#it feels weird to call ourselves mods if there's only two of us

[pbandjesse]

I realized early today that this is my last Monday off until the end of the summer. I think I did a pretty good job enjoying it.

I slept pretty well last night. Getting up was a little hard but I would wake up around 9 and slowly got myself out of bed.

I could smell that James was making crepes downstairs. I was very excited about that. I got dressed in my new linen house dress that I love. And went downstairs to spend the day with my husband.

I was correct about the crepes. They were so nice. Sadly the jam did not set up correctly. So instead we have some lovely strawberry syrup. But it's still very good and was great for the crepes.

James would try bruleeing their crepes. And they smelled very nice. We would hang out on the couch and I would knit a little and I was really happy.

I would be in a silly mood today. It felt so nice to just not feel burdened. We decided we would go out to take James's bike to the bike store. Just to get out of the house for a bit. So I put my flip flops on and off we went.

But as soon as we went outside I saw that the man delivering our new trashcan was outside!!! No one has ever been so excited to see this man. He had excellent gold grills and was laughing at me when I was going "oh my gawd. Is it the day??? Is it here?? The greatest day!!" And then he had to take a picture of me with the van to prove we got it. I made James also take my picture because I thought it was very funny. Jess says I should use that as my professional headshot for my resume.

We drove over to fells point to go drop off James's bike. And after they checked that in we would walk over to the goodwill.

I was riffing and telling jokes about all of the things we saw. My favorite joke though was when we say a "del fest" (Delaware festival) sweatshirt and I said James should wear that when Del works at the museum and when they come in they rip off their shirt and are wearing the del fest sweatshirt under it and I think that would be hilarious.

I would get one shirt I think will be so cute for the renfair. And then two shelves. I had $4 in coupons so that was exciting.

We passed a subway and they have sides now. That are a foot long. A pretzel, a cookie, and a churro. Which I think they should sell as a pack call a "yard stick". I am hilarious.

We went home and I spent a lot of time just chilling in the couch being sleepy. I was also feeling really dehydrated today. I am trying very hard to be more hydrated in general. I think I did a good job today but I will continue to make that a goal.

James would install two of our new hardware lamps. One of them sadly would not work but that's okay. We will keep trying. I was very proud of James for doing a hard thing! Electrical is scary!

I would rest for a lot of the day. I would move to our bedroom and take a long rest. James came and laid with me. But eventually I would take a daytime bath. I laid in the cool bathtub for a long time. I washed my hair. I scrubbed my legs. It was nice.

I laid in bed while my hair dried. But then I got an email that our garden beds were delivered!! Amazing. We would gather ourselves and went to pick those up.

There was a weird amount of traffic but we got out to Glen Burnie and it was all good. There was some confusion in the pickup area but we got our things with only a little waiting. James went to get a cart to carry the boxes and we loaded up the car.

We drove over to mod pizza. We got there right before it got very busy so that was good. I got a salad but I didn't like the dressing. So me and James split that. And I got cheesey garlic bread and James got a pizza with tomatoes and basil. It was nice just being together.

I got very tired again. We are going to stop at the grocery store. But James said if I wasn't feeling right we should go home, that it wasn't a waste of a drive like I was worrying. They were being very sweet.

When we got home I got cozy on the couch. And was out. I spelt for such a long time. I was having very strong belly pain and the sleep helps but when I woke up at 730 I was feeling very unwell. Drinking water helped. But I was feeling weird.

Eventually James would get me a Popsicle and came upstairs with me to chill. We are hanging out in the AC now. I put some outfits together for the week. And I'm feeling. Tired. Ready to sleep again. Hopefully in the morning I will feel all normal again. I felt so good this morning so it is a little frustrating that I fell apart on the second half. I needed the rest apparently.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Take care of eachother. Until tomorrow!

[tomixslefttoe]

Here’s some behind the scenes (quote in question is the last posted quote)

[fallenhero-rebirth]

Brain update

First, let me say that this isn't about what anybody has done. My reactions are not in proportion to anything that has happened, and might be considered odd, weird and sensitive to people involved.

So let me explain.

I'm an Aspie (what we call ourselves in Sweden), on the autism spectrum. Yeah, might have guessed that from the story I'm writing, Sidestep is not the only one trying to figure out how people work.

Over the years I have built up an arsenal of knowledge and analysis to be able to pretend to be neurotypical, something that I can manage alright most days, but which breaks down once you get to know me better. I'm open with this at my current job, and luckily both my bosses seem to be okay dealing with open communication and just telling me what I need to do.

It was not always like this, and that is one of the reasons why I had a breakdown and needed to get off discord/tumblr.

Back in the late nineties, I had finally got my dream job. I was a product developer in the food industry, part of a rather small department of middle-class academics. I was the new hire, everyone else had worked there for years, and things were going well. Or so I assumed. I got cool projects, got along well with one of the sales people, and well, my boss was weird but bosses always are.

Three years later. Our parent company wanted to sell us off, everyone was starting to get worried about their job. We tried to expand into things were weren't equipped to do (you don't bring spices into a fruit jam line, will be hell to clean) and while I did the projects, I also raised an (in retrospect) too big stink about the fact that we were wasting time developing things we couldn't produce without expanding. My boss (who I had learned was a devout christian) started to get really weird, I got called in and he wondered if I was a member of a cult (I was often wearing a headscarf at the time because pressure on my head is good for stress relief). I also got told off for wearing army boots to work (we had lab shoes in the lab), because (I kid you not) if we had danish visitors to the lab (we didn't have visitors) they could be offended since they had once been occupied by Nazis. Yes, at the time I was an Antifa metalhead/satanist, it was a very volatile time in sweden and nazis were everywhere. Now they're a political party, go figure.

It all came to a head when I was confronted with a folder one of the secretaries of the department had where she had written down every odd and strange thing that I did, and there were a lot of accusations of things I quite frankly blocked out. Around this time I was suffering from bad burnout, had memory loss, my hair was falling out and I lost two bikes because I forgot where I parked them. All because of workplace hostility.

So for the first time ever, I went to the company doctor, who immediately sent me on a one month sick leave, and gave a reference to a therapist. When I went and told my boss, his reaction was "It can't be anything at work," in a dismissive tone. I wrote my resignation right then and there, left the building, snuck back a Saturday to clean out my stuff so I didn't have to meet anyone. Luckily I was backed up by my union, so I got unemployment despite quitting, and the therapist helped me get back on my feet and hook me up with some antidepressants.

Still, I was a wreck for years.

At the time, I had NO idea I was an Aspie. It weren't talked about, the only thing I knew about Autism, was from the various portrayals in movies, and well, in the nineties you can guess. Rainman pretty much was it.

What destroyed me the most was not that people disliked me, I didn't like them either, we didn't have anything in common, and middle-class people always scared me. No, what broke me was the fact that my system failed.

See, I had built up myself over ten years into someone I wanted to be. Smart. Capable. Metalhead. Researcher. Activist. I thought I knew the rules. How to interact.

It turned out I knew nothing. People had been talking behind my back for years, and I didn't know. Getting annoyed by my ticks, and I had no idea. Nobody ever brought anything up to my face until it exploded one day out of the blue. This is why I have ranted about anons on this tumblr. This is why I have been so openly against passive aggressive posts and bullying, especially the anonymous kind, because it destroys people and I don't think the people who does it knows the impact they can have. I hope they don't.

I have never gone back to the lab. I can't. I'm having heart palpitations just thinking about it when I'm writing this. I retrained. Became a machinist. Back to the working class I came from. Eventually started writing.

And this is exactly what these last months have felt like.

I thought I understood things. I was pretty open with being old, an Aspie, not understanding memes, or humor, or tik tok, or certain aspects of people's behavior like jealousy, but the problem with joking about this is that it's so easy to take as just a joke. That I'm just making fun of myself (oh it's that too). I got advice from some of you, which I ignored, because I thought that I could be different. That there was no danger in getting close. That I could be just another voice in the crowd. An occasionally evil avocado. That this couldn't blow up in my face, that everything was cool.

And then it did. And I was wrong. And the talking started, and things were coming out that I had no idea that was going on. That I was being held responsible for. Opinions that were spoken in my name. Events I was supposed to have been aware of and supported. All of a sudden I was omniscient, aware of the true passive aggressive meaning of every reblog, aware of every post in every room in the discord I wasn't even running. Wasn't even a mod on. All of a sudden I had power, and I had used it to hurt people. The people I cared about. Everything I wrote was taken in the worst possible way, twisted into things I never meant, and the more I tried to talk to people, the worse it went.

Look. I know this was at heart a war between people that just doesn't like each other and the things they do/the ways they behave. I'm still not entirely sure who's been involved, and I'm not interested in finding out. I tried to build a supportive space, reblog everyone's art and fics, encourage people to make their own things, get a kofi, get some money, make some friends.

And herein lies my problem.

I thought I understood how to be, and now I don't. I have no idea who hates my guts and who doesn't (well, except some who has very vocally let me know). I can't trust anything. I can't trust anyone. And it sucks. Someone I trusted stabbed be in the back because they were convinced I stabbed them in the back and that sucks more than I can describe. Every time I make a comment on AO3 or twitter it's after psyching myself up for half an hour, and I'm usually a wreck afterwards, because my brain doesn't know if they hate me too, and if I am imposing on them and making their day bad.

So yeah. I need to figure out how to be. How not to have a nausea attack every time I accidentally click open tumblr from pure reflex, looking away from the screen just not to see how may messages I have.

I never wanted to be the aloof author, but maybe I have to be. The question is if I can. I have been told I can't comment on pics or fics, because then I have favorites. And that makes people jealous. And it makes people think I take sides. I have been told I can't be on the discord, because then I will be held responsible for what the mods do there, and everything that's said even when I'm not around. I should apparently have someone manage the tumblr, it's not something that I, an author should do.

I now understand the authors who just stay away and remain distant, because people give themselves the power to write the narrative for you.

Part of me wants to tell people what I've told my current bosses, don't assume, just talk to me. I don't pick up/do passive aggression, I don't understand hints, I have trouble with nuance, I don't listen to gossip, I don't interact enough to know anything that's going on. Just ask before assuming.

Except that right now I can't. I can't talk about any of this. It's too close. It sets me off. It's getting better, sure, I'm on medication again, but the smallest thing still can ruin my entire day. I have no idea how long it will take me to recover and come back to some semblance of normality. I'm not posting this myself (my partner does). Writing is going well, because it lets me not be myself. I need those walls again. The therapy of writing about pain.

I'll rebuild them. I'm not entirely sure who I'll be on the other end of it. We'll see.

I have consciously not spoken about any details because those could be misunderstood, this is not a passive aggressive callout to anybody. I have no hard feelings towards anyone, I am not angry or upset, just confused and sad. I am truly so very, very, very sorry that I've hurt people, both by action and inaction. It was never my intention. I will do my best to do better in the future.

Still working on how to do that.

[wthelvetica21]

🔗💀Linked Souls

in the Digital Cabaret’s lobby

All four of the Mystery Skulls investigators found themselves in a calmly lit room with skull decor. It was quaint to say the least. There were also musical instruments like guitars and old fashion keyboards on the walls as well like it was a recording studio. All of them were laying on the same large circular sofa with two tables.

Lewis: What… The hell… just happened…? Guys?

Vivi: Just a few more minutes okay Lew. I swear… mar 

Vivi rolled back sleeping with her plush turtle that she kept in her backpack before they headed out.

Arthur: (yawn) Can you keep it down… Whoa OH HOLY SHIT! Where are we guys? This can’t get any weirder man.

Mystery: *soft barking* (I must keep a low profile for now. I have a feeling that we’re not… in our world anymore. I sense four none hostile souls and least one that’s harbors some justifiable apprehension towards us.)

Lewis is the only one who could hear Mystery via supernatural telepathy.

Lewis: Huh? I hear voices from outside… 

Lewis along with Mystery and Arthur put their heads on the double doors to listen in.

Teenage Male Voice: I don’t know if this is a good Idea Doc. They seem sketchy as hell if you ask me. Especially the ghost rider reject in particular.

Calm Female Voice: I’m sure hun, my tombsona can since people’s intentions right away. They seem to be looking for someone or something whom was involved with the murder of the young man in the suit who has become a ghost. It’s all I could glean however. But the dog though.. is odd… He’s not a threat to us but that might not be his true form.

Suave German Voice: He could be a lycan… What? It’s possible since that ghost is particularly one that still has his body. 

 Mystery: *tilts his head* (A lycan? As in a werewolf? He also knows that Lewis is a special case as well.)

Softer Male Voice: … 

Strangely Familiar Voice: What’s that Armstrong? You think that we should meet them one by one? Maybe 2 by 2 would work better. I would rather meet them later… I’m still having a hard time processing this whole situation. I just woke up after all.

Lewis: Wait?… Is that the? (Is that the guy singing in that weird dream from earlier? Could it be that comatose guy who was begging for help? It’s modulated a bit but it’s that voice I heard. I just know it.)

Mystery: whimper (Lewis? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You know that voice?)

Lewis: Uhh… I could’ve sworn I heard his voice before. (he said softly)

Calm Female Voice: Don’t worry cher. We���ll go first. Come on Rust since you’ve been itching to meet them.

All three backed up from the door so they wouldn’t get hit.

Teenage Male Voice: WHAT!? Why the hell me? Why not Tesla, Armstrong, or even your… Hey don’t give me that look. Dammit okay fine… let’s meet them already. (mumbles in Spanish)

Lewis: Tch… (Yeah you’re already gonna be a pain in the ass from the get go. Must be a high schooler or somethin’.)

Strangely Familiar Voice: Wait! I changed my mind. I’m very curious about these people from another universe.

The double doors open and two individuals come out. One was a woman who had discolored blue skin with glowing neon blue paint. And she had flowing hair that acted like willow wisps. She also had the attire of a stage magician with some witch doctor elements. The most noteworthy thing about her was the navy blue mask with glowing cyan eyes and outlines that took up most of the top portion of her face. She could even be mistaken for a ghost like Lewis. 

Vivi: OMG, she’s… so… cool! Oh man I wish I had that classy outfit she’s wearing. I could match with Lewis for once.

Mystery: *tilting his head groaning* (She’s certainly someone Vivi and Lewis could get along with very well. Maybe she patched us up from that elevator.)

Doc: My name is Doc or you could call me Ms. Doc for convenience. I’m the drummer for The Living Tombstone. Next to me is zero_one. He’s our keyboardist and composer. He also does the vocals as well.

The other individual was a tall svelte man who was shorter than Lewis but slightly taller than Arthur.  He looked like he was wearing a skin tight jump suit with yellow circuit lines with an orange fade to them. In the center of his torso is a rectangle that looks like a microchip with a heart beat indicator. He also was wearing a helmet that had a plume of golden orange hair made out of plasma and a pair of headphones. But what really caught Lewis’s attention was the LED skull with a bolt shaped crack on the right. He recognizes him as that guy from that dream he while he was passed out on that mining elevator. Almost immediately both of them blurted out…

Lewis & zero_one in unison : Do I know you from somewhere? But how?

Lewis : Hold up… Um Hey… (Aw man this shit just got weird already.)

zero_one : Uh… Hi there… (Oh… awkward.)

Arthur: Welp… This just got awkward and weird fast. What is going on here man? You recognize the dude with the mohawk?

Lewis : It’s a… 

Rust: Oh that does it… I’m going in. What flying fu…. oh… This is already got a weird vibe. Who the hell are you people anyway? AND You… yes you the ghost rider reject how do you recognize our front man hah?

Lewis : growls (Great another asshole with a green motif. But he’s some kind of punk who’s just got outta high school). 

sigh (trying to contain his anger) I’m not sure, I just seen someone like him that’s all…

Stoping the young man in biker attire with the green skull mask from lunging at Lewis was a slightly older gentleman who’s color scheme was similar to Lewis’s. He had the attire of a mad scientist with a winter hat.

Tesla: Can you not be hasty Rust for just a moment. They are not a threat to us remember. Herr Geist (german : Mr. Ghost) I still have so many questions. How did you find the elevator to this universe?

Lewis : Umm… (Who the hell is this guy? He looks like he just stepped out of an anime or a game or something.)

Long story short but it may sound batshit crazy ; we were chasin’ a dismembered gang green arm with a single black eye. Did ya’ll see him.

Rust: uhh… what? What kinda story is that? You must be tripping on something really strong to come up with that.

Behind the slightly befuddled young man in the green was a larger skull faced man with a burnt space suit who’s glowing red. He looks like he’s trying to calm things down before a fight breaks out between Lewis and Rust. 

Armstrong : … signing (I believe we all need to calm down first before we get our stories out there. I’m Armstrong gentlemen, lady, and… dog. You hail from another universe?)

Lewis : Huh… good point sir. (Why do I know what he’s saying even though I don’t know sign language. This shit really couldn’t get any weirder.)

Lewis then gives a paraphrased version of what Armstrong was saying to rest of the Mystery Skulls gang. Doc explained that Armstrong has tinnitus but can still play the guitar very well despite that. His tomesona can also give some form of synesthesia to compensate for his hearing loss.

Rust: (shakes his head in disbelief) Fine whatever. Names Rust, don’t ya’ll forget it. I do the vocals and rap.

Tesla: Guten Tag, my name is Tesla Herr Geist, Chicken with Mechanical Arm, Mysterious Dog, and Liebshen.

Lewis : *groan of frustration* (Oh that’s effing lovely. He better be usin’ that word as a term of endearment and not trying to flirt with her. But at least he isn’t an annoying little punk like the green one.)

Vivi: Oh how rude of us not to introduce ourselves. We are the Mystery Skulls ; we’re paranormal investigators. I’m Vivi Yukino, I’m the researcher of the group. But my day job is at a used comic book shop called TomeTomb. Oh I also know how to play electric guitar.

Tesla: Oh is that right Liebshen? Very nice indeed.

Armstrong : … (puts both of his thumbs up for approval and nodding)

Doc: Huh, TomeTomb(soft chuckle) what an interesting name. And you are young man?

Arthur: I’m Arthur Kingsmen, I’m just the mechanic of the group and I’m not as interested with this paranormal crap as much as Lewis and Vivi. And I work with my uncle Lance at his auto repair shop called Kingsmen repair. Also I play keyboard and actually own three keytars as well (he said proudly). Ha they almost costed me an arm… and a… (nervous chuckle). Yeah, the arm is a different story though. (he said sheepishly scratching his head.)

Rust: Well it must have… literately. Holy shit man, three of them? Talk about overkill.

Lewis could see zero_one light up like a kid in a candy store as soon as Arthur mentioned his keytars. He could feel this feeling radiating in the core of his locket ; its joy. He then sees zero_one approach Arthur like someone who was reunited with a long lost sibling.

zero_one : Three keytars? (in rapid secession) What brand are they? How did you get them? What year were they made? Do you have any pictures of them? 

Arthur: (he had a smile that the rest of the Mystery Skulls gang haven’t seen in months) Really? I have a 1980s Casio, a late 90s Korg, and an early 2000s Yamaha. I had some connections back then and I usually find them used online even though they were still…kinda expensive. And yeah I have pictures of them on my phone, you can come and look if you want.

The Orange-Yellow color coded duo sat next to each other like they just got a new hand held game and rambled on and on about mods and midi plug ins for keytars for a good 20 minutes. Lewis wished that he didn’t go into that cave in the first place. The relationship between Arthur and zero_one was not just like two long lost brothers but it was like his friendship with Arthur before this whole third wheel and ghost thing ever came about. Lewis felt a small pang of guilt before getting interrupted with a question.

Lewis : sigh… (At least Arthur is feelin’ better already after all the shit I put him through. Maybe comin’ here isn’t going to be that bad after all. Just Maybe…)

Rust: Who’s the dog though? Gotta say though he kinda looks badass with the red and black.

Mystery: *shrugs in embarrassment* (Yabai. (Japanese: Oh Crap.) Maybe I shouldn’t show my true form now, maybe wait til they are ready or Vivi or Lewis mention it.)

Vivi: Oh his name is Mystery. He’s our mascot, sorta. I know he isn’t a ghost like my boyfriend over here.

Tesla: Boyfriend ha… Oh well, but you could do so much better then…

Doc: Tesla stop. Lewis is Vivi’s beau, just leave it be. There are other women you know…

Tesla: Uhh. Gut, I’m a man of honor.

Lewis : (Oh sure you are hat guy.) 

Okay then, I’m Lewis Pepper and I’m more the guy who handles the heavy equipment in our paranormal investigations. My day job is waiter and chef at my adopted family’s restaurant “Pepper Paradiso”. I also play violin and I am a train vocalist.

Rust: Oh… really? Come on zero_one, me and you, let’s nock this amateur down a peg or two.

zero_one : You’re kind of putting me on the spot here Rust. Lewis did say he was trained, maybe you should’ve not called him that.

Lewis : (narrows his eyes) (Oh, I’ll knock this Rust punk down a peg or two.)

 Oh really Rust. Alright I’m game but just you and me. Mono a mono. Let the best vocalist wi…. huh?

Then a feeling comes over both Lewis and zero_one that made both of them and harmonize a beautiful arpeggio that brings all the room in awe. Rust was drowned out by both of them because he was just as shocked as everyone else in the lobby.

Doc: Oh honey, both of ya’ll voices are like two angels. And you thought he was an amateur Rust?

Rust: Well, damn I’ll admit it, you and zero_one won on this one. For now.

Armstrong : … signing 

zero_one : interpreting for Armstrong : Well since the introductions are out of the way, I believe you said something about a dismembered arm earlier. Is that the reason why you stumbled into our universe?

Lewis : Well yeah, it said it lead us into a trap or some shit like that. It was also working with someone or something else that wanted to do all of us in. 

* Loud Alarm *

A I Voice: Warning security breach detected. / Subject identified as a green dismembered arm that has already made entry into timeline v. / prerecorded transmission from the multi-universal edge by Helvetica. 

Helvetica: Something has just breached the reality layline. Sending distress signal to prime universe about Null’s escape. Butterfly effect radiating towards other divergent TLT timelines. Three inter-universal ones from the prime timeline. At least three no… it’s five from the universe MSA (Mystery Skulls universe). I’m making my way to timeline v as soon as possible. End of Transmission.

Lewis : Welp… I can see things have gone to shit already. At least we know where it is now. Might as well go looking for it but we’re do we even freakin’ start huh?

Tesla: I’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise you. My prime self told me about this Null character but… what is it doing at this time period I wonder? Poor fraulein Helvetica sounds like she can’t handle this on her own. She might be proto_type’s student but even a student needs some extra help. We should worry about the four ones from our universe first before the one’s from our visitor’s universe.

zero_one : Wait? There are people from Lewis’s universe that crossed over to this universe too? What’s going on here?

Tesla: It’s most likely a butterfly effect like the distress called mentioned. Oh I believe we already have a lead or two, that’s gut. Really gut.

A I Voice: First sightings found downtown at High May’s Junior, Le Macabre Dance club, and Toriyama’s School for the Arts.

They decide to split up into teams to not only look for the possessed arm but for at least three people from the prime timeline in TLT’s universe.

 Mystery, Tesla, and Vivi are going to that Toriyama Art school in Japan since Vivi is fluent in Japanese. Lewis is thankful that Mystery is with her if Tesla tries anything.

Arthur, Rust, and Doc decide head to that Le Macabre Dance club which is in Puerto Rico. Rust apparently knows his way around there.

While Armstrong, Lewis and zero_one head towards a popular hot spot on San Francisco’s Yvette district; more specifically a hole in the wall bar known as High May’s Jr. Lewis decides to go there alone since he can change his form at will unlike Armstrong or zero_one but has agreed to meet up with them later once they found whom ever they are looking for. Armstrong thinks he’s way too conspicuous to be seen in public and decides to rendezvous with this Helvetica woman who made that distress call earlier along with zero_one.

End of Transmission

Lewis :  Well. I still have my ID and all. But I don’t think it’ll matter all that much. I swear this whole thing with timelines , butterfly effect and shit makes me feel like I’m in a very anime video game. Was something like Blaze blue or whatever? Or someone’s fanfic… Umm… Nah, that’s fu_king bonkers.

[protag-rantaro]

"Confusion and Familiarity" Prologue [PART 2]

Written by the amazing Mod Tai!

Darkness surrounded him.

Where am I?

He opened his eyes, but his vision stayed blurry.

What happened?

He tried to move, but he quickly realised it was impossible. I'm locked inside something?

he pushed the door in front of me as hard as he could. It took a few tries the door opened and he stood in a classroom.

"Classroom?" He talked with myself, carefully inspecting the room, trying to remember how the hell he got stuck in a locker in the first place. 

Well- it doesn't really matter now, does it?

A rumbling interrupted his thoughts, he turned his head towards the second locker and in less than a few seconds another person stumbled out of it.

He rushed over. "Are you alright?" he asked and offered his hand to the other person to help them get up.

Wait-

"W-Who are you? Where am I?" the person started panicking and refused to take the hand offered in front of him and rather pushed himself back against the lockers door.

Something feels wrong? Did this happen already? It feels familiar…

"Hey, did we already meet somewhere?" Rantaro asked bluntly and Shuichi started thinking. 

"No, no- I don't think so, but something feels wrong" he confessed with his finger pressed on his chin.

"Ah! I'm Shuichi Saihara, Ultimate Detective! Nice to meet you…?" Shuichi reached out to shake Rantaro's hand.

"I'm Rantaro Amami, Ultimate- eh? Hmm, to be honest- I can't remember my talent..." Rantaro stopped in his tracks, confused.

Why can't I remember my talent? Something is definitely wrong, but what? Hm, maybe I don't possess a talent at all?

"Oh, you can't remember? Hmm, maybe it's because of something that happened before we woke up in these lockers?" Shuichi pointed towards the lockers with a serious expression and Rantaro shrugged. 

"Maybe, but if that's the case then- what happened before?" Rantaro thought out loud and this time Shuichi shrugged and walked towards the door.

"Let's go out of here and look around" he suggested and Rantaro agreed without hesitation.

The two boys walked through the seemingly endless hallway. Rantaro tried opening ever door they passed. Sadly, without much success. He sighed frustrated.

Why is every door in this building locked? Can't it be easy for a change?

Rantaro complained in his thoughts, not showing any of these emotions on his face and kept going, until they found a weird looking dragon statue in the hallway of the school.

"Hmm, interesting" Rantaro thought out loud. "I wonder why the statue is placed in this hallway and what meaning it has" he continued and carefully, but curiously stepped closer to the statue to inspect it. 

"You're awfully interested in that statue, Rantaro" Shuichi commented and stepped closer as well. 

"Are you secretly a detective as well?" he asked and Rantaro tilted his head to the side and thought for a few seconds.

"Hmm- no, I don't think so" he answered in the end and smiled apologising.

They turned around to leave, but to their surprise stood a blue haired girl in front of them.

how did she even get here? I'm sure, she wasn't here before! Seriously, what's this? Anime logic?

"Hey?" he called out, but she didn't responded.

"Heyyy?" Rantaro gave it another try, but again- no responds.

"Excuse me, miss!" Rantaro stood in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Are you alright?" he gently shook her shoulders and she blinked once, twice-

"That you would start shaking me- that was truly unexpected! I thought if I ignore you, you would leave" she explained, her expression calm and neutral.

Isn't that a bit rude? And I was worried about her not responding- oh well…

"But you seemed worried about me, that was kind of you... so let's talk now!" her voice and expression changed so fast that Rantaro blinked in surprise, but he shrugged it off and smiled.

"What do you want to start with? My favourite Doraemon episode is 53! The one with security cameras and target practice and-!" she started talking, but Shuichi quickly cut her off.

"How about we start with introducing ourselves? I'm Shuichi Saihara, Ultimate Detective" he started and Rantaro continued.

"And I'm Rantaro Amami, Ultimate- Well, I can't remember my ultimate talent, sorry about that" he scratched the back of his head and chuckled a little embarrassed.

"Oh, my name is Tsumugi Shirogane. I'm the Ultimate Cosplayer!" She placed her hand on her hip and smiled nicely. 

"And you can't remember your talent, Rantaro? That's too bad! I was really curious to know, since you surprised me with your actions right from the start" Tsumugi placed her hand on Rantaros shoulder this time.

"I'm sure, you will remember someday" that's all she said, before leaving. 

They both looked back at the dragon statue.

I wonder what she was thinking about while staring at this statue- guess I have to ask her later.

"Hey, Shuichi I think we will be faster investigating this whole building if we split up" Rantaro suggested and Shuichi nodded. 

"You're right" with that Shuichi left as well and Rantaro kept exploring the school and tried opening every door he could find and this one time- he was successful!

Rantaro walked into the room and was greeted by a boy yelling "Wait for mee!"

What is this? the toddler group?

"Please stop! Don't come any closer! I'm going to call the police!" the boy in white is chasing that other boy in funny clothes. 

"Aw, c'mon lemme touch your body a little~ I always wanted to have a robot friend!" the eyes of the boy in white clothes sparkled and he jumped up and down in excitement.

"Stop this! It's robophobic!" the boy in funny clothes turned towards Rantaro and pointed his finger at him.

"Are you another robophobe? Just to let you know I have a recording funktion. If you make a robophobic remark- I will see you in court!" He kept pointing at Rantaro with a judging look and he raised his hands in defense.

"Actually, I just wanted to know your names?" Rantaro laughed and the robot's eyes widden in surprise. 

"Ohh, I am K1-B0, the Ultimate Robot! But please, call me Keebo!" Keebo smiled happily and reached out his hand to shake Rantaro's. 

"Nice to meet you, I'm Rantaro Amami! To be honest I-" Rantaro got cut off by the boy in white clothes.

"That's not fair! I want to show off as well! I want to introduce myself too! I'm Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader! and by the way, Rantaro don't step too close to Keeboy here- I learned the hard way that a robot's breath smells like gasoline!" Kokichi stated and placed his hands behind his back, waiting for an answer. 

"My breath does not smell like gasoline! I'm powered by electricity! your remark makes no sense!" Keebo was obviously annoyed by Kokichi and sighed in frustration.

"Nihishishe~ I know that! I was only kidding~ but of course you wouldn't think it's funny, robots can't understand humor anyway" Kokichu played with his hair, while obviously making fun of Keebo. Rantaro sighed. 

They kinda reminds me of my sisters- 

Rantaro shook his head. That's not the right time for that.

"Don't you dare mock me! I have studied the whole history of stand-up comedy!" Keebo protested, but Kokichi only laughed more.

"Well, maybe you should have watched it instead of studying, Keebo?" Rantaro commented and Keebo gasped offended.

"That's- That's! Urgh! You know what? Nevermind! But let me tell you this- I was created by professor Idabashi, the leading authority in the field of robotics… he installed in me a strong AI capable of maturing like a human brain, that's why, when I was created, I didn't knew anything, I was like a baby and the professor raised me! That means I am just like all of you!" Keebo stated proudly and to be honest? Rantaro was impressed and listened carefully, but Kokichi didn't seemed interested at all.

"Hey, do robots have dicks?" Kokichi asked with a mischievous expression on his face, stepping closer to Keebo. "Dooo theyyy?"

"I'm not going to answer such questions!" Keebo yelled, before leaving as fast as he could and Kokichi hurried after him. 

They are weird, but they seem pretty harmless. They remind me of little kids.

Rantaro chuckled to himself, before leaving himself and decided to visit the warehouse next.

"Dammit! Where is it?" a blonde girl groaned in frustration. 

What is she doing there? Seems suspicious.

She turned around and gave him a knowing look. "Hah! I can identify pervs on sight! And you definitely fuckin' are one!" She pointed at Rantaro, but he only shrugged it off.

"Maybe, you should introduce yourself, before pointing at someone and calling them a perv- by the way, I'm Rantaro Amami" he introduced himself and smiled at her.

"Huh? S-Seriously? You don't know me? I'm the gorgeous genius whose good looks and golden brain will go down in history! I'm the one and only Ultimate Inventor herself- Miu Iruma!" Miu ended her small speech, but she continued talking like there was no tomorrow.

"I can make all kind of gadgets- ones that let you type while you sleep, read while you sleep, eat while you sleep! And now you ask yourself- why? Because I was inspired after I realised how much time we waste while sleeping!" Miu explained and it seems like she got some criticism for her do-while-you-sleep inventions judging from her performance.

"Wow, that's amazing though! You're right- people really waste a lot of time while they sleep!" Rantaro was impressed by Miu's invention ideas and smiled at her. She took a step back, not knowing how to react to that. She didn't seemed to be used to such praise.

"Oh right! You were looking for something earlier- what was it? Maybe I can help you find it?" He suggested with a friendly smile, but Miu looked annoyed.

"Are you dumb? In this kind of situation I gotta find some meds cuz I wanna trip my fuckin' balls off! I want to set my mind free and forget this shitty situation as fast as possible" Rantaro stared at her in disbelief.

What the hell

"Are you crazy? You can't use drugs to get high! You really shouldn't do that, especially not in this situation!" Rantaro crossed his arms and looked displeased. 

"EHH! I won't do it! Really, I won't! So stop being m-mad at me" Miu quickly apologised and Rantaro blinked in surprise.

There is a small line between genius and insanity, but I'm not sure where to put Miu yet…

Miu and Rantaro parted ways and he kept investigating the big warehouse, until he heard more voices from the back.

"Nyeh, are we stuck? What a paiin" 

Rantaro looked around the corner and found two girls talking with each other. One was very small with red hair and tge other one had a big green bow-kinda thing in her hair.

"Oh, I haven't told you yet, Tenko- prepare to be amazed. Fall to your knees. I am Himiko Yumeno, the Ultimate Mage!... But officially I'm called the Ultimate Magician" the short, red-haired girl presented herself with a lazy pose and well- lazy voice as well.  The other one clapped excited.

Ultimate Mage or Magician now? There's quite the difference y'know?

"Please, tell me more!" the other one, Tenko, said with shiny eyes. 

"Alriight, what a paiin- People are keeping my magic a secret by disguising it as a tricks and because of that… I became famous all over the world for performing tricks, but- but I'm not a magician! I'm a mage… nobody believes me..." she sniffed a little and the other one hugged her.

"It's fine, Himiko! I BELIEVE YOU!" she suddenly yelled as loud as she could and Rantaro almost jumped in surprise,but he decided that hiding isn't a good idea in this situation.

"Hey- I believe you too, y'know" Rantaro walked around the corner and waved with his hand. "I'm Rantaro Amami, nice to meet you Himiko and… Tenko, right?" He scratched the back of his head.

"Ah, yes! I'm Tenko Chabashira! HAIYAH! The Ultimate Aikido Master and I will protect myself and Himiko with my Neo-Aikido!" Tenko quickly finished introducing herself.

"Neo-Aikido? Do you mind explaining? I have never heard of it-" Rantaro asked curiously and Tenko didn't hesitated for a second.

"Neo-Aikido is an original form that my master and I completely made up ourselves!" she explained and he gasped a little.

"Really? That sounds amazing!" Rantaro answered, but Tenko didn't reacted the way he thought she would. 

What's with the scary face?

Rantaro looked at her confused and Tenko only groaned annoyed. "I don't like being praised by degenerate males"

"degenerate males? Do you mean men? Are you uncomfortable around them?" Rantaro asked worried, but Tenko shook her head.

"It's a bigger problem than that! If any degenerate male tried to touch me my reflex is to grab them and throw them across the room!"

"Across the room? Can you really do that? that would be really cool! no wait, I mean- hm nevermind, forget it! I don't want to be thrown across the room or worse!" Rantaro held his hands up in defense and laughed awkwardly, but Tenko only chuckled. 

"You didn't do anything wrong- until now" she gave him a warning look and both, Himiko and Tenko, left.

Rantaro did too shortly after.

Where should I go next? Hmmm...

[script-a-world]

Pylon Bios (An Update, with New Pylons)

Hello, lovely followers of script-a-world!

Please allow us to introduce ourselves! We haven’t had any sort of about-the-bloggers page available before, and now that we’ve added more to the team, we’re seeking to remedy that!

First of all, we call ourselves Pylons. What the heck is a pylon? Well, outside of this blog, it’s an upright structure for holding up something, usually a cable or conduit. When this blog was started more than a year ago (whoa), the group chose the word Pylon to describe ourselves collectively, as a fun little nickname. Whee!

Without further ado, meet the Pylons (and Mods)! (in alphabetical order)

Brainstormed: Hey there, call me Brainstormed, and you can find me at @thunderin-brainstorm. Any pronouns will do. I'm a student, illustrator, and world traveler. My home is in America, but I'm rarely there for more than a month at a time, so feel free to ask where in the world I happen to be! Worldbuilding has been my hobby for quite a long time and I'd love to give you some tips and tricks that I've learned, or take your idea and turn it on its head to perhaps show you a new perspective. The many projects I've developed have been lifesavers for me, as they allowed me to harness my Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder and use it as a positive tool for creativity. Aside from drawing and daydreaming, I spend a lot of time biking, hunting for cool rocks and bones, binge reading any scholarly article that catches my eye, and memorising completely useless random facts that I spout at any given moment in lieu of remembering actual important information.

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Constablewrites: My name is Brittany, and I'm a California girl living in the Midwest. I use she/her pronouns. I've always loved stories with rich and detailed worlds, whether in movies, books, games, or something else entirely. I'm the kind of writer who will spend hours researching to confirm a minor detail. Naturally, I not only write SFF, but my recent projects have all required worldbuilding on more than one axis (like multiple types of magic, or time travel on top of historical) because i am apparently something of a masochist. I'm a walking TV Tropes index and a whiz at digging up random useful knowledge, both of which come in handy as a Pylon. Other random facts: I'm a trained actress and singer, I used to work at Disneyland on the Jungle Cruise (among other attractions), and a laptop held together with duct tape is responsible for my day job in tech support. I blog about writing as @constablewrites and about random things that amuse me as @operahousebookworm.

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Delta: Hi! I’m Delta and I can be found @dreaming-in-circles or @thedeclineofapollo (writeblr), and I love sci-fi. Like, a lot lol. I work in NEPA compliance for a civil engineering firm in the USA, and have a lot of experience with infrastructure, bureaucracies, biology, and space (for unrelated reasons). I spend a lot of time haunting the astrophysics wikipedia pages, and my current all-consuming project is a novel that is angling to be about 150,000 words (at current projections). Can’t wait to hear your questions!

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Ebonwing: Hi, I’m Ebonwing. I’m currently studying IT in university. I’m a writer and worldbuilder, and sometimes a worldbuilding writer or a writing worldbuilder. I gravitate towards fantasy, though I’m not going to say no to the occasional stint in scifi, and as I’m also a giant language nerd, I enjoy making conlangs for my creations. Other than that, I’m also an artist and indulge in any number of other crafting hobbies, and if I’m not doing any of those things, I can probably be found playing video games.

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Feral: Hi! I'm Feral, and you can find me @theferalcollection (if you enjoy feminism, socialism, or over-analyzed fiction) or on my writing blog theferalcollection.wordpress.com. I'm a Southern girl who likes fancy dresses, mint juleps, big hats, and using being-underestimated to my advantage. I work in the interior design industry and am currently in school for industrial design. I have previously earned degrees in comparative literature and theatre & drama. I'm a big nerd who really likes school. I've been world-building since before I knew it was a thing and writing almost as long. I’ve written mostly fantasy but the past couple projects have been science fiction. I'm ridiculously in love with the idea of being an astrophysicist but don't feel like learning calculus, so I just read about science a lot. My hobbies include martial arts, drinking too much coffee, and tabletop games.

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Lockea: Hello! I’m Lockea. You can find me all over the internet as @lockea or LockeaStone. I’m a leaf on the wind who currently enjoys the SoCal sunshine in Los Angeles where I work as an engineer and data scientist. I love street fashion (especially Lolita) and making jewelry. I have two kitties, Theodore and Cecelia, and I volunteer at the local animal shelter as a cat handler and adoption counselor. I know way too much about cat behavior, honestly, and will yap your ear off if you let me.

Worldbuilding wise, I have a deep affection for science fiction and I’ve consulted professional science fiction writers on developing technology and worlds through the explanation of science and engineering. My engineering specialization is extra-terrestrial  robotics, so if it has to do with space, planetary science, or robotics -- I got you. I’m also a fan of politics and really like developing political and socio-economic systems in fantasy and sci-fi worlds.

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Miri: Miri here, with my main tumblr @asylos and my writing tumblr @mirintala. I am a Canadian Pharmacy Technician by day and a small time ePublisher and gamer of many types by night. Mostly wandering around the Internet helping to organize events in the FFVII tumblr fandom (modding at @ff7central and @ffviifandomcalendar), and stumbling around within the Borderlands of Pandora. I use she/her pronouns.

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Symphony: Hey, I’m Symphony! Use whatever pronouns you feel like, any work. I’m currently living in Michigan with my fiance, and in-between jobs but I want to go to nursing school ASAP.  My favorite genres in fiction are horror, sci-fi, and really anything that holds my interest. In my own worldbuilding I've always felt myself most interested in developing societies on the macro level (politics, diet, customs, stuff like that), and the more esoteric, strange parts of my world. I like to make a place feel lived in, with secrets that may never be found and people who seek them out.

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Synth: I’m @chameleonsynthesis on Tumblr, but that’s a mouthful, so just call me Synth. Any pronouns work. Born and raised in Canada, but living in Norway as of autumn 2007. Looking back, I’ve been worldbuilding since at least the age of four (in my early thirties now, so yeah), with a predominantly science-fantasy bent. I’m of the artsy creative type, with way too many projects on the go at any given time, and enjoy long walks through Wikipedia and getting caught in TV Tropes. The best thing is when I stumble across some strange factoid that can justify aspects of my many weird alien species. Stupid Synth facts: I have dual Canadian and Norwegian citizenship. My legal name contains a letter that does not exist in the English alphabet. I can curl my tongue into a cloverleaf shape, and wiggle my ears. My day job is musical instrument repair. I play French horn in a concert band, trombone in a jazz band, and don’t practice my flute or piccolo near as much as I should. Outside of band rehearsals and my job, I volunteer at the local cat shelter, work out at a gym, and attend events at my city’s newly established makerspace.

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Tex: I'm Tex, and you can find me on tumblr @texasdreamer01. Most of my hobbies are centered around fandom and worldbuilding for it, though I also like cooking and reading up on fiction and non-fiction whenever I have the time. I'm currently studying biochemical engineering, with a slant in nanotechnology and its medical applications, so I need to know a bunch about the different types of sciences, as well as projecting for the development of future fields.

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Utuabzu: Hi, I’m Utuabzu, I previously was part of ScriptMyth (RIP) where I tended to take the lead on Mesopotamia and Egypt related asks. I’m most of the way through a Bachelor of Linguistics, e parlo italiano und ein bisschen Deutsch. I have a deep and enduring interest in the history of the ancient world, particularly the ancient Near East, and I’m also a bit of a nerd for politics, which is helpful when it comes to worldbuilding. My random 2am research binges have resulted in my knowing a lot of odd things. I enjoy travelling and experiencing other cultures, however as I am Australian this unfortunately requires flying, which I hate a great deal. I expect to one day be crushed beneath a pile of my books. It is a demise I am ok with.

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Wootzel: Hi, I’m Wootzel, or @wootzel-dragon! I use she/her pronouns. I’m a recent college grad trying to figure life out. My favorite thing about worldbuilding is making things as realistic or pseudo-realistic as possible, and finding a justification for everything. Sometimes, this is also my least favorite thing about myself, because it can make things very hard! But, it can also be really rewarding when I get things to work out in a way that I enjoy.

My other hobbies include reading lots of fanfic while neglecting physical books, starting ambitious sewing projects on a whim, and wondering where all my time goes on a daily basis. I have changed major a few times, and I am still unsure about what I want to do with my life, except that it’ll always have writing in it somewhere.

[yogpetshame]

“Interview” with a Sjin Mod

Special project today, a series of conversations in ThatMadCat’s discord with a former Sjin mod (they might beg to differ, but I digress). I wasn’t actually present in any of these conversations, they were mostly spurred by some guy called Allosaurus - 

Do you think I spend any time talking to you people? Don’t flatter yourself.

Anyway, commendably they don’t ban Allosaurus when he initiates conversations about how Sjin is a pedophile. But rather, Sjin’s Discord and Twitch moderator, Sieopolitan, runs her mouth willy nilly every time he is brought up. 

What follows is one conversation from October, and then two much more recent discussions. I’m going to do the conversations in order, but I will remix the order of the posts for readability.

The results I think you will find enjoyable. And I’ll drop links to the unabridged conversations at the end.

I’m writing this part before I get to the rest but I already know this is going to be VERY long, so here’s a once-in-a-blue-moon Keep Reading.

So, here’s the start, our main players are Sieopolitan, the mod, and this fiesty dude Allosaurus. Green names are moderators, the more red-toned your name is the more you post. I think.

Allosaurus obliges, and the rest of the conversation takes place in a different channel, where he welcomes Sieopolitan first.

Every time this guy posts I swoon. Unfortunately, I’m going to abridge him a lot in the interest of time. Just know for the most part he’s the one who was asking these questions.

Here’s topic one:

Why does Sjincord still exist?

Boy-oh-boy. This is already on my nerves.

Keep in mind, Sieopolitan admits here that Sjin fucked up. That’ll come up later.

I mentioned this before, I believe, but I also mod a Discord community. Larger than MadCat’s server, and Sjincord. And it’s older.

And if we experienced a moral, structural failure on the scale of Sjincord, and couldn’t delete or commandeer the server, we’d ban everyone and then ban ourselves.

This “they are my family!!!” line is bullshit. Make a new server. Puppy appreciation club. If they’re actually your family, and not a half-assed dependency, they would go with you.

Given you could move somewhere else, why don’t you shut Sjincord down?

Tell that to Caffcat’s discord mods. Allosaurus explains that that’s hardly an excuse when Caff’s team stopped modding for him and closed the server.

Sieopolitan... dodges the question.

Woosh, question dodged. Line for line: Claw was passive but yes, they did what they needed to to apologize for their role in unwittingly aiding Caff. Sjin using the server is not relevant. It’s a Pedophile-Theme Server. Full of people who like a pedophile. Sieopolitan, head deep in the sand, is unsurprisingly one of those people who thinks Sjin just chatted up a few consenting adults. But I guess we all should have known that. And yes, “Sienna” is gonna call out someone who hasn’t done anything to her. Because that’s called empathy for the people he has predated on and it’s the job of the mod.

Everyone in Sjincord has an extremely good reason to walk out.

What do you believe, Sieopolitan?

Sieopolitan thinks Sjin got fired for flirting.

I feel like we need Lewis to come forward and say, we wouldn’t fire people for flirting, that’s stupid. You get fired for sexual harassment.

Hell, Hannah doxxed a child and never actually got the axe. But he you think Sjin got fired for flirting? But...

Haven’t you seen the screenshots? Or any of the stuff former Yogscast moderator Mighty_Claw had seen?

I’m confused as to why you think Sjin got fired for talking to people and yet Mighty_Claw and JaneDash seem to have, not just screenshots, but firsthand experience with the contents of the reports people made. Even “Skylan Torchwick,” with the stupid name, was apparently worth enough to see Caff’s text messages. Why are you out of the loop on what Sjin was fired for?

My personal theory is that Sieopolitan may have even been sent some of these reports and was helping to silence them, because that seems to be the only possible fucking way on Earth you could be in such a position of trust and still stick to the “official” line. Why are you relying on Lewis to know? How are you this out of the loop? Why are you relying on screenshots? Aren’t you Sjin’s mod?

How can you take such a hard line stance in favor of a pedophile when you seem to know the least of anyone?

Oh okay, it’s fine when you’re blinding yourself.

Aren’t you jeopardizing future victims?

Why? Why have faith? You claim to expect future contact with the man! Why all the hope and faith?

He’s been doing this bullshit for eight. Fucking. Years. He got a warning already in 2016. How many second chances does he need, exactly? How many female bodies do you intend to let him walk over?

Anyway, skip forward several months and we’re talking about Sjin streaming.

Yay... redakdal is back...

Isn’t it weird that Sieopolitan expects to talk to Sjin about how he wants to stream, and isn’t thinking at all “Oh, if he’s going to talk to me, I NEED to ask him if he is in fact a pedophile because under these circumstances I would NEVER EVER RISK MODDING FOR A PEDOPHILE?”

Like, how is this conversation going to go?

“hi after months and months away it’s me sjin the p- i mean sjin the totally not a pedophile”  “glad to hear it how do you want chat to go”

And not

“hi its me sjin th-” “Are you a pedophile” “what haha :3” “I can’t mod for you if I don’t know what you actually got fired for, or else the guilt will follow me for an eternity.” “haha i was flirting :3″ “you got fired for flirting” “yeah haha :3″ “Go fuck yourself.”

How is this a response?! Sjin is not your family. If I had an actual flesh and blood pedophile in my actual family I report them to the police and never talk to them again. And if the various British incels in your shitty dead Discord would all go away if you took a stance against pedophilia, then good fucking riddance.

So why is protecting Sjin even necessary if you and your incels are such a close “family”?

You’ve kept a closed mind, as I said before, because there is no way in hell this information couldn’t have been given directly to you if you had asked for it.

I mean, fuck. I’ll call on any former mod, Janedash, whoever. I bet you could reach Sieo and give her the skinny. And I bet she would not listen to you.

It’s not a special server. I’m sure that’s something every angsty fucking teenager on earth wants to say, “Oh, they’re my real friends, they helped me,” but if your friends enable a pedophile, fucking walk. And then maybe take an introspective look at yourself and wonder why you got helped by the pedo-helpers.

Why are you ignoring advice from people who know more than you?

Oh, I can see that. You take it seriously by worrying about what mode to set his chat in when he comes back.

Allosaurus quote out of context, just because I like it.

So you feel no imperative to protect anyone from Sjin?

Again, explain that to Caff’s moderators. This is not a valid excuse whatsoever. Allosaurus has good suggestion:

Yogscast employees knew Sjin was up to this pedophilic shit for the last eight years and didn’t move on it. They received many of the same reports in July 2019 they’d already seen in 2016, and even 2013, and they received the report that Turps got fired for two years before they were forced to acted on it.

They have a very, very long track record of ignoring the fuck out of fireable behavior, and as seen below, Sieopolitan appeals to some mystery entity within the Yogscast who is reputable, when Lewis has been here the whole time, abiding Turps and Ridgedog and Sjin and stifling all reports.

And Sieopolitan, I expect, will keep on running.

Anyway, that’s all I got for now, as promised the full caps will be below. If you pick out anything from them you want me to talk about, you don’t have to try and send me the screenshot, just quote from it and I’ll pull it myself.

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[lesbian-ed]

So I’m a lesbian, almost ALL of my lgbt friends are bi/pan/queer. That’s fine of course, but there’s these two friends that almost find it weird I identify as a lesbian? They’ll talk about how no one is truly gay or straight, or talk about how sexuality is fluid and ALWAYS look at me. And there’s been odd comments like “idk lesbian is such a restricting label, shouldn’t be used” and.. I don’t know. It makes me feel like they don’t think I’m a lesbian or that Im allowed to identify as one

Before I start, I think it's worth mentioning lesbian is a descriptive word, not a special club or identity one can opt in and out of... Even if you called yourself pan but were still exclusively attracted to other females, you'd still be a lesbian; just as if you called yourself a dog you'd still be human, because that, like sexuality, is also just an immutable biological reality. The definition of "lesbian" is a female exclusively attracted to other females, and that's that.

Currently the word "lesbian" is being coopted and distorted by males, and thanks to the trans movement, when used by actual lesbians (aka homosexual females), the term "lesbian" has become a dirty worthless word.

Just yesterday, I myself had to sit down through a bi woman boasting about "liking people, not sex/gender", as if that were more morally sound, or made her a better person than homosexuals (in case there's any doubt, any comment of the "hearts not parts" sort, especially when aimed at homosexual people who've established their sexual orientattion, is homophobic as shit and a way for bi people to feel extra special). My response? "I like people too, I just have standards. I'm a lesbian."

She had no response to that, because she thought she'd established she was better than me, but I stood up to her and didn't let her get away with her shit.

I know these people are your "friends" but please know that bi people can and ARE homophobic, just as homosexual people themselves can be homophobic. Being qu**r, pan, whatever, doesn't make them untouchable to society's heteronormativity, and don't be fooled, saying all lesbians should be "open for" dick is fucking heteronormative as hell, as well as misogynistic and homophobic.

I don't see anyone telling their hetero friends their sexuality is not abrangent enough. In fact, I also don't see a whole lot of people saying being a gay man is "restrictive" and "people shouldn't identify as that". ESPECIALLY: I do not see "transbians" (trans identified males who think "lesbian" is a fun term to slap around, as if any lesbian in the history of humanity has ever been sexually attracted to any male, regardless of their clothes, transition stage, or pronouns) being called out for identifying as lesbians. If men can call themselves lesbians, why can't women??? (Tip: it's misogyny and lesbophobia specifically which leads to liberals thinking the only real women are trans identified males (transwxmen/nb males) and the only real lesbians are heterosexual.)

The trans and qu**r movement we have at the forefront right now is completely phallocentric and phalloworshipping, and wants to completely destroy very important and useful concepts such as WOMAN and LESBIAN. Don't let them.

We women need the word lesbian in order to be able to understand there are other people out there who are like us, to understand there is such a thing as sorority, something besides our physical biology women can share throughout all cultures. You are not alone as a lesbian, and the only people who would have you think otherwise are homophobic.

We are out here, we exist, and we cannot allow ourselves to be silenced by this gender bullshit. Females are females, males are males, and if everyone else can name their sexuality, I don't see why we shouldn't be able to.

If y'all wanna talk about a useless term, let's cover "pan", which is just "bi" with a large pinch of pretentiousness.

Anyway, all the power to you sister, and if you can and feel safe doing so, stick up for yourself. Call people out!!! I find that these assholes are never prepared to have someone completely debunk the bullshit they're spewing.

Next time they say "lesbian is restrictive" tell them "I feel perfectly free calling myself a lesbian, it doesn't restrict me at all, as I am already exclusively attracted to women." Next time they say "lesbian is a useless word/shouldn't be used/is archaic" say "I find it perfectly describes my sexuality, so I don't understand where you're coming from with that comment."

TL; DR: Friends don't walk all over you, or try to shame you at every chance they get just for being yourself. This isn't being woke, it's being an outright dick. You deserve better, and if these people can't see that, it may be time to find new friends. Lesbian is not a dirty word.

Good luck, bud.

/Mod A

[morlock-holmes]

This anonymous article from the Washingtonian, (Which is apparently... a magazine? Of some sort?) “What Happened After My 13-Year-Old Son Joined the Alt-Right “ was being reblogged on my dash a few times and looking at some of the notes a lot of people were calling it propaganda without saying which side they thought it was propaganda for.

I think a LOT of people were so swayed by the “One Concerned Mom Speaks Out!” tone of the thing that they kind of missed the actual narrative.

I mean... If anything it’s kind of propaganda in favor of the alt-right, isn’t it?

Here’s how the author of the piece sums up the inciting incident in the story:

One morning during first period, a male friend of Sam’s [The author’s son] mentioned a meme whose suggestive name was an inside joke between the two of them. Sam laughed. A girl at the table overheard their private conversation, misconstrued it as a sexual reference, and reported it as sexual harassment. Sam’s guidance counselor pulled him out of his next class and accused him of “breaking the law.” Before long, he was in the office of a male administrator who informed him that the exchange was “illegal,” hinted that the police were coming, and delivered him into the custody of the school’s resource officer. At the administrator’s instruction, that man ushered Sam into an empty room, handed him a blank sheet of paper, and instructed him to write a “statement of guilt.”

No one called me as this unfolded, even though Sam cried for about six hours straight as staff members parked him in vacant offices to keep him away from other students. When he stepped off the bus that afternoon and I asked why his eyes were so swollen, he informed me that he would probably be suspended, but possibly also expelled and arrested.

Later there’s more, but basically the school authorities double down, Sam’s parents decided that if the authorities were that cruel and insane Sam needed to be in another school, and so they transferred him. Sam then starts getting into 4chan and reddit alt-right communities, who explain that what happened to him happened because of feminism gone crazy.

So, as a slight aside I have always thought since I was in high school myself that this kind of zero-tolerance, authoritarian crap is particularly cruel to inflict on growing children. A boy Sam’s age is trying to differentiate himself, see himself as an individual, and the authorities come in and go, “It doesn’t matter what you think, it doesn’t matter why you did what you did, we will never care about that, we see you as a type and there is nothing you can do to convince us otherwise.”

This message would be incredibly dispiriting to anybody, but particularly to children.

Contrast, meanwhile, his experience on Reddit:

Soon Sam stopped trying to convince me to join his brave new world. He was so active on his favorite subreddit that the other group leaders, unaware that he was 13, appointed him a moderator. Among his new online besties, this was a huge honor and a boost to his cratered self-esteem. He loved Reddit and its unceasing conversations about the nuances of memes—he seemed in love with the whole enterprise, as if it were an adolescent crush. 

...

Eventually, Sam had to give up moderating for the most practical of reasons: Eighth grade ended and he was packing for sleep-away camp. He would be offline for a month and would need other mods to cover for him. To ask for help, he had to out himself as a kid.

Sam and I both laughed about the absurdity of the situation, though he admitted he was nervous he’d be exiled from moderating. I asked him to read me the responses to his message. They were all of the “Dude, you’ve got to be kidding me” variety—one of their most sophisticated and reliable colleagues was a middle-schooler heading off to Jewish summer camp!

Later, it was my turn to be surprised: They all contributed to a going-away gift for Sam and mailed an emoji-themed fidget-spinner to his bunk address.

Faced with new information that Sam has broken the rules, his school imediately brands him a predator, threatens to arrest and expel him, and responds with undisguised hate.

Faced with new information about who Sam is, his alt-right buddies are shocked, but then reiterate that they still care about him and value the contributions he has made to their community, and get together to express that to Sam.

I’d like to make a little list of what Sam gets from the alt-right in the narrative:

A group of people who have shown that they will support and value him, even if they find out new things about him.

People who listen and care about what he has to say

An explanation of what, exactly, happened to him and why.

Ideas about how he can protect himself and others from having that happen again in the future.

Allies and support for enacting those ideas.

His parents, by his Mother’s own admission in the article, were only able to provide fumbling efforts to provide protection from that particular school’s administration. His parents and their politics were totally ready to say that taking all that stuff about cucks seriously was pretty weird and dumb, his mother is totally ready to counter any statistics his alt-right buddies might have, but is completely and utterly unequipped to provide any of the other stuff I listed up there. There’s a moment where Sam explains to her what he and his friends think happened:

Sam pledged fealty to the idea of men’s rights because, as he said, his former administrator had privileged girls’ words and experiences over boys’, and that’s how all of his troubles had started in the first place. I’d never in my life backed the “masculinist” cause or imagined that men needed protecting—yet I couldn’t help but agree with Sam’s analysis.

The mother’s politics didn’t actually equip her with an alternate explanation of what happened; rather, she has to concede that his explanation makes sense, and having conceded that has no idea what to do with herself.

In fact, as the article ends she is only vaguely starting to come to grips with the fact that Sam needed the kinds of support I listed above:

“All I wanted was for people to take me seriously,” [Sam] repeated matter-of-factly. “They treated me like a rational human being, and they never laughed at me. I saw the way you and Dad looked at each other and tried not to smile when I said something. I could hear you both in your room at night, laughing at me.”

I struggled for a moment because I wanted to tell him that wasn’t true. But I couldn’t deny his accusation. Behind closed doors, when my husband and I thought our children were asleep, we had often vented to each other about Sam’s off-the-wall proclamations and the bizarre situation we found ourselves in.

So I told Sam simply that I was sorry for making him feel bad.

I still think about his words a lot, especially when alt-right figures headline the news. But mostly, I wonder how I could have tried so hard to parent Sam through this crisis and yet tripped up on something as basic as not making my own kid feel small.

By the end of the article Sam is disenchanted with the Alt-right through, well, it’s not totally clear. The author of the article, by the end, seems to understand that Sam needed at least some of the things I outlined up there, but it’s not clear to me if she views the fact that her own politics were completely unable to provide them as an actual problem.

In fact, it’s not clear to me what she believes her politics are actually for. I know, I know, it’s not a philosophical article, but the question of “How much power do public school administrators have over their charges and what can parents do to counter them” is a nakedly, inarguably political question; after all, it’s about how a state-run institution should be run. And rather then turning to her own left-wing beliefs to contextualize and fight this decision, her solution is that her family has enough money to put Sam in another school.

Now, I’m not criticizing this decision, I think it was probably difficult, even brave. But it’s noticeable that her left-wing, non-culty politics don’t seem to have much to offer the next Sam, a Sam whose parents might not have private school tuition sitting around in their bank accounts. 

In fact, she seems to regard the fact that Sam’s alt-right buddies were able to offer up compelling narratives and give him hope of implementing a solution and reasserting his self-worth as, well, cheating. Isn’t that cult-like behavior? Politics aren’t actually supposed to help the Sams of the world contextualize the things that happen in their lives, and when they do, it’s awfully sinister.

This seems to be part of something that has heavily infected the American left. It’s a kind of unspoken philosophy that says, “Politics is for solving major problems, the rest should be handled elsewhere.”

Even when a question overtly connected to Mom’s politics crops up in their life, her politics have literally nothing practical to offer any of them. Her left-wing politics are correct it doesn’t matter if they’re helpful.

This is what I keep trying to get at when I say people are missing the point with Jordan Peterson. Yeah, a lot of what he says sounds factually rickety to me as well, but, well, when I spend every day wondering why I can’t seem to get my life together, simultaneously dreading it AND feeling like there’s no point in trying to change, how does having a more correct view of lobster biology help me out with that?

I mean, I’m not saying it can’t, I’m saying people won’t even connect the two. Look at the reviews of 12 rules and people will usually grudgingly admit that his self-help advice might be useful, but really, it will tend to rile up exactly the wrong kind of person, and anyway, what does any of this have to do with politics?

This is what I keep trying to get at about effective altruism, as well. It’s not that it’s wrong, it’s that by its very nature it will never be about providing me, personally, with any help, because it’s focused on stopping rogue AIs and mailing out malaria nets, fine causes but notice that, while Rationalists see “How can I stop a super-intelligent AI from destroying us” as a solvable problem “How do I make the kind of friends who will spontaneously check on me if I sound like I’m sick?” is completely insolvable.

To the extent that my existing faculties haven’t already made it happen, unfortunately there are no clarifying frameworks or advice better than, “Well, it’s hard.”

Rationalists are better about this than generic leftists but I also feel like that’s a low bar. Answers to the question “What can I do to concretely improve my life, and, for that matter, why should I even bother, what’s the point?” are becoming ever more disconnected from left-wing thought, and most of the concrete attempts to answer these questions are coming from the right.

I actually don’t think this is good, incidentally.

[thenightling]

Running a Gothic Horror Facebook Group during the autumn... (Not as pleasant as it sounds)

I’m getting kind of annoyed at the behavior of some (not all, obviously) people in my Gothic Horror Group on Facebook.  It seems every year around October I get an abundance of new members and that’s great.  It’s the Halloween season.  That’s when people feel spooky.   But then come late November I find myself having to thin the herd.

First there are the creeps who think Goth girls are easy.   One man who had been friends with me on Facebook for a few years decided now would be a great time to flirt with me.  On November 3rd he sent me the message of “I am a Gomez without a Morticia.”  I suppose this is kind of sweet and makes clear the sort of romantic / Gothic relationship he’s seeking but I chose to pretend to be oblivious at what he was hinting at.  

Yesterday that same man saw I had uploaded some new photos of myself.  As I live in a deadzone I don’t have a functional cellphone so the camera I use to take photos of myself is attached to an old laptop.  The best lighting in the house is in my own bathroom so that’s why the photos aren’t exactly great.   And why so many of my photos look similar.

However this “polite” and “Friendly” man decided to message me with “I noticed you wear the same dress and pendant in all your pictures.”  Well, for starters.  I’ve never taken a photo of myself in a dress.  I’m sure someone has one someone but I’ve never loaded one to Facebook and it would be at least ten-years-old.   I just like a particular style of shirt and often wear dark colors or black.  In fact the Shirt I was wearing in the new picture was less than two months old.  Also a few of my photos have me wearing a garnet pendant.   Others wearing a pentacle.  So no, not even the same pendant in all my pictures though I do admit I wear my pentacle often.

Needless to say I was angry.  How Could I not be?  He thought he was being polite and friendly.   Gee... And you wonder why you can’t find your Morticia...

I chewed him out and he apologized and told me a weird sob story about how he was abducted by his mother and her boyfriend at age twelve with only a TV as his window to the outside world until he was eighteen so that’s why he has such poor social skills.   Despite the utter unlikelyhood of this I chose to give the benefit of the doubt and forgave him.   He asked me to post on my Facebook wall that we were cool now.  And that made me lose it again.  I wasn’t quite not-angry anymore so I went off on him again about how his statement hurt me.   So he decided to “unfriend” me until I calm down but chose to haunt the groups I run anyway.   I had him removed. 

Then there are those who criticize EVERY slightly off topic post.  “How his this Gothic Horror?”   Well, how about YOU find some actual Gothic Horror content so I don’t have to supplement with scifi, fantasy, and comics.   Also most of what they bitch about not being Gothic Horror actually IS Gothic Horror.  I had one member insist there’s nothing Gothic in Buffy The Vampire Slayer!   (TV show, not movie.)

Then there was the “white knight” who decided to argue with me, insisting that Beauty and the Beast is Stockholm Syndrome and that it’s “dangerous” and “stupid” to believe people can change because it’s akin to condoning a violently abusive relationship because he might change.  Even though I had gone out of my way to repeatedly say I don’t believe anyone should stay in an abusive relationship though DO believe we are capable of changing ourselves as individuals.  There is such a thing as personal growth.  Even changing your mind about something, admitting you were wrong, is a form of change.  

Well, after he called my views stupid and dangerous I ultimately removed him but then his friends (all of them, also, male) came to his defense and how I should respect his opinion, that he has a right to his opinion.  Opinions are like preferring chocolate ice cream to strawberry.  It’s not getting away with calling the group owner stupid and dangerous for liking Beauty and The Beast and believing we can better ourselves.  If we stop believing people can change for the better, we might as well stop believing we can grow.   If you decide you’re not a good person but don’t believe people can change, where does that leave you?  It leaves you with a mindset unwilling to even try to improve yourself and become a better person.   We have to believe in change, for our own sakes.  

 Next we come to the spammers.   Not only did I gain new spammers but they had blocked me and the other admins so I had to pull out my “secret mod” and give them temporary admin power to remove the person.  You see, when a spammer blocks an admin we cannot see what they are posting.  This is a very unfortunate and dangerous security flaw on Facebook.

Someone else (who actually was a horror fan) thought it was a good idea to block me, probably because I was “posting too much” ON MY GROUP!

Then there was the person posting links to a pro-suicide group, not realizing I could translate the non-English text that described what the group was about...  (How were they getting away with this on Facebook!??)

Someone else with a  “Dark sense of humor” was posting some off color things.  I scolded him. He decided that “For the sake of the group” he’d leave.   I hadn’t booted him, I hadn’t told him to leave.  He decided to do it himself.   THEN he sent me at least TWO private messages about leaving the group and hoping the group would be better off without him.  I told him he was over reacting over something minor and he said “Funny, I felt the same way.” And proceeded to heavily hint that he wanted me to ask him to come back.

NO!  You leave, that’s your own choice.  I don’t beg anyone to stay.    Especially someone I barely know on my own Gothic Horror Group.

Then we go over to my Horror comics group where for months I had to deal with someone’s “off color” sense of humor and “dark humor” about deliberately ruining the childhoods of modern kids (by letting their over-zealous mothers keep them away from Fairy Tales and Disney princesses as “sexist” because it’s “Funny.” This is something I’m strongly against.  I do not agree with keeping kids from fantasy or classic literature just because cultures have changed).  Meanwhile if I post ANYTHING at all from Channel Awesome or The Nostalgia Critic, from a review of Blade or Tales from the Crypt: Demon Knight he would go on a tangent about how EVIL Doug Walker is and bring up that stupid Cancel Channel Awesome Manifesto, in some righteous rage.  SHUT UP!  I don’t care!  He’s never wronged me or anyone I know and I don’t automatically assume guilt in any situation!

Finally I got fed up and removed this member.

And then there’s a friend, a friend who is in both groups and who I let get away with posting one too many of his anti-SJW / “progressives” rants (he uses the quotation marks, not me).  Saying things like he hopes all progressives die, to which I have to remind him yet again that I AM liberal only for him to suffer an apparent medical emergency so I feel bad for yelling at him.   EVEN THOUGH His “Hahaha suck it, “progressives!  Hahaha!” (about the Joker earning a billion dollars) was in both groups and attracted angry political zealots from both sides of the spectrum.  And I had to remove those people too!

It turned out his “Progressive” post had become the sample post when anyone searched for “Horror comics” so people leapt to conclusions about what the group was about.

And though on another group this is worth mentioning.  Someone on a group I’m in posted a funny meme about someone correcting Dracula’s pronunciation of “Vant” into “Want.”   Someone else chimed in by telling him it wasn’t funny because the REAL Dracula would just tear out the person’s throat and only a pussy Twilight vampire would care about something like that.  

I pointed out that in the Dracula novel he does care about his pronunciation and wants to sound English.  He even uses this as part of the excuse to keep Harker in his castle. I also broke it to him that the mindless predatory vampire of things like 30 Days of Night were also the result of Twilight in a phenomena I call the polarization of the pop culture vampire where you get one extreme of the pretty boy vegan who hates what he is or the mindless predator.  Dracula is neither.   I happen to like the Frank Langella version of Dracula from 1979 because he was predatory yet romantic.  He liked what he was yet he was charming.  He could rip out someone’s throat while also being charismatic.  There should be a balance.

Instead of realizing he was mistaken he accused me of being an OFFENDED (he used the caplock there) Twilight fan who was “Triggered,” called me a snowflake, and went on a rant about liberals.  Thankfully most of that group (a Universal monsters group) came to my defense.  There were a few that assumed he was right because they seem to immediately react to things like “lol Triggered!” to mean (without even looking at the content that the person must be wrong.       

So if you’re wondering why I’m so high strung and in a bad mood lately when I’m checking my own facebook groups, yeah... This is why. 

[vulpinmusings]

Ski’tar and Friends part 9: From Frying Pan to Fryer

This week, Ski’tar, 6, and Vemir finish the Dataphile job and get started on the next faction’s task.

Premiere part

Antecedent part

Our meeting place for swapping the old hacker’s new identity for the data she unwittingly stole was Zetembi Park, a public space in the Eye that has been carefully groomed to resemble a natural forested area from lost Golarion.  It’s full of trees, meandering paths, a couple of small rivers, and other details that serve equally well to help one forget they’re on a giant space station and to create plenty of places for clandestine meetings.  Old Lady Hacker was waiting for us at the end of a bridge over one of the rivers, and everything seemed fine until we were about halfway across the bridge.  Then, Vemir and my drone both noticed unexpected movement in the bushes, and as we continued our approach with heightened vigilance, three goonish-looking humans appeared and started threatening the old lady.  The Bluerise Tower corporations had finally tracked her down and sent these three mercenaries to reclaim their data.

Since we also had a vested interest in obtaining that data, we trotted up and challenged the goons.  At first we put on the act of simply being concerned citizens stepping in to help a poor old lady who was being harassed, but the goons were not to be intimidated.  Their orders were clear and their paychecks plenty high enough to make them confident they could handle a three-armed Kasantha, a robot man, and a little rat.  Our group and theirs traded insults and threats until the goons finally decided to make a real fight of it.

After a brief opening salvo of missed pistol shots from Sixer, my drone, and one of the goons, I tried to lob a grenade behind the goons to frag them without hurting any of us, only to fumble and drop the ‘nade off the bridge.  The explosion of water was pretty, but harmless.  One of the goons grabbed Old Lady Hacker and started to drag her off, while Vemir and Sixer engaged the other two in melee combat.  Vemir tried to do some fancy knife trick, but only managed to score a light hit on his opponent and took a baton to the face for his trouble, which cracked one of his goggle lenses.  Vemir did not like that at all; he’s got a Tradition about hiding his eyes on top of the species-wide habit of covering his mouth.  Covering his exposed eye with one hand, Vemir forwent trickery and focused all his efforts on stabbing his guy with his recently acquired venom spur.  Sixer took a sword to his opponent, who responded with trying to shoot Sixer at close range.  I shot Sixer’s target a couple times to keep him off-balance while I circled around to get at the goon dragging Old Lady Hacker away.  My drone tried to contribute, but its aim continued to prove faulty.

One tactical knife to the arm was enough to convince the hostage-taker that he had a higher priority than getting Old Lady Hacker away.  His counter-attack was pitifully easy to duck under.

Sixer’s opponent decided at this point that the risk to his life was not worth the money he’d been paid, so he disengaged and started to run off.  A moment later, Vemir succeeded in stabbing his guy with the venom spur, and that goon also decided enough was enough.  Sixer pointed out the risk of the goons going for reinforcements, so I backed off from my opponent just enough to toss a second grenade into the path of the escaping goons.  The explosion was marvelous; the two runners were reduced to bloody gibs, and the shrapnel spread far enough to cut the third guy’s arm off and blow out a kneecap along with other serious wounds.  I called my drone over to point its gun threateningly at the remaining goon as I posed with a third grenade and offered the guy a chance to leave and seek medical attention if he promised not to go crying back to his bosses.  He gladly took up the offer and crawled away in the most tortuous scene ever.  I almost considered putting him out of his misery despite my promise, but he was out of sight before I made up my mind.

Aside from some blood splatter, Old Lady Hacker was in perfect shape and in surprisingly high spirits. She waxed nostalgic a bit about how the fight reminded her of similar encounters back in her youth, until I handed over her new ID to get her back on track.  Once we’d finished briefing her on the details of her new life and the circumstances of her false death, she declared that she would stay at the Lorespire Complex for a couple of days to let the heat die down.

So, after all the work she put us through because she didn’t trust the Starfinders to keep her safe, she ends up doing exactly that.

We escorted her back to the Complex and presented her and her data to Historia-7.  Historia recognized Old Lady Hacker’s name instantly, and the two hit it off like old friends.  They downloaded the stolen data to the archive computers, and after looking through it all Historia declared it was exactly what she needed for some mystery she was working on.  We couldn’t get her attention long enough to have her elaborate, so we just left. Vemir bought some sunglasses from the Lorespire Gift Shop to wear until I could take the time to repair his goggles, and then we went off to Guidance to get our next assignment.

For our third initiation task, we would be working for the Exo-guardians, the military branch of the Starfinders and the faction most heavily hurt by the Scored Stars Disaster.  They didn’t have any kind of headquarters on Absalom Station, but their current leader, a Shirren named Zigvigix, did live on-station in the Down-low.  We were instructed to meet with him in a park near his neighborhood, but there wasn’t as serious a time constraint as there had been for our previous two missions.  We decided to take a bit of downtime to evaluate our conditions, and so I could fix Vemir’s goggles.  Once I’d done that, I made some modifications to my drone, replacing its visual sensors with a new set that could broadcast what it saw to my rig and re-calibrating its aiming algorithms from the ground up along with reinforcing its outer plating a bit.  Hopefully the drone will shoot better in the future, but the only real test of that is to get into an actual fight.

Once we all felt ready to take on whatever monsters the Exo-guardians would inevitably sic us on, we met up and prepared to head to the Down-low.  Just before left, however, a courier drone rolled up to us with a message of belated thanks from Historia-7 and a box containing 200 credits and a frostbite zero rifle.  Feeling comfortable with my finances, I let Vemir take all the creds while Sixer claimed the rifle, since he was the only one of us with any long-arm skills at the moment.

Zigvigix’s neighborhood was a “poor but trendy” location – the kind of place that attracts people by playing up the aesthetic of the eccentricity of its inhabitants.  The “park” we headed to was more of an art installation, full of weird metal sculptures and absolutely ripe with garbage and graffiti of cute but off-putting animals.  Zigvigix was sitting on a cement bench munching on some rice candy, and he offered us some as he introduced himself through telepathy.  Right off the bat, he gave us permission to refer to him as “Ziggy,” which I would likely have chosen to be his nickname anyway.  He seemed like a typically gregarious Shirren, but that friendly attitude was undercut by a serious case of survivor’s guilt for not being a casualty of the Scored Stars Disaster.

At any rate, Ziggy actually had two jobs for us.  The first was to help secure a new headquarters for the faction on Absalom Station.  The Stewards had gifted the Exo-guardians an old warehouse that they no longer needed, but the place had a bad case of deadly alien monster hiding inside it, so we had to go kill the thing and clean the warehouse out a bit in preparation for refitting it as a headquarters.  The second job… Ziggy wanted us to go buy a copy of the new Strawberry Machinegun album as a gift for Historia-7.  Ziggy thought the Dataphile leader seemed a depressed lately, and had noticed that Strawberry Machinegun seemed to be quite good for raising android spirits.  The problem was, Strawberry Machinegun was only the biggest name in sugar-pop music, so the lines to get an album were more than Ziggy could deal with.

Sixer and I volunteered to go get the album right away, while Vemir opted to stay behind and keep Ziggy company.  Ziggy gave us a cred stick to use to purchase the album, and off we went.  While we were gone, Vemir got Ziggy to open up a little about the Scored Stars Disaster.  He didn’t learn much except that there wasn’t much known for sure about what happened.  Most of the Society had gone off to wherever the Scored Stars were, and then their drift beacon had suddenly gone dark and there had been no contact since.  There were rumors about the Disaster, but Ziggy didn’t feel up to relating them and Vemir didn’t press.

At the music shop, Sixer and I found ourselves caught up in a six-hour long queue, with people pressing about on all sides.  As Sixer dealt with the brunt of the pushing, I took up a perch on my drone to both make myself more visible (and thus less of a trip hazard) and so the drone would take most of the abuse from the mob pushing and shoving.  As we got near the front of the line, I was feeling smug in my position because while Sixer looked exhausted, I was still fresh as a moonflower.

And then someone stumbled into my drone hard enough to knock me off, bruising my nose on impact with the floor.

Maybe I should have gone for the riding saddle mod…

When we made it to the front of the line, Sixer and I both decided that after enduring six hours of that, we deserved to get something for ourselves, so we bought three copies of the album in all and went back to the park.  I’m not sure what Sixer was thinking on the way, but I was plotting ways to force Vemir to join us in listening to Strawberry Machinegun.  Possibly in double-stereo.

We handed over Ziggy’s copy of the album, and after thanking us for our heroic standing-in-line efforts, he showed us some security footage from the warehouse so we could get an idea of what we’d be dealing with.  The footage showed a worker moving a crate, and then something feathery bursting out of the crate and quickly devouring the poor sap.  There wasn’t much footage, but after watching it several times I realized I knew what the creature was: a feather stalker.  It’s an exceptional ambush hunter, quite dangerous even when you know one’s about.  Vemir and Sixer were confident we could handle the beast, but as for me, I’d rather stand in that line at the music store again.

[askanonbinary]

I have a very specific question. Hopefully I can be clear. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder, which has a symptom of multiple personalities. I have eight personalities in total. They have a separate inner voice, emotions, perception of our physical state, memories, opinions, hobbies, and names. But there’s a sense that they are all me, just subconsciously. For example, I can’t remember a lot about high school, and when I do remember it I remember it from a third person perspective (weird right? I see myself doing things!). Those memories are held by another personality, and working with her can help me remember the facts. Becoming her would help me feel that ‘I’ experienced it.  

See, that’s the thing. I have depression as well, and to beat depression I am encouraged to deny abusive inner voices. My therapist tells me, “Depression lies.” And it’s true. Curing my depression meant separating myself from those inner feelings, recognizing that my depression is not me. 

But with D.I.D., it’s the opposite. Denying these inner voices, even when they’re being abusive, makes my disorder worse. I am encouraged to understand my other parts, not matter how different they are. To work together. Someday, to realize they do not lie, and that they are me. If, for most disorders, the survival method is to have a strong shield, for me it’s to hold hands with my disorder? Kind of? 

Anyway, I have been accomplishing it with one personality, named Conan (1 of 7, still a long way to go!). We work together. We collaborate, covering each other’s weaknesses with our own strengths. It’s a two-way communication – even though it’s just me! I can tell it’s working, because I’m starting to realize that he feels more like me. Like it’s more seamless. I’m more like him now (hahaha, I swear WAY more now) and he’s more like me (he admits he likes Disney movies). Like more than 90% of patients with D.I.D., he almost never ‘takes control’ of our body. No one does anymore – it’s a big improvement! But…  

Well, I never expected to feel gender dysphoria. But I did, and severely. Two years ago, I finally finished a total gender expression change – clothes, hair, makeup, shaving etc. Because it was unbearable without it. I still only pass about 40% of the time because I have a large chest (mostly from the back). I have trouble with binding, (back problems, weight, panic attacks), but I still did sometimes. I would really like chest surgery. It was great to look in the mirror with a drastically more masculine presentation, but I still feel like I am not myself when I look at my chest – but see, there I go! Talking about seeing ‘myself’, of feeling like I’m finally ‘me’…what does that mean for someone like me?! 

I feel like my experiences can’t belong in the context of trans or non-binary narratives. It’s just…I’m not who those labels are for? And, when people see me and ask, “Oh, you’re trans?”, even positively, it’s just a far more complicated question then they know. 

Maybe I’m not, because Conan isn’t trans; he’s a man. My personalities are young and old, man and woman. One is actually nonbinary? But what am I? I am me, but I know that my perception of me isn’t reality…or is it?

I identified as a cis woman until Conan and I started…blending, for lack of a better word. I was comfortable presenting as feminine. I think? But I also know that I started doing things like binding my chest all the way back in high school, though I’m still not sure why. Sometimes I had different clothes, that were specially for wandering the town. I liked to go where no one knew me; I liked to be someone else. Is that the same as having a fluid identity? Because in the end I realized it was actually a set of identities: 7, like I said. Yet…

There used to be 6. The new personality, emerged recently, is the person I was about three years ago. Before the dysphoria hit. The woman. Not just the woman but the idealist, the artist…her name is Willow now. She makes me think I’m not sure if I’m actually ‘blending’ anymore, or am I just becoming Conan? And does being Conan mean being trans?

I don’t talk about this usually, because so often people dismiss me as crazy. Lol, not that I’m not – I literally technically am! But I’m just not sure…what to call myself. I’m not fluid – that would be offensive, man, because this whole process of curing my disorder treats having fluid identities as the disorder! And it has many other symptoms for me, it’s true. I want to feel like I’m ‘me’. 

Non-binary is an excellent descriptor for me, I am literally more than two lol, but that’s not what that label means.

Many assume I’m trans, and I have a lot in common with the experiences of trans people I think, but being trans assumes one self. I think? Where I’m coming from is totally different. 

And, in the end, my other selves are not really real. But they are really me. It makes for a double experience: I feel like I’m losing myself, and finally gaining it.

In short, if I don’t know who I am, can I be something? 

Thank you for reading, I know it was long, and I would really appreciate some advice about how to identify, to feel secure and supported, but also be respectful of movements and terms that are larger than myself. And I understand if it’s confusing or you don’t know what to say, in the end. It’s okay. I feel the same. I actually think all of psychiatry feels the same, hahaha. Regardless, thanks for listening.

- @quiteamazedandthankyouforasking

Your existence and identity is not harmful to people’s perceptions of being nonbinary. If they’re gonna take problem with you, they’re gonna take problem with me because they hold harmful and ignorant beliefs. You shouldn’t have to hide yourself away in the closet for “the community’s” sake.

Nonbinary isn’t a term just for neurotypical people. I think you’ll find most of us here on this blog are neurodivergent ourselves, and while not all of us may consider our gender wrapped up in our neurodivergency, for many people, it really is. There’s even a whole category of nonbinary identities about this called neurogenders: https://nonbinary.wiki/wiki/Neurogender & http://gender.wikia.com/wiki/Neurogender

Gender can be impacted by any host of ‘outside’ factors: culture, religion, neurodivergency, trauma… I myself have grabbled over my gender identity being tied up to my past trauma. My romantic orientation certainly is, and my gender probably is as well, but working out if that’s how it feels is… difficult to navigate.

To say that being nonbinary can NEVER intersect with these factors is to do ourselves and our community a disservice. It is to gatekeep and police people’s identity, to tell them there is a certain way they must identify. It is to box them into a corner and not allow themselves to express themselves as they are.

The problem is when people think things like “being nonbinary in and of itself is a mental disorder and therefore something to be fixed because you’re wrong and broken”. But you can totally be nonbinary as a result of mental illness or a personality disorder or whatever. That’s 100% valid and anybody who tells you that you’re not welcome is being bigoted themselves. 

It’s also okay if how you feel in regards to your mental health and your gender(s) changes later! It’s okay if your relationship to gender changes as you make progress with your mental health. It’s okay to grow and change as a person. This sometimes means our understanding of ourselves changing, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

You can’t help who you are or if your identity is all wrapped up and confusing. You  just being you isn’t harmful to our community. People who paint us all with one brush are harmful to our community. People who would encourage eugenics or erasure for the “sake” of our community are harmful to our community. People who try to dictate how others experience their own identity are harmful to our community.

So you’re nonbinary and depressed with DID? (Since I’m also ace and these are big ace issues…) There are ace people who’s ace identity is wrapped up in them being autistic, or is wrapped up with medications they take, or is wrapped up as a part of mental illnesses they have, or is wrapped up in past trauma. Exact same thing goes for gender. That doesn’t make them any less valid and this doesn’t make you any less valid. We need to accept that there are many ways to be. Even if you were harming someone, that wouldn’t make your identity invalid - although it would mean you’d be less welcome in safe spaces.

So I say you’re welcome. <3

And more than that, if these different personalities have different genders… well, it certainly sounds like that is something to explore.

But however you identify, whatever label you choose… that alone is your choice and your choice alone. While you may not understand or know yourself that well, you are still the one who best knows how you feel and is best equipped to explore labels and decide what is right for you. If identifying as nonbinary feels right, then identify as nonbinary! Be nonbinary. If you relate to a lot of trans experiences, then that sounds like something to seriously consider! 

You do not have to be totally neurotypical or mentally healthy or physically healthy or completely absolutely understand yourself (honest truth: no one does) to be nonbinary. It’s okay if your identity and relationship to your identity is messy and complicated and confusing and even weird. Honestly? That’s some of what being nonbinary is about, really. The fact that we have messy, confusing, complicated, hard to understand relationships to our gender. No matter our mental status.

~ Mod Sock

[stimmyvillainarchive]

WHY does the android app gotta suck so much, when i click the faq link it just like refreshes the page,,,, this happens with all links in bios on the andoird app :[

NNNN lovin this broke ass app.

I’mma go ahead and paste the FAQ just under the cut, hopefully you should be able to read it now :’))

(FAQ is written by Mod Joker)

“Are requests open?”

We get this ask a lot. And while I don’t mind answering, it does get a lilll annoying sometimes since we’re essentially repeating ourselves constantly. Before you ask, please check our ask box! It will ALWAYS give our request status!

From now on if we receive requests when they’re closed, we’re going to delete the message entirely. You’re free to ask again when they’re open, but we need breaks!

“Can allistic/neurotypical people follow?”

Yes! So long as you’re respectful of stimming and understand it’s not an aesthetic or something to make fun of.

“It says there’s two mods, but I only really see Mod Joker post.”

There is! But Mod Boo is rather, well, shy. We both are, tbh. I’ve just gotten used to talking a lot on this blog. And to tell ya the truth I invited her to mod this with me because she considered making a blog but wasn’t sure how she’d do it, and was worried she’d be too awkward/quiet. But she actually tends to see your messages a lot! She just tends to let me handle things. But if you ever wanna talk to her, just say the message is specifically for her and I’m sure she’ll get back to you. She’s very friendly and tbh one of the best people to talk to!!

“How do you make gifs?”

I use the same method stimmybby uses! His tutorial’s right here!

“How do you make banners?”

I use photoshop and for backgrounds (depending on what type of background), I use paint tool SAI. I made a tutorial on how I do it here!

“Can we use your banners for posts that aren’t stim related?”

Absolutely! So long as credit is given and you’re not in our dni, then use it as you like! Discourse posts, art, vent posts, promo posts, whatever floats your boat!

“Can I use your gif/s?”

As long as there’s credit to us for the gif/s and you don’t apply to our dni, you’re free to!

“How can I credit you?”

There’s a few ways! Such as

- Including the credit in the post and/or under the cut (this is the best way people can access the original post and see the credit!

- Include the credit in the post’s captions

- Include the credit in the tags

- Include a link in the post to another post that has the credits in it

- Saying you got the gif/s from us in the post

“What are bad/wrong ways to ”“credit”“ you?”

- Saying “I don’t own these gifs”

- Saying “credit to the original owner(s)/gifmaker(s)

- Straight up not saying you took these gifs from people/including in no credits

- Claiming the gif/s are yours/you made them

If I see any of these I WILL publicly call you out on it and you WILL be blocked immediately thereafter. That block will not be lifted.

“What does REG mean?”

Reactionary Exclusionary Gatekeeper. Meaning people who try to exclude certain queer people from queer spaces. Such a biphobes, transphobes, aphobes, panphobes, and so on.

“What does TERF mean?”

Trans/Transgender Exclusionary Radical Feminist. Meaning radfems who are transphobic and are violent towards trans people (especially trans women).

“What does SWERF mean?”

Sex Worker Exclusionary Radical Feminist. They’re radfems who try to exclude sex worker from their feminism and often treat women attracted to men as less worthy.

“What’s the ADT community?”

ADT stands for “Actually Dysphoric Trans/Transgender” and was created by transmedicalists/truscum to break off from the trans community. It’s an insult to the trans community, an insult to the creator of the transgender pride flag (it’s removed the white that was there for people who ID as non-binary/outside the gender binary), and is there purely to start drama and create rifts in a community that’s already got enough enemies for simply existing in a transphobic world

“He/Him lesbians don’t exist/they’re transphobic towards trans men”

As a trans man who doesn’t think the world revolves around me and who understands that what lesbians decide to do it literally none of my goddamn business: get the fuck over yourself you whiny pissbaby

“What do you mean by people in the true crime community?”

People who sexualize, romanticize, excuse, and/or support serial killers and their actions/crimes. This doesn’t include people who are INTERESTED in the topic of crimes, serial killers, etc but acknowledging how these people are disgusting and their actions are unforgivable.

“Why are you anti-cgl?”

Cause we hate pedophiles and are decent human beings.

“You’re bigoted to kinksters just like homophobes are bigoted to gay people!”

I hate to break it to ya bud but I’m proudly kinkphobic and you’re a giant homophobe!!

“I’m a SFW cgl(re)/littlespace blog so I’m following/interacting uwu”

No the fuck you aren’t!! You’re a kink blog, there’s no such thing as a “sfw kink” even if you’re remaining two braincells are too busy fighting over the last pacifier to tell you some fuckin common sense. Your ass is getting blocked and I’ll also be using your blog to take a look at the people you interact and block them too just for safe measure! Eat a cactus, fuck nugget

“You hate lesbians if you hate TERFs”

You owe every lesbian an apology for assuming they’re all mysogynistic, LGBT+phobic pieces of horseshit like you are. Eat a dick.

“aces/aros aren’t LGBT uwu”

Wow… that’s so wrong Alexa play Fuck You by Lily Allen

“Me/Someone I know/(insert user/s) has been blocked. Why?”

There can be a number of reasons why you’re blocked, and I’m not afraid to block people as I want this place comfortable and safe for the mods and followers. So there’s several reasons as to why.

- You apply to our DNI (see BYF)

- You’re a (insert harmless children’s cartoon) critical blog (I tend to block those due to them saying LGBT+phobic things)

- You get into kin drama

- You’re an ace discourse, pan discourse, bi discourse, and/or overall REG discourse blog (this does not mean I block inherently block discourse blogs! I block the shitty ones)

- You’re a spam/porn/etc bot (if I’ve gotten this wrong, lemme know! I tend to block shady and empty blogs for this reason unless their desc/url/etc says it’s empty/weird for a reason)

- You’re a blog that frequently posts/centers around one or more of my triggers

- You’re an aesthetic blog (though I tend to soft block for them. But this is NOT an aesthetic blog and stimmy is NOT an aesthetic)

- You’re an “anyone can interact” stim blog

- You’re a stim blog that steals/doesn’t credit the gifs they use

- I feel you and I are going to argue and I’m just saving us the trouble of future unpleasant encounter/s

- You’ve been shitty to my friends or just been shitty to people in general and I’ve noticed it

HOWEVER I’ve made slip ups in the past! If you feel you don’t apply to any of these, you can contact me through my main and ask why. Sometimes I don’t always remember why I blocked somebody (sadly there’s a lot of shitheads on this site I’ve needed to block) or I’ve confused one blog for another person’s blog. Or maybe the person was more chill than I thought. Please contact me yourself rather than ask somebody else to do it though so I can get all the details! Even if I don’t lift the block, I won’t report you for block evading or anything.

“You used to be kidheart friendly and now you’re not, why’s that?”

Sadly, Raven (the creator of Kidhearts) has proven to be a bully sympathizer and feels it’s okay to compare agere to kinks/cgl and sides with regressionuncensored. She condones bullying/harassment/the sexualization of minors and I am not nor will ever be okay with that.

“But Raven sai-”

I don’t care what she says. She made it abundantly clear that she supports regressionuncensored and I don’t care that it came back to bite her in the ass. Bullies deserve no support, no sympathy, no nothing. And if you side with her than don’t come near this blog. This is agere safe and I will not allow people who support sexualizing it to interact. Kidhearts WILL be blocked on the spot, no questions asked.

“I’ve left a community on the dni list, can I follow/interact?”

Yes!

“Why are you anti-(insert thing on blacklist here)?”

Camp Camp: It’s racist + antisemitic

Dragon Maid: It’s pedophilic

Killing Stalking: It’s homophobic, ableist, sexist, perpetuates rape culture, and fetishizes abuse

Your Lie in April: It romanticizes child abuse and it literally starts off with a gross pedo joke when we meet the love interest in episode one

Split: It’s ableist

Hetalia: It’s antisemitic

Harry Potter/J.K. Rowling’s works: Actually there’s nothing inherently bad about the story. I just don’t like it. HOWEVER: I can’t stand J.K. Rowling as she’s a TERF/overall LGBT+phobe, and racist. So none of her creations will be featured here.

Sonic Boom: Nothing inherently problematic. I just can’t stand the show because it just fuckin sucks

13 Reasons Why: It romanticizes suicide and the creators refused to listen to actual mental health experts and have made the show potentially dangerous to anyone who even slightly deals with suicidal thoughts/urges

Detroit Become Human: It’s racist + antisemitic

Voltron: Legendary Defender: It queerbaits/it’s LGBT+phobic

“REG is a transphobic term”

I, Mod Joker, am trans. Try again.

“A-specs aren’t LG-”

*buzzer sound* wrong. So sad for you

“You’re not LGBT+ because you DARED disagree with me because you actually acknowledged that tumblr didn’t credit the community sweaty uwu”

We get this shit because a lot of you assume I’m ace or at the very least a-spec. And… Ya couldn’t be far from it. I’m a pan, genderfluid trans man. Even with all your gatekeeper (sorry, BULLSHIT) logic; I’d still be attracted to multiple genders and not be cis. I’m p queer. So no matter which way you slice it, I’m part of LGBT+. Die mad about it.

“You’re comparing aphobes to TERFs and SWERFs you fucking transphobe!”

Wow I didn’t realize setting boundaries meant that I viewed y'all in the EXACT same light. I’m so glad I have the lovely aphobes that have told my friends that they should kill themselves to set me straight.

Asking people not to interact doesn’t inherently mean I think they’re the EXACT same thing.

“Mod Joker is a gif-thief and reposts people’s content without properly crediting them!”

I have made this entire post explaining that’s wrong. Idrc if the post is too lengthy for you. Don’t talk shit if you don’t even have all the details.

Additionally, if you send me somethin about this in a negative light I’m IP blocking you. One strike and you’re out. If you want to believe people with false info and false accusations then that’s your baggage. Not mine.

HOWEVER if I’ve accidentally mis-credited, forgot to/messed up on crediting a person for their gif/video, or so on let me know! I’ll make mistakes, but I never do it intentionally.

[thisweekingundamwing]

TWIGW May 13-19

Hello Amazing Fandom!

Thanks to everyone who submitted something, and thanks to everyone who keeps contributing and helping our tiny fandom truck along! 

Here’s the round up for this week - if we missed anything, drop us a line! And don’t forget to leave the creators some love!

XOXO

Mod CB

Fanfiction:

A Little Piece of Gundam Wing

The archive is being ported to AO3! Check it out!

ammiehawk

What Do You Say?

On the road with a new companion after the events in St. Louis, what will Sam and Dean do with a supposed civilian now traveling with them? Will Sam and Dean be able to keep their secrets? Or will secrets between the brothers break them apart?

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Trowa Barton, 1x5

Warnings: Supernatural crossover, slash, supernatural elements

@anaranesindanarie

Death Unspeaking - Final Chapter!

What happens when a Gundam Pilot is mute? Will the other Pilots look down at him because of it? Will he overcome the odds or will the odds overcome him?

Pairings: 2x3

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Underage, Mute!Duo, Gundams, Eventual Canon Divergence, Mobile Suits, Fighting, Eventual Yaoi, AU, Sign Language, just pure awesomeness, Blowing Shit Up, blowing ships up, Circus

@claraxbarton and @kangofu-cb

Bad Company

"The only hell and the only paradise are the ones we build ourselves." - Unknown

Years after the wars, Preventers has decided to tackle one of the most powerful and oldest of all the Terran crime syndicates. Embedded dangerously deep in an undercover operation targeting the violent and bloodthirsty Sinaloa Cartel, Trowa Barton is pushed beyond even his flexible morals - and when his new "partner" arrives in the very unexpected and unwelcome form of Duo Maxwell, the one person he'd been trying to protect at all costs, both men must deal with the realization that preserving peace for humanity is turning into a bloodsport. What follows is race against time to uncover the evidence they need to bring Sinaloa, and its beautiful but deadly leaders, down - all while keeping each other alive in the process

Pairings: 2x3, 1x4

Warnings:  Graphic Depictions of Violence, Post-Canon, Undercover Missions, Undercover as a Couple, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Human Trafficking, Gang Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Moral Dilemmas

@duointherain

Perfection

Heero is a very good Preventer agent. Duo used to be his partner. Now he's stuck with Burt Gummer. If he could find Duo, he'd love to confess his love. Life is not fair. Then, in order to get Burt to resign from Preventers, Heero, Wufei, Quatre, and Trowa agree to an easy mission of delivering supplies to Perfection National Monument. There they find Duo. Things are going to get grabby, and not just with the graboids!

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4

Warnings: none

Terminal Velocity

Duo comes looking for Heero after a long absence.. there is make-up sex. Well, then they have the whole effort of learning to live together like normal people. Mistakes will happen.

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: none

@gundamwing-ellesmith​

Heero's Inheritance

A headcanon/drabble: Heero has often wondered what it might be like to have something to hold onto...

Pairings: none

Warnings: headcanon-ish, illustrated

KageKagi

The Heir of House Black

Harry attends Sirius's will reading and learns that there was more to the black family than anyone expected,

Pairings: 2x4, Drarry, Ron x Hermione, 1x2

Warnings: none

Lithle

Salt

Three months after the events of Like Oxygen, Duo shows up on Wufei's doorstep. As familiar, dangerous patterns assert themselves, Wufei's left wondering if there is, or could be, anything between them beyond self-destructive desire.

Pairings: 2x5, 1xR

Warnings: Unhealthy Relationships, Post War Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, no EW, Post-War, Explicit Language, Sex, Bad Decisions, POV Chang Wufei, everyone is broken, But Maybe Trying to Get Better?

LittleMouse

WarCraft

Alternate Fantasy World - A world where people have ‘Talents’ that allow them to control certain elements. Different Talents can ‘Join’ to become a specific entity - some can heal, some can repair damage to land and buildings, some are weapons. The Talents you ‘Join’ with are called your Others. The perfect Joining is of five separate Talents. One lonely Fire Talent far to the North has given up waiting for his Others - good thing they haven’t stopped looking for him.

Pairings: none

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, Alternate Universe, Fantasy, Non-con touching

luvsanime02

Identifying the Problem

Wufei has a problem. The other guys want to help, once they can figure out what the problem actually is.

Pairings: None

Warnings: None

A Cocktail Friday submission

Maldoror

The Source of All Things

Center, a planet where magic and technology blend. Or more accurately, fight tooth and nail. A planet of Sources, holes in our boring dimension letting through arcane power, chaos and pseudo-deities. In this hot-house of myths and very real dangers, Trowa and Quatre find a mysterious man at the end of a shamanic voyage. Portents suggest this Heero Yuy is crucial to Center’s survival. He’s important enough to have some interesting enemies after him, at any rate: a devious killer and thief called ‘Shinigami’, and a very irate Dragon. Beyond them looms an even greater threat. Indeed, the greatest of them all.

Pairings: 3x4, 2x5, 1x2x5

Warnings: alternative universe, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Plot Twists, fairly graphic depiction of sex, Mild description of self-harm, Mathematical Magic, weird science, crones - Freeform, Magic and Technologyl brawling and eventually screwing, Eventual Threesome, Kinda, Insanity of arcane origin, The universe is a pile of marbles and other dubious allegories

Two Halves

The two kingdoms of Sanq and Lin were at war for years; a conflagration involving magic, armies and political murder. The conflict left both nations devastated and strewn with refugees. The king of Sanq finds his infant son, lost at birth, among the death and the ruin, a miracle he barely dared to hope for.  But there isn't just one boy, there are two, clinging together like two halves of a whole that cannot be separated.  Decades later, the truth behind that second child’s existence will put a hole in the world, or possibly save it.

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: Fantasy AU, medieval setting with magic, starts with our heroes as children, Cousin Incest, sort of, eventually, being royalty this is in fact the norm and rather expected of them, Canon-Typical Violence

Shinigamiinochi

A Stagnation of Love (rewrite)

Duo Maxwell has been stuck his entire life. With an abusive father, a mother who doesn't even realize he exists, severely bullied at school, and hiding his sexuality, he has given up all hope for a better life. When he falls in love with his bully's boyfriend, he needs to make a choice about his future. Will he continue to let himself be abused or will he fight back?

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 2x3, 1xR

Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Noncon, Underage, Child Abuse, Bullying, Angst, Suicide, Incest, Alternate Universe

@stoic-rose (Alithea)

Lose By Winning

Wufei goes in for an interview. Short drabble takes place after Endless Waltz. Inspired by @lbro009

Pairings: none

Warnings: none

Sylvieforaday

Neighbors

A/U - Meilan is learning, not everything happens the way you thought it would. Sometimes you fall for the perfect girl next door when she gets knocked off her pedestal.

Pairings: RxM

Warnings: none

white_fox

Life Is A Highway

On an impulsive plan to travel from California to New York City to propose to his longtime girlfriend, Heero Yuy did not plan to pick up a hitchhiker in nowhere Texas. Faced with some setbacks and a growing attraction to his passenger, Heero goes through more challenges than he planned on facing.

Pairings: 1x2, 1xR

Warnings: light slash, Fluff, Road Trips, Dubious Morality

Snippets:

@lifeaftermeteor

The Vote, pt 1

The Vote, pt 2

@remsyk-blog

Feel good fluff

@terrablaze514​

Teaser Tuesday - Secret Magic AU, Rated M; I’ve pulled this scene out just to play with the pair itself, for a late 2x5x2 (Duo/Wufei) moment. It is a combination of silly, dark, and h/c. 

@vegalume

From Collide, a 13x1

Black Adder quote prompt

WIP Wednesday

Photo Edits/Manipulations

@gundamwing-ellesmith

What if Gundam Wing was real? - Chang Wufei’s office ft. Sally

Headcanons / Meta / Discussions:

@disturbed02girl

Postcard 11

@lbro009

Characterizations by Japanese vs non-Japanese fans

@lifeaftermeteor

Quatre’s (not)sleeping habits

@terrablaze514

HeadCanon Time (Secret Magic AU): The G-Boys encounter problems behind the scenes + how Quatre and Wufei reconnected. 

@whenwillmailcome

Chang Wufei - MemeLord

Multiple Contributors

Q&A with Gundam Wing producer Hideyuki Tomioka and fans

Wufei and stringed instruments

Why was Zechs kept alive?

Fanart:

@chronicwhimsy​

Duo and Wufei for Mermay

@duointherain

Duo

Duo

@lemontrash

Duo chilling

@zibelinbelt

Gundam Wing minifanbook about Gundam Wing 

Calendar Events:

Cocktail Friday

https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/

A new prompt every Monday!

Submissions should be posted Fridays between 3 and 5pm EST, and tagged with @gwcocktailfriday, and are included in the This Week roundup on Sundays.

Interview with a Creator by @remsyk-blog @interview-with-a-creator

Remsyk has created an online interview for fandom creators to fill out and then she features one each week so that everyone in the fandom can learn a bit about each other.

If you haven’t filled out her interview, go! do! now!

This week’s featured creator is @gwepisode50 check their interview out here!

30 Day Gundam Wing Challenge

Daily questions about Gundam Wing. Please tag your participation posts with @gundamwing30daychallenge for them to be recognized.

Challenge questions and more information can be found here

Pick and choose which questions you wish to answer (or tackle them all!). The point of this challenge is to stimulate fandom participation and to promote conversation and interaction between all fans!

Submission Box Open for Diamond in the Stars (OT5) Challenge

Challenge information can be found here

Submissions due September 23, 2018

Current posts:

@terrablaze514

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 8, Day 9, Day 11, Day 12, Day 15, Day 17, Day 19

@lbro009

Day 15

Day 18

@chemicalcrush

Day 13

Day 15

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Day #1:Twin Skeletons

I didn’t know what I want to call it  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Remember,this is all done with random number generating and writing and crossing things out.I didn’t exactly think of names for the oneshots.

25 Days of Fallout Park Day #1

Name of oneshot: Twin skeletons {The song reminds me of the dlc in the game,so..yeah}

Ship: Kenny x reader

Characters: ||The reader,as Courier Six/Six||Kenny McCormick as well,Kenny||Father Elijah as crazy old man with a plan||

Mentioned only:||Tweek Tweak||Clyde Donovan||Some of the others||Vera Keyes||Michael||Pete||Henrietta||

Type: x reader oneshot,romance

Location: Sierra Madre Casino and Villa

Prompt:

Person A: “Have you ever liked someone before but too scared to say it?”

Person B: “All the time.”

Person A: “Same.”

Person A and B: *Silence*

{Found here }

You knew you shouldn’t have listened to the invitation.If you followed your gut,you wouldn’t be in the mess you are now.

It was early in the morning when you and three of your faithful companions and friends,Tweek,Kenny and Clyde decided on investigating an odd radio signal your pipboy picked up.It was an invitation to some casino,untouched by the wasteland.Following the signal,it lead the four of you to an abandoned Brotherhood bunker.Down the ladder,down the stairs and through the only hallway that hasn’t collapsed,a radio stood on a table,under spotlight.The soothing voice of who ever was on the radio drew you closer.It also drew the other three closer.It wasn’t until it was too late that you realized it was a trap.A strange gas filled the room,and before you or your friends could react,you were all knocked out,consumed by darkness,and only the echoes of cackling filled your minds.

This is where we find ourselves now…

It wasn’t until a few hours later that you woke up in an unfamiliar place.The ground beneath you was hard,and rough.There was a certain cold gloominess around you.Colors ranging from reds and purples to dark pinks and yellows.With a slight struggle you managed to scramble up to your feet,and your vision returned to normal.You were no longer in the clothing you got used to.You wore an old bloody patient’s gown,and just damn great,you’re barefoot.You also had a weird collar around your neck.You remember seeing some of the Legion slaves wearing them.You looked up at the fountain in front of you,and rubbed your head.That’s just great.You had a massive headache,you had no clue where you are,your gear is gone and you had no clue where any of the others are.There was a blue hologram on the top of the fountain.It was a woman.You came to the conclusion that it must be the one from the invite,as she started talking,saying almost the exact same things as she did on the radio.She had that soothing beautiful voice.It was then that a bright green hologram replaced the blue one,snapping you out of your dazed state staring at the radio woman.It was the face of an old man.“Oh good,you’re awake,” he mutters.“Are you listening?” You hesitate for a moment,you’re not used to talking to anyone but your friends,but between speaking up and getting your head blown off,speaking was the better option,“Y-Yes.” You had a million questions to ask this old man,but something about the bomb collar around your neck said that you should leave questions for later.“Good.From now on when I talk,you’re gonna listen.You’re gonna follow my instructions and mine alone,“ the man grumbled.You kept quiet,only giving a simple nod.The man probably saw you through cameras or something.“And if you even think of not following my instructions,or escaping or saying ‘no’,that little collar around your neck will go off,and take your head with it.”

 "Understood,“ you murmur quietly.“I’ve left markers on that pipboy of yours.Find the other three collars and bring them here,to the fountain.If you obey…then you’ll,hmph,all go free.The Sierra Madre’s gates are sealed.Do as I say and it won’t be locked much longer.And another thing,you’ll see that your vision will constantly pulse,go blurry.It’s the cloud,slowly eating your insides.Too much exposure will lead to a very painful death,” the old man explains.“You probably have a million questions running through that puny mind of yours,courier.So ask and ask quickly,we have work to do.”

 Without thinking twice,you asked,”Who the hell are you?”

“Me? You’ll simply refer to me as Father Elijah.”

“Where the hell am I?”

“The Sierra Madre casino,aren’t you paying attention at all?”

“Where are my friends?”

“Those bumbling idiots? Thrown in random loca-”

“Six! I’m damn glad I found you!” You turned to the side,only to almost get tackled by the one and only Kenny.You can only hear the old man grumble through the speakers in the area.”I’m pretty glad too,Ken,” you grin.Ever since you met the half ghoul at the Mormon fort,you’ve grown to love him.In a friend-companion way,of course.Always so optimistic,always fooling around.But,let’s face it.As you travelled together,you started developing feelings for him.You hid them pretty well,but not everyone on your team was that blind.Especially not Wendy.Even Craig could see it.”You have any idea where we are? We went into the bunker…then I woke up with a bomb collar around my neck,all my guns taken,everyone else gone.I got attacked by these weird assholes with spears…and bear traps…I’m pretty sure one wanted to eat my face and-”

The old man cleared his throat,causing both of you two to shut up and turn your attention to the hologram again.”You know what,you idiots will do fine on your own.I’ll be watching,so don’t even try anything stupid.You’ll find a holorifle at that vending machine over there with some ammo.Don’t waste the ammo.”

With that,the hologram vanished,and the radio woman appeared again.Kenny looks at you,head tilted to the side,”What’s with the gettup?” 

“Old man took my clothes,my meds and chems,my weapons,everything,” you shrug,and start walking over to the vending machine.”It’s bull that you get to keep your clothes,and that I’m stuck with this gown,and I’m barefoot.It’s barely covering anything,so if we get attacked,I’m gonna get myself killed.” Kenny followed after,shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets,”Maybe we’ll find some clothes in this place.From what I can tell,it’s big,and if it is untouched as the invite says,it means nothing’s been looted.” You pick up the gun and ammo,and load up the first set of rounds.The rest you hand to your companion,since he’s the only one with pockets between the two of you.”I hope so.” 

“Until then,I at least have an excuse to stare at you ass,” he smirks,wiggling his eyebrows.The comment made you blush slightly,and you punch his shoulder,”Perv.”  He laughs at the remark,”Hey! We should probably get a move on.Our lives are all on the line.Because if I have a collar too,it means Tweek and Clyde also have collars,and the three people we have to find obviously also have.” You nod,and you two start heading in the only direction that isn’t a dead end.”Who should we go after first? Collar 8 at the police station,Collar 12 in the medical district,or Collar 14 in the Residential district?” you ask,holding up you pipboy so Kenny could also see.”Go for the middle one,Collar 12? I know it would probably be better if we head to the police station first,because we might find weapons there and clothes for you,but,if we get attacked,we’re gonna have worse problems than not having weapons.Or..I think that’s right? We’re at the door to the Medical district anyway,so…yeah,” the blonde murmurs,stopping and staring up at the giant wooden doors.Hey,maybe there’s a dead janitor with a jumpsuit or something behind the doors.Stimpaks and aid was probably the better option.You were unsure,but Kenny’s right,you’re at the door to the Medical district,so why not go there first? The old man didn’t say to find the three in a specific order.

“Sure.Let’s see what waits for us behind door number one.”

The two of you entered the Medical district,and a few steps in,the collars started beeping.Out of instinct,you stepped back,and grabbed the back of Kenny’s hoodie to drag him back too.”Ah,the speakers.They’ve aged poorly,like the Madre.Pre-war junk.The speakers emit a signal that’ll set your collars off if you stay too long.There are damaged speakers,and shielded ones…the damaged ones you can shoot at range.Don’t get too close,you can’t switch them off the the radios..which will also set off your collars if you get too close.The shielded ones,red ones,you have to shut off by terminal or avoid completely,” he explains.”And remember,courier and…idiot following courier,if one collar is set off,all the collars will explode.Not only yours.It was the only way to keep you all in line.Watch out for the villa inhabitants..they’re difficult to kill unless you chop them apart..if you can,blow them up or disintegrate them….Some are harder to kill than others..as they are bigger in size…”

“Hey Father Elijah,before you go…Where do they come from?These monsters,I mean.”

He grunted,”They were once the workers,got consumed by the cloud as they built the villa.Some were also horrible experiments by the people from Big MT.No more questions.”

{I don’t own the pictures -  it’s from the Dead Money horror overhaul.Pretty damn great mod for my favorite DLC}

“Great…immortal freaks with spears ‘n shit.Good thing I’m immortal too then,huh?” Kenny mutters,taking the holorifle from you and shooting the speaker like some professional.“Nobody likes a show off,” you say,crossing your arms,“…but since you want to be one,why don’t you hold onto the gun?” “I can do that.” You walked forward to where the speaker was,just before heading through the second archway.There was graffiti on the wall,similar to that which you saw near the fountain.You didn’t know what was scarier,the monsters or the graffiti.You haven’t even seen the cloud Elijah keeps rambling about.

Instead of just focussing on the mission at hand,Kenny suggested exploring,looking around a little.And during your exploring,the two of you found two or three stimpaks,some random chems,and a lot of Sierra Madre coins.Elijah radioed in again explaining that it’s the only currency the vending machines take,and that upgrades to unlock certain items are bought or found around the villa.Unfortunately the vending machines only have pre-war food and drinks,and rarely any helpful meds and components.

“This should be enough coins to buy us Nuka-Colas and some snacks.Can’t believe people just left ‘em in the fountain things…I think nuka-cola is better than toxic water,” you say,putting a bunch of coins into the vending machine.“Do you want a normal Nuka-Cola,Wild,Quantum,Victory or Quartz?” Kenny yawned,“I’ll take a Quartz.”

“And snackwise?”

“Snackcakes,we can share a box.”

“Awesome,” you say,pressing the correct buttons.Some snackcakes,a Nuka-Cola Quartz, a Nuka-Cola Victory and change. You walked over to where he was sitting.Brick planters make pretty good seating areas,and fit the cobble path.You handed him his drink,sat down and placed the box of pre-war snackcakes between you two. “Thanks.Can I open your bottle for ya?” he asks,glancing over at you with a smile.“Please,” you murmur in reply,handing him the neon red drink.He took out a flipknife,and popped the cap off.“Here ya go,” he says,handing the bottle back to you,then repeating the action with his bottle.“How did the old man not take your knife?”

“I keep quite a few on me.He took most of ‘em,except the one in my shoe,” the blonde shrugs,taking a sip of his drink.“You sneaky bastard,” you laugh,“Can never have too many knives.”

 “Yep.” It went fairly quiet between you two.You both just sat enjoying your drinks,snackcakes and surroundings.After a while of comfortable silence,you decided on breaking it.“Wonder if old man crazy’ll give us some time to rest.Can’t really tell time of day or anything here…but I’m pretty tired.” Kenny glanced at you and raised a brow,“You’re tired? Thought being out cold for so long would be a substitute for a really long nap…Guess not.” He stood up,looking around.“Hey old man!” he yells.“Don’t yell…you’ll attract the ghost people,” you mutter,unamused.“What is it now?!” his voice booms through the old speakers.“Can we rest for a while?Six is really tired and I don’t think you want them to mess up and let it end with our heads blowing up.You don’t have the time to look for others to do this either…” 

“Well….You have a point there courier lackey.I really want you to finish this…but I don’t want you to mess up and blow up either…Fine.I’ll allow you both to rest for lets say…three hours,but that’s that.Then it’s back to work.“

 "Thank you,Father Elijah,” he says,then glances back at you with a smile.“Let’s go find somewhere where you can take a nap,” he murmurs,taking your hand and walking into a random direction.You didn’t think that Elijah would just allow you to rest like that.He doesn’t seem like the type to allow his prisoners to rest when there’s stuff to do.This is also the first time you’ve seen the cloud.Behind a closed gate the toxic redness covered everything.You guessed that’s what killed the person,now a skeleton,that leaned against the gate.You looked around,and saw an opening into a building down the walkway.Now you were the one leading again.“There’s an opening.I’m hoping it’s the entrance to a hotelroom or whatever,and not a shop or deathtrap,” you say.The sounds of inhabitants,as Elijah called them,sent chills down your spine.Even more than there already were.“Watch out for traps…and speakers…and radio’s….and the freaky assholes.If we keep quiet,we shouldn’t attract the inhabitants and then we don’t have to waste ammo.I’m guessing most of ‘em are around the clinic and in dark areas of buildings…like a cliche horror movie,” the blonde says,following after you like he always does.

Cautiously you entered the building,Kenny right behind you.By the looks of it,it was a big hotel like room.There was a pre-war TV,some.couches,a kitchen and stairs leading to the second floor.After making sure there were no mines or other traps or freaks,you head upstairs.Upstairs it looks like a lot of furniture got thrown out or broken.There was a bed,one broken bedside table,one intact,a coffee table and two broken seats.There was also a door leading to a small balcony.“Pretty nice room if it weren’t well…" 

“Broken…?“ 

“Yeah." 

Upon closer inspection,there were two skeletons in the bed,holding each other close.Such a tragedy."Guess they were sleeping when the bombs dropped….” you say,looking down at the bare bones under the covers.“Or…they were getting it on…that’s a possibility,” Kenny shrugged,sitting on the bedside cabinet.You wanted to argue,but,it was a possibility.“Wow…that would be the worst way to go,” you say quietly.“Even worse if it was someone cheating on another…” Kenny added,“…Alright.So,let’s get these skelebones out of the bed so you can rest.” You gave a nod,and tried to pull the skeleton on your side from the other,while Kenny pulled the other one.They fell apart,which was obvious.They’re 200 year old bones.You two grabbed ends of the blanket and dragged the makeshift bag of bones off of the bed.“I almost feel bad,” you sigh,sitting on the bed.Kenny sat down on the cabinet again,“I don’t feel bad.I mean…we don’t know their story.Maybe it was a one night stand…or one abused the other…it could’ve been drug abusers or alcohol abusers…or even the scenario where one was cheating on the other,and it was the cheater and their secret lover…” You raised your brows,“Didn’t think into it that much…You always been so deep Kenny?”

“Hey,you should be resting,not talking to me,” he says in reply.“Don’t you want to rest?” you ask quietly.“Nah,I’m fine.I’ll keep watch,so nothing attacks us,and I’ll keep track of time too.”

"Can you at least sit next to me then? I…mean..just so y'know…the time is on my pipboy.Might make it easier for you to keep track….“ you ask.You felt awkward asking this,and it is just an excuse for him to sit with you,but hopefully he doesn’t see that."S-Sure.Hey,you want my jacket? You look kinda cold…”

You hesitated for a moment,”Won’t you be cold then?” Kenny snorted,”Course not.” He took off his jacket,and handed it to you,”It isn’t that bad.I’ve ran in snow in nothing but shorts and a t-shirt.” He pulled down his bandana too,which was a rare thing of him to do.He wore the bandana to hide the ghoulified places on his chin,cheek and neck.You laughed,”I know.I was there.You were so drunk after that drinking competition with Stan...The locals actually paid us to catch your drunk ass and to leave.” The blonde chuckled,”Oh yeah...Good times.” You both sat in silence with grins,remembering the shenanigans from before you got yourselves into this mess.The silence lasted a good few minutes,with you all snuggled up in Kenny’s jacket and staring into the void,and him laying back,staring up at the ceiling.

In total it’s been an hour since Elijah allowed you to rest.You're tired,that’s a fact,but something about staring at the patterned wallpaper in front of you,thinking about the most random of things was more interesting than sleeping.

“Hey Six?”

You snapped out of your daydreaming state and sat up.You looked at Kenny with a sheepish smile.”Y-Yeah?” He continued staring up at the ceiling,”Have you ever liked someone before...but too scared to say it?” He glanced at you with a questioning look,waiting for an answer.You swear you could feel your heart skipping a beat at the question.

Play it cool.Don’t panic.It was just a random question.

“A-All the time....Well...from what I can remember anyways,” you answer quietly,staring down at your hands.”Same....” he replies,staring up at the ceiling again.Awkward silence.A bunch of random thoughts crossed your mind.What if you end up failing?Tweek and Clyde are missing.What if they’re dead?Or hurt? What if none of you make it out and die to the cloud or your own insanity like those who were here before you? That would mean that you’ll never get the chance to tell Kenny how you feel about him.At least you won’t get rejected then,which is good.You’d all die though,which is bad.

Suddenly you’re filled with determination,confidence. Screw all those bad thoughts.You are going to save your friends.You are going to leave the casino alive with everyone.You are going to kick that crazy old man’s ass for trapping you all here.But,just in case you don’t make it...

“Kenny?”

“Yeah?Is it time to hit the road again?”

“N-No.It’s something else”

Kenny sat up straight,”Okay...What is it?” You had his full attention now. This is the first time you saw his eyes up close.They were a nice shade of blue.”Holy shit your eyes are pretty,” you say.You then realized what you said,and regretted it instantly.You’re blushing,and it’s easy to notice.Kenny looked down for a moment,trying to hide his blush.”Th-thanks...Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“No...I mean,you have really pretty eyes but that isn’t what I wanted to tell you...” You took a deep breath.You were not going to take the cliche path and stutter it out like an idiot,you’re going to just say it.”What I wanted to say is..is that...I like you,Ken.In a romantic way,I mean.I tried to deny my feelings..but as we walked through the Mojave,I found myself falling for you.Hard.The others even started noticing...” He was flustered,and you were too.”I can understand if you don’t like me back in that way...then we can just forget what I ju-”

“Why wouldn’t I like you like that Six? Hell,the day you walked into the Mormon fort,and I saw ya talking to Butters and the other Followers,I got a knot in my stomach.I didn’t understand the feeling at first,but...spending every day by your side,helping you fight,helping you find your way in this world,made me realize...that I fell head over heels for you.I was just afraid that you didn’t feel the same...as dumb as it sounds...” he says with the truest smile.”Pretty sure the others knew about my crush too...heh.” You hugged him,and you didn’t want to let go.He hugged back.He had a cheeky smile on his face,”Y’know...the cliche thing to do now would be to kiss or make out....but we’ll save that for when we’re back in the Mojave and our lives aren’t threatened by an old man on a hologram.”

You kept quiet,only giving a quiet ‘mhm’ as reply.

For the rest of the three hours that was left,you two cuddled.You kept each other warm,and safe.It was a nice feeling,apart from the bomb collars around your necks.You also felt like a great weight has been lifted from your shoulders.You didn’t have to hide your feelings for the half ghoul anymore,and knowing that he felt the same,filled you with hope,and even more determination.Now all that was left to do was to find Tweek and Clyde,and the three collars,and finish the crazy old man’s quest.Then find him too...and kick his ass....

Finally I can post Day 1′s oneshot.This thing is over 2000 words.8 days worth of oneshots to go before I can catch up.I’m pretty pleased with this.Don’t know what others would think of it.I think the reason why I’m so behind in writing is because writing the tags is a worse nightmare than actually writing,and it makes me lazy.Whelp,whatever.

After the 25 days are done,I might make this a combination of a rp/ask blog and a blog where you can request oneshots.Of course then the role of the courier will be taken by my new kid,Max.Idk,we’ll see.

[yuanfenbd-blog]

YUANFEN FEST ROUND 1: REVEALS + FINAL NOTES

The Baeksoo party has finally come to an end but don't you worry, the fun is not yet over because there are still lovely fics for you to catch up with and come back to :> That being said, we want to thank everyone from the bottom of our hearts for supporting us and participating in this fest, may you be a prompter, writer, or reader! This fest wouldn't have been possible in the first place if not for you. We would give the spotlight now to our writers as we unveil who they are but before anything else, here are some words from our mods:

MOD MOCHI

Somehow, It only feels like yesterday when two of my fellow Baeksooies came into my DMs and told me about the apparent lack of Baeksoo fics in the EXO ficdom. I vividly all the times we complained because we’re craving for more until finally, we decided to simply take a leap of faith and create our own Baeksoo-centric fic ourselves. It was the epitome of a “Fuck, I’ll do it myself” situation because we knew our complaints would reach nothing if we don’t do our part in helping resolve the situation.

A week after, we decided to meet up and discuss this concept further in person. Believe it or not, I actually made a presentation/pitch deck about the fest, featuring a complete list of our objectives, content execution, and promotional strategy. We wanted to treat it as a passion project, as our little baby we would nurture months later on because aside from bringing new Baeksoo fanworks, we wanted to help bring the ‘community’ together.

Fast-forward to six months later and here we are now. It hasn’t been an easy journey for anyone, but it’s what makes this whole thing worth it because despite the difficulties that came along the way, you guys stuck by our side ‘til the end. And for that, we couldn’t be any more thankful.

To our prompters: thank you for your creativity and enthusiasm in participating in this fest. You all gave our writers gems to work with; this fest wouldn’t have been able to move forward if not for your participation.

To our very talented writers: thank you so, so much for sharing your talents with all of us. We know writing fic isn’t that easy especially when you’re bounded by deadlines (+ real life responsibilities) but you guys pulled through and made it! I hope you are all as proud of your works as much as we are. It is very interesting to see Baeksoo and the extension of their dynamics through a different set of eyes in every fic that was submitted to this fest, but the feeling of joy that each one gives is all the same. Thank you for making us fall in love with this pairing a hundred times and more, all over again.

To our beta readers: thank you for your hard work too. I cannot stress enough how important it is to have a second set of eyes that could review your work for feedback. Thank you for working closely with our writers and holding their hand; I want you to know that you guys also play a very important role in the creative process of making a fic.

To our readers: may you spend the rest of the year getting good grades, having a fun time at work, and achieving all your personal goals because, at the end of the day, there’s more Baeksoo fics for you to enjoy and drown yourself with! Thank you for supporting us from the beginning ‘til the end, we hope you’d give our writers the love they deserve too by giving them feedback on their fics.

And lastly, to my co-mods: girlies, we did it! No tea, no shade, no pink lemonade — but you guys worked just as hard in making this fest possible! I want you both to know that I’m very proud and thankful for you two. Thank you for being so patient, friendly, and hardworking. I consider this fest as my passion project and it was a pleasure to be able to share this journey with you both.

MOD BREAD

Wow! Until now I am still amazed. We've been thirsty for almost two years for a new wave of Baeksoo-centric fics in our fandom so I am very happy that Yuanfen has been the answer to our pleas to end this drought. And now, we're almost drowning with great gems to read. Haha

To the readers,  you know we all living the good life and eating well. I hope you enjoyed all the fics you've read and gave them love. Thank you so much for  reading, giving kudos and comments to the fics and recommending them on your SNS. To the writers, the real mvps of this fest, You are fricking fantastic. This will never be a success without you guys who took their precious time making these wonderful fics to life! Istg I want to hug all of you, one by one. Thank you for sharing your talents in making the readers drown in feels. To my forever understanding co-mods (who almost did all the work), I sincerely apologize for not being that active in terms of  emailing and other stuff. I am so thankful that because of you guys, this fest has been a success and organized. Thank you so much and congratulations for a job well done! /hugs you both/ And to the banes of this fic fest's existence aka BAEKSOO (joke!), we did this all for you so we have many fics to reread again once you feel like  giving us another long term drought. But for now, we're eating good with all the interactions and feels you gave this 2017 .

MOD PEACH

Hi everyone!!! Finally we’re on the last phase of this round and I couldn’t express how grateful I am to all of you (prompters, writers, beta readers, readers) who participated in our fest *sobs*

Okay so, first off, I would like to thank the writers!! You guys are amazing. I remember the moment we received the first ever submitted fic (I’m usually in charge of email-ing you guys so haha) I teared up cos omg it’s happening and also it’s our first time mod-ing a fest so we’re really thrilled about it haha. Thank you so so so much for your dedication and effort in making this fest possible and we hope you guys will continue your passion in writing cos yall are really talented ;;

Next, the readers!! Thank you very much for hyping the fics and giving all the love it deserved and we hope you guys will read them all cos I swear they’re all so good I’ve already read most of them lol

And lastly, to my co-mods!! I’m sorry I keep on bugging you guys about everything I’m just so nervous I might have mistakes (which I already did fml) and thank you very much for all your hard works despite your crazy workloads!!! You guys are the best I hope we can still continue this in the future haha

We would also like to apologize for any confusion that we’ve made e.g., changing of deadlines without prior notice, and others. We have previously addressed this matter on our CC so we hope you guys understand it and we’ll try to meet all your expectations once we’ve decided to push our round 2 *winks*

So, anyway, that’s it!!! Thank you very much from the bottom of my heart to all of you who made this fest successful and we hope you guys will continue loving Baeksoo as much as we love them!!

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STATS

For this round, we garnered a total of  353 prompts (self-prompts excluded) and 44 fics written by 42 writers. Our average word count is 14, 762 words; meanwhile, our total word count is 645,556 words!

We were pleasantly surprised to find out that most of our writers wrote long fics. A special shout-out goes to UNCONQU3R3D and encoru for writing two fics each respectively; and to Bbaegi for submitting 76k worth of fic! Thank you so much!

And now, without further ado, here is our master list!

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♡ DAY 1 ♡

Red Sunset Glow by sehnsvcht

T | 35.7k

If someone had told Kyungsoo that all it takes to shut Baekhyun up—and, maybe, get over his fears—is one simple, one scary kiss, maybe he would have tried it sooner. Maybe.

Hop in, I can take you there (Follow the path to my heart) by kumo_is_kumo

E | 12.2k

Baekhyun, who doesn’t believe in love at the first sight, meets a cute guy called Kyungsoo while visiting his grandmother on the countryside and he thinks that Kyungsoo might be the one. The only obstacle is that Kyungsoo is a cucumber farmer.

Let Me Care, You Deserve So Much Better by Agrippa

M | 8.4k

What Kyungsoo sees in the newly acquainted Baekhyun is someone who deserves a lot more. Baekhyun doesn't see it himself, but Kyungsoo is about to change everything he's ever known.

(Oh!) I Can't Stop by X_yehet_pcy

E | 4.9k

Baekhyun and Kyungsoo are roommates, Baekhyun’s had a big secret crush on Kyungsoo since forever, Chanyeol and Jongdae are questionable friends. Well.

♡ DAY 2 ♡

I Could Be The One To Set You Free by vavole

M | 20.8k

(fake dating!au) Actor Do Kyungsoo thinks that he is too good at leaving love, but Idol Byun Baekhyun teaches him otherwise because loving someone can be simple.

a cataclysm of minor proportions by lady-serendipity (jezz)

M | 6.6k

Roommates!AU. Kyungsoo finds a kitty on the streets on his way home and brings it to their apartment to take care of it, but apparently Baekhyun is afraid of cats?

If You Like Me, Say You Like Me by fadetotomorrow

M | 3k

It shouldn't be so difficult for Baekhyun to figure out his Kyungsoo problem, not that he has one.

it don't run in our blood by marcel

M | 14k

When crown prince Kyungsoo learns he's been betrothed to someone since before he was born, he has a hard time trying to adjust to the idea before his fiancé arrives at the palace. It doesn't help that his husband-to-be defies all his expectations - but in the worst or best way?

♡ DAY 3 ♡

Revisions by Daphnean

E | 11.3k

It wasn’t as if liking Kyungsoo was a big secret; like it’d be out of character or weird for him. He was out and Professor Do was a fairly liked, and lusted after, instructor on campus. Still there was something unsettling to Baekhyun about making it concrete, even for a moment.

Limes and Coastlines by Yifanning (bambitae)

M | 28.3k

Answers submerge when you've faced the eye of the storm—thus, Kyungsoo stood on his toes, nearing the ledge, gazing into the dark, deep end. Close to pulling back, closer to falling in.

Love is Forever (Your Forever is All That I Need) by Bbaegi

T | 76.8k

"I’ve never felt forever when I kissed someone. Have you?" Baekhyun heard himself whisper, voice as gentle as the first notes of a lullaby meant to tame a child’s fear and lure them into a gentle slumber filled with nothing but sweet melodies to dance around with instead.

Winter Heat by UNCONQU3R3D

E | 23.5k

Kyungsoo and Baekhyun somehow, conveniently, get trapped together in a snowstorm and are forced to survive. Easier said than done since they can't stand each other.

♡ DAY 4 ♡

Engraved in Your Heart by UNCONQU3R3D

E | 28.2k

Highschool!AU where Baekhyun, high school bad boy and leader of a street gang, falls in love with a social outcast, the blind kid, Kyungsoo.

Be Careful What You Wish For by quebaek

M | 7.3k

Baekhyun didn't expect Yixing to suddenly go out of town and ask him to house sit. He also wasn't expecting to find and break a cool looking crystal orb in his attic. He especially wasn't expecting a man named Do Kyungsoo to appear of it and give him a hard time. That's for sure.

redamancy by anon_nim

M | 4.5k

Oddly, he feels like he’s on a ‘time out’, the kind that children get from their parents when they do something bad and have to reflect about it in the corner. Except, Baekhyun is a grown up man and Kyungsoo is supposed to be his bandmate-cum-boyfriend.

Pen Me Down by dosmilkshake

M | 7.7k

“I would rather kill a panda.” “You’re terrible. They are endangered!” “That should tell you much I hate the idea of kissing him then.”

♡ DAY 5 ♡

Penny for your Socks by crownjules

M | 5.2k

Baekhyun didn't expect his soulmate to be so unfashionable; Kyungsoo knew his was an asshole.

Another Dream Away by foxxlight

T | 15.9k

For years Baekhyun has dreamed of a dragon prince, living out his everyday life within the confines of the dragon realm. What he hadn't realized was that the dragon prince dreamed of him too.

he says hello when he leaves, goodbye when he arrives by london9calling

M | 10k

Who would have thought summoning a fifth level demon to win a singing contest could have such interesting consequences? Certainly not Byun Baekhyun.

Simmer, Sizzle, Savour by taegyungie

M | 8.7k

Kyungsoo just doesn't know what to do about his student from hell.

♡ DAY 6 ♡

Sick and Sweet by subduedblue

M | 2.3k

Kyungsoo gets sick on a Sunday and Baekhyun’s there to help him get well.

On top of the world, we are together by sunsethue

Not Rated | 5.9k

Everything is going right in Kyungsoo’s life. He never thought it can get even better, until Byun Baekhyun came along.

My One and Only by endboss

E | 19.8k

Hybrid!Baekhyun just loves his human so much, which is why he tries to be happy for Kyungsoo's relationships, even if they make his poor heart hurt so mysteriously much.

You and Me (Equals World War 3) by Junchenny

G | 14.3k

Baekhyun and Kyungsoo are rival singers, until their labels decide to debut them as a duo for a project. Cue pranks, awkward meetings and bickering galore. But in the end, could their shared passion for music and the fact that they may have more in common than they thought, be enough to overcome their rivalry?

♡ DAY 7 ♡

true blue by zannen

E | 25k

With things going sharply downhill at the newspaper, Kyungsoo has two options. One: He could lose his job and say goodbye to his journalistic career entirely. Two: He could do his best to ruin Byun Baekhyun's reputation. The choice, in his opinion, is obvious. Or he thought it was, at least.

Trouble at the Sandbox by SmilingTeresa

G | 23.7k

Kyungsoo didn't plan on going to the park. He also didn't plan on meeting Baekhyun.

The Janitor's Closet by kissmebaek

M | 3.2k

“Hey fat ass, do you really have to block the hall?”

“I’m not sure if that’s my problem when there’s enough to go around.”

“Pfft! Says the guy who can’t even hit a basic falsetto note!”

“That literally has nothing to do with this conversation and at least I can sing!”

Jongdae sighs as he closes his locker. Kyungsoo and Baekhyun throwing argument after argument at each other.

“They have to be fucking.” He says. “There’s no way two people that are always this irritated with each other but always together aren’t fucking.”

Chanyeol let’s out a laugh. “No way.” He looks down at Jongdae who looks up at seriously. His face falls. “No way!”

Soul Ink by jkl-401

M | 26.6k

Baekhyun’s favourite past time is to pretend to work whilst day dreaming about the new tattoo artist.

♡ DAY 8 ♡

The power of a crush by lispkid

M | 2k

Kyungsoo gets crushed.

Stay By My Side by heartshapedlips

Baekhyun didn't want a bodyguard but Kyungsoo showed up to work anyway. Maybe he doesn't mind it as much as he thinks.

hear my story, set me free by wisteries

M | 9.4k

Kyungsoo just wants to get the job done and go home to his dog, but Baekhyun has other plans. Alternatively, where Baekhyun and Kyungsoo pry open each others' hearts and lay their stories out for display.

Drifting Lights by baekdsooshi

M | 10.6k

Librarian Do Kyungsoo and intern Yixing have gotten quite a number of complaints of damaged books. After a bit of detective work, they found one common clue - they’re all missing page 241.

♡ DAY 9 ♡

Breath of the Forest by cabbages

G | 12.3k

Baekhyun wants to explore the forbidden forest on the edge of town. He leaves Kyungsoo and enters the woods by himself, forcing Kyungsoo to run after him before he gets hurt or in trouble. The only problem: Kyungsoo has asthma.

Tug of War by yibaek

E | 30.2k

Baekhyun feeds off of affection... literally. Without affection and love, he will wither away. Enter Kyungsoo, the last man Baekhyun should fall for, the man that drains the life from everyone he touches.

Words of Fate by babychocosoo

G | 3.5k

How is Kyungsoo supposed to find his soulmate when his only clue to lead him to them is the word written on his wrist that no one could understand?

say you won't let go by encoru

E | 3.4k

“What’s the safety word?” Kyungsoo asks. “Dracarys,” Baekhyun replies.

♡ DAY 10 ♡

As Easy as Breathing (In, Out, In, Out, In Out) by reihino

M | 39.9k

Falling in love with Baekhyun was just like breathing - easy, natural. It was everything else that was hard. (A Howl's Moving Castle AU)

Did someone say cute? by mochified

M | 2.4k

Baekhyun is crazy for cute things, and Kyungsoo is super cute. He falls head over heels, low-key obsessed and melting inside whenever Kyungsoo does something especially adorable. Kyungsoo refuses to believe he's cute though.

leave me breathless by encoru

M | 8.4k

If Baekhyun had the chance to call the police on someone so handsome he knocks the air out of his lungs, the perfect time would be now.

kissing the devil by taeyeons

M | 10.1k

A cry rings in his ears and all Baekhyun's struck by is the familiarity.

♡ DAY 11 ♡

Count On Me by ambrosiaplease

M | 8k

Kyungsoo happened to discover not the El Dorado but a key to deepen his connection with Baekhyun through the latter's secret tumblr dashboard.

under the same sky by kynqso

G | 21.9k

It's what Baekhyun liked to call their story: a love that transcended the summer. Includes but is not limited to: lunchboxes, Thursdays, a wall painting, postcards, and sunrises and sunsets.

Kiss Me, Tell Me by cheesenim

T | 9.2k

Kyungsoo never expected to have his ass dragged on a challenge. He had no idea what to do next.

good to love by kozens

E | 24.8k

Between Beijing and Tokyo, Kyungsoo finds a stranger, and perhaps so much more.

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