#this is a long shot i know but if anyone has a magic trick or smt i guess its worth a shot

[sillyfroggremlin]

kinda random but do any of my fellow migraine sufferers have any tips ?

[physalian]

What No One Tells You About Writing Fantasy

Every author has their preferred genres. I love fantasy and sci-fi, but began with historical fiction. I hated all the research that historical fiction demands and thought, if I build my own world, no research required.

Boy, was I wrong.

So to anyone dipping their toe into fantasy/sci-fi, here’s seven things I wish I knew about the genres before I committed to writing for them.

1. You still have to research. Everything.

If you want any of your fantasy battle sequences, or your space ships, or your droids and robots, or your fictional government and fictional politics to read at all believable.

In sci-fi, you research astronomy, robotics, politics, political science, history, engineering, anthropology. In fantasy, you have to research historical battle tactics, geography, real-world mythology, folklore, and fairytales, and much of it overlaps with science fiction.

I say you *have to* assuming you want your work to be original and unique and stand out from the crowd. Fanfic writers put in the research for a 30k word smut fic, you can and will have to research for your original work.

2. Naming everything gets exhausting

I hate coming up with new names, especially when I write worlds and places divorced from Earthly customs and can’t rely on Earthly naming conventions. You have to name all your characters, all your towns, villages, cities, realms, kingdoms, planets, galaxies, star systems.

You have to name your rebel faction, your imperial government, significant battles. Your spaceships, your fantasy companies and organizations, your magic system, made-up MacGuffins, androids, computer programs. The list goes on and on and on.

And you have to do it all without it sounding and reading ridiculous and unpronounceable, or racist. Your fantasy realms have to have believable naming patterns. It. Gets. Exhausting.

3. It will never read like you’re watching a movie

Do you know how fast movies can cut between scenes? Movies can balance five plotlines at once all converging with rapid edits, without losing their audience. Sometimes single lines of dialogue, or single wordless shots are all a scene gets before it cuts. If you try to replicate that by head-hopping around, you will make a mess.

It’s perfectly fine to write like you’re watching a movie, but you can’t rely on visual tricks to get your point across when all you have is text on a page – like slow mo, lens flares, epically lit cinematic shots, or the aforementioned rapid edits.

It doesn’t have to, nor should it, look like a movie. Books existed long before film, so don’t let yourself get caught up in how ~cinematic~ it may or may not look.

4. Your space opera will be compared to Star Wars and Star Trek

And your fairy epic will be compared to Tinkerbell, your vampires to Twilight, your zombies to The Walking Dead, Shaun of the Dead, World War Z. Your wizards and witches and any whisper of a fantasy school for fantasy children will be compared to Harry Potter. Your high fantasy adventure will be compared to Lord of the Rings.

You can’t avoid it, but you can avoid doing it to yourself. When people ask about your book, let them say “oh, you mean like Star Wars” to which you then can say, kind of, except XYZ happens in my book. These IPs will never fade from the public consciousness, not while you exist to read this post, at least, but Harry Potter isn’t the only urban fantasy out there. Lord of the Rings isn’t the only high fantasy. Star Wars isn’t the only space opera.

Yours will be on the shelves right next to them, soon enough, and who knows? You might dethrone them.

5. Your world-building is an iceberg, and your book is the tip

I don’t pay for any of those programs that help you organize your book and mythos. I write exclusively on Apple Notes, MS Word, and Google Suite (and all are free to me). I have folders on Apple Notes with more words inside them than the books they’re written for.

If you try to cram an entire college textbook’s worth of content into your novel, you will have left zero room for actual story. The same goes for all the research you did, all the hours slaving away for just a few details and strings of dialogue.

There’s a balance, no matter how dense your story is. If you really want to include all those extra details, slap some appendices at the end. Commission some maps.

6. The gatekeeping for fantasy and sci-fi is still very real

Pen names and pseudonyms exist for a reason. A female author writing fantasy that isn’t just a backdrop for romance? You have a harder battle ahead of you than your male counterparts, at least in the US. And even then, your female protagonist will be scrutinized and torn apart.

She’ll either be too girly or not girly enough, too sexy, or not sexy enough. She’ll be called a Mary Sue, a radical feminist mouthpiece, some woke propaganda. Every action she takes will be criticized as unrealistic and if she has fans who are girls, they will be mocked, too.

If you have queer characters, characters of color, they won’t be good enough, they won’t please everyone, and someone will still call you a bigot. A lot of someones will still call you a bigot.

Do your due diligence and hire your army of sensitivity readers and listen to them, but you cannot please everyone, so might as well write to please yourself. You’re the one who will have to read it a thousand times until it’s published.

7. Your “original” idea has been done before, and that’s okay

Stories have been told since before language evolved. The sum of the parts of your novel may be original, but even then, it’s colored by the media you’ve consumed. And that’s okay!

How many Cinderella stories are there? How many high fantasies? How many books about werewolves and witches and vampires? Gods and goddesses and celestial beings? Fairies and dragons and trolls? Aliens, robots, alien robots? Romeo and Juliette? Superheroes and mutants?

Zombies may be the avenue through which you tell your story, but it’s not *just* about zombies, is it? It’s about the characters who battle them, the endurance of the human spirit, or the end of an era, the death of a nation. So don’t get discouraged, everyone before you and everyone after will have written someone on the backs of what came before and it still feels new.

[rel312]

I HAD NO IDEA SEASON 2 CAME OUT ALREADY SO NOW IM GOING TO SCREAM ABOUT IT

Episode 1:

CROWLEY WANTED TO TAKE AZIRAPHALE BACK TO THE PLACE THEY FIRST MET

CROWLEY PROTECTED AZIRAPHALE FIRST IM SCREAMING

(My brother actually came into my room to tell me to shut up)

Of course Aziraphale would just forgive 8 months rent

Lmao Gabriel’s just walking down the street ass naked

Gabriel just hugged Aziraphale I can’t

“James. Long for Jim, short for Gabriel”

Crowley knows Aziraphale so well, but poor guy he only calls him for 3 reasons

Poor Crowley is trying so hard not to freak out about the “naked man friend”

The conversation between Crowley and Jim I can’t

Maggie and Nina are trapped together!!

Michael and Uriel are fighting let’s gooo

Crowley just casually let the girls out lmao

THERES AN I WAS WRONG DANCE OH MY GOD

THEYRE PERFORMING A MIRACLE TOGETHER

Aaaaaand of course it goes immediately wrong

Episode 2:

Gabriel’s wig is atrocious

IS AZIRAPHALE GOING TO BE THE SUPREME ARCHANGEL NOW

A jukebox that turns every song into Everyday like the Bentley with Queen, hmmm….

Crowley looks like a doting partner bringing his husband a drink

“Get humans wet and staring into each other’s eyes, vavoom, sorted” sir… are you telling me that’s what did it for you???

Crowley’s so confounded that Jane Austen wrote books

THE VOICE OF GOD???

HE TURNED ALL THE GOATS INTO BIRDS

Crowley scaring the kids cause they were brats but not actually killing them aww

The little girl asking to be a blue lizard with her siblings she’s so cute

CROWLEY TAUGHT AZIRAPHALE TO EAT

I cannot believe Aziraphale was the first to talk about sides I love them

Crowley and Aziraphale working together for the first time to save the kids

Aziraphale looks so shaken to have lied poor baby

Crowley babe he’s begging for you to drive him

“Our car” you can’t take it that far lol

Poor Aziraphale really thought he was gonna fall he was about to cry

Crowley was so soft in that last scene

Episode 3:

Jim’s stuff is all labeled

Aziraphale looks like a proud father to Muriel

Crowley’s moving the plants to use the car

They both look like parents I love them

Crowley brought Aziraphale to a cemetery because he thought it would amuse him, that is date behavior

Crowley is about to kill Aziraphale for changing his car

NESSIE?!?!

“Operation: Lovebirds” Crowley is such a dork

Aziraphale just is not getting anything lol

Crowley… shrunk himself??? And then grew himself????

Crowley tempted her to be good I love him

I love the very closed sign

Demons can’t enter somewhere uninvited???

He’s so angry Aziraphale might be hurt

Episode 4:

BEEBOP

“His type”????

“I remember hearing that you and Crowley were an item” HOLY SHIT

HE CALLED CROWLEY HIS GOOD FRIEND AFTER THE CHURCH!!!

“This office has gone 13 5 0 days without anyone saying ‘THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED’”

Glad to see Aziraphale in his magic era

Crowley’s impression is hilarious

“Someone you can really trust” and his first thought is Crowley 🥹

Aziraphale has a gun and Crowley has never shot one

Crowley was shaking he was so scared and Aziraphale was so proud of his trick

Furfur not knowing how to pronounce Aziraphale lmao

Sleight of hand!

Look at them finding a middle ground in shades of grey!

Lmao Crowley would murder him if he knew Aziraphale didn’t put the brakes

Episode 5:

They’re talking about Doctor Who

Aziraphale’s giving books and Crowley’s playing with crystal balls, I love them

Aziraphale being bad at French is so funny to me

Nina grilling Crowley on his relationship with Aziraphale is everything

Crowley was confronted with his feelings and immediately went out to get a drink with Aziraphale

Crowley’s so mad go off king

The matchbox!

Aww look at Crowley denying he’s nice

The romantic music while Crowley looks at Aziraphale with the chandelier

Oh. My. GOD. Jim’s suit!

Lol that’s not what I was expecting when they said masks will be provided

AZIRAPHALE WANTS TO DANCE WITH CROWLEY

THEYRE DANCING!!!!!!

“Surrender the angle”

Gabriel’s coat!!

“T. O. S. T. E.”

“You’re a good lad” “not actually, either”

“Rescuing me makes him so happy” you can’t just say things like that and expect me to be normal about it

Episode 6:

Crowley’s just bouncing around in heaven

“I’m done with being scared” *flips them the bird*

Oh sweetie, you meant well but no

“Crowley’s emotional support angel” yes, yes that’s exactly what he is

Crowley’s little supportive punch to Muriel was so cute

AZIRAPHALES HALO?!?!

THE FLY

Gabriel x Beelzebub confirmed??

The fact that Gabriel and Beelzebub were able to sort this out in a few years while it’s taken Crowley and Aziraphale 6000 is insane

And the fact that Aziraphale grabbed Crowley’s arm when he realized that

Crowley’s so impressed with Aziraphale bringing everyone to order

Aziraphale’s face at Crowley talking about Alpha Centauri

Aziraphale looking at Crowley with so much love in his eyes is giving me life

THE METATRON?!?!

Aziraphale looking to Crowley for permission I can’t

Crowley knowing Aziraphale will come back and saying they need “a little us time” at the Ritz

Crowley getting antsy that Aziraphale’s not back yet

Nina taking inspiration from Crowley and calling Maggie angel my beloved

Crowley looks devastated that Aziraphale interrupted him

Aziraphale looks so incredibly happy at getting Crowley to be an angel again but there’s no way Crowley wants that

Crowley’s getting so emotional

“Just be an us” stooooopppppp

“I need you” I can’t take this!

Nightingales

THEY KISSED!!!!!!!!!

Aziraphale touched his lips after I’m dying

Aziraphale stop being so stupid and get him back

The- the second coming??

YOU CANNOT END IT HERE

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

Please tell me there will be a season 3 I can’t handle this

[live-laugh-legolas]

Yay Fellowship HCs! What would you think of a Fellowship x witch!reader? Or Gandalf's apprentice?

So idk what kind of witch you are wanting so I’ll take some liberties because I’ll be honest I don’t know anything about witchcraft. So this is going to be a “witch” who has powers like the Scarlet Witch

Also I’ve gotten a lot of requests for a witch reader so I feel kinda bad that this one frankly lacking considering the interest but I just had a hard time with it despite loving the idea

The fellowship x witch!reader

Aragorn:

-Ngl you’re kinda scary

-But he’s super impressed

-He may have a harder time dropping formalities because you are just such a respectable being

Legolas:

-He’s facinated

-Elves have their own magic so I don’t think they have much fear about it in the right hands

-Wants to do trick shots by combining your skills with his

-I mean he never misses but imagine if you just redirected his arrow and made it faster or something

Gimli:

-Real sus of you

-Where does that red stuff come from??

-No he’s not intimidated

-And no he doesn’t think it’s kinda hot

-….Alright he likes badass strong women, sue him

Boromir:

-Has probably heard of you through stories but didn’t think they were real

-Probably a bit scared but won’t show it

-Will try and impress you

-No he’s not trying to one up you

Frodo:

-Honestly just grateful that you are on his side

-He will take whatever he can get and you are possibly the best

-Finds joy in the peaceful aspects of your powers; maybe making animal shapes or just pretty swirls

Sam:

-He will ask you to make shapes

-Loves if you can make little butterflies like Gandalf did for the children

-He’s a bit scared of you but in the sense that you are just so incredible in his eyes

-Sort of like “I can’t believe this person knows my name”

Merry:

-*you do anything with the magic* “wow”

-Immediately thinks of so many ways this can be used for pranks

-Tries to convince you to lift him with your powers so he can “fly”

Pippin:

-He will always ask you to pass him things that are far out of your reach so you will use your powers

-He really wishes he had magic too

-He will proudly tell anyone and everyone about how awesome and powerful you are

Gandalf:

-He has known you, or at least of you, for a long time

-He will give advice on how to better control your magic

-Tells you to do things saying “you are more capable” but really he just doesn’t want to do it

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I’m sorry this has taken so long to get out. And it’s not really something I’m proud of but I felt bad having it just sitting in drafts

[m0llygunn]

candy curse (eddie munson x fem!reader)

summary: like a grim curse, each and every halloween night you are doomed to the worst of belly aches... noble hearted as always, eddie works his own magic to soothe your woes

cw: candy overconsumption; no comments made by eddie (or anyone) about how much candy reader has eaten, candy being 'bad', or negative talk about eating; fluff; comfort. an: the summary makes it sound like smut but its not its just candy lol wc: 1.8k

This isn’t the first time you’ve done this. Not by a long shot. 

If truth be told, you are well versed in the Halloween candy belly aches– so well versed that it seems nearly impossible for you not to do it. Every year, belly ache after belly ache, you still remain none the wiser. There is nothing that anybody could say or do that could prevent this yearly occurrence, and Eddie is well aware of that.

“Think that’s it for the trick or treaters tonight,” he says exuding the confidence of a veteran candy-giver-outer. 

Passing from the kitchen to the front door, he locks the deadbolt, switching the front porch light out. He’s not wrong though, the last group of trick or treaters must have been an hour ago. It’s safe to say the night is yours and Eddie’s now.

“That was fun!” you sing excitedly. 

Normally the party goers, this year you both decided subdued was the move, and subdued meant handing out candy at Eddie's place for the very first time. Veteran candy-giver-outers you are not, but it was cozy and cute seeing all the kiddies parade in their costumes with Eddie. It felt like domesticity at its peak and you can only hope to see more of it in your futures. 

He crosses the living room towards the couch, aiming to sit next to you, but just nearly knocks his knee on the coffee table. The slight breeze of his close call sends a red coloured wrapper sailing to the carpeted floor, but neither of you bother with it just yet. Instead, he sits, handing you a glass of water that you didn't ask for but appreciate all the more. 

“I didn't know so many kids lived in the trailer park these days," you say, eyes following him as he settles next to you.

“Oh yeah,” he says with a chortled emphasis. “So many. Arguably too many,” he jokes. 

Taking a sip of the water, you set it down on the coffee table before leaning into Eddie. You lay your front against his side, resting your chin on his chest, tilting your face up to look at him. He meets your gaze, encouraging your closeness with arms that wrap around you, jetting out his lips— silently asking for a kiss. You close the distance without a second thought. 

It’s a chaste thing, just a peck, but he pulls back with amused eyes and a widened smile as he licks his lips. 

“You taste sweet,” he says. 

“Yeah?” you ask, licking your own lips. He’s not wrong.

He licks his lips a second time, brow inquisitively quirking upwards. “Skittles or starburst?” he questions.

Grin wide as can be, “both,” you reply. He returns your flashy smile with mirth, shaking his head. 

“Is that why you’re so sweet?” Boo. Corny and he knows it too with the way his smile pulls to the side, entirely too boyish, entirely too cute for you to call him out for it. 

The stream of cult classic horror that has been the background noise of the evening becomes the main event as you both lazy away the rest of the night. After a few minutes of silent watching and tooth rotting cuddling, the black plastic cauldron at the front door begs for your attention. All of the shimmery and shiny contents— the dragon's wealth of mini chocolate treats and the witch's hoard of chewy colorful candy, it calls for you. 

Eddie’s grip around your shoulders loosens as you slide from your spot next to him. Rolling off the couch, just barely falling to your feet, and quickly pushing up to a stance in a less than eloquent maneuver, he laughs softly as your lack of poise… or maybe he just knows what you're up to. 

In a scurry, not unlike a wild creature of the night, you dash to the front door, grabbing the thin handle of the cauldron and claiming your goods. Eddie smiles at you, eyes beaming with what you hope is adoration.

“Bring it here then. We worked hard for that,” he says, motioning his head for you to come back, patting your seat with a heavy hand. 

“Worked so hard,” you sigh through your giggle. “Seeing all of those adorable kids dressed up in cutesy costumes. Absolutely exhausting,” you continue, making Eddie laugh. Plopping back down on the couch you situate the cauldron to fit snugly between yours and Eddie’s thighs.

Like a couple of eager witches brewing the potion of the century, you and Eddie excitedly stir your hands through the cauldron, faces tilting downwards as you riffle for your pick of the metaphorical poison. 

You, a fun-size twix bar, him, a mini box of milk duds, it’s all plastic crinkles and sticky teeth between the two of you. And of course, you can’t stop at just one. The marvelous collection of candy is far too enticing to not have more. Not to mention, it really is just plain addicting. 

Brain rotting from the movie, you don’t even have the opportunity to notice how much candy you’ve eaten— especially when Eddie got up halfway through your milk-chocolate-candy-malt massacre and took all of the garbage with him. On his quick trip to the kitchen to get you a refill of water and himself a beer, he took all the physical proof of how much candy was consumed with him. At least if you saw the proof, maybe you would have gotten the hint to take it easy… or maybe you're just making excuses…

You truly had no idea how much chocolate and candy you had eaten until you felt the first sickly feeling in your stomach. Fortunately, it passed after a few minutes. Nothing a little water couldn’t fix— you made sure to drink lots. 

Some more time had passed and you kept watching the movie. Eddie, the most thoughtful, cuddly companion, had offered you half of his Kit Kat, and you couldn’t say no. Then, to your demise, he opened a full sized package of pop rocks, pouring way too much of it in your mouth and the rest into his. The two of you crackled and popped together, giggling and laughing. What an image it must have been— the two of you huddled around the cauldron still, cackling like witches over the magic of pop rocks. 

Gulping water like it’s anti-poison, you still felt relatively fine— the excitement of the night's little idiosyncrasies serving as the greatest magic circle, protecting you from yourself. 

Unfortunately, as the night dwindled and the clock struck beyond midnight, you hadn’t stopped at the pop rocks. Possessed by the ghosts of Halloween, you went in for another twix, half a box of milk duds, some more skittles, and the devil knows what else. 

You wish you could say it hit you all at once, but it was slow coming and your hand in the cauldron of candy was relentless. Eventually it was too much and you moved the cauldron to the coffee table, tapping out for the night. To say your stomach hurt was an understatement. 

In the agony of your belly ache, you bit by bit began to take over the couch, sprawling yourself over Eddie in the process. First it was simply stretching your limbs out in an attempt to alleviate the overbearing pain in your tummy, then it was a little more than that as you leaned further and further into Eddie’s side. He had accommodated you, absentmindedly scooching over so you had more space for your body to stretch out and your legs to hang over the arm of the couch. He welcomed your head into his lap, running a hand over your forehead, petting down your hair. 

Embarrassment kept you from saying anything. Every year you do this, and every year you swear up and down that it's the last. It never is, but that doesn't stop you from pretending. You put on your best brave face, but when you accidentally let out a low, zombie-like groan, Eddie looks down at you. Concern precedes his features, but amusement doesn't linger too far behind.  

“Sore belly?” he asks. You can tell he's doing his best to hold back his smile to spare your feelings but the effort clearly isn't good because the corners of his lips still turn up. 

You nod weakly, embarrassment gone with the wind. “Why didn’t you stop me?” you groan. He brings his palm to the side of your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

“It’s tradition,” he says fondly. He's not making fun of you… but he's making fun of you.

“It’s a bad tradition,” you say with a pained whine. His amusement in the matter takes over, and his good health is taunting. Totally ache free, he smiles widely at you.

“I don’t know…” he starts, eyes twinkling in a loving tease. “I always come out of it looking pretty good ‘cause I get to rub your belly and kiss you better.” 

Pouting out your lip, you frown at him, focusing all your dwindling energy into pinching your brows. He tilts his face to the side, pouting his own lip out— mocking you. 

“Eddie,” you whine, weakly lifting your arm to swat at him. He laughs, grabbing your arm and pressing a kiss to your wrist before setting it back down to your side. 

“Well, think of it this way, at least it's just candy this year. Not candy and alcohol,’ he says, raising a brow. 

Entirely unhelpful because it's entirely true— and does absolutely nothing to get rid of your belly ache. It also doesn't help that he still looks beyond pleased with himself, and you— you continue to live in envy of him for not feeling an identical wrath to the one simmering in your poor, poor tummy. 

“We’ll see how good you look when I throw up pop rocks all over you,” you mumble, cuddling closer to him, closing your eyes to help ease the pain.

“My poor baby,” he laughs. Leaning downwards, he presses a kiss to the edge of your forehead. 

“Rub my tummy please,” you ask pitifully. 

“Course,” he replies. A warm, flattened palm finds its way to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles, helping you relax, banishing the ache with each tender loving pass of his hand.

What a dreadful thing to be hexed with. Like a spell casted, damning you year after year for the rest of your life, a haunting belly ache, each and every Halloween. Jinxed by your own foolishness.

Not even a kiss from your true love could save you… you have to admit, it does help though. If you have to live with this terrible, horrible curse, you’re absolutely bewitched to have Eddie’s kisses, cuddles, and belly rubs to get you through it. 

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happy halloween ty! <3

[thequietkid-moonie]

Taking someone's place searching for safety

[ ONE-SHOT ] [ Touya Kinomoto ]

[ Card Captor Sakura ]

This idea has been living in my head for a while now, and I FINALLY was able to write it down!!! I totally loved the idea but im a little afraid that you won't

Is well known that a near-death experience can change a person, he knows that, still he doesn't really believe that excuse when it comes to you, you have been his friends for so long and he knows that something is off with you

Touya doesn't want to distrust you, specially when you have just survive an accident that almost killed you, but he can't help but feel weird when seeing you, even when you act like always it looks unnatural, like if it wasn't you, but then again, you always came with the excuse that almost dying can change anyone

Once the fuss over you finished you finally started to feel more comfortable and were able to try and start living in this new world, and, honestly, it was a little bit dificult, since you have all the knowledge that the other you had, still that doesn't make it all easy, despite having all the knowledge this was the first time you do it, so it take you a while to get used to this world. As well there was the curiosity of the new world, you wanted to see everything and experience a lot of things, but you always tried to cover it up or bring it up as a simple comment to your new friends, Yukito seem to don't mind it much while Touya always noticed your intentions but never says anything about it, at the end, you always managed to get to do what you wanted without really having to make a big deal out of it

Touya is incredibly smart and perceptive, plus with his own magic it will make it imposible for you to trick him, it didn't take him much time to understand that actually you aren't you anymore, someone else was pretending to be the one who used to be his friend, and even if he kept his guard up whenever you were around with time he got to know your true nature

Touya quickly understood that your intentions wasn't even close to be malicious, and even Yukito mentioned how you have been acting like a curious kid, so he decided to leave you be, but the desire to get to know the truth never left him, he was still worried about his friend and your attitude was so curious, besides he had start to notice that sometimes, when you are with them or even the first time you saw his sister and her friends your expression changed completely, even if it was just a second that you let the act fade away, letting him see such melancholy that even he felt like he was missing something

It was obvious that you won't say anything about this on your own, so when he couldn't hold his curiosity anymore he decided it was moment to ask you, he make sure you two were alone in a comfortable enviroment, this wouldn't be some kind of court, he just wanted to know, and he actually makes clear that he just want to know, he already know that you aren't exactly who you say to be and he will like to know why do you pretend to be his friend

He tried to be as calm as posible, but for you this was like a death sentence, you have being warn that it could be dangerous if someone found out so you tried to act innocent and ask what he was talking about, but when he insisted that he already know you couldn't do anything but start crying and apologizing, what immediatly startled Touya since this wasn't his intention

Touya did his best to help you calm down, assuring you that he only wants to know the truth, he won't tell anyone else if you prefer and even apologize if he came across as rude, after a while you finally calm down a little (thanks to his helps) and just give up, deciding to tell him everything

The truth is that you are his friend, but at the same time you're not, you are the version of them from another world and you managed to travel across the dimensions to take their place, they was supoused to die in the accident, so you just took their place that day and continue with their life

You intentions have never been bad or malicious, honestly, you just wanted to have the opportunity to actually have a life, you came from a world where even living seems like a sin, a world so hostile that everyone is searching for a way to escape, to the point that they are even willing to wander the universe for an eternity if that means getting away from there, and you were one of those who tried to escape across the universe, what you have done was an experiment, one of the first tries so there was a high chance that you soul wouldn't reach its destination and will wander around the stars until fades away at the end, and the only reason you overcome your fear and accepted it was to help the project improve and give a better change to your friends and family

You admited too that now that you are here there is no way to go back to your world, so you decided to live this new life and enjoy it since you know your loved ones will have the same opportunity soon, but is more likely that you won't see them again, at least not the ones you used to know, that is why seeing the versions of them of this world sadden you but at the same time comfort you

You know this is crazy and he probably won't believe you but that is the truth, although, at the end he believes you, or decide to do it, he knew you weren't the one he used to know, but now you are his friend too, and what kind of friend he will be if he didn't help a friend when they need it. From that day Touya started to silently help you in whatever you need, he is already used to notice those little hints of you struguling with something that is rather simple for this world (since is new for you) so now he just help you with whatever you are struguling with without even you having to ask, as well he start to bring to the conversation things that he thinks you may like and even lets you stay close to her sister if it remids you someone important

At the end Touya can't help but grow to care for you just as much as he cares for his little sister or Yukito, at the end (and thanks for telling him the truth) he grow closer to you and considere you like family, what lead him to also be protective over you in his own way

[howlingday]

Cinder Kills BMBLB

Yang: (Struggling against Cinder)

Blake: Jaune, do you think Yang can win against Cinder?

Jaune: Yang is the strongest woman I know. She's always been an absolute powerhouse who could take on the heaviest hitters, AND has the Spring Maiden power to back her up. If anyone has a shot at killing Cinder, it's-

Yang: CHOKE ME HARDER, QUEEN~!

Jaune: No, I don't think Yang is going to win.

Cinder: Did... Did you just call me "queen"?

Yang: Of course! It's always been my dream to be dominated by a strong woman!

Blake: ...

Jaune: ...YANG! SHE MURDERED ALL OF REMNANT! EVERYONE WE KNOW, AND THAT INCLUDES YOUR SISTER!

Yang: I'm about to fucking wet myself~!

Jaune: We're fucked. We're literally fucked.

Cinder: Great... ANOTHER pervert simp.

Yang: You literally look like a whore from the grimdark universe. How much gene seed did you collect in your time of only war?

Cinder: (Growls, Squeezes)

Yang: AGH~! OH~! F-FUCK~! ME~!

Cinder: (Cringes) Uh, isn't your girlfriend over there?

Yang: Nah... We broke up a week ago...

Blake: YOU BROKE MY HEART, ASSHOLE!

Yang: And yet you just couldn't pull off that bob cut style. Who really broke whose heart?

Blake: Eat him.

Jaune: BLAKE!

Cinder: Ooh, now there's an idea~! Let me show you a little magic trick I picked up from Salem. (Casts spell)

Yang: (Cookie) Wait?! Am I about to be eaten?!

Cinder: Why else would I make you so delicious? It should make absorbing your maiden powers all the easier.

Yang: Sweet! I'm gonna get vored, too?! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO-!

Cinder: (Swallows, Grows long, blonde hair) Huh... This is new. Say, do either of you know what "vore" means?

Blake: (Smug grin)

Jaune: ...We're dead, aren't we?

Cinder: (Activates All-Maiden Powers) Ah! Now THAT I do know!

[saturnalmoss]

ARM-WRESTLER

Chapter Four

A Shot in the Arm

Master Post

The morning came with Rosé looking hard at the orcish outfit she had been lent. “...Would it be rude to wear with some of my spares...” She looked over at the extra set she’d taken from her pockets. 

“Mmm, g’morning.” Grandma plodded sleepily back from the anachronistic bathroom in the hall. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“I wanted to go check out the DMV Trans or whatever.” Rosé said.

“KMB, like Kimberly.” Grandma offered.

“I don’t know if it would, you know, get me more or less information to dress like I came out of a time machine.” Grandma nodded and sat next to her. 

“If it helps, I think Granny Skully mostly wanted York to wear the stuff.” She said. Rosé hummed again. 

“It’s cute and I want to wear it,” Rosé said.

“Oh totally, I’m gonna. Personally.” Rosé nodded. “But no pressure!” She nodded again.

There was a knock at the door. “Heyyyy,” Hinpirdul called from outside. “Y’all want a bite?”

The two detectives sat at the second, private, dining table with Leon’s youngest, waiting for York to finish his morning routine. 

“I heard chatting, and food isn’t til 8 so. I dunno, I thought you would want something.” She shrugged. 

“Thank you!” Grandma said.

“You up this early often?” Rosé asked with a disarming smile. Hinpirdul nodded. 

“It’s wretched. I’d way rather sleep in.” She said. “So, you gonna find the guy that attacked my Narri today?”

“We’re hoping.” Grandma said. “Did you think of something, Hinpirdul?” She shrugged. 

“Honestly it’s hard to imagine someone doesn’t like them. You should see my teachers. It’s gross.” She scooped up another large bite of modern cereal. “You can call me Piri, by the way. Except at work. Full names at work.”

“Sure thing, Piri.” Rosé said. “Can we ask you some other stuff?” She nodded, mouth full. “Is there anyone else that comes around the house a lot, that we didn’t see last night?”

Piri shook her head. “Even Uncle Ardsley isn’t here all the time. He has work.”

“Does he work with your Narri?”

“Nah. I mean. I don’t think so?” Piri shrugged. “Oh, no one else, though. I go to my friends’ places, not come here. Cause it’s boring here.” She thought for a minute. “Jyuri’s the same. Ummm. What else...”

“Is your Narri a single parent?” Rosé asked as carefully as she could. Piri paused. She put the spoon down. 

“Yeah. Momma died. A long time ago.” Rosé and Grandma both put hands on hers, and she laughed a little at them. “I don’t actually even remember her so it doesn’t bother me. Jyuri does. And obviously Narri and Granny do.”

“We’ll ask your Narri about it more, then.” Grandma said gently. Piri shrugged.

“I don’t think it has to do with Narri’s arm. It was a long time ago.” Still, regardless of what she said, Piri seemed deflated from the conversion. 

“So, I noticed you like disappearing tricks.” Grandma asked. 

Piri’s head swung to Grandma immediately. “Do you know any!” she asked. Grandma laughed nervously. “You look just like a real street performer.”

“Nope! Uh, I do?” Piri nodded enthusiastically. She gestured to all of them.

“I know some,” Rosé offered. With a flick of her fingers, she copied the coin trick Leon had pulled the night before. Piri looked shocked, then her eyes narrowed. 

“Sus.” she said.

“What?” Rosé said, “Why?” Piri just hummed discontentedly. 

“Hey, you lot.” Leon slipped through the door and yawned. “You’re up early. I appreciate the dedication.”

They pulled some breakfast things out of the pantry. It was discordant to see the colorful cereal boxes and familiar brands in the old world orcish pantry. “I’m out of the house for most of today, by the way.” They said. “If you need to ask me anything, now’s a good time.”

“Rosé knows magic.” Piri said immediately. 

“Oh?” Leon said. Their hair was mussed and sleep clung to them. “Is this good or bad?” Piri only hummed. Rosé was baffled. 

Leon laughed. “Piri’s just obsessed with street performers lately? It’s cute.” They shook their head and gave her hair a tussle. “No idea what’s gotten in to her. I’m teaching her some magic tricks.”

“We saw at dinner last night,” Grandma said. “You’re really good!”

Leon looked at them. “If you’re interested in that stuff too, feel free to come with.” They offered ceramic mugs. “Coffee? I’m more of a night owl, so I’m making a full pot.” 

Leon sat and poured themself some cereal. “Thanks, I try. Mm, actually,” They looked at Piri. “We’re going to meet that fortune teller this evening, aren’t we, Piri?” She looked pleased and just a little devious.

York declined the mug and searched the shelves for a bucket. Rosé took one and looked at the cartoon vampenguin on the side. Leon put a finger to their lips and winked. 

“We get to have little things like that in the private rooms.” They said. “So, what’s your plan? I’m curious, I’ve never seen detectives work.”

“You can follow us around,” Grenda said. “We could see if anyone has a weird reaction to you.”  Leon shook their head. 

“Not today, I have a previous engagement to attend, then Piri’s thing. Perhaps later, if you haven’t solved it.”

York stretched and grunted happily. The back yard of the old house was a nostalgic treasure trove. Traditional, even old-fashioned, orcish workout equipment sat around the edges of the yard. A large inset pit for good old argument-settling took up most of the space. 

“This place ain’t bad.” York said to himself and pointedly not Granny. 

He’d gotten a sizable workout in when Rosé and Grandma found him. He grinned at them. “Look at this place! I shoulda taken Granny up on the wrestle.” He said. “Too late for that, well, we got business to attend to.”

Rosé smiled. “I found the local address for that logistics place. We can catch the subway and get off pretty close to it.”

“I like the outfit Granny gave you by the way.” Grandma said. He posed, pleased. “What do you think of mine?”

York nodded. “I like it.” He looked around. “Don’t look complete though.” He picked a small dandelion and held it out. “There.”

Grandma beamed and tucked it carefully behind one ear. 

They made their way to the KMB Trans building by noon. It was a tall building for the area, and had the KMB logo plastered on the side of it. There was even a reception inside. 

“What do we do now?“ York hissed to Rosé. She took a breath. 

“No idea.” She walked up to the receptionist. “Good morning~ We’re here to ask about one of your employees, Mx. Pelles?” The receptionist looked curious. Her name card read “Sarah B. Ross”.

“Mx. Pelles? This doesn’t sound like an appointment...?” she said. Grandma peeking over the counter. 

“We’re detectives, investigating a case of assault and theft committed against Mx. Pelles.” Sarah the receptionist looked surprised. 

“What? They looked fine this morning?” The three detectives glanced at each other. 

“They already came in today? You guys are dedicated to set up shop over the weekend.” Grandma said. Sarah smiled. 

“I’m part of the weekend crew. Mx. Pelles honestly doesn’t come in much on my shift.”

“So familiar with each other, too!” Rosé smiled. “What a tight knit company, Ms. Ross.” The receptionist nodded. 

“It’s nice here. Helps that it’s small. So, why would you come here about an- an assault on Mx. Pelles?”

“We ain’t sure who did the deed.” York said. “We’re looking into whoever might have a grudge.” He leaned in. “You got a grudge?” Sarah leaned back. 

“N-no!”

“Mmm, you don’t sound too sure about that.”

“Maybe a liiiittle grudge?” Rosé suggested, holding up her thumb and forefinger. 

“How! Mx. Pelles is great! They’re so nice and fun and sweet - uh.” She coughed. “I assure you my relationship with Mx. Pelles is purely professional.” She looked away. “Unfortunately.“

Rosé waggled her eyebrows. Grandma crossed her name off in his notebook. “Right, of course,” he said. “I have heard that popular enbies sometimes have jealous enemies, though.”

“Yeah.” Said York. “They got anyone who thinks they get too much attention?” He leaned on the counter and Sarah leaned away again. 

“N-no! I don’t think so! Everyone likes Mx. Pelles and Mx. Pelles likes everyone!” She sat up straight. “I hope that answered your questions! Uh, if you don’t have an appointment then I’m afraid there won’t be anyone here waiting for you. Being a weekend and all.”

“Course,” York said and leaned back.

“Thanks for answering our questions!” Grandma said. The three of them headed back out and Sarah sagged in her seat. She waited cautiously a moment, then jogged quickly to the bathroom. 

Rosé peeked back inside. “I knew it - York scared her shitless.” York peeked in above her and nodded satisfied. 

“So, Leon came here today?” Grandma said. The three of them walked quickly through the door next to the desk before the receptionist came back. “They didn’t offer to bring us.”

“I don’t think we mentioned we wanted to check here today.” Rosé said. “But even still...”

They listened at the solid doors down the hall but the floor was empty. 

“Where do you think they would go?” York said. “I don’t want ta check every door on every floor. Let’s do this smart.”

There was a thunk above them. York nodded. “Good talk everyone. Let’s check there first.”

One floor up, they pressed their ears against the doors until they heard muffled raised voices. The detectives looks at each other, curious. 

The door was heavy and wood. While they could tell there were voices, it was difficult to make them out. Still, the tone wasn’t friendly. 

“...I think they said quit...” Grandma whispered. “I think it was Leon...?”

York frowned. He couldn’t hear them at all. He stood up and opened the door. “Hey.” He said. “What are you talking about.”

Leon turned, shocked, to look at them. A human man stood, hands flat against a desk between the two. He stood and straightened his clothes out. Leon coughed and forced themself to relax. 

“Who on earth are you?” The man asked. He was dressed formally, dark suit, dark tie, and a dark cloak pinned to one shoulder.

“Ah, uh.” Leon said, turning to the man. They smiled. “Let me introduce you. This is York, Rosé, and Grenda. They’re detectives from an agency called Drawtectives.” Leon turned to them, gesturing to the man. “This is Mr. Brian Kross, my employer.”

He bowed to them. Both stood comfortable, as though there were never any tension. “Nice to meet you. Have you hired detectives, Leon?”

“Yes, indeed!” Leon said with a smile. “I was telling you someone robbed me, wasn’t I?”

“To hire private detectives over a robbery seems a bit much.” Mr. Kross said. “Didn’t I offer you additional compensation to cover the cost?”

“You see, it’s important to me to find out who did it.” Leon said. 

“Of course, of course.” Mr. Kross said. “But why are they here?”

“Uh,” Leon looked at them.

“We’re investigatin’ possible grudges.” York said. “You got a grudge, Mr. Kross?” Kross laughed. 

“Dear me, no. I rather like Leon.” Leon smiled, a little stiffly.

“Even though they’re quitting?” Grandma asked. Kross’s lip twitched. 

“Eavesdropping on the job? Or did you mention it, Leon?”

“I mentioned it.” Leon said, looking out the window. “I did also say I hadn’t talked to you about it yet, so I didn’t think you would be a suspect.”

Grandma nodded. “Of course, yes, yup. But also maybe Mr. Kross sensed it.”

“Sensed it?” Kross said. Grandma shrugged. 

“Do you own the company, Mr. Kross?” Grandma continued. He nodded. 

“I’m happy to say I do.”

“Your name isn’t who came up as CEO when I boogled KMB.” Rosé said, looking thoughtful. 

“The CEO is, of course, an employee of mine. Like Mx. Pelles, here.” Kross smiled. York held a finger up. 

He pulled Rosé and Grandma into a brief huddle. “This guy’s a business man again.” He whispered. “Don't smell right to me.” Grandma nodded. 

“It’s suspicious on the face of it! Plus Leon’s quitting!”

“Let’s play some hardball...” Rosé said. They stood back up. Leon and Kross both watched them with bemusement. 

“Mr. Kross, can we ask you a few questions?”

“...Of course, I’m happy to help Leon out.” He sat down behind the desk and perched his head delicately on laced fingers. 

“What do you think of untapped resources?” York asked. Mr. Kross tilted his head.

“Why is it untapped?”

“What about debts, are you responsible for your debts?” Rosé said immediately. Grandma scribbled.

“Heh heh heh.... Everyone is responsible for their own debts, wouldn’t you say?” Kross grinned and looked at Leon, who raised an eyebrow back.

“You like gamblin’?” York said.

“A touch, of the investment flavor.”

“Would ya arm wrestle?” He leaned in.

“Well, I can’t say it's come up, -”

“Do you know hypnosis?” Grandma said. 

“What is going on here, Leon?”

Leon laughed. “I have no idea. They’re just trying to find who stole my arm.” They glanced at Kross again. “Perhaps a clue indicated a gambling hypnotic businessman?”

Kross quirked an eyebrow. He glanced at York. “Arm wrestling?”

“He’s a strapping young orc.” Leon insisted. York nodded. 

“If ya wrestle, prove it.” Rosé watched through her lashes as Kross glanced again at Leon, almost imperceptibly. Leon gave the shallowest nod in response. 

Kross straightened up and sighed. “Young man, have you seen these arms?” He held one up. “If it helps to establish my innocence to you in this matter, I will, but you certainly won’t get any sport out of it.”

York chewed his lip thoughtfully. It was acceptable. “You pass. For now.” He said. Kross smiled crookedly. 

“I’m glad to hear. Now, is there anything else I can help you with? I really must get back to discussing Leon’s recompense with them. Privately.”

Grandma looked down at his notebook. “Let’s see... Do you know anyone who might be harboring a grudge against Leon?”

“The very idea of it is farcical.” Kross said.

Leon walked them to the front of the building. “...If you had let me know you wanted to come here, I would have brought you.” They said, after a while. “Still, it was funny to see Kross like that. He doesn’t break expression much.”

“Why did you say we’d talked about you quitting?” Rosé asked. 

“To be frank, to mess with him.” Leon shrugged. “I was a bit irritated. Well, I’ll talk to you later about it, if you want. I have to leave you here, for now. Get home safely.”

[acourtofthought]

Contains TOG spoilers........

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But first....... Lucien ☀️🔥

Thoughts slammed into me, images and memories, a pattern of thinking and feeling that was old, and clever, and sad, so endlessly sad and guilt-ridden, hopeless—

"all the sounds that Lucien so carefully sorted through while he kept watch."

Like Rhys, he usually opted for words to win his battles.

“I trust in the fact that we currently have possession of the one thing he wants above all else. And as long as that remains, he’ll try to stay on our good side. But if that changes …"

"His talent was wasted in the Spring Court."

"There was a reason he had that fox mask, you know."

No wonder he’d been so eager to head alone into Velaris that day he’d gone to help us research. I shot a look at Rhys. Seems like Lucien can still play the fox.

“Lucien can’t be entirely trusted anymore.”. “Lucien might mean well, but any reports would be skewed—even if he isn’t aware of it—in their favor.

Lucien stared out the window—as if he could see the lake across a sea and a continent. As if he were setting his target.

“Eyes can be blinded,” Nesta said. “Not the ones under my command,” Azriel said with soft menace.

"Lucien will never be good enough"

“There are others in your court as delusional as you are. They’ll get it for me one way or another, with the right incentive.

I'd be surprised if we don't get a super clever scheme in Elucien's book, courtesy of Lucien.

SJM has previously said Dorian and Lucien would be great friends and we know that Dorian was not only extremely powerful with raw power that be could shape as he desired but he was also very cunning. In KOA, he took two of the Wyrdkeys and tracked down Maeve to find the third. Maeve asked Dorian to work with her, explaining that she wants the keys so she can get rid of Erawen and his brothers for good.

Dorian agrees, asking her to bring the spiders to his side and he will marry her, giving her a new Kingdom to rule over.

In a later chapter, Maeve slips into Dorians mind, using her powers to control him but the entire time he's been tricking her, using her own power against her (a Valg!) to learn how hers actually work, taking over her mind instead.

There's already notable similarities between Dorian and Lucien, their polished persona's, their fathers both had them held down and forced them to watch the execution of the woman they loved, unknown magical powers, hints at Lucien being extremely powerful as Dorian was powerful, and their intelligence.

SJM has also pointed out how Rhys and Lucien share a likeness in how they use their words to fight battles and we know Rhys often schemes, having others question his intentions only to find out he had some wildly clever plot going the whole time.

I could easily see her having Lucien do something similar. Maybe he'll have a plan for Koschei or the Human Queens that he didn't inform the others of, something Elain becomes suspicious about and starts following him (Mr. and Mrs. Smith anyone? It would be even better if this followed the arranged marriage trope 😂).

The others acknowledge Lucien is clever and insightful yet they still underestimate him. You can tell they look at him as a tool for when it benefits their own purpose rather than viewing him as an equal, a force to be reckoned with.

I'd also love if it led to Az eating a bit of humble pie. He's so certain of Lucien being unworthy, imagine if Lucien managed to outsmart Az and his shadows.

[foggyparadisecandy]

On Safeties and Agency in Hypnokink

There are a lot of great resources out there on these topics and I encourage everyone to read them.

I see a lot people jumping in to hypno headfirst as if they are invulnerable to the effects.

Pro-tip: You aren't so take care of your precious self please.

SAFETIES

This one is for the people who know they aren't exactly safe so they have built up "safeties" - things that can protect them from bad trances or effects or jerky tists.

I'm going to make a comment that might seem confusing, and possibly unpopular, and maybe even unbelievable, but please bear with me and hear me out. I think you will benefit if you do.

Most safeties are like being given a suit of armor made out of toilet paper before heading out to battle.

People who feel that they are safe might take risks because they have that lovely suit of armor ... made out of toilet paper.

"But oh no, Foggy, my safety works for me because ... "

Ok. I really hope it does work for you. I sincerely do.

I've shredded safeties on many people who have insisted they have magical shields, or armor, or amulets, or rocks, or ... whatever ... keeping them safe from bad hypno magic.

I've done it by telling them I'm going to do it to show them how unsafe they really are. I've warned them I'm going to shred them so their defenses are up and ready. And I've still broken through (on most, not all ... and I'll get to that in a minute).

So what do you think is going to happen if an "evil tist" really wants to do what they want with you, safety or not.

Your safeties are NOT an excuse for lack of vigilance.

**YOU** CALL THE SHOTS

You should only work with people you trust and are trustworthy. You should only listen to files where you are sure that a) you want the effects listed and b) you trust that's all you're going to end up with.

You should know that you can revoke trust at any time.

And that's the real "trick" and way to keep yourself safe.

Know and believe that fundamentally that YOU are always in control in hypnosis.

Always.

And even with this truth - and I want you to burn the truth that YOU ARE IN CONTROL deeply into your mind, now and forevermore - you can get jammed up, so I'm laying out a few suggestions for you.

BEFORE YOU START

It starts with knowing what you are getting into before you start.

If the tist has a known bad rep, well ... use your lovely beautiful brain and explore other options.

If the file or tist says they are going to mindwipe you and make you a puppet, well ... maybe believe them and don't think your safeties are going to stop that from happening.

If you are getting a bad vibe and the tist is hungry to get going before you feel comfy, well ... go with your gut - that's not a great indicator.

If you hear a lot of people going gaga for the files or tist, well ... not always a bad sign but things that smell culty aren't usually great so be cautious.

If the tist is eager to "help" you remove triggers, well ... they probably want to know your triggers to use them against you.

If the tist has a social profile, take some time and review it and if it seems sketchy af, well ... sometimes books can be judged by their covers.

AS YOU GO

At any time, you remember that fundamental truth and you know that YOU are in control.

You feeling uncomfy before the trance begins? Stop.

You being asked during trance to agree to something? Stop.

You feeling pressured to do something? Stop.

You find you are longing to return to a tist or set of files? Stop.

You feel like you aren't being heard? Stop.

You find yourself doing things you didn't really want to do but somehow are still doing them? Stop.

YOU can always STOP.

"No" is a lovely word.

Anyone that objects to you using the word "no" is a STOP.

Anyone that tries to gaslight you with "oh gee, hypnosis only makes you do what you want" is a STOP.

Anyone who twists you up when you want to STOP is a HARD STOP.

IF YOU GET JAMMED UP

There are clearance files out there. I have my CLEAR text trance. Secret Subject has two on her YouTube channel - the newer one is excellent.

The trick to clearing out bad effects?

Actually dead simple.

It's just a matter of remembering: YOU are in control.

YOU can say no to your brain and thoughts and hypnotriggers and effects.

YOU can think of those triggers - visualize them - and just put a giant "NOPE" over the top of them.

And when your brain thinks of them - the condition, the word, the effect, the feeling - you instead can visualize "NOPE".

NOPE - I don't believe I will respond to that thing.

NOPE - I am going to disregard that thing.

NOPE - I am free to do what I choose because I am in control.

NO NEED FOR PANIC

There is no need for panic.

But there is a need to accept, fundamentally accept, that YOU are in control.

And once you have done that, your safeties will work because they are backed by the fundamental knowledge that YOU are in charge.

Frankly if you accept that YOU call the shots, you don't really need safeties in my opinion.

They don't hurt if you accept the truth that YOU can stop any time you choose and put that giant "NOPE" over bad hypnothings.

But even still, look before you leap.

Avoid the bad actors.

Talk, talk, talk about limits before you start.

And if you are one of the "do anything to me" people, please understand that there are people out there that will happily fuck you up for their own enjoyment.

So maybe evaluate your desires and finetune them into what things are acceptable and what things aren't.

And what things are hot and fun as TEMPORARY changes.

It's not great to have permanent things done when you want a temporary burst of fun. It's up to you to know and express what you want.

And if the tist isn't willing to take the time to listen to those things you want and how you want them? Fuck 'em. Move on. I know there are more subjects than tists, by far, but even still ...

Protect your beautiful precious lovely sweet wonderful self.

I hope this is of some use to people.

Feel free to Ask or DM if you have questions or think I got something wrong.

Happy to discuss it.

[terabyteturtle]

Fighter #10 - Ness

- Ness does amazing in school. He gets straight A's without even trying. Out of every class, science is easily his favorite.

- He has a collection of colorful magnets for the kitchen fridge.

- He knows how to make molotov cocktails somehow. Samus blames the villains for teaching him, but she fails to realize that the internet is a magical, informative place.

- He owns a small science kit that he always brings around with him.

- Ness has nearly blown up the mansion due to irresponsible mixing of various lethal chemicals. How he got said chemicals, nobody knows—they sure as hell weren't in the science kit. (He doesn't read the labels half the time, so that doesn't help either.)

- Ness might be smart, but he still does some stupid things, both accidentally and on purpose.

- He often uses PK Thunder to propel himself throughout the mansion, which earns him plenty of visits with Dr. Mario.

- He always marks the dates of meteor showers on his calendar. When the day arrives, he invites his friends over to watch them.

- Ness has a massive crush on Samus. If she does something nice for him (or even talks to him, it really doesn't take much), he blushes like crazy.

- As much as Ness loves baseball, he kinda sucks at it. With help from Snake, he's slowly trying to improve. He's far better at batting than he is at pitching.

- He isn't the most artistic, but give him some clay and he can do a pretty decent volcano sculpture (though it won't last long before he accidentally blows it apart with something).

- Ness got really curious about Kadabra one day and decided to read a bunch of its Pokedex entries. He couldn't sleep for weeks after that.

- Young Link is a good friend of his. He might not speak much, but he makes for great company.

- He won second place in his school talent show one year for his cool yo-yo tricks.

- This kid is unbelievable at hide-and-seek. He knows all of the best hiding spots in the mansion. One time, the others thought he'd gotten kidnapped because, for over an hour, they couldn't find him.

- His first stuffed animal was a teddy bear named Roger. He won't admit it to anyone, but Ness still has him in his bedroom closet. Whenever he has a really bad nightmare, he'll retrieve Roger and cuddle with him for the rest of the night.

- Ness is really interested in Greek mythology and finds himself talking to Pit a lot about it. 

- Ness gets homesick really easily. If something reminds him of Onett, he becomes slightly depressed. He video chats with his friends every night to help him cope with it.

- Ness LOVES steak. Steak tacos, steak with potatoes, surf & turf—he'll eat anything if it has steak. Much to the others' dismay, he likes it best when it's cooked rare. A lot of the older fighters are worried about him eating it like that.

- "Rare? It's practically still alive at that point, darling." - Bayonetta

- Snake is like a father figure to him. They do a lot together, from playing video games to perfecting Ness' pitch.

- He's also Snake's self-proclaimed wingman when it comes to love. In the past, Ness has desperately tried to set him up on dates, even going so far as to set up a Tinder profile for him without his knowledge, but Snake always rejected them. Poor Ness just wanted the man to get the love he deserved, and he didn't understand why he wouldn't give it a shot. Then one day, Snake finally confided in him. As it turns out, he only rejected those dates because he already had his steel heart set upon Samus. Ness was shocked and felt a little betrayed at first, but he was still determined to help out his friend.

- "Samus? Really? Well, you better make a move quick before I get to her first!" - Ness

- Ness also has a strong friendship with Otacon. They nerd out about science-y stuff together.

- To his surprise, he's actually a big fan of heavy metal. Snake introduced him to a couple bands and when he listened to their music for the first time, his mind was completely blown.

- Ness dreams of one day joining a professional baseball team. He just has to pitch without hitting someone in the head first.

- Despite being young, Ness understands the value of a dollar. He's financially responsible and already has a jar in his closet specifically for college savings.

- Ness has a whole album full of limited edition baseball cards, with most of them in mint condition.

- Once, Wario stole this precious album and put it up for auction on Ebay, where he ended up selling it for $100,000. It wasn't long before Ness found out, and with Otacon's help, he tracked down the person it was sold to. When he politely informed them that the cards were stolen, they were very understanding and sent them back. Once they returned to the mansion, Snake held Wario at gunpoint until he agreed to give the money back. In the end, all went well and everything returned to its rightful place.

- Well, except for Wario's happiness. That disappeared along with the money.

- Ness has a lot of dreams about memories from his early childhood, which often contribute to his homesickness.

- As of right now, he's the only one who can comprehend, speak, and translate Saturnian. He's currently trying to teach it to Lucas.

- Surprisingly, Ness doesn't have the strongest stomach. He nearly threw up when he first encountered Master Belch, then nearly threw up again when they met a second time, then actually threw up when he found the blob of grossness hanging out on the Spirit Board.

- Ness has accumulated quite a few nicknames during his time at the mansion. Roy (FE) and Snake affectionately refer to him as "squirt", Otacon calls him "buddy", and Bowser, Ganondorf, and Ridley call him "pipsqueak". His favorite is "Psi Guy", given to him by Pit.

- Bayonetta calls him a twerp sometimes, but that's only when she's irritated with him.

- You know how his science experiments sometimes go completely awry? Well, it only gets worse when he has friends around. He and Jeff have launched rockets around the mansion several times and nearly destroyed tons of valuable items. They're convinced that, one day, they'll finally be able to make a functional rocket, but Snake believes that day won't arrive for a long time.

- This kid makes Scooby-Doo references constantly, to the point where it's almost too much. If he sees something dangerous, he always says "Gee Scoob, we better get out of here!" It doesn't matter whether he's by himself or with ten other people, he'll always be talking to "Scoob".

- He has six different yo-yos, all in various colors. The green one is his favorite.

- If a blackout happens, Ness will use PK Flash to help fighters see. Pikachu and Pichu will also contribute using their own electrical powers.

- If he suspects someone stole something from him, he'll use his psychic powers to turn them upside-down and give them a cartoon-style shakedown. He'll then drop them on their head when he's finished.

- When big festivals and parties come up, he begs the adults to be in charge of fireworks, but everyone knows how that would end up.

- He does the Naruto run even though he has no idea what Naruto is.

- On nights he can't sleep, he loves going up on the balcony and using the telescope. Not only does he enjoy seeing the stars and planets at night, but it also reminds him of the smile on Samus' face when she first bought it for the mansion. Seeing her so happy made him happy, too.

- His favorite song from the Smash soundtrack is Bein' Friends. He always cries whenever he hears the slow part, so it inspires him to finish his battles quickly before it comes on.

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU - Crossing The Bridge... Or Not - Part 1

“And you’re certain you can trust the relic to get us to Vacuo?” Yang asked, staring at Tip, who shuffled slightly, biting his lip.

“I mean, mostly? They like creating things, and this would give them a challenge. But… if he gives you a warning, you have to listen to him. If you don’t, there could be very bad consequences. He might not necessarily tell you everything, either… you’ll need to listen very carefully and follow instructions precisely. I should really go with you, but…” he broke off, glancing down at his left leg in vague despair. It had healed, mostly… but the travel down to the vault was long and he wasn’t certain it would hold up for it, much less the trip back. He really hated feeling this useless, but… besides. There was too great a risk that Ambrosius would be distracted by sheer hilarity. After all, it wasn’t often that Oz was in a state this vulnerable and as far as he was aware, this one was unique. He both was and wasn’t Ozma, not fully, not yet. And yet, he’d also never really stopped being. The risk was far too great that Ambrosius, being who and what he was, would find Tip the more intriguing puzzle.

“Hey, Pocketsized. We’ll be okay. I promise we’ll listen, you don’t have to worry about us. Will you be okay, here? I know we’re not all going, but Salem already snatched you once, what if she tries to again?” Blake sounded concerned, reaching out to ruffle Tip’s hair without really thinking about it. Tip let her without commenting, which drove home just how worried he really was about this. But then, after what happened with Jinn, could any of them really blame him?

“She’s unlikely to try it in the same way. I just worry, especially since she already has the lamp. She could easily use it to try to thwart us and if that happens, I can’t even help you. Not really, not like this.” He sighed, looking very young in that moment, the inch or so showing at his wrists just lending itself more to the overwhelming image of confused youth. They all knew it was misleading but… Tip was really rather adorable when he did that, not that he’d be very happy to be reminded of it.

Those going exchanged glances, then Ruby shot a reassuring smile over at him. Penny just nodded, head cocked slightly. She still found it rather fascinating that this small boy was, or rather had been Professor Ozpin. She was aware of magic, of course. Not only had the General informed her of such, she was the current winter maiden. She hadn’t been built to believe in magic and fairy tales, but her father had intended her to grow. This was certainly growth of a sort, right?

Tip sighed as they left, still looking deeply conflicted. He should be there! He should be the one to talk to Ambrosius, he knew him far better than the others did. While creating a way to Vacuo would no doubt intrigue him, the relic could so easily trick anyone they talked to. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the others, of course he did… but they were still going to converse with someone who might not have their best wishes in mind. After Jinn… were the relics as tired of this as he was? What if, in the end, he allowed something to happen in the sheer hopes of being allowed to be free? After all, they were just as chained to the whims of the brothers as he himself was, and with even less freedom. At least he could move around on his own, wasn’t trapped in a vessel waiting. Why had that never even occurred to any of the previous versions, though? Surely, if it was as obvious as he thought it was, then they would have known by now? Would have set something up, at least enough that the four could have some semblance of lives of their own?

After all, even Ozma had never known just where the relics came from, what they originally were. What if they really were just as trapped as he was, was it possible to free them? Could he free them, did he dare, considering Salem?

Was it fair, to keep them trapped like that though? No, of course it wasn’t. They deserved their freedom… he really hated the Brothers, at times like this.

“Tip?” Oscar ventured, voice soft. “They’ll be alright, you know they will! Ruby knows what she’s doing, so do the others. It’ll be fine!”

“I can only hope that it will, Oscar. I just… they need to be incredibly careful in how they word this request, he’s likely to take things very, very literally. I should be there!”

“No way, Pocketsized.” Jaune interjected, looking stern. “Salem almost killed you, you’re not up to the journey. You know that, you know they’ll be okay!”

“And if they’re not? If something happens because they don’t say the right thing, or make slightly the wrong request?”

“Then we’ll deal with that when it happens. We need to get everybody to Vacuo, you know that.” Jaune sighed. “We’re hunters, Tip. We knew what we were signing up for. I know we’re young, but so are you, you’re eleven years old! I know the wizard doesn’t count, but you do. Putting yourself in danger when the others can and have volunteered for this, you realise we’d just worry more, right?”

“You are my students, Jaune. I should be the one protecting you, not the other way around. I know that I’m young physically, but still… I should be protecting the rest of you. If something goes wrong here, it falls on my shoulders. If I hadn’t been quite so, well, helpless, Salem would never have been able to snatch me in the first place. The injuries I carry are a direct result of my own stupidity.”

“NO, Tip.” Oscar sounded deeply frustrated now, glaring at the younger boy hotly. Tip flinched slightly, but met his eyes, his own self hatred burning bright. “Salem snatched you from Atlas. You were meant to be safe there, we all were. It isn’t your fault that she snatched you, you aren’t weak for being injured. Look, I know, you’re used to being stronger than you are right now. But if you plan to protect us, then you have to let us protect you, too. It goes both ways, we care about you! You matter, Tip. Why else would you be my brother?”

“… I know!” Nora interjected, brightly. “Why don’t we all just calm down and eat something. Pancakes, maybe?” She shot a hopeful look to Ren, who rolled his eyes but got up to make them anyway. Some of the tension in the room faded at that, though Tip’s shoulders were still stiff, his face still anguished. It didn’t matter what any of them were going to say, really, though. If anything happened to his students, everybody would just blame him anyway. He was the one responsible, ultimately. Oh, why had he let them go and talk to Ambrosius alone?

“So, you need a path to Vacuo, a way to get everybody from one kingdom to another quickly? I could probably do that…” Ambrosius murmured, amusement in his voice. “However… just don’t fall.”

Yang huffed as they all made their way back to the others who were waiting for them. That could probably have gone better, though at least Penny was human now? Somehow, though she was unsure what Pocketsized would make of that… after all, they had had a specific mission and that wasn’t really it. But then, with her human she couldn’t be controlled anymore. Nobody could tell her to do anything but herself. For a second, an image of Tip being controlled by the creepy wizard dude flashed across her mind, but she shook her head. It wasn’t the same thing, right? Ambrosius was a smug bastard, though. She really, massively didn’t like him.

From the looks the others were exchanging, that feeling appeared to be very, very mutual. He’d set up the path, though. They’d get there, they’d get to Vacuo. Everything would be okay, though she could see why the Professor was so worried. Maybe he really should have come along? Nah… they’d done just fine on their own.

Ruby’s nose twitched as they neared the rooms the others were currently occupying. Could she smell pancakes? Huh, maybe she was just hungry after dealing with the relic. Pancakes would be really nice right about now, though.

There were definitely pancakes, lots of them, though it was slightly harder to enjoy them while being peppered by Tip’s anxious questioning. At least he’d seemed relatively relieved by what Ambrosius had set up regarding the pathway to Vacuo? He kept giving Penny confused looks, too, and Yang snorted to herself. She’d totally called it, he really wasn’t that impressed.

Tip shifted in his seat, biting his lip nervously. He knew better than anyone the sort of loopholes Ambrosius left in the requests he actually agreed to answer.

Don’t fall.

But then, how hard could that really be?

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

Scrawled on the first blank page of a stolen spellbook:

Day 1: Already working on a way to get you back; some rich old lady knows a way to get the magic we’re gonna need. She reminds me of that shitty “migration and language” professor you had, so you can imagine how much fun dealing with her has been.Met a weirdo in a mask who you’re gonna hate, and a little illiterate wizard who’s gonna give you a heart attack. Also been dealing with the burgermeister’s swaggering little attack dog, and you know how I prefer to deal with guys like that. I’d say you’ll hate him too, but I’m pretty sure you’re not gonna have the chance to meet him. Shame.

Stupid how quick I forgot how to not miss you. I hated you for decades, and having you back for a week was enough to ruin all that hard work. Really appreciate that, Hugh.

Day 2: Almost died today. Figured you’d want to know, so you can yell at me about it later. In fairness, it was because I was trying to be a good person. I could have just taken Kai and left, but I didn’t.…thought about doing it, though. Didn’t fucking matter in the end, but I guess I wanted you to know that too. That I tried to do the right thing. Anyway. Ireena’s dead. Turns out vampires here only know one trick; pick a fight nobody wants, kill one person, and leave. Izek’s(1) dead too though at least, so let’s count our victories where we find them. And then. And fucking then. That rich old bitch who’s supposed to help me get you back? Decided that our deal is off, because she got Strahd to do her dirty work for her. And then she had the fucking audacity to lock me up in her stupid, ugly house. I’m writing this now to keep from going to town with my crowbar in here until something happens. You’ll have to excuse me if my handwriting is shit right now; I’m fucking furious.

…I can’t believe this smug, entitled dickhead is keeping me from spending the night with you.

…I’m gonna pry up a floorboard and take a shit down there.

(1)Sorry. Izek is the ‘swaggering little attack dog’ from before. Dropped his name with a lot of confidence there before remembering I’d given exactly zero context. Thank god I had so fucking long to sit and proofread this thing tonight!

Day 3 Got screwed over for having a shred of empathy for someone who just lost someone they cared about. Started to forget that I’m the only one here who gives a shit about saving you but don’t worry: I got a swift kick-in-the-dick reminder and now my head’s back on straight. Not making that mistake again.

Strahd showed up in Vallaki which, I cannot stress enough, is not my fault. Not for lack of trying! But I didn’t get to help kill the burgermeister or hand over the anti-vampire bones. This mess is deeply, entirely, not my fault. Anyway. He made it clear that he calls the shots there now, and you know what? Say what you will about the guy, but he knows how to make a fucking entrance and command a crowd. I bet his Lang201 students never fall asleep during his lectures.

At least one good thing came of today: got to see one of the consorts(2) beat to shit and left to die. Other than that we picked up another stray (this one had a huge book of Barovian history; you know I started tearing through it immediately), fought some fucked up werewolves, and… oh yeah! Got backed into a corner and forced to waste a day helping out this random family and their vineyard, instead of going to Krezek after dropping Uke off. Like we had planned. Like I said, kick-in-the-dick reminder.

I don’t care what anyone has to say about it; I’m going to Krezk. Alone, if it comes to it. I’m not chasing after some fucking- gem, or whatever. They can figure it out on their own.

(2)Not Antonio. The one who killed Ireena, who I would have loved for you to meet. God, that would have been great. …great for me, that is. You would have hated her. And I would have loved that.

Day 4 I won’t admit that it was a fun fight. You’re going to be the only person who ever reads these, but I still won’t give them that satisfaction. As far as they get to know, I was mad to be forced to go and grumpy the whole time I was there. And to be clear; I was. Mad about it, that is. But it’s…fine. Because I’m so fucking nice, I’ll be the bigger person and let it go. We’re heading to Krezk in the morning, so at least we’re back on track.

Oh by the way, I took Dylan to get a tattoo for her last birthday. She said she wasn’t gonna tell you until she moved out, but she told me I could tell you if we ever spent twenty minutes together without fighting. She was obviously joking, but here we are. We’re well past twenty minutes, I think. It’s a little rainbow beetle on her bicep. It’s pretty cute, I think she did the sketch herself. She handled the whole thing like a champ.

Day 5 Spent most of today traveling to Krezk. Spent the rest of the day in Krezk. Great stuff.

Going to see the Abbot tomorrow. Supposedly he's the guy that can fix you, and I’m gonna knock him around until he does. See you soon, hopefully. I’m getting bored of journaling.

Day 6 Fuck them. Fucking spineless, brainless, self-righteous cowards. Sanctimonious hypocrites. Bastards.

I don’t answer to them. If they think that I’m going to bow down and let them rip this chance away from me without fighting back, they got another fucking think coming.

I’m not leaving Krezk without you. And I’ll burn the bridges I have to to make it happen.

forget he exists when you look away stay focused

writing in notebook. about us? followed us

[The writing is jumbled, scattered and hard to read]

puts thoughts in your head

Forget he exists when you look away

[Crosswritten with the previous line, illegible]

trades in secrets? knowledge? have to assume he takes it. BAD IDEA

Day 7 I didn’t write that.

No. Obviously I did. I hacked through my t’s at that annoying angle I picked up from you, and looped the l’s together in that way I picked up to annoy you. No one else has breathed on this thing in the last week. Obviously, I wrote it.

But I don’t remember doing it.

Am I going

Alright, alright. No point freaking out about it; let’s take it one step at a time. Way I see it, there’s three explanations:

Someone took and wrote in your spellbook since the last time I opened it, which was earlier this afternoon (found your weird Elder Tongue transcription by the way. You’re gonna be so mad if I crack it without you)

I’m not I’m starting to My mind isn’t reliable. Unlikely.

I wrote it, I’m right, and there’s a creepy little pervert skulking around the shadows.

Number one’s impossible, the only time your spellbook isn’t in my holster is if I’m writing in it. Leaves two and three, and between one where I’m losing my mind and I’m not, well. If there’s one brain I trust, it’s mine.

Day 8 You’ll never guess who showed his stupid, ugly face again.

Mhm. That’s right.

Y’know, I’ve been thinking about it the last few days, what I’d do when we ran into him again. I thought I might try to play it cool, not give him the satisfaction of having got to me. Get in some quips about not having to pay alimony anymore, or about getting full custody of the kids. I don’t know. But when I saw him, I just- I saw red. I didn’t hear a word out of his mouth, I just. I just shot him. And hit him. Over and over and it felt

Did it feel good? We didn’t kill him. I don’t think we came close. He almost killed Zavisza. Would have too, if Strahd hadn’t shown up to monologue at us again. He wants one of our tagalongs (both of them, technically, I guess. We gotta stop taking in strays) and instead of just letting him have the guy he wants (So sorry to see you go! Best of luck! We’ll miss you! Etc.) our stupid, self-important paladin and his dumbass little savior complex—

I can’t even put how stupid it is into words. Thank fuck I’m lucky enough that you’re going to be unlucky enough to have to sit through it with me. You’ll see. You’ll be just as annoyed as I am.

But. Apparently, there’s a scroll of Raise Dead in the ruins of a swamp town south of Vallaki. This is it, Hugh. This is- It has to be. It has to be. We’re going to go to this stupid swamp, we’re going to find this woman and take her scroll, and I’m gonna fix you.

See you soon.

Day 9 Another travel day. You should be proud of how responsible I was, even with Flips trying his hardest to get us killed by goading us on into the swamp tonight. We’re camping out here on the edge, and we’ll head in fresh in the morning. If nothing else goes wrong (one can dream), I’ll get my hands on that scroll and have you back tomorrow.

And, well. When something does go wrong, let’s at least hope it’s a quick detour. Because otherwise, we’re going back to Plan D(3).

(3)The “D” is for “De-face”, of course. Look, it made me laugh. You can lecture me about that joke being in poor taste tomorrow.

Day 10 Berez is, uh. Was, I guess. Berez was It was a shitshow. Who cares.

Almost got myself hanged when we went back to I mean. Who fucking cares.

Hugh, I’m scared. Terrified. Everything has gone wrong every step of the way to get you back, and this is going to be the same. Borris was dead when we got here, the scroll was gone. Who’s to even say it’ll actually be in this stupid tower when we get there? What if someone else has used it? Burned it? What if it doesn’t work, if resurrection just doesn’t work here? What if it does work but you come back wrong? Hurt? Broken? A rat?? What if this was all for nothing?

If I keep saying “tomorrow”, eventually I’ll be right.

[nanjokei]

what are your fave mobile games??

to be honest i don't really play that many at the same time but ill talk historically, it makes the most sense anyway. btw this got really long

OG show by rock - one of the most fun mobage rhythm games EVER, the portait orientation 3 button setup looked deceptively easy but it has some of the most evil, vile beatmaps ive ever seen in a mobile game. AND THAT'S CRAZY!!! never gonna forgive sanrio for killing it and making its successor a shitty bandori clone (og sb69 was bound to die anyway bc it had insane rarity creep, but the cheap seeming bandori clone successor that didn't even have half the original bands at the time of EoS two years into launch was a huge slap to the face). the art in the cards was so much more charming than the ones in the new game, they weren't bad but you, me, her, he, them, everyone, we all KNOW what had more soul. i think the only thing the new game had over the old one is the interactive aspect via the homescreen live2d. also cause yasu was in it

fate/grand order - still my forever game, its a game where i dont feel pressure to do anything, you can use anyone you love. i can stop playing for weeks and come back and not feel an insane sense of FOMO which is an issue with a lot of newer mobage. i think a lot of people outsource their opinion on fgo exclusively from negative opinions which makes me kinda sad. the story is great, you can pick up the game at any time, and to those who find that kind of thing important: farming gems is easy. i say give it a shot yourself. ofc there are questionable things given the original source and its origins, not to mention the premise. but i do believe that despite its flaws i think people should reevaluate it fairly and not base it on the time they downloaded NA for 10 minutes and didn't roll an ssr right away after 20 rolls.

mahoutsukai no yakusoku - i'll be honest i have chosen not to play the game properly until an english version comes out bc i do not want to play a clicker in a language i am not very proficient in. HOWEVER. unironically one of the best stories i've read in mobage history, characters are great, i think it has wide appeal and the devs seem to understand that "joseimuke" paradoxically is something that can be enjoyed by all kinds of people (also it is a series that is kind to both fujoshi and yumejoshi. coexisting peacefully afaik). super recommend the story if you like magic, worldbuilding and interesting characters!!! bunta is a great writer. im a fan of idolish7 as well so i can vouch (also you can select your protag's gender which isn't crazy but in a game like this, i super appreciate it)

#compass - horrible game don't play this

love live school idol festival - i want you idol twitter and adjacent cunts to put respect to her name. RESPECT. SIF has never gotten her flowers from any of you facetious little slimeballs and you can deny it all you want but not only was this the blueprint but it also was probably what got you into the things you like in the first place. in a world where every other rhythm game is a bandori clone, i smile knowing SIF2 will keep the spirit of SIF alive (hopefully). the cards were cute, mu's discography is certified classic and anyone denying it in 2023 hates fun, and despite how archaic it was and its MANY flaws, i believe firmly that it deserves respect not only as an idol game but as a mobage in general. it really broke ground being localized when it was.

nikke - definitely top 10 most shocking things of the century that i played this and am still playing. its uh, very flawed, the wall sucks and once you hit that plateau in power level the struggle to catch up to content power walls is kinda depressing, but it has a lot of heart that keeps me logging in and talking to my girls. it's still unabashedly horny (though its a trick actually, a lot of the characters are more covered up than expected and it REALLY pisses a lot of the game's fanbase off), but i'm really enjoying the story. i think my pleasant surprise is so insanely high that it deserves a spot on here-- i think if you let it cook it mostly won't disappoint you. i love most of the characters :) korean kamige

argonavis AAside - i miss you. argonavis still lives, so i do not mourn what is living, but dabues was a special little game because it did not contain the evils of bandori. the gacha was fair, the spark ceiling was 100 rolls(!), but it was mismanaged from the start, fuck dena. im sad the new game will be a clicker but i will be there for argonavis no matter what. was pretty much what garupa should strive to be in terms of A GAME but unfortunately such days do not come to pass.

honorable mention cause its EOSing soon probably and im too bitter to talk about it positively rn given the current shitshow the jp version is in (ily global): vanguard zero, also megido72 because i only started playing it in december but im enjoying it a lot so far. i guess dream!ing also gets a mention. i will not elaborate

this is a postscript but i've played a lot of kusoge for tapjoy rewards and let me tell you. people playing regular well known japanese/korean/chinese mobage do not know the shit and crap that comes from the dregs of the play/app store. you do not know what a kusoge is until you've grinded earnestly and faithfully in shit like state of survival for an entire month. after those experiences i have Truly learned what it means to be a shit game

[and-this-of-all-my-hopes]

I get the hunger and the anticipation of wanting to know what happens. Especially with a cliffhanger. We want to know what happens next.

But we really don’t want to know.

Once we learn something, be it a huge spoiler or a tidbit, some of that magic goes away.

The cold open in “Hard Times” is a perfect example. That was uncharted territory. Something we had never seen before, never thought we’d see. It was the only point in the show that I had to take a pause because once the opening credits began I was astounded. I had been utterly mesmerized by those sequences that it literally spellbound me. It was only when the credits began that the trance was broken and I had to take a few minutes to reflect and relish what I just watched. I felt childlike. Thrilled by something that felt very special and wonderful. We don’t get that feeling often anymore.

The trial in “The Very Last Day of the Rest of Their Lives” is another perfect example of not wanting to be spoiled. The whole sequence was so gloriously intense that I was on pins and needles waiting to see what was going to happen. How will they survive this? Do they survive this? The stakes were terribly high. This was uncharted territory. We didn’t know what was going to happen. And the payoff? Perfect! It matched the anticipation. You laughed, it was funny, ludicrous even, but triumphant and unexpected. And that curiosity of “but how did they do it?” still keeping you captivated. How can that compare if you were told years beforehand?

We want desperately to know if everything will be all right. If our beloved celestial entities get the happy ending they deeply deserve. We want to know if we were right about the clues. Whose metas were spot on. Etc. etc. etc.

But no one really want to get a spoiler long before the last line is written. Before the first scene is shot.

Where does the magic go if the secret if shown before the trick even begins?

If anyone has seen Hadestown, we all know how the story of Orpheus and Eurydice ends, but it’s how the story is told, the getting there, that makes you start weeping when Orpheus turns around.

We need to enjoy the waiting. We need to enjoy the fandom and the fan art, stories, theories, friendships, all of it. That’s what makes our souls thrive.

And it will make the seeing all the more breathtaking.

You remember how I told everyone the plot of Season 2 before it aired?

(Everyone tries to remember and then shakes their heads.)

That's right. I didn't. I spent several years going "wait and see". And you waited and you saw.

I'm not going to reveal any of the plot of Season 3, either. So there's really no point in asking me to make things happen, or to tell me what you do or you don't want to happen. I'm not going to.

[theuniverseawakens347]

Howard you want to talk with Raymond or help me heal ur relationship understanding w him Tim and Ronald.

No.

It’s go sit and be alone and cultivate you. You want to know EXACTLY HOW THE END ENDS FOR YOU.. no.

YOU WITH LEE KILLED ME IN MY ROOM AUG 2017 GAS CAMP STYLE … you have ur reasons LAPD OR WHATEVER SOURCE THAT CAME FROM.. that NEEDS A CONVERSATION ( Lee KNOWS SHES GOING TO JAIL .. THATS to see me library AND ACTUAL FUCKING JAIL.. which is why YOU CUNTS FAKE REATRAINING ORDER MY MEN N FATHER AGAINST YOU NOT COMING TO ME .. THEN BULLSHIT ME HOWARD W RESTRAINGING ORDER FROM LEE )

NONE OF MY MEN RESTRAINED ME FROM THEM ON PAPER. LMAO UR FALLING FOR LEES STUPID TRICKS AGAIN..

She’s ur wife YOU DONT AUTOMATICALLY TRUST HER SHE HAS HURT U TIME AND TIME AGAIN AGAIN SHE DOESNT CARE ABOUT YOU SHE JUST FEELS POWERFUL OWNING A MAN WHO CAN BE WHOLE BY THEMSELVES AND SHE KNOWS THAT. SHE PREYS ON UR WEAK SPOT AND TRAPS YOU FOR GOOD.

SHES A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT HOW SHE FEELS ABOUT ME AND GOD. SHE JUST WANTS TO MALE RIGHT W ME IN FAKE TO SEE HER MOM. AND SCARED AMY IS GOING TO KILL HER BC SHE PROMISED AMY A SAFE HAVEN TO OUR FACES BUT BEHIND OUR BACKS BELITTLED AND HURT HER.

LEE KNOWS IN FULL WHAT I AM DARNIECE DUMBASS FUCKING TOLD HER.

AND SIGNED IT AS THE ROCK. 😒 OKAY THATS WHY THEY DIED AND SEPARATED TF YOU DO THAT DUMB ASS SHIT FOR!?

IM A CHILD NUMBED TO EVERYTHING AROUND ME AND WVEN WHEN I HAD MY MAGIC YOU MISSUSED ME - COWS BRAIN 1/2- REPEAT.

( the last time I saw Amy I WAS MORE OF A PARENT THAN BIG SISTER LEE .. u brought me there on purpose IN HINDSIGHT ANCESTORS AMY SAYS YOU ALREADY GOT THE TIME FRAME FOR HER TO DIE .. also why ya brought me to julan… “can she heal them for me I’m regretting my choices” NO YOU NUMBED ME GOOD TO GET BACK AT DARNIECE AND MY FATHERS N MEN you continue in weird way to ANYONE WHO LOOKS LIKE ME OR BLACK OR MORE X Y N Z THAN YOU … but we get to the hospital ( I said I hate those places I NOW LNOW WHY) and ya tell me Amy has fever of 102 .. she looks uncomfortable.. I stand near her for 2 second and turn to the night nurse “watching” SHE HAS A FEVER WHAT HAVE YOU DONE GET A RAG N COOL HER DOWN… they scurry THEY KNOW ME THEY FEAR ME .. they don’t know you YOU ARE PESANT .. I PUT THE FEAR OF GOD IN THE RIGHT ONES …

Then I tell you shift a pillow behind her neck and back give her support .. little things BED AIDE MANNER A DOCTOR NURSE SHUD FUCKING BE DOING!!! SOMEONE IN A PROTECTION ROLE! )

I know more about helping Amy than you and that’s ur sister UR CAUGHT ON JEALOUSY IN THAT MOMENT.. then question why I don’t help audrey TO UR SUFFICIENCY …

IM IN A NEW WORLD OF MY OWN AUDREY IS NOT MY FULL RESPONSIBILITY IN MORTAL FORM UNLESS SHE IS AROUND ME YOURE ASKING ME TO SAVE HER WHEN IM DROWNING .. BITCH WE BOTH DIE. SHE HAS FRIENDS N FAMILY AROUND HER AND SHES LIKE ME WHAT YOU CALL STUBBORN I CALL A FIGHTER !!

FUCK YOU AND SALISA 1/2 UR PARENTING ROLE JUsT TO FEEL MIGHTY BC YOU “own” something powerful. - THATS VERY SMALL OF YOU!!

I GIVE AUDREY WHAT I CAN COMPREHEND SHE NEEDS WHEN IM WITH HER I HAVE NOT BEEN AROUND HER WHEN ICE STEPPED INTO MY GODLY ROOT .. WE HAVE TALKED BUT YOU WANT ME TO GO THERR N SAVE HWR WHEN IM HOMELESS .. ur pushing to see scarlet witch - that’s weird of you.

I ALREADY KNOW SHES ONLY HANDICAPPED BC HER ENVIRONMENT AND THE BEST THAT I CAN DO RIGHT NOW IS GIVE HER LIGHT .. but you’ve gon behind the scenes to harass her w Salisa and leave Cheryl out the loop like Howard .. you tell ENOUGH TO SELL UR SIDE OF THE STORY IN FULL .. why YOU keep everyone separated BC YOU KNOW WHEN ALL LINKED UP THEM STORIES TOGETHER NOT GON MAKE SENSE .

YOU DEEM HER WEAK AND ME A FOOL .. you chose mortal god route TIME N TIME again so ur Satan can “win”

MY FAMILY SACRIFICE THEMSELVES FOR THIS BUG ASS MISSION AND AS I “lose mine” THEY PROTECT AND GUIDE URS YOU MISTREATED WHILE HERE TO HELP ME … over there GROWING INTO ALL OF ME .. in due time bc AGAIN THAT LONG LAST SHOT OF LAS ENCINAS TIMOTHY PELKO WAS A EXTRA SLOW RELEASE OF MORPHINE TO MY PINEAL AND HIPPOCAMPUS..

So we start - JESUS CHRIST YOU FUCKING CUNT.

And we keep going in circles UNTIL YOU UNDERATAND YOU DO NOT WIN EVEN IF YOU TAKE WHAT YOU DEEM IS IMPORTANT TO ME .. life for life bitch EQUAL WEIGHT. I TAKE URS IN RETURN TOO BUT THEY STACK WHAT YOU CANT SEE ARMY FOR ME IN A DIFFERENT RELAM.

LAPD WHY ITS DIFFERENT FOR THOSE QUESTIONING.

THOSE WHO GOT ME I KNOW I DONT NEED TO QUESTION AND I AM NOT. BUT I AM HELPING GUIDE THEM TO A PURE SOUL THEY SEE IN ME. BEyONCE UR EVIL YOU DONT WANT TO HEAL UR SCARED OF DEATH SO YOU T.HOOWW W ME CUT CORNERS AND THINK THATLL SAVE YOU FROM THE PAST OVER ONES YOU WILLINGLY MURDERED TO GET EVEN W ME YOUR MOM OR CLAIM A THRONE BUILT ON OTHER PPLS ASSETS. VIKING WOMAn.

911 who stuck in the “grind” n confused like Asian man middle seat Glendale station .. YA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS FROM UR CULTURAL ROOTS TO WARRIOR WHO OVER STEPS CHIEF!?? UR MISGUIDED WE TALK WHEN RIGHT. SOME OF YOU HAD GOOD INTENT WEIRD ACTION. AND CANT SEE IN FULL HOW UR LITTLE ACTION ( yes feels like betrayal bc NO PROPER COMMUNICATION YET .. Howard what Lee wants by having you bring dumbass restraining orders ) … CONTRIBUTE TO THE KNOCKING OF MY BRAIN BUT IS NOT THE DRIVE FORCE FOR IT HAPPENING.

Fear is an illusion other side of it is a utopia who’s been following me for evidence vs who got evidence + SELF GROWTH COMPRESSED COMPREHENSION OF KNOWLEDGE OF TRUEST SELF AT THEIR OWN ROOT - RETURNING TO GOD IN SMALL BABY STEPS TOGETHER.