#moreso so i can make items for myself

[c0rpseductor]

i have like 747k gil in ffxiv savings which is not a lot given i think most people get into the millions but is a lot for me, i think it’s more than i’ve ever had at one time

[dream-bandit]

THANK YOU GUYS . Cringe culture is so dead but the demons get to me sometimes i get scared 😢

OKAY. Warrior cats au Anyone h ave name suggestions bc since it alters from WCs world building a bit i dont know if i should use the name. I am breaking so many wc rules here and idc

Okay so here, each clan is a lot bigger than the ones in the books. Like a whole city population with a lot of forest ground.

Mr oz (dont have a name for him) Is a warrior whos been around for a good while. He mentored both hannah, a somali cat (NAME REC PLEASE) and beau, Nightpaw but maybe his warrior name becomes Nightcatcher, maybe also a black Cornish Rex? hed also have blue eyes and hannah would have yellow.

Lunia was a sort of leader-medicine cat thing, new role i came up with , being really connected with starclan or stuff. dreamclan.? Not the exact leader, Abraham is, but is kinda moreso the spiritual leader and despite not fighting TOO MUCH everyone holds her in high respect across all clans

Migo wasnt an apprentince really but just a helper for her, maybe she can be a little mouse or something that lunia conjured/tamed with magic (yes magic will exist here because Im not restricting myself to wc rules IM BEING SILLY AND HAVING FUN) But because of her duties she didnt have time to hang out like they used to before lunia got into her role. Migo wants to remove her magic so she can just stay with her forever as a normal medicine cat and not have to go out and risk her single life in the most dangerous battles. Because she has magic shes really strong but also it makes her a huge target for cats against the clans, if she dies then it could risk the entire multiple clans relationship since they no longer have a common leader

Migos attempt at stealing her magic kindaa work out bc she has really fucked up magic powers now that require sacrifices to work or something❤️, perhaps all the power is in a special item... like maybe a bone/tooth from lunia on a collar , but in their final battle Lunia seals her SOMEWHERE and she disappears in the process. Lunia wanted to forgive Migo and go back so she never told anyone that the Nightmare king and her were the same person, she only said that something captured the little mouse.

So the Nightmare King is a sort of rodent/canine/monster thing trapped somewhere in the dark forest or something (idk i never read the arcs that focus on the dark forest and i dont plan to!this is my au i get to make my own logic no one correct me okay !!)

The loss of Lunia hit mr ozs team hard (hannah and beau were already warriors by this point) and they go try to destory a remnant of the nightmare kings weapon or something (since lunias tooth would be the hourglass equivalent. mr oz has it hidden somewhere because he doesnt trust the clans leader with it) Oh also mr oz turned down an offer to be deputy of all the clans .

Um more world building. because im coming up with stuff as i write this post. Theres like a main head leader for all the clans(branches) which is Royce, its just the deputy-leader system but it applies to all clans instead of just one.i guess

ALSO !! Astrid is Royces apprentince, its rare for the main leader to be a mentor so it means royce sees a lot of potential in her. i think she built her own little wheel thing to get around easier because she still wants to be a warrior cat / be able to participate in battles. Royce sees her as 'the next Lunia' and astrid isnt totalllyyyy on board with that but still she doesnt want to miss the chance to prove herself

OH ALSO ! Hannah lore.. I think she was a barn cat before Nightpawfound her one day when he was sneaking out of camp. They both hit it off and become really good friends and nightpaw wants to invite her to the clan and hannah agrees because she wants to be with him and it seems cool to her. Nightpaw confesses to oz about meeting her and while hes mad, he agrees to mentor her because no one else wants to mentor a random barn cat

Okay so then after nightcatcher and the others go to the gnorfs to try and destroy the nightmare kings weapon (the gnorfs can be beavers....) Nightcatcher gets a bit corrupted and over time it corrupts him fullly, it. makes him bitter and hateful. He tries to stay through it but a bit after hannah getes pregnant he leaves her and then the entire clans in general, he becomes a rouge and he wanders into the dark forest because he feels the nightmare king calling him from there. mr oz is really upset with it and checks in constantly with hannah to make sure shes doing alright and to be able to comfort each other.. Mr oz never had a mate so he saw them both as his own children kind of

one day hannah just cant take it anymore and she goes out by herself to try and find nightcatcher and they eventually come across eachother but she sees how he got corrupted and he fights her to go back, but doesnt touch her physically because he doesnt want to hurt her he just wants her to get away from him and the path he chose

hannah runs off but before going back to the clan area she gets found by some humans and they take her in and care for her. Shes kinda trapped there now but she tries to make the most of it there

She gives birth to zoey and theyre really close but then hannah dies due to illness around the time zoey is old enough to be an apprentince. Hannah never told her about the clans and all that but occasionally some warrior cats came to the farm theyre on to nab some herbs and stuff so theyve encountered them.

then one day the night hunter comes to where her and her owners are and maybe he attacks them or something, taking quite a bit of the livestock there. MAYBE Hm.. Okay so then zoey tries fighting him off and it doesnt go to well for the night hunter because he realizes thats his child and he doesnt want to hurt her and then he merges with the shadows and leaves quickly when the humans come running out. NOW EITHER zoey is upset that he killed a lot of the livestock and just wants to go out and do something else so she becomes a rouge before getting adopted into a clan, OR orrr her owners see the claw marks on the livestock and the blood on zoey and assume shes the one who attacked them and that shes too feral and agressive to be a pet for them so they throw her out </3 Forcing her to have to go out and hunt for herself. Eventually she saves the main kids while theyre. just barely apprentice age becase they snuck out to save cooper from something and since they were still kits they coudlnt defend themselves all too well so zoey saves them yahhh OKAY. Thats enough for this post i think/ OH BUT ALSO YEAh zoey wants revenge on the night hunter for taking away the only sembelance of family she had left yipeeee

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

I don’t currently own a cat but in the future it’s a goal of mine. Despite not having one right now, I still try to prepare myself for being a parent sometimes by reading about cat care and such lol. Anyways, I know there are some cats that will chew on or even eat things that are definitely not food and I’m so worried my future cat will have this problem since it would likely be one of the more “dog like” breeds that exhibit strange behaviors. I’ve read about Devon Rexes eating weird shit they shouldn’t… the point is, got any advice on how to train them not to do that stuff from a young age? I want to make sure for their safety they won’t do that (ykno even tho the cat is hypothetical atm) Thanks!

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, or whatever the real saying is.

Basically: if you're worried about them chewing on things, set up your space proactively so they can't chew on things that are major health hazards. Remove any toxic plants from the house entirely, secure electrical cords where they can't be reached or put them inside of something that can't be bitten through.

After you've done as much prevention as you can, you really basically just have to work with the cat in front of you. Notice that they like chewing on things? Give them plenty of appropriate options in the form of toys or other enrichment, and make the specific thing you don't want them to chew available.

Kittens, moreso than adults, are going to investigate things with their mouths. And the biggest thing with babies is to not let them practice behaviors you don't want them to do is adults. So if you're getting littles (since you said from a young age), monitor them closely, remove inappropriate items before they can even learn they're fun to chew, and provide appropriate things to gnaw on if they seem to want to chew things. One good thing you can do with a new cat, if you're worried, is keep them confined to one safe room while you learn their behavior, and then allow them more access to the house once you know them better.

There are deterrent sprays like bitter apple that you can put on stuff they're trying to chew, but that should really be something you only try after everything else. If you have to resort to deterrent sprays, you're in a situation where you have to be hyper-vigilant to make sure it's on everything, and there's a lot of room for error (and some animals don't care!).

But here's the thing: at the end of the day, you have to work with the cat in front of you. You can discourage certain actions, but for something self-reinforcing like chewing, you're not necessarily going to be able to train any animal completely out of the behavior. It's natural for them! So I'd suggest maybe reframing the question as "how do I plan to manage this behavior if/when it occurs" not "how do I prevent this from ever happening."

[doberbutts]

This conversation makes me more and more wishing I lived in a country where protective items were legal - not even pepper spray is legal here. We mostly have blade crimes, I live in a rough area, thus far my big, protective dog has been enough to ward people off but I wish there was more legal options. If a dog (on its own accord, not ordered to) bites someone to defend the owner here, it’s a real hazy area legally, however but generally looked at better than if you had spray or a weapon. Sorry not much to add, venting a little, a very interesting conversation to read

I know people from other countries look at Americans as gun-obsessed and mock us for it, but this is the conversation I see brought up every time there is an honest discussion of why an American may need to carry a weapon for their own protection. Unfortunately living in a high crime area where there is a lot of violent crime is common enough that people need the reassurance of having something in their pocket or strapped to their hip that will help them out of a tough situation. Cops are useless even moreso than usual in these areas and politicians don't care unless they can use these areas as talking points for debates. So it is up to us to defend ourselves from harm.

I bought my first weapon and attended self defense classes to learn how to use it when I moved out, because I moved into a higher crime area (only place with rent I could afford at 18) and I was walking home after class or work often very late at night (11pm-3am) and several of my classmates who lived nearby had been attacked doing the same thing. Being visibly queer, ambiguously gendered, blatantly young and black, hauling expensive art supplies everywhere I went, I knew there was a target on my back and I was not willing to become a statistic.

I was followed. I was confronted. The last couple months of my time at my first apartment someone tried to break in through my fire escape almost nightly, which is why I moved and immediately got a doberman and some roommates. But it's also why I armed myself and made sure I did my best to learn what to do in a fight.

I saw this post that was like "Americans buy guns saying they need protection and I wonder how they'll pay for the hospital when they accidentally injure themselves" and it bothered me so much. The Americans that need to arm themselves for protection aren't the ones at fault for our backwardsass healthcare system. If anything they're also the ones who the healthcare system fucks over the worst. Self-inflicted gun-related injuries are preventable with gun safety but some asshole killing or raping you in the street is a reality for our most marginalized populations and we deserve the ability to protect ourselves from this.

[taoistyuri]

when i said i was writing tojinyan fanfiction to cure me i ended up reading 81 pages of the tao te ching as annotated by seiga because a quirky joke visual novel fangame has that.

^ actually, im going to think about this when i see flowers now.

giving value to items is what makes them desired by thieves, i do have a large attachment to material objects, not out of vanity or to be prideful in what others dont have, but moreso because i love to collect things and have a hard time letting things go. my items mean things to me, that they do not mean to other people. by putting them on a higher pedestal, than the reality, it can make things in life become far more devestating to deal with. even if its not thievery, things like an object breaking or being unsalvagable can happen.

...

ok the seiga annotations thing like yeah kind of funny silly but its also helping me get more of a grasp on things being said (not that its blindly follow duh) because well i like metaphors and prose and stuff in short poetry but usually i cant always grasp what is being said myself so its kind of helpful

that being said im going to look into it more. ya know sources that arent a 1 dollar touhou vn.

i feel smart

[regi572]

Had an very bizarre vivid dream this morning, which is probably going to read like a mad conspiracy theory, but the more I thought about it, the more entertaining it was. I am not reading into this at all, moreso shocked I dreamt this all myself lol.

So this entire dream started with the idea of somebody in the dream asking if aliens were always here, or just recently here, and they function more or less like us in terms of mental capacity, however they exist on a higher dimension, so we only ever get hints of them when they pass through our dimmension either intentionally or unintentionally.

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(Additional background) So I guess the idea of this stemmed from a video I watched months back about some dude who conceptionally made a 4D version of minecraft where the greater idea is that 4D entities would have total visibilty of the entirety of our 3D dimmension, but then can see every other parallel 3D dimmension adjacent to ours and can travel freely between them.

And I was also going down the SCP wiki rabbit hole back in 2021, so there are instances where things could exist that technically are 4D objects, but have different properties if you can pass through them (like say there is a 4D tunnel, it might give you the ability to pass through 4D space and spit you out on the other side, but the properties are all out of wack when you are inside, and when you are outside, it just looks like a hole in the wall or something)

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So the dream starts in a near future where things have all of a suddon become so automated to the point, that we kinda just exist in this distopian future of living in your home, but you never leave because all media and sustinance are provided for you. For example, your fridge and pantry are always restocked, and you have ready access to connect with anyone you know through some for of media chamber where you can directly interact with a friends avatar (kinda similar to vrchat, but more directly linked. I guess like VR chat meets the SAO neurolink)

However something odd changes in your habitat.. You notice that occasionally your fridge is not stocked correctly (you can submit a support ticket, and usually it is remediated by the next day). Occassionally while you are walking around your habitat, you bump into what feels like another person sometimes, but there is never really anything there. You try to bump into that object again, but it just seems to not be there at all so you start to ignore it. But it keeps happening more and more frequently, and when you bring it up to your friends, they begin to think you are going crazy. "There is clearly nothing there, are you sure you aren't just losing your mind or something?"

--- Perspective shifts to third person ---

The world zooms out to what appears to be what can best be described as an ants nest enclosure. You look around and there appears to be an entire organization of individuals monitoring and interacting with these ant habitats. Kinda like a lab, but not(?). As you look closer at the habitiat in front of you, you see what is a projected interpretation of your own living space. An individual appears to be responsible for providing nutrition, pulling trash out of the habbitat, and linking the "media" room with mutltiple other habitats. Turns out, these individuals are observing and caring for this distopian lifestyle, as for the humans in the habitats, they cannot see outside of their dimmension. But these individuals can see everything.

Your 'caretaker' starts going rogue however. After what was initially an accident, they noticed that they can start planting higher dimmensional objects where they shouldn't be. At one point, they add an item to the habbitat, that when the human walks into it, it pulls them through a long tunnel structure outside of their dimmension, essentially making them fall for what feels like 10x the lenght of what they can visibly see of the tunnel.

--- Perspective shifts back to first person of the human ---

After numerous encounters, your reality feels like it is falling apart. Tunnels that make 0 sense. It feels like someone is intentionally putting objects in your way so you hit them, but you can never see them, and you can never find them again.

Occasionally you feel someone actually tapping on your face and shoulder. But at one point, as you are starting to mentally break down from not understanding what is happening, something is tapping on your nose repeatedly. You shout "Listen I know you are fucking with my nose, would you please fucking stop!?"

--- Perspective shifts back to third person ---

You see the entity with their "hand" in your habitat. A guard walks up to them.

.... And that's when I woke up this morning. lol

[hashirun]

I know you're busy po and I really wanna ask you about tips for organizing an event just like what you did recently. Yes, I'm a Caviteño and I fell in love with your blog esp about running! You're an inspiration po. Nvm this ask po if you're not interested but please please pleaaasee message me po because I need help organizing an event. Thank you po if you read this message : )

Hello! I'm thrilled to know you enjoy my blog especially my posts about running. Running is one of my life passions and aside from the high I get from a good workout, there is also this sense of fulfillment I get from being able share my passion with other people. That said, I don't feel like I'm qualified to dish out tips on organizing events. It was a spur of the moment decision and ultimately my partner and I decided to postpone it so as of this moment I still lack the requisite EXP points to call myself an event organizer.. but I'll do my best to share what I've learned so far.

I'm sharing insights from the perspective of organizing a sports event, I'm not really sure how it'll fit if you're planning to hold a different type of event but I hope this helps nonetheless. So let's say you already have a type of event in mind.

1. Define your objectives. Why do you want to organize the event? What do you wish to achieve by organizing the event? Be sure you and your event partner(s) have the same objectives otherwise you'll have a hard time working together if you don't see eye to eye in terms of the direction you wish to take.

2. Brainstorming - this is when you and your event partner(s) throw around ideas on what you want to see in your event. Try to come up with as many ideas as you can. List down everything and don't dismiss anything yet. From there, identify the good ones and see if there's any way you can make them work together, or if you need to trim down some more until you arrive at the best ideas(s) for your event.

3. Picking the date of your event. This is important as this will determine how much time you have to prepare. Based on my experience, you need to give yourself as much time as possible, moreso if this is your first time organizing an event. I did my research and found that it usually takes 3-6 months to organize a sports event, but my event partner insisted that we hold it in 2 months time. We eventually pushed it back by 2 more weeks but even that wasn't enough. So we postponed it yet again. This brings us back to my first tip of making sure you and your partner(s) are working towards the same objectives because I guarantee you that this is how a lot of challenges will arise in the process.

4. Lay down the particulars: venue, budget, costing, suppliers, logistics, sponsorships, marketing strategies. Create a timeline and make sure your targets are met within schedule.

5. Venue and suppliers. These will determine your costing. For our event, I had to contact various suppliers (from dri-fit shirts to medals to trophies, the list goes on) to get the best deals. The costing mainly determines the next item:

6. Budget. You need to secure the budget first. Where will it initially come from? From your own pocket? From sponsors? If from sponsors, prepare a list of possible sponsors, and prepare a well-written sponsorship letter to send to your prospects. If you don't have the budget yet, then this brings us back to my third tip which is picking the date of the event. You may want to hold the event at a much, much later time if you're going to work on securing the budget first. Be sure that the time you allot to raising funds won't eat up much time from the actual time allotted to prepare for the event.

7. Logistics. This involves identifying and securing your manpower, as well as coordinating with your local government units for the necessary permits. If it's a sports event, be sure to include in your manpower the race officials, race marshalls, traffic marshalls, medics. Also, carefully plan the flow of the event itself.

8. Marketing. Social media is definitely the way to go. Be sure to join groups that cater to the type of event you're holding so you can promote your event. Run sponsored ads (which needs budget). Be consistent in posting about the event on your page. Partner up with influencers to promote your event. Offer discounts and promos to encourage sign ups. You'll need time to gain traction, which brings us back to my third tip.

You see, everything ties together. Organizing an event is no easy feat. It takes careful planning, as well as the resolve to go through with your plan. You must be up to the task, and I realized along the way that I wasn't up for it yet. Hope this answer helps. If you have any additional questions don't hesitate to reach out. Good luck!

[basil-touche]

27, 61, and 57 for the unusual asks!!

27. Do you have a job? What do you do?

I work in a discount shop as a part-time supervisor. Been doing it for about 4 years now (although covid meant I was in and out of isolation for my own safety for about a year so it doesn't quite feel that long). It's pretty decent in regards to it being a retail environment. It's part of a chain but it's in a garden centre a little way out of my hometown and I think that's what makes it better than my last job (which was not great to put it mildly). It just feels a bit more laid back than being on a high street and a lot of the routine maintence is on the GC itself to sort out, so there's less to worry about on that front.

The shop sells a range of items, kids toys & books, books for adults, craft, stationery etc. I also get 25% off most stock as well (sometimes they do 50% off events for staff which is super useful when it comes to present buying or stocking up on art supplies) and I bought a lot of the supplies for craft projects I post on here from work.

It's not a job I want to do forever. Now that I've recovered from my teenage years (those few years were fucking awful) I'm learning to drive (just bought my first car today!) and once I've passed I'm thinking of going back to college. Thinking about what I actually want to do in this life. I'm really into reading atm and have the urge to write as well as recently getting back into art. So history, english and art seem like possible paths to take, but there's no rushing these things.

57. Do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

As a kid I used to get really annoyed with my Mum when she would take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels we would stay at. I thought she was stealing them. Wasn't until I was older that I learned that hotel staff will just throw away all the bottles, regardless whether or not they had been used. I think it's kinda a legal requirement to keep things sanitary? Kinda like how in resturants, you get given a knife & fork for your meal, they still wash your knife even if you never touched it. Better to be safe than sorry (or sued, I suppose).

So to actually answer the question, yes I do now. It's rather useful to have them for the next time I'm on holiday. And I'd rather not cause unnecessary waste.

61. Have you ever peed in the woods? 

A couple of times, yes. Moreso as a kid. Surprising, when I go on my longer walks in the summer, sometimes travelling 10 miles in a day, I never feel the need to relieve myself. I guess because my body is using all my energy during the hike. I can't actually remember the last time I peed in the woods (and quite honestly, I prefer to use an actual toliet if I can help it).

[memorymessage]

i think i just bullied my grandma into giving me my first purse, and i feel kinda bad...

when i was younger, during the ~scene era~ i was obsessed with bags, because of my idols-

-always carrying big fuck-off bags and being accessory maximalists.

so, for awhile i did have a bag collection:

(there's two harajuku lovers bags in the first pic + one cocolulu bag, and a random one probably from zumiez, or somwhere idfk, all buried in the bed of chaos((literal bed of chaos)) (((not dark souls))))

but not only did i never use them, i don't know if i would call them purses, either. they were usually oversized weekender bags, messenger bags, or duffels/mini duffels. i think the unbranded plaid one in the first pic is the closest i would come to calling a purse.

then, i started getting into minimalism, which only made me hate the idea of purses more, and also made me dislike all the bags i currently had.

i began only carrying cheap fabric totes, such as:

and that was only if i absolutely had to take a bag with me, because otherwise i would only take my lovely big ol' sweater wallet:

rest in peace, sweater wallet. you carried so many coins for my broke ass.

then, after i transitioned as masc, i bought myself a trifold wallet. which has been my wallet for near 10 years now.

i bought this wallet when i was super into ~streetwear~, and it hasn't been my style anymore for many years. i just haven't felt the need to buy a new one because i just don't really give a fuck atp. if i did buy a new wallet, i'd probably get another leather trifold, just without the very... obnoxious streetwear stylization this one has.

here he is, all these years later. it is very aptly captioned 'durable goods'... for however obnoxiously stylized that captioning is, it is accurate!

a few years ago, i got my first 'default' bag. you know, the one that stores all the essentials: hand sanitizer, chapstick, spare change, keys, etc. (you can see where my priorities lie in the things that came to my mind first when listing items. this dingus doesn't drive and isn't the carrier of the keys. and is also broke), one that you can grab and go out of the house with.

me luvly mum got it for me for christmas:

obviously, it's still very much a backpack, and a themed backpack at that.

i think i've always associated the more classic looking purse with femininity and womanhood—being an adult woman. two things i have spent the majority of my life avoiding.

the last year, i have been leisurely entertaining the idea of buying my first purse. mostly because i encountered the first purse i ever truly liked. it was my cousin's purse—a very floppy black leather mid-size purse. like a hybrid of a fabric tote with a purse.

AND YESTERDAY

i come down the fucking stairs of my house

and see

that my grandma

has my cousin's old purse

and i just-

gimme that bag

GIMME THAT BAG

of course, i'm being dramatic by saying i bullied her into giving it to me. all she said was 'oh, i got it from your aunt, you can have it, idc.'

but still, i do not like asking people for things, even if it's something they don't want or don't care about. i still don't like...receiving things. it makes me uncomfortable. i didn't really expect her to give it to me, i moreso was saying 'gimme dat' as a meme.

AND NOW I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I WANT IT. because it has holes and it's really dirty. so i might just give it back to my grandma, because she was planning on using it, too

WHAT DO I DO WITH HER:

SHE IS SO DIRTY

i've been trying to find a bag like this for MONTHS, but so far no luck! should i try to restore it? the inside is absolutely torn apart

[everydaydg]

So far, MadWorld is so good but a thought keeps peeking into my head the more I play.

The narrative is cool, the visuals are great, the combat has some oomph to it, that good impact; the music is great and the "over the top" violence is really well executed

But... this doesnt feel right on the Wii...

And I dont mean it in a "The wii is a family console, so violent video games dont work on it" kind of way, I feel that is an insult to all the M rated games/series on the system (Like Resident Evil, Project Zero, NMH, Dead Space Extraction and so on), but moreso in a... this doesnt feel right because of the limitations and quirks of the wii

The visuals are fantastic, the black and white comicbook look is something ive never seen done again after this and the choise to make the only other color red to emphasise blood? brilliant!

... but you're doing this on the Wii... a console that outputs at 480p and most consumers will use at 480i because they might not have a display capable of outputting at a high resolution or the right cables...

Which leads to a game that is ... quite confusing to look at sometimes, telling depth is a constant struggle for me due to the limited pallete.

When running it on dolphin I find myself having a way easier time making out depth (its still a bit hard to look at sometimes, skill issue on my behalf).

seeing how a higher resolution does help out a ton... I wonder why they never considered doing a port to the PS3 with all the benefits that would have brought like: HD, PS Move support (if you want the waggle funny business) a more solid framerate on some areas

It prolly would have been the best way to experience the game!

... oh I havent written a word about the waggle funny business have I. Who mentions the fucking PS Move before bringing up the wiimote- ah well

So, the controls! They work pretty well! A being the main attack is fun, swinging the remote for uppers or back handed attacks is a blast and the chainsaw is real fun! ... but theres a few limitations

Grabbing being mapped to A leads to grabbing things feeling slightly unreliable, the lack of a second analog stick makes it so the camera is a little jank, specially locking on to enemies; using the nunchuck's motion controls to dodge is not my preffered way of doing it, I find it to be a bit of an unreliable option for such an important tool in the game

And this shoudnt be a huge problem, they could have taken the NMH aproach of mapping it to the dpad or mapping it to Z... but they mapped jump to Z... I dont believe ill be doin any mayor platforming so why make a dedicated button to this instead of dodging????? Why not map it to the nunchuck's waggle????

Why map up on the dpad to pick up items... why cant it be A??

Why is + completely unused?! TAUNT CAN BE IN + MAN

in fact why the fuck is minus the pause button-

Why are 1 and 2 completely unused and why cant they be used for weapon switching in order to free the dpad or do something else... what is this fucking control scheme-

I know the wiimote is limited but why do it like this...

I have my issues... the game is good... but I feel bad seeing how its stuck on the wii with no other options outside of emulation... its stuck with these issues and I can see an all time classic thats stuck in the wrong place

[greenjokwe-blog]

Planescape: Torment - Finished 31/08/2023

I'll be perfectly honest, 2023 gaming for me has not been my best year. That has nothing to do with the games that have come out though, moreso that all the games that I have played this year aside from a couple have mostly pailed in comparison to what I played in 2022. In fact, I'll be the first to admit that from what I can tell, the games that have actually come out this year have been nothing short of phenomenal, with a ton of groundbreaking games all coming out very short of each other. That being said, my backlog is just waaaay too massive right now, so when Baldur's Gate 3 was about to come out to wide acclaim, I tried looking through games that I could take out before I would be able to in good mind get myself to buy it. The first of which immediately came the old CRPG DND games, which after playing around in a ton of RTS games for a bit seemed like a perfect way to test my old game limit. It eventually lead me to Planescape: Torment, a game for the longest time I had heard was one of the greatest games ever made, so I decided to give it a try, letting myself know I could quit at any point, and... Wow. Woah. It's not that I didn't believe in it it's just... God damn.

I should say that technically, Planescape Torment was my second game on my CRPG adventure since I technically started with playing the first Baldur's Gate. A game that I did not get very far in mind you, but not out of any particular distain! In fact, there were parts of that game that I really enjoyed. Honestly, seeing a game like that so ambitiously and elegantly attempt to mimic the experience of a single-player DnD session was fascinating for me (even though I've never finished a full campaign with friends), which works wonders considering not only the fact that a ton of modern-day RPG's are influenced by this title in particular, but the foundation of all RPG's basically coming directly from the stats and campaigns told in the advanced Forgotten Realms worlds. It put the entire genre in a context for me that's only really been matched by Dragon Quest V in terms of its benefits and how so many of what we consider the genre's antiquities were originally used, and how to use them in ways that complement the games themselves and make them interesting design-wise. Unfortunately, that interest only brought me so far, as the constant save-scumming that I did to myself just to experience in-game scenarios that didn't particularly interest me, with my first real interaction with pause/play combat wore me out, and lead to me dropping the game after only a few hours.

I will say though, that I am extremely glad that I started that game before starting Planescape, as it absolutely helped me out with my experience here. Knowing how to traverse the menu system, the pause combat, the character management, amongst other things went a long way in helping me understand the game, which was likely needed as one of the game's biggest issues is definitely how obtuse and archaic it can be at the best of times. The obvious main complaint that everyone will go to first is the combat, which even for an 1999 RPG, isn't particularly stellar, and usually cycles from mind-numbingly simple to extreme tedium and confusion. That along with poor item management and a ton of glitches no matter which version of the game you play leads to the game being a hard revisit for many a player, and all aspects have been improved with later RPG's, however the number of titles it manages to predate with it's ambition, also the fact that there are slight workarounds and ways to avoid most issues with reasonable planning make it somewhat forgivable, so you can actually get through to the main game's role playing and story.

And holy hell, what a story it is. The way the game manages to work it's incredibly investing, multi-faction, multi-belief world of the afterlife and multiverse in it's Planescape setting, along with the mainline writing of the subversive and beautiful CRPG character-driven experience that plays with tropes and archetypes that can only really be matched by Love-de-Lic's moon in terms of total scale (although both have very different influences and go in very different direction with their playing of expectations!). The central mystery of the game, focusing on the main character and his identity, in conjunction with the extremely deep dialogue options of every single named NPC of Sigil, makes for perhaps the most wonderful story I've experienced in a game, with the involving nature and the great dramatic scale of the best DnD campaigns, and the intrinsic value and general structure of Black Isle's other series, Fallout, which the game is based on more than anything else.

There are so many little nitty gritty details I could get into about this game that made me fall in love with it initially, talking to the characters and finding out about the game's first faction, going through the side quests without an extra thought because I was genuinely intrigued about how things would resolve, the fact that half of the main playable cast in the game is up there as the best party members in any RPG I've played. There is a LOT to cover, and it's all down to the game's excellent writing and its smart way of kiting you along, while still being fairly linear compared to other CRPG's the game itself never really doubts the player and always makes the multitude of options feel gratifying even if there's not that much choice. Granted, not all of the game's interactions are this simple, and in fact there are definitely some quests and different parts of the game that require a bit much of you to figure out yourself. It's what reluctantly makes me say that this game will likely be a Guide Game for the vast majority of players, because although I'd love to recommend multiple playthroughs for this game to get the most out of it, if you're like me and want to see as much as they can in one go, or you're as dumb as me when it comes to the mainline fetch-puzzles cuz you didn't pay quite enough attention to one NPC, you're probably gonna need to be Walkthroughed to experience the most of what this game has to offer. Don't worry, trust me, it's worth it, the payoffs in this game are great.

... Okay, maybe not all of the payoffs. In more ways than the ones already mentioned, there are a lot of obvious tellings of this game's issues that were fairly rushed before release, but this issue really starts to ire once you leave Sigil. Let it be known that the way that Sigil breadcrumbs you through everything, and allows players to figure the compelling world out for themselves and all of that stellar game design, essentially doesn't exist when you get to the area Curst. Extremely insular in scope, a reliance on classical RPG job board-esque quests, an overreliance on the combat which at this point was easily skipped, generally poor design with selections of items and resting points... It's not a pretty site, and by the time you get to the Prison section where you'll likely be picking off one enemy at a time ad nauseam until you clear out every single room... It feels extremely rushed and uncared for compared to the rest of the game, which is a shame as the game starts finally picking up again once you get to the last area, where the game finishes very, VERY strong and leaves a perfectly satisfying conclusion while leaving you guessing and thinking for all the while longer.

But, out of everything, out of all of the issues and annoyances I had, I cannot begin to describe how absolutely enamoured by this game I was when first going through it. I've been trying to keep it brief but I could go on about how much I love Morte and Dak'kon (amongst the other party members), some of the individual quests that kept me investigating and thinking about what dialogue options to choose and where to go, trying to compartmentalize the whole world and it's factions/philosophies as much as possible in my brain without the need of the journal or writing things down. The voice acting, the visuals, the character design, the use of stats... god I could go on. It's a video game that, like many others, has affected me in a way not many other games have, and managed to get me not only interested in Dungeons and Dragons history, worlds, and lore but also got me back into reading books! That's probably one of the biggest compliments I could ever give a game, especially of Planescape's type. Absolutely worth the huge amount of love and devotion it's cult following has given it. Maybe not a universal recommendation (and hey, maybe with BG3's success a remake of this game may come out that actually isn't too bad. Weirder has happened.), but absolutely worth it if you're willing to give it a chance.

[invinciblerodent]

I've been thinking about what Iona might think/say about this line, and I think she would think differently from like... 90% of the people who heard this line, myself included lol.

Like, she disagrees, of course- were it up to her, she would have thought that letting the thief run free would have been the best choice, because, well, who cares, really. It was only a thing, and he was doing a job he was hired to do.

Like I'm not sure if it was in Mordenkainen's or another sourcebook, but I know it's mentioned at one point that elves typically don't care nearly as much for material possessions and theft as they care for sentimental items (it's got to do with being so long-lived and communal in general), they moreso pity one who would steal rather than blame them- and Iona herself already has a semi-questionable relationship with private property that's only tampered by her extensive time among humans. (In the trial, she just let Wyll "take the reins". She's not an idiot, she knows what hero-types expect the answer to be, even if she'd naturally disagree.)

But I feel like this line definitely would cause her to raise an eyebrow, because despite all that they have done to get here, and the talk they had over his grave about how the Magistrate he was is dead and buried, that... really sounds less like Astarion, the liar/thief/roguish scoundrel she loves, and more like Astarion, the Magistrate who ruled so cruelly that it cost him his life. So it kind of... slots into the empty space of the last missing puzzle piece in her head, which is the why of how he even got into his situation in the first place.

Like sure, he's said that he made an "unfavorable ruling" that the Gur didn't like, which is why he was beat and subsequently turned, but she had no idea what that could have been.... and at the same time, she didn't really care, about "Magistrate Ancunín". (It's been two centuries. She might not like this glimpse into who he once was, but as far as she's concerned, he's very clearly not the same person anymore- she saw it when they joined minds, she knows it because she knows the man he is now, and, at the same time, doesn't care much about the past. All that ruling is at this point in time is a line in an ancient record somewhere, and a stain on is his conscience- which, why'd it matter to her? Her own conscience is stained by far more immediate -and potentially more harmful- things, things that happened in a past that isn't even that far behind them, and he doesn't care, why should she?)

.... Though I do wonder what he'd say/think if later at rest, during their little nightly "together-time" when they're done with their trance but everyone is still asleep, she idly mentioned that she's been thinking about his words.

I think he'd get defensive, and insist that no, he does believe he's right, even as the seed that he actually doesn't now that he thinks about it, is planted. And knowing Iona, she wouldn't even try to correct/lecture him about it (not only is that not her style, telling him that he's wrong is also counterproductive as hell in getting Astarion specifically to see a dissenting point), but maybe she'd just coax him to lay back down onto her chest, and as the conversation winds down and he relaxes with his ear against her heartbeat once more, she'd just softly say something like "I hope the gods don't think the same, once our time comes".

And while her intention is not to change him or make him think like her, I think that's probably all he'd need to start questioning where that thought came from, realize what part of him was/is it that believes that on his own, and reach a conclusion that's more in line with the person he is now and the one he wants to be in the future.

(I love how she goes from being openly and intentionally manipulative, to now just... gently reminding her boyfriend once in a while that he can actually think before he speaks now, lol.)

Yeah, I...

I have absolutely zero doubt in my mind that there's a very good reason this man was beaten within an inch of his life based on a ruling he made as magistrate.

Astarion, darling, sweetie pie, love of my life, my sweetest, most darling little pookie bear with sugar and a cherry on top, what the ever-loving, super-sized, finger-lickin', country-fried McFuck is wrong with you (affectionate)

haven't you personally expressed feelings of guilt (their validity being subject for philosophical debate i don't have time to go into now) over dooming people in numbers upwards of a thousand to what you had thought was death, but later on it turned out to be a fate potentially worse than death. have you not personally yelled at the Gur leader because she got upset over us sparing the 7k spawn. have you learned absolutely fucking nothing, my sweet sweet angel boy.

god I love you and the odd turns your poor little brain takes sometimes as it reacquaints itself with the idea of being a person, rather than a survival-machine.

(it's also really fun how sometimes thoughts that could be attributed to the "living" Astarion pop up- because I'm guessing this is one of those, and he's kind of... well. He hasn't been allowed to use his own brain much since he became a vampire, so it's understandable why, now that he's free, his brain would sort of revert to the last thing it knows- which is punitive justice.)

(I definitely know that having Magistrate Ancunín pass judgement on you would have definitely been one of the less desirable outcomes of any legal squabble in Baldur's Gate two centuries ago. I know Iona is sort of letting these drift by her ear for now, putting the thought aside to be dissected later, lol. She'd rather more like to speak to the soft Astarion cuddling into her chest at night about this, please and thank you.)

[elena-oc-blog]

round 2!

🌌 ✏️ 🌪️- Goop

👑 ❇️ 🔥 -Aurora

HI SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY, I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO DRAG MYSELF TO MY LAPTOP UNTIL NOW Now onto the answers to your wonderful questions uwu 🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

I created goop when I was still living at my dad's. I was working in my little studio room and I think some kids were being very loud outside? And it was giving me sensory overload so I doodled a very anxious crying dragon with big ears and colored it and that's how goop came to be! His most important features are his big pupiled crying eyes and long sensitive ears as noise is the thing im most sensitive to. He is basically my anxiety sona!

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

Since he is a sona of sorts rather than a full on OC I don't really think about them a lot in that way. I moreso think of them any time I am experiencing a large amount of anxiety, emotional distress and/or sensory overload. Maybe "The world is a loud and scary place"? 🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

Well the first iteration of him is the image i added to the milkyway question. Since I was stressed (and also it was 2018) the art and main personality points are a bit rough. However with therapy and time I refined his personality a lot more. He enjoys nature (and its sounds) and being by himself, they don't like going out in the fcrowded city, they are an artist that prefers using traditional media. Basically he now also has some of my more positive traits instead of only being constantly terrified and crying. I mean he still is but he also finds comfort in things and some sensory experiences. Its not all bad.

(also he has beans now because beans make everything better) 👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

She doesn't really worry about having to be remembered as something. She is a goddess and practically immortal (though gods can be killed in my universe. It would just take a lot of effort) so she doesnt think about post mortum things. She also doesn't really want to be remembered by most, she works mostly behind the scenes pulling on strings. Some mortals worship her and while she "blesses" them with dark powers and corrupted bodies, she doesn't really care about them all that much. Sure they help her in causing chaos and fear in the world but she doesn't necessarily need mortals for that. She has her demons and creations afterall. A few she is a bit closer to like sable and marble crocodile man once i make him but to them she is more like a wine aunt. She sometimes chats with them, gives commentary and advice as well as blessings but again she isnt super attached. So in short, her goal isn't really to be remembered by mortals. Just to destroy them.

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

That would be her creation Thorn. She is very pleased with how he turned out and how good he is in spreading terror amongst mortals. Rex is probably a close second, as he is basically her security cam system as well as manager of her many imps and demons. Very valuable as he allows her to watch and see all after most of her divine power was sealed away. Being a goddess, she can materialise items without any trouble so material goods do not interest her. It's souls and her living creations that she is invested in. Souls for providing an energy source as well as a base for demon creation so it costs less energy. And her 3 main creations Rex, Thorn and Crom were early creations that she made out of pure magic when her powers werent fully sealed away yet. She doesn't want all that magic to go to waste. Even if Crom gets on her nerves a lot, she doesn't want him to die. He performs pretty outstanding on soul reaping actually, she just wishes he was less clingy and annoying about it and was less obsessed with killing his little brother. I hope i answered this properly my brain is being a lil weird. 🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

Aurora is extremely bitter and refuses to let go of the past. Astron is hoping that her time on earth will make her appreciate and understand mortals but so far no luck. He won't return her full powers unless she stops being so hateful and destructive towards mortals so I guess thats kinda self destructive of her to obsess over making all mortals pay for the betrayal the people she made commited. Also consuming souls is kind of a no no and might be fucking with her already corrupted ethereal body. It might make her sick. I'll need to look into that.

[cherrysha]

Run

Remember when i posted abt lumberjack a/b/o Uvo? well here it is!! shoutout again to ram fr helping me with this piece!! This is my first attempt at a longer story with more plot. Part of me wanted to break it up into more chapters but I like the build up thats there by keeping it in one piece. Its my take on abo (I know some people love it and some absolutely hate it but the lewding potential was too much for me to pass up) Very loosely based off of this song by hozier

Summary: Alphas are rare, Omegas even moreso. The standard for society is being a Beta, but unfortunately you weren’t born as one. Being an Omega is a presentation so detestable that it’s hard to even survive. In an era where it’s completely normal to cast you from the village for simply existing, to keep you blind from what it is to truly be an Omega, will there be any respite for you? (Yes, this is a period piece)

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: A/B/O, dubcon (since the readers in heat), predator/prey, a little blood, one slap, breeding, overstimulation, unprotected sex

“Do you ever get the feeling that they are lying to you?” you stare at the weathered wooden boards of the porch before you dare to glance at her face. The miller’s daughter was an omega as well, and often you found yourself gravitating to her if only out of comfort. The one of few in the village that could relate to you. She looked so soft in the morning sun, so lighthearted and gentle as she picked at the frayed patchwork of her dress.

“I don’t like to think about it too much or else I scare myself, y/n” she giggles. 

So Naïve.

You mull it over before coming to the conclusion that you and her are not the same. “I guess I understand” 

Her father always says she’s too kind, but that’s exactly what was so endearing. A world where it was normal to treat people like you and her as lesser, and she was still so kind. Absently, you wondered if you'd ever see her again after her next heat. It had been too long since an omega went missing.

“Will you still be walking with me to the market?”

“Ah, mother seems to have found some extra fabric that had been tucked away somewhere, so I suppose not. However, I’m glad you came to visit y/n!” she giggles as you stick your tongue out at her like a child. 

The walk there gives you an opportunity to think of her words. Was denial better than the fear that came along with the truth?

Plenty of omegas had gone missing. When you were younger, the elders would tell you that there was a man who lived on the edge of the forest. He wasn't an alpha, or a beta, or even an omega. He was only a monster. 

The path stretches before you and the heat of the summer sun is almost enough to make you turn around. But you persist, the idea of returning home empty handed was enough to make you ignore the sting on the back of your neck. 

This man, this beast, would eat omegas. That’s why it was important to return home before dark, the man in the forest used the cover of night to hunt; to take. that’s why omegas always went missing in the village. 

You momentarily take refuge in the cool water in the creek on the outskirts of the village, watching idly as water swirled around your bare feet.

When were you old enough to realize the flaws of that story? Was it your first heat? When with shaky hands, your mother had packed you enough provisions for the week and whispered for you to leave? Or was it the anger in your father’s voice when you asked to stay and he bitterly told you that omegas only brought misfortune?

You sigh. No, it was the day you'd found out one of the few remaining omegas hadn’t come back and that truth had only been a hard pill to swallow for you. No one seemed to care, it was as if the man in the forest didn’t scare them, had never scared them.

Not much sooner had you made the connection. Alphas were few and far between, but omegas were even more scarce. The ones who couldn’t find omegas settled down with betas, but what would a married alpha do when an unclaimed omega went into heat? Only the forest knew.

Sometimes you wished the beast was real, and still the lie had persisted. The younger omegas believed it to be the wood smith and while he was a recluse, so much so that you'd never even seen him, he was far too young to be the monster from your youth. He’d only made his appearance in the village every so often, and in truth he hadn’t lived in the area for that long. You let them hold on to their delusion instead, not wanting to be the one to burst their bubble.

Your heat was many moons away, but the fear of living still persisted.

The water feels nice on your neck, gentle and cooling as you scoop handfuls of it over your burning skin. It makes you forget about everything for a second, soothing over you like an expensive balm. Somehow, It reminds you of when you were little, before you presented and the friends you'd made in the village. Small and unassuming, no worries about presentation or etiquette. Just young and carefree. The thought brings a smile to your face.

Now, boys your age would rather die than be seen with an Omega, not that you cared about their indifference. In their minds it was completely warranted, and in yours the Betas had nothing to offer you. You both saw each other as fundamentally useless. No one gave mind to insects, most of the time they were just there. Some were cruel, yes, but most went their way, and you went yours. That was the best you could ask for.

Sighing, you pick the coin purse out of your pocket, taking a moment to count the few coins your mother had given you. 

It was barely enough to buy thread, but you weren’t surprised. Her and father were still angry that you'd ripped another hole in your dress again since it was one of the little clothing items they had granted you. If it weren’t for the fact that the hole steadily became bigger, threatening the integrity of the entire garment, you don’t think it would’ve been mended at all.

The wind swirls around you, reminding you of your task and the repercussions of wasting time. 

With a grunt, you force yourself back up and onto the road, sidestepping a rather large man carrying probably one of the largest baskets of wood you'd ever seen.

Mother says that its impolite to stare, so you don’t let your gaze linger for too long, but the sight was unusual to say the least. He’s tall, so tall in fact that you have to peer up to even try to see his face, eventually you give up and your gaze ends at the well toned muscles of his chest that are thinly veiled underneath a rather dingy tunic. You couldn’t judge him, right now you were wearing the same dress that desperately needed patching up. Still, he was somewhat of an unbelievable height, it was hard not to wonder of his presentation. Surely, there couldn’t be Betas that tall, but it was even more so unbelievable for him to be an Alpha. The Alphas in your town were well known, their large presence in the village applauded by most and avoided by Omegas. Like the tavern owner with wandering hands under the guise of drunkenness and the butcher who stared a little too long that one might find it indecent. 

 as you make your way through the village opening you can feel his presence pressing closer behind you with each step. It’d be easier to know for certain if the wind carried his scent, but at the present moment it was blowing yours in his direction, a thought that was a little unnerving to you. Nevertheless, you persisted, pushing past the mounting feeling in your chest that seemed to get worse the louder his footsteps became behind you. Surely, he was just selling the basket on his back at the market. And since he was a stranger to you, It would make sense for him to follow you so closely there if he wasn't from the village.

You let yourself relax, tense shoulders easing up as you finally come to the only conclusion that made sense. You were an Omega; A Beta had no better reason to follow you other than directions.

The sun still beats overhead, making the exposed skin of your face damp with sweat. With little thought, you wipe it away with the handkerchief stashed inside your pocket. It was little more than torn fabric that mother had no use for, but you appreciated when she had given it to you nonetheless. 

The market wasn't busy for this time of day, which you were grateful for. Less people to cast you a distasteful glare as you silently perused through the stalls in search for thread. It only takes a few moments to find it at a stand with colorful fabrics, pins and needles and textiles that were definitely worth more than anything you'd ever own.

The smile on your face lights up as you find the cheapest option available, speaking quietly to the stall owner you ask for it.

You're met with silence, its only when you look at them that you realize they aren’t even looking at you. Instead, you follow their gaze behind you, to the burly man who had somehow gotten close enough to block out your view of the sun. 

“Gorgeous too, huh?” he smiles down at your shocked face, even daring to lean down, hand gripping your jaw to force your head up, leaving your neck exposed to him. He’s not quick about it either, his nose coming to scent you as he indulges himself in the smell he finds there. 

“And where have you been hiding?” he whispers it, a secret between the both of you that your too scared to acknowledge. In stark contrast, you've been rooted to the spot, too scared to do much of anything as the complete stranger ungracefully takes his time mulling you over. 

It’s a funny thing, he can smell just how frightened you are, but it doesn’t mask the scent that made him follow you in the first place. 

The scene is far too intimate for such a public space, and subconsciously, you're aware of that. You know this isn’t right, you shouldn’t be letting yourself get so carried away by the stranger, even if he does smell wonderful. Nothing like any Alpha you’ve met. Although his presence is completely overwhelming, his scent isn’t, and he lets out a breathless laugh when you subtly try to scent him back. 

The only thing that snaps you back to reality is the stall owner clearing their throat, forcing you to realize how blatantly improper you were being. It’s far too embarrassing to handle, and mortification sets into your bones. The man pays them no mind, instead using one of his large hands to slam a few bills onto the counter.

“Whatever she wants” his voice comes out as a low and guttural thing, hoarse from days of disuse, as his breath fans across your face. He thinks it’s cute, the way your eyebrows shoot up makes his grin even wider. 

With shaky hands you point to the cheapest bobbin of thread, hands fumbling for your coin purse before he grabs your wrist. “What did I say, Omega?” its stern, but all you can manage to do is bumble over your words, eyes cast downwards as you try to ignore the embarrassment settling on your face. He was just trying to be nice, maybe he was a tad bit uncivilized about it, but his impropriety shouldn’t make it okay to decline such a kind offer. The thread is taken from the counter, his hand slowly ruffling the folds of your dress as he finds your pocket and drops it in.

At this point you’ve become a spectacle, passersby muttering not so subtly about just how close you are to him, how rude it was to make a scene like that in public. With a cough you back away, surprised to find that he doesn’t follow, only aims a grin at you as he continues to stare. Not wanting to leave on a sour note, you ask

“What’s your name?”

  Maybe one day you could repay the favor, although he didn’t look like the type to need to buy thread. He didn’t look like the type to care that much about his appearance at all, if you were being honest.

“its Uvogin. Gimme what’s in your pocket.”

“The thread?” with a wolfish smile he shakes his head no. It takes you a moment but clumsily you pad at the dress before finally finding your pocket and dipping your hand in to pull out the tiny wad of fabric in question. The only other thing in your pocket besides your coin purse. Your handkerchief. You don’t think about it as you hand it over to Uvogin, your head feels fuzzy just by his proximity. Don’t even think about how closely he must’ve been watching you to see that you had one, or how long he’d been doing so as he walked behind you and into the market. Right now, he could ask for a lot of things and you'd gladly hand it all to him with no second thoughts about it.

“You should head home. Maybe get some rest before it happens” he leans closer to sniff at your throat one last time, albeit a lot quicker than he had in the past “Although, I don’t think you’ll have much time.” The end of his sentence comes out in as a laugh, jovial enough to make you forget how sinister his final words were. With little grace, you slowly backpedal, eyes still on his before you turn around and walk out the way you came.

You smell. You reek of him. It’s the only thought in your mind as you clutch at yourself tightly, eyes cast downwards to avoid the shame of looking at others. There wasn't a pair of eyes that didn’t linger on you, most likely smelling exactly what you smelled; The stench of an Alpha. So thick and cloying that you couldn’t pretend it was anything other. Maybe you could rinse it off in the creek before you got home, but you doubted it. The smell permeated through your dress and settled into your bones. Quickly, you head out of the village and towards the sound of running water. 

He was handsome, his scent so alluring that it made your mind wander as you tried desperately to rinse it off of your skin. A hint of sweat, pine and something sweet you had no name for. Sitting on your haunches, you let out a whine at the fact that nothing you did could rinse it off, and part of you didn’t want to, anyway. He’d ruined your dress by doing little more than touching it. If your parents smelled it, who knows what they would do. Probably cast you out like they’d planned on doing when you tore your dress. Any little infraction was worth your disappearance. This would give them every reason not to want you around. 

It seemed to be getting hotter. So hot in fact you were half tempted to wade into the creek, dress and all, just to get the feeling to go away. The sun had been hidden by an overcast sky, clouds threating to burst at any moment, and you prayed they would. It could drown out any scent lingering on your skin, your clothes, the far recesses of your mind that held onto it like a bloodhound. Why was it so hot?

Wordlessly, you waded into the water, thinking little of the repercussions of coming home with a sopping wet dress as you sat down, letting the stream flow over you and around your shoulders. It felt soothing at first, like a cool bath when you were sick, but all too soon the water felt just as warm as you were. It. Was enough to elicit another strangled whine from your throat.

Slowly you stood, the weight of the fabric hugging tighter against your skin all too noticeable. This wasn't right. The sun was gone, the water cool, so why did you feel so sick all of a sudden?

It took a minute to fully accept it, as part of you didn’t want to. But you couldn’t excuse the need growing in your abdomen as anything else.

You had to leave here, quick. Get as far away from the village as possible. Away from the Omegas and your family, away from everything in order to have a chance at saving yourself.

Wading out of the water, you give no pause to the way your skirts cast dark droplets onto the dry ground. 

 With little to no hesitation, you make your way back onto the road before veering right, into the underbrush as you picked up the pace. Before, you'd have a day’s head start to get as far away as possible, but this was different. The telltale signs of your heat stirring low in the pit of your belly was a fortnight too early. Your thoughts were already starting to fog around the edges, an in a few hours all you'd be able to do was cry out from the sheer pain of it all.

 With every step you find yourself walking faster, legs getting whipped by the low lying brambles. The way they so easily tear into your skin going almost unnoticed by you in your sheer panic. It wasn't supposed to be this way, it’s a type of confusion that adds on to the delirium already buffing away at your subconscious. 

After a few minutes of running, only your panicked gasps keeping you company, the clouds burst above you. Fat drops soaking the underbrush and you along with it. In no time the ground beneath your feet becomes even more treacherous, mud and leaves and errant roots making you stumble and fall at every opportunity. After one nasty fall, you can't help but sit for a moment, a manic chuckle ripping through your chest as you examine your skinned palms. Your dress is filthy, the tear even larger than it had been when you set out this morning. Absently you wonder if mother will let you try to mend it before she casts you out for it. Without looking down at your legs, you already know the bruises that will be there from every bump and fall you’ve taken on your little journey. It does little to worry you, once the adrenaline wore off, maybe then you'd feel yourself start to care again.

With a sigh you let yourself rest. Hypervigilance slipping as you gaze up at the canopy in awe. How could rain be so loud? 

Mentally, you try to assess your location. There was a place not far from here that served as your hideaway in times like these. A fissure in the face of a sheer cliff, only big enough for you and any other Omega that had the misfortune of being cast out into the woods. It wasn't much, the crack was uncovered, the rain and wet still able to reach you, but that wasn’t what was important. 

Standing up gives you a better view of your surroundings. With little thought you start to head in the direction you remembered, down the slope of the hill in hopes of finding your salvation at the bottom. 

It doesn’t take long before you hear it. Crackling branches under heavy, heavy footsteps. It’s not a promising sign, to say the very least. Feverishly you pick up the pace, mind racing as you try to figure out who would’ve followed you. It’s not like you did much to hide where you were going, in truth you didn’t think about it at all. Mind glazing over, you don’t notice the thick tree root that’s in your way, stumbling over it as your palms meet the forest floor once again. Ungracefully, your body tumbles easily down the rest of the slope, a cry leaving you as you hit the ground repeatedly. 

Uvo’s laugh is audible over the thunderous sound of rain. Its jarring. A wretched reminder that you're actively being hunted down like an animal.

“Sounds like I’m getting close, huh?” he yells, still too far away for you to see him under the darkened canopy. His voice echoes and you can't tell where exactly he is behind you, only knowing that its entirely too close for comfort. Hazily, your mind makes the connection, his voice rattling back in your ears over and over again as you pick yourself up. 

You can’t say that you've gotten any faster after realizing who exactly was chasing you. The ache in your body from multiple falls was finally catching up to you, along with the heat that was settling low in the pit of your stomach that seemed to be burning even brighter than a few minutes ago.

After a few minutes of running, you see it and almost sob with relief. Thick with vines, the opening of the rockface, your salvation, is almost within distance. 

“I hope you're not thinkin’ of doing what I think you're gunna do.” Its not a yell. Not anything other than an irritated statement thrown so casually and so, so close to you that it causes goosebumps to rise on the back of your neck.  Quickly, you look behind you, a slight yip leaving your throat as you take in the distance between the both of you.

In a last ditch effort, your body works on autopilot. Fear drives you, pushes you faster and faster until the only thing you can hear is the thrumming of your own heart in your ears. He’s loud behind you, yelling something unintelligible as you try to make your escape. You're within reaching distance of the opening now, but his hands grab at you. The slickness of the rain serves in your favor. Easily you slip from his grasp, body lurching forward and into the opening as he tears at the shoulder of your dress.

The air surrounding him seems to vibrate with raw anger, something akin to a roar tearing through him at just how close he’d come to having you.

Big hands come to slam against either side of the opening as he peers down at your shrunken form. Chest heaving, the rain glints off of his skin and the image alone is enough to make you whimper in submission. He’s so tall, broader than any Alpha you'd seen, and he’s incredibly angry. Uvo’s gaze doesn’t leave you as the seconds tick by.  After a few moments of him trying, and failing, to collect himself he finally speaks

“I’m not gunna hurt ya, now come here” he says, and it sounds sincere enough that your fuzzy brain almost believes him. Almost gives in to the temptation of his scent, his open arms goading you to leave the small space.

“I don’t believe you” you whine, shaking your head ‘no’ as if he wouldn’t understand the meaning of your words.

It’s so unbelievably hot. The fat drops of rain hitting your face and soaking you through to your very core did little to relieve the feeling. if anything, it overwhelmed your heightened senses, every little drop on your skin felt like something you needed to pay close attention to.

“Just wanna make you feel better” the statement alone forces a whimper out of your throat, body edging backwards as if to physically deny him

“You can't make me feel better, no one in this damn town can make me feel better.” it’s a lot more hysterical than you meant it, but Uvo’s face contorts in confusion all the same.

It’s quiet for a moment as he assesses you. Big green eyes rake over your shivering form, more anger than pity bubbling to the surface of his features as he realizes how much he doesn’t like what he sees.

“You don’t know anything, huh?” he mumbles to himself, letting one of his large hands swipe away the excess water on his face before settling on his hip “What’s it gunna take for you to come out then?”

You want to tell him to leave, to let you be alone but another part of you wants something. Something you can't explain enough to even know yourself.

“Just don’t hurt me, okay?” no matter how much you try to calm yourself down it still comes out too whiny and nasally for your liking.

Uvo laughs at that, boisterous and loud and it almost seems to overpower the sound of heavy rain hitting the tree branches around you.

“I just told you I wouldn’t, you forget that already?” you have half a mind to nod in affirmation, “Come on out then” he gestures towards you, wolfish smile marring his face.

As if to try and soothe you, he asks for your name. The question eats away at the open air before you finally find your voice enough to answer him.

In the quiet that precedes your answer you realize numbly that It’s getting darker out. You have no provisions and now you’re drenched. If you didn’t listen and stayed put, the rest of your heat would be torture. There’s a lot to consider, truthfully too much to consider in your current state. The ramifications of your actions, the honesty of the large man in front of you, the means in which he planned to help, how long you could actually survive out here without him. Your brain functions moved with the viscosity of syrup. The more you thought about it all, the less it seemed to make sense.

Quietly, you make your way to the opening, Uvo lets out an excited laugh as you crawl ever closer to him. It doesn’t take more than a few steps before a gasp is being torn from you as he grabs you by the arm, pulling you completely out and into his embrace. It feels nice, albeit a little jarring, but you won’t deny the full feeling in your chest at his proximity. A big and sturdy hand rakes up your side as the other holds you to his chest.

With little thought, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, relishing in the scent that hasn’t been completely washed away by the rain. Its calming, maybe he’s pumping out pheromones to induce that emotion within you, but at the same time it makes the coil in the pit of your stomach reach incredibly high temperatures. It hurts, oh god, it hurts

“Hurts, huh? I can fix that.” You don’t remember saying it aloud, but the burly man responds quickly by tearing the flimsy fabric of your dress, making sure to rip through your underwear as well. When you whine at the sensation all he does is mutter “Didn’t expect me to let you keep that ratty thing did you?”

It’s a makeshift blanket once he tosses it onto the ground, saving your back from most of the drenched forest floor as Uvo sets you down, his own body hovering over yours. His warmth is so nice, nothing like what’s eating you up inside, and with needy hands you run your fingers through his hair, a high pitched whine leaving your throat at the groan you coax from him.

“Fuck” he growls “M’gunna knot you so good. Bet it’ll only take one time before I get you nice and round”

You nod up at him, delirious and wanting. The only thing on your mind being the feel of him under your fingers.

With little finesse, Uvo thumbs at the opening of your sex before sliding over the bundle of nerves that lies just above it. He smiles at the confusion on your face before slowly, slowly sinking one of his large fingers inside of your heat. Your body writhes with broken sobs at the feeling. Its unlike anything you ever experienced before. 

“All this for me, huh? Must really want it.” It comes out in a huff, his smile ever growing as you nod in affirmation. You can hear the slickness he’s referring to as his finger pumps in and out of you. 

Right now the wind was bustling, rain beating down harder than it had been all night, but all that you could feel was the comfort Uvo gave you. As if his wandering hands were stroking your very soul.

Unbeknownst to you, Uvo’s already dipped another digit inside of you, marveling at the way your body so easily opens up to his touch.  It’ll only take him a few more minutes of his fingers dutifully scissoring you open before he’s able to lay his claim. 

“Doesn’t hurt, does it?” he smiles as you shake your head, mouth open and panting as your lovestruck gaze meets his “Of course it doesn’t.”

He takes his time, languid strokes and teasing bites against your chest. No rush in his movements until you brokenly sob for him. The feeling in your gut was only getting worse with every movement. With weak hands you claw at him, trying desperately to pull his body closer.

His hand moves from your cunt, popping his digits in his mouth with a groan. When he finally sucks them clean, his hands go to his belt, “Impatient little thing” whispered from his lips.

The sight alone makes your mouth water. Too long and jarringly thick, his cock slaps up against his stomach. 

“Gunna make you feel a loot better” he mumbles, taking himself in hand. God, you want it, want every bit of him no matter the repercussions. He kneels above you, chest wet and heaving with excitement as his gaze lingers on your exposed pussy. A Grecian God chiseled from marble and sent here just for you. 

With steady hands he presses you your legs up, folding you in half until hes achieved the angle he’s looking for. You have no choice but to comply, whimpering as he guides himself into your aching cunt.

The stretch of it burns, it makes your body quake almost as if the size of his cock alone has rendered you weak. It’s an overwhelming sensation that eats away any rational thought until you can only focus on the piercing sharpness of it.

“Stop, please, s’too much.” You can't recognize the sound of your own voice. Its hoarse as if you'd been yelling for hours. Uvogin buries his nose in your neck again, hands coming up to press your legs to even further against your chest.

“Here… got somethin’ to take your mind off it” 

With little warning his teeth are in your neck, tearing a wretched scream from your throat as Uvo draws blood. True to his word, he sinks the entirety of his length within you without your notice. Only thing on your mind is the feeling of your flesh being torn open by him, claimed by him. 

There’s’ little compassion in the way his hips snap against yours. Its brutal, making you cry out even more as the force of it jostles the teeth still buried snugly in your neck. Your hands claw at the ground before eventually settling on his back. Uvo groans at your nails digging into him, spurring him on to go faster, harder, to give you everything he’s got until you drain him dry.

The noise of Uvo thrusting into your warm cunt is loud, almost deafening compared to the rain around you. It’s all you can hear; All you can feel as he doesn’t waste any time in finding the exact spot within you that makes you scream.

Every shift of his hips is maddening. Every sharp thrust enough to push the air out of your lungs. Eventually Uvo’s mouth pulls away from your throat, lapping at the bloodied mess he’d left there. You can't focus on it too much. Can't focus on much of anything at the present moment, only the slick sounds of his cock dragging in and out of you filling your mind. 

“Gunna need you to do somethin’ for me, doll” his words are almost too far away for you to hear. As if he’s underwater, it takes a light slap to your face in order for you to process them.

“Huh?” you ask dumbly. You can't remember if your voice always sounded that small. That meek. 

“M’not gunna last long with the way you’re suckin’ me in like this” he growls “Gunna need you to bite down.” One of his hands that was previously holding your thigh up reaches for the nape of your neck, pulling you up until your face is flush against the side of his throat. Something is growing inside of you, burning through your very being and he’s the cause of it. It’s mind numbing, this pleasure you’ve never felt before. Lazily you recognize it enough to know that your own orgasm is mere seconds away.

“Right here.” you nod, heat searing through you as his hips stutter. There’s something catching against your cunt now, impeding every kiss of his hips against yours as he struggles to fit the rest of his cock inside.

With an audible groan being your only warning, Uvo cums inside of you. It sears against your insides as something finally stops his movements, his body unable to do anything besides grind against your own. So full, you jerk with the feeling, finally letting the coil inside you snap. The scream that leaves your broken throat is cut off by Uvo shoving your face harder against his neck and, dutifully, you bite down. Its mere instinct driving you, or maybe the need to drown out your warbled cries for him. Either way, the wound makes him laugh, his hand pushing harder against you as if to force your teeth further into his skin. The tang of metal in your mouth does little to stop the ebb and flow of your orgasm as it washes through you. It’s too good, so good in fact you find yourself pulling away only to be met with Uvo’s unshakeable grip. Tears prick at your eyes at the sensitivity of it all, the overwhelming buzz that courses through you with no end in sight.

It takes a minute of blindly thrashing against him before you give up and settle on the wet ground below.

It’s completely pitch dark now and the rain has quieted into a slight drizzle. You can't see him, can only feel as the hand not gripping your neck finally lets your other thigh down to ghost over the plains of your face. 

“You're mine now” he whispers. Silently, you nod your head in agreement, not fully understanding the meaning of his words. It didn’t matter. Nothing truly mattered anymore besides the man above you. Uvo presses a lingering kiss to your neck, your jaw, before landing on your spit slicked lips. It’s almost soothing, the gentle touches his attentive hands leave on your body. Soothing enough to make you forget how you got here. 

With a gentle tug, he finally pulls out of your sex. The laugh that leaves his throat as his fingers explore the wetness that paints your lower body is euphoric. Soon enough he’s pulling you into his arms and standing up.

“Feel better?” it sounds like more of a statement coming from his mouth, but you nod all the same. As he starts to walk your eyelids droop in exhaustion, mind focused on the way his chest vibrates with every garbled sentence you can't quite hear.

[skyfcx]

     Anomaly... Using the word anomaly was burying the lead. What it felt like was the sick perversion of the pure. Some mockery that was foul in its satire. This world the kit occupied was a strange one indeed, new and unique circumstances happened nigh daily, and hours could hardly go by without some strange fascination shattering into his life like a brick through a glass window. This... entity. He was no exception to the tradition. But to take something as sacred as a Super Form, and Sonic's no less...

     To exist beside Super Sonic was to know everything would be okay. You could feel it in your bones. Why, the very grass he hovered above would grow and blossom into flowers as he moved. It was a marvel, and even that felt like putting it short. He was healing incarnate, it was an event meant to be adored.

     This thing made the stomach and its contents curdle.

     Yet a mind shook itself loose of the sensation. He had more pressing matters to address than nausea. The artificial crystal sitting in his grasp felt like a flare drawing an army's aggro. Instinctually, he wanted to drop it. Intelligently, there was nothing he wanted to do less. What, and let this person take up the item for himself? ...They always could just take the thing from him, of course, such an action wouldn't be difficult in the slightest. But keeping it within clutches made the situation feel the slightest margin of controllable. Even if, deep down, he doubted that was the case.

     The creature spoke and it felt like a pop quiz. To lie blatantly was to turn himself in immediately; the young one had never been the holder of a forked tongue. So the next best thing would have to be applied. Half-truths. State what was honest... and omit what was deemed unnecessary.

     "...It's for research purposes. Would it be false to assume that you've got an interest in Chaos energy yourself?" —Did a fish find water mesmerizing? No, try a different angle. "Well, I-I mean... It'd probably be better to suppose you know all you need to know about the stuff. It's moreso... the upper reaches of what it can do! It's good to push boundaries, right? Chaos energy is a bountiful and potent source of power, knowing what you can—"

     It's akin to stone grinding on stone, the draw of attention dragging itself to the kit himself instead of meager effects. What was a kid like him doing with a potent piece of power like that?

     "Y'know what they say... curiosity is the lust of the mind! I like learning, so I research my interests thoroughly. I made this emerald myself, after all. And your own curiosity brought you here to figure out just what was going on, right? So I'm thinking it's something new to you, something yet to be seen! So... if you have any questions about its make and model, or anything even further past those points, I'd be more than happy to answer! I don't mind sharing."

     Feed into the intrusive nature this one exuded, this creature showed face for a reason. Was there anything he wanted to know? Anything he was looking for? The fox hardly knew what he was looking at, simple information-collecting on the other wouldn't hurt.

@skyfcx / continued

   it had his attention for a while,  admittedly.  picked up upon almost immediately  /  yet ignored for such a long time  /  assumed to be just another emerald.  even still,  something about the energy he was picking up on was  ...  odd  (  funny,  coming from him !  ) .  odd enough to continously pick at his curiosity  /  like an itch that just can't be scratched  /  until it couldn't be helped anymore.  the additional eighth ping of an emeralds energy didn't help much in dwelling that curiosity,  either.

   with tails' reaction are ruby spirals turned towards him.  what only takes mere seconds feels as though it takes centuries,  wide grin full of sharp teeth is spread,  and haunting howl of a laugh erupts from golden beast  /  hyena - like in nature.  he's used to that sort of reaction  /  it's almost a given now.

   now granted,  the memories he retained from his sonic were few and far between,  but even from a simple glance could fleetway tell this one was nothing like the fox he knew from his zone.  it didn't take much to figure out just how much more technically inclined he was  (  given everything that can be found within surrounding workshop  ) .  perhaps that idiot's name of pixel brain was more on the nose than he thought.

   "  so THAT'S what that is !  "  attention is then turned to the gem in question.  oblivious to the heart attack he surely gave the young fox  /  as well as the fact he's even intruding to begin with  /  all too casually just floating closer to the fake emerald with a curious light in spiraled eyes.  before making his grand appearance within tail's workshop did he realize just how wrong the energy radiating from the emerald felt  /  it wasn't organic energy at all  /  not in the way he was familiar with,  anyway.  color him intrigued.

   to consider fleetway as some kind of an anomaly wouldn't be wrong in the slightest.  while super forms weren't an uncommon occurrence,  one to be hanging around as casually as this one was certainly is. he wasn't just some wayward super sonic,  though  /  nicole's blackout surely gave that away  /  more like an unholy abundance of chaos energy,  sentient,  wrapped in a familiar enough looking package.  if his non - chalant attitude didn't give away just how unbothered he is,  then surely that had to say something about him.

   luckily for tails though,  despite the claws,  spiraled eyes,  maw of razors,  overall mangled appearance and downright migraine inducing presence,  no sense of aggression comes from golden hedgehog at all.  going about it delicately seemed to be the right choice to make.  curious,  curious  /  oh how DIFFERENT this fox was from the whiney BRAT of his former zone  /  he had his attention.

   and that might not be a good thing.

   "  it's been driving me NUTS for a LONG TIME.  who'd even WANT to make something like that ?  "  perhaps he's too used to his zone's own emeralds.  so unstable and dangerous,  nothing good ever came from involving them in anything  (  hence fleetway's very existence !  ) .

   of course now that words have left the grinning maw,  spirals are back to focusing on the fox himself,  with head ever so slightly tilting to the side.  "  and what's a kid like YOU doing with it ?  "

[poplinn]

Edward Hyde as a drug

So, finally read the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde today, and I read the story as a certain metaphor that I have not seen anyone else mention as of yet. So, buckle up dear reader, because I’m going to spill my findings about this metaphor, and this metaphor only, to you. 

Warning: This post is long, hence the ‘read more’ and contains spoilers for the entire story, in case you haven’t read it yet. 

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is a story about, and a metaphor for, drug abuse. This idea first came to me during Jekyll’s final statement of the case, the part where he talks about quitting Hyde for a period of 2 months, and how good it feels, but how he still misses and craves to be Hyde. It reminded me of someone who is in drug rehabilitation, trying to quit, but relapses after a while.  Thinking about this comparison I recalled the events in the story I had just read and found that there is a lot more to this metaphor than Jekyll’s final letter. 

Becoming Hyde, as Jekyll explains in his final letter, stems from Jekyll’s curiosity regarding the dual nature of man. His curiosity becomes experimentation with drugs and potions, which then turns into an unhealthy obsession with being Hyde, that eventually ends in his own demise. Often we see the same steps of progression with drugs. Someone might ‘just be curious’ about a drug or two, and this interest turns into an experimentation when they are offered a pill, cigarette or perhaps even a needle. Because just one time wouldn’t hurt, right? A vulnerable person can easily become hooked on these drugs and they may, at one point, realise they have gone too far, at which point they might attempt to quit. Though quitting drugs is not an easy task, and relapses are bound to happen. Eventually it can get so bad that this person ends up dying, most likely from an overdose, as a result from their own curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat drug addict/doctor, as they might say. Even Jekyll’s quote: “I knew well that I risked death [...] but temptation [...]  at last overcame the suggestions of alarm.”  Where he talks about making and drinking his potions to unlock becoming Hyde, but it also sounds awfully a lot like a person who has become dependent of drugs, knowing it could kill them but still risking it all in need of a hit, even if it turns out to be their last one. 

The enjoyment Henry gets from Edward is similar to the enjoyment of taking drugs, for some. This, especially, when Jekyll describes how it felt to be Hyde. “[...] and I came to myself as if out of a great sickness. There was something strange in my sensations, something indescribably new and, from its very novelty, incredibly sweet. I felt younger, lighter, happier in body [...]”  Which sounds very similar to the feeling someone could experience when taking drugs, moreso when they habitually take them and have grown dependent on them. 

Towards the end we see some examples Hyde’s / Jekyll’s erratic behaviour regarding drugs and the potion that he needs [how more on the nose could you be]. This impatient agitation exhibited by Jekyll, also towards Dr Lanyon having his items, reads like a drug addict desperately ‘needing’ their next hit, no matter the measures they have to take in order to receive it. 

Even how Jekyll sometimes wakes up as Edward Hyde is reminiscent of a hangover, or coming back to your senses after a trip. You start the night fairly normally, just like any other, and wake up as a different person with no recollection of the events of the prior night. Jekyll wakes up with a similar experience, having gone to bed like usually and waking up as Hyde, without knowing how it happened. 

Edward Hyde’s different, and frankly, uglier, appearance from Henry Jekyll can be connected to how drugs can alter someone’s looks. I’m sure you have seen those Public Service Announcements, or memes, that show us a set of people and what they looked like before and after their drug addiction, each having used a different kind. All of these people had their looks deteriorated so badly, some more than the other. It ties in with the hideousness of Jekyll when he becomes Hyde. Before Hyde, Jekyll is described/regarded as a well-liked, well-looking, although aged, and respectable gentleman, while Hyde, although much younger, is described to take on the looks of a troll, a demon trying its best to imitate a human, And we see that Jekyll’s health takes a decline whenever Hyde takes over. He even resorts to complete seclusion when it happens, although first thought to be a connection to depression, it’s more that he is ashamed of having “used” Hyde again. This especially because

Dr. Lanyon’s, Utterson’s and people in general’s reaction to Hyde. Dr Lanyon stopped being friends with Dr Jekyll because he ‘began to go wrong, wrong in the mind’ and started busying himself with ‘scientific heresy’. Drug users are often seen as ‘having gone down the wrong path’ much like Jekyll. Drug abuse is frequently a reason for friends and family to not have contact with someone anymore, despite still loving them. Those not closely related to Jekyll look upon Hyde with disdain. They would rather steer clear of him, and is said to be pure evil, despite these people not knowing him. This kind of perception of Hyde is almost similar to the stigma that surrounds drugs and its users, as they are often, unjustly so, demonised, even by strangers on the streets. And even though they need help more than judgements, these strangers discard and vilify them as the scum of the earth and would not turn their heads when one of them ends up dead in the gutter, like how strangers on the streets, including an actual doctor, would kill Hyde more than anything. 

For these oints, and likely more that I have yet to find, I believe that the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde can be interpreted as a story about a spiralling obsession and eventual demise of a drug addict. 

- Thank you for reading -