#she doesn't have to agree. but if she won't then she's leaving the server one way or another; I'm not keeping around someone

[lesenbyan]

you ever get up and you're not even really actively mad about a thing but choose violence bc you probably ought to?

[discordiansamba]

hello I am in a new location (on vacation). have something I was rotating on the plane.

zuko takes late to firebending. his younger sister bends flame before he does, and ursa sees the writing on the wall.

ozai is not a kind man. if they stay, she knows it is only a matter of time before something happens to zuko to get him out of the way. she sees the look in his eyes as she watches him.

she makes a deal with ozai- she will take zuko and leave the palace. azula can be his heir in his place.

(it is a deal that requires her to leave her daughter behind with this monster, but she knows she cannot take both. she has to choose.)

ozai agrees... but not really. this is the perfect chance to get rid of them both without anyone tying it to him. he sends assassins after them, but they escape.

ursa reunites with ikem, and they flee the fire nation together.

at first they stay in the colonies, but ozai finds them. through ursa's connections as avatar roku's granddaughter, she manages to find safe passage into omashu.

she lives there peacefully with zuko and ikem for awhile. she takes the name noriko, and ikem becomes noren. zuko becomes li, in hopes that such a common name will make him stand out less.

bumi knows full well they're there, and who they are. he's the one who invited them into his city in the first place.

after the failed siege of ba sing se, ursa fears that it won't be safe for them for long in omashu. bumi arranges for them to travel to ba sing se, letting the three of them quietly slip into the city.

(in the aftermath of the siege, the dai li is in the middle of restructuring. the family of three slips between the cracks.)

zuko was so young when they left the palace, he barely remembers it. his mother told him that his father was an influential man in the fire nation, and was deeply abusive. she had to flee to protect him.

(zuko does not remember his real name.)

he starts firebending in omashu. ursa quietly obtains some firebending scrolls, so he can practice in secret.

ikem forms a small theater troupe in ba sing se, which zuko helps with. he also has a part time job as a tea server. they live quietly in the lower ring, until one day his mother announces she's pregnant.

(she hadn't been trying. it hadn't felt right. but it happened anyways.)

their family of three becomes a family of four. zuko is elated to become a big brother and spoils kiyi rotten.

to zuko, ikem is his father. he doesn't want to know anything about his real father.

ursa fears everything is over when one day, iroh appears on their doorstep. but he calms her fears. he is not here to bring her back to ozai, nor does he wish to try conquering ba sing se again. he merely wishes to teach his long lost nephew a bit of firebending.

(to zuko, iroh is mushi, a retired fire nation soldier who broke with his country's warmongering ways. it's only sort of a lie.)

(iroh is very careful that their lessons do not attract the watchful eye of the dai li. thankfully, zuko and his family are now so entrenched in the city that they escape their notice.)

one day, iroh leaves ba sing se. the avatar has returned, and he has heard rumors of an invasion of the north pole brewing...

the avatar is in his dad's theater. why is the avatar in his dad's theater.

what do you mean mushi is the dragon of the west.

what do you mean HE'S A PRINCE OF THE FIRE NATION?

[annaphoenix1994]

All I See is You

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"So, how's everything been, Kiera?" Laswell asked as the women sat at a local cafe, catching up on topics other than work.��

She sighed, taking a sip of the glass of water the server brought her, finding the sound of anything else to drink to be nauseating to her as she found herself occasionally taking a bite of her sandwich. "They've been good. Much better since that shit with Shepherd has been dealt with." 

"I agree. With the water settling now, it'll be easier to focus," Laswell nodded. "I think we've earned ourselves a break for a while." 

"Well, speaking of breaks, I was going to talk to you about something," Kiera sighed, finding it rather difficult to tell Laswell, of all people, that she was pregnant and wanting to resign. "Nobody expected this, especially me, but I've been putting a lot of thought behind it..." 

"You're scaring me." Laswell narrowed her eyes, setting aside her drink. 

"As much as I've enjoyed my job, I think it's time I resign. Given everything that's happened, I don't want to risk putting my family in the middle of it again." 

"None of that was your fault-"

"Partially, yeah," Kiera scoffed. "I keep blaming myself. I can't get Fernando's screams out of my head since we found him. I'm not going to put anyone through it again." She explained, frowning and breaking contact with Laswell. 

"Is there something else bothering you?" 

She nodded hesitantly. 

"How far along are you?" 

"H-How did you know?"

"You know as well as I do that the C.I.A burns body language into your brain," Laswell chuckled. "I'm a mother myself. I know that certain glow." 

"I didn't know you had any kids?" 

"I never told anybody because I feared the same thing that you did. I respect your decision, Kiera. I just hate I'm losing one of the best Case Officers that ever stepped foot in our office, but it's not the time to be selfish. Are you nervous?" 

"Very," She breathed. "Simon is beyond excited by how he's been acting. I was afraid he wasn't going to take it well." 

"I can understand that. He's always been hard to read, but he always got straight to the point." 

"That he does." 

"He mentioned flying to London for a military ball, right? When is that coming up?" 

"He said it's on the twentieth of this month. He mentioned flying out on the tenth to spend a few days there before coming home. He wants to take me to his hometown." 

"That'll be nice," Laswell assured her with a smile. "Have you gotten a dress?" 

"I had one picked out, but I don't think I'll fit in it now!" 

"You never did tell me how far along you were," She snickered. "You won't grow twice your size every week." 

"I'm roughly seven weeks, coming up on eight. I go back for another ultrasound the week before we leave for London. Hopefully, she can tell us the gender, but I'm not sure if I want to know." 

"Afraid you'll be disappointed?" Laswell teased. 

"No, I think it would be more special for it to be a surprise. Although Simon wants a boy and I want a girl. I guess a part of my anxious mind wants to keep it a secret until the baby is here so that I can be with Simon as much as possible because I'm afraid he'll leave me if it's a girl." She scoffed, knowing better than to think of Simon that way, her previous relationship being a constant dark reminder of how some men were:

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"I can't have more kids. If you're pregnant, I'm signing my rights over. I don't want nothing to do with it."

"You're mad that I might be pregnant, but yet didn't do anything to prevent it from happening? You know condoms are a thing, right?" 

"Not my job to worry about not getting pregnant. Birth control is a thing too." 

"Yeah, and so is keeping my legs closed," Kiera scoffed. "Oh, but you're always insisting on having sex whenever you feel like it. Condoms don't have the shitty side effects like birth control does. Weight gain, acne, bloating, cramps, everything, Joe. Doesn't hurt wear one." 

"No, you gained weight because you're always eating. Eating too much leads to acne. Cramps are from your period." 

"What's your excuse, then?" Kiera scoffed, arching her brow and nodding her head towards his gut. 

He pursed his lips, "You talk like that to me again, and I'll make sure you're not pregnant." 

"You wouldn't dare." 

"Try me. I'm serious. If you're pregnant I'm out. I'm not going through this again. I already have three." 

"Those poor souls," She scoffed. "But yet when your ex said she might be pregnant you didn't seem too sad about that, huh? You must think I'm stupid if you think I didn't hear you talking to her on the phone when you said you thought you were excited to hear about her being pregnant. Goes to show me that I was just a side piece to you when you did nothing but tell me what I want to hear because you were bored with her and got with someone else." 

"You're full of shit, Kiera. Go take a test. Now." 

"No. You want me to take one so bad, go get one." 

"Oh, so you're not worried about having a kid?" 

"I've always wanted one. If I am, I'm having this baby with or without you - preferably without you because you're acting like a piece of shit. I don't want my baby near that." 

"Fine, I'll go get a test. If it comes back positive, you either get out of my life or I'll go get a hanger." 

Kiera's anger peaked, not hesitating to slap him across his cheek, knowing that he could easily overpower her. "You do that again and my next hit will be to that stomach." 

She hit him again, knowing that he wouldn't do such a thing as her fighting skills have peaked since before they started seeing each other, her other hand balled and ready to fight after she taunted him. "You do that, and I'll kill you," She hissed. "Just fucking leave. You won't change, but I will. I'm not putting myself through this shit." 

"Good luck finding someone better." 

"Fuck, I can go across the street and find someone better. Anyone is better than you. Threatening to kill a life possibly inside of me? That's not a man, you're just an overgrown teenager."

"Is that really what you think of me?" 

"Oh, no, what I think of you is way worse than what I've said, but I figured I'd refrain from hurting your ego." 

He scoffed, stepping closer to her, using his height in a pathetic attempt to intimidate her, "Try me." 

"Now that you mention it, I will gladly begin," She scoffed sarcastically. "First of all, you can't expect to not brush your teeth and your breath smell good. And no, cigarettes won't mask it. Two, you can't say you give good head when, in fact, you don't-"

"You weren't saying that weeks ago." 

"Just like I also didn't say I had to finish myself off because you didn't last long. Don't get too hurt yet, I'm not done," She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Three, you can't walk around like you're ten foot tall and bulletproof when you're just as tall as me."

"Yeah, you're just as tall as me and just as fat." He retorted, aiming to hurt her composure as he knew her weight was something that she always frowned upon. 

What he didn't expect, though, was an immediate ego check. 

"Yeah? Well let me tell you something. I can control my weight. Until you can control your receding hairline, height, and dick size, then you can have a say in how you think I'm supposed to look. Considering you can't change those things about yourself, I suggest you shut the fuck up."

His anger peaked, pursing his lips and attempting to grab her throat only to find her shin pinning against his groin in a swift kick, making him drop to his knees to clutch himself. He didn't know much, nor care, about Kiera's career, unaware that she was elite in hand-to -hand combat and having fought off several men on her last deployment. 

She swore to keep her "military mode" on base, but in her situation, she couldn't help herself not to. He winced, hearing her scoff, "Didn't figure I'd get a reaction out of you with that little tic-tac between your legs," She began to interrogate. "When you can make yourself get up, I suggest that you quickly leave my house before I make you." 

"Yeah? You couldn't even lift me-"

"There's more than one way to skin a cat, Joe. I'll either make you leave, or call someone to come and get you." She warned. He nodded, catching his breath before using the counter to help him stand to his feet and pull his keys out of his pocket. "I suggest you don't come back. This is over." 

"Saved me from saying it. I pity the man who thinks he wants you." 

"I do, too, but I know the red flags to look out for, so I doubt it'll ever happen again." 

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Kiera recalled the event like it was yesterday, immediately frowning as the altercation was emotionally tragic, especially gnawing at her with every positive thought Simon would put into her head, her trauma telling her that it wasn't true. She felt his love he effortlessly gave her, but she also wondered when he'd get bored... just like every other guy I've dated. They get bored when the spark is out, she thought, frowning as her fingers fumbled with the hem of her blouse. He'll get bored when I don't have the body I used to have when we met - when I'm stretched and scarred with saggy tits and more cellulite. He'll find someone better. 

Her raging hormones weren't helping her negative thoughts, either. Unaware that she found herself crying - sobbing - uncontrollably in public with Laswell staring at her in shock, never seeing Kiera cry before. "Kiera? What's wrong?" Laswell asked frantically, moving to sit across the table to sit next to her, Kiera's elbows resting on the table as she hid her face in her hands. "Are you afraid he's going to leave?" 

She sobbed, nodding. 

"I doubt he will, honey. That man is head over heels for you." 

"Yeah, for now. He won't see me the same after I have this baby. He'll get bored of my body and want to see someone else who doesn't have stretch marks, saggy boobs and cellulite. What if I don't have a boy? He'll probably leave after that, too - finding someone else who either already has a boy or to get another girl pregnant because I'm all used up." 

"Listen to yourself, Kiera. You're talking nonsense. I know your hormones are going crazy right now, but you can't let what happened with Joe talk you out of a healthy relationship." 

"You even said yourself that all men are shit." Kiera scoffed. 

"Yeah, but I'm also married to a woman," Laswell giggled, easing the tension and patting Kiera's shoulder. "I haven't known Simon for long, but I do know that he's very loyal and honest. He's been one of the most loyal soldiers I've ever seen. It's funny because when I see him with you or hear him talk about you, it's like I can't imagine him in that mask he wore on tasks. It's like two different people." 

"I didn't expect it either, so it's fine." Kiera huffed, wiping her tears from her cheeks. 

Aside from her own mother, Laswell was like a second - more stern - mother to Kiera - knowing her as well as a mother should. Knowing when she was upset, angry, heartbroken, and most of all - relentless. Laswell always compared Kiera to a force of nature when she was on the field, executing her authority on many levels, giving Laswell the confidence to send Kiera anywhere on the planet, knowing she'd get the job done and leave no trace. 

"I know it's easier said than done, but don't let your assumptions break your heart. Simon hasn't given you a reason to want to leave, has he?" 

"No, but he's still in the I think I'm in love stage," She doubted herself again, letting her traumatic experiences speak for her. "He treats me better than I deserve and I feel like I can't return the favor." 

"I know he's in love, Kiera."

"For now-"

"Stop it. Right now," Laswell scolded her, the woman's motherly instincts kicking in. "That man loves you, Kiera. When you were in the hospital after what happened in Chicago, he stayed in that waiting room for hours just waiting to get to see you. He didn't eat until I had to bring him something the next morning. When he did, he hardly ever left your bedside unless it was to give room to the nurses or to shower. Believe me, I walked in to check on you every chance I could along with Price. He didn't leave unless you did. When those doctors were dressing your wounds and changing your bandages, he wanted to learn too so that he could do it himself when you got back home. There was no way in hell me or Price could've talked him out of it and you know how devoted he is to his country," She continued, raising her brows as she spoke sense into her. "I bet you could call him right now and say you were hurting and he'd be heading this way. I wish you'd let yourself just give in and be happy. You deserve it, but you're making it seem like you're expecting the worst when you really have the best thing every woman wants." 

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"What about this one?" Simon asked Eva, pointing down at a gorgeous diamond ring that was being shown in the case. 

"What do you think, dear? They're all beautiful, but do you think it suits her?" 

He thought hard on it, trying to picture it on her finger before he shook his head, "She'll probably think it's too big," He chuckled. "She's always been a simple person." 

"That she is," Eva giggled at the thought, separating from him a few steps before looking down at another ring that spoke volumes to Kiera's taste. It wasn't bulky nor too slender. A silver diamond ring with a princess cut and decorative diamonds along the silver band. "Look at this one, Simon." 

"That's gorgeous," He huffed, perfectly imagining how it would complement that pretty finger of hers. "I'll probably come back to that one, but I'm going to look around some more before I decide." 

He completely ignored the price tag... Eva thought as she watched him continue to look through the gallery, taking time in each ring he thought would be a good fit. "You look like you're pondering on asking the big question." An employee smiled at him from the other side of the case. 

"Oh, I'm done pondering - I've already decided. Now I'm just doing the hard part on finding the perfect one." 

"I'll be glad to help you with that if you'd like?" The woman asked, visibly too cheerful to assist him. Are all women like this? He thought to himself, wondering if he was really that attractive or if she was just browsing herself for a man. Seeing that she had no ring on her finger, Simon assumed that was why she was so adamant. Or she's just doing her job. 

"You know more about it than I do," He chuckled anxiously, hating having to ask someone for assistance. "There's a few in here that I like, but I keep being drawn back to one and I don't know if she'd like it or not. I want it to be special for her." 

The employee smiled, adjusting her weight on her heels before splaying her hands on the case, a pathetic attempt at showing Simon that she wasn't taken if he wanted to keep shopping. "I'll be glad to help. What's her name?" 

"Kiera." 

"Beautiful name," She smiled. "Do you have a photo of her by chance? Don't worry, I do this with every expecting fiancé so I can help with rings that complement their lifestyle." 

Sure you do, Simon scoffed to himself. Prying isn't going to open up a door for you, lass.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and set it on the case, tapping on the screen once for his favorite wallpaper to appear in front of the woman's eyes - the photo he took of her recently when they went on a date by the river. 

Oh, I know her...

He watched how the woman made a furrowed expression, "I love the dress." She forced the compliment.

"I do, too." He said sternly. 

"I can see that," She nodded, glancing at Kiera's mother as she approached Simon's side.

"I have a few that are in the size you're probably wanting. What's your budget?" 

"I'm not worried about that."

"Oh, okay," She nearly gasped, never truly hearing that before. "You mentioned you had a ring in mind already? Which one were you looking at?" 

"It was style 68843," Eva answered, knowing Simon didn't look at the number nor the price tag. With a giggle, she watched Simon nod at the employee before she waltzed off to find the style number, taking a few moments before she returned to her new customer with the ring between her thumb and index finger, easily setting it in Simon's hand as he looked at it closer. 

"Bloody perfect, yeah?" He asked Eva, letting her take a closer look herself as she nodded in approval. 

"She'll love it, dear. It definitely looks like something she'd wear." 

"I think so, too. What size is this one?" 

"Um..." The employee hummed before reaching for the tag, the tip of her acrylic nail scraping his thumb subtly as she turned the tag to look. "This one is a six." 

"That's just her size, Simon." 

"She must have some tiny fingers," The clerk giggled. "Don't have many women come in with that size." 

"Her hands are very small," Simon agreed, chuckling at the thought of how small they were in his hands. "I didn't realize how small she was because I'm twice her size," He continued, looking at the diameter of the band and comparing it mentally to the size of his fingers, concluding that if he were to truly compare, his pinky finger would probably be the closest to her ring finger size. "Tiny feet, tiny ears, tiny nose..." And a tiny baby in that perfect belly, he thought, thankful that he didn't mention it in front of her mother...again. 

You wouldn't be wanting to marry her if you would've seen how big she was in high school, the clerk thought negatively. Being one of Kiera's former bullies in school, she would never admit that she was jealous. Especially seeing the man before her that was wanting to ask the big question. God, you're so tall...

"Well, I think this one would be perfect with the picture you showed me. It looks like it would suit her well."

Simon took notice of the clerk's jealousy, taking the perfect opportunity to continue talking about Kiera to piss her off, pleased at how he could shut the door of any hope the woman had towards him by making it clear that he wasn't interested. "I think it would, too. She deserves the world." 

"I think we've found the perfect one?" Eva suggested, taking another look to satisfy her curiosity. 

"I think so," Simon nodded. "I want this one." 

"Okay," She smiled, forcing her jealousy from her mind by keeping her gaze towards the floor to keep from looking at him. "If you'll just follow me over here, I'll get your paperwork started." 

"Didn't think it was so complicated." 

The clerk giggled, "This must be your first time." 

"And my last." 

"Well, this is Tiffany & Co. We're proud of our products," She smiled, motioning for both Simon and Eva to follow her to the office, grasping a mint-colored felt box to hold the ring as well as a decorative and rather lavish bag to put it in after she entered the style number into her computer. "Alright, I'll need a valid I.D. and current address." 

Simon huffed as he removed his wallet from his back pocket, setting his I.D. on the desk, watching how her eyes widened after she had realized he wasn't from the States. And he's British? How'd she get so lucky but yet I'm here trying to steal fiancés? She scoffed to herself. "Is this still your current address?" 

"It won't be, but for now, yes." 

"I'm sorry," She chuckled embarrassingly. "I can't read it. It looks scratched out. What's the street address?" 

"60 Oxford Street, Manchester M1 5EE, United Kingdom." He answered. 

"Apartment number?" 

"262." 

"Thank you. Phone number?" 

"(307) 555-9624." 

"Payment method?" 

"Whatever is easiest." He sighed. 

"I always advise a check for an amount such as this." 

Eva expected Simon's brows to raise in nervousness, but he was dead serious, intentionally not caring how much he was about to spend. She's worth it. 

"Then a check it is." 

He nodded, removing one of many blank checks he tucked away in his wallet. Only ever having to use a check once, he had hoped it would be accepted considering his main branch of bank was based in the United Kingdom. However, he had already gone through the grueling headache of transferring nearly 50% of his funds into American dollars to be able to spend without fail. 

He glanced over at Eva as the clerk continued typing into her computer, reaching over to remove a print-out of the sales invoice as well as the acceptance of the terms and conditions of the transaction. Simon Riley, the clerk sighed. Such a strong name for a strong man. He signed the dotted line before writing the amount of the ring on his check, finding no issue in dropping the grand total of $14,163.12 for the diamond ring. "That's like you're buying a small car." Eva giggled. 

"Cars are that cheap?" He chuckled, leaning back in his chair after sliding the check over the desk. 

"Used ones." The clerk added. I didn't fucking ask for your input, lass.

"I'll let her pick out the wedding ring." He said to Eva. 

"Oh, I think she'll like this one so much she wouldn't want to take it off." 

"She'll still need a band, yeah?" 

Eva nodded, presenting her wedding ring set on her left finger, letting him look at it. Her finger complimented the gold band and gold diamond ring on her finger. Lavish, he thought as he looked at it. "We got this band last year when we renewed our vows." 

"It's lovely. Her father has classy taste." 

"I was surprised," Eva teased, nudging his elbow playfully - just like how Kiera would. It made him smirk, coming to enjoy spending time with her mother. "Bud can have a heart when he wants to." 

"Alright, you're all set! It might take a couple of days for it to show up in your account, but it cleared on my end." The clerk said, taking the tag off of the ring and putting the ring in the iconic "Tiffany Blue" felt box and putting it in the bag as well as a care guide. "This ring does come with a lifetime service. So if she needs it to be resized, cleaned, or tightened, just bring it here and it's complimentary." 

"I'd sure hope so if it was that much." 

The clerk huffed, "Yeah, which I'm sure she'll have to bring it by to have it cleaned if she wears it every day or does strenuous work. She won't have to pay anything upfront." Or if she gains weight, her 'little fingers' will get fat again.

He reached for the bag on the table after he stood to his feet, nodding at her as he offered his hand to Eva, helping the older woman stand to her aching feet as he escorted her out of the office and towards the entrance of the store. "That woman had her eyes on you." Eva giggled. 

"I noticed," Simon scoffed. "The feeling wasn't mutual." 

"I noticed that. Don't bring Kiera in here, she won't be happy." 

"I just might so I can watch her scold that woman." 

Eva laughed, "Would it be shameful if I thought about that too? As much as I hate seeing how mean my daughter can get, she has a mean streak as wide as the valley." 

"That much is true," Simon nodded, chuckling. "But she's calmed down a lot since we got back." 

"I'm glad she has. I don't like seeing her angry. Although I hate the circumstances involved." She frowned, remembering the pain she had to see her daughter in after the Chicago explosion. 

"You won't have to worry about that anymore," Simon assured her, opening the door for her once they reached her SUV, finding himself being just as protective over her mother just as much as he was Kiera. She's just too precious for this world, he thought, recalling the same thoughts he had towards his mother. 

He sat in the passenger seat of the SUV, putting the bag containing the ring between his knees before Eva put the car in gear. "You hungry?" 

"I can wait until I'm home." 

"That's not what I asked, honey." Eva giggled. 

"If that's the case, I can eat if food was offered." 

"That's better. I'll buy your lunch since you blew so much money on my daughter." She teased. 

"Madame, when it comes to your daughter, no amount of money phases me." He chuckled. 

Eva didn't know what to say. Instead, she blushed and giggled, immensely happy for her daughter to have found such a good man. She deserves it so much. I don't think I could get much happier for her. My heart is so full. 

"So, what're you hungry for? Drive-thru or sit-down restaurant?" 

"I'm not opposed to either." Simon shrugged. 

"Well, if I had to choose, I don't like to eat from a drive-thru." 

"So a sit-down restaurant it is."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not cutting contact with someone my partner doesn't like??

i don't want to state ages or genders, but i'm polyamorous and dating several people. all of my partners are aware of this and perfectly okay with it. i often talk about crushes i have on other people or flirt casually with friends of mine, and my partners are aware of this as well, and have no problems with it.

well, i started talking once in a discord server for my close friends about how i'm crushing on this girl, but she's a little odd and i'm not sure how to feel about her. she's very nice, shares alot of my interests, talks to me regularly and seems to care about me quite a bit, but she's said a few mildly strange things here and there that threw me off a bit is all. one of my partners immediately stated i should probably distance myself from her, and then asked who it was. i gave away her name; she's someone whom this partner barely knows at all, besides them being in a mutual server together a while back, which the girl i'm crushing on then left later. after i said who it was, this partner once again tried to tell me to leave and distance her, and was acting kind of snappy and angry with me. they tried arguing that she's a bad person and an islamophobe. the islamophobia claim comes from an event that happened in their old mutual server, where girl im crushing on was acting rather ignorant and asked a muslim in the server if muslims are all homophobic. this caused a big ruckus in that server, and i agree that it was a really weird and offensive thing for her to say, and i even told her off in dms over it. she ended up apologizing alot, and said she never meant it that way, and was just misinformed. i saw this as a genuine apology, and don't see her as islamophobic.

i told my partner firmly but calmly that i'm going to remain friends with her, and nothing they say will change that, but that i definitely won't be dating her any time soon despite my small crush on her. my partner stopped responding after that, and now i feel a little bad. was i being too harsh?? i felt like they were pressuring me and overstepping my boundaries, but maybe i just misinterpreted what they said. nonetheless, i feel like they shouldn't be so insistant on forcing me to cut off someone they barely know themselves over one small slip up that happened months ago.

AITA?? should i apologize to my partner and cut her off anyway???

What are these acronyms?

[bread-elf]

This is a post that's primarily directed at people who have known my character Jiroki for a long time and know of her family.

Recently I've been undergoing through some negative life events (I won't talk about it here but my dms are open if anyone would like to know, but ultimately I am ok), and it's made me heavily reconsider my priorities in life. I still intend on rping on my free time as a hobby, but I am undergoing some changes with my character for the sake of my mental well being.

So for those that would like to know what changes, details are below.

First and foremost, my character is no later mated, and she is no longer engaged either or in any relationship. I am having her previous mate dead, he doesn't rp on my server nor am I rping on his anymore, and it's better this way. Her mate, who is a demon hunter named Aztook, is going to be considered dead. The player has not been active since bfa, and their separation will leave an opening for the chance to him to possibly be alive if he were to return, but as it stands that is unlikely.

Jiroki was engaged to Jason Helsong, but because of what I'm going through irl that is not something I can go through with. The player is incredibly supportive and one of the most amazing person's I know, and he is understanding.

We agreed for them to go back to casually dating and we may revisit their romantic story in the future, but at this time I don't want Jiroki to be in any form of relationship. The occasional fling may be fine as a change of pace for me, but my game time has already been reduced drastically since I been focusing on my life, and I'd rather not hold anyone back from rping freely.

Jiroki has four children that she's given birth to, and quite honestly I had considered retconning them entirely, but I don't think I can do it. So I've decided to make them older older they are (as of right now in Dragonflight the oldest who are twins would be 9), and they'll all be sent off for apprenticeships. The Kirin Tor, the druids in Val'sharah, the Tian Monestary, the Explorer's League, etc. Perhaps in the future I may rp them as adults, but at this time it has become more burdensome then it's worth to keep them involved in the story.

Jiroki may even move from her home in Pandaria to elsewhere. I haven't decided where yet, she does own a cabin in Grizzly Hills, so that may be what happens.

I had considered writing short stories for all these changes, but frankly I just couldn't make the energy for it. A lot is going on for me and there's too many memories as is associated with Jiroki and the events I'm going through, so I may even dabble in new character concepts or just focus on other games.

But I'll still be around and doing rp events that I'm already involved in, and still plan on sparkling with all the lovely Tarts. If you took the time to read all this I am genuinely happy at your investment, and will reassure once again that I am safe and ok. Maybe not mentally, but physically yes. Thank you for your time.

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

I just reread n00b. Can I just say how great it is!? I love your writing in it!

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Wizarding World Wars Homepage

HOGWARTS SECRETS SCAVENGER HUNT EVENT

24 HOUR CHALLENGE

Successfully complete 5 Hogwarts Scavenger Hunt challenges and collect 5 silver Quaffles for one month of unlimited Floo travel

Time Remaining: 23 hrs 16 mins 31 secs

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Discord Server: WWW Marauders Alliance

Members: Ah-Idk, siriusblack, Bacon4Algernon, Wormtail, Josie

Channel: General Resumed: Monday 8th July 2019, 4:43 p.m.

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Wormtail: Guys guys guys!! Are you seeing this?!

Ah-Idk: Just saw it now. I'm free for a bit if everyone else is? No pressure on you @Josie if you're not available or only want to play on Wednesdays.

Josie: I've got a couple of hours to spare before I leave to meet my friend, so I can play for a bit.

siriusblack: Bacon get your arse home, I'm not passing up unlimited Floo

Bacon4Algernon: bugger off i'm busy and only josie calls me bacon YOU can't call me bacon this is not becoming a thing

Wormtail: It's part of your username?

Josie: Yeah guys Did you hear that? Only I can call him Bacon Only I am special

Bacon4Algernon: that is NOT i repeat NOT what i meant AT ALL you are DELIBERATELY misconstruing my words for your own illicit purposes

Josie: Do you ever ramp the energy down to anything resembling normal dialogue, or are you basically always Javert before he leaps off the bridge?

Bacon4Algernon: undermining me in front of the group pretending to have a friend that you "meet up with" as if you aren't a horned brute who festers like a wound beneath the earth's crust, both continental and oceanic time and time again, you tell these LIES

Josie: Call me Jean Valjean, I guess

Wormtail: Lol

Bacon4Algernon: i must insist that you do not reference french fiction at me at this time i am TRYING to set a romantic mood with someone here and it is extremely counterproductive to my efforts

Josie: Awwwwww, Bacon I knew you felt as I did <3

Bacon4Algernon: NOT WITH YOU

Josie: My sweet reine du drame

Ah-Idk: Because whoever heard of the words "French" and "romantic" being used in conjunction with one another?

siriusblack: For fuck's sake, your girlfriend can live without you for one fucking day 24 hour challenges won't wait, Prongs Shelve your frigidly polite over-the-clothes fondling and Uber back to the house I'll even pay for it, you left your debit card on your bed

Bacon4Algernon: so now having MANNERS is an issue?

Josie: Jesus

Bacon4Algernon: you know i'd actually BE at home right now if she didn't feel so uncomfortable around you that she doesn't want to come over, yeah??!

siriusblack: Tell her to change her entire personality

Bacon4Algernon: SIRIUS

siriusblack: Then she can come over whenever she wants

Josie: Oh my GOD Stop it BOTH OF YOU THIS IS LUDICROUS

Ah-Idk: Agreed.

Wormtail: ^

Ah-Idk: I'm getting really sick of this.

Josie: Nobody else in this Discord, and I mean NOBODY, Bacon, since all-caps theatrics seems to be the only language you understand, is interested in dealing with this Cheryl Blossom bullshit

Bacon4Algernon: ??R??GF

Josie: We're here to play a game. A GAME. You're neglecting your brother and he's jealous so he's taking it out on your girlfriend, WE GET IT, people with bigger relationship issues than this one have sorted them out faster than you two just have a conversation and let us live

Bacon4Algernon: firstly, you don't own this server so stop throwing your weight around and setting rules like you're my mother or something

Josie: Your mother owns this server?

Bacon4Algernon: sdhgiksfhd NO AND SECONDLY my biggest problem with sirius is actually that he let YOU into this discord, mephistopheles so stick THAT where your peg's supposed to go

Josie: I'll keep your thesaurus-assisted admonishments out of your arsehole, thanks.

Wormtail: Lmfaooooooooooooooooooooo

Josie: And if your biggest problem with Sirius is that he brought me into the Discord, and not that he's treating your girlfriend like a fucking dishrag, then you're not a very good boyfriend and she should dump you like toxic waste.

Bacon4Algernon: EXCUSE ME??!

Wormtail: DAMN

Bacon4Algernon: what kind of UNFOUNDED ACCUSATION????YOU ARE LUCKY THAT SHE DIDN'T READ THAT

Josie: Then put your phone down and pay her some attention? Anyway, about this challenge

siriusblack: YES, the challenge

Bacon4Algernon: @siriusblack she just insulted you too and what, you don't care?

siriusblack: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Josie: I've already found one Quaffle in Filch's office. So we only need four more to get the Floo.

Bacon4Algernon: WHAT? HOW? THE CHALLENGE STARTED TWENTY MINUTES AGO I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS

Josie: I know it did, it only took me ten minutes. I've had a look at the noticeboard in the common room and one of the clues is definitely pointing to the lake, and I think another's directing us to Myrtle's bathroom, but I'm cool with heading wherever if anything else jumps out at the rest of you.

Ah-Idk: Checking now.

Bacon4Algernon: WAIT WAIT WAIT DON'T DO THIS WITHOUT ME THAT'S NOT FAIR

siriusblack: Come the fuck home, then

Josie: Or maybe DON'T throw your girlfriend over for a game???

siriusblack: Anyone have gillyweed?

Josie: Unless you genuinely never want to get pegged by anyone at all.

Bacon4Algernon: HAH I DO I DO

Josie: Want to get pegged?

Bacon4Algernon: I MEANT THE GILLYWEED HADES

siriusblack: I'll rephrase that Does anybody present and currently still loyal to the party have gillyweed?

Bacon4Algernon: SIRIUS

Wormtail: I've got some gillyweed.

Ah-Idk: I agree re: the lake, it seems obvious from the clues. Happy to head there if everyone else is.

Bacon4Algernon: STOP LEAVING ME OUT. I WANT TO PLAY it's not fair for you all to PERSECUTE me for being with the woman i like and could see myself loving in 8 to 10 months i'm trying to be an attentive boyfriend don't make this my sophie's choice

siriusblack: I just put food in my stomach, you prick

Wormtail: Weird way to say "ate" but ok

Ah-Idk: Sophie had to choose between her children, Prongs. Her literal children. The one she didn't choose died.

Josie: Oh for god's sake, we're not starting this again, I can't deal. What time are you due to get home?

Bacon4Algernon: who?

Josie: YOU, FLOOZY WHO ELSE?

Bacon4Algernon: idk satan she's got to go to a thing with her parents at 7 so after that

Josie: Fine. I'll be back from seeing my friend at 9ish, I can play then if everyone else is free.

Wormtail: I can play at 9.

siriusblack: @Josie You don't have to pander to Prongs, let's just take the lake mission now

Josie: Including every member of the party isn't pandering? It's being a decent fucking person.

Ah-Idk: Happy to play at 9, I've got chores to do this evening anyway and I can't face Prongs and Sirius arguing AND looming dirty dishes all at once.

Josie: Cool. So we're all sorted.

siriusblack: Sorted according to who, exactly?

Josie: According to me. Take issue with it, please, I beg you. Then maybe you and Bacon can bond over what a hellish, nasty bitch I am and be friends again, saving us all from further aggro.

siriusblack: Nice try, compadre But you know I can't stay mad at you for long

Josie: -_-

siriusblack: I wish I knew how to quit you

Josie: Thanks...Jake Gyllenhaal?

Bacon4Algernon: fine then i'll be back online at 9ish

Josie: Not going to thank me for anything, no?

Bacon4Algernon: thank you for what, keeping winged monkeys gainfully employed?

Josie: Thanks for that babe, love you too

[anonymous-dentist]

Egg 2.

(Egg 1, semi-required reading)

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It takes four months of the end of the world for the bunker to run out of food. With George asleep and Foolish trying to get the generator working in the other room, Karl finds himself sneaking out the door with a gas mask strapped to his face and a "borrowed" netherite sword strapped to his back.

Technically, he isn't supposed to leave the bunker by himself. Nobody is, and they all agreed that going out on your own in the apocalypse is a certified Bad Idea. But, well, maybe Karl is especially under house arrest. Something about the Egg hating him a bit more than the other two, Karl doesn't actually know. He thinks that maybe it has something more to do with the fact that he's the easiest to possess out of the three of them, which is ridiculous because he's just as divinely favored as George and Foolish are.

That is to say, not at all. Because God is dead, and the sun has been red with spores and blood for four months, and the planet sings.

-

Karl remembers the world ending. He doesn't remember much of what happened before that, but he remembers what happened after.

Sapnap is gone. Even without Karl's memory blanking out of him, it's hard to remember a Sapnap without the freaky-hot demon horns or the scary-hot demon fangs or the, uh, the tail. Those were new. So were the plain-old-terrifying glittering red eyes, because you may be brainwashed under the Egg's control, but you aren't a zombie. You're still a person, but you're the Egg's person.

Sapnap is gone, and so is just about everybody else. It's just Karl, George, and Foolish in the bunker. They're based out in the woods towards Snowchester, pretty far from the Egg's usual haunts. Sometimes they can talk to Niki over the comms, but she hasn't been answering lately. Karl doesn't like to think about what she'd say if she did answer. He doesn't think he would want to hear it.

When XD told Karl goodbye, it was the day of the end of the world. He hasn't been seen or heard from since. Karl never expected God to ghost him, especially considering how tight they were getting towards the end, but he especially didn't expect it when he checked his comms one Thursday afternoon and saw the message [DreamXD has suffocated in a wall] spammed seventy times over in the span of half a minute.

What a shitty way for a god to die. Foolish says that he never would've died that way, but he's also Foolish. Karl thinks he's gonna die in a way more embarrassing way, like drowning. Imagine drowning to death in the eggpocalypse. Crazy.

The server is more alive than Karl has ever seen it. He doesn't leave the bunker much, being under house arrest and all, but, when he does, it's vibrant. It's red, yeah, but the world is moving. It's kind of amazing? But, really, it's super bad, because Karl what happens to uncooperative people, the ones that won't breathe the spores in and who won't give in and have their wishes granted by the world's most fucked up vegan genie. Jack Manifold is freaking dead.

The world as Karl knew it is long dead. Just like Jack Manifold, it is rotting and bleeding into the earth itself. The Egg is at the world's core, and Karl and the other survivors are ants walking on the peel of an orange waiting to explode in the summer sun.

If Karl is going to die, he is not going to die hungry. He's capable, and he isn't completely useless. He can go on a grocery run and he can get back before the others notice he even left. He'll be a hero again, and then they might even start talking to him again.

So, with a sword and a mask and an otherwise-empty inventory, Karl goes to El Rapids.

-

El Rapids is rubble by now, covered in thick red vines that twitch when you look at them for too long. They breathe in the limited air left in the atmosphere, and they spit out spores that stick to your lungs and steal your thoughts until they're only halfway yours. It's fucked up photosynthesis, really, but, like, in reverse. Cellular respiration? Whatever. The air in El Rapids is thin enough to leave Karl heaving for breaths every few steps, and it leaves his head spinning and not in the usual way. By all means, this is a bad idea. It's a horrible place to get food, the ruined remains of a dead country destroyed by bombs and fire.

But the thing about El Rapids, the thing about El Rapids, is that the vibes there are so freaky that the Egg doesn't really do much of anything there. Karl and the others have a theory, see. The Egg wants bad vibes so it can trick you into joining it to make the vibes good, yeah? Well, if there are good vibes, then the Egg won't show up. Yeah, there will be vines and shit, but there won't be any people. Karl can handle some vines. Easy. He loves gardening.

Carefully, Karl picks his way through the charred streets of his old home, tiptoeing past spasming bulbs coughing spores into the air in streams thick enough to be observed by the naked eye. Karl's goggles tint the world purple; on top of the naturally-red sky and sun, the plants are all almost the color of eggplants and not, well, egg plants.

He scratches his cheek, eyes running over a broken-down billboard with his face covered over with red paint reading FUCK YOU.

El Rapids may have been destroyed out of spite, but it was a child, once. It was young, once. Karl died for it, he thinks. He can't remember much of that whole deal, but he does remember waking up happy every day that he lived there. Sapnap was on one side of the huge bed they all shared, with Karl in the middle, and... and Quackity was on the left. He liked to be by the window so he could wake up with the sun, Karl liked to be in the middle so he could be held by as many people as possible, and Sapnap liked to be on the outside so he could leap out of bed and stab intruders with ease.

There's enough love in this town to keep the Egg out of it for the most part, Karl thinks. He shimmies between two overturned wagons, lungs screaming as they claw at the air for what limited oxygen they can get. His vision is spotty, but at least he isn't in Kinoko. That place is fucked. (Turns out building a city in a forest makes it easily susceptible for invasive plant species. Go figure.)

He and George scavenge El Rapids all the time. Foolish sticks to the remains of Las Nevadas. Well. The "remains". Nevadas is still up and running. Cult members are gambling addicts, apparently, and the Egg itself seems to appreciate the fine dining culture of desert sunlight and human flesh that Las Nevadas prides itself on these days. Figures that Quackity would still be running his capitalist hellscape in the apocalypse. Even if he wasn't possessed, he'd probably still be operating business-as-usual for a buck or two. Pandering sack of shit.

Karl and George have already picked their ways through half the city. That leaves the half towards the L'Manberg Crater, where Karl and his fiances used to live. Their old houses are on his list today, actually. Karl can almost remember leaving a whole pantry full of canned food when he and Sapnap and George packed up and left. (Who needs canned beans when you can grow fresh ones in your own back yard?) He doesn't know if they're still good or if they were destroyed, but, well. It's worth a shot.

Wincing and coughing, Karl creeps up on the street his old house is on. There's a big ol' Egg flower poking out of the topmost window, which bodes well, thank you.

Karl looks up at it and debates maybe just going home. Maybe he should just go home. This was probably a bad idea.

The sun whispers, No, stay, you need the food. It'll be worth it.

Karl swallows the fear in his chest and nods. Right. Food. He loves gardening. The quicker he gets this done, the quicker he can go back down to the rest of the world, the quicker he can breathe again.

With a fuzzy brain and trembling hands, Karl quietly pries the front door off its hinges and places it on the sidewalk between two tendrils that tremble with anticipation, just waiting, just waiting for him to screw up. Yeah. Well. He isn't going to screw up. He's super capable.

Adjusting his bag where it hangs on one strap off of his shoulder, Karl steels himself with as deep a breath in as he can manage. And then he goes inside.

-

George and Foolish were immune to the Egg until XD's death. They were blessed. Karl was not. Karl was still basically human. He's always been human despite his best attempts to convince people otherwise. He's not like George the faerie or Sapnap the half-demon or Foolish the totem god or Quackity the avian. He's just a funny little man, and that's a fact.

Foolish threw Karl face-first into a soul campfire when they stumbled across each other right after the chaos started. Foolish was still immune at the time; Karl never was. The fire worked, thank god, and Karl knows that it worked because the thickness that he hadn't noticed in his brain and lungs had screamed itself into oblivion upon his body hitting the flames.

When Karl gets back to the bunker, he's gonna have to detox again. It hurts, but it's worth it. He doesn't wanna risk anything, not when it comes to his friends. If he gets infected, he hopes that he won't be able to even make it back home. He hopes that he'll have enough of himself left in his body to throw his body off the nearest cliff and destroy the spores before they can set hold properly.

That, at least, he hopes he can do.

-

Somehow, most of Karl's pantry managed to survive the destruction of El Rapids. The beans aren't even expired yet, hell yeah.

Avoiding the vines criss-crossing the floor, Karl swings the bag off of his shoulder and crouches on the floor in front of the pantry. He starts pulling cans out at random- beans, soup, corn, more beans. There are a few packs of ramen, heck yeah. Some instant mashed potatoes. Easy, quick meals for the time traveler on the go.

There's a crack from outside down the street, a crash like breaking glass, and then a scream almost simultaneously and a laugh.

Karl frankly, freaks. He freezes with his arm hovering in the air still holding a packet of mashed potatoes. His chest moves faintly with forcibly-silent breaths, eyes widening as he strains his ears to hear.

"What the fuck!" someone screeches, very offended, and Karl's heart stops. "Get off of me, asshole!"

"Mmmm, no, I'm good," the other person responds, very casual, and Karl's heart threatens to explode. Tears well up in his eyes; they sting.

Of course, a small part of Karl's brain says.

Of course, indeed, says the sun. It smiles, and Karl feels its brilliance burning into his brainstem.

"I hate you," Quackity says, because who else would be here? "Let go of me before I, uhhhh..."

"Yeah, no, go on," Sapnap teases, because who else would be with him?

"I'll... never forgive you. I'll divorce you."

"We aren't married, idiot."

Karl's chest hurts, and not from the lack of oxygen.

What a shame, the sun says, and Karl can't help but agree.

There's a palpable pause as Sapnap takes Quackity's words in, and then a quiet, "Please don't say that again."

"Say what, that we aren't married? We aren't."

"Just don't say that."

Karl's arm is starting to shake with the strain of being held up for so long. Slowly, so slowly, he starts to lower it. He runs over escape routes in his head, and he quickly realizes that there's two ways out. One is the front door, where Quackity and Sapnap are. The other is the back door, which Karl knows from an earlier inspection is filled with rocks and vines. It's almost like it's been bricked up on purpose, a real Cask of Amontillado situation here, and Karl is starting to think that maybe he shouldn't have come out alone. He's starting to think that.

Quackity sighs, "Whatever."

"Don't 'whatever' me," Sapnap huffs. Karl hears a quiet squeal as, he assumes, Quackity gets scooped up into the killer-tight embrace that Karl himself had felt when the end of the world began. "Wow, you're light."

"Put me down, I swear to the Egg-"

"You're cute when you're threatening me."

"Fuck you, I'm always cute. Fuck you."

They start bickering, slowly making their ways down the street. They're a couple of houses away from Karl, okay, that's enough time for him to try and get out the back. He can even break a window if he has to. He can grab a bucket and clutch if he has to jump. Easy. He's got this.

Using his thumb to try and muffle the sound of his bag's zipper, Karl shuts his bag and slings it onto his back, using both straps this time so he doesn't lose anything.

Good idea, says the sun.

"Thank you," Karl replies, voice barely above a whisper. It hurts to talk, and it leaves his head full of cotton. He has to steady himself against a vineless patch of wall to keep himself from toppling over. Okaaaay, no more talking, okay.

Good idea, the sun repeats. How kind of it.

The air is sour as Karl picks his way across his old house and to the back door. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, a grimace firmly set upon his face. Ugh, tastes bad. Ew. Ew. The bunker air might be stale, but at least it isn't gross. God, he misses Kinoko. The air there was crisp and clear like a snowdrop, not anything even remotely like this. Stupid plants.

Karl trips over a chair leg and almost faceplants right into an Egg bulb. He stares at it, unbreathing. Stupid plants.

Quackity and Sapnap knock against something outside and both simultaneously burst into giggles. Karl burns. Under any other circumstances, he could run out and join them. He could pretend it's just like how it used to be years ago when they all still liked each other. Like they hadn't been torn apart, like Karl wasn't broken by XD, like Sapnap wasn't broken by the world, like Quackity wasn't broken by himself. Like the world wasn't ending. Like the world hadn't already ended.

But Karl can't do that. Before the outbreak, he and Sapnap hadn't talked to each other for months. He and Quackity hadn't spoken to each other in years. Only recently after the end living with George has Karl started remembering that he and Quackity were even engaged to begin with, only after XD's death.

Asshole, Karl thinks, and he can't tell who he's thinking about.

He pushes himself back to his feet and stumbles to the back door's vine-filled entrance. It's horrible. Terrible. Impossible to break through. He'd need a pick to get through the rocks normally, but maybe, he thinks. Maybe if he gets rid of the vines, then the rocks will all come tumbling down. They might be holding the rocks up like a net.

Karl glances over his shoulder. No fiances. Okay. He can do this.

He turns back to the doorway, and he pulls the sword off of his back. Its enchantments glow dully in the dim red light.

Holding the hilt with both hands, Karl looks the vines up and down looking for a weak point. He raises his arms, and-

"Oh my- Karl?"

-

Technically speaking, Kinoko Kingdom is the last stand against the Egg's powers. The Syndicate all cut ties with the server and left, from what Karl can tell. There's been no sign of Philza or Technoblade, or Ranboo (RIP). He hopes that's where Niki went, too.

Kinoko Kingdom is all that's left. Just Karl and George and Foolish. That's it.

The former OG Eggpire was the first group, as would be expected. From there, Sapnap was infected because he was with Bad, and then he turned Tina, who he had run into in the Nether. Sapnap is a terror to deal with when he doesn't have a purpose in his life; give him one, and he's a nightmare. Karl had barely gotten away intact the first time. He doesn't think he'll be half as lucky the next.

The rest of the SMP went down pretty quickly. They all either converted or died. Karl and Foolish were trying to get to the Snowchester Nether portal when Jack died. So now the Egg has nukes, which is great.

Las Nevadas was last. Karl couldn't save Quackity this time. At least he went willingly, from what Foolish said. He asked for it.

Sapnap did it. Karl doesn't know if he would want that or not. At least it would be a pleasant death.

-

Karl spins around wide-eyed and panicked. He points the sword right at Sapnap and Quackity, arms and legs shaking. Oh, George and Foolish are gonna kill him.

Sapnap and Quackity are next to each other in the kitchen just a few feet away. Sapnap has his arm out to the side as if he's protecting Quackity, and Quackity has both of his hands balled into fists by his side as he takes Karl in, and they both look shocked as Karl swallows a scream and backs up as much as he can without bumping into a vine.

"Don't come near me," Karl rasps, wincing as his throat tears. Ow, fuck.

Sapnap looks the same as he did when Karl saw him last. Cute little horns curling out of his head like miniature versions of his father's, tail twitching excitedly behind him; it reaches out and curls around one of Quackity's wrists, sickeningly sweet.

As a smile slowly crosses Sapnap's face, Karl can see the fangs. They're terrifying. Hot.

"It's really you," Sapnap says, voice tight with emotion. Despite his smile, his eyes are welling with tears; Karl has to fight the urge to run up and wipe them away. "Karl, you're here! You're really here!"

His body twitches like he's forcing himself to stay still and not run across the room and pull Karl into a hug that Karl knows he would never wake up from. Thank god for it. Karl doesn't want to die today.

Sapnap looks over at Quackity, eyes glittering. "I told you he'd be here, I told you!"

Quackity looks unimpressed. The billboards all show him smiling with sharp golden teeth, but, in the flesh, he looks almost bored.

Dressed in formal reds and blacks with a cigarette still sticking out of his lips, he looks like he just left his casino. Just now.

He did, the sun says. Just a few minutes ago.

Karl looks up at the ceiling, eyebrows furrowing. How does it know that?

"Yeah," Quackity eventually says, "he is. You were right."

"I'm always right. You just need to trust me more."

"I always trust you," Quackity responds, and Karl knows he means it. It's in the way his eyes soften as he looks at Sapnap, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he wants to smile but can't bring himself to. "Sometimes I don't believe you, that's all."

Karl's comm buzzes. It's George, he knows it's George, he's woken up, and he wants to know where Karl is. Karl has been gone for too long. The sun is setting- when did it get this late? The light coming in through the vine-crowded kitchen window is redder than it was before, the shadows on the floor just slightly longer.

"Go away," Karl demands. His voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper, and the act of talking is hard enough that his knees buckle beneath him. He staggers forward, barely catching himself before he falls.

At Sapnap's attempted concerned rush forward, Karl snarls and brings the sword back up between him. Sapnap backs up with both hands raised, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Sapnap asks.

Quackity rolls his eyes. At least he knows how stupid of a question that is.

For his part, Karl looks down at Sapnap like he's stupid. He isn't stupid, is the thing, he's just... wrong. He's confused.

You're confused, the sun comments.

"You can say that again," Karl agrees.

Sapnap blinks. Then, he says, not unamusedly, "What's wrong?"

Quackity sighs and pulls the cigarette from his lips, blows out a bright pink smoke cloud in the shape of a ring.

"Dude, come on, he's obviously freaked out. We're with the Egg, remember? He isn't."

Karl nods. "Yeah. You're..."

He flounders for words before coming up with, "...weird."

Sapnap shrugs, unconcerned. He drops his hands, slipping them into his pockets. "You're weird."

"I'm not."

"No, you are. Like- he's weird, right, Q?"

Sapnap looks to Quackity, who nods sagely.

"Super weird," Quackity says, slipping the cigarette back into his mouth. "You know, you and the other two are the last ones left. Kinda shitty of you to do that, you know."

Karl blinks. His head is starting to hurt. "What do you mean, it's shitty of me? I'm not the one brainwashing and killing people."

"No," Quackity agrees, "but you are the ones sneaking around like rats pretending you're special. You aren't special, you know."

Sapnap nods in agreement. "Yeah. You're just weird."

Super weird, the sun agrees.

Karl looks at the sun and sticks his tongue out at it. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Sapnap and Quackity exchange a look that he can't quite decipher.

"I'm not weird," Karl argues, "You're weird. Get out of my head, weirdo."

"What, is the sun talking to you now?" Sapnap taunts. His tail flicks behind him. "That's pretty weird, not gonna lie..."

"It's not-"

"Ew, imagine the sun talking to you," Quackity teases. "Couldn't be me. At least the thing in my head is cool."

"It isn't cool!" Karl snaps. "It's evil!"

Quackity shrugs. "And? It's also the best relationship counselor I've ever had."

...what?

Sapnap beams, reaching over to take Quackity's hand in his. He holds it up proudly. Right there, right on his finger, engagement rings, shinier than the day he made them. Quackity's match exactly.

Karl's do not.

"Yeah!" Sapnap cheerfully says. "We're getting married tomorrow. Isn't that fun?"

He wiggles his eyebrows at Karl, who flounders to come up with a response. They're what?

They're getting married, says the sun. Tomorrow. Las Nevadas wedding chapel.

"I can't believe you didn't know," Sapnap sniffs, fake, exaggerated tears. "What kind of fiance are you?"

"I mean. I-" Karl stammers. "I'm not getting married tomorrow. I don't talk to you guys. How was I supposed to know?"

"I mean... you could," Quackity says. He takes his cigarette out with his free hand and, with that same hand, he taps his chin as if in thought. "We wouldn't have to change too much..."

Karl can imagine it now, walking down the aisle with both Sapnap and Quackity waiting for him at the altar. Bad is officiating, as is one of his duties as the Egg's favorite disciple. Karl is wearing a suit that matches both Sapnap's and Quackity's, purple to their red and blue. The rings on his finger match theirs, and so does his smile when he reaches them and they take one of his hands each to hold.

"Is that what you want?" Quackity asks, tearing Karl from his thoughts. "I can make that happen."

"Is what what I want?" Karl asks. He shakes his head as Quackity makes to answer, backing up even further. His back presses against a vine, and it squishes into his hoodie unpleasantly. Damp. "No, I don't want that. I want to- I want to go. Let me go."

Sapnap snorts. "Uh, no? We just got you, dude. You can't leave us like this."

Karl's heart stops. Or, rather, he feels it start again, having already been stopped for as long as he can remember.

"We literally just got you back," Quackity says. His eyes aren't as red as Sapnap's are, but his teeth are, in fact, gold when he smiles. Karl wants to taste them. "Besides, I don't think your friends will want you back after this. I mean... y'know..."

His free hand mimes a gas mask across the face.

Shakily, Karl raises a hand to his own mouth and presses his fingers against his lips with no barrier to stop him. When did he take it off?

There are those memory problems again, the Egg says. I can fix that for you, easy.

Karl shakes his head, looking from Sapnap to Quackity to the window in the kitchen.

The sun isn't setting, he realizes. He looks at his comm. One in the afternoon. He's only been gone an hour.

He catches his reflection in a broken glass cabinet door.

Karl drops his sword, and his legs give out beneath him as he takes in his last breath.

Sapnap swoops in to catch him before he hits the floor, pulling him against his chest and smiling a kiss into the crown of his head. Karl can feel Quackity sidle up behind him, arms loosely slinging over his shoulders.

"Oh," Karl lightly comments. "Okay. I get it now."

"Took you long enough," Sapnap laughs. "Even I caught on quicker than that."

Karl laughs, slight and scared, though he's starting to wonder why he should be.

It's not like he needs to breathe, anyway.

[lookismaddict]

this is a workers job interview. which affiliate do you think you’re most suited to and what are your long-term goals? who are we stealing money from?

Before you guys question, calm down. This is just a fake scenario ‼️ I would NEVER do the things that I've mentioned in this response. (Also, I MIGHT be in my Villain Arc, so bear with me. 🤭)

Hello, good morning/afternoon/evening. I’m guessing Eugene sent you because he’s busy, so let’s get straight to the point. To be frank, I’d like to concur that the 3rd Affiliate would be the most suitable branch for me to work in. Let me lay down the reasons and details:

3rd Affiliate:

The reason why the 3rd Affiliate was a bust was because of how Vivi ran her previous establishment. It was very unprofessional of her to be slacking off on the job, when she’s under the influence of drugs and whatnot.

 

However, the problem that she had was that she didn’t hide her tracks well. I heard that she sold drugs to the previous cult, Pungsan before, and she should’ve properly cut all ties and information that could possibly lead them to her. Her animosity between her customers were flawed, and their transactions were sloppy. So, I have a better method of solving these issues. My main strength is my knowledge on programming, how anonymous servers work, how to utilize VPN through cybersecurity, and by offensive attack through hacking, so this will be a cinch. Additionally, I have experience in dealing with similar business matters before, so that is another strong skill that I possess. I have formed a plan and strategized a much newer and fitting operation that Euegene may be interested in, so I hope you’ll be able to follow and note the basis of it.

If we were to stick to selling the “goods”, then I suggest we utilize the Dark Web as much as possible. I’m sure, Eugene has heard of it. And if you’ve heard of the online black market business called, “Silk Road” on the Dark Web, then I don’t have to explain any further. We’ll sell the goods through their method, but we’ll do it even better. We’ll make our system much more tighter, secured, and reserved to only a select amount of customers at a time. Make the site accessible only at certain time slots on the darknet, Tor, to limit the number of accesses in it and for operations to be untraceably harder for outside sources to track our whereabouts. Also, if there are any instances of cyberthreats to the site, such as DDoS, then I propose that we hit these attackers even HARDER than what they have done to the 3rd Affiliate and make them regret it. Won't that be fun and rewarding? If they find solace, in a sense of security behind their arrogantly annoying hacking and computer screens, wouldn't it be effective if we were to invade their reality by making them disappear as if they don't exist? People go missing all the time. Eugene must agree. If these attackers are familiar with the Dark Web, then they should already be aware that there's a risk to accessing the site. Especially, when it comes to the Workers. I believe that these threats aren't so noticeable, so my proposal could be arranged if Eugene were to give the approval. If he does, tell him to not fret. Just leave it to me.

Since the location of the Third Affiliate, Vivi’s Club, had been unfortunately… “disposed” of, then he doesn't have to get rid of the building altogether. He can keep the location and rebuild another infrastructure, to replace it. Like a huge mall, tech store, or whatever he decides to replace the club with. It's just a place to station where the new 3rd Affiliate's location is. Underneath that business can be where Workers' employees can manage transactions and keep the site updated and protected through the uses of multiple computers. Basically, a giant base full of hackers. I'll be the one to manage them, so Eugene shouldn't worry about it.

When that has been established, we'll just have to transfer the location of production into a more hidden and secluded area, where it’s difficult to even trace. But, for her to hide it in a club? It astonished me, I’ll give her that. I understand that it is tricky to hide an operational lab in an area where it’s densely populated and crowded with some risk factors, so that should be taken care of more stealthily. I recommend having the lab situated somewhere where it’s inaccessible, without having to be searched due to it’s location constantly moving around. Such as, a vehicle. Either a boat, or a trailer. Both are good suggestions, but I prefer that the huge boat, like a ship of some sort, would be much more suitable. The idea sounds pretty genius, right? Well, you could say, that I’ve been inspired by a certain gentleman who I’ve done business with countless of times. Although, his psychotic methods can be a pain to my side sometimes…

When the packages are ready, then we transport them. If Vivi had sold and delivered them directly to Pungsan, then that’s already an error that shouldn’t have been made in the first place due to her own carelessness. We will have to transport them onto the outskirts of Korea. Especially, through the multiple locations of ports in Korea. This is why I mentioned the use of boats. We shouldn’t go to them. Instead, they should come to US by sending them encrypted coordinates through the Workers’ online delivery service. If they’re desperate enough to get their hands on these products, then they’ll have to put in the effort themselves. Correct? It’s best that we keep transports underground and hidden as much as possible. After all, we don’t want another Affiliate to be stumped once again. 

Furthermore, I'm sure that these new customers will soon become regular customers and come back to us whenever they please. If that's the case, we'll offer exclusive membership that includes opportunities of "rewards" and "discounts" to them for good deals, just to get them hooked into our scheme. They will depend on us to sell and deliver the products that they need by gaining their trust while in return, we will give them a false sense of how "reliable" we are. Right when we allow them to adjust to how we operate, we will have them believe that they are familiar with us. When in actuality, they don't. After some point that they've reached a certain number of transactions with us, that is when we will steal money from them. We will extort additional cryptocurrency from said customers, by collecting their transaction information through advanced hacking and by using their personal information to access their accounts. I know. You must be wondering, how will this be possible if cryptocurrency is anonymous? Well, I hate to break it to you. There is no such thing as "anonymous" cryptocurrency. If that's been said, then it should've been treated skeptically in the first place. It's just a ploy for people to get hooked into it, so that they'll feel safe enough to use it more for themselves. When in reality, it's possible for people to steal cryptocurrency from one another. And despite this being a normal transaction in disguise, it's best that we double the security on our end before they realize that the money that we've stolen from them has fallen into our hands. We will cut ties from them, altogether. Since we cannot ban the users by using their IP addresses due to VPN usage, we will have to give them a cyber attack so severe, that they won't be able to access the site even if they get a new device.

Overall, I understand that this is a lot of information to process and to grasp the whole concept of, but rest assured. This operation is complex for a purpose, and that is to not make the same mistake as before. I want to help improve things within the Affiliates, especially the soon-to-be new and improved 3rd Affiliate, and make things more efficient to try and assist Eugene. After all, he wouldn’t want another Affiliate to go into ruin. 

My Long-Term Goals:

My long-term goals are simple. If I were to contribute to the recovery of the 3rd Affiliate, then it would be nice to have some sort of incentive. Money is nice and all, but that isn't my main goal. I want to gain lots of experience on how the real world works before I could possibly expand my own business internationally. If I were to get the opening spot for the 3rd Affiliate, my plan is to work with Eugene for a very long time. I admire him for being very knowledgeable, tactical, and for having a well-calculated mind at such a young age, so I wish to be mentored by him. I could learn a lot from his business perspective, and I trust that he'll provide the best advice and tips for that matter.

I guess, that concludes the interview. I have given my business card to Eugene already, so you don't have to ask for another one. I look forward to his response, whether it be 3-5 business days or even longer. I'm a patient woman, so I can wait. So, until then~

[goneadrift]

1, 8 and 14 from the questions for fic writers ask game <33

Thank you 🧡

questions for fic writers

1 - What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?) Mmm… I think that's either my first posted Royai - "Silent confession" because imo it ballanced setting the scene, inner contemplations and actual interuction - or Twiyor "The things I feel now I never thought I'd find" basically for the same reason.

What do you think? 😊 Was "Is this the ending of what we've begun?" the first read for you?

14 - Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer? I suppose it's not really a trope but anything that involves a love triangle. I can't even explain it, but the situation just irks me too much. I do indulge in occasional spikes of jealousy but I don't handle outright infidelity well. Even in fiction.

8 - What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)? Ohohohooho, there are a lot. But I have a particular one. I meantioned it once on server and never returned to it but I still think it's a cool case for "Would it be fucked up if…" 😄

The song is "Corpse Bride" by Green Apelsin. Copying my attempt at translating the lyrics and the stuff I came up with under the cut.

Digging up the earth, I'll tear my fingers down to blood. I will break the grave silence in forest. The wind howls terribly, carring your call to me. This time I believe I will be lucky for sure.

Don't be scared, dear, betrothed, darling. Life won't tear us apart, don't run, wait. There is no hiding from me, as well as from fate. God has heard my pleas from the underworld.

It feels like my heart is beating again in my chest. I'll open the door to gentle death for you. We will leave the world of the living - we have no place here. You're the alive groom, I'm the dead bride.

Why is your face so sad? After all, I'm wearing an engagement ring. Maybe you don't like the pale body? Or are you in love with something mortal?

Didn't you swear loyalty and love to me? I am not afraid of pain and there is no living blood in me. But why does it hurt, this the emptiness inside? Have a look, there is a remnant of bitter tears in me.

It feels like my heart is breaking again in my chest. I'll open the door to sure death for you. You will leave the world of the living - your place is here. You're my fiance and I'm your fiancee.

It feels like there is no heart in my chest again. The door to my happiness is closed forever. I will leave the world of the living - I have no place here. You're the alive groom, I'm the dead bride.

What if soon after Maes returned from Ishval (or right before his arrival) Gracia died? Maes in desperation asks Roy for help. Roy hesitates - he knows this is a taboo and he already did may unspeakable things. Doing another one… this might be his breaking point.

So Maes finds some other shady alchemist who agrees to do it. But he lies to Maes. So this is not a human transmutation but some necromancy that makes corpse to become basically something zombie-like. Or like in Games of Thrones where Drogo was "returned to life".

They can talk and have some mixed remnants of memories. So it seems as if Gracia recognises Maes and is glad to see him. But she can stop mid speech as if in some daze. She doesn't sleep. She doesn't know she died. She doesn't understand why Maes refuses to visit her parents. Why he avoids looking at her at times.

Then she finds memoir/necrologue in newspaper. Or hears Roy arguing with Maes next room about dangers of pulling one over on nature. After a while less and less of true Gracia remains in her body. She is helpless, she is angry - and at Maes too. And she becomes dangerous to him.

So either he ends this. Or Roy volunteers to save Maes from this (this line he crossed already; it is not exactly easy, but he remembers Riza's words about "freeing" - and here the purpose is to free this shell of Gracia and Maes from despair).

[radfemcroatia]

My bad experience in a radfem Discord server - XY Cemetery by tomieradfem [2/5]

If you haven't read it, go to the first post (link below).

If you don't care, keep scrolling.

Where did we stop...

Oh, yeah. I got muted here. Plus, I was called a schizo.

At this point, and I'm embarrassed to admit this - I held back tears. If people weren't in the room with me I would have cried. Btw, I'm a person who cries like, once a year, and it's barely a tear, so this is a big deal.

Why did I cry? Because I have been lonely for many years, hopelessly searching for a place where I belong. I thought this was finally it. Radfems... I agree with them on many topics, I can talk to them about things that would make me a bullied social outcast anywhere else. If they won't accept me, who will?

I was VERY upset after being silenced. I had to speak - so, I chose the only other reasonable, non-hostile member of the conversation - Riri.

I admit, I didn't behave perfectly in the dms. I was very upset and on the verge of tears. Still though I disagree that I was rude to her. Annoying? Yes, but not malicious in the slightest.

She promised to tell them I meant no harm. Guess what happened next?

Defend your friends from what? From me defending myself? You're the only one who took it personally when you shouldn't have.

(Rea understands me. She even reached out to me and sent me a friend request, because she felt bad. I removed her after some time because we haven't talked since. I was open to a friendship though.)

I never acted out. I was reasonable and you didn't listen.

Tomieradfem will keep saying stuff like "believing things online", when me believing them would also count as "believing things online" 😭.

She reached out to the server and sent the screenshots of our conversation to her friends.

Don't care at this point. It never needed to become like this. We could have reached this conclusion respectfully.

ANDDD BEHOLD

Truly degenerate response.

I left the server.

After leaving, not gonna lie, I immediately regretted it. What if there was a chance of me being accepted back?

I left because why would I want to stay in a space that is so hostile towards me? Still, I had no clue what happened after I left. What if some of them felt bad because I was misunderstood? If there was a chance of me returning I would absolutely do it.

I created an alt account to join the server, just to see what the rest of the server said about me.

To do this, I faked some of my info, that being age and how long I've been a radfem. I wanted easy, quick, drama-free access to the server.

What did I come back to?

Nah I think I'm valid to think it's because of upskirting. I'm gonna need to see some serious proof to not believe that, words from some 20 year-olds on Discord aren't enough.

I might be wrong about the laws - that doesn't negate the rest of what I've said.

"what the HELL is her problem with riri??" OKAY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

"what did riri do??" NOTHING. I never said she did anything! I never attacked her! Why is everyone treating her as some victim? Btw I showed all the relevant screenshots, I didn't hide ANYTHING I said. I never attacked Riri in dms. I asked for help.

Who the heck said Japan is hell on Earth? Not me! I just said a fact I learned!

Even celine who lived in Korea was unsure lol.

Never said Japan is a hellscape. Remember:

"why japan in particular gets called out"...because, my friend:

Literally how many times will I have to repeat this?

Wow poor Riri, I feel so bad for her :((( how I victimized her like a...wait what? Mentions of racism?? Hmm I wonder what they will say next.

Note for my 75 followers (damn thanks y'all, never expected I would have that many): My secret life mission is to make everyone hate Japan. Don't tell anyone.

I'm gonna have to start writing down insults. There's gonna be so much more.

Never mentioned anything about the West. I'm not even from the West you clown.

I didn't "lose it" I defended and continued to defend myself. Because that's the type of person I am. Someone who doesn't let others walk over her, even if their name is tomieradfem.

That was my introduction to the server. I felt like the server was gonna be a great place to connect. Guess not.

"curious how it came to happen that japan is taking all-"

Also I'm officially a racist.

My heart bleeds for Riri I am actually crying. How I victimized her is so horrible...

Japan is full of creeps yes, fucking deal with it.

I dmed Riri so she could help me. That's the ONLY reason.

Never said they were liars, she's making this up.

This has nothing to do with someone correcting you on your native language loser (literally in their name). And tomieradfem is the one who needs to lower her ego. I never displayed my ego unlike her.

So what if Riri is from Japan? I should blindly trust her? I don't even know that woman. Also this is actually dangerous. If a woman from Iran said that women don't get attacked for not wearing hijab in Iran (which might be the case sometimes) am I not allowed to disagree just because she lives there, despite all the proof that suggests otherwise I see on the Internet?

Again, I joined that server not even 5 days before. had no idea who Riri and really anyone else was - they were nothing but strangers. And I'm supposed to blindly agree with them despite the fact that all the evidence is against them? Couldn't even have a discussion without being accused of attacking Japan and spreading harmful misinformation smh.

She literally muted me for no reason without a warning and I'm the one who needs thick skin? So basically everyone who doesn't wanna be bullied by discord mods is just too sensitive.

Showing my true colors in dms? What do you mean? If anything, the dms showed that I meant no harm.

I can't handle heat and you can't handle someone "disagreeing" with you (looking back, I didn't even disagree with Riri's statement, mostly).

Go to the third post. We're almost done.

[bradleysbradshaws]

I cried again in a public restroom because it is hitting me that it's probably finally over for me, despite all I've tried to do, despite all I have left to give. And I cried because of what bogbeast told me yesterday - that they were done with Top Gun (thankfully, it's because they genuinely found another interest and not because of anything else). That I probably won't be getting what I hoped at least would be my parting Christmas gift this year. This fandom was kept slightly alive for me because of them and yellow_crayon for so long - the only two people who freely talked to me on a personal level this year and still wrote for Roosmav - and how disappointing of an ending to something they loved this was because of their friendships with me.

I'm getting up to write this at 4 a.m., so I'm not coherent, but I want to elaborate on this more later, and all that they have done for me, but I remember bogbeast being upset that it seemed less people were caring about their writing this year as time went on, and I couldn't explain to them that the reason less people from the Roosmav server were commenting on their fic was because it was becoming more obvious that they were friends with me. And all they had done was befriend me and help me with my writing this year (it's obvious now, but they beta'd my first four stories/all of my bottom!Bradley fics this year).

I remember being so relieved that Fopps commented on the second-to-last chapter of their Roosmav longfic, "Hold Me Under." Tbh, I was surprised Fopps had kept commenting on it after I became friends with them. Fopps was the first comment on that fic, so while I know she didn't end up commenting on the last chapter - and maybe she didn't even end up finishing that story - I know she really liked it, at least in the beginning.

I told yellow_crayon that in the likelihood it doesn't work out for me, and I have to leave the fandom for good, I want her to be able to formally disassociate from me so that she can finish her WIPs in peace and link them on the Roosmav server because she had always had a wonderful reputation with everyone there until her friendship with me. I don't think she linked her priestfic on there in the beginning of the year because she had gifted it to me, and I had even told her at the time - because I had felt so bad and was aware that her gifting it to me meant that she couldn't post it there - that she should un-gift it to me. But she kept it gifted to me, and it's this kind of gesture which showed me that I really did matter to her - that she would sacrifice that ability to post her work on there because of our friendship.

I've felt so terrified and guilty that my friends are friends with me for so long, because I have had to wonder: If they openly associate with me, will other people stop commenting on/supporting their works? I cried when Lake agreed to let me give her beta credit on my priest fic because I had fully expected to not be able to - that I had to hide my friendships with people forever because I didn't want to put them in a bad position with their other friends.

I have had to calculate everything I did this year - every work I have posted, every conversation I have had with a friend - because I wanted to show that I still wanted to give to this fandom, that I was willing to draw/write things that no one else in the Roosmav fandom, after all this time, has; and I didn't want to inadvertently get my friends in trouble for simply associating with me, but I still wanted to show that I was 1000% loyal to Roosmav by the fact that every person that I still talk to and remain friends with is from the Roosmav server. That I have everything to lose - Lake, Lily, YC, my friends - if I had any intent outside of just wanting to positively contribute to something I love.

[caniscanemnoest]

Waddup fam 🦇 It's Dollyyyy, this is my dead account that I keep to avoid posting off topic stuff on my art account (Don't worry I do not use this blog to """spy""", it's connected to my art account with the same email so no, I can't use it for that :))

Look I know y'all think I'm Satan and you won't even bother to read but here goes:

1. You can trust me when I tell you that we were ALL absolutely shocked and disgusted by how brutal the anonymous message about random was when Jay received it, I was literally horrified myself. We have no fucking idea who wrote it since it was anonymous and we're still trying to figure it out. However it doesn't take a genius to tell that the message was written by a child (and as far as we know this person is still among you inside your server so I'd be careful). Jay only posted it because they literally ASKED everyone in stm to give an opinion, none of us agree with it's brutality (and terrible grammar too lol) nonetheless I agree, nobody should EVER receive this sort of insult.

2. It's cool that Random is bi....and? Does it automatically excuse the fact that she silences our lesbian voices and our freedom of expression and projection by saying we're...."fetishizing lesbians"???? How can lesbians fetishize lesbians??? How are we fetishizing our OWN identity??? We're not cishet men????? Then the moment we try to say we like to make headcanons for our representation y'all claim that Kaetty is NOT a lesbian ship anymore since it's not two girls (spoiler alert, nonbinaries like me can be lesbos too)????? Make up your mind then??? Also I'm sorry, I really am, but what kind of fucking feminist is against abortion rights and thinks silencing lesbians on their own voices and opinions is fair? Bisexuals and lesbians have two very DIFFERENT types of struggles, and having one speaking over the other is not "feminism" or "opinion"....it's just bigoted.

3. I have no idea of what any of this segment about clout for mental illness is so I don't think it would be fair for me to give an opinion about it (altho i'll be real here, romanticizing and wishing to be an hikikomori is not cool, it's a SERIOUS issue and a HUGE problem. Glad they're getting help tho :)

4. Nah Random knew I changed my pronouns over the years, I made an announcement about it later on (I think in the intro channel or something?). I came out as full nonbinary and everyone has always been using "they/them" ever since, including Random. She never once called me "her". I literally told her personally so she could change my roles to "They/them" lol. Strangely the only moment she misgenders me is once i leave the server, wonder why she never did it while i was still there 🤔 (and let's not even get into me being called a "bitch" and "the goth one" even tho i got a name and y'all know it very well. She just loves to dehumanize you when she's mad at you ig 🩷)

5. This one's cool, thank you so much for clarifying. Wish we could've talked about the girl/boy meme topic like civil humans SOONER. I appreciate the explanation tho, since from a different point of view it just sounded like y'all were gendering Kae. I like this one :)

Ok that's it from me, hope to hear again from you bestie byeeeeeeeee 🦇🦇🦇

@buttercupdemon

A Cautionary Tale of Small Fandoms

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In Defense of 2012 April

TW for mentions of sexual harassment and misogynist slurs 

I'm back here for another semi long post. I want to discuss TMNT 2012's version of April O' Neil (perfect timing with the month and all)  and why I personally think the hatred that goes towards her is …excessive to say the least, and frankly makes little to no sense. 

Before I begin, I would like to say I do think there are valid critiques of April as a character. Some of them I will mention here because even with characters I like, I will always point out flaws to not be a hypocrite. However, many of those complaints can be attributed to poor writing and lack of a woman's perspective when creating female characters. 

Let's step back for a moment and think. If April was not April, say she was August, or heck if she and Casey Jones swapped roles, would she get the same amount of hate? Well she sure as hell wouldn't get sexualized as much by the animators I'll tell ya that.

The truth is, I'm not really sure of the answer to that question. I do think there are double standards when it comes to guy characters vs girl ones. A guy with psychic powers but is prone to emotional outbursts sounds cool, right? 

I know there will be people that argue with me in the notes saying there isn't an unconscious bias towards gender, and clearly I'm being over dramatic. Well, I might as well go through the common complaints about April instead of stalling lol

1. She gets kidnapped too often! 

Starting off with probably my favorite complaint. *GASP*  April O' Neil gets kidnapped too often in a superhero cartoon where kidnapping is the most life threatening but still kid friendly crime they can do!

In early 2021 I rewatched 2012 and recorded a tally chart. For those who aren't in the server don't know, it's basically a count of every single instance a character got kidnapped. April got captured a total of 20 times. Sure seems like a lot.  But you know who got captured more times than her?

 Mikey, Donnie and Raph.

In fact, Mikey got captured more than 30 times! Yes, I counted and yes I'm aware I have no life. Yet I haven't heard anyone complain about those dudes in distresses getting their asses rescued by literally everyone. 

Like I said. It's a superhero cartoon. Kidnapping is…kind of a thing that happens. Everyone gets captured in this show, it really isn't that deep.

2. April is rude to Donnie!

Alright, this one legitimately gets me frustrated. 

If you are being harassed and stalked, you absolutely have a right to be rude to the person harassing you. Abusers do NOT deserve kindness, especially when they won't leave you the fuck alone. 

Now you may be wondering, what does this have to do with April? I'll tell you. 

That's the entire Apriltello arc in a nutshell. She is repeatedly harassed by Donnie and to a lesser extent Casey (and yes, Donnie did stalk her, no matter how good his intentions were it's fucked up). There is no win to this scenario. If this was real life, she would be called a bitch for rejecting such a "nice guy" . If she accepted him…well you know how some guys aren't always as nice as they seem…

If she was nice, she's a slut and trying too hard, if she's cold and upfront she's a bitch. I know this because I had to deal with the exact same thing April was going through during the early seasons of 2012. 

Now that the heavy part is out of the way, I would like to clarify I don’t hate 2012 Donnie. In fact, he’s my favorite Donatello. But I’m not going to say his actions were excusable. 

In regards to general rudeness, most of her comments ("Nice catch Donnie!") are just snarkiness typical of a teenager, and the boys have actually said and done a lot worse.

3. The Kiss (es) 

Yeah okay I agree with this one. It doesn't make any sense, especially in the episode a Foot Too Big. I think it would be nice to have her not kiss him, but keep the speech there. And after that ironically, Donnie mellowed out with his crush. 

I guess I can only really blame poor writing on that. 

4. She's a Mary Sue 

So in terms of her psychic powers, I think if they were explained a bit more, it would make more sense. If there were scenes of her practicing, or heck, the origins behind it beyond "she's part Kraang". Actually, come to think of it, wouldn't it be awesome if she actually had some Kraang-like appearances to her design? Maybe as her powers got stronger? 

As for her becoming a kunoichi, it was obvious that she was not as strong of a fighter as the turtles in several instances. The only times I can think of where she saves them involve her powers, not her ninja skills. She graduated the first part of being a ninja in Season 4, she didn't automatically become an expert. 

5. Uh didn't she kill Donnie-

Oh my God. NO SHE DIDN'T. Okay, am I the only one who finds this "reason" to be stupid? She was under control of an aeon crystal! Za-Naron 'killed' Donnie, not April.

In conclusion? April deserves better and stop reblogging my April appreciation post with hate. Thank you. 

[crackinglamb]

2022 Writing Round-Up

Tagged by @pikapeppa, thank you lovely! 💕

Tagging @ir0n-angel (go ahead and include all your beta work), @lilbittymonster, @bogunicorn, @natsora, @demarogue, @serial-chillr, @dreadfutures and @rosella-writes. No pressure! Feel free to answer these categories or come up with your own if you want.

So, I'd actually already put together a thing for this, then Pika tagged me. 😂 This got super long, so most of it will be under a cut.

Words posted: 267,008. This total has had subtracted from it the amount that already existed for the two carry over fics (WG and Just Like Fire). So this is actually what I posted this year.

Additional Words Written: ~78K. I have a couple things on the back burner that haven't been posted yet, but they have been written, so they should be counted. Plus there's a few chapters of WG not yet published.

Grand total of words: 345K.

Fandoms: 3

Highest Kudos: She's My Plus One at 139. (WG doesn't count, not being new)

Highest Hit Oneshot: Pride, Squared at 1207.

New Things I Tried: I joined two new (to me) fandoms this year. I finally finished the Dr. Who fic I'd been lackadaisically working on for over a year and played (read?) The Wayhaven Chronicles for the first time and was inspired.

I also joined in Camp NaNo this year, as well as in November. Totals for the year – April: ~23K; July: ~16K; Nov: ~22K

And I did my first exchange! I wrote two fics for the Solavellan Hell Exchange in July.

Fic I Spent the Most Time On: WG, of course. I'm coming up on two years of continuously writing and posting that behemoth.

Fic I Spent the Least Time On: In, Through, Beyond. Written, beta'd and ready for posting in roughly 30 hours.

Favorite Thing I Wrote: Pfft, like I can choose.

Like a Slingshot Around the Sun was an absolutely self-indulgent thing that came out of me after a lot of thought about how Imogen would totally fall for Bull if not for Solas.

A Fallow Season gave me all sorts of Feels(tm) for Lark Cadash and Solas.

My Blood On Your Hands, Your Teeth In My Skin was a giftfic for the mods of my first exchange, and gave me a chance to finally, finally put some words together for my other Lavellan, Laani.

Favorite Thing I Read: Considering how many times I've gone back to read it again, Groceries, by Candyholly. A Nine/Rose timeloop fic.

Writing Goals for 2023 – Finish WG. I'm so close. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Granted it's the train labeled 'sequel', but we don't need to talk about that just yet. Among the fics sitting in the WIP pile is the full version of Maker Damned Fools (Hawke/Varric), which will begin posting on Jan 2. I'd like to get Of Ruins and Restoration (Cadash/Solas) finished too, so I can start posting the rest of it. I'll be joining another exchange (this time it's open to all Solasmance), and Fluff-uary is coming.

New Works: 13

It was actually a pretty busy year in terms of new works. And the continuation of a couple ongoing WIP's. But I've slowed down considerably, even though my wordcount doesn't appear to agree. It's been a long five years of constant creativity and I'm Tired(tm). I'm calling it now that next year won't be nearly as big.

I've listed all of this year's fics with links and gushed a little:

Little Things – I got into The Wayhaven Chronicles late this year. And this wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. F!Detective/Mason, but Book One early relationship. Rated T for some language and suggestive moments. Because Mason of course. ~5400 words.

In, Through, Beyond – A Mirrorverse gift for @exalted-dawn. (The Mirrorverse is a collection of OC crossovers from the DAFF server, check it out here.) She'd posed a question to me about Imogen McLean and Lark Cadash meeting and how that might go. And apparently I had a lot to say about it. Rated E for shameless smut, including a threesome. 'Ware the tags. ~11.6K words.

Round Robin Volume 2 (SFW) – Speaking of the DAFF server, for our second anniversary we once again had a collaboration of prompt fics, round robin style (where each person writes a bit then passes it on to the next person). This is the one I participated in. Each chapter contains the prompt and ensuing ficlet written from it. It's mostly crack, written with the intention to be ridiculous, but I feel like this year we might have taken it a bit too seriously. I am genuinely proud of how the second prompt came out. Rated T for crude humor and mild violence, respectively. ~8800 words.

She's My Plus One – After many, many years of lurking in the fandom, I finally wrote a Dr. Who fic. Nine/Rose written from the Doctor's POV, this is a slice of life, 'could be canon' variation of the x + 1 trope. With a wild left turn at the end into AU territory because canon and I are very rarely on speaking terms. Rated M for sexual content at the end. ~12.4K words.

Like a Slingshot Around the Sun – An AU of an AU. A what-if for Imogen and Iron Bull based around the premise of 'what if Solas and Imogen didn't patch it up after the Storm Coast?'. Plotless porn, with Bull being my favorite service top. Rated E, obviously. ~5400 words.

I'll tell you my sins (and you can sharpen your knife) – Originally written as a gift for the Solavellen Hell Exchange. Stuff happened and now it's just a treat for everyone who participated in the exchange. A post-Veil look at how Solas might beg forgiveness from Lavellan. Rated T for some suggestive themes, fades to black. ~3600 words.

My Blood On Your Hands, Your Teeth In My Skin – A gift for the mods of the Solavellan Hell Exchange, because y'all deserved it. Lahalaan Lavellan has been waiting a long time for her moment in the spotlight. I'm kinda sorry it was such an angsty one, but hey, it's Solavellan. And this one is a dark!Solas to boot. Rated E for explicit sexual content that isn't truly smut...but it is. ~5K words.

A Fallow Season – The DAFF server has weekly prompts. This was the first time one of them grabbed me by the throat and demanded to be written. It started off as a drabble, then grew. And grew. Lark Cadash and Solas, in the final winter of their lives together. It's dark and tragic and beautiful. While I've placed it in Lark's series, it will not be how OR&R ends. Rated E for eventual smut. ~4600 words.

Violas and Jonquil – Rounding out Flowers for Fen'Harel with a soft ending for Ellisora Lavellan and her onetime-god lover. Fun fact, each work in this series is posted on the anniversary of the one before it. Rated G. ~1900 words.

Make It a Good One, Peaches – The final work in Til It Squeaks. Mortality comes to visit Carly Lavellan many, many years after the events of Twist and TSM. It's more sweet than bitter, but it is rated T for major character death. Tissues are available upon request. ~1700 words.

Soft In Skyhold – This year's Fluff-uary offering. 28 prompts, 28 chapters of Imogen and Co. being soft. This year Angel and I decided to make each prompt also work platonically, and as such, I determined that I would keep all of them SFW regardless of ship dynamics. Rated T for shenanigans and language. ~28.9K words.

Pride, Squared – A question/prompt given to me in the DAFF server posed the premise: Imogen between Solas and...someone else of the Fade persuasion. It became what it says on the tin. An Imogen sandwich on Pride bread. Rated E for threesome smut. 'Ware the tags. ~2700 words.

Earth Pizza and Qunari Street Food - Ages ago, Angel and I brainstormed a scene where Dorian had handprints on his butt in flour. It was always intended to either be part of Twist or TSM, but there was never room for it. So it became its own story. Carly cooking, Bull cooking, and found family. What more do you need? Rated T for some very mild angst and Adoribull shenanigans. ~4600 words.

[rayofsunas]

s/o who dies.

A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333

Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior

Word count: 2.1k

Albedo

"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.

"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.

This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.

After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.

It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.

You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.

"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.

You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?

As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.

"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."

As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.

You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.

"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.

"Don't say things like that."

Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?

"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."

"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."

"I guess... But promise me this."

"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.

"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.

"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."

"Of course, love."

even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth

he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't

she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive

Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful

he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral

obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field

he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best

tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while

Xiao

Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.

But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case

Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.

No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?

He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.

But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.

Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise

Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend

his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye

he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak

but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd

he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much

if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity

"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help

but it doesn't

it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence

Scaramouche

How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.

And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.

He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.

It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.

He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.

Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.

Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you

he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened

he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you

ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time

instead, he's focused and driven by revenge

he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment

anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that

and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated

while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family

sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die

yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone

no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this

he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead

and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going

3.19.21, rayofsunas

[saintobio]

WHAT IN THE WORLD. Like seriously WHAT?? I don't know where to begin..

I love how everyone in the comments had agreed that Naoya had done something. Like the man knew why he did the question to Toji about y/n being his wife. Still even after sleeping with step mom Gojo it's hard to hate him idk why I love the gossip queen Naoya...

Step mom Gojo. I saw that comming. I mean she ruined a family once why wouldn't she do it again? I have 2 theories for her. 1. She wants to give the company to Yuuta cause she loves her son more than her step son. 2. She wants Satoru out of the business so she can freely manipulate Yuuta using the excuse "I'm your mother I'm doing it for your own good"

Idk how Yuuta will react to things like that I mean from previous chapters he looked like he cared a bit about Gojo (like when his father hit him he told him to stop) and he seems like a sweet person so it's hard to predict how he will react/ what he will do once he has to overthrow his brother from the empire and literally leave him with nothing (except if they feed him with lies which is their specialty like cmon)

A PREGNANT SERA. Why am I not surprised? I'm at the dc server and we were all like "She's preggo I just know it". Sera's manipulation is going to go on another level. It's kinda obvious she's blinded from the shiny things he spoils her with but she's missing one point. Once the infidelity is revealed (because how can you hide a child) she doesn't understand that this will hurt not only MC but Hoejo mainly. The baby will be exactly the reason why the merge between MC's company and Gojo's will stop cause I don't expect Gen or her father letting MC stay in a marriage like this and it will help any rivals and in our case Gojo's step mom to overthrow him because "he failed as a businessman". She can keep it but with Satoru overthrow from the company he won't have the same money to spoil her. So she will be stuck with the "revenge baby", a traumatized Satoru who doesn't have MC to vent on or be comforted by, and no money. So she had to realize that this baby will be not only destroy his marriage (which she wants) but will also be Satous downfall and her downfall (she also might get fired so good luck finding another job with a baby in ur arms and a husband who has never been poor in his entire life).

MC... We stan Y/n... I'm actually worried about her. Her heart won't take it when she finds out about the baby (cause I'm sure sera will tell her about it in an effort to destroy her and the marriage).. I can see how she tried to distance herself but she cared about Hoejo even after everything he has done due to her kind and caring nature. If she reacted like that with the condoms before she learnt it was for her imagine what will happen with a BABY. She puts herself in more danger and I'm worried about the next chapters that something will happen and her Heath is gonna deteriorate. My precious MC doesn't deserve this....

Toji... after what happened to naoya I don't trust him. I'm a Toji stan and legit wished that MC and Toji will get together but I'm scared if there is something behind him we don't know.. But my dude has me begging on my knees and I didn't do anything to the MC... Dilf supremacy🛐🛐🛐

As for Hoejo SlutoruGojo. His end is comming soon. He will realize what he have done once he is on the street with sera both without jobs and money. But that's what you get. You can't have everything. He was given the chance to choose many times between his mistress and his wife. He chose the first now let him suffer. He has the audacity to suspect MC for cheating. Like honey that's your job not hers. In the beginning of the character I was feeling a bit of compassion for Gojo but finishing the chapter I went back to wanting him to suffer. If he inflicted so much pain to someone who didn't deserve it he deserves to suffer. But karma is a b1tch:))

Note: I saw in a post when we were simping for Toji and you said that Gojo is still the husband and to give him a chance. Well we gave him many chances he facked them up sooo it's time for him to suffer and MC to shine.

I CAN SEE THE DRAMA COMMING AND ITS GONNA BE ☕️☕️☕️☕️

this one as well!! thank you for writing to me <33 i’m happy to see all these reactions hhhh <3