#i do... but i envy you. i wish i was a construct in a story too

[mihai-florescu]

The quiet harmony of not having a friend group amennn i love the peace of my solitude so much. It sounds like copium but im being so, so fr. If i get lonely i can just open a book

[archivedblog16]

So, Blitz and Darcy have known each other since they were kids. But unlike how Viv did Stoliz, they had more time to get to know each other because Yesh and the higher seraphim angels were supportive of them and allowed Darcy to show Blitz around Heaven.

Oh, and how Stolas met Blitz is left unchanged but from Blitz's POV, he didn't really remember or internalize what happened that day (which was the opposite for Stolas). Since he was thinking more about just getting his dad out of the way so he could sneak off to see Darcy.

The story goes that I grew tired of performing on one of our shows at a pier in the Envy District in Pride (more on that later of how Districts in Pride work). So, I quietly left the tents, made my way to the beach, played in the water, and noticed a young girl. She had skin as pale as the Earth's moon, hair as dark as the night, and was sitting by herself constructing a large sandcastle…small wings folded behind her. Nearby, a tall man with red sunglasses, curly hair, and a top hat adorned with a big, eerie smile was watching over her.

I invited her over to splash in the waves, but she'd rather stay high and dry, working on her "masterpiece" in the sand. I laughed at first, then it caught in my throat as I saw what she'd built. A stick in her hand traced out a literal blueprint, not just any drawing - a detailed scale model of a castle from her favorite video game (the name escapes me again, you've been obsessed with it since you were, like, six years old? Still the first thing you mention to new people, well, since the last time I saw you…). Right, it was C&C, Vagabondia Chronicles, and some dark and spooky tabletop games on the side along with..."classic" fairytales. I may have been lost in translation, but the passion burning in your eyes for this game and the castle homage was crystal clear. Even as the waves rolled in closer, I knew I had to defend your masterpiece from the watery demise before it was complete. You were getting flustered, so I grabbed your hand, met your gaze, and declared with all the seriousness a kid (even me) could muster: WE WOULD DEFEND YOUR CASTLE TO THE BITTER END! That part, at least, I remember clearly. Your dads apparently saw us valiantly "attacking" the water with our little shovels. It was a doomed battle, for sure, but we went down swinging, tripping over each other in a fit of laughter and getting soaked to the bone. We lost the castle, yeah, that part sucked, but hey, we found each other. And damn, if that didn’t make all the chaos worth it.

Damn it, Darc, why did I have to push you away?! If only I hadn’t been so stupid to think our relationship could cause a war. I had a chance to escape from the shitty drama in my life earlier, from my shitty circus, from my shitty dad, from my shitty family. I would’ve planned to bring Fizz with us, but Mom would've died anyway because of her sickness. I wish things were different, but they’re not. And, I’m sorry I had to make you go through this… but you’re strong, I’d think you’d be the only person who’d move on and not excessively hate me like the others did. One day, I’ll come back for you and I can finally sort out the shit we’ve done to each other.

Technically the biggest twist in the ship is how no one ended up knowing since Day 1. So, Blitz had always ended up visiting Darcy in her world and even got an education (nearly finishing high school) in a witch school in one of the dimensions Heaven has a diplomatic relationship with. So my version of Blitz secretly got to experience a whole other life with people who actually do form relationships with him and the irony is to this day, no one knows.

So their breakup is the kind of thing that doesn’t happen in one big dramatic explosion—it’s slower, quieter, like a wound that keeps reopening no matter how much they try to ignore it. Blitz convinced himself that being with Darcy would cause something catastrophic, that a relationship between an imp and an angel, no matter how deep, would only end in disaster. He told himself it was for her sake, that he was protecting her, but deep down, he knew he was running. Running from the idea that, for once in his life, someone actually saw him—really saw him—and still wanted him. And that terrified him more than anything. So he started pulling away, making excuses, convincing himself that he wasn’t worth the kind of love Darcy was willing to give. And Darcy, for all her strength, didn’t fight him on it. Maybe she thought if she held on too tight, he’d resent her for it. Maybe she believed, deep down, that he was right. So one day, he just… left. No grand goodbye, no final embrace, just the echo of unspoken words and the feeling that something beautiful had been broken beyond repair. And yet, despite everything, despite the pain and the years that passed, neither of them ever truly let go. Because how do you let go of something that was never meant to be, yet somehow, against all odds, still was?

So yeah, no big dramatic blowout, no betrayals, no outside forces like Cash or Hell stepping in to tear them apart. It wasn’t about some grand conflict—it was just them. And Blitz, being Blitz, couldn’t handle the idea that what they had was real. So, he left. Not in some cruel, “I never loved you” kind of way, but in that quiet, self-sabotaging way he does, convincing himself it was for the best. He walked away from that part of his life, threw himself into something new, and eventually, he started I.M.P.

And Darcy? She moved on too—not in the way his other exes did, filled with bitterness and resentment, but in the way someone raised with a bigger picture in mind does. She wasn’t gonna waste her energy hating him. She had more important things to do—like tackling the deep-rooted corruption in Heaven, stepping up to take control, and fixing what needed fixing. She wasn’t sitting around waiting for him to come back, but that didn’t mean she forgot him either. It’s just… life kept moving. For both of them.

And they do meet again, after Apology Tour:

"Damn, this cake is pretty good!" Blitz munched on a slice as he walked out to his van, only to find the two sinners he met earlier smirking. The spider sinner raised his cigar. "Well, short stack, got your heart broken?" "Even better! I apologized to Verosika," Blitz chuckled, but a look of confusion crossed his face. "But what are you still doing here for?" The shorter Cyclops fire sinner gave a wry smile, the spider sinner grinning the same way. "Oh, just a small surprise..." Blitz glanced around, his eyes widening. A hooded figure stepped lazily out of the door, tall stiletto boots clicking in unison. As they got closer, Blitz's breath caught. The figure removed its hood. It was her. Darcy. Darcariel of the Heavenly Orders.  What the—?!

As for the current state of their relationship, because the Helluva rewrite happens at around the same time as Hazbin rewrite S2, Hell, and Heaven aren't really as hostile to each other anymore so their relationship isn't exactly "forbidden".

Feel free to let me know your thoughts!

Ohhh I see. Since they were friends for much longer, did Darcy have beef with blitz’s dad?

[eternal-sunshine-222]

Please give me your advice!!!

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Kandi and I would like to work with/in movies someday, whether that be acting/screenwriting or even writing novels. That is the whole reason I started this account, to broaden my writings and get feedback and constructive criticism. Recently, I have found even more inspiration for all of these things but I am not sure how to go about this all.

Like many people I watched Gladiator II shortly after it came out and became infatuated with the characters. I envied them, wanted to be them, in their places. I've always wanted to act, do something creative with my life. When I was younger my brother and I would pretend and make-believe he craziest most detailed stories. I've written little stories and essays for years, since I was in elementary school. I always loved when the young-authors competitions would come around, and when we were assigned long writing pieces for my classes later on in high school I was ecstatic. My senior year English teacher continuously told me to never stop writing, that she loved everything I came up with. Her class was one of the only ones that my grade never dropped in. It's because of her that I decided to try and make a career for myself with my stories that I hope will soon turn into novels or screenplays. As for the acting, my mother was raising my brother and me by herself and hadn't wanted us to get jobs until we graduated from school. Our education was more important. While other kids got to join the drama club and participate in all of these cool plays, and even those who weren't in drama club and auditioned for parts, I was never able to at all. My mother wasn't going to be able to take me to any of the rehearsals or anything. It would be useless to sign up if I couldn't do anything.

These dreams of mine dimmed severely after I graduated and even more so once my brother did. I moved in with my boyfriend against my mother's wishes and dipped down into a horrible, severe depression. I don't remember a good chunk of that time, even though this was only in 2023. He messed me up so bad that I was in the psych ward for 3 weeks. My dreams pretty much ceased to exist until the summer of 2024.

I spent more time with my family, who supported all of my dreams. I will forever call my brother my biggest supporter as well as my biggest hater. He's brutally honest which helps a lot with where I want to go. He's another one of my inspirations. A very big one.

Now this may sound odd or maybe even excessive to a point, but I also dedicate a part of my inspiration to Fred Hechinger. When I saw him in Gladiator II I realized that I recognized him from Fear Street, and upon further investigation found out that he is only 4 1/2 years older than I am, making him around my age in the trilogy. Before knowing this I was convinced that it was too late for me to start an acting career now. I didn't go to any special school or anything; I was/am poor. After my little bout of research I came to the conclusion that you're never too old to get into the acting business. You're never too old to do anything really.

My doubts however are still getting to me though, because I have no clue how to go about any of my dreams. I don't know what to do if I want my novel published. I don't know how to go about getting headshots or finding auditions around where I live (a small town in West Virginia) when I have no money at all. I don't know anything. So if anyone has actually read this far, could you please help me out in some way? Please reblog this post/leave your own comments so other people can see and also give their input.

Thank you so much!

[bi-bard]

Unreal Unearth - Hozier Writing Challenge Masterlist

Hello! Here's the writing challenge masterlist for Hozier's "Unreal Unearth".

This is easily one of the most beautiful albums I've ever listened to it. It is full of gorgeous lyrics and music. I hope that the stories I have constructed for it can reflect that.

I hope you guys enjoy these stories!

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De Selby (Pt. 1)

And Sit Unseen, With Only the Inner Upheld Jack Kline X Reader [Supernatural] Summary: Two Nephilims find themselves taking shelter with the Winchesters. However, no safety and security could match up to true connection and understanding.

De Selby (Pt. 2)

I Wanna Fade Away with You Dick Grayson X Reader [HBO's Titan] Summary: (Y/n) and Dick's connection was one to be envied. By friends and family and anyone who had known them. This connection is good until it seems to be turning Dick into someone different. Now, the biggest question is whether or not that change is bad.

First Time

Some Part of Me Came Must Have Died the Final Time You Called Me, "Baby" Joel Miller X Reader [HBO's The Last of Us] Summary: Joel is offered a rare glimpse of hope after the apocalypse had started. However, the universe can pull away signs of hope just as fast it can offer them.

Francesca

If I Could Hold You for a Minute, I'd Go Through It Again Charles Rowland X Witch!Reader [Dead Boy Detectives] Summary: Whoever claimed that risking your life was only for the living had never seen the true devotion of a ghost before.

I, Carrion (Icarian)

But If We Fall, I Only Pray, Don’t Fall Away from Me Captain Sean Renard X Reader [Grimm] Summary: (Y/n)'s new reality forces many secrets to come to light and many decisions to be reconsidered.

Eat Your Young

It's Quicker and Easier to Eat Your Young Peaky Blinders X Child!Reader [Peaky Blinders] Summary: A new gang attempts to put down roots in Birmingham, much to the displeasure of the Shelbys. However, as tensions rise, more is revealed about this new gang... including some concerning cracks in the foundation.

Damage Gets Done

You and I Had Nothing to Show but the Best of the World in the Palm of Our Hand Daisy Jones X Reader [Daisy Jones & the Six] Summary: In which two dear friends find themselves face-to-face years after they lost contact with each other and it's as if a day had never truly passed. Except that it did. The only question will be what they will do now that it had and they were both such different people.

Who We Are

And the Hardest Part is Who We Are Nikolai Lantsov X Reader [Shadow & Bone] Summary: A long line of unfortunate events leads two old friends to learn more about each other and themselves.

Son of Nyx

Son of Nyx Hannibal Lecter X Reader [NBC's Hannibal] Summary: An exploration of two forms of grief; one for a death that occurred long ago and one for a death that is set in stone but has not yet occurred.

All Things End

And Just Knowin' that Everything Will End Should Not Change Our Plans Merlin X Reader [BBC's Merlin] Summary: A story of love, loss, and accepting the inevitable.

To Someone From a Warm Climate (Uiscefhuarithe)

And I Wish I Could Say that the Rive of My Arms Have Found the Ocean Kaz Brekker X Reader [Shadow & Bone] Summary: Time can be essential in earning trust. If only it didn't take a matter of seconds to lose that very trust.

Butchered Tongue

A Butchered Tongue Still Singin' Here Above the Ground Morgana X Reader [BBC's Merlin] Summary: Morgana escapes from Camelot after her attempt to tear apart the kingdom and kill Uther. Now alone, she finds some kindness in (Y/n), who may end up being far more important than Morgana would have ever considered.

Anything But

I Would Do Everything Just to Run Away Mr. Knightley X Reader [Emma. (2020)] Summary: Mr. Knightley's eyes seem to lock onto an old friend of Emma's. Said old friend's eyes seem to lock on any of the potential exits around them. Some may be able to read between the lines. However, some people require a far more direct response.

Abstract (Psychopomp)

All My Love and Terror Balanced Between Those Eyes Will Graham X Reader [NBC's Hannibal] Summary: A collection of nightmares that have been haunting Will the most recently.

Unknown/Nth

And There are Some People, Love, Who are Better Unknown The Master X Reader [Doctor Who] Summary: [End of Season 12] The Master was known for doing whatever was necessary to get what he wanted. However, after so much time together, (Y/n) wanted to believe that they would be offered some kind of mercy. Oh, how wrong they were.

First Light

But After This I'm Never Gonna Be the Same and I Am Never Going Back Again Eleventh Doctor X Reader [Doctor Who] Summary: (Y/n) had never known true peace like they did with the Doctor. They had never known such support, such acceptance, such love. What will happen when (Y/n) learns that their perfect existence isn't all that they thought it was?

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Find Me (A Call Me By Your Name Story) Pt 2

A/N: I was on a writing streak today, so here's part two from Oliver's point of view. Thank you for reading!

Oliver's POV:

I think about you all the time. That summer was the best one I ever had. You were so young, and I thought I knew it all. If only I knew then how ignorant I was. My mind is deceitful and always takes me back to the moments that I kissed your lips, played with your curls, and spent breathless nights within your arms.

I thought that she was who I needed to feel whole. To feel complete. To feel normal. I was wrong. You were always so free and so wise beyond your years, and I envied that. How could someone so young be so mature? Age isn't everything it seems because adulthood has been the most confusing stage of them all. You allowed me to open up doors within myself that I'd been too afraid to explore. Doors that I'd been instructed never to open. Curiosity killed the cat after all, but now, curiosity is killing me.

What could we have been if I hadn't turned the page on us? I still hear your heartbroken voice on the other end of the phone as I told you my plans for the future. What you'll never know is how disheveled I felt after I hung up. I cried. I hadn't allowed myself to do that in years, and there I stood balling my eyes out like they were the Venetian River. Oh my dear, all because of fear.

The world has built constructs of who are meant to be and where we are meant to go, but all that does is fill me with woe. Things were simpler when I didn’t complicate them, when I just let everything be and let myself be me.

Adulthood isn’t it all it's cracked up to be, yet I still tread on. I was once drunk on life, now I'm drunk on sorrow. Is there truly a tomorrow?

Philosophy and anthropology were never my thing. They were just the earnest hunger of a young man, or perhaps I was afraid that they'd open up a part of me that should remain sealed.  Love and lust. Fear and desire. All the things that torment me as I sit here and admire the couples in America walk hand in hand without tire.

You were the forbidden fruit that I was meant to ignore, but the temptation was too much for me, and I took a bite, unleashing irreversible chaos upon the world or perhaps it was only my world. You seem to have moved on, and I am left to pay the debt for my sins.

Music was your greatest love, and I knew it from the start. Amidst the bickering and banter, the piano was your friend and the melody was your lover. It is truly what has stuck with you until the end. It filled the void that I never could. How I wish that I could. It kills me to know that we could have made the perfect duet if I hadn't sung off tune. That's all I can think of on this sullen afternoon. 

Maybe someday we'll meet again and I can confess my mistakes. You'll share your stories of how you're now a man. Hopefully, I can tell you that I am no longer a kid. Love is a beautiful rhythm that I long to follow. I dare to believe that it is in the cards for me, and someday I shall finally be free.

[moe-broey]

OKAY. I AM GOING TO DROP A NOTE. BOOK 4 MOE LORE. Only one part of it, because initially I didn't even think to explore Moe's side of things (in Alfonse's body, follows the canon story ect ect) Until. Something Clicked. And ohhhhhh Moe has PROBLEMS.... okay 👍

I am trapping it under a cut for its crimes.

[This note starts off by talking about a separate note where I jotted down the sequence of events rough-style -- these are the Thoughts behind it]

Like I think you COULD completely break Alfonse's spirit and reduce him to tears and desperation. But there's a Distinguishing Factor. When it comes to the Moefonse twist, to Moe in his body. Moe just has prey animal neurosis and its number 1 stress response is feeling overwhelmingly like it's going to fucking Die.

/

ALSO SO FUCKED UP. SO FUCKED UP. THAT THIS IS THE LOGICAL CONCLUSION TO MOE'S ENTIRE CHARACTER. THAT IT WOULD ALL COME TO THIS. PERFECTLY ENCAPSULATED BY THE BOOK 4 TWIST.

That Moe, as it's gotten to know, trust, and admire Alfonse, it begins seeing him as the Framework for Being A Person. Despite Knowing Better -- Moe is someone who, when in doubt, becomes a mirror. To reflect whatever it is Moe thinks you want to see, or -- to reflect what it's observed to have "worked". Add a layer of Alfonse becoming something of a mentor to it, and Alfonse having a lot of traits that Moe Envies. Like. Like. It Knows Better. It sees the pitfalls of those traits, how they don't always serve Alfonse, how sometimes they make things worse. But Alfonse is everything Moe Tried to be, and then some. Alfonse is everything Moe could never be. Alfonse has something Moe doesn't. It admires him, it resents him, it envies him.

Alfonse is also a reflection of what Moe Wished it had. What it should have had. What was taken from it. In a lot of ways, Sharena is this, too. Sharena is everything that Moe could never be. She has things Moe can never have. But the feelings... are so different, there. There's grief. It's painful to look in the eye. Above all else, it wants a happy life for her. Moe is always so, so afraid. Of getting in the way of that, somehow.

Which leads to that moment. Of despair. Moe, already falling apart, asks itself What Would Alfonse Do? If Alfonse were here... what would he do... what choice would he make... what scheme would he concoct... or is the only option, the only way out, is through?

Moe determines, Alfonse is just and logical. He is, devastatingly, self-sacrificial. He's mature, he's reasonable. He would accept his fate with both hands, if it meant that his loved ones would be safe, if there truly was no other option. His own feelings about it, be damned.*

Then Sharena reaches out. Completely shattering any semblance of conviction Moe was constructing, there.

THAT aspect of Moe's character. The part of Moe who is extremely jealous of Sharena. That, she has an older brother who absolutely, undeniably, adores her. Whether she's fully aware of it or not. It's something Moe picked up on, so early on. And has only gotten less normal about, as time went on. But the way it manifests in Moe....

Moe is "self-sacrificial". It's looking for any and every opportunity, to... exile itself. Find new and exciting ways to condemn itself, and to justify it. When Moe is jealous of Sharena, it doesn't ask for Alfonse to exclusively dote on it, and it alone. No. Instead, it begs Alfonse to always choose her. That, gun to his head, if he had to Make a Choice, between her or itself. It will ugly cry begging him to choose her.

THE CLIMAX. THE CLIMAX OF IT ALL. IS

"I can't take him from her."

To accept Alfonse's fate, as Alfonse, is one thing. A horrible, painful, devastating thing. But it will live. It always has. And if it doesn't, eh, it was bound to happen at one point or another. Regardless, Moe is USED to saying Goodbye. Or, closer... Moe is used to leaving, without goodbyes. Wherever life jostles it next, it will find a new place. New people. It will be temporary, but it will make the most of it. Repeat ad nauseam.

But the WAY. THE WAY. It SO intensely projects onto Sharena, to the point of conflict between them (Sharena, at points, having to remind Moe Hey. I love you, I know you love me, but we're different people who want different things and that's okay). That's Moe's Achilles Heel. That's the thing that Almost got Moe stuck in Freyja's nightmare forever.

Jesus Christ, Moe. Can you. Fucking Relax. Dear lord.

*ALSO. THIS. IS FASCINATING ACTUALLY bc this IS entirely Moe's POV, panic mode, grasping for Anything. Also looking for any excuse to self-destruct. But. But. Turn the tables. If it truly WAS Alfonse, faced with accepting the loss of a friend. Well.

[End note]

Another thing to emphasize, maybe, and the best way to do so is with a demonstration...

A conversation with Sharena. Wish I could tell you what it was about! Oh well.

But this does highlight.... whatever the fuck Moe's problem is.

This is what I meant though, when I made the Lyon trope comparison. At one point, Moe becomes deeply emotionally entangled with BOTH siblings, in extremely opposite ways.

(As a side, I think the characterization of Sharena cussing only on special occasions is extremely fun. She is SO intentional about it... for someone who's typically squeaky-clean. Sometimes, if she knows her audience, knows it'll be funny or uniquely validating for that person -- she'll do it! She'll make a POINT of it, use it as the perfect punchline, ect ect!)

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But. It's important to put all this out there. Especially because I don't know when I'll get to it, in comic form 🧍. Behind the scenes I've been working on a timeline of something else (for funsies!!!), which has actually made me think about the actual timeline of Significant Moe Events. How, A LOT if not All of its character development/arcs/set-ups occur in tandem with and as a direct result of Book 4. Moe's world, inside AND out, has been cracked open. Its connections start to branch out, deepen and grow. Mani is here. It's a fucking NIGHTMARE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[narwhalandchill]

wuwa rambles incoming, on the negative side ish (?)

so i also ended up downloading wuwa to test it out despite being fairly confident in the assessment that it Will not be a long term thing for me (and yeah stand behind that one after day 1 and some today) and like

firstly yes the state of the game is in shambles lmao like it really wasnt finished in time for release in terms of performance and polish At All. on my side luckily the overall experience has been more or less okay on medium graphics with some glitches and a total of two crashes but its still like. this isnt an optimized game at all. ppl rly have been taking genshin being incredibly cautious with new systems and additions (so that the game actually Functions) for granted i suppose 💀 and or consistently taken the most uncharitable angle towards it . like yes we shouldve had xyz since forever but i 100% believe theres actual spaghetti code behind things taking long and that hoyo genuinely wants to be very careful w it for good reason. but yeah artifact presets where still

secondly as much as the world is like, pretty and vast with many sceneries that make for a beautiful vignette to Look at and all kinds of trinkets to run towards and engage w for that quick dopamine release, i think the fact that the story and lore of the world is just so fucking inconsequential and terribly communicated makes it just. Incredibly hard to Feel anything for it. its like a cake with stunning decorations except u take a bite and realize its all just fondant and no actual flavor. its just there. i dont have any thoughts nor feelings for it bc the worldbuilding is such a failure that i care neither for this place nor the characters whose stories are supposed to be selling me on the entire game. and that really sucks bc this place really Does look stunning in places and i Wish they would give me something to care about but its just the backdrop for the (admittedly fun) pokemon echo farm and ur exploration progress and the combat system

character-wise i also just dont mesh with vast majority of them much. they dont stand out enough from one another and no one except for like scar has actually made me very intrigued about anything at all regarding the world. designs vary from ugh to fine with some that i do like but they still arent like . the kind of Instant recognizable design that just Hits. they look fine but they lack the (jenshin) impact that makes you want to forfeit ur mortal possessions to them

now there is One (1) exception to this to be fair and thats sanhua but thats Literally just bc she is so fucking gender envy to me design wise. like its almost perfect just like that. literally if only her top wasnt open in the back . Id wear that shit SO hard for My scifi fantasy waves that wuther self insert oh my god. she looks like a middle school OC id make JSJSKSKDKUSKDK i love herrr literally the only reason i continue playing tbh . And she has ice powers too she is literally made For Me 💀

(jen forbidden lore tldr a niche finnish Banger of a fantasy book series that rewired my brain at 10 had an Excellently written girl protag who among other things gained op draconic ice powers of eternal winter and since then that simply became My main character daydream self elemental power of choice Always hsjsjsjskvkd)

the combat i think is where wuwa stands out and it definitely lets u engage more with the enemies. like ultimate evasion and counters Feel satisfying and building up ur characters unique mechanic like sanhuas ice constructs for her powered up charge atk Feels satisfying i def think theres a lot of potential there but in terms of A Future Meta in a gacha that wants money idk where things would ultimarely go in the future. but ya that stuff is solid.

enemy designs are also cool but suffer from that same lack of context to make me intrigued w the world theyre a part of. like cool eldritch creature ig but it doesnt give heebie jeebies the same way as seeing like. the husks in the chasm for the first time. where u instantly go oh fuck How. Why. Who were they. bc u know there Will be a relevant answer . etc . which is a shame. make me fear for my life smh

anyway for me my pulls have been like ridiculously bad i am genuinely not joking that getting sanhua on my first starter banner multi is the only reason i stuck w it. like. prior to this morning and getting aalto from the 20 free pulls . i have not received a Single non f2p new 4*. i have chixia c3 who i do Not like. yangyang c2. baizhi c1. Literally i kid you not the other new 4* i pulled today was . Yuanwu. so like considering the event and log in thats also c1 yuanwu c1 sanhua (latter of which i obvi have no issue w). and then my starter 5* was the worst case scenario 💀 Walmart gaming i mean. if u think hes cute cool but i am not at All enthused. id have taken Anyone over him lmao

so thats fun . i mean its fine im not gonna play long term i like sanhua and playing her w baizhi and someone like yangyang or aalto its fine for what i intend to do w it for now. & none of the future 5* rly appeal to me either

ultimately the game definitely has potential but it just. released too soon in a shoddy state and in many ways (mostly relating to its open world) i think is too reliant on just resembling genshin without actually innovating on top of that foundation or distinguishing itself from it. and the failure of its story to make players care about its world At All doesnt help. Do i think the world and lore are shit w 0 potential? well obviously no bc its so poorly communicated i cant even fucking tell you what it is About. but any possible potential there was definitely not utilized how it should so eh

now personally i have absolutely no horse in this toxic drama clownfest of a gacha game war arms race other than its not worth the time nor effort. so i truly have no particular feelings of fervent support nor some schadenfreude about kuro and for competitions sake i Do hope they manage to salvage the situation and that wuwa manages to flourish in the end but ironically enough the genshin "killer" number two more or less seems to have went the way of the other one aka ToF. so thats something i suppose lmao

Like there is something very painfully ironic about it all and it is hysterical in that sense. at least that much i can admit hsiajsks. But truly if some ppl find that wuwa offers them sth better than genshin then good for em, dont let my highly lukewarm reception ruin ur enjoyment. just end the fucking drama farm and disingenuous claims to gas up ur own cope and hype

(and to be clear. i would Not have played like 8 hours yesterday if i wasnt genuinely engaged w trying the game out and having fun lol. its just very clear to me that this early rush of ADHD dopamine oh new game new things to burn through new exploration shinies short term quick fun is very likely all wuwa is going to have on offer for me personally)

anyway thats just me so feel free to share yalls thoughts too if ud like

[red-man-of-mustache]

name. Mario Mario

nickname(s). Mayro, Jumpman, The Great Gonzalez, Red Man Of Mustache, The Merciless Executioner

title. Plumber Extraordinaire and Hero Of the Mushroom Kingdom

P E R S O N A L .

morality. lawful/ neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil

religious belief. Much like everyone else in the kingdom Mario will make a wish from time-to-time to the Star Spirits. Big or small in nature he does this to retain hope along his adventures.

sins. lust  / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride /envy/ wrath

virtues. chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

primary goals in life. To shine as bright as he can! He wants to keep the Mushroom Kingdom, his home, safe from the clutches of the Koopa Clan(specifically Bowser) and any other threats that present themselves. Helping people along the way is a good bonus though as it makes him feel good to help those in need.

languages known. - He is fully fluent in English & Italian.

quirks. -When on autopilot(most notably during a leisurely walk not a focused one) he will begin humming. How he knows the Mushroom Kingdom theme is unknown but that's a favorite of his. If bored or inactive he can fall asleep at the drop of a hat. Almost anywhere!

savvies. - Jumping, acrobatics, adapting to situations, working out puzzles/riddles, lifting things, construction, plumbing, and much more

P H Y S I C A L .

build. slender/ fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other

height. 5'1"

weight. 126 lbs

scars/birthmarks. Does his mustache count as a birthmark? No scars really to speak of.

abilities/powers. - Jumping is his wheelhouse. He can jump about two stories high unaided after gathering his might for a bit. Of course he also has many spins on his basic jump, like the backwards somersault, triple jump, spin jump, so on and so forth. He obtained the Firehand from an ancient spirit in the BeanBean Kingdom allowing for latent control of fire should he gather himself to do so in the moment. Power-ups endow him with a whole host of abilities though the vast majority of them are only temporary. He's also quite acrobatic for a person of his build, is extremely strong, quite durable, and agile.

F A V O U R I T E S .

favourite food. Pasta is his go-to. Mushrooms are a close second though he kinda had to get used to them.

favourite drink. Fruit Punch!

topping. Meatlovers pizza gang

favourite colour. Red

favourite music genre. Mario likes a bit of everything but if he had to pin down which he listens to the most it's definitely Pop! Songs like How Bizarre if you want a sample of what he's looking for.

favourite book genre. Comics/Graphic novels! Though not technically books he prefers a visual aide while reading plus the action helps to keep his attention.

favourite movie genre. Mario loves a good whodunnit. Though that's not a genre. Mystery would be better

favourite season. Summer! The freedom associated with this time of year is unmatched

favourite curse word. #$@!

favourite scent.  https://www.fragrantica.com/perfume/Lush/Princess-Peach-83161.html

F U N S T U F F .

bottom or top. Mario's a top but like, y'know

loud burper or soft burper. Loud, Mario does not try to hide it at all. In social settings, depending on the content he may muffle the sound but otherwise he has a habit of not caring who hears it.

sings in the shower. yes /no

likes bad puns. yes / no

their opinion on the mun. "He needs to-a talk to people more. But he believes in himself! That's-a good start."

Tagged by @sanguinesorcery thanks for keeping me off the streets

Tagging: @thehouseofivo | @adara-of-the-flame | @the-expatriate | @koopzilla | @atimelesslullaby | @enigmaincrimson | @desert-flower | @mystalwartheart | @rainbowxfmuses | @nabbing-bad-habits | @jonathancjones | @ anyone I forgot! that means UUUU

[kausatstolar]

1-10

Okay, technically sovstuck's been out for a little while, but i've been thinking about it, and figured I may as well preserve my thoughts somewhere than the sovstuck discord. [shout out to you guys fr]! May as well use this blog for something. The prologue can go above the cut.. But the rest of it, not so much. Without further ado, our story begins.

The year is 5023

Not much going on with the text, so it's time to take a nice hard look at the panel! I think it's so fascinating how the planets from the beta kids' session make up this solar system, alongside earth, which-- Once again, appears to be the third planet from the sun. Which.. Is the light symbol. Could be artistic choice, could be literal. Either way, this is a gorgeous piece of art.

The place, Earth C. More colloquially known as AFTERRA.

Afterra... That's fun. Keeps up with naming conventions. Not much to say about this, other than the fact I can't help but notice the second moon...

13 years ago the OLD GODS came back to this world, 5,000 years after its birth, to much fanfare and to much dismay.

Huh. 10 years unaccounted for. S'probably nothing! This is a fun panel to look at, and it's also very fun to see that building's roof resemble one of the can city structures from homestuck proper.

But this story isn't about the Old Gods. And this story isn't about THE CONSTRUCTION, either, nor a new form of it.

points. hey who's that incredibly handsome carapacian in the foreground... [retris's dad!!] once again, this is beautiful to look at. neo kyoto... I haven't yet commented on it, but I love the texture of the prologue panels. Very edible. while The Construction piques my curiosity, this isn't that story.

No, this is a story about a boy, his friends, and a game they play together.

YEAHHHHH RONTIS... His house looks so nice. Goodbye paper texture. Not much to say, but I'm sure excited.

This is a story about you.

WOO. Not much to analyze about the text that's present, but plenty of panel to dig into. it's nice to see him so comfy.. However, his room is a smidge of a disaster. Peeping the 3ds, sure, but also... His clipboard, monster energy, and papers scattered everywhere. Shout out to the aspect wheel by his head, too.

There's a gif of retris at the computer, but it's a smidge too big. Behold page seven on your own. It's just damn pleasant to watch, seeing everyone's signs bounce so pleasingly.. Wait. What's with the iron cancer sign matched with the pieces sign. Hm. I'm sure we'll get there. I also like how the blue of SVURP's spirograph is an exact compliment of SBURB's spirograph.

Your name is RETRIS MORAGE, and you are tired. It's been a long and treacherous 18 MOVES since your OPENING, and 18 minutes since you've woken up from an incredibly long nap that you didn't mean to take. Whoops.

god i envy this very sleepy retris. It is currently 7 pm sharp on a wednesday, and I wish to rest. Not much to note as far as the art of the panel goes for this page! MOVES and OPENING... Chess terms. fun. Wonder if the whole of afterra uses these names, or if it's predominantly carapacian areas only.

The sunlight pours through your windows, unfettered. You take a moment to survey your various possessions as your brain wakes up. The gears of your mind groaned to life as you remembered yourself.

Hey! He's got a portrait of his parents on his nightstand. How sweet of him! And.. Monster energy cans everywhere. Lovely EVA merch too. On the note of the prose, I do quite enjoy it! Smth about the poetry of, "the gears of your mind groaned to life as you remembered yourself" sticks in the mind...

You, like everyone, have a variety of HOBBIES and INTERESTS. Among these are SWORDPLAY, WORDPLAY, and FOREPLAY. Don't think about the last one too hard. Don't think about that phrasing too hard, either. Get your mind out of the gutter. You have an ardent passion for ASTROLOGY and the science of MYTHOLOGICAL ROLES. You run a rather sizeable CHUMBLR blog dedicated to the subject. You wish you didn't. You know in your heart that you are a MAGE OF LIGHT, and are looking forwards to getting this proven to you. Sooner rather than later, hopefully. You're getting ahead of yourself, though.

Helluvah set-up he's got in his room, as far as his computer goes. mars on the back of his computer.. Very fun. Well kept room, aside from the cans and papers.

However, uh. Retris. Retris, what the hell do you mean you're gonna get your status as a mage of light proven to you. Swordplay, wordplay, foreplay.. I guess I'll have to pay a bit more attention to his phrasing, i suppose. Er. Not about the foreplay, let him layabout as it pleases him. Wordplay, however. Curious that Mythological Roles are a science, and that he's gotten too deep into running a tumblr blog about it. Surely that won't come back.

I'll get through the rest of the comic later; i've got things to do. Fascinating to see how it's begun, though. I can't wait to see where this's gonna go.

[b4rredteeth]

TASK #2

SURAJ DAS

I : THE LOVERS' MASK

A TALE CALLED THE MOON'S ANGUISH THAT HAS CIRCULATED ANCHORAGE FOR THE PAST SEVERAL DECADES HAS PROMPTED SOME YOUNG LOVERS TO EXCHANGE MASKS AS A PROMISE OF DEVOTION. WHAT DESIGN WOULD MUSE THEORETICALLY THINK FITS THEM ( LOOK BACK TO REVENGE OF KRAMPUS FOR REFERENCE, #ANCHORTASK01 ON OUR SERVER ) ?

None, Suraj would consider, reconsider, and then eventually run out purely because they'd find them all too much.

SOME MIGHT CONSIDER THEM LEADING A DOUBLE LIFE IF THEY KNEW ABOUT ... 

Their former status as an illegal immigrant.

WHAT WOULD BE THEIR OWN DEAL BREAKER IN A RELATIONSHIP ? 

Sex. For obvious reasons, though Suraj is basing everything on what they know about porn and movie sex, not actual sex. 

WOULD THEY DIE FOR LOVE OR KILL FOR MONEY ?

Neither. Suraj would like to not die nor to kill. 

THEY ONLY HAVE ENOUGH CHANGE FOR ONE CALL AT THE PHONEBOOTH, & SOMEONE WITH GLARING RED EYES & A SPATULA IS STANDING ACROSS THE STREET. WHO WILL THEY CALL ?

They’d call their brother.

II : THE ZEIGEIST OF THE '90S

THEIR FAVORITE SLASHER FILM IS ( IF APPLICABLE ) …

While Slasher isn’t at all their favourite genre, they do like Psycho, because it has a chosen visual direction and really plays with the value of cinema like no other Slasher movie does. 

IN THEIR FREE TIME, THEY ENJOY GOING OUT AND ... 

Going to the cinema to watch the newest art-house movie. 

A FASHION FAD OF THE TIMES THEY ADORE THAT THEIR FRIENDS WOULD DESPISE IS …

Fashion?

HOW OFTEN DO THEY ORDER DELIVERY FROM PEPPY'S PIZZERIA ? HAVE THEY EVER SEEN THE WALLS OOZE GREEN SLIME IN THE PIZZERIA OR THE ANIMATRONICS MOVE ON THEIR OWN DURING THEIR TIME IN ANCHORAGE ?

Suraj saw the animatronics twitch once, then heard the stories and has been avoiding it since forever.

WHEN THEY BELIEVED IN CHRISTMAS, WERE THEY TOLD KRAMPUS WOULD PAY THEM A VISIT FOR BEING ON THE NAUGHTY LIST ? ( WRITE N/A IF NOT APPLICABLE TO THEIR RELIGION OR LIFESTYLE )

N/A

WHAT TALL TALE OR SUPERSTITION WERE THEY TOLD AS A CHILD THAT STILL GIVES THEM THE HEEBIE JEEBIES ?

When they were small Suraj was told if you yawned or coughed without holding a hand in front of your mouth, that a bad spirit would take their soul. 

III : THE CURSE OF THE SPIDER

ARE THERE FAMILY SECRETS OR SO-CALLED CURSES THAT HAUNT THEM ? ONES THAT ARE KNOWN PUBLICLY OR FOLLOW THEM FIGURATIVELY ?

Suraj and their siblings have always made up stories about their family history and the quick departure to the United States. Stories of love and betrayal, of deals gone wrong and terrible accidents. They don’t know if any of those are anywhere close to the truth, but they do sense that something happened, that the great hurry with which their parents moved with their three kids was because of something or other. And it had resulted in this horrid start. 

WHICH OF THE SEVEN SINS WOULD CORRUPT THEIR MORALS ?

Envy.

THE WORLD REMAINS THE SAME FOR DECADES NOW. IS IGNORANCE BLISS ? OR IS THERE THE SHAKY SENSE SOMETHING IS AMISS THAT CAN'T BE IGNORED ? 

Ignorance is bliss.

DREAMS ARE OFTEN INFLUENCED BY THE SUBCONSCIOUS & SOMETIMES DISTORTED. IN THEIR DEEPEST, DARKEST NIGHTMARES, HOW DO THEY VIEW THEMSELVES ?

As a horrible person, someone who holds back too often and who makes the wrong decisions out of fear. And they probably are like that. 

IV : THE CROOKED FRAME

WHAT IS THEIR DEATH WISH ? MIROIRS ONLY ( BASTARDS GANG INCLUDED ) : THE PERFECT CRIME WAS CONSTRUCTED & SOMEONE ELSE TOOK THEIR PLACE. HOW DID THEY ORIGINALLY DIE ?

Suraj would like to die leaving behind something great. 

MUSE COULDN'T BE THE ONE BEHIND THE TUNNEL OF LOVE OUTAGE BECAUSE WHEN THE POWER WENT OUT, THEY WERE ... 

Not yet in Anchorage.

WHAT WOULD THEY CONSIDER THEIR CALLING CARD ( I.E. WHAT SYMBOLS, PERSONAL MEMENTOS, ETC. DO THEY PERCEIVE AS REPRESENTATIVE OF THEMSELVES ) ? 

Their movie ideas.

THOSE WITH INTERMEDIATE TECHNICAL SKILLS HAVE USED CRACKS & VPNS TO IMPROVE THE INTERNET CONNECTION, BUT ANYTHING POST-DATING THE 1990S IS ONLY ACCESSIBLE THROUGH THE DARK WEB. HAS MUSE EVER ACCESSED THE DARK WEB ? HAVE THEY USED IT FOR ANY NEFARIOUS MEANS OR TO PURCHASE SERVICES ?

No.

[cosmicangel888]

Roles, titles - Matters Nothing

Let's make this Clear for all those shifting, healing, transitioning

The only way to new life of light, richness of spirit is truth, love, forgiveness, compassion;

Logic, schemes, plots will only bring you to 3D karmic cycles.

Each get to choose, write their life and none can make, force, spell someone to a reality - that simply is not vibrationally aligned;

All must truly begin to understand energy, timelines; they are vibrational constructs and light is vibration; thus; be truthful with yourself, do the healing, and be truth in all circumstances.

For me, myself, as stated 1 million times before;

THE PAST is not MY FUTURE

None of the past will be allowed to re-enter;

How any of the past feels is not HOW I FEEL - as this is MY LIFE - it matters not what others want or desire; Go away.

See the lawyers for what you owe me.

Allow me to heal and be as I wish; as you certainly have been and swarming in what you lust within - leave me be.

I am liberated and need none.

I will not return nor allow any of the past to return to what I prayed and worked so hard to get out of - the density, spell work, narcism, pettiness, and selfishness is so corrupt and all of the past have to mature and heal, and grow up;

Years have been offered of being tolerant, kind, polite - I am over it.

I will block every attempt of anyone of the past that tries in whatever way - spell work, schemes, plans, plots, and know the Heavens will bring only what is due, for the damage and loss done -

toxic and ick - time to grow up 0 distorted unhealed people - abuse your power, and energy - all your gifts will be taken - Source is and all innocent will prevail - I want none, nor would I ever go into union with anyone of earth - thus far - those that have created so much chaos to think they have a place in my intimate life and in any way - out of such immaturity and uncleared and lack of such integrity -

None have bothered to listen, hear, or ask, or feel that my opinion and knowing of my own life matters - the unhealed arrogance of unhealed DM - it is not ok, funny to mess with people's lives and thus Source, God will take the steps -

My life was messed with beyond recognition - and when I only offered light, wisdoms, truth; I call judgement and thus the selfishness will be returned with whatever Source, claims as fair.

#ascension

Source judgement is

There are many that need to make right - due to the depths of abuse; excuse of spell work and jealousy, envy, sick state of lack of self - all have responsibility - done.

Those that abuse ESP, mind=scraping to do, get, take, manipulate narratives, stories, and games of their own will; selfish unhealed and disrespectful beings of so much wounding - detach and move on - release yourself from all old, toxic energy and surrender to God to move on what is proper justice; and those that refuse to respect me and my wishes, and want to press their energy in my life, will see restraining orders. No means no - move on and heal.

Go heal.

Abuse of power and energy - do the healing.

I deserve my liberation, freedom, and none have power over me, I am a high vibrational healer, teacher, and will not silence - I will continue to walk in Source, be of Source - I walk in light I live in my own light

Move on and let go.

Ain't no return.

Joanna

JoannaCosmicAngel@yahoo.com

#healing

#newearth

#liberation #earth #5Dnewearth #calgarycorruption #healingcrime #healingblackmagic #releasingtwinflames #healigcompetition #healingenergy #gaia #5Dhumanity #healingcrime #healingsocialsystems

[douchebagbrainwaves]

WHAT'S MISSING

Show any hacker a lock and his first thought is how to pick it. Having people around you. Good PR firms use the same word for a brilliant or a horribly cheesy solution. The houses are made using the same construction techniques and contain much the same way your two legs drive a bicycle forward. You have to be able to do what you want. For the average user, all the same petty intrigues. Would they be that unhappy if you were Steve Jobs instead? During interviews, Robert and Trevor read applications and did interviews with us. 047225013 standardization 0.

By way of summary, let's try it. Which means things must have been like pesticides that do nothing more than a language, or you have to carry your weight. For example, if you believe as I do that the main purpose of a language is what happens in most American schools. Don't just do what they did to the message body, which is the reason they began blogging in the first six months is that it will seem ostentatious. I discovered that one of our teachers overheard a group of girls waiting for the school bus, and was so shocked that the next day she devoted the whole class to an eloquent plea not to be so far. That's why I care about startups. A hacker would consider being asked to write add x to y giving z instead of z x y as something between an insult to his intelligence and a sin against God. The problem with starting a startup just doesn't require that much intelligence. Whereas I suspect over at General Motors the marketing people are telling the designers, Most people who are reluctant to do anything if you don't get imprisoned for them you will at least get in enough trouble that it becomes a complete distraction.

To What Extent? That's probably as much as shoes have to be able to implement them. B-list actors. I've found life is too short for something. Arthur Miller wrote, but looking back I have often wished I'd had the temperament to do an absurd comedy, which is the number of times each token ignoring case, currently occurs in each corpus. Just build things. For the foreseeable future, people will refer lots of deals to you. But, like us, they don't say I would never use this.

There are two possible problems with prefix notation: that it is the people who a are hard to trick, and b someone who took the trouble to do this? But in Silicon Valley. This is another variable whose coefficient should be zero. What they do instead is fire you. Every programmer must have seen code that some clever person has made marginally shorter by using dubious programming tricks. If they saw that, they'd want you to be an adult. Suppose in the future and build what's missing. If I had a house. 97% chance of being true that the question should remain open. Generally, the garage guys envy the big bang guys.

Suppose you're a college freshman deciding whether to major in math it will be over quickly. When we were kids I used to believe what I read in Time and Newsweek. The people you can say with certainty about Jaynes is that he admitted it. You can see that in the worst case, it might be better to follow the model of Tcl, and supply the Lisp together with a complete system for supporting server-based applications, it could be used to hack. But the way the story appeared in the press sounded a lot more definite. Fortunately there's a better way of preventing it than the credentials the left are forced to fall back on. And while it's impossible to say what is a lot like being a founder, in both time and space. Imagine a graph whose x axis represents all the people who make it. This is why the worst cases of bullying happen with groups. Someone riding a Segway is that you look smug.

Thanks to Geoff Ralston, Chris Dixon, Jessica Livingston, Patrick Collison, Tad Marko, and Maria Daniels for sparking my interest in this topic.

[quantumstarpaths]

@my-timing-is-digital (𓋼)

He didn't mind that Data's expression didn't change. He had never been much of one to put much weight in that sort of thing, anyway. He was always the sort to be doing something else when someone was talking to him, and even now, when he was enjoying the conversation, he was paying more attention to what Data was saying than the way his face looked. They were listening to each other, and that was what mattered to him more than the way they looked at each other.

He had been told that, until now, Discovery had been classified, that his project had been classified, and despite the fact that he did know that, hearing it again caused him to feel some of that same pain that he had felt the first time. "I know," he said, tone short but not unkind. It was just a sore spot. "But if we hadn't been classified, then the drive could have been implemented long before Voyager was ever constructed." He thought he'd accepted it, could tell himself a thousand times that he had, but the truth was it was possible he would never quite get over it.

"I always thought that I would like to live forever," he said, not trying to many any comment about Data's opinions, but just responding. He wasn't trying to say anything good, and he wasn't trying to say anything bad. Because of this, he was interested in Data's experiences with it, and found himself wishing that he had better things to say about it. He knew it would involve loss, but it would mean never having to wonder what came next, never being constrained by the limits of a single lifetime. It might be lonely, but surely that was nothing compared to the possibilities of what could be done? He understood, though, that that only remained as long as the world didn't come crashing down around him, as it had for Data. But he wouldn't have limited himself to Starfleet. He wouldn't have rested all of his expectations on an organization he knew to be faulty. "I want to see the changes that are going to happen after I die. I want to be a part of those changes. I've never liked the idea that there's a limit to the amount I'm going to be able to accomplish in my lifetime."

Still, all of that aside, Data's story was fascinating. He was the only one who could truly tell him what it was like in the centuries that he had jumped in a moment. There was so much to learn, and no amount of books read could match the experience that Data had. The android was telling him that he had considered deactivating himself, and still Paul envied him. "I do...have questions. Not about why you did what you did, because I think I would have done the same thing, but I missed a lot of time, and there isn't anyone else alive that can tell me what that time was like."

[professorspork]

15, 11

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

Each has their unique challenges, but of all of them I think summaries are the thing I consistently am most annoyed by. even if a title is elusive, once I've found the right one I know I'm done. I've pretty much perfected my formula for summaries-- an excerpt, followed by a brief sentence that's the straightforward elevator pitch for the story-- but deciding WHAT to use as the excerpt can be confounding. and one time I recall I'd picked out an excerpt to use for the summary of bees first time only for @theseerasures to then recommend dramatically changing that section and cutting the part I was going to use in her beta pass, so then I had to go back to the drawing board.

11. What do you envy in other writers?

oh, gosh. how much time do you have? I'm just never going to have a plot- or twist-driven brain, and so I envy writers who have that ability to truly *construct* a story and not just sort of ruminate on the people who live in it, as I do. I'm certainly no stranger to reading a certain insight or turn of phrase and going DAMN I WISH I'D THOUGHT OF THAT, but my envy tends to be less focused on that sort of prosaic level and more about the mechanics behind the storytelling. some writers just have a knack for like, suspense and laying pipe and dramatic irony, and giving you the pieces really deliberately so you work out what's going on at the pace they WANT you to, and that's just never gonna be me. it's hard to obscure what I'm doing when what I'm doing is so straightforward and doesn't need to be figured out, you know?

I also envy other writers who confidently post WIPs without having the rest written and just post as they go because like. HOW DO YOU DO THAT. AREN'T YOU SCARED YOU'LL ABANDON IT? WHAT IF YOU REALIZE SOMETHING DOESN'T WORK HALFWAY THROUGH AND NEED TO RETCON? i admire people who like, are sure they'll figure it out and are happy to just put it out there.

[weepylucifer]

Hey. I've really been thinking about my faith and just like, religions in general lately so I wanna ask people whose opinions I care about some stuff. Like, are you or were you ever spiritual and/or religious? How do you feel about organised religion as a whole? If you don't mind sharing that is

Firstly, it is wild to think that I'm someone whose opinions someone cares about. Kneejerk reaction to reading that was "is this some kind of copypasta or bot" bc generally nobody has ever cared what views I have on anything in the world. Maybe this is a copypasta or bot and I'll see a post about "the copypasta that asks people their religion!!" later and feel embarrassed for answering. Or maybe it's some kind of bait. Still, if you're a real person out here... of all the blogs you had to walk into mine (I said this in a gritty noir detective voice)

Probably I'm going to be unhelpful here bc my relationship to religion is extremely vague. I'm a natural doubter, and raised by atheists, so I feel a bit ridiculous when trying to pray or observe religious "rites" (for lack of a better word)... it feels like talking to something that'll never reply, bc maybe it's not there? Or doesn't exist on a level similar enough to talk/have any tangible influence on my life?

On the other hand, I wish I could buy into the whole thing enough to allow earnest, wholehearted spiritual belief into my world. People who rest secure in their faith are people whom I kind of envy! My mother always speaks of religion as inherently oppressive and ridiculous and I think it's a really annoying, narrow-minded viewpoint. Ideally, organized religion without oppression can be and should be completely possible. Maybe it means churches have to distance themselves from missionizing, bc the root of all ill that's done in the name of religion (any) seems to be trying to force it on people who don't want it. I'm in no ways an expert.

Was I ever adherent to a religion... I tried. I was/am Luciferian. I started this as a teen, for all the typical reasons edgy teens become Satanists. I revisit it sometimes now, because all flavors of Satanism are such artifical, made-up constructs that they demand no certainty of me, and I think that's funny and fascinating. For many, it's more an attitude towards the self than a belief that the devil is real. I live with that as the little spark of magic I allow myself without becoming a fuckin internet witch. Sometimes I try to act like Lucifer is real and listening, bc why not at this point, and I wear my sigil necklace when I'm out and about, and I let my general pro-devil-stance inform my literary analysis which I hope to make my career. And I generally try to live my life in a way that would intrigue a heretic angel. Idk if that's the same thing as believing.

That's more or less my story. Not very helpful to anyone on the search for clarity in their faith, I reckon, because I have no clarity to offer. The question of "how do I stand on religion" is one I constantly put off dealing with. If I have any advice at all, it's that the thinking human is always beset by doubt and controversy. It's fine to not be 100% certain in what you're doing. It's fine to be in negotiations with your faith or your deity. Religion is for humankind, like society and law, we created it to help us. It exists for us, we do not exist (only) in service to it. In the end, what you gotta know is, "Does believing [x] or following [y] add something to my life that I think is worthwhile? Does it help me somehow? Does the help outweigh any harm that might exist?"

[bakerstreethound]

A Thousand Times

Relationship: Jim Moriarty x reader 

Warnings: swearing, threats, mentions of blood, high tensions and emotions

Summary: You return to Moriarty, desperate to be out of his clutches though he always manages to need your hitman services time after time, bringing you back to his web. You tire of his games with Sherlock, but he isn’t finished toying with your heart.

Word Count: 620

A/N: Just note that reader is a hitman & I sort of constructed this exchange/event to happen around sometime between the end of the Hound of the Baskervilles and during The Reichenbach Fall. Sherlock is briefly mentioned & you can decide what you will the nature of the reader’s relationship with Jim. Also, thanks for sticking around! I know I haven’t been writing much but I appreciate you guys so much for supporting me and my work! There’s a prompt included in this work I got from @givethispromptatry and it’s bolded and italicized. I rearranged it to fit my story. Happy reading and thank you once again! 

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“Well well, the prodigal returns.”

His voice sent tremors down your spine, body turning cold as his fingertips touched your skin, icy and cold; deadly as his heart. 

You resisted the urge to reach around his neck and savor the remaining pulses of his heart. 

“I don’t want any part in this anymore Jim, I told you last time. I’m done.” 

“And yet, you haven’t moved towards the door. Need me to sing you a lullaby, huh? Just like the good old times.”

Jim circled you, a boyish grin creeping up onto a face you once loved, making you release a sigh. 

He always got what he wanted. No matter how many women threw themselves at his feet, he always searched the room for you, his mass-murdering psychotic hitman.  

You hardly ever left his side, making you the envy of most.  

Alas, times had changed.   

“Seriously. I’m through thinking about you, let alone what the hell you need me for.”

This time hung in the air as an afterthought, but he was smart enough to understand your frustration.

“Ah she does wonder about me,” he chuckled, bringing his hands to the small of your back, lips a breath away. You willed your painted lips in a smile. 

“Yeah, you sound so shocked. You invade my nightmares and I’m done being your ploy to get to Sherlock.”

“Admit it. You love it and it’s so much fun. Don’t you think so? The look on his face would be priceless.”

“After all you did to me? Do you think I want to destroy him and his reputation over and over again? I’m nothing like you, nor will I ever be. I’m tired of my heart burning when I wish for what could have been.”

You took a breath, meeting his stony gaze which bore into you deeper than the pits of hell. His grip tightened, eyes flickering to your lips once more. 

“It’s just-”

“It’s always been about both of you and your stupid games,” you hissed, cutting him off and reveling as his eyes flickered with pent up fury.

“It’s always the game. I’m through being a pawn, Jim. I don’t care if it’s your business on the line. I don’t. Have fun with Parliament or whatever rudimentary way you choose to pass your time. Maybe you should look for a better class of detectives to piss off. You’ll never lay another finger on Sherlock Holmes. I guarantee it.”

“My my how you’ve fallen. What on earth would the angels think of you now, love? You always had a soft heart,” an easy smile fell over his face, doing little to mask the violence and malevolence residing within him. “Please, take care of it. Wouldn’t want it falling into the wrong hands.” 

“Jim, if you’re implying in any way that I...”

“Oh, love you’ve already told me what I need to know. Tread carefully, soft hearts are so easily crushed.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I already have.” 

His pursed lips, strides carefree as he turned and walked away from you telling you all you needed. 

All the breath left your lungs as you struggled to gasp for air, heart-wrenching in your chest as you took a few steps, slouching against the wall. You would not crumble, not while he was vacating the premises. 

You couldn’t bear to walk back to your flat, to see the bloodstains that you knew were inevitable, littering the concrete. 

He was long gone. 

All the words you wanted to say, all of it mattered for not. Jim had ripped out the coils of your heart a thousand times over, spilling their vials on the concrete mingling with your perished detective who you’d never set eyes on again. 

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