#narky speaks

[narcoticwriter]

Furina: "Well? Entertain me."

Lumine: "You want me to entertain you? Fine. You're failing to process the last half millenium of trauma and making everyone else suffer for it. Your administration is actively ruining this nation, and you can't be bothered looking up from your circus shows to even check. I haven't seen a government this exploitative of its citizens since Sumeru..."

Paimon: "We haven't been anywhere new since then."

Lumine: "Paimon, I love you but shh. Focalors, the resources you're spending on this gala could have paid the salaries of five researchers to work on your energy crisis. You're sitting up there on your high chair pretending to judge people, but your judgement is shit. There. Am I entertaining you yet?"

Furina, experiencing love for the first time: "(what is this warm feeling in my chest?)"

Charlotte did not process the speed at which her notepad was out nor the crazed fervor in which she was writing in it.

[unbound-space-trash]

just 5 more shifts and I’m free ;-;

[the-offside-rule]

Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - I Know You Hate Me

Requested: via wattpad

Warnings: arguing mainly

"Oh and there's a yellow flag in sector 2 and it appears to be the Ferrari of Charles Leclerc and the Alfa Romeo of Y/n Y/l/n." Y/n hit her steering wheel repeatedly in frustration. What was up with that Monegasque?! After her moment of anger, she took her steering wheel out before hopping out herself. "Y/n! What the fuck?!" he yelled. Charles didn't even give her the light of day and made his way to the medical car while Y/n opted to get a lift on the motorcycle. It didn't take too long but when she got back, oh she had some words to throw about. "No Y/n." She turned her head to her PR standing with a recorder at the ready. "No what? I wasn't going to do anything." she muttered. "I know what you're like. Just stay calm, no matter what is said." Y/n rolled her eyes and nodded. "Yeah fine." Her PR left the room before having to come back in.

"Y/n?" her PR said. "Yeah?"

"You have a visitor-" before she could even finish her sentence, she heard the door get slammed. "Y/n! What the hell?!" Y/n snapped her head around to a barking Charles. "Charles, can you go outside-"

"No, no. It's fine. Let him speak. I'll meet you out in the media pen." Y/n said reassuringly to her PR before she took her leave and left Y/n and Charles to talk and by that, I mean Charles rambling on over and over again about how irresponsible Y/n was for not letting him by, and Y/n having the replay on her TV just to provoke him. She nearly laughed a few times at how easily he could be wound up. "Can you stop blaming me for that crash? You turned in on me." she chuckled before returning to her phone. "It may not have occurred to you, but those blue flags mean you have to move out of the way!" Charles snarled. "I did move! You can't exactly miss my car Charles, it's white and red!" Charles rolled his eyes. "I think I'd know if you moved out of the way."

"Well the replay is on the screen so go ahead and look at it pretty boy!" she snarled. Charles laughed hysterically. "You are so fucking frustrating! I hate you!" Y/n lowered her phone a little and looked him up and down before smirking. "Oh really? Do say it again." he clenched his jaw and uttered "I hate you" with venom to his tone. "You don't hate me, I've known you since karting Charles and you don't hate me." Charles knotted his brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Y/n laughed as if he'd just told her a joke. "You're serious? It's so obvious!" He was beyond confused at this point. "I still don't follow." Y/n groaned and began explaining. The more she explained, the more it made sense and Charles began to doubt himself. What if that was the reason he'd been so narky with her? "And for that very reason Charlie boy, I think you love me." She was of course teasing, she'd been making it up to wound him up but Charles was thinking now. "How did you come up with that?" Charles asked. "I can read you as clearly as I can read my instagram feed. You love me, you want to kiss me." Y/n replied simply. Charles smirked and decided to join in on the teasing. He got up from his chair and walked painfully slow towards her. Y/n shifted in her seat as he got ever so much closer. What was he up to? "You think you're smart don't you princesse," he purred. She gulped down hard upon hearing his raspy voice. "You think you know me inside and out but you don't even know yourself all that well because no matter how much you deny it, you can never truthfully say you wouldn't want to kiss me back." Y/n found herself as red at Charles' race suit.

She became a stuttering mess as Charles leaned in even closer an decked her cheek. "We'll see how long you can deny the idea of my lips on yours, maybe even something else-" her breath hitched before the moment was ruined by her PR knocking at the door. "You two alright in there?" Y/n let out her breath and watched as Charles walked towards the door. "Y-yeah! We're just finished talking now." Y/n stuttered as Charles grabbed the door handle and grinned a boyish schoolboy grin before uttttering the words

"Let the games begin princesse."

[writing-for-life]

Completely with you on that one. I think it comes from two things:

1. The need to give the m/m ship validation

2. A post that’s been circulating (which the shippers love and share for that reason), which somewhat stated this as fact and tried to give it weight by saying “Neil liked it” repeatedly in a FB group, too (when Neil himself says that his likes are never endorsement of opinion, and he sometimes just likes stuff because he appreciates the effort that went into the thought process behind a post, or even because it flickered across his screen and he liked it accidentally). And they get extremely narky if you don’t agree, and pretty much treat everyone as if they’re subhuman idiots if they dare speak against the “word of the lord” (toxic fandom in action—that’s how we end up with fanon that’s sold as canon I guess).

I’ll plonk a few links in here, otherwise this will get super long, but I’ve written about it a million times.

I think we can safely assume it was a dream sent by Daniel because Jill Thompson’s concept art for the movie that never happened (the concept art was put together with Neil, so he wanted it that way) actually has Daniel in it, and that’s no coincidence:

Neither is the fact that Destruction visited Daniel and then appears in Hob’s dream, although Hob has no clue who he is.

Neither is the fact that we see Destruction wandering off into the cosmos until we only see a star in Brief Lives, and that Morpheus/Dream turns into a star in The Wake. And that star is in every flipping frame with a sky from that moment onward (last reblog, scroll down):

Neither is the fact that Death talks about “Life and death being one’s own” in Façade, and that Destruction’s life is his own and Morpheus’ death is his own. They both chose. They both got away on their own terms. And I always took that as the reason they’re in Hob’s dream as a “parting gift” from Daniel, because it also brings Hob’s arc to a good end: his life (and death, should he ever so choose—let’s ask him again in a few million years 😉) are his own, too (lots of really good reblogs/thoughts/discussion in this one):

I’m always so surprised that people don’t put these details together, because they’re all right there. In all fairness though, I’ve been sitting with the comics for 30 years, and it took me a long time, too. You really need a couple of rereads to pick up on all the nuance and detail. But really nothing is coincidental in The Sandman. There are breadcrumbs everywhere, even in post main arc stories like Dream Hunters.

The idea of Morpheus even wanting to exist in Hob’s dream with all his memories (and feelings of guilt!) intact is something so antithetical to me, I don’t even know where to start. He would hate that. It’s completely and utterly OOC. It’s not who he is, and I think it’s mischaracterising him badly to think it is.

So yes, the ways people bend themselves out of shape for the ship and the happily ever after is certainly interesting. Whatever floats people’s boat, it’s totally okay as head-canon. But as canon?

It makes no sense, and I just can’t see it.

Considering the wild popularity of the ship, I have an inkling they might frame it ambiguously for the series (just like a few other things). Will they make it explicit though? I honestly doubt it, again: It makes no sense.

I still don't understand where does come this idea that Morpheus now lives in Hob's mind as a dream and is what.... Condemned to live there forever? If they argue, he can never go out? If Hob doesn't want to see him, he has stop sleeping? Seriously how does it work? 😂

I know he was seen visiting Hob in a panel after his death but I saw no proof in this panel that,

It wasn't a dream sent to Hob by the new Dream of the Endless/Daniel to allow Hob to say goodbye...

If it was Morpheus himself, that he lives there... If he's a dream why would he be only Hob's dream?

I just don't see a former Endless and king of a dream realms for millenia suddenly become a dream and subject of the new king, a king he designated before he died, with all that it implies... I mean, if it's your headcanon that's super fine especially if it makes you happy to think that Morpheus stays alive this way; I can see why it would seem romantic for shippers in theory - in practice it would quickly turn to Hell 🤣 - ! But I see several posts mention it as a canon fact and it makes me so confused because it seems very fanfiction territory to me...

I personally find the idea of him being trapped in some guy's dream no much better than being trapped in a fishbowl for 100 years except that the host is nicer and probably throws in some food and clothes for him at least 😐

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Liability

Fandom: Bullet Train

Pairing: Tangerine x Female Reader

Characters: Tangerine, Female Reader, Lemon

Tags: Bullet Train, Arguing, Friendship, Insecurity, Fucking, Fingering, Smut, Mild Angst, Kissing, Interupted Sex, Aftercare’s a bit shit, Moustaches, Tangerine & Lemon, Lemon & Reader are tight, established friendship, Female Reader, Penis in Vagina Sex, Fucking against a wall, quickies, if one of y’all speaks Japanese I am very sorry, Readers Codename is Peach

Summary: Reader and Tangerine fight and make up

Notes: that bit where tangerine 🍊 gets interrupted yeah it’s a bit different

‘Whoever killed him has that suitcase,’ Tangerine said.

‘A diesel,’ Lemon said, clicking his finger and pointing at me. I smirked as Tangerine’s jaw tightened.

‘A Diesel definitely has that briefcase,’ I said looking at Lemon who sat across from me.

‘Will you stop comparing everything to Thomas the fucking tank engine?!’ Tangerine snapped as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. Lemon and I fell quiet for a moment as we watched him heave a heavy sigh. Silence fell between the three of us, well four if you counted the contractors dead son who was sitting beside us blood staining his cheeks. Finally, Lemon piped up, ‘Well it’s not an Edward who’s got it is it?’

‘For fuck-‘ Tangerine started but I cut him off.

‘Oh don’t be so narky,’ I snapped back, ‘besides the blokes dead now nothing we can do about it. I say we find the briefcase-‘

‘Oh so the white death can chop off just one limb each instead of both-‘

‘Well what do you suppose we do? We can’t magic him back to life but we can find the briefcase it’s on this train somewhere for fuck sake,’ I said, irritation riling inside of me.

I loved Tangerine. Adored him but sometimes he was really fucking irritating. Always looking on the black side of things. Always worrying. We’d always got out of things before. Why would it be any different this time?

‘Yeah well maybe if you had kept track of it like you were supposed to we wouldn’t be in this fucking mess,’ he spat.

‘Oh is that right? All three of us were responsible for it not just me. Because this job was for the three of us if I remember rightly.’

‘Well maybe I liked it better when it was just the two of us,’ he grumbled.

‘Tangerine-‘ Lemon interjected but I was hot on his tail that rage bubbling up.

‘Oh is that right?’ I said, ‘you’d rather it was just you? Just the guys?’

‘You know what…yeah,’ Tangerine said. His jaw was set and his eyes stony.

‘I’m just a liability huh?’ I said. My arms were folded now trying to hold myself together. I could feel the ache around my chest as I looked at him, almost egging him on to say all the things I’d worried about since I’d first joined the boys.

‘You’re not a liability-‘ Lemon said, looking between me and his brother as if we were two tennis players slinging the ball across the court to one another.

‘Well she’s not a fucking help,’ Tangerine said in a low voice that almost sounded like a growl. If I wasn’t so angry I’d be turned on with how he looked right now. His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark and flaming. His arms were pulsing against his shirt, tight and taught against his muscles.

We locked eyes for a moment, neither of us wavering until finally I broke contact. I turned in my seat grappling with the coat I had thrown across the head rest.

‘Peach,’ Lemon said as I stood up next to Tangerine who rolled his eyes. I was trapped in my seat and he didn’t seem to want to move, no doubt seeing that as giving in somehow.

‘Move,’ I said, looking down at him with a look of disgust.

‘Look Peach,’ he said, holding a large hand clad in thick rings in front of me.

‘I said move,’ I repeated withholding the urge to knock that hand out of my way. He and Lemon shared a look before he swivelled his legs to the side of his chair creating a small and awkward valley for me to shimmy through. I manoeuvred carefully through the gap, trying to save some face and hopefully not fall over. As I got out he moved his long legs back under the table and rested his hand upon it his fingers interlaced.

I looked at them both for a moment and then turned my gaze on Lemon solely.

‘I’m going to go and search this half of the train,’ I said pointing towards my right. I could feel Tangerine’s gaze upon my face but I refused to look anywhere but Lemon’s direction. He was trying to pay attention to me but his gaze kept flitting to his twin, what I assume he thought was unnoticed.

‘If you could do me a favour and search the other side, that is of course if you can tear yourself away from playing the blame game and actually do something useful,’ I said and without looking at anyone else I turned on my heel and strutted down the carriage and through the door to the adjoining compartment. Once I was through the door I darted into the toilet amidst the two carriages and locked the door behind me. I threw my coat on a peg on the door and went to look in the mirror. As I stood in front of the mirror, my hands gripping the sink in front of me, I realised I was shaking. With anger or insecurity I didn’t know.

I had been with the boys for a few months now. We’d met on a job and I had gotten them out of a tight spot. They had thanked me endlessly and promised me they���d make up for it. I’d told them that I wasn’t the kind of girl to hold onto a promise. So I cashed it in straight away and asked them to add me onto the team. I needed back up. And I figured having me there added an extra layer of believability to their outfit. Sometimes things needed a woman’s touch.

And sometimes being a woman was really fucking hard. I don’t know why I had gotten so upset. I knew that it had only been months but I thought I had become…one of them. I thought we were a team. I wanted to be part of the team. Not someone to sling the blame at when things got sticky. Not someone who was held to a different standard. Not a liability.

I let go of the sink and stood back assessing my appearance. My hair was slicked back in a hair clip and my outfit was simple. A tight sweater and a short leather skirt with knee high boots that were surprisingly easy to fight in, not to mention the heel packed a punch when sacking someone in the Crown Jewels. I decided not to bother taking my coat as I left the small bathroom figuring I’d come back for it later. I peeped a glance down the window to the carriage I had come from. Lemon was still sitting there though he didn’t notice me at the door as he was deep in conversation. I moved out of the small connection and into the next compartment quickly reminding myself of what I was here for. I needed to forget everything. I needed that briefcase.

I walked along the carriage slowly, my eyes roving over every nook and cranny the case could have been stuffed into. I mumbled general ‘hellos’ and offered smiles whenever I crossed paths with someone which fortunately was few and far between on this side of the train. My path continued through a few more carriages though as I got to the back of the train I realised my mission was ironically, fruitless. I had made it to the back of the train now, a room full of controls and panels. I bent down a little my eyes scanned every single one trying my best to commit it to memory though it being all in Japanese did hinder me a bit. I spoke minimal Japanese and my reading skills weren’t much better. I sighed and pulled back deciding to head back and find the boys.

As I opened the door to the control room stepping back into the stock room. It was jam packed with cupboards and trolleys that the staff used to dole out snacks and beverages. And there, leaning against one of the snack trolleys was Tangerine. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed him. How long had he been there? And why was he just lingering?

I folded my arms across my chest which made him smirk.

‘Come to check I’ve done my job?’ I said coolly.

‘Just making sure this side of the carriage is done,’ he said leaning up off of the snack trolley. We stared at each other for a moment until I broke and moved towards the opposite door heading back to the carriages but he was quicker and before I could get there he was stood in my way.

‘Tangerine,’ I grumbled trying to step around him.

‘Wait,’ he mumbled. I looked up at him and he was watching me with a soft expression, pleading in his eyes.

‘Why should I? Besides thought you wouldn’t want to be hanging around to much with me. What with me being a liability and alll,’ I said trying to move past him again but he grabbed my shoulder keeping me in place.

‘You can’t even let me apologise without that smart fuckin mouth interrupting huh?’ he sighed.

‘Funny, I didn’t hear much of an apology coming at me,’ I griped folding my arms across my chest but they were only there for a second as the dropped to my waist as I stood there stunned now feeling his large hands on the sides of my face as his lips met mine.

He kissed me with fervour and I allowed him too, then, once my mind caught up with everything that was happening I kissed him back. My arms wrapped around his neck as his hands trailed down my body finding my waist and pulling me into him so our bodies were forced together.

‘What was that?’ I said breathily as I pulled back.

‘Me trying to say I’m sorry,’ he smirked, ‘figured it was the only way to shut you up.’

‘You kissed me to shut me up?’ I snapped trying to pull out of his grasp. Panic flooded his face as his grip tightened around me stopping me from moving, ‘no, no, look I didn’t mean it like that.’

‘Then what did you mean?’ I said.

‘Look,’ he said, ‘I really am sorry okay?’

‘Oh yeah what for?’

‘For blaming you,’ he said, ‘it wasn’t your fault. The briefcase I mean…it was mine. I watched you put it away and I didn’t say anything…I didn’t say anything because I was too busy staring at your arse in that skirt. In fact I’ve been too busy staring at you a lot of the time…’

‘Tangerine,’ I sighed as he leaned down and kissed me once more. And again. And again.

‘We can’t-‘ I said as he walked me backwards until my back collided with a snack cart. I groaned as his lips met my neck and he sucked a little, making me shiver in my core.

‘I know,’ he said, kissing my neck again as his hands roamed down my body, cupping under my ass so he could lift me up onto the top of the trolley counter.

‘The case,’ I grumbled but my thoughts were disappearing one by one until my mind was only on his lips which were showering kisses all over whatever flesh was on show.

His lips moved back to mine and we kissed deeper than before until he broke away and said, ‘I’m not gonna finish anything if all I can think about is fucking you.’

He looked at me watching me closely as if waiting for permission but I didn’t say anything instead my hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him into me. As we made out my hands danced up and made their way into his hair pulling on it. I felt one hand on my thigh pushing up until it was fully under my skirt his fingers grabbing on my hip as his thumb trailed across my underwear instantly making me shiver.

I moaned biting on his lower lip as his fingers moved rubbing through my underwear which was getting slicker by the minute. My hands left his hair as I started fumbling with his pants trying to get them unbuttoned as fast as I could. I could feel him underneath the fabric. Pressed up against it tight and rigid begging to be relieved. My palm rubbed over it making him grunt as his mouth returned to my neck.

All of a sudden he was missing. His hands, his fingers, his mouth. All gone. And as I looked up I spotted him now across the carriage shifting uncomfortably as he straightened up and a train attendant stepped through the sliding glass door with her trolley. She smiled at me and then at him and we both smiled back trying to sell the illusion that nothing was amiss.

She nodded at me and it was only then I realised I was still sitting on top of the counter. I hopped off smoothing my skirt out and trying to ignore the warm stickiness in my knickers.

‘Tororī kara nanika hoshīmono wa arimasu ka?’ She asked looking at me and then at Tangerine. Who, entirely unlike himself, looked like a deer in headlights which made me smirk.

‘No?’ he said though it was more a question than an answer.

‘Īe, dōmo arigatō,’ I smiled at her. Even if I wasn’t too sure of what she actually asked my confidence in the reply seemed to land right with her as she turned her attention away from the both of us. She busied herself with her cart stowing it away and placing everything where it should be. I stepped around her and though he was still flustered I grabbed him by the waistcoat and pulled him outside. He followed me willingly as we got into the adjoining my eyes scanning for anywhere we could hide. Spotting a toilet I pulled him inside and our bodies collided again, the interruption long forgotten.

He pushed me up against the wall as his mouth returned to my neck and his hands carressed down my body. My fingers grappled with his waist coat pulling it open. He shirked it off of his back barely losing contact with me. As my hands focused on his pants he hiked my leg up around his waist, his fingers returning to their position from before. He moved my underwear to the side teasing between my folds with his fingers before he inserted two fingers into me. He stopped as his rings became flush with me instead opting to pump in me shallowly his thumb now honed in on rubbing my clit. I shivered under his touch my hands now frantically trying to get his pants down. As I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them out of the way along with his underwear he sprung out.

He was thick, uncut and slick with precum. It oozed along my fingers as I grabbed hold gently moving my hand back and forth. He moaned as I touched him panting against my neck.

‘Fuck me Peach,’ he grumbled.

‘I’m trying to,’ I chuckled, grinding against his hand. This seemed to rev him up into another gear. He pulled back looking at me with a smile which widened as I gasped when his fingers left me. With one leg already hiked up he found the other and forced it to join making me wrap my legs around him. One hand gripped behind my back, which was pressed against the wall partly holding me up, and his other pressed the wall next to my head. My hands gripped around his neck praying he wouldn’t drop me.

The hand against the wall came down between us as he took over where I’d left off tugging himself until he was lined up with me. He looked at me carefully teasing my slit a little as he waited for permission. I nodded and in one swift movement he entered me down to the base.

I hissed as he bottomed out. His fingers were a good warm up act but this was a lot thicker taking me a minute to adjust.

‘You alright darlin?’ he asked and I nodded pulling him in towards me so I could kiss him. I could feel him smirking as I kissed him then as he started to move in and out of me he mumbled, ‘good because I’m not stopping.’

He was moving quicker now building momentum as that old familiar feeling climbed higher and higher like a wave waiting to crash back down. One hand stayed wrapped around me whilst his other held my hip so he could pound up into me. He held me so tightly I knew I was going to have bruises later on. I didn’t know what to do. I was gripping onto him for dear life, relishing in the pleasure each movement gave me. My lips attacked him everywhere kissing, nipping, sucking wherever I could get and pulling whatever fabric I had to out of the way so I could continue.

That was when I heard the change in his breathing and felt the rhythm change in his hips. He wasn’t going to last much longer. And my climax was coming too.

‘Kiss me,’ I mumbled pulling him towards me.

‘You’re the boss,’ he said leaning in and locking lips with me. It was slightly more tender than I anticipated but I didn’t care. I ground down against him, creating friction against my clit which knocked me over the edge.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,’ I whimpered as I came, my walls convulsing around him making him grunt and pick up the pace. He moved quicker chasing his high and I shivered suddenly feeling tender as he hammered into me. His eyes were closed as I watched him but they opened as my fingers pushed an errant hair that had fallen in his face out of the way. My fingers traced down his face, stroking it gently as my thumb ran across his bottom lip.

‘Cum for me baby,’ I whispered. He nodded as if it was any simple instruction and a second later I felt him spill into me. He moved in and out a couple more times before he fell against me, pinning me between him and the wall. His head came to rest in the crook of my neck for a minute. His breath was heavy and wet but in all honesty I didn’t care. In fact, I found myself stroking his face. We stayed like that for a moment until we both seemed to come to our senses, or rather back to reality.

He slipped out of me and helped me until I was standing on my own two feet. I could feel wet stickiness pooling between my legs and I cursed myself for not taking my underwear off. Now I was going to be sitting like that all night. As he tucked himself back into his pants and redressed I grabbed a couple sheets of toilet paper and cleaned up a little, washing my hands after. As I stood at the sink I felt him come up behind me. I looked back at him in the mirror and smiled. He smiled too as his hand rested on the counter top, trapping me in between them. He leaned down and kissed my cheek and before I could do anything he left, leaving me standing facing myself in the mirror.

As I did, regret and anguish flooded through me. What had I just done? We had a case to work. A job to do. He couldn’t stop thinking about my arse before how was I supposed to carry on without thinking about everything that just happened. I’d thought with my vagina not my head. I’d potentially fucked up our entire working dynamic. I mean, he was to blame too but if I hadn’t opened my smart fucking mouth maybe this wouldn’t have happened. He was right.

Maybe I was a liability.

[stripesquadsideblog]

deidara you sarcastic little shit.

[narcoticwriter]

You are are into pussy lately

If we're talking about Xilonen, sure. But I'm allregic to cats.

[gamingperipety]

7 from the ask game for all the ROs?

From this ask game.

7. What does their voice sound like? Are they good at singing? Speaking?

Dominik has a deceptively joyous, charismatic yet assertive voice. He doesn't hesitate when he speaks, always sure of what he has to say at all times. He's also very calculated at what he expresses through speaking but masks it well through various means. His words often have more than the initial meaning. When it comes to singing, I think he'd be okay at it, but nothing extraordinay.

Teht has a very smooth, smoky voice; slightly deeper than what people expect them to sound like. They're not good at singing, mostly because they never held an interest in it but they're a great speaker, however sometimes people can't tell when they're being sarcastic. They use full sentences and sometimes slightly bigger words; however they try to eliminate them from daily conversations as much as possible.

Zet's tone can come off as uninterested, their voice is more of the quiet type and often it lacks emotional nuance but it doesn't come off as cold or dismissiv. They don't rase their voice often, so if they do it's kind of a big deal. They're soft spoken and they don't speak a lot. When it comes to singing, I don't think they'd be good at it, and they'd be embarrassed to try in front of other people.

Miata has a very nuanced voice, it's strong, certain and it has a slight melodic undertone to it. She can be blunt but also thoughtful, often refusing to speak if she does not have the right words to express what she means. She has a slight accent but nothing too noticable. Miata is good at singing.

Narkis has a deep, slightly guttural voice that along with his demeanor gives the impression of him being arrogant and permanently annoyed. He can sing well but he'd rather die than have anyone listen to him do so. When he speaks Narkis tends to have a bit of an accent, sometimes cutting words and sentences short to get to the point faster.

Prisca is absolutely tone deaf. Can't sing to save her own life but has a nice voice; she often calibrates it to sound professional but it always comes across laced with empathy that gives people the incorrect impression of a more naive girl than that of the skilful contractor she really is. When flustered her voice tends to get a bit 'sharper'.

Herian has a default slivery voice; It's often hard to tell what they're really thinking just from the tone of their words. They're very good at switching it up, as they have a wide vocal range. Sometimes they do it just for the fun of it or to emphasize something. They were forced to go through singing lessons as a child but they never quite enjoyed it. When it comes to speaking, despite their status, when deep emotions are involved, they can't hold back and sometimes say things they might come to regret. Their sentences are full, leaning on the formal usage of words.

Shin is naturally good at singing. Their tone rages from playful and teasing to deep and seductive. They have a lower timbre that people often find quite attractive and very easy to the ears. Their sentences vary on who they're talking to, they're very good at adapting depending on the people and they way they get addressed.

Kalipso is good at singing, will do so if desired. Their voice has a slight rasp yet at the same time a light feel to it that tends to put people at ease. While they don't have an accent, they tend to use words from their native tongue in their sentences. Like Shin, they can adapt depending on the circle they're integrating when it comes to the way the use their words, however Kalipso is a bit more filtered but at the same time they speak a lot more than Shin does. They like imitating voices and manners of speaking for the fun of it.

Deoki has an unintentionally husky and melodic voice; as well as a quite calming tone. They would love to be able to sing but they never tired it for reasons that can be explored in game. When it comes to speaking, they don't speak much but they're good at it and have a flowly and good way with words, however most of the time their sentences are quite short. They'll speak more when sleepy and their tone is way softer and slightly more carefree.

[19thsentry-blog]

Anarka, Meet Jagged

Miraculous Ladybug Fanfic (Anarka Couffaine/Jagged Stone Oneshot)

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"I mean, there's always the Raincomprix kid, right?" Fester's feet were straight in the air, resting against the back of the ratty ass couch in his garage; his mohawk grazed the concrete from where his head was hung off the seat. He had a jar of imported cheese puffs in hand, shoveling them in his mouth with big handfuls, and a couple fell out between his fingers and rolled underneath the drum set that they had somehow managed to make fit around Fester's dad's golf kit and tool chests.

Anarka stared at him, mouth agape. "…Are you fucking kidding me?"

The last thing their band needed was to get laughed off the stage when they introduced themselves:

Fester!

Anarka!

Raven!

…And fucking Roger.

Johnny finally decided to stop being a colossal douche and actually agreed to book them to play at Fuzzies, the CBGB knock-off every band of hooligans ached to headline at. This was it. It wasn't just a badge of honor to play at Fuzzies--it was a sign that you were worth your shit, and now it was their turn. They had finally made their break. …Only to have their lead singer and guitarist, Serge, pull a disappearing act because he was a horndog, got a girl pregnant, and didn't want to end up part of some shotgun wedding.

Fester sucked cheese dust off his black-painted fingertips. "He knows a few of our songs. He could learn to scream--"

Anarka threw her guitar pick with force, landing it squarely in Fester's mouth, causing him to cough and hack like a moron. "Absolutely fucking not. We are not letting that nancy ass choir boy in the band. He wouldn't know rock if it bit him on the ass!"

Raven tossed her magazine on the wobbly three-legged table next to her and clapped her hands, dropping them between her knees. "Narky. Baby doll. I'm fucking tired of auditions. If you're so opposed, you go find someone--but you're teaching them the set. At this point, I'm willing to slap Roger on the ass and call it good."

Anarka grit her teeth. There was no way that in the entire city of Paris there was not one person better than Roger. Anarka grabbed her guitar rougher than intended, the strings letting out a twang of discomfort. "I am not giving up on our sound like my shitty bandmates!" she shot back, although it didn't have the desired effect. Raven rolled her eyes at her, popping bubble gum while Fester looked entirely unbothered at the insult, rubbing his throat from his hacking fit. "Am I the only one who cares here?"

Fester and Raven shared a look--that Anarka-is-having-another-shit-fit kind of look, which suspiciously reminded her of the one Ma Gracie and Pa tended to share. "Ach, fuck it, you guys are worthless!" 

Anarka marched the twenty minutes down to Fuzzies alone, her guitar banging against her back, slamming open the door to the record store so loud that the rarely perturbed Johnny actually jumped at her entrance. The other patrons turned to look at her as she stomped up to the counter and slapped her hand down. Johnny stared down at her frowning face, his half-lidded eyes watching with a subtle spark of interest behind his small circular black lenses. He leaned back on his stool and blew cigarette smoke out between slightly amused pursed lips.

"Yeah?" He said lazily, prompting her to speak.

When Anarka first met Johnny, he had kind of impressed her. He was the mysterious shopkeep, the guy with all the 'forbidden' records Ma Gracie would have had a heart attack over, and he could talk about any band with a casual firmness that indicated that he was a guy who knew music. And that was the exact opposite of who she had been, the nervous pre-teen in braces with imposter syndrome. But that wasn't her anymore.

"You know everyone." She said flatly, hand still splayed out on his desk.

His smirk became more pronounced around his cigarette. "Yeah."

"We need a guitarist--you're gonna give me someone." She could sing the lyrics her-damn-self; it wasn't like she was asking for a miracle here. There was no way Johnny didn't know someone that could play for them, at least for their gig at the shop.

Johnny tapped ash into the tray on the counter while he held one long pointer finger out behind her. "You've seen the board. You can post whatever notice you want up there. I'm sure someone would be interested."

Yeah, as if he didn't already know they'd done that weeks ago. "No, fuck the board. Your board fucking sucks."

"Hey!" he said back in mock offense.

"You've gotta know somebody. I know you do."

Johnny stood on his lanky legs and jammed his cigarette into the ashtray. "And what makes you think I'd give you a name?" His tone had turned sharp, eyes challenging her from behind those black lenses, making Anarka's stomach flip despite herself. She wasn't scared of anyone, and she took great pains to remind people of that fact, but…alright, yeah, she was still just some snot-nosed kid compared to the other musicians that Johnny let play here.

He was right, and she knew it. She wasn't Iggy Pop or anything; Johnny had no obligation to help her out of the hole she had found herself in. Fuck, it would probably be more entertaining for him to watch their rag-tag team of idiots fall apart on stage. But still. Anarka's hand balled into a fist, and she clenched it a few times before letting her other hand drop from the counter.

"Because I need this." Anarka didn't want to sound desperate, but it came off as desperate anyway.  

It was the truth, though. Anarka didn't just want to make music. She didn't just want to play at Fuzzies, the very place that had given her the first taste of something real on this shitty floating rock--she needed it. She'd finally have some way to mark her progress, a way to prove that she was a real musician, that she was making it work. It wasn't fair that her dreams would be ruined just because Serge wanted to get his dick wet.

Johnny looked at her for a second, head tilted a little to the left, before he chuckled low and slow, shaking his head. "Come with me, kid," he said, shuffling out from around the counter. Anarka practically chased him as Johnny sauntered up to the shop's second floor. They passed the shelves of classical music, the bluegrass records, and the folk shit, and she almost rammed straight into Johnny when he randomly stopped in front of one of the aisles.

"Hey, kid," Johnny called out to the person in the aisle. Anarka had to move around his lanky frame to see who he was talking to, nervous that he was fucking with her--which she might have expected.

The boy in the aisle was frowning over a record in his hand, and he jolted a bit at Johnny's voice, turning to look at the hippie shopkeep and the not-so-tough-looking-at-the-moment-but-could-still-kick-your-shin-in punk girl, one dark brow lifting in confusion. To Anarka's relief, he at least looked the role of a real rock and roller--crazy stupid purple hair, black leather jacket, boots. He even wore black eyeliner and eyeshadow. And he was kind of hot, in a sallow sort of way, but more importantly? He wasn't Roger, so even if he sucked gravel through a curly straw on the guitar, she wouldn't even care.

Johnny looked down at Anarka (who was still slightly hidden behind him, trying to look unbothered and aloof and utterly failing) with an all-knowing smirk. "Kid just shipped in from New York. I think he might be able to help you out. Anarka, meet Jagged."

[narcoticwriter]

Aight then. My take is, “Blake and Sun clearly aren’t going to be canon despite the plot going towards that, so let’s just ship her with the chick that only interacted with her for four episodes.”

(And then, like the cucks they are, the studio gave them the fanservice.)

On this lovely day of the world being on fire, please, share shittiest anime/tv show takes you've experienced in your fandoms.

Here, I'll go first. My fav shit take was "Tanjiro's earrings is Japanese imperial flag".

[scalpel-mom-mori]

Gojo, Toji, and Toge for the headcanons.

HELLO NARKY

Gojo:

Headcanon- Gojo is a high-functioning sociopath. He fits pretty well into society, despite being you know, Gojo Satoru, but his symptoms are definitely there if you look for them.

Heartcanon- Semi-related to the above, but Geto being the only person Gojo really had a deep connection with, hurts me regularly, because Geto seems to me to be the one that connected Gojo with the rest of society. I just have many feelings about satosugu, romantic or platonic.

Gutcanon- Gojo is an eldrich being, and inherits the memories of all the previous holders of the Six Eyes.

Junkcanon (not horny. Just more eldrich gojo agenda)- Gojo is an eldrich being and the Six Eyes gives him hallucinations and the ability to see through time.

Spleencanon- Gojo is an eldrich being.

Toji:

Headcanon- He actually cares about Megumi, in a roundabout sort of way. Even if it is because Megumi is the embodiment of all the things he wishes he could have been.

Heartcanon- I think, in a way, he's guilty over not being able to raise Megumi and Tsukimi, but he probably thinks it's for the best really. It's better for Megumi to be angry with him for dying once, rather than twice.

Gutcanon- Sugar baby Toji. If you're paying his bills he'll be a good wife, Way of the Househusband style.

Junkcanon- submissive and breedable toji. Goes with sugar baby toji.

Spleencanon- Toji would actually be a good father if he wasn't too busy running around killing people.

Toge:

Headcanon- Semi-nonverbal. Despite the fact that he has the opportunity to speak, he often doesn't, instead giving nonverbal gestures to express himself.

Heartcanon- Probably volunteers at an animal shelter. I think he thinks animals are easier to be around than people because he doesn't have to speak to them.

Gutcanon- Memelord Toge. No explanation.

Junkcanon- not to bring my thing for his mouth tattoos into this but absolutely to bring my thing for his mouth tattoos into this.

Spleencanon- The second years communicate telepathically, and Kamotoshi is bullied for being out of the loop.

[mass-effect-galaxy]

Jordan Shepard

Name: Jordan Shepard

Born: Mid 2150s, somewhere in Europe - estimated by the Alliance based on Shepard’s genes. The Shadow Broker has a file on Shepard that claims she was born on April 11, 2154, in Brussels and her mother’s name was Waller. However, no matching birth is recorded at any hospital.

Family: She was sold three times before she turned 6. First to an intermediary who then sold her to a family in Denmark. They somehow got in trouble and sold her to another family in America. From that one, Jordan ran away at the age of 12 and finally ended up with the “Tenth Street Reds”, a street gang in San Angelos. 

Background: To avoid a prison sentence at the age of 18, Jordan joined the Alliance via a social project that effectively was hiring biotic potentials from prisons.

Allegiance: Council. Being appointed the first human Spectre is one of the few things Jordan is proud of in her life. She willingly executes Council politics.

Motivation: None. Fighting isn’t really what she wanted to do with her life. First, she did what the Reds told her, then what the Alliance told her and now what the Council tells her. Jordan would rather have a cafe on Illium or run a gift shop on the Citadel than killing people.

Attitude: Impulsive. Jordan is suffering from the side-effects of her over-amped biotic implants. They cause uncontrollable aggressions that turn her into a human wrecking ball. She hates herself for that - what makes her even angrier… 

Racism: Partial. She serves the racist caste system established by the Council. So, she considers the “rouge races” as inferior and the “council races” as superior. Doesn’t think that much of her fellow humans, though.

Abilities: Biotics. 

Talents: She has a talent for languages. Despite lacking proper formal education, she speaks Danish, English, Spanish, and even some Asari.

Sexuality: Undinfed. She is together with Liara but hadn’t thought about considering herself ‘lesbian’ because of it. 

Sports: None. She is lazy and sees no need in lifting bars when she can have mecs flying with her little finger or practice running when she can turn herself into a biotic cannonball instead.

Style: Unflashy. A blouse, jeans, boots, finished.

Eating: A lot. She is a biotic and needs more food than the average human. And she loves cooking and eating.

Drinking: Occasionally

Drugs: No. ‘You don’t use what you sell’ - that’s what they teach you in the streets.

Reading: Some, mostly asari romance fiction

Music: Likes to listen to Liara playing piano, but otherwise no taste for music.

Important People

Liara T'Soni: She needs Liara. Her mind-melding has a soothing effect on Shepard. Being separated from Liara for too long makes Jordan restless and narky. On the other hand, linking herself to the damaged mind of that human makes Liara more and more aggressive.

Samara: While being forced to travel without Liara, Jordan turns to Samara as some kind of surrogate. It doesn’t work and Shepard finds herself firmly rejected.

Mordin Solus: They become good friends during their time with Cerberus. However, Mordin betraying the Council finally forces Jordan to kill him.

[dentedsky]

Spoiler free review of Final Fantasy VII Remake so far:

This game is just gorgeous. I haven't finished it, and if other player's completion time stamps are to be believed I'm almost halfway through. I'm behind my other Aussie friends because I have less free time than them, but anyways...

I can see they've put some real artistic effort into this game; its beauty in its surroundings, in its music, in its voice acting, in its character development... is just wonderful. I'm blown away.

I fricken LOVE Cloud to bits, omg. He's the only douchebag character I have ever and will always love. He's such a fucking dickhead but I love him and I can't stop staring at him or enjoying his voice. Even his idle animations are fascinating. And he's so small compared to every male character in the game that you kinda... idk... I just find it so adorable that he has to look up at any bloke he talks to that he looks like a blue-eyed kitten while trying to be tough and narky... else he's going to end up staring at All The Male Tits. There's little details in him talking to NPCs, where if two people are in discussion with him he will move his head to listen to who's speaking.

I'm loving every character, even the ones I didn't much care for when I played the original game two decades ago (Tifa and Wedge, mainly) but this game has fleshed out the characters, giving them a range of emotions you can empathise with, giving them them little quirks you can have a little giggle at.

The battle system on Normal mode is super fun. Unless you haven't played video games in many, many years, I don't think you need to go Classic or Easy. If I find Normal mode more than manageable, then it should be fine for most gamers. I understand though that some players are playing this after having given up games for over a decade, so I'm glad Classic mode exists for that subset of the fandom.

There's a lot of shipping material in here for every kind of Cloud shipper tbh. You've got your obvious ones, and then you've got your homoerotic one-liners. It's all good for me cos I love it all. All main characters get some decent spotlighting, so my advice to anyone who hates any one character: don't. I mean, just try not to within the sandbox of the canon. Try to enjoy the game without the fandom discourse/wank affecting your enjoyment of this new and wonderful piece of storytelling we have the opportunity to consume.

[kitkat2cats]

2017 – 2018

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  On 12 October 2017 Dear Elgar, I think you are too young to realise that humans are not as well adapted as we felines. They do not seem to have our ability to just let go and curl up and sleep. They mainly seem to sleep when it is dark. Poor things, I think it’s because their eyes are not as good as ours.You must be aware that if you want her to go on serving you let her have a good night’s sleep. I speak from experience. Purrs from Quintus.

13 Oct 2017 ​Dea-purr Quintus she says I is to say thank you for your email even though I felt you were tellings mes offs. Iz gets excited when zshe turns overs in bedz – I think she mights swant zto tickle my belly so I goes ands nuzzles her, somesztimes she pulls my next sto herz which makes me purrrrrrrrrrrrr lotz, butz Iz sdnont understands whys shes cross wiv me & like today at lightening ups inz the zskys wiv birdies teaszings mees she putz me out of her room nd shutsz door on me. I is cryings & puts my paws (thayz be bigg paws I haz *purrrrrrrrrr*) ins gapz under doors but she ignores me. I waz veryz sad nd I cryyd. I is confoozd I just brought her a prezant of birdzy nd she pickd meez up nd putz me outz de door! I  brought zit backs again but now shez stopped me comings in. Meow, 😦 I donts understands) Mew mew meow, moarghomew Elgar xx

On 13 October 2017 Dear Elgar, I was not trying to tell you off, more just trying to make you understand that humans are rather unlike us. I’m sorry yours was so misunderstanding of you. It is hard I know. For  some reason mine get narky when I get on the table. They don’t seem to realise it seems natural to me. They will spray me with water. Can’t understand why. Purrrrs and a nose rub, from Quintus.

25th Nov 2017 Dear Elgar, I hope your human is feeling a bit better. My human has thought of her lots, she has told me about her. I understand you are bigger than me. How is that for you are still not much more than a kitten?Though you do seem quite adventurous, and an expert at hunting. They do not always seem to appreciate this. They do seem to have some funny ideas, mine seem to get cross when I get on the table. It is such a good place to see will is going on, and I can even see out of the window if I face that way. She sometimes sprays me with water which I think is unnecessary, unkind. Funny things humans. Purrrrrrs to you and my aunty Muffin, and Arya, Quintus 

Dearapurrr Quintus I iz understanding yous – this one had a shock last nights (purr purr purr miaowwwwwwwwwww!! So funny) I had posted a toad through the slightly blocked cat flap (I has got Muffin to type – much faster & I am licking her ears) but my hooman didn’t know until she came to lock up last night. She was squealing (I don’t think it was with delight though 😦  ) as she had to pick it up & put it out of the flap – I was watching & it kepts leaping all over the place she got it onto the cat flap door but as she tried to put it out it jumped at her – she said some words I don’t hear very often – Muffs sez it’s shwairing – it took hooman over 5 mins to get toady out the hole! I waz giggling inside so much I fellz over n my legs were in the air!

Poor you being shqirted wiv water – not nice ats all! My hooman makes a noise like a snake which I knows is bad so I always try to gets as flats as possibles as snakes are naszty thhngs . sometimes I has to run away, but so far no sprayz wiz water. I got my hooman up today at 8am (so she sez) its waz urlier az dem birdiez wer teasing me so muches.

I is off to getz more birdz I thinks – I don’ts knows waz the problemz iz about it coming ins the house to be eats – after all my others foods are INDOORS – silly hooman! Purrs n no fleas (I don’t like havings that stuff on my neck but the bittings has stopped so I gez its a goods things reeelys) Speaks soon Elgar xx *purrrrrr*

On 27 Nov 2017

Miaowy greetings Uncle Quintus 

I is finally able to get my paws on hooman’s computery thing. Thank you for your writings. My hooman has been very poorly mother says & I am supposed to be keeping her warm, buts this is difficults at times as she moves me off, or says “Feet” – I knows I is meant to sits on her feet as they get cold (I never has cold feets have you?) but they are bony & she wriggles so I need to pounce, then she gets cross with me.

I sometimes worry about this thing of my hooman getting cross. Yesterday she smacked my nose! I was not happy at all with this, and the only reason was I was trying to clean out her breakfast bowl before she had finished – I don’t think I was unreasonable as she had taken HOURS to eat it…

Last night Aunty Muffin boxed my ears – I was just supporting her in keeping our hooman warm, I can’t help it if I am a bit bigger than Aunty Muffin – she needs to let ME have some room so I can be comfy shouldn’t she?

Hooman have me a deep groom this morning – she has taken her time over it! I like them every other day – but at least I has had one now. I stretched out for her, but something happened & I forgots – I puts my teeth & claws into my hooman. She put the furminator away & left the bedroom where we was. I got lonely & I still wanted my belly tickled! Such unreasonable behaviour from her at the moment.

She is also very smelly now, & has a REALLY noisy thing that she uses which makes her look like a dragon smoking (I has heard of these mystical creatures – I would like to grow up & be a dragon I think, does you know how I grows up to be a dragon?) she also coughs really loudly at times – so much so I have fallen off her legs – how is I supposed to do my “job” as foot warmer if she kicks me off?

I is in a mess here I thinks. nothing is going the way it should be. I is not worshipped – although my hooman does get me excellent food I suppose. So far she hasn’t sprayed me with the wet stuff deliberately – how bad is your hooman!?! That’s such an insult (unless you wanted some water – we does not have a table as far as I knows.

Right I has better sends this to yous before she comes back from the little room. Aunty Muffin is now sitting where I WANT TO SIT. It is just NOT FAIR! I is the biggest, bestest & only boy cat – surely they should treats me the bests? I is still only a baby in age.

I found a small squeaky thing outside – but it had a pointed nose – my hooman says its a shrew – & that it wouldn’t make good eatings – she knows about stuff like that so I left it on the mat in the kitchen for her. She didn’t say thank you. it’s all too confoosing for me.

Am I at the worst home ever?

sadly love Elgar xXx

28th Nove 2017 Purrrs Elgar, That was a good piece you sent. I will try to answer your questions First I don’t think your home is bad. There are many worse I understand, where you are not fed well and can be shut out when you want to go in. Humans are funny strange animals. They do odd things like getting wet all over in a thing called a bath, but seem to be almost afraid of rain. I don’t like rain much myself but it is natural.

My human tortured me the other day and said it was for my own good. First I was wound up in a towel, and held by the other human in my house, but I got free, cos I’m strong, but it was no use for the door and window was shut so they got me again. So undignified, I think I deserve more respect. Some fur was cut on my neck and some horrible stinging stuff put on. I got out as soon as the window was opened after I had given her a killing look, and almost decided not to go back but I got hungry.

I am training her, I just look at the food in my dish  but I will only eat it if she adds some of my treats, this way I get a few extra, which is good. She says I will get too fat and already looking fatter. It’s only my winter fur is thick, I don’t have to put on funny clothes and she puts on on lots if it is cold then SHE is fat. I guess your human is in a funny mood because she is not well. I would not leave until she is better, if she is still odd then you could visit me, I hope things improve soon. Purrrs , Quintus 

On 29 November 2017 Dear Elgar,Your message was very kind, but really my humans are not really that bad, and I am still training them. I have always plenty of dry food available, and water to drink, though I prefer the water that is outside. I too get treats every evening, and have trained her to give me extra sometimes.

I don’t usually sleep on my humans bed, but do sometimes. I prefer to be where I can roam as she keeps her door shut at night. At the moment my favourite place is a chair half way up the stairs. I can keep an eye on what is happening, though this cold weather makes me sleepy. Today I only went out for short times.

I have not heard about this dreadful monster but maybe I will stay in, especially she says it will be freezing tonight. Even with my thick fur I can not like that much cold. I am glad your human is a bit better.  I think you are all looking after her very nicely. Just remember not to wake her up.  Many purrrrrs to you, Quintus.

2nd December 2017 Dear Elgar, You send very good letters. Thanks. Presents are things that you give or receive. The food you sent me was a present, sometimes to make things complicated it is called a gift. Humans seem to like having different words for the same thing. Very odd. I still have a little of your special food for it is given to r almost like a great, though more than a great. It sounds fun that you search for yours. Mine are put in a special little dish. The special ones for cleaning my teeth are put there too, but at a different time. Yes, it is too cold.  I usually go out lots, but I suppose staying on my chair much of the time. I think I will go out and do, but come in again very soon. I am intrigued , what is a furminator? I think you must be cleaver to hold it. I have you are kind to warm your humans bed, but I guess it is a comfortable place for you too. My human has a cold but she thinks it is almost better, so maybe she will see you on Monday. Purrrr from Quintus, and to Aunty. Muffin and your mother too.

6th December 2017 Purrs Elgar, I am sorry your human is unhappy. I hope she is feeling better today. I nudged my human and she weighed me. She says I am 12lbs, but our scales are not as good as yours. We will try again. My last letter was a bit funny. Maybe the cold does not suit me! I know I have been indoors much more than usual. Fresh air is good for my thinking. (But not too cold).I hope Aunty Muffin is more happy . I s she sick too or just worried about your human. My human says yours has got pneumonia. Perhaps it’s called that because it makes them feel moany. Is yours moany or just sad? Please give Aunty Muffin a nose rub from me, and of course to you. Lots of purrs, Quintus

Oooh Elgar, what do you think of this white stuff they call snow? When I was a kitten I liked to play in it, but this morning I only stayed out briefly, It is still snowing and the trees look as if they are dressed in white, though I am going to curl up on my chair soon. A time called Christmas will be here soon I think. Maybe you will get a present then. I was given a funny mouse like thing but it was not alive, but it had a wonderful scent, which made me play with it as if it was alive. The humans have more things but I liked the paper and ribbon best, and there can be a useful box. They do odd things like put a tree inside and then hang things on it. I thought these were for playing with, but my human says NO! She  was very cross when I tried to claim the . (But that was when I was a kitten). I still play with the hanging things when there is no-one there, though usually they shut the door. I don’t think you should try to climb the indoor tree if you have one as I think you would be too heavy for it. I look forward to hearing your you. Purrrrrrs to Aunty Muffin and your mother, and a nose rub to you. Quintus.

10th December 2017 Dear Uncle Quintus Thank yous got your letter. It is very cold outside isn’t it? Mother, Aunty Muffin & I stayed with our hooman for a Very long time – she didn’t go to sleep very early – not su/purrre why, but she’s kept us all up until about birdie time – but I waz on her lap downstairs whilst she was awake so I go so many cuddles that I ignored the birds & we all slept in until this afternoon. Hooman is cross with herself for not sleeping at what she thinks are the right times to sleep – I don’t understand this as any time is a good time for 40winks! I has been better behaved & have been rewarded for it – so until it becomes boring I will carry on – last night I was chasing treats all around her bedroom! The girls were boring on the bed eating their pile so delicately! Pooh girls are silly! I think it is much more fun to chase my bits of treats – sometimes I miss a bit & find it later!

Hooman wants to know how much of my special food you have left? She said something about presents – which I am confused about a bit – but I think you will get some for your present. I tried to help her do some drawing yesterday – but it seems my paws are just a bit too wide to hold a pencil – I can hold the furminator and it remove some loose fur around my face – I is very clever to do this – neither of the girls can do it! I’m off upstairs to preheat the bed – hee hee what she doesn’t see she can’t worry about! miaory purrs  – Keep Warm Elgar XXX

Dear Elgar,

I think you are too young to realise that humans are not as well adapted as we felines. They do not seem to have our ability to just let go and curl up and sleep. They mainly seem to sleep when it is dark. Poor things, I think it’s because their eyes are not as good as ours.

You must be aware that if you want her to go on serving you let her have a good night’s sleep.

I speak from experience.

Purrs from Quintus

These are letters from Quintus son of Tinto, sister of Muffin. Q is the 5th kit in her litter. He chose to reply to a kitten called Elgar(son of Arya) who was very confused about Humans (hoomans). Their letters span several years 2017 - 2018 On 12 October 2017 Dear Elgar, I think you are too young to realise that humans are not as well adapted as we felines.

[narklos]

I was tagged by my dear friend @stain-is-the-name to answer 21 questions, and I thought it might be a nice little bit of fun.  Nickname: Nark/Narky Real Name: J. Zodiac: Scorpio Favourite Musicians/Groups: Graham Kartna, Pogo Favourite Sports Team: Do E-Sports count? London Spitfires and Froyotech! Other Blogs: @freemansasks and @source-shots. Both are Valve related, suprise suprise... Do I get asks? Sometimes. Mostly on @freemansasks. My inbox is chockablock! How many blogs I follow: 232 Tumblr Crushes: Nope. Lucky Numbers: Whatever’s in my PayPal balance. Haha. What I’m wearing: Blue fleece, tartan pyjama bottoms. Dream Holiday: Russia or Germany.  Dream Car: VW Campervan! Favourite Food: Caesar Salad. Favourite Drink: Orange juice. Basic, but at least you don’t get any unwanted taste surprises. Instruments: Kazoo? Languages: (Some) Turkish, German, English.

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[narcoticwriter]

The thing that really gets me about Elira's stream is that she said MANAGEMENT told them there was a risk of their personal information getting out there and them getting doxxed. There's a few things about that that just don't sit right with me.

1.) You cannot condemn someone for a doxxing that didn't happen, especially if you don't have proof that they were planning on doing so. Collecting information for legal is standard, not shady. So this was 100% meant to paint Selen/Doki as someone who is vindictive, by saying she *could* dox them. Even if she hasn't. Even if she wasn't planning on it.

2.) This tells me that management was intentionally fear mongering. Intentionally riling up the other livers. Either to get them to act out, or to isolate either party. Somethings fishy about that.

3.) This... this feels like classic union busting tactics. I know they're not trying to unionize, but union busting tactics can also be used in situations like these. Which just makes anycolor look worse imo

Agreed! The fact that the company told the livers that she could doxx them is crazy, especially since they were never meant to see those documents in the first place. And I find it surprising that despite the repeated statements from Doki stating that she did not want this to be public, they keep dragging her back into it.

Yup, and I've also heard about how Vox has been doing mentally and this to me feels like a textbook play to get him especially to act out. And given his reputation and previous actions, they were betting on that.

It wouldn't surprise me if this is what they're doing. They're actively breaking the morale of their livers and it seems to be working well enough from the outside. However, I also think they underestimate some of their liver's ability to take bullshit.

In general, I don't think ANYCOLOR realized how anti-corporate a good chunk of their English-speaking audience was and quite frankly, it's a disaster every time they try to do something else after the initial precedent of the termination letter.

I don't see this issue going away anytime soon and quite frankly, I no longer think it should. This is the final nail in the coffin for this branch and if it withers and dies, then I suppose it does.