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Write Into My Arms [2]

Characters: f!Reader, James “Bucky” Barnes, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Peter Parker, Hope Van Dyne, Natasha Romanoff, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Okoye, T’Challa, Shuri, Clint Barton, Happy Hogan, Dr. Strange, Wong, Bruce Banner, Amelina Rodrigez (OFC), with mentions of Thor, Carol Danvers, Rocket Raccoon, Groot, Peter Quill, Gamora, Nebula, Mantis and Drax.

Warnings: Language, Angst (mostly in last two chapters), Action (in last chapter) and no Beta (just me and Grammerly up in here) :: Word Count: 9491 :: Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

This was written for @jewelofwinter’s Writing Challenge!! I also incorporated a prompt for @jaamesbbarnes + @sgtjbuccky’s D&S’ Milestone Celebration!!

Prompt: “Tin Man lost Y/N.” (@jewelofwinter’s prompt) + “Publicly, I agree. Personally, I think it’s chickenshit.” (D&S’ prompt) Bolded in text below. Prompt #1 will appear in the third part while Prompt #2 appears in the second part. The next parts will be posted by the end of this week. All three will be linked.

Summary: You’re a small time blog writer who is invited to interview the Avengers. ALL the Avengers.

*Note for this chapter: Endgame happened - kind of. Steve didn’t go back to the 40s. Tony didn’t die. Natasha got brought back with the Bruce Snap. Bruce is not the Hulk mashup they had going on. Everything else happened. This takes place 3 years after defeating Thanos.*

[PART 1]

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Natasha’s interview is probably the most paced, filled with shocking details about the Red Room, where she was trained to be the Black Widow and her various roles in SHIELD, Stark Industries, and the Avengers - all while she throws knives at a target in the gun range. Intimidating.

She then takes you up to the gym, showing you how to throw someone twice your size over your shoulder and then you retreat to her room where lets you try out her fancy electric bracelet/glove thingies. Natasha talks about her relationship with Clint as she settles against her forest green velvet headboard - how he was the one to pull her out of that life...to give her a new start to help clear “the red in her ledger”.

“What changed? For you to take his help?”

“I was obedient. A perfect student. But I didn’t like what I did. I did it for the results they sought. I always accomplished my goal. I was broken. Broken and remade, broken and remade until I was what they desired.” She gives a harsh bark of laughter. “But Clint showed me there was another way. I have a skill set, he wasn’t asking me to live a lie - to go live a “normal” life. He was giving me a chance to save people instead of being a slave to ones who would never be concerned with me. The ones who had others to take my place should I ever fail.”

“So, you aren’t the only Black Widow Russia had?” You try to suppress a shudder at the horrible train of thought that brings forth merciless Black Widows and unstoppable Winter Soldiers.

“Oh no,” Natasha’s smile sends a chill down your spine and the terror, you realize, lies in the fact that everything she’s known before is death, pain, and the intricate ways in which to bring out about both. “I am the only Black Widow.” You nod jerkily before her smile softens and she reaches out to squeeze your hand reassuringly.

The sudden change in her demeanor is what causes your own to shift so rapidly. It sets forth a stunning revelation for you - she’s always wearing a mask. And that hurts.

It’s not like Tony, who has Pepper - who has known childhood and just feels things too deeply - so he wears a mask to protect himself...gives himself over to the persona he’s carefully crafted of lofty indifference.

It’s not Bucky, who had a regular childhood - as normal as one can have during the Depression, you suppose - who didn’t want to fight but went to war anyway. Who was torn and broken and wiped to be a weapon and now wears a mask to protect himself from everyone who sees him as the villain. But even he can always fall back on his normal upbringing for the first twenty-something years of his life.

Natasha had none of that. Absolutely none.

The sudden sadness comes from somewhere unknown but you feel it settle in your chest, a tightness that grabs hold of your lungs and heart, nearly stealing your breath away. What sort of people could do that to a child? Who could damage a person in so many ways for their own gain? Making them a weapon with the threat of always being offed if you failed. Everything feels heavy now and so you do the only thing you can; you turn your palm up and squeeze back in reassurance.

Natasha is amazingly open after that, suggesting a walk in the zen garden for you to finish up your fluff questions.

“I’m gonna take December. Santa Baby references all the way.”

“How do you like your coffee?”

“Depends on the day. Some days I need a venti caramel latte with three extra shots. Sometimes you just need a strong black coffee with a little room for some cream and sugar. Some days call for tea,” She shrugs as she finishes. “Just depends.”

Natasha is doing a rundown of the things in Russian she’d taught while you pack up your things from the cushioned bench, patience leaking from her very pores at your continued mix-ups. When she suggests testing them out on Bucky, you just shake your head - any nearly drop the recorder before shuffling your laptop from one arm to the other.

“I think Sergeant Barnes is a tough nut to crack. A solemn, mostly silent, tough nut.”

“Clint is a nut. Tony, an armor encrusted nut. Steve, a nut with the inability to long-term date. Bucky is not a nut. He is mostly silent, but that’s just part of who he is. A little solemn-seeming around new people. But Sam and him? Goofballs with a penchant for insulting and pranking each other. Give him some time.”

“That’s great, by the time I leave he’ll actually warm up to me.” A sigh escapes you, shifting your closed laptop from one arm to the other once again as Natasha and yourself make your way back to the living room from the very tranquil zen garden. You’ll need some more pictures of there for sure.

“Barnes is a softie at heart.”

“Is that so?” You jump at his voice, although Natasha doesn’t, which doesn’t surprise you with what you know about her. You’re sure little surprises her.

“Yep. See you later, Y/N.”

“Yes. Thank you, Natasha.” You stand awkwardly in front of Bucky, wondering why you get nervous every time he looks at you - not a bad nervous, but a strong tingle in your belly and chest that seemed to put you off-center.

“Ready?” You ask, plastering on a big smile.

“Come on,” He gestures with a tilt of his head, waiting for you to join him. You close the few feet and he begins down the hall.

“Where are we going?”

“The woods.” He pauses when he reaches the patio, “Will the woods have too much noise?”

“I wouldn’t think so,” You step off the patio and onto the grass. “You coming?” Bucky rewards you with a smile, a wide one that showed off his teeth with little lines crinkling by the corners of his storm blue eyes.

Once you reach the tree line, Bucky takes the lead, leading you to a little clearing and you smile when you see more sunflowers growing on the other side of the space. There is a couple of wrought iron chairs with plush black cushions and a little upside-down wooden milk crate sitting beside one of them. The chairs are set to the side in the shade and you take a moment to appreciate the serenity.

“It’s beautiful, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Bucky,” He corrects, shuffling from one foot to the other before gesturing you forward. Settling down in the chair beside the milk crate you set your laptop flat on your thighs, sitting the recorder on top of it.

“So, just to go over how it’ll work - I’ll ask you questions, you answer however you like. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. If you don’t like something I’ve asked, please don’t hesitate to let me know you don’t like it. Is there anything you don’t want to talk about, Bucky?”

“You can ask me whatever you like.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way.”

“Every other news agency, pretty much, has already written the ugliest and vile lies and truths about who I was, about what I’ve done...From what I read in your articles, from what I’ve seen from the others you’ve already talked to, I know you won’t do that. Ask me whatever you like.” After taking a deep breath, you give a reassuring smile and click the recorder on.

“Are you an animal lover?”

“Yeah. Steve and me keep trying to convince Tony to get a dog.”

“He won’t let you?”

“He just asked who was gonna take care of it when we’re on a mission for weeks on end, ya know? He had a point.”

“But you aren’t all on a mission at the same time, right? Someone here could take care of it.”

“Good counterpoint. We told him that too. He said he’d think about it. Still thinking apparently. Maybe just got lost in all those thoughts he has.” You hold out the recorder, wiggling it until he held out his flesh hand. You place it gently in his outstretched hand, reaching into your pocket for your little notebook and pen. You can feel his gaze as you scribble ‘Bucky/Steve need a dog. Mention to Stark. Repeatedly if necessary.’ A chuckle escapes his lips as he had leaned forward to see what you wrote, leaning back in the chair like before.

“Favorite guilty pleasure?” You set the notebook and pen on the milk crate as you smile brightly.

“Junk food. The serum speeds up metabolism, so we can’t get drunk unless we have some of that Asgardian stuff, so I can lay on the couch and eat all I want and then a couple of hours later do it all over again.”

“And that also bothers Sam, I venture to guess?”

“Yeah,” He’s smiling wide again, looking at the grass at his feet. “Mostly cause it’s his.”

“You steal his junk food?”

“He hides it bad!” Bucky defends with a laugh.

“Favorite weather?”

“Spring or Fall. I don’t care too much for the extra cold days we get in the winter here, but I like the familiarity of Brooklyn and New York, even if they aren’t my Brooklyn or New York. What about you?”

“I got heatstroke when I was in high school, so I’m wary of being in the sun for too long now. Otherwise, I’m good with just about anything. But I gotta admit I don’t care for the extra cold days either. And the ice! I hate ice.”

“Taken a fall, I gather?”

“Oh yeah. Definitely wasn’t pretty. Bruise all up my thigh and butt from how hard I fell and slipped a foot or so down the patch of ice. Limped back through the snow with my butt soaking wet and a nice wind blowing to add to the chill.” He’s trying hard not to laugh, flesh hand pressed hard against his knee while those little crinkles showed themselves again. “Go ahead and laugh. I’m tougher than I look.”

“Oh, I believe it.” Bucky laughs out finally, nodding in agreement while you admire the carefree laughter he’s engaging in.

“How do you like your coffee?”

“I usually just get it black after our morning runs...the menus just look so complicated now.”

“They really aren’t, you just gotta know your baseline.”

“Like?”

“Well, like lattes, iced coffee and most specialty drinks all start the same way - espresso. Espresso, plus whatever milk you want then you just add the flavorings you like. Experiment until you refine what you like and voila! Done.”

“And all that isn’t complicated?” Doubt is heavy in his voice, a smile still plastered on his too-handsome face.

“I’ve had years to perfect this narrowing down strategy, good sir. Coffee became a big thing right before I got into high school, so that’s the system I’ve been working with. When I was a barista in college, we would experiment with flavorings and shots and milk types, so that helped too. Do you have a sweet tooth?”

“Yes,” It’s almost a groan like you’d just brought out a decadent looking dessert.

“Does Stark have an espresso machine here?”

“Yeah. Big shiny silver thing on a counter next to Clint’s giant ass coffee cup.”

“Okay, when we get done here, I’ll make you what I like and we’ll see how you like that.” That seems to get his attention, his large frame leaning forward, the silver recorder looking small balanced in his palm.

“How do you like your coffee?”

“Humm, well if I want it hot, then I can go a couple of ways - white chocolate mocha with a pump of milk chocolate and a pump of caramel or I just get a mocha with hazelnut, vanilla, and caramel. Iced? It depends on the mood I’m in. Sometimes I just order tea. Sometimes I don’t want coffee, so I do a frappuccino or something like that with flavoring but no coffee. Depends on the day.”

“All of that sounded like a cavity.”

“Makes you want it all the more, huh?” You tease as he lets out a little groan.

“Yeah, it does.” You smirk, self-satisfaction written all over your face at his admission.

“Do you have a hobby?” He rubs his vibranium knuckles along his very sharp jawline before giving a little sigh.

“No. My therapist says I should get one but I haven’t found one I like yet.”

“Does it bother you when people call you the Winter Soldier?” It’s like he senses the change in questioning before you even open your mouth, his eyes falling back to the yellowing grass of the clearing.

“Sometimes. I know I was him. I know I was a tool. But now I know I’ll always be Bucky first, so it doesn’t bother me as much. The Winter Soldier is a part of me - a part resigned to the darkest shadows of my mind, locked away where he won’t see the light of day again - but he’s always there. I know they made me do all those things. And I remember doing them…” Your hand falls naturally over his, giving the metal hand a little squeeze and a soft smile. His eyes go from your face to where your hand rests on his vibranium one, a perplexed look before his shoulders drop a little and relax at the gesture.

“Anyone who knows what they did, can’t honestly blame you for what they made you do. And I’m sorry some people are uninformed assholes.” You take back your hand as he thanks you softly. “Do you think the Raft could hold him?”

“Maybe. Ross designed it to hold the Hulk but I’m sure given enough time he could.”

“This whole facility is full of geniuses,” You laugh out as he shakes his head.

“I’m not a genius.”

“Didn’t the Soldier shoot through a wall, several walls, to get to Nick Fury? That takes some serious calculations to be able to do that.”

“I was a sniper before…”

“Snipers have a clear line of sight. He didn’t have that. Now, that may have been him, but I don’t think so. You can’t brainwash someone over and over and over again and have them retain difficult mathematics in order to shoot through things with no clear sightlines. You’re a whole lot smarter than you give yourself credit for.” A pink creeps onto his cheeks before he looks across the clearing. After a few seconds, his intense blue gaze returns to you, nodding his head ever so slightly to the right. You follow where he’d tilted towards, taking in the sight of two big bucks easing into the clearing. You’re cursing the fact you’ve left your camera...wait, where did you leave it?

“There is a camera under the milk crate,” His voice is so soft you barely catch it, slowly nodding before sitting your laptop on the ground against your leg and drop the notebook and pen beside it, leaning over to lift the milk crate extra slowly. Withdrawing the bag, you ease the zipper open and withdraw a very expensive looking camera. You click it on and raise it, snapping a few shots of the deer eating before they both look up at the pair of you. Seemingly unafraid they come a little closer, Bucky rises, handing the recorder back to you before he takes slow and measured steps towards them. The bucks aren’t disturbed by him and allow him to come close, his flesh hand slipping into his pocket before offering whatever it was to the male with the darker coat, repeating the same thing with the lighter coat buck. You snap the pictures greedily, nearly laughing as you realize there are actually three bucks in the clearing. He must have heard you soft breathy laugh since he turns towards you and cocks an eyebrow. You point to the deer, then him and hold up three fingers.

The eye crinkles return as he shakes his head with a grin. The deer both decide he doesn’t have anything more to give and return to their grazing on the edge of the clearing, and you snap a picture of Bucky walking towards you and when he realizes it, he scowls at you which just makes you click the button yet again with a big grin on your face.

“What was in your pocket?”

“Sugar cubes.”

“Ahh, buttering them up for a while I see.”

“You know it, doll.”

“Wanna continue, Mr. Disney Princess?”

“I’m not singing if that’s what you’re hoping for.”

“Damn,” You sigh out the curse before pursing your lips. “Okay, fine. I guess we go back to questions.” Waiting for him to settle back in his seat, you carefully zip the camera back up and are about to tuck it back in under the milk crate when he speaks.

“I’ll take that.” You’re about to hand it over when you pull it back.

“Promise you won’t delete the pictures I took of you.” His storm blue eyes stare at you intently, looking for something before he gives a little huff.

“Fine.”

“Any of the pictures of you, Mr. Barnes.”

Another huff. “Fine.” Handing over the camera bag, you hold the recorder aloft as you try to remember the line of questioning you had planned for Bucky.

“Do you miss the 40s? Did you want a normal life after the war was over?”

Bucky shrugs, sitting the camera bag beside his leg. “I miss my family. I missed getting to come home to them. I...I don’t know what would’ve happened when I came home from the war. I know I was different from it - even before Zola’s experiments. I wasn’t the guy who had a different girl on my arm every week anymore...and honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be that anymore either. I was different. Steve was different. The world was gonna be different when it all ended. I don’t know what would have happened...I guess I would have dated, found a woman I liked and had a kid or two...but I don’t know, maybe I would’ve decided to go off to be alone for a long while after the war.”

“Is Wakanda as beautiful as they say?”

“Even more. Maybe I’m just partial ‘cause I got left alone for big swaths of time, so I could sit by a little lake and just watch. Sunrise is beautiful, but the sunset...wow.”

“If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go - and you can’t say Wakanda.”

Bucky chuckles as you blurt out the Wakanda bit before running his flesh hand through his hair. “I guess I’d like to go to some little island with all the amenities but no one else.”

“No one? Not even Steve? What about Sam? How will you get your junk food if not from Sam?”

“Definitely not Sam, but I’ll be sure to make a list of the food I want beforehand. Maybe Steve, but he’ll have to sit downwind since he’ll have to be smothered with sunblock. I can think of a few people I might let on my private island, but they gotta bring something to offer me.”

“Like payment?” A good-natured smile is on your lips as you shake your head.

“Yes. Silence and beautiful scenery come at a cost.”

“And what exactly would one need to bring you to gain access to this island paradise?”

“What would you like to bring me?” There’s a glint in his eyes, something flirting on his lips as he waits for your reaction.

“Coffee. And you’d have to take it however I decided to make it that day.”

“Deal. You’ll be allowed on my island,” He gives a nod as he grants his permission, making you press a hand to your chest with a mildly shocked expression which doesn’t last long as you giggle.

“Soooo kind of you!”

“You’re welcome.”

“If Stark does a superhero calendar, which month do you want and what are you wearing for it?”

“Why would he do a calendar? Wear for it?” You withdraw your phone from your pocket and do the same thing you’d done for Steve; You show him the Australian firefighter calendar with each one holding or posing with baby animals for reference. “Oh.” Pink suddenly graces his cheeks and his throat as you smile at him, enjoying his obvious flustered state.

“As another example: Sam’s wearing the tightest red shirt he owns and jeans but could be ‘persuaded’ to dress in a nice suit and tie. He chose August. Steve chose -”

“Steve?” Bucky snorts out his best friend’s name. “Okay. Lemme hear it.”

“Steve chose May with a nice suit and tie with flowers in the pocket instead of a pocket square. But I convinced him to change it to him in just a tee-shirt and jeans, sitting sideways and painting a field of flowers in front of him. He liked that better.” Bucky’s shaking of his shaggy brown hair makes you think it wasn’t the oddest thing he’d heard about his friend.

“Always an artist, I guess.” Bucky bites his bottom lip, gazing off to where the deer had been. “October.” He says after a long pause. “What would you suggest I wear?”

You know it’s an innocent question, but your heart kicks up a little when he asks it. Especially after all the banter you’ve been through with him.

“What would you be comfortable in?”

“A hoodie and jeans probably.”

“I’d have you go out of your comfort zone then...maybe a gray velvet blazer with black jeans and a black shirt...maybe pull your hair back like when you were in the gym yesterday morning, maybe a blue silver shirt to bring out your eyes...no, the black. It’s October. Maybe tuck a Halloween handkerchief into your jacket pocket.” His gaze is intense and it’s your turn to look away. “Just a thought.”

“I like it. If you were to do the calendar thing, what month would you choose and what would you be wearing?”

“Oh, um...Probably October. I love the fall. I think I’d either want to wear a black skater skirt with black striped stockings and a mauve shirt with a cute Halloween saying on it while I’m surrounded by leaves and pumpkins or I’d dress like Velma from Scooby-Doo.”

“Scooby-Doo is the one with the great dane who talks, right? Velma is the one in the purple?”

“No! Velma is the one in the orange and burgundy with the glasses! Educate yourself, Bucky!” He holds his hands up at your hostile tone.

“Sorry. Sorry!”

“Now, back to the hard questions...what is some 40s slang you’d like to see come back into use?” He shakes his head again, flashing those pearly white teeth as those too cute crinkles show themselves again.

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You hadn’t realized you had spent so much time with Bucky...not until Clint had come to get the both of you for lunch.

Bucky had mumbled an apology to which you brush off.

“I enjoyed it! And it helps me to build the picture I wanna paint for you guys. No biggie at all! I’m pretty glad you felt comfortable enough with me to talk that long.” He had walked beside you the whole way back, listening to you rattle off about work and how you wanted to set up the release of each interview with patience and a very kind smile that showed in those handsome blue eyes.

After lunch, you were handed over to the Wakandans who take you to a formal room that looked like it was only used for taking pictures with expensive friends and foreign dignitaries.

Holy shit. Down the fancy rabbit hole again...

T’Challa begins the interview with the opening of Wakanda to the world.

“Wakandan technology is far above the rest of the world,” He nods seriously at your beginning statement. “And you’ve made examples of people who have tried to steal your vibranium in the past - does this mean that you won’t be integrating even the most basics of Wakandan tech to the outside world? Or do you think we’re still too greedy to be trusted with that?”

“It can be seen that way. Wakanda has thrived because even though our tribes are different, we work together. Vibranium is ours. We, however, would help anyone who requested it. Shuri and the technology department have already helped a great deal with Nakia acting as an ambassador. We will continue to do so.”

“The suit you currently wear as the Black Panther absorbs energy, is that right?”

“Yes.”

“So could you absorb Thor’s lightning and redirect it? And the same with Carol Danver’s abilities?”

“Yes, theoretically.”

“So the shield that Cap has, could also - in theory, do the same?”

“No,” Shuri interrupts. “Because his shield was not made the same way as the Black Panther suit, thus could not hold the energy long enough to redistribute it in any way.”

“Howard didn’t have your imagination. Or the abilities Wakandans have to spin it into fabric. Does it take a long time?”

“No, we have refined the technique for so long it is very easy.” T’Challa takes back over, Shuri giving a little huff at her brother.

“I’ve heard that Wakandan sunsets are the most beautiful in the world. Mr. Barnes seems to agree. You three would be biased, but I’m going to ask anyway. Is it the most beautiful sunset in the world?”

“Yes,” All three say at the same time, each one has this shining look in their eyes, seeing it in their minds like it’s happening right before them.

“The way you all said it - the way you all look right now, it must be truly magical.” You wiggle a little in the chair as all three exchange glances, pen trailing down the notebook to see your next question.

“Sergeant Barnes was taken to Wakanda after the Sokovia Accords bullshit,” T’Challa’s eyebrow raises but he says nothing as you continue. “Why did you allow this? If anyone learned you were harboring the most wanted fugitive in the world at the time, there could have been serious repercussions for you all.”

“What could they do to a poor, third-world country that most people didn’t know even existed?” Okoye cross-questioned, her eyes so sharp you know why she was chosen to be a leader. She’s got a scary strength in her.

“Excellent observation. No one would look there. Is that why you let Steve in also?”

“I think by then we figured, we have one broken white boy, why not add another?” Shuri pipes up with a big smug grin. “But Steve didn’t get half the treatment that Bucky did. Bucky had to have family dinners with us. My mother insisted that if he was to remain safe once he got better, he would need some help.”

“What kind of help?”

“We, for all purposes, adopted him into the royal family,” T’Challa confirms and honestly, if you had a drink, you’re about 90% sure you would have spewed it all over your notebook and yourself.

“I’m sorry, wh-what??”

“He was given titles so that he has all the same immunities that we share as royalty and as the Dora Milaje receives as bodyguards to the royal family. That way General Ross could not have him arrested for any of his past crimes nor any new ones he could dream up to put on the White Wolf.” T’Challa smiles at you. “I guess he did not tell you that.”

“No. I honestly didn’t have a clue about that.”

“He probably wanted it that way. He said they are just words on his passport and papers. Bucky is very thankful for them and for all he has received, yet he has asked me to remove them when we feel that it’s safer to do so...He thinks he is undeserving. He has had to die many times for his country, for the world, so I feel the least I can do is give him those words.” Okoye nods at her king’s words as you try to fight back the watering your eyes seem to want to do.

“May I ask why do you call him that?”

“The children who lived nearby began calling him that - said his hair was shaggy like a wolf, eyes sharp like a wolf. Thus that was what they called him.” Okoye answers as Shuri taps at her phone while nodding absentmindedly along with Okoye’s words.

“So, I want to ask, should I break all these women’s hearts who are going to read this by telling them you’re off the market, T’Challa?” He chuckles, eyes downcast but mirth evident in them as he rubs a hand over his beard.

“I am. Nakia will be my queen one day.”

“Gonna woo her like a regular guy? Breakfast in bed? Flowers? Or do you have like Wakandan rituals you have to do before you can get engaged? Similar to the British? Like she’ll need to meet the Queen and get her approval and adhere to the royal duties and ceremonies...like that? Or does she already know about that since her father is the head of another tribe in Wakanda? Does she want to deal with Shuri all the time?”

“Oooh - fighting words!” Shuri grins out at you before sticking out her tongue, which you return with childish glee.

“He freezes half the time he sees her.”

“Aww, really Okoye? That’s adorable T’Challa! You must really adore her for your brain to sort of blank like that. I think that’s wonderful. Everybody deserves someone to sort of freeze up and just stare at them like they’re that important.”

“Thank you. I wish that for you as well, Y/N.” He must take in your startled expression since his smile kicks up a few notches before his phone rings. “Excuse me.”

“Of course, your highness.” T’Challa scowls at you before leaving to answer the call.

“I need to go,” Shuri whispers, eyes darting at the door her brother just exited through.

You can see the cogs turning in her mind. You honestly hope it doesn’t involve more deer. “Book it!” You whisper back, watching her dart out the door. You turn to Okoye. “So, how do those bead things work?”

Okoye begins going over the basics when Shuri walks back in, dragging her feet before looking at you with the biggest grin while T’Challa comes in right after her with a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Mother is not happy you managed to prank M’Baku from this distance.”

“She should be concerned, our future is in both of your hands,” Okoye sniffs before shooting you a smile, the smile disappearing into what you’ve been referring to in your head as her “business face”.

Shuri retakes her seat, before ignoring both of the adults and tapping on her bracelet. “You asked how these works?” An enthusiastic nod is all it takes for her to show you how their bracelets work before she overtakes the interview, showing you just as many memes as Peter did, and even leading the discussion on the school system differences between Wakanda and everywhere else. She talks about her lab, T’Challa putting on a show of yawning as she goes on, and you ask her about how she developed the Black Panther suit to store, and then use, the energy wielded against them.

“What about potentially dating? Would they need to be as smart as you? Would they need to be Wakandan?”

“If I had to wait for someone as smart as me, I would die of old age. That’s not important to me right now, nor, I think, anytime in the immediate future. T’Challa is King and when he gets married, he can make all the heirs and I can be in my lab showing them all the embarrassing photos and videos I have of him.” T’Challa and Okoye both look on with matching expressions of relief/humor. And honestly, you can’t blame them. If she’s pranking someone from halfway across the world is any indication, they all have every right to be worried.

Okoye has said little the whole interview, but each word is as measured and weighed as the words you submit for the blog. She knows her value and you have to sort of stare in awe of her for that. A fearsome general who would die to protect her king, her country and the world. She explains her tattoos, briefly, and what she doesn’t add - Shuri is more than happy to fill in while T’Challa corrects her.

“And that’s how her husband got imprisoned…” Shuri adds as if this is the least important bit about the closed-off Okoye.

“You’re married?”

“My husband asked me to choose between him and Wakanda. It was not a difficult choice.”

The epitome of He Wasn’t Man Enough for Me.

“You went straight up Olenna Tyrell on him, didn’t you?”

“If a man ever asks you a similar question, think of myself and Olenna.”

“That’s life advice if I’ve ever heard it, Okoye.” You agree immediately with the general. “We should have t-shirts made!”

Shuri is typing furiously on her phone. “They’ll be ready in two hours.” Your mouth is open. Wide.

Again.

The power of a genius teenager with seemingly unlimited funds…

“You must be careful what you say to her…” T’Challa voices as he rises from his chair. “And for the record, I would not do Tony’s fake calendar.”

“He would. He would like to be February.”

“Shuri!”

“It makes it all the more real, you know - moments like this… What do you think he’ll wear?”

“Probably traditional Wakandan clothes. But if you had Nakia on your side, you could get him to wear just about anything…” Okoye shares a devious smile with you as she stands from her seat, brushing an invisible (to you) piece of lint from her skirt.

“Have a good rest of your evening. We will see you at dinner, Miss Y/N,” T’Challa gives you a brief hug, his spicy scent reassuring in a way you didn’t understand and didn’t care to think too much about since it was comforting. Okoye giving a bright smile before trailing after her king, heeled boots clicking from the room with authority.

It’s the most dynamic interview so far since there are three strong people who all love their country with very strong ideals.

“You and the White Wolf seem to be getting along better…” She has a sly smile painted on her lips, making you give her a little side-eye as you finish gathering your things, closing the door firmly behind you before heading with her down the hallway back to the hub of the house.

“I would assume so. Bucky is a lot…,” You search for the right word. “Softer than he lets on.”

“Oooh, its Bucky now, is it?” She gasps dramatically, a smile stretched like a Cheshire cat.

“Princess, I have something to tell you -” You turn toward her with the most serious expression you have mustered since you set foot in the compound. “I don’t think you are ready to do spy or fieldwork. Your subtlety needs some work. Like, a lot of work.” Okoye snorts ahead of you, standing by the entryway, making your own smile widen as Shuri scowls at you.

“Got time for me tonight?” Tony calls out from farther down the hall headed towards the kitchen.

“Sure do!”

“Perfect! Right after dinner, then?”

“Sounds good to me,” You shout back, watching him give a thumbs up before disappearing back down the hall.

“So, what did you and Bucky talk about? Did he tell you about his goats?”

“He did. Also mentioned a nosy princess who helped him too.” You walk past where they stop in the living room, headed to the patio where Sam, Steve, and Peter are all standing, T'Challa heading towards the men as they watch Shuri stick her tongue out at you as you go to your room to start downloading the interviews and adding to your notes.

“Just a few days and she already has your number, sister.” T’Challa chortles, Sam’s laughter echoing alongside.

“Shut up, brother.”

It’s the last thing you hear as you hurry to your room with a big smile stretched on your face.

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“Interviewing Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man and the face of Stark Industries. Now, Tony, would you like to start with the fluff questions or get straight down to it?”

“Let’s save the fluff for the end, huh?” You swallow hard at his words, a tight smile dancing across his lips before disappearing. Settling a bit more into the dark brown leather chair of his office, you nod before glancing down at your list of questions.

“What was your ultimate reason behind pushing for the Accords?”

“I know we needed to be checked...held accountable if things went bad. I felt we could always go in and amend it later, but I saw what Ultron did, first hand and without Fury and SHIELD...who was gonna be able to hold us accountable?”

“But what led to the Accords was Sokovia, but the catalyst was Zemo posing as Bucky for the bombing, correct?”

“Essentially, yes. But even SHIELD answered to a higher authority.”

“And look what happened to SHIELD,” You counter, eyes just as sharp as Tony’s in the well-lit office. He sighs and you can see him working out where this is going, what question is next. “I don’t think that people who hide their faces should be trusted with the security of the world’s fate. But I don’t think you were wrong when you said you see a shield of iron protecting the world, but I think you need to see that the Avengers, the Guardians of the Galaxy...these are that suit of armor you wanted. People who have power but have never had to work for it -- sacrifice for it -- see others die because of it -- they honestly have no right to tell you if you’re in the wrong. You guys are the only ones who can.” Tony drags his fingers along his desktop before reaching for his amber drink. “I’ve seen your building acquirement. I know you spearhead the cleanups. I know you have bought buildings that have been damaged by not just the Avengers, but by HYDRA, the mafia, insurgents in the Middle East, and Yakuza. I’ve read other interviews with you - before and after your kidnapping. What happened to you in that cave and what happened to you when you pushed that nuke through that hole in the sky, they changed you, Tony. For the better, I believe.”

“You sound so...convinced.”

“And you aren’t? I’m as convinced you are a truly wonderful person, superhero, husband and father as you are convinced that Spider-Man is going to be the very best version of the Avengers you know he can be.”

“That’s a lot,” You can hear the emotion in Tony’s voice and you give him a watery smile in return.

“Do you think people should know about the existence of the Raft?”

“Look, that-it-it all boils down to secrecy. It boils down to some Area 51-esque shit. Should the nice lady working the night shift at the diner know? What would it change for her? Not a lot. It would just give people another reason to argue - give politicians another crusade to go after that will never have to produce actual fucking results and keeps everyone from going after the real problems we’re facing.” The frown he’s sporting makes you think you should have skipped that question, but the quickness with which he’s answering makes you think he isn’t exactly the Raft’s biggest fan either. “So, I’ll have to simply say that: Publicly, I agree. Personally, I think it’s chickenshit. But right now, the chickenshit is needed. Especially after the Snap, the Blip, whatever the fuck they call it...normalcy is what everyone is craving and it’s what they should have right now.”

“What sort of jelly do you use on yours and Morgan’s pb and js?”

“Strawberry preserves usually.” The tenseness seems to seep away a little, but you see you need to coax his mind to slow down a little more.

“Bowling or mini-golf?”

“Mini-golf.”

“Bubble bath or shower?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a bubble bath to relax. Showers are for getting clean.”

“So what do you do to relax?”

“Not a whole damn lot to be honest. I-I can’t seem to shut it off most days.” His fingers dance around the rim of his almost empty tumbler. “Mostly I push things aside to deal with them later so I can be in the moment as much as possible with Morgan and Pepper.”

“Craziest thing she’d done so far?”

“Pep and I went out for a date night. Left her at the Tower with Steve, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Bucky, and Peter. Come home and a) she’s still awake and b) she’s hanging from the damn ceiling with Peter while Bucky shoots Nerf darts at the both of them while Steve cleans up all the scattered toys and was shouting that she needs to get to bed not be more riled up when we get home.” The softest smile is dancing on his lips, his eyes full of love and you know it’s not just for Morgan. “Morgan was squealing with joy, so I couldn’t really get angry. Especially when I saw Peter had layered his web fluid so if they fell or slipped, there was webbing about every two feet as a precaution. Plus they had the mats from the gym on the living room floor and Clint was sitting on the countertop, using those eagle-eyed peepers.”

“Craziest thing before that?”

“Last Christmas when Steve took her sledding down one of the hills in the compound, which turned into sled racing when Rocket and Thor got involved. Pep didn’t care for that. We built some bumps to be like a brake system the next morning. She still didn’t like it too much.”

You learn Morgan also likes it when Thor makes her hair stand on end and Groot gives her flowers.

“She’s with Pep’s mom and dad in California for a couple of weeks since they just got back from a cruise and haven’t seen her in a while. I miss her. Facetiming every day just doesn’t cut it.”

“Starting to get a little itchy - ready for her to get home. I get that. I adore my cousin’s children. Been around them nearly every day of their lives the first year. Then she moved to Idaho for a job and I didn’t get to see them again until they were almost two. She visits more often now, I’ve seen them every two weeks for the last four months. It’s hectic - but I love it when there are toys, crayons, and blankets scattered everywhere in my living room. When they leave, man, I swear I sleep for a whole day then just sort of sit around looking at the cleanliness with a little bit of disdain.”

“Luckily I have you lot to make a mess, so it doesn’t seem so bad right now.”

“Well,” you laugh, “That’s certainly one way to look at it. Okay, ready for more of the fluff?”

“Bring it.”

“How do you handle a bad hair day?”

“I’ve never had one in my life. Next question.”

“Okay, if you were to do a superhero calendar, which month would you be and what would you be wearing for it?” Tony shakes a finger at you, grinning.

“See, Rhodey told me about this question, so I’ve had some time to think about it...I’d say I would like to be June or July, what did Cap choose?”

“May.”

“July then. AC/DC shirt with a jacket and jeans, holding on of the older Iron Man masks under one arm. Fireworks in the background, maybe holding the shield. Really sell it, ya know.”

“If it was just you, no showing off...just something nice for Pepper.”

“September. It’s when we got married. What about you?”

“October.”

“Costume or regular clothes?”

“Depends on the photographer and how I’m feeling, I guess. Ideally, both. The favorite as the big picture and the other in the bottom corner or something.”

“You’ve had time to figure out your answer too, huh?”

“Sixteen interviews.”

“Sixteen? That doesn’t seem right.”

“Sam, Clint, Wanda, Bruce, Hope, Scott, Steve, Vision, Peter, and Rhodey. Natasha, Bucky, Shuri, T’Challa, Okoye, and you. Sixteen.”

“In four days. Like speed dating for a writer.”

“That’s what I told Sam!”

Tony walks you back to your room, discussing his favorite snacks, telling you what Monte Carlo is actually like before suggesting you go there on vacation with the dirtiest smirk you have ever witnessed first-hand. He then offers to let you try out a suit when Steve goes for his run tomorrow morning, which you feel a flutter of hope that you actually do get to do something like that.

He gives you a tender pat on your forearm when he says goodnight, leaving while whistling what you’re sure is ‘I’ll Be Seeing You’ by Billie Holiday.

You stay up for a few hours over what you should, furiously typing up your interview with Tony when Amelina finally texts you the gif of Kermit on the typewriter with the words “GO TO SLEEP!” immediately under it. You sigh, rubbing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose, but you do as she bids, texting her first that she needs to get her ass to bed too. You finish it up with “Stalker” with the eyeball emoji. Shuffling into your pajamas and letting the plush bedding swallow and comfort you, mind still thinking of all the things you need to add to the interview piece.

And that’s how you drift off, thinking of a shield of Iron Man armor drifting around the Earth.

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Someone is in your room far too early for your liking, poking you awake then ordering you into the bathroom. You sleepily realize it’s Tony before stumbling to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and managing to hop/change into a pair of black leggings with constellations all over and a dark gray t-shirt before returning to the bedroom.

“Don’t give me the glare pout. I brought coffee.” Tony has socks and shoes laid out for you and when you raise an eyebrow at him, he just shrugs then taps his wrist where a watch would be. Slipping into the shoes and socks as quickly as possible, he hands you a tall ceramic mug, bidding you to follow him quickly and quietly down the hallway towards his workshop.

When you get in, you see one of the earlier suits standing in the middle of the room and the butterflies in your stomach turn to little stones that sink and pile up when realizing what you’re about to do. The sweet coffee doesn’t help now that reality settles in. Are you really gonna do this?!

“Scared?” You can’t even manage words right now, so you just nod. “Good. Healthy. Smart, even.” He touches it, the suit open beneath his fingertips like a mechanical flower. “Come on,” He eggs. “FRIDAY and I are here to keep you safe.” You nod again, nerves or not eating breakfast - you aren’t sure which it is - is making you feel the first tendrils of nausea. “You don’t have to.” Tony offers the out, studying you carefully.

“No, I want to.” He helps you into the suit and just as it closes you hear him ask if you’re claustrophobic.

“Maybe you should have led with that Tony!” Thankfully, though, you aren’t - well not with this you don’t seem to be. It is close around your body, but it’s not a crushing, tight sort of feeling you would associate with claustrophobia.

“Can you hear me?”

“Yes. Did you just hear me yell at you?”

“Yes, but I ignored it.” You can see him move to stand directly before you. “Perfect. Wanna try walking first. Careful steps first so you don’t damage my floors.”

“If I eat shit in this suit?”

“Just gently push yourself up and get up like normal.” You do pretty well and Tony is smiling, watching like a proud parent. “Okay, let’s try hovering.”

“Hovering?!”

“Yeah. FRIDAY give her a little lift.”

“Yes, Boss.” Sounds in your ears softly before you hear a soft hum and feel the suit lift you from the ground.

“Holy shit,” You murmur, leaning forward and then backward to test the feeling of floating.

And just about that time when Steve comes in with Bucky, Sam, and Rhodey all in tow.

“Tony, do you know where -” He pauses, seeing Tony on the ground and the suit hovering a handful of feet off the ground. “Tell me she isn’t in there.”

“Okay. She isn’t in there.”

“Tony!”

“Steve!”

“FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Miss?”

“Do they always argue like an old married couple?”

“Yes, Miss, they do.”

“Get her out of that thing!”

“She’s hovering off the ground Steve! Not being sent out to tackle an arms dealer!”

“Can you set me down, FRIDAY? I can see the vein in Cap’s forehead throbbing.” The boosters die down, FRIDAY setting you down gently before the helmet flips up. “Let me out please, FRIDAY.” The rest of the suit opens and Tony offers an outstretched hand with his lips pressed in a thin line.

“Listen, I don’t want to be the person to give Captain America an aneurysm, so we’re all going to the kitchen to have breakfast.” You start past Tony and when you get to Steve you reach out, patting his chest twice. “And pull the stick out a little, Cap.” Bucky snorts before following, Sam shaking his head with a big smile before following.

“You know, every day I like her more.” Rhodey chuckles out. “Come on you two, you heard the lady. Breakfast. Bucky’s probably volunteering to cook as we speak.” Both Avengers give each other a look before mumbling out half-assed apologies and all three men then headed for the kitchen and the sound of multiple peels of laughter.

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Bucky and Wanda make omelets as big as the freaking plates while Sam makes bacon and sausage, all of it is delicious - not to mention highly entertaining as Scott did a few magic tricks, making Dr. Strange arch an eyebrow when he pulled cards from his mouth. Dr. Strange and Wong lead you to the zen garden afterwards, Wong leading in a small meditation set before you begin the interview.

Wong is nearly as closed off as Okoye, giving you just shy of not much, so you chalk it up to the fact that secrets seem to go hand-in-hand with mysticism. He does tell you about Tibet and how Stephen got him to listen to Beyonce. He is also a devotee of Adele and Boston.

“Like to keep that one name thing alive, huh, Wong?” He just chortles, taking a sip of his strawberry hibiscus tea.

Dr. Strange goes over his life before the accident and about not returning to medicine.

“I thought that was important, being the asshole surgeon who was the best at everything, the smartest at everything. The accident took everything from me and I was willing to do whatever to get that back. To return to being me. The Ancient One showed me that there was so much more than me to see.”

Twenty minutes later and you and Wong are fighting back laughter. “He thought Dr. Strange was my ‘made-up name’ and not my actual given name.”

“To be fair, the doctor part was an add on. And he’s sort of fair in assuming that’s a made-up name...I mean he’s already met Captain America, Iron Man, War Machine, Falcon, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Black Panther, Scarlet Witch, and Ant-Man. Dr. Strange isn’t that much of a leap after that.” But honestly, you can see Peter doing that, and that’s why you’re still fighting back the giggles.

After a couple of hours with the magic-wielding pair, you have FRIDAY lead you to Pepper. She’s in her office, a white-walled space with homey pictures scattered on them while several vases of flowers adorn the top of a small antique-looking half-table painted in a dark blue. She’s in a soft pink button-up blouse with a pair of charcoal lounge pants, her hair up in a messy ponytail as she looks up from her laptop.

Pepper is the most comfortable with the questions by far, both serious and fluff, and navigates them both with wonderful tact and subtle humor.

She talks about Stark Industries, about the Avengers, about her suit - Rescue. But you enjoy it most when she talks about Tony and Morgan. Her whole demeanor changes; her body seems to relax, her voice softens and her bright eyes get all the brighter.

“It seems like that’s the only time Tony is really, truly happy. And after I got him back...living our lives, being with each other and having a family - the simpler life...that’s all that mattered. I know Tony and I know he has a hard time shutting his brain off, but those five years while everyone else was struggling,” Pepper sighs, looking guilty. “I was having a life I dreamed about. It wasn’t complete - we had so many taken from us but we had each other. He was alive. That’s all I could have asked for. And then Morgan came along and I thought, maybe this won’t be so bad. Maybe Tony won’t feel so guilty anymore. Maybe he’ll get some rest,” She smiles ruefully. “When people tell you about kids, they say you won’t be getting much sleep. But I was hoping she’d wear him out enough to sleep.”

She nearly brings you to tears when she talks about the fight with Thanos - how she almost lost Tony again - before she clutched onto his shoulder, Rhodey’s armored hand clinging to her’s, Clint’s hand gripping onto Rhodey’s shoulder and Carol holding onto his. Steve is on Tony’s other shoulder with Thor’s hand heavy on Steve’s shoulder while Sam and Bucky are holding onto each other’s hands while Peter grips Thor’s free shoulder hard and Natasha squeezes Peter’s hand reassuringly. All of the Avengers forming around Tony in the gauntlet, shouldering the sheer force of the stones so they all walk away together this time.

“And it worked,” Pepper’s voice breaks a little, the emotion, even three years later is high. “I got to keep Tony, Morgan got to keep her dad...the world got to keep it’s Iron Man. Natasha was brought back, everyone from the Snap was back - it was more than we could have hoped for. Tony, Bruce, and Shuri rebuilt Vision a little while after we rebuilt the compound. I - I just couldn’t have asked for more.”

The words seem to break you the second time around, sitting in your room, sobbing on the floor as the interview stops playing through your headphones.

You don’t hear the soft knock at the door. You don’t hear Bucky and Peter enter but you feel Peter pull you into a hug while Bucky strokes your hair, making you cry all the harder. When you’re all cried out, Peter lifts you from the plush carpet as Bucky saves and closes your laptop, setting it carefully on the desk as Peter tucks you into bed.

“It’s okay, Y/N. We’re all here. We’re all okay.” You’re nodding against your pillow, not knowing how he knew what you were sobbing over, these five days finally hitting you.

“I got her, kid. Go grab some water and some aspirin for her from the kitchen. Get an apple or banana too, she’ll need something on her stomach when she gets up.” Peter nods eagerly before squeezing your hand twice and disappearing from the room. “Want me to stay?” You manage a nod as he kicks off his boots and settles against the headboard. You turn to face him, reaching out for his metal hand, watching a sad smile flit across his face. “Get some rest, doll. I’m gonna stay right here.” He brings your hand to his lips, gentle and soft on the back of your hand. “Not going anywhere.”

An hour later, when Steve and Shuri are looking for Bucky, they find him sleeping slouched to one side but still mostly upright, with your hand wrapped firmly around his vibranium one.

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[PART 3]

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A/N: Found the pic online and edited it, props to Google and all rights/privileges/ownership goes to who took the photo and to Marvel who made up all these characters.

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milkplusvn · 2 years ago

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HUGE Three Lilies Progress!

Tip: You can get these same posts sent right to your e-mail by subscribing to the newsletter.

Today’s issue goes over writing and previews of some backgrounds, as well as future expectations for the newsletter, the main development blog, and the individual devlogs on itch.io.

Writing: FIRST DRAFT 100% COMPLETED

After a long time coming, the first draft of Three Lilies has been completed.

What happens next is that I’m going to leave it alone for a week to give myself time away from it. Then, I get to return to it and start working on the second draft with fresh eyes. If need be I’ll do a third draft (and I will let that second draft sit as well before implementation just in case), but ideally I’m going to have that second draft be the final.

Now, I wanted to post a snippet from Countryside as a nice little picture, but Revue doesn’t give you the option to set the alt text for images (WHY?) and the caption with the description would come out long and awkward, so I’ll just…paste it in here.

nar "Huifang looks up at Anna through her eyelashes."

anna "N-Nevermind...!"

anna_t "Oh, shit, she's so close!"

anna_t "What am I supposed to do when you look at me like that, huh?!"

anna_t "Now that I've got such a good look at her, she seriously beats all those girls I hooked up with at the bar by a long shot!"

Art: Sprites Complete, Backgrounds Time

With the sprites now complete (I’ll show them eventually in character introduction tweets, it’ll be a surprise!), I am moving on to background art. Some assets are being remade so they can be bigger…and more accurate.

Now THIS is starting to look a little more like a forest on a subtropical island. Much better. (Compare: the old one, where I quickly textured thick lines and made bushes and called it a day because this was originally a jam game.)

Here’s a couple finished ones for the road:

Newsletter VS Itch Devlogs VS Main Blog

So, here’s the deal: all three of these things offer notifications by e-mail. If you were to, say, both follow milk+ visual on itch AND subscribe to this newsletter, posting the same information on them twice would just be redundant.

Here is how I plan to utilize these three channels of information, plus our social media.

Small updates will go on Twitter, and even smaller play-by-play updates typically go in the dedicated dev channel on the Discord.

When enough of these little updates have accumulated, I will compile them all into a Revue newsletter issue, thus making the milk+ visual tribune the place to subscribe to for update round-ups. I will also start reposting these newsletters onto our Tumblr for those that primarily follow us there.

After a couple of update round-ups, I will make the game devlogs the place to post game-specific update round-up compilations. That way, those who are only sticking to the devlog updates for information get a steady stream of information, but aren’t getting information so frequently it becomes irritating.

The main development blog will be used for major announcements, such as going gold, release date announcements, and so on. To emphasize their importance, the updates posted on that blog will also be pushed through the newsletter AND the relevant devlogs.

I know everyone has different preferences for how they’d like their updates delivered to them. So, if you’d like to keep up with milk+ visual stuff, here’s the breakdown again (with links!):

Join the Discord and turn on Twitter notifications for much more frequent bits and pieces. Both the Discord and the Twitter will always let you know when a new newsletter issue and a new blog post have been made.

Subscribe to the newsletter and keep following on Tumblr for regular progress round-ups, as well as anything even bigger.

Follow on Itch.io for the occasional news on what’s been going on.

Subscribe just to the development blog for when something big happens.

If you are interested in progress streams (which I plan on having another of soon!), they will be announced on the Twitter, Discord, and Tumblr, and you should also be notified of an upcoming stream if you subscribe to the YouTube channel and click the bell!

Thanks everyone for being so patient with me, especially after a couple years of trying and experimenting with this whole PR thing and just generally getting the hang of everything after Soundless’s surprising reception and real-life bumps. I think I’ve finally achieved a flow that works for me, knock on wood.

Let’s move forward into the future!

#visual novel development #visual novel #english visual novel #three lilies and their ghost stories #yuri vn

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meme-aesthetics · 5 years ago

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what memes had to do to us: breakdown for the meme-illiterate

What is a meme?

We talk about them all the time, but does anyone actually know how to define a meme? The most common form of meme is the image macro (pictures that get passed around with edited text/captions on them). But what about reaction gifs, planking/dabbing, Photoshop memes, Twitter hashtags, etc.? The image macro is only one kind of meme, though it’s the most archetypal kind of meme there is. How would one define “meme” in a way that encompasses all of these?

Time to dive into meme theory.

I’ll be basing this first part on a paper called “The Anonymity of a Murmur: Internet (and Other) Memes” by Simon J. Evnine. According to Evnine, a meme is a set of norms (Evnine 308). Or, more specifically:

Memeₒₙₜ: A meme is an abstract artefact made out of norms.

Meme𝒸ₒₙ: M is a meme if and only if M is made, as part of memographic practice, out of norms for producing things as parts of that memographic practice. (Evnine 315)

Where memeₒₙₜ = meme (ontological) and meme𝒸ₒₙ = meme (conceptual).

The ontological is just a more general definition answering what kind of category a meme falls under, while the conceptual specifies the exact thing within that category. For example: What is a teenager? Teenagerₒₙₜ = A person. Teenager𝒸ₒₙ = A person from the ages of 13-19 (Evnine 304).

Now...Unless you’ve read the paper, chances are that means next to nothing to you. Let’s break it down, starting with the ontological definition.

By "artefact", Evnine is referring to the result of someone imposing a concept onto some sort of matter in an intentional act of creation (Evnine 314). Basically, if you take matter and have a specific concept of what you want to make out of it, then go and intentionally create that thing out of that matter, you have an artefact. The meme is an “abstract” artefect because the "matter" it is made of is a set of norms—aka, it is made out of something that is not real.

How is a meme made out of “norms”? Well, take for example the distracted boyfriend meme, one example of the image macro. For the meme-illiterate, an example meme:

(Source x)

The “norms” of the distracted boyfriend meme is to use this picture, place text over the three figures, and have the relationship between the 3 labelled figures be that the boyfriend is distracted by/appears to prefer the girl in red over the girl in blue, who is presumably the girlfriend.

Now for the conceptual definition.

Meme𝒸ₒₙ: M is a meme if and only if M is made, as part of memographic practice, out of norms for producing things as parts of that memographic practice.

“Memographic practice” is kind of like the "meta-level" activity around a meme (Evnine 305). It is the process of sharing it, recreating it, riffing upon it, transforming it, etc.

Here are some examples of the distracted boyfriend meme that participate in memographic practice, which I found just by searching “distracted boyfriend meme” on Tumblr:

(Source x)

So basically, a meme is something that someone intentionally makes by imposing the concept of a "meme" onto a set of norms that were already pre-defined by memographic practice for the purpose of continuing memographic practice. Continuing the tradition, so to speak.

What about the first instance of a meme? When/how does a meme actually become a meme? Evnine has an answer for that, too. The first instance of a meme, i.e. the first time someone used the distracted boyfriend picture before there was memographic practice surrounding it to establish it as a meme, is part of a more general instance of meme that the Evnine calls MEME (Evnine 313).

MEME is just a meme𝒸𝒸 that results from the overall general existence of memographic practice, where meme𝒸𝒸 = meme common contents (a specific kind of meme, like the distracted boyfriend meme), and memeᵢ = one instance of a meme𝒸𝒸 (the example meme that I showed above).

So MEME covers initial instances of different kinds of meme𝒸𝒸 by being an overall meme𝒸𝒸 where its norms is the existence of memographic practice in general.

A diagram I made to illustrate this concept:

Additionally, a memeᵢ need not comply with all the norms in meme𝒸𝒸 (Evnine 317). For example, other photos of the same people in the original distracted boyfriend picture can be used, or a completely different picture could be substituted in if the relationship and positioning of the figures in that picture are recognizably similar to that of the original picture. Sometimes it isn’t text that is put on the figures, but the heads of characters from someone’s favorite show.

Some more examples:

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The point is, not all of the norms must be followed—just enough for it to be recognizably part of that meme𝒸𝒸 tradition. Thus, the norms within meme𝒸𝒸 may change/transform over time (Evnine 318).

So that’s what a meme is. Or at least, one conception of what a meme could be. What about memes in the wild? How do they function, what is their appeal?

How memes work

What’s unique about memes, then, isn’t that they’re participatory, or that they remix visuals and stock figures. What makes a meme a meme instead of a cartoon, a joke, or a fad is...a meme is an atom of internet culture...Creating, sharing, or laughing at a meme is staking a claim to being an insider: I am a member of internet culture it says, and if you don’t get this, then you aren’t (McCulloch, location 3668)

The above quote is from Gretchen McCulloch’s Because Internet: Understanding the New Rules of Language (which, by the way, I highly recommend.)

The in-jokes, the drawing of boundaries between those who “get it” and those who don’t, the group-bonding—that, is essentially, the heart of memes.

According to McCulloch, the internet is a “third place”:

The first place is home, the second place is work, but people also need a third place to socialize that’s neither home nor work, like a coffeeshop (McCulloch, location 3161)

This makes the internet a major site for linguistic change and innovation. It’s a place where people who may not have had pre-existing strong ties come together and socialize or exchange ideas. This aspect of the internet is also what allows the meme to thrive: ideas that catch move fast, and they spread further than they would have if they were otherwise confined in tightly-knit groups.

However, despite the fact that the internet functions on a network of (mainly) loose connections (I’m not saying that internet friends aren’t real friends—I’m simply referring to the fact that you probably follow more people and have more mutuals than you have internet friends), memes gain popularity because they create a sense of community.

Popular posts tended to strike a balance between somewhat obscure but not too cryptic—in-jokes and references that appealed strongly to a distinct subset of people (McCulloch, location 3292)

But what makes a popular post a meme? After all, it’s not as though any post that reaches a certain number of likes, reblogs, replies, retweets, upvotes, etc. automatically becomes a meme. Well, according to McCulloch:

A meme in the internet sense isn’t just something popular, a video or image or phrase that goes viral. It’s something that’s remade and recombined, spreading as an atom of internet culture” (McCulloch, location 3431)

In this sense, McCulloch’s idea of a meme aligns with Evnine’s. What makes a meme a meme is the existence of memographic practice surrounding the meme.

What was unique about the memes that took off was not the in-jokes, but the scale: in a world where in-jokes happen all the time and distribution costs are zero, a few of them can get really big because their in-groups are actually very large, like “people who agree that this particular cat looks very grumpy,” or “people who saw the previous very popular in-joke.” (McCulloch, location 3537)

“People who saw the previous very popular in-joke” is key. A lot of memes have a kind of absurd, incomprehensible humor to them. Why are they funny? No one knows. You can talk about dada-ism (or e-dada, like this Tumblr post suggests) and the state of the world but really, the humor behind the most popular memes are self-referential. They’re funny only because you get the reference, even if the reference itself doesn’t make sense.

Aesthetique™

Now that we have a working definition for what memes are and how they work, I would like to talk about what memes do. The affective qualities of the meme. Or, the aesthetic.

To explicate this, I will be using, of course, loss.jpg and Lucky Luciano (aka “you know I had to do it to em” guy).

Since this is written for the meme-illiterate, I'll be using copious examples of memographic practice in an attempt to illustrate the way memes overall affect us.

Let’s start with loss.jpg.

Loss.jpg starts with this comic, drawn by Ctrl+Alt+Del:

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According to the KnowYourMeme page, the meme started out as “mockery” of the strip, generating countless parodies across the web. Though, at this point, I’d argue that loss has become so ubiquitous that even if it started out as mockery, it’s looped right back around to a kind of awe.

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Most notable, however, is the fact that “norms” that make up loss have expanded and transformed to include minimalist portrayals of the comic.

(Source: the KnowYourMeme page)

Some examples:

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Lucky Luciano started out on Twitter, in a post that is no longer available to the public. Of course, the internet being what it is, it has been preserved for our viewing pleasure:

(Source: the KnowYourMeme page)

KnowYourMeme classifies this meme as type “Character, Photoshop”. The common norms of using this meme is to take a picture that someone else posted, and then repost it while hiding Lucky Luciano somewhere in the photo, “Where’s Waldo?” style. The meme became so popular that several blogs dedicated to documenting and furthering its memographic practice were created (wherethefuckishe, where-the-fuck-is-he and locate-lucky-luciano are the ones I’m aware of).

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And my personal favorite:

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And just for fun, here’s a combo meme:

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For those who don’t get that last one, the icon was edited to have both Lucky Luciano and loss.jpg:

The replies also included a Rickroll, which KnowYourMeme classifies as a “bait-and-switch” meme.

You might have noticed a lot of mixed reactions in the screenshots I included. “I am tired and I will never be free”, “fuck you op” (op stands for original poster in this context), or this fantastic reaction image provided in the last one:

What feeling do these reactions represent? What emotion is being evoked?

I would argue that the answer to these questions is “stuplimity”, a term coined by Sianne Ngai in her article “Stuplimity: Shock and Boredom in Twentieth-Century Aesthetics”. As the title suggests, stuplimity is described as a mixture of shock and boredom.

The sudden excitation of “shock,” and the desensitization we associate with “boredom,” though diametrically opposed and seemingly mutually exclusive, are both responses that confront us with the limitations of our capacity for responding in general. Both affects are thus frequently invoked in responses to radical art usually dismissed as unsophisticated... (Ngai)

Not all memes are created equal. Or perhaps, though they may start out somewhat equal, through memographic practice, some rise above others. I’d argue this is the case with loss.jpg and Lucky Luciano, which have become so well-known and common on the internet as to be veritable cultural phenomenona. Memes, being abstract artefacts created out of norms, are necessarily a group effort. Norms can’t be established by an individual. Memographic practice is a communal project. The first few times we see a meme, the first few times we “get” a meme, we may be delighted. But eventually, over time, many people become tired of the meme. Bored. And yet, they cannot revoke their own knowledge of the “joke”, and each time they come across a new iteration they are both astonished that there are versions they have not yet seen and bored by the same joke being used over and over. “I am tired and I will never be free” is the common sentiment, and I would label this sentiment as “stuplime”.

...a rethinking of what it means to be aesthetically overpowered: a new way of theorizing the negatively affective relationship to stupefying objects previously designated by the older aesthetic notion of the sublime. One way of calling attention to the affinity between exhaustion and the astonishment particular to the sublime, invoking the latter while detaching it from its previous romantic affiliations, is to refer to the aesthetic experience I am talking about—one in which astonishment is paradoxically united with boredom as the stuplime... (Ngai)

But this isn’t the result of a single instance of a meme. It’s the collective effect of all memographic practice surrounding a meme𝒸𝒸 that constitutes stuplimity.

Stuplimity is thus the final destination, the final form if you will, of the meme.

In conclusion,

(Source x)

Get it?

References

I’ve collected all the Tumblr memes in a tag here (though not in any particular order) and all non-Tumblr references are collected in a works cited page here (link will only work in browser).

#distracted boyfriend #lucky luciano #loss.jpg #meta #memes

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marlaluster · 7 years ago

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emptying clipboard -- the second to last item from the clipboard, the devil tried to make not postable in the last post here before this one, -- the devil just took my thought, I'll try to tell more in a follow up post.

"Something is starting to happen where this is able to post further than I can say this person can do it," the devil said something like this, it was trying to mess up the words, it was talking about that the person it's pretending says this stuff, ie posts my pictures w those titles, etc is not being able to openly be who is doing this like outside of the Anarcho Debatism discussion group, which is a closed group n not really prominently revealing the person is to be doing this. "This person can't be open. The devil, Rick," the devil said of the Rick Rusk guy that way, this is embarassing Marla. Something happened where that person is ... to have his name here after what happened. I said less. I tried to take it back. Bye," the devil said. "This is Mateo. I did say he was really less as someone in the group n then he has to lose now. He can't go on," it seemed Mateo said who i know from a place I used to work, he was a student I was an assistant with. It seemed this isn't exactly what he said maybe like the devil maybe like cut out something or tried to make it less revealing of what really happened, ie less revealing of a thing happening the person was really trying to tell about. -- "That person is too honest n open, Marla. I gotta go," the devil said. It seemed there was some taking in that i was telling the details of who Mateo was in relation to myself. It seemed the devil was not okay for that, ie disappointed, something, some response like dismay. But anyway I got some text copied from that figure but supposed person the devil is using to do the attacking comments n titles added w photos the supposed person took from my page. (I say supposed because the self wouldn't really be doing this, also people aren't really who they are here w the restriction o[f] the devil, idk, its hard to talk without the qualifiers on what the person is or others also involved are to be insulting someone like this.f) But the guy had a tagged ["I added 'tagged' here right. I did. please stop," the devil said. I don't think I put "tagged" because the photo wasn't tagged as I saw it, it had it as a title on the picture like the devil made it seem the guy put on the pictures he took from my page. "I can't stop but I changed that. Bye," the devil said of adding the word "tagged," here. I didn't put it when i wrote this n i wouldn't put it now, i didn't see it was tagged like a real tag on Facebook, it was on the photo.) photo saying "#family" on his page. Something like supposed to be stereotypically okay in devil world. Jesus said you're not supposed to be okay w family, i heard that once before, i read it posted as a comment on something, a video I saw on YouTube. It said Jesus said you should hate your life, the world n i think your family. "It does say that. Someone predicted that right," the devil said. Maybe it took someone's words to say this quote here, it sounded it was the devil talking. But anyway I was going to post some stuff to out n reveal what that psycho character is to be saying in the discussion group n reposting the pictures the supposed guy has added the titles to. People should not be hidden n supposed people acting like monsters n those made up by the devil or remade by the devil pretending to be them. It's best to put things n sort things out, not leave things up in the air. "I say that," Skip, someone my mom used to babysit for said. I don't know his last name, he is here as friends w Alan Brown n Truc Brown, who my mom used to work for. But here are -- the devil is messing w my thoughts, trying to make it seem hard to write this n putting a sense I'm dumb. "I didn't [***"Um i did change did to didnt here. Not auto change but after it posted," the devil said.****] do that. I can't survive this. Bye," the devil said. It may be saying that to be doing a trick or something, i of course would wish it to not survive. I was going to post some text I copied of the comment thread that was there as of the point I copied it earlier today, one comment thread w the supposed guy. There also some text from still another day (yesterday or maybe earlier today) I got off of Tumblr that I posted previously. I'll post that next here. .... This next tread I last copied yesterday, I'll put a link in comments to this text but the group is closed, but you could try to add yourself to the group, that's all I did. I tried to add some people today but it didn't work yet. But next here is the text of one comment thread w comments of Rick Rusk (I took off my wow response to his first comment here just a moment ago because that isn't what those responses are really for exactly is to not be nice exactly , the devil keeps making that Rick Rusk guy do haha reaction to all my comments I have on the post even my comments to others -- "Someone saw that. Thats really weird. I'll have to, but not," the devil said.). ... Replies to Rick’s comment on your post. View post Rick Rusk ^ figured out what her problem is 😂 11 hours ago · Wow1More Marla Bobarla You did, bitch? You gotta look in the mirror, nigger. Need to go lynch yourself, you can get it solved, not my problem but that this is supposed to be humanity you’re a part of. Punk bitch n not needing to be considered human species. 9 hours ago · Like1More Marla Bobarla So wrong to post photos of yourself that are not what the so genius society say that make people poor, so brilliant, so dick as fuck. Preach it! Eternal damnation, seeing the wrong of your ways, you teaching it as the society does making people poor as fuck n homeless n getting the goons on em n putting them in jail. Theydont know, or I don’t know, you gotta teach. I didn’t hear the oh brilliant society as the truth that I was less than n to not do not as them or I’ll be this, right, not okay. 9 hours ago · Like1More Rick Rusk *autistic screeching* 1 hour ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla What bitch? Retard bitch part of a sick as fuck operation, got it figured out, attack, attack, attack will get ya something, pretended win here. #sickasfuckhere. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply… Reply ---- end text of one comment thread ----- 9+ Replies to Rick's comment on your post. View post Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:11am · LikeMore Marla Bobarla My photos are not really meant BY ME for this. I suppose as part of a nigger lynching society you have your own purposes here for people, it's not good you can make em poor n homeless n get the goons, ie the police n others on them. #niggerlynchingsociety Yesterday at 9:36am · Like1More Marla Bobarla This is weird the obsession is using my words against me even though they don't fit. "Your pictures," the devil said. Horrible as fuck, at the mercy of a very, very sick population of people. #sickasfuckhere#lynchmobsociety. Wanting people poor as fuck n rotting in jail. #devilworshipping Yesterday at 9:38am · Like1More Rick Rusk Yesterday at 6:44pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Working at Christ Consciousness Project ,huh? Photos are nasty, huh, dumb bitch. Pussy bitch. Go hang yourself,in Jesus name Amen!!! Christ for nigger lynching? Is in the Bible??? Sick bitch. I hope people can see who you really are, sick bitch!!!!! Die bitch!!!!!!! Amen!!!!! Yesterday at 6:56pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla Diieeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! I hope you get shot, something!!!!! Yesterday at 6:57pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla But die, I hope you die, in Jesus name Amen!!!!!!! Yesterday at 6:58pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla You ain't gonna come up w some new slogans for the nasty picture, a body so nasty, so nasty to take a picture showing a body, really it's a belly. You know what to do, huh, dumb as fuck bitch. Dumb as shit. Fit right in here, it's dumb as shit here. Small minded as fuck! Disgusting as fuck, you fit right in bitch! Yesterday at 7:12pm · Like1More Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:13pm · LikeMore Rick Rusk PRO TIP: Disciples of Christ do not pray for the death of anyone they dislike in His name 😉 Yesterday at 8:14pm · LikeMore Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:15pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla You ain't for Christ, bitch. Attacking the fuck outta somebody. DEVIL WORSHIPING FO SHO BITCH!!!! Put this on your page, sick bitch!!!!!! Sick FUCKING BITCH!!!! DIE HARD, HANG YOUR BITCH ASS SELF!!! PUT IT ON YOUR PAGE, SICK FUCK!!!!!! ATTACKING SOMEONE LIKE THIS!!!! BULLY, PIECE A SHIT, GARBAGE!!!!!!! They need to know at the Christ Consciousness Project this is what you're spending your time on, finding some what, wicked sinners you have to insult the fuck out of!!!????? What are you doing DUMB FUCKING BITCH!!!!!! 8 hours ago · Like1More Marla Bobarla Die bitch IN JESUS NAME AMEN!!! I don't know what "pro" telling about Jesus putting this out, being disgusting as fuck. I'm saying what you're doing isn't okay attacking people. I don't know what Christ you're talking about where your place is to find stuff on people's page n attack them. Something maybe w a hate group. It's not okay to attack people, so it's really weird you're talking about Christ n being a pro. Wow. You are sick as fuck. Is your god the government too making people righteously poor?!!??? 8 hours ago · Like1More Rick Rusk ^ what a dumb ass bitch 😂 29 minutes ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Jonas Salk Jonas Salk I did try to get some people added so they can see something acting like this, so crazy as fuck. "I'm not sure what to do, i have to go that he will see," the devil said. Joseph Lyons I'm calling that Christ Consciousness Project place, crazy bitch. Psycho bitch. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply Yesterday at 2:41pm · Edited · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply --- end text of second pasted comment thread --- "I'm not doing okay for those other people to see it," the devil said something like this about the names of people here I added trying to tag them but it didn't work, so i did leave names to just show I tried n just to idk. The devil is messing w my thoughts again. "Iwas. I know why she put it. Can I tell n not lose," the devil said. I'll put links to the comment threads in the comments on this post. I'll also put Rick Rusk's Facebook page address. Very weird to act like this n it's supposed to be hidden. You can't really do that, that's not realistic.

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marlaluster · 7 years ago

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The devil is making one post not paste, it has a message come up saying "maximum number of characters reached"

It's a post to Facebook s the text from comment threads from the supposed guy Rick Rusk that was making those titles on pictures he would've supposedly gotten from my page. I'll try to paste it here, the things that wouldn't paste from the clipboard. .... "Something is starting to happen where this is able to post further than I can say this person can do it," the devil said something like this, it was trying to mess up the words, it was talking about that the person it's pretending says this stuff, ie posts my pictures w those titles, etc is not being able to openly be who is doing this like outside of the Anarcho Debatism discussion group, which is a closed group n not really prominently revealing the person is to be doing this. "This person can't be open. The devil, Rick," the devil said of the Rick Rusk guy that way, this is embarassing Marla. Something happened where that person is ... to have his name here after what happened. I said less. I tried to take it back. Bye," the devil said. "This is Mateo. I did say he was really less as someone in the group n then he has to lose now. He can't go on," it seemed Mateo said who i know from a place I used to work, he was a student I was an assistant with. It seemed this isn't exactly what he said maybe like the devil maybe like cut out something or tried to make it less revealing of what really happened, ie less revealing of a thing happening the person was really trying to tell about. -- "That person is too honest n open, Marla. I gotta go," the devil said. It seemed there was some taking in that i was telling the details of who Mateo was in relation to myself. It seemed the devil was not okay for that, ie disappointed, something, some response like dismay. But anyway I got some text copied from that figure but supposed person the devil is using to do the attacking comments n titles added w photos the supposed person took from my page. (I say supposed because the self wouldn't really be doing this, also people aren't really who they are here w the restriction o[f] the devil, idk, its hard to talk without the qualifiers on what the person is or others also involved are to be insulting someone like this.f) But the guy had a tagged ["I added 'tagged' here right. I did. please stop," the devil said. I don't think I put "tagged" because the photo wasn't tagged as I saw it, it had it as a title on the picture like the devil made it seem the guy put on the pictures he took from my page. "I can't stop but I changed that. Bye," the devil said of adding the word "tagged," here. I didn't put it when i wrote this n i wouldn't put it now, i didn't see it was tagged like a real tag on Facebook, it was on the photo.) photo saying "#family" on his page. Something like supposed to be stereotypically okay in devil world. Jesus said you're not supposed to be okay w family, i heard that once before, i read it posted as a comment on something, a video I saw on YouTube. It said Jesus said you should hate your life, the world n i think your family. "It does say that. Someone predicted that right," the devil said. Maybe it took someone's words to say this quote here, it sounded it was the devil talking. But anyway I was going to post some stuff to out n reveal what that psycho character is to be saying in the discussion group n reposting the pictures the supposed guy has added the titles to. People should not be hidden n supposed people acting like monsters n those made up by the devil or remade by the devil pretending to be them. It's best to put things n sort things out, not leave things up in the air. "I say that," Skip, someone my mom used to babysit for said. I don't know his last name, he is here as friends w Alan Brown n Truc Brown, who my mom used to work for. But here are -- the devil is messing w my thoughts, trying to make it seem hard to write this n putting a sense I'm dumb. "I didn't [***"Um i did change did to didnt here. Not auto change but after it posted," the devil said.****] do that. I can't survive this. Bye," the devil said. It may be saying that to be doing a trick or something, i of course would wish it to not survive. I was going to post some text I copied of the comment thread that was there as of the point I copied it earlier today, one comment thread w the supposed guy. There also some text from still another day (yesterday or maybe earlier today) I got off of Tumblr that I posted previously. I'll post that next here. .... This next tread I last copied yesterday, I'll put a link in comments to this text but the group is closed, but you could try to add yourself to the group, that's all I did. I tried to add some people today but it didn't work yet. But next here is the text of one comment thread w comments of Rick Rusk (I took off my wow response to his first comment here just a moment ago because that isn't what those responses are really for exactly is to not be nice exactly , the devil keeps making that Rick Rusk guy do haha reaction to all my comments I have on the post even my comments to others -- "Someone saw that. Thats really weird. I'll have to, but not," the devil said.). ... Replies to Rick’s comment on your post. View post Rick Rusk ^ figured out what her problem is 😂 11 hours ago · Wow1More Marla Bobarla You did, bitch? You gotta look in the mirror, nigger. Need to go lynch yourself, you can get it solved, not my problem but that this is supposed to be humanity you’re a part of. Punk bitch n not needing to be considered human species. 9 hours ago · Like1More Marla Bobarla So wrong to post photos of yourself that are not what the so genius society say that make people poor, so brilliant, so dick as fuck. Preach it! Eternal damnation, seeing the wrong of your ways, you teaching it as the society does making people poor as fuck n homeless n getting the goons on em n putting them in jail. Theydont know, or I don’t know, you gotta teach. I didn’t hear the oh brilliant society as the truth that I was less than n to not do not as them or I’ll be this, right, not okay. 9 hours ago · Like1More Rick Rusk *autistic screeching* 1 hour ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla What bitch? Retard bitch part of a sick as fuck operation, got it figured out, attack, attack, attack will get ya something, pretended win here. #sickasfuckhere. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply… Reply ---- end text of one comment thread ----- 9+ Replies to Rick's comment on your post. View post Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:11am · LikeMore Marla Bobarla My photos are not really meant BY ME for this. I suppose as part of a nigger lynching society you have your own purposes here for people, it's not good you can make em poor n homeless n get the goons, ie the police n others on them. #niggerlynchingsociety Yesterday at 9:36am · Like1More Marla Bobarla This is weird the obsession is using my words against me even though they don't fit. "Your pictures," the devil said. Horrible as fuck, at the mercy of a very, very sick population of people. #sickasfuckhere#lynchmobsociety. Wanting people poor as fuck n rotting in jail. #devilworshipping Yesterday at 9:38am · Like1More Rick Rusk Yesterday at 6:44pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Working at Christ Consciousness Project ,huh? Photos are nasty, huh, dumb bitch. Pussy bitch. Go hang yourself,in Jesus name Amen!!! Christ for nigger lynching? Is in the Bible??? Sick bitch. I hope people can see who you really are, sick bitch!!!!! Die bitch!!!!!!! Amen!!!!! Yesterday at 6:56pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla Diieeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! I hope you get shot, something!!!!! Yesterday at 6:57pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla But die, I hope you die, in Jesus name Amen!!!!!!! Yesterday at 6:58pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla You ain't gonna come up w some new slogans for the nasty picture, a body so nasty, so nasty to take a picture showing a body, really it's a belly. You know what to do, huh, dumb as fuck bitch. Dumb as shit. Fit right in here, it's dumb as shit here. Small minded as fuck! Disgusting as fuck, you fit right in bitch! Yesterday at 7:12pm · Like1More Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:13pm · LikeMore Rick Rusk PRO TIP: Disciples of Christ do not pray for the death of anyone they dislike in His name 😉 Yesterday at 8:14pm · LikeMore Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:15pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla You ain't for Christ, bitch. Attacking the fuck outta somebody. DEVIL WORSHIPING FO SHO BITCH!!!! Put this on your page, sick bitch!!!!!! Sick FUCKING BITCH!!!! DIE HARD, HANG YOUR BITCH ASS SELF!!! PUT IT ON YOUR PAGE, SICK FUCK!!!!!! ATTACKING SOMEONE LIKE THIS!!!! BULLY, PIECE A SHIT, GARBAGE!!!!!!! They need to know at the Christ Consciousness Project this is what you're spending your time on, finding some what, wicked sinners you have to insult the fuck out of!!!????? What are you doing DUMB FUCKING BITCH!!!!!! 8 hours ago · Like1More Marla Bobarla Die bitch IN JESUS NAME AMEN!!! I don't know what "pro" telling about Jesus putting this out, being disgusting as fuck. I'm saying what you're doing isn't okay attacking people. I don't know what Christ you're talking about where your place is to find stuff on people's page n attack them. Something maybe w a hate group. It's not okay to attack people, so it's really weird you're talking about Christ n being a pro. Wow. You are sick as fuck. Is your god the government too making people righteously poor?!!??? 8 hours ago · Like1More Rick Rusk ^ what a dumb ass bitch 😂 29 minutes ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Jonas Salk Jonas Salk I did try to get some people added so they can see something acting like this, so crazy as fuck. "I'm not sure what to do, i have to go that he will see," the devil said. Joseph Lyons I'm calling that Christ Consciousness Project place, crazy bitch. Psycho bitch. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply Yesterday at 2:41pm · Edited · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply --- end text of second pasted comment thread --- "I'm not doing okay for those other people to see it," the devil said something like this about the names of people here I added trying to tag them but it didn't work, so i did leave names to just show I tried n just to idk. The devil is messing w my thoughts again. "Iwas. I know why she put it. Can I tell n not lose," the devil said. I'll put links to the comment threads in the comments on this post. I'll also put Rick Rusk's Facebook page address. Very weird to act like this n it's supposed to be hidden. You can't really do that, that's not realistic. "Something is starting to happen where this is able to post further than I can say this person can do it," the devil said something like this, it was trying to mess up the words, it was talking about that the person it's pretending says this stuff, ie posts my pictures w those titles, etc is not being able to openly be who is doing this like outside of the Anarcho Debatism discussion group, which is a closed group n not really prominently revealing the person is to be doing this. "This person can't be open. The devil, Rick," the devil said of the Rick Rusk guy that it's pretending is doing the heavy insults w the photos, etc supposedly just for me posting saying that guy Jay Muenster in the group isn't a real person. "No way, this is embarassing Marla. Something happened where that person is ... to have his name here after what happened. I said less. I tried to take it back. Bye," the devil said. It was seeming upset, the devil was, as i was writing this or something. "This is Mateo. I did say he was really less as someone in the group n then he has to lose now. He can't go on," it seemed Mateo said who i know from a place I used to work, he was a student I was an assistant with. It seemed this isn't exactly what he said maybe like the devil maybe like cut out something or tried to make it less revealing of what really happened, ie less revealing of a thing happening the person was really trying to tell about. -- "That person is too honest n open, Marla. I gotta go," the devil said. It seemed there was some taking in that i was telling the details of who Mateo was in relation to myself. It seemed the devil was not okay for that, ie disappointed, something, some response like dismay. But anyway I got some text copied from the comment thread w that figure but supposed person the devil is using to do the attacking comments n titles added w photos the supposed person took from my page. (I say supposed because a real self or person wouldn't really be doing this, also people aren't really who they are here w the restriction o[f] the devil, idk, its hard to talk without the qualifiers on what the person is or others also involved are to be insulting someone like this.f) But the guy had a tagged ["I added 'tagged' here right. I did. please stop," the devil said. I didn't put "tagged" because the photo wasn't tagged as I saw it, it had it as a title on the picture like the devil made it seem the guy put on the pictures he took from my page. "I can't stop but I changed that. Bye," the devil said of adding the word "tagged," here. I didn't put it when i wrote this n i wouldn't put it now, i didn't see it was tagged like a real tag on Facebook, it was a title on the photo.) photo saying "#family" on his page. Something like supposed to be stereotypically okay in devil world. Jesus said you're not supposed to be okay w family, i heard that once before, i read it posted as a comment on something, a video I saw on YouTube. It said Jesus said you should hate your life, the world n i think your family. "It does say that. Someone predicted that right," the devil said. Maybe it took someone's words to say this quote here, it sounded it was the devil talking. But anyway I was going to post some stuff to out n reveal what that psycho character is to be saying in the discussion group n the guy is to be reposting the pictures he (supposedly) added the titles to. People should not be hidden, neither should supposed people acting like monsters n those made up by the devil or remade by the devil pretending to be them. It's best to put things out n sort things out, not leave things up in the air or in the dark. "I say that," Skip, someone my mom used to babysit for, said. I don't know his last name, he is here as friends w Alan Brown n Truc Brown, who my mom used to work for. But here are -- the devil is messing w my thoughts, trying to make it seem hard to write this n putting a sense I'm dumb. "I didn't [***"Um i did change did to didnt here. Not auto change but after it posted," the devil said.****] do that. I can't survive this. Bye," the devil said. It may be saying that to be doing a trick or something, i of course would wish it to not survive. I was going to post some text here I copied of the comment thread that was there as of the point I copied it earlier today, one comment thread w the supposed guy. There also some text from still another day (yesterday or maybe earlier today) I got off of Tumblr that I posted previously. I'll post that next here. .... This next tread I last copied yesterday, I'll put a link in comments to this text but the group is closed, but you could try to add yourself to the group, that's all I did. Theres supposed to be someone to approve it. I tried to add some people today but it didn't work yet. But next here is the text of one comment thread w comments of Rick Rusk (I took off my wow response to his first comment here just a moment ago because that isn't what those responses are really for exactly is to not be nice exactly , the devil keeps making that Rick Rusk guy do haha reaction to all my comments I have on the post even my comments to others -- "Someone saw that. Thats really weird. I'll have to, but not," the devil said.) Text follows from afformentioned comment threads. ... Replies to Rick’s comment on your post. View post Rick Rusk ^ figured out what her problem is 😂 11 hours ago · Wow1More Marla Bobarla You did, bitch? You gotta look in the mirror, nigger. Need to go lynch yourself, you can get it solved, not my problem but that this is supposed to be humanity you’re a part of. Punk bitch n not needing to be considered human species. 9 hours ago · Like1More Marla Bobarla So wrong to post photos of yourself that are not what the so genius society say that make people poor, so brilliant, so dick as fuck. Preach it! Eternal damnation, seeing the wrong of your ways, you teaching it as the society does making people poor as fuck n homeless n getting the goons on em n putting them in jail. Theydont know, or I don’t know, you gotta teach. I didn’t hear the oh brilliant society as the truth that I was less than n to not do not as them or I’ll be this, right, not okay. 9 hours ago · Like1More Rick Rusk *autistic screeching* 1 hour ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla What bitch? Retard bitch part of a sick as fuck operation, got it figured out, attack, attack, attack will get ya something, pretended win here. #sickasfuckhere. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply… Reply ---- end text of one comment thread ----- 9+ Replies to Rick's comment on your post. View post Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:11am · LikeMore Marla Bobarla My photos are not really meant BY ME for this. I suppose as part of a nigger lynching society you have your own purposes here for people, it's not good you can make em poor n homeless n get the goons, ie the police n others on them. #niggerlynchingsociety Yesterday at 9:36am · Like1More Marla Bobarla This is weird the obsession is using my words against me even though they don't fit. "Your pictures," the devil said. Horrible as fuck, at the mercy of a very, very sick population of people. #sickasfuckhere#lynchmobsociety. Wanting people poor as fuck n rotting in jail. #devilworshipping Yesterday at 9:38am · Like1More Rick Rusk Yesterday at 6:44pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Working at Christ Consciousness Project ,huh? Photos are nasty, huh, dumb bitch. Pussy bitch. Go hang yourself,in Jesus name Amen!!! Christ for nigger lynching? Is in the Bible??? Sick bitch. I hope people can see who you really are, sick bitch!!!!! Die bitch!!!!!!! Amen!!!!! Yesterday at 6:56pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla Diieeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! I hope you get shot, something!!!!! Yesterday at 6:57pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla But die, I hope you die, in Jesus name Amen!!!!!!! Yesterday at 6:58pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla You ain't gonna come up w some new slogans for the nasty picture, a body so nasty, so nasty to take a picture showing a body, really it's a belly. You know what to do, huh, dumb as fuck bitch. Dumb as shit. Fit right in here, it's dumb as shit here. Small minded as fuck! Disgusting as fuck, you fit right in bitch! Yesterday at 7:12pm · Like1More Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:13pm · LikeMore Rick Rusk PRO TIP: Disciples of Christ do not pray for the death of anyone they dislike in His name 😉 Yesterday at 8:14pm · LikeMore Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:15pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla You ain't for Christ, bitch. Attacking the fuck outta somebody. DEVIL WORSHIPING FO SHO BITCH!!!! Put this on your page, sick bitch!!!!!! Sick FUCKING BITCH!!!! DIE HARD, HANG YOUR BITCH ASS SELF!!! PUT IT ON YOUR PAGE, SICK FUCK!!!!!! ATTACKING SOMEONE LIKE THIS!!!! BULLY, PIECE A SHIT, GARBAGE!!!!!!! They need to know at the Christ Consciousness Project this is what you're spending your time on, finding some what, wicked sinners you have to insult the fuck out of!!!????? What are you doing DUMB FUCKING BITCH!!!!!! 8 hours ago · Like1More Marla Bobarla Die bitch IN JESUS NAME AMEN!!! I don't know what "pro" telling about Jesus putting this out, being disgusting as fuck. I'm saying what you're doing isn't okay attacking people. I don't know what Christ you're talking about where your place is to find stuff on people's page n attack them. Something maybe w a hate group. It's not okay to attack people, so it's really weird you're talking about Christ n being a pro. Wow. You are sick as fuck. Is your god the government too making people righteously poor?!!??? 8 hours ago · Like1More Rick Rusk ^ what a dumb ass bitch 😂 29 minutes ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Jonas Salk Jonas Salk I did try to get some people added so they can see something acting like this, so crazy as fuck. "I'm not sure what to do, i have to go that he will see," the devil said. Joseph Lyons I'm calling that Christ Consciousness Project place, crazy bitch. Psycho bitch. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply Yesterday at 2:41pm · Edited · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply --- end text of second pasted comment thread --- "I'm not doing okay for those other people to see it," the devil said something like this about the names of people here I added trying to tag them but it didn't work, so i did leave names to just show I tried n just to idk. The devil is messing w my thoughts again. "Iwas. I know why she put it. Can I tell n not lose," the devil said. I'll put links to the comment threads in the comments on this post. I'll also put Rick Rusk's Facebook page address. Very weird to act like this n it's supposed to be hidden. You can't really do that, that's not realistic. "Something is starting to happen where this is able to post further than I can say this person can do it," the devil said something like this, it was trying to mess up the words. "This person can't be open. The devil, Rick," the devil said. "No way, this is embarassing Marla. Something happened where that person is ... to have his name here after what happened. I said less. I tried to take it back. Bye," the devil said. "This is Mateo. I did say he was really less as someone in the group n then he has to lose now. He can't go on," it seemed Mateo said who i know from a place I used to work, he was a student I was an assistant with. It seemed this isn't exactly what he said maybe like the devil maybe like cut out something or tried to make it less revealing of what really happened. -- "That person is too honest n open, Marla. I gotta go," the devil said. It seemed there was some taking in that i was telling the details of who Mateo was in relation to myself. It seemed the devil was not okay for that, ie disappointed, something, some response like dismay. But anyway I got some text copied from that figure but supposed person the devil is using to do the attacking comments n titles added w photos the supposed person took from my page. The guy had a tagged photo saying "#family" on his page. Something like supposed to be stereotypically okay in devil world. Jesus said you're not supposed to be okay w family, i heard that once before, i read it posted as a comment on something, a video I saw on YouTube. It said Jesus said you should hate your life, the world n i think your family. "It does say that. Someone predicted that right," the devil said. But anyway I was going to post some stuff to out n reveal what that psycho character is to be saying in the discussion group n reposting the pictures the supposed guy has added the titles to. People should not be hidden n supposed people acting like monsters n those made up by the devil or remade by the devil pretending to be them. But here are -- the devil is messing w my thoughts, trying to make it seem hard to write this n putting a sense I'm dumb. "I didn't do that. I can't survive this. Bye," the devil said. It may be saying that to be doing a trick or something, i of course would wish it to not survive. I was going to post some text I copied of the comment thread that was there as of the point I copied it earlier today. There also some text from still another day I got off of Tumblr that I posted previously. I'll post that next here. .... This next I last copied yesterday, I'll put a link in comments to this text but the group is closed, but you could try to add yourself to the group, that's all I did. I tried to add some people today but it didn't work yet. But next here is the text of one comment thread w comments of Rick Rusk (I took off my wow response to his first comment here just a moment ago because that isn't what those responses are really for exactly is to not be nice exactly , the devil kerps making that Rick Rusk guy do haha reaction to all my comments I have on the post even my comments to others -- "Someone saw that. Thats really weird. I'll have to, but not," the devil said.). ... Replies to Rick’s comment on your post. View post Rick Rusk ^ figured out what her problem is 😂 11 hours ago · Wow1More Marla Bobarla You did, bitch? You gotta look in the mirror, nigger. Need to go lynch yourself, you can get it solved, not my problem but that this is supposed to be humanity you’re a part of. Punk bitch n not needing to be considered human species. 9 hours ago · Like1More Marla Bobarla So wrong to post photos of yourself that are not what the so genius society say that make people poor, so brilliant, so dick as fuck. Preach it! Eternal damnation, seeing the wrong of your ways, you teaching it as the society does making people poor as fuck n homeless n getting the goons on em n putting them in jail. Theydont know, or I don’t know, you gotta teach. I didn’t hear the oh brilliant society as the truth that I was less than n to not do not as them or I’ll be this, right, not okay. 9 hours ago · Like1More Rick Rusk *autistic screeching* 1 hour ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla What bitch? Retard bitch part of a sick as fuck operation, got it figured out, attack, attack, attack will get ya something, pretended win here. #sickasfuckhere. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply… Reply ---- end text of one comment thread ----- 9+ Replies to Rick's comment on your post. View post Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:11am · LikeMore Marla Bobarla My photos are not really meant BY ME for this. I suppose as part of a nigger lynching society you have your own purposes here for people, it's not good you can make em poor n homeless n get the goons, ie the police n others on them. #niggerlynchingsociety Yesterday at 9:36am · Like1More Marla Bobarla This is weird the obsession is using my words against me even though they don't fit. "Your pictures," the devil said. Horrible as fuck, at the mercy of a very, very sick population of people. #sickasfuckhere#lynchmobsociety. Wanting people poor as fuck n rotting in jail. #devilworshipping Yesterday at 9:38am · Like1More Rick Rusk Yesterday at 6:44pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Working at Christ Consciousness Project ,huh? Photos are nasty, huh, dumb bitch. Pussy bitch. Go hang yourself,in Jesus name Amen!!! Christ for nigger lynching? Is in the Bible??? Sick bitch. I hope people can see who you really are, sick bitch!!!!! Die bitch!!!!!!! Amen!!!!! Yesterday at 6:56pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla Diieeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! I hope you get shot, something!!!!! Yesterday at 6:57pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla But die, I hope you die, in Jesus name Amen!!!!!!! Yesterday at 6:58pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla You ain't gonna come up w some new slogans for the nasty picture, a body so nasty, so nasty to take a picture showing a body, really it's a belly. You know what to do, huh, dumb as fuck bitch. Dumb as shit. Fit right in here, it's dumb as shit here. Small minded as fuck! Disgusting as fuck, you fit right in bitch! Yesterday at 7:12pm · Like1More Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:13pm · LikeMore Rick Rusk PRO TIP: Disciples of Christ do not pray for the death of anyone they dislike in His name 😉 Yesterday at 8:14pm · LikeMore Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:15pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla You ain't for Christ, bitch. Attacking the fuck outta somebody. DEVIL WORSHIPING FO SHO BITCH!!!! Put this on your page, sick bitch!!!!!! Sick FUCKING BITCH!!!! DIE HARD, HANG YOUR BITCH ASS SELF!!! PUT IT ON YOUR PAGE, SICK FUCK!!!!!! ATTACKING SOMEONE LIKE THIS!!!! BULLY, PIECE A SHIT, GARBAGE!!!!!!! They need to know at the Christ Consciousness Project this is what you're spending your time on, finding some what, wicked sinners you have to insult the fuck out of!!!????? What are you doing DUMB FUCKING BITCH!!!!!! 8 hours ago · Like1More Marla Bobarla Die bitch IN JESUS NAME AMEN!!! I don't know what "pro" telling about Jesus putting this out, being disgusting as fuck. I'm saying what you're doing isn't okay attacking people. I don't know what Christ you're talking about where your place is to find stuff on people's page n attack them. Something maybe w a hate group. It's not okay to attack people, so it's really weird you're talking about Christ n being a pro. Wow. You are sick as fuck. Is your god the government too making people righteously poor?!!??? 8 hours ago · Like1More Rick Rusk ^ what a dumb ass bitch 😂 29 minutes ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Jonas Salk Jonas Salk I did try to get some people added so they can see something acting like this, so crazy as fuck. "I'm not sure what to do, i have to go that he will see," the devil said. Joseph Lyons I'm calling that Christ Consciousness Project place, crazy bitch. Psycho bitch. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply Yesterday at 2:41pm · Edited · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply --- end text of second pasted comment thread --- "I'm not doing okay for those other people to see it," the devil said something like this about the names of people here I added trying to tag them but it didn't work, so i did leave names to just show I tried n just to idk. The devil is messing w my thoughts again. "Iwas. I know why she put it. Can I tell n not lose," the devil said. I'll put links to the comment threads in the comments on this post. I'll also put Rick Rusk's Facebook page address. Very weird to act like this n it's supposed to be hidden. You can't really do that, that's not realistic. "Something is starting to happen where this is able to post further than I can say this person can do it," the devil said something like this, it was trying to mess up the words, it was talking about the person it's pretending says this stuff not being able to openly be who is doing this like outside of the Anarcho Debatism discussion group. "This person can't be open. The devil, Rick," the devil said. "No way, this is embarassing Marla. Something happened where that person is ... to have his name here after what happened. I said less. I tried to take it back. Bye," the devil said. "This is Mateo. I did say he was really less as someone in the group n then he has to lose now. He can't go on," it seemed Mateo said who i know from a place I used to work, he was a student I was an assistant with. It seemed this isn't exactly what he said maybe like the devil maybe like cut out something or tried to make it less revealing of what really happened, ie less revealing of a thing happening the person was really trying to tell about. -- "That person is too honest n open, Marla. I gotta go," the devil said. It seemed there was some taking in that i was telling the details of who Mateo was in relation to myself. It seemed the devil was not okay for that, ie disappointed, something, some response like dismay. But anyway I got some text copied from that figure but supposed person the devil is using to do the attacking comments n titles added w photos the supposed person took from my page. (I say supposed because the self wouldn't really be doing this, also people aren't really who they are here w the restriction o[f] the devil, idk, its hard to talk without the qualifiers on what the person is or others also involved are to be insulting someone like this.f) But the guy had a tagged ["I added 'tagged' here right. I did. please stop," the devil said. I don't think I put "tagged" because the photo wasn't tagged as I saw it, it had it as a title on the picture like the devil made it seem the guy put on the pictures he took from my page. "I can't stop but I changed that. Bye," the devil said of adding the word "tagged," here. I didn't put it when i wrote this n i wouldn't put it now, i didn't see it was tagged like a real tag on Facebook, it was on the photo.) photo saying "#family" on his page. Something like supposed to be stereotypically okay in devil world. Jesus said you're not supposed to be okay w family, i heard that once before, i read it posted as a comment on something, a video I saw on YouTube. It said Jesus said you should hate your life, the world n i think your family. "It does say that. Someone predicted that right," the devil said. Maybe it took someone's words to say this quote here, it sounded it was the devil talking. But anyway I was going to post some stuff to out n reveal what that psycho character is to be saying in the discussion group n reposting the pictures the supposed guy has added the titles to. People should not be hidden n supposed people acting like monsters n those made up by the devil or remade by the devil pretending to be them. It's best to put things n sort things out, not leave things up in the air. "I say that," Skip, someone my mom used to babysit for said. I don't know his last name, he is here as friends w Alan Brown n Truc Brown, who my mom used to work for. But here are -- the devil is messing w my thoughts, trying to make it seem hard to write this n putting a sense I'm dumb. "I didn't [***"Um i did change did to didnt here. Not auto change but after it posted," the devil said.****] do that. I can't survive this. Bye," the devil said. It may be saying that to be doing a trick or something, i of course would wish it to not survive. I was going to post some text I copied of the comment thread that was there as of the point I copied it earlier today, one comment thread w the supposed guy. There also some text from still another day (yesterday or maybe earlier today) I got off of Tumblr that I posted previously. I'll post that next here. .... This next tread I last copied yesterday, I'll put a link in comments to this text but the group is closed, but you could try to add yourself to the group, that's all I did. I tried to add some people today but it didn't work yet. But next here is the text of one comment thread w comments of Rick Rusk (I took off my wow response to his first comment here just a moment ago because that isn't what those responses are really for exactly is to not be nice exactly , the devil keeps making that Rick Rusk guy do haha reaction to all my comments I have on the post even my comments to others -- "Someone saw that. Thats really weird. I'll have to, but not," the devil said.). ... Replies to Rick’s comment on your post. View post Rick Rusk ^ figured out what her problem is 😂 11 hours ago · Wow1More Marla Bobarla You did, bitch? You gotta look in the mirror, nigger. Need to go lynch yourself, you can get it solved, not my problem but that this is supposed to be humanity you’re a part of. Punk bitch n not needing to be considered human species. 9 hours ago · Like1More Marla Bobarla So wrong to post photos of yourself that are not what the so genius society say that make people poor, so brilliant, so dick as fuck. Preach it! Eternal damnation, seeing the wrong of your ways, you teaching it as the society does making people poor as fuck n homeless n getting the goons on em n putting them in jail. Theydont know, or I don’t know, you gotta teach. I didn’t hear the oh brilliant society as the truth that I was less than n to not do not as them or I’ll be this, right, not okay. 9 hours ago · Like1More Rick Rusk *autistic screeching* 1 hour ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla What bitch? Retard bitch part of a sick as fuck operation, got it figured out, attack, attack, attack will get ya something, pretended win here. #sickasfuckhere. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply… Reply ---- end text of one comment thread ----- 9+ Replies to Rick's comment on your post. View post Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:11am · LikeMore Marla Bobarla My photos are not really meant BY ME for this. I suppose as part of a nigger lynching society you have your own purposes here for people, it's not good you can make em poor n homeless n get the goons, ie the police n others on them. #niggerlynchingsociety Yesterday at 9:36am · Like1More Marla Bobarla This is weird the obsession is using my words against me even though they don't fit. "Your pictures," the devil said. Horrible as fuck, at the mercy of a very, very sick population of people. #sickasfuckhere#lynchmobsociety. Wanting people poor as fuck n rotting in jail. #devilworshipping Yesterday at 9:38am · Like1More Rick Rusk Yesterday at 6:44pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Working at Christ Consciousness Project ,huh? Photos are nasty, huh, dumb bitch. Pussy bitch. Go hang yourself,in Jesus name Amen!!! Christ for nigger lynching? Is in the Bible??? Sick bitch. I hope people can see who you really are, sick bitch!!!!! Die bitch!!!!!!! Amen!!!!! Yesterday at 6:56pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla Diieeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! I hope you get shot, something!!!!! Yesterday at 6:57pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla But die, I hope you die, in Jesus name Amen!!!!!!! Yesterday at 6:58pm · Like1More Marla Bobarla You ain't gonna come up w some new slogans for the nasty picture, a body so nasty, so nasty to take a picture showing a body, really it's a belly. You know what to do, huh, dumb as fuck bitch. Dumb as shit. Fit right in here, it's dumb as shit here. Small minded as fuck! Disgusting as fuck, you fit right in bitch! Yesterday at 7:12pm · Like1More Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:13pm · LikeMore Rick Rusk PRO TIP: Disciples of Christ do not pray for the death of anyone they dislike in His name 😉 Yesterday at 8:14pm · LikeMore Rick Rusk Yesterday at 8:15pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla You ain't for Christ, bitch. Attacking the fuck outta somebody. DEVIL WORSHIPING FO SHO BITCH!!!! Put this on your page, sick bitch!!!!!! Sick FUCKING BITCH!!!! DIE HARD, HANG YOUR BITCH ASS SELF!!! PUT IT ON YOUR PAGE, SICK FUCK!!!!!! ATTACKING SOMEONE LIKE THIS!!!! BULLY, PIECE A SHIT, GARBAGE!!!!!!! They need to know at the Christ Consciousness Project this is what you're spending your time on, finding some what, wicked sinners you have to insult the fuck out of!!!????? What are you doing DUMB FUCKING BITCH!!!!!! 8 hours ago · Like1More Marla Bobarla Die bitch IN JESUS NAME AMEN!!! I don't know what "pro" telling about Jesus putting this out, being disgusting as fuck. I'm saying what you're doing isn't okay attacking people. I don't know what Christ you're talking about where your place is to find stuff on people's page n attack them. Something maybe w a hate group. It's not okay to attack people, so it's really weird you're talking about Christ n being a pro. Wow. You are sick as fuck. Is your god the government too making people righteously poor?!!??? 8 hours ago · Like1More Rick Rusk ^ what a dumb ass bitch 😂 29 minutes ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Jonas Salk Jonas Salk I did try to get some people added so they can see something acting like this, so crazy as fuck. "I'm not sure what to do, i have to go that he will see," the devil said. Joseph Lyons I'm calling that Christ Consciousness Project place, crazy bitch. Psycho bitch. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply Yesterday at 2:41pm · Edited · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply --- end text of second pasted comment thread --- "I'm not doing okay for those other people to see it," the devil said something like this about the names of people here I added trying to tag them but it didn't work, so i did leave names to just show I tried n just to idk. The devil is messing w my thoughts again. "Iwas. I know why she put it. Can I tell n not lose," the devil said. I'll put links to the comment threads in the comments on this post. I'll also put Rick Rusk's Facebook page address. Very weird to act like this n it's supposed to be hidden. You can't really do that, that's not realistic.

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