#please excuse me while i kill myself. for many reasons

[titsthedamnseason]

my mom (a north carolina voter in a swing county): if i knew you weren’t going to talk to me if i voted for trump i would have voted for kamala

[mncxbe]

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: reference post; @soullessfyodor here's my take on Fyodor with a guardian angel♡// ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: delulu, Fyodor's a bit manipulative + has a God complex, dubious relationship between them, possibly inaccurate biblical lore

he knows you're there, knows you exist. growing up in a religious family, he's always been told that his guardian angel was watching over him, making sure he was safe from any danger. but trying to interact with you never actually occurred to him

you showed yourself to him for the first time when he was around ten. he'd caught a terrible flu and his already weak body could barely handle it. so you did your job, you healed him and ever since you visited him more and more often

it was against the rules but what could you do? he was a quiet kid, a bit too intelligent for his own good and you just had a feeling that there was something wrong with him

your suspicions were confirmed once he started joining different criminal organizations. you tried to keep him on a straight path but there wasn't much you could do to change his resolve

"Don't worry, my dear angel, I am quite certain that the purity of my soul is untainted." he smiled as he packed his few belongings in a suitcase.

"I'm begging you, Fyodor. Don't go to Japan it's a bad idea–" you protested but he wouldn't have it.

"I'm not keen on using this argument but I am an adult now, angel. I can make my own decisions"

"You're still acting like a kid" you huffed, fluffing your wings, causing a few feathers to fall on the bed covers. Fyodor chuckled, gently seizing your chin "And you're still acting like my mother. There's no need for you to be so concerned for me"

ever since Fyodor moved to Japan to pursue his plans the relationship between you changed. Fyodor became more secretive, but you still didn't give up on your routine– every night, Fyodor played the cello for you or read you a few pages of his book. those were his little ways of showing you his gratitude for always being there for him

after a few months you could sense a deeper change. he barely talked to you about his plans and every time you tried to voice your concerns he deflected

"My, my, angel. I told you before there's no reason to worry about me." smiled the man, motioning you to join him in bed.

"I'm serious, Fyodor. I can't keep covering up for you. You're killing people don't you realize your actions have consequences for me? And for you too" Fyodor simply laughed, pulling you next to him as he traced the outline of your wings with his fingertips "Am I upsetting the higher ups?" You nodded and his grin widened. Cupping your face with his free hand, Fyodor brought you closer to him.

"Why should I care about that, my dear? After all, I am a God myself, aren't I?" Before you could reply Fyodor placed a kiss to the corner of your lips"You know I'm right."

"You shouldn't say such things"

"You've let so many things slide, angel, I'm sure you can excuse some mild blasphemy"

and you did let it slide, and other things too. there were many things he should've been sanctioned for but you swept them under the rug– no matter what atrocious things he did you still believed he was the sweet Fyodor you once knew

it didn't take long until you lost your place among the angels and were sent to hell. call it divine judgement, or karma, but covering Fyodor's endeavours for so long did have a consequence

as a fallen angel you could still come to earth whenever you pleased but for a while you avoided Fyodor. you were mad he was cruel enough to let this happen. all of this could've been avoided if he would've just listened to you

still, it didn't take long for you to return to him. after spending so much time together you couldn't just ignore him. especially not when you could hear him calling out your name through the endless night in hell

"So, my angel, are you getting accustomed to your new home?" he taunted, his lithe fingers dancing along the cello's cords, his music echoing through the dim-lit room.

"Don't you dare joke about that" you hissed "How did you find out in the first place?"

"I figured, since you stopped visiting for a while..." Taking note of your silence Fyodor sighed, putting down his instrument "I do appreciate your sacrifice, angel. Your devotion is truly remarkable"

You scoffed again at his words, feeling your blood boil "You should be ashamed of yourself. You condemned me to a life in hell."

"You could always come and live with me. You're more than welcome in my humble home" he said in a honeyed vocie as he got up from his chair and moved towards you. He kneeled in front of the futon you were laying on and held your hand. "My dear angel, forgive me. If what I doing wasn't this important I would've given up on my goals. But it can't be helped"

You sighed, running your thumb along his knuckles "Such important plans yet you cannot tell me anything about them."

"Of course not" he smiled "Not now at least, but one day will come when I'll tell you everything. Until then, you'll have to trust me."

You remained silent for a while, a heavy tension settling between the two of you before he spoke again. "You lost your God and your status, but I assume you still have your powers."

"You're correct"

"Then stay by my side, look over me like you always have" The man rose to his feet and leaned closer to you, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear "I can give you a purpose. That's what you need, right?"

"So you're asking me to taint my soul even more? To give up on my principles, on everything."

"You were already deemed a sinner, my angel. You've fallen. I'm offering you a way to rise back up– a new god, a new purpose." Striaghtening his back, he bowed, holding a hand in front of you. "So what do you say?"

You weren't stupid– it was obvious what Fyodor was after. He just needed your powers to keep him alive. You were just another tool, another pawn. But it was the best deal you could've asked for, so you hesitantly accepted his hand. Fyodor smiled, helping you up from the couch before he placed a tender kiss to the back of your hand.

"You and I, my dear, are going to accomplish great things together"

[lazybutsmexy]

... I couldn't control myself. I have no excuses.

Smoke break

Pairing: König x reader (GN)

Word count: 1700+/-

Warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking, blood, König's big hands, you have a stalker, König fixes it.

On AO3

It was a slow Tuesday night at the bar, and you dreaded its end with a passion. Whenever your eyes caught the clock on the wall behind the bar, and realized the hands were not in the same position as the last time you looked, a chill ran down your spine.

Busying yourself with drying an already dry glass, you tried not to think of the man sitting down in a corner of the room, his eyes boring into you in what you could only describe as a predatory manner. You didn't know his name, or what could have put you in his wishlist in the beginning. You only knew he was trouble, alarm bells ringing incessantly in your ears whenever he approached the bar for a refill and tried to lock eyes with you. His incessant stare made your skin crawl and bile to rise up in your throat.

You took another glass, rinsing it under the faucet just so you had a reason to dry it. It was hard not to notice him, and it seemed like he reveled on it too. Aside from him, only two other men were there, sitting by themselves on a table and playing cards while nursing their beers halfheartedly. Behind the bar only your boss was with you, and he was busy counting the earnings of the day. He would be over very soon, you supposed; you could count the amount of clients tonight just out of the top of your head.

Had it been a Friday or Saturday night, you would be much more relieved, being able to focus on the neverending flow of patrons demanding your attention. This guy wouldn't come those nights either, knowing that there would be too many people to admire you from afar how he liked.

But this was a Tuesday night, only an hour left until closing time, and there were no obvious signs of a wave of patrons coming in. The clock's hands moved closer, as if mocking your pleading glare.

The bell on top of the door chimed as someone walked in, drawing your attention away from the wall and onto the newcomer. As soon as recognition hit you, you felt yourself light up as if you had eaten a kilo of fairy lights.

"Hi, König!" You greeted the masked soldier, who slowly made his way to one of the bar stools, "the usual for you?"

"...Yeah, thanks."

You prepared the old fashioned and set it in front of him with a cheeky wink. "This one's on me, 'kay?" You took a couple of seconds to assess his eyes. He looked weary, as if he wished to just be over with his day, but visibly lit up at your offer, the corners of his eyes crinkling a little in what you could only suppose was a smile hidden by his hood.

You were used to his looks by now, as the bar was relatively close to one of the most secretive military bases. All sorts of dangerous people frequented that base, and therefore the bar. You've found them to be rather enjoyable to be around, however, with König being by far your favorite. He was never boisterous or pushy, or tried to use his rank to get in your pants. He just came, had a glass or two over minimal chitchat, then left a hefty tip before disappearing.

"Thank you, you're very kind." He took the glass and you stepped back to give him space to enjoy his drink. In that moment, your eyes met the stalker's, and the rage in them made your skin crawl. You turned away from both men, fiddling with the shot glasses and stealing a glance at the clock, suddenly finding it hard to breathe when only 45 minutes were left until closing.

König also felt it all; the killing intent from the man at the corner, the terror crawling under your skin. It wasn't hard for him to put two and two together. He emptied his glass and noticed the slim hint of disappointment flash in your eyes. His mouth twitched under his hood, you sure wanted him to stay longer, and he didn't have the heart to tell you no this time - not as if he was ever able to tell you no to begin with.

"Uh… refill, please?" König tilted his glass, blinking at the way your eyes sparkled with joy as you took back his empty glass. He tried to not jolt when your fingers brushed his, but thankfully he controlled himself, simply enjoying the tingling sensation at the bottom of his stomach.

As soon as you handed him his refill, your boss made the last call announcement, bringing your mind back to the incessant ticking of the clock behind you. Only half an hour left until closing.

The two men playing cards got up and said their goodbyes, leaving the bar while chatting amongst themselves. The dreaded man in the corner got up and walked up to the bar, and you took in a deep breath to steel yourself while he addressed you with a sick grin, his next words making your skin crawl.

"...See you in thirty, sweetheart."

He walked out the door, but you couldn't hear the chime of the bell over your racing thoughts. König noticed and leaned in, his voice secretive so your boss wouldn't hear, but still caused you to snap your face in his direction.

"Something tells me you don't want to actually see him."

Tears pooled in your eyes as you walked closer to him, confiding your fears to him.

"...He always comes on slow nights," you whispered, and König's heart nearly broke at the shakiness of your voice, "hasn't ever approached me outside, but I know he watches me, no matter how late I leave. Sometimes I'll get one of the guys to walk me to my car, but the boss…he doesn't really care…" You glanced over your shoulder to make sure no one was listening in, before you continued. "He has never announced he would be waiting for me, though…why now? Why is he speaking as if I will certainly be with him when I get out…?"

König didn't miss the quiet break in your voice at the end, and you didn't miss the way his first tightened around his glass and his eyes darkened.

He appeared to be lost in thought for a few seconds, but he stretched his hand to cover your shaking, much smaller one, and gave it a squeeze.

"...I'll go outside for a smoke, and wait for you to get out," his voice was quiet but reassuring, and you felt a wave of relief wash over your spine, "I won't let him lay a finger on you."

You just managed a nod and a shaky smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. He downed his drink and got up, putting a few bills in the tip jar and giving you a small nod before walking out. You busied yourself with clearing out the tables and picking up any garbage. The clock signaled the hour when you took your bag from behind the bar and waved your coworkers goodbye, braving yourself for the walk to your car.

As soon as you stepped out, you were greeted with the sight of König standing on the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets as he approached you. The streetlights made him look even more towering, but you offered him a smile, knowing that on the inside he was just a gentle giant - at least to you.

His presence was comforting, his steps slow as he walked by your side. The tiny glimmer of fear wasn't completely gone, in the back of your mind, you knew that man would be back tomorrow night, and try again. But in this moment, you enjoyed König and his company, and revived the feeling of when he took your hand back at the bar.

As you approached your car, you turned to König. "Let me drive you back to base, it's late," a tiny frown appeared in the exposed part of his eyes, and you quickly added with a cheeky grin, "I promise I'll go straight home after, though."

He appeared to contemplate his options before answering with a nod, opening the driver door for you. You got in and sat yourself, barely containing the happiness of being able to spend some extra time with König, even if it was for a four to five minutes drive.

The drive was mostly quiet, consisting of you retelling some dumb things that happened during your shifts the last few days, and him looking straight at you as you spoke.

A couple of streets before base, you stopped at a red light, and looked at him with a sheepish grin. "König, could you hand me the cigarettes and lighter from my bag? I really need a smoke after tonight."

He snorted what you only assumed was a chuckle and stretched his arm in the backseat, easily fishing your bag and fetching said contents for you. Once a stick sat in your lips, you offered him the box and lighter, which he stared at for a second before looking straight into your eyes.

"...I don't smoke, (Y/n)"

You blinked at him and frowned in confusion, "...but, back at the bar, you went out for a-..." You interrupted yourself when you caught a glimpse of his hands, which were resting on his lap. Even under the red light, you could notice.

His knuckles were covered in blood.

It took a few more seconds for the realization to sink in, and König felt those seconds drag like hours. Had he done wrong?

When you looked into his eyes, though, tears of relief threatened to spill, your cigarette falling from your mouth as you took his bloody hand and held it close to your chest.

"Thank you, König," you offered with a watery smile, and he used his free hand to bring your head closer to his, letting him press his forehead to yours and stare straight into your eyes. The light changed to green, but in the empty streets, nobody cared. You drank into the way the light made his eyes look like emeralds, and his finger caressed your neck and jaw.

"...I told you I wouldn't let him lay a finger on you."

[purplesoulcollection]

Unnatural Love

Part 2 Synopsis : Name has being transmigrated into the world of I'm Not That Kind Of Talent without ever reading the novel. She's not being reincarnated as a human but as a devil as well. Hi there! I want to let you know that this fanfiction story isn't solely my creation. I borrowed the concept from @quqiwo2. I haven't actually read the novel either, just some spoiler to the end.

I hope you'll excuse my spelling and grammar mistake, because English isn't my first language

It turns out that being able to adapt to being a servant in the demon king's castle is not an easy thing.

Indeed, the main job of the servants in this castle is to clean the very large castle. But not many servants were hired because most of those living in this castle were the Demon King's combat soldiers.

So that the number of servants recruited was also very small and I have to clean a lot of places at once.

Starting from the dining room, the meeting room for the army commander and the demon king, the hallway in this large palace. It's definitely makes me tired to only think about that.

But my main job to survive in this castle, is to not offend anyone in this castle.

but that's not what makes me say it's not easy to be a servant here

Because here it turns out that lowly demons are treated arbitrarily and punished for no apparent reason.

All the demons, especially the soldiers I met, always mocked me and looked down on me as they pleased.

Lower demons are a lower caste than them because they cannot use magic.

Their behavior really reminds me of the bullying that occurs on earth.

They think because I'm a lowly devil they can hit and kick me as they please.

Even though I'm in a demon body, that doesn't mean this demon body is stronger than my human body.

So after I was abandoned by the soldiers who made me an outlet for their frustration. I got up to sit up and coughed.

I also hugged my stomach which had been kicked many times by the soldiers while groaning in pain.

'I hope the organs in this devil's body are not injured.'

I hope no one will pass by here. To witness the moment I needed privacy after being beaten.

but of course my prayers were not being fulfilled.

KLACK, KLACK, KLACK!

The sound of shoe soles rubbing against the floor echoed in this quiet hallway.

As the echo stopped, I looked up and I saw him.

A person with human skin and albino white hair and red eyes that sparkle like blood. the color of her hair and eyes really reminds me of a white rabbit.

He was stunned to see me, I think he didn't want to see anyone else in this hallway.

Unfortunately I'm here.

Humans in the Devil's castle. Reminds me of the one human being allowed to live here.

Demon Arut, a human who is the captain of army 0, the strongest warrior of the demon king, is considered the strongest warrior after the devil.

The person who was said to be the demon king's secret weapon.

Somehow there could be a human who could enter the devil's castle and obtain a higher title than me.

I, who in fact am a human but use the form of a demon, am even weaker than humans in this world.

He and I stared at each other before I finally broke eye contact and tried to stand up leaning against the wall.

'I have to get out of here right now. Even though he is human that doesn't mean he is my ally here.' I thought to myself while trying to run away, not wanting to greet the captain of troop 0.

"Are you the waiter here...?" Mr. Demon asked me, which unfortunately I had to answer.

"That's right, Mr. Demon. Is there anything I can help you with?"

In my heart I was already cursing him, why did he have to ask me. I have to answer this as a primary obligation as a true servant here.

If I don't answer and he reports it, the end of my life will be executed. On the grounds of negligence in prioritizing the captain of the troop commander.

"Why are you... moaning in pain?"

Why is this Mr Demon asking this question, has he never seen a demon being hit, maybe most of them were killed immediately on the spot.

"Just took a few… ordinary blows. It's nothing surprising for a lowly devil like me."

"Lowly?"

"I'm just a demon who doesn't have magic powers like a human. This is normal treatment for those in the lower class."

"Like humans, demons?" Mr. Demon's face looked astonished. what's wrong with him? Is he sick?

"What's the matter, Mr. Demon?"

"Don't you feel insulted to be considered human, right? You're not human, right?"

Of course I didn't feel offended. I'm a real human being. but I couldn't possibly answer him like that.

"Being considered a human in this demon castle isn't too bad, Mr Demon. Even though I had to take a hit here, my safety is still guaranteed."

"Guaranteed from where?"

"The butler here still attends us every day. If you disappear then the perpetrator will pay because servant jobs are not often recruited. As far as I know there have been no cases of missing servants so I'm still safe."

"That's not a guarantee at all." Mr Demon's face expressed his disapproval. I actually also agree with that.

"Better to be there than not to be there at all." I confirm the existing facts. Not wanting to having a fear of being disappeared suddenly.

The demon master's disapproving face finally turned into resignation before he finally said, "You are... so strange?"

"Am I weirder than you, Mr Demon. The chosen human of the demon king. Of course I will look much more normal than you."

"But you look like a human," said the Mr Demon to me. I didn't expect that he could guess it this easily.

"Where is the perception come from, Mr Demon?"

"From your flattering attitude."

"It's an honor for me to be recognized by Mr. Demon. Have you strayed from your room, Mr. Demon? Because as far as I know, you have never left your room since entering this devil's palace."

"Of course I know where my room is. But I don't think there's anything wrong with you accompanying me."

'Ah, he's lost.'

"It is my honor to be able to accompany you, Mr Demon."

While walking, I was actually racking my brain about where this Mr Demon room was.

As far as I know, he is in the same area as the other troop captain's room.

Hopefully this demon master can realize where his own room is.

But unfortunately, that was just wishful thinking. He didn't even realize where his room was, he was also looking around even though we had been walking for a while.

I finally had to start a conversation so I could buy some time.

"Mr demon is noble in the human world, right?" I asked first about the status of this human being.

I'm also looking for information about the human world.

"Yes, I come from a noble family. So what?" I thought he wouldn't answer my question. But apparently he was willing to answer it.

"Nothing, I've only heard that nobles are rich in the human world, right?"

"Nobles are indeed rich in the human world. They gain wealth and spend their own wealth." The demon master's gaze became unfocused, perhaps he was remembering the past.

"Then Mr Demon himself is how high his noble title is."

"At first it was just standard. Considering I was just a soldier of a human king. But after becoming a hero, my status increased."

"Is there really any kind of nobility in humans?"

"king, duke, marquess, count, viscount, baron."

It turns out that in this world, the noble title is the same as in my previous world.

But this means that this Mr Demon doesn't have a high enough title but has a powerful position.

And here I thought...

Let's think carefully about this person's position if we think this world is a novel. He was noble, became a hero after the war, became the captain of the demon king's zero squad after he showed his potential to demon lord.

 Isn't it likely that this Mr Demon is one of the protagonists?

Does this world have female protagonists too? I'm so curious...

Unbeknownst to me, this Mr Demon was also analyzing me.

He wondered why I was asking for information that was of no use to her who is a devil.

"Waiter, what's your name?"

"My name is, Mr Demon? I don't have a name for that. Having a name is an honor for a lowly demon."

My words this time seemed to push his anger button. he shouted "A person has the right to be given a name no matter his caste."

After he finished shouting, he took a hasty breath. did I just suppress the trauma?

"It turns out you are very nice person, Mr Demon." I said with a chuckle.

I kept smiling at the Mr Demon while saying, "I know that for a fact. But this is the first time someone said that to me."

Mr Demon only looked away and rubbed his hand against his neck before he started speaking, "If you having no name, will you accept a name from me?"

Am I now a pet that can be named like in the games? Just because I don't have a name?

But… it's better than nothing...

"If you please, Mr. Demon, what is my name?"

"Adele"

To Be Continued

[thegreatyin]

How did you manage to handle not one, but FOUR separate accounts in fl? I recently made the account for my HD little guy but having to do the tutorial again just seems miserable

there's... weirdly several answers to that question, actually??

a HUGE part of it is due to the way FL is structured. the 10-minute action timer is a core part of the game on a fundamental level, and the fact that i can very easily run out of stuff to do on one character and thus have an excuse to quickly and easily swap to another is just... convenient? satisfying? i'm not entirely sure how to explain it. the fact that i can make progress even while i am fundamentally simultaneously Not Making Progress is like pure dopamine for my freak insane awful little brain. there's just something really pleasing about spending all of my actions pursuing The Goal Of The Day™ on one account before casually swapping to another and doing the same without feeling like i'm wasting time or acting to the first account's explicit detriment. the downtime helps! the recharge time helps! the structure really really works!!

i'm technically only actively playing three, maybe two accounts minimum. the only reason the fourth (the one that'll be my future BaL playthrough) currently exists at all is so i can get his earlygame completely out of the way now and not have to waste time running through it all later, when what i actually want to do is play the ambition i've made myself wait a full year to play. and also getting free goodies as seasonal stuff happens,, something something surprise tools to help us later. the only two accounts i'd say i'm really "actively playing" at the moment are caeru and lark- and of the two, lark takes the most priority, since his ambition is the one i'm currently pursuing in earnest. for a couple months now- despite being My Main FL Character- the scoundrel has actually been pretty inactive on a gameplay front outside of the occasional progression in TLC and discordance content. purely by virtue of having Very little left to do outside of Very long-term grinds and vanities. they're in their "now what?" "now you can start playing the game" era. they've graduated to previous protagonist background cameo in a sequel anime series. they're like the yin FLPC equivalent of red at the top of mount silver. they're Literally just vibing rn. i only keep posting about them regardless because i'm insane and i will never ever ever ever ever let that bat go. but yeah, big TLDR, outside of doing the bare minimum to keep making waves/notability up every week, i'm not actually spending that much time on accounts i'm not currently actively interested in playing. and that accounts for way more gaming spoons than you might think.

i have a virtually lifelong history of playing MMOs, especially and specifically world of warcraft. i was born in the endless grind for useless video game pixel vanities and/or bragging rights. molded by it. you all have merely adapted to doing the same piece of content a pointlessly excessive amount of times for literally no reason besides whimsy and folly. me? i've done my time. i've served my sentence. i've spent weeks doing the original burning crusade netherwing dailies. i've devoted days to running praetorium over and over and over again, back-to-back, nonstop, long before square enix cut it in half and made it NOT take at minimum an hour and a half per run. i've perfected my silverwastes + auric basin goldfarming strategies. i've (almost) crafted dragonwrath tarecgosa's rest. i've killed the sha of anger so many times its dying scream of agony is embedded into the very fabric of my being. ""only"" doing making your name content four times over? that is nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it is so infinitesimal i can do the persuasive seduction quests in my sleep. it's not a matter of handling misery, or having the capacity, or even sighing as i remember the brass embassy raid segment of the watchful questline seriously i don't know why i keep forgetting that exists or what even is my problem with it i just am so consistently mildly inconvenienced by it and its highly specific resource requirements and it is the worst thing ever. maybe i'm just so used to the scoundrel's near-infinite money and troves of disposable items that i've completely forgotten what being poor is like. despite having done that step 3 fucking times now. ahem. anyway. i have transcended the feeble mortal bindings of my resistant-to-grinding flesh and ascended to a higher plane of enlightenment, they may call me insane but they will be the ones left laughing when they see what that "insanity" has wrought, i've usurped them, i've usurped them all-

hacks and coughs and awkwardly clears my throat. i mean. uh. um. Ahem.

the empress' court artistry + tales of the university nerfs helped too.

[edenfenixblogs]

A Note to Jumblr and my Jewish Followers:

Hey y’all! I see some of you tagging reblogs of my posts responding to antisemitic messages I receive with the tags Jewish Blocklist and Antisemitic/Antisemite Blocklist.

First of all, no shame there! Please feel free to keep doing this and whatever else you need to do to protect your own mental health as well as to your provide tips to our peers and allies about people worth steering clear of!

Second, I do not and will not have a Jewish Blocklist or an Antisemitic/Antisemite Blocklist. I hate blocking people I disagree with. I do try to live by the axiom: “We make peace with enemies, not friends.” And I do think that a lot (not all) of these people will, with the benefit of hindsight, be horrified at how they behaved during this time. Or at least ashamed of expressing such thoughts publicly. Some may be living with legitimate mental conditions like psychosis and mania that can absolutely lead to rigid and conspiracy-based thinking. None of this excuses violence or bigotry or antisemitism. And none of this invalidates your absolute right to block whoever you wish for any reason.

Which brings me to my third point: I don’t want to block people, because I want to track how they behave in the future. That could be four months from now. Six months. A year. Two years. Right now, the fighting between Israel and Palestine is active and brutal. Many antisemites are just using this flair up to justify their pre-existing antisemitic views. I doubt much will change for them. But many people had little to no awareness of the I/P conflict before the 10/7 attack and have been swept up in QAnon-like conspiracy theories. I don’t really expect them to address their hatred or how they allowed themselves to become radicalized extremists while the Hamas propaganda machine is still able to twist every development from the ongoing struggle to grow their support. But active warfare is unlikely to last an extremely long time. Tensions and hatred? Sure. That’s here to stay for a while, but official warfare and bombings from Israel are not likely to continue for years on end without stopping. (Hamas has been continuously bombing Israel for a long time and I expect them to continue even after a peace agreement is reached)

So when Israel’s assault ends, I’m sure the peace agreement reached will fall short of what Palestinians are hoping for and what I as a pro-Palestinian activist am hoping for. And I’m sure Palestinian civilians who endorse Hamas and those who do not endorse terrorism of any kind as well as Israelis and Jews who support Palestinian self determination will all be generally unhappy with whatever temporary solution is reached this time. No true, real progress will occur until everyone fighting over which “side” is “right” shifts their focus to instead cooperatively fight for peace for all.

But after the initial wave of anger and disappointment in the terms of the peace treaty are reached, people will go back to not caring at all about the lives of Israelis or Palestinians or Jews or even thinking about it at all on a regular basis.

And when that occurs, I want to revisit these blogs. When the tension is no longer at a constant rolling boil, I want to see how the worst antisemites I’ve encountered reconcile their behavior during this time with their behavior during peacetime. I want to see how the people who told me to kill myself or told me they wished for me and everyone I love to die in the “most painful way possible” feel about Jews when they aren’t hiding behind the idea of activism. I want to see how these people actually support Palestine when Gaza is no longer being bombed. I want to see how the antisemites relationships with the Jewish friends they claim to have recover or do not recover after the things these antisemites have said and done during a time of extreme danger and aggression toward Jews. I want to ask them if they still mean the things they said. I want to ask them if they have regrets. And most importantly I want to ask them how they plan to avoid causing harm to Jewish people and how they plan to learn about Jewish history and culture so that they can avoid antisemitism in the future when the poorly negotiated and doomed-to-fail peace agreement falls through next time. And I cannot do that if I block them.

So instead, if you want to block the people who have been most heinous to me, you will find them under the tag Antisemites To Remember.

I have had to block a few people from those tags when their continued hatred became too intense and continued even after I disengaged, but I have truly aimed to avoid blocking as many people as possible.

Hope this helps. Sending love and solidarity to you all.

[nicollekidman]

Hi Abby, I am uncomfortable saying this off anon for a variety of reasons, please do not think one of them is cowardice. I have followed you for years and years. I’ve come to love so much media because of you and always appreciate your takes. I have chosen to unfollow you now. I am a Jewish person who has been so scared and upset about what the state of Israel is doing to Palestinians and am disgusted by the war crimes committed by Israel. At the same time, I have numerous Israeli friends and family members who have been murdered by Hamas in the last few weeks. Civilians visiting for educational and cultural exchange programs, horrifically killed. Your recently reblogged informational post about how Hamas is not a terrorist organization was deeply upsetting. This may not matter at all to you, but I ask that you consider empathy to all people involved in this issue. Decolonization is important. My friends and family are dead. These two facts can coexist. Just wanted to share this with you because I know many people see your blog and are affected by the information you share.

probably shouldn’t answer this at 1am and you’ve already unfollowed so you probably won’t even see this but i just want to ask you why my sharing resources and information about the reality of hamas and it’s current functioning within gaza / its original charter immediately made you think that i don’t care about loss of human life. there was not a single phrase in that post that minimized victims of the october attack, in fact, not a single phrase in that post took a stance on anything, it was purely informational. frankly, i think it was so measured to dissuade from reactions exactly like this, and if i had written it myself, i would’ve done a worse job.

and if you had been able to push past your knee jerk reaction to reading “they are not a terrorist organization” you would recognize that clarifying language and correcting misconceptions is one of the most important things we can do, both going forward in ending this genocide and looking back on how and why lives have been lost in both israel and palestine.

i have personal empathy and grief for your situation, and i’m so sorry you have suffered loss amongst your community and loved ones. but your loss does not form a shield behind which you are allowed to hide from truth, or force other people to close their mouths when trying to educate themselves and others. we are currently witnessing ongoing mass death, us-backed genocide, and a hugely successful (in the west) propaganda campaign to make this endeavor as Unknowable as possible, especially to those who have never looked into the reality of life in the region. grounding ourselves in recent history, learning more about words and labels that are thrown around weekly, daily, hourly, SPECIFICALLY to justify and excuse the ongoing campaign of death israel has visited upon the palestinian people for decades…. that is the LEAST we are all responsible for. it is your duty, as someone who has lost friends and loved ones, and it is mine, as someone with eyes on their stupid blog, to make every concerted effort to understand and spread the truth, in context, to enrich our own activism and honor the dead.

saying “decolonization is important” while unfollowing me after years bc i shared information about what hamas is, is so empty and meaningless you might as well have not said it at all. thousands of people are actively and endlessly being murdered behind a smokescreen of Terrorism with the VERY SPECIFIC connotations that holds over the west and the US in particular… attempting to relay information that complicates and clarifies your exact knee jerk reaction is the entire point. i hope one day you are able to look a little closer and recognize that your personal hurt in seeing new information that makes you uncomfortable is not important in the scheme of what we are currently trying to prevent

[cantstoplovingjude]

To Steal You Away: Ellis Twilight Bitter

This is from Ikemen Villains EN, Cybird owns everything.

Ellis: "Kate..."

Ellis: "We'll have to spend the night together."

Since we were stranded, we decided to spend the night inside the stopped train.

Many other people who were stranded had the same idea, so the train was a little noisy.

==========

Kate: "Good thing we have a towel and something to eat."

Ellis: "No kidding."

We sat down in our seats and Ellis picked up the towel.

Ellis: "Your hair's dripping wet. Let me help dry you off."

Kate: "You're wet, too, Ellis. You should wipe yourself down first."

I was about to pick up another towel when I noticed his right sleeve was torn.

(Hm? Why is it torn like that?)

(No, it's not torn... It's been cut with a knife.)

(Wait...)

Kate: "Ellis. I'm going to take off your jacket."

Ellis: "...Huh?"

I took off his jacket and saw a cut on his arm that was still bleeding.

(Something did happen while he was away.)

There were so many things I wanted to ask.

But right now, the first thing I want to do was stop the bleeding.

I took out my handkerchief and pressed it against the wound, then tied it tightly.

Ellis: "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

Ellis: "One of them was following us around the whole time. They were going to kill us."

The reason why he took me to a busy place in public and was so late coming back...

...and how quickly he'd identified their base all made sense now.

Kate: "So you went off by yourself on purpose."

Ellis: "Yes... I know you don't like scary things."

I blinked in surprise, his words hitting me hard.

Once again, he only considered my happiness and not his.

(Even when he wrote that message on the padlock.)

-Flashback-

Kate: "Hm? You're already done writing, Ellis?"

Ellis: "Yes. I put 'May Kate be happy'."

-Flashback Ends-

(Now I understand.)

I wondered why I was always so late to find out the truth, even when it involved myself.

(I want Ellis to value his own happiness more.)

Kate: "Thank you for protecting me."

Kate: "But from now on, I don't want you to off on your own like that anymore."

Ellis: "You don't?"

Kate: "No. Being by yourself is lonely, right? And you should be happy too."

Surely, there were many ways both of us could be happy.

Ellis: "What do you think it means for two people to be happy together?"

Kate: "Well, it can mean a lot of things."

Kate: "But whether you're having a hard time or feeling sad or happy, you can share those feelings with someone else just by being close to them."

Kate: "Don't you think so?"

Ellis: "Hm, I see."

Ellis: "Hey, can I borrow your lap?"

Kate: "Huh? O-oh, sure."

He leaned over and rested his head in my lap.

(...I wonder if this is Ellis's way of being close to me?)

I hesitated for a moment, then lightly stroked my fingers through a few strands of his curly hair.

(Or maybe he's in pain? It doesn't feel like he has a fever.)

As those thoughts ran through my head, I heard Ellis's voice mixed in with the sound of the rain.

Ellis: "Kate?"

Kate: "Yes?"

Ellis: "...Thank you."

(Aww...)

Kate: "You're welcome. And thank you too."

The rain continued to fall. The sound was as comforting as a lullaby, and I fell right to sleep.

==========

Railway Staff: "This is our last stop, Miss. Excuse me. Miss?"

(Nngh...)

Ellis: "Mm..."

Ellis: "Oh, this is our station."

Kate: "Yeah..."

The rain must've stop and the train departed in our sleep.

Ellis: "Your lap was so comfy, I just fell asleep..."

Kate: "You were so warm I dozed off, too..."

Ellis: "Hehe. Guess we're both guilty. Well, shall we go?"

Kate: "Wait, umm..."

Ellis: "What?"

Kate: "...I can't stand up."

Ellis: "Uh-oh, your legs must've gone numb from me lying on them. Sorry."

Ellis: "I'll give you a piggyback ride."

Without waiting for my response, Ellis effortlessly hitched me onto his back and began walking toward the platform.

Kate: "Ellis! Please don't overdo it. You're injured."

Ellis: "It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm fine."

==========

With the morning sun shining softly upon us, Ellis carried me to the platform.

Even though it was early, there were still people around who stared at us curiously.

Kate: "You can put me down now, Ellis."

Ellis: "Nope, not yet."

Kate: "What?!"

Ellis: "I'll let you down only if you answer my question."

Ellis: "Who makes you happier? Harry or me?"

(Oh, right...)

-Flashback-

Ellis: "Just think about it today, and tell me at the end of our trip."

Ellis: "Tell me who you're happier with."

-Flashback Ends-

(How should I answer?)

Ellis: "I'll carry you all the way back to the castle unless you answer me."

Kate: "Ellis!"

Ellis: "...Haha."

(Ugh, it's not fair for that laugh to be so cute.)

Ellis: "Because I think I already know."

Ellis: "I like making you happy, but I also like teasing you."

Kate: "Is that so..."

He turned to look at me, smiling softly.

Ellis: "Is it okay if I keep teasing you, Kate?"

I didn't have to answer for him to know what I was going to say.

Both of us knew he'd already found a place in my heart.

End Bitter.

[yakumtsaki]

It’s the morning after Felina’s birthday disaster and the bozo bros are interrupted on their way to work-

-BY TWO SEPARATE THUNDER FIRES. HOLY HELL. Xander, I get that undying loyalty is the dog unique selling point, but could you please stop following these morons as they run towards the fire??

-Oh wow bro, that was a close one! -I cant’ believe none of us has died in a fire yet with how many of them we’re getting! -Tell me about it! It’s like something is trying to kill us!

Um ya, your own stupidity?? Just go to work. 

-Look at us, Servilia, two old ladies and still so limber, huhu!🌸 

Ok Cyn I’m starting to worry with all your wholesome pet interactions, don’t you wanna hook up with at least iVan?? I mean he’s right there!

-I don’t know, what’s the point of romantic interactions without Don here to catch me cheating?😔💗

Aw Cyn, so loyal, up there with Xander!

20K?!? FFS SANDY, at this point it’s literally costing us money to keep your dumb zombie ass employed.

-̵B̴U̶T I̷ G̵O̴T P̴R̴O̵M̵O̶T̷E̷D A̴N̸Y̵W̸A̷Y🧟‍♀️

Ya and made 3k total, so you still owe me 17k!

-̵A̸N̵D̷ Y̴O̶U O̷W̵E̴ M̷E̴ M̸Y L̴I̷F̴E🧟‍♀️

Ok well, we’ll call it even!

Look who finally managed to get an A+ now that he didn’t opt out of school.

-One day was all it took me, IN YOUR FACE, FAILINA

Ugh.

-Uncle Sugar look, I finally bested Failina! 

Felina always had good grades, what you did was finally REACH her.

-Great job, buddy! Now go take your nap and Uncle Sugar will be here to train you tomorrow for your big birthday fight!

Your big what?

-Failina is obviously going to counterattack and ruin MY upcoming birthday, idiot, so we’re training for it and I’M GONNA DESTROY HER. MUAHAHAHA. Now if you’ll excuse me it’s time for my nap-nap time with gram-gram.

Barth how can you be so wholesome and such a demon at the same time, I can’t. 

-Ah, nothing better than just standing here, getting drunk in this open space while it’s raining!

Sounds good to me, time to leave you unattended for even a second and go wash the dogs with Sophie-

-um, Sugar, why is your portrait missing from our family panel??

SUGAR??? SUGAR WTF

-With my last breath.. I’m gonna use this death animation as aesthetically as possible.. and slide down the bathroom wall..

OH MY GOD WHAT

OH MY GOD IT’S REAL WHAT IS HAPPENING 

-WAAAAAAAAAAAH BRO NOOOOOOOOO

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IM

-WHY SUGAR WHY. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE FOR NO CLEAR REASON 

MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY WHAT ON EARTH. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW HE DIED

-Ok can you people take this somewhere else, I’m trying to admire myself here. 

-WAAAAH first my husband and now my nephew noooooo🌸

CYN PLEASE NOT NOW. Bro literally HOW did Sugar die, I feel he was struck by lighting or something and then made it to the bathroom and crawled up to die there?? I mean what the-

NO. NO WAY. JOJO.

-Hello :)

YOU KILLED SUGAR???

-Well all the fires weren’t working so I had to get creative!

OH MY GOD

-Great job, grandpa Jojo! Let me just clean all the death stink from in here..

YOU TWO ARE INSANE

-Grandma Sophie helped too, why do you think she rolled the want to wash the dogs?

OH MY GODDDD YOU ARE ALL PSYCHOS. Well whatever cause you know what?? Where others see a problem.. 

..I see a romantic opportunity! 

-Please don’t do this, we have suffered enough.

You really haven’t, now get dialing!

-̶I̵'̵M A̶L̷I̸V̵E̵!!!🧟

You got that about right!

-W̵H̴Y̴ A̴M ̵I̵ G̷R̸E̸Y. ̸O̵H̸ N̶O.F̴U̶C̴K̷ Y̶O̴U̴, A̷U̸N̴T̵ S̶H̸A̶J🧟

-😠😠😠😠😠

Welp.. You look great! 

Real talk, I STILL don’t know how Sugar died, he doesn’t have a memory of seeing a ghost OR being hit by lighting! Spontaneous combustion?? Wtf

-H̶E̸Y̴ ̵S̵A̷N̴D̸Y̶, N̸O̷T̴I̷C̴E A̵N̶Y̸T̴H̸I̶N̴G̵ D̴I̶F̷F̷E̶R̵E̸N̴T🧟 -I̴ ̸D̵O̵N̸'̴T̷, I̵ A̸L̸W̴A̷Y̵S H̶A̵V̵E T̸H̴I̶S S̵H̸O̵C̷K̴E̵D̵ A̴N̸D̴ A̷P̵P̵A̵L̶L̶E̷D̵ E̶X̸P̸R̶E̵S̸S̴I̷O̴N̷ ̶O̶N̴ M̴Y̸ F̴A̸C̷E🧟‍♀️

SANDY NO. PLEASE ACCEPT THE NEW HIM OTHERWISE I BROUGHT HIM BACK FOR NOTHING.

-Y̴O̷U̴'̶R̴E̸ E̵V̷E̷N̸ H̴O̵T̷T̴E̴R̵ N̷O̴W̶, Y̵O̵U̸ ̷B̴I̸G̶ ̵R̶O̷T̸T̴I̵N̴G H̴U̵N̶K🧟‍♀️

OH THANK GOD. Let’s take you crazy zombie kids out on a proper date!!!

-̴H̸E̶R̴E̶'̵S̴ T̷O̵ U̸S̴ A̴N̵D̵ A̸ ̵C̸L̴A̵S̷S̸Y̴ ̶R̶O̶M̵A̴N̵T̵I̵C E̶V̸E̶N̵I̷N̶G̵🧟 -C̸L̷I̷N̷K̴ ̷C̸L̴I̸N̵K̴🧟‍♀️

-N̶O̸M̷ ̴N̶O̶M̴🧟‍♀️   -G̶O̶O̴D B̸R̷A̵I̵N̸S̵ T̶O̶N̶I̶G̷H̷T🧟

Ya ok I officially ship it.

CUTE❤️

AWWWWW🧟‍♀️❤️🧟

-̴I̷ L̶O̴V̴E̸ Y̷O̷U S̷A̶N̵D̶Y̵, W̸E̵ H̶A̴D̸ T̸O̷ D̴I̷E̵ S̶O̵ W̴E̵ C̷O̸U̷L̶D ̵B̸E̸ T̷O̴G̵E̵T̷H̷E̵R🧟 -W̴E̷L̵L I̸ D̵I̸D̸N̴'̷T H̴A̷V̷E̷ T̸O D̴I̵E T̸W̴I̸C̵E🧟‍♀️ -B̷O̵T̸H̴ Y̴O̶U̷R̸ D̵E̴A̸T̴H̴S̴ W̴E̸R̴E G̴R̷A̶N̷D̶P̴A̵ J̵O̶J̵O̷'̷S̴ F̷A̵U̸L̸T̴ A̸N̶D N̴O̸W̷ H̴E̷ ̷K̶I̷L̸L̸E̴D̴ M̶E T̸O̵O🧟 -Y̶O̷U̶'̵R̸E R̷I̵G̶H̸T̴,W̴E̵ ̵O̶W̷E̸ O̴U̸R̸ H̶A̸P̵P̸I̸N̷E̸S̵S̶ T̸O H̵I̵M🧟‍♀️ -I̶ W̷A̸S A̵L̸W̷A̴Y̴S H̴I̸S F̷A̷V̸O̶R̵I̶T̸E🧟

[siremasterlawrence]

Double Edged Words

Based on a true story from Thanksgiving

I am sitting in for Thanksgiving night dinner at exactly at eight a loud ping comes in when I receive a text from a former friend of mine who recently apologized to me for some actions and I reluctantly forgave him the biggest mistake of my lives since that whole family is full of assholes

He jokes to me I am like a dry turkey then he goes on bashing me with way too many more food scenarios as a joke so I am really not in the mood the next day to deal with him or anybody on my first red carpet event let alone his parents.

His father who I see is completely dressed to the nines for the first time he usually is a mess walking the red carpet with his hand waving at me as I roll my eyes and offer my hand to shake but instead I wake up from my day dream.

I sigh a bit later in the bathroom after the ending of the premiere he blocks me in the bathroom placing his hand on my shoulder as I realize it is him then think for a second I have my chance.

He wants to take a selfie with me but I get a bit giddy letting him set up the flash I say to him I’ll do it but the light start to flicker and I am annoyed but move on asking him if he could see into the frame.

He stares deep into the light as the lights of flash blind him on and off leaving me with perfect excuse to put him under by using the camera to take a picture of him I begin to play with his mind.

He freezes on command at a stance unable to move except to blink allowing me some time to formulate a plan so wicked I might lose myself in it but I carefully concoct until the minute his eyes pop open.

He comes to life stretching his hands in the air, yawning so loud it would scare the ghost of the hand any and never noticing me I do stop and play with his hair but he does not even react.

“You can’t seem me, you hear my voice the voice of reason.”

“You did not treat your son’s friend Lawrence right you have to pay the piper.”

“No need to speak, their is only one think you can do.”

“You need to pay for your issues”

“You can start by being his slave “

“Kneel at his feet and kiss it”

“Know you are his property”

“Love him, love for him “

“Obey all his commands”

“Boom”

“Huh! Hey! What happened?”

“Oh Master! How can I please you?”

His eldest son Robbie is in hell seeing his old man doing something so out of character as he stands on stage looking like a damn ass fool and doing as his ex pal say like in a Hypnosis show.

Unfortunately for him the music starts to hit playing a beat he cannot stop it raises into the threshold of the roof he starts to do a very stupid dance consuming him loosing it in into a stream of insanity.

“Join us Robbie follow everything your father does.”

“Oh Master! How can I please you?”“Hope Everyone! Pay Attention Please” I say to the crowd.

“Meet my pal Jon! He is a asshole”

“Yes! I am the worst type”

“Hahahaha” the crowd erupts

“A real monkey! This one”

“Enter the audience while I sing”

“To all you fuckers who I hate “

“Let me play you a song “

“Ooooohhhhhh! Yyyeeeaaaahhh”

“I bet you think you won, like a dagger plunge into my soul”

“Killing me on site…lalalala “

“No such luck and I am here to fight “

“Break a few bones, a good whip and we still won’t be right as rain”

“I can see you dancing now”

“Addicted to my every word “

“Clap your hands and give me some to “

“Strip your close “

“Nanana”

Colton is the younger one grinding his ass on the floor as my debut single for the movie is burrowing deep into their brains nothing can stop it now as I am subliminally in his head reprogramming him in everything way and manner possible.

“Colton you look good in pink”

“Take it off “

“Dance your ass off”

“Showcase your body”

“Woo so smooth”

“You want to do it “

“My body is your play ground “

“You cannot deny me”

“You see it the flash “

“Blinding lights “

“The world spins”

“You have fallen “

“Just like the sound of my voice “

“Your heart beats”

“We join as one “

“Pumping in sync”

“You have fallen for me”

“You are mad and crazy “

“Give in for me”

“Leap off the ground“

“Sweet dear my bliss”

The end

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

So, now that the asks are open again I figured now would be a good time to announce this. I think I’ve already you this in a post comment but there was no response so you might not have seen it: I’ve stopped reading the archives.

I had Celeste’s betrayal spoiled for me before I started this. I found a post where Makoto interrogated Celeste. I had no idea what was going on but after I started reading the archives and saw that there was a spy in the FF it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.

I love Celeste, I love all the characters in the main three Danganronpa game (Cept for Yasuhiro) so seeing she was going to be evil later on really hurt. Still, I pressed on. Reasoning with myself that everything else would be so well written that I’d be fine with it or at least able to ignore it/get over it.

Well, I’m on The Fugitive arc and…I still can’t get over it. I’m sorry but I’m not going to read any more of a story where a character I love is written like this. I’m out. I still read the other non-story related asks but aside from that…I’m done. I have no interest in seeing the rest of this. Not if Celeste is like this. Is that childish? IDK maybe but it’s how I feel. I wish it wasn’t but that’s how it is.

//The only issue I take is that I wish you would have said this to me in DM's so I didn't have to share this with the rest of the ask box who clearly do still enjoy my story and the way I write Celeste, but if that's really how you feel, then I'm perfectly fine with that. Thank you for being honest with me, and thanks for sticking around as much as possible.

//I do acknowledge that this story won't be for everyone, but I have made clear to people many times before that while I do take feedback into account, some just can't ever be pleased. And some people have reacted way more violently, and abrasive towards me, compared to just calmly putting their feelings down on the table and telling me this. If you don't want to read this story anymore, then that's perfectly alright. I won't stop you from leaving.

//However, please let me say a few things first and foremost, sort of trying to explain myself. I totally get it if you don't like seeing Celeste portrayed as an irredeemable villain; I'm fine if you care that much about it, but I need to drop some simple facts to you, and to everyone else.

//Celestia Ludenberg is a psychopath, a murderer, and a downright terrible person. Even if people like her to the point where they put this to the side, the facts are as follows:

The literal premise of her character is that she is highly manipulative, often using charm and deception to get what she wants. Throughout DR1, she maintains a calm, composed demeanor while secretly plotting to win the killing game, manipulating others into doing her bidding.

She has little to no empathy for anybody around her, and she's the only killer in the first game, besides big bad Junko Enoshima, who shows no remorse for her actions, including her willingness to kill others in cold blood to achieve her dream of living in a European castle, which doesn't even feel like a real dream, and more of an excuse to hurt people.

She has a strong sense of superiority, seeing herself as above others due to her talents in gambling and manipulation. Her fantasy of living in a castle with loyal servants reflects her inflated sense of self-importance, and she simply isn't capable of loving others more than she loves herself.

She lies habitually, using her expertise in gambling and manipulation to present false information or narratives. This skill at deception is central to her survival strategy in the killing game, and the most central aspect to every basis of her character.

Even when confronted about her actions, Celeste shows little remorse. Her focus remains on achieving her goals, without regard for the lives she is taking or the harm she causes others.

//The reason I made Celeste an antagonist in the first place, is because her being a hero makes little sense. I have seen many fanfics, stories, comics, and otherwise portraying her as a member of the Future Foundation, but in many of those, she is still very openly deceptive, and manipulative to her own allies.

//But I also need to make one thing abundantly clear to everybody. Do not, for a second, think that just because I made Celeste a villain means that I don't like her, or want to see her get punished for her mideeds.

//I made Celeste a villain because it MADE SENSE for Celeste to be a villain. The abuse Zetsubou get on a regular basis is not something that I foster; it's something that I let happen. I don't outwardly encourage people to beat up my characters, and I never will.

//And just so everyone knows it now, Phase 3 will feature some original backstory ticks, personalization, and development for Celeste as a character, showing why she is the way she is, and what it is that she REALLY wants.

//A charismatic villain is always compelling, and Celeste has a refined, mysterious aura that makes her intriguing, accompanied by a sadistic and violent side. Her aristocratic persona and air of sophistication could allow her to manipulate powerful allies or hide her evil intentions behind a mask of elegance. This makes her a formidable foe, as her true motives are difficult to discern.

//All of what I've just said is me basically trying to justify my decisions; not to convince you to keep reading. If you want to move on to other stories, I will respect that choice. I can only hope you can respect my choices in kind.

-Mod

[purpleglitch]

Did it say anything cwazy about George’s destructive dream stream because that one changed my brain chemistry

There was only one paragraph on c!george's page about it, it's this :0

I really love the dreams as concept for lore streams because you could find different meanings to it and theorize so many things AAAAA. Like in that paragraph, why does c!gnf have knowledge of stuff he didn't know awake? Outside of lore it's just because as cc he knows about it or because chat told him but how can you connect it to his character... aaahggg sorry the brainworms...

Since there was a link to a whole article about it, here are some highlights of it :0 the wiki is just summarizing it but I'm adding stuff of my theories of that stream and things not mentioned there that I thought were worth mentioning ^_^

I think why c!dream's answers are so vague here are because c!george just doesn't have that info, since he's dreaming c!dream is not actually there, it's just his brain making up stuff to fill the blanks, also the reason why dream didn't want to show george the interior of pandora and deflecting more questions about the prison with wanting george to show him kinoko instead

It's not mentioned on the wiki but i loved the confrontation they have because i think it's not actually dream talking to george, but his own guilt, he keeps questioning himself, "why did you not visit" "you could've asked" and george keeps throwing excuses but it all represents that inner conflict, he wanted to go in and visit but he never put on the effort to do so. idk idk. also rip cdnf villain husbands :( "if you're not with me, you're against me" god....... and iirc cdream saying that if they teamed up things could be like before

but really awesome that it took c!dream killing c!george for him to go insane, that's his way of coping with the breakup (??)

My personal highlight from this part is c!george giving up on destroying the statue of himself that bad built and saying "it takes so long to destroy myself" like in that context it makes sense but that line haunts me GODDDDD and the parallel of cdream in their previous encounter and a sign by dream on ctommy's house saying "did you miss me? :)" and george being hurt by both he destroys them

i love how george is all "i don't care :/" while destroying everything and saying that he did it because of dream, if dream is not with him then nothing matters........ he never cared about the server, he only cared about the people close to him......... (dream)

this part is just c!george's jealousy demons im crying. him dreaming that dream and techno are a team, saying to dream "your technoblade", somehow george knowing that techno only has 1 canon life and imagining they're both weak enough he can kill them, and stealing techno's armor im just speechless.

Don't want to make this too long but some other fun stuff from that stream to theorize over is c!karl, how did george know about karl's whole time traveler thing and his connection to XD, and that karl said that he already tried to stop george many times with no success, hellooooo.... and george saying that being a sad and alone god ruling over nothing on the server sounded awesome is so crazy, c!george please go to therapy...

Then with the final fight against XD i loved how c!george went all in to taunt him calling XD scared and an idiot for not wanting to fight him. it also leaves me thinking why when XD died, it sounded like the enderdragon dying sound effect oughhh.....

ALSO WHY WERE THE CRYSTALS ALREADY DESTROYED?????? crazy insane c!george is so awesome i love him, welcome back georgeeeHD god headcanon

Bonus quotes from c!george i found in the wiki from that stream because i really believe george deserved an oscar for that performance 😁

[vollzz]

blackflame characters out of context!

tagged by the wonderful @space-writes, thank you!!! hope y’all are excited about blackflame because I have 20(!!) total chapters in this draft. the chapter names I have right now are placeholders and some are straight up too spoiler-y so there will be some redactions. game rules:

Rules: Include one character quote of your choosing ⁠from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like). Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it.

I’m not specifying who is talking unless it’s part of the dialogue, so bonus points if you can guess who is saying what!

ready set go quotes are under the cut!

1. business as usual-

“You will forget you saw me here. You will turn around and walk to the other end of the estate before returning. If anyone questions you, say you saw an animal running about.”

2. the meeting-

“Would you believe me if I said I was taking inventory?”

3. eves-

“Perhaps if it was one of the mortal kings across the sea, I would entertain the idea, but Leon is incredibly uninteresting. I can barely stand to be in his presence, let alone seduce him - what is it with mortals and making the most idiotic choice of rulers?”

4. lorien-

“Calliope,” Tedrin crooned, “I can't say I know too much of Eves, but regardless of what your arrangement is, I wonder if we couldn't come to one ourselves.”

5. reunion-

“I’m sorry, if…” Lucas bit his lip. “If you’ve had experiences like that. It’s not right, that these uppity nobles think that just because you’re obnoxiously attractive they can take advantage of you.”

6.[redacted]’s party-

“Well, while I guess I appreciate your staunch defense of your fake fiancée’s honor, I'm asking that you please don’t ruin this outing with another dick measuring contest.”

7. dangerous territory-

“Very mature. I’ll have you know most women recognize the artfulness of the northern accent.”

8. consultation-

“There's every reason, you stupid whore,” James leaned forward, a newfound savageness in his voice, “I have to share Eves with you, some bitch that's traveling with a companion! Clearly they don't know about him, if you're sitting here in one piece.”

9. the heist-

“Agreed. It'll get some of the heat off our backs if we leave the guards be. I trust you to get it done, Calliope, but I will kill them if there's no other choice.”

10. blasphemy-

“So you just… talked all night then, I assume? Giggled to one another under the sheets?”

11. [redacted]-

“How interesting it is to see two little Lovers not ripping each other’s throats out. Is Eves getting bored with just one of you at a time?”

12. truth emerges-

“Spare me the worthless explanation, Calliope. If you truly must break my heart, it is only fair that I break yours in return.”

13. new beginnings-

“Look at you. You’ve barely eaten. You don’t speak, or even cry, or do anything besides sit on the godsdamned floor. Hate me all you want, but I’m not going to watch you shrivel into nothing. We’re going outside. Now.”

14. [hooo boy this one’s really redacted]-

“I do not feel that I can forgive you yet.”

15. [also redacted]-

“I can wipe your existence from this world with barely a thought. I brought your pitiful deity to their knees with as much effort as I expended on you. Be grateful you’re spared the fate that Eves endured at my hand, and perhaps consider that the next time you wish to disrespect me.”

16. [redacted] 2: electric boogaloo-

“To go from such elation to naught but vitriol… Were it not directed at me, I would find it fascinating.”

17. terror-

“I’m so sorry, Cal, I’m so sorry,” Lucas swallowed painfully. “I know you’re afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. We need to get out of here, okay?”

18. [redacted] also I haven’t written this yet lol

19. new destination-

“Pardon the outburst. Now, Calliope dear, if you will excuse me, I must go prostitute myself at Greylin’s insistence.”

20. [extremely redacted]-

“You are certain that Eves spoke of me? They mentioned me by name?”

wow that was a lot thanks for taking a look! I’m going to gently tag @sam-glade @squarebracket-trick and @awleeofficial. but also this one is fun and you get to share a lot for it so open tag too (and make sure you tag me so I can see I wanna read it all!!)

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blackflame tag list-

@hallwriteblr @kourumi @space-writes @at-thezenith @careful-fear @theunboundwriter @liv-is @eldritch-flower @kingkendrick7 @poetinprose

[thessalian]

Astrid vs Rescues and Celebrations

Still in the Shattered Sanctum, looking for people

Astrid: *quietly* Look. Volo.

Astarion: Also guard. So perhaps you should let me--

Astrid: *notches a fire arrow; fires*

Goblin guard: *is extremely dead*

Astarion: Or ... perhaps you're better at this than I give you credit for.

Volo: Oh, thank you! Now, if you'd kindly let me out of this cage...

Astrid: This ... is barely a lock. I can pick this lock. Why couldn't you pick this lock?

Volo: They ... took my lockpicking equipment?

Astarion: If this idiot is going to be sneaking through the place with us--

Volo: Oh, no! No no no! I'll just turn myself invisible and meet you at your camp later, if that's alright!

Astrid: *having picked the lock* But ... why didn't you do that in the first place?

Shadowheart: And why are you travelling with us, again?

Volo: Well, because you are clearly adventurers of renown, needing immortalisation in story and song by a legendary bard!

Astrid: *looks slightly hurt*

Gale; Shadowheart: Excuse you?!?

Astarion: Oh, you've done it now. Hurt the feelings of the precious cinnamon roll. Honestly, I'm not thrilled about it either but I'm far less rash about it.

Volo: Oh! Well! I mean ... a bard can't tell their own tales!

Astrid: You tell yours all the time! Also you still haven't answered about 'if you could turn invisible and walk away, why didn't you long before this?', so...

Volo: Well, I am clearly harshing your vibe, so I'll see you back at your camp! *turns invisible; wanders away probably*

Shadowheart: Are you sure you want him in our camp?

Astrid: I need an object lesson. Someone I can look at and go ... well, 'be better'.

Astarion: And you're sure I can't bite him just a little?

Gale: Remember what she said. Cheerful is clearly a blood-borne pathogen; perhaps stupidity is, as well.

Astrid: Eh, he's had enough goblins by now that it's probably not the case ... but best to be careful anyway.

Astarion: You never let me have any fun.

Shadowheart: She lets you drain goblins.

Astarion: We're generally killing them anyway, but fine.

And, down in the warg pens

Astarion: Please tell me we're not rescuing a bear.

Gale; Shadowheart: *look at Astarion as if he's deeply, deeply stupid*

Astrid: *attempting tact* We're rescuing a druid who's currently in a nicely combat-ready shape, I think. Or we're rescuing a bear that doesn't deserve. Either way, goblin splat.

Goblin warg trainer: *summons wolf companion*

Astrid: PUPPY!

Gale: Um ... 'puppy' wants to eat my face.

Bear: *slaps warg trainer into a wall andmakes him a smear*

Wolf Companion: *poofs out of existence*

Astrid: ...Ah. I guess I couldn't have talked that one around.

Bear: *becomes druid* Hello. I'm Halsin. And I'm also surprised you were willing to rescue a bear.

Astrid: Thought so. Hi, I'm Astrid. I was in the neighbourhood clearing out goblin commanders and thought I'd pick you up on the way. And I figured you were a druid because the Shadow Druids that nearly took over your grove because Kagha got scared turned into one and that was a whole thing and--

Halsin: Wait. Kagha did what with who? All right, I'm going over there and if you need me for ... healing reasons or whatever, meet me there. *becomes rat; scurries away*

Astrid: Again, why couldn't he just have done that and got out of his cage? I don't get it.

Gale: People are like that, apparently. Now, shall we take one of those waypoint portals back, so we don't have to get into too many more fights?

Astrid: Works for me. If they're anything like the ones we saw at Moonhaven, they won't be a threat without their leaders and I'm a little tired of hearing the squelch noises.

Back at the Emerald Grove

Zevlor: You rescued Halsin, you rescued the Grove, and you killed all the generals? We're heading to Baldur's Gate while the heading is good but you must let us feast you as best we can before we go.

Astrid: Okay, but I just wanted to talk to Halsin about--

Halsin: Oh. Right. You've got those parasites. I can't help just now but I have an idea but it can wait until morning; you really do deserve a good feasting.

Astrid: Not entirely sure on the "wait until morning" thing, but we've been okay so far, so... I guess? It's been awhile since I had a party.

Partying at camp

Volo: You're lying to me; you should be a mind flayer by now.

Astrid: *gets right up in his face* Take. A. Look.

Volo: *looks*

Volo: *is horrified*

Volo: All right ... all right ... this is ... new ... I need to have a think about this... If I rack my brain I'm sure I'll come up with some old legend that will help...

Gale: I thought he was going to run screaming.

Astrid: ...So did I.

Gale: Was ... was that the plan?

Astrid: Either he was going to run screaming, or he was going to show he was made of the sterner stuff he has to be made of to take this trip. We win either way.

Gale: I ... keep forgetting how devious you are.

That was about it with Gale, but...

Shadowheart: I don't suppose ... you'd want to share some wine and a bedroll?

Astrid: I thought about it. I thought about it a lot. I think ... you need a friend before you need a lover. It could be both, but the friend has to come first.

Shadowheart: That only actually makes me like you more and I suppose you're not just a bit of entertainment, so ... some parts of me are very insistently angry at me, though.

Astarion: I want sex!

Everyone in earshot: *raises eyebrows*

Astarion: Not with the cinnamon roll, though.

Wyll: So you don't ... *ahem* play with your food?

Astarion: Do you shag your food?

Shadowheart: Are you saying you don't go down on your sexual partners, that you're so discerning about the difference between eating and ... well, eating?

Astarion: ...You've all spoiled my appetite all the way around, you cruel people.

Dreamscape, later, with Controller Person wondering what happened to the illusory sex scenes from early access

Guardian: Oh. Hi. Look, you are changing but I won't let you. It's okay. Still, you need to start using the powers that parasite gives you because you're going to need those powers to save the worlds.

Astrid: Worlds ... plural?

Guardian: ...That's your first question?

Astrid: I like to know the full scope of a situation. It's nice to know exactly how hard epic narrative is going to fuck me, and how spiky the strap-on is going to be.

Guardian: .........

Astrid: Astarion got ... look, it doesn't matter. I don't want to be a mind flayer!

Guardian: And you won't be! Not while I'm around! Except I have to go for a bit because we're losing a big battle. But you'll be alright for awhile. Also you're going to have to find the source of the magic that's keeping those things in there if you want them out ever. Trying to pry them out without disabling the magic first would have killed you or worse.

Astrid: ...wut.

Guardian: Gotta go; bye!

Morning happens and:

Astrid: Okay, hands up who got the dream bulletin about the parasites.

Gale; Astarion; Wyll; Shadowheart: *raise hands*

Astrid: Who reckons I'm owed a massive "I Told You So" for rejecting every goblin, hag, and demon's offers to pry it out?

Wyll; Shadowheart; Gale: *put their hands down*

Astarion: ...All right, fine, consider me ... "told so". Now. How do we find the source of this magic?

Halsin: Moonrise Towers, I think. That's about as far as I got before I was taken hostage, anyway. And if you don't mind, I'll come with; I have some research to do, I've appointed a non-Kagha leader for the Grove, and I owe you for the rescue.

Astrid: Okay, how do we get there?

Halsin: Two options. One - we go up a mountain pass and through land that'll kill us at best just by our presence there. Two - we cut through the Underdark. Questionably safer, but there are Shar-worshipping Dark Justiciar down there and--

Shadowheart: *very tiny hero-worship squee*

Astrid: It makes Shadowheart happy and it avoids being driven crazy by the landscape itself? Sold; Underdark it is! Now, where's the nearest entrance!

Halsin: In the Shattered Sanctum somewhere.

Astrid: ...................So ... I ported out of that camp after killing as few goblins as possible ... and now I have to go back through there ... after having killed their generals? Well ... maybe they'll have vacated by now?

And, later:

The Goblins: *have not vacated*

Astrid: Well ... nuts.

[thescarletmansion]

“Aya-sama, theres reason to believe Chii yuu is involved in Yuri’s disappearance- or her spirit at least, what can you tell me about her? Is she among the bodies buried on that mansion ground?”

LADY AYA'S RESPONSE:

Everyone in Johto knew of Lady Chi Yuu.

She was famous for her brutality and for felling not one, but two whole empires, in reality. The second empire was rarely spoken of, due to the old xenophobic nature of their ancestors. However, the records still existed amongst the old families that had existed back then.

"Lady Chi Yuu was a woman of supposed unparalleled beauty. She had no discernable peer in Johto. She was once the ruler of Johto's single lover, however the man was quite a character and sought out more and more lovers. She systematically killed them one by one, until it is said her body count reached one hundred women."

There was a pause, for Lady Aya to gather her thoughts and delve deep into her memory. Much of her education was on taming the spirits that existed long before her own birth. There was a lot to sort and recall.

"She destroyed Johto with her selfish ways and escaped to another land along with some of her most prized possessions. However, she was killed while the courtesan of another ruler...her ashes were brought back to our region...she was meant to be buried and sealed as a result...however, the shrine that housed her ashes were destroyed a number of years ago, yet many of us were unable to locate her lingering spirit...so we all assumed she had passed on..."

Aya's gaze trailed downwards, eyeing now the spot where Rika kept the magatama, staring at it for a good long while in silence. Her gaze softened and she nodded her head, as if silently replying to someone's words though none were spoken in that time.

Excusing herself quietly, she reached out and gently smoothed at the cowlick Rika was known for having, in a gesture somehow mimicking what someone once living used to do, as if channeling them for a moment. The priestess smiled gently, her expression sad.

"You are someone else's daughter and I feel terrible sending you there, so on behalf of myself and your mother...please be careful, Rika-san."

@monterraverde

[lostonehero]

More YouTuber Micheal

"Now kids who watch my nephew, you have to ask for an adults permission to start this project..." Henry continues as Micheal gives him a thumbs up.

It's been a long time since he has seen his uncle this happy. Maybe if Elizabeth wasn't killed accidently, then William wouldn't have killed Charlie to show the pain he was feeling against Henry... granted, that's a lot of what ifs and many, many dead children ago.

"Micheal, can you hand me a wrench, please.... not from your chest cavity." Henry frowns as Micheal puts his shirt down.

Micheal rummaged through his uncle toolbox. "What size do you need?"

"Just give me the set, kid. I'll be using multiple." Henry smiles, taking the tools from Micheal.

Michael returned to his seat, watching his uncle. He was honestly happy. It's been a long time coming, but he feels happy. Sure, he still wants things like love and maybe the ability to eat a burger, but he doesn't feel guilty anymore. Sure, he was a dumb kid, but how could he know that his father reinforced the jaws of Fred bear, making it capable of crushing a skull. Uncle Henry has explained it multiple times that wouldn't be possible unless specifically built.

"Oh, uh, Micheal?" Henry smiles again he knows Micheal is zoning out, and he doesn't want his thoughts to spiral.

Micheal looks up from his chair. "Uh, right, what do you need help with?"

"Micheal, this is your channel, and I did have some questions to ask you while I work. I am a guest on here. You should be featured on your own channel." His eyes crinkle as he smiles.

Micheal gets up from his chair in the corner, walking to stand next to Henry. "Uncle Henry, this is your project."

"Don't uncle Henry me kid. Your fans should be able to see how you are with family, right? Got to be a good influence on these kids that watch you."

Micheal bites back a laugh. "Alright, alright, only because you asked. Besides, the fans do have questions for you."

Henry smirks. "Now, is that right?"

"They want to know how you're so fit for your age, and again, another age thing why you don't look your age."

Henry snickers. "Having an active lifestyle helps, I still work at a few fredbear locations fixing the machinery I invented. To keep my mind sharp, I've been teaching myself all the new programming languages that's been developed. I've been on top of my game. A healthy diet helps as well. My nephew keeps me young as well, I might not be skin and bone like him, but we all get there in the end."

Micheal chuckles. "Yes, yes, I'm the walking corpse, and you're in your 70s with skills to rival any youngin."

"Youngin Micheal, really? You sound older than me. I'm hip with these kids." Henry laughs as Michel starts to laugh as well.

Micheal waves his hands. "Alright, alright last question so you can finish your machine for the people."

"Give me a hard one, Mike. I can take it." Henry smirks.

Micheal raises his brow and nods. "So, Uncle Henry, why don't you live here with me?"

Henry smile softens. "For one, you live in a one bedroom apartment, Micheal, in one of the worst places in town." He is speaking as if he is scolding Micheal but in a very caring way. "And two, why do you keep refusing to move in with me. My old house can use more than one person in it."

"You know your sister doesn't like me.. and her kids and grandkids dont..."

"Michael, that's enough. I would gladly take you in my home if you ever accept it.. we would have to build several new bookshelves for your massive library that occupies your bedroom, hmmmm maybe redo the bathroom as well."

"That's another reason. You don't need more excuses to change that old home of yours."

"Bah, right guys, my nephew should stay with me. He's running out of excuses." Henry chuckles. "That's the one thing you have in common with your father you're both stubborn to a fault."

Micheal huffs and waves him off, crossing his arm as he sits in the chair in the corner.

"Ah, apologies, it seems my nephew is pouting. I've struck a dead nerve."

Micheal hides a smile from that joke.

"Anyway, back to the machine at hand. So when we reach this part...."

.....

Uncle Henry's videos always do really well for his channel. Micheal, however, does not want to explain what a Gilf is to his uncle.