#what is the point of being human if we don't form groups and help each other out?

[mskenway97]

Can you do a one-shot, Bayverse Optimus, with an adopted human reader. Based on the song 'More than Anything' from Hazbin Hotel?

anon, I am very happy to make this request, I recently finished watching Hazbin Hotel. I have to say I fell in love with Charlie and Lucifer's father/daughter relationship. So I have approached it this way, Optimus and GN!reader!human know each other from one of the NEST raids at the beginning of the second movie. Let's say you were 8 or 9 years old, no Reader hadn't seen it from age of extinction to the last knight. Reader had 22 years (more or less)

You are part of who I am

Bayverse Optimus Prime x GN!human!reader (adopted)

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Summary: You had created a proposal for an alliance of humans and cybertronians but not many agreed. You didn't have much means until you had no choice but to call your father. Based in 'More than anything' of hazbin hotel

Warning: g/t fluff and angst, confort, mentions of death, happy ending and surprise

Y/N was so close to being able to make a dream come true, peace between the two species…. It could be done, it was done once it could be done again. Those days when Y/N missed meeting with the Cybertronians but despite having saved the world. Earth and Cybertron would be side by side.

There was quite a bit of disagreement about forming an alliance again, there was a lot of chaos and destruction in Optimus' absence when he went to find the creators. Trusts had fallen but at least a few could help Y/N…. Cade, Shane, Tessa… Some former allies returned Simmons and Lennox. Diplomacy was in the doldrums… Cogman gave you some advice.

-Miss Y/N you must not give up, you are close to being able to have an audience with your leaders.

-But the proposal is no good to them… They need more proof - said Y/N preparing more photos and documents.

Cade was watching more documents while he sighed - Y/N, I think it's about time you ask for help to… him

Y/N folded its arms, it sighed, it hadn't seen its father for a while, he was busy with the reconstruction of Cybertron. He hadn't had time to talk to you, nor had you had time to talk to him. You didn't want to bother him, since you wanted to accomplish this on your own.

-I will find a way…

Cogman was already on the phone - Lord Prime, we need your… - Cogman said as Y/N took the phone from him.

-Hey dad, how's it going? - Y/N said trying to be calm.

Y/N could note her father's deep baritone with some joy.

-It's been a long time since you called me, what's wrong?

Y/N sighed again as he sat up seeing that Cogman and Cade were looking at him to move forward talking.

-You see… We have a proposal for an alliance like we did with NEST. I would need your help

-No… - Optimus said seriously.

Y/N felt his heart break a little, he thought at least his father would be there to support the idea but he didn't give up.

-But Dad you did it with NEST once. Don't you remember those times? Wouldn't it be best for both worlds if we joined together?

Y/N heard Optimus growl on the other end of the phone.

-Not a very good idea, Y/N, I know what you want to do, but… You shouldn't get involved in something you can't control…

-But Dad…

-No, it's my last word, if you'll excuse me, I have to…

-NO! If we talk about this in person, you will see what we have accomplished here. Please - Y/N said a bit desperately.

If Optimus Prime denied this alliance then there would be no hope and TRF or a group like Cementery Wind would be back again. It didn't understand why Optimus didn't agree with the idea or that it was in charge of the agreement. It also knew that her father wasn't the same since Quintessa brainwashed him. He had been self-conscious as well…

Y/N knew that Optimus always overprotected her but Y/N was no longer a child in fact she is an adult. If she was going to argue her point she was going to do it any way she could.

-All right, I'll come talk to you this afternoon," said Optimus as the call was cut off.

-That was a good development, Miss Y/N," said Cogman as Y/N leaned her head on the table.

Cade walked over to her - You just need to reason with him. Understand that as a father he also wants to protect you

-Cade, no I'm a child…. I want this world to live in harmony both species we have a lot to give. You know that as well as I do - Y/N said as Cade stroked your head.

Cade was with father to Y/N too, he had helped Y/N since Optimus left almost raising you as if it was also his child as well as Tessa and Izzy the new addition to the family.

-You still hold your optimism well, but you both have been through a lot. You will still be his child in his eyes

-Optics - said Cogman correcting him - Miss Y/N, surely if you see all the progress we've made…. Accepting some bots with humans.

-I don't know if Crosshairs along with Shane is a good idea…. I've had to keep the officers at bay - said Y/N.

-Don't think about it they are still trying to improve…. Look for example: Hot Rod and Vivian were getting along very well since the incident - said Cade trying to cheer her up.

-After kidnapping her at first, sir - said Cogman as Cade slapped his hand to his forehead.

Y/N stood up as Cogman and Cade got into a debate. Y/N went to communicate the news to the rest of the bots and humans.

Y/N was starting to have a lot of doubts about it, besides how were going to handle it, she looked at the autobot pendant he gave her. It couldn't give up now.

Hours later…

Y/N had prepared every bot and every human above all that Hound, Crosshairs would not approach the weaponry or try to disturb Cogman, last time there were several problems in this regard.

Cade saw that Y/N was pacing around as Izzy approached excitedly.

-She looks very nervous, she should be excited," said Izzy as she approached Y/N.

Cade took the papers away from Y/N to concentrate on the people around her.

-It would be all right, little bell…. You just have to be calm…

-Lord Prime is already entering the place," said Cogman.

The unmistakable entrance of Optimus with all the bots and humans watching him talking to him. It reminded Y/N of the old days in NEST talking to Ironhide, Ratchet… But now… he was more apathetic, more subdued.

-Lord Prime we are honored to have you in our little haven. It has been in collaboration of some bots….

-Mostly my workmanship - said Hound proudly.

Y/N approached as he watched Optimus kneel down -Welcome to Omega One shelter, we give shelter to both humans and any type of Bot that wants to establish communication with humans.

-Mostly Autobots… If you bring Decepti here….

-Crosshairs, kid, the official visit better be made by the daughter," said Hound, pushing him away.

Y/N nodded to Hound as Crosshairs being around could spoil the occasion so he would do whatever it took to make sure it didn't go wrong.

Y/N showed the facilities showing all the collaboration… The energon supply, food, the electrical system with energon created between Cade and Brains. The houses although of enormous size adapted to the different sizes of the autobots and humans. Which seemed curious once you got to look at it.

-We want all this to have more zones… The alliance would not only help humans, it would also help cybertronians who need to stay on Earth," Y/N said as he sat in a sitting area with Optimus and Cade.

-We have considered all possible measures with the Autobots….

-Have you considered the remaining Decepticons? Several of them are in Human Security cells, plus we can't ignore the fact that Megatron is still at large… There are Autobots who after the treatment of the humans over the years do not want to agree to this deal - Optimus said seriously.

-We have considered having a trial conducted by you and some Autobots… Dad, some Decepticons may change… Brains and Wheelie are the example. I know it will cost to change the minds of people and Cybertronians - said Y/N with all the feeling in his voice.

-The trial would see it as fair, but some Decepticons can try humans and vice versa. With the battle of Chicago - said Optimus seriously while clenching his fist.

The Battle of Chicago was the decline of the alliance leading to runaway situations of all… Of the loss of many autobots among them… Ratchet and human casualties with that of… Sam. Y/N hadn't commented much on the subject with him or Bumblebee who keeps remembering his friend with brother.

-But we can't fall into those mistakes, we can do better," Y/N said as Optimus frowned while Y/N folded his arms.

Cade was seeing that the situation was getting too complicated for them to talk to each other. Besides, it was something more serious that they needed to talk to each other, so he walked away, leaving them some space and taking Cogman with him who was watching in the distance.

-I'm sorry, Y/N, but this idea is not going to work," Optimus said, standing up and dropping his commanding tone.

Y/n saw what he was doing closing in again, creating a wall as he had done before.

-I can't abandon them… If we don't make that deal the chases will come up again," said Y/N as Optimus turned his back on him.

-I made a mistake in creating that alliance…. - Optimus said as he left.

-Meaning finding me was a mistake? - said Y/N making Optimus stop in his tracks - You remember that moment…. My family died because of a Decepticon… I had no one else. And you decided to take care of me, even though we are not of the same blood.

Optimus turned around and knelt down in front of Y/N looking her in the eyes.

-I couldn't just leave you there, you were such a pure and sensitive soul…. I tried, little one… I don't want them to destroy you like they did me. You're the only thing that makes me stay…. - Optimus said with a broken voice as Y/N touched his cheek.

-Dad… I always admired how you did things, being strong yet kind enough to both humans and autobots and even the Decepticons. You were my source of inspiration for this alliance. When you left to search for the creators I tried my best to find a way to help…. I thought I would never see you again, unless your legacy lived on among us," Y/N said as tears welled up in his eyes.

Optimus went to wipe her tears with his digit - Y/N… I… my little one - said Optimus as he lifted her up and brought her closer to her chassis - I have had a hard time, the brainwashing made me think several things among them what would happen if I fell again and hurt you… I could not forgive myself. You are the best thing that has ever happened in my long life, I can't lose that innocence of yours…. Though you have become a warrior.

Y/N I look at the optics - We'll make it work this time, you won't lose me so quickly…. You see I'm not alone. I just need your support is all I ask - Y/N said as Optimus squeezed him closer.

-I missed you in my arms and your little smile," said Optimus smiling.

Y/N saw a sincere smile, something it haven't seen in a long time in its presence -…. Thank you for adopting me that day…

-Thank you for changing my life that day," Optimus said as he held you in his arms for a while longer.

Y/N stayed closer to him despite all the difficulties they had, Optimus will continue to be a part of her life as she is in his.

While not too far from where they were….

Most bots and humans with tissues in hand watching and hearing what they were talking about thanks Cogman.

-Just beautiful, they have opened their hearts," said Cogman as Izzy grabbed a handkerchief.

-You know that if they both find out they're going to kill us, right? said Hound as Cade nodded.

-Yes, we'd better not say a word, otherwise we don't want anger from both of them," said Cade with a smile, looking at the picture and remembering his daughter.

It didn't matter if she was human or cybertronian, this was the proof of a coexistence of cybertronians and humans.

Caring for each other.

More than anything.

[jmdbjk]

Hello 2024

I did a thing:

We know there will be lots to look forward to but if you find yourself with some time, please read the book, Beyond the Story.

A lot of things that are confusing, especially to those who weren't around since 2013, can be understood more clearly through the words of the members in the book.

If you can, watch the docuseries Beyond the Star. So much information from them, in their own words, their tone of voice, and in context with what they are trying to communicate, adds another layer of context.

And watch the recent HYBE Labels series that explains what T&D is... their staff become emotionally attached to their trainees too. To see them bloom into fully rounded artists that take off on their own journeys must be an amazing experience. It helps to have real human faces to associate with "the company."

The series should be eye-opening for some. I hope it is. Hearing that Namjoon and BTS formed the foundation for how they develop trainees... imagine that... huh...

You will learn so much about them and how they got to this point.

That's not to say that they didn't work hard, that they weren't pushed, that they didn't question themselves, but the big picture is that they were young, making it up as they went, both the members as individuals and the company itself. Bang PD had the experience but he also had other ideas that broke away from the normal.

Not to mention the enormous pushback, bullying, downright hate, they received all through it. I don't know how they kept going.

It took years for them to be able to stop, take stock in what they'd accomplished and how they got there and then decide what they wanted to do from then on. And then they did it again this past year, choosing to forge ahead as a group with their company.

I believe they indeed talked about ten, twenty, even thirty years and have tentatively outlined what they want to accomplish. I think they are working their way toward whatever it is they envisioned.

Nothing is a coincidence but I bet a LOT is serendipity.

On another note, my two that I pay closest attention to...

Jungkook tried all year to tell us they were a pair. And Jimin... bless his heart. What a handful he has, right? Maybe they are both a handful for each other and that's why they are together right this minute.

Jimin sort of intimated in his last live that after MS he can do whatever he wants without hindrance, whether he means pushing the envelope with his creativity or just being able to work without anything hanging over him...

And Jungkook is apparently building a wonderful and securely-walled place to live that will be ready for when they're discharged. Very large for one person and a dog...yeah, it's huge.

Just my own thoughts here: at this point, with everything we know, the possibility could be that Jimin and Jungkook may live together following MS. There will be enough room in that place for sure, 5 levels? 12,000 square feet? It's huge. Why wouldn't they? That's just my own thought.

[theresattrpgforthat]

Do you know of any solo RPGs that allow you to simulate a group/faction/place and many different NPCs? I guess I'm looking for something like a Sims or Dwarf Fortress but in the form of a TTRPG. Let me create a town and its inhabitants and roll or draw cards to determine what happens to them, or something like that. Thanks!

THEME: Solo "Sims" Games

Hello friend, these are some games coming from a few different angles but all have the common theme of interacting with a community or a group. I couldn't find a lot that allows you to play a number of characters at once, but there are a number of games that still ask you to manage a lot of people as one person! I hope you find them useful!

The Spiritpath Hotel, by 89 Lightwatch Avenue.

You are the owner of a fine establishment called The Spiritpath Hotel. Guests have come from all over to stay. The hotel mysteriously called them here, sensing that each of them are missing something important in their lives. They don't know what it is yet, so it's up to you to figure it out.

No one believes magic exists. Your guests think they are here to enjoy a vacation, but you know better. They came because your hotel promised them happiness they can't get anywhere else. You have a special power that lets you grant one thing to each person you meet and you use it to help your guests.

Discover who your guests are, figure out something important that they need, and provide it to them in a way only you can.

You’re not necessarily embodying all of the characters in this game, but you are continuously meeting and helping new NPCs as you play. This game uses a tarot deck or a random number generator to provide you with prompts, and you’ll learn more about your guests the longer they stay. I appreciate that the designer has included a reference sheet and worksheets to help you play - and the fact that you need them points to a management system that might feel similar to the Sims.

Dino Park, by Armanda.

So, you want to be part of DINO PARK. You’ve been chosen to work with us for a season! You must be thrilled! We’re the first park that through science brought Dinosaurs back to life. And you have a chance to work with us. 

We’re counting on your qualities as a human being and as a professional to make this park your home for these eight weeks. We will train you to be an outstanding member of our team. These weeks with us are going to be a life-changing experience. 

Dino Park gives you gear to help you take care of the dinosaurs in the form of a coin and a number of polyhedral dice, so I’m assuming that most resolution in this game revolves around using your gear to help you do certain things. You’ll also have personal skills and weaknesses that look like they’ll come into play depending on how you decide to solve problems. Your character will receive calls for help throughout the park, so it looks like you’ll be interact with dinosaurs and humans alike, and the game also advertises a catastrophe track - so if things truly go south, you’ll have to hightail it out of there in the style of Jurassic Park!

This game is probably good for folks who love nature games, dinosaurs, or fighting against a slowly building disaster.

Save The Community Radio!, by Wizard of Ox.

You and your group of friends used to run a radio station, giving up your weekends and nights to make sure your local community got a fresh dose of soundwaves. The problem is that, as time passed, most of your friends stopped doing so, except for you, who are still passionately trying to keep it up and running (and failing, mostly). 

Now the local government is threatening to cut funding and shut down your station unless you can prove that you can handle it, but to do so, you have to get your friends back together. Navigate the fallout of your previous relationships with each character and convince them to help you save the radio, or live to see it be shut down.

Save the Community Radio! is a solo journaling RPG focused on building relationships with multiple characters whom you have grown apart from in order to save something you collectively spent your youth trying to build. It heavily relies on these connections and how you interpret them, with prompts and actions chosen by dices and decks, but enough leeway for you to write your characters however you want.

This game uses a deck of playing cards and some 6-side dice to help you build the world where your community radio is about to fail. You work for the radio, and you’re trying to get your friends to care about it again. However, not all of your friends feel positive about you anymore, so you might have to mend those relationships first.

The deck of cards provides prompts for different problems that show up as you play, such as broken equipment or lack of guests for broadcast. You’ll likely need different kinds of people to call on to fix these problems - and hopefully you can fix your relationships with your friends before you lose all resources entirely! If you want a game about building connections, this is your game.

Note: This game comes as a RAR file, so you’ll need to make sure you have an application on your computer that can turn it into a PDF.

Crow Island: funeral//PROCESSION, by Tenbear.

funeral // PROCESSION is a solo TTRPG introducing you to the universe of Crow Island, a sci-fi fantasy world centering Indigenous people and People of Colour. Following the destruction of your village by a Corrupt Spirit you and Members of the Moon Clan will transport the body of your Chief through the wilderness of the Porcupine Nation to the City of Seven Nations for proper burial.

This is a survival game, where you play as a clan but it doesn’t seem necessary to name each clan’s members. You will have to survive against loss of equipment, predators, and depleting supplies. The game uses a deck of playing cards as sort of a prompt generator, providing you with either obstacles or resources as you make your way to the City of Seven Nations.

The reviews of this game compare it to a Choose Your Own Adventure kind of game, so if that sounds interesting, you might want to check this game out.

Nature/Town/Farm/Villagers, by Cardboard Hyperfix.

You are a farmer who just moved into town. You had family that lived here a while ago, but not anymore. The town has seen better days, and you are here to help.

This is meant to be both a farming simulator and a community simulator. Inspired by Harvest Moon, you are a farmer who just moved to town, and are responsible for both making your farm flourish and helping your neighbours solve their problems.

The game follows a calendar of four months, one month for each season. The majority of your play revolves around picking focuses and figuring out both what the problems of each focus is, and then work to wards solving them. Each day you roll 2d6 and use their results to help you solve problems.

If you want a game that you can choose to play over an extended period of time, or if you really enjoy Harvest Moon, you might want to check out this game.

Apawthecaria: A Poultice Pounder Adventure, by BlackwellWriter.

Apawthecaria is a blend of Apothecaria and Scurry! Go on a potion-making, road-tripping, friend-making adventure.

Apothecaria is a solo potion-making game about taking care of unfortunate villagers. Scurry is a game about tiny creatures adventuring through Scotland’s underbrush. Apawthecaria combines the two that brings your little poultice-maker through the same world as Scurry, helping little creatures with their injuries and ailments.

This game is absolutely adorable, and I like the fact that you can recruit a Familiar and a number of Companion bugs on your journeys. I’m assuming that along with meeting a number of patients on your travels, you’ll be using many of the potion-making and foraging rules of Apothecaria. There’s a lot of management involved - you’ll be tracking your reputation, upgrading equipment, and bartering for ingredients (aka reagents) as you travel.

If you like a game with enchanting art and plenty setting already established for you to explore, this might be a game for you.

Scavengers, by Gasini.

Scavengers is a solo hexcrawling adventure game set in a post-apocalyptic fantasy world. You play as a crew of foolhardy goblins struggling to pilot an ancient vehicle known as The Gas Horse. Your crew's goal is to scour the wastes for salvage to expand the goblin homestead. 

Your goblins have an eclectic set of skills that will change how each run goes. Be wary, for there is a hunter out in the wastes seeking to end your adventure!

I think this game might meet your requirements because you are playing a crew of goblins, rather than a single character, and because you have something to manage - namely, the Gas Horse. You’re also responsible for a Homestead, where there might even be more goblins waiting for you. The game comes with a Hexflower map for you to explore, and it all looks to fit on a single brochure, so I think this is better for a limited play session rather than extended play.

Nomads of the Isles, by Nik Mirza.

The fate of your clan rests on your shoulders. Will you be able to lead them to prosperity or will your journey end in defeat?

Your clan are on a quest to establish settlements in a new and unknown land. You must lead your people through various terrains such as mountains, deserts, and forests while managing facing unforeseen danger. Your goal is to establish a settlement or more by the end of your reign.

This is a brochure game guided by Firelights, a solo RPG that is great for metroidvania types of games. Roll on a d66 table to determine what kinds of regions you’ll travel through, and draw cards from the Story Deck to determine the difficulty of each action.

While the game is meant to track a journey from one land to another, the actual details of the story are up to you. The cards from the deck provide you with a value that you’ll have to beat, but the detail of each problem is pretty vague: you’ll recieve prompts such as “Reunion”, “Ceremony”, or “Betrayal”. You’ll have to decide what those words mean, and how much detail you want to include. If you want a game that makes it fairly easy to track progress towards a definable goal, this is your game.

DELVE, by BlackwellWriter.

DELVE: A Solo Map Drawing Game is a map drawing game that puts you in control of a dwarven hold as you discover the horrors that lurk below. This 44 page zine has everything you need to generate natural formations, forgotten ruins, enemies, wyrd magics, and ancient monstrosities. It has a simple turn-based combat system, rules for building your hold and optional challenges for a harder experience.

If you like Dwarf Fortress, this is the game for you! Recruit military units, devise traps and track combat. Use cards from a deck to track resources and explore the map, and a d4 or a coin to help you resolve certain problems. This is as much a resource management game as it is a dungeon delving game, with plenty of tables for Magic, Adventurers, Inventions and more. If you like filling out a map and tracking a lot of things at once, this might be the game for you.

[cripplecharacters]

hi! I’m tryi be to write a fantasy book. Most of my characters are disabled for several reasons. For example, 2 of them are written very clearly autistic, because I am*. One of those also has adhd and trauma, and the other also has c-ptsd. My question is pertaining a different character. He is a cyborg. I want to make this a species in my book, but I’m not sure how to go about it. I am also considering making it a catch-all term used in my fantasy world for those who are given prosthetics. Anyway. I want cyborgs to have a culture and stuff like that. How would you recommend you about this? If this isn’t worded very clearly or more details are necessary, please let me know and I’ll elaborate. Thank you. /all genuine *i am not diagnosed, unfortunately

Hey,

[standard disclaimer that we don't have amputee mods]

Please don't make any kind of disabled people into a separate species. What you're describing as a species are literally just amputees. They are very much human and suggesting otherwise is dehumanization. Losing a leg doesn't turn you into a different kind of being.

Don't shy away from using the actual words, just like "disabled" is not a bad word, so isn't "amputee". Same as how autistic people are humans with autism, not [different species] with [sci-fi word].

Making a culture is an interesting topic, since in the disability context, pretty much only Deaf and DeafBlind people are considered to have a culture in the traditional sense. Three main factors are involved in it; one, these often run in families, so there can be generations of people involved and passing the culture and language, two, there are schools designed for Deaf and DeafBlind people that help them connect with each other, and three, the disability directly impacts communication so they have their respective languages, which tends to be an important part of cultures in general. How would the amputee culture of your setting work? Amputation is rarely genetic and not that common, many amputees don't know a whole many other amputees. What would their culture be based on? Amputees will often become disabled later in life, many of them would already have their own communities. How much would different members have in common with each other to create a whole culture? A mobility aid in the form of a prosthetic didn't result in there being prosthesis culture in real life, nor it did for any other mobility aid. I'm not saying they can't have their own culture, but I just don't see how it would come to appear in the setting.

As mentioned earlier, we don't have amputee mods, and it would be helpful to work with a sensitivity reader who is one if you're planning to make a whole culture centering people with a particular disability.

mod Sasza

Hello, thank you for your ask!

A cyborg would not be a different species since they are still part human, and an amputee would especially not be a different species, they are still human and exist as human in the real world. A different species would be something like full robots or ‘humans’ with extremely modified dna to the point that they cannot be classified under homo sapien. To exclude someone from the human species because of their disability would be dehumanization, and I would recommend against it!

Calling everyone who uses a prosthetic a cyborg in a futuristic setting isn’t a bad idea [cyborgs in media are basically just amputees with robotic body modifications], but remember not all prosthetics are robotic, especially leg/foot prosthetics.

As for them having their own culture, I actually like the idea! Just note the culture wouldn’t come from being separated from other groups of people like how historical cultures formed, but rather a culture within the larger culture. In a world where prosthetics are more robotic there would probably be forums and workshops, people passing tips for clustering wires and what joint attachments work the smoothest and what repair shops are affordable. Basically people brought together by something they share, but not isolated from the outside world, if that makes sense.

And as always remember, cybernetic prosthetics aren’t perfect replacements! Here is a post that elaborates on that specifically:

https://www.tumblr.com/cripplecharacters/764893470773084160

Have a lovely day!

Mod Rot

[commsroom]

i think it's worth noting how individualism and the "big picture" in wolf 359 are not opposite ideas, but in service of the same goal: people that serve systems, rather than systems that serve people. goddard's recruitment tactic (in its moderately less coercive form) is an appeal to meritocracy and exceptionalism. a once in a lifetime opportunity to be part of something, to matter. it's a lie, of course. but that's the promise.

goddard futuristics and the dear listeners are parallel forces with compatible goals. cutter's proposal is a humanity without humans (save for the select few, like him, who get to make the choices), and that's perfectly acceptable to the dear listeners, who have no concept of the individual. the dear listeners are the only truly non-human characters in wolf 359, and they're narratively presented as a hollow reflection of humanity - borrowing eiffel's voice + appearance, unable to understand music - the ability to replicate, but not create. i think the implications are pretty clear, in the context of wolf 359's anti-corporate themes.

back to goddard's recruitment: minkowski wants to prove herself, to be in command, but she's initially too caught up on doing things the right way to be a leader for the people around her. the only tip in the dssppm she forgets is the one about effective communication. even her musical: hera is the only one willing to take part, and minkowski will only give her a small role. hilbert is a scientist who seems to believe he alone can revolutionize medicine, with no outside input or cooperation. of course, he not only fails, but his research results in further harm. goddard selects for people with this type of self-centered ambition... and also for people who are deeply isolated. eiffel and hera were not recruited through flattery. they're company property, and they've always been aware that their 'choice' was either 'agree to this' or 'we'll make things worse for you until you agree.' even with such a small crew, this creates an underclass, and a very pointed attempt at division of interests. and explains a lot about s1 dynamics.

which isn't to say eiffel and hera don't have their own problems re: communication. goddard's AI program is inherently isolating and pushes for ruthless competition under threat of death. hera isn't used to being able to trust people, and is extremely reluctant to accept help, even while she's suffering. eiffel, as the communications officer, is an advocate for communication and an effective mediator, but he's also extremely self-centered. it's very purposeful that eiffel's part of shut up and listen is paralleled by maxwell's logs about the dear listeners: "i've spent so much time thinking about how we're going to get a message across, and i haven't been thinking at all about reception. but what if the first challenge is figuring out how to listen? how much have we already missed?"

wolf 359 is a show that highly values the individual, personal identity and personal connection, but with the condition that connection is key. every person matters, but no one can make it alone. at the heart of the show, what you have is a group of very willful, very disparate personalities who have to learn how to see beyond their own assumptions and understand each other as full people with their own lives and desires and interiority - and then learn to move forward together. ultimately, it all comes down to that exchange between hilbert and eiffel: "you did not beat me. you needed help from AI, from minkowski." / "uh, yeah. it's called being part of the crew. you ever meet anyone that could get things done all on their lonesome?"

[bohba13-writing-den]

My thoughts on how the quincy work as a group of empowered humans.

So, as anyone who actually reads Bleach learns, pretty much everyone in the series to some degree lies. Now how they lie varies, however my subject of conversation right now brings us to Yhwach. A con man who bought into his own con.

Due to the conflict between what we see of him and his backstory, and what he says, I basically discard everything he says that isn't cooberated somehow by actual happenings in the series.

So, what do we know then?

The one thing I think Yhwach didn't lie about was being unable to revoke powers given to a "giver" quincy. As this would be backed up by Uryu not being killed by what killed Masaki and Katagiri (the whole you're siding with the man who killed your mom issue aside for Uryu).

So what is a 'giver' quincy? So that's a hard answer, as when Yhwach explains his background, we don't know what to trust and what not to trust, and there's the fact that he has powers Uryu doesn't exhibit.

What we can gather however is that they have a connection to any quincy within their bubble. Now I won't say they are the source of a quincy's power, as quincy who have had their powers "revoked" still show the core powers.

So what is the point of a giver?

Let's look at the unique issues normal humans face when dealing with Bleach's power system.

Time!

It takes decades for a Shinigami to become powerful enough to actually fight hollows. The issue that caused the formation of the quincy to begin with. So, how would they solve this? Recording information can only do so much. You can't share instinct or muscle memory. Not to mention writing was not even a thing for a majority of human existence. So how would you get around this issue?

What if that connection a giver quincy had to their cell allowed them to aggregate the knowledge and experience of each member of the cell and then share that to every other member?

And every time a giver quincy networked to another giver quincy, they traded all unique information without realizing it?

This would allow information to be passed on and preserved for millennia without writing or book keeping, and allow quincy to simplify the cultivation of their power.

Ironically this would result in quincy being leagues ahead in developing powers quickly which is exactly what the shortened lifespan of a human compared to a Shinigami creates as a form of selection pressure.

The power redistribution, the shrifts, the accumulation of power, all of that is a result of Yhwach monopolizing the concept and cultivating a toxic version of this power due to his own abilities and circumstances.

Yhwach is not doing things the way he should be as a giver. He isn't giving, he's loaning. Quincy should work more like DnD sorcerers, but in reality under Yhwach work more like warlocks. Because ultimately, Yhwach is a parasite, transforming what is supposed to be a healthy symbiosis into a toxic parasitism.

(thanks to @aurora-313 for seeding the idea of Yhwach as a parasite in my head and @gunnerpalace for helping me realize the deeper themes of Bleach)

[kick-a-long]

Hi I'm the previous anon and I have to say - everything you added was spot on!

I want to say something extra that has been bothering me for a long time.

I can't help but feel like there are specific (major) traits of antisemitism that always appear in every other form of bigotry. As a person of many different minority groups, I am not saying antisemitism is worst than all the other forms of hatred or downplaying the rest at all. But I see these traits that I feel like are inherently antisemitic appear everywhere else and I can't stop thinking "this shows bigotry starts and stops with jew hate"?

For example, I'm from country A (not saying where for personal reasons). In this country, (mainly) Arab Christians have moved here due to religious persecution. They are a very small group and have become wealthy due to 1) transferring of wealth or 2) they used their intelligence to make businesses. Due to assimilation into whiteness, they have become "white people" as well. As a result they are victims of the "they control the country and are behind everything bad" narrative. I would argue that "they control the world" is a uniquely antisemitic belief and it goes to show how people default to antisemitism to destroy any group. Additionally, I would argue antisemitism is truly people's map to the world and they use it to navigate. Moreover, Indians in Africa had also been accused of doing the same "controlling". Now there is a lot to be said about assimilation and doing anything for power and minorities being pit against each other for division but regardless of the nuance, these negative emotions (anger, frustration, sadness, etc) tend to lead back to antisemitism? Indians in Tanzania experienced random acts of mob violence in the 1920s/30s similar to pogroms (important to note: these were not common but their existence still highlights something).

Human beings love an easy, concrete group to hate and project onto hence the reason why the left loves nazis so much (they are their easy punching bags). As a result, the hatred stems from an antisemitic belief and morphs into anti- whatever the "nuisance" is, no matter how justifiable the hatred is.

Like when people hate immigrants and chant "they will not replace us and take our jobs", am I not supposed to think everything is a big antisemitic conspiracy?

!!!this this this^^^^ I agree so much!!!

antisemitism is older than racism, literally. it was around before the concepts of race or nationhood. it was around when feudalism and slave labor was the main economic system. jews were blamed for being poor and stupid just as often as for being smart and rich. jews have always been a convenient 'other' because we have always had to identify as a diasporic group from somewhere else with different customs based on living somewhere else.

antisemitism is in most other forms of bigotry imo because it's the prototype for it, since the roman empire and the destruction of the second temple. probably before.

I think it's pretty accurate to point to aspects of it in other bigotry because it's where hateful troupes were tested and popularized for thousands of years. what's wild is that people don't even realize what antisemitism does or how it's useful to maintain power structures. it's the most time tested way to scapegoat and distract from real problems and unite against real power structures that fuck up people's lives. you see antisemitism spike around economic crisis or huge cultural swings from liberal to traditional, but you never see the blame fall on changing the laws that caused the economy to crash or try to build bridges between liberal and traditional aspects of society. you just have the scapegoat of jews, or minority populations, or homosexuals, or X, or Y... but eventually the story is always explained with jews as architects of it.

conservative states could look at the successes of LGBTQ entertainers from those states and celebrate how their tradition bore that success (true or false) but instead they reject it. southern states could celebrate the black civil rights leaders from there and the parts of their culture that generated that rebelliousness (true or false) but they reject it. you can see it all over. jews are the only ones who are adopted as "from here" when they succeed and "jewish cabal" when the tide changes. it's the conditional oppression and conditional acceptance that alienates us from all other groups.

all bigotry is based on antisemitism but antisemitism is different than all other bigotry, imo.

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓜𝓮 𝓝𝓸𝓽 ↬𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗

"Our hearts are bound eternally."

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(Y/n) blinked in surprise when Silver suddenly took the plate Lilia had prepared for her and handed it to Malleus, whom had made the plate just disappear entirely.

"What-"

'Trust me. You don't want to eat that." Silver said, cutting her off. (Y/n) looked surprised, seeing the male actually shiver at the mere thought of eating Lilia's cooking.

"It's... that bad?" Everyone at the table collectively nodded, as Malleus used a bit of magic to make the plates come back with consumable food.

"If you ate that you probably would've been sent home with food poisoning." Silver stated flatly, and (Y/n's) lips formed into an 'o' shape, before she smiled, albeit awkwardly. "Well, then thank you for saving me from a nasty case of food poisoning."

Lilia came back, a plate of something that looked black and mushy- was it moving? On a big dinner plate, setting it down on the table with a proud smile. Everyone shared looks.

"Fa- ahem, Lilia, what is that?" Silver asked, skeptically. Lilia sat down with a charcoaled piece of chicken and a side of corn and beans on his plate.

"Why I'm glad you asked Silver! Khehe, It's my mashed potatoes!" He stated, proudly.

"Uh... Why are they black then.. is.. is that a moving tentacle?"

-

"You don't have a partner?"

Malleus looked up from his work in Crewel's class, staring right into the glow of (Y/n's) eyes before nodding. "No, I don't. I'm afraid a select few will choose to partner with me." He said, truthfully, eyebrows shooting up when she pulled out the chair next to him and sat down, settling her bag on the floor.

"Then let's pair up. No one deserves to be partner-less."

"Oh? But don't you work with young Spade and-"

"Yeah." (Y/n) said, cutting him off with a shrug. "But those doofus' have each other and Grim. You don't mind if we partner up, do you?" She asked, realizing she didn't beforehand. Malleus offered a coy smile that showed his fangs.

"No, I don't mind, Child of man. It's a nice change of pace." (Y/n) smiled back, cheeks a rosey red. "I'm glad. Though I'm afraid I probably won't be much help. I don't really understand potionology. The stupid trio is why I'm currently passing by a fingernail."

"The dumb trio?" "The dumb trio." (Y/n) repeated, looking over at her group of friends. Malleus hummed in understandment. A flock of whispers  bathed the class about the two partnering up. (Y/n) ignored this.

"You needn't worry about failing the project." Malleus said. "I'm rather adapt at potions." He said, and for the remainder of class he pointed out and explained things to her, not seeming to mind when he needed to repeat or explain something more in depth. The class passed quicker than they anticipated, though the project was completed in one class period instead of the deadline of two days.

(Y/n) gathered up her things, a smile on her face. "See you tomorrow, Malleus!" She chirped as Sebek and the others entered, the mint haired male squalking in shock. "Human you-"

She swiftly cut him off, "It's alright if I call you Malleus, right?" She asked, "Indeed." He answered, "I shall happily be awaiting our reunion tomorrow." He stated, walking away in the opposite direction.

It was quiet for a moment, before Ace and Deuce walked up, shocked yet teasing all at once.

"Soooo.. You and Malleus ehhh?"

Immediately, she rolled her eyes, sighing. "You know it's not like that." She said swiftly, walking into her next class with them. Trein was already in front of the board, jotting down things as she sat between Riddle and Epel. Ace and Deuce took their seats in the back of the class, separated by Jack because they couldn't stop being disruptive.

"You seem happier today." Riddle spoke up, pulling out his notebook. "Do I?" She looked over at him, in slight surprise. Riddle gave a simple nod as the late bell rang, and class started.

-

Silence filled the air as Lilia pulled away the bandages, humming under his breath.

"It's healing wonderfully. I can't see it opening up again unless you really manage to do something- though I advise letting it breathe for a bit." He said, standing up and throwing out her old bandages in the trash.

"That's wonderful to hear," (Y/n) said, softly. A smile perked up on her face and she sat up slightly. "Have you heard any news?"

Lilia already know what she was talking about. It was amusing in a way how much she nagged him on the topic, though he was a patient fae and he understood the reasoning behind her nagging. He walked back over, sitting down on the couch after (Y/n) moved her legs out of the way.

"We have talked everything over," He said, thoughtfully. "And you are allowed to come with us to Briar Valley over winter break. A room is already being custom made for you at the castle."

The news made her eyes brighten. Finally after almost two weeks of pondering and awaiting any type of answer as to who exactly the mystery of her father was, (Y/n) would be able to do a bit more digging. Seeing her face light up had Lilia smiling himself.

"Can I stay at Diasomnia for the night?" She asked, looking over at the Fae. "It's supposed to downpour tonight, and Ramshackle still has a bunch of leaks I have yet to cover up."

He chuckled, almost thoughtfully so.

"You need no excuse to stay with us. You know you're welcome at Diasomnia whenever you like."

The walk was a quiet one, and they both could already feel the chill in the air, "Have you eaten dinner yet, young one?" Lilia broke the silence. "No- None of the stoves really work well at Ramshackle. I'm a bit scared to use them. So I don't usually eat dinner."

(Y/n's) answer had the fae frowning, clearly not happy she wasn't getting the nutrition she needed due to Crowley's ignorance and laziness.

"I see. Diasomnia has already had dinner, though if you'd like I could make you a sandwich. I believe we've recently acquired ham and salami."

The door creaked open, and they could already hear Sebek fussing over something. The sky rumbled around them, the storm setting in quickly as they walked in through the door, shutting it behind them.

"That would be splendid, thank you." (Y/n) said, smiling at Lilia's response while walking through into Diasomnias main room. Malleus was not present though it looked like there was a small argument going on between Sebek and a student. Lilia quickly split it up.

Noticing Malleus was nowhere to be seen as Lilia pulled her into the kitchen, her eyebrow rose.

"Where's Malleus?"

"He is mostly in his room at this time, likely playing the violin." Lilia said, pulling out some bread, opening the fridge. "You seem to have gained quick attachment to my son." He pointed out, almost teasingly.

"A.. Ah. It's not like that." She said quickly, a bit of an embarrassed flush rising to her cheeks. It had Lilia letting out that little laugh of his. He spread some mayo on top of the piece of bread, adding a slice of cheese.

"He's the first room to the left upstairs." He said, "You may go and see him, I will bring up a sandwich and tea for you in a moment."

She beamed, face lighting up like a flower. "Thank you!" She called, having enough control to walk off instead of run up the stairs like a lunatic on helium. The stairs creaked slightly under (Y/n's) weight as she ascended them. The sound of the violin grew louder until she stopped in front of the door it was coming from. 

She wondered if he would be pleased or not if she bothered him in the middle of this beautiful melody. After listening for a quiet moment, she lifted her hand, knuckles brushing over the wood on the door before knocking. 

The music stopped abruptly. 

She'd almost winced at how quickly it stopped- she heard shuffling and the clatter of the violin quietly being set down before the door opened, revealing the fae in all his glory. Malleus' eyebrows arched up in surprise at seeing you in his doorway. 

"Child of man." He greeted, not being able to hide the slight amusement quirking at his lips as you cut him off abruptly. 

"Malleus! Lilia said I could come and see you, he said he'd bring up my dinner when he finished making it." 

"Very well." 

He stepped aside, motioning for you to come in. His room was fancy yet elegant all the same. He guided you to a small table, pulling out the chair like a gentleman. Malleus pushed the chair in once she sat down, sitting across from her at the table. 

"To who to I owe this occasion to?" 

"I was just in the area," (Y/n) explained, "Lilia checked my cut and said it was healing nicely, and it shouldn't open up again. And he said I could stay the night here because it's pouring out and Ramshackle has leaks."

Malleus listened quietly to her story, pausing when their was a knock on the door. Lilia came in a moment later, a tray of food on his hands he'd set on the table in front of you. "Khehe, enjoy. Don't get to carried away in your romantic quarrel, love birds." He made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him. 

Leaving both (Y/n) and Malleus with flushed faces. 

[carmesi-butterfly]

from me to you

vampire yang jungwon + human female reader. word count 2,3k. vampire au/fantasy au. warnings hurt/comfort, abandonment. &team's appearance. not proofread.

«From me to you. A letter for Yang Jungwon.

I miss you, Won. I don't know where you are, I don't know why you left me, and I don't know if I honestly want to hold that knowledge in my soul until my ends arrive.

Because unlike you, I'm just a mortal spirit. I desire to spend the rest of my life with you but I understand that you don't yearn for the same as me, and even if it hurts my heart, I accept it, by cause of my respect for you and your freedom, since I had the chance to meet you I noticed how you are an untied person and that's what attracted me of you, and that's why I always knew how this would end, I tried to ignore it but… such a free nature being tied to someone? The end was evident.

I'm sorry, at this point I'm just rambling about everything I can, I have sent so many letters this year and no one got a response which makes me feel a bit unmotivated, because of that I chose to start using a diary and set all my thoughts in there! I don't want to wait anymore for an answer that will never come, for a lover that will never come. A diary is for me, I feel it can help me to heal and cure my inner self.

It's my time to go, this will be my last letter meaning that is a definitive farewell for me, forgetting is not an option and even if it was I would never choose it, because ¿why would I forget you? The only man I loved, you opened my eyes to a new world full of beautiful things and a different perspective, and I will always be grateful for that. I love you Jungwon, goodbye.»

The body of a man lay on the ground of a big lounge, surrounded by an immense amount of envelopes and letters, all opened, his friends standing near him encircling the space.

"She sent fifty-five letters, those are at least one letter a week" announced Jake, impressed by the situation.

"I feel bad… maybe we shouldn't have left" followed Sunoo with a hand on his chest, slightly caressing it.

"Maybe? She was heartbroken, and this letter was from a month ago so who knows how she is now" answered Sunghoon trying to be honest, but slightly being a bit rude at the end.

All the voices resounded in Yang's ears but he didn't seem to notice.

"Guys, this is not helpful for any of us" The conversation was interrupted by Heeseung, who seemed worried about his friend's state and how the others managed the situation.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think I could cause more problems than planned" apologized the leader of the pack of wolves.

"Don't apologize, K" a soft voice echoed over the rest, comforting his friend who seemed a bit conflicted. Jungwon left the cloud forming on his mind, bringing his feet back on the earth. "It was my fault, I managed the situation poorly" his hand reached his head, messing his hair with frustration that tried to hide behind a tiny smile.

"I think it's our time to leave," offered the second oldest of the opposite group, holding his comrade's shoulder.

"Are you okay with that, Jungwon?" kei asked.

The relationship between both groups was clearly out of the ordinary, vampires and werewolves forming an alliance, it could even be considered against nature, two categories who faced each other since the start of their lineage collaborating in search of a common good: peace, not only for vampires and werewolves but for the humans too, because ignoring the amount of suffering humans caused to their people, there were a few ones with a golden heart willing to help any creature just in behalf of the mere wish of assist the fellows, precisely like you.

"Yes" affirmed, accompanied by a nod, "I think it's time to rest, especially for all of you," said referring to the predators, "we don't need sleep hours, but you do. Especially after this long trip, the best is to go rest right away"

They assented, and the head of the wolves talked again. "We owe you a favor, search for us when you need it"

By the time all the werewolves crossed the entrance their presence became undetectable, fusing with the big trees that make up the forest and blending into the darkness. With that, the vampires dispersed in the house choosing to mind their own business, leaving their friend alone to have his time for himself.

"Are you going to be okay, Jungwon?" Jay asked, preoccupied with his confidant.

"Yes, don't worry, I have to fix the mess I created" sighed, his tone became serious showing his friend everything he needed to know: determination.

Between vampires and other magical species that knew him, Jungwon had a reputation of the solve problems in his group, one that tends to be a magnet for problems as pure vampires with a high range tend to get into problems easier than other vampires with a lower status, adding to the mix the uncommon union with a few werewolves, it gives the perfect recipe of a disaster. Because of this, a case where Jungwon committed a mistake was unusual, and now in a position where he had to resolve his own problems the logic that characterizes him is pushed into the background and his heart takes the lead.

«Since I had the chance to meet you I noticed how you are an untied person and that's what attracted me of you, and that's why I always knew how this would end, I tried to ignore it but… such a free nature being tied to someone? The end was evident.» The words materialize in his mind, recalling the letter he read just a few minutes ago. "She thought I abandoned her," thought, feeling his heart break like a crystal shattering on his chest.

He has to search for you, no matter the late hours or the poor lighting because of the recent night arrival, he had a mission before and achieved it sacrificing your union in the process, his mission now was to rectify his mistake, even if that doesn't bring you back to his arms like you were before, knowing that you're aware of the events that lead him to fade away and giving the most sincere apology was enough for his soul.

As if someone dropped a spell over him his body began moving by itself, heading to a small cabin near a lake that was pretty well-known to him. It was your house, probably one of the places where he keeps most happy memories, and where a lot of new emotions blossomed on his inside.

Since the start of his long-lived life, Jungwon had the opportunity to experience what love is, the love for his brothers, for his life, for his home, for his hobbies, and the nature around him amongst a lot of other things, but the feelings unfolding in his chest caused by you were a new experience, a ton of butterflies hovering on his stomach directing to his heart, a heart that hasn't beat in a long time but now felt warm and alive.

His journey ended with your portico in front of him, a lamppost lit up the entrance that was decorated with bindweed hanging over the top of it, flower pots beside the door; red carnations, crimson roses, and few aloes. Like a final touch, baby's breath surrounded the area. All of those plants were new, there was no way you could keep a plant alive, because as you said to him once: «I always forget to water my flowers! This is the third time I have killed a cactus, why do I have to be so reckless?».

Without noticing, tears started to fall from his eyes, on a familiar place that felt distant, with flora that didn't have to be there and memories from a faraway moment that now felt overwhelming, the young Jungwon got off the deep end, crying intensely while all sorts of emotions impact him, the remorse and fear, he should have told you, even if it was an emergency, how long would it have taken to inform you about the recent urgency? He just needed to tell you, but he didn't, and now he probably lost you forever, and that's such a long time for a vampire. Despite his recent thoughts about not needing your love again and only wanting to deliver his apologies in search of your wellness, his body quivered just thinking about it, the suffocating feeling of knowing that he could lose the person who showed him what is love, was eating what he had left of a soul.

But the situation had to be confronted, he was the one who chose to appear, if he had to talk to you with his face full of tears, reddish eyes, and his nose dripping then he would.

Three knocks on the door were enough to wake you up, and distrust invaded you while thinking "Who is knocking on my door at this time?" it was suspicious not to say the least, at first you decided to not open it, perhaps whoever was knocking your door in the middle of the night would choose to just go and come back in the morning, but when the second banging started it worried you, what if someone is in danger? There were sightings of wolves near your area, it could be someone at risk of being attacked and searching for help in the desolate house close to the forest. As a precaution you approached the front door with a sword in hand, maybe it was a bit exaggerated for the situation, but the elegant weapon had sentimental value being a gift from an old lover who yearned for your safety.

"Who's there?" you asked, raising your voice as a try to make your voice clearer for the person on the other side.

"I-I am Jungwon…" mumbled, his weak voice exposing the crying session he had just a few minutes before.

The answer petrified you, it was him, it was his voice, after a year of waiting patiently, after months of feeling heartbroken, and after a few weeks of giving up on ever seeing your significant other again, it happened, Jungwon came back. Without a doubt, you opened the door desperately searching for your once-lover, dropping the sword in the process.

When the entrance opened, both maintained an ecstatic stand, you wanted to jump into his arms, searching for the warmth and comfort only Yang can give you.

Taking the initiative the boy said "Hi, y/n…" while collecting the courage needed for the words he was planning to say. "I know that maybe it's not the best moment to come and that it's egoistic on my own to show up like this… but I couldn't wait anymore, not after all this time".

The words unfolded through your ears like soft petals falling out of a tree, it was enough for your tears to start sliding over your cheeks until they reached the end of your jaw, and a gasp came out of your mouth "Did you receive my letters?".

"I wasn't here to read them, but I've received all of them. I never knew you could write so good" A tiny smile showed up on his face, emphasizing his soft cheeks and shrinking his sharp eyes.

"I thought I was never going to see you again" cried with a weak voice, "Where were you?... Why did you disappear just like that?" the efforts of the boy in attempting to make a more agreeable space for the conversation worked, in spite of your questions each one more intense than the other one, your body language demonstrated comfort, especially for the way your eyes searched his and your distance reduced discreetly with a few steps made by you.

"I can explain everything, that doesn't mean you have to forgive me" Delicately his hands cupped your face, brushing your cheeks softly.

"Why wouldn't I forgive you?" you asked, a smile showing up on your face while your hands took his and caressed them, also maintaining the embrace on your cheeks.

The question confused Jungwon, who didn't manage to formulate a question before you talked again.

"Even if you truly leave, I forgive you, because that's what you decided although my heart may not take it well," said with a giggle "I already forgave you, there's no bone in my whole body that can be mad at you" the happiness you tried to demonstrate was overshadowed by crystalline years balling through your eyes. "I love you Won, and love hurts sometimes, I'm willing to experience that pain for you" Your testimony shocked the vampire, who felt touched by your words.

"I don't desire to hurt you, not anymore" And with that, helping himself with the grab he had on your face, Jungwon placed a kiss on your lips, after a long time of missing this kind of connection. A few seconds passed and the kiss got intense, the result of more than a year of dreaming with any dose of contact now unleashing, but sadly, you need to breathe. When the kiss broke, with irregular breathing spoke "Maybe we should talk inside… so I can explain everything, and you can talk to me about your new hobbies" referring to the new plants that formed part of the environment, "I'm interested in reading your diary entries if you let me"

All the pages you had the opportunity to fill talked about him, from top to bottom without wasting any minimal space, and because of that the petition made you feel a bit embarrassed, but you agreed intending to show more from you to him.

[misc-obeyme]

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Okay, so if I'm remembering correctly we never actually get to see Simeon's wings, so this is all just how I imagine it'd be. Kind of like with the demon form, I would think angels can do something similar with their wings. Anyway, I love Simeon he is so very pretty, so I'm glad someone requested him!

Thank you for participating!

GN!MC x Simeon with prompt Feather

Warnings: MC is in a little danger at the beginning, but nothing major and it's pretty brief.

It wasn't really dangerous for you to go out in the Devildom anymore. When you'd first arrived, you had to be careful. You were a human and nobody really knew you yet. But you had been here for quite some time at this point. Although you weren't always recognized, most demons knew you. And when they realized that you were the human exchange student who had pacts with the Seven Lords of Hell, they had a tendency to leave you alone.

And if for some reason someone decided to hassle you anyway, you were a full fledged sorcerer now. You could handle yourself.

So you didn't hesitate to go into the streets alone when you needed to. Not that this happened often, of course. There was always a demon brother who wanted to come with.

This day you happened to be alone. You were just looking to pick up a few things, nothing major. It was supposed to be a brief trip.

So you were surprised when you found yourself surrounded by a group of unfamiliar demons. You had been backed into a corner, stuck between two buildings with no way out. It wasn't really an issue. You could just teleport away, after all.

And you were about to do exactly that when a brilliant flash of white descended in front of your eyes. You were looking at something so bright and full of light, that it almost blinded you. What in the Devildom could possibly look like this?

And then your eyes adjusted and you saw that you were actually looking at Simeon. He was standing in front of you, facing you, with his large beautiful wings tucked around you. They gave off that soft light, making everything around you feel illuminated.

Simeon's eyes were also blazing with that light, looking more gold than they normally did, the circular halo shape in them more pronounced. He simply glowed before you.

He wrapped his arms around you before taking off into the sky. You clung to him as his wings pushed against the air, propelling the two of you out of that small alley. He flew a very short distance to a small empty park.

He landed there, setting you down carefully. And then the light dimmed and his wings vanished and he looked at you with concern.

"MC," he said. "Are you okay?"

You blinked for a few moments, trying to re-calibrate your mind after witnessing Simeon's wings, his angelic light. "I'm fine," you said. You shook your head a little. "I had it under control. I was just about to teleport, you know."

Simeon blushed and looked away. "Ah, I forgot you could do that. I just saw you cornered by a group in that alley and thought you might need some help."

You smiled. "I'm glad you came," you said. "I got to see your wings, after all."

Simeon looked surprised. "My wings?"

"You don't use them very often," you said. And then it was your turn to blush. "They're gorgeous."

Simeon laughed softly. "If you want to see them, all you have to do is ask," he said.

You took a step toward him, so close you were almost touching. "Can I see them again?"

Simeon obliged, his wings unfurling around you once again, the light surrounding you. He held them around you protectively even though there was nothing you needed protection from.

It was like you were being held inside a small sun the way each white feather seemed to glow. You were sure it was simply the contrast between them and the darkness of the Devildom around you.

You took another step forward, putting your hands on Simeon's chest. He responded by wrapping his arms around you.

"MC," he said, but you cut him off with a kiss.

The warmth that spread through you seemed to match the intensity of the light all around you. You could feel that heat on Simeon's skin as your fingertips fluttered across his shoulders.

You spent quite some time there, held by Simeon's arms as well as his wings, your previous errands completely forgotten. And even though you weren't going far, when you finally separated you would find yourself feeling dark and empty without the gentle comfort of his presence.

You were thinking about those moments later that night, staring at the ceiling in your room in the House of Lamentation. Remembering the soft look in Simeon's eyes as he held you, the gleaming of his wings, the way your heart seemed to beat out of your chest.

But Simeon had seemed to know that this would happen. And the small light from the single white feather you held in your hands was enough to hold you over until you could see him again.

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[pbeltarts]

Hey... It's weird rlly, but i'm caught in the in-between of I don't discriminate gays and I have to obey religion... HELP?

I can't really be a religious guide on something like that when I'm not part of any religion myself. But,

I think there needs to be an understanding divide between 'duty-bound by belief' and human decency. Regardless of if ancient texts state it, a politician or government leader, or someone of authority- we are at the end of the day, the maker of our choices. Our belief is as strong as the person believing and to me, is a guidebook for how we frame our own lives. IDK what religion you're having to obey, but my first question is: why do you have to obey it?

There's this strange consensus amongst religious groups that the religious text shouldn't be questioned or countered by any means. But these are just words written down by other infallible humans, and you can't speak directly to the god or gods they came from. Its already been proven throughout history how these religious texts and teachings can change throughout the years, being manipulated to serve the needs of a group or party in power. Why do their human interpretations take precedence over your own understanding of the religion?

If you know and believe that gay people are just as equal to you as any other person, despite whatever teachings you follow says, then believe in your own human decency first. If something says to do harm to another person, who just the same has a beating heart, a family, and a life as you do, why would that teaching be considered 'right'?

At the end of the day, as I understand, most of these teachings tell you to impart your religious wisdom to these people but it is ultimately up to them to live their lives how they choose. Their salvation isn't your responsibility.

To live our lives how we want, even if in the end its the 'wrong' way, means we at least lived. That isn't anyone's job to ordain or monitor. You don't get brownie points with god because you exclude or are rude to a gay person.

And in my opinion, God would never want you to do that in the first place.

Gods seem to come in two forms: fear them or love them. Not both. Because you can't really love something that strikes fear into you, not truly.

If God loves his creatures, all of them, despite whatever failings they have, then he wouldn't want them to hurt each other the ways many of us do. If Jesus, assuming we're talking Christianity which we may not be (but I grew up in baptized belt, so its my main frame of reference), died for our sins then does that not mean we are absolved of our sins? That his sacrifice was to save us everlasting, and by constantly attacking others for their 'sins' is pointless because they've been saved regardless.

IDK if any of that rambling can be helpful. Hopefully it gives you something to at least think about.

[lestappen-on-top]

Have you ever thought about writing Lestappen smut but in the Among Us universe?

Oh, hi!

Never thought I would get to this point, but sure, I can try a snippet? (OK, this is the after, I may have gotten carried away....)

English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

It was hard trying to understand who you could trust. Especially if most of the people surrounding you were those who you trusted your whole life, or those who somehow grew up with you, even if not in your friend circle.

But now, as he stared at Pierre's lifeless body, he couldn't help the chills that ran through him, especially as Charles cold gaze stared down at the body, not showing any emotion to the news of his best friend getting killed.

And the worst part?

No one could get in or out. It had to be someone inside the spaceship. There was an impostor among them, that was why you couldn't trust anyone.

"Is anyone responsible for this?" Lewis asked, always the one making sure that everything was in order, even in desperate times, it seemed.

"Do you really think that anyone is going to admit they just killed someone?' Max asked incredulous : " It would be quite dumb to kill someone and then admit to it, and it doesn't seem to be an accident, he was choked, the question is what are those marks on his neck..."

"Zhou, can you take him to medical and examine the marks that Max has found? We need to know what are they and where they come from" and soon enough, him and Valteri went to go and get a stretcher to transport the dead body.

And from that moment on, everyone had the instructions that nobody was to stay alone, as to prevent this from happening again.

"Charles, a word, please?" That seemed to bring the monegasque into the present. His eyes were glazed over, posture hunched, and clearly starting to grieve his loss, once again.

Death seemed to weight on everyone's shoulders, some of them had tears in their eyes, watching as the agents from the Sauber agency took the body away. Lando went to Oscar and Carlos, seeking comfort, Logan remained by George's and Alex's side, Daniel and Sergio were next to him, Yuki went to comfort Esteban, Lance was clinging to Fernando, but where were the-?

"Lewis?" he asked." Where are the others?" Some were missing, Nico, Kevin, where were they?

Horror seemed to be something permanent in some faces, yet he tried to remain as calm as possible, not wanting to show vulnerability.

"Everyone form into groups, search for them, we will meet here in 40"

Slowly, everyone dispersed, flashlights in hand, scared to know the outcome of these disappearances.

Then, It was only him and Charles, staring at each other.

"Do you, ah, want to search for them?"

"I don't think it will be necessary, they won't be found anyway"

Before the words clicked on his brain, he suddenly had a hand holding his throat against the wall. He didn't know what was happening, but the look in Charles's eyes told him that he knew exactly what happened.

"What do y-you mean? You know where they are? Why didn't you t-!" He looked down, shocked to see a small, black tentacle circling both of his wrists behind his back.

"Well, maybe we wanted some time alone with you, you are lucky I convinced him to not kill you, but it seems he really likes you"

Without being able to say another word about how he was referring to himself in plural, he was turned around, face to the wall, hands behind his back, tentacles around him, and Charles plastered on his back.

"Maxy, do you remember that time that me and Lewis were sick after the expedition on planet LV-1633? Turns out aliens and humans can co-habit the same body, and it gives benefits to both!"

"Wait, you have a fucking simbyote in you? Oh g-"

"Shh, you are lucky this place is dark, imagine if they saw you giving yourself to me?"

The fucker somehow moved the tentacles inside his own navy bodysuit, having them caress his chest and moving lower to his pelvic region.

So, as he tried to scream for anyone, his mouth was full with a tentacle, the stupid thing tasted sweet, only noticing he was sucking on it as he heard the other chuckle.

"Looks like someone is desperate, ah, wish I could hear you, but I had to grab the opportunity of you all to myself "

Soon, what followed was as series of keening noises and breathy pleas once the tentacle left his mouth, whimpering as the monegasque started to rub himself on Max, feeling the tentacle circle his leaking cock.

He had always had a crush on Charles, he remembers when they would trade 1 and 2 place medals at the physics and chemistry fairs on school, but never had he thought he would ever be like this, although he-

"AH FU-"

Something had started vibrating around his prostate, the rest of his sentence was absorbed by Charles's mouth, as he decided to painfully turn his head back by grabbing his hair.

"As you can see, we can co-habit, and there are many benefits, maybe I could knock you up?"

It was to much, too many feeling through his body, to much information, but soon, it all dissipated into a pleasant buzz in his head as he was overcome with the need to cum.

"Hmm, yes, wanna come for me? You could be such a good boy, staying calm and collected, full of my come, knowing I can kill anyone that bothers you, I knew about the fight you and Pierre had, I was only protecting you mon amour."

"Ah, y-you fucking....psycho...why are you doing th-this?"

"Isn't it obvious Max? I am obsessed with you, even this thing that got into me got obsessed with you on the first day, don't you understand how easy it is to love you?"

His heart stopped at the love part, but he decided they would talk about it later, and about Pierre, and about the tentacles, and, you know what, cum now, think later.

It wasn't that hard to get lost after that, kisses up his neck, a warm mass enveloping his weeping cock, something inside of him applying direct pressure to his prostate.

Then, all of a sudden, he woke up, sweaty and with a boner in bed, looking around anxiously trying to see anyone in his room, and as he realised he was alone, he floped back into the mattress.

He somehow felt feverish, as if he got sick, but his back was sore along with his jaw, and somehow, he could feel that his niples were sensitive.

Maybe it was because of the position de slept in and because of the shirt rubbing on his skin, what he didn't notice, was the small black tentacle that was retreating into the vents that transported oxygen throughout the spaceship.

But maybe he did see, and maybe he chose to ignore that maybe he was also co-habiting something.....

He really needed to talk with Charles.

[aballadforbarbatos]

scawy mc D: (MAMMON)

mammon encounters a (tokyo) ghoul. the ghoul is YOU! the post is in bullet points below the cut :) more details in the main post.

warning: mentions mammon being sad, you end up having blood on you

main post

masterlist (coming soon!)

you started by buying your own human meat and being broke practically ALL the time

just like your first, awww you were made for each other

you two get SO attached to each other though, you’re forever helping him out of scrapes

lucifer ties him up and you help him down.

“mc, don’t let mammon down. he’s tied up for a reason.”

“who, me? i would never.”

“you are literally the only person who would”

you even go to illegal, secret casinos with him, and he makes your dice lucky, secretly though

you win a ton of cash! you give half of it to mammon because you love him. and then you spend the rest of it on meat to stock up with and you’re fine for a couple of months

normally mammon finds comfort in you more than anyone else, but one day he’s definitely torn up more than usual

it doesn’t matter if it’s something superficial or an actual issue, you’ll be there no matter what 😡

so you guys go on a walk to try and clear things up. lucifer tells you two not to get lost.

you stick your tongue out at him and mimic him in an annoying high pitch voice. mammon cracks a smile

satan straight up cackles like a witch and it’s so loud that it echoes through the house. belphie calls lucifer a loser.

you’re walking with mammon through some kind of forest when you come to a clearing

“mc i think we're lost”

“home is where the heart is and my heart is with you, so no we are not lost, acTuaLLy”

mammon is about to open up to you when a group of demons show up and start heckling him

they don’t care about you, and why would they? you’re just a human

except…

except, you’re not, are you?

they keep going and mammon keeps shrinking inside himself, and you can feel your anger growing, and growing, and it’s not until the shadow of your wings hits their faces that they realise

“oh.”

it doesn’t stop there, though

you are just. you are SO mad. how dare they bully mammon? your first?! what do they think they’re DOING?

a mask forms over your face, tough as steel, distorting your voice

“i’m about to commit mass murder, by the way.”

it's when they try to run off in different directions that you wish you were a rinkaku ghoul, but you end up cutting their path off anyway. and them also.

the perks of being bouncy and light

mammon is just watching this go down

hangin out

he would LIKE to stop you but where would he even start?

you've turned into a really scary (but cool!) monster

he can see a couple of new demons heading this way but they catch sight of you and immediately turn around

you switch back

blood is ALL over your clothes

staring at each other

"guess you don't need me to protect you anymore..."

"ohhhh yes i do, i would go insane without you"

objectively you mean in that form, but not having mammon beside you all the time would mean a very warped life D:

mammon's mood perks up after that

you were lost btw so you take forever to get back to the house

and then you both remember the blood

"uh."

"we'll just pretend it's pig's blood or something"

"yeah, i'm pretty sure pig's blood isn't black, mc-"

[wrotelovelytears]

People really don't talk about that transition from focusing on self and independence and searching for community/ relationships. I feel like everyone is so "focus on you" oriented they forget humans are naturally social. We naturally seek out others like us. And tend to thrive in community not self.

I believe the major shift to individuality is the reason why so many people feel incomplete. I'm not saying you need a romantic relationship to be complete (and if you feel like you do, by all means seek that relationship out) or you need to be going out every week, I'm saying you can't just interact with people at the absolute lowest level of (in person, online does not give the same healthy bouts dopamine) social interaction and think you gonna have health relationships. Dopamine seeking is so common now that yeah looking at your phone is easier than talking with a stranger because that initial anxiety (everyone has anxiety, not everyone is impacted by it to harmful levels) because you can't get "embarrassed" that way.

No one talks about how soul searching and sitting with yourself can easily become isolation and lack of tolerance for different people. People don't talk about how spending so much time with yourself pushes you to believe others are not as important as you (we are all a side character in someone's story). How it increases the negative aspects of ego to the point individuality is the only thing you strive for.

The internet and social media with all its glory is something that has been slowly poisoning Millennials, gen Z and gen Alpha. Its something that has been teaching us that we can get a quicker dopamine response from likes, flashing colors and short videos. I can remember when most media was long form, when you could long into Tumblr and see multiple page essays. When people would go to the movies and actually watch it instead of posting pictures of themselves. When kids would play outside and I would see parents, teens and even random strangers helping them out. I don't see that as much.

Of course someone could chalk it up to "my algorithm" but honestly that's only an issue of the internet. People don't interact with each other nearly as much as they did pre 2018. I believe the pandemic emotionally stunned a majority of the human population. I would've never seen groups of teens robbing people pre pandemic. If they didn't have parents to correct them, they had teachers, imams, pastors, aunts, uncles, the old lady down the block... Something.

I would've never seen the straight up ableism and anti Blackness that's everywhere now. I wouldn't see people telling someone asking for help is "doing too much'.

Do people honestly believe hyper independence is the next step forward? That we step on each other instead of helping? We isolate the elderly because " they drove up the gas prices" and children because "The world is shit and I don't want any, anyways so why be nice?"

If you wanna be astrology in to it, half the chart is simply about socialization. Thats the signs Libra-Pisces, the 7th-12th house. Yet if you look through most astrology interpretations since the middle of te pandemic, they've gone from the "social" to "me" signs. We are all part of society, you can't seperate yourself out then complain about the rest. Libra is about your relationships with other, regardless if it's the romantic ones or not, you can't change that fundamental part of it. Scorpio is about the shared resources of people, not just what an individual gets out of something. Sagittarius are teachers and pillars of the community, not just wanderlust sages with no regard of their impact on others. Capricorns are the work parts of a society, not the lone CEO or rich aunt who spends the holidays alone. Aquarius is the stored knowledge of a community, not the most outlandish, self centered individuality most push. And Pisces shouldn't even surprise anyone with it being the care for society and the collective consciousness/unconscious of us all, not the mystic lost in their mind scared to interact with others.

Those signs have always been about "the people (s)", not the individual. I can say this with most of my planets being in the 7-12th and Libra-Pisces axis, people ain't just suffering because late stage capitalism. We suffering because we forgot that we don't live by ourselves, can't function by ourselves, or thrive by ourselves. Late stage capitalism wouldn't have gotten to this point if we actually stood by each other. Especially because capitalism is a man made concept, we have always been selling and trading items, it's nothing new in fact as soon as we started living in towns instead of being hunter gathers, the first cases of capitalism occurred. Now do we modern humans call it that, but does that mean it's a new concept no. Humanity loves to recycle old ideas until they can't be recycled anymore. All of the -isms we have were bound to pop up in some point of our long existence. Racism didn't magically appear, it's the result of ethnocentricism (which can be helpful when your groups is always fighting another group, but not when interacting with completely new groups are interacting for the first time), colorism (which surprise, surprise also appeared when people transitioned from hunter gather to stationary- and it's directly tied into capitalism {darker skin = working in field therefore you did not have a ton of resources just laying around) and of course capitalism (this was more of a "you have something I want and instead of trading like I might do with someone who is more similar to me, I'll come up with a justification for why I should be able to just take your stuff rather than a fair bargain being made).

I say all that because boy oh boy do I see us (humanity) slipping closer and closer to inventing a whole new "ism", we already have ageism (the point about the elderly and children) as a rampant part of a lot of Western and people impacted by Westernization cultures. Never in my life did I think I would see people disrespect and even go out of their way to harm the two most vulnerable populations, but here we are. At this point I truly think if we don't course correct and hope, pray, manifest, idgaf what you believe in just do something this path we traveling down, things will not get better. We have to take responsibility for us not being the best we can be and not blame someone else anymore. Trauma, as shit as it is, ain't no excuse to be a living dickhead. A lot of people have it, and at the end of the day they keep it pushing because taking our hurts out on others is exactly how we get dictators. It's not good on the individual level and individuals make up society.

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I'm not writing a summary of the post, learning how to read " long" form content is a crucial skill. If I had to sit my dyslexic with ADHD ass through lessons that somehow pop up in life 2 decades later, you can sit through one post.

Part 1

[alitgblog]

was gonna do a march madness bracket for litg characters but I feel like we know which fan favorites are gonna win so instead, with my extra time, I did a hunger games simulator (logical next step lol).

Tried to pick a guy and girl from every season (plus an extra duo from seasons 2,4, and 6 just because I like those seasons lol). With a few exceptions and wild cards, but you'll see.

ANyway the highlights (didn't include every death so if you're wondering what's happening to some characters, you can ask me lol).

I guess first off, Vicki does die very quickly (killed by her someone in own district, Estelle). (FYI I only picked those two because I was like well they're the prettiest ones from S7 lol). Also Theo and Claudia being in character and helping each other out is cool and in character (spoilers: won't stay that way). Jakub is also having a comedy of errors going on, which I fully expect from him. And there's some Gramish interactions in there which is fun. I forgot to screenshot it but they do form a short lived alliance.

Ozzy and Marshall are both messes most of the time: absolutely what I expect out of the two of them. They kind of took over S6 (with Amelia but I didn't put her in this) and fittingly, I am invested in their storyline for this simulator even though at first I just wanted to see who was gonna be the stronger twin lmao. (That's also why S7 has two girls to balance out these two being on the same team.)

Pretty early on, Bruno also kills his own teammate, Angie, and I immediately regret putting in my favorites in the simulator. S4 does get their moment in the spotlight though, because Kelly somehow ends up hunting Suresh. Like I just know if she got more time in litg she'd have my back 😤😤 (even though Suresh is in a different season). This does not go well a few days later, however, when Kelly drinks the poison she meant to give Suresh. And then he steals the idea and then poisons Dana from his own district, wowwww.

Moving on, if you want some insight on my S3 picks, I thought they were all too nice to have to deal with this and after some careful deliberation (I sat around for two minutes trying to think of what would be the funniest option). Anyway so here's an update on how Kerry's doing. She's kind of made an alliance with Lottie, which makes sense Lottie not wanting to work with her fellow district tribute, Jakub.

Anyway next group of killings: goodbye more of my faves (also wtf Theo). Speaking of Theo, he does make an alliance with my district 12 wild card picks which are of course, fan favorites Gareth and Lola. (For the record, Theo does kill Lola later on and Gareth dies of hypothermia. I don't have any other screenshots of the birds I just felt like keeping y'all updated.)

Anyway, it's been a few days, you may be wondering how Ozzy and Marshall are doing: (this happens twice fyi, wow the twins are BONDING)

This might hurt some people: the funny short kings are fighting. This isn't how Bobby dies though, unfortunately the S2 fan favorite humans are killed off by the other two

It seems after this, Lottie's really going through something, now kind of forcing murder on her ally, Kerry. However, she kills Suresh who has like three kills at this point? So, ehh. It goes badly very soon after though, as Lottie BETRAYS Kerry?? Plot twist, damn.

Eventually, Marshall, Estelle, and Theo all team up to hunt others (keep in mind at this point, I believe Estelle and Theo have the most kills). This does not bode well for Marshall and Ozzy finally bonding though. Again, Lottie is going through some mental turmoil probably after all those kills, and asks Ozzy to kill her but he already is trying not to kill anyone.

Anyway that alliance does not last. Estelle walks over a landmine, and Marshall betrays Theo. This is high drama as far as I'm concerned, and of course main character Marshall.

Jakub is still going through a comedy of errors.

Meanwhile, Allegra has just been vibing most of the time. She talked to Tim like once. And she's been getting stuff from sponsors. But somehow has allied with Lottie and I assume that helps Lottie regain her confidence. Because together they kill Ozzy. And Marshall doesn't even know.

We eventually do land on final two Lottie and Marshall. Lottie, who's losing her mind, and Marshall, also not in the best headspace but doubly so now seeking revenge for his brother. It's very much going back and forth who's hunting who.

Anticlimactic, but do we have a winner shortly after because Lottie dies of starvation, and I think Marshall finds the body and it's a weird bittersweet ending because he made it and didn't have to kill her but also didn't get vengeance and has to live with all that.

So so fun.

Anyway feel free to make your own lol

[review-anon]

talk about Harada, we're all still sad about him

We are indeed sad for him indeed.

Under the cut for people who don't know why Watership Down is being used as a source material how to brutally kill rabbits.

If you haven't picked it up by now, I am a animal lover. And as such I always have a weakness for characters who have animal-based talents. So as such I was always gonna like Harada.

Harada is such a sweet and geniune guy but I also knew he was never gonna live in this Killing Game for two reasons. Firstly a friendship trio with him, Hama and Chiba formed quite quickly which is a major red flag. Anyone who knows Danganronpa knows if a friendship trio forms, at least one of those members is gonna die, the most common variant is only one will survive and I didn't think it was gonna be Harada. The second is that he has a tiger cub on him and while this makes for some interesting interactions, it also caused alarm bells as yes Sawa is cute and she's friendly but she is also not a pet. She's a tiger, a wild animal, a apex predator and I knew she was gonna do what's in her nature and hurt someone.

What's interesting is that Harada didn't always used to be nice as at one point he used to be a bully but he eventually grew out of it, I dunno why maybe he got into animals and it phased out. Plus if you say you work with big cats, that will normally give people pause as they wouldn't want to mess with someone who often hangs out with lions and tigers. As for why he hangs out with Chiba and Hama for the former I think its because she thinks he's cool because he has a tiger but as their friendship develops its the fact that he admits he used to be scared of not be taken seriously which is things that Chiba was struggling with due to her size. And their friendship deepens as a result. Now as for him and Hama its probably a case at first of them both being around Chiba, but like with that later on they develop a respect for each other that typically they all crash out in the same room. Again no roommates jokes please.

Harada being a big cat specialist is actually quite realistic since most zookeepers often specialise in a certain group of animals rather then be generalists. I don't know how the big cat situation is in Japan, but I know in America since a lot of morons think they make good pets (They don't people) it makes me wonder if Harada has been to America at some point to help out with sanctuary work or something. Now of course Harada isn't a fully fledged zookeeper and he's more like what Tamami in the Danganronpa askblogs are and is a intern, but the fact whenever he works trusts him enough to look after a female tiger cub is very telling on his talent indeed.

Now of course let's talk about the tragedy that is Chapter 2, tigers breath oxygen like most living beings and as such a bunch of adrelinine was gonna make Sawa get agitated and as Bubbles pointed out, the tragedy was Chiba was the only person Sawa could have killed, as anyone else would have suffered injuries, but they wouldn't have died. And since I believe Sawa just wanted to play but tiger claws and teeth don't work well with humans, let's just say nature takes its course.

Not only does this put Harada in a horrible situation as he not only lost a close friend of his but also Sawa which given she was a female tiger cub would have set conversation projects well back, but because she was owned by Harada, even though he didn't set Sawa onto Chiba on purpose and never even touched Chiba, he's considered the blackened which caused lots of people, especially Timeline Anon to call foul.

As I mentioned I still think being decleared the blackened because you pointed at a poisoned coffee mug because the victim, who poisoned it in the first place forgot about it, is more BS then this, but this is still a very unfair verdict and proof that these people have zero souls. Yeah I am so looking forward to them being punished when we learn what happened to Review Anon's old world.

Harada deserved better but Killing Games are never fair to begin with. Let's hope the cheetahs avenge him.