#king vc: who the hell

[muiitoloko]

Oioi, quero compartilhar uma ideia que eu tive: Lionel começa a pensar que ele precisa de um herdeiro pq ele já não é mais tão novo e a Shabandar Media precisará de um outro CEO no futuro, ele passa em frente a uma loja de roupas de bebê e vê roupas com tema de safari na vitrine e a de leão chama muito a atenção dele, ele tem o baby fever ativado e o breeding kink aguçado pela ideia de "manter a empresa na família" - baby fever + breeding kink = 🔥

A ideia foi essa, pode mudar, editar, fazer o que quiser com ela pq eu devoro todas as fics que vc escreve de tão boas que elas são, obrigada por ser uma das únicas pessoas que escreve fics do Colin e do Alan ♥️

Title: The Heir to the Shahbandar Empire

Summary: A chance glance at a baby store sparks an unexpected obsession in Lionel: an heir. His wife is in for a wild ride—starting that very night.

Pairing: Lionel Shahbandar × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: Obrigado pelo seu pedido! Espero que goste disso 🫶

Also read on Ao3

Lionel tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, exhaling sharply as he sat at yet another red light. He had dismissed his driver for the day, deciding to take the car himself—a rare indulgence. He hardly ever drove, always being chauffeured from one event to another, from one extravagant business deal to the next. But today, he wanted the feel of the car under his hands, the control, the freedom. It was an unfamiliar yet exhilarating experience, despite the absolute disaster that was London traffic.

His sharp, dark eyes flicked to his phone, resting in the mount on the dashboard. Nothing particularly interesting. No urgent calls, no pressing messages. A rare quiet moment in the whirlwind of his life.

He sighed and looked out the window instead.

That was when he saw it.

A small boutique nestled between two towering buildings, its window display carefully arranged by a young shopgirl. She was adjusting the tiny outfits on display—delicate, soft fabrics in pastel hues. But it wasn’t the quaint charm of the boutique that caught Lionel’s eye. No, it was the baby clothes. More specifically, the safari-themed ones.

And, of course, the lion outfit.

Lionel’s fingers tightened slightly on the wheel as he took in the sight of the miniature costume—a tiny, golden onesie with a fluffy mane around the hood, little ears poking out at the top. It was ridiculous. Adorable. Nostalgic.

He had one just like it when he was a child—though his had been an actual costume, not an outfit. He had worn it constantly, roaring around the grand halls of his childhood home, declaring himself “King of the Pride Lands.” His poor nanny had spent more time coaxing him out of that costume than teaching him any proper etiquette.

But Lionel didn’t think about that time, about his own childhood.

He thought about an heir.

His heir.

Something stirred deep in his chest—an unfamiliar, unsettling sensation. He wasn’t getting any younger. He was already older than most men who started thinking about such things. His empire, his fortune, his legacy—it had to go somewhere. He could leave it to one of his distant cousins, or even to you, his brilliant, beautiful wife. But a child… a son, a daughter—his blood— was suddenly an idea that lodged itself in his brain like a splinter he couldn’t ignore.

And the most ironic part of it all? He had never wanted children.

He despised them. Couldn’t stand their incessant whining, their sticky hands, their unpredictable tantrums. He had spent years relishing his freedom, his untethered, indulgent lifestyle. A child was the last thing he had ever considered.

And yet, here he was.

Sitting at a red light. Staring at a baby store.

Thinking about breeding you.

A sharp honk from behind jolted him out of his thoughts.

Lionel’s hooked nose flared as he snapped his gaze to the traffic light. Green. Bloody hell. He had been sitting there too long. With a low growl of frustration, he slammed his foot on the accelerator, his luxury car surging forward.

But his mind was elsewhere.

His fingers gripped the wheel tighter, his jaw set with newfound purpose.

The idea of a child—the very thought of you, his wife, his lioness, swollen with his heir—had ignited something deep within him. It wasn’t just possessiveness. It was more than that. It was primal. A need that had been lurking beneath the surface, unnoticed until now. He had built an empire, ruled his kingdom. Now, he needed an heir to inherit it. To carry his name.

And if he was going to do this… he was going to do it tonight.

He pressed down on the accelerator, weaving through traffic with reckless precision. He had to get home. Had to get to you.

Because tonight?

Tonight, he was keeping the business in the family.

You heard the familiar hum of Lionel’s car as it pulled into the driveway, the sound as recognizable as the man himself—powerful, controlled, yet always on the verge of breaking the rules. You smiled to yourself as you hurried to greet him, as you always did, your steps light with anticipation.

But the moment Lionel stepped inside, you knew something was different.

His sharp, dark eyes locked onto you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. He barely let the door shut behind him before he was on you, sweeping you up in his arms in one fluid motion. A gasp escaped your lips as he carried you with effortless strength, spinning around and setting you down on the nearest surface—the ornate dresser in the hallway. The wood creaked slightly under the sudden weight, but neither of you cared.

“Lionel!” you laughed breathlessly, your hands bracing against his chest, your pulse already quickening. “What the hell has gotten into—”

Your words were swallowed by his lips crashing into yours.

The kiss was desperate, bruising, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek as he tilted his head, deepening the contact. He wasn’t just kissing you—he was consuming you. His hands gripped your hips possessively, fingers digging in like he was afraid you might disappear if he didn’t hold you tight enough.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was tugging at his own clothes, not bothering with his usual meticulousness. His jacket was the first casualty, ripped from his shoulders and tossed to the floor with no regard for its expensive tailoring. His tie followed, yanked loose with a growl, the silk slithering to the ground like a discarded snake.

“Lionel, what—” you started, half laughing, half gasping, as he moved between your legs, his hands already sliding under your dress.

He didn’t answer immediately. He just kissed you harder, his baritone voice muffled against your lips as he muttered, “Time to make a baby.”

You froze for half a second, your mind scrambling to process what you had just heard. Your fingers instinctively pressed against his chest, pushing him back just enough to look into his dark, feverish eyes.

“A baby?” you echoed, blinking. “Lionel, you—”

He didn’t let you finish. His hands moved to your thighs, gripping them firmly as he pulled you closer to the edge of the dresser, spreading your legs around him. His fingers hooked into your panties, tugging them down with purpose.

You caught his wrists, stopping him, though amusement curled in your lips. “Wait, wait, wait—” you laughed, still breathless. “A baby? You? The same Lionel Shahbandar who once declared that children are sticky, loud, and should be kept at least fifty feet away from him at all times?”

Lionel huffed, rolling his eyes, but his hands remained firm on your thighs, his grip unyielding. “I might have said that,” he admitted, his smirk betraying no shame. “But I’ve changed my mind.”

You scoffed, arching an eyebrow. “Oh? And what brought on this sudden… paternal epiphany?”

He exhaled sharply, his hands roaming up your thighs, fingers pressing into your soft skin. “I need an heir,” he said, his voice a mix of arrogance and something dangerously raw. “Someone to inherit everything I’ve built. My empire, my fortune—hell, even my bloody art collection.”

You stared at him for a beat before bursting into laughter. “So, what? Mufasa has decided it’s time to produce a Simba?”

Lionel tilted his head, amusement flickering in his dark eyes as he leaned in, his hooked nose brushing against yours. “And if I have?” he murmured, his voice a slow, deliberate rumble that sent heat pooling between your legs.

You grinned wickedly, lowering your voice to a deep, exaggerated tone, imitating Mufasa from The Lion King. “Everything the light touches will be yours, my son.”

Lionel let out a low chuckle, his hands sliding under your dress again. “Christ, you’re ridiculous,” he muttered, though the amusement in his voice was unmistakable. His smirk turned wicked as he pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin of your neck. “But you’re also fucking perfect. And you’re going to look even more perfect carrying my child.”

You shivered at the possessiveness in his tone, your teasing expression faltering just slightly. “You really want this?” you asked softly, searching his gaze.

Lionel pulled back just enough to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. For once, the mischief in his expression was overshadowed by something deeper—something almost reverent.

“I do,” he murmured, his baritone voice softer now, but no less intense. “I want to see you swollen with my child. I want to know that I’ve left something behind in this world that’s mine. And not just anything—ours.”

Your breath caught at the sheer sincerity in his words, your heart pounding against your ribs. He wasn’t just saying it to rile you up—he meant it.

And God help you, but you wanted it too.

You swallowed hard, your hands sliding up to grip his shoulders. “Then don’t just talk about it, Lionel,” you whispered, a teasing smirk playing at your lips despite the heat coiling in your belly. “Prove it.”

His eyes darkened.

“Oh, love,” he murmured, his hands gripping your thighs tighter as he tugged you flush against him. “You have no idea what you’ve just unleashed.”

With that, he hooked his fingers into your panties and tore them clean off.

You gasped, but before you could say anything, Lionel was already undoing his belt, the sharp clink of metal sending a thrill down your spine. His trousers followed, pooling at his feet, and then he was pressing against you, his thick cock already hard, already leaking, already desperate.

“Gonna fuck my baby into you,” he growled, his voice rough as he lined himself up. “Gonna fill you up so full of me, there won’t be any doubt.”

You whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he rubbed the head of his cock against your soaked entrance, teasing, taunting.

“Say it,” he ordered, his breath hot against your lips. “Tell me you want it.”

You moaned softly, your legs tightening around his waist. “I want it,” you gasped, your body aching for him. “I want you to fill me up, Lionel.”

He groaned at your words, his control snapping.

Without another second of hesitation, he thrust inside you, burying himself to the hilt in one deep, possessive stroke. You cried out, your nails raking down his back as he stretched you, filled you, owned you.

“Fuck, love,” Lionel groaned, his hooked nose flaring as he watched you take him. “So tight, so perfect. Like you were made to carry my child.”

He pulled back, only to slam into you again, setting a brutal, claiming pace. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers bruising as he fucked into you like a man possessed.

“Gonna breed you,” he rasped, his voice a dangerous growl. “Gonna keep you full of my cock, my cum, until it takes.”

You moaned helplessly, your body arching into his, every hard thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

“You like that?” he taunted, his baritone voice dripping with arrogance. “Like the idea of me knocking you up, love? Of everyone seeing you round and knowing you belong to me?”

“Y-yes,” you gasped, your legs trembling as pleasure coiled tighter in your core.

Lionel grinned wickedly, one hand slipping between you to rub at your clit. “Then come for me,” he commanded. “Come on my cock, love—let me feel you.”

You shattered around him, your release crashing over you in waves, your body convulsing as his name tore from your lips.

Lionel cursed, his grip tightening as he fucked you through it, his thrusts growing erratic. “Gonna fill you up, love,” he growled, his voice barely more than a breathless snarl. “Gonna put my baby in you.”

With a final, deep thrust, he groaned, his entire body tensing as he came, spilling deep inside you, his heat flooding your womb.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room your ragged breathing.

Then, Lionel smirked, pressing a lazy, satisfied kiss to your shoulder.

“That’s one,” he murmured. “Best be ready, darling. I don’t intend to stop until I’m sure it takes.”

The living room buzzed with quiet conversation, the warm glow of candlelight flickering off the crystal glasses and fine china Lionel had insisted on using, despite your protests that it was just a private family gathering. You sat with Sinclair, Lionel's cousin, and your father, along with a few other close relatives; the air was thick with anticipation.

“Where the hell is he?” your father grumbled, checking his watch for the third time in as many minutes. “It's just my grandson's birthday party, not the coronation of a damn king.”

You sighed, leaning back against the plush couch. “Oh, you know Lionel,” you said, waving a dismissive hand. “He always likes a bit of drama.”

Sinclair, lounging beside you with a drink in hand, smirked. “A bit of drama?” he echoed. “Darling, the man treats every moment like he’s starring in his own personal Shakespearean epic. I wouldn’t be surprised if he made an entrance on a golden chariot.”

Just as the words left Sinclair’s mouth, the first notes of The Circle of Life blared from hidden speakers.

Your heart sank.

Sinclair’s eyes widened in pure delight.

“Oh, God,” you muttered, already burying your face in your hands.

The doors to the living room burst open with dramatic flair, and there stood Lionel, dressed in what could only be described as a monstrosity of theatrical excess—a golden robe, billowing as if conjured by unseen wind, cinched at the waist with an absurdly ornate belt.

In his arms, your one-year-old son, Liam, was decked out in a plush lion onesie, complete with little ears and a tail. His tiny fists waved excitedly in the air as Lionel lifted him high, mimicking the famous scene from The Lion King.

“NAAAAANTS INGONYAMAAAAAAA BAGITHI BABAAAAA!” Lionel bellowed, voice rich and baritone, completely committing to the performance.

The room fell into stunned silence.

Your father blinked. Once. Twice. Then slowly turned to look at you.

“This,” he said flatly, “is the man you married.”

You groaned, massaging your temples. “Unfortunately.”

Meanwhile, Sinclair, the absolute menace that he was, immediately got into the spirit of things. With a grand, sweeping motion, he slid off the couch and bowed deeply before Liam, arms outstretched in a display of reverence.

“The heir to the Shahbandar dynasty has arrived!” Sinclair declared, his voice filled with mock solemnity.

Your mother covered her mouth, stifling a laugh.

Lionel, grinning like a mischievous fox, slowly turned to face the assembled guests, his expression positively regal. “Behold!” he proclaimed. “My son, my heir, the future ruler of the Shahbandar empire!”

Liam giggled, wiggling in his father’s grip, completely oblivious to the spectacle.

Your father exhaled sharply. “I need a drink.”

You nodded. “Same.”

“Would you like to hold your grandson?” Lionel offered grandly, lowering Liam to your father’s level.

Your father reached out, but just as he was about to take Liam, Lionel dramatically snatched him back at the last second, holding him high again. “NOT YET!” he declared. “THE CEREMONY IS NOT COMPLETE.”

“Oh, for—” Your father clenched his fists, looking dangerously close to throttling Lionel.

Sinclair, meanwhile, had abandoned all dignity and was now kneeling on one knee, arms raised as though awaiting divine blessings. “We pledge our loyalty to the young lion!” he cried.

Your father shot Sinclair an incredulous look. “Are you seriously encouraging this?”

Sinclair, without missing a beat, simply shrugged. “Might as well lean into it.”

Your hand smacked against your forehead as Lionel continued. “With this child, the Shahbandar name shall live on for generations! No longer shall we be merely a legacy of wealth and power!” He thrust Liam slightly higher. “WE SHALL BE A DYNASTY! ”

Liam giggled again, kicking his chubby legs in delight.

Your father let out a long, pained sigh and turned to you. “Divorce is always an option.”

You patted his arm sympathetically. “I’ve thought about it.”

Lionel, apparently satisfied with the ceremony, finally lowered Liam and kissed his chubby cheek. “Ah, my little lion,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “You have no idea the empire that awaits you.”

Sinclair wiped a fake tear from his eye. “That was beautiful, Lionel. Truly. Shakespeare himself is weeping from beyond the grave.”

Lionel turned to you, grinning. “Admit it, love. This was far more entertaining than some dull little cake-cutting.”

You let out a long, suffering sigh but couldn’t quite suppress the fond smile tugging at your lips. “You’re impossible.”

Lionel smirked, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And yet, you married me.”

Your father groaned into his drink.

Sinclair raised his glass. “To the heir of the Shahbandar dynasty!”

The rest of the family laughed and clapped, the initial shock giving way to amusement. Even your father eventually softened, shaking his head with a chuckle as he finally took Liam into his arms.

As the music faded and Lionel draped an arm around your shoulders, he leaned in close, his baritone voice low and teasing. “I was thinking we should start working on another heir and a spare. What do you say, love?”

You arched a brow. “Lionel.”

“Yes, darling?”

“Shut up and cut the damn cake.”

Sinclair clinked his glass against Lionel’s. “You heard the lady.”

Lionel sighed dramatically. “Very well. But next year, we’re doing a full reenactment of The Lion King. I shall require elephants.”

You groaned.

Your father choked on his drink.

Sinclair, already scheming, grinned. “I’ll make some calls.”

[movedtoazrahel]

          SHE WAS MOST CERTAINLY NOTING THE CHANGE HE WAS SHOWING COMPARED TO HOW HE WAS YEARS AGO. head tilted, watching -- waiting to see what he would do. and she could very well tell that there was some sort of inner battle going on. hell, she's had that same battle quite a few times with herself. centuries ago, she was one of the coldest archangels that god had created. one of the unmerciful ones. all those years spent back then, killing and spreading plagues. her time though among humanity had made her softer. and it showed. there's a small hum that comes from her and her smile grows. "you do well. you haven't heard me complain, now have you?" her words came out more on the playful side. six wings remained spread, the lower set though, began to sit in a more relaxed posed. "anywhere. though -- should probably warn you. near the shoulder blades -- they're sensitive." azrael glanced over her shoulder. "wouldn't want an angel to get all tingly right?"

THERE’S  A  WAR  IN  HIS  MIND  AT  THE  THOUGHT.  There’s  a  profound  part  of  him  that  wants  to  scoff  and  walk  away,  give  a  cutting  remark  and  shrug  off  the  thought.  And,  maybe  a  few  years  ago,  he  would  have  —  but  being  given  some  HUMANITY  has  changed  him  to  a  degree.  Now,  things  like  —  feelings,  emotions,  curiosity  —  they  dig  in  and  take  hold,  and  it’s  faint  and  barely  there  but  it  feels  and  it’s  hard  to  let  go  of.  

“  I  do  try  to  run  a  fair  business,  ”  he  says,  evenly,  and  then  he  clears  his  throat,  waving  a  hand  vaguely  at  the  admittedly  impressive  spread,  brows  furrowing  deep.  (  Not  that  he’d  say  it  out  loud.  )    “  Right.  Is  there  a  —  place?  ”  —  funny,  how  swiftly  the  confidently  arrogant  King  of  Hell  can  turn  awkward  when  faced  with  these  kind  of  oh-so-mortal  curiosities.

[bestworstcase]

What are all the different fractals of ozlem?

ALL of them? 😶

um.

(ghost quartet vc) THIS IS A CIRCULAR STORY…

romantic pairings (high confidence):

blake (oz) / yang (salem) – adam as their god of light – the tower is rootlessness – assorted Posts ren (oz) / nora (salem) – the nuckelavee as their light – the tower is homelessness [penny (oz)] -> oscar (oz) / ruby (salem) – ozpin as their god of light – the tower is summer rose

romantic pairings (unhinged speculation):

[pyrrha (oz)] -> gillian (oz) / jaune (salem) – laughs weakly. croci amour – the tree is the tower – og spit take – follow up – the I GUESS! moment – gill as ozma – thematic breakdown winter (oz) / cinder (salem) – ????????????????????? – the tower is destiny

whatever the hell is going on with STR:

– summer the ozma who took salems hand – (adam lunar eclipse?? foreshadowing) – raven the salem who followed ozma – tai the salem who never stopped waiting – glynda??? (<- narrative rule: ozlem MUST be equals) – QUESTION MARK.

uncategorized:

emerald (oz) + mercury (salem) – tentatively, tyrian is the tower – silver eyes?? – may or may not eventuate romantically – being cinder’s "children" complicates it – i don’t know – they’re definitely paired though – emerald the spy – mercury the messenger

non-romantic / unpaired fractals:

the cat (salem) + jabber (salem) – one is cursed and desperate – one is punished and demonized the red king/prince (oz) – must win his game at any cost – caged by self-inflicted purpose – becomes stuck in a child… the herbalist (oz) – bitter, jaded, going through motions – needs the cat to unblind him – sends somewhat to help the prince – (that’s oz fighting the curse) weiss as aroace ozlem – maiden who is her own knight neo (salem) + alyx (salem) – the girl in the tower – the girl who fell through the world – explore storyteller/perspective themes

character developing interactions:

cinder + weiss -> jaune – cinder challenges his hero complex – weiss is saved x2 then saves him sun + ilia -> blake – sun functions as an oz-mirror to blake – in that he abandons his team for her – like she abandoned hers for yang – ilia echoes salem (persecuted, desperate) – blake empathizes with + forgives her – foreshadowing ozlem reconciliation

THERE MAY BE OTHERS… i keep meaning to make a detailed chart. one day

[naradivision]

Hypmic OC Halloween Party 2023 🎃 ~Part I

Once the night of 31rd October has already come to the town, who knows? Something extra supernatural is bound to happen!

Disclaimer: Please note that these are not the actual titles to the songs, I just made them up of course. All these songs obviously belong to their respective artists,

And the OCs mentioned belong to their respective creators as well!

To be honest, at first I attempted to make the cast match with their headcanon VCs but considered giving it up at some point because if I did that, some names would be brought up too often *side-glancing at Yuuya, Saigo, and Yorii* 

Surprisingly, almost every song happens to have their own English subtitles available, so open them up if you’d like to know something. I’ll leave more details in your imagination then (¬‿¬)

If you feel tempted to do the fanarts, please feel free to do it XD

So, now. Isn’t it time to let the Feast begins?

3, 

[All lights in the stadium suddenly flickered on and off uncontrollably]

2, 

[One by one, every light in the stadium has eventually been turned off]

1, 

[Now, everything around was soon engulfed in the complete darkness]

.

.

.

#1 Answer The Call (Offer Your Soul)

Kureha “Eclipse” Koizumi

Sumire “Diabla” Shinomiya

Asuka “TREA$URE” Koizumi

Lyall “Corvus” Shiba

Kaoru “Arachne” Shinozaki

Kotono “Shiki” Ohara

Tasuku “Katame” Kawanoe

Eden “Ember” Yamamura

Kaori “Black Orchid” Narizuka

Real title: Dakini Covered by O.B.N.N (AeGJoongG, YangDoki, RaA, EASYDOG, Gogyeol, DALNODO, Seelight, EDEN, ZENRUA) | Original by twinkle, UtaP ft. Kagamine Rin

In the midst of the night, two pairs of red lights roam in darkness…

#2 Werehumans

Kanra “D. Vil” Akemi

Yorii “Sireen” Sakuma

Real title:  Kaibutsu (Monster) Covered by Amatsuki x 96neko | Original by YOASOBI

Dear pioneers, raise up your flags!

The land that no one has yet to know before…

Declare we’re now the ones in charge!

#3 Neverland Kakumei

Kosuke “Lumière” Furuhata

Lana “Facade” Alarie

Aranai “Ride or Die” Norikoru

Tomi “High Class” Chōten

Azusa “Onna-musha” Furukawa

Yuki “Ice King” Kuraokami

Ryūnosuke “Fist N Fury” Sekiguchi

Ace “MC Patriot” Douglas

Yudai “KILLA W” Toya

Asato “AR Master” Rikiya

Anika “Rush Hour” Kiyozaki

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Kotan “Kamuy” Anchikar

Aoba “Guinevere” Yamamura

Real title:  World Domination Original by Hikifes team 2019 (mafumafu, soraru, luz, un:c, araki, nqrse, syounen T, amatsuki, urata, tonari no sakata, shima, senra, eve, sou) a.k.a. My favs all stars XD

——[ Interval: Fan Meeting Session ]——

Howdy~

And sorry for the wait, my dear mortals♡

Hasn’t anybody told you not to follow voices in the night?

#5 See me? See me? (Succubus ’s Lullaby)

Aika “VeeXn” Yumi

[For goodness’s sake, the extent of her show this time was only limited to singing and dancing… Thus, the minors can enjoy it too]

Real title:  Wiggle Wiggle Original by Raon

…Promise me one thing?

Don’t ever let yourself be drawn into this dreamy sweet trap, ‘Kay?

#4 Zombiz Fantasy ♥︎

Shuu “Men-H” Edogawa

Kaiji “Jinx” Sano

Touya “MC Darling” Kisaragi

Real title: Kokotsu ni Yamu (Ecstatic Breakdown) Original by alfakyun ft. takayan Welp, sorry for the unmatched number of voice casts

Exhausted yet?

…No? That’s great!

Why don’t we spice things up a bit before meeting the shuffle teams in the second half! 

#6 Lull X Roar

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Yorii “Sireen” Sakuma

Real title:  Hell is mine Original by araki x luz Yorii did say in his interview that maybe they could work together so why not? I even pray for their voice claims (Amatsuki & Araki) to actually collab one day

🎃 Behind the scenes Pt.1

Even though there are other divisions and some participants which may not be mentioned above, they’re all invited and have their own parts in this event as well. For examples;

Himari Asami, Hiroshi Sakura, and Suzuran Minazuki (who was on the request of her non-blood-related cousin) were in charge of designing and making costumes with the assistance of three fashion interns; Aimi Miyazaki, Alice Shiroka, and Umi Kobayashi.

Akira Arai, Natsume Kurome, Kururi Yamamura and Queen Card’s team were noted to took part in making props. By the way, Kureha Koizumi was anticipated to participate in this as well but she unexpectedly showed up in the opening show —much to everyone’s surprise.

Reiaki Suzubayashi and Emiko Akaibara showed to work together on helping the cast prepare themselves before entering the stage.

Chiyuri Seiguni was tasked to be the main operator of most special effects on stage via the brief from the real technician, Raiden Otoha since this one had to take his part in the 7th show.

Aiko Mayeda was the D.J. and he got the party started! The 86 band and other musical units associated with other division members were also joined in to provide music for some songs.

Most choreography throughout the shows were designed and coached by Yeong Hajoon, Haruto Morikawa, and Kaede Iwasawa.

The representative of Snowflake Sentinel News, Yoichi Shujo; and the head of a certain publishing-house, Nellie Yukimura were assigned to deliver the details of this event. Please expect more live reports and some tidbits behind the scenes from them.

The foods and drinks in this event were all supplied by the alliance between Luis Kōkyū, Rashaad Young, Harumatsuya shop, and Rikiya farm.

The main sponsors of the previous event are Sigma Inc., Toi Pharmaceutical, and E.L. Medical Co. Therefore, this time it’s the turn of Wonder⇓anD Sound Systems, Arakawa Tech Industries, and the concert venue was organized by the entertainment agency “Kairiku Production” with the cooperation of Queen Card’s league. 

For some reason, a certain division was banned from participating —to be specific, it’s Ginza Division. However, Eiji Noguchi and his family were secretly invited because his children wanted to come.

At first Fusao Ise and Queen card were honored to be the MCs (or the hosts) of this event but because the latter had to ‘prepare’ for her own part in the 11th show, Reika Aichi was surprisingly nominated to take over this role once again alongside Fusao.

At the beginning, all the cast were seen wearing some kind of masquerade mask before their first show started.

Though not every division was present in the 3rd show, there were flags with symbols of each team ever participated in the D.R.B. showing on stage.

For whatever reason, Aranai Norikoru was the one who delivered the line “Toki wo (Shout)!” before the chorus “Kakumei wa matte (The revolution has succeeded)!” was sung by all divisions. Well, someone in the cast seemed visibly displeased with how this turned out.

Despite the 6th show being performed by Yuuya Kanata and Yorii Sakuma, the one who advised them on the lyrics was their senior musician, Ren Nakashima, and the music provider for this show was none other than the 86 Band

Before two boys of the 6th show left the stage, the camera caught both Yuuya and Yorii high-fiving Ren who was up for the next show…

▶︎ TO BE CONTINUE IN PT. 2…

Amazing OCs mentioned above are from:

@saitama-division @shinagawa-division @enoshima-division @niigata-division @edogawa-division @sendaidivision @fukuokadivision1 @hamamatsu-divison @toshima-division @setagaya-division @kawasaki-division @kyoto-division @uenodivision @aoyama-division @taito-division @sapporo-division @naha-division @okinawa-division @toyama-division @akihabara-division03 @naradivision @hakodate-division @kumamoto-division @minato-division01 @suginami-division @kobedivision @katsushika-division @miyazaki-division @harajukudivision @urayasu-division @nakanodivision @odaibadivision @chiyoda-divison @minato-division03 @chiyoda-division2 @takatsuki-division @megurodivision @koto-division @ginza-division @shizuokadivision

P.S. Apologizing if I missed out some divisions or have made anyone sound OOC ��I'm trying lmao.

Oh, and there were part 2 of course! Maybe other OCs might join in the cast there~~

...Happy Halloween & hoping y’all enjoy it :)

[murfpersonalblog]

[book!Lestat is the carbon copy of Marius, but on meth. The ultimate narcissist misogynist racist imperialist colonial neoliberalist hell demon]

I'm unfamiliar with anything VC past Merrick so I wanted to ask since you mentioned that Lestat gets something of a redemption arc in it - what is the tone of the Prince Lestat trilogy, specifically in how it frames the establishment of a vampire monarchy? Because some of the most hair-ripping parts of TVL are when he pontificates on his secular, rational, progressive quintessentially 18th century mind that rejects superstition & tradition. Plus Marius giving that white supremacist monologue on the value of human life in the west doing away with monarchy ofc. 

OMG I've been wanting to talk more about the Chateau Era! 😭

"some of the most hair-ripping parts of TVL are when he pontificates on his secular, rational, progressive quintessentially 18th century mind that rejects superstition & tradition"

You'll be seeing a LOT more of this, my friend! XD The Prince Lestat trilogy & its tone encapsulates precisely how AR felt about Lestat (who was inspired by her husband Stan Rice): Lestat's her golden child, her favorite character, the main protagonist & hero & Aryan white savior of the entire vampiric/human/alien-replimoid/Taltos/angelic/demonic race. The Chateau is the Savage Garden going back to Eden/paradise--it's AR's final chapter, the New Heaven and the New Earth after the apocalypse--21st century vampires twirling around in LITERAL 18th century ballgowns as they celebrate the New World Order under Lestat. The last book, Blood Communion, was actually illustrated, and this is the final page, showing the Chateau & the Vampire Court as they were in 2017:

The Chateau is the perfect happily ever after fairytale ending, cuz that's how AR imagined her vampires: romantic, opulent relics/encapsulations of the Old World, and all that implies. (Which is why I NEED to see AMC!Louis become the Prince Consort in France; I'm gonna crack up and die; the Meghan Markle parallels are too good to pass up! 😅)

AR's vampire covens of the Old World Europe are microcosmic monarchies--each coven leader is effectively the king, the Master/Maker of his Fledglings and hangers-on. What's wild is that AR THOUGHT she'd totally removed vampires from religious irrational backwards thinking and moved them into the scientific "Modern" age. But look at the TOP HATS & BALLGOWNS they're wearing in 2017. 🤦 TBF, Lestat said people could wear whatever they wanted, but VELVET was the fabric of the Court--a la Marius & Lestat, as Marius had painted on the Chateau's ballroom ceiling.

Lestat had adopted Benji's philosophy about vampires being one Tribe/family (which is Judeo-Christian at its core, esp. since Benji's an Israeli and the "tribes" are Biblically inspired); a family that should live under one roof (his) & follow one way of life (his) & answer to one God/Voice (his/Marius). AR's books had been leading up to PL & BC the whole time.

The establishment of a vampire monarchy started with Akasha herself, queen of Egypt who wanted to make a matriarchal empire of undead. Naturally, being a mouthpiece of the white patriarchy, AR made the black woman the villain of the VC and had her killed (same w/ Replimoids TBH)--ultimately for Lestat's benefit.

There's 3 main vamps who defined what a vampire monarchy looks like: Marius, Armand, & Lestat. Marius isolated himself from his vampiric peers to keep TWMBK safe. His painting workshop/studio full of little human boys is no equivalent of a vamp court, but it's an intentionally stark parallel w/ legit covens like Santino's Children of Darkness/Satan. Marius lived in his art-nerd "court," in the "light." The image of the vampire Marius in his opulent red velvet cloaks was such anathema to Santino that he burned down Marius' villa. The image of "Master" Marius had Armand reeling when he saw Lestat prancing all over town in his red velvet--The Once and Future King reborn--Marius 2.0.

After being brainwashed by Santino, book!Armand became the coven leader par excellence, a "real, monstrous" vampire--controlling his coven with an iron fist; killing young vamps on sight & "purging" the territories he claimed. From Night Island to Trinity Gate, Armand was always making mini-empires for himself, a modernized neocapitalist take on the Old World regimes he had been born under (AMC moving Armand to Dubai is genius). Armand's dark where Lestat is light; not afraid to get his hands dirty (as seen in PLatRoA when the Replimoids start becoming a "threat" to the vampires).

Vampires are inherently a product of the Old World's fears & flaws. It's no coincidence that Castlevania Nocturne depicted the French aristocracy as a bunch of hedonistic bloodsucking vamps, draining the lifeforce of society to fuel their voracious appetites & unsustainably lavish lifestyles--the Savage Garden indeed.

The Chateau Era is AR's literal Versailles, and Lestat is AR's literal Sun King--(I'm surprised there aren't more Loustat/Monchevy AU fanfics). But the twist I've pointed out several times is that Lestat is actually nouveau riche. Son of a Marquis, he was born to the Old World nobility, but the Marquis was a bum and DIRT POOR. Lestat never grew up like the French aristocracy did--he didn't know what it was like to let them eat cake. The crumbling Chateau was a relic of a bygone era, back when the de Lioncourts actually had a COURT status & could afford their castle.

And just like it was Amel who told Lestat to go home and make the Chateau his court in PL, it was also Amel who told Lestat to win back Louis and ask him to be his Prince Consort in PLatRoA--Lestat had been being guided by Amel for decades without even realizing it, cuz Amel had already chosen him (and Louis) to lead the vampires.

The topic of Inheritance and White Privilege is a big one, cuz in death he got EVERYTHING with The Dark Gift--vampirism from his Maker Magnus (Latin for "The Great"--Alexander the Great, Ptolemy the Great, Pompey the Great, and the horror of all of those white imperialists who "inherited" the ancient AF empires of Egypt & Persia; who ransacked Africa & Asia for treasure & bled the land dry till they crumbled the second they died (a la Alexander's rabid Diadochi, the busted inbred Ptolemaic dynasty, etc); the dragon (Devil/Dracula) Smaug sitting on a mountain of gold not doing a effing thing good with all that money; the deadbeat Marquis who let the glorious Chateau fall to ruin).

And TWICE they had this French White sitting in a room FULL of black folk talking about how privileged he was while trauma-dumping at the same time; ugh it's hysterical; AMC ifs feral! XD

In TVL we got BOTH Lestat & Marius backstory, and just as Armand noticed, Lestat & Marius are polar opposites, but eerily similar when you think about where they started vs where they went. 👀

In life, Marius had been a LITERAL Brat Prince, who pranced around without a care in the world except for his books; traveling the world, charmed by the unwashed peasants.

"Plus Marius giving that white supremacist monologue on the value of human life in the west doing away with monarchy ofc."

LOL, Marius is full of SH!TE. 😂 First of all, the sheer irony of Marius "de Romanus" being born of a CELTIC woman in GAUL (FRANCE), a colony the Greek AND Roman imperialist machine CONQUERED. Marius is no moralist agonizing about the value of human LIFE--Marius is a hedonist & an aesthete who cares about human ART--he was GLAD that imperialism preserved Roman values.

Marius is an ARTISTE. He doesn't GAF about the plight of conquered enslaved persecuted oppressed peoples--not even his own MOTHER. He talks about the destruction of civilized society & the Roman Empire ad nauseum, while not batting an eyelash to how those empires were built on the back of destruction & death: THE Savage Garden; BEAUTIFUL ROME. Monarchy & imperialism was the vehicle pushing human "progress/civilization:" and for him it peaked in Rome & the Renaissance.

Rome only claimed it didn't want a monarchy cuz the SENATE (that had KILLED the last Roman King) was monarchy enough. Julius Caesar knew democracy is hypocrisy, and was like eff all y'all, make me EMPEROR. 👑 Lestat's no Pompey or Alexander--he's CAESAR, the one who "inherited" ALL of Magnus' empire and became Dictator for Life (until he was backstabbed ofc, LOL).

Marius had nothing on Lestat--the ARCHITECT obsessed with building homes for his whole family; the patriarchal overlord. Louis XIV built Versailles to keep a close eye on all the nobles, moving the entire court to literal Nowheresville France to orbit around him as the Sun King, the absolute monarch.

Every single VC book was a smaller scale rendition of Lestat as the savior, Lestat as the Brat Prince, pater familias, king, and GOD. Even moreso than Louis (i.e.: AR herself), Lestat's the Prime Mover whose antics pushed the narrative forward every time.

In PL Lestat renovating the Chateau happened at the same time that he took his son Viktor & his ward Rose in. (Rose's entire arc is like night & day compared to what happened with Claudia--Loustat looking after her was like a do-over for Claudia.)

This is where the Redemption Arc starts, cuz what Lestat had always wanted was to make a change & have a family & REBUILD. His life was TRASH, and he'd HATED that Chateau and all it represented--it was the tomb he was scared he'd die in. But Lestat HAD to die in order to finally GROW UP.

Marius dubbed Lestat "the damnedest creature" and the "Brat Prince" for a reason--he's impossible to control, or reason with. He's very much a giant walking manchild--there are 12 year olds way more mature than he is; just look at Benji in TVA onwards. AR is NEVER subtle about her hard-on for Lestat, but she also doesn't shy away from how incredibly immature he had been for so long.

To his credit, in PL Lestat right away chose a Vampiric Council of Elders for himself, knowing full well he was in over his head. Lestat called Marius his Prime Minister--NOT in the sense of today's PMs that lead the gov't for monarchic figureheads the way the parliament/senate/congress does. Instead Lestat namedropped Richelieu, Mazarin, & Colbert--the famous supporters of Louis XIV.

But in PLatRoA it started dawning on Lestat what it meant to take REAL accountability for his actions; that the careless things he did actually had serious consequences for everyone around him (sunbathing to get a tan, etc). He'd finally earned Louis' forgiveness, and they were basically engaged. Things seemed peachy...until ish got REAL in BC. Lestat had royally effed up by underestimating Rhoshamandes back in PL, acting like everything was a laughable game--little Lord Fauntleroy PRETENDING at being king.

SPOILER: Lestat only became Prince cuz in PL Rhosh killed Maharet & Mekere was too sad to go on, so she gave the Sacred Core to Lestat. Lestat forgave Rhosh even when everyone said he was being too lenient, caught up in everyone being a loving Tribe, Rhosh included, when they're KILLERS. Then everything went down with Rhosh vs the Replimoids in PLatRoA. Then in BC Rhosh kidnapped Gabrielle & Louis. When he came for Marius & Marius fought back, there was a HUGE battle that nearly burned down the Chateau & its village.

What Rhosh's goons said about Lestat's Court was just like the Children of Darkness. Like what Marius said to Santino, & Lestat said to Armand, the Court told Rhosh's coven that the Court (a microcosm of the world) was there for the benefit of vampires. Lestat's DUTY was to protect vamps from ANYONE who threatened them--including other vamps, whom they'd literally CANNIBALIZE.

Just like the Theatre of Vampires, the Court was a horror with a beautiful veneer; Blood and Gold. When the court ate Rhosh & ate Baudwin, it was like ANIMALS/demons. It did nothing to help find Gabrielle, Louis & Marius, and served no real purpose but for the mob to act in Lestat's name, shoving a signet ring on his finger in the shape of a MONSTER (Medusa) while the vamps danced & Lestat was busy grieving.

He hated what the Court was turning into in Marius' absence, in the wake of Rhosh's war, renovations happening beyond anything he'd planned before as they needed to repair all the structural damage to the Chateau. Like Armand told him afterwards: the Court/Coven gave them all the illusion of purpose on what Louis called "The Devil's Road." (What was REALLY cool is that Armand was begging Lestat to kill the Replimoids, but everything he said ALSO fit when applied to vampires themselves--they're ALL monsters, but as Lestat insisted with the human dungeons:

"There is killing and there is killing. There is murder; there is massacre; there is slaughter. And what I willed for this Court was something that was now in great peril.... We are not barbarians."

"some of the most hair-ripping parts of TVL are when he pontificates on his secular, rational, progressive quintessentially 18th century mind that rejects superstition & tradition"

So yeah, AR pretty much tries to have her cake and eat it too? The Prince Lestat trilogy stresses that vamps will rise above the religious/superstitious castigation of both humans AND vampires who see them as nothing more than uncivilized monsters, living with Lestat & feasting on the Evil Doers locked up in the Chateau's dungeons, dancing all night and never in-fighting again. But ironically, this is NOT the secular Enlightened Age of Science AR though it would be in PLatRoA. The Chateau was fully restored by the Winter Solstice--the start of the New Year; the Chateau decorated to look like Christmas. Marius gives a big speech explaining that Lestat had fought Rhosh fully expecting to have died, and that because Lestat was willing to lay down his life for all of them, he deserved to be their Prince forever--the messianic Christ figure. They celebrate having become one Tribe. Leading the Court, Marius is the Prime Minister, Gabrielle calls herself the Queen Mother, Lestat is the Prince/King, and Louis is his Prince Consort. (Even Lestat's favorite architect is turned into a vampire, LOL.) NGL Anyone who doesn't like Lestat should probably never read the PL Trilogy, cuz AR basically creams herself every other page over Lestat--he's her GOD.

It's not a plea of sympathy for monsters, but rather a celebratory paean to the Vampiric Court; "We take what we must have to live and we do it without regret." 💀 God & the Devil don't exist, cuz AR retconned Memnoch by making all angels AND vampires aliens from Atlantis. Everyone cheers & dances as Lestat declares "May we never drink the poison of self-loathing!," the way Nicki did, and Rhosh, Santino, even Armand & Louis. Loustat dance in the ballroom before taking their places, Lestat sitting on his golden red velvet throne, Louis standing beside him, and everyone cheering on their Blood Communion.

Sorry this was so long, @undecimber-of-joy XD

[literaticat]

In publisher’s weekly and some other publications, I’ve seen it more than once said by librarians that there’s a need for books for that black hole of an age range of 14-15, and a need for shorter books for the MG category. I think the article described some MG books as being as thick as your palm.

So, if we’re hearing these cries-- what does it take for publishers to hear the cries too?

(I realized after I pressed send on this that It's REALLY long and rambly -- even more so than usual -- probably because I am procrastinating packing for a trip I'm taking in an HOUR. SORRY!)

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Publishers hear them.

It might surprise you to know that publishers actually DO publish books for 14-15 -- they are generally called in parlance "upper MG" or "lower YA" (or sometimes if somebody is feeling cutesie, "tween") -- unfortunately it's a little hard for people to FIND those books because, well, in the US at least, there isn't any place in the bookstore specifically for them. And there are fewer school librarians and others to do readers advisory to show kids (and adults!) where they are.

In the UK, as I understand it, bookstores sort of go "Children's - Teen - YA" and what WE consider "upper MG/lower YA" is "teen", and their YA is the saucier older stuff. This is smart, because a lot of times, kids of 8-12 ARE really strong readers, and WANT to get into more sophisticated fare and "read up", but they really AREN'T ready for, or even interested in, the sex-drugs-rock-and-roll of the older YA. (Hell, I don't even know that I'M ready for it sometimes lol). And kids who are 13-14-15 may want to read books about kids who are, you know, their own age, going through authentic middle school and early high school stuff -- but MANY of those kids are not remotely close to having boyfriends/girlfriends, worrying about their gap year before college or whatever.

SO ANYWAY - those books do exist, though I agree there could be even more. However, there's a discoverability problem, because if nobody KNOWS how to find them and they just have to troll through the MG or YA section trying to randomly figure out which MG books are a little more sophisticated and which YA are a little less sophisticated, like, they are going to give up.

Well, why don't BOOKSTORES just CREATE A SECTION then, and publishers can publish books labeled SPECIFICALLY FOR THAT SECTION? Yeah, I don't know. As I said, that seems like the elegant solution. The thing is, I think that a lot of times people chafe at "over labeling" things. Like if I say "this book is for 8-10, this book is for 10-13, this book is for 14+" and actually put prescriptive LABELS on them saying that, it's almost like "rating" the book or telling kids "you HAVE to read this level of book" when they are really ready for or want something different.

There ARE good reasons to keep "MG" and "YA" as broad categories that can encompass LOTS of kinds of books, rather than getting super granular. The kids section has always been a big tent where LOTS of kinds of books fit, regardless of genre, supposed age range, etc -- Like when I was 10 I very happily read Babysitters Club AND Sweet Valley High AND Judy Blume's YA fare AND Beatrix Potter AND Pippi Longstocking (not to mention Stephen King and VC Andrews!).

As for lengthy books: The fact is that big fat commercial series and such DO often sell better than quiet, introspective and short books. So those chonkers are also what they push the hardest and what people are likely to know about. (Not to mention, they are the most visible and take up the most LITERAL real estate on the shelves). So it can be hard to see the "little" books about 13 year olds going through friendship crises when there are 1000 giant books about cats having wars etc. They ARE there, though there could and should be more! (Yes, even though shorter books are published -- ALL books should be shorter, IMO -- and I think some publishers would agree).

I dunno, there's lots to unpack here and it's an interesting conversation for sure. As far as creating a new category -- it's tough. (Just look at the trajectory of "New Adult" to see how tough!)

I just think that it's bigger than "oh publishers can just decide this" on a dime -- there's actually several groups that would need to get on board (educators, librarians, booksellers, AND *all* Publishers) and likely an education campaign for readers and parents that would have to happen, yadda yadda, and it's above my paygrade!

[masterofdemise]

On the contrary to that post about the VC, I would like to learn more about Pluto Beyblade today I think 👍

You asking this question is like unleashing a beast. Here's the problem though. I can start literally anywhere. Shall I talk about what we know of canon and all the ideas me and my friends have come up with based on that information? Should I discuss the missed opportunities there were to have him interact with certain characters? How about the various story ideas or concepts that I have for him that also ties in with my other concepts for Beyblade (ex: Vermillion Vows and the Solar Swap AU).

I will not leave you hanging though anon. Pluto is quite an interesting character and I think he can be so interesting if you really read into how he progressively grows more deranged as the show goes on.

Pluto's voice (especially in the Japanese dub) and his overall body language becomes much more vicious as he becomes closer to succeeding, and also as he soon realizes, that victory can be stripped from him in mere minutes. When he battles Kenta, he becomes very desperate to win and goes on about how "King Hades' prophecy doesn't acknowledge [his] existence" and constantly brings up how he is the descendant of Hades (both as a flex, and when he loses in complete disbelieve).

In my head-canon at least, now you can call me delusional (but also he has literally nothing in terms of backstory so I can make things up and who is going to care LMFAO), but I think in his past, he has probably been told constantly about his lineage and whoever came before him, REALLY emphasized his importance and put a lot of pressure on him to succeed. His life is dedicated to the revival of Nemesis and the destruction of the world. When that goal slowly starts to fail, everything is crashing down. Hell, as soon as Zeus's Barrier succeeds, the whole place literally crashes on him.

I think the one thing that makes me feel extra sad about Pluto being trapped in the temple is that he could have escaped. He wasn't the one controlling Nemesis since that was Rago's job. Anytime after he lost to Kenta, he could have just left since he would have known full well that there was nothing Rago could do to stop Zeus' Barrier.

But then what?

Is he just supposed to go back to whatever he was doing before all of this Nemesis shenanigans? This whole Nemesis crisis is his fault. What can he even do, knowing he failed? He'd probably be arrested, maybe a death sentence even? Does he really want to spend the rest of his time rotting in a cell? What even is there to look forward to if he leaves the temple? The whole world not being fully destroyed would always be a reminder to him that he failed. Of course, that's good for everyone else, but for someone like him who doesn't know any other life? A stunt like this and no one would ever give him a chance again.

Oops I said too much again. See what I mean by the wall of text lol?

Thank you very much for asking though! I would love to go more into it but I probably would make this post WAY longer than it should be. If anyone is still somehow curious about my Pluto text walls, please feel free to DM me because I will gladly talk about him ^^'

[godstrain]

ougheheue doing an ask reply but before i finish it and confuse the everloving heck out of every person on my dash ever, i have to address my brand of "why does my pathetic meow meow (tell me im wrong [wesker vc] chris stop it - he truly is a pathetic meow meow) die, i have to fix this and make it everyone else's problem" because also if nothing else i love exploring character stories and that's sorta hard when the character dies lmao

so i'm going to start this off with "wesker has survived dying before? he's been set on fire, caught in explosions, and for all the shit he put in his body, he still kept going" this of course includes uroboros which is said to KILL EVERYONE except people who have some sort of genetic link to the ndipaya king- and i've gotta break it to people, i don't think wesker falls under this category. his survival through the mutation is very likely 1 he already has survived other shit (t-virus) and also he may have won the genetic lottery simply by chance which can happen because that's a thing about human beings. sometimes people win the genetic lottery (even if they don't deserve it!)

also ok wesker was straight up in some lava for ... a while lmao. anyone who has seen lord of the rings knows gollum went under in a matter of seconds- anyone who has seen star wars prequels knows that anakin just got screwed, and he only fell NEAR the lava, not in it. wesker's just in there and he's still able to lash out and try to down the helicopter chris is in? uhhhh okay. sure. if everything else hasn't killed this dude, idk if rocket launchers will do it either (tho everyone was hoping!)

so ok then we factor in the whole "uroboros just doesn't let things die" yeah ok cool im dragging this man out of the lava but of course he's severely screwed (until his body heals itself) and ok maybe most people would be like "that failed holy shit yikes" but albert wesker is an entire fool and doesn't know when to give up. ever. and maybe he never will really give up on things, because he's just been sorta programmed into this??? it's actually rather tragic

but getting anything done is not easy especially with limited resources? and so it sorta forces him to uhhh at the very least just observe things and he gets to go through the whole process of "dang everything is super fucked up in my life" but of course we all know he's not going to come to the conclusion of "maybe i should go to therapy" unless he's like forcibly brought there? and even then! the problem is the more he lives the more isolated he makes himself and the worse things get, because it's an entire vicious cycle. one that he has nearly no chance of properly escaping, and even if he did, there are like a million other issues to work through? like the fact he can't fathom being wrong and even if someone was??? unhinge enough to try to give him a chance at healing? would he even take it lmao who knows probably not, he'd probably just be mad, because he also doesn't want anyone's pity he'll break their necks

anyway yeah let him live and let him just sorta struggle and it's everyone else's problem too, thanks for coming to my tedtalk (next meta post i guess ill have to talk abt what the hell combo of t-virus and uroboros really resulted in for the aftermath)

[philosophysicsuniverse-blog]

Want to talk about the most normal League of Legends interaction

So there was this game that I was doing absolutely terrible in. I was Wukong going into a Jax, and level 1, he was beating me in trades. Anyways, we end up losing the game. The Nocturne that was my Jungle got so angry that he legit friended me after so that he could rant at me.

It was hilarious. I hit him with a kek, lol, bababooie before he could even get started, and he STILL tried to push forward.

TOld me to uninstall the game. That my parents were disappointed in me. THat he hoped my parents were dead to be spared the disappointment, and I was like Buddha with how calm I was. Except more like the Monkey King kind Buddha because holy fucking hell, the guy's vitriol was entertaining.

I played bad. I'm in Iron 4 for a reason, but this dude was acting as if he wasn't wallowing in the same muck as me. He left before I could tease him some more, but damn. It felt good.

I mean, come on. I play this game as a way to hang out with my friends. Ranked is just something we do to pass the time and try and the the SPLIT rewards. I'm usually in a VC call but not this time because I had laryngitis.

Yet I suspect I still have a better social life than this random kid because it's gotta be a kid, some teenager who hasn't even lived half of half of what's life got to offer, there is no way a sane, functioning adult would put this much anger into one crappy game at such a low ELO.

It's IRON 4. It's rock bottom, below rock bottom. Remember when Riot were like Bronze wasn't low enough, let's add the joke tier in? THat's what this game elo was at, and this kid was STILL raging.

There's better things to rage for. Injustice, homework, not getting the right gachapon. I messed up. I didn't play my lane matchup well, but like... it's still hilarious how riled up the kid got.

I did nothing but be pliant and crack a few jokes at their expense because an adult I may be but I'm a kid who still likes to game. I feel proud. Proud that I didn't get toxic and yell back, proud that I stayed calm, and proud that I'm still smiling even after a series of bad games.

There's more to life than league, but league adds value to my life in giving me and my friends something to bond over, talk over, and just play together. That and the porn is pretty good too. Joking aside, don't let league take over your life but do let league add to what you can do with your life.

JPlis(Random assortment of numbers to hide the rest of the username) hope you're having a good time out there. I reported you because you definitely need a break from this game if my crap playing got you this pissy. Go out and find something else to do.

LVL 500 Iron Rank Player World's Worst Wukong Mecha and Mahou Shoujo Enthusiast

signing out

[floripire]

speed watching my way through s4, let's go!

4x01: flori is there when mali-landon's minddive is happening and she just winces through the entire interaction / monologue because "that's what i tried to tell you all, you're gonna have to deal with his conscious mind because he's aware of it all, instead of his subconscious mind which you're aiming for! it'll bounce back on us, too, he'll have access to our minds as well!" but she joins kaleb and tv!doctor s in mali-landon's conscious mind to keep him busy, despite the fact that mali-landon can definitely turn the tables on her and make her relive her own memories if he so wishes and he does: she starts in kaleb's, then moves on to her own (which is a mixture of the night her parents died, the night she turned into a vampire and sue died, and her stay at and break out from the detention facility). once everyone's back in the real world, she stays with kaleb for a while to make sure he's good before she goes off to find loren and mia.

4x02: flori vc: i am keeping this shirt and no one can do anything about it! because she's stoked about the whole movie in the square thing even though she can't be there in person to help out with the event. flori thinks it's kind of unfortunate that king kong was the chosen movie. i do think that she'd be with the anti squad + the super squad to help research while the others do the community service to make up for the last football game fiasco. (h: "that looks perfect. why doesn't our transfusion braid look like that?" / w: "uh, they recommend lion's hair." / h: "and what did you use?" / j: "shoelaces, mostly." / f: "but we could have another go at it if there is something - anything - left of that sphynx or any of the other creatures that we've dealt with so far. i'll call blaise and thea, they've gotta know something." / j: "we'll make it happen, hope, we promise." / w: "have you figured out who we'll be transferring into malivore yet?" / h: "i'll give you one guess." / f: "oooh, i'll play, it's gonna be that weird white guy, right? the one who disguised himself as vardemus before? sorry, word still travels about as fast as a vampire can run here, that never changed. news has wings, while the ground has ears.") at one point she's probably put on mali-landon watch and they talk about what happened in 4x01 aka her memory (triad, her sire, etc.) before clarke shows up. after the transfusion ritual fails, there is a moment in which flori just swears spectacularly in english and tagalog (because she's a sore loser and tired of all of this) and everyone looks at her like ??? and she's like: "that motherfucker had one job! one! job! and he fucked it up like he fucked up everything else!" plus, also, clarke worked for triad and maybe everyone else forgot about that but she will not be doing that, thank you very much! who's to say he's not just here to drag her back? "he might have turned over a new leaf but i don't trust that, i don't trust him, and i'll rip out my earrings and step into the sun before i go back to that hell-hole!" she's also there at the end of the episode where mali-landon chokes ethan with the chains.

4x03: mali-landon is out of his cage and back at the school there is a lot of arguing going on about whether or not hope should go full tribrid. flori stands off to the side with mia and loren, listening in on the conversation too. (personally i will be ignoring the upcoming dragon kaleb thing unless i can tie that into the night world lore i've established, potentially making him related to the drache family.) later on, kaleb and mg do the trolley problem and i feel like flori (directly or indirectly) gave mg the idea for that. it sounds like something she'd use to walk herself (or others) through a difficult problem or choice. flori is there during that big meal outside and she's sitting next to mia and loren while wade tells the group about that one time hope spelled a blowhard professor to only speak ancient babylonian and cringes when dorian reveals his favorite hope memory. as hope, josie and lizzie walk away to do a final spell, flori whispers not her favorite memory but an apology that she is sure hope will pick up because of her lupine hearing: "i am so sorry that i, along with many others, put you on a pedestal for so long. i will endeavor not to do it again. it is my sincere hope - pun not intended - that we'll get the chance to actually be friends and make good memories together too. i've never been to new orleans before. i think i would like to visit when all of this is over."

4x04: w: "one banshee candle and all the salt from the kitchen, as requested." / j: "hey, i thought we were helping you." / js: "believe me, i need all the help i can get." / j: "okay, well, do you need me to channel another monster? because i totally crushed it last time!" / f: "not if you actually want me to hemorrhage." / js: "no, i actually need you, wade and flori to be my last line of defense." / f: "which would be a much stronger line if loren and mia were here too. loren's a bennett witch and mia's a damn good wolf." / j: "..." / f: "you're also a damn good wolf." / j: "thank you, but wait, what do you mean, we just sit on our asses? no way!" / js: "it's important. i need you to clear out the school. make sure that no one can get in or out of this room. no matter what happens." / j: "we'll check in every thirty minutes." / w: "and we'll order pizza." / f: "i'll call the mystic tap to make sure they still have the good stuff on hand." much, much later on when cleo makes her entrance at the end of the episode, flori is relieved but saddened to hear about landon's fate.

4x05: hope has flipped her humanity switch and is now mia and with doctor s dead, flori is preparing herself to chase down every possible lead on hope even if it means she drops from exhaustion halfway through. the super squad is ruptured. but flori considers herself part of the anti squad first and foremost so she can still talk to kaleb and to the other members if need be.

4x06: flori is there during the simulations. she's getting her tongue pulled out, her fingers broken, her neck snapped, her head cut off and her heart ripped out. and watching as the same happens to her friends and loved ones. trying to fight simulation!hope doesn't work. trying to talk to simulation!hope doesn't work either. flori always goes down before cleo does so she doesn't know about the red oak stake. js: "are you skipping class now?" / ls: "we all grieve in different ways. we were supposed to meet up and go through spells hours ago. where were you?" /js: "trying to figure out what to do about hope." / ls: "our father is dead and you're more concerned about the person who killed him?!" / js: "dad wouldn't want us to give up on hope." / f: "and we might not have to. i just got off the phone with aradia crowley and she told me that the old powers are resurging in response to hope becoming the tribrid. to balance the scales a bit, the wild powers have also been activated: four people with special gifts. it may be a drop in the bucket, but we have to try. i'm gonna go see if i can track them down digitally and if not, then i would like to request a prolonged leave of absence." / ls: "granted." / js: "we can't do this alone." / ls: "watch me. or don't. 'cause you'll be going off, doing whatever else." / js: "if you'll figure out a spell, i'll be there, i promise." flori is not present for the training session (and even if she was, she'd want to sit it out). she is, however, present at the end of the episode; j: "look, uh, i shouldn't have said what i did." / k: "dude, it's... you're good." / f: "hi, i'm so sorry to interrupt, but if you're going after that thing on route fifty, would you mind dropping me off in harmony afterwards? i've got family there. and they know more about the wild powers than i do. oh, and speaking of knowing things: you should go for the eyes when you take it down. i'll wait in the car."

4x07: hope comes back to the school. flori is not present for salvatore idol (or whatever the darker equivalent of that is) as she is still in harmony, virginia.

4x08: flori formulates her own plan to find and work with the wild powers. she checks in with mia and loren and with the super squad. (in josie's simulation, flori is a technician who works together with wade, a nurse, and has a crush on jed.)

4x09: josie leaves the school and mystic falls, meanwhile, flori comes back to the school with new allies, new family members, and with a fully formulated plan to deal with the old powers. the sucky part of the plan is that there's a high chance flori could get hurt.

4x10: from this point on, my canon diverges significantly because i do not acknowledge the gods storyline. lizzie still turns into a heretic. aurora still enters the picture. but that's about it. instead of the gods, aurora is after the old powers to get tristan back.

4x11: flori works together with cleo to stall or stop aurora who is also looking to get her hands on the old powers so she can bring back her brother.

4x12: hope returns to mystic falls, still without her humanity.

4x13: hope comes to the school, looking for an army. not to fight the gods, but to stop the old powers from destroying the world. in all honesty, flori thought that hope might want to deploy those powers - those ancient forces of magic - to get landon and her parents back.

4x14: flori is there when vardemus does his chess game thing. meanwhile, hope's humanity is flickering, trying to get back in one inch at a time.

4x15: flori spends this episode working with the wild powers in preparation to push back the old powers.

4x16: hope's humanity is back on. flori visits her in the holding cell before lizzie shows up.

4x17: aurora doubles down on trying to get her hands on the old powers to restore her brother to the point of trying to summon hecate witch-queen, the ancient queen and ancestor of the hearth-woman (aka harman) witch tribe. hecate witch-queen and flori have a conversation about her role in the plan when hecate witch-queen astral projects to her, claiming that while flori might be a vampire, she knows a hearth-woman by heart and soul.

4x18: ft: water would just make the chain reaction bigger, you have to make a chemical solution to stop it. i asked an expert, you know, the one with a mind like a steel trap? the one you should talk to, maybe? she's worried about you." later in the episode, flori is there when hope gives her speech. instead of ken, aurora kills kaleb but he gets restored back to life.

4x19: aurora dies by hope's hand and the final battle begins.

4x20: through everyone's combined efforts, the old powers' resurgence has been stopped. though not without heavy losses. afterwards, flori attends so many funerals she's stopped counting them. while she's very stressed at the thought of potentially losing her home, she also realizes that she has one waiting for her in harmony, virginia, too. still, when she hears that the school won't be closing it's doors after all, she's relieved.

post canon: flori graduates from the school and goes on a roadtrip to find jed's sisters, gets drawn back to her own home town, fights the hunter trio after a reverse headdive and finds out that her sire wants to kill hope but that she's first on his list because he thinks she's a weak link in a long chain that will ultimately lead to her, anyway. at one point, hope kills derek and flori splits her time between immersing herself into the night world properly and trying to roll up whatever remains of triad industries together with mg. aside from that, she also does cyber security for the salvatore boarding school going forward.

[kyousei-archive]

     ❝Loser baby...?❞

[magnatis]

@seiriel​ said: “My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”

It was just one of those nights that he couldn’t get sleep... again. It’s not like he wasn’t worrying about anything or his mind had thoughts that needed answers. King just couldn’t force himself to sleep like majority of the time after all of his tasks were done. It’s a good thing he has a room all to himself, nobody to question him on why he’s dissembling and cleaning parts of his guns at this late hour.

The silence is nice at first until there’s a knock upon his door. Who would that be at this time of night? If he remembers correctly, everyone had a schedule to be in their rooms at a certain time period. Nobody can roam too freely on the school grounds unless you’re with an instructor.

“Come in,” he calls out, putting his gun back together piece by piece and checking to make sure he cleaned it just enough.

Hearing the door open and closed, quiet foot steps going across the carpet, King looks up to see a familiar blond.  “Can’t sleep?” he asked, raising a brow. Ace wasn’t the type to come by his room unless there was a problem. He wonders on what problem it could be this time.

“ -- My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”

Something definitely is wrong if Ace is speaking like... that and not his usual self. A sigh comes out of him, scooting over towards the side closer to his nightstand, he pats the empty space beside him, urging Ace to come sit down instead of just standing there with a look that King couldn’t even recognize. “Sit down. Take a deep breath. Talk to me when you’re ready.” He sets one of his guns on the nightstand, picking up the other one that laid on the bed and began dissembling it. What could have caused Ace to be like this? He hopes that it’s nothing too bad.

[toxicgamersiffrin]

yea id appreciate a desc if u dont mind. the chances of me getting through that vod anytime soon is near zero T_T

well ba$ically what happen$ i$ ( thinking emoji ) tldr back$tory i$ pangi i$ fighting it out with another group for being the King tm of $pawn , red i$ on hi$ $ide , a$h i$ playing all $ide$ . in the fir$t half when pangi mute$ in their group$ vc and ha$ a long conver$ation with zam , who$ the leader of the oppo$ition , the group keep$ running around the ca$tle zam and pangi are in , and red comment$ " why can't he and a$h have a moment like thi$ " two or three time$ . hey king i$ that where the comfort *** $tream root$ grow from-

then they have a preliminary fight ( zam & vitala$y & $ubz & ... dont remember , although if it Wa$ anyone it wa$ probably mapicc n ro v$ pangi & red & woogie & a$h & vortex ; with $poke running in the background doing Hell Know$ What ) before The Main Actual Fight For The Crown ( which a$h doe$nt take part in ) and a$h $imply put$ fighting $ubz a$ hi$ only objective , $ince it$ not like he agree$ with the team$ goal$ ( tf when wildcard ) , but $ubz Had wronged him . then , after $aying that for . four i believe . time$ he panic$ becau$e ( while pangi being in a tough $pot he did Not care about in the $lighte$t . and the whole oppo$ition Wa$ after him ) he panic$ becau$e Okay But Theyre Going After Red Doe$ He Need Help woah ju$t checked i have a Lot of clip$ from that part . anyway a$h then keep$ going with hi$ " im not really fighting anyone , ju$t $ubz " $htick , while red get$ into a 2v1 with vi and $ubz when he$ clearly $tated thi$ fight he$ not good with tho$e . $o he keep$ a$king a$h to help , a$h eventually Doe$ . after the fight , mo$t of pangi$ group get back together and di$cu$$ it , and admit how utterly unhelpful a$h wa$ overall and that he wa$ literally ju$t a $py for the oppo$ition. Or playing on hi$ own $ide . LOL

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NAME: Shi

PRONOUNS:  she / her / they / them 

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: IMs usually! Discord is fine too especially for plotting and general chitchat since that IM box is tiny as hell. But it tends to definitely be easier to catch me on here since for some reason, my discord doesn’t always alert me to people talking and left messages kfjsdfhdsfs. Me checking discord to see someone talked to me hours ago -- me sweating wondering if they think I ignored them while I was posting on tumblr. 

NAME OF MUSE(S): Ozymandias

RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Like...over 15 years? I have, quite literally, seen and experienced everything at this point. That’s why my rules probably sound so strict because I am just a tired woman who feels like I aged to 80 sometimes. I don’t play when it comes to my boundaries anymore like when I was younger and allowed things I shouldn’t have allowed for the sake of keeping the peace and being liked. I have been so much happier putting my foot down.

BEST EXPERIENCE: Meeting really great people and continuing to meet great people! Idk I’ve met so many who have inspired me to keep writing and just enjoying this little hobby of mine. Even now I just finger gun at all those individuals and really great mutuals that make my time here on tumblr A+.

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Getting me excited for stuff and then ghosting me. Then coming to me, getting me excited again, ghosting me again -- rinse repeat like that’s a normal way to communicate with someone. Like I’m not here for that. I’ll softblock or hardblock you in a heartbeat and move on.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I like all three honestly, but angst??? Emotional stuff? GAWD DO I EAT THAT UP. Especially for Ozy because he’s just -gestures at him- Sometimes I want him to really feel things which can be difficult. But the fact it’s difficult is what makes me love it even more.

PLOTS OR MEMES: I don’t mind both since we can basic plot something like oh how they’d meet? Are they friends? Do they hate one another?? That kind of stuff can make interaction so much easier. But memes are certainly the best way to come at me and continue things from there since I don’t do starters. 

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Long replies! But short is nice when your brain is tired and after staring at a computer for eight hours and working HR, my brain is often very tired during the weekdays. So a nice balance of both!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Normally in the evening. My writing just feels like it flows better for some reason.

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a.) Adopt you as his child

b.) Adopt you as his younger sibling

These are just the rules I don’t make them.

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[winterpower98]

I watched the the Monkey King Reborn movie with Kai, Rhy and a few other people!

Here's my reaction to it!

(Obviously contains spoilers for the movie)

If people would like to see the movie, here’s a handy link to where you can watch it free with subtitles

Primordium!?! Wasn't his name Huandi or something?

Is that him?!? Oh no it's just Tripitaka, fuck you

Excuse me!? MY demon!?!

Ah there is our emo boy

Hello what that tongue do?

Look at that statue, look at that background ( I did gush about the backgrounud and character designs a lot so I cut them out of this reaction for the sake of not being tedious)

Rhy: Why did they gave him eyeliner? Me: Why NOT

Everyone in VC: Get his ass

Oh no this is the part with the ugly bugs designs, oh no

Sir don't hit the grandpa

Kai: Sir you're already immortal Me: Does it look like he cares!?!

What the fuck- drugs!?

He actually looks concerned!?

NOW he's angry. Don't touch his monk

Kai: Come and murder Wukong, go boy

RIP to the tree and the babies

With the TONGUE why???

Ah yes, the damsel in distress is back again

Kai: Gay baby jail

I'm still not over the Primordium name

Why did they gave him this... Mafioso walk????

Did we already forget about the horse?

Kai: Fucked up deer Me: HOLY SHIT they're eating each other!?!

Demon: No salamander is this ugly Me: DAMN BOY

WHEEZE

Strike one! That’s a knock-out boys

Kai: Sir you have no eyeliner, how do you hope to win?

*baby fruit appears*

Everyone in VC: BABY

Kai: Why does it look wet?

Rhy: DO A SPLIT!

Kai: Learn to fly!

Me: I mean, he is a golden cicada so

Everyone in VC: You're a dad! Boogy woogy woogy!

Sandy tries, at least he tries to be nice

All of us: we love Sandy, he's so nice On screen: *Sandy about to die by demons*

Rhy: Father? I apologise. Father? I apologise

Kai: THE CHILD IS SAD. COMFORT YOUR BABY

we really went from zero to 100% fast

Kai: Do they keep the teeth? Do they keep the sharp teeth Me: That is important information

Kai and Esmermint: Is Tripitaka baby? Is baby Tripitaka?

Look at that happy father smile

AH The fucking staff back in the ear!

Everyone: AAWW! Papa! A Dad!

Esmermint: He really is moist father now

Wukong: *does the eye glow thing* Everyone: ooooOOOOO

Excuse me was that a growl? Excuse me?

He's covered in dust, no more moist baby

Diety: you're still so handsome! Wukong: *loses grip on the staff: Me: That's gay Kai: That's fruity

Me: The baby is going to die Rai: We all die sooner or later Kai: You're not special

Yeah

Telling Wukong to ask for help is not going to work

Hello DBK's girlfriend

LOOK AT JIN AND YIN They're going to die so bad

Kai: Human form? Me: For the monster fuckers Esmermint: He do be looking fine tho

Baby: I do like being called Fruitie! Kai: Me too Me: WHEEZE

Wukong: I'm an evil demon Me: Press X to doubt

Me: Look at these bros Esmermint: Me and the bros

PIGGY DADDY!?!

No please

Hello!?! Bajie about to wreck ass

More monkeys!?! Hell yea- Why are they so ugly!? Why are they bald!?!

(two types of people when Primordium appears on screen) Rhy: Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Esmermint: Let me see this ugly man!

Rai: Me next! Me next! Me: WHEEZE! NO!

No please, this hurts! The poor baby!

Kai: Stop, he's not going to die Me: I mean, I know. But consider: I don't care

Kai: Moist baby c'mon! Esmermint: Stop, it's scared Kai: Die bitch!

Sir please

*baby starts to cry*

Sir please

Oh hi Trip! You missed a lot! You’re a grandpa now

*Tripitaka dies*

Kai: Buddha I don't feel so good

Me: Hello? What is this Dragon Ball Z bullshit? Kai: Yeah! Clip his toenail! Esmermint: The baby is moisturizing

I don't feel so good 2, electric boogaloo

I swear, if my "on fire Wukong" design becomes canon I'll scream

I SWEAR APOLLO

I know this song! This is THE song!

Rhy: Don't put on a shirt, just, keep it off

Me: W H E E Z E

Kai: Wack him like a fly!

Kai: I wish that was me Me: KAI Rhy: I wish that was me too Me: GUYS

Wukong: I have a soul Kai: And you're made of lava Me: And you're smoking hot

Someone: Herobrine Me: Who the fuck said Herobrine!?

Me: Is the horse still at longevity mountain? Rai: He's just vibing

Ah yes, the gay is back

THAT'S HOW IT ENDS!?!

bastards

Kai: There's the horse! Rai: Horse! Me: Ah there's the fucking thing

-extra scene-

Kai: Bring the baby back Me: Nah she'll just bring back the tree

Cheeky ape!?!

Fruitie Look at this fucking father

[cerastes]

Alright so last night I was doing P1S party finders and I joined one where I was the one rando in a group of 7 (how the turn tables, that was the exact same situation during our static meeting this week), and the leader is like hey man we have a discord if you wanna join, don’t need to talk! You can just listen! So I say sure but also I love talking in VC so I join in and we hang out, and basically three of us (leader, someone else and I) had seen Enrage, the rest were learning from zero, so oh boy, I was bracing for a Time, but the vibes were so effervescent and fun that it was a Time (Good) instead, shotcaller had the patience of Buddha with people making the same mistake for the 9th time in a row, kept apologizing to me as the sole outsider (and I kept reassuring him it’s fine since Eric Antonio is fun as hell and it was good training for me anyhow), and had to go over everything like a million times, they had plenty of in-jokes and all, and eventually I noticed this was an FC discord from Goblin, so I was there like the sole Coeurl barbarian just vibing with them and it was really fucking fun, man. I understand why people don’t like playing with randos, I really do, but man that couldn’t be me, I LOVE playing with randos in video games, it’s indispensable part of the experience for me to hang out with people I’ve never talked to ever before and with whom I have no connection to, couldn’t tell you why, I suppose it’s the old school Runescape internet spelunker in me before the era of Ventrilo and all of its successors, but anyways god damn it was fun, we didn’t clear but it was fun.

BUT THEN after we’re done with the instance and we’re just repairing and seeing if we do another, gjwio4jg I bear witness to some PRIME CRISPY FC DRAMA man!!!! I was the coveted, envied fly on the wall in a room full of tea! It was me! I muted myself and witnessed an actual Bolivian novella unfold before me with the drama and the receipts and god damn I love playing with randos, dude, anyways leader man, who clearly doesn’t like drama, steers it back to Normal Talk, so we keep hanging out, he tells me I can hang around in the discord group if I want, I take him up on that and tell him to ping me Any Day he needs an extra body, I’m down for high-end content any day. It was very fun, I’ve not had this much fun in a while. It’s also just like me to make a conscious decision to use discord more and then like two weeks later I get to play fly on the wall + make new buds out of an entirely random game interaction, it’s peak internet! I get not wanting to play with randos but that couldn’t be me! I love meeting new people!

Also please scope out these two identical Mi’qotes. Their names were King Mordred (right) and King Artoria (left). 

Anyways this all was so fun I ended up staying up until 3 am from the Joy High, lol. Video games are good.