#semi-serious math

[art-of-mathematics]

Looks like a toy for playing around with some knot theory stuff

The numbers can be re-attached via velcro patches.

One can use the threads/shoelaces for playing with some weaving patterns. Additionally one can use the slilicone pop-up dots as a binary/boolean indicator, which might be a good helpful tool.

Due to material reasons this thing only has 9 columns. The number 0 might get a different place or calculation mechanism.

I also still do not really know how I really want to use this strange thing.

...

A well-working flap:

And a (useless) information for free:

[ Source: lisburnmuseum.com ]

[companion-showdown]

Who is the best TARDIS team?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

propaganda under the cut

12, Clara, Missy

Imagine the 3 worst people you know, who are simultaneously exactly the same and completely different. The epitome of the "Wow These People Are So Weird, Thank God I'm the Normal One" meme. Now imagine putting them together in a box and shaking it around. It's so funny, I love them

[b0ther]

ain't even jealousy

you fucking hate the basketball team, but there's no one you hate more than aomine.

pairing : aomine daiki x reader (feminine pronouns. afab) rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content) type : chaptered tags : aomine is a bully im not even kidding he is quite cruel, porn with PLOT, reader is besties with satsuki, reader also has a crush on imayoshi, reader also was wakamatsu's ex, hate sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, vaginal penetration, thigh fucking, semi-clothed sex, some slutshaming going on here, reader has big tits, slight dubcon. word count : 4,323

author's note : title from 'want u back' by cher lloyd. this is comissioned by a dear friend. hope you enjoy mwah. this first chapter (and whole fic im ngl) is centered around the onsen episode.

( masterlist │ ask/request │ ao3 )

After a long and hard day at school, all that you ever really want to do is to quickly get to your part-time job and finish up your shift. Perhaps you can get some convenient store food after that, or go straight home to shower and rest.

Whatever it is that you daydreamed of, it wasn't this.

Satsuki calls out to you, her voice soft against the bristling wind with her lithe arms circle around yours as you try to walk away, dragging her body forcefully with you. She whines your name over and over again, over the beating speaker against your ears before you finally had enough, ripping your headphones off your head, turning to face her.

“Satsuki!” You try to sound stern, but you end up whining in the same tone that she used. You can only be so serious as a high school girl, after all.

Her pink strands fall against her face messily; you use your other hand to tuck them behind her ear as she elongates the way she enunciates your name and begs, begs, begs you to listen to her. “Please! Just—”

“Satsuki!” You groan, shaking her off your body. “I’m busy. I have a part-time job, I’m failing maths, I have club activities. I can’t just… ditch everything and go !”

“You can!” It’s like she was not listening to a single word that you uttered. “It’s a month away and on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday—which you can begin asking for a leave day starting today , they will definitely let you if you do it a month in advance!—and maths!? That’s easy! I’ll teach you!”

You slant your eyes at her, arms crossing on your chest. “Alright. What about my club activities?”

“You mean your journalist club? One that encourages their members to leave their comfort zone in order to bring back interesting stories? One that basically has a crush on the basketball team?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t be dramatic.”

She gasps. “Don’t you love me!?”

“Don’t do this to me…”

“If you love me at all, you wouldn’t even think twice about going with me. Imagine me, a girl, going alone on an all-boys’ trip to some secluded place—”

“You’re being dramatic—” You tried reiterating your point.

“I’m not!” She whines, even louder this time, attracting attention from all the other Touou students around you. “You literally have nothing to lose by coming along! Give me five reasons—five good reasons—and I will literally stop bothering you.”

You shake her off again, and this time, Satsuki lets go and stumbles back a couple of steps as the mischief on her eye continues to shimmer. You have never lost an argument to Satsuki—but there is a first for everything, and you have a feeling that you are going to break some personal records today.

“First,” you take a deep breath as you hold up a finger. “Aomine’s gonna be there—”

“Perfect!” Not giving you a chance to speak, she cuts you off, eyes glimmering like starlight. “You like him!”

She strikes a nerve with this one.

One of your eyes twitches as you cross your arms under your chest. The excited smile on her face fades in an instant, recognizing in an instant that something is wrong.

Recognizing in an instant that something she should have known about is wrong.

She blinks a couple of times, trying to use all that intelligence in her head to analyse the error in what she said (which turns out pretty useless—guess all that she is good for is basketball).

“Have you been paying attention at all?” You begin to blabber after letting out a huge gasp, arms waving around in the air. “We’ve been friends for years— years ! Since the first year of middle school, and you know nothing of  my strong, burning opinion of Aomine!? Flash news, Satsuki, it’s not love!”

“You—” She stammers, “You talk about him a lot!”

“I complain about him a lot!” You correct her, blowing out air in frustration, feeling somewhat betrayed that your best friend had just accused you of liking your archnemesis… your enemy… your… your rival.

The point is! You hate him!

You would rather live in a world without television and the internet and good music if it means that you will have to never hear him say another word.

Aomine.

You shiver in annoyance.

Just saying his name irks the hell out of you. Imagining his face causes a feeling close to that of an explosion in your chest. You just wanna grab him by his face and shove him down a flight of stairs.

You cannot even count all the shitty things he did to you in high school: revealing your crush on Nijimura Shuuzou not just to the then-basketball team captain, but the entire student body; tripping you in the cafeteria multiple times; stealing your undergarments during P.E. and commenting crassly about how you were two sizes under his favourite adult model. Granted, you never told Satsuki about the last thing. That shit was just too embarrassing—you were glad that no one else was in the room when he threw your bra back at you.

Still, your frustration remains at her. Jogging down memory lane boils your wrath, and you close your eyes to calm yourself down.

He’s just a bully.

A damned bully.

And you would be damned if you are going to willingly spend your weekends in the same vicinity as him.

“Well… Dai-chan likes you!”

You roll your eyes.

Yeah, right.

You would agree if she had claimed that he found you attractive, or he thinks you’re hot. But liking you? Highly improbable—impossible, even.

Aomine Daiki does not seem like he is capable of feeling any emotion aside from boredom and mischief. The only thing he loves, or even likes, is probably his beloved Aya-chan from his gravure magazines.

You’re not even sure if he still likes basketball.

Which is a shame—seeing someone so tall gradually shrinking to the size of nothing, even if you despise the guy, the whole ordeal with whatever-the-fuck Satsuki’s basketball team went through still managed to extract some sympathy from the bottom of your heart. You’ve been paying attention to Aomine, after all, albeit not under any positive light.

“Whatever,” from past experiences, you know better than to argue against Satsuki. “I don’t care anymore. And you know what? Aomine himself and your blatant disregard of your best friend’s feelings—me!—should be enough to fit all five criterias!”

You know that look in her eyes, the way her lips press against each other and how one of her hands is clenched into a fist. 

“I’ve been friends with him for 16 years, (Y/N),” she bumps her fist against her chest in pride. “Best friends, even! I know him better than you do!”

You scoff. “People who like someone don’t bully them, Satsuki. Open your eyes.”

“He isn’t bullying you!” She groans.

“Oh, so now not only are you attempting to kidnap me, but you’re also defending my bully?”

“Argh!” Satsuki hugs your arm again, earning her a groan from you. She calls out your name again, enunciating each and every syllable. “ Pleeeaaaaseeee? You don’t have to pay a single dime! You don’t even have to see Dai-chan if you want to. Imayoshi-san will be there—you like him, right?”

You slant your eyes at her in suspicion, not buying anything she just told you. You just know that you will have to see Aomine sooner or later if you come with her to the onsen. 

“No man is ever worth that much headache, Satsuki.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, still shaking you ferociously. “But it’s Imayoshi-san!”

You decided to come along. Because of course you did.

It’s either that, or Satsuki pestering you for the rest of the month, bringing either Imayoshi or Aomine or whoever she thinks will get your attention.

And Imayoshi Shouichi? Sure. He’s hot as hell.

But is he worth dealing with Aomine?

You like to think not.

Satsuki dragged you along to a basketball team meeting—the one that would be discussing the practice trip and the whole onsen ordeal.

It wasn’t like you needed to be there at all. You know just a little more than the average person about basketball. All that you were preparing for the onsen was your clothes and deciding whether it’s you or Satsuki who should be bringing her hairdryer.

“Why me?” You said, crossing your arms when the attention of the entire basketball team was redirected towards you, and Imayoshi laughed. The only problem they were facing was convincing Aomine to come along.

And you were happy with not being the babysitter. You were happy with twiddling your skirt as you sat on the edge of the stage of the hall, scrolling down your social media timeline as the team argued on how to get that blue-haired freak into coming.

That was until Satsuki ruined your afternoon by offering up your name.

To your surprise, everyone in the team seemingly agreed almost immediately to offer you as a sacrificial lamb to feed Aomine’s ego and coax him to at least come to the trip.

“He likes you,” Wakamatsu scoffed when you asked why, and you glared at him, but said nothing. Out of respect, you guess, to the upperclassman. It’s not like you respect him, though. You’re on bad terms with a lot of the basketball team, but no matter your disagreements with Wakamatsu, you will never dislike him the way you loathe Aomine.

“He does have a soft spot for you,” Imaoyshi mused as he flashed you a smile—and lord , you cannot say no to Imayoshi. Especially when he’s being so nice.

You saw Satsuki smirking from the corner of your eyes and internally cursed her.

That was how you found yourself climbing the ladder leading to the rooftop. 

And that was how you found Aomine with one hand between his backpack and head, and the other holding an obscene magazine.

He doesn’t even spare you a single glance—probably thought you were another manager or even worse: Satsuki again. But the moment you open your mouth to call out to him, his head snaps in your direction, an eyebrow raised in amusement as he pushes himself to rest his body against his elbows.

“What are you doing here?”

You try not to let your rage spill. You try to keep the boiling water down. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and continue to climb the ladder before approaching him.

Think rational, you think to yourself, he hadn’t even said anything yet.

“The Captain wants to see you,” you manage to say between your gritted teeth, staring down at him before looking away. Imayoshi didn’t ask you to make Aomine see him, but Aomine probably respects Imayoshi more than you, so you try to throw him under the bus just to get out of the situation quicker.

“Imayoshi-san?” He frowns before repeating his initial question: “What the fuck are you doing here?”

I want to punch him.

“You own this roof or something?”

“Calm down,” he scoffs, tilting his head before eyeing your body up and down. You shift your weight into your other leg, ignoring the uneasy feeling on the pit of your stomach. “I just wanted to know.”

Sighing, you glance up at the sunny sky, sweat starting to form on the base of your neck and you are dying to leave at that very moment. You shelter your eyes from the sunlight, despite finding it more appealing than Aomine’s face.

“We’re discussing the practice trip thing—whatever, and also the onsen trip,” you lazily explain, not bothering to hide your disinterest. “Imayoshi-senpai wants you to be present for the meeting. Obviously.”

You cannot fathom the fact that you were explaining his basic responsibilities as a club member to him. What a fucking child.

“You coming with us?”

His focus seems to be misplaced, and you glare at the sky, imagining it was his stupid face.

“I’m going with Satsuki,” you correct, still not willing to look at him. “I don’t give two shits about you or the basketball team.”

“Hey,” he sits up, wrapping his fingers around your wrist before tugging your body towards him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

You scoff, finally letting your gazes meet before pulling your hand away. “Fuck off.”

He, in fact, does not fuck off.

Aomine pulls on your wrist again, this time hard enough for you to lose your balance and fall, your knees landing on the coarse floor as the bottom of your skirt rides up your thighs. The skin of your knees scraping against the gravelled surface and you curse, jerking your hand away only to immediately shove his shoulder.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You shriek, annoyed at how he remains unmoving even as you push him again.

He towers you, even when sitting, and keeps his eyes peering down at you.

Maybe it’s the heat that day; summer has just ended, but even the soft Autumn breeze cannot conceal the searing flare creeping up the skin of your cheeks. Aomine slants his eyes and grabs your wrist yet again—you weren’t quick enough to retract away from his athletic instincts, and so, you fall again when he pulls you in closer.

You hiss in pain as your knees drag more against the floor, desperate to find your balance only to grab on his shoulders.

“Hey,” He calls out to you, a lame attempt for your attention. “Look,” he says again, and your dumb ass looks.

He grabs the magazine on his lap and tautens the pages together, showing you the spread where he left off before you interrupted his peaceful afternoon. “(Y/N), remember Aya-chan?”

The girl that ruined your life?

How can you forget?

You cannot hide the distaste in your eyes as your eyes scan her beautiful, black hair falling against the sheer material of her white uniform top. The black lace bra she was wearing underneath is apparent as she pushes her two tits against each other, legs spread to reveal an equally seductive pattern on her panties.

Before you even realise, Aomine’s arm begins to wrap itself around your waist as he holds you up, fingers creeping up the side of your torso, tracing invisible lines before resting on one of your breasts. Your stomach begins to churn in excitement, embarrassingly enough, and you press your legs instinctively when the muscle between your thighs tighten as he continues fondling you.

You circle your arm around his neck under the pretence of keeping your balance.

“Mhmm…” He clicks his tongue, resting his face on the side of your upper arm—his nose touching the side of your tit as his hand palms your other one. “I feel like you’re no longer two sizes under Aya-chan. Maybe a size under? Maybe the same size?”

You grit your teeth. “You talk big. Have you ever seen her outside your magazine? She probably edits her photos.”

He grins, gaze shifting to drink in your frustration. “No, but you’re real, and I’m groping you right now. Isn’t that better?”

“Better than your pretty Aya-chan?”

Aomine raises an eyebrow, humming knowingly. You can’t even believe the word escaping your mouth.

“You have a cute side to you after all,” He muses after a short, mocking whistle. “What do you want me to say? Want me to tell you how much better you are than her?”

“Want you to shut the fuck up.”

“Calm down, tiger.” He laughs, pulling away from your arm. He tosses the magazine to the side, straightening his back to press a short kiss to the peak of your cheekbone. His hand begins to work; he slowly kneads your breast while continuously trailing kisses down to your ears. Your nipples brush against the fabric of your damned lace bra, and he stops for a moment only to tug on where your bud is protruding.

A whimper leaves your mouth.

“Excited are we?” He whispers, voice dropping lower as he presses his lips against your ears. “I like hearing you like that.”

“Shut up,” you run out of words, turning your head to the other side, exposing your neck to him. Which turns out to be a bad idea, as he takes it as a sign to sweep his tongue over the skin of your neck.

“A–Aomine—”

“God,” he chuckles. “Who would’ve guessed that you can be this sexy?”

He pulls away from your neck, and drags his hand from your tits to rub against your torso, feeling the material of your uniform. He presses one hand on the small of your back, pressing his forehead against yours. In a swift motion, he pulls on your body, drawing out a squeak as he lays you down against the concrete floor.

“What if…” he trails, rubbing a thumb under your eye as he hovers over rested body. Your cheeks sear with heat, alongside your chest and the pulsating on your cunt. “...I just fuck you right here?”

“W-what?” You whimper.

He laughs. “I’m hard as hell. You made me this way.”

“You were the one groping my tits!”

“You liked it,” he shrugs, pushing himself off of you, forcing both your legs open as he moves between them. His fingers begin to unbutton your uniform, unravelling the bra you are wearing underneath. Sucking in a deep breath, he stops midway down your torso, and without taking his eyes off your chest, he asks, “Want me to stop?”

Your cheeks flare, and you don’t answer him. You don;t even look at him.

He takes a quick glance at your expression.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”

“...Whatever.”

A wide smirk forms on his face, fingers continuing to unbutton your uniform all the way down.

“Do me a favour and get up for a bit,” he murmurs, pressing one of his hands against your back once again to get you to sit up. The feeling of his palm against your bare skin sends you to shivers, coupled with the soft wind whistling between the two of you.

“What’re you—”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his fingers fumble with the hook of your bra. It took him two wrong moves before getting it right with the third—the fabric loosens around your body, and you pull him closer to conceal your humiliated expression.

“See,” Aomine chuckles after some awkward motion, tossing your stupid bra to the side when he finally gets it off. “You’re so pretty like this.”

“Shut up,” you groan, nails digging into his skin deeper and deeper.

He pulls himself away from your grip, taking a nice hold on your torso to pull your ass up his lap, letting you fall against the hard floor again.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, roaming his touches against your legs. His eyes cannot leave the heaves of your jugs.

“Stop fucking staring,” your hiss, trying to pull your uniform together, hiding your chest away from him.

Aomine scoffs, using one hand to unbuckle his pants. Your eyes travelled from his face to the loose button on his collar to the wet stain on the grey briefs around his hips to the bulge underneath them.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He tilts his head at your question, furrowing his eyebrows as he takes his cock out from under his briefs. “Fucking you?”

The precum leaks from the tip of his cock, little drops of white strings rolling down his length. He pulls your hips closer to his body and presses it flat against your soaked panties.

He groans at the contact. Your warm slick welcomes him entirely as he presses more against the fabric, rubbing his tip along the length of your pussy.

“S’that feel good?” He whispers, hastily hooking his fingers on your panties, pulling it up your legs, then tossing it to go with your bra. He presses his arm on the side of your head, leaning into you again.

“Don’t put it in,” you whine, trying to hold back your hips from rolling. “You’re gonna get me pregnant.”

“You can’t say shit like that,” he groans against your neck. He positions the tip of his cock against your cunt, and even with your sopping lips, you aren’t sure if you are ready to accommodate his size at all. 

“You don’t want to be a teen dad,” you bite your lower lip, hand going to rub his neck.

“I wanna fuck you, though,” he breathes, using his thumb to run along your wet slit. “Wanna fuck you raw, wanna cum inside’a you.”

You tremble with his words, feeling two of his fingers now circling your pussy. “D— don’t be stupid.”

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, making your cunt wish it has something to tighten around. “D’you know how long I’ve been wanting to get you like this?”

He pushes himself off of you, and holds your wounded knees as he watches your chest heaves, heavy tits rolling with every staggered breath. He flips your skirt over, exposing even more of your cunt to the chill.

He rubs his length against your slick, his tip now pushing against your swelling clit. “I’d jack off and wonder if you were tighter than my fist,” he wraps his cock with his hand and places it again on your entrance, pushing in a slow, deliberate motion.

Between your drooping eyelids, you saw him inaudibly mutter a curse.

“Used to wanna fight Wakamatsu ‘cus he’d stuff this pussy all he wanted. Right?” He scoffs with a stupid, satisfied smile that you wish you could wipe off his face. “Shame that you broke it off, huh? Did he dump you when he realised how much of a whore you are?”

“Shut up…”

“Well, I don’t care. More fun for me.”

“Aomine—“

“Who else have you fucked in the basketball team?” He grunts. “In Touou?”

“Shut— shut the…”

You slap the back of your hand against your mouth—not willing at all to let him hear you be satisfied with his size—biting down on the flesh as he pushes his cock in. All of his cock in.

“Aomine—”

His cock is dragging against your wall, kissing every possible inch of your insides. Your hole continues to burn as he stretches you wide open, draining every last bit of energy from inside of you.

“ F-fuck…”

Your hand goes to fondle your own tit, rolling your hard nipple between your fingers, sloppily trying to garner more and more pleasure. His dick fills you more and more, stuffing you full, before finally stopping.

“Don’t act all reserved now,” he raises an eyebrow as you mewl out his name. He stays still for a moment, a bud of sweat rolling down his temple before pulling out of your homey cunt. “You don’t have to lie.”

Aomine bites his lips, letting his cock rest between your pussy lips. He sees the way they engulf his dick, moving his hips to rub against your core.

“Letting me fuck you on the school rooftop,” he murmurs, “where’s your fucking self-respect? Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if this isn’t your first time getting dicked down up here.”

Your eyes slant up at him, but he quickly shuts down any of your retaliation by pressing his thumb flat against your clit, slowly circling the nub. Your teeth press down hard on your bottom lips.

“We aren’t— we are not …” You babble, putting a thumb between your teeth to stop yourself from moaning, “...having sex.”

He scoffs, drinking in how your eyes roll with your head turned to the side.

“I was inside you just a moment ago.”

Filthy noise of his cock squelching against your cunt filled the air—if someone were to come after you, they would hear Aomine’s dick fucking your pussy lips.

“Fuck,”Aomine spits, pressing your legs tightly against each other then down on your lips.

“A-ah,” You gasp as he drills into your thighs, the tip of his cock rubbing quick and hard against your swollen clit. “Oh my God—”

“Are you cummin’?” He breathes, one hand reaching to roll your tit on his hand. “Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine at the nickname. He snickers, “You’re so sexy like this, y’know that?”

Your back arches, little whimpers of encouragement swallow your pride whole as you fall completely into him. Aomine grunts at the expression, seeing the lewd expression on your face. He picks up the pace, slamming his hips against your ass.

“M’gonna cum,” he hisses. “Fuck. Wish I could shoot my load into your tight little cunt.”

“Fuck it,” you manage to spit between your groans, “F-fuck it. Just— oh God, just don’t stop—”

Your words rile him up even more—he tightens his grip on your leg, his fingers bruising your fragile skin. Your head begins to spin. Your slam your fists against the ground and your mind numbing orgasm comes the moment strings of Aomine’s thick, white cum comes flying down your skirt and stomach.

“Shit,” he loosens the grip on your legs, letting them fall even with your still convulsing ass and core. His gaze stays on the tip of his dick, the white cum oozing from it, then to your face—your parted lips, dumb eyes, and the sweat dripping down the side of your head down your neck.

He feels himself getting harder as he watches your plump lips whine, wondering how they would wrap around his thick length, if the colour of your lipstick would stain the veins of his cock.

“You coming to the onsen trip?” Aomine tries to distract himself.

You roll over, blindly reaching out for the bra that he tossed God knows where.

“Fuck you.”

[inmyheaddd]

✦ percy’s last words (almost)

summary: percy mistakes melatonin gummies for regular ones… and is convinced he has met his life’s end wc: 900

you walked into your room and nearly burst out laughing when you saw percy sprawled across your bed on his back. he was holding a dark blue bottle of something tight in his hands— maybe medicine— like it was some sort of lifeline. 

his eyes were droopy, but there was this wild panicked look in them as he stared at the ceiling, looking like he was seriously going through something.

he was blinking slowly, like even that act alone was taking up all his energy.

“percy… what’s going on?” you asked, a hint of laughter in your voice as he gave you a slow half smile.

he took his gaze towards you, his expression somewhere between dazed and happy to see you. 

“hey…” he mumbled, holding up the dark blue bottle up infront of him and squinting at it. “did you know you have these little blue gummies?” he asked. “they’re… so good.”

“what little blue gummies, perce?” you asked, as you slowly sat down on the bed next to him.

“these ones,” he responded as he turned on his side to see you, blindly waving the bottle in the air as you scooted closer.

you gently took the bottle from his hands. your eyes widening as you read the label. 

“percy,” you looked at the drowsy boy in question, “these are melatonin gummies.”

“melatonin? like— for sleep?”

you nodded slowly, eyes flickering back to the bottle that was literally empty. 

he sat up suddenly. he looked at the bottle like it had suddenly turned on him, his face slowly shifting from blissful to horrified. 

“oh gods… oh gods,” and then it started. 

“i ate a lot! a whole lot! like— the whole bottle.” 

he looked back at you with eyes wide and panicked. “am i gonna die? am i going to die? i’m going to die.” 

you tried to hold back a laugh but you failed completely. “you’re not gonna die, percy! you’re just gonna be… really really sleepy.”

he looked far too anxious for someone in a semi-comatose state. “when i said i love sleeping more than anything, i didn’t actually mean it! i don’t want to literally sleep forever.”

“wait wait wait, what’s 8 times 50?” he muttered to more himself than you, looking severely stressed. 

“8 hours of sleep, 50 gummies…” he continued murmuring panickedly, counting his fingers on his hand and his eyes narrowing as he ltried to work it out.

“okay, i was never good at math, but, i know that’s a lot of hours.” he came to his conclusion. “oh gods, i’m going to be asleep forever.”

you were 2 seconds away from falling into a fit of laughter, and you were fighting the biggest smile ever. 

“relax sleeping beauty,” you said through a laugh, “that’s not how it works. worst case scenario, you’d take a little trip the hospital. and that’s for humans, not half bloods.”

he seemed to have a million thoughts running through his mind, before he suddenly clutched your hand, his face looking more worried than ever. 

in through one ear, and right out the other. 

“—but what if i never wake up?” he swallowed thickly with his brows knitted together, looking more worried now than he ever looked fighting a literal monster.

“i don’t want to go out because of some stupid blue gummies! my last words can’t be about gummies!”

“maybe use this as a lesson, — you shouldn’t eat everything that’s blue, perce.” you teased slightly, laughing as he looked at you.

“don’t turn this on me! it’s not my fault i—“ he started to defend himself, before pausing and seemingly coming to a realization. 

 “wait… you’re not saying i’m wrong… you’re just accepting it.” he turned away from you, slowly shaking his head at the ceiling as his lips turned downwards, disappointment overtaking his features. 

“even you know i’m going to die.” 

“percy.” you said, trying to keep your voice as serious as possible, but a laugh was about to break at any second. 

“listen to me: you are not going to die. i know you are not doing to die.” 

he was in fact, not listening to you. the melatonin gummies seemed to have clouded every one of his senses.

“i really wanted my last words to be something epic, you know?” 

“oh really?” you said flatly, trying to keep a straight face. 

he was still totally panicked, but he was somehow giving you the softest, most lovesick look.

maybe feeding into this a little wouldn’t be so bad. “don’t worry, you still have some time left, why don’t you say them now?”

“i’m being serious,” he mumbled quietly, like he could see the fact that you were perceiving this as the funniest thing in the world, and not his final moment with you. 

“alright i’m sorry perce,” you responded softly, pushing back your laughter to a deeper depth than tartarus. “go ahead and tell me your epic last words, i promise i won’t laugh.” you shook your head as you pressed your lips into a line, “this is super serious.” 

his grip on your hand loosened as he started to relax, his eyelids drooping.

“okay well,” he started, content with your words now. “you’re, like… the smartest and funniest person i know. you’re really pretty, too.” he said, giving you a lopsided, lovesick smile. 

“you’re the best, kinda like a blue gummy, but… in a really good way.” he spoke— he must’ve thought he was shakespeare with that one. 

“you’d never make me so sleepy that i die. you’d never turn on me like those blue gummies.” 

he sighed sadly as he neared the end of his final monologue, letting his head rest against your shoulder as his eyes slowly shut. “you’re my favorite.”

you smiled at him as he finally lost the grand battle between him and sleep.  “you’re my favorite too, perce. i love you.”

no response, just his soft breaths, and even softer grip he had on your waist.

that now left you with a fast-asleep percy, an empty bottle of gummies, and the perfect story to annoy him with when he woke up. 

if he woke up…

taglist: @lovethornes @littlemissmentallyunstable  @midiosaamor @maybxlle @imaseabear 

@sheisntyou @off-to-the-r4ces @anintellectualintellectual @wish-i-were-heather @hxress23 @hermesenthusiast

[swishbishbosch]

Yet Another Major Revamp: Semi-Realism Edition + make-your-own toolkit!🥳

🐸 DOWNLOAD: SFS

This is an edit of Phaenoh' Realistic Major to Career Linking BUT with the following BENEFITS:

🌟 NOT REALISTIC... BUT MAXIS-REALISM: this edit made the ideal careers for each major somewhat logical and coherent (consult the table below for the changes) yet respects the internal logic of the game because Maxis' humor is underrated, slacker and criminal are treated as serious career pathways in this game so why not 🤩

🌟 ALL MAJORS BALANCED ⚖️: frustrated with the lack of benefits that some majors offer compared to others? want an easier time being a job-hopper?? what do you mean my skills aren't transferable in this market??? WELL:

All majors are now supporting at least 5 or more careers

Art [6]: Adventurer, Architecture, Artist, Culinary, Gamer, Slacker

Bio [5]: Athletic, Medicine, Natural Sci, Ocean, Science

Drama [6]: Athletic, Dance, Entertainment, Law, Politics, ShowBiz

Econ [5]: Business, Criminal, Music, Politics, Show Biz

History [5]: Adventurer, Artist, Law, Military, Politics

Lit [6]: Artist, Edu, Entertainment, Journalism, Law Enf, Music

Math [6]: Business, Culinary, Edu, Gamer, Natural Sci, Science

Philo [5]: Culinary, Law Enf, Music, Paranormal, Slacker

Physics [5]: Athletic, Dance, Medicine, Ocean, Science

PolSci [5]: Intelligence, Journalism, Law, Military, Politics

Psych [6]: Architecture, Business, Criminal, Edu, Intelligence, Paranormal

All careers are now supported by 2 or more majors, only the Politics career is supported by 4 (cause Maxis' choice was so good I didn't want to touch it!)

8 careers that require degree (only available for graduate): Architecture, Education, Intelligence, Law, Medicine, Nat Sci, Oceanography, Science.

🌟 OTHER INFOS:

🎓 You'll need UNI EP 🎓

Credits: Phaenoh (for the base mod I edited and the tutorial!), SimPE

Conflicts:

mods that lock/unlock degree requirement like Lamare's getUniCareerWithoutEducation

any mods do the same thing (Belladovah's, Phaenoh's & Cyjon's) which you might want to consider shopping around first before picking mine so look below 🛍️🛒👀

also conflicts with lauratje86's but their mod works with default replacement majors so it can't be covered here, check it out though!

note: Cyjon altered some majors' names and skill requirements (he also hates Philosophy methinks), Phaenoh offers a different version that changes which career requires degree (just like mine but ADDED Business), Belladovah offers Education version in which every major benefits the Education career.

📁 MOD RESOURCE: Linking Maxis Majors & Degrees to Maxis Career Toolkit 🥳

🎯 Difficulty: EASY (no modding experience needed)

It's easier to customize own or track which majors your career is linked to with a bunch pre-made templates right???

Download my edited mod as a base & start making edits 📝 Have these templates to easily cross-reference 0x2(2) values you need to change in SimPE following PHAENOH'S TUTORIAL.

The templates will look like the 2 tables you see above, they are available in:

odt (highly recommended, easy to use word doc file with Phaenoh's tutorial included)

md (markdown file)

csv (for both of the tables you see above)

Comparison Table - use to compare your edits to MAXIS original Career By Major Table - work out which major supports your career and calculate 0x2(2) values

4. zip (for SiYuan users to import, highly rec because I used that program to make the tables, it's Notion but ✨uglier and offline✨)

🐸 DOWNLOAD (browse what you need): SFS

[shaunamilfman]

Being Jackie Taylor's controversially young gf

pairing: jackie taylor x reader note: let me be delusional lmaoo

definitely broke up a semi-serious relationship with a man she'd been dating for a year or so when she realized she would have to spend the rest of her life with that guy. In my mind she got really drunk one night at a sorority party and had an “oh, shit” moment and avoided him for two weeks before breaking up with him. 

i see Jackie as a news anchor. honestly, I think it would really fit her. always struck me as a morning person.

meets you at a coffee shop that she has to rush into at the crack of dawn before work. she's so fucking happy and in a good mood that it puts you off at first. like seriously, it's like 6 AM, why is she smiling??

Jackie immediately takes a liking to you. starts going out of her way to stop by whenever you're working, even though it's five minutes out of her way and she likes the coffee at the other shop better. 

she's so flirty, incessantly even. she derives so much pleasure from making you nervous. even with all the flirting she does, she doesn't seriously expect you to reciprocate her interest. she's immediately stunned and a little unsure when she realizes you wrote a flirty comment on her cup, because don't you realize how old she is? 

comes back in the next day and mentions it and is immediately flattered when you just shrug and hand her the usual before she can even order it. Jackie's so flustered by your attention that she leaves without paying. runs back ten minutes later and practically throws the money at you before sprinting back to work. 

Jackie really likes the fact that you don't know who she is. i mean, who watches the news anymore?? 

you finally catch a clip of her as the anchor and realize what she does. she gets so shy when you tease her about it. asking her for her autograph as a joke and she's tripping over herself and bright red

god, she's never like this but you just make her so nervous sometimes. makes her feel like a kid again and she never thought she'd like that. 

doesn't even cross her mind to be embarrassed or hesitant about dating someone half her age. starts talking about your college classes and one of her friends is like “oh, it's good they're going back to college at their age” and Jackie's just like “oh no, they went straight out of highschool 🥰.” doesn't even notice the way their jaw dropped as they're doing the math. 

worries constantly about how you perceive her. she seems so charismatic and confident that you wouldn't think she would be so insecure, but it's constantly on her mind. she's not embarrassed about you at all but she keeps waiting for the day that you realize she's too ‘old’ ever since someone pointed that out to her for the first time. 

tries way too hard to seem hip and cool. she spent hours researching how to use modern slang correctly even though she already mostly had it down. 

over the moon whenever you reference liking something from the 90s. she'll talk your fucking ear off about it if you let her. 

Jackie values your validation a lot less than she would've at 18, but she still really needs to be the center of your attention. one off comment from you can really have her off kilter for the rest of the day even if you didn't mean it. Jackie's more chill about it now, but she still has a desperate need to be liked. 

she gets so jealous when it comes to people your own age. there's so many spaces you’re in that she really just can't enter due to her age and it drives her crazy thinking about all the people who might be able to relate to you better or on a different level. 

such a reality TV fan. has you on the couch for days getting caught up on all 12 seasons of her favorite show before the new season airs. you just know she's got the best snacks though. 

ridiculously supportive of every little thing you do. if it has a competition attached, trust that she will be in the front row with your picture on a t-shirt. People definitely think she's your mom with how extra she is about it, but she doesn't even care. the crowd audibly gasps when she kisses you afterward, but she doesn't notice as she's too busy hyping you up about getting fifth place.

most considerate gift giver on the planet, I swear. she only gets better with age. it's so sweet and thoughtful that you almost tear up every time. 

won't lie about her age but also won't correct other people. your friends are like “what is she, thirty???” in disbelief when they meet for the first time and Jackie's ass is just like “... yes. that's it.” 

world’s most expensive makeup collection, i swear. it’s so expansive that you're almost in awe the first time you see it. entire shelves dedicated solely to it

sometimes when you get bored sitting outside the shower listening to Jackie yap you start googling the prices of things just to feel something. what do you mean that skin cream was $250???

Offers to give you a tour as an excuse to get you into her room. You’re looking around her one-story house like 🤔. You’re not sure there’s a single room in this house you can’t see from the living room, but you’re not stupid enough to give up that chance.

[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 20: 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Rough sex, degradation, praise, enemies to lovers, semi public sex, Top Mel/Bottom reader, mommy kink, vaginal fingering,

Genre: Smut

A/n: I can't believe it's already day 20!!!

Word count: 2.2k

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You sat alone in your classroom, the sounds of soft (favorite music genre) music filling your ears from your headphones as you twirled your pen in-between your fingers carefully, eyes scanning over each of your students' math tests.

You checked the clock once again, your eyes rolling at the sight of it only being 3:30.

"I feel like I've been at this for hours..." You mumbled, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you returned your focus back to the papers on the desk in front of you.

But your peace (If that's what it could even be described as) was soon interrupted by the intercom going off, the sound of Ava's carefree and relaxed voice filling your classroom as it did with every other room and hall inside of Abbott.

"Attention faculty of Abbott Elementary, please make your way down to the library so we can discuss what to do about Legendary Charter school trying to turn Abbott Charter," She said, her voice slightly more serious than you had ever heard it be before.

The name Legendary Charter made you cringe, sucking in the air through your teeth as your eyes narrowed in worry and slight embarrassment.

You had been the only teacher at Abbott who came from a Legendary Charter school up in New York, but most of the teachers welcomed you with open arms despite your past.

All but a certain redhead.

You didn't feel like going through the torment of being the subject of her mockery, your teaching skills being discredited all because of what school you came from.

It wasn't like you enjoyed your time up in New York, it was the opposite of that actually. You were constantly belittled by other teachers even worse than Melissa could dream of doing, and the principal didn't give a single shit about the teachers much less the students mental health.

You quickly dropped your pen on top of the papers, standing up as you swiftly made your exit, fists slightly clenching out of anger from Dremonds actions.

"Oh? So you actually don't want Abbott turning charter?" You heard a south Philly accent say as the smell of citrus and mint filling your nostrils, letting you know just who was mocking you yet again. "What a shocker,"

You shot a glare at Melissa as the two of you walked down the hallway near the library, your fists balling up even more at the older woman's antics.

"You know damn well I don't want this school turning Charter," You growled, holding in the urge of punching her square in the face for the sake of your reputation as the kind teacher.

Melissa rolled her eyes, and you only replied with walking past her, quickly walking into the library as you sat down on a chair, fiddling with your earrings in slight worry about the whole meeting.

"Is this everyone?" Janine asked, your eyes quickly looking over at her before looking at the door once again.

"I think so," You nodded, slightly turning your head around for confirmation.

"Alright everyone," Ava said as she quickly walked inside of the large room containing every teacher and staff member, shutting the door as she sat down on top of a desk. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," Gregory sighed, leaning slightly into the table as he placed his head on his palm.

You shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know either...this whole situation is crappy," You added, your eyes softening in anger and sadness.

"Of course you don't know," Melissa scoffed, "You want Abbott charter, that's why you came here, to expose all of us and to turn Abbott into one of them," The redhead said, looking at you with spite and distain.

"I do not!" You exclaimed, gripping at the table with your nails holding tightly onto the ridges of the slightly polished wood.

"Melissa," Barbara warned, before looking at you with a sympathetic look. "I know you don't sweetheart, no one but Melissa thinks that,"

You sigh, rubbing your left eye as you turned slightly around to face all of the other teachers.

"Just know there are no stupid ideas," Ava says, internally desperate despite her lack of doing literally anything a principal should do.

"What if we lock all the doors so they can't get in? Like lean on me," One of the teachers behind you added,

Ava, giving a side eye to the cameras, released a sigh in response.

"In a rare turn of events, I was wrong," She sighed, only for Janine to pipe up with an idea.

"What if we host a giant fun party with games, food, and so much more, and they have to sign the paper in order to get in?" The brunette asked, leaving you to nod in reply.

"I know the Dremond will stop at nothing to turn Abbott charter, and that we'll have to fight back stronger. We need to fight fire with fire, get the community together against Legendary just like how they were riled together against Abbott," You agree, standing up straight as a slightly determined look crossed your otherwise concerned-looking eyes. "Unless we can't afford to host such a party?"

Melissa, who was sitting across the table from you, only looked at you, a slight rosy tint forming at her cheeks as you finished your inquiry, managing to roll her eyes in addition.

Ava shook her head.

"No, we can afford it, don't worry. I'm so glad I thought of this idea!" The taller woman smiled, shrugging her shoulders in a smug manner, leaving you and Janine to look at each other in pure confusion at the principal's antics. "We can call it Ava fest!"

"Woah, woah, woah," Melissa interrupted, leaning forward slightly, "Why is it named after you? You don't even do anything!"

Ava paused for a moment, before smirking at Melissa.

"It's not named after me, it stands for 'A very Abbott festival' " The principal retorted.

"I think it's a good idea," You smiled, looking back at all your other fellow teachers for confirmation which you got almost immediately by everyone other than Melissa, of course.

The meeting soon dismissed itself after that, but you weren't so lucky as to be able to leave.

"Y/n," Melissa demanded, tapping you on your shoulder after everyone else had left the library,

You turned around quickly, facing the woman as your body backed up into the door, shutting it.

"What do you want?" You muttered, your eyes narrowing as you quickly regained your confidence and walked up to her, matching her crossed arm position.

The redhead quickly pinned you back against the door, making your eyes widen in confusion as your cheeks broke out in a massive blush, feeling the older woman grip both of your arms together with the hand that wasn't keeping you against the door.

"I should be asking you the same question...What do you want out of Abbott? You obviously want to turn it into a charter school, but you won't admit it," She said sternly, her voice so alluring and dominant you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together, hoping for any chance of hiding how secretly turned on by the woman you were.

You could barely choke out the words to your answer, your mind clouded with lewd thoughts about the woman in front of you, when it suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks.

You always thought you were afraid of her...but it now hit you that the reason you always got all rosy-cheeked around her was because you liked her.

"I...I don't want anything," You whimpered, your eyes looking down at your wrists that were tied together by the older woman's hand.

Melissa only pinned you tighter against the wall, pushing your hands perfectly up against your clit, sucking gasp out of you.

"You expect me to believe that? Hm?" She asked, licking her lips before biting the bottom one, leaving you even more flustered.

"Mmm..." You whimpered, shutting your eyes tightly as to avoid any glances you may exchange with the woman in front of you.

The redhead looked at you with a raised eyebrow, moving her face into your own as you could feel her hot breath on your face.

"So cute..." She mumbled just loud enough for you to hear.

More soft and tiny whimpers escaped your lips as you felt your hands rub up against your sensitive nub, and that's when Melissa took the initiative.

Your eyes widened with confusion as you felt your lips harshly connected, your tongues fighting against each other for dominance, only for Melissa's to win.

You let out a loud moan as you tasted her, she wasn't bitter like you thought she would be, and she was even more perfect at doing this than you could have ever imagined someone being.

After a minute, the older woman left your lips for air, a string of spit still connecting your tongues until Melissa began to speak.

"Tell me to stop when you want me to...or tap my wrist three times..." She muttered, using the hand that was pinning you to the wall to tilt your head to face her.

You ignored her, and only pushed her forward, kissing her passionately as your moans harmonized with each other.

Melissa, however, was not about to let you top her.

She quickly grabbed you by your waist and slammed you down onto the desk, gripping your chin with her perfectly manicured and muscular hand.

"You think I'm about to let you win this, princess?" She growled in your ear, roughly tugging off your skirt and tossing it carelessly onto a nearby table, a shiver going up your back as you felt the cold air of the library hitting your heated and wet core.

You tried to resist her strong grip, but only failed miserably as it only led you to rubbing your thighs together.

"Hmph!" You whined, legs beginning to tremble with ache and need as you felt the older woman slide off your completely ruined underwear.

"Is that attitude I hear?" Melissa asked, slapping you hard across your ass, making you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure that somehow sent shockwaves throughout your body.

"No mommy..." You whimpered, bucking your hips up slightly as you felt her fingers grazing themselves around your folds.

"Oh?" The redhead chuckled. "Already submitting to me are we?" She smirked, shoving three fingers inside your tight hole without any warning, making you scream.

"M-Mommy~!!" You cried, your legs trembling quickly at how fast you had been manhandled.

Melissa could only continue to smirk in reply, watching as a ring of your cum surrounded her fingers while her other hand continued to viscously grope your ass, occasionally spanking it roughly and filling your body with more feelings.

You didn't know how it was even possible for someone to be so good with their fingers, then again, you hadn't really been fucked since that one hookup you had a year ago.

You could already feel the knot in your stomach coming undone as more screams of ecstasy left your mouth from the redhead slamming her fingers in and out of you, curling perfectly at your g-spot.

"Please Mommy~! I'm close~!!" You cried, legs finally go weak and nothing more than a shaky mess as Melissa slid in a fourth finger.

"Oh your close~?" Melissa cooed, slapping you once more on your ass, leaving it red before pulling your hair so she could talk to you easier. "Then cum for me princess, cum all over mommy's fingers like the good little slut you are," She growled, leaving a single hickey across your neck.

You absolutely wasted no time and immediately let yourself go, eyes rolling back into your head as your walls clenched around nothing as your orgasm ripped through you.

You laid there for a moment, soft shivers being sent down your spine as Melissa left kisses across your neck before finally picking you back up, sliding your skirt back up your legs and sliding your soaked panties into her bra.

"Why don't you come home with me, alright?" She smiled, stroking your cheek as she admired how pretty you looked all blissed out like that.

You nodded, and she quickly stood up, walking out of the library and the school through the back exit as to not get caught.

You knew you both were going to explain to your co-workers how your relationship changed overnight...

[rubykgrant]

I need to re-do some of the others and finish the rest, but I think these three are definitely the solid designs I want to stick with for the RVB Monsters AU~ The Blues are (mostly) Ghosts and Werewolves, while the Reds are (mostly) Zombies/Undead and Vampires.

Tucker's deal; he is unknowingly sort of a "monster slayer chosen one", which makes him mildly immune to certain effects of monsters/supernatural creatures. He can see ghosts all the time, which is why he was totally just used to Church. He gets hit with a "werewolf curse" at some point, but it doesn't do much to slow him down (though, he does get some wolf ears). I gave him a wolf pauldron/clawed gauntlet, and I like how this very serious armor is just right on top of his fancy club outfit. Even though roses are red, roses are also very romantic, and there is the Beauty and the Beast symbolism, so his shirt is two-toned shades of aqua/teal, with a swirling pattern of golden roses in shiny thread on one side. In general, he's got all the extra senses and strength boosts of werewolves, but none of the weaknesses (later on, an evil tries to create an "invincible chymera monster" using a drop of Tucker's blood to be a secret weapon... the result is literally a baby monster, and Tucker eventually decides he's just gonna be a dad now. Crisis adverted~)

Church is a ghost (because he ALWAYS is). Normally, he manifests looking more "alive", and thanks to his trademark memory loss, he forgot he was a ghost at all. When he does remember, and figures out his own spooky powers, he visually looks more haunted (shades of blue and white, with a semi-transparent skeleton). Sometimes without thinking about it, he will accidentally make electronic devices either malfunction, or suddenly work properly. He also has a tendency to cause extreme cold spots

Tex is a dullahan (and yes, she's a little inspired by Durarara!!). Some jerk was trying to use weird magic to bring his dead wife back to life, and instead, Tex happened. Usually, she hides the lack of physical head by wearing her biker helmet. Some of her abilities involve causing good/bad luck, but if she makes something VERY lucky happen, an equally UNLUCKY thing occurs as a result (usually tripping her up at the most inconvenient moments). She'd rather just power-through problems with her physical capabilities, and not worry about the math involved with spooky powers

[cloudsthatglowinthenightsky]

ok I got curious who is dream. I keep seeing you reblog things that sound like he was involved in some kind of drama and I love few things more than hearing about drama I am involved in so I had to ask

OH MY GOD.

i guess this my reminder that the internet is wide and vast and contains so many subsets of people that know nothing of each other... because the fact you don't know DREAM is SHOCKING to me but honestly? it makes sense. he's just REALLY REALLY BIG in the circles i frequent.

how to explain...

OK let's start by explaining mcyt stan culture. mcyt stands for minecraft youtuber, and there's a pretty large fandom for them, which makes sense when you remember just how big minecraft is. there's typical fanart of minecraft skins, but what people LOVE is SMPs, aka "survival muliplayer" minecraft worlds. basically, when a bunch of youtubers get together and hang out together in a minecraft world for a while, all posting seperate videos where they mine, build, engage in minecraft activites, etcetera. mostly these will take minecraft literally, but sometimes they'll sprinkle in bits of "lore" - players having feuds, fighting in wars, forming alliances. it's not that serious, just a way to make these long smps interesting.

that is, it WASN'T that serious. until the DSMP.

dream was a pretty famous mcyt, who really blew up for his "minecraft manhunt" series, where he tried to speedrun minecraft (by defeating the ender dragon) while his friend(s) tried to kill him before he could. with this mild fame, he decided to start a casual minecraft server with his friends, named the "dream smp", or dsmp, where they could get together and play the game on streams.

then he started inviting more youtubers on, outside of his inner friend circle. one in particular, wilbur soot, decided to start a sort of storyline, involving a country he made, where he would declare independence from the larger dream smp.

and, well. it went from there.

there's no way i can explain everything that happened on that server. so many storylines, so many characters, so many perspectives, SO. MUCH. LORE. the dsmp was the first smp to really revolutionize the idea of minecraft smps with lore, and they exploded onto the scene. a bunch of funny, already popular/up-and-coming mcyts, all interacting with each other and creating a story to follow, in the peak of 2020 quarentine, when everyone was online to see them?

yeah. dsmp pretty much ended in 2022, but its fandom is still alive and well, if a little diminished from where it was when the dsmp was ongoing.

dream is a youtuber with over 30 million subscribers, and a lot of them just enjoy his videos, but the FANDOM - the fans that seriously follow him, engage with him, and to some extent obsess over him - mostly comes from the dsmp.

but whatever about the dsmp. you're not here for that. you're here for the CONTROVERSY.

and oh my god... is there controversy.

first of all, his minecraft manhunt series? the thing that got him famous? a lot of its fame is based on the amazing, impressive, and straight up unbelievable stunts dream pulls during them, which have resulted in a lot of people believing that they're at least semi-manipulated, if not straight up staged.

but whatever- it's for youtube. nothing seriously wrong with cheating a little there.

but when he's not getting hunted down by his friends, dream does normal spreedrunning, which means setting a timer, submitting his run to moderators to look over, and trying to get on a leaderboard. it's decently policed stuff, and people take it very seriously.

and, yeah, he DEFINITELY cheated on that.

there's a lot of technical details that i don't fully understand and you don't want to hear about, but basically, some moderators did some math and found that some of the "good luck" dream experienced during a speedrun was so mathematically improbable that there was only a 1 in 177 BILLION chance it could have happened.

so they took the run down.

dream responded by denying all of their claims, accusing them of lying and bad math, and generally throwing a huge temper tantrum in front of the entire internet, before reluctantly admitting that he had "accidentally" cheated in the run.

you may be wondering how someone accidentally cheats. i'm wondering that too.

but that's more silly stuff. let's get down into the worse controversy, the one that sort of destroyed dream for the dsmp fandom besides the most devoted stans.

the grooming allegations.

multiple fans have seperately stepped forward and said that dream groomed them when they were under 18, taking advantage of his position as an older, wealthy, famous man to influence his fans.

dream has completely denied this, and the internet is, frankly, a little confused as to the validity of the claims (mostly pertaining to the fans' ages and if the conversations really "count" as grooming) but it's generally agreed that dream, at the VERY least, acted in a way that was inappropiate for a celebrity to act with a fan. whether this was intentional and malicious or just dangerous negligence on his fault remains to be seen, but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth either way.

there's also a compliation of things that i'm not super familiar with - one time he started a one-sided rivalry with a fellow mcyt when he created another smp, i think accusing him of "copying" the dsmp? - but since this isn't an academic paper, let me reluctantly source "bad vibes" for the reason some people don't like him. dream has a history of just being kind of a huge asshole to fans and fellow youtubers alike, both publically and privately. like, seriously, the shit he posts ONLINE for ANYONE TO SEE is unbelieveable, and makes you wonder at how things are behind closed doors.

the reason why everyone's talking about him RIGHT NOW is because of something tommyinnit (another minecraft youtuber, "main character" of the dsmp, the one guy i will bestow the dubious honor of being a "stan" of) mentioned on an episode of his podcast. he said that in the past he was scared of making dream angry, and WROTE IN HIS DIARY not to piss him off, because it wasn't worth it. keep in mind, this happened when he was SIXTEEN. tommy said that as a now-twenty-year-old, he couldn't imagine treating a teenager that way, and jackmanifold, someone else who was a part of the dsmp and interacted with dream, said that he hated dream.

another part of this getting brought up is a twitter thread that happened awhile ago (i believe back in 2021?), where dream basically claimed credit for tommy's success as a youtuber, posting screenshots of GRAPHS (???) that "proved" that tommy owed EVERYTHING TO HIM (??????) which is just. frankly unhinged behavior. i'll see if i can reblog a screenshot so you can see.

ANYWAY, dream obviously saw the podcast and the (rightfully pissed) fans' reaction to it, and decided to react in the most emotionally mature manner: a post mentioning how grateful he was to work with people on the dsmp, "even if we don't see eye to eye", and releasing the DSMP WORLD DOWNLOAD. (this is basically a way to download the way the dsmp minecraft world looks and play it on your own version of minecraft, so you can actually explore all the areas where lore took place.)

keep in mind, this server imploded in 2022. it's been TWO YEARS of fans begging for the world download, and he finally brought it out as a publicity stunt to make everyone forget about him being an asshole. which, can i just say, as someone that's not an expert at pr? only makes it clear to me that he knew exactly how much of an asshole he was being, and did it anyway.

obviously, there's more to the story here (oh my god i could make a dozen of these posts about dream's position in dsmp lore ALONE), and a lot of stuff i don't even know about, because i don't spend all my time familiarizing myself with cc!dream lore, but this is a pretty concise summary of events. i hope you can now enjoy my occassional rbs of posts that mock dream relentlessly as someone who officially knows the drama :)

[nekomancy813]

Episode 3:

ꃅꀤꑄꀎꀤ

(Finn's P. O. V)

As thrilled as I was to see her.. 

This mystery girl wasn't..? 

 Her abrupt, guarded reaction was VERY impressive though! 

 The way she looked at me with her blazing semi-colored eyes..

I felt as if I was being pulled into a slow-motioned trance within her pink and blue hues! 

This girl is so s-strong yet unreadable..

D-Dang it! Keep it together Mertens! Don't weird her out.. 

Did my presence startle her that much..? 

 Granted, she was unconscious when me and Jake found her in that burning ditch. She must've been through a lot of messed up stuff.. Yet I'm still perplexed on how she freaking survived that crash!! 

.. Oh dang she's about to cut me-I snapped back into focus, catching the scythe's blade with my blood demon sword, blocking her smite! 

I have to diffuse her defenses somehow. .

With no hesitation, I dropped my weapon in front of her tiny feet. Surrendering myself to her

“Hey! Hey.. It's okay, I'm not a threat..!

 See.. I Forfeit my blade.”

Suddenly, the mystery girl's killer expression changed into something calmer and.. Cuter..! 

Jake stood in front of me in defense, growling slightly. 

 “Finn, I think I'm starting to have second thoughts about this girl..”

I squish Jake's doggie cheeks and defend her case to my bro. 

“N-No! It's not her fault Jake. 

I shouldn't have snuck behind her like that. Besides, she's been through enough already when she crash-coursed into our world man… 

She's pure”

The mystery girl just sits there, slightly tilting her head to us. Curiously watching me and Jake conversate back and forth to each other. 

I chuckle and tilt my head slightly back at her in response..! 

She looked to me then blushes, suddenly her body glitched! 

𝘈𝘸𝘸..𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘺 and 𝘴𝘩𝘺 

Her big galactic tail floats as it calmly sways side to side.. 

 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱-𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦! 

 PB sits down next to her. Trying to ease the awkwardness from both of us.. 

“These two are the bravest warriors of Ooo I was telling you about.. Don't you worry young starseed, these heroes are here to take you to your new home in their care! 

Also..They live in a big magic treehouse!”

The mystery girl becomes elated; her eyes cutely expand big at me and Jake. 

.. She's so adorable, she's frying the living math outta my brains! 

“I think you 3 will get along just fine!”

PB gets back up as she exits the room; giving me and Jake a thumbs up! 

Now's my chance to properly introduce myself! Sitting in a wheelchair; I coyly scoot back up close to her

“Wassup new girl! My name's Finn! 

This orange bean is my best bro dawg Jake. 

We're both the legendary heroes of Ooo!” I pick up Jake and placed him next to the mystery girl. 

Jake pouts at me as I just act clueless, shrugging off my shoulders. 

 He looks back at the mystery girl, sniffing her hands and face. 

“Huh.. You traveled far, didn't ya miss? Also you smell like a nice fruit!”

Jake and I then noticed the new girl's snack on the ground. So, I picked it up generously and gave it back to her (luckily her snack didn't get dirty). The new girl shyly takes back her snack, proceeding to nom on her blood orange some more. Sucking and scraping out its vital fruit flesh with her awesome beastly fangs! 

Is she another one of Marceline's relatives..? No she can't be.. She's definitely not a werewolf either.. 

 “So.. Um..Dr. PB told us that you had a serious head injury, so now your memory is a little donked up..?”

Then she softly clears her throat, finally speaking up to us! But in a gentle tone.. 

“Y-Yes.. I've been adrift in the cosmos for so long, my memories are… fuzzy.. Also my brain hurts alot”

Her voice sounds so calming and sweet..

 Like lilacs and honey mixed together

My face begins to warm up even hotter, as I get lost in her pretty semi-colored eyes again.. 

Accidentally murmuring my words out for her to hear.. 

“Your eyes are like a pretty broken kaleidoscope..!” 

Her face blushes a bright shade of pink; all the way to the tips of her long, lopey demon-like ears. 

“M-My eyes are like a broken kaleidoscope..?”

My face burns hotter realizing I donked up.. 

“NoNoNoNo! Shoot- I wasn't trying to insult you..!

I-I meant that your eyes look pre- Uh are pretty interesting! Yeah..!”

The mystery girl hugs her legs together anxiously. Swishing her tail slowly from side to side looking away from me but chuckling a little.. 

 She gingerly reaches out her hand. Softly petting Jake's noggin as she tries to hide her smile from me. 

“Aww- you’re a shy one aren't ya? Heh heh your pets feel so warm..!”

Jake nudges her then wags his tail in approval. 

You're so lucky to be a dog bro… .. 

I snapped my fingers in front of Jake's face, breaking him out of his sleepiness.

“Don't fall asleep until we get back to the treehouse okay bro?”

 I brought Jake back down off of the bed. 

“Oh yeah I forgot to ask you this but.. Since you know our names; What's your name new girl..?”

Me and Jake intently listened as the mystery girl finally addressed to us her name! 

“My name.. Is Hisui”

Her name sounds so.. Beautiful and enlightening! 

At that moment me and Jake were so much in awe that we could only say one thing.. 

“Awesome!”

[laurarolla]

And finally done with the Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel playthrough of the main campaign and Claptastic Voyage. Boy, that was a long one. The remaining Claptastic Voyage video parts will be up a bit later on, they're all recorded though. And oh boy, I get to have possibly controversial opinions on a long-beloved franchise that just got a movie adaptation and definitely has another game on the way. Hooray!

So, Borderlands has a few things going for it, namely really great characters, a solid atmosphere, narratives that manage to actually drift between serious and silly in ways that don't feel jarring, and so many mix and match procedurally generated weapons that you rarely end up with the same drop twice, which can be good or bad based on your perspective on the game's loot and leveling system. Regarding the story, it's good. The only thing that kinda bugs me is that the story wants to be a story about how Jack became the monster he is in Borderlands 2, but it really doesn't show a change in character or personality, but just how he gains the power to be the absolute piece of garbage he always was deep down. I've seen some stuff from BL3 that actually does go into what pushed him into being an evil bastard, but like Moxxi points out, the darkness was always there and he just needed the power and the opportunity to embrace it. If you just ignore the read of it being the "fall of Jack" and instead go in 100% with the idea that this is the story of the "rise of Handsome Jack," I think you get a better overall feeling for the narrative experience.

In terms of gameplay and mechanics, I honestly kinda hate this game. It's not specifically because I think there are wrong decisions being made in most cases (although a mailbox system like in Destiny 2 or WoW would be great for situations like a legendary drop falling through the damn ground or getting something dropped on it). The issue is in the philosophy of the game, and the fact that what I came to the game for was not at all what it wants to deliver. I like the world, the characters, and their stories. I couldn't care less about being asked to sift through piles of loot, most of which is Grinder fodder or something to sell for semi-useful money, only to realize that the weapons I found that were cool and fun to use are practically useless about an hour or two later. I suppose the thing is that I didn't want another MMO, even if this one is vastly superior in terms of long-term survival due to being unshackled to a live service model.

Part of what made Destiny 2 so enjoyable to me as a persistant game was that I didn't have to spend absurd amounts of time farming, and if I got a good weapon, I got to keep using it because I could upgrade the power level without having to go get another one of the same gun at the higher level. But the issue isn't that Destiny 2's loot drop system is inherently better, because for many people, it isn't. For me, the issue is that, when combined with gunplay that isn't nearly as fun as I want it to be, talent trees that remind me of how much WoW improved over the years by dumping the incremental math for the sake of landmark upgrades at specific levels, and certain damage types and weapons feeling damn near necessary in a system where everything you get is absurdly unpredictable, it isn't fun to pick up a bunch of garbage to sell or trade when I found things that were fun to use. I didn't come here for Diablo with guns and a wacky robot buddy. I have the same opinion about Diablo and other loot piñata games. Being neurodivergent in some way definitely doesn't help me with this, either.

The point is, I love the world and story and characters of Borderlands, but I absolutely fucking hate playing Borderlands. However, after playing the game for many hours, I'm now actually pretty decent at Borderlands. Maybe BL2 will be a worthwhile experience when I eventually get around to it, but I'm not expecting much. I mean, it doesn't even have the Oz kits and boost jump system that I actually did like.

[astererer]

October day 8: past

Vern and Aster in their secondary school uniforms!! Info about their younger selves and the school they attended under the cut :))

Vernon has not changed much from his younger self. He has always been the responsible and kind of serious type, but was far more protective of Aster when they were in school compared to now. Would always make sure to wait for her at the end of the day so they could walk home together and help her with homework and stuff. Well liked by his classmates. Had more colour in his face as a teenager than he does in the present.

Aster used to be a quiet and reserved child, and didn’t really start to come out of her shell around people outside her immediate family until she was 14/15. At home she could be talkative and rowdy, but around classmates would struggle to socialise and make conversation. Didn’t have many friends and those she had were more like close acquaintances than genuine connections. If it wasn’t for Vernon being a doting older brother she’d have been extremely lonely as a child.

Their school had a semi-relaxed policy in that as long as the colours do not deviate too far from school colours they can wear whatever footwear they please (as long as the heel is 2 inches or less, higher heels are not allowed lol). Once students enter sixth form (yrs 12-13/final 2 years of high school) they no longer have a dress code and can dress however they want within reason.

Vaguely inspired by vocational trade schools/polytechnics and the implementation of BTEC studies that kind of replaced them in the UK (I think. Don’t quote me on that lol), the school is focussed around battling and general pokemon care and husbandry. Core subjects such as maths and science are still covered, but the idea is at around 13/14 years old students will pick a programme in their education that leads into a career with direct involvement with the care and raising of pokemon (e.g. being a gym trainer/potentially a gym leader, working in a daycare, pokemon centre, pokemon groomer, etc.). Core subjects and electives are studied alongside the chosen vocational programme until reaching sixth form where the last two years of study are devoted to vocational programmes.

Vernon already knew he’d follow in his dad’s footsteps and become a flying taxi cabbie which has its own training outside of normal education, so decided to join the pokemon grooming programme, accompanied by electives in history and geography. Total nerd that passed all his classes with flying colours and could have easily gone into grooming as a backup career. Went straight into flying taxi training and gained qualifications to become an official cabbie within a year after finishing school.

Aster had joined the battle studies programme with electives in fine art and music, but dropped out after a few months due to her success in the Galar League Gym Challenge, then abdicating her title as champion in order to travel after two months. Never finished school, doesn’t have any official qualifications beside her stint as league champion and doesn’t really like to draw attention to her lack of formal education as she finds it embarrassing.

[fountainpenguin]

Fanfic Schedule News - 2024

You can find this post later in my Pinned Post links

Overview

- Fairly OddParents - On hiatus while buffer building. Weekly Friday updates when ready, probably in summer. Origin and Knots are planned to alternate to show both sides of the war, but can be read independently. - WordGirl - On hiatus while buffer building. Weekly updates when ready, but lower priority than FOP. I'd like to post a few one-shots in spring and summer. - MCYT - Weekly Tuesday updates (Dog's Life until Chapter 30, then other 'fics while Dog's Life is on break). I'm also posting on Friday, but am moving towards posting on Sunday. - Total Drama - I'm not writing new content for the TD fandom, but I have 40+ 'fics I posted on FFN, but not AO3. Now that many are 10 years old, I'd like to archive some on AO3. - Every year I say I want to post my Mario drafts, but... I don't think 2024 will be that year. We will see.

Fandom-Specific Series

I post 'fics under my AO3 account, FountainPenguin.

If you'd like to get notifications for new works but don't want to follow me as a user, consider subscribing to some fandom-specific series:

Fairly OddParents

130 Station - All pieces in the 130 Reasons Why I'm Fairy Trash series.

These are further broken down into "Trains" (Ex: Main cast, Anti-Fairies, Pixies, shippy stuff, etc.) - Find info HERE

Notable pieces that are not 130 Prompts include Origin of the Pixies, Frayed Knots, Come What May, and Reedfilter Rules, which may be best subscribed to individually- They do not have a series at this time.

WordGirl

Heroes' Journey - Stuff about WordGirl and Huggy learning to share Fair City with Kid Math

28 Million Degrees - Character studies

MCYT - Not RPF, but the 4th Wall is very thin

Pixels Imperfect - Pixel people (who are all mob hybrids) live in a server hub and roleplay with their friends. Lots of interpersonal and social drama mixed with humor.

Neighborhood Watch AU - A serious take on the Life series lore and mechanics, ft. a semi-medieval world where the first 5 Life seasons take place in a single timeline.

Roundabout - Misc. MCYT content

These pages also have links to character relationship series.

Total Drama

Riddle's Drama - Total Drama 'fics I wrote 2013-2016.

These are also on my FFN, where I cross-post my FOP and WordGirl content as well.

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Fairly OddParents

I'm working on a buffer for Origin of the Pixies and Frayed Knots chapters so they can alternate during the war. At the moment I'm posting content for other fandoms, but once the buffer is ready, these will roll out weekly. Hopefully by summer.

- Origin is caught up and ready for the war meeting next chapter, so we're just wrapping up Anti-Cosmo's school and relationship drama in Knots :) - We're in the era of 2016 draft chapters, so it's a combo of "Lots of stuff is already written" and "Lots of stuff needs to be updated."

Origin and Knots will update on Fridays when the time is right (alternating weeks).

The 130 Prompts wrapped up Arc 2 in December and is on hiatus.

If you missed the Arc 2 finale, check out "Grudge"- It's about Happy Peppy Gary and Crocker striking a dangerous deal and I think it's cute :)

Ideally, I'd like to finish the whole Come What May draft before I post more chapters (so we don't have more of these long lurches between chapters), and Reedfilter Rules is in a similar boat.

Origin and Knots are my priority, but once Come What May starts, I'd like to do weekly or bi-weekly updates until it's done.

WordGirl

Factor It In - I'm very happy with how the story has come out so far. It's fully outlined, but this is a "serious and fluffy" story and I've been on a "silly and angsty" streak lately, so the mood isn't there.

- I'd like to circle back to it soon, but don't want to post more chapters until I have a nice buffer. - I'd like to post again in autumn 2024 and keep up weekly updates for several months. Origin and Knots are higher priority, but I really like this story and look forward to more.

I have some WordGirl one-shot drafts I've been sitting on for months. I haven't been satisfied with them enough to post, but you might see them soon as I finalize them. There's no schedule for these, but they include:

- Local alien girl is SO brave about Rex's problems while they lie in the grass discussing love and culture - Local alien boy loses his fawn spots, comes of age, and hits up Hal Hardbargain for alien-strength deodorant - Character study for Victor Best (My horrible son) - Character study for pre-series Rex living on Hexagon (My somehow more horrible son) - Other drafts from 2018 that need polish

I so desperately want to show the world my "Hopelessly romantic life planner since he was born" x "She can't commit to anything including this" marriage of convenience superhero drama... He's oblivious... She's dying inside... He is so embarrassing... Do u understand my vision?

MCYT

- Dog's Life Session 2 will end with Chapter 30. I've finished up to Chapter 28 and just need to tweak the remaining chapters. It will then be on hiatus for a few months while I work on the Session 3 buffer and other projects.

Edit - Session 2 will actually be 37 chapters, so another month

Expecting 4 to 5 months of hiatus from regular updates with some intermission chapters a few weeks apart (Full moon arc, my beloved). I have 'fics I look forward to posting (including new multi-chapters that already have nice buffers and will post weekly), so there will be plenty of MCYT content, but it seemed wise to leave Dog's Life on break to avoid burnout. I hope you enjoy these new stories! When Dog's Life returns, it'll be with weekly updates for several months as per usual :)

My "first half of 2024" goal is to close out as many of my existing MCYT multi-chapters as I can. Thank you for your patience with multi-chapters that have slow updates- I plan to finish them soon :)

I recently completed For Sale: Bird Wings (Never Worn) with weekly updates and am on track to finish One and a Half Birds with weekly Friday updates.

After this, I would like to finish the last 2 to 3 chapters of Criminal Experience (which has always had Friday updates as well). I don't want to post the next chapter until I nail down the story's end, so there's been a delay, but I'm glad I've wrapped up other multi-chapters and I look forward to finishing this soon.

After this, I plan to post MCYT content Tuesdays and Sundays, leaving Fridays for my other fandoms.

What's on Tuesdays?

At the moment, Dog's Life for 7 more weeks. Session 2 ends with Chapter 30 on April 9th.

Edit: Chapter 37 on May 28th

I've started new multi-chapters while chasing inspiration bursts, but I held back from posting them, so now I have buffers for those. I look forward to sharing them throughout 2024. Two notable ones are:

- Chalaza - Quick story about Martyn arriving in New Star Station. Bdubs voice study, some practice writing short scenes, and this is the story that helped me nail down pixel person anatomy. ^ Highlights include Bdubs trotting around with Martyn's dissolved soul in a fishbowl and regaling Etho with tales of how the Phantom Dragon carries phantom hybrids in her mouth. Also, Martyn hides under Etho's couch for 4 days. - Herobrine's Guide to the Between Dimension - A meta story about my Between lore, hybrid anatomy, and hybrid culture. No plot, but I think it's fun.

These are expected to post Tuesdays while Dog's Life is on break :)

What's on Sundays?

At the moment, nothing- I'm posting on Fridays (weekly updates to One and a Half Birds for the next several weeks).

I've also got a draft called "Scar's Castle" that's about Grian doing chores during 3rd Life... we'll see if that turns out nice.

Now that Secret Life is over, I've been able to do more worldbuilding and story planning for Neighborhood Watch AU. I plan to post some one-shots soon. Highlights include:

"Goodchild Oscar" - Oscar Goodchild's lovely parents put out a hit on his soulmate. He drags Grian around the Hearts Club Ball in his attempts to thwart it. Title's subject to change, but this is a fun one :) "They Never Found the Desert" - Local Green Life parrot can't get Red Life soulmate motivated for anything. Desperate times call for desperate measures. "Ethograms, Etho Slab, and Something About Ethics (Probably)" - Joel studies wolves... and the single(?) dad who keeps coming around with his kids.

I've also been working on the big multi-chapter for this universe, which centers around the Clocker family: Arsenic Waltz. It's fully outlined and I'm 5 chapters into the buffer, but it doesn't feel "fun" to read yet, so... Hmm.

- If anyone wants to beta read the first 10k words where Martyn arrives at the Clocker residence and meets his soulmate Cleo for the first time, lmk? Been struggling with the pacing of action vs. world lore for months and it'd be nice to get outside thoughts. - My plan was to start posting in April after Dog's Life ends, but it might need more time. With weekly updates, it should finish in December or January, but I'd like a nice buffer first. Possibly, this story will start in the summer and end in early 2025.

EDIT - I ended up killing all these darlings and moving them to a separate story, which will be released at a later time. The pacing was just not working :)

Additional multi-chapters to wrap up:

Closed Door Policy - Can't finish until Criminal Experience is done. Will post Tuesdays or Sundays as appropriate (Expecting 2 or 3 more chapters).

Dear Future Captain - Waiting for Dog's Life to catch up to this part of the timeline (Between Sessions 4 and 5?) - I like my draft for Chapter 3, but I'd rather wrap up other stories first.

With Acid In Your Eyes - Outlined and expecting 10 chapters. This is a high-tension story I was excited for, but it's on the backburner while finalizing lore, social dynamics, and plot points. It was ambitious to post this one before things were solid, but I look forward to returning when I'm ready :)

If you're interested in being a beta reader for any of my work, you can get in touch. I've not worked with beta readers in fanfic before, but if you're interested, we can talk about it!

Thanks for reading! Happy 2024!

[brothermouse-skeleton]

Okay, so trying to make micro progress on my book about a post apocalyptic Candyland/edutainment world. It will be weird and cringe but I will make it.

Anyways, to procrastinate writing but not feel bad about it, here's a list of the Pre Apocalypse factions that ended up magically nuking the world:

1. Confectica: one of the main players, they have a diverse population of all flavors, savory, sweet, sour, spicy. They're all named after food or in food puns. ie Frank Beans, Princess Tiaramisu, Joe Mocha etc. they have a magic system based around "Friendship". They were in conflict with the Gloomies. Most major cities were wiped out with the bombs, but some small communities survived. This is where most of the story is going to take place.

2. The Gloomie Empire: From the Sorrow Swamp, Gloomies are basically people shaped moss that got super paranoid about how powerful Confectica was getting so they ended up building nuclear bombs about it. They were ruled by Emperor Gloomy Guss who's royal title gets longer and more ridiculous every time you hear it because, according to Gloomie logic, if your leader has a better title then the other guy, you're sure to win. It didn't work, because the entire Sorrow Swamp was bombed into a glowing crater. No Gloomies survived, as far as anyone knows.

3. The Jellybean Jamboree: a sort of vassal of Confectica, though before the apocalypse they were making moves for more autonomy and independence. They also have food names but for them it's exclusively sweets, ie Suzette Crepes, Ali Mode, Pepper Mints, etc. they don't have as much access to the friendship magic of Confectica, but they are more technologically advanced. In the lead up to the bombs they were engaged in a bloody, drawn out conflict with cave dwelling Cavity Goblins who were being funded and supplied by the Gloomies. Sort of a Vietnam situation. Before the end, some wealthy Jamboree oligarchs built a bunch of bunkers called "Fridges" to ensure that society survived. Unfortunately, because oligarchs are categorically self important dicks, all the Fridges were set up to create the builder's "Ideal Society". Most of the Fridges had a societal collapse a few years after closing the door. The ones that survived are now either on the verge of collapse or full of the weirdest psychos you've ever met.

4. The Clowns: Clowns are weird. They have pale skin, red noses, big feet and rubber bones maybe? They don't often speak the common language and just honk at each other so nobody knows too much about them. Before the bombs they sided with Confectica against the Gloomies, after the bombs they broke into various semi nomadic clans that would dabble in raiding and slave trading. Oddly, they don't make their slaves do any heavy labor, they just teach them to juggle and do tricks and make them perform. The only thing most people know about Clown magic, both before and after the bombs, is that it what's behind Bonzo's Bottomless Bags™️, a sort of very durable bag of holding that was sold all over before the bombs and is especially useful in the post apocalyptic wasteland.

4. The Chromakin: From Rainbow Island they're kind of isolated from the rest. Their magic is based on colors and before the bombs they had seven sorcerers who used the color magic. An ancient color eating dragon once escaped from it's prison on their island and threatened to destroy the whole world. While the Chromakin president was trying to get everyone else to realize how serious this was the Gloomies launched their first nuclear weapon at the thing and killed it starting an arms race. They joined up with the Gloomies because, you know, Gloomies got shit done. After the bombs there's not much news from the island, but the general belief is that it's a war zone between various surviving color gangs.

5. Numeraians: They have a math based magic system where their mathemagicans can just, like, solve equations in their head and make anything disappear? They tried to stay neutral but that just ment that they ended up being targeted by both sides when the bombs fell so they got double whammies. Their mathemagicans were able to stop most of the bombs, but turns out the downside of their magic is that if any of the equations were solved incorrectly or any of the bombs got through it would make the entire country a little bit dumber. As you can imagine this compounded and by the time it was all over they had been hit with the fewest bombs, but the survivors were all too dumb to count past ten with shoes on.

6. Dreamland: A floating city-state full of people who can walk on clouds, ignore gravity, and sing songs that instantly put people to sleep. Dreamland is constantly on the move to stay on the night side of the planet, but that didn't save it from the bombs. High altitude explosions created a sort of magical EMP that took out the spells that made the city fly. It eventually crashed in the mountains. First the Dreamlanders were on the Confectica side, but, for reasons only they knew, they switched sides and joined the Gloomies. Because of that any Dreamlanders found in the wasteland are treated with suspicion at best and outright hostility at worst.

7. Cavity Goblins: they live in mountains claimed by the Jellybean Jamboree. They are weird little goobers who are, like 80-90% mouth and teeth. When the Jamboree started mining their caves, they pushed back and even though they didn't have much magic or tech, they knew their caves and mountains better than anyone and were able to hold off the Jellybean troops surprisingly well. Eventually they gained the support of the Gloomies and turned what was originally a minor squabble into a protracted war of attrition. Their caves protected them from most of the bombs, but some radiation still leaked it and made some of their weird little bodies even weirder. For the most part, though, if you leave them alone they'll leave you alone.

8. Tonals: No country of their own, they're found basically everywhere. They have a music based magic system. They believe that they have to mingle with outside groups and achieve harmony with them so they have always been very opposed to any nation building of any kind. Before the apocalypse, a Tonal conman was responsible for supplying the Gloomies with the schematics and tech they reverse engineered to achieve their technological superiority. After the bombs, some Tonals set up a small way station for traders that got big enough to get the attention of a local warlord. The warlord laid siege and the Tonals dug in. When the warlord was finally betrayed by his men and the siege was broken the way station had become a permanent Tonal city, much to the dismay of the Tonals. The city of Harmony is now one of the most important places in the post apocalyptic world.

[elytrafemme]

hey, so. semi serious post coming, just as a heads up. 

but. i kind of mentioned this yesterday, albeit unintentionally, but today is the five year anniversary of me making this very specific decision (technically it wasn’t really... today where i made the decision, but today was the day i assigned as the ‘start’ point). i decided i would either die in five years, or live forever. and well, i’m not so sure about the second part, haha, but. 

i’m alive. right now. and the count has stopped. 

i guess i was expecting a lot of confusing feelings. and yeah i do feel kind of all over the place with this, but today was honestly average. nothing catastrophic has happened (yet), i’m just... i went to school and i did my math homework and i scheduled a shit ton of meetings today so i wouldn’t have to think about it, but, well, i’m thinking about it anyway. which isn’t that much of a bad thing.

it’s crazy because i really don’t think things have gotten better for me? i guess, well. in five years, i’ve gone through a lot of trauma. like, a lot. a lot has happened and i am a completely different person. i did gain a lot in terms of having a good support system and therapist, but, y’know. lost a lot in terms of my mental health as a total thing.

but despite that, within the past two years especially, i’ve been really happy to be alive. and still am! like i am so incredibly happy to be alive and it’s almost terrifying, what kind of headspace i had to have been all those years ago to make such a pact like that. but i’m glad that i’m doing better, and i just wish i could tell younger me that i am no longer as miserable as i thought i would be. i have friends and good family and passions and a life. there’s so much ahead for me. 

i don’t really know why i’m verbalizing this. i shouldn’t be because i have a meeting and i have to eat before then and there’s a lot happening today. but i guess just... thank you? i don’t know. i’m really glad that five years from that day, i could find myself here, with all of you. that i got here in the end. 

so, here’s to the next five years, and the next ten, and maybe even the next fifteen. i think i’ve got that kinda time on my hands, now. i think it’s looking up for me. 

[jadagul]

I realized I never posted about this here! I wrote last week that ChatGPT seems like it would be most useful for automating semi routine tasks. So I spent a week experimenting with using it to write questions for math tests for me.

The verdict: not completely useless! But I do a detailed analysis of what it's good and bad for, and also show like thirty pages of examples and tests.

(turns out ChatGPT can write near perfect LaTeX.)