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mayweneverdie · 1 year ago

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Mercy

Pairing: Eagle Flies/Gn!Reader

Cw: Game typical violence, no beta read (i got no one to beta read it), curse words, mentions of gore/death, no indents bc this is written on a phone and idk if it will affect other devices if i try to indent w/ space bar.

Summary: Saving Eagle Flies.

A/N: This is gonna be Mercy pt. 1 and 2 mushed in one but made better (hopefully). Also, [Mr/s LN] is “Mr Last name” or “Ms Last name” (or any other formal title)

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Lord have mercy on him.

Just seconds ago, Eagle Flies led sixteen men to the oil fields.

“Please, Mr. Morgan, [Mr/s LN],” Rains Fall began, walking towards Arthur and I, “After you two helped me, after we spoke…” he briefly pauses, “This is just a trap!”

Your jaw tenses a little and your heart quickens, Arthur seems quite tense as well.

“My son, my people, will all die.”

“You helped this feller?” Dutch questioned, pointing towards Rains Fall as if our acts were sinful.

“What of it?” Arthur asks, turning his attention to Dutch. Micah weaves from behind Dutch’s back like how a snake slithers from it’s den to strike.

“What else have you been doing behind Dutch’s back?”

You try to keep yourself calm in all of this, but how can you?

“The wars are over,” Rains Fall’s voice slices through your thoughts, “We have lost,” Rains Fall gestures to the men who rode away minutes ago, a pained look on his face, “These young men will be annihilated!”

“Please!”

Arthur agrees, his sickness and tiredness showing through his voice.

“Who else will come with me?” Arthur shouts to the gang, Charles and yourself agreeing to help. Dutch agrees with a snide remark about learning more “secrets” that Arthur and you have been hiding.

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“It’s a massacre…” Charles says, gazing through his binoculars.

“We gotta help these men.” Dutch announces. You agree with Dutch for the first time in a long time. The sight was a little worrisome. Ash and bullets flying everywhere. The smell of burning crude oil made you shudder.

You pull up your bandana to filter the smog and smoke. You look over to Arthur and Charles before taking one last look of the scene.

“Anyone see Eagle Flies?” Arthur yells, his eyes hidden behind the binoculars. You try looking for him, but Charles spots him first.

“There, going across the walkway.” He points out, leaning a little towards Arthur to better direct his attention.

Arthur asks Dutch with an audible anger in his voice if this is what he wanted. In his dismissive nature, Dutch asks him if he’s riding with, but Arthur quickly shuts him down, telling the others to go while he finds him.

“We’re riding with you.” Charles responds in his firm tone. You nod and adjust to ride.

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The smell of burning oil and bodies made your stomach twist into a knot. The sight was not for the faint of heart, or anyone for that matter.

As the group progresses, the more worried you become. You hadn’t seen any sign of Eagle Flies anywhere.

A door slams open, revealing two men tumbling over. An oil worker on top, Eagle Flies underneath. Like second nature, you whip out your pistol and fire.

“Arthur!” He called out.

“Don’t thank me, thank [Mr/s LN]!”

Eagle Flies looks over to you and lets a proud smile be displayed on his face.

“[Name]!”

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“[Name]…” Eagle Flies groans, his hand desperately grabbing at his wound. A gasp escapes your lips as you rush to his aid.

“Shit!” You curse, scrambling to take out some medical supplies you always kept handy, “Hold still, I need to stop the bleeding!” You tell him, using one hand to apply pressure while the other awkwardly tries to wrap the gauze around his lower abdomen. The job is pretty shit, but it will have to do.

“You silly fool!” Arthur scolds, hobbling over to Eagle Flies, “Come on!”

Arthur pulls Eagle Flies’s arm over his shoulders for support while you take the other side. You were supposed to watch his back and you couldn’t even do that. Tears of stress and guilt well up, but none fall.

“You saved my life more than once,” Eagle Flies says with pain very clear in his voice, “To give mine for yours…” he pauses, grunts and groans of pain involuntarily escape his lips, “It’s as it should be!”

“Don’t say that!” You tell him in a sharp, yet wobbly tone. Arthur kicks the factory door open, the same one Dutch used when he abandoned his son.

“You ran away!” Arthur proclaimed. Charles replaces his spot and brings him to sit on the back of your horse. You try to adjust the bandages, adding more to it and offering small words of encouragement.

“You’re gonna be alright, right?”

You look to the man parallel to you. You couldn’t imagine how Paytah must have felt. Offering a small and sad smile, you reach over your horse and gently pat his shoulder.

“Hang tight, ok?” You ask both the men with a soft wobble in your voice present. Paytah lets a pitiful “ok” out. Nothing from Eagle Flies. You look up to him and his half lidded and tired gaze lands on you. You take his hand and gently squeeze it with a weak smile.

Eagle Flies talks quietly and with a slight slur. Offering shallow promises that he’ll be fine. When tears threaten to spill from your eyes, he gently wipes it away, but winces in pain moments after. Arthur and Charles get on their own horses and waits for You and Paytah to mount your own.

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Whispers among the men and women of the tribe are quiet, but not silent. Eagle Flies fingers pinched at your shirt, trying to distract himself from the pain. His head rested against your shoulder and let tears slowly flow, leaving streaks of red from the paint on his face.

As the horses approached Rains Fall’s campfire, he became increasingly aware of the danger and pain his son was in.

“Bring him to me.” He commanded, and you did. You dismount and with the help of Arthur, you help Eagle Flies off as well. Small groans and squeaks come out of his lips as he’s moved into the tipi his father often resided in. Once he’s been laid down, you fumble with your bag and get out better medical supplies.

As his pained breathes become heavier, you try to contain your tears from falling as you cleaned and covered his wound.

“Don’t.” You begged. You needed him to stay alive. Rains Fall took a place parallel to you and held his son’s hand in his grasp. Soon, his heavy eyes close and his breaths become very quiet, but you can still see his chest rise and fall.

“Stay awake, please!” You beg, your medical skill becoming more frantic. His eyes open again, but it’s evident that he’s trying hard not to sleep. The new bandage has better wrappings and cotton to absorb and stop the blood from flowing out, but he’s still quite weak and faint. You take your flask and encourage him to take a small sip, propping his head up a little with your hand.

Arthur and Charles had left the tipi a while ago, but you could still hear their voices. Charles told Arthur to finish his business while he stayed to help the tribe leave.

You’ve done everything you could medically, so you try to comfort him. As you comb your fingers through his messy hair, you rest a hand on his chest and feel it rise and fall. Rains Fall didn’t seem to mind. He rest kept his son’s hand in his clasp and watched him with a sad gaze.

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Ten minutes have passed and Charles comes inside the tipi.

“We need to start packing.” He said in a quietly and calm voice. Rains Fall nodded, but stayed right where he was.

“I’ll help.” You said in a croaky voice, but Rains Fall took one of his hands to stop you.

“Stay for him.” He asked with a pleading voice.

“Are you sure?” You ask, kneeling back down. He nods and watches over his now sleeping son.

“But he’ll be fine without me, I’m sure.” You try to reason, but he shakes his head.

“Without you, my son wouldn’t be breathing.”

You nod and stay.

—

An hour has passed and Eagle Flies has awakened. You offer him some canned fruit, which he graciously accepts.

“How are you feeling?” You ask him while rubbing circles in his back with your palm.

“Horrible.” He says in a groggy voice, wincing from moving around so much.

“Do you want me to call Paytah in? He was here earlier, but you were sleeping.” You ask him. It was just him and you in the tipi now. His father had finally left to help others pack their own things after feeling confident that his son would be fine in your care. He shakes his head and sets the can down.

“Not yet.” He replies as he stretches out a little.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No.”

You were a little confused, but also a little flattered. You really liked him for the few months you knew him, but you weren’t sure why he’d want to be with only you.

“Thank you,” He says in a hushed tone as he brings you into a loose hug, “You mean a lot to me… more than you know.”

You return the hug and rub circles into his back once more.

“You mean a lot to me, too.” You reply, not understanding what he meant.

“No, you mean too much to me.” He clarified, almost embarrassed to say it.

“What are you saying?” You ask as you pull back from the hug a little to look him in the eyes. He stays silent for a moment before answering.

“I’d be happy if you would stand by me.” He said in an even quieter tone, his eyes flickering between the fire and your eyes.

A soft smile makes it’s way onto your face. You cup his cheek and rest your forehead against his own.

“I’d like to.” You tell him and break apart from the touch and resting the hand that cupped his cheek on the ground below.

His hand takes the one you removed from his face and guides it back to his cheek and holds it. You chuckle and place your other hand on his cheek and lean forwards to plant a small kiss to his nose, smudging some of his red and white paint on your lips. He lets an amused huff out and wipes the smear paint off your lips as well as he can.

“Can you bring Paytah in here now?” Eagle Flies asks as he takes his hand off yours. You nod and go find Paytah packing the last of his things. You tell him to see Eagle Flies and he practically bolts there to see him. You give them privacy and help the others finish packing their belongings and stowing them on horses and wagons.

“They’re giggling like hyenas.” Charles comments with a small grin.

“About what?” You ask with interest in what they found so funny.

“You,” He replies as he lifts a large box with no struggle, “Eagle Flies and him are like kids even during the most serious times when you put them together.” He explains as he turns to face you.

“I know.” you say with a laugh and help with the small boxes left.

“[Name], are you coming with us?” Charles asks, his expression showing he’d want you to come.

“Where to?”

“Canada.”

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A/N i think this one is 10 times better than the original one. I’m thinking of making a small series of the trip to Canada with Charles + the tribe, let me know if that sounds good or like DOODOO. Requests are open!

#red dead redemption 2 #eagle flies #rdr2 eagle flies #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 #eagle flies x reader

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unreadpoppy · 1 year ago

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song as old as rhyme - chapter 14

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 13

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A/N: i hope the dress description made sense because i'm terrible at describing clothes even if i'm looking at a photo reference.

Taglist: @littlemoondarling

@desenhosdebolso

@shyminnie07

@lemonandhoneytea

“This is not going to work.” Elize sighed, letting go of Haarlep, after stepping on their toe for the umpteenth time. She quietly apologized to him, again.

“Oh dear.” They said, sitting down to rub their aching feet. “In other times, I’d say not to lose hope, but this is indeed a dire case.”

“I’m going to embarrass myself.” Elize groaned and laid on the ground, looking up. For two weeks, she had been getting Haarlep’s help, but it was going nowhere. The ball would happen later tonight and, at least in the dance department, she felt she made no progress.

While she stared at the ceiling, she kept wondering: why did she care so much about this?

In the past, she would have avoided Raphael to hell and back, and now she kept looking forward to talking with him. Every time they had dinner together, she ended up learning more about him, discovering he was not all that she had previously thought.

Raphael intrigued her. And she didn’t want to embarrass him or herself in front of others, but in her head, Elize kept thinking of multiple scenarios where everything went wrong. The urge to bite her nails was getting stronger but she resisted.

She came back to reality when Haarlep said “Don’t worry about that. If you keep thinking about what you’ll do wrong, you won’t get to enjoy anything. I mean, Raphael is -”

“If you’re going to finish that sentence by saying he’s awful in bed, I already know it.” Elize cut the incubus off. She did not need another reminder from Haarlep about how their master was a selfish lover.

“Rude.” Haarlep said.

Before Elize could reply, the sound of a portal opening made her sit up and see Raphael walk in. She sighed and once again, laid on the floor.

He raised an eyebrow at the scene. “What in the hells is going on?”

“Elize is stressed because-”

“I can’t do it!” She shouted, suddenly. “I stepped on Haarlep’s feet like ten thousand times by now, my arse is hurting from the two falls I took, this is going to be a disaster.” She sat and looked up at Raphael.

The cambion analyzed the scene for a moment and then let out a laugh. Elize looked at him quizzically.

“If you are having so much trouble, dear.” He walked towards her and offered his hands, helping her stand up. “Maybe I can help.”

Raphael took one of her hands, while she put her free hand on his shoulder. He then placed his other hand on her waist and pulled her close.

Elize blushed and tried to look down but he said “Ah ah. Eyes up.” He started moving them, two steps forwards, two steps back and so on and on. “If you look at your feet, you’ll only get lost.”

Raphael’s gaze was intense and she felt as if he was looking beyond her flesh and seeing all her insecurities. She tried looking at the other people in the room, Haarlep and Mol, but that only made her more nervous.

Almost on cue, he leaned closer and said. “You’re doing good but you need to relax.”

“I just…I’m feeling very vulnerable.” She sighed.

Raphael nodded and stopped, turning towards the others.. “Haarlep, Mol, give us some privacy.” He demanded. Mol tried to protest but Haarlep pulled her along. He snapped his fingers, and music could be heard.

“Let’s try this again.” He approached her again, and bowed slightly, one hand behind his back while the other was offered to her. Elize took a deep breath and placed her hand in his.

“Do not worry about others. All you have to do is follow my lead and enjoy yourself” He said and then they began dancing. This time, Elize focused on the music, allowing it to wash over her. They eventually got to a rhythm so calming that it made her close her eyes momentarily.

When she opened them again, he was smiling at her. “Good.” He whispered and she smiled back.

Eventually, the song came to an end and with it, Raphael dipped Elize, which surprised her. She held onto him, and Raphael forced himself to just look at her face and not downwards.

He pulled her back up, still holding her hands. “I believe you’ll do just fine.” He said, leaning closer. “I left your garment in your room. Go ask Korilla to help you.” Raphael let go of her and then snapped away.

Biting her lip, she quickly walked to her room.

…

The dress was gorgeous.

It was mainly a dark blue color, with golden and red accents,and embroidery. It was long sleeved and the shoulders were slightly puffy. To finish it off, it had a sweetheart neckline, which, Elize quickly noticed when she put it on, accentuated her breasts.

Along with it, there were a pair of earrings, a necklace, shoes and a hairpin.

Korilla had also helped her do her hair, and when it was done, she nodded and said. “You look good. The master will like it.”

Elize blushed. “Thank you.”

There was a knock on the door and Korilla opened it,, revealing Raphael from the other side. The warlock asked her master to leave and she did so, leaving the two alone in Elize’s room. She smiled at him, noticing the way his breath hitched. She also realized that he was wearing the same colors as she.

“I believe everything is to your satisfaction?” He asked.

“It is.” She gave him a small turn. “You have good taste.”

“That I do.” He smirked.

Elize grabbed something from the vanity, her glasses, and walked up to him. “Although, I don’t think these exactly match with the rest.” She finished it by putting them on.

Raphael snapped his fingers. “Look in the mirror.” When Elize did so, she noticed that her sight was the same but she couldn’t see her glasses.

“Did you make them invisible?”

“Clever girl.” He smirked, and then offered his arm. “Now, let us go. I do not like tardiness.”

She grabbed his arm and he snapped both of them away.

#raphael x oc #raphael x elize #not tav oc #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #beauty and the beast AU #my writing #haarlep bg3 #korilla bg3

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tinyybookclub · 3 months ago

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The 3 Heathens: Confronting The Shadows (part 3)

College was supposed to be our fresh start, a chance to leave behind the struggles of our past. For a while, it seemed like everything was falling into place. Ryland thrived on the football field, quickly becoming a standout player. I immersed myself in my studies, joining clubs and working on community projects. Jared, now in a specialized program, was making strides we had only dreamed of. Tina's pride was palpable; we were her success story, proof that her sacrifices had not been in vain.

But the past has a way of catching up, and the cycles we thought we'd escaped began to reappear. It started with Ryland. Despite his outward success, he was struggling to balance the pressures of academics and sports. One night, he called me, his voice shaking. "I messed up, man," he said. "I messed up bad."

He had been seeing a girl, and now she was pregnant. The news spread quickly, and before long, Ryland was called into the dean's office. The school's strict policies meant he was suspended, and his scholarship was revoked. Tina was devastated, and I could see the fear in her eyes—fear that we were falling back into the life she had fought so hard to pull us out of.

I tried to support Ryland, but the stress was taking its toll on me as well. Our father's sporadic appearances became more frequent, as if he could sense our vulnerability. He had always resented our drive to succeed, seeing it as a rejection of his own failures. Now, he seemed determined to drag us back down.

He showed up drunk at one of my campus events, causing a scene and getting me in trouble with the administration. He spread rumors about us in our old neighborhood, painting us as ungrateful sons who had turned our backs on our roots. The weight of his actions pressed down on us, threatening to undo all the progress we had made.

One evening, after another confrontation with our father, Ryland and I sat in the apartment, the silence between us heavy. "We can't keep going like this," I said finally. "We need to face this head-on."

Ryland nodded, but his eyes were distant. "How? We've been fighting our whole lives. I'm tired, man. I don't know how much more I can take."

"We start by breaking the cycle," I said. "We get help. We talk to someone who can guide us through this."

It wasn't easy, but we found a counselor who specialized in trauma and family dynamics. Tina joined us for some sessions, and for the first time, we talked openly about our past. We confronted the pain, the mistakes, and the lingering fears. We learned to recognize the patterns that were holding us back and developed strategies to break free from them.

But as we dug deeper into our trauma, more cracks began to show. Ryland's struggles with becoming a young father and losing his scholarship weighed heavily on him. He took a job, but it barely paid enough to cover his expenses, let alone support a child. His relationship with his girlfriend became strained, leading to constant arguments and stress.

Meanwhile, our father became more aggressive. He broke into our apartment one night, smashing the few belongings we had along with our mothers face and leaving us with nothing but fear and anger. We filed for a restraining order, but the process was slow, and we knew he wouldn't be deterred easily.

Jared, too, faced his own battles. Despite his progress, he was still bullied at school. One day, he came home with bruises on his face, too scared to tell us what had happened. The sight of him beaten and broken tore at our hearts, a stark reminder that our fight was far from over.

Our counselor urged us to stay strong, but the constant pressure was taking its toll. Tina fell ill, the stress of years of struggle manifesting in her body. She tried to hide it, but we could see the pain in her eyes, the fatigue that seemed to weigh her down.

One year later, we gathered once again in our small apartment, now filled with the remnants of broken dreams and unspoken fears. Ryland cradled his baby daughter, a symbol of hope and the future, but his eyes were shadowed with worry. Jared, thriving in his program, showed us his latest art project, his face glowing with pride, yet the bruises were still fresh in our minds. Tina, her eyes filled with tears, raised her glass once more.

"To my boys," she said, her voice steady and strong despite everything. "We faced the darkness and found our way through. We are stronger because of it, and we will continue to rise."

As we clinked our glasses, I felt the weight of the past lift slightly, but I knew the journey was far from over. The future was uncertain, filled with challenges we couldn't yet see. But we were determined to face them together, to break the cycle once and for all.

As we sat there, the silence between us heavy with unspoken fears and hopes, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. The story of our lives was still being written, and the next chapter was just beginning.

(Part 4 posted ✨)

#writers on tumblr #art #digital art #poetry #short stories #urbanstories #urban drama #writersofig #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writers #writing

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kira-moonrabbit · 2 years ago

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i wanna scream from the heavens "GO PLAY LOBCORP AND LIBRARY OF RUINA NOW NOW NOW" like everyone else when it goes on sale, but hear me out. What if you can only buy one. Or only want to buy one for some reason. Or maybe it's like a book and you want to know what's in the book before you buy the book. Let me help you, ok?

For ease of scrolling I'll just put the rest beneath a cut. Below is me going over everything notable about lobcorp and library of ruina that would influence the decision of what you want to buy, positive or negative. Mostly positive, though.

WHAT DO BOTH OF THEM HAVE?

Customizable side characters to get attached to. Employees and Librarians.

A story about the horrors of capitalism, I think.

A world that they expand upon to such a huuuuuuge degree. Lots of worldbuilding. Huge world.

Lots of beasts!

Both have soundtracks that will explode you!

They also have a lot of body horror and gore in them. Be safe, okay?

WHAT DOES LOBOTOMY CORPORATION HAVE?

Lobcorp is a management game. If you like to manage things, it might be for you! Basically, you work on monsters to make energy, and you need to work on them to unlock more information about them to make breaches less likely. It's a game of experimentation!

Failure is about halfway between forgiving and not. Resetting the day if something bad happens costs nothing (barring a few exceptions, but those are very, VERY rare). But you have to actually finish a day to progress. Take the knowledge of what went wrong to try and fix your mistakes! ...But sometimes that doesn't help, either... It's that kind of game.

You have to let your agents work on Abnormalities to improve their stats and let them use better equipment! It's easy to get attached to your little guys, if that's a plus.

Story's pretty good, y'know. I'll leave discussing the nitty-gritty of what Lobcorp's story is about to the professionals, though; I didn't pay enough attention to it cuz I was more focused on the gameplay.

Lobotomy Corporation is STRESSFUL. Your Employees are made of tissue paper, and combat is essentially just ordering them from room to room and hoping they escape from an attack in time. It's very, very hard. That could be your cup of tea, or it could also not be your cup of tea.

It's the less gore-heavy of the two games! Its art style is cutesier. Still, again, be careful.

The game is, admittedly, a bit lacking in polish. It was left with a few bugs unfixed, and some of the workable monsters are nightmares to manage!

...Buuuuut, if it helps, Lobcorp has a modding scene! Albeit a very, very small one. There are a variety of mods to make your experience easier, if that's what you'd like to do. There aren't very many "content mods," though. Like I said, it's a small modding scene. It's also not an "official" modding scene, meaning you need an external tool to load mods in (rather than an official Workshop.)

TL;DR - Very challenging but worth it in the end if you like management sims.

WHAT DOES LIBRARY OF RUINA HAVE?

Library of Ruina is a card game! And also a dice game! You give cards to your Librarians to use in card battles. Each card has its own dice with set roll ranges. (Not classical dice either; no D20s. Instead, a die on a card, or "combat page," will have, say, a roll range of 3-7.) You "clash" against other cards that the enemy is using, comparing rolls on those dice.

There are also various passives and Abnormality pages to use to turn the tide in battles, such as a Passive that makes your pages stronger the faster you are, or an Abnormality page that will make a specific type of die more powerful and inflict a debuff.

Generally, it's easier to play the game to get a proper wraparound for how Ruina works. It's simple to learn, but takes true strategic grit to master! ...Mostly!

It's more laid-back than Lobcorp! It's still a pretty hard game, don't get me wrong, but it's MUCH easier than Lobcorp is. You can take your time with 95% of all battles. (the 5% is a single battle with a time limit.)

The story is a bit easier to understand! Plus, you get to see characters interacting with other characters more.

MUCH, MUCH gorier than Lobcorp. Without spoiling anything, a certain chapter with two characters called Tommy and Merry might be a bit tough to handle especially. Take care of yourself!

It has a Steam Workshop page! And lots and lots of mods! Some better than others, but still, there's a lot worth checking out! Even if you don't particularly want to toy with mods, there are also custom skins to try out.

...Yeah, I recommend Library of Ruina over Lobcorp any day, it's a much more polished experience.

TL;DR - Very polished, if difficult, card battler

Now, I can say it. If this piqued your interest... GO BUY LOBOTOMY CORPORATION AND/OR LIBRARY OF RUINA ON STEAM RIGHT NOW GOGOGO!!!!

#project moon #projmoon #you can reblog this if you want. always happy to help get more people playing projmoon games.

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pinkyjulien · 1 year ago

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So- I just had my first Phantom Liberty "ending"... 👁👄👁 I had a lot of thoughts, might be messy and long

⚠ Spoilers ahead, obviously!

Holyshit. HGFHGHFH Where do I even START

I smelled it coming FROM MILES AWAY-- OF COURSE So Mi was somehow- tied to AI, tied to the blackwall, it SMELLED TOO STINKY FROM THE START! Holyshit

Going to share my live reactions that I had in my dev friend's DMS cause those were the raw reactions ghfhgf

I took Reed's side during the Kurt meeting

Of COURSE it would go to shit tho like- man OF COURSEEE she would know...

The Kurt boss battle made me sweat, that man s'quick! AND THE MUSIC... Always felt like it was tied to the voodoo boys somehow? Tho the vibes makes sense, considering it's kind of theeee Blackwall theme-ish

When Reed talks about getting against MaxTac my jaw dropped like-- ARE YOU FOR REAL RIGHT NOW.......

Also special kudo for this lil thing here I was really happy

Then came the battle against MaxTac- AND AGAIN... What a battle, I legit can't say right now which big fight I prefered outta the whole EP cause they were all so good

The game SLOWLY BUT SURELY got more and more spooky, into straight up TERRIFYING, I did NOT expect that at all, holyfuck!

And it worked SO WELL TOO, of COURSE anything tied to the blackwall would be horrifying

I LOVE horror- horror movie, horror games... But I don't like playing them 🤠✋ Because I'm a lil pussy HGFH who jump, who look away, who let go of the mouse when spooky thing happen

So LET ME TELL YOU When I started to grasp where the game was heading, I shat myself full time

Everything was PERFECT... The vibes, the lights, the set up, the sound design- the music, the different scenes/memories triggering over the place as you progress, just- fucking CHEF KISS

When I thought it couldn't get any better, any spookier- the game kept on delivering, somehow

It got really dark, stressful, gory, haunting

I decided to kill So Mi at the end

Seeing moments of So Mi's past, of how she got there- it was hard to not feel for her, even tho I never really trusted her, too many red flags and manipulation, V was just a token in achieving what she wanted, just like Myers was, just like Kurt was. But she didn't deserves to be kept as a pupet, a tool

The ride with Reed made me feel really numb, and so did the talk with Myers. Sittin with Reed and watchin him walk off in the distance....

I feel empty ghfhgf that one ending didn't felt satisfying at all- BUT I don't mean it in a bad way!! I like it, I think this was supposed to feel like this! So Mi is dead, whatever hope you had to deal with the Relic died with her, Reed wanted to save her, Myers NEEDED her alive- it's a miracle V can even walk it off freely even

-bear with me here as I'm gathering my thoughts as I type everything-

Little tidbits now, I didn't played through all of the new gigs either, so I'm going back to do these, as well as try all the other endings!

Sadly as expected, not a lot- if anything- new for us nomads lover 😞 I liked the cameo of Panam and Carol, sending Paco and Babs to the Aldecaldos to get out of DTown felt comfy too, as well as all the dialogue options! It felt nice to get those opportunities to bring our past! And we did get some crumbs of interesting lore

God and like- what I like the most in games are the Characters, and PL is up there with some amazing peeps! I'll try to rank them from most to least liked

Starting with Alex, probably my favorite of the 5 main! There were a lot of good moment with her, she felt the most... genuine? Might be naive, but I love good hearted, honest characters, and she felt the more "human" out of the bunch even if she did and does horrible things

Second place comes Kurt, man knows what he want and how to get it, can respect that. Wished we could learn more on him actually, maybe I missed a lot of content

Reed was interesting, too secretive for my taste- and that's normal duh he's a spy, but as expected I didn't felt too connected ( and just to be CRYSTAL CLEAR, that doesn't mean he's a bad character! Not vibing with a character doesn't mean they're badly writen or built)

SongBird started off STRONG at the top of my list, but the more she sugarcoated and smooth-talked V into helped her, the more a lot of red flags started to pop. Lot of lines reminded me of similar convo I had IRL with people that turned out to be shitty, so it send off alarms in my head 💀 NOPE...

and finally Myers, who I never trusted and rightfully so

All of them are incredible characters, made me parano on who to trust, who to believe

All of the minor NPCs are so memorable too? I absolutly loved Slider, the voodooboy dude? His design was insane! Loved meeting all of the different peeps during Kurt's party too, and LIZZY'S CONCERT??? AYO... Was simply incredible

This getting PRETTY LOOOONG I'll stop right here but yeah, raw thoughts after 3 days/nights of non stop playing 😩✋ UGGH...

Fucking love this game man. You can really see CDPR took their time with it, fucking nailed it too... Letting go of the last console gen was a good choice, Dogtown is gorgeous, all the visual effects are breathtaking--

I gotta STOP TALKING LMAO. ALRIGHT Back to it I go

AND. I will definitely rollback to a pre-PL save and continue the vanilla content, cause I feel like doing PL just before meeting Hanako gives a lot of interesting options :3

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Phantom Liberty #PL Spoilers #Spoilers #Text #Long post #REALLY Long post #CP77 Replay

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the-andromeda-effect · 1 year ago

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Adira’s cheeks flamed bright pink at his flattery, especially because the look in his eye said that he meant it. When was the last time Mircea had complimented her? Kissed her hand? Cheek? ANYWHERE? It had been so long since there had been one singular drop of affection from him that she could not remember. It caused a lump in her throat that was hard to swallow around. “You are too sweet, Caliban.” Her eyes dropped for just a beat as she smiled before looking back up at him.

Theron wondered what exactly had happened at the house Adira had been held at and in the car to bring about this little scene that he was witnessing. That Caliban hadn’t killed her after finding out that she had been abused had intrigued him, but this was something more. It was nice to see his old friend relaxed and he could swear those were honest smiles. Maybe making that joke was a better idea than he thought. Only the night would tell as it went on.

"So, Mr. and Mrs. Andros," Theron wore a shit eating grin, "I will assume a prenuptial is not needed. I will have all legal identification here in two days. Wedding was a week ago, before the late Mrs. Kalavati was kidnapped. You really should take her on a proper honeymoon, Caliban. All work and no play makes the compound get testy." He was having way too much fun with this now. It was rare that he was there on anything but heavy business, so it would be enjoyed while it could be.

"Theron, you're ruining all my surprises." Caliban said with a wink in his direction. Once his friend had mentioned taking a honeymoon, Caliban thought it would be the perfect time to actually get to know Adira away from the mansion where there were prying eyes and ears at times.

"Oh, that isn't necessary." Adira forgot Theron's warning from earlier. "I'm sure that Caliban has a lot of work plus the expense of it. There is no…"

Once more Caliban cut her off with a finger and a smirk. He had a feeling he might have fun doing that for a while. She really was rather adorable with pink cheeks. "I don't know a vacation away from the stress of work to get to know one another after how quickly our relationship progressed might be better than biting one another’s heads off in frustration or my hurting your feelings. I'll even let you pick the location. And please, when has money ever been a concern for me?” He scoffed then leaned forward so he could just whisper next to her ear. “It also will give you some time to relax after all you've been through, my dear." Theron was definitely getting a bonus, this idea might be genius. As soon as he'd joked about it, the logic had hit Caliban of why a trip away would be perfect.

"Okay, you two are ganging up on me.” She laughed, her eyes lighting up. “Tropics?" He had a point, a good one. If they were going to pretend the part of being a married couple to give her a cover for suddenly appearing in his life and to help her restart her life, actually having some clue who the other person was would definitely help with that. Learning about one another in a beautiful tropical location was just a bonus.

"In that case, I will make sure to have all of your documents back as quickly as possible." Theron replied. "I said it should only be two days, and I’ll make sure it is no more than that. Then the happy couple should be able to take off to whatever wonderful location you will be enjoying. If you need me to fill out any paperwork to make it happen, do not hesitate, Caliban. I do not want to be the one to hold you up from enjoying away time with your lovely bride." He looked over to Amira and winked, he already adored her.

Adira looked at Caliban, feeling a little uncertain. It all seemed to have been happening so fast since this morning, but she was glad to be out of the basement. There was something about the way that Caliban was interacting with Theron that told her that she was far safer with these two men than she had been before, possibly even dating back to when she got married to Mircea. He was offering her a job, he was offering a new name, and he was offering her a start in life. If part of that life was having to pretend to be married to him for a while until they could figure something else out, that seemed like a small trade.

Once the teasing over the honeymoon had ended, the three of them got down to talking about what her role in the company would be, and how she would work with Theron. It would be a lot with him that she would be working. That they got along with great ease did make Caliban feel very relaxed. While he got along with Theron well, not everybody took the lawyer's sense of humor the way he did.

After the trip, she would work in Caliban's office, and Theron would visit as needed for contracts and to accompany her to any negotiation meetings. Until they were sure that she would save from her ex-husband's reach, she would go nowhere alone or be unaccompanied even within their offices. There was very tight security within the offices for their company and even within the mansion, neither of the men were so naive as to believe that they did not have those who might be giving information to people who had competing interests.

Hours passed as they discussed the different details of things that would take place. Caliban started to notice a slowing in Adira’s responses, and watched. It had been a while since food had been delivered to her. Picking up his phone he texted the head of the house staff to ask for dinner to be prepared for the three of them and also for tea to be brought for Adira. The doctor had said no coffee for a few days, but that tea and water would be good for her. They may not be actually be married, but that did not mean that Caliban was not concerned for the woman he had just taken into his care.

A few short minutes later, the tea was delivered, much to Adira’s surprise. She looked over at Caliban, who gave her a warm smile and nodded, causing a bright pink to flush her cheeks once more. Theron watched the interaction with amusement. His old friend was not even aware of his own actions, he didn’t think. Only time would tell.

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coffeeheartaddict2 · 1 year ago

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Sweet Relief

Book: Open Heart (book 1)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Valentine

Warnings: sexual content (masturbation)

Rating: Mature

Category: Angsty smut

Word count: 1046

Summary: Ethan’s secret has been discovered and he invites Casey to his apartment to fill her in on the details. This is all from Ethan’s perspective.

Disclaimer: Characters, any dialogue (actual and paraphrased) belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: I have done the edges of this scene in other works but thanks @jamespotterthefirst and your replay of book one that planted the seed for this fic. In my headcanon Ethan knows he is physically attracted to her at this point and he has certainly handled things whilst thinking about Casey but this chapter he really learns he can trust her and starts a reprieve in the thoughts of “I can not and I will not”, well at least until after Miami anyway.

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“If you want me to keep this secret, you need to tell me what this is?”

“Not here, can you come to my unit after your shift today and I will fill you in.”

“Of course Ethan”

The conversation had been swirling in his head since Casey had stumbled upon him and Naveen in the under construction wing of the hospital. A part of him suspected that she would have found him out, a few weeks prior she had seen him near the construction zone and if he was being honest surprised it took him this long but now someone knew the secret he had been keeping and it was disconcerting. Casey was not just any intern though, she was someone who he was developing some type of feeling for. As much as he told himself it was a Neurochemical response to stress because she was an Intern but she was not. She had compassion, a willingness to learn not just generally but from any errors and he could tell that she really wants the spot.

He spent most of the afternoon questioning his decision to meet at his apartment. He had his own office but there was no guarantee they would not be interrupted, even if he did stay back after his shift. There would also be too many prying eyes at Derry’s. So his home was the only choice. He arrived home and had a quick bite. For some reason he was nervous. Sure he had pleasured himself to many thoughts of how he would pleasure her if given the opportunity but he knew he could not give in. Another thing that had him concerned was whether he could trust her. A part of him felt he could. There had been no hoards of interns demanding coffee from his private machine and no one had hounded him this afternoon about secretly treating Naveen but still this was next level. He had trusted people for sure, Naveen, Harper but those trusts were hard earned and developed over time but this was different. This is someone he had barely met and was only just beginning to know.

He looks at his watch and notes that it is nearly time for Casey to arrive. He got the wine ready whilst chastising himself for creating a social atmosphere. After a few minutes there is a buzz on his intercom. He lets Casey in.

“This is a good view”

In that moment all I can think about is what I want to do with her against the window. The thoughts of impropriety were still there but he recovered enough to say “I am rarely here to enjoy it.”

We sit down, she asks about Naveen. I tell her how he had been unwell, initially putting it down to seasonal illness but it got worse. I started tracking the symptoms and things started to be contradictory and worsening. I confronted Naveen and he agreed to let me treat him in secret. When some of the symptoms became too difficult to hide he quit. He wanted to go on a beach somewhere and enjoy what time he had left but persuaded him to keep being treated. I have kept him in the wing you found us. She puts her hand on my knee. I want to take it further but I am also enjoying the sensation of her hand on my knee. I make no effort to remove it. We discuss Naveen, his symptoms and progression especially. I am professionally impressed. As the evening goes on I feel lighter,less burdened. The time comes for Casey to leave. As she leaves she tells me that I am no longer alone. I am taken aback, it is a relief in a way that I now have someone to share information with in relation to Naveen but I could not help but catch a secondary meaning. Had she picked up on my inner turmoil that I have had all evening in relation to her? Or was I reading into it?

I switch to scotch, thoughts again drifting to what I wish I could be doing. I head to the shower and start to think of more practical things. Breaking the news to Naveen that there was someone new helping him, keeping any work Casey does separate. He finishes his shower and heads to bed. Thoughts about how he to keep his more lustful thoughts in check if they were going to be working together more quickly turned into what he wanted to do. He had mental visions of her, straddling him, he was massaging her breast, whilst kissing the column of her neck.

He feels himself harden again and he knows it is a losing battle.

He gets himself comfortable and starts to stroke himself. Slowly at first, keeping time to how he would be doing things to Casey if she was here. He squeezes whilst stroking, imaging he was entering her. He moans her name. He imagines that he is thrusting in and out and what his imagination conjures glorious. He pumps himself harder as he gets closer, his grip getting tighter as he imagines Casey clenching around his length. He is on the precipice of his climax and with a final powerful stroke he comes. He groans as he comes. He cleans himself up and heads back to bed. He waits for the cycle of regret of the thoughts he had indulged but instead he falls into a restful sleep as he is exhausted. He wakes up the most refreshed and rested in a long time and still no sign of regret at once again masturbating to thoughts of Casey. He puts it all down that he now has someone to share with about Naveen.

A few days later he sees Casey and she looks happy. She said she found a way to help someone in need and felt good making a path, like you told me the other day. Without thinking I squeeze her arm and congratulate her on her win. The action takes me by surprise but then I remember what I feel. I still can not fathom the lack of cycle of self loathing and I put it down to trusting Casey with t the secret of Naveen.

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Authors note 2: gotta love some old fashioned book 1 pining. In my head canon it is here that he feels he can trust her and that feeling overrides any doubts he has about the feelings he is developing. At this point he has no intention of acting on them, until Miami and the cycle starts again.

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#open heart #ethan ramsey #choices fanfic writers creations #casey valentine #fic of the week #book 1 #pining #handling things himself #choices #play choices

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aronarchy · 2 years ago

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nearing the end of S2 of the handmaid’s tale and (have a lot of stress going on rn so not going to go in depth wrt my thoughts about the last few episodes but) i’m thinking back to the canada arc earlier in the season and how the show identified exposés of fascists’ crimes as what is needed to gain progress for freedom movements (i.e. the letters being uploaded being positioned as some sort of great salvation, igniting “new” progress that could not have happened before)

the plot runs on several contradictions—here it’s that (excellent) scene where the Mexican government official admits she knows about the abuse of handmaids but doesn’t value stopping it more than she values reproductive labor extraction; then we pivot to jarring scenes where The Horrors were somehow “unknown,” and if only they (governments/middleclass populace) knew then they would Do Something

and, ???

(and before you complain—no, it wasn’t just a depiction not endorsing; showrunners were clearly playing it straight, and actually believed in that premise as true, as the results came out as a liberal would have predicted—which, in fact, is not how things go down in any sort of real life; they know, they know, they already know, they already know how bad it is, the news has been widely accessible for decades, centuries, and they still don’t care, they start and end with the same values)

while watching I was also reminded of Atwood’s The Testaments (2019 book sequel to The Handmaid’s Tale) which I’d read when I was thirteen or so and I still don’t remember too much about it, but I remember very clearly that that story also hinged strongly on a premise of “she escaped with Evidence and let the govt find out The Truth About The Atrocities which made her a hero who accomplished a downfall” which felt a bit odd to me even then (was in the middle of a lib phase) because, well, wouldn’t they have already known? how could they not already know? why is knowing so transformative? (logic goes, “this new info matters because now they’ll act on it” ← “they were not acting previously, because they didn’t have the info”—requires that they have the power to succeed so long as they try to in the first place.) this is obviously silly, but liberals genuinely believe this, because the truth is perhaps a bit too unpleasant. (also remembering The Testaments’ portrayal of Aunt Lydia, agreeing with her view of herself as legitimately subversive and heroic and ultimately a force for good—and also some of that which the show is slipping in, those scenes w/tears & feels which seem(?) to me to be played straight)

(I found it difficult to believe that the average person would genuinely buy that but also [abuser] sitting next to me watching rained praises on Lydia (“[see?] at the end of the day she’s just human [too]!!”) and also how Atwood and nearly all of the literary media coverage of Testaments (that I’ve found so far) have talked about Lydia (“Deep New Revelations that she’s Just Human and More Nuanced Than We’d Thought!!”) and w/that maybe what I read from the show as insightful critiques of liberal idealism wrt abusers/misogynists (i.e. “see? abusers DO keep abusing after even if they have a few nice moments, this is a great illustration of how the cyclical dynamic/false niceness works, learn from this, abuse bad”) are actually things the show unintentionally stumbled into, because they DO see the world as is, they DO know the violence is there and know the free-marketplace-of-ideas premises are fake, they just don’t think that actually makes it a bad thing)

(developing a cohesively anarchist analysis of feminist struggle over the past few years has clarified a lot of my cog dissonance from earlier days and I’m much angrier now but also a lot clearer)

I’m also thinking about the scenes where ex-US/US government in exile are portrayed as heartwarming, uwu, revolutionary, what we need; similar for the Freedom Liberty Light Hope aesthetics of the refugee introduction to Canada scene and how ultimately the show pinpoints liberal democracy as the freedom/liberation we need, portraying liberalism (allowed to run its course “without interference”/“naturally”/“as it should”) = enough to prevent fascism, nudging the viewer towards embracing “US returns” as what would be A Happy Ending. Consistently handwaving away how liberal states are fascist enablers. That if things simply “go back to how they were” then in another couple decades/centuries you would have yet another hurtle towards fascism because fundamentally liberalism cannot ever be enough to effectively stop the tide. and it makes me sad that bc of the limitations in perspective of these showrunners/authors the stories of the victims/marginalized who “fall through the cracks” (so to speak) (i.e. who prove that halfway-support does fail them, w/ devastating consequences) cannot have the spotlight/be centered.

(waterford visit to canada scene was fucking infuriating, don’t just stand there you know full fucking well he’s going to rape and abuse if he gets home throw some rocks light his fucking car on fire fucking please)

#OP #currently viewing #media critique #the handmaid’s tale #the handmaid’s tale tv #the testaments #feminism

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redemption-lies-plainly-in-truth · 13 days ago

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Tried for the thorn that's at the toll house. She killed me so quick… I tried after finding the tiefling girl that was about to get bit by the Kagha’s snake. Arabela? I got her to the camp and dealt with the shadows at the stonemasons guild..leveled up and went back to the toll house. Didn't have enough Gold to get the smell so I fought her again. Forgot the mechanic. Kill the skulls and weaken her.

After that I grabbed Roland after talking to his siblings about him going to rescue them. Sent him home and talked to everyone I missed. Wulbren was interesting. Felt bad for Barcus.

I got to the point I could talk to Isobel and get attacked. Minthara was on the bottom floor and everyone else was up top with me. Shadowheart and Karlach. I also had a minor summon. Flame dwarf looking thing. Used laughter to hold down Marcus. Used Shadowheart and Minthara to handle the ghouls and when everything was ready I killed Marcus.

I also had Halsin there because I started his quest line to have him present before looking for the spirit and pulling his other self out of a portal. I learned Spirit guardian was very useful. Stopped the crows and a lot of enemies. Also, Halsin is bear form during cutscene is very funny.

After completing mostly what I could, I did the shar trials. Some I remembered. Like the one where you fight your doubles. My friends and I went in after removing our weapons and armor, but then I saw I was the only one who didn't sell their underwear. I got Spartan kicked off the side by my friends naked gith double… we paused and laughed.

I would say the hardest part was the invisible platforms had to save Everytime I made progress. It was stressful and I suck at those puzzles. When I got to the other side and got the item, i jumped off and used a scroll to bring me back. I killed Baltazar and his brother because I really didn't want to deal with him near the night song.

I freed the demon that Raphael had trapped with a song. Shadowhearts guardian really helped with those rats man.

I grabbed the night song after letting a shadow heart choose and falling into the void a few times. So on to fight Kethric. Still a pain but I didn't need to deal with Krell. So much better.

I fought Kethric and used what we read to get in his head. Felt bad but had to deal with him. I dealt with what I could and knocked him to the point he went to the lower levels.

I followed, but unfortunately I didn't have will because I thought I would need a lot of radiant damage.

I freed who I could, but unfortunately I couldn't get “US”. They died on the ship so they couldn't pop up in act two.

I did the brain puzzle and got the gith brain to learn mental fortification. Confronted Kethric and got smacked around so much. I sent Minthara to get Dame Aylin so I could focus on damage. Karlach, Minthara and Dame Aylin carried the fight.

A friend has told me that Kethric was originally going to be someone we could bring to camp. Not sure if it was true but it seemed like a cool idea, and I did give Karlach her heart upgrades don't worry.

Minthara sat on Kethric’s throne, I praised her and she told me I could be hers instead of Karlach and I said no. She took it well enough and she became a friend.

All that was left was to start act three.

Act three was different from the other acts. Not many of the NPC have responses and the area is a lot more dense.

I visited the carnival. I talked to the dryad that's Orin in disguise. I tried to see how the scene played with other people based on how they viewed me. Mostly everyone has the same response when the dryad says, this is not your true love. Close your eyes and see them before you.

Redhead Orin pops up. I'm not sure if that was intended of it that a thing that the Xbox port had due to the game needing to run on the X and S versions.

I got the strange cow and brought it to baldur's gate. Sent Karlach to dribbles but I made sure the dinosaur was feed and I let the displacer beast out. So I only had to deal with the changelings.

The fight did almost kill me, but I survived.

By this point I started just going over where my group left off. Found the mindflyer in. The windmill, found the vampire hunters, found Orin again and returned the possessed amulet that had the monk cursed with laughter. Took in the laughter to save the spirit. I took a hit in wisdom.

I started walking around and wanted to have a kobold at camp and then I remembered something. Since I went through grymforge to get to the shadow lands, I missed the hyena I could save if I took the mountain pass route. There's a hyena the goblins are training and if you have talk with animals, you could convince them to leave. I wish I could send them to camp.

Looked around the carnival and found the djinn with the roulette wheel. I thought it was going to be like Stardew valley, but I realized it wasn't I'm glad I saved. I looked up how they were cheating, and I chose to leave them alone. Even if I stole the item used to cheat, I didn't think I would be able to get out of the world they send me to and collect the legendary Trident.

I crossed the bridge that lead to the wyrm crossing that helped me complete stuff for Jaheira and I was able to meet Astarion's siblings.

I went to the brothel found Voss, and saw Raphael. I avoided them and talked to the flying elephant about the murder in the church and showed Gale his friend was stealing the letters when she killed the pigeons. I didn't get the letters back, so the post office manager was upset.

I went into the dog canal and found the lady that messed with scratch. I killed her and let the dogs go. Scratch isn't a thing.

I spoke to the drow twins and learned that I could just talk to them or just hear a story if I wanted to. It was nice.

I went forward to get to Gortash and his coronation? I ended up talking to Mizora about it and making Wyll the blade of Avernus later on. The submarine and getting everyone out was a pain. I ended up using Wyll, Gale, Shadowheart with a few summons to deal with the fish people. I was told doing the mermaid quest could remove the fish people from the area but it wasn't so.

I also learned that the imps travel with their host when they get back to the submarine.

The robots were a pain to deal with when going into the foundry. I saved everyone and Barcus became the new leader of the iron hands.

Back to wyrms crossing, I went to the prison to get the lady we saved from the burning building in act one out. Tried sneaking out, but it never worked. Ended up fighting the flaming fist and stealing all their loot to sell later. Never did…

I came back for the wyrm quest where you would need to find the dragon underground to help protect Baldur's Gate. The guards were still down there since I didn't kill them, but they were just standing there. I knocked them out, but I was unsure if it had anything to do with taking all their guards beforehand. I tried to share the lives of everyone uptop, but I realized it would be problematic to fight them again so I killed them.

I found the wyrm and does because I didn't know how to deal with him at first. I saw the helmet and gave it to Lae'zel and started the fight again. Got rid of the summons, Wyll had a ring to give him health every turn, and Shadowheart tried keeping us up. I gave her the mace from the temple but it's affects didn't really do much to the dragon.

Ended up killing him and got back.

Baldur's Gate was very dense and had a lot of back tracking. I met Minsc and saved him. Gave him a drum to play and started giving everyone an instrument. Met Jaheira’s family and got her sword back from her underground base.

Talked to the kids for a bit. Loved that when talking to the half orc, I was able to make Jaheira proud of me and have a bit of fun with her son.

I did Shadowhearts quest. I brought Minsc and Jaheira because they new the revered mother, Viconia. A few people were upset with how her story went in the third game. I guess people wanted a better ending for her, but unless you romanced her she still has her issues.

Misnc was a ranger and I used his ability to create thorns that or it was Shadowheart since she was part druid at this point for me. Made it hard for them to move while Minsc and his wolf dealt with the sides. Jaheira turned into an owlbear, jumping and scaring everyone. Shadowheart stayed in the back after casting flame sphere and I was there for counter spells.

It took some time but I was able to get through it. I killed Viconia since I didn't want Shadowheart getting harassed. I freed her parents spirits and found her old hiding spot. Found her childhood friend and we left. I gave her a hug after a long rest. Thank you Larian.

I was maxed out by this point and had to do dude quests. I killed the hag a for a second time and saved the kid. Funny how one person wearing the mask was allowed to leave again. Really wish I could help those people…

I killed the mummy guy after I talked to the zombies walking around. Annoying at first, but I place a flame sphere in the doorway and just wait for them to group up to deal with them. Saved the artist, stopped the murders, met the thieves guild, saved my reputation in Baldur's gate at the printing press.

I went to fight seravok. I thought about fighting him with Jaheira and Minsc but decided against it and brought Shadowheart, Karlach and Astarion. Took care of the knights, then attacked the big guy. Didn't realize the three women next to him buff him on his death. Ended up using globe of invulnerable on Karlach. Placed her on the border since he was focusing her. Everyone attacked him and we won. Went on to Orin and that was a pain. Tried it when I was level ten. Died the first time because of the Bahaal buff I think. The second time I had a flame summon that went all the way around from the left to where the guy doing the ritual was. Interrupted him and killed him and just crossed when I could.

Fighting Orin was easier than the side quests but I ended up using up my invisibility potions to have Astarion pick everyone up since her assassins attacked after I killed her. Had to use a scroll to redirect my main character because the drow that takes your blood, I allowed her to make my blood volatile. Astarion with Ranger and thief was able to take out most of her unstoppables.

Found the dark urge on the floor and felt bad for him.

Originally before most of this, I tried house of Hope. Learned that I didn't know what I was doing and was glad I had a save before going in there. I don't know if I'll be able to save hope. Tried using some, but the demon you help out in act 2 even though he was on my side, because all of Rachel's demons were near me, he blasted me out of dome and caused issues. It also didn't help that radiant damage was reflected back to everyone who cast it.

I have also finished the quest where I fight the mage in his tower with Dame and Roland. The first time I didn't know about his magic reflect. The second time I killed him, but Roland knocked one of his summons over the edge and it went in invisible. Had to restart again. The third time her knocked them off again but the summon flew back up this time.

So for now, house of Hope may be the last thing I do, but seeing as it's tied to Lae'zel's companion quest…I don't know…

So I have Astarion's and Gale's left. At least I think that's all the companion quests left.

All in all it's been rather fun and frustrating. Some friends on discord finally heard me confused and upset at parts, which they found entertaining.

Not sure if this is too long for ab ask, but I had fun typing most of it. Tried trimming a lot of the fat related to Baldur's gate. It's been the game taking up October for me so, yeah.

As for myself, I'm okay. My sister has been wondering what I've been typing on my phone all this time. Told her not to worry.

As for the music you sent me, it was interesting. I would need to listen to it a few more times, but thanks for sharing. As for my own tastes, I most go with what YouTube recommends after listening to stuff, but they do shift everytime I reset YouTube. Shows I haven't really been watching much. Mostly clips. I have been rewatching Vinland saga. It was nice since I still need to pick up where I left off on the manga. I've also been looking at artwork and sninstim people make regarding characters they like or make. I'll look for some and show you later if you like.

As for the eating well, mostly been eating junk food like pizza or burgers, that or not eating. Just drinking coffee. Sleep had been fine. Four hours or so then my body crashes, but that's been a common thing for me.

The isolating thing, I have talked to friends but I normally stay out of their way until they invite me for something, but to be fair I've been playing Baldur's gate mostly, but I have been talking to a few discord friends when they need someone to talk to or just need some company.

Thank you for the concern, August. I love you and appreciate that you do. Eat well, sleep well, drink well, and I hope you get better. Stay safe and I hope you have a happy Halloween with your pumpkin nieces.

Oh before I forget, do you want my steam friend code? It's related to me asking if you'd like to get a game as a late birthday present or early Christmas present that I asked in the last large ask.

I received the letter! Yay! Wrote it down on the Calendar.

Okay, so the steam Autumn Sale is actually on the 27 of November, not this month :( So it's gonna be a whole month of waiting, but who cares.

I hope lolipop Chainsaw gets on sale, at least! The remake version. It's like extremely fitting for Halloween.

Anyway I got banana milk, I feel...eh today. But the milk is delicious, I fucking adore milk did you know? Would even drink the normal bland one, tasty with ice.

Yesterday was draining, extremely fun but draining. I got new pants! Pastel Pink ones, and also a black pair. I also watched the new Venom movie with my parent, and it was super fun. Gosh, they had a lot of wedding imagery in it. It's easy to overlook, but at its core, these movies are really a love story between Eddie and Venom.

I also thought about what it would be like getting my own symbiote! Mostly what colour I want—Yellow/Gold is the one I ended up picking.

And there was in fact a gold symbiote in the movie, but they didn't tranform, so I only saw them in a test tube.

I think I'd go crazy with the constant presence of another soul overlooking my shoulder at all hours of the day—if the intrusive feeling of hosting a parasite that could reshape your body at will wouldn't make me claw my skin off first, yikes, like a thought bugs crawling on you.

Watching porn would be awkward, so is doing anything cringe. The good thing about human interaction is that you can nope out of it at any given moment and have some peace, with an alien symbiote, you cannot.

I still want the gold one tho. Or maybe a deep blue? Like an ocean at night blue.

At least on the positive side you won't need any friends like ever, since you'll have a best friend living inside your brain at all times. At least, that's the best case scenario. The worst case wouldn't be having a symbiote you hate, but one you're merely an awkward acquaintance with. Like being stuck with a coworker in an elevator for eternity, and they have to watch you go to the bathroom every no and then.

What do you think? How would you deal with the constant presence of another person intruding all the time? What about the brains diet? Gonna become a vigilante? At least my sweet tooth and mostly chocolate diet will come in handy to keeping this little parasite at bay.

Most importantly...which colour?

but then I saw I was the only one who didn't sell their underwear.

I choked ofjwodjsk I CAN'T

I really didn't want to deal with him near the night song.

Boo! I actually purposely let him live until then each time because I deeply enjoyed the challenging cinematic fight.

Karlach, Minthara and Dame Aylin carried the fight.

Paladins, man, I tell you, they're a force of nature.

Minthara sat on Kethric’s throne, I praised her and she told me I could be hers instead of Karlach and I said no.

It should've been ME!!! MINTHY I WILL TREAT YOU RIGHT!

I've actually never known the dryad could be an Orin disguise up until recently. There were so many playthroughs, and not once was the Dryad an Orin... always a normal Dryad to me.

You can get the real love tests done btw, and actually get your one true love. They're very sweet.

I read that the dryad being an orin depends on if you exposed Orin's previous two disguises or not.

There's a hyena the goblins are training and if you have talk with animals, you could convince them to leave. I wish I could send them to camp.

Said like a true ranger.

In my first encounter, I won the jackpot by stealing the item he was cheating with. Not because I knew he used it to cheat, but because I am an asshole who robbed eveyone I crossed paths with no exceptions before even talking to them. Yes even the face paint mummy, I robbed her too.

After I finish stealing from the person, I approach them.

So that was a happy coincidence. See! It pays to be a greedy selfish bastard in life.

I went into the dog canal and found the lady that messed with scratch. I killed her and let the dogs go. Scratch isn't a thing.

Good.

I just cast twin invisibility on her & myself and walked out of there normally

And that's the difference between a wizard and a sorcerer <3

Not sure if this is too long for ab ask, but I had fun typing most of it. Tried trimming a lot of the fat related to Baldur's gate. It's been the game taking up October for me so, yeah.

I'm glad you enjoyed the game and had fun through your own experience with it! That's what I love about bg3. Literally, every playthrough is different for each person. The many small yet significant choices add up to create a whole new experience based on the person playing it.

The creativity as well, how to utilise skills, even what you prioritise in goals, can affect things. For me I immediately went to the house of hope first thing first after reaching the city because I was dying to see the end of this plotline and I'd be damned if I waited any longer on some trivial personal quest. While you saved it for last, like saving the strawberry topping on a piece of cake to eat later.

As for myself, I'm okay. My sister has been wondering what I've been typing on my phone all this time. Told her not to worry.

Say you're a writer now and working on a new chapter in your novel!

Correspondence are a form of writing after all, weren't letters considered a form of art before? The many guides on how to articulate them, to begin with formalities and end it with wishes of good health, how to address the recipient depending on how close you are.

And you did just tell me a story about your adventures through bg3, it was a fun tale that I enjoyed listening to.

You'd make a good writer.

I'll look for some and show you later if you like.

I would like that actually. I'm interested in the things you deem interesting, I'd like to see your reflection in them.

For a song, this one stuck with me since I heard it in the venom movie. A song about an astronaut. I wanted to be one when I was a kid. I wanted to study the stars.

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Space Oddity! I like this cover more than the original.

I know I should disagree and remind you of how we need 3 meals a day with actually food. I know I should be a good friend and urge you to eat better, I know what I'm supposed to say in these situations.

But the call is coming from inside the house. My eating habits are like yours, if not worse. I just eat junk food or canned food, cooking is too exhausting. Some days I just survive on candy bars and soda, borrowing from my future's health.

I know it's bad, unhealthy, and that I should take better care of myself. But sometimes you have bigger problems, when you contemplate death, suicide, or else, what to eat or when to shower became very trivial in comparison.

On some days, food tastes disgusting. On others, I don't feel like I deserve food, so I don't eat.

I wish I could tell you to eat better, I wish I could eat better. But I know it's not that simple. So at least just stay alive, I ask only that of you. Anything else is a plus. Junk food is better than no food, soda is better than no water,

Some sleep is better than no sleep.

However if you find yourself dizzy, exhausted, or just not in the mood for anything. You know the reason. We get so used to funciationing on the bare minimum, constantly hearing the alarm, that we forget what having high energy feels like. That vitamin pills do actually work for us.

I don't have many reasons for energy, but I'll be damned if I miss my niece pumpkin costume in the Halloween event this friday, so I'll shove food down my throat if I have to, just to make sure I have the energy to attend.

That sounds delightful, to have company. Still, it's a little concerning that you feel like you need to be specifically invited bt your friends in order to show up.

I don't know your friends, I don't know how deep your friendships go, if you ever entrust each other with moments of vulnerability, or if you just laugh together at memes, maybe you play videogames and that's the extent of it.

All of these options are good. Friends take many shapes and forms. A friend that's only there to share your joy with is as equally important as a friend who's only there to comfort you. We need both.

And I have neither. It's bittersweet. I love being by myself, but oh boi do isolation lead to some...very interesting breakdowns. You learn to talk to yourself a lot, tell jokes, imagine scenarios. Rarely do I ever have to explain my thoughts to someone else, so it feels exhausting whenever I do.

Like here. I have to put in effort for you to understand me, while I can just...understand my own thoughts by thinking them. Communicating with myself is much easier and faster.

But it's redundant. My opinions, input, and comments. I want something new, someone's new opinions.

Which is why I ask for yours a lot. I want to see your perspective, hear about your experience.

It's hard to deal with isolation, it's harder when the depression and agitation sets in. But I much prefer this than keeping friends I dislike. Or god forbid, I like my friends too much and the paranoia and fear of abandonment sets in.

One time I counted the seconds between each one of their replies to construct a pattern because I was sure they were texting someone else while talking to me and that I came second priority.

Or seeing a friend change their pfp to a matching one of a pair, and wonder why it couldn't be me. How come they never include me in this fun stuff?

Or when they don't reply with the same enthusiasm when I talk about something I'm passionate about. Or when they don't ask how I am or how my day was despite me literally asking them.

So resentment builds up.

And I start to hate them.

But even when they do everything right, even when they are considerate and nice and selfless, even when they're sweet and thoughtful, something eventually snaps.

Be it an argument they kept avoiding or a promise they broke.

The opposite of love isn't hate. I have no problem with anger in friendships. If you have a problem, then let me know, and we will fix it together

My problem, is apathy.

When they stop caring, when they lose interest, when they take me for granted, when they see dealing with me as another chore.

Yet never have the balls to leave. No, they just slowly pull away like cowards and always deflect whenever I ask what's wrong.

So I'm the one to burn the bridge. If you wanted to leave, just say so. If you wanted to stay, then put in the damn work because I have been. I never stopped.

Maybe I'm just not built for friendship, maybe it's some cruel joke. Maybe my kinda decent writing skills come at the cost of isolation.

Or so I tell myself so I'd feel better.

Because the alternative, that I could have both the talent, passion, AND friends? Sounds made-up.

I'm aware dude. I know I'm mentally ill. Bpd is brutal. I'm at my most healthiest in life when I'm isolated, I'm safe. The second I get attached to someone, I forget myself, I slowly spiral when they eventually fail to meet the impossible criteria that I haven't met myself.

I'm getting better tho, kinda. At dealing with this. Forgiving people and realising everyone makes mistake. That no, a late text isn't abandonment.

But it feels like a slippery-slope. Between being a demanding monarch or a stepping doormat. How would I be able to tell if I'm overacting or if this friend is actually being neglectful and hurtful?

If my heart is hurt by anything and everything then how am I supposed to determine what's actually dangerous and what's not?

What do you do when the whole floor is eggshells?

I don't know. So I stay alone. I have friendly interactions occasionally, people in videogames I help. People online who like my writing. Friendly strangers are the best for my being.

But I make sure nothing more becomes of it. That I don't reply to the dms they send me. That I don't accept the duo game invite they offer me. That I don't let them get too close because I know myself and I don't want to hurt them or ruin the beautiful facade. They don't actually want to know me, they're just being nice and friendly, I'm the one with too much expectations.

Cherish your friends, Michael. As they should cherish you.

I love you too. You make my days brighter.

Oh before I forget, do you want my steam friend code? It's related to me asking if you'd like to get a game as a late birthday present or early Christmas present that I asked in the last large ask.

That feels like a big step, ngl. The only people I have added to my steam account are my mom, dad, and brother.

I never added any of the friends I used to have. Only my ex that one time when we were dating, but never anyone again. Even the rest of my brothers I don't have added.

And oh god you want us to be friends there! On steam? Where you can get notfied every time I open a game and look at what I'm playing!?

Isn't that too intimate? It feels intimate and close. You'd know I always open Sky game at 10am because that's when the daily quests reset. You'd see me stay online in a game for 14+ hours and realise I fell asleep while playing gem craft again and left the game open.

Or see me reopen DA:I multiple times in a row and you'll figure out it's because of a mod disfunction that I'm trying to fix.

What about that joke review I left on a gay porn game! You can't see that. I was being funny! I thought I was funny...Listen my parents do not use their accounts, they don't know how steam works. i made the accounts for them so they can play their games and I basically handle all the rest.

And it's fine if my brother sees it, his degenerate pfp is more embarrassing.

BUT YOU! MICHAEL! YOU CANNOT! YOU MAY NOT! IT'S TOO EMBARRASSING. TOO INTIMATE. I'M NOT READY FOR A STEP THIS BIG.

ugh but fuck I want it so bad, I wanna rush this and be friends on steam. Omfg Steam has a text chat. What if I send a text and you do too, what If I send a sticker and we send stickers back and fourth, what if we end up in the same lobby in helldivers and I impress you with my amazing totally not shit aim.

What if I hate how your profile theme looks...what if I love it? What if you hate mine! It's neon pink, it's themed after the darkest dungeon jester.

MY PINNED ACHIEVEMENTS ARE FROM THE FROG DETECTIVE GAME A GAME WHERE YOU ARE A FROG WHO IS ALSO A DETECTIVE AND YOU SOLVE ANIMAL KINGDOM CRIMES THERE IS ALSO A LOBSTER.

I can't, Michael. You might have as well been asking for my liver. I want to be so bad, but it's not time. It might be a casual thing for you to add friends on steam, but to me, it's unbelievably intimate.

And

I'll see you playing with your friends.

and wonder why you never asked to play with me

and feel sad.

You said it yourself that you wait for your friends to invite you, that you don't seek them out by your own will. That you won't seek me out by your own will. That I'll have to be the one to ask you to play time after time, that it will sting more and more each time as I wonder why do you never ask me, do you not enjoy playing with me? Do you just tolerate me? Would you even miss me if I stopped inviting you to play?

It's a recipe for disaster. I don't want to lose you, I don't want to resent you. I don't want to seem needy.

And do you actually even want to be friends on steam or is it just an easier way to gift games? Did you consider this or simply wanted to avoid jumping through hoops with little care for else. For what this would make me feel.

Either way.

I don't feel comfortable receiving a gift, I'm sorry. Not unless I can give you one back, otherwise it feels too selfish. Only to take and never give back.

Even if you say it's fine, I refuse, I feel too guilty. Like I'm taking advantage of you, of our friendship. I never accepted gifts from my friends in the past—well never ones that cost actual money, since broke teens and all. But I did buy them a thing or two, when we got close, when they wanted something they couldn't afford. Nothing major.

And each time after I bought them the thing, our friendship would fall shortly. Correlation is not causation, I know, but I think I was subconsciously attempting to reel them back in with a gift, to calm the waters and mend what's broken. Clearly something was wrong, but they wouldn't tell me, so a gift should cheer them up, but it doesn't, and things shatter even faster.

I'm an adult now with adult money, not much, but enough to get by.

And I'm not abandoning you, Michael, you don't have to reel me back in with a gift. If I had a problem I would tell you, I promise.

A gift from you would only make me feel guilty, undeserving, and ashamed that I can't pay it currently. That I have to wait for my paycheck, that I wouldn't be able to get you something expensive, it makes me feel cheap not to give you all of my money.

It should be fine, I'm still 21, people my age do not have much money. But it doesn't feel fine, I need to do better, a true friend would.

Whatever gift you were planning to give me, how about you give it to your sister instead? I'd consider it my gift and I'd feel very happy! I'm sure she'd appreciate it and adore a gift from you. That I'm willing to count as my birthday gift.

And if it's a specific game you wanted to give so I'd play it, in case you wanted to share your interest or simply talk about it, then just tell me the name of the game and I'll make sure to buy it in the near future.

Take care of yourself, I hope you enjoy Christmas and celebrating it when it arrives.

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Pain. Pain. Pain.

Much like last chapter, this is another one that hurts. I always think I'm ready for it, but then you manage to slip past my defenses with your exquisite prose and ineffable ability to pull me into every scene until I have no choice but to be moved by it.

Let's do this thing.

There was no sunlight this morning, Nevermore’s grounds were grey, as were the clouds covering the sky. Without the sun, the wind moving between the trees became considerably colder.

Straight from the get-go we know this is gonna be a sad one.

with her pale skin doing little in helping to hide the dark bags under her eyes, courtesy of spending last night worrying

Omg she's so down bad. She's losing sleep over it. Damn it, Wednesday, open your eyes.

there was a boy next to you, tall and lanky and doing a poor job of being subtle with the way he leaned closer to you.

Oh no---

“Um, so Andrew,” you clasped your hands together, smiling at him, “I’ll meet up with you later, okay?”

Oh Andrew, you poor, poor boy.

There was nothing. The mark on her wrist that she loathes so much; it didn’t burn, didn’t sting, didn’t even tickle.

She had grown almost used to it, learning to expect it whenever you were close. Not having it, felt like someone ripped away a part of her soul, like there was this grip slowly tightening around the organ that pumps her blood.

It was all kinds of wrong because she shouldn’t miss something she doesn’t need.

I've said it before, but I cannot imagine having to wrestle with that kind of connection just being severed, unceremoniously.

So it’s not you after all, but she was so sure.

Come on now, Wednesday. Come on.

Enid pushed your shoulder lightly, “stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Dismiss your abilities.”

Everyone needs a friend like Enid. I think the world would be a better place if that were the case.

“You know, when I was younger, I used to make these little soldiers out of branches and sticks, usually tying them together with vines and stuff like that,” you told her, smiling at the memory of a younger you conquering the woods, “I’d make them move around, sometimes fight each other, or just walk with me. Pretend they were alive.”

Awwww, that's adorable. Thinking of all the lovely things made of vine and wood that she's gonna make for Wednesday one day 🥰

Apparently, you had ruined glass walls and flower perfumes for Wednesday. Because you didn’t show up for botany today, and she had a hard time concentrating.

This entire section of Wednesday stressing over the loss of that burning soulmate connection is honestly a testament to just how much she truly cares about things. There's almost a hint of desperation to her search for answers here. She tries her best to project this unfeeling, above-it-all aura, but her actions always betray how deeply she really feels about things, and you capture that brilliantly. I know that must be a challenge to write, that fine line between her aloof outer demeanor and rich inner world, and you hit a home run every time.

The ominous library seemed empty, as it was most of the time. Bookshelves standing tall, creating dark corners and allowing only little bits of sunlight to seep through, and the weak table lamps being the only other source of light. She could spend hours here.

Wednesday walked from one shelf to another, her fingertips collecting dust from each book she took. Some of them were old, the pages fragile and already with a brown shade to them; yet none had the answers she wanted.

The way you set a scene. You include all the right details, each worded wonderfully, and it really makes the setting feel lived in. There's history. Things are happening. And you do all this without taking away from what's actually being progressed here.

It's such an enviable talent. There's an aesthetic beauty in how you write and describe things, and it never lacks substance behind it.

Wednesday couldn’t help but be enamored with shades of golden at that moment.

Wednesday Addams being enamored with a bright color? People, this is love.

She’s killing you slowly, her soul was too well entangled with yours for you to ever be free of this sweet torture.

The last rays of sun are reflecting on Wednesday’s dark eyes. She’s close, so close that you can count every freckle, every speck of her lipstick.

You’re unaware that she’s thinking the same.

She’s thinking about the way the golden light is framing the outlines of your jaw, about how your eyes can’t seem to pick a spot on her face to focus on, about how your unsteady breathing is fanning over her lips but you still feel too far away.

I don't even know what to say. Seriously, I'm rereading these again and again and I'm just.... wow. This is romance.

Your heartbeat faltered the same way hers did, the feeling of her skin against yours instantly blurred your vision with tears. All the feelings you’ve been trying to bottle up since you touched her for the first time were starting to spill over.

Wednesday harshly turned your wrist so your palm was up. She raised your sleeve, and time stood still for a second.

There, right on the pulse point of your wrist, laid a faint mark, just a few shades darker than your skin tone. If you looked closely, or in this case, not that closely, you could say its shape resembled a scorpion.

At this rate I'm gonna end up just quoting your whole fic lol.

The way Reader immediately just crumbles when Wednesday touches her, the fact that the soulmate mark is shaped like the beloved creature that affected Wednesday so deeply....

For a while, you thought you knew pain, but nothing could compare to this. “I thought I’d spare you from the inconvenience.”

And with one line, the knife twists.

I need a breather. This is masterful. Well-placed and the intense emotional conflict feels utterly real. I've said before how you are an expert at crafting stories that make me feel, and I'm going to reiterate that again, because it's so very important. These characters feel real. What they're going through and how they react feels authentic. Of course Y/N reacted a little angrily there, how could she not? She's been given every reason not to tell Wednesday the truth.

I'll see you in chapter 5. In the meantime, I've decided that I won't sue you for crimes against my heart, because the writing is so compelling.

sweet calamity | ch 4

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that's destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it's easier said than done.

A/N: Prepare your heart for this one. I was listening to this while writing. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 3 here

There was no sunlight this morning, Nevermore's grounds were grey, as were the clouds covering the sky. Without the sun, the wind moving between the trees became considerably colder.

Wednesday walked the stone path in the gardens, her steps well placed to avoid the bits of grass peeking in between that were still covered by the morning frost.

It was too early, a soft white fog was still hanging in the air and not many students were out and about at this hour, especially outside in the cold; but she had a feeling that the person she was after would be here.

One could say Wednesday blended in well with the gloomy weather; with her pale skin doing little in helping to hide the dark bags under her eyes, courtesy of spending last night worrying — no, worrying implies that she cares and she most certainly doesn't — thinking, about the what ifs that surrounded you and her.

It eventually became as clear as day even if Wednesday couldn't connect a few points. She still hasn't decided how to feel about it or what to say to you when she finds you.

We are a mistake; I don't want you, you shouldn't want me.

Those were the words that have been swimming inside her head all night, so much that she almost made it all Enid's problem too. They were true, weren't they? She would mean it if they were to roll off her tongue.

Yet, as Wednesday walked briskly, feeling the cold biting at her cheeks, she wondered why they brought an uncomfortable weight to her chest.

She found you under what once was a dense tree, your shoulder was leaning against its trunk; there was a boy next to you, tall and lanky and doing a poor job of being subtle with the way he leaned closer to you. Wednesday's face scrunched slightly, as if she tasted something sour; she needed your attention much more urgently than he did, surely you'd ditch him as soon as she makes her presence known right?

You were engrossed in meaningless conversation when Wednesday reached you, so much so that she had to tap your shoulder; causing you to turn toward her mid-sentence, your lips hanging half open.

The raven-haired girl did nothing but raise a brow, and after a beat of looking into her eyes, you turned your back to her again. Such a bold move of yours.

"Um, so Andrew," you clasped your hands together, smiling at him, "I'll meet up with you later, okay?"

"Sure thing," the boy raised a hand to your shoulder, squeezing softly, "see you then."

His gaze met with Wednesday's as he walked past her, and truthfully, he should be grateful that her eyes don't have the power to kill.

"Good morning, Addams." Your voice urged her dark orbs back to you, who was grinning, watching her intently. "You're quite early today," you told her then.

Wednesday breathed out through her nose, focusing on you with a blink; "you and I need to-" but her words faded, because her mind caught up with the fact that she wasn't feeling anything.

There was nothing. The mark on her wrist that she loathes so much; it didn't burn, didn't sting, didn't even tickle.

It was all kinds of wrong because she shouldn't miss something she doesn't need.

Wednesday felt utterly pathetic, because her body was stuck not feeling things and you were looking at her with slightly raised eyebrows, silently asking her to elaborate.

"-Get to class, we're way too far and I'm not arriving late because of you," she finally snapped, turning away from you briskly.

So it's not you after all, but she was so sure.

And there's absolutely nothing more infuriating than being wrong.

You didn't mention how the class wouldn't start for another forty minutes so neither did Wednesday, she just walked, hearing your steps trailing behind her.

Wednesday was troubled, that much you could tell right away. She had that frown on her eyebrows and lips, the same one you saw once when she'd hit a dead end on her novel.

Oh, how you wanted to be able to take her hand and tell her that it's over, that there's no need to worry anymore.

Wednesday wallowed in her self-pity and rage during most of the class, plucking her pen into her notebook until there was a hole in the pages.

Her foul mood came off of her in waves. You could feel it as you sat beside her, the tension was almost palpable and it was making you anxious.

"What's bothering you so much?" You tried asking, your hands clutching at the fabric of your hoodie when you hugged yourself, partly to chase away the cold, partly for comfort.

For a long minute, the raven-haired girl remained quiet, with her nails tapping her pen rhythmically. She wasn't looking at you and you almost thought she wasn't going to answer at all.

"I'm not-" Wednesday cut herself off with a huff, her lips tight. How can she tell you without actually telling you?

Slowly, her gaze found yours — the teacher up front eagerly talking about elixirs was long forgotten — and the thing about you that set her at ease was still there. Wednesday still couldn't tell what it was exactly, it just… happened.

This time, she didn't fight it.

"I was feeling something for a while," she admitted, quieter than she meant to, "and now, it appears that I'm not anymore."

Dark as Wednesday's eyes might be, you could see them shine; it took everything in you to prevent them from breaking you.

"I don't know how to feel about it," Wednesday finished, her jaw set painfully tight as she looked away from you.

———

Soft. The new soil was soft. A little cold and damp, but still soft.

It shifted between your fingers, little specks of dirt clinging to your skin as you spread it over the flowerbed of the quad.

Most students were out for their club activities; you and Enid managed to get this period free to start working on your little renovation project. It was nice to see the quad so quiet and calm, you were almost able to completely ease your mind.

"I can't wait to see the end result," Enid animatedly told you, carefully picking up one of the seedlings you had gathered from the greenhouse, "they're gonna look so pretty when the fountain is working again."

You chuckled, taking the little white flower she gave you, "I hope so. It'll look better than it does now, that's for sure." You placed down the flower, adjusting it carefully before covering the fragile roots with a thin layer of dirt.

First one done, many more to go. And you were still considering that new tree.

You took a small sunflower next — the one Enid chose — its petals were a little dry, so before placing it down on the soil, you held it between both your hands with care and allowed a little more life to flow into it.

"This is always so cool," Enid said lowly, her eyes glinting as she watched the yellow petals take on a brighter tone.

"I guess it is." You gently placed the flower on its new home with a faint smile.

Enid pushed your shoulder lightly, "stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Dismiss your abilities."

You grinned at the way Enid was frowning at you; "I'm not dismissing," you shrugged, "they just don't have much use other than making flowerbeds."

The werewolf raised an eyebrow at you, successfully ruining her pristine uniform as she sat down on the dirt, "that's not true, I could think of a thousand things to do if I controlled every plant I see."

Following suit, you sat down beside her, your knee brushing hers. "You know, when I was younger, I used to make these little soldiers out of branches and sticks, usually tying them together with vines and stuff like that," you told her, smiling at the memory of a younger you conquering the woods, "I'd make them move around, sometimes fight each other, or just walk with me. Pretend they were alive."

"I'd love to see that one day," Enid responds kindly.

For a moment you let yourself enjoy the feeling of having a real friend who likes you for you, it's nice, you'll keep her forever if she lets you. Yet your mind was still elsewhere, drowning in the image of dark eyes staring at you, lost in a way you'd never seen them before, and it was your fault.

"Enid," you called quietly, "have you ever done something that felt right at the time…" you're fidgeting with your hands, restless, "but then after a while… it doesn't anymore?"

She hums, considering your words, "I think so, but in the end, it always works out if you follow your heart."

Well, then I'm screwed. You thought to yourself.

"Why? Did something happen?" Enid asked worriedly, tilting her head to try and catch a glimpse of your eyes.

"No, I-" you pause, biting the inside of your cheek, "I did something, and I'm not sure if it was a mistake or not anymore."

"Did it make you happy? This thing that you did?"

"I don't think happy is the word that I'd use."

Enid was silent for a beat, then she asked; "can you fix it?"

Your eyes became unfocused, your mind drifting as the words just fell, like droplets of blood from a fresh wound; "I don't know how, or if she'd ever want me to."

———

Apparently, you had ruined glass walls and flower perfumes for Wednesday. Because you didn't show up for botany today, and she had a hard time concentrating.

It's unsettling that everything that you've been forcing her to feel, was still there, and it caused her to dive into some light obsessive research last night.

Wednesday had taken Enid's computer and dug up every last bit of information about soulmates she could find online — which honestly, was an overwhelming amount — ranging from how it works, if it can suddenly stop even if you haven't touched, and all the way to conspiracy theories about why it exists.

It was driving her a little mad that she didn't have all cards on the table, she hated the feeling of having missing facts. Her gut was telling her that it was you — as much as she doesn't want it to be — yet reason was telling her that it couldn't be.

Why does she care so much anyway?

The class ended and you were still nowhere to be seen. Wednesday was now walking through Nevermore's hallways, her destination being the library. Maybe the books could answer the questions that the internet was incapable of.

Wednesday let out an indignant scoff at the thought. Why wasn't that her first option?

Maybe the problem was that she didn't know what exactly were her questions in the first place.

The sun was nearly setting when she grew bored of hitting dead ends, a deep golden glow was bathing the dark wooden floors and her shadow was moving with it as she walked.

Though when she rounded a corner, Wednesday abruptly stopped, her boots scratching the wood.

You sat on top of one of the library tables, the only one that was placed in front of a window. Your knees were crossed and you had a book in your hands, the words on it being illuminated by the slowly fading sunlight behind you.

Wednesday couldn't help but be enamored with shades of golden at that moment.

Whatever it was you did to her, was still there too, because she found herself walking closer. You felt her presence, your head snapped up to look at her after she took the second step.

"Wednesday," you said her name in nothing but a breath.

She walked until her fingertips were grazing the edge of your table, her expression unreadable, "where have you been all day?"

You gulped, the grip you had on your book tightening. "I was busy."

"Not what I asked," Wednesday said plainly.

It wasn't easy for you to be around her, your heart needed a break, so you took one. You curled in on yourself a little, "why do you want to know?"

Because for some unfathomable reason, your absence seems to bother me.

That's not what Wednesday said, but maybe she should have.

You sighed, lazily placing your book aside and getting down from the table. "I went to town to pick up a few flower seeds we didn't have in the greenhouse, no big deal."

Wednesday nodded softly, "you could've told me."

Your lips parted but no words came out, you didn't know what you could possibly answer to that. Where was this coming from?

"I'm sorry?" You stumble out, more like a question than anything else, "I didn't know you wanted to know that."

Wednesday blinked a couple of times. You were right, why would she want to know that? What was happening to her?

She shook her head, as if these feelings were nothing but a fog that would easily dissipate. Slowly, she took the rest of the steps necessary to close the distance between you, her eyes focused on the book you'd been holding.

"What are you reading?" She asked.

Your heart rate picked up its pace, you could hear it if you focused hard enough; all because you were trapped between Wednesday and the big window behind you. She's killing you slowly, her soul was too well entangled with yours for you to ever be free of this sweet torture.

You had to think quite hard about the answer because breathing isn't your brain's top priority right now and it's making you lightheaded.

"It's uh- The Diary of Jack the Ripper," you paused, tongue running over your bottom lip and you didn't even notice that Wednesday's gaze followed the motion, "it's interesting, kind of."

The last rays of sun are reflecting on Wednesday's dark eyes. She's close, so close that you can count every freckle, every speck of her lipstick.

You're unaware that she's thinking the same.

She's thinking about the way the golden light is framing the outlines of your jaw, about how your eyes can't seem to pick a spot on her face to focus on, about how your unsteady breathing is fanning over her lips but you still feel too far away.

Wednesday clenched her jaw in frustration, her eyes sharp as she put a step of distance between you, "I don't believe it," she breathed.

A deep frown settled on your face, "that I'm reading his book?"

"That it's not you," her words came out tight and low, as if it hurt her to say them. They sent a shiver down your spine.

Before you could even think about an answer, Wednesday grabbed your arm, her fingers closing around your wrist in a nearly bruising grip.

Your heartbeat faltered the same way hers did, the feeling of her skin against yours instantly blurred your vision with tears. All the feelings you've been trying to bottle up since you touched her for the first time were starting to spill over.

Wednesday harshly turned your wrist so your palm was up. She raised your sleeve, and time stood still for a second.

Wednesday didn't let go of you, but she averted her gaze. Her lips parted with ragged breaths, the lower one trembling against her will.

You could feel fresh tears making their way down your cheeks and dripping from your chin, Wednesday only looked back at you when one of them landed on her thumb.

"You knew," she growled quietly. With her free hand, she raised her own sleeve to show a mark identical to yours, "you knew and you didn't tell me." She raised her voice then, her midnight eyes boring into yours and making you flinch.

For a while, you thought you knew pain, but nothing could compare to this. "I thought I'd spare you from the inconvenience." With that, you forcefully pulled your arm away from her hold as if she burned you.

For a moment, the action dulled Wednesday's anger for being kept in the dark about something this… important? And she finally noticed your tear-stained cheeks.

Too late, because she couldn't get a word in before you were pushing past her, your shoulder bumping into hers as you ran away from the library, away from her.

Wednesday was frozen to the floorboards, her eyes fixed on the spot you'd just been. She's feeling an ocean of emotions; they're nauseating, raising bile to her throat, so many things at once but what she expected — wanted — to feel, wasn't there, she didn't hate you.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Read ch 5 here

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#sweet calamity is an elite tier fic #wednesday is so stubborn smh #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams fanfic #soulmates au #in this essay i will #romance at its best

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darkcircles4lyfe · 3 years ago

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Death to All Might, Rebirth to Yagi Toshinori

So about All Might. I’ve been extremely wary of talking about what could happen to him because straight up saying “I don’t think he’s gonna die” is asking the universe to spite me. Plus it also feels like a room full of people turning to stare at me as if I said the Sun isn’t a star. Man has death flags everywhere, I know.

But, okay, *Bill Nye voice* consider the following:

Mr. Yagi here, if he overheard everything, just received the final nail in the coffin on his career. His time as the symbol of peace is not only over, it was in fact partially responsible for the current state of things, since he once did so much on his own that his absence now makes heroes and civilians alike ill-prepared to cope. I think it was very apt for that one guy to be wearing an All Might shirt--he was acting as a mouthpiece for the latent societal problems embedded in All Might’s legacy.

We know already that he’s been feeling useless. I love this scene and although I’m not gonna talk about it right this second, remember what Aizawa says about just “being here” being enough:

And we know from conversations with Inko that Toshinori is also reframed his purpose around looking after Izuku. But in the end, Izuku rejected his help, and it was his classmates instead who were able to save him. Now the very progress of humanity is rejecting him too. You may me wondering how on Earth I don’t see the logical conclusion of all this being his death. Hold on. It actually has a lot to do with the fact that we’re all expecting it. Nighteye himself saw it, and despite any contrary convictions anyone might have, the plot doesn’t seem to be veering away from that end. All Might Is Gonna Die, says absolutely everything.

It’s occurring to me that I have previous experience with this kind of plotline that probably little to no one else in this fandom shares, being that I’ve read a certain book series in which the main character is told in no uncertain terms that he will die (no, I’m not talking about hp). The series in question is T*e Und*rland Chronicl*s (censoring so it doesn’t get put in their side of tumblr) and I’m sorry but I’m about to go on a shameless tangent about it and spoil the ending for you.

So in this series there is a prophecy in every book, each one having something to do with war and conflict, and so far all of them have been right. In the last book [mc] finds out that it’s prophesied that he will be killed. Lots of the things in the prophecies are convoluted and metaphorical, but no, this one literally says “when the [mc’s title] has been killed.” He spends the whole book coming to terms with this, and he gives into it, only to find himself waking up in the hospital instead. “Wow, plot twist. /s” you may be thinking, and yeah sure, the mc in a kids book survived, big shocker. But it doesn't end there. After the war, there are peace talks, but they escalate until the two sides are on the verge of declaring war again. And [mc], bless him, has just been caught in the middle of all of this the entire time. He’s sick as shit of fighting, of watching the suffering and death of people he cares about. He draws his sword against both of them angrily, gives a speech saying he won’t take a side, and then promptly breaks his sword across his knee: “There. [mc’s title in the prophecies] is dead. I killed him.” He’s giving a huge middle finger to everyone there, to the man who wrote the prophecies, to the entire fucked up culture of it all. And so something that was taken literally turns out to be metaphorical. That is, if you still believe in the prophecies at all.

Hopefully you’re catching my drift here. What I’m saying is, even though this other series has nothing to do with bnha, it goes to show sometimes it’s the most absolute certainties that are red herrings, and a “death” can consequently be a symbolic one. In All Might’s case, it could be the death of hero society and a rejection of his own past. In other words, character development for Toshinori himself that reflects on the way the world is changing, too. Also there’s the fact that the mc from that other series I’m trying not to name has an honorary title, and I’m imagining that role he occupied “dying” could correspond to something that amounts to, “All Might is dead. I (Yagi Toshinori) killed him.”

And here’s another thing: we also have to ask ourselves what good a dead Toshinori is to Izuku, narratively speaking. Yes, Izuku has spent his whole life idolizing even the more toxic parts of All Might, and his idealized vision of his hero does need to “die.” But how about Toshinori as a father figure? Izuku regretting that his last interaction with Toshinori was to reject his help may drive home the fact that he shouldn’t go off on his own, but at this point it’s kinda redundant. If anything it would negate some of the progress that was just made because it’d make him extra paranoid about losing other people too. To be honest, the whole “Uncle Ben” trope, the mentor/father figure who dies and gives the mc a reason to do better, is so tired. Experiencing the death of a loved one really doesn’t deserve to be romanticized like that. I might as well admit that I’m speaking from experience, and let me tell you, losing someone you love suddenly, when you weren’t around, and with unfinished business--it makes you paranoid as hell that it will happen again. It literally gives me nightmares. Y’all, I cannot stress enough that trauma does not equal character development. Granted, just because I know this doesn’t mean Horikoshi does, but in general he does seem to lead his characters toward healing.

Okay, back to the present. Toshinori is turning away from UA. He likely feels useless and rejected. We can infer that what happens next will involve Stain, and we have a couple of extra clues to go with it: Stain considers All Might a true hero, and has stated that he would let All Might kill him. And since Horikoshi loves his parallels, we also have this fight between Endeavor and this random villain who admires him so much that he wants to die by Endeavor’s hand:

This suggests a confrontation in which Stain challenges All Might to live up to himself as he once was, so that as a hero he can vanquish Stain and symbolically overcome society's perversion of that role. But based on what All Might has learned about the system he upheld, Stain is wrong. All Might is not a “true hero” in the sense that the societal issues Stain witnessed exist not in spite of All Might, but (in part) because of him, because he took too much of the responsibility for himself.

Stain probably had no idea about the personal cost of All Might’s lonely burden until after the fact. Maybe he’s seeing it now. So then perhaps the confrontation would be more about Stain claiming he’s just as fake as the rest. Either way, Toshinori has the opportunity to denounce himself and be rid of “All Might,” to stop living in his own shadow. Nighteye’s vision has been defied before, and I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the combination of society shifting + Toshinori’s own conviction is enough to do it again and work fate in his favor.

He is not All Might. He is Yagi Toshinori: quirkless, worn down, and directionless except for his dedication to Izuku. If he survives his interaction with Stain, he can resolve his imperfect mentorship by confessing about his shortcomings and simply supporting Izuku as a part of his family, not as his teacher (as Aizawa said, just “being there”). And that’s how you really get character development, for both of them. I mean, shit, imagine Toshinori straight up telling Izuku to stop calling him All Might.

#disclaimer: I have a lot of emotional investment in dadmight #so I am hella biased #but hopefully I also have some unique insight to share #all might #yagi toshinori #bnha #mha #bnha meta #bnha 325 #bnha 326 #lin speaks

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wakraya · 2 years ago

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Going slowly insane and need my favorite homestuck blogger lady to give me her feedback on this. I feel like WP have Valve levels of bad communication. Trying to discern what is actually going on with homestuck and it's drama is slowly turning me into the Joker. Am I the only one who feels like WP needs better PR? please give your take on this because at this point actually liking homestuck with the vitriol going on nowadays is making me feel like i am defending ayn rand or some shit.

Let me preface with this: I am 100% behind WhatPumpkin not saying a single fucking thing and just releasing content at their own rate at this point, and I dislike gossiping about Personal Shit regarding other people like you're gossiping about celebrities. However, let me tell you exactly what led to the current climate of silence.

WhatPumpkin had huge problems to deal with behind the scenes because of the Odd Gentlemen issue, problem which likely led to legal action, and which we only recently learned the full extent of with the full explanation on the Hiveswap Development that we got like, two years back or so? That pretty much confirm what we thought about TOG, and that while they add some nuance and specific times and amounts of money to specific things, are largely what we all thought.

Because of this, WhatPumpkin kept the Bad Stuff Going On behind closed doors, and tried to put out concept art and positive stuff for people to enjoy while dealing with the Mess internally. The mess only grew, and the document about the Hiveswap Development revealed that WPNY was made an unsalvageable working environment because of One Specific Member of the team, who was described as even outright aggressive. This led to the eventual closing of WPNY, and the new house of WhatPumpkin changed gears from trying to salvage the 3D assets of the game, to starting from scratch in 2D. This, of course, meant that the progress of the game was scrapped, and while assets were later reused, it meant using a new engine and taking more time. With the Fandom getting impatient and them already trying to keep the issues with TOG and that one Team Member under wraps to not make a big, potentially legal stink of the situation, this shaped WhatPumpkin's lack of communication with the Fandom.

Eventually Hiveswap came out! Act 1 at least. Then Friendsim started to come out as well! Some members of the WP Team became better known figures and started to interact with the Fandom- James with the wacky Music Titles and such. This was, however, around the time HS^2 came out, and that changed the dynamic of the game.

When HS^2 came out, people were largely dissatisfied, and soon a climate of spite and hatred towards the work started to bubble up. This led to the direct harassment of figures working in WhatPumpkin, like Kate and Aysha. Because it was policy to kinda, not say much about the behind-the-scenes already, this helped to close off the internal workings of WhatPumpkin even more, and in turn, this made the climate of hatred grow even more. People tried to speculate or unveil details about WP, and went on wild assumptions about the team members, while other members, like Kate, who were vocal about takes that people found vitriolic, were seen as Scapegoats to direct harassment towards.

WhatPumpkin made mistakes and bad decisions, yeah. Because of the reusing of assets between WPNY and Current WP for Hiveswap, it was later found there were missing credits for a few pieces because the original artist had slipped between the cracks- Which was admitted to be a mistake and patched in if I'm correct. In this same vein, because of the, and I cannot stress enough, directed harassment campaign towards anyone working on WP Content, Act 2 was released for the first period of time without Credits, as a misguided attempt to protect people from the initial wave of hate. This was, as well, patched shortly after.

On top of the HS^2 Harassment, there was more going on. Enter: Gio. Allegedly, as said by the WhatPumpkin Team, a straight up stalker trying to unveil exactly what happens behind closed doors in WhatPumpkin. Gio made an article trying to twist the narrative saying that The Odd Gentlemen were innocent victims of WhatPumpkin's bad handling (Many of these assumptions were disproven by the Hiveswap Development document), and that WP were actively malicious. A lot of this information came from an anonymous disgruntled WP Employee. It's not confirmed, but heavily implied by the Hiveswap Document, that this Employee is none other than the member of the team that made WPNY unfixable, and that many of their claims were wild assumptions made on a timeframe that made no sense because they were no longer employed by WP at that point.

Enter Sarah Z: Who while stating that it was all speculation and not confirmed, still drew a LOT of attention to Gio's article which would have, otherwise, barely made the dent it did. As Sarah Z promoted this view of things which led to the release of the Hiveswap Document, WhatPumpkin had a meltdown of how to handle the downfall, and tried to solve things unprofessionally through legal channels, and with demands about the video that went nowhere.

Now, I can not go into details about the following, because I don't want to spread information that isn't out there already, nor talk about Heavy Shit regarding other people without their consent, but I have been privy to a few behind-the-scenes things regarding the mysterious WP Employee that talked with Gio, as well as the issue with Sarah Z. And all I can say is that I understand completely why WP acted they way they did, even if I think it was a badly handled mess, I absolutely understand and empathize with what happened. So I know without being specific, none of this means anything, but I want to put it out there that, my standing with WP comes from a point of having Extra Context about the situation.

Either way- Between the harassment, that led to Kate leaving the Fandom and HS^2 going to work in private, and the later mess regarding the speculation about Hiveswap's Development and the whole Sarah Z Fiasco, I truly, genuinely believe that just going to work on private and sharing Absolutely Fucking Nothing to be the healthiest thing these people can do.

Please remember that the thing that made Kate leave is that she was being doxxed by a stalker and reported to the police for going out to protest.

Please also remember that, as someone with no direct affiliation to WhatPumpkin, just a fan that said "I like the Epilogues", I was subject to a one-and-a-half year-long daily anon hate harassment campaign with more slurs thrown my way than I can remember.

You can not fathom or understand the sheer amount of Bullshit WP have gotten sent their way.

So like. Chill. Don't compare queer indie creators to Ayn Fucking Rand. Really. Not fucking cool.

EDIT: I forgot to add! At one point, during the Hate Harassment Campaign, there was an attempt by Hussie and WP to strengthen ties to the community. The Reddit, with notoriously bad takes about the comic and feeding on a lot of the vitriol of the community, and WP, made a ‘deal’ where WP would communicate more, and, in turn, Makin would step down as boss of the Reddit, and there’d be an attempt to make the Reddit a better community for the Homestuck Fandom.

It lasted like a week? Before it was decided that WP had not upheld their part of the bargain of communicating more, and Makin returned.

The emails of what had been discussed between WP and the Reddit were released by Makin, prefaced by a statement of how it made Hussie and WP look bad.

If you actually read the emails, however, you find out a lot of this preamble is actually fucking Fake, but a lot of people didn’t bother to read what was up except for like, hand-picked examples that strengthened Makin’s argument and painted WP in a bad light, when in reality it’d been an earnest attempt at finding common ground.

So yeah.

Honestly? Fuck the Fandom. Just stay silent, WP.

#WhatPumpkin #HSE #WP

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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HQ poly Headcannons pt. 2

Poly Headcannons <3 part 1

pairs: Oikawa & Ushijima, Hanamaki & Matsukawa, Suna & Osamu, Kita & Aran, iwaizumi & Kyotani, and Oikawa & Kageyama

nsfw and sfw

Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi

Sfw

This was an interesting match up

Considering the fact that Tooru can barely stand sharing you sometimes, they seem to make it work!

You were most likely Ushiwaka’s girlfriend, and Tooru just couldn't stand for that

Well at first he didn't really know that fact

He met you in the stans after an Alders game that he 100% wasn't there to spy on Toshi or to see how much better he got, no way

But luckily, you the beautiful angel of light, sat next to him to cheer for Waka’s team!

So after the game when Tooru was flirting with you and you completely ignored him to go to your boyfriend, Oikawa was more than let down

And you ignored him for the brick wall???? He just didn't understand.

Now he wanted you more than he did when he saw you, even more so that you belonged to the bastard Ushiwaka.

After almost 8 months of befriending you, he finally weaseled into your relationship! And Ushiwaka was so whipped for you he let it happen!

But at that point, he was so whipped for you that he didn't even care that they shared you!

Your guy’s dynamic is a bit twisted and hard to get a good understanding of.

Where Tooru makes it painfully aware to everyone that the two of you are dating, Wakatoshi is like a silent predator

He’s silent but deadly, and you’ve known him for far longer. That means he knows what you really like.

It's simple, he let’s tooru take you on extravagant dates and all that meaningless stuff.

But Ushiwaka is always there waiting at home to cuddle and watch a ton of movies with, he even lets you climb on him and cuddle him like a big teddy bear

Nsfw

This is one of the pairs that I think you're fucked in

It’s a silent competition of who can wreck you worse

Unlike some other Oikawa pairs, I truly believe that Oikawa would top

But Wakatoshi is also a top, a big man who has big needs

This ends up with you most likely with a two cocks one hole situation

If not that, it's the classic split roasts or Eiffel tower!

Oh to have Ushiwaka reaming you with Tooru in your mouth, yeah it's not as peaceful and soft as it sounds

But it’s still worth it

It starts softly! Then they go harder to try and beat the other! Then they really just treat you like a fleshlight.

Thankfully Tooru knows good aftercare techniques

But you still can’t walk for a while

“You can cum for me, show Toshi why you like better, go ahead”

“You stretch so good for me, even after Tooru’s turn, you're always so tight”

“Look at her little clit, did Ushiwaka not pay enough attention to it? That’s ok! Tooru’s gonna make it all better for you!”

Hanamaki Takahiro & Matsukawa Issei

sfw

Let's be real here, you met them at a spencers or a sex shop in a mall.

But it was a cute meetup!

After that, you guys just seemed to keep bumping into each other and became close friends

The initial relationship was started by Makki, he was the more open of the two so it made sense

And it’s been smooth sailing from then on

The amount of inside jokes you guys have is almost ridiculous, everywhere you go in the city you have a joke

You guys spend almost every waking moment with one another

One of their favorite things is to take you shopping, so you can do a little fashion show for them with anything you want to try on!

As in them make you try on revealing outfits for them

Dates normally would include random dinners at restaurants them a movie night/ sleepover

Like you guys would just stay up an fool around for hours on hours

They literally have no problems sharing and are always making sure you're perfectly ok with everything they do.

Nsfw

As expected you guys are very adventurous

Daddy Matsun got you and Makki covered

Well that's when Makki isn't trying to ream you into the couch

They both like toys, like a lot, a lot

Punishment is where the toys really shine, but you can't really call the toy punishment, punishment because you feel really good during it.

And it the most repeated thing you guys do

Mattsun’s the punishment dealer, so he’ll give you the biggest dildo that you guys have, no lube, he’ll tie your arms up and make you try to get down on it

BUT if he’s feeling a bit more punishing, he’ll set up a vibrator and set it to your little clit and turn it ALLLL the way up

But if that isn't enough, he will either let Makki in your ass, or the fuck machine will come out

They really love watching you try to get off, it does two things

1- it gives them new ideas

2- it shows how much you need them, and their cocks in your little aching holes

This lead to them having you wear plugs in public, which moved to wearing a vibrator

Sometimes, they make you wear a mask, but under the mask

(come here)

(closer)

They make you wear a ball gag under your mask

Good babies do what their daddies tell them too <3

“Look ‘Kawa, her hole is so tight she can barely fit both of us, just relax baby. They’ll get in, we’ll make sure of it”

“Makki, spread her legs wider, don't let her his from this”

“Don't make me gag you brat, you’re lucky Makki is in good mood, huh?”

Suna Rintaro & Osamu Miya

The way you got together was like love at first sight

For both of them too

You met Osamu first, you were seated next to him at an Italian cooking class

You guys had joked around and he was so impressed by your cooking that he got your number!

(he won't tell you but he had already sent pictures of you to Suna, and he was doing it allllllllll night)

He immediately invited you to Onigiri Miya, where you met Mr. Rintarou

Who was already practically in-love with you just from pictures.

You were clearly drawn to them, they were so cool!

They made a big scene of asking you out too

They both took you to one of the best restaurants in the city and had a private balcony dinner

After dessert they took both of your hands and asked you, in sync nonetheless, you do wonder how long it took for them to figure out how to do that

Clearly, you said yes, and that was the first of the many great memories you have with the two!

Since they both have pretty busy schedules they can't always come to you, so you go to them!

Even if they assured you that you didn't have to work, that never stops you from taking up shifts and Onigiri Miya on Monday and Fridays, (sometimes on Wednesdays if Osmau relents)

Even when you do work, you make time to make and bring Suna lunch every time he has all day practice

(you make them both lunch every day, but they can get it themselves, they are grown men, and you serve no one)

Traditional dates are less common, you guys mostly just like to hang out with each other

Like 3 am cooking challenges and asking to get ice cream from the shop down the road

You guys also, when you can, just spend hours cuddling in your bed or on the couch just in each other's arms

(can you tell i’m uwu-ing)

Nsfw

For having a busy schedule you guys sure do have time to fuck

A common theme is having Samu fuck you when Suna watches

God, watching you fall apart around his best friends dick will never get old, so so pretty when you're all fucked out and begging for him too

Sometimes hell have you suck him off, but he isn't unstable he can wait his turn~

Osamu works just as hard as he does, he has to let oust some stress and, you're just so good at making them feel better

Remember the cuddling?

Yes, that's a guise to cockwarm you, let them relax you always feel so good and today was s stressful

I can tell you saw this coming but, Suna likes to put whipped cream all over you, it gives him an excuse to eat you out for hours and Osamu and excuse to have you naked and able to eat as much whipped cream as he wants

Do they like double penn.?

Yes, very much so ma’am.

Just know that you are stuffed at any available moment they can manage

*cough* whipped *cough*

“look she’s grinding into like a circus whore huh ‘Samu? go harder”

“look into the camera baby, tell them all the things you’d love for them to do to you”

Iwaizumi & Kyoutani

This was an interesting one for sure

A senpais pretty girlfriend thing too

Iwaizumi knew Mad Dog had a crush on you before he did, and he did everything in his power to deny the accusation

The entire team could see how the second year was calm and behaved when you were around, so taking the high road

Iwaizumi came a with a plan: bring you and Kyotani as close as possible

All with consent firm you and knowing he was ok with anything that would happen

Suddenly inviting him to hang out with the two of you

Then it was letting him have you in his lap while you watch movies

And that progressed into letting him cuddle you after bad days, never without Iwa of course

Everyone on the team could tell the effects that it was having on him, he was calmer and easier to get along with.

He even started listening to Oikawa when he spoke, it was like a miracle.

And k\Kyotani finally got enough courage to tell you!

(you had pretty much known, but wanted him to say it himself)

Thus began what I would call that “Kyotani learns how to love” saga

Dates were first, they both took you to a small field of flowers to have a picnic and when it got dark out you guys set up a sheet and watched a movie!

For the both of them being temperamental, they got along really well

(mostly because Kyotani hangs off nay words you or Iwaizumi say)

You also make the both of them lunch and some afternoon snacks for practice!

(and if anyone who sees you guys, they’ll never mention how odd the two angry boys look next to their sweet little princess)

Nsfw

Sir Iwaizumi holds the torch

He’s the main dominant force, though Kyotani tries oh he does

Yeah, hate to say it but you bottom for them, every time.

A big thing is when he lets Kyo get you alone (while he watches)

Yeah maybe he lets kyo take over every once in a while, he’ll let him have you

Iwaizumi love having you under him, putting you in the mating press while Kyo watches from a chair a vibrator tied to him, just watching until Iwa finishes and leys Kyo try and breed you

You guys have also dedicated hours to getting you stretch enough to take both of them in one hole, but if not that then one hole for each of them will do

As you could imagine, they both love marking you up

You always come out of sex looking beat up

Most of the bruises are on your neck and inner thighs, but the bites on your nipples and the curve of your ass beg to differ

Now the real question is when Kyo is being bad!

Feathery kisses all over him, that's not where he wants your mouth, lower go lower

Don’t leave him!

He always learns his lessons after hours of waiting Iwa breed you

You being bad?

No cumming for a week, they can play with you but unless you want the time to get longer you don’t even think about orgasming.

“Calm down Kentaro, it’s too early to break her, we just got started.”

“Yeah i let Hajime have you but you still belong to me too, don’t forget that”

Kita Shinsuke & Aran Ojiro

This was the perfect girl next door story!

Middle school aran was so thankful to have you calm him down after yet another Miya twins episode

So as the two of you grew up it was natural that you became friends with his friends!

Namely his bestfriends- Kita!

Who was practically at your feet the second you met

From first to third year, they both grew to REALLY like you

They were both ready to spend the rest of their lives with you and were prepared to share if you wanted that.

The day you guys all got together was when they lost to Karasuno at nationals

You guys went back you the hotel room and just sat, cooing how well they did and how great they were no matter the outcome

It wasn't out of the normal for them to be all over you, both of them got a hand, but Aran was nestled into your lap and Kita was snuggled into your chest

Nothing was planned either, at that moment they knew that it was their chance!

The look on their faces when you said that you felt the same!

From then on you were treated even more like a queen

Every Monday before school one of them gets you a bouquet of flowers for the week and the other comes up with a date idea!

You're involved in the dates cycle and that now have a pile of stuffed animals that you got them from things like festivals or the mall

Since your relationship started with a cuddle, it's a favorite between you guys

A movie and some take out. Making fun of the Miya twins, and when Kita won’t admit it, you guys watch a rom-com, where you and Aran laugh at Kita's confused face when he doesn't understand the joke

Even with all of that, the real favorite between you guys is staying after practice and just having fun while cleaning up.

They just wuvvv uuuuuuuuu <3

Nsfw

Even if Kita is the commanding voice, Aran id the driving force

Kita likes when you two put on a show for him

Not that it's hard, even if Aran wasn't half as good as he was, your faces could satisfy him until his dying days.

Speaking of shows, Kita is a dictator, which means punishments

One of his favorites is having you finger fuck yourself in front of him and Aran until you can't move

Another is tying you up at having you watch the both of them jerk off to seeing you try and get off by grinding on the sheets (which does not work)

Aran, whether he admits it or not, he took a page out of Suna’s book

His entire hidden photo album is of you either being fucked by him or sucking Kita off

He also has an entire recorded version do you guys fucking that he and Kita watch when you aren't home

When Kita does have you to himself he takes on the Dom/Sub kinda thing

Aka borderline pet play

You sit and listen to him and what he says like a good pet, and you get a reward!

He dresses you up in little white dresses and he has you kneel in front of him and cockwarm him while he works

When Aran has you alone he takes the chance toooooo

….

…

Breed you!

Like a good little girl!

You take his cum so so well, don't you!

Yes yes, you do!

“Don’t let her walk all over you Aran, breed her like a good cow” (i had to, I really did)

“You look so pretty stretched around my cock, you're a good breeding whore, right? Yes, you are!”

Oikawa Tooru & Tobio Kageyama

This was a classic “in love with my senpais pretty girlfriend” kinda thing

Kags didn't mean to

He had known you from middle school and had a huge crush on you, but he knew that was as far as it would go

But when you came up to him after the game with seijoh and told him that he would have better luck next time

It was the hug that got him and in true Kageyama fashion he just couldn't help the words that fell from his mouth

“Thank you, you're still really pretty, and I've always loved you!”

Silence………………………………….

He couldn't even apologize because Oikawa was already on you yelling at him about never letting you near Kageyama again.

Yeah you had calmed both of them down, telling Tooru that he was overreacting and Kageyama was harmless to your relationship

After a few days of silence, you had invited Kageyama to have a “talk” with you and Oikawa

It was really just talking about feelings and ultimately Oikawa admitting that he was willing to give it a try, but you were his first and foremost and that won’t change

But you were quick to realize that they were actually really good together

The rivalry between the two always kept you on your toes and fueled both of their superiority complexes

Dates were always happening all the time, anther constant competition for you to like one of them better than the other

It's mostly movies and take out but its a date nonetheless

One thing they love to do is try to teach you how to play, all the time they try to get you to hit their sets

Even if you're awful at it, they appreciate you trying to learn more about their greatest passion.

You also try to go to as many of their practices as you can manage, they really love having you there to cheer them on!

Nsfw

Ok so at first Kageyama had absolutely no idea what to do, so some exploring was mandatory

Finding out he was a switch was a happy surprise!

That leads to things going two ways!

You could have Tooru taking his throne in the bedroom and he commands his two peasants to do exactly what he wants them too

This can include just regular soft sex with your little tobio gazing and longing for him, while tooru watches

Tooru will have the two of you grinding, Tobio with a cock ring and you a strict order to no cum until told.

Or maybe he’ll have the two of you ride dildos, tied up and making a pretty show for him

Or you could have Tobio dictating both of you

This is mostly having you ride him while Toru watches, but he can't touch

It also might be Tooru eating you out and kags in your mouth, fucking your face. <3

Whenever either of the boys wins something you take all the time in the world and worship him as he deserves!

“Aw! Tobio I know you can go faster than that! Oh ho ho, ~ y/n I know you aren't about to cum! I didn't give you the go-ahead! Hold on, baby!”

“Tooru you look so weak. You haven't even touched her and you're ready to cum.”

“You look so pretty under me, Tobio~ let me and Tooru take care of you!”

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more of this thing! turns out writing sixty is a blast, which I shouldn't be surprised by tbh. I am very much feeling my way through these scenes, I have no real goals and no real ideas of where things are going. also mixed metaphorical imagery ahoy because I am too tired to make it cohesive tonight. onward!

Nines is—fine. He is.

At first.

But the infected are all fine at first. The problems only crop up in the days following, once the infection's had time to dig into an android's code and chew it apart like blight, like rot in a system of roots. In a strange way, androids are as analogous to botanical organisms as they are to humans, both in language and in function. This has only become more true the longer the infection—human and android—has existed.

Sixty doesn't like the growing parallels between organic and machine death. He can't solve organic entropy, but maybe, with enough focus and enough information and enough time, he can solve digital entropy. The malware kind, anyway.

rA9 take them all them if he can't.

"I know it's counterintuitive," he tells Nines, currently interfacing with one of a dozen closed systems he has rigged up in the former archive room, "but don't fight the infection. Not right now, not until I say. I need unaltered data."

Nines nods, LED spinning yellow-red-yellow-red-yellow. More stable in that regard than Sixty was expecting, but then again, Nines isn't a garden-variety deviant. If anyone can keep his cool under crushing stress, it'll be him.

Connor, on the other hand.

Sixty clasps Nines's shoulder briefly on his way out. He could be reviewing the compiling data right now, but the analysis will take at least ten minutes, and there's little point trying to parse half-finished data. Better he put his extremely limited and thus valuable time into tasks he can accomplish without having to pause halfway through. Allocation of time has become one of his most critical skills. So he seals the glass door behind him, ensures the seals have locked, then palms open the door leading to the storage room tucked beneath the stairs. It used to hold hard-copy files; now it's stuffed with untainted thirium and shelf-stable food and, in the far corner, half hidden behind a stack of cardboard boxes, one RK800 Connor model having a very quiet breakdown.

Sixty isn't a warm personality. He was activated to treachery and death, and he wears the scars of his own on his faceplate like they're a shield and a sword. Even if he was good for it, he can't offer warmth and comfort the way androids are built to best receive them. In the bare picoseconds between critical processes, he rages against his own limitations, endless, endless, endless.

His HUD flashes: RK800 313 248 317 - 52 "Connor" system stress 96%

It's the highest he's seen yet.

"If you're going to start self-destructing, at least let me grab a pillow first to shove between your head and the wall."

Connor huffs, a broken sound, scratchy with static, and doesn't lift his forehead off his arms, crossed over his drawn-up knees. "Sure, Six."

Sixty leans against the pile of boxes, close but not crowding. If he's also shielding Connor from the sight of anyone who might happen to wander in, well. It's not like they'll talk about it. "Reed's wrong, you know."

That Connor doesn't immediately agree says all Sixty needs to hear. "He isn't, entirely."

"He is, entirely. I'm learning more about this virus every hour. It's just he can't see the progress because time vacillates too much the way human brains perceive it."

Some of the static bleeds out of Connor's voice, making way for what might almost be called amusement. "I'm pretty sure that's the nicest thing you've ever said about Gavin."

"And if you tell him that, I'll have to kill you." Sixty gifts Connor a sharp smile when he looks up, but he is looking up, and his stress levels have dropped a percent and a half, and Sixty tries really very hard not to think about just how much thirium Connor's burning through the longer his systems run on the ragged edge of stable. He nudges Connor's knee with his. "C'mon, Nines could use a friendly face about now."

"That rules you out." Connor nudges him back and takes a deep breath. It's unnecessary, but Sixty doesn't comment because he understands. The gestures humans use to ground themselves aren't so different from those that work on androids. Sixty wonders if plants also sigh with stress and frustration and relief. He's heard his little orange-flowering Schlumbergera truncata whispering ("Just call it a Christmas cactus like us normal folk, Six," Hank told him dryly), so who's to say it can't sigh. He just needs to figure out how to ask it, if only he could find the time. It always comes down to lack of time.

"My face is a delight," Sixty says, flat, and offers Connor a hand up. I wish I could help you more but this is the best I can do.

Connor's capable of standing on his own, but he still accepts the assistance. Once upright, he drags his thumb over the ridges of Sixty's knuckles before letting go, and Sixty images he hears a whispered Thank you. It'll have to be enough.

"Your face is a disaster, but we put up with you anyway." Connor grabs a tin of lentils from one of the shelves and uses it to nudge Sixty toward the door. "Come on, zombie bait, we can't leave the baby alone for too long. Who knows what he'll do."

Sixty laughs, but it warps around the edges. Give it a few days and control will be the last thing Nines has. Connor knows this, but he's trying, always trying so hard, to put on a brave face, to neither sugarcoat nor catastrophize, to maintain the balance of situations that are constantly doing their damnedest to throw him and everyone he cares about overboard.

Not for the first time, Sixty's glad he died Connor and was resurrected someone else. He'd rather deal with the pressure of potentially being the only one capable of drumming up a cure for all androidkind than whatever it is that Connor has going on. Stress kills humans, and it turns out it kills androids too.

And Sixty? Is tired of burying people he cares about. Which means Nines'll be fine.

He has to be. Because Sixty can't think about what'll happen to Connor if he isn't.

Next up is Connor!

Poor guy is STRESSED. He has no idea what to do, so he's doing everything. Documenting, scouting, helping out wherever he can...constantly. Connor can most often be found trailling behind Hank, taking note of everything he says and carrying out tasks too difficult for the lieutenant. He is super protective of everyone, and therefore tries to keep everyone in relatively good spirits. When going out to scout the city, Connor wears multiple layers to protect from being interfaced with. Those infected androids can have some sharp parts. Hank can't remember the last time his LED was anything but red..

#detroit become human #connor #rk800 60 #infection au #fanfic #red writes fic (sometimes)

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