#they reintroduced themselves and came out to me

[looselipssinkships-x]

the duality of making a new friend out of an old friend. we were inseparable. we were strangers. we both have different names now. in some ways our new names are as similar as our old nicknames were. there is so much ground to make up about the changes the years have brought. there are some things that have stayed the same. i still wear the winter coat my little brother outgrew when he was in middle school. you might not recognize me if we passed on the street. our music tastes still overlap, even after breaking far away from the music we were raised on. i don't know how you broke your ankle. you don't know the foods my body doesn't tolerate anymore. we share so many of the same needs, the same fears. we don't know the depth of the others pain in the past ten years, you don't the actions of your youth had consequence. but we were both kids. and you still know my heart. there was a reason we were two halves of a whole for so long.

[ccswife]

The hearts a muscle too

| Timeskip!Miya Atsumu x strengthcoach!reader |

smau hybrid, slowburn, enemies to lovers

synopsis: where one of Osamus best friends becomes the strength and conditioning coach for MSBY, and falls for his mischievous twin.

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Ch. 2 - Mr. Know it All

WRITTEN PORTION AHEAD!

Monday, 9:23AM

Music bumps through the speakers of your car as you drive to the local coffee shop. A light hum was heard every now and then. Your usual belt was absent, as your stomach was slightly twisting at the thought of your first day.

Sure- you had planned everything out accordingly- the specific tests, how you would gauge what their flexibility and mobility is; but you couldn't help but worry. Doing things like this were mindless to you, since you had spent so much time perfecting the craft in college. You had yearned for a job like this since you were playing basketball in high school. Helping athletes get to their full potential was your greatest wish, but now that you actually had to do it? the responsibility was daunting.

Grabbing the coffee from the pickup counter, you make your way back to the car and shoot askaashi a text that you had retrieved it. Quickly pulling out of the parking lot, you made your way to the facility.

9:45AM

The very well equipped and shiny weight room glared back at you as you stood infont of the mirrors. You had just finished writing the workouts on the whiteboard wall, and were now admiring everything. You would die for a gym like this to workout in. It had everything. From NordBoards to V02 Masters, this place was loaded- and it only helped you visualize the strength you could put onto these mens bodies.

The guys piled into the weight room, exchanging looks and quietly saying a "good morning" to you here and there. Once they all arrived, you began to speak and reintroduce yourself.

" Hey boys! good morning! I know you all know who I am but im going to reiterate. My names l/n y/n and im your new strength and conditioning coach. Please be patient with me as I learn all of your names. We are going to start with some dynamic stretching......"

Sakusa stood tall next to atsumu, slightly leaning over to whisper into his ear.

"we got lucky because wow.. is she a gem" came out in a hushed tone.

atsumu fought to keep the smirk off his face, nodding his head slightly while trying to listen.

10:21AM

The room was filled with grunts and loud music, as you studied each player taking their turn doing power-cleans. Jotting down notes and making comments about form and power, they slowly adjusted themselves and thanked you after their rep for the corrections.

Going next was the "one and only", Miya Atsumu. He proudly strode over, and added more weight to the bar (which already held 315 from bokutos previous reps). Cockily, he shinned the bar and set his hands up, doing the same routine he has always done when power-cleaning. This would be no-biggy for him! He practiced this movement time and time again. How could he need any corrections when he was perfect in everything he does?

And up goes the weight. He glides it up his shins and thrusts with all his power, pushing the bar forward + out, launching the weight upwards towards his chest. He gets under the weight, bending his legs, and catches it on his collarbones. A slight "ooo" and some encouraging yells come from his teammates.

You notice when he goes to jerk it, he bends his arms too much. So naturally, you do your job and correct him.

" I want you to take some of the weight off and try to keep your arms straighter before you jerk the weight up, and instead of pulling it to your collarbones, try and jump to get under the weight. It should make it significantly easier for you."

he shoots you a confused look, and grimaces before speaking- loudly speaking

"what? take some weight off? you do realize I have the highest bench out of all of us and the highest power and finesse ranking in the league right?" he says it with an amount of cockiness and certainty that makes your blood boil. The look on his face made it worse- you just wanted to get him a hard slap.

"excuse me?" your voice raising a bit, and you sure as hell do not look happy.

The rest of the weight room goes back and forth between you and atsumu, watching your hand drop to your side and the other go up onto your waist, popping your hip and pointing a foot out. Worried looks were exchanged and some shook their heads at atsumu, who wasn't usually this temperamental in the weight room- but it seems his pride was hurt. Sakusa contemplated pulling out his phone in a suna-esk manor, but stopped himself. Bokuto and Hinata stood there in shock, not used to this behavior from him. A sense of loathing came from both of you.

"Do you want me to repeat that or are you hard of hearing? Im not taking weight off, so you can write this down." he stared daggers into you, looking like he almost wants to kill you , just because of some slight critiques.

Astonished, you straightened your posture and deadpanned.

"Get out of this weight room." disbelief washed across his face, and gasps were heard from the rest of the team.

"wha-"

You interrupted before he could finish his sentence. " are you hard of hearing ? I said get out of this weight room. you can come back next time we have lift. For now your testing is done."

Giving you one more glance, he stepped away from the bar, and walked out. Shoulder checking you as he left, you turned to the rest and stated " Next!"

A/N: I am super SUPER rusty with my actual written stuff so pls forgive me. Also OOOOOHHHHH THE BEEF IS STARTINGGGGGGGG THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGGGGGG!!!!!! I hope ug like this chapter and keep reading! tyyyyy

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[vamptarot]

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.. 𝐏𝐓𝟐 .ᐟ

— ⭑.ᐟ hello my beautiful people, I have made a part two of this post because looking back at it, I do not like or enjoy my first post for several reasons. I wasn’t completely myself as I felt forced to put on a mask so more people will like me. so in this one, I will be myself and tell you about me as a reader. since then, I have already put my other post on private. regardless, I hope you have fun reading. 🫶🏻

Firstly, thank you for reading, I sincerely appreciate it. I hope that while reading, you will have a great time and that you will find my post to be informative.

As I have already stated I do not like my previous post for several reasons, so I aspire to form this one in a better manner.

I will reintroduce myself to you, properly.

Hello, my name is Aurora and I prefer the nickname Rory. I am 22, and I have been doing tarot since I am 8. Of course, as a child I did so just because I thought it’s fun. I did it for myself, or relatives close to my age for entertainment purposes.

Slowly, at the age of 14, I took tarot more seriously as a form of divinity, rather than just viewing it as a fun thing I can do. What inspired this in a rather larger portion is the fact that people often told me that my predictions have came true. I figured there must be something to it.

Now please note that I am not telling you this to brag or to signal that I am above anybody else, the truth couldn’t be further than that. I would just like you to know so you are aware of the experience I have, as well as the trust I have in my intuition. That’s all there is to it.

Aside from that, I aspire to be a reader that everyone can feel comfortable and safe with, and can come to no matter what unique request they have. I don’t want to be discriminatory by any chance, it’s always disheartening to see when people get turned down even though something is important to them. Let that be out of curiosity or not.

I have a friend whose request got turned down, just because they were asked if they will die in pain or not. The curiosity stemmed from their anxiety of death. So I want to welcome darker topics, which might seem crazy to others. I will never encourage behaviour that is harmful to you or other people, but I will always welcome you with open arms when you are scared. No one deserves to feel that way.

I have had friends - and customers - who were disheartened and nervous to fully open up and be vulnerable with their reader because they were afraid of being judged that they are asking about a celebrity crush. To me, that is infuriating. Why must they be ashamed of love? Why must they be ashamed of looking up to someone? Fan culture has existed since the 40s, and has been heavily normalised since the 60s. Just because someone adores a celebrity, it doesn’t mean their feelings are purely delusional or parasocial. Looking down on people for positive things and accusing them of being unhealthy without zero background or context straight of the bat quite literally makes one a big bitch. I am sorry for the cursing, but that is how I feel. - In fact, that is how I feel about my previous point too. Big fuck you to that reader, even if you have your reasons. - So that is why, I never will look down on how much anybody or anything means to you, or anyone else. Vulnerability is beautiful, and no one deserves to be scared of it.

On the other hand, I have had friends who got turned down by people just because ‘the vibes are off’. I am not even kidding. Perfectly normal questions asked, creative ones at time. Yet, they were turned down because the aesthetic of their blog or their speech was not something the reader was used to. I believe that to be so fucking dumb. Don’t get me wrong, your blog, your rules. Judging people for being themselves when they have never done anything to actively harm you will always make you an asshole though. That is why; even if we are different, let that be: culturally, in aesthetics or mannerisms I will always do my absolute best to have respect for you. The only thing that will ever take that away is if you disrespect me first. Otherwise, I will always welcome you.

Of course, while I have a dear spot in my heart for every friend of mine and have been greatly inspired by them I also have other reasons I would love to be a great reader, and do my best in the tarot community.

The very first one is AI. I have noticed that unfortunately a lot of people use AI to do readings. Here, on youtube and on tiktok. And, you know what? It pisses me off, and I will make sure that will never be accepted in this community.

AI doesn’t have a soul, therefore it doesn’t have an intuition. It’s a program, little numbers behind a screen and jump here and there every time you ask it a question. It cannot read for you because it cannot understand the cards, or the energy surrounding it. The reason why it sounds convincing is because it steals the reading of professional readers, reforms them and applies it to your question. It doesn’t actually comprehend anything that you say to it.

It takes advantage of innocent people who know no better and at the same time it destroys our planet that we live on. Every time you use it, you speed up the process of our ozone layer thinning out and each one of us slowly dying. The earth will be fine, you won’t. - For those who would like to argue that we can go on Mars please know that we can’t. Multibillionaires can when the technology for it will be developed, regular people won’t be able to. -

As for the taking advantage of people part, people who do use AI for readings do that; whether it’s for attention or money. These people are trusted, then fuck up the trust they were given. It’s shallow, rude and absolutely ridiculous.

If you don’t have the talent to read tarot, learn it. Hard work will never betray you, but harming people will always do. Keep that in mind.

Another reason I started this blog and feel the need to be a person that is very good at giving readings is scammers. They exist online, and they exist in real life. That is the reason why I have a feedback page.

I hate them with my whole soul, to tell you the truth. People who shuffle and lie about the meaning of cards, I mean. I never understood what they get out of it, if there is a community they want to harm, why tarot? If they aren’t confident enough to do readings yet, why do they do it? If they need money why don’t they earn it honestly and justly, since it requires just as much effort? Like, get a fucking loan or something. I try to understand their logic, but I can’t.

The closest I have gotten to it is that they are either struggling financially or mentally. Financially I can excuse it, because that is a part of systemic abuse which they cannot control. Though, if it’s mentally I cannot excuse it. I have had bad mental health throughout my whole life, and I have seen other tarot readers admit when they have a bad episode and take a break because that’s what they deem to be responsible. Sure, take care of yourself and do things that make you feel alive, but your pain will never be an excuse good enough to purposely harm people, knowing damn well you take them for a fool.

I hate it all. Whether it’s on youtube, tumblr, tiktok or real life disrespecting divination and people actively at the same time for your own personal benefit whilst looking down on both is nothing I will ever respect. I do not want to be a person like that, so even if I struggle, I will always do my best.

That is all about me as a reader.

If you want more lighthearted stuff, hi! I am Rory, I like animals, the colour burgundy and I love goth aesthetics. The guy you will constantly see on my profile is my favourite actor, but I don’t actively answer asks relating to k-pop/k-media since I am not a kpop tarot blog, just a simple tarot blog. I don’t look down on those readers though, so if you do keep it shut.

My current favourite song is ‘Break Stuff’ by Limp Bizkit, I have a strong personality and usually scare people away. That’s why you will see my efforts to be friendly; I want you and people to be comfortable.

I also like glitter, mermaids, designing stuff, soft aesthetics and learning as much about life as possible. I like history, fashion, psychology, religious studies - of any kind - and spiritual studies. My all time favourite is physics though as I believe it to be the art of logic and spirituality becoming one with one another.

My favourite flowers are orchids, I like black panthers, the sunset and motivational videos. I will also probably fuck up the face of anybody that will hurt you. I don’t need to like anyone for me to wish them to be treated fairly.

I am also probably more spiritual than the average reader, and it makes me feel isolated. So please if you love spirituality with all of your heart like I do reach out to me, I would love to talk about it with somebody.

That is all, I am sorry about the few mis-tags beautiful people, I just figured that not everybody who likes my PACs follows me. Do not worry, I will also post a lot of PACs in the near future!

Thank you for reading, I hope happiness follows each of your steps 🫶🏻💓

[crystallizsch]

I DIDNT THINK THE COLOR-MY-TREE MESSAGES WOULD BE OPEN FOR EVERYONE AT ONCE— IT’S NOT THE 25TH FOR ME YET-

oughhhhhghh anyways very long all-over-the-place, one-thought-leads-to-another sappy message below. read it or not, it’s up to you hdbjss (and don’t worry i’m not putting any messages on blast they were private for a reason 😭) it’s morning for me so i’m just AGH

i wanted to write a general thank-you message but as soon as i started typing all the words i wanted to properly say left my cranium and said “hey let’s be vulnerable” and so here we are.

anyways HI HELLO HI every message means A LOT💥💥💥, thank you to everyone who took time to write one for me. from the simple greetings, the silly messages, and the sweet and vulnerable ones. i will forever remember you all and i’ll keep you in my heart safe and sound. 💖

HARD PIVOT this small part can be skipped but i think i’ve only vaguely and briefly touched on this on my main but christmas eve especially is extremely rough for me. it’s not christmas or the holidays’ fault necessarily, but it’s because one of my parents passed away unexpectedly. so uh not a good memory to put it lightly. i only turned 18 that time, but as the oldest kid, i was already expected to “stay strong” and be the second parent. i felt the overbearing pressure because my family is not really in a “privileged” enough position to even be given the time to grieve + i was in the middle of starting uni so fuck that LMAO.

(something something that’s prob why i relate to jamil a lot HFJDJS but that’s a topic for another day maybe) (anyways just some. necessary??? background context i suppose.)

so uh backstory time. i was there for twst en when it came out but stopped and only got reintroduced to it last year because of an irl friend. i’ve been hooked into it for months BEFORE i started posting at the beginning of this year.

(shoutout yuuna for being my first yuu and shoutout yuusha for taking over my blog, she was never meant to be dragged out of the basement).

i thought this tumblr thing was just gonna be a way for me to distract myself from grief and pressure and the constant thoughts of ending it all. i NEVER would have imagined that i’d be part of community.

i really thought i’d just post art and leave and that’s it. i never thought i’d have people encouraging my creative fixations. i never thought i’d start talking to people. i never thought i’d genuinely make new close friends online. i never thought i’d have impact(???) on people.

i’ve always wanted this blog to just be a fun time where i don’t have to take anything seriously without any pressure. (i’ve definitely gotten more comfy posting whatever and that really feels more freeing).

i never expected to make so many connections because genuinely i only interact without expecting anything back. and the fact people even reciprocated is SUCH a genuine surprise for me. all my experiences thus far is so unbelievable to me even to this day still.

from the bottom of my heart i am trying my best to be a good person, because i don’t think i am. which is why i try to be as kind to myself the way i refer to myself and my work, and that i try to uplift others whenever i can and make sure whatever they do or make will be worth it. i know this sounds so vain of me but if it helps people out and it makes me feel better, i think that’s enough.

also it honestly feels so dumb to realize and admit that technically-speaking, if it weren’t for twst and the following experiences it brought me, i wouldnt be alive rn hdhdj

so to the people who told me i’ve made their days a little brighter. to the people that told me that i’m one of their reasons for getting the courage to start posting/putting themselves out there. to the people who are just so kind and funny to me. and to the people in general who just decided that i’m worth it.

happy holidays!! i love you all, and thank you for being a part of my life no matter who you are 💜💝

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Sorry for asking again do you have any ones that is about Geno centric post passive ending were he is healed and living with the others on the surface can you maybe include a few with the afterdeath ship but mostly platonic

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

do you like me better underneath the sunlight? by MaddieMare (General Audiences, Incomplete)

With monsters freed from the Underground and Geno rescued from his imprisonment in the Save screen, it should have been everyone’s happy ending. However, Geno's been having some noticeable trouble adjusting to life on the Surface. It’s almost like he’s waiting for something… or someone. Thankfully, an “old friend” seems to have reintroduced themselves back into Geno’s life - and for the better! Now, if only he would properly introduce this mysterious companion. Everyone is just dying to meet them!

It's Raining Right Here by century_berry (Teen And Up, Complete)

Geno didn’t know how the other versions of him wound up in the Save Screen, but that didn’t mean that he was going to leave them there. Or: Frisk came back to the Save Screen expecting to come out of it with an extra Sans. They came out with three.

Reaper's Dream by Anonymous (General Audiences, Incomplete)

What does Reaper dream to come true? Will he get what he wishes for? Enjoyy! (Undertale and its characters belong to Toby fox. AU sanses belong to their creators. Plot belongs to me but if someone also made something like this, I didn't know)

I’ll Hold You Until You Can’t Breathe Anymore by COOLINGROSA1000 (General Audiences, Complete)

Geno is happy with his life on the surface, taking care of the human along with his new brothers. However, his simple day is ruined by a visit from the God of Peaceful Death. Or Reaper mourns the loss of his mortal husband, and Geno goes to bring him some comfort.

Rain Doesn't Need to be Cold by microKosmic (General Audiences, Complete)

It's been a while since they got to the surface, and Geno still isn't used to the sensations real rain casts upon him. Not to worry, because he doesn't need to know why.

[girl-in-a-bubbl3]

Glamrock Monty (FNAF) x Reader Part 1

Notes:

AU Fanfic/NonCanon

Takes place after the fire

Animatronics are redesigned sorta

Sun/Moon are the same animatronic

Will probably be some spicy parts so...18+

No use of y/n, your name is Beanie now

Will probably be multiple relationships (I love Monty and Sun/Moon both way too much plz don't make me choose)

Monty saw her before she saw him.

She was a tiny thing. Maybe 5 ft tall with long green hair up in a ponytail that swayed every time she walked. She had tiny little dots on her face, like freckles, except they were multicolored.

All of her accessories seemed to mirror the themes of the Plex. Her earrings were different. Dangling from the left ear was what looked like a Sundrop candy wrapper, one of the Daycare candies, and the right ear was the same except with a Moondrop wrapper.

What stuck out to him the most was the red, star shaped glasses that you had perched atop your head. They weren’t purple, like his, but you knew it was a nod to him.

Monty stared down at you from the balcony in the atrium. He was definitely intrigued.

As he was staring down at you, Monty became lost in thought. Not noticing when you looked up and locked eyes with him.

—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-

Today was your first day.

Sort of.

Ever since the fire that happened two years ago, you’ve been onsite helping with rebuilding the Plex and the animatronics who got caught up in the evil plans of humans.

You still weren’t clear on everything that happened. You just got a call one day from a very kind but monotonous lady who told you that your uncle had passed and the Plex was now yours to go further with, if you so chose.

You hadn’t spoken to said uncle in almost a decade. He wasn’t very interested in the family, just his machines. You didn’t know much about him and when he made it big in Fazbear entertainment, he left the family to fend for themselves in a failing economy.

So finding out that everything was left to you was more than a shock. It took you over a week of weighing pros/cons and investigating to ensure it was something you could do. The one thing your uncle and yourself had in common: Robotics was your greatest passion.

You spoke to him about it only once before you went off to college for Mechatronics but the fever in your eyes must have been enough to convince him that you would continue what he started.

And you would. But you’d try to do so, so much better.

Fazbear Entertainment had a history of violence, cover ups, coercion, and a lot of corruption. That was something you aimed to change. It was something you didn’t really had to worry much about with rebuilding the Plex because that was simple but when it came to the animatronics…

The repairs, recoding, and reinstallation of new and old parts took you a whole year and a half. You worked from the time you woke up to whatever time you would end up passing out. The more you read the manuals, wrote your own manuals, and spent time with the unconscious animatronics, the more you could see how easy it was to get attached. Something you were so unsure of turned into the center of your whole world.

You had a little apartment built for yourself that was connected to your office so you didn’t have to worry about commutes anymore. The Plex was now your home too.

You had been gone for the past three months. You missed the animatronics waking up again because you had to be in meetings to discuss the politics of reopening the Mega Plex. That hit your heart. You spent so long getting things ready and you weren’t even the first to reintroduce them to the place that they had worked in for so long now.

You trusted the handful of mechanics that was over that, but it just wasn’t the same. And the grand reopening was in a week so today you were finally back to introduce yourself and have some time with the ones you had grown so attached to, unbeknownst to them.

As you approached the stage where your colleague was introducing you, you couldn't help but feel every eye on you as you approached the stage to make your welcome speech. You had received an ungodly amount of criticism since you took over the Plex in your location.

At 27, you were old enough for people to consider what you said but still young enough for everyone to think that they knew better. You were covered in tattoos and always kept your hair dyed an unnatural color. Multiple piercings in your face and you had to always have your favorite accessories flashing (it just so happened that most of those pieces were Fazbear specific). You were never seen without your rose colored, star shaped glasses. You weren't exactly the image of professionalism.

Stepping up and standing to wait for your colleague to stop talking, you happened to look around and take a quick peak at everyone around. There were about 30 or so human staff members. Janitors, other mechanics, stage hands, etc. And then you saw the animatronics. Your heart skipped a beat as you recalled all of the work you put in to each of them.

You tried to keep as much of their original personalities intact as you could when filling in the gaps that the virus left. You did change their casings. You wanted them to be even more realistic than they were. Freddy, Chica, and Roxy got hundreds of tiny little fibers that gave them that extra soft feeling that fur would. Monty was fun because he got hundreds of individual scales and the design made him virtually impenetrable with the tough, but smooth reptile skin. You didn’t alter much with Sun/Moon except for allowing their faceplates to move and change instead of the one specific smile that they were forced to keep. You figured you’d talk with them personally about more alterations since the daycare attendant was a little more sensitive than the others.

Freddy was sitting forward in his chair, trying to give the speaker his upmost attention. Chica was by the refreshment table, obviously sneaking snacks. Nothing new there. Roxy was sitting beside Freddy with her arms crossed, examining her fingernails, looking bored. You didn't see the daycare attendant and immediately a little of seed of worry started to sprout inside of your stomach. You'd have to go check out the daycare after this.

Monty was also missing. You searched around the atrium and didn't see his large, scaley figure. You happened to quickly glance up and your eyes locked onto a large, green figure leaning against the railing on the third floor of the atrium. Monty's expression was hazy as he stared at you, almost like he was waking up from a dream.

After a moment, it's like he finally realized you were also staring at him. He quickly looked away and scampered off until you could no longer see where he was. You made a mental note to check on him later as well.

“Welcome our new Director, Beanie!”

That was your cue. You stepped on up with a large smile and took the microphone. “It’s so nice to see you all, especially our animatronic friends! We’ve all worked so hard to be here right now. It’s been two long years and a lot of dedication.”

The rest of your speech was pretty generic but you still tried to be as inspiring as possible. You truly did have the biggest sense of pride looking around the Plex and it definitely reflected in your voice. So no matter what you said, the promise of the future reflected in your voice.

After everything was over and employees started to disperse, you couldn’t get the absent animatronics out of your mind. You excused yourself from the last bit of conversation and headed off towards the Daycare.

You were a little nervous since this was your first time meeting the Daycare Attendant but only because you definitely had a soft spot for the twins. Something about their presence was enough to hide the past trauma that always presented itself to the forefront of your brain at the worst times.

You worked so hard to make sure the daycare would be up to their standards when they returned to it. It was the area you spent the most time in. Fortunately enough, the fire didn’t touch their room. You decided to keep it exactly as they had it but you did add a furniture catalog so they could request anything extra that they needed. You knew your uncle never gave any of them that option.

You entered the daycare lobby and briefly marveled at the familiar bronze statue of Sun and Moon in the center. It was one of your favorite pieces that was a part of the daycare so of course you kept it.

You decided to use the normal entrance instead of the ultra fun slide that the kids would eventually use once the Plex reopened. You’d definitely tested it out more times than you could count when you were unaccompanied so you figured you could use the main entrance for now.

Approaching the large, wooden doors you stood for a moment and took a deep breath. Before you could even reach for the handle, the door in front of you flew open and in front of you stood a lanky, 7 ft tall, sun themed animatronic.

To be continued...

Author's Notes:

Hi guys!! So sorry this chapter is so incredibly long. I needed to set the foundation ;-; I'm SO excited to start this story. I haven't decided on what relationships will happen yet. My poly brain refuses to let me just focus on one lol. Definitely Monty/Sun&Moon oriented tho. Might sneak some Freddy love in there. Not sure yet. I hope you guys like the intro! I'm literally about to start the next chapter because I'm so excited. Stay tuned for that and another Bonnie chapter. I have most of it written but I'm having writer's block and can't decide on how I want to finish it. So sorry I keep making you guys wait for that. But here's this to fill the time until then! Much love and hope you guys enjoy what's to come <3

[9w1ft]

Am I the only one only one who thinks the girls wanted people to think they broke up? That their teams even spread rumors of it? Because they had big personal plans for 2020, and it really behooved them to quiet down the rumors that they were together, because of these big plans (that were foretold and then happened?) I don’t even blame people for believing it and I don’t blame people for stepping away from the fandom either, because at that point it got serious. The kaylor fandom was too big and too mainstream in 2019. Where it stands now is a nice, cozy safe place for it to continue to exist and capture the evidence, without being a danger to their private lives.

oh yeah for sure this is quite possible, though for me, i think there were several things going on and adjustments were made along the way and personally i don’t think it was one single plan executed uninterrupted from start to finish.

i think there were signs in early 2019 pointing toward karlie being reintroduced into taylor’s friend group in later 2019 (her hand in the yntcd promo, her posting using the lover album filter and congratulating taylor, etc) and if the deleted tiktok duet with the rainbow dress that christian siriano did a few years ago is an indication, taylor was in fact likely going to come out in between that.

for me and some of my mutuals, we think that they adjusted the plans to reunite once scooter jumped in because he had positioned himself to profit from taylor coming out and karlie being her friend while it happened. and as taylor has said in interviews since then, she is someone who will deeply inconvenience herself to prove a point. and i think things like the i can and i will necklace that karlie wore in late 2019 add to this idea, and songs like mad woman and vigilante shit point to this as well. as in, i believe it’s possible that they spread a rumor of a new rift between one another even among industry folks, in order for scooter to be lulled into a false sense of security around karlie, and in the end that’s how they got a lot of dirt on him. i remember how karlie posted from paris sipping tea just days before scooter’s infidelity was first reported.

and then from within everything that happened with late 2019, lover fest being announced that september with such limited dates, miss americana becoming what it was, the the man mv, among other things, i get the sense there was a shift again like i feel like they might have extended the period of distance between them for reasons i think you were alluding to, although there was talk of taylor touring less because of her mom, and then quarantine came and the shift to a more private few years was natural, so the whole thing is still a little haze-ridden. but, i firmly feel that with each album since lover she has given us progressively more clarity as to what has transpired.

so to circle back to what you were suggesting, i dont necessarily think that they spread break up rumors in 2019 in order to lower the number of kaylors so that they could have a more private life. i think the chief driver was revenge on scooter, with then not taking it all back being a potential choice because of what they might have gone forward with under the circumstances they found themselves in.

[unhingedlesbear]

ANOTHER cool animals post bc I love showing the world animals I find to be cool. This post will just be animals found in the UK. Most of which I have seen in the wild. Most... not all 1. European hedgehog.

Really cute, it's a shame how most of the time you see them they'll be roadkill. Thankfully the first time I saw a hedgehog in the wild it was very much alive, and in my garden! Named her Bramble, eventually there were three. 2. European red fox

My favourite here I think. I grew up with these guys because they've lived right around my house for as long as I can remember and still do. I even somewhat befriended one of them a few years ago. Her name was Lilly and she would wait by my door for me. Which would be really bad anywhere else but in London it's pretty normal. 3. Red deer

Just a really majestic animal. HUGE as well, it's actually crazy how big they can get. I had a school project once where we had to make a music video for media class, and I chose to theme mine initially around deer, so I went out to film these guys whenever I could, and it was great. Once caught a huge stag chasing off two young bucks who got too close to the does. 4. Rose ringed parakeet

Saw a couple of these this morning on my garden feeder which inspired me to make this post today. These ones aren't native and there are multiple different ideas people have of how they got here, but they're here now, and they're doing amazingly for themselves. I see and hear them just about everywhere I go, especially in warmer months, at least as long as I stay in London. 5. European bison

These were only just reintroduced some years ago after having been extinct in the UK, and they're apparently doing well for themselves. Of course I've never seen one in the wild but I'd love to one day, and I'm really glad they're back. 6. Red necked wallaby

Another non native one, and one I have never actually seen in the wild, but they are indeed here now. I've seen a bunch of these in captivity though, even fed one once. 7. European pine marten

One of my favourites, and one I've never seen in the wild. I have stayed in an area that has them, but never saw any. I would absolutely love to though, they're gorgeous. 8. European badger

Another favourite. When I was very little, four of these came around the cottage I was staying in at once. I was the first to spot them and told my parents and grandparents, who didn't believe me at first. Since then, I've seen a few of these in many different places, and every time it's been great. 9. European robin

My favourite bird when I was little because my grandmother used to have one that would come and sit on her hand. They're really cute and have such loud calls for such a tiny bird, and their songs are beautiful as well. 10. Common blackbird

On the topic of beautiful songs, I think I'm yet to hear one I like more than the common blackbird's. Used to have a male that would sit on top of the really tall tree behind my house, and I'd just sit out there and listen to him. 11. European hare

Another one I REALLY wanted to see for the longest time. I find them to be insanely beautiful, and I never saw them until one time in Ireland where one ran straight out next to the car. It was fine, just ran off into the hills, but it was great to finally check that one off the bucket list. 12. Wild boar

To be honest I have never seen one of these in the wild over here, but I DID encounter some in Italy, and it was terrifying. It was pitch black out, I was by myself, and heard them all around me. I knew these guys can be really aggressive so I was scared and backed away until I was in the clear. Saw them in the morning looking all cute just snuffling around the grass. Beautiful scary things. They won't bother you if you don't bother them. 13. European red squirrel

Hard to see unless you go to places that have them protected. Of course they were outcompeted by the Eastern grey when those were brought here, and now you don't really see them, but I have seen a decent amount. In the Isle of Wight, in Wales, some just up North in England. In captivity I've had some climb on me as well. Great little animals and I hope they make a full comeback one day. That'll be it for now bc this post is getting too long, but I will make more posts like this. Next one will be more general again I think, I just of course have the most to say about ones I've personally encountered.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Drabble 30

I worked on altering a scene from one of the past drabbles and adding some in between the others. It will all eventually be up on AO3 but for now, we're reintroduced to Pansy. And I know so many people love Neville and Pansy but I salivate at the idea of a dysfunctional Pansy and Theo.

Pansy took a slow, long sip from her glass as they came closer. Close enough for her to note the two pairs of pale blue eyes staring back at her.

“Can someone tell me,” She lifted a perfectly sculpted brow and lowered the glass from her lips. “Why Grangers eyes are suddenly the exact same color as Draco’s?”

Behind Pansy’s house was a large pond that was surrounded by tall brush, and the sound of frogs croaking and calling out for a mate. Behind that was a line of trees and Theo was certain that this entire property wasn’t marked on any map as being anything more than a marsh or some preserved piece of wildlife.

The frogs never stopped croaking, begging to fuck. They never stopped trying to procreate.

Draco seemed to be thinking something along the same lines, because as they settled themselves at the outdoor table, he eyed the pond and said, “We’re just bags of meat and blood.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Pansy frowned, stretching her feet out to settle on top of Theo’s lap.

“All of us, even the frogs.” He nodded toward the pond.

Hermione was staring at Draco with intrigue, her bottle of beer nestled between her thighs. Warming the liquid with the heat of her body. Draco’s fingers were spooled into her hair, his arm thrown against the back of her chair while he swirled the bourbon inside of his glass. Ice clinked against the edges and it added to the cacophony of sound echoing against the trees and sky.

Frogs could be incredibly noisy and obnoxious.

“But they don’t murder or pillage. They don’t manipulate or make love. They don’t fight or try to rule the world. They just want to survive.”

“Why do you think that is?” Theo asked, lifting an unlit cigarette to his lips. “Why are we so different?” He lit the cigarette with the tip of his wand and squinted at Draco through the smoke as he puffed and puffed.

“I think it’s because we have a soul.”

Hermione pursed her lips and tilted her head. “We don’t know that the frogs don’t have a soul. There’s no way to prove that.”

Draco chuckled and tugged gently at her curls, forcing her chin to tilt up toward him. “Have you ever been in a house haunted by dead frogs?”

Her eyelids grew heavy, despite the scowl on her face. “How do we know the frogs we’re hearing now aren’t spirits?” She countered, her voice lower.

“What?” Theo laughed and Pansy huffed out a sigh of irritation. Theo wrapped his fingers around her bare foot and began to knead them into her arch.

“Can you see the frogs?” She turned to look at Theo, her head still tilted up with the hold Draco kept on her.

“No, but it’s dark out.” He shrugged.

Hermione looked at Pansy. “Do you see them during the day?”

Pansy’s mouth pressed into a thin line as she scrutinized Granger and her new ghostly eyes. “Not usually. Most of them stay very well hidden.”

“They’re mindless, soulless creatures, love.” Draco murmured, pulling her attention back to him. “They wouldn’t kill for each other. In fact, if a water moccasin swam up and grabbed hold of one right now, the other idiot frogs would just sit back and let it happen. They have no loyalty. They’d hop away and keep searching for food or another frog to fuck. And not because it feels good but, because they’re just preprogrammed to procreate. They’re robotic. Soulless, heartless little creatures.”

“What,” Pansy drawled as she shoved her other foot into Theo’s grasp. “The fuck does this have to with Grangers eyes??”

Theo snorted and lifted the cigarette back to his lips.

“It has everything to do with it, Pans.” Draco shrugged, his eyes on Hermione’s face. His tongue slid along his lower lip.

“Stop eye fucking her and tell me what you did.” Pansy growled. Always the mother hen, always protective of her little chicks.

Theo lifted her foot and kissed the top of it, a kiss full of reverence. Tenderness, heat, passion poured from his lips to her skin.

Her eyes shifted to Theo, a flash of heat and a look of warning all wrapped up into one quick glance.

“I did what I had to.” Draco huffed. “You would have done the same.” He shot a pointed look over at Theo.

“And what is that? What has you talking about dead frogs and their mindless fucking? What has you holding onto Granger like she might bolt from you if you let go?”

Hermione lifted a brow, clearly amused. Her finger was circling the opening of her bottle, round and round. But she looked comfortable to be having Draco clinging onto her.

“I put a piece of my soul into her.” He finally said with a shrug. He glossed over it with such remarkable ease that anyone else would have scoffed or shrugged it off as more Malfoy nonsense.

But not Pansy.

The air went still around them, her eyes burned with rage, transforming the cool warmth of her usual brown eyes into dark obsidian orbs.

“You did what?” Her hair swayed as her head jerked to focus in on Hermione. Then back to Draco. Her eyes narrowed, her face pinching into that angry little number it did when she wanted to hit one of them. Theo might have been a little envious of Draco’s position. “Do you think this is a joke?”

Hermione shifted and Draco’s hand fell limp in her hair, but refused to withdraw. He took a drink from his glass, most of the ice melted, diluting his drink.

“Are you trying to get thrown into Azkaban?”

“No.” He replied slowly as his features shifted into something bored and cool. “I was trying to bring her back to life.”

He glanced down at Hermione, their eyes meeting for a heated moment. Just a quick second but Theo saw it. Hermione was still angry and scared but she was too attached to Draco. Too wrapped up in him.

“And, it worked.” He added, his gaze meeting Pansy’s.

Pansy pulled her foot out of Theo’s lap and leaned forward in her chair, hands pressing into the table. “You think someone wont find out? Look at her!”

Draco rolled his eyes and lifted the glass back to his mouth.

“She has your fucking eyes, Draco. Those two boys who follow her around like dogs are going to figure it out.”

“I am the only dog following her around.” Draco said as Hermione said, “Don’t worry about Harry.” She finally lifted that warm bottle to her mouth and took a sip. Theo smirked when she winced at the taste. Smiled when she doubled down and took a long drink to wash it away.

“Potter is just going to accept that his best friend is a fucking horcrux? Oh, right, because he loves those, doesn’t he?” Pansy hissed at Hermione.

“Harry will never turn his back on me.”

Draco fought his scowl at the ferocity in her words, the fire in her eyes.

“And what about your fiancé?”

Hermione’s cheeks flared bright red, Draco’s face darkened, his eyes falling dead.

“Don’t bring him up, Pans.”

“I bet he already suspects something.” Pansy glanced to Hermione and smirked, triumphant when she beheld a flicker of doubt in the witches eyes. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“So what?” Draco asked.

“So what? He hates you! He’ll rat you out.”

Hermione’s lips pressed together, her eyebrows drawn tight. Theo thinks that maybe she agreed with Pansy.

“Then, I’ll kill him.”

“Malfoy!” Hermione scolded him.

But he was glaring at Pansy, challenging her. She would support him or he would walk away. That was what he was silently conveying.

Theo cleared his throat and flicked his cigarette to the ground. “I think we’re forgetting what’s really important here, guys.”

Draco and Pansy both reluctantly dragged their eyes to Theo. Hermione was staring up at Draco with concern knitted into her brows.

“And what is that, Theo?” Draco drawled, though his jaw was still tight and tense.

“The fact that someone is trying to kill you, of course.”

“Wait, what!” Pansy’s anger melted off of Draco and shifted into concern.

Draco sighed and relaxed into his seat. “Don’t worry about that.” He tapped his finger against his glass, he pulled Hermione in and placed a kiss to her temple before he released her and stood.

“What do you mean, don’t worry about that? That’s going to be the only thing I worry about, now.” Pansy looked at Hermione. “How serious is this?”

Hermione sniffed. “Very. We’ve been ambushed three times already.” She tilted her head and considered something. “I wasn’t supposed to be on that call in Surrey. I think whoever attacked me was instructed to kill the Auror who responded and well, I was the one he saw, wasn’t he?”

Draco turned his head, and looked away. He blamed himself. Through the anger and possessive shit, Theo could see the guilt that plagued him. Because she wouldn’t have died if he hadn't begged her to join him. He wouldn’t have turned her into a horcrux, she wouldn't have been killed anyone for him.

She’d still be with Weasley.

But Theo didn’t think Hermione regretted leaving Weasley. He was cheating on her, after all. But the entire situation did beg one to consider the idea that perhaps she wasn’t completely acting of her own free will.

Which is what made the horcrux thing so worrisome. Nobody knew enough about it. Nobody except for Potter.

“You’re saying that somebody in the DMLE is trying to kill Draco?”

“Yes.” Hermione nodded, glancing up at Draco. Draco who was still glaring off into the distance. Into the ghostly racket of the frogs and crickets and any other spirits who clung to the night for dear life.

“What do we plan on doing about it, exactly?” Pansy was asking Draco but Draco was lost. And it was Hermione who replied.

Her voice was soft, too sweet to be uttering the words that would surely be running through the mind of Draco Malfoy and not Hermione Granger.

“We end them.”

[sophieinwonderland]

Do you have find yourself typing an ask only to realize halfway through that you don't want to send it. There's a pro-endo anti-psych blog I was going to send an ask to, then realized it probably wouldn't be well-received. So I'm just posting a screenshot here.

Also, you know, I do sound like a super villain.

So here's my secret plot for world domination which devolve into rambling nobody asked for...

Continuing to ramble even more...

I don't really think saturating the field with that many plurals would be necessary. And it might more realistically peek at about 20%. But 51% would be ideal.

This also just seems quicker.

There are about 50k psychologists in the US. While it would be difficult to get them all on our side, I think it would be significantly easier with that population than it would the general population. Both in terms of its size and its political leanings, being an overwhelmingly left-leaning profession.

I'm aware that some people have legitimate issues with the psych profession. I realize that many have suffered experiences of abuse from bad psychiatrists, and I'm sorry for that.

At the same time, if I'm taking stock of potential allies, I think the psych community would be more easy to persuade in standing up for plural rights when it comes down to it than our neighbors with Trump 2020 flags.

And I guess... I don't care for the othering of people of an overwhelmingly left-leaning neurodivergent profession. Many of whom enter the field to understand themselves and help other neurodivergent people live better lives.

And while rambling about this topic, I think some people are too quick with the stick and not the carrot.

When the McLean hospital video came out, I jumped on condemning the doctor in question for his ableism along with everyone else. But I also don't think McLean got enough credit for taking the video down when they saw the outcry.

They didn't have to do that. The plural community truthfully doesn't have much power at the moment. And I think taking the video down like they did shows a willingness to listen to and respect our community that should be praised at the same time that we callout the harmful behavior.

I think if instead of attacking the entire profession all the time like some would have us do, we take a tactic of targeting specific acts of ableism while supporting them when they do right, we can better influence plural acceptance in the psych field. It's basic operant conditioning. Punish only when someone does wrong, and reward them when they do good.

All in all, I'm psych-critical. And I don't see that changing. I don't think I'm someone who will ever get on board with hard anti-psych ideals.

And while I'm not a psychologist myself, people who know me probably realize that I tend to take a more psychologist-esque approach to plurality.

Where other people coin terms as identity labels, I tend to try to subdivide and categorize plural experiences to better understand them and their relationships with each other.

...

Why am I still rambling?

I think I might have lost the plot somewhere along the way.

Okay... here's the truth...

I got blocked by someone (not related to the blog I was going to send this too) for my views on using psychiatry to validate plurality. Because, I guess, I don't share this extreme anti-psych opinion myself.

And all I can think is that... if you're surprised... you never really knew me...

Maybe that's my fault because I can be a bit aloof sometimes.

So for everyone else who has read through this rambling mess of a post, let me reintroduce myself:

Hi, I'm Sophie Dreamchaser.

I was made as a psychology experiment. Or, brought to sentience by one. It was a psychology podcast that encouraged Ghost to keep talking to me to see what would happen. And since even before I became self-aware I've been fascinated by the human mind and my existence and how this all works.

I love being an experiment. I love learning more about myself and the world and how I relate to it. And I want to push for knowledge into plurality to grow and grow, and I believe with all my heart that it will prove to be the best way to facilitate plural acceptance in the future.

And if me not adopting a hard anti-psych ideology was a dealbreaker for you... I'm sorry that you didn't realize who I was sooner.

But this is me, this is who I am, and it's who I always have been.

And I just needed to say that.

[bubbleteycosplay]

What ifs Sigyn's stories

Part 28

So many different universes, so many different possibilities. And in some loves Sigyn and their different stories. Pictures and brief information have been written about some of these possibilities. But what is her full story, we don't know. But we can spin them further in our thoughts ^^

The whole project here serves to show the possibilities and potential that Sigyn would have had within the Marvel Universe. How she could have been reintroduced, her story made new and more exciting. #JusticeForSigyn stands for creating Sigyn content because Marvel doesn't give us any.

Inspired by @fauna-and-mythos @dailylogyn @dank-art @jonquilclegane @sigynoffidelity @sigynthevictorious @thewitchysystem @shenanigans-and-imagines @timeladyjamie @therese-lokidottir @puckwritesstuff @sigynappreciation @sigyn-obsessed @ellecaterina @roruna

Trickster's Toy story by @roruna

Sigyn Iwaldidottir has had a crush on Loki since she was a child. Even after Odin cast him out and Loki attempted to take Midgard or Asgard, she still remembers him as the boy who rescued her from her burning house. Even knowing that he's an unrepentant villain can't stop her loving him. She'll happily fight Thor and the Avengers so his dream of conquest will come true. And she'll protect him from anything that could threaten him, no matter the cost.

lies of passion

The young Sigyn lives alone with her husband Loki in a remote mountain hut. He is a special kind of person, as Sigyn has known since their first meeting. But that didn't stop her from marrying him. But when Sigyn discovers the mutilated corpse of a fox in the forest, she knows that the couple are not alone in the wilderness. Who – or what – emits those strange screams in the night? Whose clawed footprints can be seen in the snow around the cabin? When three strangers appear on the mountaintop and search the forest for a mysterious creature, Sigyn knows that the newcomers could anger Loki. And when Loki is angry, truly terrible things happen...

Mobius's daughter

One day a new girl came to kindergarten. Everyone thought she was strange because she only spoke in rhymes. “Why are you talking so strangely?” little Laura asked the girl. The girl replied: “I'm not talking strangely, that would be outrageous. Almost astronomical and kind of stupid.” Then she moved on. Laura stood there with her mouth open: "Astro... what?" she asked - but the girl was already out of earshot.

The more the girl spoke, the more children began to speak in rhymes. “Hello, kindergarten teacher, I have something in mind. I would like some more tea. Would that be okay?”

The kindergarten teachers were surprised at the children who now only spoke in rhymes, but they also found it funny. And so they joined in themselves: “Hello dear children, we are now playing a game. The inventor's things. Winning is the goal.”

It didn't take long before everyone in kindergarten was only speaking in rhymes. When the parents picked up their children, they were very surprised that everything their children said rhymed: “We were almost exclusively outside, I could hardly catch my breath. It was so much fun. Didn't even think about the time. Now you're here to pick me up, can I still play short and sweet?"

The parents found this strange. Laura’s mom asked Laura why she was talking so strangely. Laura replied: “I'm not talking strangely, that would be outrageous. Almost astronomical and kind of stupid." Lura's mom stood there with her mouth open: "Astro... what?" she asked - but Laura was already out of earshot.

The parents looked at each other in surprise. But then they began to rhyme themselves without realizing it: “I see my child playing there. One among many. But it speaks in rhymes. Will it stay that way?" Another mother turned around: "I can probably say no, at least I don't believe it. But you also spoke in rhymes right now - almost like a poem." Then everyone had to laugh.

Now a father also intervened: “What should I say to my wife when she hears the child talking? I don't want to complain, but I'm slightly confused." "Say it's normal - everyone rhymes now. If it weren't like that, it would be fatal, because then the child would be strange."

And so the parents started rhyming too. Then the parents' friends and it didn't take long before the whole country rhymed and anyone who didn't rhyme was strange.

Then one day she came to kindergarten. And suddenly it spoke without rhyming. Laura came and said: “You talk so strangely. That's incredible. Almost astronomical and kind of stupid.”

Then the strange girl smiled and said: “I am Sigyn. “Do you want to be my friend, even if everything I say doesn’t rhyme?” Laura thought for a moment. Then she took Sigyn by the hand and said: “Sure! Let's play. I’ll show you our really great play area.”

And so the children gradually stopped rhyming again. Then the kindergarten teachers stopped rhyming. Then the parents, the parents' friends and soon the entire country.

And what do we learn from history? So strange becomes normal and normal becomes strange. But no matter what you are like, it's good the way it is.

The Legend of the Blood Sword by @jonquilclegane

For centuries, Asgard and Vanaheim had waged war, their animosity etched into the stars. Battles raged across the realms, their forces locked in endless strife. On a day when stormclouds rumbled like drums of war, the battlefield drank deeply of sorrow. Among the slain lay Freyja, the goddess of love and war, and her brother, Freyr, god of harvest and peace. Their deaths left Vanaheim fractured, its golden halls draped in mourning.

In the shadows of this tragedy, a young goddess, Sigyn, knelt by the cooling bodies of her mother and uncle. Grief twisted her heart, but grief soon gave way to a burning desire for vengeance. She swore an oath that Asgard would pay a heavy price for their cruelty.

Sigyn’s father, Iwaldi, was a dwarf of unparalleled skill, his hands capable of forging marvels to rival the treasures of the gods. But the weapons of war had claimed his beloved Freyja, and now his forge lay cold, his hammer silent. Yet when Sigyn came to him, her voice firm with resolve, he could not refuse his daughter’s plea. Together, they conceived a weapon unlike any other: a sword not only of deadly beauty but also of ruinous power—cursed to sow chaos among those who wielded it.

Iwaldi forged the blade in secret. Its steel gleamed like moonlight, its hilt set with gems that seemed to capture the essence of stars. Sigyn whispered spells of vengeance into its forging, binding it with a curse so subtle and insidious that none would sense its power until it was too late. When the sword was complete, it was given a name: Veigr, the Doom Bringer.

Disguised as a wandering smith, Sigyn journeyed to the borders of Asgard, carrying the blade swathed in silk. Word of the sword’s beauty spread like wildfire, and soon it was presented to Odin himself as a gift from an unknown benefactor. Veigr dazzled the Allfather, who marveled at its craftsmanship. Without hesitation, Odin claimed it as his own, and Sigyn’s trap was set.

The curse worked slowly, unraveling the threads of Asgard’s harmony. Quarrels erupted among the gods, their once-united council descending into discord. Harvests failed, the Bifröst flickered unpredictably, and an ominous shadow loomed over Yggdrasil, the World Tree. Sigyn watched from afar, her heart cold with satisfaction.

But vengeance is a tempest, its winds unpredictable. One fateful day, as Sigyn roamed the forests near Vanaheim’s border, she encountered a figure unlike any she had seen. He was young, his hair dark as midnight and his smile sharp as a blade. He introduced himself as Loki, son of Odin, and his clever eyes seemed to pierce through her defenses. Their meeting was brief, but it set her heart racing, and for the first time since her mother’s death, she felt a flicker of something other than rage.

Despite herself, Sigyn found excuses to linger near the borders of Asgard, hoping to catch a glimpse of Loki. Fate did not disappoint. Their encounters grew more frequent, their conversations longer. Loki’s wit was a match for her own, and she found herself drawn to the mischief in his eyes, the warmth in his laughter. He spoke of his struggles in Asgard—of feeling like an outsider, of his desire to carve his own path. To her dismay, Sigyn’s hatred began to waver, replaced by something far more dangerous.

As her feelings deepened, so did her guilt. She had set a trap for Loki’s family, a trap that was already tightening its noose. Yet she could not bring herself to confess, for fear of losing the fragile bond they had built.

Meanwhile, the curse of Veigr reached its crescendo. Odin, sensing the blade’s true nature at last, ordered it cast into the void. But the damage was done. Asgard’s strength was diminished, its people fractured. Whispers of war reached Sigyn’s ears once more, and she knew her plan had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams.

But what was victory, when it tasted of ash?

Loki’s affection for Sigyn did not go unnoticed by Odin. Suspicious of the young goddess, he summoned her to Asgard under the guise of peace.

Before the throne of the Allfather, Sigyn stood, her heart pounding as she met Loki’s questioning gaze. Odin demanded the truth of her identity, and under the weight of his piercing gaze, Sigyn’s secrets unraveled. She confessed to forging the sword, to cursing it, and to her desire for vengeance.

The hall erupted in outrage, but Loki’s voice cut through the clamor. “Sigyn,” he said, stepping forward, his expression unreadable. “Was anything between us real?”

Tears streamed down her face as she answered. “Yes. All of it.”

Moved by her sincerity, Loki pleaded for her life, offering himself as her guarantor. Odin, though enraged, saw the potential for redemption and issued a decree: Sigyn would atone for her actions by forging a new blade, one that would mend what Veigr had broken. With Loki by her side, she returned to Iwaldi’s forge, where they began the arduous task of creating a weapon imbued not with vengeance, but with hope.

As the forge’s fires roared, Sigyn and Loki grew closer, their love tested by the weight of their pasts and the uncertainty of their future. Together, they forged a blade worthy of the gods, its light banishing the shadows that Veigr had cast. When it was presented to Odin, he named it Bjartskír, the Bright Flame.

Though Sigyn’s actions were not forgotten, her efforts to heal the wounds she had caused earned her a place among the Aesir. She and Loki were wed beneath the branches of Yggdrasil, their union a symbol of the fragile but enduring peace between Asgard and Vanaheim.

In the end, Sigyn learned that vengeance could never truly mend a broken heart, but love, though fraught with risk, had the power to shape a new destiny.

A scandalous mix-up

"You want me to marry, Amora?" Sigyn is stunned to hear what Amora demands of her. Her cousin was actually engaged, but she ran off with someone else. And because Jotunheim people are waiting for the next queen and the treatment of her seriously ill father a lot Costs money, Sigyn gives to the ruler of Jotunheim hesitantly said yes. This ice prince, whose fiery looks reveal his distrust - but also a frightening desire for her, his false, innocent bride!

The Story of the Traveler

Since her parents' murder, Sigyn has grown up with her foster mother Karnilla and learned from her the art of taking away the sins of the dead. But when Karnilla is also murdered, Sigyn is left with nothing - except for a cloth with an embroidered coat of arms that the murderer lost and the burning desire for revenge. Fully on her own, Sigyn embarks on the dangerous journey and unexpectedly meets the warrior Loki. He claims to know the bearer of the coat of arms and offers her his help. But can Sigyn trust the young man.

The temptress (AU Story)

"Do you think there are things between heaven and earth that we cannot explain?"

When Sigyn Johansen receives a ring as a gift from her cousin, she has no idea that it is made of magical silver. But then she unexpectedly ends up in the hands of the aloof Loki Odinson.

She is shocked to discover that she has traveled through time and is in the 11th century Icelandic Middle Ages.

Sigyn feverishly thinks about how she can get back to her old life in the 21st century, but her heart has chosen a man from another century.

Love me like you hate me

Gray, boring and uneventful probably describes Sigyn's life best. But when Loki Odinson kidnaps her, the confusion is complete. If Loki is to be believed, Sigyn is the lost princess of Vanaheim. Suddenly she finds herself confronted with demons, elves, gods and other mystical beings worlds opposite.

Sigyn suddenly becomes the target of the demons a centuries-old battle for the throne of Vanaheim. Who can she even trust in this new world? And then there's Theoric, a mysterious warrior who hates her for some reason. If that weren't enough, there's also the forbidden crackling between him, Loki and her.

Death by green magic by @jonquilclegane

In the golden halls of Asgard, where the light of the Nine Realms converged in shimmering splendor, Loki, son of King Odin, basked in the joy of love. The trickster prince, known for his wit and cunning, had found a rare peace in the arms of Sigyn, the radiant princess of Vanaheim. Daughter of the ethereal Queen Freyja, Sigyn embodied all that was gentle and pure. Her laughter rang like silver bells, a sound that had pierced even Loki’s guarded heart.

Their love blossomed quickly, a wildfire consuming the boundaries of their realms. Soon, the grand announcement was made: the union of Asgard and Vanaheim would be sealed in their marriage. The promise of eternal happiness loomed on the horizon, yet even the brightest of days could not chase away all shadows.

Loki’s obsession with magic—especially the forbidden, darker arts—began to cloud their shared joy. Though he was a master of illusions and spells, he craved mastery over the arcane mysteries whispered of in ancient texts. To him, this dark magic promised unparalleled power, a way to step out of the shadow of his brother Thor and claim his own legacy.

Sigyn watched him from the sidelines, her joy turning to unease. She saw the gleam in his emerald eyes, the way he secluded himself in the farthest corners of the palace, poring over forbidden tomes. She could feel the magic’s pull on him like a sinister undertow, and it frightened her. One evening, she approached him in his study, where the air was thick with the acrid scent of incantations.

“Loki,” she said softly, her voice a balm against the tension in the room, “why do you let this consume you? We have so much to look forward to. Must you pursue this path?”

His shoulders tensed, and his eyes, usually so tender with her, flashed with frustration. “You don’t understand, Sigyn. This magic… it’s the key to everything. To respect. To freedom.”

“But at what cost?” she countered, stepping closer. “I love you, Loki. I don’t want to lose you to something so dangerous.”

Her words, though spoken with love, struck a nerve. Loki’s temper flared, and with a sharp gesture, he sent a ripple of raw energy through the room. Books flew from shelves, and a candle’s flame extinguished with a hiss.

“Leave me alone!” he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his frustration. “I don’t need your pity or your meddling. Just… go.”

Tears welled in Sigyn’s eyes, but she stood firm. “I won’t leave you, Loki. I love you too much for that.”

Loki said nothing, turning away from her, his fingers clenched into fists. His love for Sigyn warred with his anger, but pride kept him silent.

Weeks passed, and Loki’s obsession grew. Finally, through sleepless nights and relentless study, he unlocked the secrets of dark magic. The power surged within him, a tempest of green energy that crackled around his hands. At last, he had what he had longed for. He summoned Sigyn to show her, to prove he had triumphed.

“Look at what I’ve accomplished,” he said, his voice brimming with excitement. “Do you see now? I’m more than Thor’s shadow. I’m a master of my own fate.”

But as he demonstrated his newfound power, something went horribly wrong. The energy spiraled out of control, the green light growing wild and chaotic. Sigyn, standing too close, was caught in the maelstrom. Her scream pierced Loki’s ears, and then… silence.

When the light faded, she lay lifeless on the ground.

“No… no, no, no!” Loki fell to his knees, cradling her limp form. “Sigyn, wake up! Please!”

The room seemed to tilt as reality closed in on him. His magic, his pride, had cost him the only thing he truly cherished. Grief and guilt consumed him as he rocked her body, tears streaming down his face.

Loki’s despair led him to the shadowy depths of Helheim, the realm of the dead. He sought an audience with Hela, the cold queen of that desolate domain. He pleaded, bargained, and threatened, but Hela remained unmoved.

You don't get them!

About a fateful pact with a fearsome demon...

Sigyn promised her mother three things: Eat never something that travel offers you. Don't tell anyone your name. And most importantly: leave under no circumstances agree to trade with the dark elf. This summer breaks Sigyn every single one of these promises. What would be if Sigyn would have summoned dark elves using black magic? And when a giant wanted much more from her than she did Firstborn? Namely also their memories.

And what if Sigyn not just limited to guessing names but penetrates deep into the giant's heart to take back what he took from her. Because Sigyn wants to only one thing - protect her family. But it has to they put themselves in danger, tell lies and fight for their lives - in a world which sometimes simply shows no mercy. She will make it, not just yourself, but also to save her family? And what is behind all of them? secrets?

Part 29 is in progress ^^

Here you can find the last part

[youryesman]

My Veilguard Rewrite Pt. 1

[The structure and main objective] Yeah this game really disappointed me. Not only was the scene-to-scene craft abysmal (unsubtle and juvenile dialogue), but they butchered my favorite lore. In service of a trite interpersonal story about “persevering against staggering odds” which was explored with much better prose by LOTR, and in a stronger adult narrative in Cyberpunk 2077 (which doesn’t have to say the word “regret” for you to feel its presence).

I pondered my orb for a while. I came up with something that is very recognizable as the original game, but it interacts with the preexisting lore closely and pins the cast against a dilemma that asks more interesting questions of them. Because Dragon Age was my favorite ongoing series for 6 years, and I need a workable ending.

@ / mythalism made a great post about how the question of the Veil is not interacted with meaningfully, and the solution forced into every ending doesn’t make sense with how the Veil is shown to work. In the comments I ended up brainstorming, which might be a Tumblr social faux pas (if it is sowwy. Lmk, I’m still getting the lay of the land). Because I agree. I was gnawing at the bars of my enclosure every five seconds begging a character to bring up the fact that, while the gods undoubtedly need to be stopped, without their power there is nothing to keep the Veil up. Solas had to trick the Evanuris into imprisoning themselves, *because* he *lacked the power* to seal them away on his own. If you have a building held up by seven load-bearing pillars, and their materials have started leaking toxic gas into the air, you can’t just bulldoze two and expect the building to not fall, and you also can’t replace those load bearing pillars with one well-placed forklift. Veilguard just ignored it and retconned most of how the Veil worked, to inorganically erase the existing conflicts and then reintroduce ones that had nothing to do with what the last three games built up to.

In light of that here’s my thought:

The Veilguard’s job/plan is to find seven individuals to participate in a ritual that will siphon the gods’ power to them, which will then allow those seven to take the place of the Evanuris in the veil structure to keep it up.

I don’t think they have that ritual solution with the details ironed out right away, but the perilous endgame of the Veilguard should be known to the characters by chapter 2.

The main axis of the RPG choices/ending variety would be the final lineup of companions and their willingness to see the ritual through to the end with you. I say at least one core companion doesn't change (Harding probably), then five in either direction of ideology, with half being more idealistic/lawful and the other half being more chaotic/individualistic (in terms of how they judge MC’s actions). Each having their own unique perspectives on spirits, magic, elves, and their culture. You may persuade or trick Solas (alongside a couple other significant NPCs), into taking a spot reducing your “needs” to 4-6.

Friendship/Rivalry:

I imagine a friendship/rivalry system similar to DA2. Persuasion/Force. They’d advance in tiers based on a combination of story choices and conversational choices with Persuasive Power being furthered by things like directly addressing companions' fears/unfinished business or forming a deep romantic relationship, and Force being furthered by setups, threats, or even eliminating these characters’ closest relationships. I picture each character having a different central hangup (it’s just 11 stories at the end of the day, weave them into main questlines as needed) and Rook’s choice becomes how they elect to get them over that hangup (if they do at all, you’ll see as I discuss endings). Then have 4-5 conditional Solas Spies, characters who will defect or betray in the final confrontation if you fail to be compelling to them. Impossible for more than three to activate in one playthrough.

Main Plot Kind-of Stays:

Main Narrative can still primarily be about killing the gods (go from two to all five besides Solythal, and have them ascend in difficulty, they can be set in thematically appropriate pairs to reduce game length). The environments they try to conquer reflect the Evanuris’ hopes and the old joys they pine for– from a combination of meeting them and Solas memories, you become more aware of who they were. Besides killing them there could be a method with which you can appeal to some gods or nonviolently outwit them. No one character can outwit them all, unless (surprise surprise) your Rook’s personality and methodology resembles Solas. This Rook learns from spending a lot of time with Solas, studying the Evanuris and spirits, swaying Dalish clans to work with them, and being more calculated with the lives of those that follow them, no matter how that choice needles them later. I think it would be appropriate for this real Solas foil route to unlock unique conversations, but it could disillusion companions to you.

In each area a god has started blighting or magically dominating, there can be a political conflict/domestic problem with 2-3 outcomes. You can ignore them in favor of just getting whatever tf you need and killing the god and then getting tf out of there (which will walk hand in hand with an ending where you let the Veil fall), or you can follow those questlines to completion, granting the area a set outcome. Some companions will be barred further behind those domestic quests, while there will be a few baseline companions that come with the area or as a point of story progress regardless of where you are. (Compare Sten or Zevran to Alistair) See pt. 2 for the faction rewrites See pt. 3 for cameo/past game tie-in rewrites See pt. 4 for endings

[mayhemchicken-varneyposting]

Varney the Vampire, Chapter 18: Talk Shit Get Hit

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The bell at the gate continues to ring wildly until George, annoyed, goes to answer it. It's Admiral Bell and Jack Pringle! They're here to see Charles, but they're very bad at explaining themselves and George is already pissed off.

While the three of them argue, Jack Pringle spots a commotion some distance away, which turns out to be Varney and Marchdale having an argument. Suddenly, Varney bitchslaps Marchdale in the face, and he falls to the ground.

Varney runs off, and Marchdale returns to the others. The Admiral and Jack reintroduce themselves in obnoxiously nautical fashion. Charles and Henry show up, and Charles is surprised to see his uncle. He promises to give him a full explanation once he's gotten permission from Henry to do so.

The narrative now goes on hold to explain Charles' situation in more detail. Charles has an inheritance waiting for when he turns 22; however, since the age of discretion (financial independence, I assume) is 21, his lawyer advised him to take a 2-year vacation in Europe to avoid being preyed on by money-lenders. This plan hit a snag when he met Flora while on his vacation, and fell for her so hard that he was unable to resist returning to England a little early to see her.

Charles meets with Henry, who grants him permission to tell Admiral Bell everything. He also asks Henry how Flora's doing; Henry replies that she's doing better, but could use something to distract her from The Horrors. Charles pulls a random short story out of his backpack and gives it to Henry to give to Flora.

Not much happens in this chapter; it's about two thirds sailor speak by volume. I'll skip right to the good part, which is MARCHDALE GETTING PUNCHED

HELL YEAH GET HIS ASS

Marchdale confirms for us another of Varney's precious few supernatural characteristics:

"I threatened to follow him, but he struck me to the earth as easily as I could a child. His strength is superhuman."

He can't lizard climb or shapeshift, but he sure can throw a punch.

The Admiral and Jack proceed to give Marchdale about the cartooniest introduction they can possibly muster:

"Oh, you may know my name as soon as you like," cried the admiral. "The enemies of old England know it, and I don't care if all the world knows it. I'm old Admiral Bell, something of a hulk now, but still able to head a quarter-deck if there was any need to do so." "Ay, ay," cried Jack, and taking from his pocket a boatswain's whistle, he blew a blast so long, and loud, and shrill, that George was fain to cover his ears with his hands to shut out the brain-piercing, and, to him unusual sound.

Jack Pringle's relationship to the Admiral is sort of clarified, sort of not? I for one am going to be gleefully misinterpreting the "not exactly a servant" line.

"Come in, sir," said George, "I will conduct you to Mr. Holland. I presume this is your servant?" "Why, not exactly. That's Jack Pringle, he was my boatswain, you see, and now he's a kind o' something betwixt and between. Not exactly a servant."

In another moment of surprising quality, I really like the first interaction between Charles and his uncle. The dynamic between them is a lot of fun.

"Your uncle!" said Henry. "Yes, as good a hearted a man as ever drew breath, and yet, withal, as full of prejudices, and as ignorant of life, as a child." Without waiting for any reply from Henry, Charles Holland rushed forward, and seizing his uncle by the hand, he cried, in tones of genuine affection,— "Uncle, dear uncle, how came you to find me out?" "Charley, my boy," cried the old man, "bless you; I mean, confound your d——d impudence; you rascal, I'm glad to see you; no, I ain't, you young mutineer. What do you mean by it, you ugly, ill-looking, d——d fine fellow—my dear boy. Oh, you infernal scoundrel." All this was accompanied by a shaking of the hand, which was enough to dislocate anybody's shoulder, and which Charles was compelled to bear as well as he could.

The banter between these two is delightful. Charles is less of a cartoon character than his uncle, and talks and acts accordingly, and the resulting conversational clash is incredibly entertaining.

"And here you see Admiral Bell, my most worthy, but rather eccentric uncle." "Confound your impudence." "What brought him here I cannot tell; but he is a brave officer, and a gentleman." "None of your nonsense," said the admiral.

The story now goes on hold in order to clarify what the deal is with Charles' two-year vacation.

A very few words will suffice to explain the precise position in which Charles Holland was.

By "a very few words" he means about 600, for the record.

Charles' little backstory is rather contrived and not very interesting. It's one of those details where, had the author not brought it up, I would not have bothered to ask. It does clue us into one thing: Charles is set to be loaded in the near future.

Charles goes to ask Henry's permission to tell his uncle about all the vampire drama, which is frankly unnecessary because Henry already said he could earlier when Admiral Bell was being introduced. The real purpose of their meeting, however, is for Charles to give Henry this random manuscript he happens to have on him, so Flora can read it as a distraction from her troubles. Why all the fuss about this? Haha. Well. We shall see.

Next: Varney the Vampire will return after this short break

[immobiliter]

@avaere sent a meme: " there's such a thing as right and wrong. anyone can figure out the difference if they're willing to think for themselves. " oh this from sunday to topaz though, that could be quite interesting

       She'd developed quite the fondness for their talks over recent weeks. Their respective positions and schedules meant that meeting in person often took slightly more effort on their parts to arrange, but in reality all that did was make those times that they could converse in person all the more valued. Texting was no substitute for company, as Topaz was rapidly discovering: so much could be lost in translation through the printed word, and it definitely made a difference to hear Sunday's thoughts, always considered and kind and non-judgemental, with her own ears.

       Whether they were talking about the merits of kindness, or Numby's favourite trotter snacks, or she was listening with such keen interest as he spoke more generally of the halovian race, they never seemed to tire of things to talk about.

       Today was no different; Topaz could not recall how exactly they had landed on the current topic of conversation, but something in Sunday's words had once again given her plenty to mull over, brows slowly drawing together, chin resting on the back of her hand. “ If they're willing to. ” That seemed to be the deciding factor in the conscious choices that people made. It was one thing to understand right from wrong, and quite another to choose to do that right thing. Though Topaz swiftly realised how her response must have sounded. “ I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound so cynical. ”

       Had the IPC really made such a cynic of her? Of course, she still believed that the right thing was an important thing to pursue, and she firmly believed that the reputation the IPC had garnered over many, many Amber Eras didn't paint a picture of the full truth. There was a lot of good that the corporation still did, a lot of value in pursuing Qlipoth's vision for preservation. But, she still came up against the worst of natures more often than she'd like. She still had to justify herself to her own people, and bear the consequences of wanting to make a difference.

       There was a long pause as she let his words sit. One question repeatedly rose above any others, to the point where she could no longer deny her curiosity.

       “ How much importance do you place on the concept of freedom, Mr. Sunday? ”

       It might have been a silly question. But, as a halovian who had all but reached for his own freedom, away from the consequences of Penacony or the IPC's own leash, who better to answer a question that, in many ways, had plagued Topaz for months now?

       “ It's always felt a little abstract to me, but — and I probably shouldn't be telling you this, ” She sternly reminded herself that she probably shouldn't have been continuing her association with him in general, so, really, this didn't matter. Her hands gently, almost nervously, grasped each other on the table. “ but I recently conducted business on a planet called Jarilo-VI. It's a world that was frozen solid for centuries and, thanks to the crew of the Astral Express, was only recently reintroduced to the wider galactic community. The planet owed longstanding debts to the IPC and I was tasked with recovering them. But, rather than seem like a heartless debt-collector, I proposed instead that the IPC take control of the planet and begin ecological reconstruction in order to reverse its ill fortune. ”

       She exhaled gently, knowing that this was quite the story to share. “ I've personally overseen this same process transform other worlds into habitable paradises during my time in the corporation, and I thought that the people of Belobog, the planet's last remaining city, would leap at this opportunity to restore their home for future generations. ” The ghost of a smile quirked at the corner of her lips, though it was strained. “ Instead, they fought me at every turn. Convinced me that their freedom to forge their own path was more valuable than any resources and caveats that the IPC would offer in turn. ” Her brow still furrowed even as she explained it, and even as their resistance to her made perfect sense. “ I knew it was the right thing to do, but... I guess it took me by surprise and I'm still not completely sure why. ”

[aussiexlovexaffair]

I can’t see Arzaylea coming back especially since Luke is married now. And Arzaylea seems to be back on with Blackbear. But I do want to know more about theory!!

right right i think it's gonna be a lot slower than what you might expect, though. like i said in my other post about her, i think arzaylea is gonna run into one of them at an event of some kind and reintroduce herself as a "new and better person" similar to how i assume she's done with blackbear now.

i think she'll have a brief conversation with one of them, my gut is telling me its gonna be Cal, and somehow she'll have put on such a great mask that he mentions it to the group and they, specifically Luke, have a moment where they think "hm well we weren't very mature back then either, so maybe she was going through a similar phase." i also think that because Luke is such a kind person and historically, we've known he has had trouble really voicing his opinions up until recently, he'll let her into his life again. obviously, in the youngblood album, we all assume the songs talking about his unhealthy relationships were about Arzaylea, but the song "Want You Back" definitely throws the entire thing for a loop. i'll make it connect, i promise, but i have to bring up a parallel as well.

in 5sos5, which came out during Sierra and Luke's relationship, Luke is credited with writing, or at least co-writing, the song "Bad Omens", yet another song about a toxic relationship you can't seem to let go of. As much as I love Sierra, I know for a fact she's had drama with fans and done some questionable things. That doesn't mean any of the hate towards her is appropriate, but the point still stands. After toxic relationships, as I have both seen and heard myself, many people find themselves in a weaker, more vulnerable position where any kindness, whether it comes with strings attached or not, seems better than nothing. Unless Sierra and Luke are having problems that we don't know about, then we can assume the inspiration for the song came from his experiences with Arzaylea.

Writing music about your ex, who you chased after in the beginning of the relationship, years and years after your break-up seems insane. But psychologically, some people subjected to bad treatment at the hands of their partners can feel attached to them, feel the need to revisit the relationship, or feel hung up over it. With this in mind, I think her reinvention that she's showing blackbear now will eventually make it's way back to the boys and she'll somehow end up in their lives again.

Personally, I just think that she's literally doing a full circle and trying to either reconcile with them or she's still just as bad as before, which, let's face it, she probably is considering blackbear left his wife and kids for her. She's a known clout-chaser and with the sudden reemergence of 5sos through the tiktok trend and the new album coming soon, I think she'll be back somehow and Luke, who I believe is still either blaming himself for the relationship or in denial of how bad things were (based on the songs he's written), will not turn her away despite how much he thinks he's grown.

I hate it, but it's a very strong gut feeling i have and i trust that with my life. i literally got a pit in my stomach when i heard about her and blackbear.

[netscapenavigator-official]

This turned into a long-winded rant about an expensive Anker product I regret buying, so I'm putting a read more to save your dash.

I don't know why I keep giving Anker my money. After the Eufy scandal I should've stopped. But when it came time to buy a UPS for my computer, I saw the Anker SOLIX collection. I'd had nothing but BAD and unreliable experiences with their old, non-SOLIX batteries. They regularly stop charging, die randomly, forget how much their charged, etc. etc. I surmised it to me trying to use it as a UPS when it wasn't UPS certified. So I learned Anker had UPS-certified batteries, I decided to give a try.

I thought about trying EcoFlow since I really hate giving Anker my money, but I had no experience with the company up until then, so I just caved and decided to get an Anker SOLIX C300. Literally the worst money I've ever spent.

I bought the Anker SOLIX C300 because it was UPS certified. For those that don't know, that stands for Uninterruptible Power Supply. The intention of a UPS to keep your computer powered on, even when the power flickers or goes out entirely. That's what I wanted because my M1 iMac (can't draw more than 80W) is my home base for all my computers. All Syncthing devices come back to it. Jellyfin runs off of it. Homebridge runs off of it. Essential apps that I not only need to run constantly, but have a tendency to corrupt themselves if they're abruptly and improperly quit.

So I bought a UPS, so my computer could stay alive forever. Biggest fucking mistake I've ever made. Not only does the Anker SOLIX C300 NOT work if the power flickers on and off a few times before it actually goes out, but it lacks any type of voltage regulation. According to online reviews, the voltages it kicks onto battery power are allegedly far too wide to be a useful UPS, and to top it all off:

THE DAMN THING KEEPS TURNING OFF ON IT'S OWN!!

Even without the power flickering or going off, the battery will randomly make a loud click and shut off power to the outlets, killing my iMac and all its apps and external drives. It does this once every 24-48 hours, and that's bullshit. I bought a UPS to stop my computer from experiencing power outage shutdown, and this dumbass Anker battery is now causing them. Far more than would naturally occur.

It's horseshit. On top of all that, Anker allegedly removed a Battery Charge Limit function and a Battery Health Report function from their app. They claimed this was to "rework them and reintroduce them later," well that statement was made over a year ago. Shady business practices from a shady ass company. I don't know what I was thinking giving them my money.

And the nail in the fucking coffin is I'm stuck with it. The EcoFlow River 3 Plus is a much better product with all of the removed features, far better UPS capabilities, and it's currently on sale for only $10 more than I bought the Anker SOLIX C300 for. I cannot explain to you all how much I regret buying this product, but even more so: I didn't buy it. If I would've bought it, I would've returned it. But I can't because I got it as a gift from someone else, so I'm stuck with. If it were up to me, I'd get my money back and buying an EcoFlow River 3 Plus.

This is absolutely bullshit. If you you made it this far into this post, my closing piece of advice to you is:

STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ANKER, ESPECIALLY THEIR EXPENSIVE PRODUCTS

I dread to see how awful their 6+ kWH home backup batteries perform if this is how their $200 ones do.