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akirasarchives · 2 years ago

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[03] | 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Chishiya wants to recruit your small group into a risky plan. He seems to have something up his sleeve when you refuse.

🃅 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 03: Rejection

“Thank you for shopping with us!” A painfully tight smile strains across your features as you hand the particularly well-dressed woman her shopping bag. The woman thanks you, taking her items swiftly and exiting the store with her bored husband in tow.

Each day has started to feel the same as each interaction blends together. Working part-time in a clothing outlet has provided you with a range of opportunities, much noted as: having fun sucked from daily life. With a strict manager who rotates shifts depending on whether the coworkers get along, you often find yourself stuck behind the cash register having to listen to your narcissistic coworker ramble about their love life.

The only excitement that gets you through your shift is watching the numbers change on the til, signifying that you’re legally free from your shift in less than two minutes. Thank God, as you’re sure that spending even five minutes longer in the brightly-lit, overstimulating hellhole with a broken AC would cause you to have a public freakout. Even so, you enviously watch the customers walk around your store. The people who actually enjoy being in it’s confinements.

“Shifts over!” You call, not caring for an answer. With your bag and coat being strung up in the small cloak-closet - and a sorry excuse for a cloak room - it’s easy to grab your items swiftly and leave. You’re pretty sure the coworker that was jabbering at you for the better part of five hours is complaining that you can’t leave yet as the girl who is due to come in after you isn’t here yet but you don’t pay her much mind.

Almost comically, a gust of cool air douses over you after standing in what felt like a fire pit. The relief flushed over you like an ice bath on a hot day which would be welcome at the moment as the sweltering heat of summer still manages to heat up the rest of the air conditioned shopping centre.

“Hey [l/n]!” Kuina calls from her shop opposite yours. A smile graces your face as you walk over to the woman. She’s smiling at you despite very obviously struggling to pull a tight fitted top over the mannequins' weirdly large shoulders.

“Did you just get off?” She asks, to which you nod.

“I told you to call me [y/n]” She tutts, rolling her eyes at you. You can tell she’s thinking about giving you her usual ‘just because you spent time overseas and feel like the last name culture thing is weird now doesn’t make her look any less rude for calling you your first name!’ But she doesn’t. With one last pull, the shirt finally rests on the mannequin. She stands proudly, dusting her hands off and places them on her hips.

“Lucky for you, my break just started!” She explains, kicking over the rest of the clothes that she was most likely meant to put on the mannequin too, but she rounds the display case and follows you outside the store.

It’s nice, thinking back on your time spent with Kuina. Though, all good things must come to an end as Usagi and Arisu basically barge into your room. Despite the short knock in your door, the two don’t exactly wait for a reply before walking in.

“You’re up” Usagi notes, smiling at the sight of you already propped up at the vanity area.

“Yeah” You confirm “Just thinking”

Arisu walks forward, careful to not trip on anything that could be scattered around the room.

“Did you find out any information?” He asks. Usagi follows behind Arisu, perching on the edge of your bed.

“No, not really” You shrug, standing from the rickety chair. Arisu exhales “You were talking to Kuina… and the blonde guy” He mentions. You suppose the two probably saw you chatting to the duo in the lobby area.

“Ah, Kuina pulled me for a drink” You remember “Though they asked me what I specialise in”

“What do you mean?” Usagi asked, suddenly intrigued by the minuscule conversation.

“As in, what game I’m best at” The two glance between each other “Kuina is good at spades and Chishiya is an expert in diamonds”

“You’re great at spades too, Usagi” The woman smiles, nodding her head at the compliment.

“Arisu, you’re great at almost everything so I can’t really pinpoint you” An airy laugh breaks from your mouth as Arisu ducks his head shyly.

“What are you good at?” Usagi asks. The question stumps you, as your previous conversation with the other duo had ended up without a clear answer too. Your silence is met with two curious looks.

“Honestly, I’m not sure” Sighing, you begin to walk towards the doorway of the hotel room “I just get by…”

“Hatter said you had six or seven cards, right?” Usagi recalls “Surely in those games you could see what you did better in!”

“They were mostly clubs and low-level spades games”

Arisu’s head snaps, as if something astonishing had clicked in his head “Maybe you’re good at hearts!”

The conversation was redundant. The same outcome as your one with the other duo.

Only time will tell.

Getting information from others was anything but easy. Most people were too drunk, high or simply spewed out weird conspiracies which did nothing but make your head hurt. Regrouping with Arisu and Usagi showed that the three of you all concluded that no one exactly knew what was going on.

“I’ll head to the annex basement for supplies” Usagi explains, not giving either you or Arisu a chance to join as she briskly walks away. You suppose she could keep a lower profile that way, but leaving her alone isn’t comforting either.

Gunshots ring out, causing both you and Arisu to share a confused look. Weaponry was banned from the Beach and those who were allowed were militants. That only meant that whatever was around the corner would cause trouble.

“Arisu” Hissing, you follow behind the man with a scowl on your face. Only he would follow the sound of gunshots and impending danger yet you suppose you're not any better as you follow behind.

Three men walk away from a blue bin with a tarp thrown over it. All three have guns meaning that they are part of the militant group in the Beach, but they’re quick to flee the scene. Arisu is quick to make his way over to the mysterious bin, yet he throws the tarp back over the top of the bin almost as quickly as he unveils it. He coughs, backing away from whatever is inside the bin.

From the corner of your eye, you spot the two familiar beings from yesterday. Chishiya and Kuina soundlessly walk down the steps which the militants had just walked on minutes before.

“That is the true nature of this utopia” Chishiya announces with his hands once again stuffed in his hoodie pockets. Kuina shoots you a smile once she sees you, despite the grim situation.

“This is part of the Beaches rule” He explains, finally making it to the bottom step.

“Death to traitors”

Surprisingly, finding out that dead bodies are inside the container doesn’t surprise you. In fact, judging from Arisu’s repulsed reaction the idea floated in the back of your mind.

Arisu heaves slightly, disturbed by the sight of decaying bodies and by the information. All in all, the grotesque and violent nature of the Beach does not surprise you as the fact the Hatter said you can’t leave makes you think that you will be forced to stay. Especially with the militants and their arsenal of weapons.

“Follow us” Chishiya commands, turning on his heel to walk up the steps again.

In a split second, you and Arisu share a look. Both of you are unsure where the blonde will lead you to; you comply and slowly follow after the mysterious man with Arisu in tow.

They lead you to one of the back entrances of the Beach. It’s not well kept as it’s obvious that militants probably only use this exit of the Beach to bring dead bodies or those facing their fate to this side. The carpet is covered in splotches of mould, splatters of blood and what is probably vomit. Each of your steps are calculated as you aim for pieces of the red carpet which appears decently clean.

“Watch” Arisu hisses, pushing you away from a pile of… something. The patch is neither wet nor dry, yet there’s a clump of black goo just centimetres away from your flip-flop clad feet. A disgusted yelp leaves your mouth as you flinch away from the mass, allowing Arisu’s hand on your shoulder to guide you away from it.

When you look up, Chishiya is looking at you over his shoulder. You can’t read what he’s thinking but the sight of him staring so intensely at you when caught off guard causes a flush of embarrassment to wash over your body. Your eyes snap back to the carpet only seconds later.

The ding of the elevator breaks you from the thoughts. Your small group of four easily filter into the roomy yet rickety box. It’s almost like deja vú - being in the lift. Your first proper conversation with Chishiya happened in one.

“Where are we going?” Arisu asks to break the silence. Kuina’s arms uncross as she gestures at the top floor button which is highlighted by a ring of light.

“Rooftop” She nods.

“Are you guys gonna throw us off of it or something?” You joke, fingers strumming against the cool, metal railing. Kuina laughs breathily as she fiddles with the familiar chewing stick.

“You never know.” She jokes, giggling softly to herself. Despite both of your efforts to cut the tense atmosphere, the sight of the two glowering men in the corner reduced your efforts. Kuina glances at you after noticing the two men’s guarded postures but stays silent as the elevator continues to fly past the floors and to the rooftop.

Cold air slaps your face when you finally arrive at the roof. It seeps through the opening doors and twirls around your scantily clad figure. You hold back the urge to chatter your teeth as you step out with your arms automatically clasping onto each other to seek some sort of warmth.

Kuina and Chishiya walk towards the sunnier part of the rooftop, about 5 feet apart between the two. For being a duo, the obvious difference in personal space between the two can be jarring at times.

Arisu cautiously walks forward, taking in his surroundings. Obviously there’s no one else on the rooftop - that you hope - and there’s little to no chances of people hearing the conversation, yet he very obviously snaps his head around to look for others. You suppose his time in the executive room would explain his caution as from the little detail he’s spared, the executives are not to be messed with.

“What’s this about?” Arisu asks, staring at Chishiya under a glare.

The blonde stares back amused, finding it funny how easily he’s seemingly gotten under Arisu’s skin.

“Your group seems to have collected a vast amount of information” He begins, nodding towards your figure. Your hands rest on your hips as you stare back, looking between both him and Kuina. She fiddles with her chewing stick, staring off into the clouds.

“What are you planning?” He asks. You look at Arisu, who looks greatly offended.

“Doing the same as you two” You shrug, stepping further out of the shade to join in on the conversation.

“You want to know why you’re here and want to get out too, right?” Chishiya nods with a subtle smirk ghosting his lips. Arisu glances at you, unsure if you’re answer was right or not.

“I’ll cut to the chase, then” Chishiya sighs, rolling his neck. His behaviour is odd to you. Despite lurking in the shadows his confidence seems to exude almost obnoxiously from his smaller stature.

“How will you live in a world full of despair?”

Huh?

The question throws a spanner into the works. He’s not really cutting to the chase, in your opinion, more so trying to prompt more information from you and Arisu.

“How?” Arisu echoes, staring at Chishiya with a cocked brow.

The two have a stand-off. The gentle breeze tousles with Chishiya’s longer strands, allowing them to graze over his features in an almost movie-like manner. Arisu stills, mulling over his answer,

“I just want to know the answer to my questions” He states, looking back at your supportingly, You reply with a soft nod.

“… Who killed Karube and Chota” He adds solomley. Luckily, being thrown into this vast world on your own meant you didn’t have to worry about your close friends dying, though with your newfound friendships, fate might come to bite you as well.

“I thought I’d be able to survive… and return to the original world with everyone” He continues. A stabbing pain of guilt twists in your chest as you listen to him speak.

“Arisu…” You call, silently telling him he doesn’t need to share. He sighs.

“If that is not possible, I want Usagi and [y/n] to return to the real world, at the very least” He nods.

You weren’t too sure you meant that much to the taller man, but his words cause a sad smile to prick at the corners of your lips. It’s nice to know that the two really have your back, besides their secretive pining for each other.

“What a tearjerker” Chishiya observes. Arisu glares.

“Your dream… it’s cool, but it’s not practical at all” Chishiya begins to walk, pacing closer to you as he rounds Arisu. In your head, you know it’s just an intimidation technique but his cruel words cause a spike of anger to flare within you.

“Seriously?” You scoff, arms crossing over your chest. Chishiya stops, mere inches from your form. His lack of empathy is somewhat shocking, especially for a world filled with death.

However, you’re almost 100 percent certain he finds it amusing how you’re so blatantly showing your emotions, but it’s exactly what he was going for.

“You’ll have to win all the games and become the next Number One, but that’s impossible” Kuina attempts to cool the mood by mentioning your earlier explanation of wanting to leave the borderlands.

“It has nothing to do with you guys.” Arisu spits, scuffing his sandal against the hot concrete.

“We think that you have potential,” Chishiya interjects.

“Huh?”

“That’s why we came to meet you”

“What do you mean?”

At this point, you’re feeling invisible. Whatever intellectual dick-swinging contest is going between the two is beyond your thought process.

“What if I said there’s a way to change the status quo all at once?”

“This is so stupid Arisu, don’t get involved with their plan.” You scold the messy haired man from your standing position. Usagi was briefly informed of the strange interaction you had on the roof with the duo but she had kept her opinions to herself as she processed the whole ordeal.

“We could get out of here” He explains.

“You think what… Four people against the executives and the Hatter can change the whole way this place runs?”

“Five” Usagi interjects, standing from the bed. You stare at her, shocked by her answer. As liberating as the whole plan sounds, it’s most likely going to blow back in your faces. The militants are literally armed to the teeth and you all have no idea what power or weapons the other executives hold. Chishiya may be one, but the eleven others and their minions outnumber your small vigilante group by too much.

“Usagi! You can’t be serious” Baffled by the duo, you can’t help but throw your arms out.

“You don’t have to get involved, [y/n]” Usagi explains, trying to ease the tension.

“I’m not, but you two are. You’re both going to get hurt and never mind the fact that you both don’t know either Chishiya or Kuina - or their intentions.”

“We’re aware of that, and it’s a risk we’ll take,” Arisu explains.

The conversation begins to seriously piss you off. You’re sure that the two can see your frustration written all over your face and body language.

“Like I said on the roof, I’ll make sure to get both you and Usagi back to the real world” Arisu repeats, attempting to ease your mood. But it doesn’t. The only thing you can think of is how selfish he sounds.

“Get us back to the real world by endangering yourself for something that you don’t even know will work? You two are the only people I have here and you’re throwing yourself headfirst into danger for no reason.” With that, you leave. Ignoring their pleas for your return and to reconsider your stance, it falls on deaf ears as you slam Arisu’s hotel room door shut, not caring for how the few people scattered around the hallways stare at your huffing figure. Maybe Arisu’s speech on the rooftop had secretly rooted a fear that you’d experience losing them.

Navigating through the hallways is tough, especially when you’re power walking and holding back every fiber of your being that encourages you to shout at the nosey onlookers. Having the two only people you consider friends endanger themselves outside of a game environment weighs heavily on your conscience. What are you meant to do if it backfires? Luckily, most people have headed to game venues after the Hatter announced he would be going to one himself, so the sight of people slowly disappears from your vision as you travel towards your room on the floor above.

As you're rounding the corner to your room, something stops you in your tracks. The door to your room is slightly adjacent. Either someone is in your room at this exact moment or someone has trifled through your belongings.

Quietly, you creep forwards, keeping an eye on the stream of light pouring from the doorway to watch for any movement. Nothing seems to have moved, so you hesitantly creek the door open.

Fear is replaced by curiosity, to which you fully enter the room once a wave of confidence hits you. Because in actuality, this person is in your room so why should you feel to be the awkward one?

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” A frown rests on your lips as you stare at the blonde resting on your bed. The same smug, condescending look rests on his face as he stares at your standoffish body language. Your arms immediately cross over your chest as you stare down at the man who ruins your perfectly made bedding.

“Your door was open” He sighs, looking towards the ceiling.

“They’re all open, smartass” Rebuting, you walk around to sit at the wooden vanity table. He pays no mind as he continues gazing off.

“If this is some sort of plan to recruit me, don’t even bother” You bring your right arm up so that you can lean against your palm. Chishiya shakes his head, adjusting his position so that he can get a better look at you.

“No. Kuina doesn’t want to involve you anyway” He states. Your brow quirks automatically. Kuina doesn’t want you involved? and for what reason?

“So why are you here then?” As much as you want to know the answer you’re realistically not going to get it from Chishiya.

He pauses, turning his head slowly to stare blankly at the wardrobe in front him.

What a weird guy. The thought has crossed your head more than you would like to admit. During your last game with him, specifically.

“It seems I misunderstood you” He admits. The statements all but perplexes you.

“I thought you would follow your friends…” He stands from your bed, turning once again to face you. His deep brown orbs seem to have darkened as he stares down at you. The usual condescending look has shifted to something more serious.

“Maybe I was stupid to think that?” He questions with his tone almost teasingly heightening at the end.

“What are you even on about?” You manage to splitter through your confusion. The dim lighting of your room casts a shadow behind him. The sight of his shadow reflecting onto your ceiling and creating an almost sinister halo which makes him seem almost taller causes a spike in anxiety.

In your short time of knowing this man, all you know is that he’s shifty.

“You’re a liability.” He declares as he steps forward once more. From your seated position, he hovers above you with only a ruler's space between your bodies. The proximity and general uneasiness caused by the sudden atmosphere shift causes your breath to get stuck in your throat.

The small hitch of breath causes a light to shimmer in his eyes. Perhaps the sight of slight fear causes Chishiya to thrive.

“You know what we want to do… When we’re going to do it and I can’t have you get in my way” His left hand plays with something stuffed in the pocket of his usual white jacket. With a quick flicker on your eyes, you assume his fiddling with what could be the taser he had in the first game.

Is he insinuating he’s going to taze me?

“But I’m sure we can work something out” He finishes with a soft smile, enjoying how you try to hold back how utterly confused and petrified you are by his attitude shift.

Your lip quivers as you try to think of something to say. The blonde is so unpredictable. At first he was just something of a mystery to you, then he ends up being an executive, then he watches over you in a game and now he’s threatening you because you won’t cooperate with his plan to endanger yourself? Had you just experienced all stages of any potential friendship and animosity with this man?

“I wasn’t going to tattle” The sentence comes out slightly hushed. His face remains uncomfortably close to yours, but you can’t tear your eyes away from him. It’s as if you’re in a trance. Every detail of his face slowly engraves into your brain. Each imperfection. Each freckle and crevice.

“There’s no need to threaten me.” You spit with a furrowed brow. His own brows turn upwards, showing surprise for a few seconds. Maybe Chishiya thought you’d sit silently and take his threats with no more than a frown on your face.

“Maybe so.” He muses, standing back. It’s as if you can finally breathe as your shoulders finally drop. Your body had closed up as he grew closer.

“But I can’t just take your word for it” He shrugs.

Seriously?

“You think I’m gonna run to the militants about this?” You ask. He simply stares back, as if your question was idiotic.

“I’m not.” You state “Risking getting Arisu and Usagi hurt - even Kuina - is the last thing I want to do”

He snorts “You would let me, though?”

“You haven’t given me a reason to care whether you’re hurt or not.”

“Your friends agreed to my plan anyway,” He switches the subject. A part of you wishes it’s because your reply pissed him off but it’s unlikely. The man has left you with the impression that insults roll off his back like water off a duck's back.

“If you get my friends hurt I won’t hesitate to tell the militants you’re nothing but the puppet master”

“A bit contradictory, no?”

You stand from the chair, ignoring how it screeches against the wooden floor. He simply leans back as you begin to invade his personal space, even without physically stepping towards him.

“Will you just get out of my room?”

He smiles once more as an airy chuckle passes through his lips.

“I hope you’re not serious about telling the militants” He spares you a pitiful glance “I wouldn’t want to do anything too strenuous”

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yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit · 4 months ago

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You have to give infinitely more props to every character who's immortal or at least invulnerable or less vulnerable in some significant way [can't be greatly or permanently harmed by anything or by very much, or just resurrects, Super man, super boy, Klaus, Logan, even Hank or Luthor etc...] and doesn't act like -I- would about it. [They can be shamed and I can't. good luck]

Literally I would simply follow every impulse I had to:

Just walk off, especially into rivers, lakes, forests, and just keep going in that direction until I felt better

Explore wherever the fuck, swim an entire river just to see where it goes, wander off for months at a time because I started looking around and somehow got away from where there were roads

Go look at the moss, and then leaves, and then follow a little creature, and then get hungry and go looking for timmies or some berries, just jump into a river for salmon, whatever

Like I would not announce my leaving either, but I wouldn't wait until I was about to have a mental breakdown to go, I would simply get bored of whatever movie was on or the conversation, or someone would say something rude to me, and I'd just go "Hey I wonder what that island halfway across this lake is up to" and I'd just start swimming.

And experience junkie or not I -really- don't like extreme injury or suffering, but especially not endangering other people, so I'd go about things the most unhinged and patient "scenic" way possible... Like walk all the way to another country [in a big country] or swim somewhere instead of taking or stealing a boat. Take a little photo journaling tour through the desert or forest. Things with motors are for people who don't like to stop and look at the lichen.

I probably wouldn't do drugs much, but without anything being able to harm me I'd be a lot more free spirited about experiences in general. And I'm a writer, and I think that makes me worse. I could literally just test things myself or on myself. I'm not a reckless person, but if you made 90%+ of things not actually reckless for me... All bets are suddenly off. I have time now to figure it all out.

And trying to make me feel guilty for it would result in "sorry I wandered off and got a bit lost, lol" I'm a grown adult who is not contractually obligated to make myself available to other people 24/7 and I was raised by parents who tried to control me with guilt. It stopped working on my when I was a child.

And trying to make me feel weird or less human about it would result in "Sorry I'm autistic and I don't actually value social convention, I'm not hurting anyone... expect maybe the salmon, and frankly I think you need to review what natural human behaviours are, and also what ableism is..." I'm a grown ass adult and I don't answer to anyone who tries to tell me I can't go fishing however I want to, so long as I have my license. [I only answer to OSHA and fish and wildlife services.]

You could try to accuse me of not thinking, or of acting feral or whatever and I'd just be like "No I made the very calm and rational decision that I wanted to go for a walk in the woods and was hungry for fish and that none of this would harm me and isn't really any of your business <3"

The only way to remotely tether me would be if I had a dependent to get back to like my cat, and you would simply be very aware that was the only thing keeping me from downsizing my life to a camping pack with a fancy laptop and existing wherever the fuck I wanted to at any given moment, provided I at least have a fixed address at which to store books and things I collected, and for like, legal reasons.

Like my whole bit is having boundaries and whimsy in my heart... And it would make me completely ungovernable.

Every person/character would be like "why can't you be more like _____" And name the guy who they *currently* get mad at for leaving sometimes without notice or coming back and getting blood on the carpet, or wanting a month off on occasion to go get something out of his system, because by comparison he's the new favourite [Also he doesn't have an annoying fixation with keeping giant pine cones and big fossils and interestingly shaped driftwood that everyone keeps complaining are making the room I was assigned look like I am taking the forest home with me (you were the ones who said I was free to keep stuff in this room and act like I live here when I want to, I can go if you want)].

And OH! Weird 'pets'. My reluctance to kill things I don't have to, plus not having to worry about them accidentally or intentionally hurting me? Oh I would be rescuing things no person ought be rescuing all the time and there would just be a bear sometimes and I'd be the only person who could get near it but there I am with 'my' bear... Reminding you that he is a wild bear. There would be a bear in the pool and people would be like "get your bear out of the pool" and I'd be like "s'not my bear" and they'd be like "Whatever, he's his own bear, yeah yeah, but get him the fuck out of our pool" just assuming that the bear is there because of me, and I'd have never seen *that* bear before in my life but I'd be like "Well I guess that's my friend now and I need to go convince him out of the pool, ig". Eventually people would be like "Your bees are becoming a problem" and I'd have to be like "What bees?" [ig I am adopting bees now?].

Frankly, people would start to wish I woke up and chose violence *more* often... As opposed to my established RP habit of "can I gain it's/their confidence instead of having to kill it/them, and also do they like pies?".

The only reason I wouldn't get kicked out is because when I am around I would be *nice* to people and cook and bake a lot and keep bringing things like smoked salmon. I would be able to have this patience with people because of all the time I'd take not being around people.

And the other guys you were trying to stuff into a mold of conventional living even if it makes them a bit crazy? I'd make them all worse [read: better]. And you'd let me because there would be 20% fewer mental breakdowns happening with my influence, and probably less drugs or other acting out. And way more cookies. But also some people would just stay 100% infuriated by it/me at all times.

"Why are you like this? >.>"

"Because nothing can stop me, and I'm not hurting anyone <3"

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bringonthebakers · 2 months ago

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My name's BringontheBakers/BlameitontheBakers but you can call me Baile

Just your average RE7:B enjoyer who's really good at roleplaying

I am a minor though so don't get too freaky smh

Here's some of my HC's for your favorite nuclear family (post/pre mutation)

Marguerite

Bisexual.

55-57 years old.

Housewife (obviously)

She's usually very friendly towards guests and visitors but can get snappy if they question her or her house rules.

Has that maternal vibe. She has so much maternal love so she needs to get that out somewhere while she waits for her grandchildren.

Very protective of her children and husband.

She enjoys cooking and baking in her free time along with knitting and reading.

Has a very obvious southern drawl in her voice that draws most people in.

Has no idea 2 of her children are menaces to society.

Very much enjoys dancing with her husband to whatever elderly country people listen to.

More or less the disciplinary parent.

Her text is orange.

Jack

52-54

Heterosexual/Bicurious.

Hunter (he also runs a Bed n Breakfast on occasion)

He's got that southern drawl in his voice too but it's slightly less noticeable than Marguerite's.

Very devoted to and protective of his children and wife. Bro probably has a bunch of legally owned guns and other weapons.

Devout Christian of course.

Much like Marguerite, he also has a surplus amount of paternal care and love that he hands out like candy.

Enjoys watching TV, cooking with his wife, spending time with his children and hunting/butchering the things he's hunted.

Would never lay a hand on his wife or children (Lucas is an exception)

definitely has that dad bod lol.

Not as much of a disciplinary parent as Marguerite but if his kids were doing something dangerous he'd never let them hear the end of it.

His text is blue.

This man eats A LOT.

Jack & Marguerite relationship HC's

They are very active. That's all I'll say XD

They're as cringey as a fresh high school couple (please save us)

Since I HC Marguerite as older than Jack, I like to think that he teases her about it:

"Look at what Zoe picked out for me at the 'You're Still Alive?' store. Now, I'm definitely old enough to pick out my own clothes."

"You're old enough to pick out clothes for Adam and Eve."

Another example is

"$250? Do you know what I could've done with $250 back in MY day?"

"A blind date with Fredrick Douglass? A fully furnished cave? Ha, FIRE? Hahahahaaaaaaaaaa!"

Jack calm down she is NOT that old man smh.

But even with her aging Jack loves his wife very deeply, and she loves him too of course. a lil too much smh.

Zoe

23-24 years old.

Questioning (Lesbian)

Probably the most normal of the Baker children.

Total daddy's girl. She literally still calls his ass daddy IN GAME like girl omfg.

Slight heterochromia.

She's somewhat afraid of her younger siblings and is very concerned about their well being. She questions how the hell she is related to them sometimes.

She can be very wary of visitors, but if they come often enough she'll become more comfortable with them.

She's the only other family member who can properly use a gun. Jack hesitates to teach Lucas and insists Bailey isn't old enough to.

Occasionally does mechanical work.

She's very good with coding, but nowhere near as good as Lucas.

Hesitant to spend time with her siblings (she can handle Lucas and Bailey individually but them together is chaotic) but since they usually act more human-like around their parents she can tolerate them.

Gets very flustered easily (take full advantage of this pleas-)

Her text is black/white.

Lucas

21-22 years old.

Heterosexual (he's in denial)

Everyone's worse nightmare.

If Jack had a least favorite child it would have to be him. Jack sometimes really gets annoyed by Lucas' rudeness and social ineptness.

Lucas tends to be very distant from his family unless he's annoying them, complaining about them, or teasing them. He does care about his family but he can't help but be a bit of a brat.

He's a very good hacker. It's a good thing the family has limited electronics, or they'd be in for hell.

Chooses to be emo and mysterious. Marguerite is very worried about him. Jack just thinks its a phase.

Loves poking around in places he ain't supposed to. Mostly to get a reaction.

Does NOT like being teased and embarrassed by his parents and that's why he goes out without them.

His text is green.

Bailey (OC)

19-20 years old

Pansexual Asexual.

She/her/they/them

Mommy and daddy's girl.

Literally the only reason she's still living with these people despite having 2+ degrees.

She also goes mining for gems. If she does happen to find some she'll just sculpt and sell them for money so she can feed her sugar addiction.

Despite being literally an eldritch abomination towards anyone else she's such a sweetheart to her parents.

Does shady scientific experiments in a secret room (that big ass house HAS to have one) yeah take her degree away now.

Lucas has access to that room because he happened to stumble across it while being nosy. He only gets to stay because he blackmailed them.

This fat ass literally pays her mother to make her food omfg. specifically desserts.

If Marguerite were to ever ask 'you got McDonald's money?' the answer would be yes smfh.

Whenever her parents display even the smallest bit of affection towards each other she immediately moves to another planet.

They have polycoria. (3 pupils in both eyes.) and never make direct eye contact because of it.

Her text is purple.

I got some AU's that I might share later too and I'm open to hearing about yours or roleplaying them hehe.

That's it for now, see you when I'm feeling weird again I guess.

#resident evil #resident evil 7 #resident evil biohazard #lucas baker #marguerite baker #jack baker #zoe baker #resident evil oc #resident evil rp

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canigetuuu · 2 years ago

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that skater au gave me brain worms so. just. take whatever this is. I'm so tired.

John

started figure skating young

his dad was a genial and well respected business manager at a rink in Washington sponsored by the prestigious Skaianet Systems Inc, which brought major players like the vaulted Roxanne Lalonde to Olympic gold stardom

he's just a decent man though, trying to support his family

he brought John to the rinks sometimes and taught him to skate just for fun

however, John soon started showing a prodigious talent for it, and Dad Egbert was so so proud of him for it

John liked skating well enough at the time, and was kind of hoping that maybe if he took up skating his dad would axe the whole harlequin thing

(which he did)

(mostly)

at sixteen, after winning a few pretty impressive medals in the junior category, John was ready to call it quits and retire the professional skates

Tragically, however, it was around this time that James "Dad" Egbert, who had always been so supportive of John's skating, died very suddenly.

John grieves in a very particular way. He often gets (home)stuck in a version of denial which often looks like radical acceptance.

He is in fact actually very fucked up right now.

Vriska Serket, a young and notorious athlete turned coach who John had been working with for the last year or so at that time, pulls a Vriska, and hamfists John back into skating.

With her guidance, John becomes one of THE top US figure skaters, and at age 21 is ready for his second foray into the Olympic scene.

The winter Olympics are in less than a year, and John has taken up training in Vancouver...

Dirk

took up street hockey as a teen in his home town of Houston, Texas with his kid brother Dave, who said it was the height of irony to play a winter sport in the hottest place this side of satans tight asshole

Dave never liked it as much as Dirk did though

probably because Dave liked not fainting from heat stroke

I know, Dave is so weird

It got them out of that apartment though.

... (<- Bro silence being very loud)

Anyway

At 16, Dirk got scouted by a pale man in a suit working for a company called Abraxas, which he said was looking for young athletes to sponsor. <- very believable

That's very rude. I never lie.

And please, call me Doc Scratch.

Is it normal for traveling salesmen to have doctorates?

Oh it's not a title, though I imagine it would be very easy for me to acquire one. Haa haa, hee hee.

...

Things got very messy and horrible very quickly.

Events culminated in an extremely high profile law suit, where Dirk and many other athletes were represented by the Pyrope Firm to take down Abraxas, Doc Scratch, and his boss Lord English (H3'S SO PR3T3NTIOUS, UGH) and to free them all from their horrifying contracts

Pyrope won.

For now.

At age 18, Dirk had a scandal behind him, a kid brother to take care of beside him (the Bro silence got quieter), and a veritable mountain of legal reparations ($$$) to get him into any college he wanted.

...

dude, just go to the hockey school

I could support you better with a law degree.

After Dave had to go to the hospital due to the force of his laughing fit giving him a hernia, Dirk decided to go to the hockey school.

He joins the team there, and does well enough to get into the Big Leagues once he graduates with a combob philosophy/comp sci degree.

the Big Man. he is you

Dave, despite having a literal athlete brother, still has no idea how sports work.

And neither do I, so just assume that Dirk does really well and gets on a good team and is very normal about everything.

He is especially normal when, at age 24, he has to move to Vancouver, Canada since he got swapped to a different team and Dave doesn't come with him.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUn

Bonus notes

Rose is John's friend who is also a figure skater. She's got a very turbulent relationship with her mother, former Olympic skater Roxanne Lalonde, which drags down her genuine love for skating with the weight of legacy.

John and Dave are internet friends who don't know each other's last names, and while John knows a lot about Dave's life, he keeps his own private.

Dirk started playing hockey not for the ironies like Dave thought but because his online friend Jake said he thought hockey players were cool, and Dirk had a crush on him.

Dirk and Jade went to the same college (she was home schooled and started college early) and took a robotics class together for two semesters. They're still friends to this day, though Jade actually is an engineer now.

Guess where she's interning.

(Psst, it's Skaianet)

Vriska stopped being a skater after a string of incidents involving two other former skaters and a lawyer, which resulted in her being banned from ever competing again. One is now in a wheelchair and the other quit the ice skating thing completely. Ghosted it, if you will. wonk.

Aradia is a roller derby skater, and she is incredibly hot. She might show up in the hypothetical actual fic i write for this au. Because I love her.

Me being me i'll probably find a way to include everybody else in this au, but for now, that's all. Ta.

#tear babbles #skater au #dirkjohn

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b4b3tte · 2 years ago

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Hi can u please make a Rowan x gn reader but afab where reader is a new student and shy little water nymph who is part of Bianca's clique and they become friends for a while but Rowan feels he's out of their league so they reassure him and it's friends to lovers? No rush, i like reading ur stuff 💞

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — outcast Rowan befriends a popular water nymph and accidentally develops feelings, he feels out of readers league since they are apart of a popular clique but Reader makes sure he thinks otherwise!! ( might make this a series!! )

Contains of — fluff,friends to lovers, comfort, kisses slight bullying,feeling like an outcast, negative thoughts and more!!

Babette’s note — Hi I am literally so fucking excited for this request like AAA- but tysm for requesting! At first I didn’t know what a water nymph was so I researched what it was and got an idea, I looked at some photos so please if I described or anything of the sort wrong I deeply apologize and would be more than happy to fix it! This is part one, part two is going to be full on fluff and if you want maybe some smut if you’d like :0!! Not proofread

- Going to Public school while being a nymph was extremely difficult and frustrating. Having to get up early in the morning to hide your identity from other students was such a hassle.

- Your legal guardian decided to hire a private teacher but obviously it was expensive none of the less, that is when your legal guardian came across Nevermore academy, a school for outcasts

- your legal guardian thought it was a dream come true, finally having a school suitable for you, but after so many promises and lies that your going to finally fit in somewhere

- you didn’t think that this was any different but you were grateful for how hard they were trying to find a place suitable for you. The day of going to nevermore academy was the worse, you had second thoughts and got into a argument with your legal guardian

- you just wanted a private teacher so you can stay at home, you were tired of feeling like an outcast. But at the end of the day you realized that this might be the last chance you'll have at feeling normal at a school environment or in general.

- It’s been a month since you transferred to nevermore academy, and so far it’s been a blast not having to hide who you are and having a group of peers just like you was a dream, you became great friends with Bianca,divina and Kent a group of sirens

- you also befriended a shy outcast which other people refer him as a “ freak “ , “ geek “ , “ nerd “ , “ lazy “ , “ loser “. sadly the people who referred him as that were your group of friends

- they were fun to hang out with but you have to admit, they were rude to other students although on your free time you’d hang out with Rowan in the library, which happened a lot,

- it wasn’t a surprise that you both developed feelings for each other, of course none of you made it clear that you guys were in-love, rowan was the one that had the most doubt, you being in a popular clique already Made him feel worse about himself and bring more negativity in his mind “ why would they want someone like me? “

- rowan naturally had a negative mindset since he was little, mainly about his uniqueness and interesting mindset, yet you looked past that, you thought it didn’t matter but Rowan thought otherwise

- rowan was whispering to himself in his dorm room, Xavier was out and about so he was alone, meanwhile you were walking down the dormitory hallway going to return his study book since he left it in the library

- weirdly the door was cracked open, which made you think something was up so you slowly walked to the door and putting your ear to the door you only hear soft whispering so you open the door

- you see Rowan sitting at his desk and hear him say “ would y/n ever love me back? “ you were genuinely surprised at the sudden sentence Rowan said, you were at the lost for words really.

- you wanted to say something but also stay quiet, but the quietness turned to loudness from the unexpected ring from both ends of the door.

- one from being sent and one from being received

- “ oh shit “

- the ring was a text. A text from Rowan saying “ hey are you free right now? “ thing is you know Rowan heard the ring, so obviously he looked at the door and saw a figure.

- he quickly got up and opened the door, shocked to find out it was you.

Hey thank you for reading!! I truly appreciate it!! Create a life that feels good on the inside, not one that just looks good on the outside!! Love you so much take care part two coming up!!🫶🤍⭐️

side note Someone please write me some rocky balboa fanfics<3 mwah mwah

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delusionalisted · 2 years ago

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Brief PSA since I haven’t made any proper spreadsheet or carrd:

This blog is and will be used as a mean to keep practicing divination and work with different kinds of energies coming from outside my circle/coven. I’m going to take advantage of this opportunity to practice and compose in the English language as well.

My readings are FREE and will remain as such, that said, they will be shorter and less detailed than my usual, in-person readings — for my energy, health and time’s sake, I’ll go straight to the point and core of the matter at hand. (I’m able of answering more questions if I keep them short and direct for your needs. Translating and writing take time, too.)

Aside from readings, I’m going to treat this blog as a personal journey too. You will find the occasional gratitude post and more, so don’t expect this to be a soulless divination ATM.

Regarding my readings:

1. I expect you to take everything with a grain of salt. Don’t look at divination as an omniscient tool at your disposal. Destiny is not set in stone, and I trust you’re conscious of that.

2. I do not believe we are all meant for every diviner, and my readings are not for everybody. Don’t expect sugarcoating, don’t ask test-questions, don’t ask questions expecting a certain answer and so on.

Remember that not every diviner will look at the same picture. If you feel drawn to my energy or readings, then you’re welcome in this space. If you come from a place of skepticism, trying to prove or cross-test the reading another diviner has given you, then you’re going to be disappointed. Whether it’s mine or their reading that looks more accurate or trustworthy to you, it’s not an invite to be rude or offensive. Any holier-than-thou attitude will meet an immediate block. Don’t be disrespectful towards ANY diviner.

3. I DO NOT believe in lesser-valuable questions. Love readings, within their limits, are welcome, but keep in mind that simple questions require simple answers.

“Did XYZ enjoy our date?” is NOT a question that requires a full dive into channeling, you’re probably going to get a pendulum or tarot reading for that.

No readings about celebrities, doppelgängers, or anything of the sorts. Be honest and realist.

I don’t usually ask for detailed feedback because I don’t feel like pressuring anyone into giving one, especially since my services are free. I’m way more interested in how YOU felt, if YOU resonated with it, and if I provided any clarity or comfort to you. Your well-being is more important to me than skill-based feedback.

LOVE READINGS: I won’t read FOR third parties, that means I won’t tap into their energy nor I will give you private info about them. Giving me wrong initials, zodiac signs, etc. will not work.

LOVE READINGS: My readings are SFW unless stated otherwise, but I doubt strong or sexual language will be necessary for most of my readings.

HEALTH-LEGAL-FINANCIAL: These questions will not be answered, for your safety and well-being. I’m not a professional in any of those areas.

LUCK-FORTUNE-WEALTH: There’s a limit to what I do and don’t answer to. I won’t give numbers, symbols, days or whatnot for you to gamble or invest.

4. I have the right to turn down any question I don’t want to answer if I deem it inappropriate, uncomfortable or nonsensical (AND/OR bigoted, hateful, etc.) at my discretion.

5. I’m more than open to share or talk about my experiences, my craft and my practice. If you want to know anything about that before asking for a reading, feel free to send an ask.

That’s all from me at this moment. Wishing you all a nice weekend. <3

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beck-a-leck · 1 year ago

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I'm gonna vent about fic comment etiquette for a hot minute beneath the cut and I'll probably delete this later after I've slept on it but...

I thought I would take my fics off of Registered Users Only lockdown, after being on it for several months. Not gonna lie I missed my guest readers and commenters.

But literally less than 2 hours after I did that I got this comment from a repeat guest commenter who has pretty much exclusively only asked the same thing when they comment

I'm legally allowed to commit murder now, right?

Like. For the last 3+ years this person has been reading my fics almost all of their comments are like this.

I'll post a brand new chapter and they'll comment 30 seconds later, "update when?"

Like. 😤

I get being excited over a fic. I get eagerly waiting for the next chapter. I even get the impatience that can come when a fic hasn't been updated in over a year.

I am very flattered to know that people feel that way about my stories.

But, mother fucker, I have been working on other things. If you just took 30 seconds to look at the rest of my profile, you would see that I have been writing other stories. I've been thinking about other fandoms. I've been juggling a dozen different projects at any one time. And I just want to shake them and shout "You'll get it when you get it! Stop asking!"

Like. I'm pretty sure this person commented a few months ago under a different name trying to semi-guilt trip me into continuing the story, which is not and never has been abandoned, and all they ever do it trigger the contrarian little gremlin in my brain that immediately says "well, now it's gonna take even longer. Nyeh!"

I just... idk. Part of me doesn't want to assume they're intentionally being rude. But also.

There are ways to comment on a fic you enjoy and would like to see more of, even if it's been on hiatus for a while without just demanding an update. They've MADE comments in the past that have been enthused and not demanding. But recently they've just gotten rude about it, treating me like I'm a vending machine and if they drop a comment (and comment) they'll get the content they want churned out to them in 2-3 business days.

I mean. Jfc saying "Please and Thank You" can go a really long way when you're asking people for things.

Like...

I just wonder if readers like that don't realize that every frustration they feel about an unfinished story, the writer feels tenfold along with a dozen other complicated feelings about it.

I certainly didn't expect that fic to still be in progress 3 years later. I thought it would be done in 6-8 months. But I can't control my damn muses and sometimes the inspiration just goes away for a very long time, and as the writer it's infuriating and guilt-inducing to see that Last Updated date getting farther and farther away.

But as the writer who is also doing all of this for free and for fun, I want to keep writing the stories that are currently fun for me, which means enjoying when different fandoms and new story ideas come and grab me by the hand and drag me off on new adventures.

I should just ignore the comment. Or at the very least wait until I'm less annoyed about it so I can respond civilly. But right now I'm just lying in bed, considering taking away guest reader privileges again. Just because I'm feeling petty.

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mneiai · 2 years ago

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i apologise, i didn't mean to come off as rude. i'm on anon because my following is far smaller than yours and i am admittedly scared of getting harassed (not that i think you'd condone/encourage it, but only that it tends to happen with smaller blogs as a side effect of tumblr being tumblr).

i ask from a place of genuine ignorance; i don't understand how propaganda or direct lobbying would be more effective than a legal fund, nor why you'd choose to use a platform like ao3 if you disagree with their management of funding. it's not like posting to ao3 is mandatory for engaging with fandom, although i do acknowledge that it's likely where as a fic writer you'd have the largest reach.

feel free to ignore me though, i'm not trying to start anything. regardless, i wish you the best, and have a nice day.

lol you have zero clue how many followers I have and I barely have any interactions so you're not even inferring from that, come up with a better excuse next time.

The legal fund is, as I in the post you saw and many, many others have said, useless in its current state. It could not fund any real legal battle against a challenge to fanfiction. Those are expensive. Going directly for authors, directors, etc. to have better opinions of fanworks would be significantly cheaper and make them less likely to support an anti-fanwork suit or more likely to support OTW/fanworks if one happened.

OTW are a non-profit. They should not have excess money, they should always be finding a way to spend it if they get extra. This is the way non-profits work, this is not an opinion, this is the norm that they are going against for no good reason. There are multiple projects that they've said for years they're considering, as well as features people have been asking for since the very beginning, that they could be funding with their excess funds.

AO3 is the only real platform for fanfic for most of my fandoms. I have spoken about this before. Multiple times. I created fanfic tumblrs on here specifically because I wanted to move off of AO3 and have complained many times about how useless they have been.

Many of us use AO3 not because we like it, but because we want to reach more readers who would otherwise not see my fanfic. Look at my fucking fanfic blogs on here if you don't believe me, the amount of likes/reblogs compared to the amount of kudos/bookmarks for the same fic is vastly different. The amount of subscribers on most of my ongoing fic is far more than the number of followers I have on any of them or even on this blog (despite your attempts to act like I'm some big account).

AO3 created a monopoly, a large portion of older fanfic sites that may have continued on shut down because AO3 made a big deal about handling importing fanfic onto their site (there are fics on there that the writer didn't ever consent to have on there because the archive was absorbed into AO3). There have also been no real competitors because people refuse to accept that AO3 is a highly flawed site for the actual fanfic community and support the early stage projects that have popped up over the years the way people once supported AO3.

Point me to a usable competitor for my fandom and topics I write about and I'll show you a massive amount of issues they have, too.

Anyway, just block me if you're too far up AO3's ass to realize it has issues. I have no interest in people who think the status quo for the fanfic community is a good thing.

#Anonymous #ask answers #anti otw #anti ao3 #cowards

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mememanufactorum · 1 year ago

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Things I've said to my friends out of context (July 2023 edition)

* FEEL FREE TO SHARE AS YOU PLEASE, NO CREDIT NEEDED. CHANGE PRONOUNS OR ANYTHING ELSE AS DESIRED.

Stop tiptoeing your fucking death.

I see someone else has played Project Wingman.

Get your Taco Bell orchestrion roll.

I already know the smart thing to do in this situation, but when you're both enforcing it on me like this, it makes me want to buy it out of spite.

It'll just make my bank angrier, that's all.

Don't you flimflam me here, fucker.

HOW MANY LAYERS OF NEGATIVES ARE YOU GONNA BE ON?

HEY YOU WANNA SHOOT SOME OUTER GODS?

Have we just been Mandela Effecting ourselves this entire time into thinking that [name] was ever smart?

But there's a lot of little factors that probably wouldn't end up killing things that are already basically dead.

Dogs don't tend to like fireworks.

He wanted the magic fire stick.

I have TWO legs.

Where's the part where God sends down legally distinct Godzilla?

God wants to pick a fight with the human race? We're going to shoot God.

We don't quite have the power of God and anime on our side, but we do have the power of anime and a ridiculous defense budget.

One guy manages to survive and put out his own fire by RAPIDLY SPINNING on the ground.

Sure hope he found out he can punch his own shotgun blasts.

You know the funny thing? I wasn't about to yell at [name].

Man goes "Who the hell is Story of the Year?" I felt personally attacked.

I learned to claw and I liked it.

Just don't stare at the mirror, that way you don't have to worry about the mirror demons.

Whatever you do, don't look up Tallgeese Flugel.

Everything exists so [name] and [name] can slam and jam.

So I have finally found something that made me experience cringe overload for the first time in years.

I feel like I got gut-punched.

How the fuck did you make it through 90% of this game without ever using items?

You know how my ass has consistently played Pokemon since I was a kid? Pick my starter, literally use nothing but my starter, Unga Bunga my way through 100% of the game. Wing bang boom done.

Thank God we don't actually live in Armored Core timeline shenanigans, because something like this would probably result in war crimes between corporate mercenaries using mechs.

Missile launcher: Not actually a missile launcher. Just fires non-explosive, pointy, metal rods.

I also have food, you're not so special.

It wasn't just that I walked into a web, it's that fucking spooders kept shooting webs at me.

That's super fucking rude of you.

Fuck it. Take me, YHVH.

I'll blare Ace of Spades by Motorhead the whole time while we're on the freeway and the whole trip will take less than 2 hours.

Drop the bomb on me, [name]. I'm ready.

But if the dog comes to me and refuses to leave me, I have no choice but to give the affection.

I want to go back to the times where I could shitpost openly again.

Bad cosplay. He still has two arms.

So [name] is about to get BAJA BLASTED for once.

I am not sure what to say other than the fact that this sounds like an intricately layered shitcake.

Surely you would not mix and match M&M's and Skittles together, right?

You're both fucking creatures.

You fucking nondescript entity, beyond a creature at this point.

So I reserve the right to sit back and heckle from my heckler box.

I bet you ate it like a squirrel.

#meme #meme prompt #roleplay meme #roleplay prompt #sentence starters #inbox prompts #inbox meme #ask prompts

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unkillablejazz · 2 years ago

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Maximum be gay do crime is to let the stupid fucking IP finally die in obscurity instead of continuing to make queers, Jews and POC have to keep thinking about that dumb fucking white slag’s shitty writing

((Okay, I don't understand enough social queues to tell if this is supposed to be hate mail that someone just threw into my inbox with no interest in hearing anything back, or if they are actually interested in the answer and it'd be rude to trash it. So I'm gonna answer and hope whoever this is sees it and ends up less stressed out for it. (I'm kind of wondering why you went anon though if that's the case. You'd have to be watching my blog pretty religiously for that.)

Short and snarky answer because I think I'm funny:

Nah. That's totally legal, but you do you.

Longer answer with clarification:

I was suggesting stealing the source code and making a better wizard school game because I want to help. (I may not know enough hacking to get ahold of the source code but I know a bit of coding and I'd love to learn how to mod a game.) I'm an autistic lesbian with a special interest in magic. That beast's get rich quick scheme of copyright claiming every common magic/wizard term she could get her hands on with her generic coming of age boarding school rag has cornered the market on new wizard and magic stories. It makes it very hard to find new stories that appeal to my special interest without having to wade through at least the comparisons with that slag. I want to go full death of the author on her. Make it literal. Take that cardboard cutout magic school and make it into something so good it totally overshadows her. And it's fair use if it's free. Can't copyright claim fair use. I want her losing money so fast that she has a heart attack out of rage. That is what I want when I say go maximum "be gay, do crime. Eat the rich."

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monhavre · 1 month ago

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The sovereign of this haven,

Warm greetings, dear people. I go by the name Asla—nothing more, nothing less, though you're welcome to call me Aca or any nickname you feel suits me. My pronouns are she/her, and for your peace of mind, I am above the legal age. While I don't let my zodiac or MBTI define me, I'm a Leo and an ISFP, in case you're curious, but I prefer to be seen for who I am beyond those labels.

Speaking of my interests, let's start with my playlist. In K-Pop, I'm really into TOMORROW X TOGETHER, KISS OF LIFE, ENHYPEN, NewJeans, NMIXX, DAY6, Dreamcatcher, fromis_9, BOYNEXTDOOR, STAYC, and many others. Besides that, I casually listen to LANY, NIKI, JKT48, and Indonesian artists like Sheila On 7, Hivi, Vierratale, Juicy Luicy, and more. When the mood strikes, I binge-watch movies, dramas, or anime—anything except horror. As for gaming, I play Genshin Impact, Roblox, and Plato.

I'm open to any friendship invites, but there are a few things you should keep in mind. Do not follow if you're rude, frequently involved in public drama, or hate my interests. This account is also FUB free, and you always have the option to break the mutuals whenever you want.

If you have any questions, feel free to reach out to me via DM or ask through my Retrospring (use it wisely, please).

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jodilinbio · 2 months ago

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Part 42

I’ve often been told I’m very smart. Yet even the smartest people can make poor decisions at times, and so I responded to Tammy’s brief Facebook message in early 2009 saying that she hoped I was doing well. I saw no harm in sharing why I felt I could never forgive her, leaving a link to my journal in my reply so she could read my feelings in more detail. God knows I’d discussed them enough there, after all.

However, instead of apologizing for her irrational behavior in defending her abusive ex and her role in my arrest, she denied any wrongdoing, insisting she never knew where I’d moved to and that it was Bill who’d called the police, not her.

I thought about it and realized that yes, Bill might have been the one to call the cops, but he couldn’t have known where to send them if he or Tammy didn’t have some clue as to my location. My guess? Tammy had probably called people in the Phoenix area with our last name until she found someone in Tom’s family willing to share our address. I’m sure they believed her intentions were good, but I still felt betrayed.

Tammy might not have known about the default warrant any more than we did, yet she still called and sent letters to Tom, bashing me and defending Bill. By then, she was married to her third husband, so I had no reason to think she still had feelings for Bill—especially after his abuse of both her and Lisa. Over the years, I’d read about how domestic violence can severely impact a person’s psyche. I felt for the women who stood up to their abusers, ending the cycle, but I struggled to empathize with those who not only didn’t fight back but seemed to seek out abusive relationships and attack those who spoke out against their abusers. I don’t think Tammy enjoyed the abuse itself; rather, I think she enjoyed the sympathy she’d receive when discussing it with others. But only Tammy could truly know, and I wasn’t about to try to dissect her mind. She was an adult, free to make her choices, however harmful they might be. All I knew was that I felt shocked, angry, and disgusted with her behavior, convinced more than ever that she wasn’t someone I should be associating with, sister or not.

Yet Tammy piqued my curiosity—was it really that easy to find someone online?

I typed in my nieces’ names.

It was.

I found myself staring at a profile photo of my youngest niece and noticed her rather vulgar screen name. Her profile, like her sisters’, was private, so I couldn’t see much else.

Stupid mistake number two: I messaged her, mentioning her screen name and casually saying hello. I added that she didn’t have to reply, and while I was sure most of what she’d heard about me was exaggerated, it was best for us to continue on our separate ways. Then I wished her luck and signed off.

If I’m honest, the message was less about reconnecting and more about curiosity. So yes, I admit it. I didn’t care about saying hi or wishing her a happy birthday. I got a kick out of the thought of her reading my journal and sharing it with her sisters if she followed the link on my profile. I knew Tammy wouldn’t be pleased.

She wasn’t.

My inbox was flooded the next day with messages from both Tammy and Sarah on MySpace and the journal site. I hadn’t expected to hear from Sarah, so her rude response caught me off guard. But really, why should I have been surprised? Didn’t the apple usually fall close to the tree?

Her message said she was standing by her mother, unsurprisingly, given she was just 18 at the time. She mentioned there was still some “damage” there and hinted at remembering past letters I’d sent her parents.

Then the cyberbullying began. I was stalked from site to site and threatened. Eventually, Tammy admitted she’d called the cops a decade ago, intending to get me in jail, and could do it again. She didn’t say it outright, but “I did it once; I can do it again” was enough for me.

She threatened to show up at our “dingy trailer” in California and take legal action against me for harassment and slander, even though they had sought out my journal on their own, and I was simply sharing my opinions and thoughts, not for any profit and not providing any identifying info. She demanded I never contact anyone in her family again, mocked my photos, called my husband “queer,” and wished us ill. She even made fun of our financial struggles.

When I’m angry, I try to keep things fair, and I wasn’t about to say she was a bad cook, for example, just because I was mad at her. The truth is, no matter my feelings toward her, she was a good cook.

Tammy was just the opposite. Suddenly, I wasn’t good at the things she once said I excelled in when she wasn’t angry at me. She mocked the things she’d empathize with if we were on good terms. She’d also invent events that never happened. If she was mad at me for something I actually said or did, she’d not only be quick to mention it but would also add in anything else she could make up on the spot.

I began posting their nasty messages in my journal, hoping it would embarrass them enough to back off since the diary site didn’t have a ‘block user’ feature. But they didn’t seem to care about how they were incriminating themselves. I had checked the laws because I learned the hard way that what you didn’t know really could hurt you, and I knew I wasn’t doing anything illegal. Tammy, on the other hand, was.

Eventually, Lisa contacted me, insisting that despite what they’d said, I was still her aunt. She bashed her mother and gave me the impression that they were no longer speaking.

I was hesitant to respond but eventually told her that while I wished her well, I didn’t think it was wise for us to be in touch, knowing her mother would likely pressure her to stop if she found out.

Lisa insisted she had been trying to locate me for years and genuinely wanted a place in my life, so I left it at that. I answered whatever messages she sent without initiating any of my own. I just wanted to be polite, not necessarily friendly.

Not long after, Lisa exposed her true colors. She messaged me in a fury, accusing me of “lying” to her grandfather about when we’d first talked, saying I’d mentioned April when it was actually August. Her message also declared that whatever happened between her and her mother was none of my business (after taking it upon herself to divulge info about it).

I finished reading her message, saddened and embarrassed for her and her mother. The sudden change in her was astonishing. She’d gone from zero to a hundred in seconds. I wasn’t sure if it was drugs or plain instability, but it was sad knowing that some people had nothing better to do than jump to conclusions and then harass others. If she had calmly asked me, I’d have explained that I never mentioned when we began talking to my father. In fact, I hadn’t even mentioned her at all—just that Tammy had reached out, and I wasn’t interested in reconnecting. But, sure enough, they dragged my parents into it, involving them in drama they didn’t need at their age and with their own challenges.

I didn’t bother responding to Lisa’s message. Instead, I added it to my daily entry, knowing she would read it and not be pleased. Maybe this would teach her to ask questions before accusing.

But then I stopped to think. Did my writing about them actually bother them? Hmm… I wasn’t so sure anymore. If it really did, why were they still reading my journal? And why did they keep sending me nasty messages that they knew I’d publish?

Holy crap, I thought as Tammy and Lisa continued their harassment. They’re getting a thrill out of this! They actually want me to write about them. It almost chilled me to think that someone in their fifties could enjoy such childish nonsense. It saddened me too. Had Tammy’s life become that miserable? I also realized that their desire to get me jailed wasn’t because my writing bothered them but because they were simply that vengeful.

I started closing as many access points as I could, now disturbed by the idea of them reading my journal, knowing they were enjoying it. But then I came to not care one way or the other who read it, something I suspect Tammy and her kids eventually tired of. After all, what’s so exciting about someone’s “dingy trailer” life full of “rats, dolls, and a ‘queer’ husband”?

Ah, the sweetness of cyber revenge. It was gratifying for a while, and I even slipped my journal link to a few others whose names I won’t mention.

But I’d had enough of Tammy and her unstable brood and was ready to move on without them. Even if we’d gotten along, I saw no point in buddying up with someone on the other side of the country with whom I shared nothing in common. We had different interests, tastes, and views on life. She was night; I was day. And I certainly didn’t need to associate with a bunch of twenty-somethings either.

Any “get-lost” spells out there? I wondered. God seemed to be ignoring most of my prayers, including the ones asking for Tom to get a job, so I didn’t expect any divine help. Instead, I lay down and entered a meditative state. I visualized their faces, distasteful as it was, and then imagined those images dissolving into nothing. Just nothing. I reminded myself they couldn’t harm me and that I had done nothing wrong. It wasn’t that I was afraid they’d actually harm me or take me to court. I was just tired of their harassment on the one site where I couldn’t block them, and I certainly wasn’t about to inconvenience myself by leaving. So I willed them out of my life as hard as I could.

And then I stopped hearing from them.

But Tammy left me with something: a newfound interest in social sites. I updated and spruced up my profiles. I didn’t care about racking up “friends,” but I was curious to see if I could reconnect with people I’d known.

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