#so he browses the web and finds the forum

[20001541]

I like to think that pre canon both AFO and Izuku visited the same online forums where people came together to discuss quirks and often debated with each other about pro hero quirks lol. Their first conversation ever was arguing over aspects of All Mights quirk because AFO said something insulting about him.

Izuku finds AFO abrasive, but creates some of the most fascinating analysis he's ever read that he wonders if AFO is some kind of quirk counselor or doctor who specializes in studying quirks in real life.

AFO finds it refreshing to see someone share the same enthusiasm about quirks like he does and enjoys reading and challenging Izuku's own theories at times.

I wouldn't call it friendship.... but more like two people finding common ground in sharing a hobby that almost no one else cares for.

[deadpuppetboi]

Goretober Day 3: Jaw

There are four types of websites on the internet.

1. Regular: Regular: News articles, profile pages, and even forums discussing what was what and why. Anyone has access to such a thing.

2. Strange: Websites that cater to specific groups, such as children's shows or people's unusual interests. Take a few spins and you'll find the specific websites in the far corner.

3. Absurd: The similar websites, but catered to the ridiculous and delusory, most likely conspiracy theories ranging from aliens to Bigfoot. Ranging from the most remote regions, the ludicrous would be discovered after traveling through a few weird websites.

4. Illegal: Snuff videos, purchasing illegal substances, and discussing information that no sane person would communicate with another. If you're not careful, the men in blue might come around to inspect if the search bar was correct.

Harold would not describe himself as an expert; rather, he was an observer.

He had his fair share of watching both the most heinous and the cutest sections of the internet on the same day. Whatever caught his interest in what he watched, complete video, no pausing, and fully immersed himself in the experience from start to finish. Any other teenager his age would puke at the sight of a man being skinned alive, but Harold would merely watch while eating a fatty cheeseburger.

Tonight was just like any other.

Surfing the web on his computer, idly clicking on anything grabbed his eye and eating whatever greasy junk food was on his dirty desk. His room was disorganized, with crumpled papers and debris strewn around, all lighted by the computer screen. Harold hadn't been bothered by the mess, telling himself he'd pick up after himself when he had enough time.

But, if he was being honest, he just lacked the motivation to do so.

Harold sniffed as he moved his mouse to a search bar above. He typed in a URL he'd seen dozens of times before, his thoughts fixed on what he could see next. He considered one site but changed his mind after watching all the videos and participating in the forums with like-minded folks.

A good friend of his told him about this site months ago, and he used his account to go through the passcode and stuff like that. The grown man took a little break while typing in the URL to sip his drink before finishing it.

‘Valient-ent.tv’

When he pressed enter, the computer blurred for a second before clearing up to reveal a familiar warning.

‘WARNING!

THIS SITE IS FOR ADULTS ONLY AND CONTAINS DISTURBING MATERIAL. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE LEGAL AGE, YOU MUST LEAVE NOW.’

Harold scoffed and entered the information by clicking on the username and password. When he was completed, he clicked on the small 'terms and conditions' box and pressed enter, finally gaining access to the website.

Valiant Video Enterprises is one of the most popular websites for watching, distributing, and purchasing snuff films in any format.

While Harold hasn't purchased anything from the website (30 dollars for a plastic bag is ridiculous), he has browsed the many forums and viewed a film or two. Tonight, though, he arrived early, his gaze drawn to the huge and colorful words in the center of the page.

‘LIVE: TEACHING SUM FUCKERZ SUM MANNERZ’

Harold clicked on the LIVE button, his computer trying to keep up with the quality before finally displaying the video.

The scenario in front of him was typical, but with a twist. Two battered guys his age were tied up and sitting on metal chairs, both with new and old injuries. One was sobbing, while the other was threatening the men behind the camera with whatever threat they could think of.

But it wasn't them that Harold was looking forward to seeing; it was the man who appeared out of nowhere and strode into the scene that piqued his curiosity.

“Oh, boys, why did it have to come to this?”

A man clothed completely in leather and latex walked out of the darkness, a big and white smile shining through the terrible quality. He was dressed in heavy leather boots lined with black and red, a coat with the same color variation, belts wrapped around each limb, and each corner was as sharp and exact as his nails. The man's face was entirely hidden by his costume, so there was no way of knowing who he was. Apart from the pinpricks of his eye holes in his mask, the only thing visible was his dazzling white teeth.

The man sporting such attire is named Mr. Nasty.

One of the most significant figures in the snuff film industry, his efforts paved the door for expansion not just from one country to the next. Profiting millions off his crazy thoughts and attracting the attention of both the sane and the insane. His heinous crimes landed him on the FIB's most-wanted list; among other criminals, his work is regarded as the worst of all.

Mr. Nasty placed his hands on the men's shoulders, causing them to scream in terror. He laughed as he tenderly padded their shaved heads, sensing their unwillingness to go through another session.

“I thought we had a genuine connection here. A real one. Not one of those fucked up fake ones you see on tv generally targeted towards the young teen demographic.”

He snatched each of their heads and drew them close to his, creating a pouty face as the two men apologized. Mr. Nasty looked over from behind the camera as if attempting to attract the attention of the men behind the camera.

“I really thought we had a connection, honestly, I thought we did.”

After looking down at the camera and witnessing the blinking red, he smiled and went forward into view. He knelt, his face neatly placed up against the camera, and smiled wide and triumphantly.

“Hi everyone.”

Harold eventually saw the chat beside the live broadcast and clicked on it to join the online chat. He smiled at the other remarks that immediately piled in while making a fast note to type up his response.

humperdick: Finally, something I can look forward to.

Rod_Wood: Fresh meat to squeeze! Make ‘em squirm!

captain nemo: Take their shoes off.

“Fuckin’ weirdos,” Harold muttered as he typed in his comment.

@@@l33tdo0d@@@: What did they do this time?

A voice from the other side of the camera piped out, informing Mr. Nasty of the comments that were made. Mr. Nasty appeared content, but not as glad as he was to answer Harold's inquiry, swiftly rising to his feet and returning to the two men.

“What did they do?! My Lord, I can't answer that, these two need to answer for themselves!”

The latex man gripped the two men's shoulders again, this time sharp nails grasping their skin to catch their attention.

“Please, gentlemen, tell the wonderful viewers back home what the fuck you both did to piss me off! They’re dying to know!”

One of the men continued to cry, while the other maintained his cool and spat at the masked man.

“Man, fuck you, we didn't do shit!”

Mr. Nasty was taken aback and looked down at the man.

“You didn't do shit?”

He scoffed, glancing at the camera, and pointed at the man.

“You hear that boys and girls, he didn't do shit!”

He splayed his palms in the air, emulating his astonished expression, before his arm snapped to the side. Fist clenched, brass knuckles slamming the man's threats away, wrenching his head to the side as his jaw involuntarily closed on his tongue. The man let out a quick gasp, coughing up blood as his tongue bled freely from overbiting.

Before he could finish his sentence, he was hit again, this time right in the nose, a sharp crack emanating from the assault alone.

“Bull fucking shit you didn't do shit! You both exactly knew what you did and I'm not going to speak up for you both like I'm your fucking parents. You’re grown-ass men, act like it, dammit, and tell the truth!”

Nasty yelled, grabbed the man's head, and pulled him up to face him. The man on the opposite side exclaimed, yelling his response.

"We'd know if you just told us what we did! We've never seen you before, believe me!"

Nasty turned to face the bereaved guy, and Harold watched as he muttered and snapped his fingers.

“God, I have to do everything myself-”

Two masked men walked in, pushing bloodied stainless steel trolleys into view. Nasty stepped forward and picked out the weapons on the two men as they began to struggle.

“Well, I guess I just need to keep digging through those empty heads of yours to get you to think! But, I've used up all my options, I believe that the viewers should be the ones to pick out what to do tonight!”

The chat quickly became animated as they typed in their requests for what could be done to the two males. A few people inquired as to what brought these two men together in this chamber, but their questions were drowned by the others' desire to see the carnage.

Nasty laughed at every request until he read Harold's.

@@@l33tdo0d@@@: They must’ve talked shit about you Nasty, maybe they need to eat shit to realize what they've done to you.

Harold paused before typing in another comment.

@@@l33tdo0d@@@: Honestly, now that I think about it, not even shit could change their mind! I think they need their jaws rearranged to make them understand what they've done.

Nasty laughed, his sharp claws scraping the weapons in front of him, while the two men shook their heads and repeated apologies after apology. But that didn't appear to change the man's mentality, as his free hand continued to tap away at the stainless steel trolleys. He began to babble to himself in an almost hypnotic rhythm as he examined the weapons in front of him.

Harold turned up the volume to hear Nasty speak.

“I tried the hammer before. Scissors can only go so far. Pliers don't do much either.”

Nasty then snapped his fingers and had a eureka moment before beginning to search through the weaponry in front of him. He clicked his tongue a few times before grabbing the weapon and holding it up in the air for all to see.

While the other two men were perplexed by the thing, Harold recognized it and laughed.

“Oh, shit-”

“Wha-what is that?” One of the men inquired, staring at the equipment and attempting to make sense of it in his head.

“This, boys and girls, is called The Pear of Anguish!” Mr. Nasty answered, holding the pear-like device in his hands. “This baby was used often in medieval times, as a proper torture device, it was used to punish those of all kinds. Women, liars, non-believers, and most dreadful of all: Homosexuals.”

There was the sound of laughter from behind the camera, Mr. Nasty joining in as he stepped back and stood behind the two men.

“Now, if you don't know, The Pear of Anguish was used in two ways to garner its name. You see these four metal leaves here?” The man twisted the device's end to widen the metal leaves, revealing the sharp twisted metal from behind. Harold could see the device plainly even with the poor quality.

“They expand by a simple twist of my hand, now I want you to realize the goal isn't to puncture the flesh but rather stretch it. And I know what you may be asking. Mr. Nasty, where in God’s holy name and the domain would you put The Pear of Anguish?”

Mr. Nasty gave out another laugh, moving over towards the man who spat at him earlier.

“Boys and girls, you must know that the human race were ever so creative with their ideas on how to get answers out of one another. With this particular device, however, there were only certain places where it would be placed to gather the worst possible anguish known to man!”

He drew the device across the bloodied man's cheeks, making him cringe.

“The mouth and in the anus, and honestly, it doesn't take a scientist to put two and two together to know what happens next, does it?”

Harold's gaze wandered over to the conversation, which appeared to have figured out how the device operated. Their enthusiasm improved the ratings, and even more individuals joined in right before the show began. It was then that the men realized what was going to happen to them as well.

They each shook their heads, pleading for aid as they strained in their bindings. Nasty ignored their protests and seized the man's jaw, pressing his fingers in as he forced it open and inserted the gadget from inside. Nasty grabbed the man's neck and yanked him up.

“Hold still, baby, I need you still for this one.”

Nasty locked the gadget in place while the man sobbed uncontrollably. He started to apologize again, but he coughed as Nasty grabbed the end of the device and twisted it violently by the wrist. The metal flaps began to open forcefully, bracing the man's jaw wide open as his worries became a reality.

"Stop!" shouted the other man, "Stop this, God!"

Nasty shook his head, twisting the device yet again, prompting the man in front of him to open his mouth even wider.

“I’m not sure, should I keep going, my beautiful viewers?”

The discussion urged Nasty to continue, with people leaving comments and cheering to watch the vile and despicable gore. Nasty smiled and returned his attention to the man, offering him a simple shrug.

“Well, the people have said it, I have no responsibility for what I may do next!” The masked man then grasped the end of the gadget and twisted it violently, causing the victim to cry out in pain.

“Open wide~”

With each twist, his jaw seemed to expand more than it should. Fresh saliva dripped down his lower lip, his tongue smacking the gadget ineffectively as it grew. As the device ripped into his skin, the man yelled, his teeth clamping and groaning as the pressure grew. He tried to move away, only to have his gums bleed and his teeth fall out of their proper place.

His scream was similar to the others, but in Harold's opinion, it was exactly what he had hoped to hear from the start.

Flesh ripped like paper, blood spilled like a torrent, and bones snapped under pressure. No words could express the man's suffering at this particular moment, his body trembling slightly as his eyes rolled at the back of his head. He choked on his blood, fighting to breathe as he clutched for any mouth of air and his jaw began to break with another twist of the gadget within his mouth.

Mr. Nasty moved back, exposing the scene to the cameras in front of him, when he had gone as far as the device could go. The untouched man continued to scream, most likely to his now dead comrade, pleading for pity as he sobbed futilely. He screamed as Nasty yanked the device from the dying man, watching as his broken jaw bungled over itself, exposing flesh and bone and spewing blood like no other.

Nasty stood tall and proud, returning the equipment to its original form while singing a song to himself and inspecting the gore left on it.

"Oh, now isn't that beautiful?"

He angled the bleeding gadget to one side, allowing the light to shine on it.

"It's art, I'm telling you, it is."

He gently approached the distraught man, his smile never leaving his face. He tapped the bloodied device on the man's chest, causing him to flinch and wail even more.

"I'm sorry," he grumbled, "I'm so sorry." I am. I'm very sorry."

Nasty ignored the man's cries, feeble apologies, and ineffective excuses. He let him speak, keeping a close eye on his anguished expression while tapping the device on his chest. Nasty leaned in close, lovingly caressing the man's head back as he dried his tears with his thumb.

"This is what happens when you cut someone off on the freeway."

For a few seconds, the man appeared perplexed before his eyes widened, absolute disbelief written across his face. But before he could adequately respond, Nasty jumped to his feet and turned to face the cameras, chuckling.

“Now,” he said in a booming voice, “Who wants to see The Pear of Anguish on the other end of the line?!”

As the chatter grew louder, the man yelled out in response, and Mr. Nasty called in men to put the man in place, Harold yawned. He blinked slowly as the man was released from his bindings, only to be tossed onto the table, laying on his stomach, his garments ripped off by a simple grab and pull.

Harold paused the live feed as the camera panned to the man's terrified expression on his distraught face, taking a moment to stretch. He yawned again, looked at the time, realized it was late, clicked his tongue, and looked at his computer.

Harold then exited the website, shut down his computer, and grudgingly rose from his creaking seat, taking just two steps before collapsing onto his filthy bed.

That's enough internet for tonight.

[marqymoo]

Wat is the tory of marguise hi

I don't check my ask box a lot, my bad. Anyways, there might be some errors. I haven't proofread this.

Marquise Simms

Mid 30s

1984

Dec 30th

5'8

Male

Pansexual

Werewolf (runt)

Marquise grew up in a middle class family. His parents are Lauren Foxx and Christopher 'Topher' Simms. He was a happy and outgoing kid but parents noticed Marquise didn't have a good sense of morals nor empathy. He would occasionally hurt his peers when they're playing or to experiment how they would react. Sometimes when Marquise got in a fight with other kids, he would lash out and try to harm them. Lauren would scold him and go back to her usual over working but well paying job. Christopher helped his son to control his temper and urges. He even got Marquise to play basketball and start doodling to keep himself occupied. Marquise would hang out with his father for the majority of his early childhood since his mom was too busy at work.

Everything was fine til the day his father commiting suicide. It didn't help his mental state that he was the one to find the body. After that Lauren quit her job to be with her son more, but she still needed a job that'd fit her schedule so she started to work at a diner. Marquise started to act more violent; he even started hurting the local animals. Worrying about her son's well being, she sent him to a mental institution. He got the help he needed with a subscription of medicine that'll keep him calm and repress his emotions but he now has a fear of hospitals, needles and pills.

The medicine he was taking helped him stay calm and repress his negative emotions but it also repressed his normal emotions. His mom made sure he took it everyday to make sure he doesn't revert back to his old self. He took interest in space stuff, old anime and painting throughout his teen years. He decided to go to an art college to get a degree in teaching art. But his relationship with his mom got rocky as he slowly started to look like his dad. A fight broke out between the two and some hurtful words were said. He decided to get a dorm and move out. When he moved out of his home, he cut all ties with mom even though she was still trying to apologize to him and stay in touch.

He was doing well in school; A and B student. All the teachers like him because he was so calm and well mannered. He was mentally well and still taking his medicine. Why was he still taking his medicine? He figured he didn't need to take the medicine since he was "ok" now and threw his medicine away. Afterwards, he started to get more annoyed with people and became more irritable. He had incredible head pains sometimes. It was like this 24/7. One night, he was thinking about reverting back to his medicine but his friend wanted to show him something. His friend learned about the dark web through another friend and wanted to explore it with Marquise. After getting all the requirements, they got in. This wasn't like your normal internet browsing. There were drug sites, hitman sites, hidden cameras, racist forums and many more. Marquise was getting bored and was about to leave but his friend clicked on a link that caught his attention. It was a streaming gore site. They clicked on a few streams, watching each victim cry, plead, bleed and scream. The friend was disgusted but Marquise was a total opposite. He was intrigued by seeing people this way. Seeing them so vulnerable, forgetting their morals and getting used like they're like nothing. He couldn't help himself but got hard from the streams.

After his friend showed him, he started to go there by himself. Every night when his roommate leaves, he would visit the sites and watch every stream that was available. He would occasionally masturbate to the streams. He didn't have any sexual urges when he was taking the medicine so this is kicking it to high gear. His gore addiction was getting so bad that it started to affect his grades since he was staying up all night watching them. His old urges started to come back to him; he wanted to do the same thing the streamers were doing to those girls. After a while of planning and thinking about who to choose, he decided to choose his girlfriend at the time which he wasn't really into. His first victim was his girlfriend, Ailana. The police noticed she went missing and interviewed Marquise but there was no evidence to pinpoint him.

[whumpndump]

Wayback - [Old Dog Old Tricks]

Based on this post

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Google: History: Today: "prettyboybreaking".

Sigh.

Leo leant back in his desk chair, the old leather creaking, and stared at the ceiling above his and Wren's shared PC.

When he'd come home from work that day the man had noticed Wren acting more skittish than usual. He'd nearly jumped out of his skin when Leo unlocked and opened their front door, and while talking to him about his day the boy didn't make eye contact with him once. Those flitting eyes were hiding something, he was sure of it.

His main clue was the low hum coming from the small side room he'd deemed their office space. Wren rarely used the computer, the boy's technophobia keeping him distant from it, so his suspicions were instantly raised. Approaching the couch Wren was currently sitting on, the man leaned over the back to speak to him.

"Heya songbird, what were you using the computer for?" Leo asked, as casually as he could muster. Wren bristled a little at the questioning, fidgeting with the tv remote in his hands.

"U-um, I was looking at… games?" He quavered, hoping that would suffice.

"...Alrighty then."

Leo dropped the conversation, to the visible relief of the boy he was interrogating. He had a feeling the truth to all this would only be found if he dropped himself to a new low; snooping through someone's browser history...

Which is why he was now here, head in his hands, trying to understand why Wren would want to dig up memories of his ordeal. His first instinct was to rush back through and ask him; why? Why was he trying to find information about the monster who tortured him for years? Why click on so many news articles detailing his hardships, plastered with pictures of him in such a vulnerable state?

Scrolling further into his search history revealed things that made Leo's stomach twist in anger and disgust: articles discussing if the whole situation was a hoax, web pages dedicated to archiving clips from the original prettyboybreaking website, forums where strangers mocked Wren and discussed if he actually deserved it?

The sound of the mouse's plastic beginning to crack under his white-knuckle grip snapped Leo back into reality. Taking a few deep breaths, the man cleared the browsing history in a few swift clicks, before turning off the computer properly.

He thought back to his own past, mere weeks after his escape, alone and terrified, sitting at a library's computer. His shaking fingers had typed in his master's name, to no avail. "Conan" was simply too vague a search term. Adding "pets" simply caused cute pictures of dogs to show up, which sent him spiraling. He had no evidence of his experience except his memories and his scars, it had made him feel delusional. He needed to know it was real. He needed to feel acknowledged.

He supposed Wren also had his own complex reasons for searching these things. He'd talk to him about it later. For now, he decided they'd both had a long day, and went to make them both a cup of hot cocoa.

[krakenshaped]

Or Judai! I'd be cool with Judai too! (< person who sent manjoume for the character ask game)

Judai too!!! Let's go let's go!!!

First Impression: So like funny story. I first saw Judai when I was 10 and obsessed with 5Ds and god I HATED him LOL I thought he was so arrogant and annoying, I just could not STAND this boy. I don't know if younger me would adore me because I own the core rose dragon deck or slap me across the face for liking Jaden Yuki. "BLUH" younger me cried. "JADEN? I HATE JADEN! JADEN WILL NEVER BE AS GOOD AS YUSEI! YUSEI IS THE BEST PROTAG AND 5DS IS THE BEST SHOW!" I was so goofy when I was a kid.

Impression now: in late 2021, I watched yugioh gx and read the manga. At first I was pissed because I still believed in 5Ds supremacy. I believed in Yusei and Yusei only. But then I got like a couple of episodes in. And man. Watching Judai just have fun was so NICE!! Watching his friendship with Bastion especially and watching his relationship with his friends grow and watching him learn and go on silly adventures in season 1 was just FUN. Judai is fun and that's why I like him, GX could trick you into thinking school is fun because with Judai as a protagonist, everything does feel fun! And it makes me happy. He is also my son!! He's very hard to dislike and very hard to hate and he's a really interesting character to analyse.

[LONG DUMBASS RAMBLE AHEAD]

A lot of GX's subtle storytelling in season 1 foreshadows a lot about Judai's life and its interesting seeing it piece all together in season 3. The fact that Judai doesn't have a lot of memories of his childhood and the fact he doesn't go home at all kind of suggests from the start that he at some point has experienced some kind of trauma and that he's most likely a latchkey kid (which isn't too uncommon in Japan). Additionally, watching his mental health decline and seeing him self destruct while trying to keep up with his hero complex is painful but also feels surprisingly real. I mentioned it briefly in Manjoume's ask but Judai in a way perfectly encapsulates the ups and downs of adolescence - depicted through his complicated relationship with his friend circle, his implied romance with Johan, the build up of all his stress and ultimately his downfall. And that's just why I love him!! He's a tornado of emotions and a ball of energy. He runs into every new adventure, whisking the audience away with him and giving us insight in his wins, his loses, his mistakes and how he rectifies them. A lot of characters do get sidelined in GX but at the end of the day, GX is in a weird way about growing up and its through Jaden we see that happen. It almost makes me emotional seeing him in season 4 because you can tell that the events that have happened have changed him and he's no longer that silly kid that played baseball with his best friends or gambled for sandwiches during lunch. The events in the series have permanently changed him and he's grown up.

You'll never be that kid again, but in the end you're still you. And as long as you find happiness in your own way, you don't ever need to be the same as the way you were. You have to just keep moving forward and do what's best for you.

Judai is wonderfully written and incredibly likable in his own silly way, and that's why he's my favourite protag.

.

OOF I WROTE TOO MUCH NEXT QUESTION

Favourite moment: I like the episode where he paints Bastion's bedroom :D I also like the scene where he forgives Yubel, made me emotional

Idea for a story: So many. Too many to write here.

Unpopular opinion: Idk if this is unpopular but I don't like when people limit Jaden's personality to being obsessed with duel monsters. He has other hobbies! He plays all sorts of sports, plays video games, likes to fish, browses web forums, etc. (Not aimed at anyone in particular naturally, just a pet peeve of mine)

Favourite relationship: Oughh I like Spiritshipping... but I also like Gx Rivalshipping... But I also like Heroshipping... platonic fiance is my favourite thing too... his relationship with Bastion is also heavily slept on... but also his complex friendship with Syrus and how Hassleberry looks up to him and how codependency (not necessarily romantically) is explored through his relationship with Yubel...

Man Judai ROCKS

Favourite headcanon: That boy has the tism!! He's filled with autism!! I hc he's gay too but tbh it's suggested so hard in the show it might as well be canon. I also hc he collects blu-ray and dvd sets of movies, his favourite cartoons and famous duel matches. Aspec Judai is p rad too

[deviantartdramahub]

https://web.archive.org/web/20231214171443/https://www.deviantart.com/forum/devart/general/2715481

Thank god PhoenixLeo was fired from his mod duties (seen in the comments) due to reasons discussed at https://www.tumblr.com/deviantartdramahub/735863559534280704/so-i-was-viewing-the-deviantart-forums-today?source=share and in the links in the links in the links. That isn't the part I wanted to talk about though.

Reading his comment, something strikes the reader as odd. How do you end up with a post by the site that doesn't mention a mod change, how do they not see that YetAnotherArtist99 is an admitted ban evader with a nasty attitude towards those who point this out as https://www.deviantart.com/comments/18/2713857/5099764527 shows, and how does a (former) mod end up having such an oddly specific list of "mentions" with only the most toxic members? If I didn't know better, I'd say the answer is simple and that he was never actually a mod, as who can find it possible to read the comments at https://web.archive.org/web/20231213154926/https://www.deviantart.com/forum/devart/general/2715163 in all their rule-breaking glory and the people.

Between that, glorification of drunkenness as https://www.tumblr.com/deviantartdramahub/730363082642259968/deviantart-discover-the-largest-online-art?source=share mentions, targeted harassment by the same champion member as https://www.deviantart.com/comments/4/53159822/4952144910 and http://www.deviantart.com/comments/18/2654542/4952111802 and https://www.deviantart.com/comments/18/2704924/5075463300 and http://www.deviantart.com/comments/18/2674299/4993928468 and https://www.reddit.com/r/Aretheytheasshole/comments/vne7hd/comment/ie95f1h/?utm_source=reddit&utm_medium=web2x&context=3 and https://www.deviantart.com/comments/18/2715128/5102873077 and https://web.archive.org/web/20230820151533/https://www.deviantart.com/comments/18/2706213/5079347771 and the response to the post at https://www.tumblr.com/deviantartdramahub/736087682251390976/youve-got-to-be-kidding-me-theres-this-girl?source=share mention, the replies at https://www.tumblr.com/deviantartdramahub/725320591085830144/httpswwwdeviantartcomcomments1827054665077?source=share show when it talks about cancellation, the lies at https://www.deviantart.com/team/status-update/Recently-there-has-been-some-988718894 which stand in the face of plenty of evidence to the contrary as can be proven by browsing the DeviantArt subreddit, favoring Israel in the current Israel/Palestine war by turning its logo blue in October in honor of Israel, complete blunders like https://www.deviantart.com/forum/devart/general/2687185 and https://www.deviantart.com/comments/18/2640729/5001462364 show, the site selling its soul to AI art, and what https://www.reddit.com/r/DeviantArt/comments/11avtei/comment/j9v5w29/?utm_source=reddit&utm_medium=web2x&context=3 and https://www.reddit.com/r/polls/comments/vn5m9l/aita_for_getting_banned_on_a_website_because_i/ talk about, this has got to be the absolutely worst-staffed site of all time, hands down.

It's no secret when someone like them are planted into an unrightful position of power, which has been widespread. Fittingly, everyone new forum member you talk to will say the regulars are too rude to share a space with.

[crows-home]

Nobody asked but here are my thoughts about Infinite and the president’s sonadow fanclub because i haven’t stopped thinking about it for WEEKS and if I don’t get it out there I will implode.

More of a lighthearted, crack treated seriously type of thing.

So if we’re sticking with the main Sonic Forces timeline, i think that the jackal squad didn’t die or anything. They just got real beat up by Shadow and fired by Eggman as a result. the loss stings everyone’s pride, but none more than infinite.

He sees his team sulking for days and thinks “how can i embarrass Shadow the same way?” and Sonic is doing the whole Twitter Takeover with Eggman and Shadow and he’s like. Oh yeah. I’m gonna embarrass you all in front of so many people.

So the whole “a file called Sonadow.” thing plays out and it’s funny!! Infinite spent a few days searching for sonadow fanart and fanfiction around the web and compiled a folder and sends it to Eggman live. (and it’s surprisingly hard to find any sonadow content. apparantly its a rare thing.) He and his crew get a laugh out of it.

And then:

It’s like one of those things where you start doing something ironically. saying a phrase or doing a mannerism in the day as a joke. He’ll see a pepsi can and a coca cola can together and laugh and point and say “haha. sonadow.” and his crew will laugh too. He’ll find fanart and tag Shadow in it to annoy him.

Then I think this leads down a pipeline to him actually reading fanfiction and theories. “For fun,” he says.

“Look at this,” he says to Vanish, gesturing to his tablet screen. They’ve just collected a bounty in a snowy mountain and are taking a rest in their tent.

Vanish squints and reads over his shoulder. “What...”

“There’s a small community of people that genuinely believe Sonic and Shadow have a secret relationship and go out on cheesy dates.”

Vanish laughs in disbelief. “That’s crazy.”

Infinite nods, absently rubbing his knee because the cold makes his joint ache. “I know. I mean, if they were actually in a relationship they wouldn’t meet at a restaurant for a date. Obviously. These people don’t know anything.”

Vanish stares at him for a moment, but Infinite has continued scrolling.

“Whatever you say, boss...”

Anyway. Time passes and it’s. Not a joke anymore.

the more he reads, the deeper he gets, until one day he’s fully onboard like. “Woah, hang on. This actually makes a lot of sense. Are they really together? They have to be!”

I like to think he saw fics and art and scoffed like. “The characterization is so off.” and “He would never say that.” and “I bet I could do better.” so he starts creating his own stuff and putting it online. maybe he started with crack fics and his team just smiled awkwardly when anything was brought up because. well, Infinite is still a damn good leader and his hobbies aren’t really hurting anyone.

but infinite is really miffed because no one will take him seriously!! like, his crew is not as invested in this as he is and whenever he gets a good conversation going with someone online, they either move on from “sonadow” really quickly or they have a different view on their relationship than he does.

until he’s browsing forums and notices a single user that has been posting continuously since like. almost 2001???

so he hits up the user “Sonadowfan1″ and they talk EXTENSIVELY and holy shit. It’s like he and this person are on the same wavelength. this person GETS IT.

Sonadowfan1: I’ve believed in their relationship almost since day 1

User69420: Wow, you were there since the beginning?

Sonadwofan1: I was. And let me tell you, the way they worked together, the way their chemistry works, I have never met another pair of beings so closely intertwined. But they love to dance around each other.

User69420: Exactly! Did you see the clips of their time at the Olympics?

Sonadowfan1: I was there in the audience! It was quite something to see in person.

So Infinite has a new internet friend that he can share his ideas with. Sonadowfan1 recommends fanfiction and sends their favorite clips and they have some damn good taste since they’ve been around for a while.

Meanwhile Infinite’s crew is just happy he’s not coming to them every time he needs to vent his frustrations. They hear his phone ding and see him grinning a minute later, typing away like a kid.

Months pass and he and Sonadowfan1 decide to meet up. It’s the middle of the night, and Infinite is hesitant. But Sonadowfan1 insists that it’s the only time that he’s able to step away from his job. But he makes Infinite agree to come alone.

User69420: Why? What are you playing at?

Sonadowfan1: I have a very recognizable face. I trust that you won’t reveal my identity, but only you.

Infinite frowns. It’s a dumb statement, really. Infinite thinks he would sell this guy’s information for a price in a heartbeat. But, whatever gets him the meeting with the only other person that believes in this as much as he does- maybe even more.

“Should we...?”

Eclipse points to Infinite, who is getting ready to head out and meet with his online friend.

Rumble blinks. “You want me to stop him? He can handle himself. Let him get this out of his system or enjoy himself. At least it’s not affecting his work.”

And just. Long story short that’s how Infinite comes face to face with the fucking President of the United States. They agree to have monthly meetings. The pres shows Infinite his own Sonadow files and the picture he keeps on his desk. They go over their interactions and break them down, frame by frame.

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Just Peachy - George Weasley

Title: Just Peachy Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Pegging, male receiving oral, male fingering, slight fem!dom/sub!george, teasing, degradation. Seriously George takes it up the ass if you don’t like it don’t read it k thanks Summary: with the world wide web at his fingertips it’s only natural that George finds something new to try in the bedroom A/N: for the anon who wanted George getting pegged. Like I said in the warnings, George takes it up the ass so if that makes you uncomfy or you don’t like it don’t read! I’m also not tagging anyone as I don’t want to make anyone uncomfy or upset! Feedback is always welcome!

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Giving George a laptop and access to the internet turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. A curse because he quickly became obsessed with browsing the internet, and he spent most of his time scrolling away on reddit or with his headphones on, watching some random YouTube video. He could chatter on for hours about a thread he found on reddit or a meme he discovered when browsing on Instagram and once he discovered how to order things off of amazon it got even worse. At least once a day a package containing some random gismo or trinket arrived at the doorstep of their shared flat, and George would excitedly rip open the box and use whatever was inside for a few minutes before jumping back on his computer to order more useless crap.

But his newfound love of the internet was also a blessing. George had figured out how to connect his laptop to the tv in his and Y/N’s bedroom, and every night before falling asleep they would cuddle together in bed, watching some tv program or film on Netflix. Along with George’s obsession with shopping for useless gadgets, he’d started to pick things up for Y/N as well. It was never anything big, a box of her favorite chocolates, a candle he thought she’d enjoy the smell off, a new pair of fuzzy socks for her to wear around the flat in the winter. Just anything he saw that made him think of her.

George’s new love of the internet also did wonders for their sex life, something Y/N welcomed happily.

Along with the random cute presents George started ordering for Y/N, he also started ordering some sexy ones as well. Her wardrobe is now dripping in different sets of lingerie and her underwear drawer is filled to the brim with lace clad panties. Their sex toy collection has nearly doubled in size, with toys for them to use together or on their own being added to the mix. And thanks to George’s Pornhub premium subscription, they’ve tested out some new positions and kinks in the bedroom as well. Some were only a one time thing, others have become a permanent part of their intimate moments, but everything has been pleasurable, nonetheless. It’s made their relationship stronger and helped George ask for things he never thought he’d want, even those that may be a tad unconventional.

-

George clears his throat as he tugs Y/N closer to his side, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. He can tell she’s close to drifting off to sleep by the way her chest is moving with slow deep breaths and he knows he’ll never get the chance to ask the question that’s been burning on the tip of his tongue for weeks if he doesn’t do it now. “You ever heard of pegging?” he asks into the quiet of their bedroom.

“Like clothes pegs? The things you use to hang your washing up with?” Y/N mumbles sleepily into his chest.

George chuckles and he can feel some of his nerves easing away. “No, it’s like a sex thing.”

“Like putting clothes pegs on your nipples? Sounds kinda hot,” Y/N teases, turning so she can look up at George. “Though I imagine the splinters would be a nightmare to get out.”

“Not quite,” George responds, biting his lip. “It’s, um. This thing where. The girl wears this thing, a strapon, and um. Uses it to. Ya know, fuck the guy.” George’s cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and he looks up at the ceiling to avoid Y/N’s gaze.

“Oh,” she responds quietly, reaching up to cup one of George’s cheeks. She rubs the flushed skin with her thumb soothingly, waiting for him to relax into her touch before she continues. “Is that something you’re interested in? Something you want me to do to you?”

“I. Um. Uh. Yes, I think so. Only if you want to,” George babbles nervously, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

Y/N grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers before bringing it down so she can press a few kisses to the back of his hand. “Georgie, look at me.” When George finally looks back down at her Y/N smiles softly and squeezes his hand. “You never have to be embarrassed about this kinda stuff with me George. If you wanna try it, we’ll try it. Simple as that.”

George leans down to kiss Y/N briefly. “Just didn’t want you to think I was weird or something.”

“Of course I think you’re weird,” Y/N teases, kissing him again. “But there’s loads of other reasons for that, and none of them have to do with your sexual preferences. There’s no shame here, love. I’ll do some research and then we’ll get down into it, yeah?”

“You’re the best, you know that?” George compliments, settling back into the pillows.

Y/N hums as her eyes flutter closed, letting the sound of George’s heartbeat lull her to sleep. “Damn right.”

-

Over the next few days Y/N spends every ounce of free time she has browsing different forums and websites, trying to find out all she can to make sure the experience is as pleasurable for the both of them as possible. She watches far more porn than she ever thought she would, spends hours searching on various sex toy websites to find the perfect strapon and she does more research on lube than any person should ever do in their lives.

Y/N keeps everything a secret from George until the day they’d decided would be best to try for the first time. They choose a Friday, that way George will have time to recover from any soreness before he’s expected to be back at work and if they both find it enjoyable, possibly do it again.

While George is at work Y/N decides to grab the strapon from where she’d been hiding it in the back of the closet, so she can clean it off one last time and figure out how to properly strap it to her body, so she doesn’t have to fumble with it later. The harness she’d chosen has a part that settles into her slit, with ridges and bumps that’ll drag across her clit with every thrust. A shiver runs down her spine as the cool leather wraps around her skin and she tightens the straps, adjusting them so they fit tight on her hips and thighs.

“This is kinda hot,” Y/N mumbles as she stares down at the dildo resting at attention in between her thighs. It’s flesh colored and slightly curved, and it’s about 7 inches long and moderately thick. She wraps her hand around it, slowly moving her wrist as if she’s jacking off. “Fucking hell,” she groans as the ridges on the strap brush her clit, her hips jerking forward. Y/N wraps her hand around the base and grabs her phone off of the bathroom counter, snapping a picture to send to George.

Can’t wait to have you begging for my cock xx

George takes his phone out when he feels it vibrate in his pocket, figuring its Y/N sending him a sweet message. Ever since she taught him how to text a few months ago she’s started sending him little things throughout the day while they’re apart. Usually it’s a text to let him know she’s thinking about him or sometimes it’s a meme or a video she found that she figures he’d enjoy too.

So, when he opens his phone and is met with a picture of her hand wrapped around the dildo Y/N plans on fucking him with later his cheeks immediately turn bright red as he nearly drops his phone on the ground. His cock twitches in his trousers and he has to grip the counter in front of him and take a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down. That image is going to be imbedded in his brain for the rest of the day, and he has no idea how he’s supposed to make it through the next few hours knowing what’s waiting for him at home.

“You alright?” Fred asks as he comes out of the back, taking in George’s flushed appearance.

George hums and nods, locking his phone and shoving it back in his pocket. “Yep. Just peachy.”

Fred gives him a look but doesn’t say anything more, and George sighs in relief, deciding to go help some customers to keep his mind off of Y/N.

-

“God damn,” George pants as Y/N grinds down in his lap, his grip on her hips tightening and his head tilting back to give her more room to bite at his neck.

After dinner and some more talking about what the rest of their evening will look like, Y/N lead George to the bedroom to get started. They had stood in the middle of their bedroom for what felt like hours, just kissing softly as they gently undressed each other. Once they were both down to nothing, but their underwear George settled in the middle of their bed with his back against the headboard, while Y/N straddled his waist and started to grind down against him. Now a few minutes later, George is fully hard in his boxers while Y/N continues to grind on him, her lips attacking his neck and one of her hands tugging at his hair while the other pinches and rolls his nipples.

“Feel good?” Y/N teases, twisting the nipple in her hand. George lets out a loud moan and Y/N can feel George’s cock twitch against her. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she continues, kissing her way back up to George’s mouth. Y/N tugs on his hair as they kiss, just letting their mouths move together for a few moments. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, please,” George confirms with a nod. He can feel some nerves rumbling in his stomach still, but Y/N’s soothing voice and gentle hands have put him at ease. He hasn’t stopped thinking about this moment since he suggested pegging over a week ago, and the picture Y/N sent him has only  made him more excited. “Want you to fuck me, Y/N.”

A shiver runs down Y/N’s spine at George’s words, and she kisses him briefly. “Patience, love. We gotta get you ready first. I’m gonna go get dressed. Want you to take your boxers off and lay back on the middle of the bed, yeah?” Y/N kisses George once more as he nods, before getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom attached to their room.

The strapon and lube are already waiting on the bathroom counter, and Y/N takes a deep breath as she shimmies out of her panties and grabs the strapon. She decides to keep her lacy black bralette on, as it’s one of George’s favorites and Y/N knows seeing her in it drives him wild. Y/N secures the strapon like she did this afternoon, groaning as the nubs rub against her clit. She’s already fairly turned on just from the grinding and she can’t imagine it’ll take much for her to cum once she’s fucking into George. She looks at herself one last time in the mirror before grabbing the bottle of lube and heading back into their bedroom. George is completely naked now, laying back on the bed with his head propped up by their pillows so he can watch Y/N’s every move.

“God you’re gorgeous,” George groans as Y/N comes back into the room, his eyes raking over her body. The leather straps wrapped around her skin make her thighs look even more divine, and his mouth waters as he takes notice of the dildo jutting out from between her thighs. “This is way hotter than I thought it would be.”

Y/N giggles as she settles on the bed between George’s legs, tossing the lube onto the bed next to him. “Yeah? You like my cock?” she teases as she hovers over George, attaching her lips to the base of his throat. She thrusts her hips against George slowly, letting the dildo drag against his cock.

George gasps as the dildo drags across his warm skin, a shiver running down his spine. “Shit that’s cold.”

“Sorry, baby,” Y/N apologizes as her lips start to trail down his chest towards his nipples. She lets her hot breath just barely breeze across one before she flicks at it with her tongue. George lets out a low moan, prompting her to give his other nipple the same treatment.

“It’s okay. Felt good,” George stutters out as Y/N takes one of his nipples into her mouth. He can feel the precum collecting on the tip of his cock dripping onto his stomach, and he thrusts his hips up, desperate for some friction.

“Gotta be patient, baby,” Y/N coos as she starts to kiss further down George’s body. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.” Y/N presses a kiss to the tip of George’s cock, pulling away when he groans and thrusts his hips up into her touch. “Don’t be naughty, George,” Y/N warns as she grabs the lube.

George licks his lips as he watches Y/N spread the lube on her fingers, his legs automatically opening a bit wider. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Better be,” Y/N responds as she tosses the lube aside again. She grabs the base of George’s cock with her clean hand, leaning down and sucking the tip between her lips as one of her fingers circles his entrance. She takes him down fully as she sinks the first finger into him, the noise he lets out going straight to her core.

“Oh,” George gasps as Y/N starts to bob her head on his cock, his brain focused on the way her finger feels as it moves inside of him. “Feels good,” George moans, grinding his hips down against her hand. “Feels different, but good.”

Y/N hums around George as she continues to suck his cock, the hand on the base of him twisting as she adds another finger alongside the first. She’d read many guides on the best way to prepare someone, and she moves slowly, wanting George to feel as good as possible.

Y/N works at opening up George for a few minutes, getting up to three fingers into him while her tongue teases the tip of his cock. His hips are rocking down against her hand feverishly, and little mewls are leaving his lips as his chest heaves with deep breathes.

“Fuck me please,” George begs as Y/N crooks her fingers inside of him, his hands fisting in the bed sheets. His whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he’s ready to move on to the next step.

Y/N pulls off of George’s cock and looks up at him, groaning at how beautiful he looks. His chest his flushed red and his hair is messy from his hands running through it. “Yeah, baby? You ready for me to ruin you with my cock?”

George chokes on a moan as Y/N pulls her fingers out of him, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly empty. “God yes, please. Need to feel you inside of me. Wanna be full of your cock, Y/N.”

“Such a desperate little cock slut and I haven’t even fucked you yet, baby,” Y/N teases as she lubes up the dildo. She lets out a quiet moan as she strokes it, the little nubs and ridges on the harness giving her some much needed relief on her aching pussy. “You remember the safe word, right baby?”

George nods, a whimper falling from his lips as Y/N presses the tip of the dildo against his entrance. “I remember, yes,” he confirms, taking in a few shaky breaths.

Y/N grabs one of George’s knees, pushing his leg to the side to give her more room. “You ready, baby? Ready for me to fuck you with my cock? Turn you into a little cock whore?”

“Please,” George begs. He’s rock hard against his stomach and he’s desperate for Y/N to finally sink into him. “Oh my fuck,” George moans as Y/N’s hips push forward slowly, not stopping until the dildo is in him completely and the leather straps are digging into the backs of his thighs.

Y/N rubs George’s hips soothingly, watching his face contort into some mixture of pleasure and pain. “You doing okay, Georgie? Talk to me baby.”

George slowly pushes his hips down against Y/N, a moan falling from his mouth at the sensation. It burns slightly, but in an amazing way, and George feels full in a way he never has before. “Feels so fucking good,” he whines, pushing his hips down against Y/N’s in a steady pace. “Need you to move, Y/N fuck. Please. So full of you, so full of your cock.”

“Fucks sake,” Y/N moans as she starts to move her hips, slowly pulling out of George before she fucks back into him. The noise George lets out as she starts to fuck him goes right to her core, and the feeling of the nubs rubbing against her clit prompts her to slam back into George harder. “You like the way I fuck you, Georgie? Like how my big cock stretches you out?”

“Merlin, yes,” George moans as Y/N starts to move faster one of his hands coming down to stroke his cock in time with her thrusts. “Love the way you fuck me, Y/N. Feels better than I ever thought it would.” George wraps one of his hands around his thigh, pulling his legs up to his chest. The new angle allows for Y/N to fuck into him deeper, and he lets out a long whine as the tip of the dildo finally brushes his sweet spot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there Y/N please,” he begs, as he tips his head back against the pillows.

“Such a fucking slut, baby,” Y/N teases as she starts to fuck into George harder. The bumps and ridges on the harness brush against her clit roughly, and she can feel her wetness dripping down onto her thighs. George looks absolutely ethereal, and it does nothing but push her closer to her own orgasm. His chest is red and covered in a sheen of sweat and the noises falling from his mouth are going right to her core.

George groans as the tip of the dildo brushes his sweet spot with every one of Y/N’s thrusts, and he releases his cock so he can grab his other thigh and bring his leg up to his chest, allowing Y/N to somehow fuck into him even deeper. “Only for you, Y/N. Love being your cock slut.”

“That’s right, baby. My little slut.” Y/N can feel her orgasm approaching, and she wraps her hand around George’s cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts, her thumb rubbing over the tip and spreading his precum down the shaft to make her hand slide easier. “Fuck, George. ‘M gonna cum. Come on, baby. Be a good little cock slut and cum on my cock.”

Y/N’s hand on his cock pushes George over the edge, and he can feel his walls clench around the dildo as he cums, pleasure rolling through his body. Her name leaves his mouth in a loud shout as he shoots his seed all over Y/N’s hand and his own stomach.

“Fuck, George,” Y/N moans as her own orgasm washes over her, the rhythm of her hips stuttering as the pleasure rockets through her body. She releases George’s cock as soon as it stops twitching, letting her hips slow to a gentle roll before pulling out of George completely.

George releases his legs and lets them fall back against the bed, inhaling slowly as he tries to catch his breath. “Fucking Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

Y/N giggles as she crawls up George’s body, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Glad you liked it, because it was so fucking hot, George. Like so unbelievably hot.” She kisses George again, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “I’ll be right back, yeah? Gonna grab something to clean you up.”

Y/N comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later back in the panties she’d taken off earlier, with a washcloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She hands George the water with a smile as she settles between his thighs.

“Thanks, love,” George murmurs before taking a sip, nearly chocking as Y/N runs the warm washcloth along his bum. “Could have given a guy some warning,” he teases through his coughing fit.

“Sorry, love,” Y/N giggles as she wipes up his stomach. Once George is clean Y/N tosses the washcloth on the floor for them to deal with later, before crawling back up the bed. “So, feel good?”

George places the empty glass on his bedside table before pulling Y/N into a deep kiss. “My arse is a little sore but other than that yes, incredible.”

“I’ve got some salve you can use tomorrow if you want. Figured it might come in handy.” Y/N pulls back the covers so she and George can get into bed, letting him pull her onto his chest. “I love you, George.”

George chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “I love you too, Y/N. Thank you for not thinking I’m a weirdo.”

“I told you,” Y/N muses with a laugh as George grabs his wand, giving it a flick so the lights in their room turn off. “I absolutely think you’re a weirdo, a weirdo who looks super fucking hot cumming on my cock.”

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week: 2021-03-01

First Monday of the Month. My boss just quit at work which means I'm now the only formally trained engineer left who has any particular specialization in embedded systems. This week is going to be a doozy.

I also wrote a Very Long set of media updates because I’ve been consuming some stuff that makes me think a lot. Never a good sign.

Listening: I spent all of Saturday playing Minecraft after talking with some friends about it during the week on IRC. Practicing what I preach with regards to my Large Biome Supermacy policy, which does involve a lot of walking. Hence, I started catching up on The Adventure Zone: Graduation again, I'm like ten episodes behind.

https://maximumfun.org/episodes/adventure-zone/the-adventure-zone-graduation-ep-32-by-a-haircut/

I don't really enjoy Travis' DM'ing style. It's very loose and he has a tendency to let players run wild without much structure which is a tricky thing to handle. He does a lot of worldbuilding and character design but doesn't seem to plan much in the way of arcs. That pays off sometimes (returning to the school to realize they broke a promise they made a few sessions earlier and had to deal with consequences, for example) and when it does, it’s really good, but it's finnicky. I know DM's who can do that, but, well, actually I know One Single DM who can do that well and she's absurdly smart.

Reading: Still on Worm, I just got past chapter 8 or so now. It lives in my phone browser so I've mostly been reading it whenever I get some spare time, which is a good sign. If a book doesn't grab me I need to really settle down in a quiet space to avoid getting distracted, but I can read Worm while someone else is on the phone in the same room.

It is a story with a lot of very well-conveyed feelings and events. It's very easy to imagine yourself in it. Characters actually act like they care about what they're doing, I feel like writing this took a lot of care to keep everyone on model.

There's also a certain care given to the superpowers that you'd usually only see in forum posts arguing about an actual superhero story. Everyone always likes to argue about how far you can push a superpower: can you use teleporting to fly? What prevents a speedster from catching fire in the air? Where does the energy for a  pyrokinetic ability come from? Worm takes these and runs with them as a way to make absolutely any fight become a series of gambits relying on whether a power can or cannot be used to perform some high-stakes trick.

The world certainly has some underpinning contrivances to explain why no one gets killed very often but I've always considered nitpicking the base contrivances of a setting silly, because that's precisely what they are: contrived, in order to allow the rest of the story to flow from there. Like arguing about Omega’s abilities in the famous thought experi-*I am dragged off stage by the ratblr police for making a by now extremely stale joke*

Watching: I came and edited this section in like an hour before this posts because I keep on forgetting to put it in. I don’t really like watching TV and with my parents stuck at home in Pandemic Times it’s how they pass the time.

I did finish S3 of the Good Place. It’s very funny. I’m glad I’m watching it and I’m going to have to go find S4 because ZA Netflix doesn’t have it for whatever reason. It feels a little like it was written by Phillip Pullman if Phillip Pullman was a comedy TV writer.

I also really enjoyed the PBS Spacetime video about how time causes gravity. Love when an explanation of concepts is good enough that you drawn the conclusion on your own.

Playing: Visual Novel Hell plus Minecraft.

I spent approximately seven hours in Minecraft over two days. I tend to hop in and out of games for 1-2 hours at a time but there's a handful that can suck me in for an entire day. Minecraft, Warframe, Horizon Zero Dawn, Night in the Woods. Bastion, to a lesser extent. I end up avoiding them because I don't like loosing entire days, but I wasn't really planning on doing anything this weekend anyways.

Minecraft was mostly a long-ass trek to find a saddle, because as previously mentioned, I enjoy playing it with Large Biomes for the sense of scale.

I also completed Act 3 of Psycholonials and Eliza.

Psycholonials is odd. It is doing the thing that Hussie does where it dances around what's ostensibly the story to carry out the actual story. You get used to the trope after your first encounter but it still makes you wonder when the other shoe will drop, and of course, there's no reason it ever has to. The story may remain in suspended animation behind the every growing mess of narrative red tape tying the B-plot together.

Stories about Social Media have no well established norms. I think I might pick up Feed by M. T. Anderson and also perhaps Hank Green's books sometime. See what context they set that in.

Eliza is frustrating to me. It's a game for programmers, by programmers, about programmers. I'm friends with a lot of Capital P Programmers, the types who go to university and get sniped for developer positions at Seattle or Silicon Valley tech companies and who make great and terrible things and then warn you about the deep problems that underpin the slowly rolling ball of venture capital and bloated technology that is the tech industry. But at the same time, it makes me feel like I've burnt out on that conceptually before I even went in. It’s a whole other world that I’m familiar with but very distant from. In fact, that’s kinda how I feel about Psycholonials too. I’m familiar with the social media rat race but I also don’t go there. Parallels!

My cousins (who are halfway to Capital P Programmers, only so much you can do halfway around the world from silicon valley) warned me not to go into CS, because it would bore me, and that's a non-trivial part of why I'm in Engineering. They gave the same advice about Biology and Physics, without that I may have ended up in Microbiology. it’s not my domain, but because of how Engineering is going, you end up a lot closer to programmers than you think. I found out the other day that most of the software developers on my team have no formal tertiary qualifications, which is accepted in CS but of course, right out when it comes to engineering. It’s a whole other world that I kinda expected to skip around. I might go into this another time, since this post is already getting long.

Making: I haven’t done any engineering scicomm posts on here in a while so I started a few blank drafts and finally got one off the ground. With some luck I’ll have that ready this week. What’s it about? Not saying! It might change!

I’ve been doing layout for a custom keyboard, I need to call a laser cutting place and find out what their kerf requirements are so I can adjust the path accordingly. Wouldn’t do to burn a couple hundred rand on an oversized part, I’m paying for this, not my employer like the other times I’ve done laser cutting, so I’m probably not going to spring for getting one of their designers to check my design. At some point I should CAD up a chassis, but at the same time I might just buy some wood and go ham with a router once I get the plates cut.

Computers Slot: I got WeeChat set up properly on my desktop, which technically was just a matter of getting my SSH keys moved over. It’s taking me forever to move in to Cinnabar, in part because Stibnite lost her boot partition and I haven’t bothered to fix it.

So here’s a pitch for WeeChat as a good quality Terminal UI IRC Client. Many of my closest friends live there and it has a good set of tools to help me keep in touch.

WeeChat is very configurable but with perfectly sane defaults, I didn’t configure it for years. The UI is smarter and less arcane than something like irssi, and if you enable mouse support it can be downright modern. Running it remotely like this limits some features but as long as you don’t mind jumping through a few hoops to do filesharing, IRC is really great like this.

One of the big ones is the ability to do that double-pane thing, I can keep an eye on two channels at once (really as many as I can cram on my screen, but usually two) which is great when you want to browse channels while talking in your home channel.

It also has a good array of remote access tools, from what I’m running up there, just weechat running on my server inside tmux connected over mosh for low-latency SSH, to weechat-relay, a relay protocol built in to weechat. At the moment relay only supports android phones and the glowingbear web client, but I’ve never really looked around since both of those cover all my needs. Easily one of the best ways to get IRC on a modern mobile device, barring maybe IRCCloud.

[riveroiyv822]

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Slayers Artober Day 20: Modern AU

Title: Filia vs the Internet (Monster-Fuckers) Genre: Comedy Characters: Filia, Xelloss Rating: M Words: 1267

It was the start of a relatively peaceful day as Filia sat in the computer room of her home. She had been browsing the internet, doing her dailies and such. While going through her favorite sites, she couldn’t help but reminisce when she first got on the web. She was so green back then, not even knowing how useful (and sometimes disturbing) it was. Still, she managed to overcome such obstacles and felt like a pro using it now.

As Filia was checking up on her email, she noticed that an internet friend had messaged her link for a webcomic. She was delighted, immediately clicking on it. The first few pages were… Interesting. It was like a romantic confession scene between a human girl and some squid-headed being. The comic wasn’t in Filia’s tastes yet she couldn’t help but continue on reading it. A couple of pages later, she cast a glance at the two ‘NEXT>’ links underneath, one of them labeled [NSFW].

The dragon had remembered that this was an acronym for ‘not-safe-for-work’. Which for some reason, it did not mean for unsafe working conditions. As she recalled, it was more towards the deviant side of the internet. The ones who showcased more explicit stuff on the web. Staring at the link a little bit more, Filia let out a light chuckle and said, “Like I ever click on that.”

Unfortunately, her finger misclicked on the ‘not-safe-for-work’ link. And after it loaded, she gazed upon the page long enough to let an unsettling feeling sink in.

���AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

-----

Xelloss and Val, who were sitting in the kitchen, heard Filia’s cries echoed to the room. They remained in their chairs, unfazed as they continued to do nothing but listened. Once the screaming had died down, Xelloss glanced over at Val and said, “Seems she’s energetic this morning.”

“Yup.” Val nodded before drinking from a cup.

The two continued to sit idly at the table, enjoying the peace and quiet. At least until Filia yelled out, “XELLOSS! Get in here now!”

Xelloss’ head perked up at hearing his name before looking back at Val. “Well, might as well see what’s she’s up to.”

Getting up, the Mazoku made his way towards the computer room, a bit curious on why Filia had called him. Once there, he entered in to see a terrified Filia huddling in one of the corners. He could feel the delicious horror emitting from her trembling body. His gaze then turned to the computer screen where he saw the cursed image. After a while, he finally said, “Ah, I see. You seem to have discovered that niche of humans who are into monsters and the like. Don’t worry though. There are some who are much tamer than this.”

“I don’t care about that!” Filia got up and waved her arms. “I want to know why a human would want to be with such an abomination?!”

Xelloss placed a hand on his chest, looking distraught. “Why, Miss Filia, I thought you wouldn’t be so callous.”

“… Eh?” Filia stared at him with confusion.

“I mean, society itself has certainly change from the archaic ways. It’s now much more accepting on relationships between different races. To be so intolerant on such a thing, Miss Filia, I thought you were better than-!”

“I’M NOT BEING INTOLERANT!” Filia yelled at the top of her lungs. “I just don’t get why any human would be so… Open about these kinds of fantasies.”

Xelloss shrugged. “Who knows? Humans themselves seem to have a large variety of reasons, ranging from mild to explicit. And they aren’t picky on the creatures either. There are some who find your race appealing, Miss Filia.”

Filia shuddered, again questioning to herself on this. Sure, she would go out with a human if they were nice and all. But she didn’t want to be fetishized in that manner. She huddled in her chair until she heard Xelloss said, “Although… I think your race has it better than us Mazokus.”

“Eh?” Filia looked over at him, tilting her head. He didn’t say anything else, more opting to wave his hand to show he wanted the keyboard. She obliged, watching him type up a web address before hitting the enter button.

Soon after, the screen showed a webpage with the titled, “Dark Den of Monster-Lovers”. Filia scrolled down, seeing several forums amid lesser demon gifs. She then heard Xelloss coughed from behind her.

“As you can see, there are humans who find the Mazoku race appealing. As such, this is one of many websites dedicated to us. Though…” Xelloss scratched the side of his face. “It’s mostly just them finding old depictions of us and discussing how far they would do it.”

The dragon’s mouth agape as she continued to scroll through the page. Indeed, there were several threads with titles such as “Found Sexy Pic of Dolphin’s Minion” and “Which Dark Lord would you Sleep with?”. Her face kept getting redder while she gazed upon the cursed page.

After a while, she looked back at Xelloss with a shaken expression. “… Do the other Mazoku know about this?”

“Oh yes,” Xelloss answered jauntily, “Even the Dark Lords know about these websites. Lord Beastmaster usually checks on them to see where she ranks and having a good laugh.”

Filia felt her stomach churned, thinking about how his lord was taking this in such stride. Then again, she wouldn’t put it past her considering how she was so blasé. She glanced back, skimming through the titles. Then, she found one that was titled, “Saw an Actual Mazoku Named Xelloss”. With momentary pause, she stared at the link before finally clicking on it and reading:

‘DarknessSeeker98: Hey! I recently came across an actual Mazoku on my way home last night.’ ‘ActualCoolDude: Sweet! What were they like? Sexy?’ ‘DarknessSeeker98: Well, his human form was pretty okay… But his true form was a cone.’ ‘Dolphins_Plaything237: Wait… Like a cone-cone or was it like something else?’ ‘DarknessSeeker98: No, it was definitely a cone. Like this:’ 

Then, the post showed a picture of Xelloss’ form which was a hastily-drawn scribble of a cone. The rest of the thread afterwards was a flurry of comments about this discovery. Some were in disbelief that a Mazoku would have a cone for their form. But the rest were how they would do him like that, some even saying things about it being phalanx-shape.

Filia’s eye twitched, turning her attention back to Xelloss. He shrugged it off. Going back, she was about to close the site before seeing a related link titled, “Very Hot Shabranigdo Pic”. Her mind tried to resist that curious urge. But she ultimately clicked it.

‘Radomizer325_90: Hey! Check out this pic of Ruby Eye I found.’

Under that was an old picture of the Dark Lord, depicted as a menacingly crab-like being. Filia, being the idiot that she was at the moment, scrolled down to the next post.

‘UltaRubyFan: Yea, I’d still fuck him.’

That was pretty much the final nail as the dragon became stone-faced. While the awkward silence loomed over the room, she slowly got up from her chair and headed towards the door. Xelloss watched her with a raised eyebrow. He finally chimed, “Shall I delete this from your user history then?”

Filia said nothing, opening the door and walking out of the room entirely. As the door shut in front of him, the Mazoku decided on doing so anyway. He also considered configurating the parental controls a little more. For certain, she wouldn’t want to have this kind of experience again.

[krypteretnetwork]

Camp NanoWrimo April 2021: Day 11

Word count: 1081 (11563 total)

    Alleos sat outside alone, letting her emotions flow for a good half hour or so. Her mind had been racing with thoughts; what was going on in the previous world? How many more times was this to happen? Or would that have been the only time? If that was only the beginning, then what would happen in every other world she’d be bound to leave?

    Why her? Could this be some sort of payback for her even establishing Alleos in the first place? If that was the case, then she would…

    No.

    She snapped out of her thoughts as the door to the deck opened, and Kukkamuna came running out. Lifting her head from her lap, she let out a choked sob as she pet the puppy, having completely forgotten that someone had to have opened the door in order for the puppy to have even gotten outside.

    The second he heard the sob, however, he rushed to the micronation’s side. Setting his cup of coffee on the table, he pulled her into an embrace. “Oh dear, oh dear… just let it out. I’ll be here.”

    Alleos gasped as Finland pulled her into a hug, and she felt her eyes burn with even more tears. “Shit…” she mumbled, wiping her eyes and nose with her hand. “I’m sorry… no, it’s okay… just… do your thing.”

    Her words made Finland jolt, and he just gave her a squeeze. “I’m not going to leave you like this, Alleos…! I don’t know what prompted this, and you don’t need to tell me. But please, let it out. You bottle things up way too much as it is…”

    “But I’ve been letting it out for a while now,” she huffed a bit, which was a futile attempt to laugh the situation off.

    Rubbing her back, the Finn shook his head. “Don’t try to laugh this off… These emotions are normal. It’s okay…”

    It was with those words, assuring and gentle, that Alleos felt all of those pent up emotions begin to flow again. It was slower than it had been before; hell she’d stopped crying fifteen minutes ago, but she was still evidently very overwhelmed. It wasn’t until her sobs slowly reduced to sniffles, which then reduced to nothing that he pulled away, brushing some of the hair from her face. She rubbed her eyes and looked away sheepishly, her gaze trailing over to the table.

    “...Coffee’s probably cold now.” It was evident that she was desperate to change the subject, to which the Finn happily complied with. She seemed as though she was doing better already.

    Finland let out a little laugh in response. “Oh, don’t you worry. It’s not the worst thing to ever happen. You stay out here, I’ll go make some more.”

~~~

    And so the morning went smoothly. Or, at least, as smoothly as it could have gone. Finland made it a point to stay with Alleos until she finally decided that she was going to have some alone time- which he respected, but it only made him that much more anxious.

As he settled down on the couch and pulled the table that his laptop sat on close, he began to feel anxious. He was well aware that she was bound to break down considering how much she would still bottle things up, and that the network issue was possibly the straw that broke the camel’s back. But still, that didn’t change the fact that witnessing her breakdown- then having her try to dismiss it -worried the hell out of him. Exhaling a deep sigh, he reluctantly signed onto his computer and the daily web browsing ensued, finding himself looking at the staircase every so often. He began to ponder and think; just what sorts of things could they do together in order to hopefully make Alleos feel better?

Alleos, on the other hand, was doing no better. Opposed to feverishly checking, testing, and rechecking and retesting everything, she found herself staring blankly at the monitors that sat before her. Every now and again, she would bring her hands up to the keyboard and mouse to begin clicking around and typing, yet whenever she even tried her mind would blank out completely. Staring at the screen in defeat, she pulled up some web forums and a video, opting to not go about her rounds that day.

Though, every so often she would find herself peering over to the door. She felt guilty as she knew Finland was probably stressing over this. She felt awful that she was in a place where she just didn’t know if she could, or even should disclose her current situation to him. Just as he found himself tempted to go to her for comfort, she felt tempted to go to him for comfort. Though, in the end, they both unknowingly agreed to leave each other to their own devices for the day.

~~~

Several days had passed since the incident, and Alleos finally seemed to be doing better. Rather, considering her situation, as well as she could possibly get. Regardless, her improvements were evident, and it made Finland feel happy.

During that time, he’d thought of things for just himself and Alleos to do. Even though she was doing better already, in the end he figured- why not just do something fun?

As he approached her room, he had the biggest grin on his face and a small bounce in his step. Oh, he just knew that Alleos was going to love what he had thought of! At least, he desperately hoped so. When he knocked on the door, Alleos gave him permission to enter, which prompted him to open the door where he respectfully stood in the doorway.

“How do you feel today?”

Alleos nodded and looked over to him with a smile. “I feel much better… a lot better. Everything seems to be running perfectly well.”

Upon hearing this, Finland beamed and jumped up a bit in excitement. “Oh, that’s wonderful…! I’m really glad to hear that, Alleos, I truly am!” With a sheepish blush, he cleared his throat. “I was wondering if you would want to do a little getaway for a while? I mean, I know you’re doing better, but still… you’ve been working super hard, even after the accident. Don’t you want to take a break?”

As he made his proposal, she raised a brow. “An excursion…” Anxiously, she looked over to her computer, and the networking rooms. “...Tell me more.”

[tfw-needs-baby]

sam winchester | internet personas

based on my own experience. 

read on ao3? 

Sam Winchester and his brother stumbled upon fanfiction and the fandom a while ago. He swore to himself that he would never, ever go back and visit the crazy people that existed there. 

Well, sitting in his room in the bunker, he was bored and had nothing much to do because the supernatural had been pretty quiet for the past month or so and he was scrolling aimlessly through new articles and finding nothing. He doesn’t know how or why the idea popped into his head, but it came and he was curious at the time, so why not? 

‘Best places to’ Nope, delete that. 

‘Where to join a fandom’ Delete that too. That just sounded stupid. 

‘Fandom friendly sites.’ Yeah, that sounded about right. He clicked onto the first link, and it immediately brought him to a site called ‘Fandom.’ 

How ironic. Although it didn’t exactly help him much, it was just an explanation guide to their platform and what it had to offer. The rest of the links weren’t much help either, and he sighed. Alright, how to find the fans...wasn’t there something called livejournal? 

According to a couple of articles, old and inactive journals had been purged, but were still doing pretty well. And then, the Winchester searched up ‘best places to read fanfiction.’ 

A couple of suggestions appeared underneath ‘Popular on the web.’ 

‘Wattpad - tumblr - kindle words - deviantart - archive of our own - asianfanfics’ 

Huh. Visiting a couple of sites, Wattpad and Fanfiction.net and Archive Of Our Own popped up frequently, so he decided to visit Wattpad first. He went to browse works and choose fanfiction, and it brought him to a selection of hot and trendy stories with millions of views on them. Woah. It ranged from k-pop to a selection of animes to CBS shows and weird crossovers. The ‘x reader’ tag seemed very popular and he shivered, reminding him of Becky. 

Signing up wasn’t hard either. It had only taken him a couple of minutes. But when he was reading a selected few from the hot section, they didn’t exactly grab his attention. A lot of them seemed to be written by younger ten to fifteen year olds. They did have a large amount of potential and amazing storylines, he’ll give them that. 

Then he wandered over to Fanfiction.net. The sign up process was easy, but the site was a bit more historical and a bit more him. There were multiple forums, and he scrolled down and viewed a couple of them. Oh. They were similar to roleplay, but just - more building along a storyline with it, if that made any sense. The sign up was pretty easy here too, and he smiled as two notifications popped up in his gmail for both sites. 

Backtracking now, he went off to ‘archive of our own,’ nicknamed ‘ao3’ for short and a paragraph popped up and he skimmed through it quickly. It was just a warning that everything could be viewed by whoever and whatnot. The writing here definitely seems way more advanced, way more complex and interesting, with canon divergences going all out and unheard au’s. And the cliche plots we’re simply adorable. 

He went over to sign up, and raised an eyebrow when it stated that you needed to get an invitation, and all you had to do was enter in an email. And wait a day for an invitation. 

Hopping onto tumblr, he made an account quickly and started scrolling through it, and everything seemed different somehow. Like, more modern day than the last time he came to the page. The fandom had definitely become smaller due to a ‘nsfw ban’ and he couldn’t decide whether that was a good or bad thing. They had gifsets of memories that had happened about three years ago, with their final stand against Chuck, and he smiled as he went through year’s old blogs that never updated anymore, reblogging everything ‘Supernatural’ underneath the username ‘babytrenchcoatnougat’ and he started to tear up when he stumbled upon a post where they had created a small art of playing the rainbow slinky with Dean based on a gifset of a memory. He still remembers how happy Dean had been when he got it just for him, he played with it for the next week. 

A couple of week’s later, Sam want’s to do more than reblog and comment on content. Sam does have artistic potential, and he could definitely look into that. Although, writing seems easier at the moment, and he scrolls through an endless amount of fanfiction on archive of our own - ranging from major character death to general fanfiction - from his brother and best friend sleeping together to him turning into the boyking to high school universes to Apocalyptic worlds where they have failed.

He wants to write his own world, where they’re all happy and care-free and able to actually live happily, where no one he’s loved has died. Making a post on tumblr he states: By any chance, is there anyone on this platform that can help me with a non-romantic general Supernatural fanfiction?

He places a couple of normal tags that fit into the category, then presses post. About an hour later, he gets a reblog from someone called @ misha-moose-dean-burger-lover [and wow, that sounds like a handful] offering to help. 

I’m available if you need me to, @ babytrenchcoatnougat ; what’s the plot? We can discuss more in DM’s if you’d like! Besides, I’m free for the week, but if you need a beta reader I can offer a couple of people that I know. 

Sam sends her a message. 

babytrenchcoatnougat: can you give me some advice or writing tips if you have any? i'm not looking to make any implied romantic pairings in the fic

misha-moose-dean-burger-lover: well, that depends, what’s the fic going to be about? 

babytrenchcoatnougat: i don't know yet, maybe team free will 2.0 just taking a roadtrip to nowhere without a destination in sight after defeating chuck?

misha-moose-dean-burger-lover: eeeeee

misha-moose-dean-burger-lover: that sounds like a awesome idea misha-moose-dean-burger-lover: you're definitely going to want to have specific destinations in mind, and only a hint of angst, and what they’re going to do at these locations 

misha-moose-dean-burger-lover: use transition words and make sure it doesn’t repeat often, descriptive details but don’t use it in every scene, and make sure there are frequent movements in the characters so they don’t sound so stiff, and make sure to slowly transition into the next scene, as time skipping to every scene will make the story seem boring. misha-moose-dean-burger-lover: make sure the characters aren’t ooc either! 

And so, Sam writes. He writes until his eyes hurt and he definitely needs some sleep, so he sends a quick message to a beta to read it over for him and they do, gushing about how the plot was wonderful and badly needed after all the terrible angst that occurred this season. He smiles, giving his thanks before uploading the first chapter out of 15, 13k words, onto ao3. 

[He checks over the grammar and tags over fifteen times.]

He can hardly contain his excitement, jumping around happily all day, even baking Dean a pie which makes him get sprayed with holy water and go through every test just to make sure he isn’t some supernatural creature. 

Later that afternoon, he checks his ao3 underneath the same username and finds out it’s gotten about 150 hits, and 38 kudos, which makes his heart swell. He’s also gotten a comment, and he presses comments eagerly. 

‘Kill yourself, psycho virgin fag.’ 

He re-reads the comment a couple of times, eyes tearing up and dropping his phone onto the kitchen table recklessly. What the fuck. Was his story really that bad? Did those people who didn’t leave a kudo really hate his story that much? Did the fans think his story was too child-like? Badly written? OOC? Do they really hate him that bad that he actually should commit- 

Sam breaks down right then and there, pushing his computer aside, placing his head down and crying softly. Castiel and Dean don’t find him until an hour later, and he’s still softly crying. They rush over to him, Dean quickly sitting to the right while Castiel sits to the left. “Sammy? What happened?” Dean asks, and the younger Winchester shakes his head. 

“N’thing.” He mumbles, and the older Winchester sighs. He’s just being stubborn, when he doesn’t want other people to worry about him, afraid that he’ll give them his problems. “Sam, please, if you talk to us, then we may fix the problem together. Remember, we made that promise two years ago, to be more open with each other.” The former-angel now archangel says, pushing Sam’s hair out of his face. Sam takes a shaky breath, pushing himself off the desk and grabs the laptop, opening it up to the recent fanfiction he had written, and Castiel and Dean both skim through it before Dean snatches the laptop. “Is this a fanfiction?” He looks at him as if he’s crazy, and Sam slowly shakes his head in agreement. Castiel walks over to Dean, both of them reading the first chapter silently, and everytime he glances over to see their reactions it seems unchanged. His brother probably thinks he’s weird, and Castiel is going to find him crazy-

“Damn, Sammy, you’ve got talent.” Dean says, and he actually sounds impressed. “W- what?” 

“That is incredibly written and a wonderful idea, I think we should go on a roadtrip ourselves,” Dean nodded in agreement. “Is this why you’re crying? I think this is perfect.” 

“Wait - you two do find it weird or anything?” 

Castiel and Dean look confused. “Why would you think that Sammy? I like it.” 

“You should uh - read the comment.” He says, and it takes the angel and older hunter a moment to find the comment section at the bottom, Castiel pointing at the button. Their faces turn into pure fury. 

“I’m going to smite them.” Castiel all but growls out, and Dean shuts the laptop closed. “Don’t listen to ‘em, this is fucking amazing, got it? I want the second chapter. Don’t listen to what anyone else says, they're probably jealous that we’ve got a New York bestseller writer and all they can do is write the abc’s.” Dean hugs his brother, Castiel immediately joining right in and Sam sighs happily. They stay there for a bit, muttering out a ‘thank you’ before jumping up slightly, seeing that he’s gotten two more comments on his fanfiction, and nervously opens up the comment section to see that a user called ‘quicksilvermalec’ writing on how much they enjoyed the fic and can’t wait to read the second chapter while an anonymous user has attacked the one that insulted him, throwing a whole truckload of insults and Castiel smiles. “They got what they deserved.” The archangel says, and Dean shouts ‘damn straight’ joyfully. “Would the two of you want to write fanfiction with me, then?” Sam asks while writing the second chapter about an hour later, and the unison ‘yes’ gives him a warm feeling in his chest. 

[aimgaming439]

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If you are a video gamer, you are going to want to verify out the top rated gaming blogs and game evaluation web sites weekly—if not every day. Even so, not quite a few people today have time to verify each and every single gaming weblog and gaming evaluation internet site, so it commonly just comes down to checking a handful of choose ones. So which ones must get the lion's share of your day-to-day browsing time? These are the top rated ones according to gamers.

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Browsing blogs via the web the other day I came across an article somewhere of the skeptics blogs where this writer asks: "Why will we never seen a headline; 'Psychic wins lotto' or 'Psychic wins the lottery'? He went in order to provide this as 'proof' that psychic power and abilities do not exist. While there are some reports of psychics winning the lottery, I identified 7 reasons why each and every see such headlines more often. But before we explore these reasons, I need ask you: "Why don't we see more headlines of PSYCHIC WINS LOTTO or PSYCHIC WON LOTTERY?" You have psychic abilities like everyone else!

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The first lotto lie is actually quite naive when choice about the product. Like so many other games, like Blackjack, Roulette, Craps and Texas Holdem, the lotto is a game of hit. And, like all games of chance, the professional player holds a distinct advantage over the amateur. If you agree with this, you'll need enjoy the lotto Lie No. 1 article.

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We all love that feeling, using gambling, the percentage of you going the particular limit is much higher than other sort of games. Problem gamblers don't know how to avoid gambling and fully engaged in it. Anyone crossed the line, there is absolutely no turning back for instances. This is the statistic, up to 5% of social gamblers, are problem gamblers or addicts. In other words, coming from 20 people, one person has gambling addiction, the industry concern people today could not look clear.

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