guy

Fun fact, a friend and I today tried to read the "controversies" page on Vivziepop.

And it's. Bad. As in, I refuse to believe anyone older than 20 wrote it.

Some of the claims have sources. Not all of them, though. Case in point, this gem:

Grooming Allegations On January 19th XXXX, Vivziepop has been accused of grooming a 14-year-old. (Needs citation)

Or this one

It is also worth noting that Vivzie supports Zone Tan, who is infamous for being a child predator who used a real child's voice for his child porn. It was also shown that Vivziepop directly interacted with Zone.

(wow, that sounds like a serious accusation! source?)

(also please it's not child porn, it's CSEM if it involves a real child)

Other parts come off as edit wars:

The drama died down after a couple days when a decent number current of SpindleHorse members, such as Sam Haft, Monica Franco, HorrorFreak, and more talked about their positive experiences, and some were convinced that the accusations were exaggerated or lies.

Erin Frost returned yet again in November. At this point, many are sick of her continued attempts at showing what she considers proof of her mistreatment, especially since she shamed others who won't stand with her, calling them "spineless" and sharing private messages without their consent. To a large portion of people, Erin Frost is not the innocent victim she claims to be and is attempting to twist the situation so that she comes out looking more sympathetic than she actually is

And then we get the absolute petty shit:

Improper Representation of Sexual Assault In one of the episodes of Hazbin Hotel, there have been some criticism about how sexual assault has been treated, as one of the chatacters, Husk, would tell Angel Dust that the latter will "get over it", even though Angel Dust has experiences with being sexually assaulted by Valentino, which is one of the things you should never say to a person who suffers from PTSD/Trauma.

Not even touching the yet again misconception that Loser Baby is a victim blaming song... This is a lie. Husk never once utters the words "get over it". This should be edited out immediately. Checking the source, it was badly paraphrased by a Tumblr post badly paraphrasing it in bad faith.

It was then revealed that Vivziepop also supported a Twitter user named "Raphielle", who is an NSFW artist that actively makes art of non-con/rape of Valentino and Angel (in which Valentino is the abuser, and Angel Dust as a victim of Val), with Raphielle even supporting said ship despite it being toxic and very wrong.

"and very wrong", how old are you?

Also I don't see the issue? Valentino abusing Angel is canon. And if Raphielle animated Poison, kudos to them for such a raw portrayal of abuse.

What makes it worse that Raph romanticizes it as well, despite mentioning that he has dealt with being repressed and being controlled, which is not a good excuse of drawing rape porn, in which Raph constantly fetishizes it.

Now this has just turned into a Twitter thread.

Supporting of Proshipping Like said before, while she has supported Raphielle, who supports non-con/rape ship of Valentino and Angel Dust, Vivziepop has also be revealed to have sexualized Morty from an adult animated TV show called "Rick and Morty" (in which Morty is 14-years-old, mind you). Vivziepop would even go as far as to ship Morty with Rick Sanchez (who is Morty's 70-year-old Adoptive grandfather).

Perish the thought.

The source of Vivzie following "bad people" is exactly what you would expect: the main accusation is that she follows porn artists with a fat fetish. Tagged as "csa" to boot. You people wouldn't have survived a day on DeviantART ffs.

And this is the cherry on top:

"Hey maybe this page should be written in a professional manner."

"HOW DARE YOU DEFEND A SHIT PERSON"

yeah you sure a person I can trust with handling delicate information!

Basically, I can't take this seriously. Again, I checked some sources, mainly the transmisandry ones, and sadly they look legit. The complaints about HH are however asinine to the point that the whole page loses credibility.

I won't get into this matter because I don't want to get involved into this year-long discourse more than necessary. I won't respond to anything related to Vivziepop again. But I wanted to vent because I hate when people are accused of being pedophiles/child molesters/abusers because they follow people who draw Sonic porn or they support people with a non-fluffy ship. Get over yourselves, and stick to the actually harmful stuff.

[yuukitte]

[Shining Flower]

Chihiro is worried while looking at a fashion magazine. She can't decide which yukata to wear for the Devil Dam fireworks festival to be held next week.

There are various colors and shapes of yukata in the magazine.

Chihiro: This is too cute doesn't suit me

With a pen, she drew diagonal lines across the mini-length yukata with its plentiful frills.

Chihiro: This is too sexy!! It's impossible, it's too embarrassing!

She was blushing and she vigorously drew diagonal lines across the yukata, which was showing off model's shoulders.

The only yukatas she thinks she can wear are the classic styles.

But there are so many different colors and patterns, and she doesn't know what suits her best. She has a reason for wanting to wear the yukata that looks best on her.

Chihiro decided to ask her friend Thirteen for advice.

She picked up her DDD while looking at a magazine, then opened the chat app to send a message.

Chihiro: Please help me! I want to wear the best yukata for my crush, but I don't know what would look good on me. Would you like to go yukata shopping with me tomorrow?

An hour passed before Thirteen's reply came. Chihiro was so focused on the magazine that she didn't even notice Thirteen's curt reply, "Sure."

After school, Chihiro arrived at the meeting place she had told Thirteen the day before, but it was not Thirteen who was there, but Mammon.

Mammon said, sounding a little annoyed.

Mammon: Hey! You're late!

Chihiro was surprised by Mammon's sudden appearance. Her crush is actually Mammon.

Chihiro: Mammon, why are you here?

Mammon: Why? You contacted me yesterday, didn't you?

Hearing this, Chihiro hurriedly checked the DDD chat. The message she had sent to Thirteen yesterday had been sent to Mammon by mistake.

Chihiro blushed and fell silent. She had sent a message to her crush, telling him that she had a crush on someone.

When Chihiro didn't say anything, Mammon said in a sulky tone.

Mammon: Come on, let's go.

And he immediately set off. Chihiro followed Mammon, confused.

Mammon seemed to be in a bad mood, but he kept pace with Chihiro. Chihiro thought that's what she liked about him.

After walking through the downtown area for a while, they arrived at a yukata shop. Colorful yukatas were lined up in front of the store.

Chihiro: Wow...

Chihiro's eyes lit up at the cute sight. Seeing this, Mammon seemed to be in a slightly better mood.

Mammon: So, you don't know what kind of yukata would look good on you, do you?

Chihiro: Yeah. I'll try out a few, so can you pick which one looks good?

Mammon: OK. So, do you know the preferences of your crush?

Chihiro was taken aback when she heard that.

She was only interested in making herself look good, and hadn't considered Mammon's preferences. But, conveniently, Mammon is here. Chihiro thought she could just ask Mammon directly what he liked.

Chihiro: Well, anyway, what kind of yukata would you like, Mammon?

Mammon: What are you going to gain from asking me what I like?

Chihiro: Eh?! Well, well...

Mammon: My preferences are simple.

Mammon looked Chihiro straight in the eyes.

Mammon: I think you'll look good in any kind of yukata.

Chihiro was surprised and looked at Mammon closely.

Mammon blushed rapidly, looked away, and said roughly.

Mammon: I won't tell you that again! Come on, stop spacing out and try on the yukata.

Chihiro: O-okay.

Chihiro felt her cheeks getting hot, but she pretended to be calm and reached for the yukata in front of her.

Two hours later, they paid the bill and left the store. As they talked about the yukata in the store, all the tension between them had disappeared.

Chihiro smiled as she remembered the yukata she had bought. In the end, Mammon didn't ask any more about Chihiro's crush, so the yukata was chosen solely on the basis that it looked good on Chihiro.

Chihiro: Mammon, thank you for picking out a cute yukata!

Mammon: Leave it to me. I'm a "reliable devil" after all!

Chihiro: You're right. Ah, I wish the day of the fireworks would come soon~

Five days later, Chihiro and the brothers of the House of Lamentations gathered at the bank of a large river, the venue for the fireworks festival.

The fireworks festival venue was lined with many food stalls and crowded with people.

There was still a while until the fireworks were set off, but everyone already seemed excited.

Lucifer: You guys, be careful not to go too wild.

Asmo: Yes! By the way, there are a lot of people here! Chihiro, why don't you hold hands with Mammon so we don't get separated?

Chihiro: Eh!?

Mammon: Hey Asmo, don't bother Chihiro.

For a moment, Chihiro hoped that she might be able to hold hands with Mammon, but was a little disappointed by what Mammon said. Seeing this, Asmo shrugged his shoulders.

Asmo: You guys aren't making any progress at all... So, do you want to hold hands with me, Chihiro?

Chihiro: I...

Mammon: Of course not! Chihiro, if you're going to hold hands, it has to be with me. I'm a "reliable devil" after all.

Without waiting for Chihiro's reply, Mammon held her slightly cold hand. Chihiro looked a little troubled.

Chihiro: Mammon, if you don't want to, you don't have to.

Mammon: I don't mind.

Mammon's hand gripped Chihiro's hand even tighter. Chihiro looked down and blushed.

At that moment, a small firework went off, signaling the start of the fireworks display.

The moment everyone was distracted by it and looked up at the night sky, the hand that was holding Mammon's was pulled strongly, and Chihiro looked at him in surprise.

Mammon whispered in Chihiro's ear so that only she could hear.

Mammon: Let's go somewhere we can get a better view of the fireworks.

Just us, Mammon continued in a low voice, and Chihiro quickly looked over to her siblings, who were all looking up at the sky where the fireworks were beginning to go off and cheering.

Chihiro gave Mammon a small nod, and Mammon took Chihiro's hand and started walking, and they soon blended into the crowd and succeeded in getting away from their brothers.

Having made it through the crowd, they arrived at a small hill a short distance from the fireworks festival venue.

They stopped under a tall tree at the top of the hill.

There was no one else on the hill, and a cool night breeze blew through.

When Chihiro raised her eyes to the light shining on her face, a large flower of light bloomed in the sky, followed by a loud bang that reverberated in their stomachs.

The fireworks looked surprisingly close, with nothing blocking their view.

Chihiro: Wow!!

Mammon: This is a good place, isn't it? I looked it up before the fireworks festival, thinking I'd bring you here.

Chihiro: I'm so happy! Thank you!

Mammon: I'm a "reliable devil", right?

Chihiro: Of course you are! Look, um...

Chihiro was about to point to the fireworks when she remembered that she was still holding hands with Mammon. Her cheeks suddenly got hot. Her heart was beating just as loud as the fireworks sound.

Chihiro: Um, Mammon...

Mammon: It's fine if we're still holding hands. Do you mind?

Chihiro: But...

Before Chihiro could say that she was a little embarrassed, Mammon continued.

Mammon: This yukata suits you. You are so cute.

Chihiro: Thank you...

Mammon: Hey, would you laugh if I told you I'm super jealous of your crush?

Chihiro: Well, about that...

Mammon: Ah, it's so frustrating. I love you so much, but you love someone else. I definitely love you than your crush.

Chihiro looked at Mammon with wide eyes. Mammonwas stared stubbornly at the sky.

A particularly large firework went off, and as if spurred on by the loud noise, Chihiro hugged Mammon.

Mammon: Chihiro?!

Chihiro: No, that chat was actually meant for Thirteen, but I sent it to you by mistake!

Mammon: Huh?!

Chihiro: So, my crush is you...

The fireworks went off, and the light and sound drowned out Chihiro's words.

Mammon: Ahhh! Are you serious?! I'm so uncool for misunderstanding things on my own!

Mammon hugged Chihiro tightly. Chihiro could hear Mammon's heartbeat.

Mammon: Just to be clear, when I say "I love you," I mean that I want to be your lover.

Chihiro: Yeah, yeah, I know.

Mammon: ...Are you crying?

Chihiro buried her face in Mammon's chest.

Chihiro: I'm sorry, I'm just happy...

Mammon: Come on, I'll wipe your tears, so look up.

Chihiro timidly looked up at Mammon. The light of the fireworks reflected in her eyes and sparkled.

Mammon thought that the light was the most beautiful light in the world, and shared his first kiss with Chihiro.

Meanwhile, at the fireworks festival, the brothers were talking about Mammon and Chihiro's absence.

Asmo: Are they finally a couple?

Satan: Hey Lucifer, you let them get away on purpose, didn't you?

Lucifer: What’re you talking about? ...The fireworks festival is still going on. You guys, enjoy the fireworks.

Levi: That's impossible!!!

Unaware of the hustle and bustle of the festival, Mammon and Chihiro stood close together, gazing up at the fireworks.

[syn4k]

For a Mianite prompt: The aftermass of Dianite or Capsize's death? Maybe with Tom seeing their ghosts? (I really liked the trinity island fic you did)

(hi i'm so glad you enjoyed that one! i gotta credit @syndianites for the headcanon, it's lived rent free in my brain ever since)

The silence was very loud.

Furia pulled her blade from the fallen Captain's now limp body, unruffled, professional. He didn't even give the blade the honor of being cleaned, simply letting the blood still shining dark and grotesquely on it drip to the floor in precious little beads.

With a hoarse, ragged yell, Redbeard drew his own sword at blinding speed and charged Furia, light breaking where it hit the dueling blades. Tucker was shouting now, banging on the walls but still stuck in the hole he'd fallen into. Jordan walked forward a step, uncertain, obviously caught between wanting to help Redbeard with the fight and not wanting to get within slashing distance of the now raging duel. Which made sense, all things considered, because Redbeard's swordsmanship was more than advanced enough to keep up with the Guardian of the Temple of Dianite, Furia herself.

Speaking of Furia-

Oh, nevermind. He's dead now.

The Skipper wavered where he stood, breath coming in heaves, before dropping his sword and stumbling over to where his sister's body lay. Dropping to his knees, he clumsily took her hand and howled.

To say that it hurt to watch was an understatement. Tom hated that he had to look away, and hated himself for doing it, but he knew what came next. Even out of the corner of his eye, he could see a shimmer raise from Capsize's body.

He forced himself to look up again and directly at the scene unspooling itself before him. (Fittingly, nobody left alive in the room was looking at Furia.) Sonja was trying and failing to help pull Tucker out of the hole in the floor. Jordan stood statue-still in the place he had been for the past five minutes, and next to where Redbeard knelt, utterly undone by grief, the ghost of Capsize sat, desperately trying and failing to capture his attention. She caught Tom staring at her and he looked away, a second too late.

Shit.

"What's wrong?" she demanded, stomping towards him. "Why can't he hear me? Why can you see me? Answer me, laddie!"

"Because you're dead," said Tom, rubbing his eyes with a sigh to avoid looking at everything. "They can't see you. If it helps, Furia's dead."

Furia's soul was gone to god knows where. Tom saw it out of the corner of his eye but did not dare look over. He instead focused on the spectre of Capsize, resplendent in rage, and tried to calm his nerves.

"And you can?" Capsize asked now, voice raising in volume and anger. "Ye did nothing to help! My brother thinks me gone and ye just be standing there like a damn fool!"

"Because none of them know that I can talk to ghosts," Tom said quickly. "Please keep your voice down. I can't do anything right now when everyone else is here and watching."

"So to them, you're just talking to yourself?"

Tom sighed. "Yeah. I've been doing it for years. They probably think I'm crazy."

Capsize nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Because you are."

Tom sighed again, stepping back and raising his hands slightly in surrender. "I can pass on any messages you have to Redbeard," he said, desperate to avoid the intensity of Capsize's glare. "I'll have to wait a few minutes to pull him aside and tell him in private, but it's the least I can do."

Capsize tilted her head thoughtfully. "So ye do have a heart." (Tom winced a little at that, but said nothing.) "Very well. Tell me brother that I'm still here and that I be very grateful to him for revenging me so swiftly. Mum would be proud."

Tom nodded, and she continued. "So if I be a ghost, what now? Do I just haunt ye for the rest of eternity?"

Tom shrugged. "I mean, it's different for everyone," he said. "You could. Some people move on instantly, like Furia did. Gods and people blessed by gods tend to respawn. Some hang around a little bit before headed to the afterlife, if you want to do that I might be able to point you in the right direction. I've made a few friends with the really old ghosts that are just happy to be seen and heard after decades of being invisible to the living. It's your choice, really."

Capsize continued regarding him with that even gaze with her arms crossed, seemingly weighing his entire soul. "Didn't expect a follower of Dianite to be a medium," she said eventually with grudging respect.

"A what?"

"A medium. People who intervene for the dead and guide them to the afterlife."

"I mean, I guess," said Tom with another shrug, looking through Capsize to keep an eye on everyone else. "Okay. Tucker's out of the hole and Jordan's talking to Redbeard. We should probably be back on the road again soon. You should be able to float through people and walls with no problem, so just follow us out until we're back in the Overworld again and we can talk more then. Deal?"

"Deal," said Capsize, holding out one ghostly hand.

"Can't shake," said Tom. "It'd go right through."

"Nevermind, then," said Capsize, sticking her hand back in her pocket with a sigh as she looked back towards her brother. "Hope he remembers to toss me body into the sea. It's the customary burial for all sailors. If he had been the one who had died, I would have done the same for him."

Tom nodded, and as he walked over to Sonja and Tucker to catch them up on what had happened, Capsize stayed behind, watching him thoughtfully.

[donnerpartyofone]

I'm so disoriented today I barely know what to do with myself. I managed to get myself up and put together enough to get some exercise and keep an appointment this morning, but the whole time it was happening I barely had any idea of what was going on. You'd think I'd have done some sort of heavy drug last night, but no such luck. I just caught myself pacing back and forth across the same 10' of floor for so long, now I'm making myself sit down and try to reconstruct what happened yesterday.

I woke up at 8:30 and, mistakenly thinking that mass was at 9 instead of 9:30, I managed to get dressed and ride a mile to Star of the Sea in 25 minutes. Pretty soon Louise joined me, the sweet old lady who gave me a Catherine Labouré medal and taught me to say the rosary. I didn't have any beads with me, and she lent me hers so we could say one together. I've come to really enjoy it, and not only because I'm intensely orally fixated and I enjoy talking and chanting and singing; when repeated over and over, some things lose meaning, while other things gain it. You say these words over and over and as your mind tries to escape boredom, you start to really think about the phrasing, what was originally meant by it, how it changes if you emphasize one thing over the other. "Mother of God" is an absolutely wild thing to say, a description of the creation of the creator, it's like a riddle that bends time, like in the Sun Ra song that says "It's after the end of the world, don't you know that yet?" The amazing monsignor gave a homily about how outsiders and people on the margins--people who do not have religious training or conservative social indoctrination--are more likely to apprehend spiritual messages with thoughtfulness and imagination than people who really consider themselves religious (and who may therefore take their own religion for granted, or think there's nothing they don't know about it), and I felt like he must have been speaking directly to me. That guy can make you feel like that.

But it was right before he began the service that I noticed I had an email from someone who I was sure was dead. An old friend of mine who had gotten a raw deal in life and who was always on the brink of oblivion, I gave him money or food whenever I could but we both knew he couldn't be my ward forever, when I stopped hearing from him I thought there was no possible way that he had physically survived another winter in the city. I felt guilty, I had nightmares, but what could I do? I sometimes thought about calling hospitals, but it didn't make any sense, I wasn't even sure if he would have ID if someone found him. But apparently his estranged brother took him in and turned him around and he's doing a lot better; an impossible outcome. I couldn't believe it.

After mass I dropped off some clothing with the drycleaner for repairs (I wish I knew how to do anything), and raced home to have a televisit with my doctor about all my weird problems. Renewed a script, discontinued a script, scheduled x-rays, got a physical therapy referral. Chose not to say, "That medication you put me on has permanently ruined my skin and now I'm chronically dependent on 3 other medications with less-bad side effects and I'm staring down the barrel of indefinitely regular $$$$ laser treatments so I can handle my increasingly public job, I know you didn't realize this would happen but it did, so now you have to hear about how angry I am." We hung up and I drew my ex-boss his annual (late) Halloween card, a tradition I instituted a couple years ago, and it should arrive at his assisted living facility in Utah in time for his birthday. Then I tried to vote, and apparently even though I changed my registration when we moved and I received a confirmation of this change in the mail, they still didn't have the change in the system and they told me to go to my old polling place instead. I swear to god the past like several times I have voted, which is the simplest process in the world as long as you can fill in a circle with a pen, I have found myself standing in the middle of a circle of people all telling me some complicated thing I did wrong while everyone else in the room stares at us. I don't know why I'm so bad at absolutely every single thing, or what planet I'm actually suited to live on, but I can reliably find a way to make even the most basic adult functions into a spectacular embarrassment.

So I ran home to host this month's online horror lecture for the little academic org I'm part of, which was kind of intense. It became clear pretty quickly that the speaker just didn't have that much material and was done with her presentation little more than half way through her time slot, so I had to keep her talking for another hour to honor what people had paid for. It was pretty fun and everyone seemed engaged and even inspired at times, but it was also a lot of work that I wasn't expecting to have to do, and I had my cantankerous boss chatting me the entire time with anxious-making criticisms and suggestions while I was just trying as hard as I could to think on my feet and give everyone what they were owed.

I was pretty frazzled after that and decided I'd have a drink after I went to vote. I had to do that almost all the way back in our old neighborhood, so I decided to pop into the brewery by our last place. I couldn't help eavesdropping on this guy with a horror-related shirt I didn't quite recognize. We connected briefly about the underrated Karloff-Lugosi movie THE BLACK CAT, and also about Emo Philips, and finally I thought to give him a business card with my horror org info because he seemed like the target audience for what we do. He looked at the card with this stunned expression and said, "Are you Claire Donner...party of one???" Like yeah, but...what was going on? What should I say? And he revealed that he was an old customer from the comic shop I worked at for years, where my boss was the guy I had just made the card for earlier in the day. He remembered everything about me; he immediately told several really funny stories about me, and he recalled all the books I made him read and how good they were. However it may sound there was nothing untoward about any of this and we would up talking for an hour or two about all kinds of things (including our spouses, so mercifully there was no ambiguity there). What a great guy. I'm hoping that we'll spot each other again, the whole episode was very amusing and surprising.

I got home too late to help my husband with dinner like I promised, but I had been in touch and he encouraged me to stay out and have fun. Thankfully I have been cooking more than I ever have in my life lately (most recently roasted cauliflower soup with a merguez crumble, that was decent) so I didn't have to feel too useless, all things considered. He made an astounding scratch mac and cheese and we watched 30 Coins and went to bed.

Often if I have too much social exposure, I really need to like sit alone in the dark for a couple of days and get back to myself. I have boundary issues and I easily feel contaminated, even if my experiences have been positive. I don't really have time to do that today, technically--I have to do a live interview on Friday with this author about his new book on HP Lovecraft's time in NYC and how it affected his creative development, and I have a lot of supplementary reading to catch up on--but for the moment I just can't even think about anything. I'm using a thesaurus to try to remember the most basic words and I feel like I've completely lost my center of gravity. Time to watch some trashy movies and rest up so I have enough powers of concentration to make the balsamic & feta veggie roast that I was supposed to make last night, to go with the fish my husband is frying up for our dinner.

[minerwarfare-suzuya]

Miles ownership drama timeline, part 5

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

Part 4:

I wasn't kidding you when I said check the Faces of Nothing blog. You can literally check Mobox87's blog for OCs that were sold but I legit cannot go through all of it since this thread will only go longer than it should with just too many screenshots of characters that got sold.

I can still confirm for a fact that Miles is still buying OCs off of Mobox87 to this day since he's the only one buying them anonymously besides Blurry for his own reasons why. Like it doesn't surprise me that Miles is still supporting Mobox87 from buying whatever character she sells because regardless of him knowing that Mobox drew Child Pornography, glorification of fascism and torture porn. He's still going to support her with his own money going directly to her account.

Now despite Miles settling down after getting called out. It would take until like a few months for him to start acting up again.

This time he went after an artist named Yuriviq on DeviantArt over a drawing of the oc named Vinsnake being shipped with this artist's OC. So, you already know I was going to say something.

Plus, wanna know what I really found very aggravating about this issue. It was not the fact that he accused Yuriviq of stealing an OC which the artist didn't know he owned but it shouldn't matter. It's the fact that he dragged Mobox87 into this drama for her to repost on her Instagram story a callout to Yuriviq saying that she stole the OC Vinsnake just because Miles claimed she stole it.

Which is total Bullshit!

Here's the thread responding to Miles stupid complaints about Vinsnake being shipped with the Yuriviq's oc.

So, I did strike back at Miles again with not one but two drawings at him as insults for being a drama queen. The left drawing would be posted on the thread and the right post would be shared as its own post.

This of course got him back into my dm's to complain again but what made it worse was the fact he kept spamming his tantrums in Cagney's dms and Kevonica's dms about my response posts. Cagney wanted me to take down the posts against Miles since he woke him up very early in the morning with his complaints but I refused to do so since it would enable his toxic behavior still.

Now it would've settled down again but Miles wanted to try to get the upper hand by claiming Vinsnake is underage at the last minute so he can make it seem like I drew Child porn.

Like for one, Miles never announced or shared that Vinsnake would be 16 years old publicly until I drew an ahegao face on him. Secondly, Vinsnake is just William Afton that is part snake from his lower torso and William Afton is canonically in his 30s which is how Mobox87 originally attended him to be and I stuck with that. Just like how Miles stuck with that til he wanted to cope harder by changing him to 16 years old right on the spot so he can label me as a pedo then compare me to Mobox87 for that.

Imagine calling someone a pedo for drawing a character in their original age and design on a bait post over a dumb oc rule. Couldn't be me

Now just like every situation Miles creates over his oc ownership. He sells the OC and switches up his attitude except this time he holds a grudge on me.

Part 6

[nightcall99]

Dream from 4.10.24

Dream 1: I was at work and the work day was almost over. I got called up to the tills for some reason and was helping out there. I knew it was busy in the dispensary but I didn't care to focus on that. One of the floor workers was having a lot of trouble putting through their personal shopping items. She was struggling to use the computer, like being really slow using the mouse. I tried to help her, to hurry her up but I knew knew I was using this situation to stall a bit in getting back to the dispensary. Nothing much was happening up here, just my helping my co-worker. After awhile, I felt that I should go back to my work section so I walked back there. On the way there, in the middle of the store, I stopped to speak to another staff member. She was busy putting away something and told me that both my intern and SM were both busy attending to phone lines. So that meant they were busy.

I got back there and sure enough, it was ridiculously busy. There were massive hoards of people everywhere and work didn't even look like work anymore, it looked like we were in an open-plan wedding party hall. I saw SM and he had already took his uniform off and was kinda just standing there observing the scene. All the food that was sitting on the tables was to be reheated for the guests/customers. You had to reheat each dish in a microwave. I saw the massive metal rolls of gladwrap on the tables. There were servers/waiters around helping too. I knew that our shift had ended and it was time to go but it was still this busy. I saw a customer who was kinda yelling and seemed upset about something. I zoned in on him, feeling that this was situation I would have to diffuse and walked over. As soon as I approached though, he seemed calmed down when I hadn't even said anything. Nor had we even acknowledged each other. I thought it would be the usual of me going, Is everything okay here? What's going on? which is the usual steps of me making a situation go away. But he just shut up as my energy drew near and started leaving. I walked him out, or seemed to escort him in leaving without ever having to say anything to him at all.

Then I spoke to SM. I felt a bit bad because I had been up the front attending to something that hadn't really required my assistance. I had dawdled up there and felt guilty. He didn't seem too miffed though. He was looking at everything and said to me about how this reminds him of how back in high school, all the student's (family's) had to pay a fee to help the school renovate. He said it was something that he had got pulled into and so the end result was something that he contributed to. I said oh yeah I remember paying something like that during high school too. Anyway I felt bad for him because I knew his girlfriend was probably waiting to pick him up and I was about to tell him that I have it all under control and he can leave. I didn't say anything yet though. I looked around and even though there was hoards of people, I felt truly that I could handle this. That I could get these people out and close up without his help.

Dream 2: I was just at home chilling, maybe I was sleeping. I think I was in bed. I kept thinking that I hadn’t message my ex in a long time. In this dream we were together. It had been like a week and I had forgotten about him. I kept thinking, should I message him? He usually messages me but it’s like we have forgotten about each other. Should I break the silence? I didn’t want to. I wanted to end the relationship. I wanted to just not say anything and have the silence stretch out so long and we both don't say anything and both know we are not together anymore. It felt wrong though, like I shouldn’t break up with him in this way. I should arrange to meet up and do it directly, not in this ghosting manner. I couldn’t be bothered though, as I was comfortable just lying there and not thinking about it/sleeping or whatever. I kept going back and forth in my heart about what to do about him.

[froshele]

Also and I will obsess about it for ages: it's possible he (little orphan baby boy at the time) screwed up the courage to do so due to a of all being implicitly quite neglected by Fraser in every capacity but wizarddom, and b of all either sleeping voluntarily in or being consigned to the Motley Tower.

I haven't found any books that tell us where exactly orphan baby Christopher came from (ethnically, geographically), which I guess is a bit of a theme because neither did he ever, but there's a really touching snippet you get when reading a diary entry (possibly the one about Christopher going off to theology school) about it. There he directly addresses Natan of Regensburg, whose portrait he used to talk to when he was lonely, and commiserates with it about not belonging on this island. Says something like "I don't know what I am... but I know I'm not English."

That implies -- seriously, read it in the voice of the kid from Treasure Planet and you will FEEL the context of when this was said -- that not only was Fraser kind of a jerk to Christopher but also he was at least enough of a xenophobe in private to give his young ward a serious personal crisis - maybe Chris is Irish, or somehow otherwise the type of person Fraser was comfortable adopting to use for a purpose. And most of the time, Christopher is kind of OK with that. Most of the time. Except in the privacy of his own bedroom, talking to the spectral presence of a fellow exile forced onto this crazy house on this crazy island by circumstance.

From this point of view I think he may have been editorializing slightly, in a posh "always be quotable" way, when he told us he left home because Fraser had nothing more to teach him and he was having visions. He left his diary, didn't he? He knew he was going to read it, because what did Christopher himself spend literally all his time doing when he wasn't being subjected to experimental father figure horrors?

So then: he didn't mind Fraser reading his horny poetry to Teresa, although he made a point to call her Baldomera. He didn't mind Fraser reading that he talks to the portraits, statues and ghostly imprints of people, because in a way, caring about and relating to Natan (presumably behind the original Middle English "haven for the impure" message on the infirmary walls, which would have been painted over and translated across restorations) unironically is a huge flex on Fraser "makes his foundling hyperaware that his tirades against Those People technically apply to him" Strathcoyne. Being emphatically not an antisemite in something you know your probable antisemite father will see and hate is genuinely a giant flex on said father.

But he drew the line at ever leaving Fraser any evidence that he loved him, or looked up to him, or wanted his acclaim. Note how careful his language is in the going-away journal. Of course Fraser remembers when Christopher was a little kid, and made him drawings and macaroni art and all the other things kids do -- but from Chris' point of view that isn't the point. The point is to cut ties conclusively, and I think the going away to divinity school might have been kind of a pretext for that more than a genuine fascination.

After all, he didn't finish school, he's famously too readable and vernacular to really sell the idea that he's too far into this, and most of his gadding about in the Wood is Teresa's fault entirely...

Anyway yeah I also really like Illopoly/Coseley but it's because I think if Chris ever told Julian about how deranged it was growing up in Hush House he would immediately put aside his feelings, engage full Worm mode, and make some kind of a pledge to commit terrorism on all Bureau approved libraries. He never would (perhaps obviously) (see also the coseley illopoly dynamic altogether) but the potential, the sheer "no one fucks with this twerp but me" . You get it OP. You understand

Did Christopher Illopoly for real actually part ways with his adoptive father and mentor over an obsession with the Door-in-the-Eye only for Teresa to later leave him for the service of the same fucking Hour? are you kidding me??? I’m biting my notebook in half. christopherrrrrrrr 😭

[puckngrind]

Leave Her Wild: Chapter 2 - N. MacKinnon

Summary: MacKenzie and her friends head to opening night for the Colorado Avalanche.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Word count: 2, 675

Series masterlist / Puck ‘n Grind’s masterlist

Flames.

"You are really gonna wear that?" Mosi looks her friend up and down.

"Yeah, why?" MacKenzie tugs at her jersey. Of course she was going to wear it. Opening night, only hockey jersey she owned. Was a Christmas gift from her parents last year. She did a little twirl to show it off to the group of unamused friends.

"Because..." Drew rolls his hands and she rolls her eyes.

"Laissez les bons temps rouler!" Remy waves his hands in the air.

"That means, Let..." MacKenzie starts.

"Let the good times roll! We know.” Drew and Mosi say in unison.

"Alright, Mac is going to be wearing that. Remy has clearly pre-gamed. Mosi should’ve. We have our tickets and I'm driving so let's go." Drew starts herding the friend group out of MacKenzie's condo.

Opening night at Pepsi Center was always an event. MacKenzie and Drew got tickets from their volunteer efforts so the group headed out for their first time ever. They had gone to a Rockies game after Remy moved to Denver but normally the friend group didn't really do sporting events as outings.

“Is someone gonna explain these rules?” Remy plopped down from his first beer run with Drew and handed MacKenzie one. Eyeing her for the answer.

“Yeah. Kinda like soccer. You know?” She started. Knowing she was the only one who knew anything about hockey. “You can yell, cheer, boo. Doesn't really matter because no one really pays attention to the crazy you say.” The group all nod and she knows they will just clap when those around them do.

“So pizza-Jeep boy is wearing what color?” Mosi whisper yells while leaning into MacKenzie’s side during warmups.

“He’s in the blue and maroon jersey. The white is the Flames.” MacKenzie doesn’t take her eyes off the ice looking for Nathan to point him out but feels Mosi’s eyes on her. “Yes, Mo?”

“But… um... never mind.” Mosi stutters strangely.

"There he is." Kenzie ignores and points to the screen where they have a close up of Nathan showing his stats from the previous season.

The game starts which quieted the group’s chatter while everyone but Kenzie tried following the puck and going from watching the ice to the screen and back.

“Let’s go boys!” MacKenzie stands and yells after a big play with everyone in her section turning to look at her.

“Mac!” Drew pulls her down to her seat. “Check your surroundings.”

“You know I don’t care, right?” MacKenzie starts clapping again with a little cheer.

“As always, you do you.” Drew slow claps along as the game progresses.

Even though MacKenzie warned her friends that there might be only a goal or two, the game was high scoring which the friends all enjoyed. Remy cheered when anyone scored regardless of team. Colorado winning made the home crowd pumped and buzzing about being the year.

"We realize the season has over 80 games, right?" Kenzie comments to no one in particular as they head down the stairs.

“Food! Real food and drinks that don’t cost a million bucks.” Mosi begs on the way out.

“Allons! Let’s go!” Remy points to the closest restaurant he can see. "That one! Onward." Remy leads the group over.

Drinks, food, laughter fill the table as they banter back and forth.

“Isn’t that her, Mac?” MacKenzie hears someone nearby. She turns to see Nathan, Cale and a few more guys at a table about ten feet away. Nathan nods. She raises her hand then quickly feels the blood rushing to her face.

“Kenzie Lou, why are you the same color as your jersey?” Remy looks her up and down.

“Oh.” Drew mumbles with his mouth full seeing the table MacKenzie just waved towards.

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun!” Mosi clapped and is greeted with a kick under the table. “Ouch. Well it is.”

MacKenzie huffs and stands to her feet. Inhales and walks right over to the table of what she assumed was full of professional hockey players.

“Nice game Nathan.” She stops right at the end of his table and knows her face is still bright red.

“Looks like you were rooting for the other team there. Sorry 'bout that.” One of the boys down the table barks out.

“Hi MacKenzie. Thanks. Were you there? At the game, I mean.” Nathan turns his body towards her.

“Yes. Got tickets because of the foundation thing so we all went.” She gestures towards her eager looking friends. They wave and Nathan waves back with a flick of his wrist.

“Oh cool. So you are a… a Calgary fan?” Nathan gulps hard taking in the home Flames jersey.

“Well, a Tkachuk fan, actually. Yeah.” MacKenzie looks over at the 19 on her shoulder. “He was phenomenal last… ya'll. Well. Yeah.” MacKenzie looks around the amused players and shuts up.

“Sorry, let me introduce you. Guys, this is the other Mac. MacKenzie. Uh. Shit. I never caught your last name.” Nathan looks at her searching for a name.

“Blackwood.” MacKenzie answers and the guy across from Nate spits out his drink. “Um.” She just looks at him.

Nate wipes his face and stares down his teammate. “Are you fucking serious, EJ?”

“Sorry man.” EJ hands him another napkin. “No teeth.” He flashes his massive gap which makes MacKenzie giggle softly and Nathan groan.

“Let me get this straight. You live in Cale and Tyson’s building, volunteer with youth, only seem to follow Tkachuk 'cause you don't seem to know Avs hockey.” He wipes his mouth to continue. MacKenzie recognizes him as the captain from the game. “Have the same name as a goalie in the league, and are giving my boy, Nate here a run for his money.” Gabe winks with a sinister smile.

“Wait what?” MacKenzie puts her fingers to the bridge of her nose.

“What he means is…” Nate starts and MacKenzie places a finger up to stop him.

“No the goalie thing. I’m choosing to ignore the last part for now.” She says which gets a reaction from the entire table.

“Mackenzie Blackwood is a goalie in New Jersey. You happen to have the same name.” Nate explains.

“Gotcha. I’ll be honest, I catch games when I can but it’s background noise.” MacKenzie still feels her cheeks on fire but doesn’t let it stop her. “I will go to a Flames games if I'm in town when they play ya'll then a Blues game when I’m home with my dad and brother. Most of my hockey following is checking stats or social media.” She takes a deep breath not wanting to look directly at the table that all seem mesmerized by her presence. “Anyway, just wanted to say hi, which I did. So…. Nice game gentleman. Enjoy your post game dinner. Good seeing you again Nate. Cale.” MacKenzie nods and turns on her heals to her friends who haven’t touched their food since she left.

"Kenzie Lou!" Remy softly squeals.

"Don't." MacKenzie grits her teeth.

"What the hell did you talk to an entire table of NHL players about?" Mosi ignores her friend's request.

"I guess I have the same name as a goalie in the league." She annoyingly answers.

Drew starts typing before anyone can respond. "Oh yes. Mackenzie Blackwood. K not capitalized. Canadian. 22. New Jersey rookie who started last year. Wait, how does that happen?" Drew looks at MacKenzie's face . "Later. I'll google it later."

"Could we eat please?" MacKenzie takes a drink of her water and starts to finish her meal. She feels a ping on her phone and turns it over to read the notification.

Nathan's i-phone wants to airdrop you. Accept?

MacKenzie looks over and he nods at the phone. She looks back to accept and sees a screenshot from his notes apologizing for being awkward and asking for her number. She seems confused.

"Kenz?" Mosi questions.

"He wants my number." MacKenzie whispers.

"I'm confused." Remy whispers back.

"Found my phone on airdrop. Smart at least." MacKenzie chuckles.

"So airdrop your digits back to him or I will." Mosi pulls her phone out. "I just need to turn on mine. Who keeps it on? You, of course you do Mac." Mosi looks at Kenzie amused.

"Should I?" MacKenzie pulls at her loose curl wrapping it around her finger and letting it bounce back.

"YES!" Drew almost yells. "What could it hurt? Have a new contact for work at the least." Drew knew exactly what would get MacKenzie to send her number. She looks down to see Remy had written down her number on his napkin. The man always had a pen on him.

"Snap this to 'em." Remy pushed it over so MacKenzie did just that. Almost throwing her phone down as soon as she did. It buzzed not even a minute later.

Maybe Nate: Hi Mackenzie. This is Nate.

MacKenzie: Hi Nate. You can call me Kenzie or Mac

Nate: Okay Kenzie.

She looks up at him and he smiles wide.

Kenzie: enjoy your dinner

Nate: Same. I’ll text you later

She didn’t expect to hear from Nate but the next morning while getting ready for work, MacKenzie hears her text notification.

Nate: good morning. We are off Sunday and a few of us are playing cards at Cale’s place. Would you and your friends want to come over? It’s not far for you.

She stares at the text and starts to pace. Then sends out a group text.

Kenzie: Nate and some of the Avs want us to come over Sunday. Thoughts?

MacKenzie got all three messages immediately in return.

Mosi: obviously yes

Drew: yes is the only answer

Remy: fuck ya!

MacKenzie sent a text to Nate saying yes and asked what they could bring. She wasn't surprised Nate said nothing just themselves.

Sunday rolled around. MacKenzie and her friends walked down to Cale’s condo. She stopped in front of the door and Drew reached over her to knock. Kenzie looked up at him.

"What, just making sure we don't have to stand here forever." The door swung open as Drew finishes his statement.

“Nate, they are here and at least she’s not in a Flames jersey today.” The curly haired guy MacKenzie knew was Tyson from a quick google search of the team over the weekend.

“Decided to leave that at home, Tyson, but I can go get it.” MacKenzie points while giving him a half smile.

“Oh, and she...” Tyson turns to see Nathan behind him. “And she knows my name.”

“Sorry, don’t mind him. He got checked a little too hard at practice this morning.” Nathan pulls Tyson back into the condo. “Come in please.” He gestured and they moved past Nathan into the condo that was the mirror image of MacKenzie’s just slightly larger.

"Make yourselves comfortable." Cale popped his head out from the kitchen. "I'm sure you know where everything is."

"Yeah, just backwards." MacKenzie looks down the hall to the rooms. "Two or three?"

"Three. You?" MacKenzie raises two fingers and realizes her friends have already made their way into the living room.

"Thanks for coming." Nate was still standing behind her and she jumped.

"Thanks for inviting us. My mother tells me I need to make more friends here." MacKenzie sighs.

"Same actually. Tells me the team isn't enough." Nathan looks over her at his friends that were also his coworkers.

"Work, travel, and such keep my circle small." MacKenzie admits. "Oddly, same. You travel for work?" Nathan pushes his hands into his pockets and leans against the wall.

"I do then try to do different things for fun, you know?" She leans against the other wall.

"That's cool. Where are you heading next?"

MacKenzie's mind normally would be racing. Thinking of all the reasons why she shouldn't tell this essential stranger her work schedule but something about him made her feel easy. Maybe how he had more to lose if he burnt her. He didn't know what she did for a living but she could make his life miserable. Maybe it was the simplicity of their conversation or the kindness in his eyes. She felt like she could talk to him.

"Colorado Springs then off to Washington D.C. for the rest of the week and into next week." She answered him.

"Oh, I think we are in D.C. next weekend or maybe the beginning of the week." He stares at his foot kicking the invisible dirt then looked back up at MacKenzie.

"We are. Now are you two just gonna talk in the hall or are you gonna play cards here?" Gabe leans around the corner. "We've already gotten to know Kenzie's friends... let's go!" He gives Nate a look that doesn't go unnoticed. The two walk into the living room.

“Do I need to make introductions?” Nate looks around the room at all the eyes on both of them.

“Well, I googled ya’ll in preparation for today… so… I think I’m good.” She scans the room and sees a few of the girlfriends or wives. “Well, I don’t know the ladies.”

Nate took a moment to identify the few sitting around the room and who they belonged to. Pulling out an empty chair for MacKenzie. “Here, you can play here.” She sat down and pulled her legs up criss crossed under her as Gabe explained the rules. The group played poker until there were four left. JT, Nathan, MacKenzie, and Mosi. Mosi kept saying she accidentally won her table which made the competitive men agitated but made MacKenzie amused. Eventually it was just Nathan and MacKenzie.

“Kenzie, I think you and Nate need a wager of some sort.” Drew drops a bottle of water next to her and she glares up at him.

“I’m game.” Nate pipes up.

“Okay, so what if I win?” Kenzie takes a sip of water.

“Glass seats at the game of your choice.” Gabe declares.

“Okay, and if Nate wins?” Kenzie directs her attention to the captain who now has his hands on Nathan’s shoulders.

“You go out to dinner with him.” Gabe squeezes Nathan’s shoulders and smiles at Kenzie.

“Uh…” Nathan tries to nervously interject.

“That’s fine.” Kenzie tries to control her blush by not directly looking at Nathan then overcomes it to look right into his soft eyes. "Let's play."

Cale starts to deal and everyone can feel the shift of all eyes on the table even though most had scattered once they were knocked out in individual conversations. After three hands, Nathan goes all in.

"I think he's bluffing." MacKenzie whispers and pushes all her chips to the center.

"Kenzie..." He breathes out and Gabe's hand returns to his shoulder.

They place their cards down and Nathan wins with a full house. The cheers start and Nathan just stares at Kenzie who gives him a small smile. She gets up and heads to the kitchen to grab a drink. Finding Cale's rum and starts pouring more than necessary into her diet coke. Takes a drink and feels someone behind her.

"Drew, I'm not that competitive." She doesn't even turn around.

"It's not Drew." Nate murmurs.

MacKenzie turns around slowly. "Sorry. Nice game." She raises her glass to him.

"We don't have to go out for dinner, you know." Nathan shifts his weight.

"Well, a deal is a deal, right?" Kenzie tries not to breath him in as he reaches around her for a water but he smells amazing. He shrugs his shoulders. "If I won, would I have glass seats?" She leans into the counter.

"Yes, you can still have them if you want." Nate fiddles with the bottle, flicking at the paper label.

"So, dinner. When we both get back in town, okay?" Kenzie takes a sip and looks up at Nathan.

"Yes, I'll have my people call your people then." Nathan laughs.

"So Gabe will call Mosi?" MacKenzie bites her cheek with her comeback.

"Oooorrrr... I'll just text you." Nathan replies.

MacKenzie takes a drink again and winces with the burn. "That works too."

[tilkikedi-blog]

(This is probably going to be all over the place, and for that I am sorry.)

I definitely agree with your point about morally grey characters/actions. My point in the original reblog was more of me trying to explore why they made this descion, because it just feels like such an odd plot twist. (The reason I keep thinking/talking about it is because it just feels so out of place.)

But I definitely agree that morally grey characters can work and be interesting.

(Tangent #1)

I would like to add that, while OM is no stranger to morally grey characters, I think has a changing relationship with those characters/actions. OM used to be more dark fantasy than it is now, and that dark fantasy is what originally fueled the moral grayness. I feel like Nightbringer has finally brought back some of that moral grayness, but didn't bring the dark fantasy like in previous seasons. Season 1 is a good example of "dark fantasy as a source of moral greyness." The setting and characters are actively hostile towards the MC (the demons act demonly). MC is in an unsafe enviorment, that's the dark fantasy component, and the morally grey behavior directly leads to that unsafe enviorment (specific examples include: literally anytime any of the brothers try to attack MC)

This compares to Nightrbinger examples of morally grey behavior. The best examples i can think of are Solomon's pact with Asmodeus as well as his "side with humanity" thing, Diavolo's reasoning for helping the brothers after their fall, and Rapheal's (i guess Micheal's) message from the Celestial Realm. All of these actions have a moral grayness to them without actively making the setting itself unsafe. (The message from the Celestial Realm definatly adds tension in a way that COULD make the setting unsafe, however this doesn't feed into a dark fantasy narrative or tone. Its not dark fantasy, it's just a war threat)

Basically the way Moral grey characters are used in OM has changed over the seasons.

(Taneget 1.5, because either can't figure out if this is the same topic) But OM also has the weirdest hesitantcey towards having antagonists, for some reason. Season 1: it like switches between Lucifer, Diavolo, and Belphegor, but they all end up as "good guys" in the end. Season 2: Its kinda sorta Solomon and Diavolo (maybe maybe MC's "ring" (the ring power thing, not the Ring of Light)), but once again, they are good guys by the end of the season. Seaosn 3: has like,,, no antagonist, except maybe the boogeyman for that one arc (I suppose you could argue that Mammon and Leviathan's combined stupidity is the antagonist). Season 4: once again, like no real antagonist. Some people might say Micheal, for making Simeon human. I personally would say God (or I guess Father) cause I think He's the one responsible. And then Nightringer: actually has an antagonist maybe in the form of Nightbringer (maybe). If in a season Nightringer is actually chill... I guess maybe not, but we will see. (There is not antagonist, and I must scream)

TLDR: OM has goofy relationship with morally grey characters and antagonists.

(Tanget #1 had no place in this conversation, but I had to shoe horn it in anyway)

But yeah, I definatly feel bad for anyone who was looking forward to more Rapheal content. This plotwist is kinda a slap in the face if you were really hoping to see more of his character. I guess it's a good plottwist if you are a Micheal Stan, of which this fandom has many (joke, I know most people in this fandom think Micheal is an evil little man. Those people are wrong, he is a pathetic small sad creature.)

(Tangent #2, which also has no place in this conversation)

I'm biased, but I was like really surprised how nice Thirteen is in Nightrbinger compared to the other two new characters. Mephisto and Rapheal drew the short sticks this season. Thirteen is so nice and helpful, and actually likes the MC. Meanwhile Mephisto is like "MC... Ew" and Rapheal(I guess Micheal) is like "How do you feel about... war?" I was concerned Thirteen wasn't going to fit in well considering the events during season 4 seemed to struggle to include her sometimes. Those older events seemed to have an easier time having Raoheal and Mephisto make appearances, but Thirteen would only show up for "special" events, so I was very relieved to see that she was featured in Nightrbinger.

Sorry to all the Mephisto and RaphealMicheal, they were kinda dicks this season

TLDR: I'm gay

(Tangent #2 concluded. Rapheal literally does not have screen time. RIP)

I'm excited to see where the next season goes. This possible war plotline is interesting, and whether the messenger isn't as important as the outcome. Still don't like the plot twist though. I will factor in this plottwist into Micheal's character though. We now know 2 more things 1) he is able to disguise himself (now whether it's a spell or his own ability is up for debate, unless I missed something from a previous season) and 2) he is willing to disguise himself as someone else (where does that put us on the "angels can't lie" debate).

(Tangent #3, but its actually related)

What is the role of the Hard lessons or the additional unlockable lessons? (This question is more pondering how these additional story bits should add to the overall than any specific stance. I'm just curious if you had any thoughts on what makes a "bad" hard lesson/unloackable) Obviously they add to the story, but they often come later than the original plot. So what type of information should be for the hard lessons/unlockables, and what information should stay in the normal lessons.

I have already stated that I believe this instance should have been in the normal lessons. It feels like too big of a plottwist to "hide" in the hard lessons, since it actively changes how I am supposed to view every interaction with Rpaheal in it. But I can't think of any other hard lesson/unlockable which I feel strongly for/against changing into a normal lesson.

It's worth considering that the hard lessons are often unlocked after the normal lesson, and depending on how "on the grind" a player is the may not see the new plottwist for months after playing the normal lesson. (Speaking from personal exspierence, I'm only midway through the hard lessons on Nightbringer, and literally would not know about this plotwist without you're post (also thank you for posting the hard lesson). And I likely won't catch up for another couple of months as I level up my cards.)

TLDR: What should the hard lessons be used for?

(Tangent #3 concluded)

I think.... I need to stop talking. I still feel weird about this plottwist, but it gave some more tidbits about Micheal. Is that worth sacrificing the tiny development Rpaheal would have gotten without this plotwist.... Probably not, but like.... the writers already did it.

No but fr fuck that Hard lesson, Raphael stans keep losing I guess 👎👎👎

[getitinbusan]

Finger Bang!

Jeongguk Smut

More than pleased with himself, Jeongguk stared at how wet the bed was.

Quickly undoing his pants he knew he could pull another orgasm out of you while you were still blissed out. He brushed the damp hair off your cheek and kissed it.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to seeing that."

It had been a few weeks since this new talent revealed itself and he was determined to perfect the craft.

If he curled his fingers just right, and dragged them in and out at a steady pace, he could make you squirt like a soup dumpling. 

"So fucking wet, I can't believe how much your pussy loves my fingers." 

So while you lay in the aftermath, mind blank, muscles limp, he'd hop on and fuck you the rest of the way into oblivion replacing your fluids with his.

Walking through the airport you grabbed hold of him. Instead of taking his whole hand, you gripped your two favorite fingers and gave them a tight teasing squeeze.

"You really like those huh?"

"I thought it was obvious?"

Pressing his digits up to your lips you kissed them softly.

"I'm going to miss them this week, do you really have to go?"

"You're not going to miss me? Just my fingers?" He laughed, "You know you've got your own right?" 

"Not the same Guk. I love you, you'd better hurry back." 

The day before he was scheduled to return he messaged you. 

JK: I can't wait to see you tomorrow, I have a surprise. 

Y/N: I thought we were going to FaceTime tonight? I miss your smile Guk-ah."

Y/N: But what's the surprise!!??

JK: You're gonna have to be patient 💜 We get in at 7am, stay in bed, I'll meet you there 😏

The alarm went off at 6am, that would give you just enough time. 

Peeling off his old ripped t-shirt you got up to shower and shave.  

Putting clean sheets on the bed you tucked yourself back in just as the key turned in the lock. 

You heard the sound of his duffel bag drop on the floor, followed by shoes, then clothes as his bare feet pattered towards the bed. 

"I know you're not sleeping, I can see you smiling." 

You laughed as he lifted the covers and crawled on top of you.  "You'd better get over here and kiss me Jeongguk." 

His lips announced his homecoming as they connected with yours. His hand drew through your hair and caressed your cheek. 

You pulled back at the strange sensation. "What's this? Why are you wearing a glove? Jeongguk are you hurt?!" 

He rolled onto his back and held his gloved hand up. "This is my surprise!" 

You looked at him puzzled, "I don't get it." 

Sliding the fabric off his hand he slowly revealed his newly inked fingers, the inflamed writing spelled out ARMY across his knuckles. 

"Oh my God, thats so fucking hot!" 

He smiled at your praise. "You really like it? I can't wait for the fans to see how much I love them." 

You crawled on top of him, "When are you gonna show me how much you love me?" 

You ground yourself onto his hardening cock, "I need you to make me cum."

"Yeah? you need my fingers inside you baby?" 

"Please Kookie, I've been a good girl waiting for you." 

"Fuck, I love when you talk like that." 

He lowered his hand to your entrance, his fingers finding you wet in anticipation. Dipping his index inside you he hissed. 

His eyes grew big and apologetic, "shit...shit, I'm sorry. I'll be right back." 

He got out of bed and walked to the washroom. You could hear him running the faucet. The light flicked back off and he stood beside the bed. 

"You're gonna be mad." 

"Jeongguk, what's going on? I've missed you, why the hell aren't you fucking me right now?" 

He grabbed the discarded glove from the bed and slipped it back over his hand.

Realization hit you, "Oh for fucks sakes Jeon. How long till they heal?" 

His head dropped,"Three weeks.." 

The sex was good but… it was no squirting orgasm. 

It had been a week and a half plus the week he'd been gone. He felt bad.

Jeongguk loved to please you and even though you didn't complain he knew he could be giving you so much more. 

He walked into the living room where you lay on the couch and made a show of dropping his book loudly onto the coffee table. 

You picked it up and read the title, 

"Tantric Alchemy and Amrita: The Sacred Nectar of a good woman"

"Have you given up Overwatch for feminist studies?" 

He took it out of your hand and stretched out beside you. 

He flipped it open, "It says when a woman squirts, its a holy experience for her." 

You couldn't stop laughing at how serious he was.

"You've made me scream OH GOD on multiple occasions, im not sure why you needed a book to tell you that." 

"Don't make fun of me," he pouted. "I know you really like it when I make you squirt and I just want to understand so I can do it better." 

You held up his hand and looked at the Tattoos, "How much longer?" 

"Three more days baby, we're almost there. Wanna see what else I learned?" 

He flipped to the bookmarked page and read it to you.

"Tantric Kissing brings your makeout sessions to totally new, electric, and elevated levels. It allows you to experience flowing orgasmic energy with  outrageous passion between you and your kissing partner." He wiggled his brow and grinned.

Your panties were already wet.

"Jeongguk," you rubbed against him, "I'm more of a hands on learner. Why dont you teach me about it?"

You woke up in a great mood. Today was THE day! 

Jeongguk had left bright and early for rehearsal so you wouldn't see him until after the show tonight. 

Trying to distract yourself all day, your house had never been this clean. The anticipation building inside you was manifesting in your creamed panties. 

Y/N: Guk I'm gonna die...I cant wait any longer.

JK: Don't you dare touch yourself!

Y/N: You'd better take care of me

JK: I've got you baby girl.

JK: I changed the ending of Boy with Luv just for you...💜

Y/N: ?? Cant wait, see you soon.

He was a tease. Standing in the front row with your legs clamped together he danced for you.

Lifting his shirt, thrusting his hips, rolling his body, his hand falling conveniently over his cock. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Almost at the finish line, you couldn't wait to get him home. The familiar ohs of Boy With Luv began and you watched as he flirted with you. You didn't want to wait, you wanted to be in the car already, getaway style. 

End...end...come on end...Boy with Luv…

He looked over his shoulder  directly at you and raised your two favorite fingers in the air. Holding the pose he winked and motioned with his head for you to get backstage. 

"Fucking finger guns Jeongguk? Do you want me to wet myself in public?" 

Not saying a word he grinned as he pulled you into a nearby green room and locked the door behind him. 

He backed you up animalisticly like you were prey until your legs found the edge of the couch.

"Guk..." 

He put his tattooed finger over you lips.  

You lay back on the couch as he knelt on the floor in front of you. 

Lifting your skirt he shook his head, "you haven't been wearing panties all night?"

You smiled sweetly and shrugged. 

Spreading you wide he went knuckle deep and pulled back out. "So fucking wet," he licked his finger. 

"Guk please, don't tease me anymore." Begging him, you were desperate to get off. 

He pushed his fingers into you and layed himself onto your chest. As his fingers stroked your sweet spot he whispered in your ear. 

"Remember the other day when we kissed for hours?"

You couldn't form sentences so you moaned in acknowledgment.

"How it felt like nothing else existed but us?" 

He lifted your leg to hit a deeper angle. 

"I want to give you that all the time." 

His lips moved warm and slow, his tongue dancing in your mouth as fireworks went off behind your eyes. His fingers, covered in cream were snuggly inside you, pressing, rubbing into a euphoric trance. He had you dizzy. 

His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, "can you cum for me?"  

You knew he was speaking but your brain couldn't decipher what the words were. 

As your hips involuntarily rose to press into his palm he increased his speed. Your legs were trembling and he knew it was imminant. Moving to the side he watched as pleasure took over and you released your cum onto the couch and the floor. 

"Thats my girl." 

Your head was reeling as you tried to regain your strength. He held out his hand to help you up. 

"Aren't you going to finish?" 

He pulled you into a hug, "Nope. I learnt a few things from my book, it's going to be a long night." 

He opened the door just as Jimin was walking by. Eyeing you both  suspiciously up and down he looked into the room. "Is everything okay? Why are you wet.. why's the floor wet?" 

Jungkook shrugged, "Sometimes we have waterfights."

[autistic-shaiapouf]

have you ever seen youtuber Aleczandxr’s video about pouf?

youtube com watch?v=UzAkIuGlpsQ

(his interpretation seems pretty similar to yours so i was wondering what you think of it and if your opinion differs in any way.)

also i can be pretty dumb about these things but i don’t understand why people say pouf is loud? is it because of him having nervous breakdowns? idgi actually 🙈

also thank you very much for indulging my asks with your very interesting and thoughtful replies. 🤍

[Image I.D.: screenshot of an ask. It reads:

"side note but i don't fully agree with a lot of Aleczandxr's h x h takes but i always thought his shaiapouf gif(?) was one of his better ones ... too bad it's practically the only video you can find with an analysis of pouf's character smh.

End I.D.]

This was in my inbox for a lot longer than I wanted it to be, but the short answer is yes! I have seen it - over a year ago, so I revisited it specifically for this ask. I'll go into a few specifics, but overall, it really did hit a LOT of the points I was addressing! I was so glad to hear him address the duality he's got, selfish/selfless, loyal/disloyal, because that's one of the most interesting parts of his character to me! It really is amazing to see the inner workings of everything he thinks and does when a lot of people tend to gloss over those in favor of just calling him annoying.

I was also a little surprised to also hear him call pouf "loud", which on my end, wasn't really the clearest wording, so don't feel bad about not understanding what I meant (+ thank you for asking for clarification!). The context I used it under is in reference to how much attention his character grabs, between design, the emotionality, the violin, the literal screaming, he's very hard to ignore! Even with all the dislike, you have to at least admit that it's difficult to just push him aside when he keeps moving himself into a spotlight.

Before really delving into a couple things, I at least wanna present the top comment on the video because it made me laugh:

I wanna talk about his sense of empathy + his emotions, which is something I've actually talked about before in a post that actually is where I drew my url from, which went from "he's neurodivergent bc I am and I say so" to "oh wait, there's actually substance to this". It's a post I plan to rewrite with general neurodivergence in mind as opposed to just adhd, but I digress!

Empathy is a huge theme in the caa and it's something that gets a spotlight with all the guards + meruem. Pitou's learning of empathy is fairly explicit; youpi's is a bit more subtle but he also learns that he should care about other people; meruem also achieves this via komugi.

Pouf is once more a special case and the way I see it, he either has very low empathy, or none at all. The spiritual message ability literally lets him read emotions in a textbook fashion, down to neat exact ratios, and that's used in both an offensive and defensive manner, which is to predict an opponent's next move. When he's not actively using that, he has a very difficult time understanding the emotions of others and can't really connect with them. He can't understand what meruem sees in komugi, he can't understand why pitou heals her, he even directly says to them something to the degree of "I don't understand". Personally speaking as a person with (often) low empathy, that's not a character flaw - he could've taken time to learn about the actual feelings etc that everyone around him has, but he didn't.

This is actually something that's also made explicit, and I saw that in a line that a lot of people laughed off. I don't remember the context around it, but it was the "soldiers don't need memories or emotions" line. Memories of course being a nod to how pouf himself streamlined the soldier making process that involved wiping away memories, but the bit about emotions is what pulls me in. Yes it's ironic to hear that from the most emotionally volatile man in the arc, but it's very revealing in regards to how pouf thinks.

We know he likely views himself both as the most loyal guard (his actions being the most "logical" vs the other two guards continuing to develop), as well as the most unworthy guard (which is just his own self loathing, also seen multiple times over the arc). But that line? That's not only a giveaway that he sees himself as meruem's perfect soldier, but also that pouf has a difficult time processing his own emotions. It's clear even to pitou and youpi that pouf is volatile to say the least, but in that line, we can see that pouf likely doesn't see himself that way. The implication I'm reading into is that he doesn't consider his emotions to be anything out of the ordinary, and that his (re)actions involving those emotions are in proportion.

I also wanna get into the duality of his mind a bit more! The note on how he's actually quite clever and book smart whilst simultaneously unable to conceive of things outside his ultimate view of what his purpose is is something that I also find fascinating. This was actually another point I bring up that makes me believe he's neurodivergent - he's very academically gifted and able to think quickly, but really lags in social situations. His conversations center around meruem and he doesn't really engage with anyone else unless he has no choice, on top of not really being able to perceive emotions in any kind of empathetic manner. There's definitely more to be said on both neurodivergence and the general duality of thinking, but I'll leave the big ideas right here for the time being.

I wanna make a small comment on his character that's a bit fueled by the thoughts of someone else I talked to, with her focus on him being his utilitarian streak - if it wasn't for meruem's benefit, if it didn't have meaning overall, it should be eliminated. This is mostly seen in his fixation over komugi, but it's also present in that "soldiers don't need memories or emotions" line as well; it's one of his biggest driving attitudes as seen in all his "for the king" repetition, as well as in his being willing to die if he can't serve well enough.

This on its own presents an interesting clash with pouf's overall aesthetics; the man is an art piece. If things should be cut out, what use does he have for his violin? Why bother with the eloquence, the books, the mental leaps and jumps? The very method of his existence is a contradiction to his own ideals, and I do enjoy it very very much. (I actually did wanna write a character essay on his contradictions and duality as well, and now I think I may have enough to write about!)

[carolinedoesmagic]

Things going ALMOST too smoothly

I didn't manage to find a mage capable and willing to perform long-distance communication magic, but I did learn that I could ask the Headmaster to Send a message to Otto directly, and also some interesting things about familiars, which I also filed away for future consideration as I made my way to the Tower itself. Soon, I found the teleportation circle that I saw that angry boy use, took a deep breath in and gathered all my courage and confidence to prepare me for this one moment, and managed to make my way indoors. 

As I entered, all I could see were hallways, magically lit but in a more obvious way than in the temple, one of them leading to a reception desk. Naturally, I headed that direction, only to have an angry-looking lady promptly turn down my request to talk to the Headmaster, who was apparently the one handling new students. However, before I could sneak or dejectedly leave, I heard a familiar angry voice yelling in my direction, blatantly calling me a thief. The boy-mage I helped the day before was standing down the hall with a tall, kind-lookig man who turned out to be the Headmaster. He shushed the yelling, introduced himself to me, and invited us both to his office like a pair of insolent children. 

Once there, I tried to ignore my astonishment at the amount of magic items just lying around and simply explain what had happened from my point of view, which was taken well by the man, but not by the boy. The Headmaster nodded once I disclosed everything, without even trying to cover up parts of the story. Seeming satisfied with my explanation, he cut any attempts at aditional conversation on the side of my opponent in this discussion.

One thing about my story did interest him. My magic feats led to him asking whether I wanted to enroll in Hedron before I had the chance to broach the topic myself. When I excitedly nodded, he inquired a bit more about my history, his eyebrows shooting up at the mention of my previous teacher. He nodded once more, summoned a magnificent little unicorn of magic light, and sent it galloping in what was supposed to be Otto's direction. The boy-mage, whose name was Kurtis, glared at the exchange, fuming but saying nothing at first. 

It was then my turn to sit in silence while the two discussed some class or the other, until they were interrupted by the magical animal making its way back to the office, carrying a letter on its horn. I didn’t get to see what the writing said, although I ached to lay my eyes on the familiar handwriting, but it seemed like my ex teacher did me justice, if we were to believe the Headmaster’s smile and impressed gaze which he would lift from time to time to look me directly in the eye. Having read it, he nodded the third and final time, and announced that I could enroll, explaining where I could go for additional information. 

I beamed, which seemed to be the last straw for Kurtis. He jumped up, glared at me with intense anger, drew his wand, and announced a challenge for a mage duel, non-lethal. Apparently, I had no choice but to accept, or else I would lose my magic, something I wish I’d been told about the world of mages before exposing myself to such short-tempered members of its society.

[musesofthemoon]

His words cut deep, but in a way she cannot describe. He knows the beast, she will not say that he doesn't. But as the era changes, so too does the song, the dance. Five years may be nothing to the man who could live forever, but in five years she could see her baby brother be slowly but surely broken down. From who was once a gentle boy, who was distraught over every loss, every action, to a young man who could order the death of entire villages without a second thought.

Destruction she would participate in. It would not save him, but she could see his weakness when he tried not to act, when he tried to take the beast down with him. It never worked... It was why she learned, why she had to learn to remorselessly cut those nameless faces down.

As Makenshi had said, this was war. She knew it well. This shouldn't be the line she drew, no... She'd done worse than send someone to Entropy directly before, and she knew clearly what the consequences would be. Not only for the man in front of her, but the fabrics of reality as she knew it. Once the world is bathed in Chaos, who knows what the plan will be then. What senseless destruction will be caused. She almost hoped she wouldn't live to find out.

And yet, this man dares mock her. Dares believe that she didn't know exactly what was going to happen in the chambers, how she'd been sobering herself for letting him know so quickly. This was a formality. She could have let him squirm, let him panic in the midst of this, but she had been gracious enough to tell him. She had let him understand the weight of it all.

The Pretender King would die tomorrow, and here he was, laughing at her.

She didn't know what to do. She was angry, she wanted to slit his measly throat right there, send the message that a new demon lived, and she would not take to disrespect. He would be well enough to face his true punishment by the time they landed, she was sure of it. It would not be difficult.

There's a pause, and she moves to his position, holding one of the scimitars to his throat. "You want a monster then, here it is..." she replies, her voice filled with an icy bite, something so very unlike her. She could have screamed, but she'd done enough of that in her life. Noise was weakness, noise was only made to make yourself look larger, and she didn't need that. She'd always worked better in the silence, after all.

"I'm well aware of what this entails. Can't destroy a rebellion without making sure its leader stays dead, right?" The smile that cracks upon her features is full of wild abandon, as if masking something else much darker. "I know full well that Chaos won't be satisfied. It grows bored with its toys so easily. You were always the Tyrant's little lapdog, weren't you? Maybe that's right where you belong-"

It feels harsh of her, but she doesn't care right now. He needed to learn his place.

No, that's not right, is it? She was angry with him for talking down to her, so she wanted to take back that shred of dignity. But from what? From who? No one else dared watch her right now, she was their general. It was her own pride, despite how fought back she often made it. Maybe this was the tipping point, for her to finally act like her old self again.

No, that's not right either.

She feels tears perk in her eyes. She thinks of something else to say at that point, something that hurts her to even think about. Time has marched on, and she's not the only one who's changed for the worse. Her face morphs further, the smile fading into tears, but she turns away. He can't see her cry, not here. She can't give him more fodder for mockery, can she?

"There's one thing you don't know about Chaos. It can make its own avatars, but it can't take the will out of something that has one to start. Anarchy and the Tyrant were only dolls, linked with Chaos' consciousness directly. They weren't people... But Yu's still in there. I watched that light slowly fade from his eyes. It's not ignorance, or delusion that keeps us bound, it's the fact that there's something in there worth salvaging, and unlike the rest of you, maybe I want to help him."

"Maybe a part of me wanted you to fight back harder. But you won't kill him, will you? Cause it'll just be worse the next go round."

"Or maybe I realized you just wanted attention from anyone who would give it to you, we were just good enough for a while. "

Finally wiping the tears from her eyes, she feels the cord still on her neck. It didn't mean anything anymore, did it? He had those other humans. The children had never mattered, had they? Using one of the blades, she breaks the pendant's string, letting the misty gem fall to the ground. She didn't care, if it broke or not. Her bonds had been meaningless, and so was that trinket.

She takes a breath. Her stomach feels like lead, but it was the right choice, at this point. She shouldn't keep fawning over someone who hadn't even searched for them when they disappeared to her knowledge. She turns to the side, and begins toward the left quarters. She should be sure the airship wasn't going through any trouble...

She doesn't understand what she's doing, does she? All she had to say was one word for the entire situation to make sense. Entropy. Spare him the Lord descriptor. Such frivolities were Chaos speaking no doubt. That means Yu has been lost to that beast then? Yu has been lost to that Monster and somehow he finds himself wondering if they had never killed Anarchy if any of this would have happened? There's no point in dwelling on it now. What's been done is done. He just never thought - he never thought the children would cave so easily. The last they had shown such - such strength.

So Ai has now been stuck in the middle between her loved ones and her brother.... and she chose a blind eye and ignorance. Pity. He thought more of her than that. There is a glimmer of light reflecting back in half moon jades as he looks the girl over from head to toe. As the thrashing ceases almost instantly. It's the slip that catches his attention. She wants to address him as she always has but keeps stopping herself.

Chaos wouldn't have it any other way. She's feeding the beast where she stands this very second. Brainwashed by love and loyalty into thinking that this was the only way. It's not. It's not and she knows it. He's taught her to be more resourceful than this with his own hand. He knows she's better than this... and she settles on his name in proper as a strange middle ground of sorts and hearing it feels foreign in a way he can't say he cares for.

Chains jingle once more but only in a small song of slow shifting as the King of Wonderland moves his legs to pull in a little more to himself the best he can and rolls his shoulders around until his arms don't ache behind his back. Snow falls to cover a moonlit gaze as eyes fall to the floor of the airship before him.

"Entropy? I see. Never mind. I get it." He's chewing on his bottom lip as he thinks. It all makes sense now. She's caught between love and rent and she chose neither, perhaps she was the more wayward of the Hayakawa twins after all. It seems that at least Yu can commit to something.

"You're stuck in the middle and you won't pick a side. Chaos wants me back and you bowed you head and said Yes Your Excellency just like I used to. Pity. I thought more of you, Hayakawa. Well I hope you know what's about to happen. I hope you know you're digging my grave right now. Chaos will kill me the minute he gets his hands on me. So you don't get to set there and use my name when you're willing to hold the blade to my throat.

White Cloud is for my equals and Kumo was for my loved ones. Makenshi should be fine for you.

You might have that beast twisted up in your being Hayakawa but I still know it better than you ever will. He hasn't told you the truth, has he? What he truly intends for me? You don't have a clue, do you? Fine, live in your ignorance. I thought you more responsible than this, Hayakawa, but now you have a hard lesson to learn.

This is war, child. You can't stand in the middle. You have to pick a side. Are you going to stand there and watch when I die again? How many deaths will you stand through? Because I hope you know Chaos isn't kind enough to just kill me once. You don't have a clue what that beast's done to me, do you? Well you're about to find out.

So I ask one thing of you, Hayakawa. Never tell me you love me ever again. I thought you better than a liar. My blood is on your hands, Ai. Make peace with it."

[punkbxt]

I saw the first green spock = antisemantic years ago in 2015?

Anyway I'm still partial to green blush but I have since seen Hulk spock and read a lot on how that's antisemantic. Also it makes a lot of my Jewish followers uncomfortable so - green spock antisemantic. I agree.

And I didn't see green spock for years - and I'm CRAZY obsesive. Since 2014 every since day I have scrolled the spock tag every single day for new content of my boy(hey! Hey this is important to wat I'm saying dont come at me I have plenty of other hobbies, it's just 5-20 minutes. Some folks read news, I look at spock)

Anyway after that thing bubbled up I didn't see green spock for ages.

Then I did late 2020 I rember that day, cold chilly the art was good. But he was green and I don't reblog green spocko for my fam.

So I leave a comment

Hi I love ur art its very good. But did you know 'drawing spock green' is 'antisemantic' because of 'quoted reasons.

Anyway love it but I can't reblog it.

At this point I was msging someone new. I considered hey I haven't seen any discourse posts recently, maybe they're new here and arent aware and this is an innocent honest mistake.

Little did I know....

They knew, and they, and their entire fanbase was F uRiOus.

My inbox, my tags were being picked up and beaten.

'what is this 2015!?!? I know u rude ass bitch and I dont listen to that shit' or something along those lines. As well as my comment screenshot and posted.

So to start with I was like?! Oh was this discourse wrong and I missed out on a important update? But after a little investigation I discovered this wasn't so.

The op was simply evil. Not because of the racist art alone. For if they had simply said 'I know I drew this in?? And I didn't want to delete' I would have been more understanding - although I maybe would have suggested editing the work and adding a message. Like 'I spent 8000 hours on this I don't want to delete but green spock is racist please don't draw him like this'

But no. No instead I was bombarded with nasty comments from op - and hate anons from people-I wasn't even talking to??? Like mind yo damn buissness -

I litterally felt like I'd gone on a famous YouTubers pages dissed them, and then that famous YouTuber had sent a horde of sweaty, stinky fan baby freaks to me to bully me. Like? Was I wrong? Anyway I no longer give a heads up to artists drawing green spock I get hate. - I GET HATE.

I've never sent hate and I'm real sorry u did gate I can't even imagine the stressxxx

Anyway I think if peope see a comment worded:

Op Did you know "thing" is "racist/sexist/ect" because of "loose quote/ or place to find information"

Then other folks the comment isn't directly addressing should mind their own buissness. Also if anyone wants to use that as a template message go ahead.

Anyway. The green spocks are on the rise. And I dare not slip into their anons, which thus is creating more green spocks.

Who will Kindly let these people know? Perhaps by even using said template... I feel the wrinkles coming on, time is calling me, and stress has me lined in the execution block. I can no longer carry on my polite msgs, for not all who draw allow anons. Will anyone ever keep my work up for me when I am gone? How could they when I still breathe and do not. It is but a weary, polite, kind notification to give.

[dragon-swords-prophecies]

Frost & Fire: Update!

Frost & Fire draft 0 is officially over 10,000 words!!!!!!!!!!!

Yay!!!!!!!

Taglist so they can share in this very good news: @gr3y-heron @golden-eyed-writer @writing-is-a-martial-art @magic-is-something-we-create

Also in celebration:

Excerpt time!

Below the cut is an (Unedited, so you are warned and I am sorry) excerpt from Chapter 7, in which Zerve has finally showed up and now I get to write them except it isn't going as well as anyone hoped, Dash & Ana are fighting, and also there is the slight problem with a dragon who wants to take over the world.

Word Count: 819

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Ana went pale. My father looked almost transparent, so much blood had left his face.

Cerea mouthed, 'oh', eyes widening until they were as big as saucers.

That person, in the armor, with silver and black hair, was quite possibly my sibling.

"Uh," I said after a long moment. "You wouldn't happen to be the Zerve Galendel that died 450 years ago, would you?"

"Why do you ask? And I am certainly not dead."

"Because," I sighed. "My last name is Galendel. And so is hers." I added, pointing at Ana.

"Well shit. You must be my replacements. Pleased to meet you." And they turned on their heel and walked away. Enna groaned, "Lanri save me from proud Elves," and chased after them. I'm not sure what she said to get the Commander to come back but she said something that worked.

Commander Galendel came stalking back, face livid and eyes hard.

"Alright. I'm here only for the sake of our countries mutual survival. Tell me what you need to do and I'll get out and end the awkward family reunion."

Cessari looked at his daughters, who nodded agreement. "Okay then. What we need is plain and simple. We need reinforcements. Halmire can't take on Dizerdrat on her own. We need help. Is Bryn's Army willing to help us?"

"Give me thirty seconds." The Commander spoke quickly into a stone, presumably one modified to cast Message. They got a response seconds later, though the little of the voice I could hear sounded irritated and tired, which made sense. Bryn was far enough away that it was late into the evening there now.

"The Queen says 'Yes, Bryn will help you'. Where do we start?"

"We start with a plan."

-X-X-X-

Thirty minutes later we were all gathered back in the war room, much like we had been two and a half weeks ago. It was more crowded this time, standing room only.

Neither of the previous ambassadors were anywhere to be seen. Seated three people to a side, we were in close quarters around the square table.

Starting with me, on my left was Lei then Theo, on the next side was Ana, Cerea, and my father. The third side held the baron, his closest advisor- Geoff Kraghammer of Der Bulder- and the new commander, Zerve. The final side had Enna, Anne, and Grandfather. Anne didn't strictly have clearance to attend this meeting, but she would sneak in somehow anyway so it was better to have her just here.

Mae probably should have been there, but she wasn't. Only one druid allowed at a meeting. Druid's Council law. Faith and her were probably in the secret passage between this room and Oleski headquarters. I was 100% not supposed to know about that one.

A large map of Aqurah was spread out on the table, with little figures representing each army. One figure stood for 1000 soldiers, approximately. They were the colors of each country, Halmire blue and silver and Bryn black and white.

Qu, the archmage, floated in the corner, still perched on his hand-stool.

And me? I sat in my chair, tossing a small ball of shadows between my fingertips. It was calming. Drew some odd looks from my apparent sibling, but it was calming and I also didn't care.

"So." Said Enna, letting her single word hung in the air.

"What do we do?"

"We figure out where he is planning to strike first."

Enna pulled a dagger out of it's sheathe and stabbed it into the map directly over the Gundar Forest. "Here. It's the last great stronghold of the elves, and he knows that if that's destroyed we loose all military support from them. Then he'll hit the Dwarves, probably Der Bulder first and then the other strongholds that are exposed. Finally he'll hit us, and he'll ignore Bryn because it's across the ocean. No offense," She added, glancing at the Commander.

"None taken. Isn't my home country at any rate."

"Right," Enna nodded slowly. "About that-"

"No."

"Okay then. Any idea folks, or are we just letting the person with no proper military experience whatsoever plan out a war?"

Ana laughed. "No, we're just being quiet. I agree with you, we need to warn A'ssh- er, Celmari. Who's going to do that?"

"I will." Said Anne.

"We are not sending anyone alone." Stated the Baron. "Anne, I swear I'm not just saying this because I'm your father, but you are not going alone. Find someone to go with you. This rule stands for everyone, by the way."

"Fine, dad. Theo, want to come help me warn an ancient Elven civilization of impending doom? Someone who speaks Elven would be nice."

"Sure," Said the human. "I could use a good fight."

"Wonderful. And who's going to warn Der Bulder?"