#i guess i just wanted to be able to trick myself into believing that there was somebody out there who could love me

[red-velvet-0w0]

oh jesus christ is the way im acting right now because of my ex? god fucking damn it I hate how much shes just destroyed me and my emotions and I cant even confront her about how she affected me

[be-good-to-bugs]

i will be in hell world forever and that is ok i guess

[ratioaven]

spoilers for 2.1 !!!!!!!

aventurine rant, please keep in my mind that these are my own thoughts and interpretations. im extremely sleep deprived lol so im sorry if i got anything wrong

something thats been on my mind since yesterday are these lines.

from the start to me, it was very clear aventurine had self esteem/worth issues because of how he treats his own life, but the line that says “the other hand is below the table, clutching your chips for dear life” stuck out to me.

i always assumed aventurine was so incredibly confident in his luck but in reality he is afraid. he’s terrified that he’ll lose. it’s an act. he convinces himself, he fools himself, he forces himself to act like he’s confident he’ll win, when in reality even if he does win, he’s still clutching his chips under the table for dear life because of how terrified he is of losing.

that really messed with me to be honest. i feel tricked and what’s ironic is that he tricks his opponents into thinking he’s confident, and he also tricked ME the player but really, this made my heart break in two because i had absolutely no clue up until now.

so why does he act this way

all throughout his life, aventurine has had his pride stripped away. just try to imagine being in his shoes. i myself do not think i could deal with the situations he was put in. i cannot stress this enough, aventurine has a mark on his neck that screams to him that he has once belonged to someone. he has had his pride stripped away from him countless times. but it’s ironic because aventurine is introduced as a very prideful and flashy man. you start to realize the front aventurine puts on is his own way of protecting himself. it’s how he’s able to live basically. i wanna go into more detail but i will later.

as it was said before, aventurine is an uptight person who worries. he is extremely afraid of losing and he has a massive inferiority complex. aventurine may seem like a go lucky person on the outside, but in actuality he is not. he is not happy. he has no self worth, he believes he has nothing to live for, and he has no problem with throwing his life away. aventurine believes the only good thing he brings to the table is his luck.

but this brings me to my next point.

aventurine may not realize it, but he is so much more than his luck. he has so many good qualities and he doesn’t seem to realize it. even if some of it may be an act, he’s still able to pull it off. he’s still an intelligent business man who is both charming and cunning EVEN if it may be an act, those are still amazing qualities to have in his line of work.

but more importantly, aventurine chose to live. despite witnessing his family die, being a slave, and tortured, he chose to live. he chooses to. i cannot stress this enough. this man has gone through hell and back. he truly has had an incredibly difficult life to the point where my heart hurts so so badly for him. he made the decision to stay alive.

that says more than enough about his character.

and last but not least, aventurine wants one thing, and that is to be with his family. he’s witnessed horrible things in his life that no one should ever go through. he lost everyone close to him, he lost his people. he has nothing to live for and he values his life so little to the point where he has no problem with dying. the only real thing that he wants is just to see his family.

and he will one day, but in the meantime, i genuinely hope this man can find a reason to live, and ratio already gave him one just by that note. i just truly wish aventurine happiness while he lives the rest of his life.

i guess this is a topic that really hits me hard because i know all too well that choosing to live life isn’t easy sometimes and i just love aventurine.

let’s all appreciate how truly amazing his character is.

[tylerssblurry]

“im gay” “im straight” whatever;

I am trapped.

Stuck in a cycle I have never been able to break.

I want to believe this is the last time, but I don't know for sure.

I'll start with what I do know. I am a citizen of an old city.

Well, they say it's old, but there's just no proof.

I can feel my friends rolling their eyes.

I'll keep it simple. I am a citizen of Dema, a circular cement city in the lower portion of an otherwise wild and green continent, Trench.

We aren't allowed to go out there.

Most haven't even seen it. But I have.

I am an escapee.

Getting better at it with every attempt. But they always find me. Well, he does. Nico.

Or, Blurryface is what he calls himself. He's the leader of the nine Bishops who govern the city.

Their authority comes from two things: a miraculous power and a hijacked religion.

One feeds the other. A cycle.

It's called Vialism. And all you really need to know is that it teaches that self-destruction is the only way to paradise. It also conveniently allows you to become an available vessel for the Bishops to use.

And that's where the miracle comes in. We call it seizing. The rules are that you can only seize, or control, a dead body and only for a short while.

Also, they, the Bishops, are the only ones who can do it.

I am a citizen. I am an escapee. And I am an exception to the rule.

Okay, this is what happened recently.

I tricked Nico into taking me outside the walls. I created a fiery diversion. I escaped. I wandered, grew weak, and was tracked down.

But this drag path was different. I saw them. They watched me. The Banditos.

Legends, only stories of a group that lived out here. Shortly after being back inside the walls my new people got me out.

They needed me for something. They brought me in, taught me their colors.

But the cycle was too strong. I was recaptured. Back inside. I guess word got around, I became known in Dema.

The Bishops did not like this, but decided to use it to their advantage.

They made me entertain the people. Lie to them. They made me perform for them. Then Nico was betrayed. And I escaped. Again.

This time I found myself at a new place, washed up on an island. And there, I was given a gift, thought to be extinct.

I now had the same exact, miraculous power they wielded from their towers.

I am a citizen. I am an escapee. I am an exception. I am returning to Trench.

[threepandas]

After The War: Foxx Hunting (Prev <-)

"Commander."

On anyone else, the tone would suggest simple statement. But there was a lilt. A slight inflection, I had long learned to spot, at the end of the word. That made it a greeting. A call. Monotone filled with subtle, near untraceable mocking.

"Tired of running yet, Commander? Or do you want to struggle more? You can, if you want. I can let you. We have time. After all, it really won't change much. There's no where you can go."

Head tilted ever so slightly, at an almost an invisible angle. Posture, military perfect, impossibly so. That perfection bought with pain, torture, born out of brutal necessity. His lips quirked, in an amused curl. At just that same, impossibly slight amount. Too small and indistinct for his tormentors to notice. To take from him.

Just enough to stay human, I had thought. Too stay sane, I had hoped.

I was wrong.

My biggest mistake hunted me. Had all the power in the GALAXY now, to hunt me. All the time he could ever dream, in which to do so. And it was all my fault. Me. It had to be. I... I was the only thing that changed. Tried to make things... things BETTER!

How arrogant. Hubristic. Who the fuck was I? To think I had the RIGHT, to shape and change the fate of an entire GALAXY to my whims? I didn't even know the story. Had been GUESSING, based off STAR WARS. So... so fucking confident. A-and what did that get me? Oh god. O-Oh god!

The blaster burns on my arms and legs screamed, as I forced myself up, one more time. Always, please god, always! J-just one more time! Don't give out on me yet. Not.. not until we are safe. Then. Then! We can cry. Howl and weep, break down and scream.

(My fault. My Fault. MY FAUL-)

None of the characters were an exact match. People were and weren't where they should be. Plots happened out of sequence or not at all. So why? WHY? Did I believe so hard in the Clones? IS it because I loved, still LOVE, the Vode? Did that trust transfer? That emotional connection? Was I tricked? Or was I just a fool? Does it MATTER in the end? If the result is the same?

I brought a monster, straight to Power.

Now they're dead. All my brothers, my sisters, my mentors and friends. Dead, dead, DEAD! Glowing weapons on the ground and a temple filled with DEATH. D-Did the nurseries get out? Please, oh god, let the children have survived my mistake.

Blood stains my robes. Only a tiny fraction of it, is mine.

Sticky and slick, oily and so many colors. The blood does not mix. Too many species, too much ash from the air. If I do not clean or remove it soon? I am likely to get chemical burns, from the reactions developing on the cloth. But again and again. My mistake finds me. A pursuit predator. Intent on wearing me down.

"How long will you try, Commander? You know just as well as I do, that I can afford to wait you out. You'll drop eventually." His tone was so mild, even as his words were horrifying. Overhead, a transport kept steady pace, as I desperately ran from commandos on the streets. "How many days has it been without proper rest? Rations? To stop and think? We've survived far worse then this, Commander. For far longer. We can endure, can you?"

I pull my magic around me, through my screaming legs, to fling myself across a jump they shouldn't be able to make.

Despair surges, as behind me... I hear jetpacks. Ah. They've gotten better gear, at long last. E-Everything I've ever wished for them. Gear and food and safety, at long last! A-At long last. I have to laugh, hysterical and afraid. I just... I just never thought my wish? Would be fulfilled for the purpose of hunting me down.

(I'm so tired. Please, god. No more. Let it stop. Let this nightmare END!)

Jumping, I land in a roll on a level several floors down. The impact is ugly. Agony on my burns and bruises. I may have not taken any direct hits? But those glancing strikes? Still leave marks. Trails of seared, blistering, blaster burns. Like tiger strips. As though you hade been struck, by whip made of fire. Not to mention the concussion grenades.

Yeah, half way through the attack, the Clones had stumbled. Either broken free of the Not Sith's control or come to their senses, deciding to switch to non-lethal weapons. Probably trying to go for the capture instead of the kill. But given the sheer variety of the Knights? One Being's sedative was another's lethal toxin. And the gas attacks...

I... I'm still not even sure if... if Master Rim'Llahiy survived long enough, to get to the healers. The seizures were BAD. He... he didn't deserve that. All he'd ever done, was keep the gardens. Live a quite life. T...Try to defend his home.

Around me, as I run, screens light up. Somehow, I'm the focal point. I... I don't know how he's doing this. It has to be Sketch or Gear, one of the Slicers. Who else could hack into so many systems so easily? The... the knowledge that they're helping him? That everyone of the Guard is HELPING him hunt me? I feel sick.

Was any of it real? Was I friends with ANY of them? Or... Or was I just them happy little slave master, patting myself on the back, because I didn't beat them, unlike the others? Aren't I gracious. Don't you just love me? Say thank you for my grace. Let me feel good about my self! My pretty little charity of the day! Before I skip back off to fairy land! Leaving you all in hell.

Do I deserve this? I... I have to deserve this... right?

Even though I tried. Even though I fought and fought and FOUGHT. Even when that Not A Sith BASTARD tried to kill me at every turn, just to shut me the fuck up, and I WOULDN'T. Because they deserved to be free. Because it was WRONG. Because we took VOWS, remember? Days and days, convincing and campaigning.

I have to... to somehow, deserve this. Because? B-because if I DON'T?

Then What Have I DONE?

City levels and blocks blur together. I couldn't tell you where on this god forsaken ecumenopolis I am anymore. But the others! The others have gotten off planet by now. Surely... surely! They have escaped! Right? They HAVE too. I-It HAS to have been worth it. Becoming bait. M-making myself a target. This... this one last time?

It.. it was WORTH it. Right? Right?!

Please! Please god! Let it have been WORTH IT!!

I skid around a corner. Too tight, not judging it right in my panic, my shoulder clipping the wall hard. Scraping flesh through my robes. Just more bruises and hurt to add to the pile. I don't slow. Can't slow. Feel it but push the pain away. The crash later will be ugly, when I release the magics flowing through me. When the adrenaline fades. But... but either I will live to endure it? Or it will not matter at all.

Too late, though, I see the trap.

I have been corralled. Like a a sheep from my first life, harried by dogs into a pen. Tricked into a corner. No where left to go. The platform I thought was a street? Was an alley between two buildings, leading to a third. A perfect little killbox with only one way out. I stumble, horrified, as I register the truth too late. Spin, already knowing it's too late to double back. But hoping... HOPING....!

Jetpacks. The commando squadron of the guards, touching down at the entrance, a solid line of armor and skill. Better weapons, jet packs, upgraded armor. They... they even seem rested. For the first time in years.

A stark reversal. Now it is I, who is barely holding on. Now I am the one, who has been ground to dust, by the exhaustion of fighting without end. Of running and running. No real food and no real rest. No medicine. No help coming. I want to laugh, scream, weep. So it's to be poetic justice, is it?

But I can not give in.

Forgive me. But I can not, WILL NOT give in. Body exhausted, I draw my blade. The plasma humming as the magics charge. The alleyway fills with light. I took Vows. Owe my soul to the Galaxy and it's people. Regardless of Regime, I have service I must complete. And to do that? I have to be alive.

(I don't care, that they took over. Let them have it. But how could you? How COULD YOU?! The Temple was my home. I am a hypocrite. Here, at the end, I must face that. And now I know it to be true.)

The ship over head dips lower, kicking up a hurricane of wind. My robes whip around me, but I do not move from my opening stance. Ready, not ready, but resigned to it none the less. The Commandos are a silent wall as, from above, a rip cord descends. Clipped to it? Marshall Commander... no, Supreme Commander Foxx.

The Clones newly elected Emperor.

A man I THOUGHT was my friend.

He looked nothing like Commander Fox of the Vode. Hair too long and curling. Face deceptively young looking and boyish. Non regulation piercing hidden under the helmet all Guards wore, day in and day out. They hadn't been able to customize their armor like the others. So they customized themselves.

He wasn't in armor, now. It was somehow worse. The dress uniform an affront, a reminder, like a curse of broken glass. I... I hadn't even known he owned such a thing. It made sense, given his old position. Yet, somehow... somehow? I doubted this was the uniform he had been given. It looked... looked Regal.

"Are we done, now? Got it out of your system? Or should one of us put you on the ground first? Grind your face right against the filthy floor?"

His voice was mild as ever, as he calmly unclipped himself, let the cord retract. He tucked his hands behind his back. Strolled forward with measured steps, assessing eyes, like a general examining untested troops. Picking me apart for weakness, looking for openings in my stance. Injuries on my body. I had seen him do this before. Just... just never thought... it'd be used... a-against me. (How arrogant, I had been.)

"This can stop at any time, Commander. All you have to do? Is stop running. You don't have to worry anymore. I'm not going to hurt you. We're not going to hurt you. You've struggled long enough, don't you think? It's time to be done. To come home. Be taken care off. That's all we want to do, Darling. Commander."

"Surely you can see, that it's BETTER this way? No more war. No more Knights on sabotaged missions. Diplomats to war zones. Children where they shouldn't BE. The Order can be SAFE now. YOU can be safe now. Loved and precious as you always should have been. It's okay now, Commander. Come here. It's okay..."

Foxx's eyes blazed with conviction. They had been brown, like his brothers. They... oh god, they SHOULD have been brown. But as I stared into his face, at those unfamiliar eyes on what should be so familiar a form? Red stared back. The red, Red, RED, of the Fallen.

Foxx had been... had been Energy Sensitive. The Cloners had fucking LIED, when they said it wasn't possible. I had always suspected. Didn't dare bring attention to it. Didn't want my friend to be... to be KILLED. Experimented on. I should have trained him. Done more.

Desperate people will reach for anything, to stop themselves from drowning. And the Dark offers such tempting things. Vengeance and Power. Freedom, no matter the cost. It pays sweetly then corrupts slow. There is always a cost.

I can not risk it.

Shifting my weight to my front leg, in preparation to surge forward, I never get the chance. A two fold thwip! And sharp pinch in my upper arm. I got the first. But the second... a? Dart? No. NO! Panicked, I flood my body with the magics meant to purge drugs and... instantly the world spins. I have somehow just made it worse. W-what?

"Confiscated from slavers, 'bout five months back. It's a high end drug." The Commando with the dart gun said, as though commentingon the weather. "Fairly new, too. Made to react specifically to the Cosmic Energies. Our esteemed Chancellor, may he rot as he deserves, had them developed through several shell companies."

"Really wish you hadn't done that, Commander. Cause, see, the side effects? Are pretty nasty." Foxx commented. Various helmets nodded, the guards body language sympathetic but lacking any remorse. What ever it took to bring me in. To make me Safe.

"Now you're going to be sick for a while. But on the other hand? You are a stubborn one. So maybe this'll give you time to think, hmm? Time to enjoy the pampering a bit. You'll get used to it, learn to be good for me. I know you. You're a smart girl."

My legs couldn't hold me anymore. Despite struggling, I couldn't keep my blade at the ready. Helplessly, I watched as he watched forward. Used a single finger, on the hilt, to push my blade to the side. The lightest of tugs, stealing it from me entirely. At long last, the tears came. I... I was scared. Really, really scared. P-please... Foxx, please...

"Hunts over, Commander. It's time to stop running. You've lost."

"But, that? That's okay. You can lose now. Be weak. Wretched and pathetic and flawed. You don't have to be perfect any more, Commander. I've got you. You're Mine. Ours. Perfect, just the way you are. And today?"

"Today is the start of the rest of your new life, Commander."

"Welcome to the Empire."

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ace Trappola - Platinum Jacket Voice Lines

When Summoned: A museum that's been around for 100 years, huh. Guess I might as well have myself a good time, since I'm here.

Summon Line: Can't believe this museum decided to pick someone from our academy to be a supporter for their 100th Anniversary... They must've been feeling especially brave, huh?

Groooovy!!: You gotta live your life with cunning. Just like how the walrus did when he took advantage of the oysters' curiosity.

Home: Yaaay, it's the 100th Anniversary!

Home Idle 1: Ortho was saying that the pictures we can see on the internet and these real paintings feel completely different. I mean, yeah, I get it, feels like the real thing has more impact.

Home Idle 2: Jamil-senpai can cook and handle a basketball awesomely, too. I bet he's real good with his hands. What if he knows how to draw, too?

Home Idle 3: Bet it was real hard following all the Queen of Hearts' laws to the letter. If I were one of the card soldiers, I'd probably slack just enough to not get caught.

Home Idle - Login: I wonder if I'm even worth being a supporter to a museum like this. I got no interest in art appreciation whatsoever.

Home Idle - Groovy: Lilia-senpai did nothing but tease me, man. I'd love to get him back for it, but I have a feeling nothing I do would faze him.

Home Tap 1: I can really feel my own posture straighten up when I look at the painting of the Queen of Hearts. Heh, more like, it reminds me of my own demon Housewarden.

Home Tap 2: What does a guy have to do to learn how to draw such spirited paintings? I bet if I could figure out the trick, I'd be able to get good grades in art class.

Home Tap 3: Trey-senpai was saying that he doesn't really understand art, but I wonder if that's really true. I feel like he'd be good at it, what with all those cakes he makes.

Home Tap 4: Maaan this place is much bigger than I thought it'd be, and there's so much to look at. Wanna go take a break at the café?

Home Tap 5: My scarf is pinned with a rose corsage. Cool, huh? Eh, you want to borrow it? Hmm, should I let you～?

Home Tap - Groovy: Hey, hey... Woah, why're you that surprised? You must've been way too focused on the art to not notice someone calling out to you. But that shocked face you just made... Hahaha, that is the true masterpiece!

Duo: [ACE]: Lilia-senpai, let's finish this off with a bang! [LILIA]: Let's go all out, Ace.

Birthday Login Message: Oh, and here you are. You came to celebrate my birthday, right? That's totally obvious. I wonder what I should ask you to do for my birthday～ ...Ah, I feel like eating at a restaurant I've never gone to before. Don't worry, I won't pick a place that's way too expensive or anything. Let's just enjoy ourselves in a restaurant where we don't need to mind any rules or manners.

Requested by Anonymous.

[skeletinmoss]

Let's talk about Sanders Sides and why it should end.

Disclaimer: this is my opinion, I don't have any malicious intentions by voicing it, please don't harass me or people working on the show as the result of reading this rant. You can just stop reading if you don't like what I am saying.

Thank you for understanding.

I myself only joined the fandom 3 years ago. Along the years there has been a lot of content and I was captivated immediately. The characters are the main thing of this fandom and I would like to talk about them first.

They started to not be themselves. Maybe it's now that obvious when you watch one new episode every year, but for someone who just showed up and binged it it's quite noticeable.

There is a thing that happens to every character in every long term content (I'm sorry I can't remember how it's called). With time they become parodies of themselves. And as the time goes on they become more and more simple. That can change the character drastically. Someone who was street smart becomes a character that you can't believe is still alive with how stupid they are.

The same thing is starting to happen is Sanders Sides. It's basically a running gag that Logan lost all his whimsy and is gonna snap at any time. This is the example of simplification, what is left of him is only his core elements. Logic, no feeling, smarty pants, facts, jam. However it ties into the story quite well. No one listens to logic. It makes us invested in how this unnoticed before conflict would be resolved.

With Patton it's not the same. He used to be innocent. An adult who doesn't want to grow up. He was relatable. Maybe it's because Thomas is older now, but the innocence in Patton's character started to come of as ignorance. He used to come of as deeper than at first glance, smarter than you give him credit for. Now he just acts stupid. A guy who can set water on fire. A guy who doesn't even try to confront reality. He was supposed to get character development. Where is it?

Virgil started to be more cringe and boring. He's emo and his character trait is to act like an angsty teen. However now it's more of an adult pretending to be a teen. You can most see it in the Jam video where he tries to do skateboard tricks and we can see his boxers sticking out. Why would you do this? He used to be sassy, he used to be arrogant villain who can't get rid of. He got excepted, and despite the Halloween episode about the phases, and him saying " It's still my job to scare you" we don't ever see him do it. He hangs around I guess, but he lost all his bark and bite. All that's left of him is just moody.

Roman likely didn't change that much. His original chaotic nature masks any changes so far. Although I would say Roman lost quite a bit of his drama and sass. Being sick because the ego was bruised, starting a rap battle just to prove a point and show off, singing and " Making the song 10 times better" in his opinion, freaking out because a person he ships Thomas with has called him back. In flirting with social anxiety he does freak out because of the cute guy, which is very Roman, but it's a bit strange that the embodiment of pure creativity would not find words to finish a poem. ( I have my questions with him in the nostalgia episode like playing the instrument poorly even if he showed he can draw a Mona Lisa with crayons, or not allowing Thomas to demonstrate the dance, but I'm just gonna put that under " Possibly Janus pretending to be Roman")

And Remus and Janus wasn't here long enough to start to fall apart. Although I don't think Remus would actually be able to fall apart as a character because of his chaotic nature.

The second thing I want to discuss are sponsorships.

I am happy that Thomas gets the money and has the opportunity to get more. But did he had to put characters into the sponsorship?

The jam one was fun. It was a joke what turned true. A running gag. But it also gave the community something to interact with. Four new jam flavours, characters on the package, limited sets. You could try something your favorite character likes!

There were good sponsorships on Thomas's chanel before. Like Hello Fresh. He did the advertising as himself, not as characters. It wasn't so in your face. And that's how it should be. He wasn't begging for you to buy it. He was simply sharing a good thing he uses. It wasn't loud and obnoxious. Even if it wasn't as entertaining as the jam musical or character jam merch, you still felt like you could buy it. The food looked good!

It's not the same with VPN, now is it? I would not get any character interactions if I buy this thing. So why are the characters involved? Because I like them and it would be easier to sell me something if They tell me to buy it? Why are you so pushy for me to buy it?

We all are waiting for the season finale. Something grand. Something epic. Something to finish the story. But I don't think Thomas should start another season. He would probably be tempted to, because of the new character involved, but that might not be a good decision. I'm not saying he should stop with the Sides altogether. But I feel like short video format would suit the characters better from now on. No big plots, no storylines, just characters interacting with each other in different situations.

Finish it. Put a stop to the story. All good things need to end. Don't drag it out or you will ruin what we love so much about those characters. It would turn into 8 seasons of Winx instead of the planned 3.

Give them their happily ever after.

I hope I'm not coming of as rude, because I don't meat it in a rude way. I just have things that are bothering me that I want to talk about with someone and see if other people think the same

[chimachapterbooks]

In the Lair of Lavertus

“I can't sleep," said Cragger.

Laval rolled over on his sleep mat and peered at the Crocodile through half-closed eyes. "Do what you always do. Count swamp sheep."

"Tried that," said Cragger. "I also tried singing Crocodile lullabies to myself."

"Crocodiles have lullabies?" Laval asked.

"Sure," said Cragger. "They're mostly about what we're going to eat the next day."

"That sounds.. relaxing, I guess," said Laval. "So why can't you sleep?"

"I don't think I like this place," answered Cragger. "Or maybe I just don't trust our host."

Laval, Cragger, and their friends were on a quest to free the Legend Beasts and restore the flow of CHI from Mount Cavora. On their journey through the mysterious Outlands they had encountered Lavertus, a very odd Lion who lived in a fortress he called his "Lair." He had offered the team to stay there and use it as a base, as long as they didn't go wandering around after dark.

Cragger got to his feet. "I'm going to take a look around. I think this Lion is up to something."

"None of us should go wandering," Laval warned. “Lavertus told us it isn't safe, and that, at least, I believe…”

"I know, I know, Lions love following rules," Cragger said, heading for the door. "Well, Crocs make their own." Laval went after him. "And we all remember what happened because of that. Sometimes, I think you break rules just for the sake of breaking them. Fine—if you're going, l'm going with you."

"Why?" Cragger asked.

"To make sure you don't mess things up ... again," said Laval.

"Come on, we're on the same side now. You can trust me." Cragger flashed a toothy grin before turning away.

"I used to," muttered Laval, following after him.

——————

It was easy to see that Lavertus's home was designed to make sure any stranger would rapidly get lost inside.

Hallways looped around on themselves, doors led to solid walls, and staircases that went up somehow managed to leave you on a lower floor.

"Ive never seen anything like this," whispered Cragger.

"I wish I wasn't seeing it now," answered Laval. "What do you expect to find, anyway?"

"I don't know," said Cragger. "Nobody builds a house like this unless they have something to hide."

"Or they had the directions upside down," Laval said, shaking his head.

The two moved on. After another half hour of searching, they came upon a corridor lined with doorways on both sides. One by one, they opened the doors.

"Closet. Closet. Closet," said Laval.

"Staircase!" cried Cragger.

Laval rushed over to see what the Crocodile had found.

But when he got there, Cragger was standing at an open door looking into another closet.

"Where are the stairs?" asked Laval.

"They were here a second ago," said Cragger, shutting the door. "Then they weren't."

"Hmmm. Try opening the door again," said Laval.

Cragger opened the door a second time. When he did, the staircase was back. “That’s weird,” said the Crocodile. "Let's go see what's down there."

"Got any breadcrumbs?" asked Laval.

"Huh?" snapped Cragger.

"To leave a trail to find our way back," said Laval. "What happens if the stairs disappear again when were halfway down?"

"Good question," said Cragger. After a short pause, he added, "You go first."

"Right," said Laval. "Because turning my back on you is my favorite thing to do. ... Not."

The pair stumbled down the staircase side by side. At the bottom, they found an iron door. To their surprise, it was unlocked.

"He must not have thought anyone would find this spot," said Laval.

"Or maybe he wanted whoever did find it to be able to get in, because he knew they wouldn't get back out again," answered Cragger. "You go first."

"Wait a second!" said Laval, turning around to face the Crocodile. "This whole thing was your idea! Why do I have to keep going first?"

"Um, because you're such a fierce fighter and you can handle whatever comes at us?"

Laval glared at Cragger. "Yeah, I'm fierce," he said.

"You might want to remember that if you have any tricks planned. Anyway, I'll go first, because we're supposed to be friends... and that's what friends do."

The Lion pushed the door open, even as Cragger said, “Tricks? Me?"

"Yes, you. Just because we're on the same side again doesn't mean—"

Laval stopped short and his eyes grew wide. He and Cragger had stumbled upon the biggest workshop either had ever seen. It was packed with strange devices, big and small. Some were incredibly complicated and others were extremely simple. At a glance, the only things Laval recognized were Speedor wheels and other parts of a Speedor bike.

"Incredible," said Laval. "Eris would love this!"

"If Lavertus made all this, he must be some kind of inventor," said Cragger. "But he didn't tell us. Why keep that a secret?"

"I don't know," answered Laval. "But look at this stuff. Some of it looks like weapons. It could be dangerous. We'd better tell the others."

Just as Laval was speaking, the floor shifted underneath them. The Lion and Croc were knocked off their feet.

"Whoa!" said Laval. "What was that?"

"Laval, look!" cried Cragger, pointing at the iron door.

"The stairs are gone!"

Cragger was right. The doorway leading to the stairs now led to a solid wall.

"We're trapped!" Laval realized.

"No, we're not," Cragger said, racing into the heart of the workshop. "There has to be something in here that can get us out."

"Cragger, don't!" Laval cried.

But it was too late. Cragger had bumped into one of Lavertus's inventions: a big metal cannon. It immediately shot out a tangle of ropes that wrapped around him.

Cragger toppled backward, falling into a stone chair.

The arms of the chair closed tight on either side of the Crocodile and held him fast.

"Hang on," shouted Laval. "I'll get you out."

But as he raced toward Cragger, the floor rumbled again. A small catapult on top of a tall shelf went off, launching a little rock at the head of a life-size Gorilla statue. The statue sprang to life, plodding forward and knocking into more inventions as it went. Soon, the air was filled with arrows, jets of flame, and bursts of water.

"Great job," called Cragger. "If we weren't doomed before, now we really are."

"Just ... stay there!" yelled Laval. "I'm coming!"

"Where do you think I'm going to go?" Cragger struggled against the ropes. "This thing makes one of Gorzan's hugs look like a bunny cuddle."

Laval was about to reply when, suddenly, he heard a loud groan behind him. He turned just in time to see the loud groan behind him. He turned just in time to see the Gorilla statue tipping forward! Laval tried to spring out of the way, but he wasn't fast enough. The statue toppled on top of him.

"Oof!" the Lion exclaimed. The heavy statue pinned him to the ground.

"Laval! Are you okay?" Cragger called.

"Yeah, I think so," Laval said. "But I'm ... LOOK OUT!"

Laval's eyes grew wide as a flame cannon went off beside Cragger. In an instant, the Croc was surrounded by flames!

"CRAGGER!" Laval cried.

For a moment, Laval couldn't see anything but embers and smoke. Then, he heard coughing. When the smoke cleared, Cragger was sputtering and waving his arms.

Instead of hurting the Croc, the flames had burned right through the ropes tying him up. He was free!

"Talk about luck." Laval exhaled. "Are you hurt?"

"Just a little singed," said Cragger. "You?"

Laval squirmed under the statue. "Been better. Could use a little help here."

Cragger moved toward Laval. But as he did, the floor shook again. The whole room turned, and the stairs by the doorway reappeared. All Cragger had to do was make a run for it and he would be free! But the room could shift any minute and they would disappear again.

Cragger met Laval's gaze for a split second. Then he turned and ran.

"Cragger?" Laval's heart sank. The Crocodile wouldn't really leave him there?

Would he?

Suddenly, Cragger swerved and jumped over a marching group of Skunk mechs. He snatched a wrench from one of the mech's hands and skidded to a stop right beside Laval.

"Quick!" he said, using the wrench for leverage against the statue. "We'll push together-hurry!"

Together, the two managed to pry the Gorilla statue off of Laval. Cragger helped him to his feet. "Let's get out of here!" he shouted.

Running faster than they ever had before, they shot through the room and made it out the door just as the floor was starting to turn again.

Together, they clambered back up the stairs. When they got to the top, the Lion and Croc leaned heavily against the wall, gasping for breath.

"Thanks," Laval said finally. "For a second there, I wasn't sure you were going to come back for me."

Cragger shrugged and gave a big Crocodile grin.

"We're friends, right? That's what friends do."

Laval smiled and clapped Cragger on the back. "It sure is."

[gothtransandroid]

Contemplating: Clarity in Transhumanism

History has made it clear that the people who aligned themselves with Transhumanist philosophy are also people interested in Eugenics. I personally hate Eugenics because while I relate to the desire to have a body that functions better, i reject the ideal of breeding or augmenting the body before consent is possible. A person should be able to decide how they want to be and who they want to be, on all levels, and in an age where those who are transgendered are fighting to recieve recognition, and gaining it an inch at a time, I believe that those who do not identify with or find comfort in their current body should be free to explore ways to find that comfort.

What does that mean for tranhumanism then? Is it limited to machinery and genetic augmentation? Does it truly mean transcending "humanity" or is more about finding a positive, comfortable place in the world as yourself without changing morals. I cant speak for others who live in the space of those who use the word, and I really hope Im not trying to push conflicting beliefs into a space because it only makes sense to me, but after being diagnosed with mental health problems some years ago and becoming reliant on medication to have control over myself I feel like any small thing to bring me closer to being my ideal self is worth the effort.

I know medication is small in the face of bigger, broader issues of prosthesis and medical devices and hormone therapy but it still trick my body into fuctioning and I am a different person without my lithium. Or at least it feels that way. I think in the modern age of medicine and technology we all already pass bars that the past "thinkers" who argued about humanity and the reality of being physically different being something to fear or hold concern over, but so many people today are themselves again, or even for the first time, because of these aids and processes and procedures.

I'll probably never live to be the ideal self I think of in my mind, free of the stresses tied to being seen as what is seen instead of how I feel. The most myself I feel myself is online, where I can be a mind of thoughts and whats in my pants is a mausoleum, but its just easier for me to not fight the ease of being what is seen in public. I guess some of this is more about my gender than I thought, but I still wanna be the ghost in the machine on weekends and sleek steel skeleton on weekdays. Take that a literally as you want ;3. Seriously though, I don't know if transhumanism in the modern era can positively divorce itself from the past, and I may be changing my username soon because of it. But I still feel how I feel, and I still wanna explore how that feeling meets my writing.

[daboyau]

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“You are a blathering ignoramus! A slathering miscreant! Dunderheaded moron! I cannot believe you did this!”

Egghead had been going on like this for the past fifteen minutes, throwing every insult he could think of. A few of them were actually almost impressive in the beginning, but with every passing moment that his words didn’t garner a reaction from Leo, his insults just got more and more repetitive.

“Don,” he heard Big Red sigh. “Can you at least turn the music off?” 

Egghead went quiet. His music didn’t, though. At some point he’d changed it from 80’s jams to the angriest sounding techno music Leo’d ever heard. The little device strapped to his wrist had some impressive speakers.

“Absolutely not,” Egghead scoffed after a second of consideration. Leo could imagine the way he would cross his arms and the affronted expression on his face, though he didn’t turn to look. “A scolding of this degree deserves the proper mood music.”

Big Red and Sunspot both groaned. Leo stayed right where he was, curled up on his side, staring stubbornly at the wall no matter what the three kappa did to try to get his attention. 

“Hey! Answer me, you…you baka!”

“Oooo we’re moving on to the weeaboo insults now,” Sunspot stage whispered. “That’s how you know he’s run out of big fancy words to say dumdum.”

“Shut up Michael, it’s not weeaboo shit if dad’s literally Japanese.” 

“Donnie, Mikey. That’s enough.” Big Red’s voice was a gravely rumble that Leo could feel inside his bones. He shivered, grimacing and tucking his knees closer to his plastron, wishing that his Nexus armor let him go inside his shell. 

“Leo, it’s us. Please say something.” Sunspot sounded almost hopeful, but didn’t say anything more when his plea didn’t get any kind of response. He heard Big Red sigh, and it sounded tired and sad more than anything else. 

“Leo,” Red repeated, and his voice was low and gentle. Dangerously calm. 

Why do they all know his name? Why do they all say it with so much familiarity? No one should know his name! All he can think is that this must be some kind of test. Some sort of trick. Another way for Big Mama to mess with his head and make sure he knows his place. He curls tighter, muscles trembling with fatigue and pain as Big Red continues talking. “I think what Donnie is trying to say, is…what the fuck, man?” 

Someone makes a weird wheezing sound, like all the air has been punched out of their lungs. Something in his tone makes Leo frown, shaking him out of his fear driven stupor. The question doesn’t make any sense to him.

“What are you talking about?” he croaks before he can think better of it, muscles finally beginning to relax as he slowly lets himself uncurl. He doesn’t move to sit up, though, or turn to them. He stays on his side, eyes trained stubbornly on the glimmering wetness dripping slowly down the stone of the dungeon walls. 

“It’s been three years! Have you been here all this time? Just…just playing at being a champion?”

At this, Leo sits up and whirls to face them. There is an indignant fury burning in his belly, momentarily overwhelming the fear of what is to come. He’s glad that the mask still covers his face, hiding the way his cheeks flush with humiliation and anger. He’s weak and easy to read, never able to hide how he feels; no wonder Big Mama insisted he cover his face. 

“Playing? Is that what you think happens in the Nexus? I’ve been fighting for my life! Fighting to make something of myself so I might actually have a future!” 

“What are you talking about?” Egghead demanded, surging forward, hands wrapping briefly around the bars of the cell before he yelped at the shock of pain and withdrew them. He shook them out, nose wrinkling at the smell of burned flesh but eyes never straying from Leo, his face a mask of frustration. 

“Buddy, you don’t have to prove anything,” Big Red said, shuffling as close as the bars would allow him without getting shocked himself. His eyes were big and sad, like he was seeing a hurt kitten when he looked at Leo. Unseen, Leo’s lips pulled back in a furious snarl at the condescending tone.

“Even if you did, why would you just…just disappear?!” Sunspot added, crawling up Red’s shell with an ease that was only further proof of their familiarity. His eyes were wet with unshed tears, but his brow was creased with what could only be anger. Watching their faces, hearing their anger and their concern, something finally clicked inside his head. Leo’s stomach churned and he wondered how he could have been so stupid to not put the pieces together before. He hated his traitor heart for daring to squeeze around the slightest hint of hope. He didn’t need to be disappointed again, but….

“Do you know me?” The words were squeezed from his tightening throat, hitting open air and hanging there like a noose. The other three went all grey faced, horror painted over their features like they were watching him walking towards the edge of the gallows of his own free will. 

“Leo,” Egghead said, voice tight, that single word layered with so many meanings and emotions that he could never hope to parse through before it settled on a cold fury. Something dangerous and horrible, promising retribution for a crime Leo couldn’t remember committing. “What did she do to you?”

[captainx-camino]

I got Buggy done yesterday just in time for my local Japanese Festival event today so, here are some highlights:

Starting off small, here's the wig (and scarf, which I didn't make) chilling on my wig head waiting for me to struggle to put it on.

90% of the work I did on this wig is going to be covered the entire time I'm wearing it, but did I let that stop me from hand laying an entire glued hairline? Lmao of course not! That would have been easy, and we don't do easy in this house!

As stated above, I didn't make the cap I just got one online simply because I was having shit luck finding the striped fabrics I would have needed and the idea of having to sew two different stripes together was giving me hives.

Ascot, vest, gloves and glove cuffs~ In other words, 90% of the work of this costume and his accessory friends.

The Ascot was stitched together by my lovely partner via the piss poor instructions I was able to give them on how I wanted it made. Seriously, give them a round of applause for somehow decoding my incoherent babbling. This is beautiful. @kadaverc0splay did a fantastic job.

The gloves are just purchased leather fencing gloves of which I fold under the length and hide it under the cuffs I made, which are simply craft foam, paint, and buckles I had to order online with almost not enough time to get them because, for some reason, craft stores no longer find it necessary to carry and assortment of styles and sizes of buckles. *Internal screaming*

*sharp inhale* Ok. The vest. *Reconsiders every life choice he's ever made* This thing is a BEAST. It was a pain to make, it's a pain to wear, the leather belting that secures the garment closed is held on by glue, prayers, and human sacrifice via my own blood, sweat, and tears. It took me more hours than I care to even think about, let alone admit, to do all the top stitching on this godforsaken goblin of a clown man and that's not even half of the ironic tragedy that gathering the supplies for this disaster was.

Not only did I have to replace more than one of the FIVE DIFFERENT TYPES OF RIBBON AND TRIM THIS BASTARD HAS ON HIS VEST but nowhere had everything I needed in enough yards to complete anything I needed done, so I had to make several trips and buy several different things to finish any part of it. INCLUDING THE BUCKLES, which arrived here Thursday...for an event today. So, that was fun.

Oh, and also, the white ribbon is wired, but the wire refused to be pulled out, so it's just in there now I guess. Lucky me!

(the belts aren't entirely accurate, but I'll save adding the additional headache that will cause for the con I'll be wearing this to next spring. I'm tired.)

Buggy's many belts of despair and loathing...

I swear the cosplay gods are never kind to me, but tricking me into thinking this was going to go well because I was able to get some good sized chunks of real, genuine leather for dirt cheap? Not cool, guys!

The leather was chocolate brown and not black, as I had previously believed it to be upon purchase. So, it had to be painted with latex paint. (Thank you again, pretty boy, I seriously couldn't have done it without you. Seriously.) Actually , another round of applause for all the belts being painted by my partner, because they also painted the foam under belt for me. Because he was smart and got his costume done several days ago.

Not me. I'm not that bright. No. But alas, we trudge forward.

And by trudge...

These boots weren't made for walking, these boots were made for traversing through the dusty floor of the fun house you've built around yourself to forget how salty your rat ex has left you - AND IT SHOWS!

Ignore my poorly made foam buckles. I'm not going to repeat myself about that bs, lest I may sink back into a depressive state equaled only by my ability to pass it off as a joke. These crumpled, sad black asskickers were originally brown! And suede. Don't ask me how I got them to look like old, worn leather. I simply fell into a dissociative state and awoke with black boots and no memory of where I'd been. The belts are foam, and the weird pattern on his tongue is simply a quilting square from Joanne fabrics that I glued on and then mod podged over.

As stated above, the buckles are foam and painted. They look awful, but if anyone is close enough to my feet to say something about it, my foot is going to need to detach to be removed from betwixt their teeth.

The entire costume was also weathered by @kadaverc0splay (including the pants, which are not pictured here because I didn't really do anything to them) while I cried over the wig that you won't see most of so you know what, just send all your praise to them I'm not even here all I did was top stitch and cry.

All in all, and in true Buggy fashion, the build of this costume was entirely, and regrettably, failing upward. Because, hot damn, did it come together. 🔥

See you at Aki Matsuri.

I never want to do this again~!

[thatonebirdwrites]

Finally! I wanted to debut this in September, but I didn't feel well enough for it. My posting schedule will likely be 1 to 2 times per month.

I don't want to overwhelm myself with writing projects, so that's why it's only monthly posts at least for the start. (The Supercorp stories such as Shattered will be finished this month, but I still have Unraveling Realities. Once I'm back to two main projects and random one-shots, I think I might be able to increase the post schedule. But for now, let's hope my health stabilizes and makes it easier to write and edit.)

I admit, I missed Korrasami, so I'm glad to be diving back into it. : )

EXCERPT:

BOLIN

Somewhere by the Si Wong Desert

Bolin ran. Not a typical run, but more of a so-damn-tired-why-are-we-still-running-jog. He wasn’t entirely sure why his commanding officer insisted they follow the bandits into the searing hot desert. Seemed a great way for them to just melt into the sands or get eaten by a sand shark. Korra and Asami's stories of the one they faced still haunted his dreams.

He slid in the sand and fell face-first into a dune. Sand coated him, and he spat it out in disgust. Ahead, he could hear the rumble of an engine, which was a trifle strange. He crawled up the dune and peered over it.

Sure enough, two planes sat in the dune canyon. Their design strongly resembled Asami’s latest, which was also weird. 

But what took the cake — speaking of which Bolin was damn hungry too — was the man in the Earth Empire uniform. No way could Bolin mistake the tailored green suit and helmet with its air mask. Oddly a green bandana was tied around the empire’s symbol on his shoulders as if that somehow hid his true nature. They exchanged a sack of something. 

Bolin guessed money. Isn’t it always money? Definitely not food, the bag would crush any delicious treats.

One of them started to turn their head toward his dune, and Bolin ducked out of sight. He looked back the way he’d come, and wondered if this was the sort of intelligence Asami needed. But who would believe him? It’s not like he could record them. No voices spoke, and Varrick’s mover cameras were huge and way too hard to carry. 

He slid back down the dune and carefully retraced his steps. Sweat poured down his back and dampened his hair roots. He didn’t run this time, but instead placed his feet in the footprints he’d made in his dash to not lose the bandits. Asami had taught him this. It made it seem like he vanished on the dune where his footprints ended.

Pretty cool trick. One of his favorites for sure.

By the time he reached the edge of the village, Bolin wanted to pass out from the heat. The uniform was far too hot for this weather. 

“Private Bolin!” his commanding officer called. “You sure took your time. Did you locate the bandits?”

Bolin wiped sweat from his brow and placed a hand on his belt. He pressed the button Asami had installed there ages ago to activate the recorder. “Yeah, but they parlayed with one of our people. Had two planes too.”

The man stepped closer and grabbed Bolin’s jacket. “You best not repeat that.” His green-gold eyes glared into Bolin’s, his mouth set in a grim line. “None of our people works with bandits, you hear?”

The grip choked Bolin, the collar tightening as his commanding officer clenched his fist tighter and tighter. “Yes sir,” Bolin squeaked out. 

“Good.” Abruptly, he released Bolin and patted his shoulders. “So you found nothing. Go clean yourself up, soldier. Mess is at sundown.”

[fucklovepayme]

FLPM Update 2023-2024

Hello guys!

A lot has happened since I last updated this blog. Let me start off by saying that manifestation is so fucking real, I don't care what anyone says. A lot of amazing things have happened to me this past year, and I am very grateful for it. My Saturn's Return (2020-2022) has been so damn rough to me, there was times that I gave up on life. I didn't care about my life or what happened to me. Thankfully that all changed in the beginning of 2023, I guess it is true when they say you have to go through your roughest time in life to receive your biggest blessings!

I manifested girlfriends that are chasing the bag too. I even became friends with some sex workers as well. It feels so good to hang out with true like-minded ladies, we get to freestyle together and hang out at more elevated events. And they are everything I manifested: young, pretty, supportive, and genuine. Unpopular opinion: I was getting tired of hanging out with slight pick mes, small-minded, and broke women. I want girlfriends who dgaf about these men, have an abundant mindset, and have money to do the nice things to come across the rich men we want.

I still dabble in sex work. I recently rejoined the infamous sugaring website (Starts with seek) and surprisingly it's not so bad this time around. Still have to scope out thousands of time wasters and the cheapies but I am meeting more POTs. I also joined some vanilla dating apps and set my settings to meet more established men. I've been out on some pretty nice dates with men that got coins and are not shy to spend it 🤑.

There's been some opportunities which I did some light escort activities 😅. I have a girlfriend that do threesomes with me for the right price. Sometimes we get approached at the bar or we pick out a guy that looks like a trick. If you would've told me that I would be doing threesomes for money (let alone free) 2 years ago, I would have laughed in your face. But now I don't give a damn and will proudly do it for the $$$$ and right man. I sometimes get approached when I'm out alone, and I do not take anything less than $1000. I was thinking about joining Er*s to get some steady tricks, but everytime I try to join it seems like the Universe intervenes and prevents my profile from getting approved :/. I'm still going to do my hoe-tivites until I get that wedding ring from my dream wealthy husband!

I've been hanging out with some powerful (and famous) men and women. I am not going to mention names for obvious reasons, but I met these people by simply being at the right places at the right times. I met a lot of celebrities growing up, but it's different hanging out with them as an adult 😊. At the end of the day, celebrities are just normal people with extra money and recognition.

I also became a home owner, and I did it in the time frame I gave myself. I made a goal list years ago that I wanted to be a home owner by the age of 30, and here we are! I achieved my biggest goal I set for myself, and I did it by myself. I am very blessed and grateful to be able to have my own property and I thank God everyday. Now I need a wealthy generous man who wants to pay for all the renovations I plan on doing!

My life is really a movie and I am enjoying every scene! I literally smile when I think about how much my life has changed this past year, mostly everything has been very positive and what I wanted. It's crazy how everything that has happened to me, started off as a thought, dream, or a journal entry. I believed in myself and did not lose sight of what I wanted in life. I'm so glad I'm a city girl that believes in myself and not a pick me or "bOsS bAbe", otherwise my life would not be as exciting 😉 I sometimes reflect on my adult life so far and I can honestly say that I have a lot of great experiences that the average person couldn't even dream of. I am living my best Samantha Jones and Toni Childs combined life that I have manifested since I was a little girl. Little FLPM would be in so much awe if she saw how she would be living her adult life 🥹.

Overall, I am way happier now than I was 2 years ago. I overcame the darkest time of my life and I am so strong for that and I'm proud of myself. Maybe in another post I will get more into detail of that time period, but right now it is still triggering. I am just happy that I am seeing more positivity into my life and I am open and ready for what's coming next! I will also be more active on this blog, posting at least once a week! Get ready to hop on this fun ride with me!

[aeoki]

Number Eight - Tripping: Chapter 1

Characters: Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku & Niki Location: Los Angeles Townscape

HiMERU: It’s one bad thing after the other – it’s starting to get dark.

What should we do, Amagi? Our pockets have just been filled after completing our previous mission. We should find a nearby inn to stay the night.

Rinne: No, we ain’t doing that.

HiMERU: That was a quick answer.

Rinne: There’s nothing to think about. We can’t afford to waste precious time.

If the show has taken our car away from us, then obviously, that means we can get it back.

HiMERU: Right. That would be the logical conclusion after trying to read into the producer’s intentions.

You have a point. It’s a mission shrouded in mystery, but there should be a clue somewhere. Let’s move based on that.

Shiina, Oukawa. Any objections?

Niki: Nope. I’m totally fine since I just ate all that food earlier.

In fact, I don’t wanna be stuck here since I haven’t even had any proper local food yet~!

HiMERU: Hehe. You’re as gluttonous as always, Shiina.

Kohaku: I’m fine too, HiMERU-han.

I prepared myself thinkin’ the show would be like “The Minotaur’s Labyrinth”. So this feels like heaven compared to that, right?

HiMERU: Thank you. It’s reassuring to hear you say that.

Niki: It was hell for us last time – we had to fight a raging bull and had to do all those punishments~ It feels like a trip this time, so I don’t think I feel any stress.

HiMERU: Indeed. Being too familiar and comfortable with a situation can certainly be terrifying. People couldn’t put up with us in the past, so we’ve landed ourselves in a pretty nice role.

…Truth be told, HiMERU feels relieved in this situation.

Rinne: Relieved?

HiMERU: You should be able to understand without my having to tell you, Amagi.

It may be a shoot led by idols, but “Number Eight” doesn’t have scripts nor an outline for the show. It’s not pretty to watch.

At this rate, people will think “Crazy:B’s” chaotic behaviour was just something the media made up… That was very close to becoming a reality.

Kohaku: “Crazy:B’s” style consists of breakin’ up the pre-established harmony and stereotypes, after all.

Niki: Yeah, I know what you mean.

The one who must’ve been the most perplexed about this situation has to be Rinne-kun, right? He’s been oddly well-behaved ever since we stepped foot overseas.

Rinne: Nah. Your hunch doesn’t work for anything other than food.

…Wait, maybe not?

Niki: ?

Rinne: Maybe Niki’s right. I haven’t been that energetic…

Sorry. I guess I’m just tired ‘cause I’m not used to being overseas.

Niki: I knew it! I thought you’ve been acting weird – like that bathroom break you took during lunch.

The normal Rinne-kun would ignore the script or missions and just drive wherever he wanted to go.

Rinne: Yeah. That’s what I’d love to do, but… I’m not feelin’ great. Maybe it’s ‘cause I don’t vibe with the place here~?

So I’m counting on ya! I ain’t feeling up to scratch, so buy dinner for me!

You might be feeling happy after doing that food review, but we haven’t eaten anything since lunch. You’re the chef here, so you gotta make sure you’re feeding us, alright?

Niki: Ah, you tricked me, Rinne-kun! You just wanted to make me empathise with you, so you could make me your errand boy!

You’re a real liar! No one’s gonna believe you if you cry wolf, you know…!

Rinne: Tch, looks like the cat’s outta the bag. And you were this close to being my errand boy~

HiMERU: Enough chattering, you two. Let’s go shopping for dinner.

We should head out right away after resupplying. Otherwise, we won’t have time to find our car.

Rinne: Oh, yeah…

This area has paved roads so it should be easy to spot a car with a steering wheel on its right side.

I’ll ask a nearby driver if they’ve seen a black Japanese car.

Kohaku: So we’ll be searchin’ for the car on foot? Okay, let’s do this.

If we run out of time in an unfamiliar place, then it’ll just be like what HiMERU-han said and our reputation will take a hit, won’t it?

Niki: Well, I don’t think we had much of a reputation in the first place.

I don’t want another disbandment notice ever again.

It makes me shiver just imagining the suffering I’ll have to endure if I let go of my current idol and chef job!

Rinne: Right? We’ve gotta thank our client for giving us this work offer.

We’ve got sixteen hours left. Time to get ready for the second half.

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [06]

ー The scene starts in Laito’s bedroom at the Violet Manor

*Thud* 

Laito: ...Nnh...

Yui: Laito-kun! Thank god, you’re awake. 

Laito: Bitch-chan...? How...? My room...? I’m pretty sure we were in the dungeon...?

Yui: You don’t remember? You suddenly lost consciousness in our cell.

Azusa-kun came to check up on us and helped out. He carried you all the way here.

He even managed to convince Carla-san to give us permission to leave the dungeon, thank god.

Laito: I see...As to be expected of him...

*Rustle* 

Laito: Uu...

Yui: Ah! Don’t try to get up just yet.

Laito: Don’t worry, I can handle this much...

...Where are the others? 

Yui: Apparently the Scarlet Manor was showing suspicious movements, so they all headed out.

Although Azusa-kun stayed behind just in case. He’s patrolling the manor right now though. 

Laito: I see...

Yui: Laito-kun...?

( He’s been full of energy this whole time, but he seems somewhat out of it right now. I guess it’s because he only just woke up? )

Ah...You probably want some water, right? I’ll go get you some, okay?

*Rustle*

Laito: ...Wait. There’s something I’d like to ask you.

Yui: S...Sure, what’s wrong?

Laito: You told me before that we’re dating, but what was our relationship actually like? 

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: Tell me everything.

Yui: ...!

( This is the first time he’s shown interest...But, why? )

( No, that doesn’t matter. If he wants to know, I’ll tell him. )

You might not believe me, but you were living at a place called the Sakamaki Manor. As part of a family of six brothers.

Through a series of events...It was decided that I would move in there with you guys.

Laito: You moved into a house full of Vampires?

Yui: Yeah, at first I thought that maybe it was some kind of joke. I went through a lot of hardships as well...

But you know, through getting to know you better, I realized that you were also suffering in your own way.

Then little by little, I found myself wanting to remain by your side...

Laito: I was suffering? How so?

Yui: Wellーー

( Can I talk about Cordelia-san? )

( He clearly acted strange after hearing the sound of my heartbeat in the dungeon. )

Laito: Seems like you’d rather not share that. Oh well, I guess it’s fine. In return...

...Do you happen to know a woman with a very eccentric and strong impression?

Yui: Eh...?

( Is he talking about Cordelia-san...? I guess the woman he saw while he was having those dizzy spells must indeed have been... )

Laito: Judging by your reaction...You really do know her.

Yui: Ah, well...

( If I bring up Cordelia-san right now, he might just remember everything. )

( But should I tell him when they’re nothing but a bunch of bad, painful memories? If those cause him to suffer again... )

Laito: Why do you suddenly go quiet? I guess there’s still things you want to keep a secret despite seeming so insistent on talking to me about all of this.

Selection

→ Dodge the question (🖤)

Yui: I mean, I do know her, but she has nothing to do with what I want to talk about right now. 

Laito: You think you can trick me like that? It’s so blatantly obvious. 

Yui: ( ...He saw right through my lies. I don’t think I’ll be able to talk my way out of this one... )

→ Apologize (♡)

Yui: I’m sorry. I don’t exactly want to keep quiet. It’s just...

Laito: Then tell me already.

Yui: ...!

Yui: The woman you mentioned, she’s...

( No...I just can’t say it after all...! )

( I want him to remember. Still, I don’t want to see him in pain! )

Laito: ...Geez. Guess you can’t tell me after all.

You seemed so adamant about talking to me, but when you fear it might negatively impact you, you go quiet.

You really are a selfish girl, aren’t you?

Yui: Y-You’re wro...

Laito: I’m not going to press you with questions about it forever, so let’s forget about that woman.

It’s just...

*Rustle* 

Laito: I’ll have you reveal the secret behind your heart.

Yui: Wha...!?

ー He moves closer

*Rustle*

Yui: W-Wait! Let me go...!

Laito: Shut up.

Yui: ...!

( He’s no longer smiling...I shouldn’t oppose him right now... )

Laito: ...The sound of your heartbeat...I’m positive I’ve heard it somewhere before...

I could never forget...about such a distinctive sound...

Yui: Laito-kun...?

Laito: ...But I can’t remember...

Yui: Ow...If you press down on my arm that tightly...

Laito: ...Hey, Bitch-chan. What’s with your heart? 

I get this incredibly unpleasant feeling just from hearing it beat...

Yet at the same time, it also stirs up feelings of endearment, or sudden sadness...I just don’t understand.

Yui: This heart, you see...

( It’s your mother’s heart after all... )

( But I can’t tell him that. Laito-kun only ever experienced a terribly twisted kind of love from her after all! )

Laito: ...Aah. You still won’t tell me anything, huh?

Do you think you’ll get away with staying silent? Or do you get a kick out of keeping me on the edge of my seat like this?

I’m not in the mood for that right now, you see.

Yui: W-What...?

Laito: I’ve had those dizzy spells several times before. They always occur after I drink your blood. 

So I simply assumed that it was the richness of your blood getting to my head.

Yui: ( Now that he mentions it, something similar happened when we were ambushed by Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun... )

Laito: But I grew incredibly dizzy just from hearing the sound of your heartbeat. 

Yui: ...!

Laito: I just want to get rid of this irritation. I mean, I barely even feel like myself right now. 

All I care about is enjoying the moment. I never cared about when or how I’d die. That’s how my days have come and gone.

But right now...Something keeps swirling around inside my head and I can’t seem to control it myself.

Yui: That’s...

Laito: You know the answer to my questions. Right? Don’t you want to help me out?

Don’t you remember how you risked your own life to protect me back in the dungeon?

Yui: I...I’m sorry...

Laito: Excuse me? You think you can apologize your way out of this? It’s not an apology that I want to hear from you.

Honestly, why do I feel so angry? I’ve gotten kind of thirsty as well...

You’ll take responsibility for upsetting me, won’t you? 

Yui: Eh? ...W-Wait...!

Laito: Quench my thirst...with your blood...Nnh...Nn...

ー Laito bites her

Yui: Eek...Aah...!

( Once again, without mercy...My blood’s steadily flowing out... )

Laito: Haah...Even though it helps against the thirst, it doesn’t bring me any actual satisfaction...

Yui: ( Of course not. His missing memories, the memories of the love he never experiencedーー )

( There’s no way he’d get the affection he’s yearning after by doing this... )

I’m begging you, no more...Stop...

Laito: What are you saying? You love to get toyed around with, don’t you...?

Rejoice like you usually do. Come on, I’ll drink from your ear? ...With all of my mind, painfully...Okay?

Yui: No...Sto...!

Laito: Even right now, I can’t get enough of seeing you utterly terrified like that...Nnh...Phew...

Yui: Uu...Ah...Aah...

Laito-kun...

Laito: Nnh...Nn...Haah...Yes? Are you ready to spill the beans now, unable to bear with the pain?

But it’s too late now...Guh...

Yui: ( ...Eh? )

Laito: Kuh...This again...? It’s even worse than before...

Yui: ( He’s dizzy again...!? I’m still a bit shaky in my step since he just sucked my blood but... )

Uu...O-One second, okay...!? I’ll go call Azusa-kun right awaーー

*Thud*

Yui: Eh...?

( I heard the sound of something breaking just now... )

Ayato: Eve! You bitch, where are you!? Answer me if you’re there!

Kanato: We came all the way here to get you. So please, just be a good girl and show yourself.

Yui: ( These voices...Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun!? )

( No way, just when Carla-san and the others aren’t here...Also, right now Laito-kun is...! )

ー Azusa enters the room

*Thud* 

Azusa: Eve, Laito...!

Yui: Azusa-kun! Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun are...!

Azusa: Seems like they’ve come to attack us, using the fact that the others are absent to their advantage...

I’ll keep them busy, so the two of you should...

Laito: Uu...

Azusa: Laito? You’re still feeling unwell...?

Laito: I’m fine...Dealing with those two is more important right now, no?

I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can fight in my current condition...

Azusa: Yeah, you should escape through the window...

Ayato: How many times do I have to tell you to show yourself!?

Azusa: They’re coming...Hurry!

Laito: Bitch-chan, let’s go...

Yui: O-Okay...

( He can barely walk...Will he be okay? )

( ...No, right now, we just have to run. Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun are after us...! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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Pokemon Rejuvenation - Transcript Of Terajuma Friend Group Scene

This is a 1281 word long transcipt of a scene from Pokemon Rejuvenation. This scene is going to be dubbed by myself and a list of other people. This is being hosted by @kaitopedestrian but to make the process easier I've typed up this for myself and the others.

AELITA:   Hey, there she is! (A Pause) Melia, whatever happened to “Don’t stay out too late”?

MELIA:    Sorry, I didn’t even realise how late it’s gotten. (A Pause) I’ve just been staring out at the ocean.

AELITA:   It’s dangerous for a girl to be out alone like this… (A Pause) Especially when that girl has a bounty to her head!

MELIA:    It’s okay, Hapi is on lookout. 

HAPI:      Awesome shiny pokemon noises 

AELITA:  Oh… Guess he is. (A Pause) Still. You’ve been moping ever since we’ve gotten back.

MELIA:    Yeah, I kind of fell apart, I admit…(A Pause) I can’t believe we were tricked like that. As a result, we lost the Sky Relic…  (A Pause) What a major fail…

AELITA:   It’s not like we were tricked…Team Xen really was attacking the Weather Institute. (A Pause) We had to save them regardless. (A Pause) Plus there was nothing to suggest that Team Xen was after the Sky Relic themselves, so… (A Pause) It really isn’t our fault.

MELIA:    Sighs like a girl who had her entire life destroyed by a variety of factors far beyond her control and has since needed to act more mature and capable than she is actually ready to be and also is forced to keep secrets from the people who care most about her. Like seriously she doesn’t even get paid for this heroine shit. 

(A Pause) Yeah you’re right. I was just so hopeful, and to be kicked down like that… (A Pause) I dunno, I guess the glass finally gave way. (A Pause) What do I even say to the others? They were counting on us…

VALARIE:  Could just say hello.

SAKI:    HEEEY YOOUUU GUYS!!!

BRAIXEN: Mind if we join you~?

VALARIE:   I see… So that’s what happened?

MELIA:  Yeah… Zetta and Neved were trailing us and made us shift our attention to the Weather Institute. (A Pause) And because of that, they were able to grab the Relic and escape in a helicopter. (A Pause) It just feels hopeless now.

ADAM:  It’s clear you kids still have a lot to learn still. (He says this shit like he’s older than everyone else I guess? Don’t worry Saki will put him in his place in a minute. A Pause.) There’s always another solution. Even if it’s not immediately obvious.

VALARIE:  Adam’s right, Melia. You can’t give up because of one setback. (A Pause) I know you have more determination than that, or else you wouldn’t have come to rescue us at Blacksteeple.

MELIA:  The pressure’s really on this time, I guess.

BRAIXEN:  It’s true that the stakes are a taaad bit higher than last time. (A Pause) But we’re all here and able to fight, yes? Then there is no need to worry.

ADAM:  Remember, last time we were held back by the rules of Blacksteeple. (A Pause) This time no such limitations exist, and therefore we’re free to act how we want. (A Pause) At the end of the day, we hold a certain power over Team Xen just by existing. (A Pause) As long as we’re valuable to them, we can use that to our advantage.

BRAIXEN: Wow, someone decided to eat their veggies today, huh?

SAKI: The gears in that brain do be whirlin’ tho.

ADAM: Shut up…

VALARIE:  Okay, but I admire that about you, Adam. (A Pause) You’re like… The most optimistic pessimist there is. It’s refreshing.

ADAM:  All I’m saying is that you need to remember that we’re in it with you. (An extra dramatic pause) All of us.

AELITA: We’ll rely on you, and you’ll rely on us. I think that’s a fair trade?

MELIA: You guys…. (A Pause) I know we’ve only been together for a short time, but…(A pause as Melia steels herself to say something corny and embarrassing yet heartwarming and based) I just want you guys to know that each and every one of you feels like family to me.

SAKI: Duuh, you stupid doo-doo head. That’s because we are family.

VALARIE: A weird misshapen, but stable family. (A Pause) These next 18 days are going to be absolute hell, but we can make it through.

INTERCEPTOR: We have to!

MELIA: Interceptor is right. We have to. This isn’t the end.

AELITA:  Only the beginning!

ADAM: By the way, did any of you tell Crawli what happened? (An awkward silence follows, where everyone basically admits without saying anything that they didn’t tell Crawli)

MELIA: Oops.

AELITA: We did run into his dad. So maybe he said something.

ADAM: We should head back to the HQ then and let him know.

SAKI: Heehee… Yeah right, you just wanna go back to the HQ so you can see Sam again!

ADAM: What?

SAKI: I heard you last night! “Oooh Sam!” (A Pause so that the amazing and funny Saki can dodge the embarrassed Adam who chased after her in frustration) “Ooooh Sam. I just want you to hold me!” (A Pause before finishing her infantile taunt) “You’re so cute!”

ADAM: Saki if you don’t stop I’ll tear you in half! (Notice how he doesn’t deny it)

SAKI: Ooh good one. I bet you were saving that line for Sam too?

VALARIE: Oh dear…

BRAIXEN: Hey don’t run this way! You’ll make Adam run me over!

ADAM: Saki Blakeory… (You know it’s real when he uses her full name)

SAKI: Whomp whomp whomp! (This girl is meant to only be like a couple years younger than me. Fuck I remember when I started playing Rejuvenation I was the same age as her. What the fuck)

MELIA: Huh? Hapi? What is it, boy?

VALARIE: Guys, look!

MELIA: Madelis…!

MADELIS: Melia! It’s good to see you again! (A Pause) It’s only been over a month, but it looks like you’ve grown quite a bit!

AELITA: What do you want??

MADELIS: …Oh, and it looks like literally every single one of you is here. (A Pause) Why are you all here? (A Pause) I got a report that only Melia was on the beach, what’s going on? (A Pause) This was MY chance at getting the bounty reward all for myself!

GRUNT: With all due respect, Ma’am. That report was 2 hours ago. (A Pause) If you didn’t spend all that time getting ready and putting makeup on, then we would’ve gotten here 2 hours ago.

MADELIS: Ahaha…(A Pause) There must be some kind of mistake there. (A Pause) What you see is what you get. I don’t wear makeup~!

GRUNT: We have recorded footag-

MADELIS: What you see. Is what you get. Got it? (This is her shouting)

GRUNT: …Got it.

MADELIS: Well, I’m not stupid. I know I’m no match for ALL of you.

BRAIXEN: Debatable.

MADELIS: So I’m just going to leave. Just pretend this never happened! (A Pause) We never met here. Okay? Got it? Good.

MELIA: …You can’t be serious.

VALARIE: I think she’s incredibly serious.

GRUNT: Ma’am, we just got a report that the Sky Relic is secured at Helojak Island.

MADELIS: Could you come here for a moment? (A Pause while Madelis bitch slaps the Grunt so hard he falls to the ground) Ever heard of a text message, idiot?! (A Pause) Why would you say something like that aloud?!

GRUNT: S-sorry…

MADELIS: Get up. We’re going. (A Pause) Just know~! This isn’t over.

VALARIE: We figured that out already.

MADELIS: Hmph, well then.

MELIA: Helojak Island, huh? (A Pause) Thank you Madelis for taking 2 hours to put on makeup.

SAKI: Fam, we gotta tell Crawli about this right away.

MELIA: Crawli’s probably in his office at this time. (A Pause) Hopefully he hasn’t gone to bed yet…

And that's the scene.