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la5t-res0rt · 4 years ago

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fun fact fucko no one cares that he’s trans, gnc, or autistic. all they care about is that he said someone wasn’t bisexual all because they hate them. thats fucked up no matter who you are. being austistic isn’t an excuse to be an utter dick hole.

alrighty folks strap in because we are in for a long one today

to start off i will begin by saying that i care about the identities of people i like and call friends i care enough to listen and learn from them because they have different perspectives on issues that i as a person who is none of the things that this person is will ever understand

it is important to listen to people and learn from them not just shine a light out of your ass for someone out of a weird place of blind worship thats honestly so cringey but that isnt what this is about this about you and likely others harassing ad sending death threats my friend and comrade betel bitches

i will now be going under a readmore to spare the dashboard

so lets recap what exactly is he being harassed for

as you all are no doubt aware there is a blog called nether receipts where a certain user we shall not name catalogs instances where members of the beetlejuice fandom are harassed correction its a blog where this person catalogs instances where flaws in their character as well as the characters of the people around her are highlighted and critiqued with the occaisional off color remark and threat which i obviously do not approve of who would

anyway following reading some ill-informed and not-so-well-phrased comments from a certain narcissistic user about their sexuality my friend had this to say

this was the post that got them put on this receipts blog which really exists as a source of people for a certain cluster of the beetlebabe fandom to harass and try to drag or cancel

this is the post that has made people call him biphobic and here is why thats wrong and stupid

you said in your ask that he only is saying that this icky person is not bisexual because there is malice between them and while yes its true that there is malice orion never once said that this person wasnt bisexual

i took the liberty of sifting through the harassment asks he received yesterday because you all love receipts so much i took the liberty of grabbing a few and adding some highlights so you dont miss the important bits

orion never once said this person isnt bisexual he stated that equating doing femme on femme pornography to bisexuality is a biphobic statement and is in fact a problematic thing to say

there may be crossover between bisexual people and people who do femme on femme but they are far from the same thing doing pornography is a choice you actively make and you do it for compensation however being bisexual is simply part of who you are it is something you dont choose

although this person would perhaps disagree

and before you come for me this person posted these for the world to see and obviously i have as many receipts as my drive can carry furthermore how does this argument make sense why would you care so much about heterophobia if youre not heterosexual why are you so pressed oh wait is it perhaps

because this person is using the split attraction model for woke points like this screams that this person sees women as sex objects or perhaps this person is comphet and is denying themselves because heteronormativity is so deeply ingrained in their being that they wish to cling to heterosexuality to keep up their squeaky clean white feminist woman persona or maybe theyre just not well informed on lgbt+ issues

editors note the editor is an ace person who considers using the split attraction model is situations like this isnt exactly helpful like i cant stop you from doing it but you shouldnt have to say im a bisexual heteromantic person you can just be a bisexual woman and keep dating men you dating men doesnt erase your bisexuality saying that you would have sex with a woman but not romantically be involved with them makes the editor think woman = sex object and as a feminist the editor has to say thats fucked up

i will reiterate implying that doing pronography of any kind is equitable to a human sexualty is harmful to bisexual people and if youre like uhhh im bi and i think its okay guess what you do not speak for every single bi person so you should try harder to be compassionate for other peoples level of comfort

in any case statements like these are hurtful to bi people equating voluntary sex work to a sexuality isnt okay and its something that person should maybe address and consider apologizing for but since this person only listens to people in their inner circle and they dont even really listen to them its unlikely that this person will ever make amends for past biphobic tendencies because as everyone has been so quick to point out being bi doesnt excuse biphobia or homophobia or anything of the sort editors note heterophobia is not a legitimate issue im sorry if you feel oppressed for your straightness but really thats a you issue

here is one more screenshot where my friend basically covers what i have just said as well as reminding the world that the owner of nether receipts is a narcissist

being a bisexual person does not excuse you from saying biphobic things and there is literally no identifier you can use for yourself that exempts you from criticism for your actions and it doesnt mean that people cant demand that you address the wrongs youve done or said

you dont have to listen you dont have to do anything but dont be surprised if you say something shitty to a group of people and they get mad at you

also all that being said what orion said was not biphobic if anything he is raephobic but lets be honest who isnt ok there thats my one funny haha for you

we have every right to criticize someone who creates simulated cp and shares it with minors in 18+ servers or someone who equated bisexuality to voluntary sex work or someone who accuses people who disagree with them of being fascists or nazis or someone who goes out of their way to repost and edit art in a mocking manner or someone who actively claims to own a fandom like these are all critique worthy behaviors that all come from the same person who never explains their actions never holds themselves accountable for the shit they cause like we as people who share the same space as this person have every write to call bull roar when we see it

it is no secret that i dislike his person and it is also no secret that i will not hesitate to the the opportunity to drag them for being a shitty person whenever the opportunity arises and since their most recent beef with me was about how i was a bad friend i guess i figured this would be a good time to come forward for one of my friends who received dozens of harassment messages and several death threats over his commentary on the actions of this one vile individual

and i am addressing them now if they ever end up reading this or when it is inevitably sent to this person

if youve got a problem with the way he and i or other antis critique you maybe come out from behind your wall of dipshit cronies and talk to us your damn self i am very sick of having to deal with nasti or morgan or that one minor or suz or that person that runs the rp blog or any of the others in your little hoard im tired of them trying to be slick like we see you we see all of you

all of your simulated cp aside youve said some really shitty things that you could easily amend since youve likely learned more about what it means to be lgbt+ since it is now a community you see yourself being a part of

part of being human is learning from your past and making a better version of yourself for tomorrow and although i think you are a really awful person i dont think youre above self betterment and self reflection and self awareness

also you dont seem to care at all when threats are being tossed around by your buddies but no matter how much me or orion or any of the others dislike what you do no person in their right mind would be okay with sending death threats and you shouldnt either you should at the very least extend that courtesy

anyway

fuck you asker youre full of trash garbage and i hope you have a not so good day like i hope it rains or something invalidate my friends identity and ill yell at clouds

#discourse #harassment #sexuality discourse

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sainadazai · 4 years ago

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When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.4

I wanna be an intern too, you ragedy ann looking ass hoe 😠

Y/n pov

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All goes well when you are ignorant is what my dear best friend would say to me now, as I sit in the very back of the class unfocused on how our teacher is introducing an activity I have no chance of participating in. All I knew was that when Mr. Aizawa walked up to the board and wrote names of people getting offers, I wasn't one of them. Not that I expected to be, considering I wasn't in the sports festival, let alone the school at all back then.

However, I did notice a small inconsistency in the order of the most offers. I was pretty sure that boom boom had gotten first place in the festival, him being there is what convinced me to transfer, but his name was actually second on the board.

Todoroki had taken the place of first as far as offers were concerned. Todoroki the nice boy who I used to meet when I snuck away from my fucking prison cell. Call me privileged for complaining about living in a mansion All my life, but I much prefer being here. With common folk. They ground me.

I peeked up from my phone at the red and white head of hair in front of me, he didn't seem all that fazed. Although maybe it was just the lack of seeing his face that made me believe he couldn't care less about all but one of those offers. Still, his business is his, and my business is the new Ao3 update on my favorite chrollo lucilfer fanfiction. What a babe.

I decided that the class as of right now would be of no importance to me, considering I will have no offers, and bakugou-the reason I came here- hates me like I'm a piece of gum stuck under his shoe. Through that conclusion I allowed myself to dissolve into the world of hxh and forget about how boring this world is.

Could my power beat Killua or go in a fight? I mean, it doesn't enhance my strength like they did trying to get into Killua's house so physically they must be stronger.

"Y/n! Is there something you would like to share with the class?"

Mr.Aizawas voice seemed almost shot at me as my gaze rose from my phone in my lap to meet him at the front of the room. He looked displeased to say the least. Well good for him, im displeased too, I might not be able to beat a fucking twelve year old in combat.

"Huh?"

"You were grumbling, what's so important you had to tell us, hm?"

I thought it through for a second- just kidding, I never think anything through.

"Oh, well I wasn't sure if I could beat Gon in a fight, but I'm not coming to the realization that if Chrollo is my boyfriend, I shouldn't have to fight anyone at all. I can just be a pretty face in the backgrounds and then after he wins for me i'll suck his-"

"Enough, y/n." Mr.Aizawa no longer held a tired looking face, his eyes were wide and an uncomfortable cringed was set on his face. As I peered at the rest of the class many also had shocked eyes, but unlike our teacher, held faint blushes.

Minus midoriya, his face was completely red and his eyes void of life. I must've killed him, huh.

"Wait!"

In an attempt to regain some dignity, I tried to correct myself.

"I would....not suck his-?"

"Don't even say it, shitty princess !"

"Woah bakugou, you spoke to me on purpose!?"

"Shut up!"

"Hey, how come you call me princess, you like me or something?"

He growled at that, neither of us paying mind to the fact that everyone in the class was either dead from nosebleeds or extremely uncomfortable and staring at us.

"Its cuz you act fucking entitled like a princess"

"I'll be your pillow princes-"

"Enough!" A robotic-like hand sliced the air in front of me. The voice sounded firm, almost more teacher-like than our teacher's voice. I followed my gaze up the hand, not failing to notice how as I drew up the guy's arm his muscles only seemed to get bigger and bigger and- iida?

"Oh class rep-"

"Y/n this vulgar language and border-line harassment needs to cease immediately. I will not tolerante overtly sexual language and acts in this class-"

As he was speaking I noticed something ironic about the situation. If everyone here didn't like sexual jokes or banter, how were they so flustered at comments that objectively should be unknown to them.

"How did you know what I meant, iida?" I rasped in a low sultry voice, allowing my fingers to dance up his arm starting at the wrist in front of my face.

I heard a few chuckles from, who I would say are the only two people enjoying this situation: kaminari and...stinky mineta. Iida's face grew more red than previously and the arms in front of me began shaking.

"Mr.Aizawa it seems I've disarmed the robot. Is there a restart button or something?" I question with a serious face using the search as an excuse to wonder my eyes all over his body. Perverted? Yes. Rightfully attracted to this giant hunk of a nerd. Yes ×10.

"No, there is not." Todoroki, who was in front of me, finally turned around to address me. I guess he was unfazed by my words. Looks like someone here can be cool. Whether he is okay because he is more comfortable with sexual jokes, or because he has yet to pick up on them, its nice that somebody in here can still function. Otherwise, I'd feel like a nuisance.

"Y/n I'm not really sure how to- let's just say to have detention with your m- midnight. Detention. Yeah." Aizawa publicly convinced himself of my punishment?

"Okay"

"Now, back to this, even if you didn't get any offers ALL of you will have an internship"

And so went on the class, kids chose their hero names, not me though. I wasn't even sure I wanted to be a hero at all, this was just a little less boring and sad than the way I lived before. This school had people who laughed in joy, not just to mask the pain. That was the real benefit, not being a hero, or being strong. Likely no one here realized that there were many places where none of this joy was possible.

Some of the kids in class gave me suggestions for a hero name, but I didn't like them anyway. They lacked personality, and while I have many adjectives to describe my personality, my life, none of them are all that heroic.

"Dark element"

"Girl who will die if her quirk doesnt like its environment"

See, I'm not the best at this. Even bakugan names had some sense to it...well no. I'd say we're about the same, but still. Ugh.

~timeskip~

Bakugou pov 😠

She came up with no hero names. Fucking entitled brat. Everyone at this lunch table seems to have no problem with the fact that she is here, just happy to have another pair of tits to stare at like perverts. Their gross. I bet she doesn't even want to be a hero, she sure as hell doesn't act like it. We don't even know what her whole quirk is. Ive seen her do that plant shit a couple times, fucking with flowers or whatever. Still, there's more to it. Something we don't know, at least. Cuz in the middle of class she gets up and whispers to Aizawa and he just lets her go. Where the fuck does she go?

Interrupts class, got into the school because her moms a teacher, won't use her quirk. What a nuisance, I can't believe she is not expelled yet. Plus those bullshit sex jokes are so shitty. She is obviously faking something when she does them. Not like midnight, who always at least seems like she means that gross shit.

"Hey, who did you guys choose for your internship? I haven't chosen yet."

"The number three hero guy," I spoke, knowing I'm the only person here who already chose.

"Really? Best jeanist! That's so cool, but are you sure that for you bakugou?" Shitty hair raised a shitty brow at me.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean!?"

"Just that he seems pretty...uptight..for you?" Dunceface added, but he spoke like it was a question. Of course he is the hero for me, he is the highest ranting hero on my list. If I wanna be number one, I gotta train with the best.

If I go to his agency I'm sure there will be a lot more action, since he is so high ranking. Then i'll get some real experience kicking villain ass, well, other than the USJ.

"Of course he is the right option!"

"Woahhh~"

Shit. It's her voice. I honestly should applaud her for using it less often around me but, how can one small girl be so goddamn annoying. I don't even know what she has to say and I already wish she would just put a sock in it. How can someone so entitled like her, probably never had to lift a finger, walk over here and talk like she has something to say.

"You're working with the best jeanist! So cool, one time he saved me from a group of rapist guys, it was awesome with all these strings everywhere and I could only see half of his face. Oh and he had goofy hair too!"

Oh. I didn't really know how to respond to the girl who looked so excited about almost being violated. Another thing wrong with her? I looked back at the other people at the table to see if they knew how to respond to something like that.

Dunceface was frozen, tape arms were frozen, shitty hair was frozen, and alíen eyes were looking like a lost puppy and trying not to cry.

It didnt seem like the shutty princess was exactly understanding how what she just yelled was making things weird. She just stood there expectantly. She kinda looked like she thought being raped was something that must happen to everyone. Did she think that? Wouldn't put it past her weird ass.

"Uhm...anyways, i'm sure you'll do awesome, he likes to put boys in tight jeans. Wish I could intern too, I'd love to see that boom boom~" she winked.

A perverted joke...and then she had the audacity to wink at me.

"You wish you could see me in tight jeans, shitty extra!"

"I know...thats what a I just said." She dead panned, blinking a couple times at me.

"Tch, screw you!"

"I would-"

"Can it, i don't wanna hear your shitty voice anymore"

The girl stopped herself after my words, pushing all her hair behind her head, except for the two blond stands in the front.

(You don't have to acknowledge these if you don't want, but I made it so that they change color depending on what element your using and I thought it was hot*if you have short hair, then you just got a lil nishinoya type thing 🥰)

Lifted her obnoxious hands that moved around while she talked and made a zipper-like motion over her lips. Then she just stood there looking at me. I really wanted to just let her stand there and go back to eating. Ignore her completely and let her hope fizzle out and die or something like that.

Yet here I am, still looking at her. Silently. Wishing she made a stupid joke so that I could stop flickering between those images I'd seen of her dancing. How even though ballet is a princess fucking dance, the pictures felt nice. Like if I was watching it live I would probably be unable to criticize it. That pissed me off, because I want to hate everything about her, but I can't hate those photos. Where she looks like she is flying, without any need for a quirk.

I see her in that weird gown, and now, in the UA uniform. I see her looking respectable, formal, and serious. Then I see her stupid little smirk as she takes pride in being able to shut up for more than a minute.

"Why are you still standing there?"

Instead of answering, she took her hand up again, made a pinch with her fingers and unzipped her mouth.

"I was enjoying the look in your eyes."she smiled.

The look in my eyes? Could she tell I was seeing two different people? What the hell does that even mean? Even said it without that shitty flirt voice. Like she meant it.

"You tryna make fun of me?"I stood up from the table to get in her face.

"Not right now, maybe later, I gotta do something." She smiled sincerely at me, for a second as she walked away, I forgot about how this conversation started. What a wierd fucking girl. I'll never respect her as a hero. Tch. (Yes, its canon he tchs even in his thoughts)

3rd person POV

Y/n briskly walked out of the cafeteria with a new goal in mind. She would come to remember how maybe being oblivious was a benefit in some ways, but for now, she had a clear plan .

"Mr.Aizawa, let me do an internship."

"You weren't in the festival, I can't just hand you to a hero who has no idea what you can do, y/n."

"Well, you know what I can do, right?"

"No. I'm not doing internships. Stop asking."

"That's not what I meant! You can just tell them, or I could, it's not that hard to explain. Just say i'm all- powerful or some play on words like 'she's got all the right elements' hehe, see how i mimicked your voice there?" Y/n grinned like a child. She was proud of herself.

"No. Still not happening."

"I wanna be an intern too, you raggedy ann looking ass hoe"

"Y/n, it doesn't make sense, insulting me to get what you want?"

"Maybe it doesn't, but I bet you feel real insecure about your hair right now."

"You already have detention, what more do you want!"

"An internship, I wanna do one with kamui Woods, I have a good reason, too. As far as my quirk control, i'm the weakest with earth, the aspect that allows me to grow and manipulate plants and stuff. That's why I've only been using that part of it all month. Im trying to get her up to speed so I can start using all four at once. He is like a tres guy, right? He manipulates earth all day long. He could teach me a lot, and that aspect of my quirk would suit his well. Please!?!?!?"

If the girl had just asked again in a normal way, his answer would have been the same. However Aizawa was taken aback to hear how much thought she put into this. From the stories of the teachers lounge, he came to understand her big life goal, was to rely fully on a rich man or woman, and do nothing at all forever. Just to try and forget about the terrible life she was destined to have because of that quirk.

This side of her was something he could not even her mother had seen, and it prompted him to speak those words she wanted to hear so badly.

"Fine."

#bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakusquad #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou fluff #mha fanfiction #mha fluff

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gobsnacc · 4 years ago

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@the-flaming-spade

“Ace, hm, a good name! Hope people dont tease ya too much with the whole ace in the hole or ace up their sleeve gags.” She smiled wide at the man, her tail curling below her and hoisting her up. Her legs crossed around a seven foot tall wooden staff with a crystal at its knobbed head. She watched the man with interested yellow eyes.

“Man yer a looker.” She says casually. “And those freckles are to die for!” Simple compliments on what she observed.

“A devil fruit huh. Ive heard of those, they seem to be a pretty big deal with all the stink people make over em. So that one gave ya fire powers? Neat! Sucks ya cant swim in the ocean though.” She leaned her head atop the staff and rocked gently back and forth.

“Yep! Er well i dont have fire powers so much as i can create heated blasts of air and fire with this staff here.” She pats it with a hand. She watched as he looked her over, no doubt curious as to what she was. Most folks she met were, so when the question came she just smiled and shook her head with a laugh.

“Nah man I don’t mind! Im a goblin! We arent a huge species of folks but we can be found, scattered now, thanks to the dragons who began hunting us. Im not sure how to explain what a goblin really is, other than a humanoid persons with tails, green skin, knife ears and Serrated teeth, large yellow eyes. Hair colour and body type and even size varry.” She answers honest. “I get this particular question more than you can imagine.”

Svetza docked her small forested island ship around the otherside of the island they were currently on. Shes stopped to see if she could grab any plant specimines or fruits and veggies she didn’t grow herself. So she was surprised shed run into another person, especially one who had abilities so unique. She watched him, face held in a neutral and calm expression. He seemed troubled, and had quite a good many scars. Battle hardened for sure. And he looked tired, like deeply bone tired.

Svetza planted her bare feet on the earth and walked over to him, bowing at the waist and then sticking her clawed hand out to him.

“Svetza ouijew, Goblin wizard, pirate by force.” She was far too honest despite being the target of the dragons. Hell for all she knew the man could work for thm and turn her in. Well, not without a fight he wouldnt. But his eyes seemed too kind for something so cruel.

She shakes her head at the offer of water.

“Thats real sweet of ya, but im alright. Its always nice to meet new folks. I was looking for food and plants to bring back to my garden, think i got almost everything i need. Not to be rude, but you look like you could use a rest and some spiritual healing. We have plenty back on the mystic isle, my ship is safe, and we have a wonderful doctor who can take a look atcha and help ya out. Take a load off, rest up and have a good meal. Promise were nice folks.” She smiled warmly at him. The poor man seemed lonely, tired, hurt.

“Just seems like you could use a friend.”

#the-flaming-spade #Svetzas one piece au #one piece au

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pinkvhs · 5 years ago

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The last thing I will say about this topic (unless more damning information is brought about) is that I personally am not mad at Sean for playing a game that was sex based, I am upset at the lack of research he did about the game and didn’t notice the glaring homophobia/transphobia of it. That he didn’t see that the game clear as day doesn’t like gay/trans people and has walking stereotypes and promotes violence against us. To not catch on and be like “huh, a characters with the last name gay in a place with the word gay and a transphobic depictions of a character..maybe I should stop and not upload this.”

Like I said before, he is a cishet man, so I get that on face level if he played the game and was like “haha funny sex game!” and nothing more, I can get where he coming from. I too would of thought that on the surface if I was in his shoes. He himself didn’t make jokes that where bad at gay/trans people, but he didn’t take the time to look at the game he was playing to upload to the masses. An audience where lgbt people do like him and feel safe with him, only to feel once again a stab in the back. The editor incident kinda echoes this- the lack of research on his part and as a result exposing fans to not so great things that can result in harm, unknowingly to Sean or not. But the one nice thing is for the editor part Sean did listen and realize “yeah, this isn’t good, I’ll cut ties” and admitted he should of done research before hand. Thats why it kinda stings too in this case because when he talks about games, he usually gives some sort of back story about them. Talking about how “this game is made by [ x development team ]” and even details of what he has read about the game.

So with everything over the past few MONTHS just piling on top of each other going from annoying --> bad --> worse, I truly don’t blame people at all for having their trust in Sean shaken up a bit and decide to not watch him if they haven’t already. Again its not like he himself said distasteful jokes about gay/trans people, but its more so uploading a game and him being in a position that exposes development teams to thousands upon millions of people who aren’t ....that great, really fucking stings in the heart to say the least. Even if the team or person who made that game is trans/gay themselves (like I said before, DOUBT), it still wouldn’t be great because trans and gay people do face violence. We do face being viewed as sex hungry violent beings that deserve kicks in the face and punches by cishet people. And a game like that being on a channel with a face that claims to advocate for us and even raises money and has merch to help us out and feel safe, as a gay/trans person, I truly can understand why people are skeptical in Sean due not too distance past ( a few months ago) and now with yesterdays upload.

But then AGAIN the man could not of known about the games intensions and saw it as something as a shock humor game and nothing more. Because he isnt gay/trans so the things that could seem obvious to us (gay/trans people) could of flown over his head. Thats not to give him an excuse and be like “he did nothing wrong uwu” but more so a means to understand why he could of uploaded it instead of just scrapping it.

But people should tell him about it because how else is one to learn if you don’t? If we pretend that everything is fine and that people are over reacting its just going to make people who are hurt by this feel guilt for justified emotions, or make Jack believe that he has nothing to learn and can continue on with what he is doing. People have tried time and time to get his attention about genuine concerns before and the times that people have it just results in him thinking its about a completely different topic (green hair jack), when, in reality, its not. Its people voicing genuine concerns and complaints that have reason. Its not people looking for reasons to hate him and want to see him crash and burn over nothing, even though I am aware there are people like that who do exist.

Sometimes people do step out of line and worry about things that don’t really matter or make assumptions that just aren’t true, but there are cases where people feel genuine distrust and are shaken over the corse of time as to what to believe anymore. I’ve seen people who have watched Jack for years feel uneasy with him and his content and the community itself. More and more I see people talk about it and I myself directly talking to others who don’t even feel safe enough to talk about how they truly feel because they don’t want death threats or things taken out of contents. Thats.....a huge problem. But things don’t get talked about seriously or get brushed off as “hate” or just “people wanting to complain” but that is far from the truth. Then to see Sean like posts that kiss up to him and praise him but fail to even address some basic things that people, not even criticism on him, just genuine questions about things that get glossed over, its not a mystery why people then start to get pissed off and not trust him anymore.

I know there have been issues in the past sure but this has been a build up from August 2019 onwards in my humble opinion. What started off as simple annoyances just grew into something that people do not feel comfortable with anymore. Its just a brew of things that piled up on each others and frankly I do not think the label of “nicest caring community” helped in the long run cause thats kinda a big label to hold up over the years and lets be real here folks no fandom is 100% wholesome there are glaring problems everywhere. Like I enjoy many different things but when ya put a label of the most “kind positive community” on it....yeah thats gonna crash and burn over time.

So yeah like at this point so many people are just tired and are uneasy to say the least at Sean right now and yesterdays video kinda being the one that many people cut ties is very well justified and totally understandable. Like, again, this isn’t people hating on him to hate him if this was MARK for example I myself would feel the same way and Im sure many others would too. Like if Mark uploaded that game instead of Sean I am certain people would feel the same emotions, or at least similar, that they do now cause the game aint good chief. But Im sure people wouldn’t cut ties with Mark because, not to compare, Mark doesn’t have blaring issues that have gotten worse over time and that being the final straw that broke the camels back.

So, yeah, I totally do not blame people at all for wanting to distance themselves. I could go into all details and not just this game incident but I am already typing a paper as it is so I’m just gonna stop for now, just wanted to get some thoughts out of my system.

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pinkykitten · 6 years ago

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kinda like a date

Detroit: Become Human

Connor x human! female

Warning: some vulgar language about ur pizza, u failing cuz that COIN trick is too DANG hard

Specifics: comedy, fluff, race neutral reader, one-shot, human reader, police officer reader

People: connor, hank anderson, store lady (oc)

Words: 1,155

Requested: By anon I'm desperately looking for someone that will write a Connor x Reader where the Reader is buying a Android for the first time after saving enough money. But I don't know if ya okay with smut? If not then the request without smut.

Authors Note: this has no smut in it cuz ur girl dont write smut srry but i hope this is what u meant lol i kinda went a lil bit over board with this hehehehe. but i made u a police officer in this cuz i wanted it to fit connor’s story still so this is all i could think of. its been a while since ive written for dbh so im happy i gots a request if u want to request more for this fandom pls do my requests r currently open dearies!!!!

You worked at the police department. Working a full shift was tiring but you made it work. Your job as a police officer was normal until more and more androids were used in the department. To you it was a thought of why not? You personally did not mind androids helping police, that just means you get less work, but some were against it.

You then decided, with the money you saved up that you would go and buy an android. You’ve seen some be used for nannies, caretakers, just workers every where. Unfortunately, since the company of the department you worked for didn’t want the model of the new android, you would have to get it with your own cash. To you it seemed right, you created the idea that this thing would work and you would get some days off.

Arriving at the place you noticed many of different models of androids.

“Hello ma’am, what can I get for you today?” The store lady gave a fake smile and you couldn’t tell if she was an android or a real human.

“Yeah, um, hi, I’m looking for a specific android that was made for my department-”

“Oh I’ll get you the exotic dancer android right now.”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head and hands. “I work at the police department. I’m here to buy and pick up the one that was made for us. Its sent from cyberlife?”

The lady nodded and typed some things in the computer. You handed her your hard working money and waited for the android. He walked out, so smoothly. He was a very handsome android. You hit yourself in the head for thinking that. The android walked up to you and with a serious face said, “hello my name is Connor. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.” His face was so stoic, so empty.

You smiled and waved at him, “hello there Connor, my name is y/n. I’m the human that came out of my mother’s vagina. Now lets get to know each other.”

As you said that word Connor’s eyes flew open slowly until he had a shocked expression. It made you laugh to know that an android can think that way and have that expression. All he said was wow as he muttered next to you.

“So y/n, what is your status at the police department?” Connor asked as he walked by you as you walked out of the store.

“Oh me? I’m just a uniformed office, just a regular police gal. I already have the info that you are going to be partnered up with my friend Hank Anderson, he’s a detective. So you’ll have fun with that one.” You placed a hand on Connor’s back. Connor peered around and saw your hand. “Do you enjoy your job y/n?”

You went to a cart nearby and paid for a drink since it was hot outside, “oh well you know, its work. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for this job its just, sometimes work can be really stressful and time consuming. I just wish I had more freedom and not so much job.”

“Would you like me to discuss your situation with the head of the police department?” Connor asked so innocently. His brown, doe, plastic orbs staring right into your e/c ones.

You almost chocked on your drink, “no please don’t, I might get fired if you do. I don’t know when the day will come when I do speak out or I do something about it, huh maybe I never will.”

“If would be informative to the head of the police department if you were to say something. Also, I understand that there is a case you all are currently working on.”

You took a sip of your drink and paused, “yeah we do but how do you know about that?”

Connor tilts his head to one side, “all the information and data about past cases and present cases are stored within me. I now know much of what you all have worked on.”

“Wow, thats pretty cool actually.” It was weird, you were actually really enjoying talking to Connor. He was a robot, he was not real, he did not feel anything. Maybe thats why you liked talking to him so much, he didn’t put personal feelings or opinions in the conversation, no he just listened to you. You were starting to like Connor’s company more and more.

Suddenly, Connor did a trick with a coin.

“Okay, alright then.” You backed away, pretty impressed, “where did you learn that? Or was that in your data too?”

“Would you like to try?” Connor says giving you the coin.

“Oh I don’t know, I don’t think I’ll be good at it.” You tried to resist, feeling bashful.

“You will never know until you try, go ahead and give it a go.” As Connor passed the coin to you your hands touched. His skin felt almost like human skin, but it felt more plastic and more artificial, a little rubbery as well.

“Alright then,” you took the coin and Connor went right beside you. His body close to yours but it was odd. There was no body heat like normal, no body smell nothing just Connor. His lips were right by your ear. “You have to pay close attention to this.” (omg this so reminds me of when bryan taught jacksepticeye how to do it) “You have to try to get it between your fingers, so let me toss it to you.”

“Can I look down?”

“No.”

“Connor!”

Connor sighed, “fine you may, but just the first time.”

As Connor stood close to you he flicked to coin in your direction. You tried closing your fingers as fast as you could but the coin only hit a piece of your finger and fell to the floor.

“NAILED IT!” You joked as you danced at your failing victory.

For a minute you thought you saw Connor smile at your silliness. As you proceeded to walk you spotted a dog with his owner walking by.

“Awww look how cute he is,” you bent down and pet the dogs back. The dog barking and wagging his tail.

“I like dogs,” Connor says as he too bends down.

“Really? You too? I didn’t know you liked dogs, aren’t they the best?”

“They are perfect companions, like what folks say in this day and age, dogs are a mans best friend.”

You grinned, “they certainly are.”

After you two had your little fangirling moment with dogs you two went onto the police department. You two talked about everything and anything. This was going to be a new experience not just for you but for everyone you worked with, but you know somehow some way it would work itself out. Plus you thought Connor was great, and who knows maybe you and him could become closer in the future.

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cleaduvalls · 5 years ago

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i watched all 20 episodes of "spy kids: mission critical" twice in about a week and here are my thoughts (pt 1/5)

these will be divided into 4 episodes per post so they stay about the same length as one spy kids movie

1.1

no theme song. :/

wow specific location

wow. we love lying to our spouses

greg actually kind of sounds like greg??? like ingrids not right in the slightest but greg sounds like greg

oh yeah i call him greg instead of gregorio bc thats Too Many Syllables

i dunno id rather go on an adventure

oh!!!!! ingrids hair!!!!! cute

they look like friggin iron knuckles from cadence of hyrule

how do you..... classify a move

also why would they teach agents to counter a move that they also taught the agents

dont you mean SWAT

is that tom kenny?????

thats not carmen. i dont care WHAT you say. thats not carmen

shes 14???

since when can he build???

since when do they LIVE at the oss?????

thats a ball. not a blob

oh mood

juni your voice is so squeaky

Every Villain Is Lemons

is this a separate universe????? we already know about the third brain program. and you cant claim that people havent seen the movies cuz theyre ALSO on netflix

the experiment wasnt FUTILE it actually went really well. yall are just cowards

you can destroy gold???? like its not DIAMOND

did golden brain go through childhood??? or did he just.... spawn as an adult????

alliteration

take a wild guess carmen

why are you wearing jeans in the DESERT????

"sis"??? who says that

oh boy fart jokes already

little brothers, cuz youre younger, were related, and youre boys

did you mutate the agents too?????

oh i feel you juni

oh boy butt jokes

carmen youre 14. where im from you COULD have a job at certain places

is he... gonna kill them?????

oh!!!! the mimicking is back!!!

theres no way you had taco butte in the last 5 minutes

teenagers?????? the franchise is spy KIDS get it right

there SHOULD be, yall are licensed spy kids

roll credits

juni stop trying to be a lone wolf it never works youve seen all 4 spy kids

i want to be her

are you.... knighted?????? or are you just british

hes like 11 what do you expect from him

ahavschaj acemate

carmens FACE she looks HIGH

finger guns???? hes bi

THUMB THUMB!!!!!!!

TOM thumb thumb!!!!!!

F L O O P!!!!!!!!!

nvm i want to be HER

im sorry how the H*CK did you just say fegan???????????

piercings!!!!!

and i OOP-

aztec???? bc the aztec death spiral??? nice

maybe im a little biased bc floop but shes my favorite

why are the parents here

who calls it a cuddle bear?????? its a teddy bear what are yall on

oh i love carmens socks

i gotta say im living for goldies aesthetic

haha coward

to be fair hes from the outback, they have friggin emus. those things are creepy

:0 sneaky

nice timing

1.2

wow ig there really is no theme song :(

how can he sleep with a TEACUP

i think at some point youd just... fall asleep????

wow big flex

and i OOP-

scorpions so mean i love her

for like 3 seconds that animation looked like a friggin barbie movie

i thought thumb thumbs couldnt hold things???? like thats their whole point

did she hang up on them?????

when your mom said she wouldnt get mad if you tell the truth so you tell the truth and she still gets mad

K A N Y E?????????

oh no they all have died

drowning a chainsaw????????

PLENTY OF PEOPLE

my parents whenever im tired

did you not hear her name shes clearly immortal

stop yelling

at that point he shoudknt have even been able to drink the milk

why are the spotlights on carmen

*2 hours later*

dont put the phone on the desk????? have you not have a teacher give you detention for that????? i have

i think its pretty obvious what he was dreaming about

in the subtitles the u has the dots but hes not pronouncing it right. it should be more "keurp-ka-kay", not just "coop-ka-kay"

everyone has weird dreams????? step off ace

class lasted for 5 minutes wtf

do the three of them share a phone???? thats what it says in her contacts

ok visage thats a little too far

i hate this dude so much

visage shes allowed to be on her phone shes not in class

psi???? like earthbound????

😔

theyre not wrong

STOP YELLING

thats?? not possible?????? youre just weak

why are you saying that out loud

dude stop im dying of second hand embarrassment

wait the sign with the transcribed words doesnt have the ü. so how he pronounced it WAS right they just messed up the subtitles

i thought there was only ONE of its kind why do they EACH have one?????

why did so many people lose????? it seems pretty straightforward

also i love her ringtone

is that tom kenny again??????

thats.... not how it works

he should not have made that

so the big reveal is that it was his mom, but how does he know shes a cortez now?????? she was avellan at that point

take a wild guess

spurious??????? why are you using his first name

i dont???? think you can????????

1.3

the beats pretty good, im tapping my feet

i love his voice

thats not disco thats TECHNO

actually discos probably right. hes german and in germany clubs are called diskos. the music hes playing is pretty clubby, therefore it would be disco

she has spotify premium???? nice

ooooh scorpion has bed curtains!!!!

why do both cortezes have the floor bed???

how can juni hear aces music???? did his headphones get unplugged????? is it just super loud?????

sounds more like kids music than folk music

HOLY CRAP HES LISTENING TO THE WIGGLES (no offense to the wiggles)

yes hes a heavy sleeper we discussed this last time

he has a bazooka you might wanna run

"carmen is not here" me too carmen, me too

glitch chill

oh yay piss jokes

how does so much stuff come out on the floss

she was asleep???????? take it easy glitch

creative name

also the music sounds like it came right out of cadence of hyrule??????? which could be possible bc the girl who voices glitch also voiced link

glitch its clearly a virus

carmen you can go, psi can handle this

hes so protective of his records im dying

BAHAHA she said "worm?" and ofc my dumb ass thought she meant worm as in "oh worm?"

1.4

i had a whole bunch but tumbr decided to delete it and i dont wanna rewrite it so we missed the last 4 minutes of 1.3 and the first 8 of 1.4, sorryyy

it doesnt matter anyway no ones gonna read this

this whole point system was in the fourth movie, get some new plot points

is that really a good idea carmen???

throwback to when i was a kid and wanted to learn australian

oh no they died

JUNI NO YOU SAID IN THE THIRD MOVIE TO N E V E R SPLIT UP

sheilas a great name shut up

listen i see mirages all the time in the summer but how do you see a fake building???? its always a puddle of water

yeah the outback STEAKHOUSE

you sound like youre on crack

oh no he died

one time i ate a bug bc i thought it was some leftover dorito i had stuck in my teeth

hes pretty good at shelters, did you not see the second spy kids???

hey he calles him juni!!!

s n e a k y

what even is heat rash?????

STOP YELLING

nice STEALTH you tell him he has nice STEALTH

#spy kids #spy kids mission critical #mission critical #spy kids spoilers #spoilers #juni cortez #carmen cortez #fegan floop

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winewitandwords · 5 years ago

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If you hear hoofbeats....

They say that when you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras. And that’s something that’s really been on my mind lately- think the norm, not the exception. But what happens when the norm for you is a conditioned response, or a negative self talk and conversation. What happens when you’ve been through so much that those hoofbeats take you right back to where you’ve fought so hard to come back from? What do I mean exactly? Well, earlier today I was talking with a friend that has a similar history of bad decisions and experiences when it comes to the men we chose to let into our lives, and we started discussing how the triggers we have- like the tells weve discovered from our past partners, the lies weve been told, the feelings weve felt, can cause us to have issues in our current relationships or even present as problems in building future relationships. For example, my friend is seeing someone that works away a lot, and while he texts her every morning, and sends her good morning selfies and makes a consistent and honest effort to maintain contact every day, its hard for her not to think about what he could be doing while hes away from her. Its hard for her not to think the worst each and every time he falls asleep without texting her back or saying goodnight. Is it because hes a bad guy? Is it because she doesn’t trust him, or the foundation for the relationship isn’t there? No, it has nothing to do with him, honestly- he could be the greatest, sweetest, most amazing man, and shed still have those issues. Its hard for her to establish a positive response, to have that reassuring self conversation that can calm her nerves and ease her mind, because she is so conditioned to the worst case scenario- she hears those hoofbeats and she thinks horses, because that’s what her past experiences have led her to think- when in reality, perhaps she should be thinking zebras, because the fact that its not the norm, is really kind of the whole point, isn’t it?

So how does one re-train themselves to think zebras? How do we undo the incredible amounts of damage that have been inflicted by past partners and experiences? Its not like theres some magical easy button or eraser that can undo where weve been and what weve gone through- and I personally don’t think that erasing it from our history is the answer. I think that to fully change our mindframe, to allow ourselves to step away from the conditioned responses that weve developed in the past, we have to allow ourselves to first fully explore and come to terms with where weve been and what has happened. I think we need to learn how to air our dirty laundry, how to bring the feelings and experiences that weve hidden so deeply away, to light, and truly examine them- so that we can take away the power that they are still able to hold over us. Easier said than done, right? Well, Im a firm believer in practicing what I preach, and heaven knows, I have a lot of past baggage that still holds power over me. I’ve always felt like I needed to hide the broken pieces of myself, like having gone through some of what Ive been through has made me “damaged goods” and cast me off in a corner of misfits and broken souls.

Recently however, I have been really focusing on coming back to terms with myself and really working on falling back in love with the person that looks back at me every morning in the mirror. Ive been re-learning the importance of self care and learning how to be at peace with my choices, and experiences, even if some of them have been less than stellar or led to less than healthy places. And I truly believe that an important aspect of that is finally being able to talk about some of the things I’ve gone through- to finally face them and be able to be so completely honest about them- something that hasnt always been easy for me, as I’ve always been that annoyingly stubborn person wth the impossibly high walls and have always been absolutely terrible at letting anyone see the vulnerable, raw and true parts of me.

Why here? Why now? Why anonymously for the whole world to read? That part is easy to answer. Here- because its safe. Its the world wide web, where no one knows me, no one is looking over my shoulder or down their noses at me- judging where I’ve been or what I’ve done. I mean, go ahead and judge- I fully expect it- how could I not when I still judge myself so harshly over some of these things- all Im saying is in the land of the interwebs, its less scary to open up and face those judgments, as I wont have to face the one issuing them every day in my every day life. Anonymously because I can change names and locations to protect all of the players in some of these stories, including my beautiful baby girl who doesnt need to grow up in the shadow of her mommy’s past transgressions, and my friends and family, who are not always completely innocent, but have also never asked to have their selves raked over the coals in the process of my own journey. As for why now? Because I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting emotional battles that no one understands, over things that no one really knows about or has seen in their entirety. I’m tired of being so emotionally exhausted from trying to hold all my broken pieces in, and hiding the damage that they cause on a daily basis, of telling people “I’m fine” when truthfully, I am so far from fine that its not even funny. I’m tired of feeling guilt and shame over my deepest, darkest secrets, instead of facing them and accepting them as part of what has made me who I am today. And, finally, as far as why am I posting any of this to the world at all? That one is a no brainer for me. I know that I am not the only one that has struggles. I know that I am not the only one that has been through hardships and pain and made bad choices and had to suffer the consequences. I know that there are others out there that are feeling lost and alone and confused and broken- and I know how much I wished that there had just been that one person that understood totally and completely where I was coming from. I want to be that person. I’m hoping that these words may find their way to someone that needs to hear them, that they may bring light to someone thats been stuck in their dark place for far too long. Im hoping that they will inspire courage and hope, as well as entertain and bring laughter- because, folks, if you cant find even the slightest sliver of humor in admist of the darkness, you can trust that me and my big mouth and sarcastic tendencies will find some for you!

Anxiety and depression, post traumatic stress disorder, borderline personality disorder, bipolar- so many more to list, these are all conditions that make things from our past so much harder to face and process, and I have a few of them in the bag. And honestly, were all in this together. So please, if you feel like following, reading, feeling, pull up a seat and settle on in. I recommend pouring a glass of wine or something of the sort- god knows I’ve probably got a glass going 90% of the time while Im writing, and good wine deserves good company- and hopefully what you feel will be good reading. Thats about all I have for now- stay tuned for the next post... where I’ll really start to delve into the fun stuff, once I decide which pile of dirty laundry to pull out first. I want all you beautiful souls to keep your heads up- youre amazing!

#letgo #loveyourself #takeawaythepower #selftalk #selfcare #mental health

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thundercracer · 6 years ago

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“Soft as Petals”

Fandom: Bandori/BanG Dream! Ship/Pairing: Ichigaya Arisa / Yamabuki Saya - Arisaya

Summary: Ichigaya Arisa wanted nothing to do with having a soulmate. It was rare. And more importantly; it was painful. So, when she starts vomiting flower petals from her lungs? She's clearly cursed. #hanahaki-disease, #soulmate-au

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Arisa felt cheated.

She'd read stories about worlds where soulmates simply shared pain or their names were magically shown on each other's wrists. Where someone saw in black and white until they met their soulmate. Hell, she’d even read about people who had timers on their skin, leading up to when they met their other half!

If only the world she lived in could be that easy.

No; soulmates were a cruel, difficult thing to have. They weren't super common as it were, but they existed. Not everyone had a soulmate. In fact, the vast majority of the population didn't.

Clinics existed for those who did and wanted to be rid of the problem. And many people did - many preferred to not find or love their soulmate as opposed to the sensation of vomiting flower petals every other hour on the daily. To rid themselves of the feeling of thorns in their throat.

It sounded much more romanticized and painless than it was. Who knew coughing up something as soft and pretty as flower petals tore up a person's esophagus and made them bleed? Movies made it out to be some beautiful thing and non soul-bonded folk hyped it up and fawned over the concept.

She stared into the toilet she had just hacked up into, glaring at the petals that hadn't quite made their way inside. As though they were mocking her.

Slightly curled white petals scattered about her, almost shaped like rose petals but not quite. Some of them - the most recent - were speckled with scarlet. Arisa smudged the blood dripping down her chin with the back of her hand as she glared at them with contempt.

Of course she had a soulmate.

Of course life couldn’t be easy for her. Arisa had learned early that life wasn’t an easy thing. Especially for her… Couldn’t catch a damn break, it seemed.

Arisa, of all people, wanted nothing to do with this whole soulmate thing. She’d never thought it was romantic or sweet, the way soulmates dealt with their issues. It was the worst! Most of the time soulmates didn’t even meet, since vomiting flowers wasn’t exactly a way to automatically know who your soulmate was! And most of the time people got them removed because they were disruptive and painful.

She rubbed at her throat, suddenly feeling tired and torn up.

She picked up a relatively clean petal and felt the velvety softness of it between the tips of her fingers. How odd, she thought, that something so soft and fragile could rip up my throat like that.

Kasumi and the others didn’t even know this had been going on. She wanted to keep it that way. She would rather not worry them. Especially if she was just going to get the damn buds removed in the end. Knowing them, they might even try to convince her to keep them.

They were all in a different class, anyway. It’s not like they knew how much she ran off during class to go puke flora. She greatly considered not going to school anymore, like she did before… the damn flowers only started showing up after she’d started attending again.

She was terrified that her soulmate was nearby.

The flowers didn’t start until a person met their soulmate face to face, after all.

What if it’s someone in Poppin’ Party?

She rarely allowed herself to follow that thought. Didn’t want to indulge herself in the ideas of one of her friends being her soulmate. It couldn’t be that easy. Yet… she couldn’t stop from imagining Saya’s bright, warm smile when she thought of who her soulmate could possibly be.

It didn’t make any sense though, as Saya didn’t seem to be having the same problems Arisa was having. In fact it seemed like Arisa was the only one in either class that even showed signs of having the disease.

So, instead, she opted to suffer in silence as more and more white petals fluttered from her lungs. She endured flurries of ivory as petals cascaded from her tired, ragged throat in a whirlwind; a storm. Alone and in relative silence.

Tae seemed to know something was up; she was much more observant than people gave her credit for. She seemed to just… know things, somehow. It was both odd yet endearing. But she’d been giving Arisa the side eye more and more frequently as her condition worsened.

The amount of times she’d been forced to excuse herself from their band practice sessions was increasing, she was loathe to admit. She was just glad she wasn’t the vocalist of the group! And while the others just worried she was overworking herself or getting sick, Tae seemed to be reserved with her concern.

“Arisa?” Tae voiced her thoughts one afternoon. The two of them were alone - a rare occurrence - as they waited on the others to arrive. “Are you hiding something from us?”

The girl in question grunted, trying not to let her surprise show through. She rubbed at her throat, not really thinking about it before waving off her bandmate.

“Nothing’s wrong, O-Tae. Don’t worry about it.”

“But I am worried.” Tae’s face was stern, serious. More so than Arisa could remember it being. “And so are the others.”

“Geh…” Of course they’d been talking about it. There was no way they weren’t all concerned with her, after running off all the time. Probably didn’t help when she refused to comment on it, either. “It’s… not that big of a deal.”

Tae gave her a piercing look before allowing the conversation to deviate away from dangerous territory. Arisa just didn’t want the others to be weirded out with her… like she was some sort of diseased, condition-ridded freak.

She’d been looking into clinics that offered removal services… But she found herself hesitating every time she went to call to make an appointment. As much as she wanted to permanently rid herself of these accursed petals… she still found herself wanting that connection with someone. And thus she found herself exploring the idea of being in love. As if someone would want to be in love with a person like her.

Saya had been showing signs of weariness in the times following Arisa’s confrontation with Tae. She had unusual bags under her eyes and her smiles didn’t quite reach her eyes, the way they always did. The way they were supposed to.

The girl immediately confided in the band, taking comfort in the support and presence of her friends. The exact opposite of Arisa…

“I think I have a soulmate,” Saya admitted one late afternoon as everyone packed up instruments and wrapped up the evening.

Arisa felt her heart lurch towards her throat, feeling the itch that pricked her lungs every time she so much as glanced in Saya’s direction. She looked up at her, dismayed.

The others gathered around, chittering excitedly.

“Oooh!” Kasumi’s voice was bubbly and thrilled. “Do you know who they are? What flowers are you growing?”

Saya laughed lightly, a lovely sound, as she entertained Kasumi’s prodding questions. “I don’t know who they are… But I’ve been coughing up daisy petals for a few weeks now. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I needed to let you guys know.”

“How do you know they’re daisies?” Arisa found herself piping up, almost against her will. She ignored the itching at the back of her throat as Saya’s sky blue eyes met her gaze.

“Oh, that’s the easy part.” Saya offered a smile, though it seemed confused as she rubbed at her own neck. “There’s lots of sites with flower languages and soulmate flower identifiers and stuff like that.”

“Oh…” Arisa hadn’t ever thought of that… She wondered what her own white petals were and what they meant.

“Yeah,” Saya continued, “I guess daisies mean purity, innocence, and true love. It’s so cute! I really want to meet them…”

Arisa ignored Rimi and Kasumi squealing and cooing as she stared right at Saya. She felt the burbling of petals building in her chest, dying to be let free. Before she could think - before she could even consider rushing out - she found herself in a coughing fit.

The others were around her immediately as she curled in on herself, her face in the crook of her elbow as she fought against the flurry of pain that battered against her gullet. She couldn’t see the bewildered expressions the others had as she hacked up petal after alabaster petal.

Saya stared at her with open awe. She moved, resting to a stop in front of her. Arisa’s skin burned as Saya’s gentle yet calloused hand grasped her wrist.

“Arisa?”

She couldn’t answer - she couldn’t breathe - as her coughing fit only worsened with the searing touch of Saya’s skin against her own.

Hands cupped her cheeks as she was forced to look into Saya’s eyes. The other girl had begun coughing herself, a single white petal resting on the bottom of her lip. It was thinner, more narrow than Arisa’s own thick petals… Not curled, but just as white.

The other members of Poppin’ Party seemed glued to their spots, unsure of how to proceed.

“Arisa?” she heard Saya’s voice, low and gentle, murmur by her ear. She felt her heart jolt and clench at their proximity. “Do… I guess this is a silly question, but do you have a soulmate?”

Arisa tried her best to glare, not quite succeeding as her eyes were watery.

“Is it me?” Saya asked in a tone that was too hopeful for Arisa’s comfort. As though she’d love nothing more for that to be true. As though being Arisa’s soulmate was something so desirable. “Are these gardenias for me?”

“You even know these ones too?” Arisa managed to get out, her voice shaky and cracked. “How much time did you spend researching this shit?”

“Gardenias… ‘They symbolize purity and sweetness. They indicate secret love. They convey joy. They tell the receiver they are lovely’.”

Arisa felt her cheeks brighten considerably as she grumbled, “Didn’t even answer my question…”

Saya grinned at her, something smug and teasing. “Do you think I’m lovely, Arisa?”

And, in a moment of sudden boldness, Arisa said, “Who wouldn’t?”

It was rare to see Saya’s cheeks bloom with the colors of spring, but Arisa found herself being treated to it. What a lovely sight it was… Arisa felt the aching of her lungs fade with the warmth of love as she went to swipe at the tears that had sprung from the seas of Saya’s eyes.

“Don’t cry, dummy…” Arisa chided halfheartedly. “I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner…”

She squeaked in surprise as Saya wrapped her into her arms, slender yet strong. Saya was openly crying as she said, “You’re always trying to take everything on by yourself…” her voice warbling.

“I know… I’m sorry.”

“I love you,” Saya said, as though they were the only ones in the room.

Arisa felt the thorns in her throat, in her lungs, wither in her chest as she was brought into a kiss as soft as petals.

#YET ANOTHER SOULMATE AU FROM ME #bandori #bang dream #ichigaya arisa #yamabuki saya #arisaya #hanahaki disease #soulmate au #my writing #fanfic

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Why I Choose Bitcoin Cash

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Why I Choose Bitcoin Cash

I prefer a Peer to see digital money over the whole lot. Correct now the first-class form of this comes in the form of Bitcoin cash, which holds the ticker BCH on virtually all exchanges. My title is Collin Enstad, i’ve lived in the USA my entire lifestyles. I am a freelance director / cinematographer / steadicam operator. I first heard about Bitcoin in 2013 in the course of its bubble, the place it peaked at $1200. I consider my first purchase was once around $one hundred fifty however I only bought a bit bit, as much as I might find the money for being a broke school pupil. I made some cash and purchased matters with it, like this bizarre digicam rig. Of course part of the adoption of bitcoin is brought about via men and women speculating trying to generate income off of it. But i noticed I had actual utility, I could use it as money. An investment that’s liquid as hell. Excellent. I requested an harmless query in late 2015 on the uncensored bitcoin subreddit, /r/btc: ELI5: Why achieve this many individuals insist on a small block size?. I got first-rate answers, similar to Blockstreams function in taking up the progress, how Peter Todd remains to be seeking to these days to kill 0-affirmation transactions, and how the Core devs have been proscribing the bottom layer to push a 2nd one that they claimed would be even higher than the actual blockchain.All of these aspects nonetheless maintain proper to nowadays. I even respect a number of the names within the thread from again then with persons I still speak to in these days. I even had some put up calling out theymos, the king of censorship, round this time. How things have no longer transformed. The extra I dig up the more obvious the manipulation of public opinion. Once more, this was once in 2015 this was all being called out, 4 years ago. Thats close to 1/2 of bitcoins lifetime. Crypto is really just politics, but on a time scale which appears hundreds and hundreds of times faster.I was once continuously a huge blocker. 1MB is tiny. Its less knowledge than a 2d of this video. It gave the impression a majority of the community back in 2015 was once for bigger blocks too. How a small crew of Core developers took over and sabotaged the bitcoin experiment with never-ending small blocks will be rather the exciting case be taught in historical past class. Im nonetheless seeking to utterly wrap my head around how Gavin, the character Satoshi entrusted with the keys to the bitcoin code, used to be pushed out and ostracized for looking the logical answer, higher blocks.Its a narrative that takes a long time to tell, and entails a false Satoshi. Im currently engaged on a feature size documentary about the shitshow that’s bitcoins history. The real down and dirty bitcoin politics, no longer some loud mouth troll showing up on tv spouting nonsense. So the fork happened in August 2017 and the large block version, Bitcoin cash, didn’t win over the hearts and minds of traders. Instantaneous ridicule from the Core persons ensued, as used to be par for the path. Bcash is trash was once their mantra, in an try to rip the word bitcoin out of its name. Now take into account, theymos fairly ramped up his censorship on /r/bitcoin in 2015. Reddit used to be THE spot to talk bitcoin, and theymos actions make him, individually, the only greatest affect on this whole Scaling warfare. Go to any publish from again then about theymos increasing moderation and appear at how many individuals vehemently adverse it.One of bitcoins most important residences is censorship-resistance, however apparently whenever you go away the protocol layer you additionally abandon all of its ethos. When your methods hotel to silencing the opposition you understand your arguments aren’t on stable floor. If they were, they might let all of the dissent come their approach and evaporate before them in the face of truth. However no. The block and ban buttons are used as a type of religious piety. This itself was once a tremendous red flag that some thing used to be wrong with Bitcoin. As a latest concrete instance of manipulation, My ultra-modern video criticizing the lightning community was once the top put up on /r/btc, except every week historic news story broke in regards to the Twitter CEO, Jack, purchasing a hardware pockets all of a sudden unseated it. This Jack story was once in a antagonistic sub and it won the highest spot in an hour. Mods deleted the submit shortly after. The account had a history of vote botting. Proof Of Social Media. Par for the course for those against peer to peer money. And this this is the place I just get angry.BTC does no longer work as a trustworthy form of money, but its still pushed on unsuspecting noobs, many who now go to the bcash sunday service. These social media influencers have 10s of hundreds of thousands of followers that they preach the nice word to absolutely this many folks wouldnt listen to any person who was just basically unsuitable! This market is immature and albeit, just dumb. I really awoke to all of this when instantly I was paying $1 for a transaction rate in early 2017. This isn’t what I signed up for. My money will have to not disappear every time I need to move it. When Bitcoin cash forked, I was all in, actually with my nonetheless tiny stash and figuratively from an ideological standpoint. Does this provide me investment bias? Almost always, however again, Im now not talking tremendous cash right here.Irregardless, I do my research and its the one coin i can confidently put my cash in. I do know what it is trying to do is the reason bitcoin was created in the first place, which is what once more? Oh yeah, to offer each person in the world an possibility to be their own bank. To give humans the potential to transact with anyone in the world with out the necessity of a 3rd celebration, even if they make not up to $2 a day. That is bitcoin. I kept diving deeper into the rabbit hole. Undoubtedly each person couldnt be this deluded however they were. Advocating for the shrewd factor of raising the blocksize and how BCH is a reliable variation of Bitcoin on social media has been tiring. I dont know the way a few of these trolls are so lively and simply hostile.I grew up with the web, part of the primary iteration that had social media for his or her whole middle and excessive institution experience. However these bitcoin guys man, the most poisonous i have ever seen. You have to have thick epidermis when you even believe about having impartial idea in crypto. Its sad. I haven’t any doubt there are individuals whose full-time job it is to sow up disagreement and strife within people who want to see Bitcoin be the arena money. Theres even proof of In November of 2017 I made a industrial for BCH with the support of the Bitcoin money association. It used to be a excessive high-quality industrial in a barber store which showed bitcoin getting used as cash. Response from the group was once nice, and i located myself in Tokyo a pair months later shooting the Satoshis vision convention, where a few of the Bitcoin cash group attended.I interviewed lots of the prime leaders in BCH for the period of that point interval for my documentary together with Craig Wright. This man appeared to come out of nowhere and was once a large suggest of Bitcoin cash. He had charisma, unquestionably, even when his Satoshi claims have been iffy. I consider the BCH neighborhood sided with him on account that he was once so anti-core. An enemy of an enemy is your buddy. And on the grounds that this buddy was very aggressive and outspoken in the direction of the purpose, many were inclined to let his shadiness slide.However very quickly after this convention actual bitcoin devs, who in reality work on and comprehend the bitcoin protocol, began calling him out on his lies. It was once rough to confess youd been duped, but right here we all are. Then, of direction he forked off into his possess coin months later, and his fraud lives on. Then comes the altcoin arguments. For those who dont like BTC so much simply use nano? Dash is the real peer to see cash! Lol noob do you even cardano? Well, considering BCH has the identical transaction historical past relationship again to the genesis block in 2009, one could argue the distribution of the coin is more decentralized than any of the altcoins, due to the fact that it has been around the longest.Im a strong believer in Proof of work as well. Even though BCH has a lot less hashpower than BTC, it has been shown how a gigantic portion of hash would transfer to BCH in safeguard of a malicious actor, like we noticed within the hashwar. The miners like Bitcoin money, however they generally follow gains, and this means mining BTC and BCH on the same price as the fee ratio between them. Now that BCH is free from its former crippled blocksize, most things the altcoins can do, BCH would enforce itself. Even things just like the lightning community would work muchhhh higher on Bitcoin cash as a result of the small charges to open and shut channels. Bitcoin was once intended to be the one crypto that ruled all of them, absorbing the quality altcoin facets. Vitalik Buterin found out this was no longer the case to any extent further, and he ran off to make Ethereum in 2015 after a lot combating with the Core devs. So right here I to find myself, in March 2019, nonetheless a supporter of Bitcoin cash. That you may believe the creative and grassroots power of individuals who just wish to construct. I hear the Bitcoin OGs say its the same spirit that bitcoin had it in its early days.Persons that CARE about making bitcoin exceptional again. And of path, the small blocks made building apps problematic for devs, because the excessive charges and sluggish confirmations might disable some functions who relied on inexpensive and speedy transactions. Full blocks rationale unreliability. And if youre a dev and need to construct an app, why within the hell would you use a base protocol that can instantly price $50 for a single use. If BCH stops being the excellent type of P2P money, make no mistake, i’d drop aid. Im no longer a blind follower and am at all times watching to mission my beliefs. Tokens, Decentralized handles, Badger wallet, suggestions.Cash, CashShuffle, Satoshidice the record goes on. So many of those projects are simply now hitting the Bitcoin cash market, and wallets are looking to catch up and implement these elements as speedy as they may be able to.Its nonetheless early in Bitcoin Cashs development existence, and the power within the community is the equal one I felt once I first received into it, vibrant, filled with hope for a greater future, and now with an added tenacity to make certain that no dangerous actors can once once more spoil the imaginative and prescient of Peer to look cash for the complete world. .

#bitcoin #bitcoin cash #bitcoincash #crypto #cryptocurrency

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batterymonster2021 · 5 years ago

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Why I Choose Bitcoin Cash

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Why I Choose Bitcoin Cash

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vtori73 · 3 years ago

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Some big comic that I saw a lot of LGBT people promote when it first came out seems to possibly be Biphobic & honestly... I'm kind of surprised no one has talked about it either because it's not really there OR the people I follow who've read/are aware the comic exists don't notice, care and/or don't believe that shit is actually Biphobic/harmful and even believe in it themselves.

I wouldn't be all that surprised though because LG people LOVE to ignore our issues and if not directly also love to very casually promote and spread Biphobia. And since this casual Biphobia is so common plenty of younger Mspec and Mspec people who don't have Bi communities to join & follow tend to end up absorbing this Biphobia and believing LG folks bullshit about us ( like that "straight passing privilege" is real, or Biphobia is just misdirected homophobia, or Freddie Mercury is gay, or just LITERALLY SO MUCH OTHER LIES they tell about us & our community).

And actually something I'm going to start doing from now on is... if an LG person (or even anyone who isn't Mspec) tries to make "diverse" Queer media & it NEVER mentions us, never uses our names (Bi, Pan, Omni, Poly), or doesn't make it clear enough we have capacity to be attracted to more than one gender, stays away from using stereotypes while not making us seem like lite gays or straights I'm going to start labeling that shit Biphobic/Mspec-phobic & moving on because I'm sick of it.

But anyway regarding that book I mentioned earlier, I have to see for myself but supposedly the main antagonist in that book is labeled bad or morally wrong by the main character for various things but one being "experimenting with boys" and the only (possibly other Bi character because I think the antagonist is suppose to be a Lesbian but I don't know but regardless that scene still comes off Mspec-phobic) Bi character depicted in the book was cheating on their boyfriend with a woman and... yeah, I shouldn't have to explain why that's Biphobic.

However, since I've never read the book I'm willing to say this stuff could be wrong or taken out of context looks worse than it is BUT Im kind of willing to believe it's true off-bat mostly because I feel us Bi people are less likely to call something out BECAUSE we don't want to get piled on for daring to speak on something thats "gay rep" that so many other love and praise and I'm tired of it honestly. It ain't shit if it shits on my community, fuck that.

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houseofvans · 7 years ago

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SKETCHY BEHAVIORS | Jennifer Parks (Portland, OR)

We’ve been following the magical and mystical artwork of Portland artist Jennifer Parks whose drawings of witches, women, and woodland creatures bring a dark delight to our sensibilities. Not only does Jennifer create these fantastical illustrations and ceramics, but also helps to curate and organize shows at the artist run space, Pony Club in Portland. We’re excited to feature Jennifer’s art and talk to her about her influences, artistic process, and find out more what she’s up too in the rest of 2017!

Artist portrait by Richard Darbonne | Images courtesy of the artist

Who are you and what do you do?

My name is Jennifer Parks and I make drawings and ceramic things. I’m also a gallery owner, cat mama, part-time bartender, and believer of ghosts and magic.

When did you first come across art or find yourself making stuff? What it something your parents encouraged or were you always a doodler type of person?

I was always a doodler. I started drawing as soon as I could pick up a crayon. I think pre-school was when I realized I was sort of good at it and started to get encouragement from my parents and other adults.

Did you go to art school or take classes for illustration? What’s your art background?

I took art classes in high school, and junior college and that led me to the Pacific Northwest College of Art here in Portland. I majored in illustration with a focus on storytelling.

Your artwork has a distinct flavor to it that we love–not only is it filled with fauna, nature, but a female character often surrounded by magical and mystical elements. Can you tell us a little bit about how your illustration and artwork reached this point?

It was a natural evolution I think. I learned to draw girls by drawing my mother’s porcelain doll collection. She had a lot of these dolls which were pretty but also kind of creepy. They all had on fancy victorian dresses with lace and floral patterns. I think that led to my interest in old black and white victorian photos which then led to my interest that dark era of witchcraft, seances, and ghosts.

Ive always had a fascination with death and the idea that its not the end, so it just felt natural to start adding those elements to my drawings. Plus, at some point I got tired of people telling me my drawings were “pretty’ and “cute”. Adding some dark and mysterious elements to them made me feel more comfortable.

When I moved to the Pacific Northwest about 13 years ago, which is just surrounded by lush wilderness, I started including those elements as well. I think its hard to live here and not be inspired by our surroundings. They are pretty magical.

What inspires the imagery and symbolism that we find throughout your illustrations?

I am totally fascinated by death, the afterlife, and anything supernatural. Ghosts, aliens, magic, etc. I think there are so many things around us that we can’t see and I like to include some of that magic and mystery in my drawings. The world is kind of boring without them.

We’re always curious about an artists’ process. What’s your process like? Sketchbook, night owl, or scheduled drawing time?

I’m such a night owl. Its sad really. My best drawing hours are somewhere between 8pm and 3am. I will sit at a desk all day with coffee, listening to podcasts, trying to draw, but I really don’t get started until the sun goes down.

What’s a medium you’ve yet to try and want to start dabbling in? Any specific reasons?

I really want to learn how to do intaglio or lithography. I love printmaking and how involved the process can be. Intaglio has been around since the mid 1400’s and lithography since the late 1700’s… It would be amazing to learn such an old process.

Not only do you make some amazing illustrations and murals, but your ceramic pieces are insanely cool and rad. Tells us a little about how you got into ceramics? What do you love about that medium that maybe you can’t achieve or don’t necessarily get from illustration?

I had been collecting these vintage plates and painting faces and designs into them for awhile. It was a lot of fun, but I wanted to take it to the next level and actually make the plate as well. So I decided to take a ceramics course at my local community college. I immediately fell in love with it. I had dabbled in clay before but nothing felt like ceramic clay. Its so soft and easy to work with. I took a morning class because it was the only thing that worked with my schedule and even though its so hard for me to be awake and functioning that early I found it very calming and therapeutic. Now I have my own kiln. If I don’t feel like focusing on drawing, I will just grab my clay, make some shapes, and carve into them. I don’t have to think too hard about the imagery. Thats one of my favorite things about it. I feel like I can zone out and just carve anything into them and it looks cool. Working with ceramics has taught me to be less uptight and less attached to my work. Im clumsy and break so many pieces after hours of working on them. All I can do is shrug it off and start over.

What’s your studio or creative space like? What would we find in there–what do you keep around for inspiration or do you keep it minimal?

My studio space is pretty cluttered with things. I have so many art supplies, frames, paper, old drawings, prints, etc. I have a big drawing table and a big ceramic table. I have lots of art up for inspiration, some plants, and of course a few cats running around.

Does music play a role in your artistic process? Does it inspire you or is it more of something that keeps you company while you work? Can you share with us what your top 5 songs/bands that you are currently into?

I do listen to music while I work, but honestly not very often. I find music very intense and very distracting when Im trying to focus. Im better off having a documentary of some sort playing in the background while I draw.

You also run a gallery space called Pony Club where you support and show artists! How did this idea come about for Pony Club and when did you start it and how has that evolved? What’s been the most challenging part of running a space? What’s been the best part of it?

I got lucky enough to be invited to join the gallery in 2009. Its a collective of 6 artists that work out of the space, curate shows, and help run the shop. It started off as a gallery run by a group of cartoonists who catered heavily to that scene. It hasn’t changed too much, except that the members are different and we began to focus more on illustration.

I would say the most challenging part is trying to run/manage a small group of artists. We all have our own careers and ideas that we are trying to focus on. It can be challenging to find the time focus on the space, promoting other artists, and taking care of other business-related responsibilities.

The most rewarding part is being able to provide a venue for young new illustrators, printmakers, and cartoonists.

Who are your top 5 favorite artists (past or contemporary?) that folks should check out.

Right now Ive been drooling over works by Alex Kuno, Andrea Wan, Tran Nguyen, Saddo, and Bill Crisafi.

Lots of times artists aren’t just one thing, what do you do when you’re not making art or helping out at Pony Club? How do you spend your free time?

Im usually practicing witchcraft or hanging out in the forest.

If folks wanted to follow in your footsteps, what advice or what would you tell folks?

Make sure your in love with what you do, and that your not doing it for the wrong reasons. If your stuck in a rut, go outside to find some inspiration or try a new medium.

Never stop creating.

Tell us about the art community in Portland? Seems like a tight community of talented folks. Who are some of your local favorites?

The art community is pretty amazing here. It feels like we are all part of this very supportive, very talented and caring family. It can be a little overwhelming to have so many awesome artists around you, but it helps to keep you motivated and doing your best.

Some of my favorite local artists are Mark Rogers, Christina Mrozik, Lauren Gonsalves, Martin Ontiveros and Susannah Kelly.

What’s are your favorite Vans? How would you describe your personal style?

My favorite vans are the old school retro looking hi-tops. I wear a lot of black. My style is somewhere between artsy, witchy, and lazy.

What’s your favorite art secret that you’d like to share with folks?

Its not really a secret but artists are really magicians.

What’s coming up for you in the rest of the 2017 year that folks should stay tuned in for?

I will be painting a mural in August with my awesome buddy Meg Adamson for the Forest For The Trees Mural Fest. And hopefully, I will also be learning to tattoo!

Follow Jennifer Parks Website: www.spectralgardens.com Instagram: @spectralgardens

#Art #Vans #vans art #vans girls #Sketchy Behavior #jennifer parks

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These are the 16 painful lessons I learned writing 10,211 headlines in 100 days

Cue: instant anxiety attack.

In a Facebook group, I had just announced my experiment for the next 100 days:

Write 100 headlines for 100 companies in 100 days.

To which a certain someone posted this comment:

Joel is a Copy Hackers veteran. I have tremendous respect for him.

So I naturally felt nauseous when I read his words of… what’s another word for “dyspepsia”?

His follow-up comment didn’t help:

The room started spinning.

My breath was shallow. My stomach made tiger noises, and I might have peed a little. What the hell had I just committed to?

For some unimaginable reason, I soldiered on, convinced I could prove Mr. Joel Klettke and all the [super-sane] naysayers wrong. So I began….

The terrifying climb to 10,000 headlines: What I did every day for 100 days (even when it hurt)

Each day, I’d pick a topic to write 100 headlines about.

Oh, that’s another thing: every day, I’d write about a different topic. Because 100 headlines in 100 days wasn’t crazy enough – I needed to add that extra edge of insanity.

So each day I’d dive into a site for The Topic of the Day. Things like:

Pacific Shave Company The Fart Candle Quip Toothbrush

And I’d see what the players in that world were doing. (For consumer products, I’d check Amazon reviews just like Jo taught me.)

Then I’d write my headlines – more about that very soon – and share them with my growing list of 53 interested-in-watching-me-fall subscribers. My first few posts to those fine folks – which you can check out here – were ROUGH. See, I had no process. I was doing what we all do when we start writing copy but don’t really think about it as more than words on a page. My hacked process went like so:

I’d write as many headlines as I could (without a template or starting point), Identify themes in those headlines, Highlight a few words, Hit a wall and Glance at my list of ~400 headline formulas.

Each time I glanced at those formulas, I generated anywhere from 3 to 8 new headlines. Some stuck too close to the template. Some were the product of what was clearly the wrong mindset. Some went off the rails entirely. If you want to see how disparate a group of headlines written fast can be, check out my Tutorial Tuesday replay here, where I live-write a bunch of headlines in this reusable Airstory headlines template:

Sometimes I’d catch a hot streak and 100 headlines seemed to write themselves. Those days were magic.

It won’t surprise you to find that, as the days wore on and as 100 headlines turned into 2500 headlines, I learned a bunch of stuff. Like, I learned I’d need to adjust my voice rather than fit each topic into my voice – something I had completely overlooked during concept and something that was, alone, worth learning over the 100-day experiment.

That was a small lesson.

Five much larger lessons cropped up, which I’d love to share with you now (before we get into the pain of 10,211 headlines)…

The 5 big content lessons @prettyflycopy learned during his “100 headlines a day” experiment, on…Click To Tweet

Lesson 1: What headlines actually are.

Turns out each day was not an exercise in finding “100 ways for Justin to phrase things.”

It was an exercise in finding “100 value propositions for the company.”

Headlines are – very often – variations on a value proposition.

When I realized that, I found myself in a tricky spot. This was no longer a side experiment. This was a job. I was doing the work of copywriting. I instantly knew what Joel had hinted at:

The project might not be so fun.

BTW, I should mention I’m an in-house writer with a day job. So these posts were in addition to my full-time gig. And client work. And family time.

Lord help me if I had a lunch meeting – I had to tack on extra time in the evening. On weekends, replace “work” with “client work.” …Have I mentioned my wife is a saint?

Within 10 days, I could whip up 25 headlines in minutes – no template needed. Common formulas ingrained themselves in my brain and I started each day with lines like:

For ___ who want to ___ Get ___ without the ___ Helping ____ do ____ The only ____ that doesn’t ____ The (good news) inside (bad news)

These first headlines would never be the best of the bunch, but they eased me into the post. Writing them gave me a rhythm. I’d often find the germ of a better headline in the first attempts. It was the crappy first draft every copywriter needs.

As I mentioned, I started with about 400 headline formulas. As the first 10 days went by, I eliminated 110 formulas from my template. Some were duplicates, some were lazy… and others felt manipulative (more on that later). But a handful rose to the top.

By Day 20, I was rolling. I adapted recurring themes, discovered how to really empathize with the customer and found myself digging deeper. I even used a few lines in my client work and day job. And when I missed a single day? I felt so bad that, the following afternoon, I wrote 200 lines.

By now I was writing headlines like:

On Day 30, I felt like a whiz. Whipping 50-60 lines off the top of my head, no problemo. My subscriber list was growing. I started tinkering with themes from the 7 deadly sins, and I was sailing smooth. Sometimes a bad list of headlines cropped up, but no worries. I felt good. I felt alive.

I felt smart.

I should have expected what followed…

Day 40 brought complete and total burnout.

I was tired. I wasn’t sleeping. And my brain was drained.

Actual video of me at work

Also, my wife was over it. My kids had stopped asking me to play with them because they knew I’d say no. It was a dark time for the rebellion. If it weren’t for Joel’s quote on my screen – yes, I made it my screensaver – I might have given up.

On Day 50, I gave myself a day off. I still posted for my readers, but I didn’t write my 100 headlines. I broke the streak.

It felt GREAT, to be honest.

One day off wasn’t enough to make me a good family man again, but, hey, it was a start. Which brings me to…

Lesson 2: Take breaks.

Recharge your soul. Your sanity (and your family) will appreciate it.

By Day 50, I also changed the way I approached topics. I picked fun brands. There were a lot of Shark Tank products, weird Kickstarter campaigns and ridiculous items like mailable potatoes, light-up toilets, and wine for cats. Strange as it was, I loved these. I wrote headlines like:

Maybe this was my niche??

Just like that, two more big lessons smacked me in the brain…

Lesson 3: If you’re not enjoying the process, change the process.

This feeling might mean that you’re doing it wrong.

Keep tweaking until you find your fit.

And:

Lesson 4: The way you’re thinking about a “niche” may be entirely wrong.

I was looking for a category when I should have been looking for a voice.

The WHO mattered more than the WHAT.

Days 50-70 were light. I collaborated with other writers, like Lianna Patch, Alaura Weaver and Hillary Weiss, who let me write headlines for their existing content. Working with them made me step up my game. Because not only would I have to emulate their voice, but I’d also have their feedback. They’d be the judge of the lines.

Those posts made me feel so much less alone.

And I gained some street cred. People were reaching out to me, and I landed 3 podcast interviews. Recognizable names – like Joanna Wiebe! – subscribed to my recap or followed me on social.

I had become “The Headline Guy.”

I was getting faster, too. I could hit 80+ lines without referring to the list of formulas and often knocked out full lists of 100 headlines during lunch. This meant more free time at home with my family—something I did not take for granted.

By the time @prettyflycopy had written 7000 headlines, he started to get, well, kinda good at itClick To Tweet

On Day 71, I went full masochist.

I threw out the list of formulas.

I took 37 classic direct response headlines, printed them out… and that’s all I used for the last 29 posts. From that point forward, it was Eugene Schwartz, John Caples, Jay Abraham… and me.

Things got veeeery interesting.

I revisited previous topics, chose a few I was afraid to tackle earlier, and homed in on brands I thought would be fun. By focusing on the direct response examples, the lists became more emotional. I was hitting on fears and wishes. The lines had more story. More empathy.

But there was a dark side.

I teetered on clickbait. (BTW, I *hate* clickbait. In fact, an underlying theme of this project was to prove clickbait shouldn’t exist. I was tired of clicking ads that used the work of copywriting geniuses only to be taken to disappointing articles. Eyes on you, BuzzFeed-style-headlines.)

I wanted only to use the power of these direct response classics for good. Because I knew, with a little extra effort, writers could properly manage expectations. So I dove into the curiosity behind the lines and phrased them to be more positive.

The new style took longer to write – some posts clocked in at 2 hours – but that was OK. It meant I wasn’t coasting. I was challenging myself.

I also cashed in a few mental health days. I still posted but didn’t write a list of headlines. This helped me regulate my sanity, remember my kids and spend time with my wife. Plus, it eliminated the soul-crushing anxiety that paralyzed my brain when I blanked on ideas for topics. I needed those small breaks.

By this point, I was getting fast, I was getting good and I was finding my groove not with 100s of headline formulas but with a small list of awesome ones. Next up, I found myself diving deeper into emotions I hadn’t really explored in my copywriting before – emotions like:

Fear Frustration Powerlessness Anger Betrayal Revenge

The lines were good.

Probably some of the strongest I’d written.

But I didn’t like going to The Dark Side.

It felt manipulative. I realized that writing aggressive-style copy just isn’t me. More validation that – to me – voice is more important than topic.

On Day 90, I struck a balance between bolder emotions and the formulas I had memorized. I went back to The Light Side. Security, happiness, relaxation, hope. Ah, now this was me. And my headlines were – objectively – far better than where they’d been back at Day 20 or when I went to the Dark Side. Here’s a snapshot of Day 95:

At Day 100, I was ecstatic. I had written 10,211 lines. 100 days of posting. 106 days of writing headlines. Yes, it took a few extra days, but nobody seemed to care.

Lesson 5: Family first. Always.

I had learned a ton.

Mostly, that The Headline Project wasn’t fair to my family. I was a shitty husband and father for 3 months. I know that’s not the lesson you want to read, but I cannot overstate the importance of family first. I’m lucky the damage I caused was only temporary. Now my wife smiles and my kids rush me for hugs again when I come home. Because it’s playtime.

As for what I learned during the whole process, well, that’s the whole reason you’re reading this, isn’t it?

So, here we go…

16 hard-earned headline takeaways 1. There are no shortcuts.

Do the work.

No hacks, article, or template can match putting on the gloves and getting dirty. There comes a time to stop reading and start doing. Practice makes permanent. It’s the only way to make things stick.

2. Clear beats clever. But sometimes you can do both.

Some of my favorite lines were direct and infused with personality.

Like these ones:

Once you learn to think on your feet, it doesn’t matter where you’re standing (Dumore Improv) Sorry. We don’t believe in wedgies (Pair of Thieves Underwear) Send a potato. It’ll still be funny when you’re sober (Potato Parcel) Just because dating can be awkward doesn’t mean you need to be (Nuphero Pheromone Spray) Where we write like Ogilvy & drink like Hemingway (The Copywriter Club)

They’re fun, but and they make sense. Those headlines all came late in the day’s post – often in the last half – so you need to dig.

Dig to find the best copy, via @copyhackers @prettyflycopyClick To Tweet

3. Don’t force your personality.

Sometimes I made light of sensitive topics. The biohazard cleaning post comes to mind.

But if you need these guys, it’s not a time to joke. Don’t put funny where funny doesn’t belong.

(Yes, this may sound contradictory to the whole voicey-nichey thing, but it’s not. This is something that wouldn’t be in my niche. See, I struggle to keep myself out of my writing. I need to find brands where that’s a fit.)

4. Boring topics don’t need to be boring.

Some of the tech sites were super nerdy. Bland copy for good software. And it’s a shame because they’re products that everyone can use.

However, the average consumer couldn’t understand what they do.

Surprisingly, these posts were fun to write once I swapped features for benefits:

Make your data sexy (Plotly graphing software) Helping families make it through long weekends without WiFi (Duracell batteries) Park your domains in a friendly lot (Domahub) Speed reading isn’t a skill. It’s a Chrome extension (Spritz speed reading app) How to animate your presentations like Pixar (Whiteboard animation agency)

I mean, I’m still not the guy to pitch a tech company. But if they asked me to explore the mainstream, I could give it a go.

5. Learn what you suck at.

Brands targeting women ain’t my thang. And that’s OK. Knowing this helped me turn down a project I now know I never could’ve done right.

6. Great things happen when you become your audience.

Remember Freaky Friday, The Change-Up or The Hot Chick? Or any of the other bazillion movies where characters change bodies?

After the initial flow of lines ended, I’d close my eyes and imagine myself as the consumer.

I’d mentally put myself in their body and ask myself:

Who would I be? What would I want? How would I feel? Which pains hurt most? What’s missing in my life?

Suddenly, the headlines were easier to write.

7. Writing headlines for a company you *think* you want to work with may result in a very different outcome.

I wrote 100 lines for a brand I had unsuccessfully cold-pitched.

Turns out, I struggled to find their voice.

I’m glad they didn’t get back to me. I wouldn’t have been a good fit. Now, before I reach out to a company, I practice.

Y’know, just in case they say yes.

8. Consumer products can be surprisingly fun to write about *if* they provide real value.

I never wrote much about physical goods before this.

But 7 of my top 11 posts were for products. And they were fun! I didn’t love writing about things you buy just to have (e.g., shirts, toys, grilling accessories), but if it adds value to your life – even if just a laugh – I’m all about it.

9. Google Images is a gold mine.

The day I accidentally clicked “image results” was a game changer.

I was writing about owl rescue, and I was stumped. When I saw the pictures, memes, movie stills and gifs, it was an awakening. The Harry Potter theme alone provided enough inspiration to finish the post. I never would’ve made that connection.

Now, whenever I get stuck, I go straight to images.

10. Write like Dr. Seuss.

Let your mind get silly. Funny rhymes, alliteration and a little wackiness are great for getting into a flow.

No, you’re not going to use them on your final product. But the path they lead you down might take you to your goal.

Here’s what I mean:

Rain, rain, go away. I’ll stay dry & watch them play (Under The Weather Sports Pods) Would you, could you, on a boat? (Florida Sailing Club) Sticks and stones may break your bones, but my words will make you money (Pretty Fly Copy) (ß actually, I did use this one on my final product) 11. Bold the important words.

Identify the keywords in your sentence.

Delete the rest.

Now go make new sentences with what remains. Tinker enough and you’ll find your line.

12. Templates have a place in this world.

I’ve never been one to rely on templates. It always felt like color-by-numbers. But now I see, when you add your own spin, they have tremendous value.

That being said, here’s an Airstory template with the headline formulas I used during my 100 days. To help you kick-start your own headline writing.

Use the formulas in Airstory 13. Clickbait is never OK and I will punch you in the face if you say different.

Because it’s lazy. In one post, I intentionally wrote in BuzzFeed’s style and it took zero skill. No effort, no challenge and no concentration. I could’ve written it while riding bareback on a zebra and cooking soup.

Stop wasting curiosity headlines on disappointing articles. It makes people hate you.

Instead, focus. If you’ve got a great headline on a shitty article, rewrite the article. You’re better than that.

14. “Copywriters aren’t born. They practice.”

I don’t know who to attribute this quote to, but they’re right.

Writing 10,000 headlines helped me nail messaging more than reading any article ever could.

Now instead of sifting through 41 million search results, I’m writing better.

15. Hard work never gets easier.

This project was like shooting myself with a gun each day to build a tolerance to bullets. It never didn’t hurt. But I learned I can take the pain.

16. Everything I learned about how to find my niche was wrong.

Wrong for me, I mean.

I was all over the map for 3 months. Sporting goods, bottomless muffins, poop-scented candles… You name it, I wrote about it.

And here’s what I found: the voice of the brand matters just as much as what they sell.

I want to work with fun, casual brands. Because that’s who I am.

The voice of the brand matters just as much as what they sell via @copyhackers @prettyflycopyClick To Tweet

So, I’m helping web-based services with taglines and easy-to-read copy. Simple messages for complicated businesses. It’s not something I ever would’ve focused on before, but it turns out, I’m pretty darn good at it.

TBH, between you and me, I’m still trying to figure it out…

Day 100: So, can I take on Caples, Schwartz and Ogilvy now?

Writing 100 headlines a day doesn’t mean I can beat a control.

It means I can think quicker and faster. It means the common formulas are familiar and I have a mental database to pull from. It means I can dig deeper than most people. I won’t stop until I strike gold. Oh, and I can probably find said gold in less time.

But am I better than YOUR best line? Well, that depends on you.

To win you need to test. You need to study your audience and feel their pain. And you need to be able to solve it. I explored ways to help people, but I never actually did it. I did write some great headlines though…

Should you do an experiment like The Headline Project?

A lot of people reached out to me when I finished. People wanted to work with me. People wrote to me the same way I write to those I admire.

Even Joel Klettke gave me a virtual pat on the back.

Best part was: it felt earned. I didn’t feel like an imposter.

The Headline Project gave me a seat at the big kid’s table. It crushed me at times, but it built me back up. It allowed me to re-prioritize my family into first position, and it gave me a path. More importantly, it grew the quality of my network. Admirable writers are now acquaintances. I’ve spoken at a summit. I’ve been recognized at events. And people email me for advice.

Would I recommend you do it? Maybe.

Anyone CAN do it. There’s nothing special about me. This wasn’t any easier for me than it would be for you. The only difference is that I did it.

And I’m glad I did…

…But I’m happy it’s over.

Stop waiting for permission.

There comes a point when you need to walk away from more lessons, more training, more videos – and get to work.

I didn’t get paid for The Headline Project. Nobody told me to write. I just did it.

So whatever your big idea is – a blog challenge, growing your list, finding your voice – whatever thing you’ve been reading about for months, you don’t need approval to begin.

And if permission is the thing you’ve been waiting for, here it is. I give you permission to start.

Go do something cool.

~justin

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welplookslikethisblogisdeadtoo · 8 years ago

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Nart Challenge

I was tagged by @samby-chan forever ago, thank ya for thinking of me!

Name your Favourite:

Female Character(s): Most of them holy shit. (Tho more so Temari, Sakura, Hinata, Tenten, Ino, Karui, Fū and Matsuri bc they’re all Queens Of My Heart <3)

Male Character(s): Again a lot of them?? Naruto, Gaara, Lee, Kiba, Kankuro and Choji (best relatable Taurian cinnamon rolls), Kakashi, and surprisingly or non-surprisingly (idk depends on how well you know me) Zetsu!

Team: The Sand Siblings honestly, though Team 8 and Team 10 are close ties in second place.

Sensei: Kakashi bc honestly as ive grown up i relate to him s o much im so tired and bitter all the time

Hokage: Nart bc hes living out his dream and making the world a better place u go boy

Kage: Gaara w/o doubt tbh his character development is off the rails holy shit, best kage hands down

Village: Suna (always has been always will be)

Akatsuki: Zetsu bc he combines 2 of the things i talk abt a lot w/ my friends: plants and cannibalism (the more u know)

Jutsu: idfk bro most are p cool i cant choose???

Episode/Chapters: idk bro

Fight Scene: Lee vs Gaara. Best fight and it was near the beginning of the series??? made me see Lee in a cOMPLETELY different light and can be summed up p well as: Holy Shit

Fanfiction: fcukn. Too Many. ALL of @artlessictoan‘s works, and a whole lot more but its 1AM and i am too tired to think rn

Story Arc: Chunin Exams, Sause Rescue Mission and Kazekage rescue ark were all Good tbh a lot of the others we’re just meh for me

Filler: no idea

OTP (explain why): NaruGaa bc gaara is gay af for nart and it gives me l i f e. also KankuKiba bc theyre terrible and theyre even more terrible together and its wonderful

NOTP (be nice): SakuSasu bc theres nothing between them At All and it hurts my brain 2 think that theyre still shipped after all the shit between them. that was me being v nice

Crackship(s): nah

BROTP: LeeGaa, KakaGai, and Kankukiba (i ship them a lOT romantically but oh my god they’re just the Definition of ‘just bros doing bro things’ and its hilarious. i also ship the other sips listed here but like...not as much as NaruGaa tho)

OT3: NaruHinaGaa oh my god i love them so so much (also InoShikaCho and Team 8 bc theyre cute af)

Crossover Ship: nah

Do you have any headcanons: Everyone is Gay in some way shape or form but gaara is the GayestTM and i think thats beautiful

Are you happy with the ending? What would you have done differently? More or less: Lol no it was shit. As for what i’d change? Lemme write u a list of just a smidge of what ive decided is canon in my own mind at least:

Neji didn’t die bc Fuck That

Neji and Hinata worked together to do something abt the Hyuga slavery

Nart and Sause lost their arms (nart has a prosthetic but it isnt that bandage bullshit we got)

Shit was worked out in konoha to actually sort everything that Kishi couldnt be botherd 2 sort out

Gaa and Nart got married (Nart also married Hina after some MAJOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT bc i can dream)

Iruka is Nart’s dad now ok

Gaa adopted Team Shinki and doesnt know how 2 dad but is The Best at it

Sause and Sak DID NOT get together jfc (sorry salad u were sacrificed for a worthy cause even tho ur p cool i guess)

Who the actual fuck thought Boruto would be a good idea hes such an annoying doushebag

Himawari is wonderful

The sand sibs are all super close and keep in touch w/ tema bc shes in konoha

Everyone is queer

Kid soldiers arent A Thing unless they rEALLY wanna be bc fuck that honestly

How do you feel about the new generation? I’m only in it for Team Shinki, ChouChou, Metal Lee, Shikadai and Himawari i might watch it but im gonna skedaddle out of there if Kishi fucks up just once more

Say something about your favourite character. Good and bad: Gaara is a Complete Mess but hes Trying and i love him for that

What would a child between your OTP look like? How would they behave as parents? lol nope

Say something genuinely nice about your NoTP. ok but y tho i was already nice trust me

Say something negative about your OTP. Theyre socially inept dorks obviously

Is there any way you could be convinced to ship your NoTP? What would make you change your mind about the pairing? lol fuck no im happy not liking them

What makes you mad about the series? Kishi is terrible and I am Bitter.

If you could see anything happen in the series, what would it be? The Kakespouses’ wedding and more sand sib interactions ofc

What would you say to Kishimoto if given the chance? “Stop sexualising kids, making every m/f pairing that u can possibly think of canon and treating your women like shit k thanks”

i tag @artlessictoan @lesbiangaara and literally any one else bc i dont rly have any other close nart mutuals so go have fun folks u have my blessing

#naruto #gaara #sand siblings #masashi kishimoto #long post #spell speaks #im too tired 2 put a cork on the swearing guys im not sorry nighty night

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second-chance-stray · 3 years ago

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(Split Ends) RP Log: Cravs has a favor to ask.

1 day prior... Cravs has left a folded note taped to Rising’s door.

I hate to admit it, but I need your help. Maybe Riylli's too, but I don't know where she lives? Can you pass this message along to her? There's someone in Limsa Lominsa that I promised to help, but I can't find them. It's...complicated. I'll tell you more about it the day of.

Cravs herself is nowhere to be found. She's been spending more and more time out of Heartwood's HQ.

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Cravendy Hound - As detailed in Crav’s earlier note, Rising and Riylli were instructed to wait outside the city on the fringes of the Zephyr gate. Any sort of explanation for why was lacking. From behind, a stranger dressed in red approaches...a stranger, that is, until she takes off her hat. Despite the fashion whiplash, there’s no doubt about it. It’s Cravs?!

Cravendy Hound: "Uh.....hey."

Rising Lotus was busy kicking rocks when the stranger approached them. She cocked her head as they approached, looking a bit confused until it was revealed to be Cravs. "...what's with the outfit? You goin' for a new look?" she snickered a tad, biting her lower lip to stifle any more giggles while she had a big grin on her face.

Riylli Aliapoh blinked, staring quite openly at the fancily-dressed Roegadyn pirate. "...Cravs..? The hells happened to you? Why are you all..." Riylli paused to gesture vaguely towards her, looking offended on Cravs' behalf. "...That!"

Cravendy Hound frowns...hard! It’s clear that she’s no fan of having to dress like this either. But when asked why, she fidgets for a moment as she tries to come up with a convincing reason. “It was in the closet, and, er....I was doin’ the laundry?” Cravs lets out a frustrated breath.

Cravendy Hound: “Okay, when we go into the city, don’t call me ‘Cravs’ alright? No ‘Cravs,’ no ‘Cravendy,’ no nothin’. The reason I’m dressed up is cause I may or may not still ‘ave a bounty on my ‘ead. And that, in fact, is also why I need yer ‘elp.”

Riylli Aliapoh puts her hands on her hips, but does stop to consider it. "Well... I suppose that makes sense... No one'd recognize you when you're dressed up like that for sure." She nods, then pauses. "Wait, you got a bounty on your head? What'd'ya do?"

Rising Lotus nodded, everything becoming much more clear now. "Well that makes much more sense at least, you clean up nice though I'll give ya that!" she couldn't help but snicker some more. "Also how high of a bounty? Jus' uh... curious. And yeah what did you do? Pirate stuff?"

Cravendy Hound gives Riylli a look of relief at her reaction - that’s a good sign. But her lips clamp shut when they ask why. She waves a hand dismissively. “When ye pirate, ye piss people off. And although a majority of folk in Limsa ‘ave a similar background...the people I’ve stepped on’ll probably ‘old a grudge against me till I die.”

Cravendy Hound: “I don’t give a flyin’ shite about clearin’ my name, but I don’t want to get thrown into gaol afore I can do what I came do to.”

Rising Lotus "How long ago was it, I mean..." she paused, choosing her next words carefully "Given the whole...you suddenly bein' back, would they even still be lookin' for ya? An' what's so important to be riskin' this for anyway?"

Riylli Aliapoh: "Shoulda worn a mask." She said with a suspiciously playful grin. "That's what the bandit folk do out in the shroud!" Her playfulness faded when Rising managed to remind her of Cravs' past, suddenly looking a bit concerned and waiting on her to continue

Cravendy Hound: “Maybe right when I came back the coppers didn’t know better, but now...well, let’s say I’ve gotten some interestin’ visitors even way out in the Shroud. So trust me when I say I’m sure someone’ll be keepin’ an eye ‘ere.”

Cravendy Hound gestures to the hat-and-mask combo that she’s currently holding. “If it works for bandits, it’ll work for me...hopefully.”

Rising Lotus "Well the explains that, but you still ought to tell why we're doin' it, since we're takin' the risk an' all." she crossed her arms. "You're my friend an' all, but I'd like to stay outa a cell jus' as much as you, so what are we riskin' it for?"

Riylli Aliapoh nodded thoughtfully. "So were the fancy lady's bodyguards then? I can work with that!" She flashed Cravs a teasing grin, though she was clearly a bit excited to play the muscle regardless.

Cravendy Hound: “Don’t worry, ye won’t be doin’ anything illegal. I owe someone a favor, and this someone ‘as a kid. A ‘ighlander lad no older than fourteen summers.” Cravs looks to her left and right, double checking for any eavesdroppers. “...Now, poor kid doesn’t ‘ave a father to look over ‘im anymore, so I want to check up on ‘im. Make sure ‘e’s doin’ okay.”

Cravendy Hound: “The problem? One, the kid is ‘ard to find. Two, the kid’s sensitive and unlikely to accept ‘elp from us directly. So I figure we can start by figurin’ out ‘is schedule, and then see if ‘e could use a little ‘elp. Like we could be...guardian angels from the shadows, or somethin’.”

Rising Lotus rubbed her chin. "Hmm alright, sounds like it'll be easy enough at least, jus' find some kid an' sorta...helpfully stalk him?" perhaps Cravs worded it better. "Sounds like a plan then! What should we call you though instead of Cravs?"

Riylli Aliapoh blinked. She had clearly not been expecting such a kindhearted cause from the Roegadyn. She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, "...Huh. Thats... Well, if that's what you need help with then I'll give it, I suppose."

Rising Lotus: "You sure don't like kids that much huh?"

Cravendy Hound glances to Rising. “Why don’t ye come up with somethin’? The less it fits me normally, the better.”

Riylli Aliapoh: "I-I never said that! Kids are... fine. Quit pryin' dammit!" Riylli crossed her arms and turned away, acting way too defensive. "If it's gotta be a Seawolf name then I think you'd be the only person to even know the words."

(Cravendy Hound) seawolf name = keyboard smash lmao )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Theyre basically just hellsguard names but in the seawolf language! (Rising Lotus) we used to play a game in the roe linkshell I'm in)) (Rising Lotus) bot or seawolf)) (Rising Lotus) also riylli you can finish her name!))

Rising Lotus grinned, clapping her hands together as the gears in her head started turning. Her eyes squinted as she studied her friend in the fancy garb. "Hmmm...We'll give ya a hellsguard name, make ya seem more like you ain't around here. Hmm.. Singing..." she looked like she was having trouble finding the second part.

Cravendy Hound raises a brow at Riylli’s curious reaction, both amused and surprised. “Hah, maybe I chose the wrong person to stalk...ahem. I mean, ‘watch over’ the kid!”

Riylli Aliapoh wasn't really thinking about it up until a particular bird's cry broke the silence. She pointed upwards. "...Gull?"

Cravendy Hound: "Singing....Gull. Huh." Cravs shrugs. "Well, slap 'lady' afore it and it'll sound plenty fancy."

Riylli Aliapoh was silent for a while, appearing to have something she was considering bringing up yet clearly hesitant

Rising Lotus: "Alright then /Lady Singing Gull/, Where are we going to start out search then? Well, Limsa, but WHERE in there?" she glanced over to the city. "If you ain't got a lead the markets would be a good place to start askin' 'round." she looked back to the two, awaiting their input. "..Not gettin' cold feet now are ya?" she raised an eyebrow at Riylii.

Cravendy Hound: “The boy’s name is Baldur Thorne by the way, for when we need to ask around. Ye two will do the talkin’ for me...cause I’m worried that if I open my mouth, someone clever might connect the dots.” Cravs lets out a tired sigh as she shoves her hat back on. Time to march straight into the nest of vipers. “I was thinkin’ of starting our search at the Hawker’s Alley.”

Riylli Aliapoh shook her head. "N-No, nevermind, Im fine. Should I make myself ready for fightin'? Not a lotta earth aether to manipulate once we get in there after all"

(Rising Lotus) riylli walking in with a bag of dirt xD)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (gonna fight exclusively with pocket sand (Rising Lotus) shshshaw!)) (Cravendy Hound) sand attack!! ))

Cravendy Hound kneels down to grab a fistful of dirt, which she hands to Riylli. “Don’t use it if ye don’t ‘ave to.”

Riylli Aliapoh stared and glared. "I was thinkin' more... Whatever, nevermind" She huffed, turning away and letting Cravs stand there with her dirt. "I'll figure somethin' out"

(Cravendy Hound) NOOO TAKE MY DIRT ))

Rising Lotus nodded. "Alright then if you say so, let's head on in then." she cracked her knuckles. "Alright, make you stay close to Cra- Err, Singing Gull here. Gotta look the part if we're playin' bodyguards."

(Riylli Aliapoh) (YOU DISRESPECT THE UNLIMITED POTENTIAL OF EARTH MAGIC

Cravendy Hound is offended at such blatant dirt rejection! She lets it fall between her fingers and stomps into the city.

(Cravendy Hound) she just has no clue how Riylli do that earth magic xD )) (Cravendy Hound) also once in Limsa we can switch to party for RP cause there are waaay too many people in there )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (She would totally talk someone's ear off if asked (Cravendy Hound) cravs thinks riylli can turn dirt into like, a deadly dirt dagger )) (Rising Lotus) I feel like regular dirt would be more for like whipping attacks with how malleable it is)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (She totally could if given enough time! Im gonna figure out a way for her to go off at the next tavern night lmao

(Cravendy Hound) As usual, Limsa Lominsa is buzzing with activity. Cravs steps confidently through the white stone pathways, though internally, she’s sweating bullets. She doesn’t stop walking until she finds a place that’s a little less crowded, and then turns to face Riylli and Rising. How does one mime to ask them to ask around? Cravs waves her hands around.

(Rising Lotus) Gave Cravs a single finger pistol, looking to the various venders, then back to Riylli. "You can take this side I'll ask across the way, keep an eye on Gull though since you're closer." she walked across the way and started talking to merchant in front of the double doors.

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli stared at Cravs for quite a while, trying to figure out what the heck that means. "Maybe we shoulda planned a little more before coming in here..." she said with a sigh, deciding to just do as Rising asked and approach the nearest vendor to ask if they'd ever heard of this rebellious highlander

(Cravendy Hound) The vendor closest to Rising is busy mending an adventurer’s gear. He looks up at the woman with a curious look. “You need anything repaired?”

(Cravendy Hound) Cravs steps back, out of the way of foot traffic, and scans the crowd. She’s searching for anyone resembling the kid. Meanwhile, the battlecraft supplier picks up a deadly looking axe and showcases it on top of his stand. “Welcome, welcome! Can I interest you in any of my fine wares? An axe, perhaps? Or, or maybe a staff, if you’re magically inclined!”

(Rising Lotus) "Well yes but it can't be fixed." she glanced back to her bomb of a spear she had with in a very public place. "Mainly here to ask ya if you know this lad, name's Baldur Thorne? Ever hear of him or seen him round these parts?"

(Riylli Aliapoh) "Hmm... Maybe you could, though I was more in the mood for some info if you'd be able to sell us some? You ever see a highlander boy 'round these parts? Name of Baldur Thorne? The lady over that way was a friend of her dads, and'd be willin' to pay some good coin if you can help us find him"

(Cravendy Hound) [For Rising] “Baldur? Thorne’s kid? Mm, he’s a hard one to find. Always working, doing odd jobs to make ends meet.” The mender sighs and hangs his head low. “It’s a sad situation.”

(Rising Lotus) "Workin' 'round eh, hmm, any idea what he was doin' last? And uh." she glanced over her shoulder "What happened to him if you're willin' to share. Person tryin' to find him didn't tell me much 'side from his name."

(Cravendy Hound) [For Riylli] “Maybe if you buy something, I’ll be put in a good, chatty mood...” The vendor looked expectantly at Riylli, and then to Cravs, who turned her head slightly. She steps up, opens her coin purse, and motions for Riylli to choose some random knick knack to buy. Hopefully, not something too expensive.

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli glanced up to Cravs before shrugging. Seemed a bit expensive, but it was her gil to throw away, and so she picked out a small dagger she'd be able to carry in her belt. Might come in handy anyroad. "There. You better not be wastin' my time."

(Cravendy Hound) [For Rising] “It’s old news. Kid lost his father, and ever since it’s been hard times for him and his mother. Some of us try to help him, out of respect of his father’s legacy, but there’s someone who holds a grudge against his family to this day. Powerful folk that we can’t do much against.”

(Cravendy Hound) [For Riylli] Cravs frowns slightly, but pays anyway. She had to look the part of a rich noblewoman with gil to burn, after all! The vendor accepts the gil happily and hands the dagger to Riylli. “Great choice! Now, you were asking about Baldur? Not my place to pry why, I suppose.”

(Cravendy Hound) [For Riylli] As he counts each coin, the vendor continues speaking. “The kid recently signed up with the marauder’s guild. Practically begged them to let him join. He might be out in the field, killing rats or whatever they send greenhorns out to do.”

(Rising Lotus) "I see, know how that can be." she gave ther merchant a nod. " 'Preciate the information, seems like you're all right good folk to be lookin' out for the lad." she gave him another nod before returning across the way next to Cravs, there to relay what information she had.

(Riylli Aliapoh) "Hmm... I'll check it out I suppose." She looked up to Cravs. "You happy with that, 'Lady Gull'?"

(Cravendy Hound) Cravs nods to Riylli. With the three of them back together, she gave a nod of thanks to the vendor and pulled away from the man. It felt a good time to share what they had found out and plan next moves...somewhere more private.

(Cravendy Hound) Cravs speaks in a low voice just in case. “Piss n’ wind Riylli, I won’t be able to drink anythin’ good for awhile after buyin’ that dagger! But I guess we did find somethin’ out. Baldur’s become a marauder, and probably out in the field right now.”

(Rising Lotus) "Wow you had to buy somethin', the repair guy told me what he knew like that." she snapped her fingers. "Asked a bit about this boy's story, seems like he's workin' to help out his ma. If we knew where she lived we could wait nearby or ask someone who lives near them."

(Riylli Aliapoh) "H-He was a weapon seller! I thought a dagger'd be the smallest thing he had!" She defended herself, crossing her arms and pouting like a scolded child.

(Rising Lotus) "Wait she don't get to keep that do she? Damn, I shoulda talked to the weapon guy, I'm the one that actually needs a new weapon.."

(Cravendy Hound) “Ye chose a fancy one though.” Cravs chuckles to herself. “Oi, as long as ye use it, think of it as payment for ‘elpin’ me out.”

(Cravendy Hound) “Good thing ye talked to the mender. If ye chose somethin’ I couldn’t afford, that’d be a bad look.” She smirks at Rising.

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli glanced down towards it. "...I guess I can find a use or two for it... Anyroad, should we go head out to the field now? Or maybe wait at the guild 'till he gets back? I wouldn't mind seein' some axe fightin'..."

(Rising Lotus) "Pffft. I guess I'll jus' keep this damn thing then." she thumbed back at her spear "It's on your head now if I blow up though.." she jabbed her finger at Cravs with a smirk. "Any how, either might be a good place to go, though lookin' for him out of town might take a while."

(Riylli Aliapoh) "Why'd you even bring that thing if it's so dangerous..." She muttered, taking a cautious step away from her.

(Cravendy Hound) “I’d like to go out and look for ‘im. It sounds like ‘e joined the marauders recently, so ‘e might not know ‘ow to use an axe properly. What was ‘e ‘untin’ again...rats?” Cravs ponders for a second. “Should be able to find some in central La Noscea.”

(Riylli Aliapoh) "You're the native, lead the way! Do we really need to protect him against rats though..?"

(Rising Lotus) "I misplaced that axe I was usin' the other night. That thing was cheap anyway. Plus Mayumi said it'd only blow if it was on, and even then I'd be able to tell when it was gonna blow." she looked out over the water for a moment. "Maybe as long as I'm here I ought to go see if my backup spear is still on that island..err, after all this anyway." she nodded "To the rats!"

Cravendy Hound - Back to the battlefield! Cravs follows the dirt path, a woman on a mission. She stops suddenly and listens. Nothing out of the ordinary can be heard, but Cravs trusts the feeling in her gut and pulls Riylli and Rising behind a rock.

Cravendy Hound - And, several beats later, a highlander lad with warm brown skin and short dark dreads steps out from the long grass. (B) He’s armed with a rusty axe and his gear looks quite ratty and worn. There’s a single rat under his belt, and he’s on the lookout for more.

Riylli Aliapoh: "So... Back where we- ack!" Riylli is suddenly yanked backwards into the bush just before the highlander can spot them. She gave Cravs a glare regardless, before continuing in whisper. "He looks like he's doin' fine... You sure he needs our help?"

Rising Lotus regained her footing, watching the boy look out for his next target. "His axe does look like it's seen better days I'll give ya that...but you don't need anything too special for jus' huntin' those things." she was hunched over Riylli as she peeked around the boulder.

Cravendy Hound - The boy hefts the axe over his shoulder and dashes after another rat. He swings clumsily at it, missing it by a long shot, and the rat squeaks in fright as it disappears into the thrush.

Cravendy Hound stares longer at Baldur, and finally lets out a breath of relief. Riylli was right. He was hunting /rats/ of all things! She was crazy to have worried so much. “Aye...Maybe I could give ‘im some gil to buy better gear, but otherwise...”

Rising Lotus shook her head. "Don't think he'll accept it, the repair guy was sayin' lots of them were tryin' to help him out but he wouldn't take it. I mean if he knows them an' won't take it I don't think he'd let a strange give him a sack of gil."

Riylli Aliapoh sighed and brought her hand to her face, watching the boy's overexcited charge bringing back some painful memories for her.

Cravendy Hound: “If that’s the case, then I can find his ma and leave it while they aren’t lookin’. No one to return it to, no problem, right?”

Rising Lotus "Worth a shot I 'spose? Less he jus' uses it for food an' such, even still it's not like that's a bad thing."

Cravendy Hound - The relative calm is interrupted by a strange sound. Like a thousand somethings being shot out from a straw, followed by leaves being crushed. From so far, it’s hard to see what’s going on. For a second, you see Baldur struggle to get up from the bush he fell in, and then the boy goes charging after the unseen sound’s source in the distance.

Riylli Aliapoh 's ears twitch and she looks back up. "The hells was that..?" She asked, looking up to Cravs as she was the only one familiar with the wildlife here

Cravendy Hound is just as confused. “I...I don’t know. Never ‘eard anythin’ like that round these parts.” She gets up slightly, concerned.

Rising Lotus winced at the ruckus, hand keeping her steady on the rock. "Somethin' big for sure, there are goobue's round here right? Maybe one is havin' a fit?" she brought her hand over her eyes, trying to see if they could spot the source of the commotion from their hiding spot.

Rising Lotus looks around.

Riylli Aliapoh glances back towards the sound. "What do we do? Should we try to move up to get a better look?"

Cravendy Hound decides to risk getting closer. The boy was probably yalms away after whatever the thing was. Cravs kneels down near the bush Baldur fell in earlier and picks up one of many needles that are littered nearby. The corner of her mouth twitches down.

Cravendy Hound: "It's a needle." She looks over at Riylli and Rising. "There's nothin' here that'd leave this behind."

Rising Lotus cocked her head, looking at the tiny piece of metal in her hand. "You sayin' someone's tryin' to stick him with somethin'?" she squints and looks at the ground, seeing a few more laying on the ground.

Riylli Aliapoh scratched her head. "A needle? You got porcupine out here maybe? That's not... THAT dangerous." She offers, doing her best not to make Cravs worry

Cravendy Hound: “Do porcupines shoot their spines out like this?” Cravs asks Riylli. She nibbles the bottom of her lip - something didn’t feel right. “I’m not exactly dressed to fight...could you two go out and see what’s up? I’ll catch up later once I’m done changing.”

Riylli Aliapoh nods, motioning Rising to crouch down as she begins to silently creep through the brush. It wasn't exactly the same as hunting in the shroud with all its trees for cover, but she would do her best.

Rising Lotus followed Riylli, being a lot less subtle. "Eh he don't know us, no need to sneak up on him right? We're jus' too adventurer's passin' through an' checkin' out that big rumble."

Riylli Aliapoh: "Well... If it's nothin', we don't wanna get in the way of his fight do we?"

Riylli Aliapoh: "Kid seems like he's the type to chase glory. Not... That I would know."

Cravendy Hound - The closer you two get to the sounds of struggle, the more needles are littered all over the place. There’s a kind of sproingy sound, as something green jumps up in the air, just slightly above the tall grass. It’s a green, tubular, man-shaped plant. It’s...a cactuar! And it’s hopping triumphantly on top of Baldur, who lies thoroughly needled and face down on the ground.

Rising Lotus "Suppose I could see that. More glory means more jobs an' money." she blinked as at the sudden bouncing seedkin before them. "...Now what's that doin' all the way out here?" she furrowed her brow. "Cactuars don't live on these islands." she drew her spear, it humming to life as she moved to take care of the threat.

Riylli Aliapoh 's eyes go wide. "Oh what in the seventh hell is that?" She asked, looking up to Rising for a moment before following her lead and drawing her staff. "Whatever it's doing, let's not let it!"

Cravendy Hound - This particular cactuar has a little flower growing atop its head and looks tougher than the normal variety. It does a triple spin in the air in a single hop and moves strangely, its limbs stiff yet bouncy. Suddenly, it freezes, and then twists towards Rising.

Rising Lotus looked unphased even when spotting the flower sprout. She let it get a bit close before doing a low wide sweep at the seedkin, aiming at its midsection between all its limbs.

(Rising Lotus) Random! 875 (Riylli Aliapoh) (Do I have to attack or can I do other stuff?) (Cravendy Hound) you can do whatever you want haha )) (Cravendy Hound) heal, defend, run, talk, dance, whatever! :D )) (Rising Lotus) entice it with dancing Riylli. You know you want to))

Riylli Aliapoh suddenly grinned. "Oh, this is the perfect opportunity for some practice!" She said, clearly not taking the silly bouncing cactus man seriously. She begins to channel her spell, pulling aether up from the earth and gathering it in the crystal at the top, before unleashing it onto Rising. The Roegadyn warrior would feel a bit strange, though it would be difficult to place the change just yet.

Cravendy Hound - Rising’s hit lands squarely on the cactuar’s center of mass, causing it to go flying from the impact. It squeaks out a weirdly hollow sound when it lands, and then bounces back up, looking back with soulless eyes that make it hard to gauge whether it can feel pain.

(Riylli Aliapoh) (Stoneskin! Making her tougher in preparation for her to get blasted by needles (Riylli Aliapoh) (I kept trying to write the effects of stoneskin down but couldnt figure out how to without it feeling weird, so sorry for the long post time >x>)

Cravendy Hound - And it does, in fact, try to blast Rising with needles. A thousand, to be exact! They fly out in all directions from the cactuar’s body.

(Cravendy Hound) Random! 938 (Cravendy Hound) uohh )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (938 needles) Random! Rising Lotus rolls a 387.

Cravendy Hound - It’s a devastating attack, one that could cause serious (needle) injury. Thankfully, Riylli’s stoneskin helps defend against the worst of it, though the attack would still have moderate impact on Rising.

Rising Lotus smirked as the cactus was flung into the distance. "Jus' like when we use to hit 'em with sticks when I was a kid!" Lucky her for her, she knew the telltale signs of it about to attack and quickly brought her forearm up to cover her eyes. The first bit of the barrage didn't seem to harm her, though before she could wonder why the stoneskin wore off. She grit her teeth as this was just like when she was a girl too, her armor protecting the most of her but her exposed skin had some needles >

Rising Lotus protruding from it now. "Ngh... always hated that part." her right forearm had the most sticking out of it, her hand shaking a bit as she clenched it a few times to ensure she could still move it. She took a defensive stance for now, brushing her armored hand over her right arm to rid herself of some of the needles.

Riylli Aliapoh: "Ha! Everyone always looks at me funny when I say earth magic is more versatile than you'd think, but WHO'S LAUGHING NOW!" She plants her hands on her hips proudly, still not taking this seriously at all. "Feel free to praise me as much as you like~" She sung, ripping a chunk of earth from the ground and casually yeeting it towards the funny cactus man, thinking she could simply end it with one good hit

Cravendy Hound - Riylli’s rock is, certainly, yeeted over, smashing the cactuar back a couple of yalms. It’s tough exterior is starting to bruise in dark, green splotches. It hesitates, as if understanding that these two were on a whole other level than the kid it had downed moments prior. This pause grants you an additional opportunity to give it a good beating!

(Cravendy Hound) it is, in fact, just a cactuar so I don't think the battle should be a grueling thing :P )) (Cravendy Hound) Baldur is just a lvl 2 noob that got owned by, like, a lvl 18 cactuar or something lmao ))

Rising Lotus enough of the needles removed from her arm now, she pressed their opportunity and dashed forward, trying to impale the thing on her spear. Malfunctioning as her spear may be, it was still plenty honed to shred through the seedkin's thick fiber!

Riylli Aliapoh grins and plants her feet into the earth, bringing her staff up above her head as she begins to channel magic. She was clearly enjoying the chance to show off, as she suddenly jams the tip of her staff down into the soil and injects the very earth with her gathered aether. Nothing happens for just a moment, before the ground beneath the cacti's feet suddenly explodes and launches it into the air

Cravendy Hound - Two things happen, in a very specific order. First, Rising stabs the cactuar with her spear, the thing dangling from the weapon’s sharp end like a weird kebab. Second, Riylli’s magic launches both Rising and the shisk-cactuar into the air!

Riylli Aliapoh blinks as she watches Rising fly into the air, having charge in during the brief moment of pause before her spell had gone off. "H-Hey! Don't just rush in like that dammit! Y'know I'm throwing rocks back here right!?" She calls out, not even apologizing because that would mean she had made a mistake, and she would never do that.

Rising Lotus grinned as her attack hit her mark, the cactuar firmly on her spear. Her celebration as short lived however as she was blown in the air with little warning, lucky dropping her spear and their foe in the process. Wasn't so luck was when she tumbled to the ground, the needs still stuck in her getting drove deeping into her body. She let out a pained shriek, grasping at the sections sections of exposed skin for the needles digging into her, but her gloved hand not precise enough to pick them >

Rising Lotus out, leaving her to writhe on the ground.

(Cravendy Hound) ohhh ouch D: )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Oww)

Cravendy Hound - The flowered cactuar has been dispatched, but one wonders...what was it doing way out here? Such a question would have to go unanswered for the time being, given that both Baldur and Rising were dealing with a rather sharp situation.

Riylli Aliapoh hesitates, looking back and forth between both collapsed pincushions and having no idea what to do. "...H... Hey... Uh, you... you guys alright..?"

Cravendy Hound - The kid groans. Up close, it’s apparent that his shoddy armor did him no favors against the seedkin’s assault. Through bleary eyes, he looks at both Riylli and Rising and mouths ‘thank you’ before falling unconscious.

Rising Lotus was still letting out pained grunts as she was able to sit up in a way that she wouldn't be putting anymore pressure on the needles now deep in her skin. She could take a beating, but this was a very acute pain across various parts of her form. Her right hand was shaking worse than before as she clumsily undid her gauntlet, paying no mind to Riylli, and pulled her left hand out, trying again to pull the stuck needles out of her arm.

Cravendy Hound finally, FINALLY walks in. Very late. Suspiciously so. And still in disguise. But she’s here now. She carefully props the unconscious boy up and winces. It’d be best for a healer to look at him right away. When Rising gets up, she nods in the other Roegadyn’s direction. “Knew it’d take more than a ‘andful of needles to bring ye down, but still, that looks bad.”

Riylli Aliapoh shifted her feet nervously but remained silent, not even taking the chance to brag for once as she knew it would likely just lead to her getting yelled at.

Cravendy Hound: “Come on, lets get both of ye to town. There’re good ‘ealers there that should be able to patch ye up, right as rain.” Cravs slings Baldur over her shoulder, and it’s a funny sight seeing a ‘noblewoman’ hefting a peasant boy around.

Rising Lotus continued to tune out the others out as she gripped the first needle between her index finger and thumb, teeth grit hard as she pulled it out in a process that was not only pain to do, but probably painful to watch as well! Hands clenching until her knuckles were white, finally barked something at Riylli "My spear.. an' glove.." she was working on getting to her feet and couldn't be concerned about such things right now.

Riylli Aliapoh puts her staff away and nods, rushing over to grab what Rising had dropped. She briefly hesitated to pick up the spear before turning back to Rising, awkwardly holding the oversized thing in both arms. "Alright, lets go." She said, very obviously avoiding looking at the gross needle pulling going on

Cravendy Hound - The party would return to Limsa and entrust the boy to the healers of the Arcanist’s guild. There were many questions hanging in the air in the silence between them, some that Cravs had to answer for, and others that would have to be found out another day. Perhaps something to discuss a cup of tea back at Heartwood...but today, the mood was wrong. It was simply time to rest.

#ff14 rp logs #Split Ends #...is what I'll call this little collection of quests #Cravs coming up with her disguise: Look at all these nice dresses in the closet!!!#me: single tear rolling down ;o)#Cravendy Hound #Rising Lotus #riylli aliapoh

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