#yknow only 11 years after it came out

[mystycalypso]

Here they are everyone! I'm gonna try and keep explanations brief on their lore for you guys, but still understandable why they look/are like that (THIS IS THE LAST TIME I REDO MY DND CHARACTER I PROMISE.)

Also, this is like- the first time you guy'll see my regular art style with these characters so that's cool

Victor Venomous

Race: Vampire/Kitsune

Age in species years: 40

Class: Warlock (Necromancer)

Once a great general, a mission went awry. Their ship was captured and taken to a POW camp. The suffering he underwent in attempts to gain information left him a changed and scarred man. (literally and figuratively). After he and his few remaining men were rescued, he was dishonorably discharged.

Disfigured and hated in a kingdom that once saw him as beloved, he used the shapeshifting abilities of his kitsune half whenever he went out into the world. But over time, he couldn't stand to be his old self even in the comfort of his home. He's held this form for so long that he's forgotten the man he once was, and his abilities have become more animalistic in nature. He is often taking the form of a snake when he's unstable. Attempting to cover the scarring and disfigurement from his injuries has also caused an odd purple discolouration in his skin that he cannot control.

He's considered to have a few screws loose at best (especially when discussing his childhood visions of another kitsune, a species that people didn't even know existed before himself) and completely insane at worse, (most often because he enjoys the anti vampire propaganda that is spread and even leans into it, just because he likes the idea of being the enemy's villain)

Fink Venomous

Race: (homebrewed) Dark Elf

Age in species years: 11

From the day she could walk, Fink was being trained as a mercenary for the Elven army. People were less suspecting of children running around, and wouldn't notice eavesdropping as easily, among other things.

She was on the same island as Venomous when the rescue occurred, attempting an escape herself. Venomous insisted that they take her back with them despite the crews hesitation and practically adopted her on the spot. From that day on, she's considered herself indepted to him and acts like his personal bodyguard. Although the mittens she was given to stop her from flipping off enemies and potentially getting them killed don't help with holding daggers.

She fully knows he's not exactly the most stable adult to follow around, but at the very least, he's interesting and lets her have sweets, not to mention he's not nearly as weird as his "weapons" dealer.

John Boxman

Race: Half goblin half....human(???)

Age in species years: 45

No one knows exactly where Boxman came from or how he became the way he is. But nowadays, he spends his time as a traveling grave robber. Necromancy is usually a very careful practice. After all, any revived body is doomed to the underworld, meaning in kingdoms that use it as a mainstay, especially its limited to certain species who volunteer and criminals. But not everyone can apply for those weapons anymore, especially not disgraced generals being forced to adventure for the good of the world. And thus, Boxman makes his money.

He seems to "admire" Venomous, and does his best to make sure he always has a body to use in battle. Although how he manages to show up only when needed is a mystery to everyone.

He enjoys naming the bodies he takes, although never based on their former selves. Rather, he has a handful of names and personalities he cycles through and will not hesitate to tell his client about them. "Be careful with Ernesto. He's not as used to fighting, yknow." "Oh, don't mind Shannon, you know how teenagers are," and so on. Venomous doesn't mind his madness, as long as it doesn't affect the quality of his weapons. He doesn't like to admit it, but he admires a lot about Boxman and his work ethic, and wouldn't know what to do without his supplying.

[trevination]

adopted au ponyboy. he knows how lucky he is, he’s aware. he knows that he coulda been left in the system for years and years, tossed from house to house. he coulda gotten a family like johnny’s, like steve’s, like ace’s. he knows he’s lucky and he’s so greatful but. yknow he’s still a kid he’s still a pest. he gets in an argument and slams his door and complains about how much everything sucks and how they hate him in typically kid fashion. he don’t really mean none of it.

and then his parents are gone. they’re six feet under, even if he barely remembers the funeral. and his parents can’t say that they love him anymore. and darry’s gone tough and cold and is just trying to keep pony outta trouble and all pony feels is the weight of pressure and guilt in his shoulders and he can’t help but think he shouldn’t have gotten this. he shoulda been thrown in one of those awful houses where they still would beat him. some place where he didn’t have love that was so surely ripped away from him. if he hadn’t gone to the curtis’s at all, at least then he wouldn’t know the pain of having love and care and comfort so easily taken away. and he still doesn’t get it. he’s so young, he really still doesn’t get what he means.

until he’s arguing with darry like any other day, any other night, and he slips too far because he’s hurt and angry and mourning and darry hates him anyway right? the slap comes and pony wasn’t even expecting it. he hadn’t been hit once since he was 6, the night before he left that awful house. but he’s on the floor from the sheet shock and his cheek is stinging and he remembers 11 yea told darry telling him, when pony was still young and carried around his stuffed giraffe everywhere, after he flinched away from mr. curtis again— “people that love you don’t hurt you, ponyboy.” it was darry who said that too him. it was his big brother, who he clung too 24/7 cause he was the only person he felt truly comfortable with at first.

no words from soda or even johnny or from darry can change his mind now. their parents are dead and gone, all he does is stress darry out and make him angry, soda’s caught between them. maybe all pony does is cause them trouble. he shoulda just…. never mentioned those hits and slaps and beatings to his first grade teacher. he shoulda kept his mouth shut. maybe then the curtis parent would still be alive. darry would be in college, still with that full ride scholarship. soda would still be in school, not having to work at a crummy gas station to help kept them afloat and darry wouldn’t be breaking his back every day to pay bills. if pony hadn’t came to them, maybe they’d be okay. if pony stopped ruining every damn thing he touched— or maybe it wasn’t about ruining anything. maybe pony just caused this by existing. he just drove people apart and made people and angry and made people hurt him. maybe smth in pony was just… destined to be hurt. destined to lose anything good that came to him (lord knows that’s true. first it was any chance of a loving mother and father than it was the parents that actually wanted him then it was darry and then he ran away and then johnny was gone and sally was gone and maybe pony gets what johnny meant when he said he just wanted to disappear and never exist in the first place—

[scribblesquid077]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 11: 𝓦𝓪𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓷𝔂

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💕𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂💕: Aspiring diva Kang Mi-na takes part in this year’s Squid Games, challenged among the fellow lower class. In order to have a safe chance of winning, the aspiring fashionista teams up with former-rapper Thanos. Not only is she tested on what she is willing to risk for money, but her place as one of Thanos’ confidants.

💜𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰💜: Choi Su-Bong(Thanos) x Kang Mi-na, Thanos squad + Kang Mi-na

💕𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮💕: mi-na lives au, se-mi dies instead tho :( , romance, angst, fluff, casual, flirty bantering, lots of jealousy on nam-gyu’s part

💜𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼💜: graphic depictions of violence, murder, mild gore, explicit language, drug usage, mentions of suicide, major character deaths, spoilers for squid game s2,

💕𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸💕: like the original show, this is intended for a mature audience, please proceed with caution. updates will be posted biweekly at the latest, constructive criticism is welcome as long as it is dmed to me!!

💜𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓼💜: work in progress 🤭

💕 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 💕: 925

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💕𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 💜𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻

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Mi-na dropped onto the metal stairs, laughing long after the excitement ended. Everyone had joined her, huddled in their group. It was unspoken yet official, they were a Team. After the game, no one wanted to be near anyone else but each other. Mi-na liked that. It was probably the safer option, anyway.

Thanos clasped Min-su’s arm,

“You were a gonggi pro! Props to Miss Señorita for pick in’ you out” He exclaimed, pulling Mi-na in just to praise her some more.

Thanos had her so close, they were practically molding into each other. Mi-na was far too pleased with being yknow..alive to care.

Min-su hugged himself, not used to the praise. To be fair, Min-su wasn’t great at gonggi by any means. Yes, there was a lot of pressure, but ‘pro’ was pushing it.

Still, he saved their lives.

“You picked me?” He asked Mi-na, as if he couldn’t believe it. There was so much hope; yet so much uncertainty.

In that moment, Mi-na felt endeared to him, as pathetic as his kicked puppy attitude was. Mi-na shrugged, burying the urge to squeeze him until he popped.

“Of course, we needed five people.”

Min-su squeezed himself tighter.

“That son of a bitch,” Nam-gyu broke from his own little island with a laugh. Whether it was out of relief or disappointment, Mi-na couldn’t be sure.

Walking out from the doors, Player 333 emerged with four other men. He must have passed the second game, judging from the sweaty aroma that followed after him.

Then it clicked.

“Isn’t that the guy you two beat up?” Mi-na asked.

“The very same; MG Coin,” Thanos said, “The bastard owes me so much money.”

Mi-na had memorized the entire story and could retell it verbatim: MG Coin, formerly known as Lee Myung-gi, was a famous YouTuber and crypto scammer. Creator of the Dalmatian currency, creator of financial destruction. Thanos, Nam-gyu, and a bunch of other contributors lost a fortune to the scam that was supposedly a great success. Lee Myung-gi was no exception to the failure of a scam, after all he was down here.

Since the infamous beating from the day before, Lee Myung-gi was easy to spot. Purplish-red bruises splotched the left side of his face, the edges were starting to fade to an ugly yellow.

Plenty of more teams came out afterwards. More people alive meant less money, which meant less to work off of. Once more, the value of human life has been challenged.

“Fuck, way too many alive,” Nam-gyu sighed.

“Hey, how many do you think are left?” he pivoted to Min-su.

“Sorry?” Min-su lifted his face from his knees.

“How many roaches do you think we have left in here?” Nam-gyu asked again.

Min-su scanned the place. “About 200.” He accumulated.

“How would you know that?” Nam-gyu said, “Are you an A. I bot? Go count them,” he jerked his head to the area.

“Now?” Min-su asked, riddled with dread. It was a tedious task, an unnecessary one.

Nam-gyu gave him a hurried nod.

“Oh, okay,” Min-su said in a whisper, rising to his feet.

“Why don’t you do it? You have legs,” Mi-na

“I didn’t ask you, whore-“ “Stop it,”

Thanos threw his hands up into the air, halting any more insults that the two could hurl at each other. He jabbed his finger to Nam-gyu.

“Don’t call her names like that. We respect women here.”

“But she-!”

“Ay,” he warned. Thanos would not hear anymore, so Nam-gyu went quiet.

“And you,” he pointed to Min-su, “what’s your name again?”

“It’s Min-su.”

“How old are you?”

“..I’m 27.”

Thanos added the numbers in his head.

“..So you were born in 1997. Why do you treat him like he’s your boss? He’s the same age as you. Nam-su isn’t that right?”

“Nam-gyu.”

“Yes, Nam-gyu,” he sighed, “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” Nam-gyu nodded.

“You’re the same age. Treat him like a friend, we’ll work better as a team,” he said firmly. “Okay?”

Thanos seemed to value the team much more than he let on. Mi-na didn’t know he was capable, to be honest it was relieving.

Thanos asked around for everyone else’s age. Gyeong-su was the youngest by one year. Which surprised Mi-na. She would have thought that Min-su would be the youngest. Yet, he seemed to be pretty disclosed with his own age. Was he ashamed?

“How old are you, then?” Mi-na threw the question back at him.

“I am a timeless relic.” He spoke proudly, placing his hands to his chest.

“No really, how old are you?”

Thanos faltered, as if he didn’t expect anyone to ask. He cupped his mouth and whispered in her ear.

Mi-na gaped.

“How?! You look so young!” She smushed his face together, scrutinizing every pore on his immaculate skin.

Thanos let out a grunt, but showed no signs of protest.

His skin was crystal clear, no signs of blemishes at all. Not to mention his skin was incredibly smooth, she may as well have been touching glass.

“You need to tell me your skincare routine now.” Mi-na demanded.

Thanos allowed her to fuss over him, when he tried to speak it was muffled through his squished cheeks.

“It’s just bar soap-“

“Bar soap my ass!”

“I swear, flower. I swear! On my mom,” he reassured her between raspy laughs.

She finally released him. The years were catching up to her.

If this was Thanos past his prime, what would that mean for Mi-na?

“I’m gonna have wrinkles by 28..” she groaned, and fully believed it.

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hi!! Not as long as the others, I apologize. Writing schedule will hopefully be back on track by the end of the month, until then-some lighthearted dialogue <33

[geodetojoy]

no funky title for today am a wee bit eepy but!!! part 12!!!!

"they made him [the cookie monster] into the vegetable monster!!! thats communism right there."

(in reference to hank green) "he needs decaf."

"primitive lead-firing devices"

"we're the hillbillies of the universe"

"only teenage aliens would want to visit us"

"people used to think quasars were the opposite of black holes. white holes. w,, which,, which is better than being-"

"its like eating lard with flavor its DELICIOUS"

"i dont know what they put in there but. its probably cocaine"

"who was that australian babe? that breakdancing babe?"

*monkey noises*

"....shhhpace"

"aminal"

"they had this. mmmmturkey. i think it was about 50% velociraptor"

"high noon. thats when you hang people. or eat, i guess."

"my neighbors would mount me"

ok and. for this last bit. we've been asking for the "cow story" for weeks and he finally fucking told us and lemme say: it was fucking worth the wait

in summary: he lives on a farm, and when he was four years old a butcher came to his house to yknow. cut up a cow. and they had this machine thing they had to put it in and all that but first. they had to kill it right? right. so. the one guy takes out a fucking pistol and shoots it point blank in the head. but. he misses the brain. so. the cow is still fucking alive with a fucking hole all the way through its head. and its pissed. and it fucking goes after the guy that shot it and fucking MAULS THE GUY DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF MY PROFESSOR. SO HE PULLS OUT A FUCKING KNIFE. AND STABS IT TO DEATH. T H E N. HE FUCKING CUTS THE SCALP OFF AND GETS A BONE SAW. CUTS THE SKULL. AND TAKES THE BRAIN OUT. AND THEY EAT IT FOR FUCKING LUNCH. MY PROFESSOR WAS FUCKING F O U R YEARS OLD GUYS.

his thoughts on the matter: "i,,, i grew up a lot that day,,,,"

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

[cheemken]

KNIGHT I GOT ANOTHER AU IDEA FOR THE CHAMPIONS

You ever watched Final Destination? Or any of its sequels? Anyways if you haven’t, it’s pretty much starts with a group of people getting into an accident and all of them dying with the main character seeing everyone’s death before dying themselves. But then the MC “wakes up” a couple of minutes before the accident happens, they make a scene and scare the people in that group into getting away from the accident, saving their lives. But then they all start dying in the order the MC saw because Death is coming for them

Anyways, for this AU we’re gonna ignore the last sentence cause it wouldn’t work with this AU. I just needed something for an example

For this AU idk who we’re going to make the “Main Character” whether it be one of our favourites, Diantha or Iris, or one of the other champions?

Or maybe even ALL of the champions saw their deaths? Idk you can chose your favourite

But yeah, the scenario I had was either the Villain teams from each region kidnap and kill the champions in a show of power, to say that even the strongest trainers cannot stop them, or a Pokémon causes mass destruction around the world and none of the Champions would stop it

For the first scenario if we go with it, I imagine the villain teams teamed up with each other to form Rainbow Rocket, and decided to announce their alliance by killing the champions and declaring the world is THEIRS to rule

Like they sent grunts and admins to attack the cities where the Champions live. I fully believe the Champions are capable of winning this fight but for people like Lance, Cynthia, and Iris, they have family living in the same city/town. I bet they used that to their advantage and went after Drayden, Clair, and Cynthia’s sister and practically used them as a shield. Told the champions to surrender and mocked them for choosing to save their family over the thousands of people they could be saving instead

So yeah, they all eventually get kidnapped one way or another and get killed by Team Rainbow Rocket. But then they wake up a few days before it happens with the knowledge of what’s to come within the next days

But idk, it’s 11:00pm and if you have a better scenario then I’d love to hear it. Or if this makes much sense lmao

Ohhhhh👀👀👀

No shit I and my friends only saw some of the death scenes in those films lol and we watched it in the school's library back then during our elementary years hahahah it was an experience man, surprising we didn't get caught especially w how gory it was hahaha

But damn that's cool tho👀👀 low-key that reminds me of the rebellion au where the champions died, but at least in this au they could somewhat stop the threat instead of just dying like that bc they were caught off guard or luck just weren't on their side

But that's gotta fuck em up tho having to dream abt their deaths or at least being in that kinda position, having to decide which is more important, their family or the people of their region/the world

But like yknow, imagine too bc if that came to them as a dream, just how much of it will they actually believe?? I haven't watched any of the films btw so like spare me if some of the stuff I say doesn't fit hahah but y'know, some aren't even sure if it's truly a premonition of their deaths, or if it's just a bad dream and nothing more. Cause maybe some of them were sceptical abt it, maybe they were just being paranoid y'know, but it's also a bit of a wake up call that yeah they have to deal with the evil orgs as soon as possible lest the nightmare turns to a reality, and they'd rather not risk that

They'd be so paranoid tho real, like, imagine Lance being more desperate to find Rocket and finally put an end to them, he's losing sleep bc of it, looking at every nook and cranny on both Johto and Kanto; Steven and Wallace didn't think Aqua and Magma would be such a threat, Sootopolis became so heavily guarded now, the orbs were with Wallace; Cynthia's like really stressed out man, making sure Dawn and Barry doesn't get involved and coming in terms her childhood friend is probs really gonna kill her if she doesn't stop him; Iris became more adamant on stopping Plasma too, almost as desperate as Lance, but there's also that fear that maybe if she leaves Opelucid to hunt down Plasma smth might happen to Drayden; Diantha is also stressed af my guy, if smth happens to her brother, that's really gonna be her villain origin story and if anything, she'll dragb Lysandre to hell with her; Hau's not sure how to approach it too cause y'know, Lusamine is his friends' mother, what whould Gladion and Lillie even say, I mean tbf their relationship w Lusamine isnt all that well anyways, but still, maybe he'd be more cautious now; Leon already had a bad feeling abt Rose, so now he's making sure Hop and Gloria doesn't get too close to the chairman, if whats in his dreams are true, then he has to find the legendary wolves too, and who else knows more abt it than Sonia; Idk what kinda stuff Geeta would have to deal w anyways, maybe the AI profs?? But that'd be dope tho if they become somewhat sentient enough and like, idk, hc that Geeta and Sada/Turo aren't in good terms, and like the AI got corrupted maybe?? Not sure w this one hahah

But man that's dope, like, the paranoia y'know, having to see in great detail just how they're gonna die, and if not them, then their loved ones, or even the people of their region

[foxdemon-loser]

there’s a different 11 year old boy, whose on the rougher side of town, but he has good parents. They take time out of their day to say hi or to make sure he’s ok. The kids a good kid, just more introverted

now we move on to the gang who either don’t have good parents/ parents at all. How do each of them feel when they see this kid either interact with his parents or talk about stuff he and his parents did .

yes more angst, you’re welcome

YIPPEE i love angst frfr

anyway drabble

TW: Abuse and negligence

summary (gonna start adding these now) you talk to Dallas and Johnny about your parents. They tell you about theirs, and you realise how lucky you’ve got it.

You were a good kid in a bad side of town. Constantly getting into fights that were never your fault. But yknow who helped? Your parents. They were with you through it all. They patched up your wounds and made you feel better.

You were talking to Dallas and Johnny about your dad. About how he took you fishing. You where gushing about it until you noticed the look on his face. Distant. Cold. Empty. But not like the usual one. He was fully blank. You got worried and shoved his shoulder, “Dal?” you asked, he came back to reality with a simple, “Huh?”

“You okay?” You ask. You’re only eleven but you can tell when something’s up, especially with your friends. They’re your best friends after all.

“Yeah, yeah i’m fine. Just thinkin’” Dallas replied nonchalantly. Your brows furrow in worry.

“About what?” You ask, worried. Dallas sighs

“Nothin’ you don’t gotta worry ‘bout me.” Dallas replied gruffly, taking a drag of the cigarette.

“Cmon Dal, you can tell us.” Johnny adds quietly. Dallas looks over and sighs. Holding the cigarette between his fingers.

“…Fine. ‘m thinkin’ about my dad.” Dallas mumbles hesitantly, you, confused, as Dallas never told you about his past. Johnny looked worried.

“…What about your dad?” You ask, a little afraid of the answer. Dallas sighs and looks at you.

“Just..you talkin’ ‘bout your old man. Makes me think ‘bout mine. Mine never took me anywhere when i was a kid.”

You looked on sadly, tilting your head. Dallas says something next that makes you think about how lucky you’ve got it.

“My dad don’t care if i’m dead, in the cooler or in some ditch somewhere.”

Johnny sighs and leans back.

“..Same.”

Your brows furrow

“Man. Your old man’s suck.”

That earns a small snicker out of Dallas and a weak smile off Johnny

“..Suck is an understatement kid.” Dallas replies.

“…I’ll ask my dad to take yall fishin’ sometime”

“Thanks kid.”

made me sad writing this one =[ reqs open!

[hermitcraftkinfessions]

kicks rocks... i miss my friends... both as in i miss them now and wish i could find em, and missed them back then..

ya see, in season 1 of empires i was already a deity, but my creator sent me off to live with mortals when i was a kid and never knew who they were.. but by the finale when i die i ascended to "true godhood" and met up with my creator, big fuck you to that guy.

after Afterlife smp came season 2, where everyone well. didnt really. keep their memories as they reincarnated in new bodies.. althrough oddly similar to the last ones, some changes tho, ofc. But like. I retained all my memories, cause I was still me, I died as a "mortal", sure, I ascended, but still had the same memories of my mortal life. Still remembered my friends, my lover, my family. And none of them remembered me :( But fear not, dear readers /silly

For I did not give up, and like any good god, I could shapeshift, so I used that to my advantage! Shapeshifting as animals, old people, children, even appearing momentarily as an actual god, similar to my s1 looks but taller and with more gold accessories, but I only pulled that last one in moments they were very out of it so they thought they just had a fever dream. Like right before bed or for a fraction of a second around holy places (the cathedral, etc) Oh yes I looked over them, interacted briefly, they were different people but they were also in a way still my friends. They were still in there, I swear.

I also- I remember when I met Scott for the first time I threw away the "small interactions", i straight up shapeshifted into a mortal farmer (pretty similar to my s1 me but less fancy) and introduced myself to him, in a natural way, ofc- we started talking and yknow yeah we mightve fallen in love, and eventually i mightve told him the truth and he mightve been upset and thought i just loved his past self and not him... which at first was true, but i did love him by that point! he wasnt the SAME Scott i used to know but he was just as lovely in his own way! and eventually im p sure he regained some memories, was still himself, but then he could rember. and yeah we made up and stuff but we had a bit of a fall out when he found out the truth at first.. oops...

also gods (of a ""lower"" ranking like myself-) maaay have had a rule set by older ones/higher ups abt not interfering much with mortals... which i kinda rlly broke just there... and eventually w others too.. oopsiessss... twirls my hair w guilty big ol eyes

also pix was. somehow. a human yet immortal?? so he dissapeared in season 1 before the finale but by season 2 was the same guy who had been a historian/archeologist for years and had seen a bunch of shit happen *himself*, so yeaaah when we met it was also super emotional cause he remembered me. What I shifted as when we first met? call me stupid, but for some reason it was a child(11-14), I could control it but also not- at times it just kinda came out. I stayed like that even after he told me he knew who I was and I told him abt ascending and allat... yeah.... does that count as god-age regression /silly

another empires mems ramble!

-🌙Pearlie (He/She)

interesting, i really don't know what to put here, mod ex is more versed in things of this caliber but they're asleep so its just me

-Mod hels

[audiovisualrecall]

I actually really don't know why I stalled out on writing 'feral', like I couldn't think of what the solution would be/look like, but I actually introduced a perfect concept in the previous chapter which would probably like, be believable for this scenario?

Anyway it was 11 years ago after all. And while the whole thing is its not an illness that helen injected connor with, it's some future nonsense that changes his thinking and makes him feel animal instincts and act like an animal in some ways, but it COULD work like an infection of a sort?

Like maybe they can combat it by treating it ....like a histamine thing?, or by creating an immune response as if it's a virus? or maybe it acts like an autoimmune disease and he'll have to take medication to combat it for a long time at least if not forever.

Those are all plausible solutions... maybe the one that the scientists came up with and was rejected out of hand because it could kill brain cells or outright kill him, neither of which abby would be okay with of course, maybe that's the one that treats it like an autoimmune disease? Bc they do have more risks usually than some other meds. Bc I need an explanation for what that solution that they're not going to go with actually is/what it does so that the other solutions are clearly different. Idk.

Oh I also probably need to go back a bit and have them confirm in testing that it isn't infectious/contagious, bc that should have been something the characters would think about and think to check for. But I could I guess add it in now (if i actually continue writing it now) as if it was already discussed earlier on that they tested that and found it negative.

Maybe that's why they thought they can't treat it like an infection or virus, bc it doesn't spread to others - actually maybe it can but only by blood? (Besides obvs being injected with the ferality itself directly like what Helen did to connor, obvs)

Anyway, so they do poke around some more and do find that either a) there's a way to provoke an immune response (which....idk i dont know enough about that. I might have to suspend disbelief more by having them create an antiviral for it that fast? or act like its bacterial and go for antibiotics, or make a vaccine somehow super fast, which would make a liiitle bit of sense if the story was taking place nowadays bc we have mrna vaccines as a concept already, but unfortunately this story takes place in uhhhhh 2010 or something?? So that wouldnt be plausible right? And a vax doesnt work after you have the illness..Unless it's like rabies in that post-exposure prophylactics do work if done quickly, also extra angst if it is based on that and so they conclude itll eventually make him bite to spread it and then eventually itll kill him, but idk if i want to go with that much angst plus we alreadyhave the whole dodo parasite with tom thing where he tries to bite abby so its just like rerunning that yknow?)

Or maybe they give him antihistamines and it fucking works ok idk

or b) it doesn't act like an infection after all, but surprisingly it is actually going to wear off on its own eventually (the sample degraded quickly, theoretically will last longer in a human system) but they also figure a way to flush it from his system (drink lots of water?? Saline drip? Antihistamines or something too anyway???)

So ok I guess I still have to make that decision, and thats probably where the sticking point was originally too. Hm

[wedontdeservethestars]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Portal (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Wheatley (Portal)/Reader Characters: Wheatley (Portal), GN!Reader - Character, Gender-Neutral Reader - Character, Reader Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, References to Depression, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Android!Wheatley, Kind of Human!Wheatley, Aka Wheatley has a body, First Kiss Summary:

Portal 2 content? In 2023? It's more likely than you think. Just a little short, self-indulgent piece about Wheatley comforting the reader when they're sad.

[cowboyjen68]

Hi Jen, and hello every butch reading this. I need your help.

I don't know where to begin, this has veen a problem for me for almost a decade now. I've followed you (Jen) for a few years now, and you're a very comforting figure to my brain, so I was hoping you and possibly others could help me out a bit. If not answers, then some good advice, open mindedness, patience, and possibly links to resources and helpful places. I've wanted to reach out to older butches and such about my issues with gender for a while, because I've flipped between a few and always have my mind coming back to butch in some form or another. Whether I act on it between each circle back or not, it stays.

I came out as some flavor of trans around 13, and then moved towards binary FtM around 14 or 15, which is when I met my first partner ever. I've had a ton of jumps back to being just kind of butch but in a weird middle butch state of not lesbian, not ftm, not anything but butch. I grew up in the midwest for 10 years (starting at 10,) and came out as a lesbian at 11 or 12. Regardless of how I was identifying in highschool, I was bullied and catcalled as a lesbian my whole childhood, seen as a d/ke, called it, I got the worst of it all, had girls try to kick my ass and dudes try to "turn me." I hung out with the fem cishet alt girls half my height and half my weight, carried them around, I was the ugly tall bitch that protected them. Had a wicked shaved head, wearing mens clothes handmedown, mens boots, brought a swiss army knife everywhere and my own wallet and housekeys. Getting pencils thrown at my head, smoking weed in the girls room, forced to change in the gender neutral stall for gym cause the school didnt know what to do with me. Guys would honk as they went past and shout dyke at me, so I started trying to blend in with highlighter shirts and jeans etc. Typical midwestern shit. I feel that despite now living as a man, i had the lived experience since a very young age (even before moving to the midwest,) of a butch. I am now fully living life as a cis man, stealth, and dating an amazing queer trans dude whose possibly genderfluid, and also very fem. He also identified as a lesbian for a long time and experienced a lot of toxicity there, and was nonbinary in his past, and I met him when he was agender and queer. He's amazing, I'm going to marry him, and he's everything I love in a partner. Feminine, went to cosmetology school, pretty nails, chubby, likes to bake and shop and wants to cook me steak, wants me to carry his stuff and his groceries, calls me his scary dog privleges, wants to scratch my sideshave. He realized he was trans and came out after we met, and I've been his biggest support against everything else, and I always will be. I love him, I'm attracted to him and he's the only person i ever have been. So I dont think I qualify anymore as a butch, despite using the term and being a butch for so many years. I was a butch, I still feel it even if I'm not really into many people at all including women (also on the aro/ace spectrum haha), but now I'm a man, I have a beard, I have a boyfriend I will never leave, who knows how I feel and loves me and we both know no matter where we end up gender wise or sexuality wise that pretty much me and him are it, and if it contradicts, who gives a shit, yknow?

My dating history has always been feminine nbs, feminine trans boys, and femme lesbians. I have never dated a masculine cis man, masculine nb, anyone masculine at all. For lack of better terms due to my situation, I have always been butxh4femme and at least masc4fem. I have always been the guardian and gentle giant of my fem partners, I also am mostly a stone butch due to sexual trauma and asexuality. Due to my aroace-ness, I've also hardly dated literally anyone lmao! Maybe 3 people longterm and seriously in my entire 21 years. This is getting really long, and I'll be honest, I've been yelled out of all communities I've been in for being so damn complicated. I'm scared I'll hurt mt partner and he'll feel I don't see him as he is, I'm scared I'll hurt lesbians despite living and growing as one most of my life, I'm scared I'll hurt me by identifying as butch because I feel like I'll have to detransition. I also kinda look fuck ugly without a beard nowadays, cause lord knows I've shaved that shit fullon twice now because of this exact issue.

I want to be called sir, and I love being on T. I hate getting a period, and my bottom dysphoria is agonizing, but I probably wont get bottom surgery. I want to not be catcalled. I want to get top surgery eventually, and maybe I don't want a full beard. I wanna cut all the sleeves off my shirts again and get some sexy workboots and jeans. I know I want my pretty femboy boyfriend on my arm forever, I don't care how he ends up identifying or me either, and to see him wear his dress on our wedding day. I want to be butch but still be seen as a man, but I don't think I'm allowed because so many people have shit on me for it and said I'm not. But I still wear my keys on my belt. I still lift the heavy shit, emotionally or physically, every day for him. I still do my role, I still protect the people around me. But I don't want people to look at me when I say butch and assume me or my boy are women, out of respect for him and me too.

Advice needed, please, anybody that's willing to help me and help me find my path. It's been so back and fourth so long. Thank you.

- R

i am sorry for taking so long. Fall is a very busy season with all my jobs ramping up and getting ready for winter on the homestead.

Your writing was a lot to absorb and I admit I read it several times and had to come back because it weighed on my emotions and heart heavily. I was driving tractor last night so I had lot of thinking time. I went over in my head how you much feel, how I could possibly answer this with any coherant advice or even just some comforting words.

You are only 21, my advice if you were my child (i have 3--25 year olds, a 22 year old and a 16 yo), would be to slow your roll. 3 serious relationships by 21 is a lot. At a time when we are sort of socially and mentally programmed to be free and using our energy to exlplore our individuality you were putting efforts into maintaining viable relationships with other people who were probably also trying to figure themselves out. I was 23 before I even had one serious relationship and i was probably still NOT ready for it.

When we never live a single life or a life on our own it becomes hard to separate who we are from our partner. It is normal to bounce off of each other and to both want badly to share the same values, identity and interestes EVEN if as individuals those things might never have lined up.

I am NOT a therapist nor can I possibly know you or your exact feelings, I can only go by what you told me. When I am asked for advice I am honest but kind, go from my experiences and or those stories I have been told by friends. Sometimes what I say is NOT what you want or expected to hear. That is okay. You can take what I say or leave it. Or use what helps, ignore what doesn't . So here it goes.

My point about you both meeting young,and thus relying on each other to work on your individuality comes into play here. You are both, I am guessing around 21. Neither of you have had any time to forge exactly who you are. Stastically what are the chances of two women who both lived as a lesbian meeting after you transitioned  and the partner ALSO being trans but not coming out until AFTER the fact. Until after the relationship has progessed.? Speaking in terms of how many trans people are in the population that feels like quite a statistical anomally. What are the chances? Now I suck and math and I know the percentage of any given population in the LGBT+  community as compared to greater society seems sketchy, based on shitty research and at best a bad guess. It just gives me a bit of pause and might give you some food for thought, a chance to think over outside influence vs life long dysphoia or other factors. 

 I preface this by saying I can in no way know you or your partner or pasts or any actual feelings, only what you have told me. I appreciate your stark honesty and your willingness to admit you are struggling. Reaching out is hard even as an anon. Is it in any way possible your partner was influenced heavily by wanting badly to share your life, your values, to feel more inline with you and to feel more close to you and to solidify the relationship in a space that she perceives as more comfortable to you. OR perhaps even your friend group?  

You talk aboout pressure from all sides to be this or be that and if you are a trans man I am sure she was getting not too subtle pressure to not use lesbian even though she was maybe just fine with that, it felt right. There is a vicious push from inside the house to tell people how to describe their sexuality and relationship when it is no one’s business. Others feel uncomfortable when two people live their lives as they see fit and don’t rely on how people perceive them to be happy. It makes some people nuts  in fact. 

To your concern about detransitioning or not or what makes you happy. I know detransitioners and they slide just fine back into the lesbian community they used to have or they have found their own new lesbians friend group. It is not impossible. At many events I have been to in my life, women’s festivals included, there were tans men there who lived soley as men outside the protective walls of women spaces but were happy to be seen as women within the safety of the limited time and space of the event. You can find community among lesbian no matter how you land, it just takes a little bravery and ultimately being okay with yourself. 

I am not going to tell you it is easy no matter the path you choose. Reidentifying as a woman with a full beard and staying on T is never going to be as easy as just saying “I am THIS “. You would have to spend time coming back out, explaining etc until such a time you formed a community who knows you and understands your past. 

Everything you described that you love is everything I love about being butch, I am short, 5′3 so I didn’t experience some things like you have as tall woman in high school, BUT I was definitely clocked as a lesbian even with great effort to be seen has just wearing “typical midwestern shit”. My entire wardrobe was T shirts, sweatshirts, jeand and tennis shoes. I gave up my beloved cowboy boots because others said they made me “look even more like a boy” and in the 1980′s I tranlated that to “butch lesbian” even if I did not have those words. I knew damn well what they were inferring.  

I also know lesbians who take T and remain in the lesbian community, they just feel they need to pass more as men in the larger world for their peace of mind, safety, job, whatever. So deciding that lesbian and butch is right for you does not mean you can’t continue to utilize tools that help you to feel okay. 

This is getting a bit long and I will admit I am unendingly biased, I have never denied that and don’t hide the fact that I think being a butch lesbian is wonderful. GIven all the factors and insecurities you have shared with me being a butch seems like the path of least resistance. Cutting back on T, not constantly worrying about “am I or am I not” and getting back to the basics of what you seemed to understand as you were coming out, before there was transitioning on your table. EVEN in the face of bullying and knowing being a lesbian was not desirable to the outside world you could not escape it and you came out. Perhaps because when you can’t escape you meet something head on and embrace it since that pulls power from the outsiders. 

When you and your partner are alone, away from all others. In the safety of you bed, talking softly and about your day or your plans tomorrow, the world gets no say. You both know that is true in your hearts and please don’t let those in the world, in our own community poison that with pressure and accusations. DO NOT give them control of  your heart, of your love. 

Best of luck and butch hugs to you.

[frosted-night]

Jack Frost Designs Review

Yes it’s finally his time. This is going to include his book designs including previous incarnations in said books. There are more movie concept designs than book so, let’s dig in shall we?

This was in fact the first ever Jack Joyce designed while he came up with The Guardians Of Childhood. He even comes with his own backstory! (Which was cut. Sorry Joyce posts walls of text so it’s a girthy read.)

So instead of a young mischievous trickster, we got a much more depressing story of Jack. (Jack by default is sad obviously) but this one... It kind of hits differently and almost reminds me of the story he crafted for Pitch. A dad who tried to defend his family but through tragic events was ripped from them and changed completely. Design wise, he’s a lot more tree than snow. There doesn’t exist a colored version of this so we’ll never know if he sported winter and dull dead leaf colors rather than grassy greens.This Jack has a weird presence to him, I can’t put my finger on it. Rating: 6/10 He’s really neat! Just a little too Autumn feeling rather than a blend of both Autumn and Winter.

Nightlight feels like the baby evolution if Jack was a pokemon and that's what I’m gonna stick with. Below is a more recent version of him colored.

In all honesty that one is easier on the eyes proportion wise because sometimes Joyce has ‘interesting’ anatomy choices but we aint going into that today. It’s interesting how his hair somehow looks shorter and longer than Jack’s at the same time. Could be because the longer strands float seamlessly but star boy hair physics what can ya do. It’s a little hard to tell what is his skin and what is his armor, so that is a casuality in making a character only have one or two colors in their color scheme. I love other artist’s depictions of Nightlight but the canon one feels a little weak color wise. Rating: 5/10 Sorry, get some better LEDs and then come back.

Here we have a book Jack but I can’t entirely recall if this was used in the books or not. I digress. This design looks like him still wearing very Nightlight-esque armor/clothing and slowly growing into his new persona as Jack Frost. The intricacies are hard to make out but we’ll work with it. This one is very interesting to me because he very much looks like an older teen close to young adult. His hair looks very fluffy too. Not many complaints about this one but not much praise either.

Rating: 6/10 Not great but doesn’t stand out that much.

Remember when I said Joyce had ‘interesting’ anatomy decisions? Jack looks like he has half a head here and it bothers me GREATLY. This is the adult Jack design he went with. Supposedly he likes the opera and he sure looks it. This! Exists!! Kind of wish it didn’t. The outfit is nice but it just doesn’t fit Jack as a whole. This just screams to me that it’s someone else with a similar-ish hairstyle.

Rating: 3/10 Guess he’d be the...Phantom Of The Opera. (I’ll go home and so should he.)

And finally the final Jack. This is the one that almost exactly resembles the Jack we got in the movies(Probably because it was made after the movie but w/e) but just add a cape on him. I can’t really tell if hes got a hoodie and a cape, or just a cloak+hood on top of a sweatshirt. It isn’t too important because my thoughts on this one are obvious. Rating: 10/10 Edna Mode would have a field day with you boy.

MOVIE DESIGN TIME

Joyce claims this is a design he drafted when Leonardo DiCaprio was considered to voice Jack and I can kind of see that with how his face is drawn here. This Jack looks a lot more like a warrior and less of that trickster look. I can’t say I’m a fan of the weird antenna his hood has but his sword is really cool looking.

Rating: 4/10 Nice bow and sword but it can’t save your fashion choices.

This looks like a lanky 11-13 year old who would put rocks or slugs in my shoes and relish in my disgust. He has the exact look of a snot nose kid and I’m unsure how to feel about it.

His various hairstyles drafted here sort of make him softer looking or just more of a snot nose, no in between. Maybe even an Anime Protagonist.

The top right one almost looks like Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon if you squint. It’ll be a little hard to rate them all as one individual but why not.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate them but they aren’t my cup of tea.

AH- IS THAT A FUCKIN GREMLIN?

Oh wait no it isn’t he looks like a 10 year old. Whatever don’t feed him after midnight. The staff’s design of not being shaped like a G is an interesting tidbit but the whole design looks like he’s really young or like a troll etc. This Jack looks like he thinks girls have cooties uses outdated slang.

Rating: 4/10 This is me being generous.

It honestly looks like he hiked his pants up all the way to his chest. A late teen with horrid fashion choices once again. Not many other thoughts here.

Rating: 2/10 Get a sweater on or something.

This is one is very interesting looking to me. His clothes looked a lot more leather based and very human-like. The tatters, tears and frays all make him look like he was a victim of an accident that never changed his clothes. It makes me wonder if this Jack had the same death as the final movie Jack or something else entirely. Either way, this one looks like hes a mid to late teen which really adds to my intrigue.

This was another image that greatly resembled the design so I included it here. It almost looks like his skin is blue here which is pretty neat to me at least. He’s also got leaf motifs here, which from the first Jack design Joyce made, we can see a pattern here.

Rating: 8 /10 I was originally weirded out by his head but now its not so bad.

This Jack is definitely dressed more like a nature boy rather than him having human influenced fashion and it’s an appealing touch. The tiny leaf sprouting from his staff is also kind of cute since the designers seemed to want to put leafs somewhere on his designs. His hairstyle is also very cute but it reminds me of Sasuke Uchiha in a sense. (Not a setback for me at least)

Rating: 7/10 13 year old Jack is going thru a phase.

I thought this Jack didn’t show up again in story boards but I was wrong!

They look a little different from each other but just similar enough to pair together, so bare with me. The first one obviously has looser pants, slightly longer sleeves and got his leaf motif going. This second Jack is a VERY green. It gives the impression that this Jack made his clothes out of plants and natural materials. Again I’m not wholly sure if greens fit his color scheme but they sure went for it for a while. I can’t say I’m a fan of it because it heavily reminds me of Peter Pan.

However a very similar looking Jack could be found in this storyboard. It doesn’t look as green as the other storyboards made it out to be and looks more like dead grass. Which is a pretty nice touch.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate it but it just doesn’t vibe yknow.

Speaking of a vibe...hoo this certainly has one.  This Jack isn’t old but certainly doesn’t look very young, maybe in the 20-30 range, thats just me. He has facial features that remind me of Pitch but resembles the Jack Frost of Santa Clause 3

That being said, I wondered if him looking similar to Pitch was in the storyline of them being brothers.(Which was a scrapped thing, who knew.) He’s a bit more menacing in this design but certainly seems like he relishes in his work.

Rating: 4/10 I’d make it a lower score but I gotta give it props

NOW THIS JACK IS KINDA INTERESTING. This one looks like he’s 16 and going through a grunge phase. He’s gonna play Nirvana loudly and not turn it down even if you tell him too. His staff itself has mini icicles hanging off of it and leafs look stuck to his shirt. Did you glue or staple those on Jack? His hair also looks much longer than his other designs and I kind of dig it( Shut up I’m bias.) I’m not wholly sure why else this design has stuck with me but it just has something about it that I just love. I wish there was a full body drawing of it.

(He also kinda has the same hair as the Jack Frost in Runescape but I wont go on about that hoo hoo)

Rating: 9/10 *Bad Boy by Cascada plays in the distance*

This one definitely feels like middleschooler trying to be in a band. His sticks just resemble drumsticks to me what can I say. I’m a big fan of his shoes and his color scheme screams a hibernating tree in winter. His hair also looks like it’s covered in frost rather than it being wholly white, which is very neat!! He looks like he wants to fight but has slight hesitance. Overall a very balanced Jack.

Rating: 8/10 He’s ready for band practice

Not many thoughts here, I just found these tiny Jack designs cute. His hoodie being a jacket instead just adds to the charm of this one.

No talk to him he angy.

Rating: 6/10 fun sized boi

Now this Jack resembles the one earlier that dressed entirely in leather brown colors, however he clearly is different than that one. I’m gonna say it, he looks like a zombie or undead in this design and its pretty fucking gnarly. I don’t know whats going on with his hair but I’m gonna assume it’s just the wind making it look like that. He just has the vibe that he was once human but was turned into something else entirely. It isnt in uncanny territory but borders that. This version of Jack meeting Pitch and the others would have been *very* interesting. Rating: 7/10 Eat a twinkie Jack you’ll feel better.

The final design! I can’t complain much about this one. The way his staff subtly has a G shape and a hexagon(his signature shape) is a wonderful touch. Additionally, the way the frost is gathered mostly where his hand is such an intricate detail. His signature hoodie is iconic at this point so I can’t bad mouth that either.(I can’t anyway because there's no complaints from me here.) Although, I never understood the leather straps that his pants had or their functions. I couldn’t find any colonial outfits that resembled Jack’s pants so its a total mystery to me at least.

And I can’t go on about this design until I mention the snowflake pattern in his eyes

Pure beauty. It’s at a hue of blue that almost looks impossible to have, combined with the electric blue color of the snowflake in his eyes. The amount of detail in this movie amazes me to this day. Rating: One Great Blizzard <3/10

[akabane-yum]

OTP Asks - All Of Them (9-16) <- Part One

For @toorumochi assass :P

For the Angst

9. Have they made each other cry?

Short answer: Yes

Long answer:

Karma knew that Gakushuu would be a difficult person to live with and that he was sensitive despite his hard exterior, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get annoyed too sometimes.

That night they were arguing about who knows what, saying things they didn’t mean, when the insults became half truths and eventually full truths that became insults. Karma said something along the lines of “Oh, and it’s not my fault your dad didn’t raise you right but it your fault that you’re becoming exactly like him, don’t ask me why I’ll need therapy more than twice a week after this.”

If it hadn’t already clicked to Gakushuu that they were fighting fighting before then, now he got the message. He ran out of the room without another word and Karma had to pace to cool down. Karma decided to sleep on the couch that night and only realized Shuu went off crying the next morning, when the air was cold and rigid and Shuu had tear stains under his eyes. Karma didn’t say anything though, he didn’t really know how to fix it. They ended up spending that whole day apart and eventually had a long talk.

———————

Gakushuu made Karma cry when he told him they’d probably end up breaking up. Karma was joking about meeting Shuu’s mom and Shuu just laughed saying he didn’t think they’d make it that far. That messed with Karma’s perception of permanence and what he thought they were. He thought they were gonna get married some day and that they were going to live together and... what? He tried to ask Gakushuu why he thought they wouldn’t make it and Shuu seemed unbothered. He said something about how they were incompatible in many ways and how they were both handfuls and how life would get harder and how Karma probably wouldn’t be able to handle all the weird changes in Gakushuu’s life because of how the businesses was booming. They said goodnight after that and Karma found himself outside at 3am taking a walk. He didn’t realize he was crying till he came home and Shuu asked him why he was crying. His first instinct was to say he was doing drugs but that would get them nowhere. Instead he said he didn’t want to talk about it, and they went to bed. He could think about permanence another day. And he did, they talked about both that and their insecurities going forward to try to salvage their relationship. (I can imagine that this is a few years into their relationship.)

10. Write a ~300 word argument scene for them.

In another post !

11. What causes them to fight?

The lighthearted answer would be: anything and everything. They fight over how many pillows they need but always laugh about it in the end.

Another answer would be: the fact that at the beginning of their relationship they were insecure about themselves. You know you really shouldn’t get into a relationship until you love yourself enough, at least in most cases. But for them I’m guessing that the mutual attraction was enough for them to get together, which isn’t always bad b u t for them they had a lot to unpack. It’s surprising and maybe even kinda toxic that they stayed together after the first part of their relationship but now they’re happy. I can imagine that they’re happier as adults at least, and that they still do fight over small things like the TV volume but those fights don’t even count as fights. It’s just a little conversation to keep them going yknow?

12. Do they have differing political opinions?

Kinda? Gakushuu is a businessman and probably took a course called “creating capitalism” so we can assume he’s pro capitalism, and on the other hand Karma joined the bureaucracy in Japan (and Japan is, if I’m not mistaken, a socialist country) so he’s probably at least pro socialism.

I just want to comment on how this is cool because Gakushuu being pro capitalism is a solo player as the CEO with the most shares of his corporation. Whereas Karma who we assume is pro socialism works as a bureaucrat for the government. Which is cool because capitalism is more about individuals climbing the corporate ladder and whatnot whereas socialism is more of a government intervention thing where the government has control and places limitations. (There’s way more to it but I tried to badly summarize.) So they’re both doing very well in their respective economies. That being said, we could go into the capitalist tendencies in Japan but we won’t! AHEM THE MAIN QUESTION WAS ABOUT POLITICS BUT I WARPED IT SORRY THEYRE PROBABLY BOTH MORE LIBERAL BUT I WONT GO INTO THAT.

Anyways to finish off explaining the “kinda” I answered with, I said kinda because I don’t think they feel strongly enough about their own (preferred) economies to argue about it. Though maybe Karma will complain about some of the disparity in wealth he sees between Gakushuu and others but honestly I don’t see them caring much, since they have the luxury of living in their own bubble of karushuu happy fun. I hope this blurb made sense.

13. Name something they would never do for the other person

Gakushuu would never give up his ambitions to be with Karma. Sounds sad but after letting go of some of those insecurities that were there at first, he’s found his self worth and won’t give up all his hard work for anyone. Is that selfish? Personally I don’t think so, because it would be selfish for someone to ask him to let go of his dreams for them. Karma would never do that anyway, so. By give up his ambitions for Karma I mean like if Karma were to ask Gakushuu to drop his work or him, he’d be dropping Karma.

Karma would never settle down entirely because Gakushuu asked him to. This is similar to the first one but I don’t think he wants to calm down and live in another tropical country and retire young just because they have enough money you know? Not like Gakushuu would ever ask him to slow down but if he did then Karma would still probably work a few jobs because of how boring life would be without something to do. This is basically like Gakushuu’s but I feel like Karma’s is less intense and he wouldn’t break up with Gakushuu right away because of this.

Take that as you will ^^

14. What would be a dealbreaker

This is the same as the last one I think. Telling the other to slow down and pick between their passions (for work lmao) or them. Since it’s the same ish for both of them I don’t think there would be that much of an issue though. Maybe if Karma killed Shuu’s cat then that would be a dealbreaker, who knows.

15. What are traits they dislike in one another?

Karma dislikes how Gakushuu is a workaholic and Gakushuu hates how Karma is taller than him :P also how quick he is at making impulsive decisions. HmMm maybe also how Karma snores- that’s not even a trait i- anywayyyyssss

16. If they broke up, what would be their opinions of each other.

Oh boy. I’ve thought about this for not karushuu things too so here’s my take on this:

Karma would consider Gakushuu as an addition to the toxic people in his life. First his parents, then some of his teachers, and now his first boyfriend. He’d remember the happy moments they had together but quickly try to replace them with the sadder memories. He’d try his best to paint Gakushuu is the worst lighting, he’d villainize (not a word but shh) him so he could go on thinking he didn’t do anything wrong and it was Gakuhsuu’s toxicness that tore them apart.

Gakushuu wouldn’t think of Karma. Not after a bit of time, not because Karma never came to mind again after the breakup, but because any thoughts of Karma would be illegal. Honestly I can see him thinking that his time with Karma was an era of weakness. He can’t go back to that weak state, not even in his memories, so he doesn’t. (Well maybe in the middle of the night some days he does but he’d never admit to that.) I hope my grammar here was bearable lmao.

I’m sorry I’m tired lmao I can’t proofread but yk :))) next part up soon!

[rivers-rambles21]

The one with Cupid

Part 11 of The one where Bucky has a cute neigbour series!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader (f)

Summary | Reader and Bucky become friends after he saves her from  a creep in their apartment building. Each chapter explores a different point in their friendship - very slow burn!

Warnings | 18+ only, Smut in later chapters (this is a slow burn), swearing, unprotected sex, oral sex, (later chapters)

Chapter 11 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 1 | Masterlist

With a sigh you slid your phone back into your pocket and carried on with your day of cleaning.

Around midday you heard noise coming from the hallway you shared with Bucky. Fearing yet another visit from the Police, you investigated. 

"Hi, can I help you?" 

A kid no older than sixteen stood opposite Bucky's door, fist raised to knock. 

"Oh! Hi, I'm looking for Mr Barnes, does he live here?" The young man gestured towards the door whilst fidgeting with his bag that was slung over his shoulder.

"Who's asking?" You boldly asked, hand on the door knob ready to slam it closed as a precaution 

"I'm Peter, Peter Parker" he held his hand out for you to shake before hastily retracting it. 

"Oh my god you're Spider Boy!" 

His eyes practically bugged out of his head as he frantically looked around the hallway to make sure you were alone. 

"First off I'm pretty sure it's Spider man and no I'm ...not.. I'm not him" 

Peter wasn't overly convincing, unable to get each word out without nervously coughing in-between. 

"Uhuh and Bucky has two normal arms" You let go of the door as you teased the kid, amused at his panic stricken expression. "Relax Peter, I'm a friend of Bucky's, I'm Y/N" This time you held your hand our to his which he took, shaking it with a firm grip. 

"I didn't know Mr Barnes had friends" 

"Because of the staring thing?" You joked, knowing how intense your best friend sometimes came across as. 

"Well, I, er… he's a bit scary at times yknow?"“

“So how come you’re looking for him? He’s out of town at the moment.” 

With a sigh Peter looked down at the ground, clearly disappointed. “Of course he is” He muttered. 

Taking pity on him, you reached inside your apartment, grabbing your purse and jacket before closing the door behind you. “Come on kid, you look like you could do with a milkshake.” 

Peter pulled a face, a bit taken aback. “I’m sixteen” 

“Well what do sixteen year olds drink? I can hardly take you out for a beer to talk about whatever is clearly eating you up.” 

Realising you were right, Peter nodded and followed you down the hallway. 

It took Peter a while to eventually open up, but after you divulged a bit more on how you and Bucky met, he relaxed around you and started to word vomit. 

He explained how the loss of a mentor was weighing heavy on his shoulders, how the girl he liked didn’t know his secret, how the responsibility of being Spider Man overwhelmed him at times. You could tell it had done him some good to speak freely and openly to a stranger but you knew he needed someone to relate to, someone who knew what being an Avenger truly meant. 

You both exchanged numbers and you left him with a promise you’d speak to Bucky, asking for him to get back in touch with him when he had the chance.

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“So you and Y/N?” Sam couldn’t contain the grin on his face. He’d been waiting for the perfect opportunity to quiz the Super Soldier on the subject and with Zemo and Sharon out of the room getting ready, he couldn’t pass up the chance.

“What about her Sam?” 

“How long have you been seeing each other?”

Bucky's brows furrowed and his eyes shot up to meet Sam’s “We’re not- she’s-” he stumbled over his words before rolling his eyes as Sam held back a laugh, clearly enjoying making the other man uncomfortable. “Don’t okay? We’re just friends” With a dramatic sigh, Bucky fiddled with the edges of his worn out notebook, eyes no longer able to meet Sam’s. “Nothing more” He muttered, more to himself than anything else.

“So you won’t mind if I ask her out then?” Sam didn’t really have any intention on asking you out but he was enjoying tormenting Bucky too much to let it drop. He could see clear as day you both had feelings for each other but for some unknown reason, hadn’t taken the next step and admitted it to each other. Sam however, was more than happy to give a little push.

Bucky’s mouth opened and closed multiple times as he contemplated whether Sam was being serious or not. Inside he felt rage building up at the thought of you being with another man which mixed with an overwhelming feeling of sadness; knowing he didn’t stack up to Sam. 

There was a reason Steve gave him the shield, he knew he was a good person, honourable, kind and decent. He protected people, stood up for the little guy and lived by clear morals. 

Bucky on the other hand… he was damaged, he’d killed hundreds of people, tortured dozens, and protected war criminals. 

But… despite this, something stirred within him. A need to claim you as his, to be selfish with you and have you all to himself. He sat for a while, pondering on what he should do but was mainly worrying about Sam asking you out, unaware the Falcon liked to act fast.

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[steelycunt]

since we are talking about remus' parents and childhood what do you think sirius' was like? i once read a theory/headcanon how the fandom tends to imagine sirius having a tough & abusive childhood from the start like being rebellious and a trouble child, but in reality he was probably very coddled and treated like a prince as the black heir for the first 11 years of his life before he attended hogwarts, and it's only there that he started to question his family's beliefs, and it's only then that the abuse started. and that theory makes a lot of sense because how on earth would sirius raised as pureblood royalty totally shut out from the muggle world, have any idea about what's right or wrong when it comes to blood purity yknow? like once he meets half-bloods and muggleborns like remus, lily, etc he starts to realize blood purity is bs. Sorry this got loooong jsnxncjd i just love your thoughts!!!! 💖

hi hi!! i must admit i don't think i have as fleshed out a view of sirius' childhood/parents as i do remus', but in regards to that theory you mention--i think i'd imagine him somewhere between those two very different depictions of his childhood. once again under the cut because it got long x

i don't know how much canon there is on this, but for me it somewhat depends on how the magic of the sorting hat works, actually: sirius is sorted into gryffindor at eleven. that breaks a massive family tradition--that sets him apart from who the rest of his family were upon being sorted at eleven. if the sorting hat can predict who a person can become even if they aren't yet that person at all, and thus can see sirius deviating from the principles of his family in the future even if that process is yet to begin, then its possible that hc you mentioned makes sense! for me, personally, i don't quite imagine it like that--again i might be wrong about how the hat works, but surely it had to see something different in sirius at that age? for him to be the first member of his family to be sorted differently in so long (the house system is ridiculously flawed, but these are the rules im playing by here) i do believe he had to exhibit such characteristics by eleven at the latest, and at least start questioning his family beliefs. while he definitely has flaws, and prejudices to unlearn even after he starts school (the point you made about remus and lily and such), to some extent i'd consider his sorting a result of who he is, rather than the singular catalyst for who he becomes.

as a result, there has to be some conflict in his childhood; he's the heir, so he's still 'coddled' in a sense that he's treated as very important, he is that pureblood prince, but that also means his behaviour is under even more scrutiny, and he's going be reprimanded more severely for 'acting out'. he is an inherently outspoken, somewhat volatile person--even if that is a trait that he got from his parents, that's still going to get him into trouble at home. for that reason i do believe his childhood was abusive prior to starting school, though i definitely agree the situation worsened after he was sorted, he meets james, fully rejects their ideology and his role as the heir and became more rebellious. i could mention the possibility of andromeda/uncle alphard acting as more positive influences in his childhood but that really is just speculation and headcanon. again! this is just what i sort of came to after reading your ask--i haven't thought about this as much as i have the lupins, so this is definitely a less developed response that might be a little different the longer i consider it :-)

[pockyxx]

“ drunk in love ”

bokuto x fem!reader

genre: fluff. tw. alcohol, getting drunk. atsumu and hinata being troublemakers. fluff.

with it being new year’s eve, the msby jackals often had parties but this year one of their sponsors, the ceo of bouncy ball corp. had invited them to his penthouse for a celebration.

you being bokuto kōtarō’s girlfriend, it only a made sense for you to join him in the celebrations. he’d been talking about the party for a week in advice, telling you all about how he had kenma had been well acquainted through his friend kuroo way back in highschool.

“you ready?” he asked, as you put the finishing touches on your look, scanning over yourself in the bathroom mirror.

bokuto leaned against the doorframe, his large figure practically blocking your entrance. turning to face him, he’d really put his act together— hair gelled back nicely, expensive watch and a nice suit he had tailored for him.

“i am now, let’s go.” you bounced over to his side, ready to let the night take you away. kenma’s penthouse was nice but what else do you expect from a ceo?

“thank you so much for hosting this party, kenma-san.” you told him, holding a glass of wine while talking to the man. you had lost sight of your boyfriend but you knew he’d be with one of his teammates.

kenma shook his head, telling you not to worry about it while you cautiously scanned your eyes around the room. “you haven’t seen bo, have you?” kenma shook his head again.

“hm, i should probably find him, then.” you joke, leaving him behind in search of your boyfriend. it was well known that bokuto was a lightweight when it came to alochol so even just a few glasses could get him drunk.

you heard the chuckling from atsumu and hinata from the kitchen despite the door being closed. raising a suspicious eyebrow, you pressed your ear to the door. you were surprised to hear kōtarō’s groan.

“bo, are you in here?-” you asked opening the door, only to be cut off but the shock of seeing bokuto in a cabinet, an empty bottle of champagne in front of him.

snapping your attention to his team mates who couldn’t stop themselves from laughing, another empty bottle between them.

“how much did he drink?” your eyes wide, waiting for an answer. bokuto slurred out a response but it was barely auditable.

“he drank the whole thing?” hinata pointed out and you thought you were going to faint.

“why?!” you starting walking up to your boyfriend, crouching down to where he was. it was hard to believe a 6’4 man could fit in such a small cabinet.

“we called him a light weight, and he denied to so tsumtsum said ‘prove it.’” hinata answered, clearly the most sober of the bunch. you shot daggers at the setter before gesturing bokuto to crawl out from his hiding spot.

“argh, my head hurts!” he whined, rubbing his temple.

“i know it does— just come out and i’ll get you a glass of water.” he pouted and got out nonetheless.

sober bokuto was childish, yes, but he could also restrain himself in public. now near black out drunk bokuto had little no control and it was similar to taking care of a big baby.

he almost fell over and you tried to catch him, almost toppling over yourself.

“‘cmon bo, go lay down on the couch, ‘kay?” you looked at your watch, great it wasn’t even 11:30 what were you going to do with your boyfriend until midnight? or would it just be best to go home now?

bokuto stumbled onto the couch, groaning and holding his head. you were going to kill atsumu and hinata the next day for getting bokuto like this.

you rushed back to where bokuto was laying with a glass of water in hand. you sat next to his laying figure and ran your spare hand up and down him back.

“bo, you need to sit up to drink your water.” he continued to mutter incoherent words as he slowly but surely sat up, taking the cup from your hands. bokuto pressed the glass to his lips, drinking the water at an excruciatingly slow pace.

he turned his head in the slightest bit to see you before turning even more red than he already was in his flushed out-drunk state.

“you’re really pretty yknow?” it was his first clear sentence of the night and you giggled, falling back into the couch. bitting your lip you thought it would be funny to tease your boyfriend just a little bit.

“sorry but i have a boyfriend.” you joked around, not sure how bokuto would act now that all his senses were fogged up.

bokuto pouted and rested his head onto your lap, holding onto your thigh like it was a teddy bear.

“then where is he? he shouldn’t leave you here all alone~” is what you managed to make out of the slurs he uttered against your thighs.

shaking your head with a small laugh, you started playing with strands of his hair as he continued mumbling things to himself.

“well he’s pretty lucky...” his eyes drifted shut, as you giggled you kept listening to his drunk confessions, “hmph, even if you were single, i have a girlfriend too... mhh she’s the best.” his drunk expression turned into a smile.

“kōtarō sit up so i can get you some more water.” you cooed into his ear and he blushed.

“you shouldn’t call me by my first name i-i have a girlfriend— where is y/n?” his panic made you last once again.

“bo~” you hummed, which caught his attention. realizing that he was in fact sitting on your lap made him cover his eyes with his hands out of embarrassment. finally, he let you get up after apologizing numerous times.

when you came back, you were met by a completely different bokuto— this one being much, much flirtier.

“hehe, y/n are you a parking ticket? because you have ‘fine written all over you.” he leaned his head onto your shoulder, and the cheesy pick up lines did not end there.

“hmm, how bout you and me go home have some more fun.” he kissed your neck and you pushed him off of you.

“kō, it’s not even mind night, plus your drunk.” you scolded him and he proceeded to pout, taking your hand and giving it a wet, sloppy kiss.

“drunk in love~” he commented which made you take back your hand, forcing him to drink more water.

throughout the next thirty minutes, you were taking care of him on the couch, bringing him more and more water to drink while he complained about his head hurting and feeling dizzy.

you looked at the time, 11:48 pm. you sighed, helping bokuto to the bathroom where he then proceeded to throw his guts up and you gently rubbed his back.

thankfully, kenma had spare toothbrushes and toothpaste on hand.

you asked bokuto if he wanted to go home but he only shook his head, most of the substance already having left his body.

“i need to have my midnight kiss with you.” he placed his hand on your chest, slumping down to do so. “so i can wait a bit.”

“but if your not feeling well, let’s go home-” he cut you off by placing his finger against your lip, looking back to the main room, people starting to gather.

“besides the countdown is about to begin.”

bokuto was always clinging, and that clingyness only heightened when intoxicated. he kept you in his arms, slowly swaying and leaning onto you for balance as the countdown got start.

“4...3...2...1... happy new year!” everyone said together. you to face bokuto as confetti and steamers launched into the air.

wrapping your arms around his neck, you could feel his hands being placed onto your waist, him squeezing you tightly.

“happy new year bo.” you quickly whispered to him, and his response being to place his new years kiss onto you lips, dipping you forward.

you cupped his face, feeling him rub at your lip with his teeth. giggly, you backed away, taking in his still very flushed cheeks.

“i think it’s time to go home, boy are you gonna have a hang over tommrow.” now, bokuto couldn’t protest as you said goodbye to kenma and some of the other mbsy jackals members before making your way home with your boyfriend.

[veeranger]

can you maybe talk about Va-11 Hall-A? you talking about it a little made me remember i had to play it so i did and I liked it a lot and would like to hear your opinions as I respect you

its only been a few days but i think ive reached all the conclusions about the game i need to. i think VA-11 HALL-A is a really good game and a great visual novel yes its a visual novel dont @ me im right. actually i think its funny the game tells you to curl up with a blanket and snacks like its gunna be a chill relaxing experience because like tonally speaking its kind of not. theres some heavy shit in the game especially near the end and its not the kind of light chatting simulator you might think it is. not saying i think its a stressful game or anything but i alwys thought that was funny. 

anyway heres my real thoughts. im gunna put it under a readmore for spoilers after a certain point

oh also make sure you play the prologue chapter and the anna demo. those are extremely important despite being hidden behind a nondescript menu icon that the game makes no effort to tell you about. thats genuinely my only complaint about the game 

there’s a quote by mike pondsmith, the creator of the cyberpunk ttrpg about how cyberpunk “...can not be about saving the world. You’re saving yourself or your community. The stakes have to be something that involves the player. You can’t just say, ‘The world is craptastic and you can’t do anything about it.’ No. You don’t have to save the world, but you need to be able to save your mother or the apartment you and your friends live in.” 

and i think that ideology was, intentionally or otherwise, probably otherwise because im pretty sure pondsmith gave this quote a few years after VA-11 HALL-A came out, very clearly captured in this story. Jill and her friends live in this terrible shitty city in a terrible shitty world but thats just the setting yknow. glitch city is a backdrop to tell a series of small scale personal stories, not about “surviving in a hellish dystopian” but just...living in the real world. thats just real life for these people you know. every story told in the game is very personal. nobody is blowing up corporate buildings or igniting a revolution its just like, dorothy reconciling her anxieties about being close to her mother, alma’s family troubles, stella and sei’s mutuals traumas and their close relationship, Jill’s grappling with her own life choices. its nothing crazy its very pedestrian and lowkey, its not exactly something you’d expect from a game with CYBERPUNK stamped on the subtitle but it fits the genre extremely well. 

if nothing else VA-11 HALL-A is extremely well grounded in the reality its set in, everything feels lived in and real, like glitch city is a real place you could go to or something. all those newspaper articles about big events right next to articles about some lilim idol or reruns of a nostalgic anime and the danger/u/ posts about weird conspiracies and arguments about stupid weeb shit it just creates a wholesale sense of realism. i once saw someone complain that in persona 5, you only ever hear other students and people in the streets of tokyo talk about whatever is currently happening in the story and at the time i dismissed it as nitpicking but after VA-11 HALL-A i understand that a little better, it creates a game world that only revolves around the player’s actions and story as opposed to a world that keeps turning on its own that your character just so happens to live in. the story of the game might be about Jill and her friends but the world itself is not centered on them, it doesn’t even know they exist. that’s just excellent worldbuilding imo. 

now at this point i want to talk about Jill’s story and please if you haven’t played  VA-11 HALL-A yet and are reading this and you have any thoughts about playing the game please stop here and go play it first I don’t want to spoil this really good story for you.

man i really liked Jill’s story. i had no idea it was coming so the whole thing sidelined me as much as it did Jill when she heard that Lenore died. the way every aspect of the story was handled was so good. i felt the same way Jill did when she lashed out at Gaby for lashing out at her, i felt the same regret she did after she calmed down and realized she screamed at a grieving little girl and i felt the same kind of anxiety she felt when she had a second chance to talk to Gaby and make things right. every note of the story hit for me and it was just good good good. i liked that Jill was able to come to terms with her own poor choices without hoisting all the blame on herself or absolving herself of any wrongdoing either, i liked that she was able to move on and free herself from feeling shackled to her past but was still able to say that she loved Lenore and still does. i liked that it was a gay story even if it was tragic, it was respectful and well written. i also just love love loved how she was able to reconcile with Gaby and start being her big sister again. obviously if you know me you know that’s something i love and so i was extremely pleased with how they were able to continue that relationship. 

just yknow...its like pondsmith said. you cant save the world but you need to be able to save your mother or the apartment you and your friends live in. Jill is able to save herself, save Gaby, not from dying or anything but just like...just from pain yknow. she helps Dorothy save herself and commit to wanting to be with her mother and that in turn helps Anna. she helps Stella and Sei find closure for a traumatic experience in their lives. But even then she can’t save the bar, or save everyone she loves from living in a horrible world. VA-11 HALL-A still closes down in the end but hopefully if you mixed your drinks right everyone you love is able to move forward a little better than how you found them and i think thats pretty damn cool. VA-11 HALL-A is a really good story and its a neat little game. 

oh also i loved Anna she was such a fun presence. make sure you play the Anna chapter after you beat the game!