#mod note: it wasn’t me honest

[serialadoptersbracket]

Round 2, Match 25: Xie Lian vs. Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane

Submitted kids:

Xie Lian: Ban Yue, Pei Xiu, Lang Ying, Lian Quianqiu, Gu Zi, Lang Ying

Shiro: Pidge, Hunk, Keith, Lance

Propaganda under the cut!

Xie Lian:

1. “a several centuries old disgraced god who keeps somehow getting mixed up in things that have nothing to do with him and taking in random kids in the process. Got dragged into being a soldier in a war between kingdoms he's not even from? suddenly single dad to these two random kids caught up in between. dealing with a malicious ghost who has been killing brides? boom, now he has a ghost son whose previous guardian was killed by the malicious ghost. psychotic ghost cousin posses the body of a man with a young son and continues being a piece of shit? well i guess your taking care of that kid too now (i know guzi is technically qi rong's kid since he's the one possessing his actual dad but if it weren't for xie lian intervening when he did the kid would be dead so he kinda counts too)”

2. "Xie Lian saves a young LQQ from being kidnapped, returns him home and end up becoming the/his grand tutor(which was NOT his original plan at all). He literally teaches the boy everything for years, raising him to become the best ruler he could ever be. The XL ends up accused for killing his family (because of a lot of different things) what is important is that he was not the perpetrator but he did kill LQQ’s father in an act to save the boy from making a horrible decision/outcome and also dealt with the actual perpetrators but kept it a secret cause he knew it would break LQQ’s heart to learn his dear friend planned to kill him and his entire family. LQQ took this betrayal by XL so hard he buried him after staking him through the heart when he was still alive. 300 years later when XL returns/is revealed LQQ is still not over it to the point he wants a FAIR duel to settle the score. FAIR with the man he still thinks killed his entire family!

Banyue and Pei Su are connected. XL took BY under his wing while he was a soldier in the army. He did his best to protect her and get her fed as she had pretty much no one. He also talked with her about his younger selfs dreams for the future which was so inspiring to her that not only did she remember it over a century later when they meet again in very different circumstances but she also apologized for essentially not being able to live up to the ideals he had accidentally passed on to her. While he didn’t have as much direct contact with Pei Su, the boy was BY’s only friend and so while XL was around he did also interact with the boy. However this all came to an end when in an attempt to save BY (which succeeded) he through himself in between two armies and was trampled when they began to fight. When they meet again (as I previously mentioned) XL takes BY under his safety until he is not safe and then sends her off to a safe place where she reunites with PS, who for all XL doesn’t give the same amount of attention to, XL does actually approve of some of him (not all his actions) and seems to find it cute that PS is courting BY.

XL meets Lang Ying first when he helps the boy burry his proxy sister, LY ends up running off after XL reacted with shock to LY’s uncovered face, but XL keeps a constant search for him. XL next saves him from getting beat up by ghosts and ends up taking him to live with him in the shrine he lives in. He does his best to take care of both LY and Gu Zi at the shrine and keeps his good treatment up even knowing LY’s a ghost it only ends when (spoilers for non book people, feel free to look up if you want to know).

XL takes in GZ mostly as his ghost cousin (whom he arrested) has taken over the body of the boy’s father. While I’m not sure how much this one counts, especially since by the end his cousin ends up caring for GZ, but he still does the best he can to feed and care for the boy as his entire life changes."

No propaganda has been submitted for Shiro

[crowandmousewritingco]

A Scary Bad Time

Pairing: Benjamin "Benny" Miller x gn!reader

Words: 2.2k

Rating: G, nothing spicy here peeps. This fic just shows off the golden retriever energy that this man radiates.

Summary: You agree with to go to a haunted house with your fiance. Nearing the end, you realize that the whole thing is way too much for you to process and handle.

Author: Mod Crow

Author's Note: This story using the July prompt list from @thepromptfoundry, this fic specifically is using print #8, sensory sensitivity. I don't have the disorder that I chose to write about, so if one who reads this does, please feel free to correct me! The disorder in question is Sensory Processing Disorder, if you would like to learn about SPD, follow the link below.

Info on SPD: https://www.rileychildrens.org/health-info/sensory-processing-disorders

Dipping your hands back into your cardigan’s pockets, your fingers instantly finding the flat, smooth stone that you always kept there. Normally you’d take your fiance’s hand when you started feeling overwhelmed, but he wasn’t next to you at the moment. He was buying tickets while you held your spots in line for entry. Turning towards the ticket booth, you looked through the line trying to see him. When you didn’t see him in line however you could feel your chest tighten. You could feel yourself getting close to that edge, but that was until you saw the familiar brown hair and blue eyes and -arguably your favorite part of his face- his smile. 

“Sorry about the wait, sweetheart, the couple in front of me started arguing.” Benny slung his arm on your shoulders and gently pulled him into his side. You couldn’t help but lean into his body, the warmth he radiated was nice in the cool October evening air. But it wasn’t just the warmth, it was him. The fact that was simply touching you was more than enough to bring down the residual anxiety that was left over from just moments ago. 

You looked up to Benny, chin resting on the side of his chest. “You promise to stay right beside me the whole time right?” You puffed out your bottom lip ever so slightly, just enough so that you were giving him your famous puppy dog face, or as he likes to call it the ‘definition of having to say yes’. 

You scanned his face as he looked at you, he offered back a soft, honest smile, “Of course sweetheart. If they try to take you from me I’ll fight them.” Hearing him chuckle at his joke made you giggle in response. “It’s nice to know that not only is my soon-to-be-husband handsome and funny, but he’s also a body guard.” 

By the time Benny returned and you had your chance to calm down, the line finally started moving. You were hoping that the line would move just slow enough that you could convince yourself that this was going to be A-okay; though something deep in the pit of your stomach felt heavy. 

“Tickets please.” the sound of the annoyed teen’s voice pulled you from your worrying brain. You looked to Benny right as he handed over the tickets, ‘Too late to back out now.’ Taking a deep breath you put up the front that there wasn’t an ounce of nerves in your body.

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Benny wasn’t lying when he said he’d fight someone if they tried to split the two of you up. Right after the two of you had entered, a blood covered butcher was the first to try, and the first to back down. The only other person who tried was a little girl who had dressed as a haunted, cracked porcelain doll. Benny hadn’t actually threatened the kid, but he did do a pretty great job at scaring her shitless. 

“I told you I’d fight whoever I needed, sweetheart.” Benny’s voice was soft as he planted a kiss on your forehead. The two of you stood there a moment, maybe Benny realized that you weren’t feeling the best, or maybe he simply wanted a moment to just yourselves. Even if that happened to be right now in a haunted house.

“We should probably keep moving before others come walking through.” You step back just enough to show that you were okay to continue. Benny studied your face for a moment, ‘Oh no, can he tell that something is wrong?’ But just as the thought entered your head, Benny was offering a soft smile before continuing through the Halloween attraction. 

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According to Benny, the two of you were drawing closer to the end, but to you it looked like this thing would keep going on for the rest of your lives. Your grip on Benny’s jacket sleeve at this point was in a white knuckled, death grip. You’d be damned if now would be the time that you get separated, and you knew it was getting obvious that this was quickly becoming too much.

As the two of you entered a new room -this one decorated like an abandoned laboratory- you looked around trying to familiarize yourself with the new surroundings. Benny however, was looking down at you, worried, laced throughout his blue eyes. Looking at Benny you saw his eyes,and the look on his face. As you went to calm him however, the once dimly lit room suddenly went black. The sudden darkness isn’t what tipped you over the edge however, it was the feeling of someone grabbing your shoulders and giving you a little tug. At the feeling of tugging, you felt a not-so-unfamiliar pain shoot through your shoulders. Then at the sound of the whisper in your ear you realized what was happening. ‘I’m way beyond overstimulated,’ Looking towards where you think Benny was standing, you gave an apologetic look and thought to yourself, ‘Sorry Benji.’ Squeezing your eyes shut, you could feel yourself almost…turn off. You no longer were in control. Shoving the person off of you, you felt your feet carry you in the other direction, the direction of the exit. Or so you hoped so. 

With your eyes still closed you felt your body collide with other people, though you couldn’t tell who was another patron, or a scare actor. After the collisions slowed, you finally opened your eyes. Looking around you could tell you were still in the haunted house, but you couldn’t place where. Other than the unfamiliarity of the area, you relished in the relative quietness of the area. Walking closer to the wall, you could feel yourself coming back to your body. Touching the wall you quickly pulled away, the wall felt…wrong. Clenching your jaw, you drop to a sitting position and pull your knees to your chest. You buried your face in your legs, trying to calm yourself.

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He could tell something was wrong when they had the last couple of rooms. Something just felt off about you. Maybe it was the way your grip tightened on his jacket sleeve, or maybe it was the subtle way your breathing had changed. Before it was forced deep breaths and now it was ragged quick inhales. Despite having noticed the changes, and prepared for the possible shut down, he wasn’t prepared for the lights to go out. Nor was he prepared for you to let go of his jacket and vanish by the time the lights came back on.

“Sweetheart?” Benny looked around the small room that you had just been in. At first Benny had been relatively calm while looking for you. He had assumed you had found one of the walls of the room and were sitting there. But after walking the parameter and still not finding you, he could feel his own pulse racing. Benny knew you had a hard time in public places because of all of the senses. Going back to the middle of the room Benny stood there a moment, ‘If they’d had run towards the exit, we would have bumped into each other. So that means…’ Looking towards the way back, Benny sighed and made his way through.

Soft ‘sorry’s and ‘pardon me’s left Benny’s lips as he made his way through the crowd. As he walked through the haunted house backwards, Benny noticed the areas that allowed the scareers to hide from view. Walk past each one he would dip his head around the corner and scan the area. The deeper he made it back into the attraction, the more worried he grew for you…and how angry he was at himself. He had promised to not let the two of you get split up, and what was he doing right now? Looking for you because he had failed you, he had broken a promise. Something he had sworn to you the day he proposed to you. 

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‘Inhale for four, hold for two, exhale for six.’ You kept repeating to yourself in your head, hands under the bend of your legs, fingers rubbing the obsidian worry stone that once lived in your jacket pocket. 

“Sweetheart?” At first the familiar voice and pet name didn’t register in your brain. Somehow he sounded far away, yet so close at the same time. You also didn’t quite register to the following calls either. It wasn't until Benny was crouched in front of you on the floor, his lips saying your name, that it registered that his hand on your arm. You had expected the touch to feel like before, red hot, razor sharp pins being forced into your skin at electric speed; but Benny’s touch wasn’t. While his touch didn’t hurt like hell, it was still unpleasant, like a loose shirt on healing sunburn.

“Hey, you made me even more scared than Will is with snakes.” You could tell he was trying to help by telling stupid jokes because he knew it was what you liked when you didn’t feel your best. You knew he wanted a laugh, a giggle, hell, you knew damn well that he’d even take that huff of air that sometimes happens with reading something dumb, but dumb that borders on being funny. You wanted to give that Benny, you really did. What you didn’t want to do though, was lie about how you’re feeling. 

Shutting your eyes, you move one of your shaking hands to your pocket and drop the smooth stone. Once empty, your hand retreats from the pocket and joins along your other hand, atop your knees. With your hands on your knees, you take a couple of breaths in an attempt to quell the shaking in your hands and the pounding in your chest. As you took your last deep breath, you opened your eyes and locked them with Benny’s bright blue ones. 

“Thank you for finding me,” You smiled softly, in an attempt to help you convince Benny that you’re okay. “Oh and I’m sorry about that whole, running off thing.” You joked weakly. You could tell that your joke wasn’t helping calm your worried fiance. Thinking for a moment you decided to reach out and take Benny’s hands. Once you had his hands in hand, you brought them back to rest on your knees. Without talking, you opened his hands and studied them, running your fingers over the prominent lines at first, before turning over his hands to do the same with the scars that were scattered over his knuckles from the years of boxing. 

After a silent moment you looked at Benny once again, though this time he wasn’t staring at you. Well at least not at your face, instead his eyes were glued to where the two of you were tangled, your hands. Detaching one of your entangled hands, you lifted it to rest on Benny’s cheek. Running your thumb along his cheek you watched as he lifted his blue eyes from your hands, to yours. As you looked at each other you felt Benny pull one of his hands away. Once his hand was in your peripheral, you looked at it and followed it to its resting point. On top of yours. 

“Sweetheart, are you okay? What happened back there?” You could tell Benny was still worried, and you knew he wouldn’t feel one hundred percent better till he knew the truth. The whole truth. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. 

“Benji,” He knew that tone and nickname from the times you were crying, or was giving bad news. “You know how I’m sensitive to…well everything?” You watch as he nods, him almost knowing that his talking might be too much for you right now. “Well there’s more to it than that. I have sensory processing disorder, SPD. I’m more sensitive to things. To me sometimes sounds are way louder than they really are, and sometimes light touches feel like slaps.” You take a moment, the sound of your own voice becoming too much. 

“Wh-What happened in there doesn’t happen often. The last time that happened I was a sophomore in high school. I had to give my baby presentation in home economics, and during my presentation a couple of babies went off -mine included- and it became too much. I dropped my papers and kinda speed walked out of the class.” Hearing Benny chuckle helped calm you. 

The two of you sat, hidden behind a fake wall, for a while. Just talking. By the time a worker had found the two of you, you were perfectly content. Benny helped you to your feet and dusted off the dirt on your butt and back. Benny led the way to the entrance -since the two of you were closer to that than the exit- you followed happily behind.

 Once out of the attraction, he led the way to his car. From there the two of you drove around till dawn, talking over the soft music of the car’s radio. Once the yawns started Benny was quick to get home. He was even quicker to get you from your side of the car, unlock the door and let you in. Not only was it quick for him to help strip you of your date clothes, but also help you find your way to your bed. He wrapped his arm around you the second your legs were on the bed, pulling you in close. He kissed the side of your face to the best of his ability, and whispered an ‘I love you’. As soon as the words left his mouth you slipped off to dreamland.

[meiiuka]

hi Mod Toko!! <3 can I request rantaro and nagito finding out that the reader has a crush on them and how they both would react??

of course, that's such a cute idea!!

rantaro amami and nagito komaeda finding out that you have feelings for them:

category: headcanons, fluff

notes: i hope i didn’t stray from the prompt too much, i tried my best to make the scenarios entertaining lol

Rantaro Amami:

• you, rantaro, and your mutual friend were having a conversation with just the three of you in a casual group setting

• the third party had accidentally mentioned that you had feelings for him while telling a “funny story” 💀 • rantaro’s first reaction is to chuckle at the news but he doesn’t really fully process what’s being said until he notices the flustered reaction on your face

• he has this moment where his eyes just kind of go out of focus and he thinks about the fact that your mutual friend just said it aloud without thinking

• he’s normally a very composed guy but this time, he can’t help but react by widely grinning and letting his excitement show in his face 😭

• the normally chill, sociable guy that you fell for is bubbling with excitement and is struggling to think of how to phrase what he wants to say smoothly

• “can the two of us have a minute to ourselves? i uh… might need a second”

• “hey y/n, so about that. when were you gonna tell me you had feelings for me?”

as you held your breath in anticipation, he completed his thought

“i wasn’t sure how i was going to tell you about my feelings, so i take this as a good way to break it to you”

• you two are both laughing at the situation (and at your mutual friend who has zero idea what they just revealed), rantaro putting his hand on your shoulder for leverage as he struggles to compose himself

• “what do you say a date for tomorrow night? it’s my turn to take initiative and put effort into this”

Nagito Komaeda:

• it started when you wrote a message to your friend about nagito: “i just don’t know what to do… i like him, but what if he doesn’t like me?”

… and accidentally sent it to nagito 💀

• the first reaction you get from him is “?” (that is, the first reaction you can see)

• on the other side of the phone he is freaking out, wishfully thinking that it might be about him, blushing PROFUSELY, pacing around, and is unsure of what the hell is going on

• you immediately send him a follow up message trying to cover your tracks but you get the feeling that he already knows

• in a way, you also want him to know so that you could just get it out there, but it’s extremely nerve racking for everyone involved

• meanwhile every single fiber of his soul is hoping that the message was about him, and that somehow you’d reveal it to be

• “not to pry but could i ask you something y/n? who is this person you have feelings for? we’re friends and i want to help you, if i can”

• this evolves into a conversation about you practically describing the aspects of nagito without actually naming anyone— but it’s exactly what he needs to deduce that you’re talking about him

• you two have the same moment of realization where the tension is so high that you just can’t ignore what you both already know

• “i think i’ll just be honest at this point,,

i’ve been talking about you, nagito. you’re the one i have feelings for.”

• he literally cannot type words. he’s paralyzed by the fact that you of all people??? liking him? no way. he must be dreaming

• his reply reads:

“if i wasn’t already obvious, i have feelings for you too… sorry if it was awkward for me to ask you that. i want to go further but i think i’m worried about ruining our friendship. i want to watch movies with you and maybe even hold hands, i wanna be closer with you. agh. i can’t even think… what am i saying??? just ignore this”

• you reassure him that it’s okay and that these are things you’ll figure out with him along the way. he buries his face into a pillow and sighs with a mixed feeling of excitement, joy, relief, and nervousness. but above all, he’s happy to know his feelings are reciprocated

[kimberlyeab]

Undertale Yellow - Thoughts

Do you ever touch a piece of media and it hits you so hard that you just decide to drop all your artistic responsibilities for a day and write something to get your thoughts down into a single coherent place.

Well, uh… let’s talk about Undertale Yellow.

Please avoid if you intend to play and do not want spoilers as this delves heavily into topics laid down in the pacifist route. Also please note this contains content warnings for child death, so don’t touch if that ain’t your cup of tea. Like all Youtubers would say, please play the game before you read this, because this experience is best enjoyed in its original form.

The first issue i am struck with before getting too deep into this topic is that this is a fan project. While i, as a fan creator, enjoy feedback on my work; even if it is a little biting at times, i don’t know the pulse of the team in this regard. After all, this had no price tag and was purely a labour of love with seven hard years of development behind it.

i also don’t know how the development of this project was handled and if it was a collaborative effort from start to finish or different teams worked on different sections with an overarching goal. All i have is my own experience of modding for Hearts of Iron IV where my efforts were focused on singular nations and not overarching plots. If different sections were handled by different teams, please don’t take a critique or praise of any singular section as a slight against your work, it was all fantastic just some areas were more fantastic than others.

i enjoyed the mod, immensely, it stuck with me to the point that i had to come here and discuss it for what seems to be close to 2000 words. This project is something truly special, not only in terms of a fan game, but as a piece of media in general. It managed to make me feel that sense of magic I felt two years ago when i first played Undertale. And i can’t think of a higher praise than saying that.

The sprite work was amazing. The battles were fun and just the right amount of challenging… except Axis… fuck Axis. The music was a genuine banger to the point where i even liked some of the songs better than some of Toby’s work (i’m looking at you, the person who composed A Mother’s Love, that Hopes and Dreams drop ruined me emotionally for the rest of the run and i hold you and the writing team responsible for that).

And the story, gosh the story was just a real treat.

The mod in general is a bit slow to start, i’ll be honest, i did enjoy the tease at the beginning with Toriel and i think it was genius to cut us off from her entirely at that point. To me, a Undertale mod doing the ruins is like a Batman movie watching Bruce’s parents get gunned down. So, getting something refreshing here was a great foot forward.  Actually, I think that the fact that this mod does not use the OG cast as a crutch is an all-around strong point that i really appreciate and helps set it aside as its own independent thing, different from Undertale. Even though I did find myself craving at least a cameo at times.

On my first day of playing, i witnessed everything that the ruins and Snowdin had to offer. i enjoyed Dalv and Martlet immensely. As I went into the start of the Wild East, I was having a lot of fun. Yet, something felt off, something wasn’t quite sparking the magic i felt with Undertale. So, I left off my first session in the Oasis, having beaten the third boss. All in all, an enjoyable time but not quite clicking.

i couldn’t describe why the game felt off up to this point. Until i watched a friend stream xeyre own first run of the game.

Xey said something during it which made me realize what the issue with these first three areas was. They felt safe, they felt fangamey. These were fun experiences with great atmosphere and enemies but Dlav and Martlet (up to that point) were not characters who grabbed me and made me feel as invested in them as say Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, and Undyne (all characters we would’ve met at a similar point in OG Undertale). Sure, they were nice, and were immensely fun, but i didn’t feel that drive to get to know them better and care about their greater story. These were not the characters of ask blogs and video essays.

At this point, i went to bed, content to get back to it tomorrow but still very much feeling like “this is a fangame.”

Then i woke up…

And let me telling you about Starlo and the town on the edge of the Wild East.

This is where Undertale Yellow grabbed me, this is where the story became something special. This wonderful cast of six unique characters who left me wanting to consume every piece of dialog they had available. These six characters managed to crackle to life that little fanfiction voice in the back of my brain. It was these characters that planted the seed of this sprawling text i am currently writing.

Starlo, himself, is a wonderful character, very fun, very well written, just a treat to experience and spend time with. His missions were comedic gold to a degree where I was cackling in VC because of how good they were. And the fights, oh jeez, the two fights in that area are where the mod really showed off what it could do when it came to combining fun gameplay, great music, and just top tier sprite work that helped give these characters so much substance and life.

And it was also in this section where i started to get invested in the characters. This is where the fangame vibes withered away and gave birth to that same experience i had playing Undertale for that very first time.

It was hinted at with Starlo, a monster putting on a façade to hide from the cold reality of being a member of a broken species living in an equally broken land. His reasoning is so tragic, yet through the tragedy, he is just trying to distract people and bring them whatever joy he can manage. His methods are faulty but his goal is good.

And Ceroba is just amazing, as well, hinting at something darker in the narrative, weaving her story into OG Undertale by experiencing loss to the same experiments that would haunt Alphys. She is something familiar, a mother in pain like Toriel, but also someone who didn’t let that pain keep her in hiding. She uses that pain to try and help this world. And it plays on me so well, making me genuinely ache as my mind idly wonders which amalgamation in the lab was once this monster’s little girl. I wanted to know her story and experience it.

Then the game was all high points from here.

The adventure in the Steamworks where we see the remains of a shattered legacy and the pain that Ceroba goes through when she realizes that her husband was never respected in life. It resonates as we learn how much he just wanted to help Monsterkind and his legacy was just thrown away and left to rot. It made me hate Asgore.

And then comes the plot twist, the moment the shoe drop, as we approach Hotlands and Starlo confronts us. He knows Ceroba’s secret and is there to keep us safe. I had never been so invested in finding out what any of this meant, craving to know what could possibly bring these two into conflict with one another after being so close just two sections prior.

And that’s when we go to Ceroba’s home. That’s where we experience the empty abode that used to house a family. It’s where we learn how this tormented world of captivity that broke them, one by one, killing father, daughter, and yes, even the mother. It’s where we learn about Chujin, a figure of mythos, this mod’s Asgore in a way. A man who knew that escaping the Underground wasn’t the end goal unless Monsterkind could assert itself and prove that it had a right to exist upon the surface. This moment was so compelling, asking questions that fans have had for years and answering them in a way that felt downright satisfying.

And it put a fire in my breast going forward. i feel bad for the individuals who wrote dialog for optional areas after this reveal because i was a woman on a mission at this point. There was no endearing encounter, no fun moment that would distract me from finally finishing this with Ceroba.

And as we reach New Home and face the enemy, a mother who has lost everything, with our friends by our side, that’s when we play the best boss fight, I’ve had the privilege of enjoying in a very long time. It was the right amount of difficult with perfect music, amazing phases and forms, and a wonderful use of the yellow soul to its full capacity. It was long and slogged out, fought tooth and fucking nail, all while the music perfectly weaves together Ceroba’s struggle with the adventure we’ve been on and also a little nostalgia just to remind you what’s at stake. i have slept and i still remember her piano bits combined with those little western twangs, bringing together two childhood friends before dropping Hopes and Dreams just to show you how epic it is. It is… HOLY SHIT… it is something.

And with every phase we see a little more of what this monster lost. We watch her husband wither away, we see her risk her daughter and fail, and we see every last thing this obsession has cost her. And we know that this is a family broken by a collective scar left upon a whole species. We know that humanity is at fault, subjecting a whole race to torment for something that’s generations old. This family is just one of many who our species has wronged, just one trauma on a whole ledger.

And as we finally dispatch her and feel victorious, the reality of the situation slowly settles in.

This is a prologue… we know how this ends.

Asgore has five souls right now. Yet, by the events of Undertale, he has six.

i knew on a logical level that this would happen but the mod still managed to destroy me with the reality. As our friends try and figure out a way to keep us safe, we, the Spirit of Justice, a child with a pure heart, know that we can’t let this slide. We saw what humanities punishment has done to this species and we know that we can help them.

So, Clover sacrifices their Soul. And its at this moment that i started bawling like a child, watching their friends bargain with them, then plead, then seeing them slowly come to terms with it. And the game slowly ends from there, watching our hero make this sacrifice and then send away their friends so they don’t have to see them die. It’s just us, alone, knowing that we did the right thing and it cost us everything. It’s beautiful and tragic, the perfect ending that still chokes me up thinking about it.

And it pays off as the credits role and we get an epilogue that shows all the monsters we’ve touched and made their lives better.

It was special.

This was the special that i felt after Undertale.

And like Undertale, i will never touch it again (unless i speedrun it). The story was completed and the sacrifice was beautiful. It would be wrong of me to erase the deeds that i’ve done to better these lives. i don’t want to erase their happy ending just to tinker around and extract every ounce of life from this game.

So uh, yeah, sorry to the people who worked on geno-run. i’m sure you did a great job but i can’t bring myself to hurt these characters.

All-in-all, sitting there in a VC, bawling at 3:30 in the morning, i knew this was unique and I knew that i wanted to share my thoughts with the fandom and maybe even the developers if they get around to reading this.

Dear devs, if you read this, you created something out of this world, thank you.

Sincerely, thank you.

Would I recommend this mod?

Let me tell you what I said after the credits rolled.

“Fuck this mod.”

Err… text kind of loses the translation of those words being spoken through the warble of a tear-stricken voice that was fresh from sobbing for ten minutes straight.

So, uh…

Yeah, it was alright!

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[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 8 Matsuribayashi pt. 33

The third sacrifice

I’m trying to divine what the hell past 8bit meant by leaving this asterisk in the notes. It wasn’t that long ago I put that there, less than a day, but I have no idea what the hell this guy’s doing (probably should edit this out you donkus). Onto why we’re here, I’m positive this scene is meant to take place before the protracted dumping on Miyo Takano, but I definitely played these fragments out of chronological order.

For a split second I began to doubt myself about where these things are meant to be set on the timeline, but reading the line about how if the news got back to Tokyo about losing their main research subject, I became convinced I was right about this happening before those other fragments. Also this is the first time in a while we’ve had a character tell themselves to be cool. Well, be calm, but that’s the same thing. Which, based on previous chapters planted the idea in my head that Takano, unbeknownst to her, might also be infected with Hinamizawa Syndrome.

Initially I sort of wrote off her paranoid ramblings as just her being annoyed with Rika’s mom, and Irie’s gutless behavior. However, thinking about it, one of the stated symptoms is an increased paranoia. So I wonder, since it was mentioned in Minagoroshi that they have an inoculation to protect against the syndrome, did she just never take it? I wonder if Irie, or the Mountain Dogs are similarly infected?

Well there you go. I’ll be honest, I had no grand strategy reading the fragments, I just went with whatever sounded interesting to me in the moment. Related to the screenshot however, since he was a pretty important figure in Takano’s life and the formation of the Irie clinic/institute I’m kind of surprised Koizumi didn’t get an art.

I was going to say that I thought it was outright confirmed in an earlier chapter that the Mountain Dogs did indeed kidnap the construction minister’s son. Then I remembered it was just confirmed that an as yet unnamed organization did it, and just let the Sonozaki family take the rap for it. I seem to recall there was an older man involved in the kidnapping that showed up once to try to console the boy before he was taken elsewhere. I wonder who that was.

Few thoughts: 1, I was amused with the small conversation about whether to kill only Rika’s mom with the mental image that Okonogi had a little notepad and was writing down her order like a restaurant. 2, I like this dark take on the “you can achieve everything by just talking to people” idea that has permeated the last few chapters. 3, so if Takano hadn’t brought it up with Okonogi there is a pretty good chance the whole idea of the curse killings would never have occurred. Okonogi accidentally set Takano on this path of attaining godhood, presumably just because he was raring for any sort of action.

Mysterious death of the Furude couple

I’m sure everything is going to be fine.

This is an Ooishi narrated fragment. I kind of wonder when the Mountain Dogs got Rika’s dad? Do you think they just spiked his drink in the post-festival festivities? Also, poor Kimiyoshi, he went from a named character with a character portrait to just “old person.” In the modded version the voice actor for “old person” is Kimiyoshi’s VA.

I think we’ve all been in the situation where you’re at an event, and when it’s over and time to leave you get cocky thinking you’ll somehow be able to beat the traffic out. But instead you just wind up sitting in your car waiting your turn to finally leave the damned parking area. Of course I don’t think many people are ever put in that situation when there’s sneaky murder and kidnappings afoot, but still.

Thinking about it, are there any other doctors and nurses working at the Irie Clinic/Institute? There’s gotta be right? Surely it can’t be just Irie, Takano, and the fifty or so Mountain Dogs. It would certainly explain how they were able to just demon away Rika’s mom, but you gotta figure there has to be some researchers at least helping with the research into Hinamizawa Syndrome. Or hell, I suppose not, maybe that explains why progress is slow going, since there’s only the two of them.

[teen-cups-au]

Teen Cups - Plot Notes Part 1

Doudy (mod): 7 parts are ready so far. For now, they'll be posted weekly!

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Cuphead walks further away with his bag [I would have corrected the sketch in the last page WIP, since I drew him letting it with the others. You’ll know why in a bit.], where he and Chalice were at night in the flashback a few pages ago. Mugman and Puphead join him to check on him.

Mugman: Cuphead ?

Cuphead: I wanna be alone.

Puphead pokes him.

Cuphead: Ugh… What ?!

Puphead: *signing* We’re all happy to get to spend time with you again.

Mugman: They could have done better, true. But you should still enjoy the moment !

Cuphead: Leave me alone...

Puphead follows Mugman as he walks away, mumbling :

Mugman: At least, he’s taking fresh air…

Cuphead hears him and rolls his eyes while getting a cigarette.

Cuphead sits down at the edge of the water and stares at the sea. The night falls, and he’s now writing in a notebook, his bag open, as he got it from it. The moon is surrounded by a few clouds. He then gets up to join the others again. They’re all around a campfire.

Sammy: Aha ! Look who decided to come back~

Cuphead: Sammy, you say one more word and I leave.

Sammy: Geesh, can you stop being a jerk ?!

Baroness von Bonbon: Cut it, you two ! Want a marshmallow, Cuphead ?

Cuphead: No thanks.

He walks to his tent.

Baroness von Bonbon: Okay ! But stay here at least !

Cuphead: Am I allowed to put my stuff in my tent, or what ?!

Baroness von Bonbon: Yes. As well as having manners !

Cala Maria: Is it me, or everyone is in a bad mood since he arrived ?

Mugman looks down next to her, tightening his legs while sitting. He starts coughing. The coughing worsens, making Cuphead hurry out of his tent. Samuel, who’s sitting on Mugman’s other side, puts a worried hand on his shoulder.

Samuel: Mug? Are you okay?

Cuphead reappears and crouches beside him.

Cuphead: Mug ?

Mugman gets up and walks a bit further to isolate himself, as the fit is getting worse, Cala commenting in the background :

Cala Maria: Man, his cough is so nasty…

Baroness von Bonbon: Poor Mug…

Cuphead gets up again to follow him.

Sammy: I thought he wasn’t sick anymore ?

Cuphead: Do you have your inhaler ?

Mugman nods and gets it from his pocket. Cuphead takes it and shakes it for him.

Cuphead: I knew it was a bad idea to come !

Mugman frowns.

Mugman: Shush…

He inhales the medicine, Baroness von Bonbon yelling from out of the panel :

Baroness von Bonbon: Is he okay ?!

Cuphead: UGH, GIVE US SOME SPACE, BONNIE !!!

Mugman retains his breath with a done face.

Baroness von Bonbon: Dammit, what’s wrong with you ?! We barely see you anymore, and when we do, it’s to be yelled at non stop ! You’re ruining our night !

Cala Maria: No wonder. He always goes to the casino. He can’t be surrounded by respectable people.

Mugman is catching up his breath, wheezing.

Cuphead: Mug, let’s just go home ! You’re not well anyway.

Mugman: No ! I’ll be *cough* fine… *wheeze* I won’t let it prevent me from having fun ! *wheeze*

Cuphead: I’m clearly not welcome anyway.

Mugman: Of course you are ! *wheeze* Just try to… Just enjoy, okay ? Puphead brought- *cough* *cough* -cards to play. *wheeze* Maybe you can teach us poker or something ?

Cuphead: You won’t go back home, are you ?

Mugman: No.

Cuphead sighs.

Cuphead: Fine.

They come back.

Baroness von Bonbon: You chill now ?!

Cuphead stays silent, looking at her scornfully. He then asks Puphead :

Cuphead: Hey Pup, Mugman told me you got a card game ?

Puphead nods.

Cuphead: You guys wanna gamble ?

Sammy: To be honest, I’m curious.

Sam: I don’t want to bet money. I don’t even have that much on me right now.

Cuphead: No problem, Sam. We can make it interesting another way.

Sam: Like ?

Cuphead: Loser sniffs cocaine.

Sam: I’m out.

Sammy: ...Why not.

Sam’s eyes widen.

Sam: WHAT ?!

Sammy: For my experience ! It’s just a try !

Sam: Sammy, you know what it implies, right ?

Sammy: Yeah, yeah, dependence, blah blah blah… But it’ll be just once !

Cuphead: Hehe, yeah sure~

Sammy: You don’t think I’m able ?

Cuphead: Yanno it’s hard drugs, right ?

Sammy: And what does that mean ?

Cuphead: The kind that are hard to stop.

Sam: Cuphead, don’t do anything that extreme ! Please...

Cuphead: Fine. Marijuana it’ll be.

Sam: How is it not extreme ?!

Cuphead: It’s soft drugs.

Sam: Are you serio-

Sammy: Shut up now, Sam ! I’m tired of you bossing me around ! If I want to give it a try, I’ll just do it !

Sam frowns and grumbles.

Samuel: But I… I don’t want you to die !

Cuphead laughs.

Cuphead: He won’t, don’t worry Samuel. It’ll be more like-

Time skip to Sammy puking at a tree a bit further. Cuphead teases him, while smoking too.

Cuphead: That makes you a double loser, dude !

Mugman is sitting beside Baroness von Bonbon, a hand on his nose.

Baroness von Bonbon: YOU’re the loser ! You don’t even care about your brother who can’t breathe because of you !

Cuphead: He’s far from me enough !

Mugman: No. You know the smoke always comes to me, whatever you do.

Cuphead: Ugh, fine. I’ll extinguish it.

He rubs it on the floor.

Cuphead: There, happy ?

Mugman: No. I’m SO ashamed of you !

Baroness von Bonbon : To be honest, I don’t want you to hang out with us anymore.

Cuphead frowns as she says that and gets up, an empty glass bottle in his hand.

Cuphead: Fine with me !

He throws it violently on the floor.

Cuphead: FUCK Y’ALL !

He lifts his middle finger to them, as he goes to his tent.

[Alternate idea: Try to make him lift the 2 middle fingers, as he has 4 fingers, to see if it works visually, and make him say :

Cuphead: Uuh, which finger is it again... Ok nvm, imagine there's only one - FUCK Y’ALL !]

Cala Maria: Geesh ! How are you dealing with this everyday, Mug ?

Mugman: It’s not that bad, usually. Sometimes with Grandpa. But with me, I feel like he retains himself.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Mod Talks #1: The Progression of Toko Fukawa.

//So, as you all no doubt have noticed, for these last few days, we’ve been having very in depth discussions about Danganronpa 3, and certain writing choices in the series that we agree with or disagree with, and it got me thinking about a new idea for a short side-series I could do on this blog.

//Introducing Mod Talks. Which basically involves me doing two things.

Me giving a comprehensive analysis and opinionated discussion on certain characters, story points or writing decisions from the main series.

Explaining my thought process on how I carried that over to Danganronpa Survivor.

//What I aim to achieve with this is that I want to hear more people’s thoughts and opinions on the topics that I carry over. I’m not necessarily looking for feedback on how I write Kodaka’s characters, or necessarily looking for comparisons. I really just want to have more in-depth discussions with the followers like we’ve been having recently.

//You might have thought that I would start this series off with an analysis on Kuripa, since I did already mention I would be making a long post exploring his backstory (or what is known of it) and my thought process behind his character and his goals. But I decided I actually wanted to start on a different note and get to Kuripa eventually later down the line.

//The main reason being that he plays a significant role in this arc, and lots of things related to his character happen in this part of the story, so I want to wait until we get to that point to discuss it further. For now though, as you can see by the title, I’ll be putting my attention on the protagonist who seems to have the last amount of time in the limelight for now: Toko Fukawa.

//And Genocide Jack as well of course.

//Because if I’m being perfectly honest, Toko losing the first weekly poll kind of made me sad. It’s not that I don’t get it, but I’m actually proud of how I’ve done Toko of all characters in this series, and I want to talk about my thoughts and feelings.

//This discussion will be going over her history, and how she has changed as a person from when she was a lonely young kid, and now in Survivor as an adult mother.

//I also want to hear yours, so don’t hesitate to give feedback. Like I said, the main purpose is to discuss thoughts, feelings and opinions with you guys, because I’ve come to find that I really enjoy it.

//Let’s get started.

Toko in THH.

//The first question I think people would like to know with my discussion is what my opinion of Toko is in the canon games. So I’ll start with Danganronpa 1, when she’s first introduced, and I’ll just be straight up with everyone...

//I didn’t like her AT ALL.

//Frankly, Toko was my second least favourite character in that game, and one of the worst in the series for me for a long while. 

//To me, the only thing in Danganronpa 1 that Toko was involved with in any significant way was the Genocide Jack twist in Case 2. Everything else she did in this first game was pointless and annoying. And not even having Genocide Jack as an additional character in the roster saved her.

//Talking about them both individually, Toko on her own had a lot of things wrong with her. She had multiple negative personality traits that to me made her extremely unlikeable, the main one’s being that she lashes out at anyone regardless of what they say to her, she’s generally rude and nasty to people for little to no reason, and she’s also insanely dirty minded and her words make me really fucking uncomfortable.

//On top of this, her whole thing about falling in love with Byakuya and dedicating herself to him got really old, really fast, and I was not about it. Following Chapter 2, to make things worse, it basically became her whole character: Byakuya’s sole follower, who he treated like shit. And aside from that, there really wasn’t much else.

//Genocide Jack on the other hand is a bit more fleshed out, since she’s got much more personality than Toko. However, she suffers from the complete reverse problem, since she has TOO MUCH of it.

//Those who read the blog’s story might notice that the amount of times that Genocide Jack appears in the main story over Toko is severely minimal, and I’ll say right now the reason for that is because I don’t really know what to DO with her. There’s so much to unpack, and since GJ is just pure craziness, it’s really hard to fit her into any sort of social situation. 

//On top of that, Toko is also incredibly hypocritical, and not in the good kind of way. She explains at intervals in DR1 that she does honestly want to make friends. However, every time anyone (Hina being our prime example) tries to compliment her or be genuinely nice, she pushes them away and shoves words in their mouth. All the while feeling sorry for herself.

//I know that this is probably the point and she’s written this way for a reason, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. And I most certainly DON’T. It’s not like I don’t think self-deprecating characters in media and games shouldn’t exist, but this is an inhuman level of self-loathing. 

//Given her backstory, it’s clear Toko had a major fear or rejection, which explains why she acts the way it does. What it DOESN’T explain, is why she continues to pursue Byakuya for a LONG TIME even after DR1 ends; who as a reminder, rejects her CONSTANTLY.

//I don’t attribute my dislike for Toko to being poor character writing however. There are few holes in her overall backstory and it’s not like her attitude goes unexplained. However, even explaining it, while it does make it more well-rounded, doesn’t make her a character that I can sympathize with.

//With that in mind though, I’d like to start talking about my thinking process when it comes to Toko’s backstory, and a lot of elements that happen within it.

Toko’s Backstory and the Existence of Genocide Jack. 

//One of the interesting things about Toko’s backstory compared to every other DR backstory we know of is that her’s actually can be traced back to the moment she was born.

//I’ll try and lay it all out as best as I can, but right from the get go, I’ll say that Toko’s past and the life she’s lived before she first met Makoto and the others in DR1 was just as unstable and messy as she is herself.

//When Toko was born, she was born at the same time as another child in the hospital. This other child was born with a severe medical incapacity, that ended up taking it’s life the very same day. 

//This kind of situation isn’t necessarily uncommon in the real world, however, another aspect was discovered about the situation, being that the two women who gave birth to the two girls had both slept with Toko’s father. And due to a mix up with the hospital involving this, the professional’s were not able to figure out which mother was the one that gave birth to Toko, and which one gave birth to her late half-sister. 

//When Toko explains this to Komaru in UDG, Komaru points out that a blood test may have been able to resolve the issue. While this is correct, Toko affirms that both mother’s declined the exam. As a result of this decision, Toko ended up living with a father and two mothers.

//The normal expected decision to not taking the blood test would usually be to not live with the guilt that your child could have died. This however, is not the case, and Toko very quickly came to realize this; in reality, both mother’s WANTED their child to be the one that died, not the reverse.

//It’s never explicitly stated why, but the obvious conclusion to reach, and the one that I go for with Survivor, is to do with Toko’s father. Neither of Toko’s mother’s were aware at the time that their two girls had the same father, until the day of the birth. Thereby, the child that they were carrying had the DNA of a man who had cheated on them. 

//However, based on the way that Toko talks about her parents, and her specific phrasing when she explains her childhood to Komaru, I don’t think that’s really the case. I came to think about this from Weeby Newz’s character analysis of Toko, hence why I used the screenshot above, so let me reiterate her point.

//For one thing, Toko explicitly states that her father wasn’t married, or even in a real relationship, with either of the two women. At least not to her knowledge. It’s also important to note that Toko’s specific words about the supposed “affair” are “They also discovered that both women had slept with the same man”

//“Slept” i.e. not SLEEPING with. In my eyes, the more likely scenario was that Toko’s father had a one-time fling with both women, and accidently got them both pregnant.

//And as much as that sounds like a reach, it’s also important to note that the conversation in that exact same scene starts like this:

Toko: It’s my mothers fault that she was born inside me. I never thought of them as my real mother’s, not even once. Komaru: Wait, “them” as your “mothers?” Don’t you mean your mother and father? Toko: I’m a novelist, I wouldn’t misspeak like that. I said “them” and I meant it.

//And it’s important to keep this in mind, because it explains my writing process for Toko’s father.

//For those who might have missed it, one of the chapters of “The Life and Lies of Akeru Yozora” Toko opens up to Komaru, Leon, Sayaka and Makoto about how her life with her parents really was, and why it’s making her determined to rescue Akeru from the same childhood.

//In said chapter, it shows the birth of Genocide Jack, at the hands of Toko’s mothers constant abuse. In said chapter, when Genocide Jack is finally born, both of Toko’s mothers succumb to the serial killer, being her first victims and only FEMALE victims.

//Toko’s father on the other hand, is not only spared, but after Toko runs away from home, he decides to take the fall for her. This is my way of saying that Toko’s dad is not the piece of shit that Toko’s mother’s were. He’s still a bad parent for not sticking up for his daughter, but it’s also important to note that he didn’t want the situation he was in just as much as Toko or the mother’s did.

//In context, the only reason why Toko was even living with two mother’s in the first place is for legal reasons. And if the scenario of them both accidently getting pregnant is true, it also explains why they were such awful mothers, since it implies they were both, for lack of better words, hussies, who’s lifestyle’s would be severely interrupted by the burden of a child.

//Putting more focus on Toko’s mother’s however, this same line, Toko practically confirms that it’s because of the abuse she suffered at the hands of her mother’s is what gave her second personality life. Hence the existence of the chapter where Toko opens up to her friends and classmates.

//If someone is not born with Dissociative Identity Disorder like Toko has, usually an alter would be created as a coping mechanism to abuse and trauma. And from my perspective, this is the exact cast for Genocide Jack. It’s already pretty clear from Toko’s personality alone that she’s had to put up with a lot of emotional abuse and bullying, but to have a split personality, the trauma has to be EXTREMELY severe. Undergoing something like this causes your brain to form barriers that allow a distinct identity to develop and the individual to cope with the trauma by repressing the more distressing details of it.

//And as stated multiple times already, it’s very clear that neither of Toko’s mothers were kind to her even slightly. One of the things she mentions in UDG is that she was once locked in a closet for three days, without any food or water, which developed in her a severe fear of the dark. Going by that same logic, I also attributed Toko’s fear and dislike of taking baths back to the abuse of her mothers, and came up with the idea (which again is mentioned directly in the chapter where she exposes her past to her friends) that her mother’s would scald her arms with hot showers. 

//However, Toko’s life with her parents wasn’t the only issue. Her life outside of home was equally as bad since, as I mentioned, she had to deal with a lot of bullying and abuse from other people too. For example, the time she was framed for a theft she didn’t commit, and as punishment, was tied to a jungle gym with a garden hose. 

//Hence why throughout all of it, Toko’s most valued companion and the one that was taken hostage in UDG was her pet stinkbug Kameko. Since Toko figured the bug didn’t judge her for being herself, like everyone else did. 

//The next important part of Toko’s backstory is the story with her first love. It’s important because it explains, at the same time, how both Toko and Genocide Jack got their Ultimate Talents. 

//The full story is that Toko met and fell in love with a boy in elementary school, who was the only person she ever felt comfortable talking to. When she finds out that he and his family are moving away to a different part of Japan out of her reach, she gives him a sendoff by sending him a love letter confessing her feelings. 

//The result of this was said boy revealing that he actually hated how much Toko used to talk to him, and that he was ridiculed for it often, deciding to get back at Toko by pinning her love letter to the bulletin board to shame her, giving her even MORE emotional trauma to deal with.

//When this happened, one of Toko’s teacher who had read Toko’s love letter reassured her by telling her that she had a real talent for writing. This teacher’s words are what prompted Toko to pursue a career as a writer. 

//At the same time, once learning of Toko’s rejection, Genocide Jack chased the boy all the way to his knew home, and murdered him, thus marking the beginning of Genocide Jack’s killing spree, murdering any boy she came across that she thought was attractive. She confirms this in her own FTE’s.

//There’s a lot to unpack with each aspect of her full backstory, and this isn’t even all of it. Even after Genocide Jack’s birth leading up to becoming an Ultimate, there’s so much more emotional abuse and trauma that this girl went through and was forced to overcome.

//In a later section of this analysis, I will explain a little bit more about how all of this ties into Toko’s character for Survivor, namely her role as a parent herself, but now I want to move onto the most integral part of the discussion, where Toko was arguably at her pinnacle.

The Unspoken Theme of Ultra Despair Girls.

//One of the things about Danganronpa that is consistent throughout the series is that each game has a different main theme. Usually along the lines of “Ideal A VS Ideal B” And I’ll quickly walk through them.

//Danganronpa 1 obviously has the sole theme of Hope VS Despair. And that theme has become a staple of the entire Danganronpa series, arguably being the series most important.

//Hope and Despair are two sides of the same coin, in many senses. Hope is defined as a feeling of expectation and desire about a result and despair is defined as the lack of hope, or lack of such a feeling of expectation and desire about a result.

//If hope is associated with an expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen, when we hope we are essentially concentrating on a result. If that result doesn’t occur, then we may fall into despair, which is the lack of the expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. We cannot have hope without despair. They go together. If you can feel hope, then it is equally possible to feel despair.

//This is best represented in the dynamic between Trigger Happy Havoc’s main protagonist and main antagonist -  Makoto Naegi and Junko Enoshima. A boy who believes his one redeeming quality is his overwhelming optimism, and a girl who’s a natural genius talent with many redeeming qualities, but applies it to literally watching the world burn.

//Danganronpa 2 also plays with the idea of Hope and Despair, but it also has another theme that plays very well on the game, especially at the finale. A Terrible Past VS a Better Future.

//It ties into DR1′s theme of the battle between Hope and Despair by elaborating on what comes after it. The moment that defines this is Hajime’s final decision to abandon his past actions and face it’s consequences, while fighting to redeem himself and live a better future for him and his friends.

//Given their past actions as Junko’s terrorist cohorts that were wiped from their memories, this is how they choose to deal with it.

//V3 is a lot more complicated, because there are actually two running themes across the whole game, all of which are different from the typical Hope Vs Despair dynamic: Truth against Lies, and Logic VS Belief.

//The first idea is best represented through the main protagonist, Shuichi Saihara, and his arch-rival, Kokichi Ouma. Kokichi being a consistent liar and Shuichi being a detective who fights for the truth. The penultimate conclusion to this theme is that Truth VS Lies does NOT constitute to Good VS Evil. Sometimes a lie can be a white lie designed to protect people, while finding the truth can lead to a terrible outcome (i.e. Shuichi’s backstory exposing a man for a crime done to avenge his family.) Shuichi even states in the game “Some lies can lead the world to hope...Some truths can lead the world to despair...So I don't think anyone can really say which is more right in the end.”

//Logic VS Belief meanwhile. is best represented in characters like V3′s deuteragonist, Kaito Momota, who doesn’t base his assumptions off anything other than his own assurance and faith in the people around him. While this is narrow-minded at a glance, Kaito repeatedly proves that his assumptions and belief are well-placed. Not always of course, but often enough that Shuichi considers his belief’s when it comes to his accusations. On the other hand, there are characters like Angie Yonaga and again, Kokichi Ouma, who’s assumptions are grounded more in logic and facts, sometimes making them overlook the bigger picture at hand, but also the only sure basis for a grounded conclusion.

//It’s never explicitly stated, but the way I see things with the spinoff game, and what ties it back to Toko, is that Ultra Despair Girls has it’s own secondary theme to the typical Hope VS Despair 

//And that is...Companionship VS Solitude.

//And going further with that, Trust VS Betrayal.

//Elaborating on both for a moment, here’s how I see it. Both Toko and Komaru at the start of Ultra Despair Girls are both in a poor position, and neither really know how to cope. Toko has barely changed from the horrible person she was in DR1, while Komaru starts off as a weak-willed, vulnerable girl.

//By the end of the game, Toko’s attitude has drastically changed, and she opens up to Komaru in a way she never did to Makoto or anyone else before her, and Komaru becomes a much stronger person, both physically and mentally, going from being the one receiving the rousing speeches to the one giving them (like she does for the adults in the secret encampment.)

//And the obvious conclusion to reach is that the development of both these characters can be attributed to one another. Komaru is made a more responsible and down to earth person, taking matters into her own hands and resolving the problem in her own way thanks to Toko’s influence on her. At the same time, Toko, an extremely pessimistic person with little faith in her fellow human, is made to become the voice of reason for Komaru, simply because she NEEDS it.

//And despite their bumps along the way, and how they don’t start off as friends and work together more as allies than anything, the companionship between these two girls is the one and only reason they were even able to Survive the demon hunting game.

//The PARALLEL to this, is Monaca and the Warriors of Hope. Who if you think about it, have the EXACT REVERSE DYNAMIC.

//When UDG starts off, you see as the game progresses just how close these kids are to one another right from the get go, having been through a similar experience to the girls in working together to overcome a shitty situation that they all have been through.

//And for most of the game, their friendship seems strong and genuine, but then you get to the conclusion of the first boss fight against Masaru. Where his defeat against the girls results in him being pulled under and out of sight by the masked Monokuma kids; a scene that obviously reminds Toko of an execution.

//And as the game progresses, this continues happening, and when it does, the other kids really hardly bat an eye, and try to move on. But the more it happens, the more concerned they begin to grow, Nagisa especially who even tries to resolve the situation, strongly desiring to protect the dream he and the other kids share.

//At least that’s what he believes, only to find out that Monaca has been playing him and the other Warriors from the start, never truly intending to be their friend, or helping them create the paradise she promised she would.

//In comparison to Komaru and Toko’s strengthening bond, the Warrior’s who seem to have a strong bond at the start, weaken as a result of Monaca’s secret betrayal. Something I believe goes overlooked often by most people.

//Another thing that people can see from this, is that by the end of the game, Toko has gained every trait she needs to pass as a true Danganronpa deuteragonist, fitting the same traits and actions as the others before her (and no, slapping Komaru to knock some sense back into her doesn’t count as part of it). Doing what all of them did at some point, and rescuing the main character from a truly awful situation.

//Who was it that not only rescued Makoto from the garbage heap, but also kept his spirits raised when things started to look bleak? Kyoko.

//Who was it that restored formality to the group and saved Hajime from falling in Despair forever in DR2? Chiaki.

//Who were the one’s who rescued Shuichi when he gave in and tried to hide from facing the truth? Kaede and Kaito.

//And who was it that saved Komaru from the burden placed on her that she didn’t deserve? Toko.

//Before this point, Toko would not have ever been able to fit that role, but by the end of Ultra Despair Girls, she’s become attuned to being by this girls side, and being the moral compass she needs. And she is GOOD at it. And it’s only BECAUSE she’s grown to care for Komaru, putting herself on the line for her sake, that she is able to do this.

//Toko has lived a life of abuse, bullying, betrayal, doubt, sadness, and unjustness. But none of that matters when someone who truly cares about her is falling into Despair. Meeting Komaru, while she wouldn’t openly admit it even after the fact, was the best thing that could have ever happened to Toko.

//And meeting Toko was the best thing that ever happened to Komaru as well.

Toko in Survivor. How has she changed?

//Now we’ll actually get into my own personal thought process for Toko in this blog. How much she has developed PAST the last time we saw her in Ultra Despair Girls and DR3. And there are three main things to focus in on here:

Her progressing relationship with Komaru.

Her role as a mother.

Her change in lifestyle.

//Keeping in mind what I said about Komaru and Toko having changed and developed one another plays a big role in their characters from the start of Survivor, and how much they’ve changed in the 8 year timegap.

//On Komaru’s side, she’s obviously become a much more confident and eager person. Someone who screamed and cried while fighting for her life back in Towa City, now greets fights with open arms and ready trigger finger. She’s no longer afraid of the threats she faces, and now with Toko by her side, is actively ready to stand against them.

//Toko’s changes are obviously a lot more integral. She doesn’t stutter her words or needlessly blame others anymore, always thinking about the situation at hand before she starts putting words in each other’s mouths. And while she still cares for Byakuya, she no longer idolizes him in the way she did, nor does she have any dreams of pursuing a life with him, instead sticking with Komaru and trying to sort herself out. Even Byakuya admits by this point in time, Toko has become a woman worthy of his attention. Which is why it was so nice to write that one segment of Into the Ocean where they teamed up together, just the two of them.

//I also believe that Toko and Komaru would have started to develop feelings for each other during the timegap. Most people would think it a little odd that they decide to get married almost immediately after confessing to one another, but to me, it’s not that strange.

//They would have had a lot of time to spend together, and they would clearly recognize their love for each other. After all, if you think about it, Toko and Komaru’s dynamic is basically the EXACT SAME as Makoto and Kyoko’s. The Naegi siblings have a lot in common, as you might expect, with both of them being strong-willed people at the core, as well as one’s who have the power to inspire hope in others, but also each having a fair share of inferiority complexes. Toko and Kyoko on the other hand, are more down to earth and logical, and balance their respective partners out.

//And if one of them can grow to care for each other beyond a point that canonically is implied to be more than a friendship, why can’t the other?

//Toko hasn’t completely changed of course. There’s still a lot about her that remains relatively the same from the canon games, mainly that she’s still quick to frustrate, and still isn’t immediately trusting of anyone she meets, however being more willing to give them a chance to prove her wrong.

//But the primary way in which Komaru has influenced Toko is simply by being a genuine friend, partner and companion, teaching Toko how to be more confident in herself, as well as overcoming all of her past trauma’s, slowly but surely. This in turn, would have led to Toko living a much healthier lifestyle than the one she had before, and as of Into the Ocean, it certainly shows.

//Toko’s redesign as of Into the Ocean sports her signature purple, but also a much brighter and happier blue in contrast to her previous designs where her clothes and outfit are much darker all around. She’s also discarded her glasses for contact lenses, and started wearing shorter skirts and leggings, showing her change in attitude and character, and how she’s a lot more self-assured, and confident in herself.

//This is the face of a woman who’s been through a lot of trauma, and through the power of love and companionship, has overcome it. That’s all it ever took.

//And then of course, there’s not only Komaru as her wife, but the newest addition to their family - Akeru. Who the girls decide to adopt as their own daughter.

//Upon finding out her true backstory, Toko gravitates almost immediately towards Akeru when she finds out just how similar the two of them are. Having both been raised by abusive mothers, and having murdered them as a result of the trauma.

//Even after her mothers died, Toko’s life did not get better. If anything, it only became worse. So when Akeru was finally saved from the clutches of Narumi Osone, Toko endeavored to make it so that Akeru didn’t go down the same path...By giving her a family and a new life that she could learn to love.

//Toko has been through some shit, but thanks to this natural progression and strength she has found, she’s able to become the exact authority figure that a young girl needs. Though she lacks in real experience, Toko goes out of her way to do whatever it takes to make sure that her girl grows up happy and healthy in the way she never could, without deflecting her own childhood trauma on this equally damaged girl.

//In a way, she’s doing for Akeru exactly what she did to Komaru. Hence why the chapter of her exposing her past to her friends is so important. Simply to emphasize just how much the girl’s suffering means to her.

Where are we now?

//To end this, I need to make a quick observation of the blog’s current events, and analyse where every main protagonist, the one’s that carry this story, are standing right now.

//First of all, most obviously, Makoto and Kuripa are both HOT MESSES right now. Not just in the wake of the death of Mukuro, but with every bad thing after bad thing that’s been thrown their way, they’ve been severely wittled down to the point where both of them are barely hanging onto sanity. 

//Kuripa obviously isn’t new to this attitude or feeling, but when Makoto is at a point where he’s not only lashing out at the people who love him, but is physically assaulting the wrongdoers; something usually out of character for him, you know he’s going through some shit.

//Hajime is not much better. Obviously he’s currently in an indefinite coma while Izuru takes control of his body, but even before that he was clearly suffering at the hands of a situation out of his control, that he still wholeheartedly blames himself for. 

//The actions of both Ayumu Fujimori and Nagito Komaeda he attributes back to his own incompetence, and believes that most, if not all of what the Future Foundation is currently going through, is his own fault.

//Shuichi and Kaede seem relatively fine, but it’s clear they’re both struggling with their own issues. Shuichi’s will be elaborated on, but Kaede is so severely traumatized by her past, it makes her act out stupidly, and she’s beginning to have severe doubts about herself.

//And Shuichi feels like a fish out of water, having a branch to lead but not quite sure how to take charge when it counts.

//Even Komaru isn’t quite sure what to do, and has made her own handful of stupid decisions. On top of not being there for her brother and being blissfully unaware of the Future Foundation’s fall in wake of her own family’s interests, she also gets so desperate, that she takes matters into her own hands and makes a fucking mess of things.

//I.e. blaming the entire mess on Kuripa with little to know grounds on such an action, and kidnapping and trapping Makoto for “his own safety.”

//And the amazing thing throughout all of this, is that looking at all of these protagonists and comparing to Toko...She is the ONLY ONE who has remained relatively sane throughout the entire pandemic of Despair.

//In Into the Ocean, she comes through as a mediator and protector for Komaru, Akeru and Byakuya on multiple occasions, comforting them when they’re in a difficult situation (very physically in Komaru’s case ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) and having their back, even when they try to go solo on dangerous missions.

//And in The Monster in Me, she’s the first member of the Future Foundation who defects from Komaru, her own wife’s, authoritarian methods to stop Kuripa and Katagiri, simply because she remains in her right mind and realizes that something is not right, and Kuripa isn’t the sole person to blame.

//This is the same woman who always jumped to conclusions and put words in others mouths out of her own self-loathing whenever anyone tried to have a basic conversation with her. But now she’s thinking more rationally than any of the “heroes” and seeing things for what they are, taking it on herself to sort things out and help them just as she did to Komaru back during Ultra Despair Girls.

//Toko Fukawa over the course of her life has gone from being one of the weakest-willed and traumatized heroes in Danganronpa...to easily one of it’s most confident, rational, and strongest.

[valkyurii]

Bro your video of you absolutely owning Malenia with only parrying? Legendary. Fuck people giving you shit for it being a mod or whatever b.s. they're spouting; you kicked ass and anyone whose seen your other videos knows you can kick Malenia's butt with anything in hand.

Side note: If I completely missed the mark on why you wished you hadn't posted the video, my deepest apologies for the annoyance of this ask and I hope you have a better day?

P.S. Your videos are awesome.

It’s alright, to be honest this was probably just me overthinking things as usual. I received a message that was like “okay cool now do it without the mod” and I was just like okay?? I mean I have done that before and it isn’t any easier, the only difference is the amount of times needed to parry before the riposte. But to me whether it’s two parries or three it’s still quite challenging. And having to learn the timing for the waterfowl parry wasn’t easy either as the mod maker quite literally gave you like 1 frame to do it. I think sometimes people see that attack being interrupted and immediately think you’re cheating or something. I can deal with that attack at close range, I don’t need to stop her doing it. Granted the mod did make parrying with the buckler feel a little easier than in vanilla which is why I chose to do it with the ash of war on a sword instead, as sword parry gives you less frames and is a little harder to get right. So to compensate for the mod I did that to make it more for a challenge for me. You know because I love Malenia very much and love to push myself when playing this game. Idk like I said I’m sure I’m just being stupid here and I don’t know why I feel I need to explain myself, but there’s something about the whole thing that just made me feel quite bad about myself that’s all. Sometimes people are very weird about this game and tend to get a bit high and mighty over it

[namis-daydream]

“…when you see kacchan..?”

izuku turned to face the road once more, running through the memories of your guy’s interactions the last few months. he smiled, turning to face you again once he had come up with his answer.

“i’ll be honest… you and kacchan are awkward as fuck. it has been hard for everyone to navigate”

he chuckled, once he started the drive, and you realised that izuku was taking the scenic route instead of the easy way home for you.

“but thats just who the two of you are, you know?”

izuku waited for you to comment, but you never did. he glanced at you briefly, you were looking out the window, he wasn’t sure if you were listening and he didn’t want to talk your ear off so he finished up his pep-talk

“the two of you just need a true moment alone, to break the ice, find out what’s really going on. that’s up to you to find the courage though.”

— bkg nonnie 🧡💥!

( mod note : *all the characters* “talk to each other!” “heres a moment alone” *bakugou and nami: do the exact fucking oppsite* 😭😭😭 )

“He— he broke up with me…”

I sniff turning away from Izuku, my eyes glazing over in sadness.

“Can’t really find any ounce of courage to make the first move. I’ve already been rejected one too many times. I— gave him everything, nd I promised I’d wait but… theres only so much waiting I could do, when he’s obviously not… interested anymore.”

With a sad sense of finality, my shoulders droop as more tears cloud my vision, turning my face away at his soft coos at my state.

[marchingbandtshirt]

In regard to the tags on a previous post, I think it’s about time I come clean about some personal things related to a discord server I had been in and was removed from several months ago, and why. I won’t say everything in this post will be 100% objective or “what really happened,” but it will be at the very least the most honest I can be about the whole situation.

I joined a server sometime last year that was all about the inFAMOUS game series, something I’d gotten back into after the Destiny fixation wore off (which is now back again. lol. lmao even), and very importantly to me it was a server largely focused around the various OCs of its members. I love creating ocs for anything I’m a fan of, and finding a whole community of people for this tiny niche fandom that was geared towards what interests me the most about fan culture was like a dream come true. It was a pretty contained server as well, which was also very nice, as I tend to be overwhelmed easily by large servers even if the culture there is generally positive. The members were all extremely welcoming and friendly towards everyone who joined, which in hindsight just makes me all the more frustrated with myself over what happened, that I would ruin my relationships with so many wonderful people because of my own vices.

To get right down to it, I was removed over sending a controversial piece of nsfw-adjacent writing about my ocs (both over 18, both unrelated, just to be clear). I’m not going to repeat what I’d posted, that will forever remain between me and the locked note sealed away in notes app quarantine. In truth, what I had written hadn’t even been 100% in earnest, it was really just me trying to be “one of the cool kids” with an idea that had been only half-thought out and poorly executed, compounded by the fact that I wrote it all in a blur really late into the night and sent it without thinking. It feels pretty stupid as to why I would do such a thing, looking back on it now, but insecurity’s a hell of a brain poison when you’re in the midst of things.

By “one of the cool kids” I mean that the general server culture around nsfw topics was fairly lax, from my perspective, and it seemed like no one was really afraid to delve into convos or writing around characters’ kinks or sexual situations with various pairings. Since becoming a part of the server, I got the feeling of missing out on something everyone else was enjoying because I wasn’t doing the same, like I was standing outside looking through a window at a fun party everyone was invited to except for me. I’ve been a writer for a while now, but before then I barely had any experience writing about explicit topics or kinks (even my own), and I was admittedly way out of my depth with multiple things I’d written of that caliber that I shared in the server before, including my fateful message. In the moment, it seemed rather harmless, with two of my own characters who both enjoy pushing each others’ buttons in certain ways, but in actuality what I sent ended up making several people who read it uncomfortable with the subject.

To be completely honest, many of the conversations that happened before in the nsfw channel had also made me personally uncomfortable (YKINMKATO), so I just kept it muted, checking it on my own time when I could be in the right headspace. That meant I was largely unaware of any conversation happening around my post at the time until I checked the channel again later and saw multiple people’s comments about it, which in turn made me hastily write a follow-up to try and explain things better in context, but instead that just made everything worse and led to me being removed from the server due to a conversation I was never privy to. I don’t blame the admin or mods or anyone for how they responded at all, in hindsight it was largely deserved, and not just for that reason alone.

I won’t sugarcoat the situation. The way I engaged with the community and the people themselves before then, after the initial bout of anxiety around talking about my characters with others wore off, had frankly become unhealthy for me and unpleasant for everyone else. I let insecurity, jealousy, entitlement, and selfishness go to my head and mix into a really toxic mindset that made me think of it less as a collective of likeminded fans and more as a hierarchy of popularity. Instead of truly engaging in fandom and celebrating others’ creations, I’d just stew and rot in my own emotions because the same amount of “engagement” others had wasn’t happening with me, the most important person in the server (/s). I talked a big game about my own wip and still have next to nothing to show for it (I don’t know if I’ll ever have anything to show for it now, even if I want to). I derailed convos on others’ channels to talk about my own things and steer them towards myself, on several occasions. In general I’d been very inconsiderate and self-absorbed to my fellow fans, and that wasn’t fair for anyone involved. I was just making myself miserable, and as a result I ended up hurting the people I was supposed to call my friends. If not for that message, then it would’ve been just a matter of time before something else got me removed, I’m sure.

There’s really no excuse for my actions given that they caused other people harm. Honestly, if I ever was given a second chance to return, even in good faith, I don’t know if I would. The damage has already been done, and all I can do now is try to amend myself and move forward to do better in the future and not let my insecurities blind me to the positive relationships I do have. But for what it’s worth, if anything at all, I’m sorry.

I really do miss you guys.

[your-local-grinning-cat]

The Ultimate Compilation Callout End Post

She finally said something true -

I’ve spent too much time and energy on her. I admit it. 🤷

But you know what? At least I’ve proven without a doubt she’s a horrible person and liar.

If anyone needs these posts to help prove it they’re always going to be here. And if people still want to rp with her that’s their choice, but despite her claims of follows, I know based on her post likes she’s, once again, full of shit. I, personally will now always be on the lookout for blogs like hers.

But hey! Who knows! Maybe a miracle will happen and she’ll learn how to actually roleplay as an interesting character and will be able to integrate herself back into the community without our knowledge. She has shown she IS capable of characters that aren’t completely terrible with Marja. If she does it and/or, even better, she even manages to self-reflect and self-improve, fabulous!

But for now, I’m posting these last images.

I’m not even sure she’s TRYING to be believable in her lies anymore tbh. It’s kind of sad.

Silver lining though! Because she finally messaged CHE’NYA, I was able to block her on this account. And based on some things, we’re thinking (and hoping) the Malleus account is her main.

So, here are pictures for the last time unless something severely drastic happens.

But I did want to post these because they prove she did lie about having a dead child. Because the cremated ashes in a necklace she supposedly has was easy to reverse image search.

They also prove she’s lying about her location as well, and since her therapist is obviously bullshit, we can pretty much confirm at this point that she does not have BPD either. I will also say that the chat she supposedly had with her friend about the name change? There are no dates present at all. And it certainly doesn’t explain why she would lie about not knowing about the drama that’s happening on Tumblr, which is what she said in her post on the Discord server. So she was obviously not just “changing her name” - she was, in fact, sneaking in.

So no, Malleus mod, I will not stop making making you out to be shady because that is what you are.

Okie dokie!

Quick stop at the photo she used of her chat with a friend that she posted to try to prove she changed her discord name to match her friend and not do it to sneak into the discord server before we move on. Suspiciously with no dates.

And even if she wasn’t trying to be a perv or a pedo, she still made all of the people in that server full of minors highly uncomfortable by trying to sneak in under a new name so she might as well be.

Her messages to me as Che’nya.

(I finally get to block her as Che’nya! Yay! I know I should have done it when I was on my pc I forgot. But now that I know I can do it from messages… guess what ima be doing! 😁)

I’m sure you loved your you human daughter very much. And it was such a blow when she died. 😔

Did you all know Germany was smack dab in the American Midwest? I don’t remember learning that in geography class! 🤔

As I was laughing in my group chat over how ridiculously BAD her lies are this time around, @/castaway-achlys DM’d her again. (Castaway was a bit wrong - it was Kansas City, Missouri, not Kansas lol)

Apparently, she knew this post was coming so she tried to shame us to keep it from happening. Lol nope 💜

But she also decided to get her own post out before I made this… she really should have stayed silent because she immediately contradicted herself.

Thank you Malleus mod, I will have a good day because I am done with you. 😌✨

Just stay the fuck away from me and my friends from now on and I won’t systematically and easily rip apart your flimsy little empire built entirely on lies again.

Side note with honest advice given for free: Maybe try to be a bit safer on the internet. You are very lucky I am a far better person than you. You are very lucky Castaway is a far better person than you. You gave us a phone number. It is not a therapist’s number personal or otherwise, that I am sure of, because a therapist would never agree to have their number given to a random person from Tumblr and, as Castaway said, they couldn’t give out patient info anyway. So that entire story is bullshit. So that number is either a friend of yours… or your own phone number.

Either way, you gave me a phone number. I used that to track someone down to Missouri. But you do realize I could have gone further is I wanted? If I was a REAL creep?

There are websites and other things used to track phone numbers and connect them to people.

DON’T GIVE OUT YOUR, OR ANYONE’S, PERSONAL INFORMATION ON THE INTERNET TO STRANGERS - THAT INCLUDES CONTACT INFORMATION.

Especially to someone that you KNOW doesn’t like you.

There is a reason I have been protecting IDs throughout this entire thing. INCLUDING YOURS.

I may not like you, I may be pissed at you, but I don’t actually want anything bad to happen to you. I’m not evil.

For fucks sake, if you’re this bad at being on the internet, you should get off of it.

To my followers that have stuck with me through this mess… thank you. Love you all. Read the tags. Che’nya will be back~! 😸💜

The Ultimate Compilation Callout

Hey Guys! AR OOC once again to say I am 100% done.

I'm done with this. I thought it was finally dying down and the drama was finally getting to be over with but then she came back and is now trying to say that we are the ones in the wrong. And she is STILL trying to blame Leona's mod when, as both @/castaway-achlys and I have stated numerous times at this point, they were asleep during the entire event. They did not ask for us to defend them. We were both just tired of hearing our friend be exhausted and stressed out by her.

And the fact that so many people have come out to give their own experiences of her being rude and cruel to them just proves this is not a singular event.

I'm putting all this under a cut because it's gonna get long guys. In fact, I’m probably going to end up needing to create a couple reblog chains to get it all out.

But I'm done playing nice. I have all the receipts. Like I went allllll the way back to when the discord was first created. I caught her in her first lie.

Which, coincidentally, her very first lie in the Discord server happened on the very first day it was formed. What a way to start.

I call her the Malleus mod as an identifier in these screenshots, because unlike her, I am not petty enough to reveal peoples’ personal information on the internet just because I don’t like them.

HOWEVER. I will remind everyone that she is not JUST the owner of the Malleus account. Even if you don’t want to look under the read more because there are a LOT of receipts, know that these are all her known blogs.

I do not condone harassment. Harassment is basically what started all this. Just block and go.

Malleus Draconia @/therealmalleusdraconia

Falena Kingscholar @/the-falena-kingscholar

Aijuka (A Leona gf OC) @/the-one-aijuka

Jack Howl @/frosh-jack-howl

Fellow Honest @/fellow-honest

Meleanor Draconia @/meleanor-draconia

Baul Zigvolt @/baul-zigvolt

Sebek’s Mother @/thethickestone

Marja Felmier @/marja-felmier

And her latest: Eric Venue @/ericvenue

(Bonus non-rp blog @/thetwistedminds)

Before we get too far into it I will say there is a slight color code! But only a tiny one!

Gross light green color - look at that lie! 👀

Gross darker green color - a lie is revealed! 🤭

Orange - note the date/time! 🗓️⏰

Let me show you what I mean in the lie I’ve already mentioned - her very first one. :)

There we have the orange, telling you to note the date. That’s because I was wanting to make sure it was known that the pet posts were made on the same date that the discord was created.

And then we have the gross light green around Malleus mod claiming that this bunny is her bunny and that it was her bunny’s birthday recently.

Now here is the follow up with the gross darker green of a lie revealed. 😌

And there we have it! The color coding system and her very first lie told the very first day the Discord channel was active and easily disproven with an image search.

Now let’s get into the FUN STUFF! /sarc

We’re going to be doing some rehashing here but I’m also going to probably be including some new things so stay with me folks! This’ll be a ride! Buckle up!

So, originally I was thinking I'd start with the current drama. But considering that a lot of that has already been covered and what hasn't been covered needs more context, I'm just going to keep going in chronological order, I guess.

I've been up for over 24 hours compiling receipts, editing them to protect IDs, and then getting them all sorted so let's finally do this so I can pass out!

First up is something that actually has been covered a bit but I'm going to expand on it slightly - her blatant lie to @/elysia-nsimp (I'm not tagging anyone because I'm not forcing anyone to get notifications on this lmao).

Here's what everyone has already seen. But to expand on the event, we didn't call her out on her bad behavior, even though we probably should have as she had just lied straight to another mod's face about her blog ownership. I simply DM'd the mod in question privately to make sure they were okay and then tried to keep the peace in the main chat.

Because, believe it or not with this major callout post, I don't generally like confrontation. But I stepped in there for Elysia and I stepped up during this for Leona's mod.

Now, later that night, she posts this as if nothing had happened and she hadn't just been told that she needed to work on her roleplaying skills:

Uh huh. Sure. That's your last account. Because you have shown so much self-control when it comes to filling character voids within the twst rp community already. I'll be generous and give you a month before you break.

Now these next ones need a tiny bit of background information and a note: the Malleus mod is German and, as far as we know, lives in Germany. These next pictures are little indicators that she has not experienced the United States at all. These indicators may not seem important now, but they will be in just a little time. So keep them in mind for after the pause.

You cannot tell me anyone who has spent any length of time in the United States has not at least heard of Walmart.

Quick pitstop to say wow! You didn't even make it a month! Congratulations!

Also, note the question from the admin and the pretty obvious passive aggressiveness from me. We were sending plenty of hints that they needed to stop - sometimes coming outright and saying it, sometimes simply implying. Either way, we were all ignored.

She says she's not a mind reader. Well, apparently she's just not a reader period.

Now... a bit of an oddball here. And I want to say I do not necessarily think this is a lie. I am including it for a lie that is coming. The one that I included all those America comments for.

I'm sure you will note that I said that I don't "necessarily think" it's a lie - indicating that I do think it could be a possibility. That would be correct.

She has been lying since day one and, after this doozy of a story I'm about to share with you, I honestly don't know what to believe when it comes to her.

So.. to sum this up...

We went from a cringe ask from an OC account that she didn't want to answer -> the asker wasn't supposed to be on tumblr because they were underage (???) and was trying to date her irl and somehow had all of her information (oh but don't worry guys she deleted the ask!) -> he found her social media accounts and sent her NSFW pictures and started spam liking, demanding pictures of her kids, sent pictures of her at-the-time boyfriend, sent pictures of his family and his kids -> so she blocked him on everything and then started spam creating the rp accounts to see if he did it with other people or if it was just her (...mmmhmmm...) but nope he was only interested in Malleus -> she then apparently moved to America for a bit to crash with her boyfriend because this underage person went to Germany to find he.

Oh, by the way, why was this guy obsessed with her? Oh, he was obsessed with German women. He decided that all German women were pretty. And she's German-Russian! And Russians have intense standards for women you know! After this guy found out she was German AND Russian, I mean... it was only a matter of time before he upped his game to try to find her!

Guys, she's not saying she's too beautiful for her own good - the underage stalker speaks for itself!

Now, since this stalker found her through her Malleus account and was obviously very determined, you would think the first course of action would be to, ya know, delete the Malleus blog. Right?

No, no, no! Then she would have to start all over and, of course, if she switched accounts she would be forced to make a post on her current blog saying what her new blog is and he would just find her there. That's why she's trying to make her other accounts more active than her Malleus account (her Malleus account was still, by far, before all this happened, the most popular of all her rp blogs)!

Can I also mention that in that post announcing her pregnancy ON HER MALLEUS ACCOUNT WHERE SHE SUPPOSEDLY HAS A STALKER, she had tagged ALL OF HER BLOGS AT THE TIME?

But yes, Malleus mod. I definitely believe your story. :)

Please. Please tell me you all can understand why I just cannot find it in me to trust a single word coming out of this woman's mouth.

Especially now that during this whole drama, she has been lying through her teeth and trying to pin the entire blame on Leona's mod.

Now this part is nearly over (thank whatever gods anyone believes in) but let's just post the last few of the "before drama happened" pictures, shall we?

...I'm realizing I didn't underline the part where I called her out for having that many blogs in the gross dark green of a lie caught... oops. This is what happens when you have far too little sleep.

But either way, here is another time when she was called out on a lie of hers. And her little comment at the end means she read it and she acknowledged us.

She just didn't care because it didn't suit her.

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ALRIGHT!

THAT'S THE END OF PART ONE!

Yeah. This is going to come out in PARTS. I can't cover it all in one post because there is a picture limit.

So, I'm going to end up making a reblog chain...

Eventually.

Real talk? I need to sleep. Desperately. It's nearly two in the afternoon where I am and I have not slept yet.

Do not underestimate the power of spite and my loyalty to my friends. Both are very strong motivators.

But my body's needs are finally winning.

When I wake up, I'll have the Ultimate Drama Arc to post and expand upon and then the Return of the Drama Arc.

Yay. (said in the most unenthused voice ever lmao)

Anyway. Enjoy all this. I'm gonna go die. /j

[crowandmousewritingco]

The Shadows of Medellín

Paring: Javier Peña x ambassador's kid!reader

Words: 1.5k

Rating: R

Warnings: The reader gets misgendered, language, mentions of death, talk of weapons, mentions of physical assault, and insinuation of S.A.. If I missed anything please let me know!

Summary: You decide to take a spring trip to Parque Nacional Natural Tayrona in Magdalena, Columbia, despite your father's demands. On your way, you stop in Medellín for some drinks. There you meet a handsome DEA agent who offers you drinks, then a fun time. After turning him down however things went south. Fast.

Author: Mod Crow

Notes: This is the short opening to a series that I plan on starting, the translations for the Spanish sprinkled in is at the end. I'm also attempting to fix my writing schedule, so keep your peepers peeped 👀👀👀

“I’m going to be honest, I don’t normally offer to buy a drink for men, but…” You couldn’t help but look towards the voice. Your eyes rake over the man beside you, he was obviously fit, thanks to the little preview that he had on display. The next thing that caught your attention was how the sleeves of his black button up hugged his biceps. The last thing you noticed? The way his jawline perfectly flowed into the beautiful expanse that was his neck.

“Am I talking to a wall hermoso?” Hearing him talk again, you blink a few times, eyes refocusing on the taller male’s face. Clearing your throat you shake your head softly.

“Sorry, I’m not really used to men coming over, offering to buy me a drink. But, yeah, you can buy me a drink. I’m drinking a spiked limonada de coco, the liquor of choice is tequila.” Seeing the smirk play at his lips, you can’t help but take your bottom lip in between your teeth. 

“Nice choice.” You watched as the mystery man looked towards the bartender, “Disculpe, una limonada de coco y otra de bourbon con hielo.”

The laughs were falling from your lips like a waterfall. Maybe the man beside you was hilarious, or maybe it was the seven drinks that had made their way in your system. Though Mr. ‘Stash was just as drunk as you, you couldn’t help but stare at his alcohol-reddened face. As you finished the water he had made you drink, he was finishing his fifth bourbon. 

“I think the two of us deberia salir de aqui y go to my place.” Hearing him flow between the two languages caused you to take a shaky breath in. You weren’t actually sure of all the words that were in the sentence but you could still tell what he was asking. Nodding you grab his hand and enthusiastically pull him to the bar’s door. Pushing open the door you were hit with the humid night air of Medellín. Once outside, you stopped leading the way, turning to him you furrowed your brows together.

“You know, I still don’t know your name.” You steadied yourself with the help from the taller man. As the two of you stood there, you heard him chuckle, and then felt his free hand rest on your waist. Letting go of his hand, you rest your hand on arm. Feeling him pull you closer you couldn’t help but gasp.

“Mi nombre es Javier Peña, but you can call me papí hermo-”

The sound of the door slamming open ripped you from sleep, the only real sleep you’ve had in about a month or so.

“Despierta esa cosa, tenemos que movernos.” Sitting up on the mattress, you pulled the thin blanket closer to your chest. You watched as one of the other men made their way over to you. Squeezing your eyes shut you braced yourself for the handling. 

Feeling the rough dryness of a hand grip your bicep you fought yourself on pulling away. You had learned your lesson by now, the first time you fought back it was mostly yelling and a tightening grip. The second time wasn’t as pleasant, they had to “show you your place” and the result of showing you your place was an angry red split lip and a blackened eye, so swollen you couldn’t see from it.

Feeling the bigger man give your arm a tug, you scrambled to your feet, blanket still in your hands. The minute you opened your eyes, you dropped your gaze to the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with any of the men.

“¿Qué coño se supone que tenemos que hacer con eso? Si algo le pasa, ¡estamos muertos! ¡Yo no firmé para secuestrar a la hija del embajador!” Hearing the panicked tone, you look towards the source of the voice. The guy didn’t look much older than you, maybe twenty-five at the oldest. Dropping your gaze back to the floor, you continue to be pulled along the way. As you passed the men you listened to the whispered Spanish, then you heard muffled popping. Then the sound of chaos breaking loose, doors being slammed shut or being forced open, glass breaking then crunching under heavy feet, and the screaming. 

“Joder, ¡es la policía! Cógela y sal por detrás hacia los coches y muévete rápido.” Looking between the two men, you watched as the one holding your arm gave him a nod. Watching him turn around, you felt him pull you along. Stumbling over your feet you felt yourself start to trip, but because of the hand holding on to you, you didn’t fall. Instead you were practically dragged along until you were able to get your feet under you again. 

Once the two of you were outside, he let go of your arm and quickly wrapped his arm around your neck, gun pressed to your back. Feeling the cold gun being forced against your back, you took a sharp breath in, tears instantly blurring your vision. While he pushed you, gun against your back, you attempted to blink the tears away.  

“We are going to,” You heard him mutter under his breath, obviously trying to recall the English words. Swallowing dryly, you speak softly, “Those cars over there?” You shakily pointed at the cars that sat about twenty feet away.

“Sí, those cars.” The two of you were quiet for a moment, the silence that hung between the two of them was that of a stick of TNT sitting next to a raging fire. Closing the distance between you and the car, you heard the man’s thick accented voice as he spoke behind you, “Gracias, mí inglés es muy mal.” The small bit of gratitude given to you feeling so out of place given the situation.

Once at the car, the guy quickly pulled open the back passenger door, and forced you into the back of the dark vehicle. Scrambling to sit up, you watch as the door slams shut. Looking out the darkly tinted window, you watched as men rushed out the back door, they looked different than ones who had been in and out of your room. You had assumed the men coming from the back of the house were just another gang. Though as they drew closer you could start to see the details on their shirts and hats.

Hearing the -not as muffled pops- your eyes snapped from the house to where the guy who had dragged out was. Watching as he stumbled back, bumping into the vehicle, only to slide down the side to the ground. Eyes glued to the man, you see why he collapsed, he had been shot…in the chest. Once the realization that someone was shooting in your direction hit you, you slide yourself between the backseat and the front seat to hide yourself on the floor of the vehicle. Squeezing your eyes shut, you clamped your hands over your ears, trying your hardest to muffle the sounds of yelling and gunfire. As you laid there, you had started humming to yourself, anything to drown the outside world away.

You don’t know how long you had actually hid for you, but when you felt the car door being pulled open. Feeling an instant weight land on your chest, you took ragged breaths in and let shaky ones out.You could hear a voice but your brain wasn’t absorbing the words. Feeling an unknown hand land on your shoulder you screamed.

“Please no! I-I can give you whatever, please!” Feeling tears run down your face, you couldn’t stop the sobs that forced themselves from your body. Feeling a second hand on you, you sat up and forced yourself back to the other side of the vehicle. With eyes open, you blinked tears away. Looking to the open door, you locked eyes with the man who had touched you. Javier Peña. 

“What the fuck, you’re the ambassodor’s…? Carrillo, get over here! I found the kid!” As he holstered his gun, you watched him with hesitancy. Seeing a new guy look into the car, you held your breath, not knowing what he might do. With eyes glued to the new face, you could feel a set of eyes on you. 

“Hey hey hey, it’s going to be okay now.” You watched him reach a hand into the car. “Let’s get you somewhere safer.” Looking from Javier’s hand to his face, you watched as his once harsh cold eyes softened. Nodding softly, you shakily reach out and take his hand. Slowly climbing out of the vehicle, you gripped Javier’s hand tighter, scared that the man who was shot was going to reach out and grab your ankle.

Once outside of the car, you felt as Javier pulled you into him, shielding your line of sight. You knew he was doing just that, shielding you from the carnage that had occurred, but just for a moment you allowed yourself to believe that -just for a moment- he cared for you.

“Okay, this isn’t something we do but, this is the only thing we could arrange for the night. You can sleep in the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” Javier gestured towards what you could only assume was towards his bedroom. Shaking your head slightly, you clear your throat. 

“I-I can’t take the bed, this is your house. I can sleep on the couch.” You weakly nodded towards the couch. You knew that if you had agreed to the bedroom, you wouldn’t be able to sleep. At least not for long. Your nights have become riddled with nightmares, most were things they could have done to you, most ending with you dying. However, some nightmares were just moments you were reliving. Most of those nightmares were the things that had happened since you had been taken.

“We aren’t going to argue about that right now. What you are going to do is have a shower while I throw together food. I’ll show you the way.” You watched as he started towards a hallway, stopping part of the way he looked over his shoulder. Without talking, he motioned for you to follow him. Swallowing dryly, you cautiously followed behind him. As you followed him, the two of you were silent, that was until he opened his bedroom door and walked in. Seeing the room, you felt your breath become ragged. You weren’t aware you were crying until you felt Javier’s rough hand gently wipe the tears from your cheeks. Eyes refocusing, you look at Javier's face. As you stood there you watched every little thing the man in front of you did. Watching him nod softly, you listened to his voice, he sounded tired, but there was something else laced in his voice, annoyance “Okay. No bedroom. Just, wait here.”

You watched as Javier turned around and disappeared into his room. You could hear him moving things, opening and closing drawers, and then he was in front of you once again. Looking at the items in his hands you scanned over them. When he noticed that you were staring at the things in his hands, he looked down to them as well before looking back to you.

“I don’t have any…women’s clothing?” Looking at Javier’s face, you shook your head softly, “No it’s fine. I prefer men’s clothing.” Your voice had become small again and you hated it, the time off of your HRT, was becoming more and more apparent as time went on. 

Nodding his head, Javier gently slipped past you, though he didn’t walk too far from you. Opening the door that sat several feet from the bedroom door, he motioned to the room. “It’s the bathroom, I’ll turn the shower on for you. If it’s too cold, turn the left knob towards the wall a bit. If it’s too hot, you can turn the left knob the other direction or you can turn the right knob towards the wall slightly. Okay?” 

Nodding, you walk closer to the door, watching Javier nod back. Turning away from you, you could hear the flip of the lightswitch. The silence was short lived as the sound of water soon filled the air. Watching Javier reappear, he stepped out of the bathroom, making room for you. 

“The uh, shower is ready. If you need any help, just holler for me I guess.” Nodding softly, you walk into the bathroom, the steam from the shower filling the small room. Peaking your head out of the bathroom, you saw him still standing there. Grabbing onto the door knob, you slowly start to close the door. Just before you pulled your head from the doorway, you dropped your gaze to the ground just in front of Javier. 

“Thanks Javi.” Pulling your head from the doorway you quietly pushed the door close. Once in the bathroom alone, you gently press your forehead to the door. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to will the tears away, but you couldn’t. Feeling your legs turn to jelly, you allow yourself to slide down the door. Once you were on your knees in front of the door, you couldn’t stop the racing thoughts.

“Aye mami, no eres una cosita bonita. ¿Necesitas ayuda para lavarte la espalda?” Wrapping the towel around tighter, you stared at the man who had walked in. Shaking your head you tried to back away from the intruder. You want to scream, but you can't. Your mouth dries, your words stuck in your throat.

“Oh, no voy a hacerte daño, voy a hacerte sentir tan bien.” Watching him walk closer, you held your breath, trying to disappear into yourself.

Feeling the door open, you snapped open your eyes, hands catching yourself before you face planted on the floor. Lifting your head, you watched as Javier crouched in front of you, a groan escaping from his lips. Nodding his head he gently grabbed a hold of you and pulled you up off the floor. As the two of you stood there, staring at each other, you felt the tears start to fall again.

“Hey, shh shh shh. I-I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Okay? You’re safe now, those guys can’t come after you, the police took care of them. There are unmarked cars outside with DEA agents and police inside them. No one is coming in or leaving this place without being seen.” Javier’s voice was different then before, there was a softness that you haven't heard from him before. The calm quietness of his voice helps you relax slightly, the cries slowly turning into the occasional whimper. 

Dropping your gaze from Javier’s face, your eyes stop at his chest. Without thinking, you let your needs take over. Wrapping your arms around his waist you pulled his warm body to you so that you could bury yourself in his being. With the collision of bodies, you wrap yourself in Javier and just hold yourself there. Feeling his unsure arms wrap around you, you allow yourself to break, and that’s exactly what you do.

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Translations:

Disculpe, una limonada de coco y otra de bourbon con hielo: Excuse me, one limonada de coco (coconut limonada) and a bourbon on ice

Mi nombre es...call me papí: My name is... call me daddy

Despierta esa cosa, tenemos que movernos: Wake that thing up, we have gotta move

¿Qué diablos se supone que debemos hacer con eso? Si algo le pasa, ¡estamos muertos! ¡No me inscribí para secuestrar a la hija del embajador!: What the hell are we supposed to do with that? If something happens to her, we're dead! I didn't sign up to kidnap the ambassador's daughter!

Joder, ¡es la policía! Cógela y sal por detrás hacia los coches y muévete rápido.: Damn, it's the police! Grab it and go out from behind towards the cars and move quickly.

Gracias, mí inglés es muy mal.: Thanks, my English is very bad.

Ay mami, ¿no eres una cosita bonita. ¿Necesitas ayuda para lavarte la espalda?: Ay mami, aren't you a cute little thing? Do you need help washing your back?

Oh, no voy a hacerte daño, voy a hacerte sentir tan bien.: Oh, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm going to make you feel so good.

Thanks to the lovely @samspenandsword for the cloudy moon divider. I also ended using @animatedglittergraphics-n-more. They were both really nice how could I use only one?

[rabbits-of-habit]

Mod Dirk my beloved, gimmie the Habit blurb, I love uuu - Mod Ren

Okay before I post this I am just gonna let you know that you asked for this Ren. Its 744 words. -Mod Dirk

You’ve tossed and turned for what felt like hours. But to be honest, it might have been about 45 minutes. Something about not having the normal sleeping figure next to you was bugging you recently. You had grown quite used to Evan not being there due to Habit. Just like how you had gotten used to how Habit would bang around your home like it was his. Or how his arm went around your waist a little too snug when other people were just a little too friendly. You had heard the stories from Evan and Vince about how evil this being was, but for some reason, he kept it to a minimum with you recently. You don’t know why but it lulled you into a sense of security.

That sense of security is what leads you down the stairs quietly, arms crossed across your chest to hug yourself. You stalk through your home quietly toward the closest source of noise. The sound of pacing and speaking. He's talking to himself. Something about Vincent and a plan of action. He faces away from the doorway speaking to himself. The floor creaks under you as you make it to the doorway. His movements and speech pause. He turns slowly on one foot, eyebrow raised. “What are you doing out of bed Rabbit?” There is a hint of curiosity in his voice. You were so quiet when you got out of bed that when you snuck up on him he thought it was someone unwanted in your home.

“I can’t sleep.” Your voice is so soft and quiet. “It’s hard to sleep without someone next to me.” A smirk plays upon his lips as you say this. “How fuckin sweet.” Any other time you would think he was being condescending. But not now. Now he seems genuine with a hint of teasing. He starts to walk off but pauses when you don’t follow after him. “Well? Are you comin or not? I don’t have all night.” You nod quickly and follow after him head down. The two of you make it back to your room where he kicks off his boots and crawls into bed. You don’t hesitate crawling in next to him.

His body being so close to you doesn’t fill you with the dread it should. You feel calm. He begins to hum. It’s a soft low hum. At first, you don't recognize it, then when he hums the chorus it hits you. ‘I’ve got you under my skin’ by Frank Sinatra. Habit had played it before while doing whatever it was he did in your home. Somehow, it's like you now have it memorized.You turn to him and he narrows his eyes in question. “What?” He had been doing it absentmindedly? “Nothing...I like the humming. It's nice.” He shakes his head and laughs. “Okay? Go to bed now Bunny.” Bunny. That was a new one. You can’t help but give a small nod and turn away again. You also make a mental note to tell him tomorrow that you like the new nickname as he begins to hum again.

It’s been two weeks since then and every night without fail he ends up in your bed again. He started waiting the normal 45 minutes downstairs then going to the room with you when you came down for him. It had become like a ritual for the two of you. Tonight wasn’t any different. You came down, still hugging yourself, still looking at your feet like you were ashamed to ask. “I can’t sleep again.” Without a word he begins walking to your room, expecting you to follow. Of course you do. Like you always do.

He climbs into bed after kicking off his boots and you climb in next to him. His arm goes over your waist. A new part of the ritual that you two had made. He begins to hum the same Frank Sinatra song for you like he had for weeks. You start to realize that this is the most peaceful part of your day now. Lying with this demon and just being around him in general has become your new norm. To be honest, you don’t hate it. You also don’t hate the fact he's there anymore or how he calls you Bunny. When that changed is beyond you as you start to drift to sleep. Before you completely doze off you hear a gruff goodnight from behind you.

[razor-dragon]

The Hunt Part. 2

Note: @pleasentkai-gt, I heard a request for a part 2. Just so you know, I don’t know exactly how this will turn out. If it’s bad, I will re-write it at a later time. But for now, I will do my best. PART 2, GEORGES REVENGE! (Also, ‘lostpotatochip’ I swear to any God/s out there that if you read this back to me or make me aware that you read it, I will punt you into the motherfucking sun)

Warnings: safe vore, death mention, panic, implied death/digestion (none happen, well sorta it’s kinda hard to explain. You’ll just have to read it), sorta unwilling and willing prey, a bit of DNF, swearing, and I think that’s all. Tell me if I need to add more.

George gave off a slightly annoyed huff as he ran after Dream. He was the farthest behind because Dream started off by pushing him to the ground and taking off. Though, that was just another thing added to his reasons for his plan today. He wasn’t letting the masked man win today. Especially after last time.

The new mods they had added had made the manhunts much more interesting, and he was gunna use that to his advantage. There was one thought in George’s head, ‘get back at him’. Sapnap and Bad had asked nonstop what had happened, but he wouldn’t budge. This was between him and Dream. 

Eventually, Dream got away. That was ok though, since now he had time to put together his plan. George had asked his boyfriend for the recipe, but Dream would only brush off the question saying something along the lines of “That’s something I’ll take to my grave, can’t be giving you easy wins in manhunts now, can I?”

Since the blonde wouldn’t give, he had dedicated his free time to gathering every ingredient just to try it out. After hours of gathering and multiple failed attempts, George found it. His ticket to win and to get back at the bastard for the dirty trick he played last time.

If he was being honest, he was avoiding Dream. He knew that he was supposed to be hunting him, but that would just put a pause in his work and run the risk of dying and losing some ingredients. So, despite the two voices scolding him for slaking and the taunting private messages from Dream about being scared to lose that same way a second time, George pushed on.

...

The Nether, why did it have to be the Nether? George barely had any armor, but the last ingredient was blaze powder. Maybe he should have stopped to some iron armor while he was working, but he was already here, so it would be a shame to turn back now. With half damaged leather armor, a stone axe, and a shield, he battled to blaze. He thought the game was bugged or something, why weren’t they drop-... BLAZE RODS! Yes, he did it!

Dream’s voice came over the communicator, “Why are YOU getting blaze rods? You have no use for them.” “I’m going to the End before you. I’m saying this, because you can’t do anything about it,” George responded, a smirk on his face. Dream made an annoyed sound and muttered under his breathe, “Oh my god, of course you are.” Bad and Sapnap’s voices came over the communicator again, “George, come back here and help us. We could have killed him already, if you were here.” George rolled his eyes and left the blaze spawner.

He blocked himself in a safer room and brewed the potion. He smirked and pocketed it, then unblocked the room. Knowing that the blaze spawner he went to is the closest one and that that’s the one Dream would go to if he was lucky enough for the blonde to come to this one specifically. The hallway he was in had a chest in the corner. If Dream stopped to loot it, George could ambush him. So, he dug into the wall and went up, right over the chest to wait.

And it seemed luck was on his side, the message ‘Dream has made the advancement [A Terrible Fortress]’ popped up. He could hear his teammates get upset over the message, but he could only smile to himself as he saw Dream’s gamertag coming his way. George heard the chest open, and quicker than he had ever moved before, he broke the block over the chest and threw the potion down. He heard the glass shatter and a surprised gasp come from the now smaller male.

George jumped down, landing on top of the chest. His gaze shifted to the tiny on the ground. A devilish grin spread across his face when he saw the familiar smiling mask. Dream tried to get up and run, but George was faster and snatched him up. The masked man wiggled and squirmed, trying anything he could to get out of his boyfriend’s grasp. “That won’t do you any good (any Legends of Zelda fans?),” George’s voice said from above him.

“George! Let me go!” Dream shouted out. “Sorry, can’t do that. I have to get my revenge first,” George chuckled, and lifted Dream to his face. George licked at the tiny’s face, making Dream groan and knocking off the mask. George then quickly shoved Dream in his mouth, making him shout in surprise. The soft click of teeth behind sealed Dream inside. George started to hum to himself as he licked at his miniature boyfriend.

Dream grimaced at the disgusting feeling of the tongue practically attacking him. He scrambled around, trying to get out, but he knew he couldn’t do anything. His fate rested in George’s hands, and he already knew George, being the petty person he is, wouldn’t have any mercy on him.

After what felt like forever of George licking him, the feeling of falling spiked in him, but he didn’t fight back. He let himself slide back and downwards with a loud gulp. It became a bit harder to breathe from the muscles that were surrounding him, but he didn’t really mind. The sound of the loud heartbeat vibrated through him as he passed by. And soon, he was pushed deposited into a larger space.

“No fair, you used my trick against me,” Dream called up. George chuckled, “You added the mods, and there is nothing against it in the rule book.” Dream just huffed. The communicator buzzed, George looked down and saw four new notifications on the screen ‘Sapnap has made the advancement [We Need to Go Deeper]. Badboyhalo has made the advancement [We Need to Go Deeper]. Sapnap has made the advancement [A Terrible Fortress]. Badboyhalo has made the advancement [A Terrible Fortress].’ George quickly dug into the wall and covered the path, crouching so no one would notice him. Sapnap and Bad’s gamertags came around the corner but stopped at the chest. The two looked at the miniature mask on the ground then at each other. “What the...?” they both said in unison.

Dream sighed as he heard the light sizzling sounds of acid. He crawled to the middle, accepting defeat and placed his hand in it, getting insta-killed and his vision went dark. He felt nauseous when he respawned, he hated that feeling. He sat up on the grass, and let his eyes adjust to the sun. Then he looked down at his communicator, ‘Dream was killed by Intentional Game Design’ and a private message from George “We’re even now”. The three hunters teleported to Dream, Sapnap and Bad looking confused and George who looked at Dream triumphantly then helped him up. “GG,” was all Dream said, pulling his respawned mask over his face.

The two ignored the questioning comments from the others, and just shifted back to their reality. Dream flipped George off, but he only got a slight playful chuckle from his boyfriend. Next thing he knows, he’s being tackled and then cuddled by the overly clingy brunet.

Meanwhile, Bad and Sapnap just looked at the spot on the grass where their two friends once stood and then back at each other. Then they both say, “What the hell ‘muffin’ was that?”

[farawayhostel]

Good job, you two!!! Everything is properly documented, you shared your experiences well and shared just enough details to keep the readers in the loop. Utilizing hyperlinks and screenshots was a great move on your behalves, I applaud you two.

Now, I agree with everything. I’ve read through the documents, I noted who exactly I saw in them, and I will remember who was involved.

I may as well drop my own experience. I wasn’t really active, yeah… But I wanted to be transparent and come out with my own truths about the situation. How I really feel about what happened, and why I left the @omori-food-administration.

Here’s my experience at the OFA:

The OFA is strange. Not in a good way either, I only really felt comfortable talking when a friend was present. So I often stuck around Sunny, since he was the first one I interacted with, and he’s the one that I trust the most in Discord entirely.

They both made some really good points. If you didn’t read their responses before, then read them.

Sunny and Gholdengo did not deserve any of this. Some of it might’ve been provoked, but they didn’t deserve to be treated like as badly as they were. Sunny is one of the kindest people I know, one of the sweetest and most caring people in Discord.

I’m aware that he comes off as aggressive when we speak sometimes, but he’s like a baby bunny sometimes. Nervous, shy and cagey whenever he feels uncomfortable, he should’ve been treated better when he was in the server. The server did not respect him, and all he wanted to do was help them.

And Gholdengo is kind, too. They’re funny, they’re good-natured, smart and a generally positive person to be around. I listened to his interests and I bonded with them over a few different things.

In my head, I view Gholdengo as a younger brother. I have a younger brother myself, and thinking of my little brother witnessing things that he shouldn’t be, in a supposedly safe space…

It makes me feel so incredibly aggressive.

They were around for all of the incidents. Sunny informed me that Gholdengo was there with him witnessing events that shouldn’t have occurred in a public space like the OFA discord, incidents that should’ve been made private. In some of them, they were even on call together, as everything occurred.

In some of the incidents, I can acknowledge that I may have been aggressive and argumentative, but I’ll be honest. Every time I got involved (which was twice), I was beyond pissed. I was upset, I was one word away from snapping. I joined the OFA to have some fun, a break in my already busy schedule.

However, I won’t be apologizing, for any aggression I may have shown before. On that matter, I would like to get out this message before I leave:

Death, delete the server. Vin, go to hell. The other mods (minus the inactive Kel one), go kick rocks.

Your community fosters violence. Somebody was committing crimes in there, somebody admitted to choking a kitten. I’ve read through the drives, I have seen what exactly your community is like, and I have experienced first-hand how you treat your members.

If Sunny would’ve allowed it, I would’ve filed a police report on Stranger. I would’ve gone through every piece of information they put online just to find their location so I could file that report, because they’re doing something illegal in a public space.

And I would’ve done digging on Vin to file a police report as well. Just to put this into perspective, these are two minors committing crimes in a goddamn Discord server. Both 16 years of age, smart enough to know better, old enough to do better.

The enabling was a shit move. The poor management was an even shittier move, the fact that Sunny had to swallow his fear down and document the situation for the sake of transparency makes it all incredibly and horribly worse.

Vin sent Gholdengo literal gore. Vin made Sunny feel invalidated, you guys made Sunny feel invalidated. They are one of the funniest and nicest people I know, and they got mistreated in your community.

Your moderation team is full of shit. The amount of bias is insane, the favouritism and nepotism made me gag. I can see that Vin lovebombed Death repeatedly to the point of Death unsure of what to do. They manipulated everyone, but not a single one of you caught onto it.

But who did?

Sunny did. Sunny caught onto their manipulation, and he guided us away from the cycle of abuse Vin was attempting to start. If you guys didn’t take Sunny for granted, maybe you guys would’ve received proper guidance and a proper understanding of what to do in future scenarios.

And he’s been honest about everything. In that document, he was honest and clear about everything he spoke about. Even if he was wrong about little details and such, he was speaking the truth.

Let me restate one of his points. Did you know that:

Public meltdown > Anger against SOMETHING (allistics, hypersexuals, themself, other people) > Fawning (people move to try and stop them from hurting themself) > Calming down > Calm stage

… is a cycle of abuse?

I’ve been told that a member came to confront Vin. Somebody went to go try and talk to them, Vin refused to dm her, and it resulted in it becoming a public affair because Gaia (the member) tried to get some information and to talk to Vin herself.

Vin tried to take all of the blame, to try and reconcile because they knew that they were wrong. But that’s how abuse works. They’ll try to make you purposely feel guilty by telling everyone (publicly) that it wasn’t the public’s fault, that it was all them.

If your team had actually made a decision to appoint a new moderator, instead of sitting on it and acting indifferent, maybe the document wouldn’t have been released. I wouldn’t be here, typing out my personal thoughts and experiences of the OFA.

And if the moderation team pushed harder and appointed Sunny, the OFA wouldn’t have been a failing organization.

Fuck the moderation. Delete the server, don’t create a space for further abuse to be taken. Take people more seriously, put an effort into learning.

here’s why i left the ofa. and why you should, too!

mind the content warnings. it gets pretty serious, but otherwise it’s a document i’ve been working on for a while now.

i’m gonna convert this blog into a different roleplay blog. i’m going to be part of a different roleplay group/community that i just made. but this time, i’ll be the one handling things

come join my new server!

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Types of Love: Original Drider x Reader

Mod May Week One Story! I had a lot of fun with this, I hope everyone enjoys! This is a fluffy story about a modern drider x human couple figuring out their new home.The poll for week 2 will go live tomorrow.

Warnings: Implied Sexual Content

           It takes four different phone calls before you actually get past the word ‘drider’. The contractor’s website looks like its orcish run and you pray that this man isn’t just going to laugh you off the phone. That happened yesterday.

           “That’s an odd thing you’re requesting.” The orc’s voice is rough and low, sounding like gravel rolling down a hill. You give an exhausted laugh, leaning against your kitchen wall.

           “Tell me about it. You’re the fourth contractor I’ve called.” He rumbles over the phone, silence falling before he laughs loudly.

           “Fuck it? Ya know what, I’ve never built one before but we can figure it out.” You grin, face lighting up.

           “Really? Are you sure?” He snorts at your question, laughing again.

           “Of course. Give me your information and I’ll come out tomorrow to take a look.” You quickly give him your information and address, setting up a time for Luc’tic (turned out he was the owner of the company) and some of his men to come out. You hang up, feeling more hopefully than you had all week.

           You quickly move to the back of the house, tidying up as you go. You’re sure the orcs won’t care about the mess but you will, at least when they walk in. You stand in front of the wall you want blown out, letting out a slow breath.

           “Darling?” You jump at the sound of Dominic’s voice, watching as your lover comes around the corner. She smiles when she sees you, fangs exposed and black eyes crinkling. You grin back and walk over to her, standing on your toes to wrap your arms around her neck.

           “Hey babe, welcome home. How was work?” Dom sighs, giving you a squeeze and gently setting you back on the ground.

           “Work was alright, lots of people coming in. Wedding season is getting closer and I keep getting commissions.”

           “That’s great!” When she sees your smile Dom smiles back, leaning down to kiss your forehead and let out a short groan.

           “I know, I’m just tired and it means I have longer hours.” You hum, reaching around to gently rub the beginning of her abdomen. She shudders, leaning closer to you and wrapping her other set of arms around your waist.

           “I know baby. It’s exciting though, that the business is taking off.” Dom hums, nuzzling your neck and staying there for a moment before moving away.

           “So, what’s the plan for dinner? Do you want me to cook?” You hum, taking one of her hands and gently swinging her arm. Dom’s skin was soft like normal, the dark purple looking like satin in the soft light. You admire her as she begins to move back into the kitchen, her abdomen and legs moving lightly over the floor. It was always amazing to you that she was able to move so nimbly, even on the hardwood.

           “We can cook together. I want to help.” Dom turned to you with another smile, rattling off dinner ideas as she moved into the kitchen. You watched her go, vowing to make this surprise work for her. She deserved everything and then some.

                                                     xxx

           Luc’tic was a massive orc. His tucks were bigger than your head and when you opened the door to let him in, you could only see his chest until he bent over. You let him and two other orcs in, the entire group looking around as you led them into the backroom.

           Your house was far from conventional. To make things easier for Dominic, you had been remodeling the house. Mostly it was widening doorways and moving things like cabinets and the shower. There was one thing, however, that you wouldn’t be able to do on your own.

           “What did you call this thing again?” Luc’tic breaks you out of your thoughts, turning to watch the younger orcs as they begin to measure the wall. Both of them are younger, one with dark green skin and the other a lighter shade of moss. They keep elbowing each other and whispering, clearly talking about you. You watch as Luc’tic smacks them both on the back of the head and bark something in orcish. You laugh a little, answering his question.

           “It’s called a Spider Window. They’re popular in drider households and I want to see how much it would be to install.”

           “It’s just a giant window, right?” You turn to the moss-colored orc, giving a smile at his honest question.

           “Mostly. It’s a floor to ceiling window but it’s more like a dome. Some have beams so that driders can spin webs in them.”

           “What are you looking for?” Luc’tic asks, writing the measurements down as you begin to talk.

           “I know that for code reasons it can’t go all the way to the floor. I think that’s better actually because I’d rather have it span the wall, or as much of it as you can. I would like to have a frame built too, something sturdy that could hold her weight.”

           “This is gonna be a custom job.” Luc’tic looked up at you, raising an eyebrow. “It’s going to be expensive. You ok with that?” You nodded at the question.

           “Yeah, I figured it would be.” The orc nodded back, finishing up his notes and offering you a smile.

           “I’ll send you a quote. We should be able to get out next week if you like the quote.” You talk about the details a little more, walking them to the door.

           “Sounds like a plan. Thank you so much for coming out.” Luc’tic gave you a grin, taking his men with him. You watched them go, smiling to yourself and vowing that you would afford this room.

           Dom suspects something when she gets home, trying to pull you into her arms and you dance out of the way.

           “You’re in a good mood.” All four of her eyes narrow, looking over your face and trying to figure out what was going on.

           “I’m allowed to be in a good mood.” You tease back, gently flicking a towel at her as she moves closer.

           “What has you in such a good mood?”

           “It’s a surprise.” Dom hums at your response, starting to grin.

           “A surprise for me?” You laugh, shaking your head at her question.

           “You’ll have to wait until you’re back from your trip.” She groans, shaking her head.

           “That’s two weeks from now!”

           “Don’t worry, it’s worth the wait.” You wink and she chuckles, quickly moving over to you. Without a word she picks you up, moving towards the bedroom. Any cries to stop were ignored, Dom determined to make you squeal for her.

                                                       xxx

           It’s easy to hide the job from Dom while she’s out of town. You don’t mention the construction and she’s busy with her conference. She doesn’t call until the afternoon, once Luc’tic and his nephews had left. You’re exited that her sewing business is taking off, knowing that it’s been her dream for years.

           The orcs are impressive with their strength and timing; you would have never guessed they were new to building a Spider Window. It was fun to watch the boys, Kuter and Repurt argue and tease each other throughout the day. You could tell their uncle was exasperated by their puns, but it made the day go by faster for.

           The price was a little more than you wanted but this was going to be your forever home. You were going to start a family here and Dominic would be as comfortable as possible. Luc’tic was a good man under his gruff exterior and the two of you got along surprisingly well.

           It took a little over six days to get everything installed and configured correctly. There were some issues with the frame, mostly about how it was going to hold the combined weight of Dom and you but Luc’tic was able to add some more supports to make it work. The end result was perfect, a domed window that Dom could spin a web into.

           You only had a day to clean everything up and add the finishing touches, running around town to find good pillows and comfy things to add to the space. The natural light was beautiful, and you wanted to put your own style on it.

           “Babe?” You looked up from fluffing a pillow, grinning as you heard Dom begin to walk through the house.

           “Back here!” You heard her giggle at your call, moving towards you.

           “Are you with my surprise?” You laughed at her question, not able to contain your glee.

           “I am! You should be excited.”

           “I am! I really have no idea what it-“ Dom abruptly cut herself off, freezing in the doorway and staring at the window. You were grinning so hard that your cheeks hurt, moving out of the way so she could look it over. Her steps were slow, fingers gently trailing over the window and frame, front legs rubbing together happily.

           “What do you think?” Your voice snapped her out of her thoughts, Dom turning to look at you for a moment before scooping you up. You laughed, struggling weakly as she began to cover your face in kisses.

           “Silly human. You didn’t have to do this.” Her voice was thick with unshed tears, burying her face into your neck. You hummed, running your fingers through her hair, letting the red locks settle onto her shoulders.

           “I wanted to. It’s a gift, for you.” She whimpered, taking a few moments to collect herself before pulling back. She cupped your face and kissed you, hard. You moaned as she began to nibble on your lip, gasping as she began to move.

           “Dominic!” Your lover ignored the cry of her name, body quickly beginning to build a web. “What are you doing!?”

           “I’m going to fuck you in this window.” She moaned, her second set of arms quickly beginning to strip you.

           “B-babe…” You tried to protest but it was too late; she had you in her grasp and wasn’t going to let go. Not that you were going to complain. At least the window faced the woods; thank God for small miracles.