#rivy steele

[shroudkeeper]

How does Rivi approach relationships? (romantic or otherwise)

Ahh, the Lady of the Golden Woods.

As much as I would like to say she approaches relationships with a healthy dose of open communication as a normal person, after so many years of writing her, and those who have come to know her, it takes a while to get to the core of who she is because how guarded she can be.

She usually shrouds herself with an air of mystery and emits an aura of intensity; Rivienne keeps that at the forefront whilst never immediately revealing the layers of her multifaceted personality. She is a curious, but dangerous being, and sometimes it may oft give the impression that she is approaching this like a combatant stepping foot on a battlefield - but this is the way she is wired.

She is, after all, someone who thrives in engagement.

Romantically, as her lovers know, she approaches that with the idea of seeking balance in what she is. For years she has met monsters, faced down adversaries, slain supposed gods, and saved worlds, all she knows is the taste of steel and blood - her heart is but a battle drum. She seeks others who understand this, who will accept it and though her approach to a romance gives her momentary pause, once it is established, there is a weight lifted from her shoulders.

Her nymphs and husband, for example, have welcomed her nature, as both the elegant lady of their woodland realm, and the wild battle-hungry maiden forged in war.

Thank you for asking this! Always a fun dive into Rivi's world!

[feathersage]

Rivi Feathersage

B A S I C S

Name: Rivienne Steele, but goes by Rivi. Named Feathersage because of her exceptional skill and knowledge with chocobos.

Nicknames: none

Age: Late 20s/Early 30s

Nameday: 14th Sun of the 4th Umrbal Moon

Race: Highlander Hyur

Gender: Female

Orientation: Pansexual

Profession: Adventurer, Weaver, Chocobo Husbandry

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Long thick, perfectly straight red hair. Typically worn in a Gyr Abanian Plait, but sometimes let down completely when she is relaxing.

Eyes: Blue

Skin: White but lightly tanned. Prominent red facial blotchiness.

Tattoos/scars: Typical Highlander face tattoo

F A M I L Y

Parents: Rivi's father was a weaver in Ala Ghiri when the Garlean Empire invaded. He got Rivi smuggled to Ul'dah by a business associate when she was 10 years old. She has not seen or heard from him since.

Rivi's mother was absent throughout her childhood.

Siblings: None

Grandparents: Unknown

In-laws and Other: Polyamorous but chronically single. Flings in the past with Moenbryda Wilfsunnwyn and Raubahn Aldynn. Has a platonic adventuring companion in Simomo Simo @simomo-the-smol

Rivi and Redolent Rose grew up together in Ul'dah , and she considers him a very close friend.

Pets: Rivi owns 26 thoroughbred racing chocobos, as well as a flock of 20 wild chocobos. Her riding chocobo, Xiaoyu, is her closest companion and is almost constantly by her side.

Xiaoyu is a millioncorn yellow Rouncey chocobo that Rivi has taught to fight and cast healing magic. His favourite food is sylkis buds, and he's very noisy and sassy.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Rivi has mastered White Magic, and is a monk of the Fist of Rhalgr. On her adventures she is partial to teaching the Fist of Rhalgr style to any who are committed to learn it.

Hobbies: Swimming, and fashion. Particularly making her own clothes.

Rivi is also obsessed with chocobos and has been since childhood.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Rivi hates injustice, and will enthusiastically lend her strength to those who need it.

Most Negative Trait: Rivi struggles to form close relationships since the death of Moenbryda, and tends to run from people she gets too close to.

L I K E S

Colors: Dalamud Red

Smells: Chocobo, nice bath salts

Textures: Leather

Drinks: Anything cold

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: No

Drinks: Hard spirits mixed with fruit juices

Drugs: None

Mount Issuance: Xiaoyu, as above

Been Arrested: No, but narrowly escaped arrest as a child in Ala Ghiri

Tagged by: @sundered-souls Thanks for tagging me, I really enjoyed the opportunity to rotate my blorbo in my mind Tagging @simomo-the-smol @meatball-headache @lizzy-frizzle @mages-ballad @damian-elero @jefarawol @ofscorchedearth @wayward-hatchling @xhiel @uldahstreetrat @alannah-corvaine @arasnealashandr

[feathersage]

My first character was an Elezen called Rivienne, one of the randomly assigned names Elezen women can receive. I changed her to a Highlander with my free fantasia for beating ARR, as I was getting super invested in the plight of the Ala Mhigans in the story and I wanted to attach my character to them. However, my in game friends would still call me Rivi so I decided to keep the name.

In canon Rivi's full name is Rivienne, and she's probably named after an Elezen that her father had a deep respect for. I haven't figured out the details of that though.

Her family name is Steele, but people gave her the name Feathersage to reflect her knowledge and experience with chocobos. This is a direct reference to the Chocobo Sage from Final Fantasy VII, a hermit creature who lives in the northern mountains and knows everything about chocobos. This is likely Rivi's destiny as she goes into her old age.

WoL QotD: What made you choose your WoL's name? Does it have any important meaning or did it just sound nice?

Follow up: Is it lore accurate? If it isn't, why not?

[nate-the-content-creator]

Rivy and Ryder take Fay and Thorne to Build A Bear

It was rather a warm day for it being so late into fall. The small family that made up Ryder and his fiancee Rivy, as well as their twin children, Fay and Thorne were strolling through downtown Vale.

"So where to next?" Rivy's question was directed at her daughter. The dragon Faunus had just cleaned up the mess of what was the chocolate and strawberry swirl ice cream, that Fay had practically inhaled after their lunch. The smaller dragon Faunus looked about in wonder at all the shops they were passing, and her eyes lit up when she saw one that captured her full attention.

"There!" Fay squealed in excitement, pointing to a shop who's sign read: Stuff A Fluff. A store popular among children, that allowed them to make their own stuffed animal. In fact, it was where Ryder had gotten the two dragon plushies for the twins first Christmas.

"What do you think champ?" Ryder asked his son. He was carrying Thorne on his shoulder, while Momo trotted along happily between her master and Ryder.

Thorne's response was to nod excitedly. "Yeah!~"

His son's enthusiastic response, made Ryder laugh a bit. "Alright then, come on Momo~" The Atlesian Shepard gave a soft wuff of affirmation, and followed alongside.

The small family including Momo walked past the sliding doors of the shop, and were quickly greeted by one of the employees.

"Hello there~" The young rather bubbly girl in her late teens had a smile on her face. "Is there anything that I can help you with?~"

Fay got her mother's attention by tugging on Rivy's sleeve. "Mama~" She pointed to a nearby shelf, where there were yet to be stuffed Pokemon plushies.

"Oh, is that what you want Fay?~" Rivy was answered with a happy and excited nod. Recently, Ryder had been getting the two into the series by letting the two of them play some of the games every so often. Upon reaching the particular shelf, Fay immediately picked out a Rockruff, while Thorne took a Dragonite.

"Good choices~" The bubbly employee smiled at the two young dragon Faunus, and brought over a basket of plush hearts. "Go on, pick one you two~"

The twins looked at one another, before they reached into the basket, each choosing a heart for their Pokemon plushies. Then followed the employees instructions on how to make these hearts special, before being led over to the cotton machine.

The two dragon Faunus twins were very enamored with the cotton that was being thrown around. And the sight of their wide eyes, made both of their parents laugh softly. One by one, both plushies were soon stuffed with the white fluffy cotton, and the seam was then sewn shut.

"Oh no." Rivy placed a hand on top of Ryder's. Lowering his hands down, when he brought out his wallet to pay. "Don't you even think about it~ It's my turn~ And no 'buts'."

Ryder gave her a soft smile, and relented watching Fay and Thorne snuggle with their new stuffed animals. Happy smiles on each of their faces.

[jace-the-writer-guy]

(R) Out of all the things that Ryder has cooked, what is Rivy's absolute favorite?

"Hmmmm I think that would be his steak," Rivy replied after she swallowed a piece of the steak Ryder had fixed her, "He cooks it just right, and the seasonings and marination he does with it makes it even better."

[ryders-sfw-paradise]

Ryder! I just heard Rivy had her baby! Is that true? How happy are you both?

Ryder pressed a finger to his lips. “Rivy gave birth on Christmas Eve~ She and the twins are resting comfortably right now~”

“Actually, it’s just the twins that are resting right now~” Rivy said with a small laugh, as she held the sleeping twins in her arms. One boy and one girl were snuggled up to their mother, sleepy smiles on both of their faces. 

“You insisted we name them after your parents right?~” Ryder asked, lightly brushing a strand of hair out of his newborn son’s face. 

Rivy nodded, happy tears welling in her eyes. “Fay and Thorne~ My own darling little ones~”

[heisokay]

Henry Cavill for Hugo Boss Eyewear, 2018.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Little update about my future plans:

While now I'm putting my focus on Sriracha and Peter Parker's iPod (yes, another chapter should be posted during the weekend, or on Monday if I'll be reaaally fucking lazy), there's still two fics gracing my mind: Pieces of the People We Love and The Eighties Blasts Collection.

While I'm not actively writing for these fics, I have them on my mind. And because I feel like I'm not good enough at focusing at them as well, @notaliteraltoad, I will post something called The Badass Portfolio, which will at least contain songs to listen to while I'm not posting for them. The series is inspired after these songs!

I'll also post character portfolio for series I call Silver For Monsters & Steel For Humans, focusing on a Witchress (a female Witcher).

[firefly464]

The Real World - Chapter 13

"Oh Im gonna take a small break and go easy on this chapter :D" - me the other day. i then proceeded to write the longest chapter so far for no god damn reason.

ALSO YAY COOL SYMBOLISM IN THIS ONE

Thank you @i-have-this-now​ for helping me with transitions because im a complete mess Thank you to @rivys​ for beta reading and editing!

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“They WHAT?!” Wilbur yelled, wheeling around to stare at the teenager behind him. 

“They uh, they’re going to try and bring our Tommy and Dream back?” Tubbo repeated, taking a step back. “Is that bad…?” Hadn’t this been what Wilbur wanted? For their own Tommy to come home? Why was he acting so aggressive about it? 

“Yes that's bad! Thats really fucking bad! Not Tommy obviously, but Dream?! Tubbo, Dream could come and break the peace treaty. He might start a whole new war, just out of spite. I cant… We can’t do that again. We just don’t have the resources.”

Tubbo paled as he realized what Wilbur was saying. Yes, they might have a chance to bring Tommy home, but at what cost? They would have to go back to living in fear, terrified that at any moment, Dream would come up behind them and try to kill one of them. He took another step back, shaking his head. He couldn’t go back to living like that. He just couldn’t. 

Wilbur walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, crouching slightly so that he was at eye level. “Tubbo, I need you to tell me something, and I need you to tell me the truth. Where are they going?” Tubbo shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. On one hand, he had promised Tommy that he was going to help him get home. He had given his word. But on the other, he couldn’t go back to living in constant fear. He just couldn’t. “The eastern dark woods…” he muttered, trying to push away the guilt that gnawed at him. He had to do this. For his friends. He had no choice. 

“Got it.” Wilbur stood to full height, his eyes set and determined. “Go get your things together. We’ve got quite the trip ahead of us.”

~~~

“You can’t be serious. This is all you have? Why are there- why the hell do you have so many buckets? How on earth are you going to carry them?” George shook his head as he looked over the meager pile of supplies that Dream had gathered. 

Dream just shrugged as he rolled up the bedroll he had found in one of the chests. “You never know what might happen. I’m just trying to be prepared.” 

“Right. So you decided the best way to be prepared was to pack 3 buckets, but not pack any food or actual fresh water. You don’t even have a flint and steel!” 

A snort of laughter sounded from behind them. Dream turned to see Tommy, snickering to himself quietly. When the teenager noticed that they were looking at him, he wiped the grin off his face and stood up straight, trying to look serious. It didn’t work. 

“You know, you could be actually helping instead of just standing there and laughing,” Dream remarked. 

“Aw, but where's the fun in that? It’s much more entertaining to sit back and watch you struggle.” 

“Oh really? I would love to see you do a better job.” He clipped the bedroll to the base of his pack. 

Tommy stepped forward with a smug grin. “Ok, I will, since I’m just so cool and awesome. First off, you need coal for torches and shit. Second, toss the buckets out. You’re not going to be pulling any epic mlg moves here. That's just not how physics work.” Dream grumbled to himself as he took the buckets out of the pile. 

“Shut up, both of you!” George cried out, bringing the bickering to a halt. “Clearly neither of you have any idea what's going on or what to do. So instead of arguing, why don’t you just listen to me and do what I tell you to do. We’re on a timer, aren’t we?” 

Dream and Tommy looked down guilty. They had forgotten about the 48 hour limit, and had ended up falling back into their carefree habits. “Right, sorry.” Tommy said. 

“Alright, Dream, I want you to go and gather some water. Once you’ve got a bucket full, I want you to boil it and bottle it. We can’t have you getting sick from dirty water. Tommy, go and gather some wheat. We don’t need too much, just enough to make enough bread for if we can’t find any animals. I’m going to go and get the horses saddled.” George’s voice was calm as he explained what each of them was going to do. The other two nodded and quickly rushed out of the room. 

~~~

“Alright I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve never rode a horse before. I’ve got no fucking idea what I’m doing,” Tommy admited as he tried to find his balance atop the large animal. The three of them had gathered up all of their materials rather quickly, and were now on their way towards the forest. “Seriously, how the fuck do people do this?”

“By shutting up and not complaining.” Dream seemed to have figured out how to ride his horse pretty quickly, and was now spending his time taunting the younger teenager. 

“Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t so damn annoying, I would have less to complain about.” 

"C'mon, Tommy, hurry up. The sun's setting." George said, while Tommy almost fell off his horse.

The three of them rode across the rough wilderness, as the moon rose slowly along the horizon. This was going to be a long night.

~~~

“We can stop here to make camp for the night,” George said as they came across a small clearing. The three of them had been traveling for hours now, and found themselves in the middle of a birch forest. 

"Eugh, birch. This is literally the worst kind of wood." Dream said jokingly. 

"Agreed." Tommy nodded.

"What? Oh come on, birch isn't that bad." George relatiated as he set up a fire.

"What?" Dream laughed. "George, have you seen these trees?"

"Dream, they're just trees. Plus, we aren't gonna be here for long. We'll keep travelling as soon as the sun rises." George rolled his eyes.

“Ughhhh, really?! But that’s so early!” 

“Tommy, shut up. Stop acting like a child. You’re just lucky that we found a place to stop at all.” George handed both Dream and Tommy a couple of torches. “Here, set these up along the perimeter. The last thing we need is a bunch of mobs trying to kill us while we sleep.” 

Both Dream and Tommy stared at him in shock. 

“What? Do you guys not have mobs in your world?” 

“Wha- No of course we don’t! I didn’t think that they were actually real here, holy shit…” Dream exclaimed. 

“Damn… A world where you don’t have to worry about getting eaten alive in the middle of the night. That honestly sounds really nice.” he shook his head, trying to clear his mind. “Never mind that right now. I need you guys to set up the torches.”

~~~

The sound of a netherite blade slicing through the air echoed across the quiet forest. It had been several hours since they had set up camp, and Dream had long since given up on sleep. The events of the day had played over and over in his mind, making it impossible to close his eyes. And so, he had quietly gotten up and snuck away to a small open area where he could practice.

Over the past week, he had found that practicing sword fighting helped him to calm down. The simple, repetitive motions helped to quiet the intrusive thoughts that continued to plague him. He had started to grow quite reliant on it to stay sane. Maybe, when he finally got home, he would join a fencing class. 

If he got home. No. No he couldn’t think like that. Pessimism wouldn’t get him anyone. He needed to trust Tubbo and Wilbur. They were going to get him and Tommy home. They had to. 

“You know, you’ve really gotten a lot better,” said a voice from behind him. A squeal of surprise was torn from Dream’s throat as he spun around, his sword at the ready. “Pffft, what on earth was that?” George stepped out from the shadows of the trees into the light of the torches that Dream had set up. 

Dream placed a hand on his chest, trying to calm his racing heart. “Jesus man, you scared me. What the hell was that about?” 

The shorter man chuckled as he stepped further into the light. “Gotta keep you on your toes. What's the point of learning how to fight if you’re not constantly aware?” He drew his own sword and held it out in the form of a challenge. 

“You are actually the worst,” he said, raising his own sword in response. 

With a grin, George rushed forward in attack. Dream raised his sword to block the incoming strike, allowing his instincts to take over. He had learned that if he simply didn’t think about what he was doing, he often did quite well. And so he let his mind go blank, instead focusing on surroundings. The stars, the leaves, the trees, even the man before him was all taken in as they sparred. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” George asked, most likely hoping to distract his opponent. 

Dream only shrugged as he feigned an attack at his friend's leg, only to come up and create a small cut on his cheek. “Couldn’t sleep. I was hoping that doing some practice would help calm me down.” 

“And? How's your success rate?” 

“Well it was pretty good, until you arrived and scared me half to death.”

“Aww, I didn’t realize compliments scared you so much.” 

“Yes, I’m quite shy.” Dream couldn’t help but grin. 

As the two of them joked back and forth, they continued their little duel. It had been going for a couple minutes now, and they seemed to be at a bit of a stand still. A rush of pride surged through him. In roughly a week, he had gone from completely and totally useless to actually able to defend himself. Now, he just needed to set himself apart. 

His mind began working overtime, analysing every small detail. Quickly, he reached back with his free hand and pulled out a loaded crossbow. George’s face transformed into surprise when he saw the weapon. The bolt flew past his face, only just barely grazing the side of his head.

Dream quickly threw the weapon aside and pressed his advantage. Suddenly, the favor was tipped towards Dream. George was unbalanced, startled by the use of the crossbow. Still, he managed to raise his sword just in time to block another strike. 

With his free hand, Dream reached into one of the pouches around his waist and pulled out a small sphere, roughly the size of a marble. With a slight squeeze, the sphere expanded to the size of a baseball. While George was distracted with blocking the strike towards his face, Dream tossed the sphere behind him. With a crash, the sphere shattered against the ground.

Suddenly, Dream appeared behind George in a shower of purple. With a sweep of his foot, his friend came falling to the ground. With a final motion, he held the sword above his throat, his green eyes bright with exhilaration and delight. 

“Alright alright, you win. I surrender,” George said with a laugh. 

“Did you see that?! That was so cool! Oh my god that was so awesome!” Dream exclaimed as he helped George to his feet. “That was so damn cool!!” he started jumping around the small clearing in excitement. 

“How did you even do that? I’ve never seen someone use a crossbow in the middle of a sword fight before” 

“I’ll be honest, I’ve got no idea. I have no idea what the hell I just did. I just know that it was cool as fuck!” 

He shook his head, chuckling as he watched his friend dance around the area. George had never seen Dream show any sort of emotion before, much this level of excitement. Even though he knew the reasons why, he couldn’t help but feel a bit weirded out by it. Watching the pure joy flash across Dream’s face was strange. Still, it was nice. “You are such a dork” 

He only responded with a wide grin. 

A thought flashed through George’s mind, causing him to frown slightly. Dream stopped his playful jumping and walked over, his eyes now filled with concern. “Hey, you alright?” He asked. “Oh shit, you’re bleeding! Hold on I’ve got a few bandages on me I think…” 

As Dream pulled out a couple white bandages from his bag, George let out a slight chuckle. “Do you even know how to use those?” 

“Uhhh, not really? I’m sure I can figure it out. How hard can it be?” 

He wasn’t impressed. With a roll of his eyes, George held out his hand for the bandages “Here, just let me do it. It doesn’t really hurt, I think it's just a small cut. Probably just needs to be cleaned.” Taking a bottle of water from his bag, he quickly wet the bandage and started to clean the blood from his face. 

Dream pouted. “Well what if I wanted to help?” 

“Then you can go and wash the blood out of these,” George said, tossing him the now stained bandages. “No point in wasting perfectly good bandages because of a small cut.”

He caught them easily, but otherwise didn’t move. “Nope. Not until you tell me whats wrong.

The brunette cursed under his breath. Since when had he been so easy to read? “I uh, I was just thinking about… Stuff,” he waived his hand vaguely. 

“You wanna talk about it?” Dream plopped down onto the grass and patted the ground next to him. “Here, take a seat.”

He sat. 

“Spill.”

“I’m just… Worried, I guess? I mean, in a few days, you’re going to be gone and… the other Dream will be back. I guess I’m just scared about what he's gonna do.”

The smile faded from Dream’s face as he considered what to say. “What was he like?” he asked after a few seconds. “The other me, I mean.”

“He was… Scary. All he cared about was the thrill of the hunt. The mask made it impossible to tell what he was ever thinking, which made it ten times worse. Of course, it only covered his eyes and nose, so that you could still see his grin.” He shuddered. “I watched as he blew up the gates of L’manberg with a massive smile on his face.” 

“So then… why did you follow him in the first place?” 

“I had no choice. When Sapnap and I showed up, he was the only other person here. It was either join him or be left out to die to the mobs. After a while I guess I just didn’t realize how cruel he was. He was a good leader, and super charismatic. Not to mention a really good actor. By the time the war started… I guess I just trusted him, if that makes sense. He had kept me alive ‘till then, so why would anything change?”

Dream nodded. He wasn’t going to pretend like he understood what his friend had gone through, but he could still try and help in his own way.  “He taught you sword fighting, how to survive. You felt like you were indebted to him, right?” 

“Yeah… Pretty much. God, its so stupid! I should have been able to realize how messed up he was. Why the hell did I not realize?!” He took off his round sunglasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut tight. “I was so fucking stupid.” 

Hesitantly, Dream reached over and placed a hand on his friends back, trying to comfort him. “Hey, that’s not stupid. You’d be surprised at how easily our minds can trick us into thinking we’re doing the right thing. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's not your fault.” A stab of guilt shot through him. He had been the one to add George onto the server. If he had waited a bit, would things have been different? Maybe if he had acted differently on stream, or not sent the declaration of war, maybe things would have turned out different. The other Dream might have turned out to be a decent guy, not someone that people trembled before and feared. 

“I should have been smarter… I should have joined Sapnap when he went off on his own.” 

The weight of George’s words finally sunk in. The other Dream was a monster, a killer. He was the living, breathing version of the mask Dream sometimes wore in his videos. The act of someone who enjoyed the hunt, and nothing more. These past two weeks had been peaceful and calm compared to what everyone had normally lived through, and it was all because the monster was finally gone. But now… now they were about to bring him back. They were about to bring everyone’s worst nightmare back to life. 

What choice did they have? It was either that, or let the entire world get destroyed. Either way, the other Dream was about to ruin people’s lives. He sighed. “It's going to be alright, ok? We’ll figure something out, I promise. You’re not going to go back to living like that. I promise.” 

Now, it was just a matter of keeping that promise. 

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[the-wonder-duo]

Weekly Update #2

I’m afraid that we may have skipped one or two of these; we’ve been a little busy as of late. However, I wanted to take the time to post an update of all the things that have happened since the last time a weekly update post was made— just to fill in any newcomers on what’s been going on recently, or to refresh any of our other fans on the latest going-ons. 

Without further ado, here’s some of the important things that have happened over the past few weeks: 

The remains of Pro Hero InvisaInk was discovered deep beneath the city in a Quirk shelter. InvisaInk will be greatly missed by his friends and family. He was a beloved Pro Hero and a good man to all who had the fortune to have met him. 

Ground Zero and I, among several other reputable heroes, are currently working with the Hero Police Force to find whoever is responsible for this tragedy and bring them to justice.

At Kiyashi Mall, the #standNOW movement took place not long afterwards, in honor of InvisaInk, to support Generation Now. The event was interrupted by an attack of more than fifty villains; Ground Zero was responsible for apprehending the majority of these criminals. 

The tag #symbolofvictory began to trend on social media as stories of Ground Zero’s fierceness in the midst of combat spread; our publicist saw fit to change Ground Zero’s tagline from “The Explosion Hero” to “The Symbol of Victory.” 

In my opinion, Ground Zero truly has earned this namesake; he’s always shone so brightly, he’s blinding. 

After we returned home from attending InvisaInk’s funeral, I... discovered Kacchan sitting in the shower, bleeding from washing his arms with a stainless steel scrubbing pad. 

He is continuing to undergo professional treatment for this breakdown. 

Maintaining one’s mental health is important for Professional Heroes— maintaining one’s mental health is important for everyone. Please seek help if you’re considering self-harm; there is no shame in seeking professional assistance. One wouldn’t ignore a broken arm; please don’t ignore any mental ailments.

I talked a little about my biggest regret. 

I made Kacchan breakfast for his birthday, and we went hiking together! I gave him my present; I commissioned a pair of hearing aids from our support support items developer. 

Instead of just allowing Kacchan to hear more clearly, there are a few settings that will have Kacchan to have an incredible sense of hearing; he’ll be able to pick up on conversations that are taking place from several meters away. In addition, he’ll be able to render any nearby audio recording devices— reporters snooping and such, he always gets so annoyed with those —useless, and whoever’s listening in would get quite the nasty screech in return. 

In short, the hearing aids allow Zero to “kill with his ears.” 

I brought Zero back to our cabin in the woods, and our friends surprised him with a birthday party! We all spent the night there. 

Kirishima-kun even managed to snap a picture of Kacchan and I, ah, sleeping together. 

I gave Kacchan another massage. To my surprise, he demanded to massage me, instead. 

It felt, ah. Nice. Eventually, I fell asleep. 

A package containing InvisaInk’s heart was sent to Kacchan with the rest of his birthday gifts. 

Kacchan isn’t looking for true love. I am. 

When I found out that Kacchan was sharing personal information with someone else in our private messages, I was a little... upset after they’d taunted me with that information. Kacchan refused to tell me what the conversation had been about after asking me to step in once they’d flirted a little too much with him, and we got into a... squabble of sorts. The fight escalated, and I stormed out of the apartment after some heated words were exchanged. 

Kacchan always causes me to say the most heated things! He’s so infuriating. 

Kacchan also, ah. Apologized. 

And admitted that he’d been talking about his, um. Personal habits. In the shower. In short, he’d been occasionally using his shower time to masturbate. 

Which is perfectly healthy! 

Everyone does it!

Even me!

Oh god. 

I’m going to shut up now. 

Anyways. 

Kacchan found me and actually carried me back to the apartment after throwing me over his shoulder. Which was really quite unnecessary! He even jostled me a bit when I was trying to update you all on what was happening. 

Tumblr user @rivie-arts​ managed to snap a picture of it. 

The internet... went a little crazy with that information.  Our publicist will never forgive us. Our blog has likely been denounced on every parental watch list that exists. 

I was hit with a inhibition-lowering Quirk; I said... quite a few blatant remarks during this time. 

I’m very sorry for this behavior, and I apology to anyone that I may have offended with my unfiltered commentary. 

We consented to attend the Museum of Nature and Science’s Annual Spring Gala (as an apology to our publicist) along with fellow Pro Heroes Creati, Celsius, and Red Riot. We also agreed to interview a set of guests, although our publicist refused to tell us who these guests would actually be. 

No matter what Quirk you may have, or if you may not have a Quirk at all— you matter. 

Ground Zero talked a little about the tumultuous aspects of our shared pasts and discussed why he still calls himself a hero in spite of his behavior back then; I pointed out that even when I thought that Kacchan was a jerk (to be honest, I still think that he is) I still found him to be amazing and inspiring. Now, of course, I think that he’s even more. 

To my surprise, Kacchan cut his hair for the gala; he now sports an undercut. I think that it suits him. 

We attended the gala; Ground Zero danced with Tumblr user @exoticjizz​ while he was there, who goaded him into allowing him to, ah. Grope his butt. In public. 

I, ah. Came to check up on him. And interrupted them a little. 

And decided to dance with him myself. 

A picture was snapped of this, too. 

We left early and went to an arcade together. I won! Since we’d made a deal that the loser would buy the winner a prize at the exchange counter with their tickets later on, Ground Zero bought an All Might toy ring for me. 

We interviewed the guests that our publicist had chosen for us, which turned out to be a group of fans that, ah, “shipped” us, and who had collaborated together to create a fanzine called Mirrors. One of the categories of this fanzine featured “BakuDeku,” which is, as we admittedly know, our ship name. 

Here’s a link to the transcript, which was typed in real time by our publicist. 

No, we don’t know why our publicist chose this particular set of fans to interview. Although it was strange to see, ah, artwork and stories of ourselves like, ah, that, the fans were very nice, and clearly very talented! 

If you’d like to pre-order a copy of the zine, please see this post, which also includes a coupon for a special gift! 

Neither of us have any plans for having children; our jobs and aspirations would not allow us to put that child first, and children deserve to come first. Unfortunately, it’s unlikely that either of us will ever have the time needed to devote to a child. 

I like to massage Kacchan, because I want to help Kacchan feel good. He carries so much tension sometimes; I want him to know that the weight of the world doesn’t have to rest solely on his shoulders. I’m currently experimenting with different methods to help Kacchan relax. 

We are continuing to investigate InvisaInk’s death, and have made progress, though we’re not at liberty to discuss the breakthroughs in the case. 

[dovebuffy92]

https://www.fanbolt.com/115038/the-good-fight-season-5-review-white-privilege-bigoted-theories/

The Good Fight Season Five, created by Phil Aden Robinson, Michelle King, and Robert King, explores the Reddick & Lockhart (R&L) law firm dealing with institutions, truth, and racial justice constantly being under fire. Michelle King and the rest of the writer’s portrayed the COVID-19 pandemic brilliantly.

In the world of The Good Fight, the pandemic was entirely under control by the start of 2021. Mask wearing and social distancing are only highlighted in the first episode, “ Previously On…”.

“Previously On … ” features a series of recaps revealing how the main characters like Diane Lockhart (Christine Baranski) and Jay DiPersia (Nyambi Nyambi) function during the height of the pandemic. Lucca Quinn (Cush Jumbo) moves to London to work for Black billionaire Bianca Skye (Chasten Harmon). Name partner Adrian Boseman (Delroy Lindon) moves to Altana to join the Black Lives Matter movement.  Investigator Jay spends the height of the pandemic hospitalized for COVID. Former firm investigator Marissa Gold (Sarah Steele) enrolls in law school at Chicago-Kent. The chaos ensues from here.

In Episode Seven, “And the Fight had a Detente …” everybody believes name partners Liz Reddick (Audra McDonald) and Diana are in a romantic relationship. The fake relationship is never referenced, and it’s as though it never happened for the remainder of the season. The writers left a lot of great material on the floor.

The other over-the-top storylines in Season Five, like copy store worker Hal Wacker (Mandy Patinkin)  creating a court with no legal training, continued throughout the whole season. It’s too bad since the “fake lesbian��� storyline was the funniest aspect of the season, bringing a necessary lightness to a dark time.

It’s hard to keep a straight face when the Tucker Carlson style anchor throws out the insane theory that Diana is a closeted Lesbian. The anchor’s only explanation for his theory is that Diana’s husband, conservative Kurt McVeigh(Gary Cole), remains camera shy. The ridiculous assertions continue when he says that she is dating named partner Liz because they are inseparable.

The Fox anchor’s baseless statements cause the two frenemies to laugh uncontrollably, triggering us to do the same. His theories are even funnier since the two female lawyers can’t get along this season.  Liz wants White Liberal Diana to step down as a name partner so R& L can be a Black-led law firm. Diana thinks that she deserves her power within the firm. The two former friends can’t stand to be in the same room together. They are only partnering up to win a $5 million civil suit against the Chicago Police Department for excessive force.

It gets funnier when the “Liberal” judge Charles Abernathy (Denis O’Hare) buys into the notion that the two women lawyers are girlfriends. Why would an intelligent being who leans politically progressive believe some bigoted journalist from Fox?

One look at Baranski and McDonald’s facial expressions reveals their plan to take advantage of Abernathy’s bigoted liberalism. Without saying a word, we know what they’re thinking. The scene shows their acting chops. This farce goes so far that R& L HR has the two women sign a “love contract.”

Since it’s a serialized story, we are left hanging because this incident is never mentioned again. The friendship chemistry between the two female partners brings magic to the show, sadly only present for this episode.  Chicago’s Justice system’s biased beliefs about the two women enabled them to forget their differences for a little bit and work together.

Institutional racism has always been at the center of The Good Fight, but this season tackles white privilege straight on. R& L usually takes on police violence cases, but this is the first time the writers reveal how the healthcare system is one of the worst culprits of institutional racism.

Episode Five, “And the Firm Had Two Partners…” is all about Drug Kingpin Oscar Rivi’s (Tony Plana) lawsuit against a hospital for racial discrimination. He thought that his twenty-something-year-old daughter died of COVID-19 because she was a person of color. His theory is that while White patients received adequate medical care, doctors ignored his daughter’s needs. It turns out that Rivi’s daughter received the best care because everybody feared him, though Jay almost died of COVID.

The investigator was packed like a sardine with at least forty other Black patients in the pit, a.k.a. hospital waiting room. The doctors declared them all “too far gone.” These Black men and women laid in their hospital beds, gasping for air with little to no medical supervision. While in a coma, Jay overheard nurses making comments revealing they don’t care about Black lives. Jay only survived because White divorce lawyer David Lee (Zach Grenier) called the hospital to check in on him. Nurses brought him to a private room. David helping Jay is an example of White privilege being used for good.

The outlandish behavior by R & L’s clients and the justice system reflects how culturally divided the United States remains even without Trump at the helm. If you love past seasons of The Good Fight or its predecessor, The Good Wife, watch all the new episodes on Paramount Plus!

[shroudkeeper]



5. Does your OC have a signature weapon and/or attack? How long did they train to master it? (for Rivi and/or Kikyo)

Get to know the OC

Rivienne has had several swords in the past, though they either have been lost in battle or the blade itself was shattered. She learned when young, the skill of combat, mostly from watching her brothers at first, who prepared themselves to return to Ishgard and serve. It took several years to train herself in both short and longsword techniques, which aided her for the many years to come as she took on the mantle of adventurer and warrior.

Kikyo did not come to learn at an early age like Rivienne, but much later, when she was born anew and lived in Hingashi. Under the tutelage of Hayate, the first lieutenant of the clan, Kikyo learned ( and is still learning ) the art of iaido and iaijutsu. This is strictly for the use of her tamahagane steel katana called 天の風 ( Amanokaze / Heavenly Wind ), in honor of the priest that cleansed it of the malicious, accursed energy. It harbored a tsukumogami.

Though the signature weapon that is often seen on her person is the scythe which many are familiar with. It is called 离别钩, The Parting Hook ( or Hook of Departure - the inspiration for this is taken from Gu Long's Seven Armaments ).

The scythe was specially forged for her hands to wield, any other who places their hands upon the weapon will feel their aether drained upon contact. However, she did not have a master to teach her how to properly use it, the weapon itself became suspiciously natural for her to handle. This also allows her to better use darkness around her as a weapon by storing it in the blade itself and unleashing it in brutal attacks.

One of them is her limit break, which is called Dark Subjugation.

[rivygucci-blog]

The Beatin’ Stick

By Gucci

Sophomore Year-2013/2014

I always hated parties. Too many people I don’t know talking about shit I don’t care about. Living with Rivy (my cousin) in the frat house our sophomore year exposed me to more parties than I ever thought imaginable. You see, the frat my cousin was in didn’t have a house on campus at the time, so to compensate; the off-campus house (my house) was used as tribute.

I tried my best to have my fair share of fun. My band would get to play sometimes; I’d get to bartend here and there; I won the beer pong equivalent of the Heisman Trophy, but this isn’t some story about how my character grew to love parties. I still hate them. So many random people would pack into our house every weekend that it was impossible to keep track of who was supposed to be there and who was an ‘unwelcomed guest’

This story, however, starts far before the party did, and begins with our friend, and my band mate, Dan. Dan was our freshman year roommate. He’s a bigger kid and keeps his head closely shaved. We would often call him baldy, bald bastard and other variations that point out his utter baldness, and if he wasn’t rolling a spliff he was probably smoking one. Dan was the king of scraping a dollar together, whether it was playing guitar outside of the dining halls or selling off his old N64 games. Hell, he’d even pluck his pubes and knit a sweater if he knew he could sell it.

Every day we’d come home from class and there he’d be, with a spliff rolled and ready to smoke. With Dan came the Dan-Van, the Dan-mobile, The Smoking Van, etc. It was a Grand Caravan that he had taken the back rows of seats out of. The spacious area was large enough for at least eight of us to hotbox the whole thing. I wouldn’t have been surprised if enough smoke filled the van to lift it off the ground.

It was a Friday morning. Dan had spent the night after band practice and figured he’d just go to class right from our house. He, however, never made it to class that day. His breaks shit the bed halfway to campus and was left rolling down a side street hoping to any higher power that was willing to listen that he wouldn’t crash into anything. Thankfully something did listen, and Dan was able to coast into the parking lot of a nearby mechanic. Lucky for him, they were able to fix the problem then and there. Naturally, Dan said, “Fuck class.” He came back to the crib and told us all what had just transpired.

That afternoon, He, Rivy and I crawled into the back of the van, rolled a few spliffs and began to plan that night’s events. That’s when I noticed something obscure in the van, something that certainly hadn’t been there before. It was a 4-foot long collapsible steel rod, the bottom third was painted florescent green, the middle was a deep black and the top portion maintained it’s steel color.

“Dan, What the fuck is this?” I asked.

Both he and Rivy looked at me in confusion. Neither of them had any clue. Turns out, ‘this’, was one of the mechanics tools he must have left in Dan’s van. What he used it for was anyone’s guess. Being freshly baked, the three of us decide to play with this foreign object. Baseball, golf, even javelin throwing, basically any sport we could think of we tried. At one point Rivy began to chase me with the stick, exclaiming, “I’m gonna stick this up your ass! You better run! “, “I’m fixing to make me a Gucci shish kebab!” and “I’m gonna getcha’ with the Beatin’ Stick.”

“The Beatin’ Stick.”

The name stuck.

Since I was the last one holding the stick when we called it day, I tossed it in my room and forgot about it.

The party began at its usual time. All of Rivy’s frat brothers came over along with a handful of my friends. Posh, my housemate and President of Rivy’s frat is a big kid and kind of looks like the Moon from The Bear in the Big Blue House (you remember that show right?). Also there was Harold P. Argyle. He was probably 35 at the time and was a former brother of the frat. If Nosferatu had darker skin and was Jewish, that would be the perfect visual for you to steep on when picturing Harold P. Argyle. These two people play a role later on in the story.

In particular attendance were my buddies Mike and Brian. Both hailing from the humble land that is Long Island, Mike is a tall Irish kid with red cheeks and a hot temper. He was a real charmer when it came to women. He probably got laid more times in a week than I have in my entire life, but hey, I’ll take a dry spell over having foreign fluids dribble out of the tip of my dick.

Brian was as gym rat as they come. I would say that his three favorite words were “Protein”, “Bud” and “Lite”. “Mah Dude” was his catch phrase of choice. How the three of us clicked is still a mystery, (I attribute it to beer and Super Smash Bros) but I can still call them some of my best friends to this day. Once all the close friends had gathered, the floodgates holding the sorority girls and random partygoers burst open. High heels clanked up the wooden stairs and the unmistaken aroma of beer, marijuana, and sin filled our raised ranch home.

If there is one thing that pisses me off the most about parties, it’s people who break the rules of beer pong; “elbows” being my biggest pet peeve. Dan and I were playing these two kids whom I didn’t recognize at all. To the left was an average size white kid. He wore baggy clothes and wasn’t the biggest talker. His partner was a very tall, lanky black kid who kinda looked like Snoop Dog if you replaced his corn rolls with a dirty dust mop. He too wore baggy clothes and was the main perpetrator of “elbows” (For those who don’t understand the concept of elbows, it’s quite simple. In beer pong, you must keep your elbows behind the table when you shoot. It is basic etiquette)

So, this being a friendly game, I kindly asked the kid, “Hey man, just watch your elbows.” He responded with nothing but a glare. They began to sink cups on Dan and I, each time leaning farther over the table to do so. He might as well have been slam-dunking the pong balls into our cups. What made the situation worse was the amount of trash talk we were receiving. Pong comes with its fair share of trash-talk and taunting, however, these kids were taking it to the next level. So they win, and the trash talk continues. Dan and I, not being ones to start fights, just ignore it and walk away.

About an hour later I walked downstairs to grab another beer out of my room when I see the two kids standing near my drum set. A third, Hispanic kid, had joined them; he seemed to be their leader. I’m naturally very protective of my belongings, so I walked over to the group and engaged them in what was hopefully a boring conversation so that they would walk back upstairs. I started talking about school and work and they weren’t really listening at all. My plan worked and they left.

The party was basically over as it was well past 1 am. Only the close friends were left along with those three kids and this random, out-of-nowhere girl, Adrian. Posh, the Fraternity President told them that they all had to leave and the party was over. This Adrian she-bitch began to stomp her feet and claimed she didn’t have a ride home. (That sucks for you…)

She demanded that one of us drive her and her friends (The three kids) back to campus. Her argument being that this was our party and that it is our responsibility to get her home safely (Yea, ok. You’d have better luck asking us to kidnap a bunch of midgets, superglue dildos to their heads, and force them to fight gladiator style).

It’s quiet for a moment. Everybody in the room erupted in laughter because that was easily the stupidest thing we had heard all year. Posh tells her that she doesn’t have to go home but she can’t stay here. She responds with more hysterical screaming and stupid remarks.

I head downstairs to process this ridiculous scene in my mind. I can still hear Adrian screaming upstairs. As for Rivy? He was in his room with his girlfriend (now ex) trying to get hard. Suddenly we hear a barrage of footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Let’s go, get out!” I hear Posh yell. “Fuck you man! We don’t have a ride home!” one of the three kids hollers back.

Rivy emerges from his room wondering what all the hollering is about.All of a sudden, the tall black kid appears at the top of the stair well. He looks down at the three of us. Brian motions up the stairs to try and force these kids out.

WHACK!

Brian is sucker punched and stumbles backwards down the stairs. The black kid then props his arms against the wall and begins to use his long legs to kick down the stairs and prevent the three of us from coming up.

“Mah dude! What the fuck!” Brain yells.

The battleground is laid out in the following manner. The three kids had their backs to the front door. Upstairs were Posh, Dan, Mike and Harold P. Argyle looking down on them. Downstairs were Brian, Rivy and Myself looking up. The three of us were held back by the long legged kicks from this tall, dark demon. It looked like something out of a video game, where a medium-difficulty leveled boss was blocking an area you had to get to.

Chaos ensues, everyone was screaming and swearing at each other.

“Fuck You!”

“GET THE FUCK OUT!”

Dan lunges towards the kids and winds up tangled with them. He takes a hard shot to the eye. Then it hits me. As if time itself had warped backwards to Dan, Rivy and I smoking in the van hours before. I run to my room and grab The Beatin’ Stick. I pointed it forward like a long spear and with every ounce of oxygen in my body, I yelled louder than I ever had before,

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

I ran up the stairs grasping the Beating Stick like a long sword and started swinging. The three kids turned pale at the sight and motioned to the front door. I began beating them with this pole so bad, you could mistaken me for an angry , old-timer farmer who just caught his 3 sons trying to jerk each other off while their sister cheered them on. In fact, I delivered such a beating, that the tip of this solid pole bent.

As they retreated, they tried grabbing Dan and pulling him out of the door! We grabbed him by his shirt and began a tug of war. After a few moments, we pulled Dan back inside and shut and locked the door. The three kids began banging on the door and ripped the screen clean off.

I hustled back downstairs, waiting for these kids to run around the side of the house and come back in through the sliding glass door. Part of me wanted them to, I was ready for em’. Rivy came up next to me wielding his police baton. We weren’t fucking around anymore.

Tensions settled, and the kids disappeared. Everyone began swapping his perspective of the story. To this day, my friends and all involved can vividly recall the image of me charging up the stairs with the Beatin’ Stick. Ultimately, we decide to call the police and report the incident. We also ordered Domino’s to celebrate our triumph.

Thirty minutes went by, and Harold P. Argyle poked his head out the door in search of the Pizza guy.

“Hey guys! Those kids are still here!” he hollered back into the house.

We all leaped from our seats and hustled outside. Sure enough, the three kids along with Adrian were leaning up against a police car a few houses down. An officer approached us.

“You guys were the ones that made the call right? ” the officer asked.

We explained the situation to him, he told us we had done the right thing in calling the police, and that we were in no trouble what so ever. In fact, the three kids had called the police on themselves to try and get a ride back to campus because it was freezing out (retards). The cop asked Dan if he wanted to press charges. Dan, not really trying to ruin anyone’s life, declined to do so. The cop ensured that he would at least give them a good scare for us.

If you ever have parties, always be careful of who you let in... you never know who you could be dealing with.

To this day, I still have ‘The Beatin’ Stick”. My trunk recently broke and doesn’t stay open. I use the Beatin’ Stick to prop it up when I need access to it. I came to learn that was its purpose all along. However, to me, it will always be the Beatin’ Stick that saved the day, and by far my weapon of choice.

TL;DR: Had a party a few years ago, randoms came over and started trouble, I beat them with a collapsable metal pole, profit.

[jace-the-writer-guy]

Rivy, what's it like seeing Zero follow Momo around like she's his mama?

Rivy smiled and looked back behind her to see Momo following behind her faithfully, and to see Zero following behind Momo. "It's very cute. I think Momo loves the idea of Zero being her adoptive pup."

[jace-the-writer-guy]

(R) Rivy, have Fay and Thorne taken their first steps yet?

Rivy was smiling widely as she watched Thorne slowly stumbling around, but he was walking. And while he was walking on the soft carpet of Ryder's penthouse, Rivy was holding Fay in her arms. "They can both walk now, and it makes me so happy to see. Fay just seems to prefer being held by me."

[nate-the-content-creator]

So, who else dressed as a Critical Role character for the party?

Rivy giggled, while having to pull Thorne away from the basin that held delicious looking apples floating in water.

The dragon Faunus was dressed as Yasha of the Mighty Nein. "Oh no Thorne, you're still too young to go bobbing for apples~"

She gently booped her son's nose. Thorne himself having been dressed by his mama to be Tiberius of Vox Machina.