#what's better than the devil you don't know

[saintclay]

1) the first thing that you find strange (other than this whole dimension hopping thing) is that your chat isn't actually visible. they're not audible either (except for when someone sends a TTS message. those are audible inside your head). instead it feels like you're just... aware of everything that your chat is doing and saying.

its a strange sensation, but you get used to it.

2) from what your chat tells you, you surmise that your stream is still being broadcast. you're not entirely sure what would happen if the stream went down, but you're not super eager to find out. your gut tells you that the answer is 'nothing good'

you're not fully sure exactly where the stream is actually being broadcast from. you're also not sure if you want to know the answer to that question.

3) before you dimension-hopped your streams tended to average around 20 viewers. from what you've gathered, that number seems to have stayed the same. from what your chat says, you've deduced that they see you from a fixed point about a foot behind your head (diagonally). 4) people tend to think you're a lot more observant than you are. you don't notice shit half the time, you just have the advantage of a few dozen extra eyes on everything you're doing.

after the first few times you got sick enough of explaining it to people that you bought some costume jewellery and started telling people that it was a family heirloom, attuned to you by blood, that let you run multiple streams of thought at once. anyone who cares enough to ask normally buys that.

5) chat convinced you to join a low-level adventuring group. your cousin used to do archery professionally, so you bought a crossbow and agreed.

turns out, you were NOT cut out for adventure. like, at all. at least, not when you started. but you could cook a decent meal (thanks to chat's help), so the group let you stay until you actually got decent with your crossbow.

you still didn't like it very much. you parted ways with your group after the tavernkeeper who hired them found out that the reason his barmaid wasn't coming into work was because she got mugged. they stop by every now and then and it keeps re-affirming your decision to bow out of that whole 'adventure' thing. last you heard they were going off to fight a dragon.

6) it isn't uncommon for you to wake up and have your chat inform you that they researched things while you were asleep. it is, however, rare that you can actually do anything with that research.

you keep telling chat that it doesn't matter if they know how penicillin was made if you're not sure if penicillin can grow here. you've made trying to figure that out into a side project to get them to stop hassling you

7) your stream had (and still has) three people who have mod status; BlueLuna, Devilsound, and taiLwhip (yes, spelled like that). they're the only ones where you can tell that they're talking. the rest of chat feels almost like a single entity to you.

(you chose your mods for a reason, Luna and taiL because they're your friends, and Devil because they've been in your chat since day one. from what you can tell, they've been keeping your chat in order)

8) you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home

as far as you can tell, there is no way to get home

9) someone in your chat apparently brews alcohol as a 'hobby'. they seem intent on teaching you, with the reasoning that, at the very least, fermentation can't be too different here.

you'd rather not know if there is a different way of making wine here, honestly.

10) you keep waiting for it to get better. for the homesickness to fade

it doesn't.

[himufanart]

What's better than a devil you don't know? A devil you do.

[sorryiliketoscreenshot]

One skull, two tenants and no solution in sight. I could fix it all, like that.

[pokespe-rainbow]

Any Tmnt Iteration x Spider-Man!Reader: Friendly Neighbor

Part 1

"I'm not lying! I'm serious! I meet [S/n] in an alley!" - exclaimed the orange claded turtle as his purple brother denied with his head

"Sure Mikey" - came Raphael's voice from the couch - "And of course Megan Fox didn't have anything better to do than chatting with you in a rooftop" - he mocked and turned his attention to his magazine

"Well, [S/n] had to go to protect the city. And that's okay but I'm gonna met them again tonight" - Mikey put his hands on his hips

"I don't know if that's safe Mikey" - came Donnie's voice - "Even if you meet the actual [S/n] I don't think you should give your trust so freely. It could be working with the Foot"

"Yoy sound just like Leo" - Mikey turned hiz gaze around

"Mikey, everytime you ended up trusting someone you ended up getting hurt" - says Raph - "What makes you believe this time will be different?

"But April said [S/n] was cool! And Leatherhead ended up being a great guy! Donnie!" - he called to his purple brother - "I thought you liked [S/n]!"

"Mostly I feel curiosity. That's all. I just wondered how their mutation go and what make that different from ours. From April's reports I'm certain Dr Connors formula is somehow similar to the mutagen effects. It certainly had a superior regeneration system, but is probably because —"

"Ugh!" - Raphael complained - "Please say that in a language I can actually understand."

Donatello gave his older brother a dirty look - "You're imposible" - he said before turning around, not finding his orange brother - "Where's Mikey?"

"Go before dying out of boredom" - Raphael locked his finger and passed a page of his magazine - "Or go to meet his imaginary friend"

"Raphael, what if Mikey is actually telling the truth and he's actually alone with a dangerous mutant?" - asked Donatello

"What do you expect me to do?" - Raphael closed his magazine, annoyed - "Try to stop him? Go after him to the end he complains of how we treat him like he was a little boy when he's a "grown men"?" - mocked with a fake imitation of Mikey's voice - "Why don't you come out after him if you worry so much? Or better? Go ask the fearless leader to get up his ass from his fortress of solitude, if he's in a good mood today?"

"You're unbelievable " - Donatello turned around and go to his lab - "I just can't with you!"

"Oh! So now you're a little pissy too! Just great! Another hermit of a brother is just what I needed!" - Raphael stand up and go to his room

In the entrance of the lair, Michelangelo flinched at Raphael slamming shut his bedroom door, breathing out a sharky breath. He tugged his skateboard before shaking his head. [S/n] was one of the good ones. They had to be.

For a moment he actually wanted to tell Leo he was going out, but he tensed, thinking that better not. Leo hasn't been in the best mood lately, so he probably wouldn't like him meeting [S/n] tonight.

Putting the skateboard on the ground, Mikey speed up away from the lair. Once no one else was left on the living room, Master Splinter come out of his chamber and gave a dissapoiting sigh. He hoped their sons would learn from their past experiences and move on before the rift between them would become to big. And he should probably talk to Michelangelo about stranger danger once he decided to come back home. His youngest son seemed to use some time alone to clear his mind.

You hanged from the building, expecting the sigh of the orange before duty decided to call [S/n] back to action, not really wanting to disappoint. You had left some poor devil hanging out in Hells Kitchen before coming here. You really expected the cops would come to get the guy down. Or he would really use a bathroom the moment the webs expired.

The sound of metal rolling against the paviment called your attention, looking down, really thanking the spider for improving your sense of sight, despite spiders having bad vision, except for the jumping spiders, species you believed was the spider that bited you. A manhole to the sewers slided and you prepared to jump in action when a familiar masked face and a tingle of acknowledgement revealed some green gummy bean.

"Mikey!" - you called, the turtle head snapping at your direction and smiling like a kid in Christmas - "Buddy, I was started to worry"

"Yeah, sorry." - Mikey apologized as he covered the manhole - "My brothers kind off didn't believed me"

"Sorry to hear that" - You say as you waited to the turtle to come up.

Despite the shell and the fame of turtles being slow, the turtle didn't had a lot of problems scaling the building and sitting near you. You could say he was more agile than most of your villains. You guys had more or less the same height, tough the turtle seemed more interested of New York's streets.

". . . . . So, do you like Jersey?" - you asked out of nowhere

"What?" - Mikey turned to see you

"Do you like Jersey?" - you asked again

"No, Jersey sucks" - answered Mikey with a confused face

"That's what I wanted to hear" - you answer - "Jersey sucks!" - you screamed, your voice being muffled by New Yorks noises. You nugged Mikey's shoulder - "Now you try, no one's gonna judge you, everyone hates Jersey"

Mikey seemed to doubt before looking at New York once again - "New Jersey sucks" - he spit

"Louder, like this" - you cleared your throat - "New Jersey SUCKS!"

Mikey give a weak laugh before standing up - "New Jersey Sucks!"

"NEW JERSEY SUCKS!"

"NEW JERSEY SUCKS!"

"YOU SUCK!" - came an angry scream from one of the buildings, you and Mikey stired out of your skin - "IT'S FUCKING 10 PM! FUCKING YONKIS!"

You gave Mikey an awkward look behind your mask - "I think we should go"

"Yeah, we should."

Mikey skated trough the rooftops as you walked near the roof eaves in tiptoes, totally child's play. He had finally seemed to relax of whatever was haunting his mind. Mikey talked about comics and video games, didn't help with the theory of him being a teenager just like you, one that had to hide in the sewer so that way the government couldn't come to cut him in little pieces. You talked about ice cream flavors and your favorite pizza toppings. You had a heated debat of putting pineapple on pizza, but ended as long you remembered they were people out there that put fish on it. It irked both of you and a new solidarity over respecting pizza came out of it.

"And that's why chocolate is the best flavor in the world" - you said casually, and of course chocolate was the best flavor, only an ignorant without taste wouldn't agree with you

"But what if they have pizza flavor?" - came Mikey's response.

"I'd say you're on thin fucking ice." - You pointed at him, at what he chuckled - "I'm serious, don't you ever dare to disrespect pizza that way"

"Okay, I won't disrespect pizza god ever again, I promise" - he raised his arms, all without looking at were he was going - "I never imaginated I'll be talking to you about ice cream"

"Why?" - you tilted your head. Was something you get to say? You were a pretty chill person! Everyone in New York should know that!

"I thought you'll be more like Leo" - said Mikey - "I mean, you guys are a lot alike, Leo's the big brother who takes care of us and you take care of everyone in New York, you both are the best kicking bad guys butts and..." - Mikey seemed to stop - "Leo always takes everything too seriously."

Ooooohhhhh. Family drama. Ouch ouch ouch. You shouldn't be hearing this. This was Mikey's Family and he shouldn't be talking this to the person he met yesterday.

"I'm pretty sure he just tries his best" - You said - "Had you tried to tell your brother how that makes you feel?"

"Always" - Mikey cross his arms - "But is always 'leader this' and 'leader that'. He's been all grumpy since that Foot Clan chick beat his ass the other day."

Foot Clan? You've heard about the Foot Clan. When you spied on Tombstone before jumping to kick his ass, he mentioned them twice. Sounded like a mix of a criminal organization and a feet cult. What was doing Mikey's brothers fighting them? They were vigilantes just like you? Except they couldn't show their faces to the world, even behind a mask. Or having a normal life.

Tonight you ended up learning more about Mikey and their. Still not knowing how they ended up as turtles or fighting a feet cult. But you couldn't ignore this. You just couldn't. God, you were so gonna get involved in this didn't you?

"[S/n], something wrong?" - Mikey's voice bribg you back to the present "If you had to go I get it"

"I'm fine Mikey " - you waved at him - "Just thinking something. We're did we stay?"

"On pizza flavor"

You exhaled from behind your mask. You're never gonna denied help to someone who needed it.

You were gonna help Mikey's family

In a way or another

Spider promise

[idkwh0y0uare-haha]

So i instantly got to work on this little AU of mine and I think I like it. Sorry if the storyline doesn't connect to the meaning of the song, I sort of bent the meanings a little so they would make sense for the plot line

introducing my Black Parade AU, The Party At The End of The World! Featuring My Chem's b-sides and demo's for The Black Parade (let me know if i missed any)

Characters in this AU:

Emily

The Parents (The Mother, The Father)

The Party-Goers

TW: Mentions of drug abuse, suicide, religious trauma, and death

My Way Home Is Through You introduces the main character, Emily, age 14. Emily hates being around her conservative religious parents (aka, The Parents) and therefore tries to get away from them. "My Way Home" is nowhere near Emily's living space, but rather at other people's houses. Emily uses partying and drug abuse as an unhealthy coping mechanism so Emily's "way home" is through drug usage and partying. "You wanna hold my hand / Could you sign this photograph / 'Cause I'm your biggest fan" could be a metaphor for extreme religious people who devote every minute of their lives to God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, followed by "Would you leave me lyin' here?" being how Emily believes her parents care more about their religion than their own child.

The Five of Us Are Dying introduces The Party At The End of The World for the first time in a dream Emily has. Emily has this dream at a very dark point in her life. Her parents abuse has gotten worse and this is around the time when The Parents start to believe that Emily is "possessed by the devil" (which she obviously isn't...... she's just growing up), which causes them to "beat the devil" out of Emily, you probably know what they're ACTUALLY doing in reality though......... So Emily is given a chance to talk to who are known as The Party-Goers (which is literally just this AU's version of the people in The Black Parade), who try to persuade Emily to keep on living saying that things will get better and that living's not all that bad. However, Emily doesn't believe them and states that she "doesn't care" and that she doesn't see how things could possibly get better. The last line "I don't care at all!" is what the main girl tells the party-goers before waking up from her dream, which states that she doesn't care about what the party-goers have to say, her mind is set.

Party At The End of The World goes into more detail about what The Party At The End of The World is actually like. In the original Black Parade, death comes to The Patient in the form of a parade, hence The Black Parade. However, death comes to Emily in the form of a Party, hence The Party At The End of The World. This party has that warm nostalgic feeling that a childhood party would have while also appealing to Emily's teenage interests. The party-goers state that they "aren't afraid" of the main girl's "condition" because her parents would describe her rebellious behavior as a "condition" or "curse from satan" and would drag the main girl to church on multiple occasions to have her "exorcised" or "blessed." The party-goers come to the main girl in another dream after realizing that they can't convince her to keep on living and therefore introduce the party at the end of the world as her safe space once she follows through.

Kill All Your Friends very briefly summarizes the next 3 years of Emily's life until she's 17. Long story short, things haven't gotten better. If anything things have gotten worse. The Parents continued to live in the delusion that Emily is "possessed by the devil" and believes she's "giving into satanism." The abuse hasn't gotten any better and neither has Emily's drug problem. In those three years, Emily attempted suicide twice, and was in the process of planning her third attempt. The last line in the song refers to the main girl finally taking her life and joining The Party At The End of The World, fearful for what happens next.

All The Angels narrates the night Emily took her life. The "she" in the lyrics refers to The Mother and her reaction to finding Emily's body in her bedroom (The Mother is unaware that Emily is dead at this time). "All the angels" refer to The Party-Goers watching over The Parents knowing that they're the reason why Emily killed herself and don't understand why they're suddenly crying now.

Heaven Help Us follows the perspectives of The Parents, Emily, and The Party At The End of The World shortly after Emily takes her life. The Parents constantly beg Heaven for help, guidance, answers, anything as to why their daughter committed suicide while the party at the end of the world mocks The Parents' obliviousness. The breakdown part of the song is the only part in the main girl's perspective where she literally breaks down in the afterlife after hearing her parents continue to pay more attention to God than her. She realizes that no matter what she did, her parents would have always cared more about religion than her.

Emily (which is where i got the name idea for the main character, obviously) A few years go by after Emily commits suicide and The Father finally starts to realize the severity of what happened to his daughter. The Father starts to call out to Emily to "come home" to him because he feels severe guilt for what he did to her, but ultimately gets no response and has to live with the constant guilt that his little girl is dead and gone forever.

fellas, how would y'all feel if i made a storyline featuring the black parade b-sides and demo's (just for funsies) that was similar to the concept for the black parade but followed the story of a different character (not the patient)?

[bardic-inspo]

Last Line Tag!

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or the last wip you drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

Tagged by the wonderful @totally-not-deacon <3 (and later @molliehaswords, thank you!!)

Uhh. Someone's monologuing and I wasn't sure where to cut him off. Not gonna tag for every word. But how about @bleumanouche, @twosides--samecoin, @wishbonemotel, @nomamonster, @thedomesticanthropologist, @peaches-n-screem, and @fayeriess if you'd like to share a line of whatever you wrote last! No worries if you'd rather not!

From Chapter 4 (title TBD) of Midnight Chimes (Astarion x Cursed!Tav).

“You thought the sunlight would burn it out of you. You thought your goddess could still save you. You’re on the road to Baldur’s Gate now with the hope, oh, the hope that the city will drown it out of you. Or, drown you for good. Which do you wish for more, I wonder?”

[z4gz4gz4g]

manifestation of my personal tadpole

[depraved-gf]

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[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

ppl who do mushrooms and weed bc they are "natural" (many things are Natural and doesn't mean they are good for you) will literally say shit like actually is has been PROVEN mushrooms are much less dangerous than alcohol!!!! alcohol is the DEVIL!!!!

gurl a glass of wine will never do to you what mushrooms can do to you. i've had a friend almost die bc she took "very safe" mushrooms that were legal and guaranteed by a certified shop owner that they were okay. she took a small, recommended amount. and she had a trip so bad she couldn't drink water bc she couldn't remember how and then she couldn't sober up, or eat chocolate which usually helps, etc. and she needed to be supervised bc she almost died. and other ppl in the group weren't doing so great either.

[raphaelapproves]

C. // @banefulbenevolence

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite? 

Raphael definitely likes chocolate, though he doesn't always indulge the craving.

When he does, he tends to favor dark chocolate, often with some other flavor like sea salt or cinnamon or raspberry or cranberry or mint or something thrown in, either to the chocolate mix or like truffle assortments.

He is, however, very, very picky about what chocolates he will eat.

He usually finds one particular candy shop in whatever particular city he's set up in at the time--Baldur's Gate, Waterdeep, et cetera--and that will be the only one he goes to when there.

When he is trying to determine which shop--or if there's a quality drop at the one he had chosen and he has to find another--he is not above buying some of their candy to test and simply throwing it away if it isn't satisfactory. Usually while making eye contact with the owner and tossing it in the trash with a look of utter disgust.

I do think, if pressed for his absolute favorite chocolate, he does have a particular fondness for dark chocolate and cinnamon.

He will also, however, as a sidenote, make sure that Haarlep has equally good chocolates, even if dark chocolate isn't their preference. Raphael can tolerate other types and flavors of chocolate, but not subpar chocolate. [ He does have to kiss that mouth, after all. ]

[thishouseofhope]

Raphael, as I write him… // @raphaelapproves // Part One of ???

He is a highly charismatic and very clever—but not always very smart—individual. He is a being of contradictions and juxtaposition of seemingly impossible things.

He presents himself as a hero and a savior and as Better Than… He is self-centered and thinks he deserves the world… while simultaneously being rather harsh with himself within his own mind, constantly pushing to compete with an image of who he thinks he should be… all while doing his level best to live up to everything a devil should be.

He is honest but can be deceitful through misleading, not unlike the Fae.

He is vain and parades about as though he's the most Beautiful thing in existence and yet how many mirrors are in his House? As opposed to statues and paintings where he can look exactly as he wishes to look. Why is Haarlep not only a YOUNGER him, but an altered him, without the things he perceives as flaws—not that he would ever admit that.

He cares for no one… and yet collects misfits, and—depending on the verse and writer involved—holds varying degrees of tolerance/affection for Haarlep despite the fact that he must know his purpose. He accepts a child into his House despite having exactly zero use for him, and—in my own slightly AU canon created with a friend of mine I write with on discord who doesn't Tumblr™️/with anyone else who wants to play with the idea here—Raphael sees enough of himself in the boy's demeanor, circumstances, and overall character to take a keen interest, to even take him on as a protege.

Raphael rides an almost constant rollercoaster of euphoric highs and catastrophic lows. In the former he is an unstoppable force, making deals, composing poetry and music, barely sleeping, everything is on 20 [ very much what we would consider Manic ]. With the latter, he is erratic, moody, unstable, quick to anger, occasionally self-destructive and destructive of things like rooms in the House, and not easily soothed. Everything is wrong wrong wrong and it will never be right and he'll never be good enough and there's nothing he can do to fix this— Which will range from rage to utter despondency. He does not often throw prolonged tantrums—the ten year one with Mephistopheles was rare—but sometimes he simply loses his carefully crafted performances and his very intentionally maintained control.

He is clever and charismatic, witty, but in a way that is very practiced. Several instances he's seen as rehearsing or practicing an exchange before it happens, reciting poetry to himself to be certain he's memorized it because he certainly can't suffer failure. He is Perfection.

Raphael is, to my thinking, first and foremost a Bard… who took on a more combat-based role because being a Bard was unacceptable. He threw himself into studies of arcana, of making deals, of all sorts of things. He treats his poetry and music like just little things he does to amuse now, rather than what he pretty much lives for—pushing all else aside in favor of proving that he can be better than his father and do what he never could, after so long being mocked and mistreated as lesser.

He is entirely capable and even delights and excels in cruelty… yet seemingly only if provoked or crossed. He would much rather be reasonable and make a deal after all. Cruelty brings momentary joy and relief. But a soul or a contract or a debt? That is power.

He is an utter bastard… and yet one that most people can't quite entirely bring themselves to hate.

[ramblebrambleamble]

It usually doesn't take much to shoo him off; he's still afraid of her after all these years and her sister isn't here to hide behind.

She doesn't know why he bothers coming. They've never had anything in common and her hospitality is poor. But he comes, like clockwork, every week and sits across the table from her fidgeting with his mug of oversteeped tea and looking at anything but her.

Except if she looks away, and then, his eyes burn. They're pretty, amber-fire-gold. Sometimes brown. Pity about the face, though that's her fault. Magic blowback when they were six. He had avoided her ever since, and hidden behind her sister when he couldn't.

And then her sister was gone.

"It's time for you to get going, don't you think?" The silken tone is practiced, for just these sort of occasions. It's not like he's ever going to actually drink the tea. He probably thinks that it's poisoned.

Perhaps she should poison it, just to make a point.

He's not moving. In fact he's stiff in a stubborn sort of way, like he thinks he's going to stay. She'll soon fix that.

"I said-" she lights her palm aflame "- it's time for you to go."

[magemelondew]

hi! its me, mage. Im here as well! hello! i have information regarding what happened too, since Cole has seemed to say a LOT about me, and because I have information about Nico that perhaps should be known. After I was kicked out a friend group TWICE, I saw that Nico was needing someone to talk to- so I came up and asked if it was okay since I was still reeling from what happened initally. This was around october of 2023, and just could not find my groove. So, we met up again, they had no ill will towards me, boom, rekindled friendship. But my goodness, they had a lot to say. And I listened to a lot of their vents because I wanted to help. So, so badly. At one point, I had sent Nico $30 to go towards food. Real-life money I got from my job, all because I wanted to help my friend. I went out of my way on my OWN VOLITION to try and defend Nico, because from my point of view, it most certainly looked like Cole was the one in the wrong. I will not say if I believe this or not, but I do not have the information to properly create an opinion. I defended them because I really did care. This came at a cost. And that was a constant feeling of exhaustion concerning them. I was consistently there to sit and listen and listen and reassure them. I wanted to be the person always there for them. But y'know! What did i get!!!! oh thats right, a block!!!!!! Blues/Nico had blocked me entirely.

I had enough at one point within their server where I kept seeing the same pattern of begging and begging and sob stories and placing Nico at the very top of everything. When they were broken up with their ex who was aro, I remember that they would stalk and watch them and constantly talk about them. All the time. Every single message was about them. It just did not look healthy, and I told them. And so I separated myself from it all and just left, and so I don't know what happened afterwards. They would never compliment the work i did myself when I gave them all the appreciation I could muster. I made them art, I gave them my time and I got my friends together to help support them, too. And I am left with nothing but accusations and a block button on my face from someone I spent all my emotional energy and part of my paycheck from. There was never anything in return for anything I did. But uh. That's all i'd like to address here. I am not answering any questions, and I will not send any private messages here. I don't think the people who ARE here necessarily want to associate with me in the first place (despite the fact it's been an entire YEAR since everything concerning me happened), so take what I have.

(DO NOT HARRAS THIS PERSON, JUST IGNORE THEM. ALSO GARTIC PHONE THING WASN'T THEM)

Piacere, space, whatever you go by, you said you wouldn't mention anyone from this, or at least that was what the deal was, I hope you were told about it. We'd not mention you, as long as you wouldn't mention us. But you did, so a new callout post with new points, people defending you don't really do a good job. TLDR: they blame everything on mental health, takes little fault for hurting people because of said mental issues, vents to people decently younger than them constantly, and they demand boundaries, but get extremely upset when anyone asks for them to do so for them.

NOTE I didn't directly see any of this, I'm doing this to defend my friends because, no offense, they are kinda letting themselves get walked all over. If anything is wrong please tell me. Do not harass anyone in this situation, no one deserves it.

First up a recap on the first situation with a new moral because talking to your friend made it more obvious what the issue was, you blaming mental health. My friends silver and JJ banned someone from wheezle's easel for in their mind being toxic, the other mods including piacere and their friends didn't feel the person was that bad, but instead of voicing that they went on a rant at how they were never listened to. Even when given an opportunity to unban the person piacere went on about not being listened to while actively ignoring their attempts at giving them an input. They caused my friends to have anxiety attacks and cry, yes they apologized, but only after saying my friends were horrible people. I don't know how you go from that to sorry in a few days and mean that apology. Proof under this, and another situation and perspectives of other people on them.

Now for the new situation i heard of, they were in my friend's server, velon's, and they'd do their constant venting. They were asked to not mention suicide so often and got really upset. More stuff must have happened because like, everyone there says how they would make them super stressed out with how often they'd beg for attention and do things like make sex jokes with people who were uncomfortable with it. Here's people's opinions on it and also i'd check out Typhoonclade's post on them here for more opinions.

Generally they'd vent everywhere around like 16-18 year olds as an almost 20 year old. they'd constantly cry about not getting attention while they got a lot of attention from at least half the active members in our server. And also a lot of weird sexual stuff that granted is hearsay to me but tbhI don't care anymore, there's no way two unrelated people have similar stories. Here's some other stuff of them being mean about people and attention seek-y I have.

Piacere, you won't read this tbh, but just get off the internet, its clear you can't handle it, and you hurt people, for everyone's good, please just get offline. I know real life sucks for you, you'd say it a lot man, but its not an excuse to hurt people who aren't doing anything to you. Just, idk what you should do, other than leave the wider internet.

[that-house]

I recently installed that one firefox extension that puts Mr. Beast in the thumbnails of every video on youtube (which is great if you've ever wanted to be plagued with visions of a grinning white devil) and it made me take a second to think about him and that one Polygon article about how he's subsumed everything he is to win at the content game.

I really appreciate how Mr. Beast is, like, a hollow shell of a person. I don't really like him or care for him, but I can admit to a grudging respect for a man who figured out how to play the content game better than pretty much anyone else.

But it just feels right, you know? He's the closest we'll probably ever get to a God of YouTube, and he lost what made him human along the road to divinity. He's the pinnacle of everything the internet has been leading to for the last few decades, the apex of the apex of those ceaseless, soulless engines of churning content.

He has everything and nothing. He who masters the algorithm cannot break it.

[writeblrfantasy]

my 10 holy grail pieces of writing advice for beginners

from an indie author who's published 4 books and written 20+, as well as 400k in fanfiction (who is also a professional beta reader who encounters the same issues in my clients' books over and over)

show don't tell is every bit as important as they say it is, no matter how sick you are of hearing about it. "the floor shifted beneath her feet" hits harder than "she felt sick with shock."

no head hopping. if you want to change pov mid scene, put a scene break. you can change it multiple times in the same scene! just put a break so your readers know you've changed pov.

if you have to infodump, do it through dialogue instead of exposition. your reader will feel like they're learning alongside the character, and it will flow naturally into your story.

never open your book with an exposition dump. instead, your opening scene should drop into the heart of the action with little to no context. raise questions to the reader and sprinkle in the answers bit by bit. let your reader discover the context slowly instead of holding their hand from the start. trust your reader; donn't overexplain the details. this is how you create a perfect hook.

every chapter should end on a cliffhanger. doesn't have to be major, can be as simple as ending a chapter mid conversation and picking it up immediately on the next one. tease your reader and make them need to turn the page.

every scene should subvert the character's expectations, as big as a plot twist or as small as a conversation having a surprising outcome. scenes that meet the character's expectations, such as a boring supply run, should be summarized.

arrive late and leave early to every scene. if you're character's at a party, open with them mid conversation instead of describing how they got dressed, left their house, arrived at the party, (because those things don't subvert their expectations). and when you're done with the reason for the scene is there, i.e. an important conversation, end it. once you've shown what you needed to show, get out, instead of describing your character commuting home (because it doesn't subvert expectations!)

epithets are the devil. "the blond man smiled--" you've lost me. use their name. use it often. don't be afraid of it. the reader won't get tired of it. it will serve you far better than epithets, especially if you have two people of the same pronouns interacting.

your character should always be working towards a goal, internal or external (i.e learning to love themself/killing the villain.) try to establish that goal as soon as possible in the reader's mind. the goal can change, the goal can evolve. as long as the reader knows the character isn't floating aimlessly through the world around them with no agency and no desire. that gets boring fast.

plan scenes that you know you'll have fun writing, instead of scenes that might seem cool in your head but you know you'll loathe every second of. besides the fact that your top priority in writing should be writing for only yourself and having fun, if you're just dragging through a scene you really hate, the scene will suffer for it, and readers can tell. the scenes i get the most praise on are always the scenes i had the most fun writing. an ideal outline shouldn't have parts that make you groan to look at. you'll thank yourself later.

happy writing :)

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Everything I've Ever Written (on Tumblr)

I have been writing online since 2016. As a result, I have quite the few short stories listed below! They're all from different parts in my writing journey and I hope you enjoy.

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Cinderella Doesn't Believe in Fairy Tales

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Part 4 / Part 5 /Part 6

Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

Destiny Universe

You Are the Demon King

The Hero and Hope (part 1) (part 2)

Being Villagers

Heroes and Villains

Therapist for Villains

Juniper and Discus

Self Destruct Villain (flash fiction)

Dandelion (A Villain Story)

You Help Kill Heroes

You are the Shark Hero

Mist into a Tempest

The Civilian and the Reluctant Hero

No Heroes Here

The Spoiler (humor, flash fiction)

You are Legacy

Hero in Title

Dark Lord's Former Coworker

One Minute

The Fae:

You Become Powerful

Your Friend Takes Your Name

Larkin and Yvette

Debt Must Be Repaid (humor flash fiction)

Going to the Hill

The Fae are Free

When They Don't Know (submitted to elsewhereuniversity)

The Chosen One

The Chosen One's Parents

Fate and Mercy and Dead Girls

Amulet to Save Her

Hero's Apprentice (Flash fiction)

The Aftermath of the Chosen One

Wizards Stole My Brother

You are the Chosen One's Knight

The Chosen One is a History Major

You are the Most Powerful Magic User

Time Restarts and She Remembers

Better the Witch than the Kid

Witches

It Was in a Name

The Good Witch of Hawthorne

Berthe the Green Witch

Cursed Mold (flash fiction)

Love isn't Enough

I Can't Believe it's not Proper Adjudication

Devil Deals

The Devil You Know

The Ritual

They Summoned Her on Halloween (flash fiction)

Fairytale Retellings

Ariel and Ursula (age appropriate)

The Gods

Zeus' Son

Faith in Technology

Sci-Fi

Six Red Bulls and Persistence

The Sound of Silence

Emmaline and the Apartment

Humans are Vengeful

Humans Know War (that's why we have diplomacy)

Criminals Forced to Live on as AI (flash fiction)

Misc Fantasy

Wind-Speaker

Wind-Speaker and Her Wife

You Will Become

The Sirens and Leona (flash fiction)

Eldritch Princess (flash fiction)

Princess Maria and the Dragon

Princess Maria is Kidnapped

Immortals are Afraid of Change

Fiona the Dragon

A Violently Won War

Meta Stories

An Abstract Concept

Narrative Town

Narrative Town: Uncle Ralph

Princess Phaedra Breaks

You are a Horror Movie Villain

Ghost Stories

Malevolent Spirits

Your House is Haunted by an Anime Pillow

Don't Open the Door

Grandma's House

Who Is? (flash fiction)

A Face (flash fiction)

Misc.

You Choose Your Fate in Hell

Time Paradox (flash fiction)

You are an Assassin

Multiple Dimension Serial Killer (flash fiction)

An Exercise in Mary Sue

She Comes Back from the Hospital (tw eating disorder)

Roses and Evil (mental health flash fiction)

Big Brother

A Conversation About Anger

Punching Depression

Two Sides (flash fiction)

Immortal Serial Killer in Prison

Theater Romance (flash fiction)

The Lady and the Knight (flash fiction)

Different (flash fiction)