#i have concerns about the design. all of it

[hasufin]

Charles Stross referred to it as "Disaster Dominoes". Is operator error real? Yes. But a well-designed system should be resilient such that a singular operator error should generate sufficient warning to correct the error; it should not result in catastrophic failure.

Let's look at Alaska Airlines Flight 261.

Okay, so this was 25 years ago. While in flight, the MD-83 craft "suffered a catastrophic loss of pitch control". That is, suddenly the plane's nose went DOWN. Initially the stabilizer was jammed such that they had to pull up on the yoke constantly; upon successfully unsticking it, the plane went into a nosedive. They were able to mostly recover, but then experienced a further catastrophic failure which at one point resulted in them flying the commercial airliner upside down, before finally crashing.

Now, to be clear: this was not pilot error. The pilot and co-pilot did a heroic job trying to keep the plane in the air while it was experiencing severe mechanical failure. But there was a series of failures:

Out of concern for "flow" - that is, the profitable operation of the airlines - they didn't want to gum up the works with a plane turning back to LAX. I don't believe there's any certainty that returning to LAX immediately would have saved the flight, but it's worth considering, in that capitalism does apparently result in unsafe choices.

The basic design of the plane didn't have sufficient redundancy: the jackscrew assembly which controlled the horizontal flight stabilizer had two separate sets of threads, and that was considered sufficient, but in fact it still functioned as a single point of failure.

The assembly was not properly lubricated.

The assembly was not properly inspected, and they used the wrong tools to perform the inspection.

The intervals between both maintenance and inspection were extended much too long.

The FAA allowed all of these things.

The thing about this is, there were failures at every step which allowed the disaster to happen. Each mistake was supposed to have a corresponding test which would have caught it, but each of those were also wrong.

Now, it's good that the NTSB investigation uncovered these things. And that's why we need a strong, independent government which keeps companies in check.

I think too, we can guess the order in which these things happened. McDonnell-Douglas would not have designed an aircraft with insufficient redundancy if the FAA had engineers who would have caught it. Alaska Airlines would not have fabricated incorrect testing tools if there had been better oversight of the testing process. The interval between maintenances and inspections were increased when the allowed time periods were increased. They didn't become slipshod about the maintenance until after the bad testing tools went into use. In each case, the relaxation of oversight came first, followed by the relaxation of practice. [Yes, this means that Trump dismantling America's safety infrastructure will result in disasters years down the road, probably not under his administration].

One major issue with safety culture is, when it is operating correctly most of it appears completely pointless: if the maintenance is happening correctly, of course the tests will always look good. If the plane is designed well, the plane will fly fine even if the tests aren't being performed correctly. In a safe environment, you can tolerate quite a few failures before disaster happens.

And to altogether too many people, redundant safety is wasted effort.

The more I read into reports about industrial and transportation accidents the less I feel like “operator error” actually exists

[96z]

i know many of you do not give a damn and that is a problem in its own regard but i am posting this in hopes that those who are unaware and who value their morals and their integrity over music will hopefully take something from it.

this seventeen album should be boycotted at all costs. i have been a carat for seven years now and i have a lot of love (as well as frustration) for these guys. i am endlessly proud of them for making it ten years in an industry designed to tear them down and wear them out, to take everything from human beings that it can— and then some. however i cannot allow this to overshadow the negative things surrounding this album, nor should you.

i will preface by saying that seventeen will not see a huge impact from a boycott. they make pennies on the dime per stream, $0.003 cents. seventeen are also far past comfortable financially, they are by all means rich, particularly woozi. they will be a-ok. this will not cause any damage to them outside of potential bruised egos, which is an unfortunate impact however not more important than the overall issues.

i also want to say that we know that boycotting is an effective tool to put pressure on companies to change their ways, but it needs to be an organized effort. it's not something you do for a few months and give up. it's also not something you pick and choose with — you don't avoid streaming songs and then buy a lightstick from the weverse shop because it was pretty, or attend a concert.

that said, you all should be boycotting hybe anyway. this is for multiple reasons. first is their employment and collaboration with people such as scooter braun, a staunch zionist who was outright thanked by the official israel twitter account. when scooter braun found out he was on the zionists in music twitter account, he said it was an honor and he never could've dreamed of such a thing happening to him. scooter braun has a long, problematic history i would encourage all of you to thoroughly research.

hybe has also recruited artists like johnny goldstein to work on their tracks. he is credited on enhypen, illit and txt tracks, and he has also worked closely with j-hope of bts. johnny goldstein is both a ccfp member as well as a former iof soldier. he is quite literally a child murderer and he is sitting in rooms with your favorite artists. that should infuriate you.

if that is not enough, consider the level of overwork that these artists have faced. seventeen is on their sixth album in approxiately 365 calendar days between whole group projects and individual unit projects. these all have one common factor: jihoon. he has produced six albums, short or otherwise, in one year. in one year, seventeen has also done one world tour, a japan tour, caratland, and headlined three festivals. does any of this sound sustainable for human beings? they are treated like products by their company, not human beings.

for these reasons there has been a boycott in place for over a year. many carats have chosen to break it out of 'love', but in reality, they are complicit in the mistreatment of their idols.

if none of this concerns you, there are also massive red flags with this current album.

first, bad influence, which makes up a third of the group songs on the album, is produced by pharrell who is a known zionist. in april 2024, in spite of the current social climate and despite readily available information, pharrell chose to accept an invitation to sing 'happy' to iof soldiers at a fundraising event. this is while carats in gaza are packing their photocards up while they flee their homes. pharrell made the conscious choice to be on the wrong side of history.

next, wonwoo's track credits el capitxn, who in march, took to instagram to brag that his company, vendors, produced a song for kanye's album which kanye himself said was based on 'antisemitic sounds'. they worked on the track ww3, which includes verses about epstein island, voting for djt, and 'rockin swastikas'. all he had to say regarding it was that he was 'proud of his boys' and 'they make it happen'.

you either stand in one of three places.

one, you believe seventeen does not have much autonomy. in that event, you should be angry and embarrassed that such individuals have their hands in their music, muddying everything seventeen is meant to stand for. you should not stand for it and the way to make a stand against it is by boycotting.

two, you believe seventeen does have autonomy and they have the ability to deny or to okay these things. if that is the case, you should feel frustration towards them for not doing their due diligence in these matters, when they are thirteen grown men with full, unrestricted access to the internet, when they have been called out for similar behavior before, when at least one of them has to know better. you can make that frustration known by boycotting.

or you don't really care, and at the end of the day you'll always be spineless, a so called 'real fan' who will buy into everything they do and reserve all your anger for those who want them to do better, who consistently call them out, instead of wishing they would make fewer mistakes. you will always buy the albums and the photocards and the concert tickets because you don't have the strength to be anything more than another cog in the capitalist machine. just know that you are not a fan, you are a consumer, and that your blind support and willingness to throw your money at every endeavor ultimately harms your artists before it helps them.

if you do care... take a stand. take a stand against mistreatment and overwork, against seventeen being pushed towards being another mass produced, western pandering act. take a stand towards seventeen's music having filthy hands involved in it everytime you look up. you should be embarrassed, you should be frustrated and you need to do something about it or nothing will ever change.

there should never be a time in modern history where we are proud for our favorite artists to work with zionists and people who shake hands with nazis. there is no excuse.

seventeen will survive losing streams and chart positions. they will live. and maybe their company will learn a valuable lesson for it. we have the power to do something and it's high time we wake up and do it, all of us.

nobody is saying you can’t listen. but instead of opening spotify up, download the tracks from a third party instead. they will be ok, i promise. boycotting takes no effort, it is literally an act of not doing something. if seventeen means something to you, this is how you should express it right now. please, i want better for them and you should as well.

[ballsandbabes]

Beneath the Bruises: Geum Seong-jae x Reader

Authors Note: I normally dont write about other things than Sports, BUT...I started with Weak Hero and find the story really exciting. While reading, I found Geum Seong-ja's character very exciting. Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

Summary: Love is never easy, but it is difficult when you fall in love with Seongje. But what happens if he's interested in you too?

Genre: Universe of Weak Hero, slow-burn romance, character drama, fluff with grit, slightly toxic depiciton of a relationship.

Life wasn't fair. Not for you. Your parents were once respected doctors at a good clinic. But even there, corruption flowed through every vein of the institution. That is, until Kim De-Uhn, the director of the clinic, died. And therefore the only person who had protected this secret. As soon as the new director was in office, all employees were fired, including your parents. They had done nothing wrong, but the director wanted to get rid of all old employees in order to be able to completely rebuild and improve the clinic's reputation. With everything that came to light afterward, it made it difficult for your parents to find work again.

And that's how you ended up at Eunjang High School. A cruel, brutal and unrelenting chaos of a school life. You had once had dreams. Dreams of a good, carefree life as a graphic designer. But now it was about surviving this cruel and terrible place.

If you didn't belong to one of the thug squads or knew a member, you could actually get through everyday school life just fine. And that's exactly what you did. You were quiet, reserved and didn't attract attention. Which doesn't mean that you didn't have your reputation at school. The classmates who knew you knew how good you were. Smart, well-read, intelligent, one or two boys would also say that you were very beautiful.

“Omg, I heard Yeon Sieun got into a fight with someone again,” said Daehyun, your best friend. "Oh come on, let's not interfere. That happens every day," you said as you prepared for the next lesson.

You first met Geum Seong-jae after a math test.

You were sitting alone in the hallway, reading glasses slipping down your nose, notebook open across your lap as you reviewed formulas for fun — because yes, that’s the kind of person you were. You liked rules. You liked logic to a degree. You liked knowing that hard work, in school at least, led to clear answers.

He walked by bleeding from the lip.

And you didn’t look away.

“You....you okay?” you asked, calm and straightforward. At that moment you didn't even know why you had spoken to him. Actually, it was against all your rules, but you did it anyway. How reckless.

He slowed. Stared. He was used to flinches, whispers, or forced politeness. Not concern. Especially not from a girl in a sporty zip-up Hoodie with ink on her fingers. He scoffed. “Do I look okay?”

“You look like you got your face slammed into a locker. Twice,” You said while adjusting your glasses. Why did you say that?

That pulled a sharp laugh from him—surprised and short. Then he turned to leave, but not before shooting you a sideways glance.

“Don’t get involved,, stupid girl” he muttered.

But you were involved, in the way that people like you always were — because you believed people and their actions could be understood, even when they didn’t believe it themselves. You would know what he was like. He had shown this often enough when his bloody knuckles had slammed into his opponent's jawline until it was brimming with blood. That's why you knew you couldn't change him. You didn't want that either, but you wanted to be able to understand him, understand why he did what he did.

___ _ _ _

You saw each other every now and then, especially on the way home. When you had to move, the neighborhood you lived in, was different, more unsafe.

It had started with the conversation in the hallway of the school, that Seongje found himself thinking about you. What was the point of this stupid girl to just babble at him like that? Was she crazy?

You hadn't cared who he was, you had just wanted to make sure he was okay and he couldn't quite understand that. He had told himself he was here purely by chance as he waited outside the shabby little art room. Movement. He looked into the room through the tiny, dusty window. You helped a classmate with her picture. Your eyes focused and full of helpfulness. Your body language inviting and sisterly.

Another time you stopped at the sports field on your way from the entrance hall across the courtyard. You had actually never seen him play sports before, that was more Hoo-min Park's thing. Also a bully at your school. It was where you realized how strong and athletic Seongje actually was.

So it went back and forth. You noticed each other. However, without anyone else noticing.

The next time, he found you.

A kid from another class had tried to cheat off your quiz, and when you refused, he pushed you against a locker and called you a stuck-up nobody. You didn’t cry. You stared him down and told the teacher. He got detention.

You got called names. By lunch, your books had been tossed in the hallway. Again.

And Seongje saw it happen.

You didn’t saw him, therefor thinking he wouldnt bat an eye — he didn’t exactly have a reputation for defending nerdy girls with moral backbones. But then, at the end of the day, the kid who shoved you left school with a bloody nose and a limp. What had happened?

You and your friends sat on the wall of the schoolyard as you discussed in whispers what had happened to the guy who had been so mean to you. "Maybe this is all just a stupid coincidence," Mia said, her voice low and wavering. "I don't think so, the boys may be brutal, but that doesn't mean they can't think," Jiun said.

And then you would have seen him. Just early enough to see him put his bloody hand in his pocket. While you were still running, you said goodbye to your friends as you ran after him.

“Don’t thank me,” Seongje told you when you caught up to him later. “I didn’t do it for you.”

“Then why?” you challenged him to answer you, arms crossed, refusing to let him brush it off.

His eyes lingered on your face. "...Because you didn’t flinch. You even have the guts to talk to me like that."

___ _ _ _

He started showing up more after that. Not obviously. Just… nearby. Lingering. He'd stand outside the library and pretend to scroll through his phone. Sit behind you during lunch and pretend to sleep. Glance your way in class and immediately look away when you noticed.

You first didnt notice, but when you did, you never called him out. You just let him hover — because you knew that for someone like him, proximity was connection.

He asked you once, late in the hallway after everyone had left: “Why are you always trying to do the right thing? Even when it sucks for you?”

You closed your locker and smiled at him. “Because someone has to. I don't know, but maybe it will help someone. Maybe it will help someone if I point out to the teacher that we cannot move the date forward. And maybe if I do it enough, someone else will too.”

“…That’s so stupid,” he said quietly, laughing at you.

But the next week, he returned a lost wallet to a first-year without taking the cash inside. Even if he had thought about taking it.

Geum Seong-jae wasn’t gentle. Not in the slightest. To be honest, he was brutal, crazy and arrogant. Despising people who are or act weak, people like you. He wasn’t patient. His anger lived just under his skin, hot and volatile.

But with you?

He showed a very strange side of his, in ways you couldnt really describe. And explain even less.

He "walked" you home but never admitted it, basically he followed you from a few meters away. He "asked", more like teased or bullied you with questions about your favorite books and pretended to be bored....then he would steal them from you. He tried to fix your broken calculator once. Failed. Replaced it in your bag without saying a word. Which got you into massive trouble. Because the guy sitting next to you had lost his calculator, which was also new, and simply accused you of stealing his calculator. What was that about? Did Seungje want to bully you?

And when you asked him, one day, why he hung around you at all, he shrugged and said,“Because you entertain me with you "good morals".” “What do you mean,” you asked him, confused. He explained to you that you weren't an angel either. You lent your study materials to a classmate so that she could copy and not fail. Actually, you weren't allowed to do that. And unfortunately he is right. In an attempt to do something good, you had done something forbidden. An interesting thought came to you during this conversation…maybe it was the same with him?

___ _ _ _

It started like any other day — quiet, normal, deceptive. But you could tell something was off the moment Seongje stepped into school. His eyes were darker, shoulders tense, fists already curled like he’d been in a fight before first period even began. You didn’t ask — not yet — but you stayed close.

When the news spread through the halls that some guys from a nearby school had jumped one of Seongje’s friends outside the gates, everything unraveled fast. By the time you found him, he was already throwing punches. It wasn’t a fight — it was an explosion. Raw, furious, unstoppable. One of the boys lay curled on the concrete, bleeding from the mouth, teeth lose, while Seong-jae slammed the other into a wall, again and again, knuckles cracking with every hit.

“Seongje!” you shouted, running toward him. He didn’t hear you.

“Omg...Stop—please!” You grabbed his arm, your voice trembling but strong. “He understood, but if you continue you could kill him.”

He shoved you back without looking. Not hard — just to get you out of the way. But your foot caught the curb. And you fell. Hard. The third boy gripping you by your wrist, twisting it. You let out a cry of pain. The sound of your body crying for help, in pain, was louder than his fists.

That’s when everything stopped.

His fist hovered mid-air. His head turned. And when he saw you — clutching your wrist, eyes wide in stunned silence — his entire body locked. He let go of the boy he’d been pummeling, who collapsed with a groan. Then Seongje stumbled toward you, color draining from his face. Freeing you from the clutches of the third boy, while hitting him with his fist.

“Y/N…”

You sat up slowly, wincing. Your wrist throbbed, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the look on his face — pure devastation, like he was watching everything he built crumble in real time.

“I didn’t—” His voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know it was you, I just—”

You looked at him, really looked. Tears in your eyes, caused by through pain inflicted by him. His hands were shaking. Blood was on his knuckles, and you didn’t know whose. His breath came fast and shallow. But his eyes — his eyes were breaking.

“I told you,” you whispered, “you’re more than your anger.” He sank to the ground beside you, knees drawn up, hands buried in his hair like he wanted to tear it out.

“I’m not,” he muttered. “I hurt you. I did hurt you.”

You reached out gently, laying your uninjured hand on his.

“I’m still here,” you said. “That has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

He looked at you like he didn’t deserve to. Like he’d already accepted that you’d walk away. Like they always did. But you, for what ever reason, didn’t. So if you wouldnt walk away, he had to. He didn't want to see you, being hurt by him ever again.

And so time passed. Time when it felt as if all the moments of stares, anger, closeness and acquaintance had never existed. You became strangers.

___ _ _ _

Time passed. Like it always did. Slow, awkward, cruel.

You and Geum Seongje drifted, the way people do, when things go unsaid — not out of hate, but out of history too heavy to carry. After the fight, after your wrist healed, after he stopped meeting your eyes in the hallway... things just broke.

Now, you were strangers again. You started dating someone a few months later — a boy from the year above, pretty handsome, tall and smart. He was kind, on paper. Well-dressed. Smiled when teachers looked. And most importantly, he wasn't complicated. He didn’t throw punches. He didn’t carry the weight of anger behind his eyes.

But Seongje noticed the difference right away. You didn’t light up when you talked about him. Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. And when Seongje saw you walking with the guy, hand-in-hand but looking at the ground — he knew.

And then, some afternoon that week, he saw him. Behind the convenience store, Seong-jae caught him — your perfect boyfriend — with his arm wrapped around girl. A girl that wasnt you. The boy was grinning like he hadn’t just lied to you with every kiss.

That was the moment he snapped. No hesitation. No warning. Fist met jaw. Shoulder hit wall. The guy screamed, fought back, but Seong-jae was fire — wild and wordless. His only thoughts were: How dare you. How dare you touch her, lie to her, ruin her happy smile like that.

By the time it ended, Seongje stood panting over the guy’s crumpled body, fists bloodied, eyes burning. He didn’t even run.

He wanted you to know. You did find out. And you were furious.

You showed up at the nurse’s office where they were patching up his busted lip.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you snapped, your voice shaking — not from fear, but something deeper. “You can’t just fight everyone who looks at you the wrong way, Seongje!” There it was. At such times, you showed a fire equal to his. Anger, disappointment and the urge to fight. It fascinated him how you could be so loving, caring and so spirited at the same time.

He stared up at you, eyes shadowed, like he’d already accepted your rage before you even arrived.

“I saw him,” he said quietly. “Cheating on you...with that dumb blonde from the second year. I couldn’t… I couldn’t let it slide.”

Your anger deflated. You blinked, stunned.“…What?”

He looked away. “He doesn’t deserve you. No one like that does.”

Silence hung heavy between you. And in it, something softened.

“I’m not....yours.... to protect anymore. I never needed that kind of protection...so whats up with this shit of yours??,” you whispered. Not cold. Just… honest.

“I know,” he murmured. “But I still want to.”

After that, things began to shift. Slow. Careful. You started saying hi again in the halls. He started waiting just a little longer near your classroom. One day, he handed you a drink — your favorite, the one you hadn’t told him you still liked. You took it without a word.

One night, you caught him waiting for you outside the library.

“Thought I’d walk you home,” he said. “Old habits die hard.”

You smiled. “Maybe they don’t have to die. and maybe you walk home with me, instead of behind me?”

From then on, it was the little things. Your hand brushing his on the bus, neither of you pulling away. Him walking on the outside of the sidewalk. You fixing the cut on his knuckle or cheek after another scuffle — gently, like touching something sacred. Him pretending not to look at you or care about it. You pretending not to notice.

You waited. Because if there was one thing you learned about Geum Seongje, it’s that he didn’t need someone to rescue him — he needed someone to stay.

___ _ _ _

It started on a late spring afternoon, the sky grey and heavy. You were leaving school when the downpour hit. You didn’t have an umbrella.

Of course, he found you just at the right time (he had probably followed you again) — running, hair soaked, backpack clutched to your chest. He didn’t say anything. Just walked up and stood in the rain beside you.

Soaked. Still. Silent.

You looked at him, laughter bubbling from your chest.

“This is stupid,” you said, smiling. “We’re going to get sick.”

“Probably,” he replied. You shook your head. “Why do you always show up?”

His voice was low, sincere. “Because you make me want to be someone who doesn’t run away.”

Your breath hitched. Rain clung to your lashes, little droplets haning on for their dear life. His hair stuck to his forehead., soaked and wet He looked at you like you were the only solid thing left in a world that never gave him a place to rest. This time his eyes only show the madness of letting you into his life. The madness of believing that a stupid girl couldn't hurt him. But you could. Whenever you weren't there, he couldn't see you. The fear that something would happen to you cut through him like a sharp knife.

You stepped closer. He didn’t move. “You’re not a bad person, Seong-jae,” you said, voice barely louder than the rain. “You’re just scared someone might understand you... believe that even you have good intentions...sometimes.”

“…You believe that?”

“I do,” you said quietly. Unsure if these words wouldn't make him angry. And then, he leaned in — slowly, softly — and you met him there, in the middle of the storm.

The kiss was everything it shouldn’t have been. Wet. Clumsy. Honest. Madness.

His hands gripped the sides of your face like he was terrified you'd disappear. Yours found his chest, feeling the heartbeat under bruises and bandages and broken pasts.

When you pulled away, breathless, you smiled.

He did too. Not wide. Not perfect. But real.

BONUS:

The boxing hall was dimly lit, smelling faintly of sweat, leather, and something weirdly nostalgic. The rain had stopped hours ago, leaving the city hushed outside, the world tucked into sleep. It had been a few weeks now since you two shared that rainy kiss.

Inside, you were wrapping your hands with practiced slowness — or, at least, trying to. You had no idea what you were doing. You had never been in a place like this before and to be honest it scared you a little. On the other hand, you were happy that Seongje took you into his world with him. A sign of his affection towards you.

“You’re doing it backwards,” Seongje muttered, walking up behind you. His fingers brushed yours, fixing the tape with the kind of care that didn’t match his bruised knuckles or the way he usually handled the world. You glanced up at him, teasing. “I didn’t know Mr. Punch-Everything-In-Sight was a hand-wrapping expert.”

He gave you a sharp look, a fire flickering behind his eyes. “If you're gonna fight, you're gonna do it right.”

“Who says I want to fight?,” confusion rose in your voice. Shouldn't this be something like a date? Sure, it had been weird when he asked you to tag along, but when has it ever been normal with him?

His voice dropped. “You're with me now.” That shut you up — not because it was possessive, but because it was protective. His way of saying I won’t always be able to catch them first. The gym was empty but alive with silence. A single bulb flickered above the ring.

“You're not gonna hurt me....,” you asked, better demanded gently, stepping up into the ring.

He hesitated. “I might.”

You smiled, pulling him by the hand. “Then....Then teach me how to hit back.”

He started with stance — guiding your feet, steadying your shoulders. He circled you slowly, correcting posture, nodding when you got it right. But every time his hands touched you — waist, arms, jaw — it lingered just a moment too long.

And you noticed. “Try,” he said, lifting the pads. “Throw one.”

You did. It wasn’t clean. But it had heart.

He smirked. “Again.”

You hit harder. He chuckled lowly, his mad smile starting to appear on his face. “Better. Where’s that fire when you’re doing math equations?”

You dropped your fists and raised a brow. “Well.. its different...wait?You like my fire?”

He stilled — caught off guard for just a second. “...Yeah. A lot.”

Your eyes locked. Then you stepped in — slow, deliberate — sliding your hands up the front of his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. Dragging him towards you.

His breath hitched. “Y/N…”

You tilted your head. “You gonna stop me?”

“No,” he whispered. “Never.”

And then you kissed him. No hesitation. No buildup this time.

It was all sharp angles and soft mouths, the snap of tension finally breaking. His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him, teeth clashing in a kiss that tasted like adrenaline and something long overdue. It was wild and demanding.

You tugged at his shirt. He growled — low and real — before lifting you gently and setting you on the edge of the ring.

The contrast between his rough grip and the reverence in his gaze lit every nerve in your body.

“You sure?” he asked, chest heaving.

You nodded, breathless. “I’ve never been more sure.”

And in that old gym, where ghosts of fights past echoed in the walls, you gave yourself to him — not just your body, but every piece of trust he thought he didn’t deserve. And there you saw it, his version of gentleness.

His lips on your neck. Your hands in his hair. The quietest moans swallowed between kisses. Him trying his best, so his strength never bruised you — it only held you steady. And your softness never made him weak — it grounded him.

For once, Seongje had developed a strong respect for will and strength, other than his. His madness faltering, knowing you could understand his being.

For the moment, he just was mad about you.

I hope you liked this special piece. Love Becca <3

[jaytipede]

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Fandom Wiki! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Some of my followers put together a fandom wiki, which is so sweet! I do not edit anything in here as to not take away the fun for y'all, so not all the information may be accurate. For the most part though, I believe it is. Keep in mind that some information is missing as well! Here is the link! ->

Anyways...

Yeah! That's all I can think of, currently. I hope my story can help you feel a little less alone in the world!

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[zoejayw]

I would love to hear more about your Trucy Gavin AU! I’m very intrigued by it. I loved the art as well!! Wonder how she and Klavier would get along. Loved seeing the way you combined her magical look with Kristoph’s suit

Thank you! I had a lot of fun trying to think up an alt character design for her. Her relationship with klavier... this is definitely something I thought about when i was workshopping ideas but I'm not sure how fully realized any of my conclusions are. I feel like I'm long overdue for an aa4 replay in general (i spend a lot of time in the transcripts, but i havent gone straight through the whole thing in years at this point) and pay a bit more attention to klavier and kristoph's dynamic with each other. most importantly, when and how they talk to/about each other because there's a lot to unpack with what scraps of that we get.

ultimately i think in a world where kristoph was trucy's guardian her relationship with klavier would be heavily effected by the way each person is filtered through kristoph, since i don't imagine they'd be interacting directly much at all, and certainly would very rarely be interacting 1 on 1. given that in aa4 apollo doesn't even know who klavier is, it's safe to assume that kristoph doesn't bring him up in professional contexts essentially at all. Which means I think when he does come up to trucy the framing is less as a prosecutor or as a musician and more as Kristoph's Little Brother. i think kristoph probably tends to anecdotally portray klavier as on the flakier and more emotional side, since he's clearly interested in exerting a level of control over klavier's behavior and either genuinely believing him to be less of a rational actor than he is or just putting on airs about it gives that more legitimacy.

i think trucy probably buys into this for a decent amount of time because i think when she's younger klaviers interactions with her would come across as pretty condescending. I feel like klavier would be inclined to treat her more like a child to try and balance out the fact that kristoph wouldnt treat her much like a child at all. its very easy to see their relationship dynamic as one that would mirror MVK + edgeworth's mentorship, although where von karma is a bit of a hammer i think kristoph is more of a scalpel in that department. i think klavier is acutely aware that kristoph is not someone who should have unchecked power over anyone but especially not a child who he is grooming into a prodigy defense attorney. but i also don't think he takes his own concerns about kristoph seriously enough to intervene because accepting that this situation is Bad For Real would require coming to some conclusions about his own life that he is not ready to have yet. and so until kristoph ends up in prison for zak's murder that's just all simmering.

i think once they did start spending any amount of time together they'd both quickly realize they were underestimating the other person. i think klavier is far more shrewd and calculated than trucy initially believes him to be, and trucy is much more critical and wary of kristoph than klavier was giving her credit for. in this version of events i imagine trucy would be the one serving as phoenix's defense attorney in trump and apollo would be assisting her. since I see trucy as being kristoph's protegee i think apollo ends up as essentially her understudy. once the two switch over to working with phoenix i think apollo starts taking the reins on the legal side of things because she does not actually have any real passion for being a lawyer and considers her business there concluded once kristoph is out of the picture.

which means i think apollo would end up sort of replacing kristoph as the mediating party in klavier and trucy's relationship, not because he's trying to or anything but by just naturally being the third person present. they're so used to doing their respective Bits in front of another person with each other that i think interacting 1 on 1 for them would be very stilted and strange. they're not family, but they're not not family, and the elephant of kristoph gavin is still very much in the room even when he is no longer literally in the room. i think she leverages his connections and guilt to help her transition from law into showbusiness and things start to improve between them after that

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a tiramisu please!?!

[Afab gn reader]

Just thinking about laying in bed naked with Alessio!! But someone calls you!! And Alessio doesn't like how easily they took your attention away from him!! He starts squeezing your hips and kissing your neck!! And putting your nipple in his mouth while kneading your other boob!!

-🍄

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : tiramisu !! . . . immortal mercenary ⊹ afab gn reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡​​​​​​​𝑢​​​​​​​𝑟​​​​​​​𝑖𝑛​​​​​​​𝑔﹕verse 781 ꮽ  alessio arias

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a cocky, comedic and charismatic mercenary. immortal and inhuman, punkgoth

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... since someone decided to call you up during his time with you, why not be a bit of a distraction? ⊹ cw ٬٬ smut.

Did his hard dick between your thighs mean nothing to you?

You are no stranger to Alessio's attention whore self. Especially with his long missions and barely any time to himself. When you're with him in his apartment? He expects that to be reserved Alessio Arias time. So who the hell had the nerve to call you?

Shimada Takara. A friend of his too. Seriously, couldn't the pink fairy wait until the morning to tell you about her newest line of designs?

You look way too excited for his liking. The promise in your eyes so clearly said about five minutes. It's been seven. All babes do is lie.

He's not to be blames for his black lips tracing kisses down your collarbone. For his rough hands on your thighs while his mouth takes your tit straight in. Sucking down while fondling the other.

You shudder, buck. Cover your mouth with a hand and cast him a little look; only to catch beady emerald eyes glaring up at you through his lashes. Lips latched around your tit. You'd laugh if you weren't trying to hold back moans.

"Everything okay?" Your friend's chirp schools your stutter and you hum in agreement for her to continue her little ramble.

Still so stubborn? Fine. He pulls from your breast with an audible pop! - one you hope the line didn't catch. Didn't seem that way with how Takara continues her happy ramble.

You aren't even looking at him. The only acknowledgement he receives is a hand in his messy black hair while his lips trail down your nudity. Away from your breasts, over your tummy, to your thighs and before you know it — your head is hung back. Back lightly curled as you grip the phone for dear life and buck into his languid tongue.

He licks a fat stripe to your clit. Swirls his tongue on the sensitive nub before messily pressing kisses up your slit. Eyes fixated on you the entire time while you twitch and spill.

"Mmm . . . Kara, I think 'm gonna call you back."

"Oh! Everything okay?"

"Yeah - Alessio just needs me - for - a sec . . . love you bye -"

Oh you're gonna have some explaining to do. But that's for future you to worry about. All you can concern yourself with now is Alessio's face suddenly shoved into your pussy. Tight grip driving your hips into the sheets as his tongue so meanly starts fucking into you.

"Mngh, yeah baby? Worth your attention now?" He slurs into your cunt. Thumb on your clit and flicking horizontally until you're squeezing around him. Whining. Thankfully for you he's a forgiving lover. He'll let you cream his face as an apology.

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki . 

[tsams-and-co-memes]

Whenever TSAMS decides to introduce Rosemary (IF that's something they do), please, please, PLEASE let her be a chubby girl. If only even a LITTLE bit, it'd still be amazing

Don't get me wrong, I love the characters and their designs a lot. I really do. My only issue (for lack of a better word here) is that everyone is a stick figure. Minus Monty, when they're in their "masculine" body. Literally, everyone else is a twig. I adore them all and the show itself, and they've been doing really good in terms of LGBT related diversity, but like. Bruh. Body type diversity is a thing, too. There are more body types out there than just. Beefcake, barbie, twig, and Small™️

Where are the chubby people (chubby girls, chubby boys, chubby theydams, etc). The muscle women. String bean girls with no curves, noticeable bust, or noticeable ass. So on and so forth. I know there are more types out there, but my brain is failing me right now. You get my point, though

Again, just to reiterate, I love the characters and the show, I love a lot of the designs, and I don't have any major concerns or complaints about any of it. This post is sort of,, a lighthearted vent, I guess? Idk man

The show is great, the characters are very vibrant and wonderful, but. I'm a short, chubby girl, and it'd be a huge deal to me, if they introduced a character that I could relate to, on some level. Someone who very low-key struggles with positive body image due to not being "conventionally attractive," who learns to love and accept themselves over time would really resonate with me (and probably a lot of other people as well), but at the same time, even if we got a chubby character, and they were loud, proud, and confident as fuck, that would also be very, very cool to see

I just want a character that, on some level, looks like me. I'm not trying to be selfish or self-centered, or anything like that, and you can take the statement however you want, but. Yeah. End post, I guess

[cosmica-galaxy]

You know, I have a concern about the baby witch. Children tend to have biting habits, I speak from experience with my little brother. I know it's not intentional, but those little teeth hurt. Pure Vanilla and company would have to take precautions with the little witch biting as a form of affection and possibly biting furniture/fragile things.

Oh, when they were teething, they were a sugary furniture's worst nightmare. Sometimes Pure Vanilla would just happen to stumble upon benches, chairs, cushions, and other things that had bites taken out of them. Of course, he would try to ratify this and discourage the behavior promptly. To help with the teething process, he had a special tough jelly donut made that has a similar design in mind to teething toys. It's tough, soft, slightly squishy, and even has a sweet flavor to it. He gives it to the baby to help them "grow out their witch fangs" and it worked like a charm. The little one stopped biting furniture and other appliances once that need was met. Now, if they are using biting as a BEHAVIOR response, Pure Vanilla would consult some parenting books to see how to deal with the situation.

He learns and applies techniques that help discourage biting as a positive thing and instead tries to encourage more non-harming methods to substitute for the biting. Like patting gently or even rubbing their head against whoever they have those positive feelings towards. He puts in place a reward system to help encourage them not to bite. Such as saying a simple "no" or "that is bad" when they try to bite, which results in him taking away a treat for misbehavior, before giving them the opportunity to substitute what they wanted to do with something less hurtful; like a hug, pat, or nuzzle. In which, he gives them a treat and positive reinforcement to help them change their behavior.

It takes weeks of work on his part, but the biting eventually stops and they instead nuzzle, pat, or hug whoever they have positive emotions for. Pure Vanilla doesn't blame them in the slightest. He just thinks that it's a "witch thing" for them to try and bite cookies or eat sugary furniture or that it is some subtle "human instinct". Some TLC and guidance is all he needs to fix a majority of these behavioral issues in his adoptive child. After a month or two, the child will improve and will stop trying to bite or eat furniture.

[prettycottonmouthlamia]

I will say that in addition to toxic positively in fandom spaces there is a counterpart to it that I have repeatedly noticed. This was more immediately apparent in some spaces that I'm in like Magic, where it's fairly common to see people who complain about virtually everything under the sun, even in ways that are contradictory. It's something I've called "Communally Enforced Dissent" because it is usually a result of a desire to keep opinions about something...low. But maybe this is toxic negatively in the same vein.

I will admit to a rather bad habit of mine as of late: when I disagree with someone about something, I will actually usually some time later check in on them, usually popping onto their blog, to see if something has changed. I think that what motivates this is the desire to see people as...individuals who are not necessarily so invested in their opinions that they become obstinate: they are capable of engaging with a topic and its dialogue.

Like, for example, I think the most salient critique of Mon3tr's design is that it could be less cute. This is not necessarily a critique I find to be that important, but I can understand where its coming from. I can disagree but like nod my head that I think it is a salient critique. So I was curious on the opinions of a couple of individuals who I won't name here for the sake of not like causing trouble now that some time has passed.

Have their opinions on Mon3tr changed, now that there has been quite a bit of fandom discussion about the ways in which Mon3tr reads as very transgender, especially from many of the transfem bloggers in the community? As one of them put it, art should be debated and discussed. Are they doing that?

Well no. As far as I can tell, they've not even bothered to discuss the topic at all since then. That sentence I brought up was complaining about going onto the Arknights subreddit (L O fucking L sorry but I also lurk that subreddit and shit is dire) and getting downvoted for criticism, and it highlighted that these people don't...actually want discussion. Like if you want to talk about, for example and not an opinion attributed to any of the people I'm talking about, Integrated Strategies being a bad game mode, I can understand the frustration when you run up against the fact that Integrated Strategies is very popular.

I don't think it's a bad game mode. I do think it has problems, there have been design choices both in the past and recently that are concerning. IS5 in particular I think is not a very well designed version and I vastly prefer IS4. But if your goal is not to actually have discussion but batter me down until I agree with you, that's not actually a discussion.

I will say, and quite publicly, that there are reasons for disliking Mon3tr's design that are quite revealing of internalized misogyny. I do not think they are legitimate complaints and are actually people being very weird about women. But when it comes to like, the direction of the game and the story or about specific plot beats I can see there being a lot to discuss. I have a post constantly brewing in the back of my mind about Kal'tsit and how...well resurrection isn't an inherently bad plot beat. But I haven't made it because I'm primarily waiting on the content that either doesn't exist yet or is untranslated.

If you want Mon3tr to be more monstrous, I will disagree with you: I think that her character design is well supported all things considered. But I think that is a critique that is reasonable even if we disagree. Discussion doesn't result in everyone coming to a consensus with each other you know. :)

[hepburnandhepburn]

So true! Lack of academic context and historical understanding is abominable on this hellsite. Charlotte Brontë is not perfect (nobody said she was, in the first place, but being a female writer, one of the few and pivotal of her time, she's likely being held more accountable than her male contemporaries... *sighs* However, she's still, objectively and academically speaking, a great writer of Gothic Romanticism, and arguably proto-feminist literature). Also, people act like Charlotte Brontë was plain stupid for letting a 'mere' 18-YEAR-OLD isolated, deprived, ill-treated and impoverished (but well-educated) girl be stupid enough to not see all the red flags surrounding Rochester and Thornfield...?! Come on! Here's what Charlotte advised a female friend regarding the male specimen:

I know that if women wish to escape the stigma of husband-seeking, they must act and look like marble or clay - cold, expressionless, bloodless; for every appearance of feeling, of joy, sorrow, friendliness, antipathy, admiration, disgust, are alike construed by the world into the attempt to hook a husband. Never mind! well-meaning women have their own consciences to comfort them after all. Do not, therefore, be too much afraid of showing yourself as you are, affectionate and good-heartened; do not too harshly repress sentiments and feelings excellent in themselves, because you fear that some puppy may fancy that you are letting them come out to fascinate him; do not condemn yourself to live only by halves, because if you showed too much animation some pragmatical thing in breeches might take it into his pate to imagine that you designed to dedicate your life to his inanity. 

─ Charlotte Brontë writing to a friend who had been kind to a man she thought was married, only to have him fall in love with her because he thought she was flirting (letter dated April 2, 1845). (source)

I have said it before and I'll say it again: Today, people’s outrage concerning Rochester’s treatment of his wife is understandable, however if you dig a little in the historical archives about the inhuman conditions of mental asylums, dealing with a mentally ill wife at the time was like choosing between a rock and a hard place. Could Rochester have used his wealth and chosen a less brutish method than locking her up in the attic? Sure. Again, he's the quintessential Byronic hero, an anti-hero, and romanticized for his ill characteristics. Think of the fad "heroin chic" or James Bond, only set in the 1800s. The Byronic hero is a key to grasp the genre and era he is written in, not to be a paradigm of modern moral behaviour. Frankly, he induces more pity than anything, doesn't he? He's an insecure, moody, goth lil' drama-queen who is, frankly, hilarious and faulty to a fault. Just look at how insane Orson Welles' Rochester looks in the 1944 version of "Jane Eyre" - he stares Jane down like Sam the eagle:

Tumblr-wide understanding of Jane Eyre is so incredibly bad, I sometimes wonder how it’s even possible. So many people think Bertha’s mad because she was locked up? So many people think Jane married Rochester for financial security?

Like, regardless of what you think of the book or the characters or whatever, how can you read a book and not understand the plainest, most obvious basics of the plot?

[solidwater05]

I'm watching a video about a nuclear reactor in Minecraft and I understand the nuclear part better than the redstone part. What the fuck is a monostable circuit.

[vaguely-concerned]

the strength it must have taken for illario to not immediately go full 'lmao since when have you even had a kiss hello lucanis' sibling violence mode during the café talk. inspirational. rook and lucanis really were doing all that right in front of his salad huh

[airocats]

[jeaninelatragedia]

in alluding to a bunch of disparate points made by a large variety of people as a monolith you've shown how little you've actually cared to gauge the points people are making with any seriousness because of your preconcieved biases about the topic. again it's literally a non-issue if a certain segment of people is petit bourgeoise. the class doesn't hold an inherent moral characteristic nor does it command any particularly large or notable sway of economic power in the current system of capital. that isn't why we hold these discussions and make these points. the entire point is to be able to accurately analyze and act upon the contradictions that spawn from the varied interactions between multiple classes in order to unite humanity into a single class, ending class based oppression. this is why we need to talk about the tendencies and standings of all classes, and of all workers within classes. the amount of money a certain subset of a certain class* holds is not particularly relevant to the class analysis or to any sort of large scale economic analysis, frankly. but you're not using the standing of wealth of a broad category of "artists" as a real point of analysis. you're using it as a rhetorical tool to paint the people who are making this widespread non-personal class analysis as individual bullies you are allowed to be righteous and sanctimonious about making fun of. *and, as many of the people who are writing these takes have pointed out: no, no one believes that every single individual artist is part of the One Class Artists Belong To. an artist doesn't have to be an economic actor in the artistic industry, they just have to make art. there are hobbyist artists whose economic activities have nothing to do with the art they make. there are proletarian artists who work for companies, like animators working on studios or graphic designers of all stripes. there are artisanal artists, who work on contract for commissions. there are petite bourgeoise artists, yes, those that sell their own art as a commodity, managing it themselves. there are even bourgeoise artists, unless you want to deny the fact that walt disney and his contemporaries were making art, or were bourgeoise. [1]

i'm very glad we agree on the idealist and antimaterialist standing of many of the anti-"AI" artist movement. and i'm glad we agree that all industrial technological developments need to be managed and regulated, in some way or another. but you're putting the cart leagues after the horse. do you expect regulation of these technologies to be done by the government of the United States? do you think perhaps any legislation with any miligram of serious expectations of both being passed and benefiting anyone but the bourgeoise in the art industry would be passed by the United States Legislature? i'd hope you agree with me when i say that i don't believe that! so any point in regards to the current material state of regulation laws in any dictatorship of the bourgeoise, especially the US, is just not grounds to argue seriously and materially.

your last point is the one that concerns me the most. and i have no way to sugarcoat it: it's idealistic to the point of reading as basically conspiratorial thinking. burden of proof* aside, that point is 1. self contradictory, and 2. wildly reactionary!

*given that it is extremely easy to point out examples where such movements against nascent technological developments failed, i.e. luddites, i don't see why you would be asking for a "source" that explains all of technological history at once in good faith.

assuming without concedeing that the suppression of emerging technologies that put the interests of a particular industry at risk have been secretely and quietly carried out without the general population and historical records being aware of the campaigns of suppression involved, means that both this is not the case for "AI", which is quite widespread already, and that we would be living in a world where the plainly reactionary sentiment against technological progress [here used to mean the way technological developments interface with industrial elements] is, in the abstract, in any possible case, correct. that by your belief of how "AI" should be "fought against", it would be a good thing if this suppression of technological advancement had happened in the past too (which i again don't believe, because that would be an incredibly contradictory thing for me to believe as a historical materialist). and that sort of opposition to progress, of reaction in the face of the development of history, is quite literally where the term comes from.

my point here, broadly speaking, is greater than just coming into your replies and loudly disagreeing with you. it's clear to me that a lot of these arguments, from the overtly personal insulting of people making opposing points, to bad faith questions, to rhetorical sleight of hands to divert the conversation away from materialist analysis, are extremely common in basically all ideological discussions marxists need to take part of. so in this, i'm hoping to make a clear analysis of how that materialism can be reintroduced into a conversation in what i hope is a concise way.

sorry but i haven't seen a single marxist pro-"AI" post on this website that isn't utterly fucking braindead. calling broke artists desperately scrambling for any kind of security in an already historically insecure field "petite bourgeois" just makes you look like an out of touch asshole whose primary political goal is making fun of people you don't like

[valentine-cafe]

May I order an affogato, please?

(Afab reader)

An inexperienced reader who is obviously nervous and twitchy, mainly because you like him so, so, so much. But also you’re panicking because he obviously has experience (you love that he loves his kids), so what if you mess up or something with your inexperience? Maybe he uses his telepathy to figure out what’s up and helps ease your mind and anxious thoughts and feelings.

You just want to make him feel so good and so loved. You want to let him know just how wonderful and special he is, but you also need to get outta your own head before you can show him just how amazing he really is to you. Maybe once the reader is calm and relaxed enough, it’s a night filled with praise, love, and the occasional laughter that delves into moans that fill the room for hours.

-🎐

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : affogato !! . . . vampire ⊹ inexperienced afab reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕verse 781 ꮽ  vespasiano 781

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a charismatic, vampiric lieutenant. with years of experience turning his hair grey and a sharp eye

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... him with an inexperienced reader ⊹ cw ٬٬ smut . vesp guiding you through it <3 ⊹

"Sweetheart," he croons in that frustratingly gentle, irritatingly nurturing voice of his. Deep, lulled, as if designed to break you down. Paired with his large, warm hand so comforting on your stuttering hip? It's an unfair battle.

"I can do it Vesp - I can - " you rush out, thighs taut. So blissfully unaware that your lover can feel tense muscle, every nervous - not pleasured - clench of your heat. It's as if you forgot that you are indeed, riding him.

His grip abruptly steels. So easily he stops all of your pathetic little grind and leaves you limp on his lap. Forehead to his shoulder. Pants fan his collarbone. Relaxed only by thick fingers threading over your head.

"You're shaking." He murmurs.

"Well more than half your dick's in me —"

Your attempt of a joke only earns a sceptical brow arch and concerned emerald eyes. You bite down on your lip, frown, and cast your gaze down in shame. Have you ruined it? Is your nervousness obvious? Your clear inexperience and fumble about.

Within your mind's eye, you spin tales of how many partners he must have had. How easily they could have pleased him if they were in your position right now. Rather than bumbling around like a barely comprehensible rhythm.

He deserves the world. He deserves better. He's a grown man with three children — he shouldn't need to be teaching you.

"I don't usually peek into that pretty lil' head," you tense at the index to your temple. Wide eyes snap up to look into his softer, warmer ones. "But your thoughts aren't exactly quiet, you know?"

"Vesp —" shame swells like a whirlwind, and you break. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mess this up. I just . . . I just wanna be good for you." Your voice quivers into a whisper. You're just about ready to hide your face again if he didn't cup it. A calloused thumb strokes along your cheekbone. Years of violence, so soft when he has your delicate face in his grasp.

"You're young, sweetheart." His chest escapes a deep chuckle. You just miss the flash of guilt across his tired eyes. "You're not gonna know everything - y'know? 'nd besides, you make me feel plenty good." He mumbles into your lips with a few slow, affectionate kisses.

"Wouldn't still be hard inside you if not."

You hush a small laugh and swat his chest. He catches your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, before another to your brows. "You're doing so good tesoro. . . so good f'me. Don't worry too much, just feel, yeah?"

He parts from your hand, lips curled into a calm smile. "And if it's too much for you right now, we can jus' dress back up and watch movies for the rest of the night. Sound good?"

You could cry. The tears in your eyes are enough of a threat. After a moment of calming — aided by his two fingers stroking down your spine, you relax. Arms hook around his neck and it's your turn to feather kisses all over his lips.

"I wanna continue," you murmur, hips slowly rolling into his. A motion that leaves both of you a little breathless. "Wanna, just feel good with you. No more stressing."

His hand comes back to cup your face. His other so easily guiding the languid, sensual movement of your hips. His gaze hangs half-lidded while his lips litter yours. His deep groans mix with your whines, and he grins a little.

"Atta baby . . . just feel this moment with me. . . "

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki .

[blujaydoodles]

[kicks down the door] GUESS WHO'S IN A NEW CAMPAIGN

I'm playing as Indigo, my pirate! They were built to be uncomplicated for one-shots, so it's been kind of interesting trying to dig into them to see what else they've got going on as a more fully realized creation, haha.

From left to right: Indigo, circle of stars druid; Debello, Justin's water genasi whispers bard; Everett, @ragsy's human(???) warlock; Tooth, @zincbot's shifter warlock; Cassa, @pretttydemonboy's dragonborn barbarian (and fellow pirate!); and our guide, whose name was taken from them, who is one of DM @entropyking's NPCs!

We've played three sessions so far and y'all I love every single one of these guys so much it's ridiculous. Bunch of weirdos (affectionate)