#that'll be that tag for my Wanderer posting I think

[boilingrain]

I was originally going to give him a normal name but I was unable to resist the urge to bully him

[mamamouches]

Welcome Back! ft. Wanderer

There's something about how every time I come back to Genshin after doing something else, SOMEHOW he happens to be doing his blep idle the moment I see him I 😭

It's like he's waiting for me to come back just so he could do the idle as some sort of welcome back! greeting HJASHAJS 🫶🫶

[the-family-business-83]

Species Decipit

Part 1 | Masterlist WIP

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: The Winchester brothers were once good friends with Sarah. She was a good hunter, and made pretty good company too. But after running into the Men of Letters, things changed drastically for the trio.

Type: Series

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, OFC Sarah Rogers (probably more that'll be introduced later on)

Genre: Angst, action, slight fluff, possible smut but not yet

Warnings: If you haven't seen the whole show, this series contains spoilers for seasons 11-12.

There will be mentions of blood and violence, and alcohol use. There will also be a fair amount of cussing, but not more than what's in the show. If those aren't your thing though, read at your own risk. Some parts of this series may contain more of these subjects than others. Also, fair warning, this gets very angsty, like a lot of angst, so be prepared.

Word count: 3,493

Send me an ask to let me know if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist!

Beta: I don't know their Tumblr tag but @Outofnowhere82 on Discord, a member of the @spnfanficpond, helped me with this one

A/N: I posted this on Wattpad first, it was posted with the title "Everybody Wants to be My Enemy" (Link here) but I decided to change it a little and post it here too. I think I like this one better so I hope you guys enjoy this angst-coaster ride 🥰

The moment she pulled the key from her pocket and slotted it into the keyhole of the heavy iron door, Sarah had to take a moment just to breathe in. The walk up after sliding out of her car was one that felt like she'd been on auto-pilot, as her mind was already wandering through the surreality of being back here again. How many times had she come in, and yet this time would be among one of the only–if not the only–that she did so without the two lumbering flannel-clad brothers Winchester flanking her sides; the only time she'd come here without knowing that they'd probably be waiting beyond that door, for her to come in or to open it for her.

But as she closed her eyes for a brief second, she shook the thoughts away and turned the key over to unlock the mechanism, and pulled it out only when she heard the familiar click to grant her access. Descending down the small winding staircase, she made it to the second and final door to go inside, which she pushed open after another quick unlock with the key, and stepped inside as she tucked said key into one of her pockets a moment later. Her gaze shifted throughout the room, her cerulean hues not being able to see much in the pitch dark. Sarah pulled a flashlight out of the duffle bag on her shoulder, and clicked it on as she carefully made her way down the stairs to find the power box. She tried to ignore the sinking feeling she had at the fact that the place was not only dark but also so quiet she probably could have heard a faucet leaking in the shower room halfway across the bunker. It was stupid wishful thinking but some part of her had hoped that maybe, just maybe they were home… but they weren't, and she told herself to grow up because it was stupid to have hoped for in the first place.

Once she found the power box, the blonde flicked her eyes over the different switches for a moment, before pushing the correct ones up to turn everything on. In the blink of an eye, everything in the war room lit up, followed by the library, and in the hallways that lead out of the war room. For a moment, it was almost soothing, because she was reminded of the first time she'd come here seeing the place all lit up in all its true glory. She still remembered Sam explaining what the place was, where things were, and the house rules. Which of course, Dean had chimed in for that last part, no surprise there. But the memory, fleeting as it came, made the tall huntress smile faintly in reminiscence. It was such a simpler time, compared to now.

When her mind came back to reality a second later, Sarah cleared her throat and clicked off her flashlight, putting it away as she took a right and started heading down the hallway towards where the rooms were. She was headed for her own room, so she could set her things down at least, but curiosity got the better of her when she passed by familiar number 11; Dean's room. She's already gone past it but something made her stop, and backtrack to the door where she turned and clenched her jaw as if it would hold back the wave of guilt that threatened to come forward. She shouldn't have come back here, it was hard enough to be finding her footing right now without those men, and the place may have been home once but now it just reminded her of the things she'd done. Yet somehow she couldn't stop herself as she pushed the door open further from where it was slightly open just a crack.

Fumbling her hand along the wall on the inside of the room, she flipped the light switch on. She didn't know what she was really expecting, but she wasn't sure she was prepared to see it still in the same shape as it had been the last time she'd seen it. Wall decorated with all Dean's weapons as per usual, a crate filled with vinyl records right next to his record player just as he liked it, his desk still a mess that had a system of Dean's own devising…. And most of all the bed of all things was still half-assed in the process of making it. It made her shake her head slightly but whether it was out of familiar amusement or sadness would be up for debate. She made her way over to the record player then, and set her bag on the chair before selecting a Rolling Stones album. The needle was set on its surface a moment later as the blonde set it up, and she turned up the volume a bit while the classic crackling switched to the first notes of "You Can't Always Get What You Want". Admittedly, as she heard it start she almost switched it to a different track, or just a new vinyl entirely, but instead she snorted a sort of scoff at the cruel irony and picked up her bag again as she left the room with the door open so she could hear it continuing to play.

Sarah deposited her bag into her room next, because it happened to be on the way in-between Dean's and Sam's room, always had been. And she didn't even bother with unpacking yet, just leaving her bag on her bed as she ran some cold water to splash on her face with the sink that was in there. It took her a moment to just, settle, because readjusting to what she used to call home was a big step for her, truth be told. But as she hummed along to the song drifting from Dean's bedroom, the tall huntress did actually take it upon herself to trek down the hall further to Sam's room, hands in her pockets as she walked. And what she found was an empty room, bare of decorations, in contrast to his brother's. But the other difference was that it was still neat as ever; neatly made bed, tidy coat rack, not a thing out of place. Unless you counted the few books that were sprawled across that very same neatly made bed, with a small stack living on the desk beside his laptop from whenever the last time he'd used them was. It was a sad sight, as familiar as it was. She was so used to finding the man busying between one book to another in here, whenever he wasn't stationed in the library to do the exact same thing. She didn't spend as much time in that room however; she ended up turning away with a deep breath in and shut the door behind herself, clicking the light off on her way.

Like riding a bike, she found the kitchen with no problem, and bumped the light on with her elbow as she was mid-way through pulling her shoulder-length hair into a messy bun. Once that was done, she went straight for the fridge to find herself a beer….if there even was any still. She didn't trust any of the food in there honestly, not with how long it had been. So she didn't think much of any of it or how it looked as she shut the door a moment later and instead searched out the bottle of Jack she'd always kept in one of the cabinets for safekeeping. Glad it was still in its same hiding spot, Sarah took to finding herself a glass a moment later, poured some liquor into it and took a long sip. But she damn near dropped it when she heard a very deep, very familiar voice as she froze, thankful that the bottle was already on the counter. She hadn't even heard him come in but that voice sure alerted her to his presence, followed by the feeling of metal against her henley covered spine.

"Don't move a muscle, bitch." His voice was hard, gravely with how low his tone was despite being just loud enough to catch her attention. His signature etched silver Colt M1911 with ivory grips was up and aimed square at her as he pressed it against the middle of her back, and if looks alone could kill, Dean's stoney features probably would have. Sarah wasn't normally on the receiving end of such looks, but she'd seen them before, and she didn't need to look at him to feel it on her now, just knowing he was glaring holes into the back of her skull. The weary woman didn't say anything at first, too stunned to really know what to say and not daring to move with how Dean looked. So there was a moment of utter silence between the two, one that was thick enough to be cut with a knife.

"I'm gonna start asking questions and so help me I better get nothing but straight answers from you." He didn't have to tell her why for her to know what would happen if she didn't. Swallowing hard, she simply nodded, and let him go on. "Why the hell are you here? Did your new, fancy boss send you?"

She didn't know how to describe it, but there was a part of her that grimaced when he said it like that, and yet another part of her couldn't help being pissed underneath whatever showed on the surface. "No. As far as they know I'm dead now. I plan to keep it that way."

"Right. So you just decided to come in for a visit, is that it?" He didn't sound any happier than before, in fact if it was possible he almost sounded a little more pissed. The truth was the last he'd seen her, they were on opposing sides and Dean still couldn't get past it. As far as he knew she was still the Brits' lackey, and in his eyes she was lucky he didn't shoot her on sight. "I'm only gonna ask one more time. Why. Are. You. Here?"

Breathing in deeply she turned just a little more to face him better, and in the same motion pulled the gun swiftly from his hands as she clicked out the cartridge before tossing it onto the counter. She didn't get a word in, at least not much beyond an 'I was-', before she had to duck as a heavy right hook was coming her way. She was quick to move with his hits, keeping up decently as they scuffled there in the kitchen but he played dirty by chucking a towel in her face to disorient her and proceeded to sweep her legs from under her. Going down with a grunt as she hit the hard tile floor; before she knew it she was wrapped up by the man as he knelt beside her, his arms expertly around her neck in a headlock as she tried to squirm and free herself.

Unaware for the moment, Sam came into the bunker right about then, dumping his things on the war room table for now because he'd noticed with the lack of a response from his brother with the conversation he'd tried to start, that Dean wasn't in sight, and frowned as he looked around. "Hey, dude- where'd you go? Dean??" He waited another moment or so before he started down one of the halls and calling out louder for him to hopefully hear. "Dean! Hey, where are you man?"

Still there had been no response. Giving a tired sigh, the taller Winchester ran a hand through his hair, about to give up. But that was when he caught, albeit faintly, scuffling from the kitchen, before a few metallic clangs of things clashing, and that put the male into alert mode as he then pulled his pistol out and began jogging for the kitchen as he followed the direction of the sounds. "Dean?! Dean!!"

By the time Sam got there, Sarah was fighting just to stay conscious, because there was nothing within her immediate reach that she could really use, and even if she wasn't short, Dean was still bigger than her and so it was hard to fight him off. "De- Dean- lis'n- pl'se- I'm not he- to hur- I jus-" the huntress tried to choke out against the strong forearm squeezed against her windpipe. She hadn't even noticed Sam arriving, as she was too focused on keeping her vision focused and trying to get oxygen–both of which she was definitely failing at with how the bigger man holding her made it impossible to get enough air in no matter how hard she kicked and fought.

"Dean, what is-" and this time, Sam was the one to cut himself off, because he recognized the blonde right away even in that situation. And he almost, almost shot her right there because of how he'd come into this. But the pacifist buried in him urged him not to, at least for now, so instead he readjusted his aim to be towards her thigh, grazing just enough to not be too fatal but also enough to catch attention and keep her from running very far. "Dean! Hey, let her go!"

At first all Dean gave his brother was a hard look, because the idea was insane. She'd tried to kill them before, or at least fed them to the lions in a way, and he really fucking hoped his brother wasn't trying to forgive her for all of that. But Sam's voice came again, urging him. "Dean, c'mon. She can't get away like that, you can let her go."

Finally, with a split second of debating, Dean let her go with a grumble, and stood up as he went to grab his gun and reload it before aiming it on Sarah once more.

Had she the lung capacity, Sarah would have screamed when her leg was shot like that. But she didn't, and so no sound left her unless you count the squeak that briefly croaked out at it, with her eyes scrunching shut to grit through the pain. Even still, she fought to keep herself conscious, and when she was finally released? She fell to her side, one arm weakly propping herself up while the other massaged her throat as she coughed, trying to regain air to lessen the stars in her blotted vision. After a moment, she finally leaned herself up against the island as she just worked on catching her breath, a hand squeezed against her thigh where the bullet had hit her to help stem the bleeding. It was already staining her jeans a dark red, leaving traces on the tiles where it dripped slightly. It wasn't much but it was enough that with the momentary deprivation of oxygen in tandem with the bloodloss—and her own….less than ideal health state—she was already feeling a bit dizzy and fighting to stay awake. She closed her eyes just for a moment against the pain, as if somehow she could will it all away and maybe when she opened them again, this would all have been her imagination so they could start over.

"Now what happened here?" Sam was the first to break the very brief lull of silence, excluding Sarah's coughing, and he glanced to his brother for a moment, arching a brow.

Sarah paused for a moment to settle herself, breathing in first before answering. "I just wanted to come home. There's no reason, there's no scheme, nothing… I'm just trying to get a handle on myself again, that's all. I didn't think you were here, the lights were off and no one seemed to be around." She obliged him with her answer, albeit weakly, despite how she tried not to sound or look it. But Sarah never had been the best at hiding her emotions on her face, or at least not with people who knew her well. In fact, probably the only time she was perfect at it was when the Brits had her under their thumb. But she doubted Sam would believe a word she said, let alone Dean. The look of distrust never once left the older Winchester's features, and once she'd answered, there was even a small squint. She knew all too well that meant he was debating whether to even give her a sliver of trust to believe her story. "Look, Dean, I-"

"Save it. I don't want the pity story you're cooking up there. I want you out of my kitchen and out the damn door. Because so help me, if I see your face in here again-" his voice, which had raised a little to cut the blonde off, was interrupted by his brother as he shot a look at Dean. Never once did Dean's attention leave her though. "Dean, slow down a sec. How'd she even get in?- how'd you get in?" The taller male's gaze shifted to Sarah with the second question, brows furrowed as he tried to work out the equation in his mind.

In any normal circumstance the woman would have been not just relieved but also glad to see the other brother, but any glimpse of those feelings was squashed by the fact that his reaction damn near mirrored Dean's. "I…I still had a key. Look, like I said neither of you were even home when I got here, I thought-" But she cut herself off there, licking her lips and clearing her throat as she quickly changed her words from 'I thought you were really gone' to: "I thought the place was empty, I just needed a place to…find my own head."

"Plenty of motels, coulda bunked down anywhere. Why here?" Dean's response came without skipping a beat. And Sarah had to try not to wince at the coldness in his voice.

That stung. More than she wanted to admit. She knew she'd done….horrible things, she knew that and so in a way she didn't blame him. But that didn't make it hurt any less to hear that from him. "Because this is home. This is square number one for me, I thought it would help-"

This time it was Sam who cut in, mulling over her words. "Help what, exactly? And why should we believe a word from you?"

"You don't wanna believe me, fine. I don't give a rat's ass. But if you're gonna shoot me, shoot me. If you really wanna hear jackshit from me? Stop reaming my ass out and take it or leave it." She sounded frustrated that time, wearily so, and likely because of the pain in her leg for the most part. Fumbling for the towel that had been dropped on the floor, she tugged it over and used it to tie around her thigh because her hand was not only getting tired but also not doing the best job of applying pressure, the blood already beginning to ooze out between her fingers. She grimaced through the sting of pain it shot through her leg, before resting her head back against the island once she'd finished the task and letting her eyes slide closed.

Dean shared a glance with his brother, jaw muscles clenched and gaze asking the silent question of 'your call, what's it gonna be?' because if it was up to him, he was ready to unload a clip in her. Sam was the one giving her any kind of leg to stand on here, so whatever sliver of the emerald eyed man that was giving her even a fraction of a chance, that was the part that was letting Sam make the call.

The taller male took that silent message, and glanced towards Sarah once more, a brief squint flashing through his eyes as he considered the options. "Alright, start talking then. From the beginning, no crap, tell us what happened since you left to work with the Brits."

This was going to be….a long ass night. She knew it would be. Though she supposed it would have been anyway, regardless of whether it went this way or not; the only difference in this version was that they were really still alive, and Sarah wasn't sure if that was more of a relief than it was pain. It was complicated. Whatever the case though, the tired huntress sighed, albeit shallowly due to her current state, but as pained as she was to do so she nodded with eyes closed as if to hide away from the two towering men while she tried to recall. Soon though her mind seemed to fail her, fading into simple darkness as the sounds around her dimmed out. Seconds turned into minutes, without her even realizing, as she stayed like that, unconscious to anything happening around her.

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[wereh0gz]

Sending this ask mainly just to encourage you to share if you perhaps happen upon more thoughts of this new au of yours 👀 [imagine grabby hands] ? (Not forced ofc)

Ehehehehe :)

Ok so. Like I said in the tags of my prev post, the main sort of plot for this au starts with sonic losing to dark gaia, which basically causes the apocalypse and kills most people on the planet, including (presumably) sonic's friends

Sonic is saved by chip using the last bit of his energy- not to seal dark gaia and himself away like he was supposed to- but to protect him temporarily from the ensuing destruction and teleport him somewhere safe. Because of that, he's still around but in a weakened and comatose-like state

When sonic comes to again, he awakens to find everything destroyed, chip unconscious near him, and the sky blotted out by thick purple clouds of dark gaia energy. A pit forms in his stomach when he realizes this is *all his fault*

He failed the world. He was supposed to protect it, everyone left their hopes and dreams in his hands and he crushed them

Now everyone he knew and loved is *dead* and it's all his fault and there's absolutely nothing he can do to fix it

But he tries anyway

Fast forwards a couple years, sonic's still alive (though not even he knows how). He's been wandering the world in a daze, not knowing where he's going or why, just knowing that he needs to keep moving, needs to find *something*

As far as he knows, he and chip are the only people left in the world, and chip is still in the god equivalent of a coma, so he's effectively alone... Until he runs into a certain ultimate lifeform that is

Meeting shadow leads to him finding out that at least some of his friends, as well as a few other people, managed to survive, which reignites his hope that maybe, just maybe, he can make up for his mistakes somehow and help the world heal

That's the synopsis of what I've got so far so here's a few other things

Exposure to all the dark gaia energy that engulfed the world slowly turned him back into the werehog, with it being permanent this time. There's no longer a distinction between day and night since the world's been plunged into darkness, but even if there was, he'd still be stuck in that form. Shadow is also changed in a similar way, though to a slightly lesser extent. He mostly just looks more alien

Besides sonic, chip, and shadow, the only known survivors among sonic's friends are tails, amy, knuckles, and omega. Tails and amy fled to angel island during the fallout as it's mostly unaffected by everything going on below. They periodically go back down to the surface to search for survivors with the help of shadow and omega, and then bring them up to the island. They've basically formed a makeshift town around the area of the master emerald shrine (much to knux's dismay)

Sonic is, understandably, completely changed from canon. He's quiet, tired, and striken with a grief and guilt so intense it's suffocating (also, he's allowed to cry. And he does it a lot. He needs to.) But he lives on, because even the smallest part of him still thinks he can make things right, even if it doesn't seem like he *can* do anything at the moment

Eventually chip will wake up but I'm still thinking of how that'll happen. Maybe visiting the now ruined gaia temples will do it

And yeah that's it so far 👍 I've got a design for sonic bouncing around in my head but I wanna work on art fight stuff so that probably won't be out for a while lol

[thegvlaxyrvanger]

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♡ NATHANIEL — The Pretty Head Nurse. PART 1.

TW/s : Implied Murder.

Pairing : Nathaniel x Yandere ! Patient (GN) Reader.

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Yikes, you just got involved in a pretty serious car accident along with 2 of your friends last night, you three were pretty much drinking your entire night away, it was already very late when you three decided to go home, you were basically just having a fun chit-chat while your other friend was eventually increasing the speed of the car, which eventually led to this event.

You and your friends have managed to survive the accident despite your serious injuries, though it has led to the three of you getting into a coma.

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You had just awoken from your deep slumber, vision blurry, head hurting slightly and visibly confused, you then rubbed your eyes and slowly opened them, you saw yourself laying down in a hospital bed and wearing a hospital gown, you couldn't recall what happened the last time you were conscious, but all that you remember was that your friends invited you to the bar to go get a drink, and so then, you agreed and went with them.

You then slowly sat up from the bed, looking at the window right beside you, you then heard some footsteps that were seemingly getting closer and closer, feeling a little nervous, you then turned around to see a male nurse who has come to check up on you, but you couldn't really help but just, stare at him, really. He's such a pretty man, no?

“..-Ah— Hello..? A-are you even listening..—?” he then tried to get your attention, waving his hand in front of your astonished face as you snap back into reality and realized that you've been staring at him for a while now, but gosh- his voice is so soft, such music to your ears ringing like a beautiful melody.

“I- oh- sorry for, staring at you..” you then apologized as you let out a nervous chuckle, in which he reassured you that it's completely alright and that he has already gotten used to getting this type of reaction from patients, he then continued by asking you if you were alright, how were you, how long you have to stay in the hospital, you know, the usual things a nurse would ask, all that you could answer was a nod, along with a stare, you couldn't help it really, he was just too pretty to even exist, he's like an angel, an angel who descended from the skies of heaven who came to save you.

Your thoughts then continued to wander off to a much darker road, you find yourself getting obsessed with him within every second, every minute, everyday, every single time you think about and see him. He's such a beautiful thing to see.

As 2 days have passed, you continued to stare at the brunette whenever you see him occasionally, seeing him looking after the other patients and talking to his co-workers seems to, piss you off for some odd reason, you've never felt like this before though, but it doesn't, really matter to you somehow.

But aside from that, you haven't even gotten to know him, every single thing about him, you haven't even found out. You haven't even gotten his name! What a pity.. though it is weird that you seem desperate wanting to know someone, it doesn't really matter, right?

Your thoughts then continued to wander off into a much darker road though, but you didn't mind at all, it's strange really, you've never felt like this before, but there's no turning back now, he needs to be yours and you will be his, that's that, and there's no one that'll stop you now, after all, he's supposed to be your soulmate, you'd be nothing if he wasn't always right by your side and-

Ah, who is he talking to? Why is he talking to his co-worker?

......

...

Looks like you have to go through, drastic measures for him to be yours.

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Notes : I FINALLY FINISHED....... *starts sobbing*

OH AND @dead-dove-yandere I have officially decided to tag you in this post , it's not the yandere nathan that I told you because I changed my mind halfway through lololol, but anyways, I gotta go and eat breakfast because I still have an exam to finish.

(LMAO I also just realized that the reader's friends just disappeared in the background)

This feels a little wonky so sorry about that, I'm still pretty new to writing hence why.

[wangji-xiong-enjoyer]

~MDZS~

Mo Dao Zu Shi

Grandmaster Of Demonic Cultivation

Audio Drama🌬️

Reading/watching/listening thread 🧵

(I copied it off my twt post, sue me)

I was originally just going to keep it on twt but then I started actually going thro my notes and wow. That...was a lot. And twt is a pain when you talk too much. (And I can edit so much better here??? The alignment is still my enemy though)

So yeah.

But anyways this is extremely random and mainly for the purpose of recording my immediate feelings to refer back to incase I ever want to write fanfics or something of that nature. Thought I had to re-read instead but this beats it.

It is also after everyone has already done listening and raving about it but here I am, late to the party.

Mostly because audio media (other than songs) were never my thing because unless I pay actual attention to it deliberately, I WILL tune it out lmao. Never thought I'd do it.

It's so funny that it took me more than a year (maybe two?) To finally get down to the audio drama lmao

I saw some snippets of faraway wanderers, erha and thousand autumns on yt. So i think I really may grow to love audio dramas in general too (ALSO I DIDN'T KNOW 2HA HAD AD?!)

But anyways onwards, enough rambling.

The voice actors are amazing, I love all of them but LAN XICHEN'S LAUGHTER IS SO PLEASANT?

Jiang Cheng's common name sounds so pleasant that it's a pity they don't use it often enough.

Before I start,

This is not spoiler free obviously, incase someone does stumble on this (I highly doubt that but still.)

Any screenshots shared are from the amazing suibian subs!

Now I am going to go and organise my random mess of notes before posting them season and episode wise.

😌✌️

Anddd that's all copied from twt.

I swear, my notes are actually more organised and nicely framed than this.

I was also thinking of doing a novel comparison side by side by that'll be too much so maybe I'll do that later.

P.S ignore the tags, they don't have any wisdom, just my attempt to throw as many hooks I can to keep my posts organised ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

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[roadkiii]

Entry 1.1-1 - Zombie-Proofing

Welcome to my blog. I’m not tagging anything but entry #, so sorry if my unrelated mess somehow ends up in your search.

-Note: The portion of time I spent during this update only takes enough content for one post. For consistency I will still refer to it as "pt 1" so that tags are consistent

Welcome to version 1.1! There were no bug fix updates for this version, but in the future I will default to the latest version (ex: version 1.2 up next will begin in 1.2.5)

This update didn't add anything that will really affect my world, mostly just changes to creative mode and superflat. There were some terrain/biome changes, but again, I'm not trying to wander very far, especially with Caves&Cliffs such a long way off.

Since there are no new achievements, my only goals are to obtain all wool colors and to complete a wall around my village in preparation for zombie sieges being added in the next update. I may also try to build a creeper trap to try to get all of the records, but I'm not sure yet.

I also took advantage of the nether portal/crafting table duplication exploit a bit before the update, and I know that glitch returns in 1.8 so ;) Remember kids, it isn't cheating if it's baked into the game.

...right. they didn't add the ability to place slabs just on the top until [checks notes] oh 1.2.1 cool. I have to look at my weird window/arrow holes for just one version. That's not terrible.

I thought I had all of the colors but I think I'm missing magenta, that'll be a quick fix. Also, can we talk about how pastel the light blue and light pink sheep are compared to the wool? Wow.

I've got the basic body of the wall down and I've been putting torches in the ground (covered with leaves for camo) to try to prevent anything spawning inside. It'll be a long time until they update the lighting requirements for hostile mob spawns to be super dark, so this might take some fidgeting to perfect.

Right now I've got gates in the 4 directional openings (until 1.5 when I can set up some redstone with daylight sensors anyway) and all of the wall is at least 3 blocks high, so I could call this part done... but I do want to at least have all of the gates outlined.

I'm also only at about halfway through my picture requirement on this post, so I guess I will go ahead and try to get all of the discs. 1.1 is about to be a single post long lol

lfg all wool done B)

On second thought, fuck the music discs. Creeper traps did Not work, the skeletons got too close and they exploded ._.

Okay, I've gotten all of my walls to at least go over their respective opening/gate and I've started spider-proofing the outside, that's honestly good enough for me.

YES! Turns out, there was a bug fix in 1.1 to make Sniper Duel function properly, so I can now officially say we're done with both 1.0 and 1.1

Up next, dog breeding, cats, and iron golems. I anticipate this one taking a lot longer than 1.1 since my goals are to collect all of the cat types and set up an iron golem farm

next (1.2.5-1)

[maddiviner]

I was a Thelemite (follower of Crowley's spiritual philosophy) from roughly late 2011 until (gradually) several years later. I wrote a few posts in my #thelema tag here about my bizarre experiences in the Thelemic community online (read: Crowley fandom).

I spent way too much time online in my early twenties. Did a lot of mental gymnastics to justify it to myself, too, both spiritually and in other ways.

And I always went to the worst possible sites, too. Bet nobody can guess which site got me introduced to Crowley. Three guesses, first two don't count, LMAO.

The #thelema tag's also got some older (quite a few, mostly reblogged, IIRC) pro-Thelema posts, still, that I ought to sweep up. This site's getting unwieldy.

Also, there's this tag focused on my experiences with Crowley's Kundry (tempting siren) concept.

I was accused of being one during my time in Crowley's A∴A∴, apparently. It caused some... issues, as you might expect. You'd be surprised how much misogyny a concept like that can contain.

Please realize that when I'm saying a lot of this, I mostly mean the online Crowley fandom, which is absolutely a thing.

The Thelemites I knew offline back in the day weren't like that at all. They were always kind and welcoming, even when I probably didn't deserve it.

It's not as if I was some kinda wide-eyed lamb wandering amidst a bunch of vicious Thelemic wolves. I'd lost a lot of perspective by 2013, and looking back, I was a huge jerk, too. Birds of a feather.

Around 2018, I tried to apologize (when safe) to those I probably hurt back then. Who knows how that goes. You never can really say the effects you've had.

A lot (like almost all?) of my really old articles on this blog still spell magic with a K. That's not exactly because I was in Thelema (though that was a factor).

In the 1990s and early 2000s when I started out, we just all spelled it that way and parroted that stupid line about it "distinguishing it from illusion." After a while, the internet got involved. People started using the K to distinguish it from video game and D&D stuff when searching.

There's plenty of other ways (and tags, for that matter) that'll do that, though. No need for the K, no need for little Aleister. I think I'll be editing some of those articles over the next few months if I can.

hii, i was wondering if you had a post explaining why spelling magic with a k on the end wasn’t okay? or maybe a link to another post explaining it? maybe i’m overlooking it but i’m not sure.

It's less a matter of "okay" and more a matter of its direct association with Aleister Crowley and him being a white supremacist douchebag.

Here is one post on why Crowley was a dumpster fire in a train wreck.

There are other posts on Crowley being a flaming pile of garbage that I can't find right now. Mutuals if you have easy access to them please feel free to post.

[filthweb]

"What got you so wet lil sis?"- Bakugou Katsuki x sis!reader. (Minors, do not interact)

♡Requested by @baddie-cherry-bunny

Genre: Smut. | Wc: 1.2k

•Warnings: Incest, protected sex, development of feelings for your brother, consensual, possibility of incest relationship. I do not own the character. The character is aged up in this post.

•A/n: Read only if none of the things above trigger you. I write this on requests because several people love such contents. Please do not send hate. If that bothers you simply block me. I am new to tags so tell me if I forgot something in the warnings.

You felt like a lost soul. Despite having friends around you, none of them really understood your feelings. You felt maybe dating would end this loneliness but nope. Even if they were between your legs, you never really felt anything. But...don't know if that should be taken into consideration but your brother always supported you.

Bakugou was the only one by your side, no matter happened, he kept you closer to him. Protectiveness sometimes felt like a lot more although that never made you feel uncomfortable.

"No matter where you go, I will always protect you", his words stuck in your head whenever fear hit your soul. His soft kisses on cheeks started making you desperate for more. Don't know why?

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You put on your best dress, lipsticks onn, grabbed your slingbag and sandals as you head out for your valentine's date. You were adjusting the left one in your foot as Bakugou saw you. "Where to?", eyes on your the hem that ends near your thighs. Dress too revealing but not that he will say anything. "For date", you smiled at him. Don't know why but his face turned sad. Watching him like that, an uneasiness hit you. It's not anything unusual right? Then why there was an awkward silence between the two of you?

"Be careful", he placed a fake smile.

"I know. You will protect me anyways. Remember?", you headed out after he nodded.

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Your date's one hand was sliding up through your dress, while other was kneading your breasts. It's a real good feeling right? Then why were you feeling uncomfortable? Perhaps you were worrying about your brother. Why did he make a face like that? Why is he always so close to me? Why does he continues to support me even after I mess up?, the thoughts wandering in your head that you knew won't answer themselves.

It's pointless, ridiculous. I am literally making out with someone else. Why do I love you so much Katsuki?, your own realization shocked you.

"I have something important to do", you got up, arranged your dress and hair and headed back home.

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The doorlock clacked as Katsuki peeked over from the kitchen to see who it was. Unexpecting you to be so early.

"Y/n? Did they ditch you?", but the smudged lipstick on your lips said something else.

"Why do I feel like this? It isn't right. There has to be something wrong with me.", you sobbed

"Chill y/n, tell me what happened. Did they hurt you?", he speedily approached you, caught your left arm. He was so ready to kill someone who made you cry. Little did he know the reason was him.

"What did they do?"

"It's all your fault. Why are you so good to me?", he was confused now.

"W-what?"

"I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU KATSUKI", his eyes did perk up for a millisecond but then the reality hit him.

"T-that's...H-ho-how....wh-"

"I don't know. I feel the most comfortable with you. I want you to hold me. I hate when you go out with someone else. I hate that they are the one that get to touch you and not me. You don't know how much I want to be with you-", he pressed a kiss on you cutting you off.

"For god's sake, shut up little sister.", hands cupped your left cheek.

"This is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this.", he said but then why did he kiss you? That only made you more desperate.

"I clearly don't give a fuck about anything else.", you slapped away his hands, grabbing his lips hungrily. Why wasn't he resisting? Maybe because he felt the same all this time.

Hands somewhere in the air around your body, trembling, where it should be kneading your ass by now but it isn't, so you snatched his hands and placed them on your butt.

You bit his bottom lips which caused him to inhale all of you as hands clenched your ass tight. Now we're talking. Lips sliding to kiss his neck. Excuse me? Did you forget who's incharge? He grabbed you before you could try your tricks.

"Nah ah. Not so easy", tongue approached the visible cleavage and latched itself on them. You moaned. How he thought the dress might be too revealing for someone else but now was enjoying himself watching you in that.

"F-fuck me Katsuki", say no more. He threw you on his shoulders, carried you to the bedroom. He plopped you on the bed, starting to strip his t-shirt with the left hand while the other held your thighs.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit. Sure you saw his abs before but they never felt this hot.

He climbed up to you, licking and kissing your neck, whole big body towering you.

His hands slipped down, under your dress and fingers toyed with your wetness. Just some kisses and you were dripping with just that? He smirked against your shoulder blade.

"What got you so wet lil sis?"

"You Katsuki-", you flinched when he inserted his two digits in you. Your pussy clenching at the sudden sensation.

He moved them in and out, no mercy. But hey, he was just getting you ready. You could only imagine what was he like down there. Your mitts crept into his pants. You gasped in his mouth when it felt his thick girth.

"Excited, are we?", but how can you be surprised? This should be expected from your beefed big brother.

"I-I don't think that'll f-fit...Ah!".

"Well that's why I am getting you ready aren't I?", you squirmed, unwarned when he pushed the third finger inside you. You muffling while kissing and palming his cock.

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Katsuki teased your entrance with his condomed cockhead before pushing it in you. You moaned, the air knocked out of your chest. The stretch was too much. It was burning you making tears fall from your eyes. You didn't know it was gonna hurt more when he started moving.

Even so, there was something relishing about it. The way his hips touched your clit each time he rutted in you, his abs putting on a perfect view as you try to remain conscious.

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It's hard to keep up with his pace. A grin on his flushed face as he makes you cum for the nth time.

"K-katsuki-sssss....too much", you hissed as you felt another high approaching although he was close too.

Fingers gripped your hips as he proceeds to loose himself in you. Gut tightening as both your high approached. Katsuki pulled out and came on your stomach. You laid there sensing the warm liquid on your abdomen and yours between your legs.

Bakugou plopped beside you, both of you panting, calming yourselves down.

"That was......", you silenced trying to find words to fit the moment.

"Good? Amazing? Worthwhile?", he helped you search.

"I don't know. None of the words can describe how good it was. I f-elt like my mind was becoming hazy", he could only smirk at your compliment.

"Then next time, I'll make sure to fuck you so good that you pass out", cheeks flushed knowing that there will be a next time.

©All the written contents in this belongs to justahoeforhaikyuu 2021. Do not modify and repost.

[chetungwan]

I have decided to finally post an explanation of my tags, most of which are overly flowery, some of which I don't really use anymore, and several of which refer to such incredibly specific concepts that I can't imagine they'll be useful to anyone but me. Also, they're going below this readmore, because wow I have many tags

A theory that explains everything: Physics, rules, astronomy. Grasping for knowledge or control. From a Louise Glück poem.

So I can fix it: the human extension of the above tag. So once you know everything, what will you do with it? The answer is using it. To create a world that makes sense, no matter how ruthless the process. This is taken from the same Louise Glück poem.

Suddenly so much to loose: the opposite of so I can fix it. The decision to claim personhood over power. Over morality, sometimes. But chosing the ambiguity of emotions over making it easy. I don't know if I got this from something, but I first used it in a startlingly self-indulgent self-insert fic that'll I'll never finish or show to anyone.

And if I can?: Hilariously, my tag for healthy, equal love. Love in the most consuming, but you are not lessened for it. Together you are more. And yes, I got it from Wolf 359.

Through every awful second: bone aching loyalty. Loyalty that will kill you, in the end. Being okay with that. I think I got it from a poem? It's probably somewhere on this blog, I think it's actually under this tag if you scroll back far enough.

Love like war: The aesthetic of love as a destructive force, love as something beautiful that will soon kill you. More general than my other tags for unhealthy relationships.

Riot: the danger, the blood, the weapons. These things are violent. It's a fairly general purpose tag.

Atom Bomb Girl: This tag relates directly to a series of poems I wrote in highschool, most of which sucked. It's used for posts that have a very particular kind of self destructive vibe, and I'm not gonna explain it any more than that.

Tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way: Living when everything is falling apart and all that matters is just surviving right now. Holding on through bad times through grit and stamina. Taken from a Foster The People song.

An empty look dripping from your face: This is about the road trip, the wanderlust. Perhaps a lack of faith in a happy ending. Oftentimes just the aesthetic of a very long wandering. It's a line from a short story I wrote about that kind of road trip.

We ask and we answer: Relating to the Turing test or AIs. Communication, especially with unhuman intelligence. Lately I've started using it for language and translation stuff too, since in my mind those things go together. It's from the short story Silently and Very Fast.

A human response: Stuff about cuttlefish, dolphins, aliens, AIs. Smart things. It's like the above tag, but less directly about communication. Also taken from the same short story.

Closure sacrifices complexity: Relating to ending stories or the difference between history and stories. Also analyzing texts. Or analyzing the human impulse to tell stories. It's something an English professor said to me once, or maybe I said it to her. The same professor who gave me my blog's tagline.

This is how my story ends: This is what choosing to be a villain means. It's a conscious decision, a moment where you think, I'm not really attached to the idea of doing good. And this role fits me a bit better. You aren't deluded, you aren't hypocritical. You just. Define success differently. No idea where I got the phrase from.

You have reached the end. There is only one path.: This isn't deciding to become a villain or doing something, anything, to survive. This is the road the story the plot you've been walking down for a long time and the truth is you never had any other option. And you don't need to be happy with it. The story has taken everything from you, and now what? I also don't know where I got that line.

Throat to the stars: The moment of revel at the turning point of a long trip. Standing in a cornfield at night, laughing at the stars, an epiphany. This is also taken from my short story about a road trip.

Pale blue and paler yellow: The image of love like something gentle, love like a happy ending full of mint and sunlight, the happy ending. It means happiness, uncomplicated and kind. I got it from a dream and a person and my own sense of synesthesia.

I'm not ready for this sort of thing: Tragedy. Loss of love. Sorrow. The pure kind, just too sad to bear. Line taken from a Counting Crows song.

No one is what they were before: After the war. After the loss. Surviving past the sorrow. This isn't healing, this is just damage. Taken from the book Deathless.

Enough of the blood on hardwood floors: There is sorrow pure as well water, but then there is grief drenched in wrath. It's about revenge, it's about taking action too late to fix the important things. Taken from a poem I wrote that actually doesn't have anything to do with what the tag is about.

These strange witnesses: The strange, the liminal. Not road stop liminal, just surreal. Also serves as my general purpose horror tag. It's a badly misquoted line from a poem I read once.

tell me this is the future: The future that you are terrified of. Surveillance and climate change and fear and fear and fear. Taken from a Louise Glück poem, but not the same one as the other two.

Beyond my grasp: Faith, I think. I don't use it very often.

Lawrence at war: A person I am in awe of. Also not used very often at all.

And in the ring a trade: Relating to the Fey in some way.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes: Pictures of tigers or big cats. Or foxes. Or dragons. Taken from Tyger Tyger Burning Bright.

I want to live on the sun: Really, anything to do with flying or the sky. I don't use it as often as I should. It's from both my oldest daydream, and a Louise Glück poem.

Homes are where hearts are buried: Anything to do with cities. I think it's from a poem I wrote?

On the other side of the stage: Things that I relate too, or are vaguely about my life. It's kinda an "other" tag. If it's from something, I don't remember, I think I came up with it on the spot.

These are the things you can't take away: Family issues, home issues. I posted the poem it's from at one point.

Roll up and rant: Block this if you don't want to see me have discourse opinions. I don't use it much at all, but I figure folks should be able to filter it out.

200 mg of sin: Literally anything to do with coffee, and occasionally something to do with hot peppers. 200 mg of caffeine is the content of most caffeine pills.

And I wasn't sad: Photography, basically. It's from a poem I wrote about accidentally reformatting my camera.

Insubstantial colors on the breeze: In contrast to the previous one, it's a tag for anything drawn.

Wears my colors: Generally anything that I look at and go "oh! We'd have the same pride flag!"

But damn: Something I think is pretty, like swords or clothes or occasionally people.

Intrusive Heartbeats: Literally any original post of mine. I can't remember why I use this tag at all, but it's too late to stop now.

Once Upon A Time: A full story of some kind.

American Road Trip: It's like an empty look, but much more specific. It has to remind me of the short story I wrote very directly.

Clutch and nest: Anything to do with eggs. Eggs are cute!

The relic's sister: The tragedy of immortality, generally. Also, an incredibly specific reference to my oldest daydream that I refuse to explain because I am not Stephen King and I will not write my version of The Dark Tower.

My fics: Exactly what you think. Fics I've written.

Professional muse: Fics written for me, or inspired by me, or edited by me, or just written with any input from me at all. Basically any fic I was involved with but didn't write. These all come with my endorsement to read, as well.

Then say it aloud: Creative writing of mine. Generally replaces the intrusive heartbeats tag but only for creative stuff.

Ace feels: Ace and aro stuff.

Gender feels: trans stuff

Every room becomes a mouth: Anatomy, Eskew, haunted houses. Anything to do with sapient locations. Taken from the game Anatomy.

This is what my home looks like: Places that remind me of home. Or at least somewhere I've lived. I've lived in a couple places.

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Threading the needle: Embroidery, knitting, yarn crafts, sewing. I've started using this more.

Hefting the hammer: The equivalent to threading the needle, but for other crafts besides fiber.

Not moonscape but earthscape: Parks and national monuments.

Not a place but a moment: A vague daydream of a future home.

Contains multitudes: Specifically for a sci-fi story in trying out. It's the Dyson sphere replicator copyrighted genders cowboy witch dead god one.

The mail is a haunted language: Tag for the USPS! Yes I made this one up, yes it's overly dramatic.

Drag them into the sea: Basically this wild dissatisfaction that characterized a certain flavor of depression I had as a kid.

And here's my tags for fandoms, or something so specific it doesn't need an extended explanation. Some of these I've stopped using entirely, but there are still posts with them back there, some I've only used a handful of times. Others are still in heavy use. Some of these I made up myself, but most were taken directly from the source material.

Black Widow - my past is my own

Hawkeye - okay this looks bad

Joan de'Arc - my god told me I was not safe and I agreed

Leverage - and I help those who can't

Alice Isn't Dead - somewhere a long way from where we started

Almost Human - And then you woke me up

Wonder Woman - and never waver

Russian - land war in asia

His Dark Materials - part of everything alive again

Farscape - see the young man that fell from the star 

Wolf 359 - with a goddamn harpoon

American Gods  - so none of this is happening

Star Wars - so now it's a war story

The Man From UNCLE: a workable metaphor

Good Omens - and a nightingale sang in berkeley square

The Bright Sessions - chill. I'm gay too

The Penumbra Podcast - anywhere and anywhen

Marvel Mutants - what have you become

Buffy - and coming out alive

Graceling - still doing your best to ruin the horses

MorMor - and you know what it won't be enough

Artemis Fowl - you don't know who you're dealing with

Expendables - going oh shit

Firefly - me and mine

Les Mis - long enough and narrow enough to cover a man

The Girl Who Circumnavigated - to lose your heart

The Hunger Games - why am I not dead

The Magnus Archives - sleep no more

Machineries of Empire - the numbers were numbers that mattered

I Am In Eskew - a city of wonders too

SAYER podcast - a better life among the stars

Arthurian - not exactly neutral objects