#you should never trust ANYBODY with this sort of shit

[szoller]

The ‘proshipper vs anti’ thing should have never been something to exist in the first place. I’m being serious. That ruined and desensitized so many cases of victims slowly grooming themselves to think that what they experienced is okay.

It makes me sick as someone who was a minor groomed in said community. Seeing this shit is so concerning to me as someone who wants to have kids in the future.

There’s a HUGE difference between a minor shipping cringey things out of ignorance and an adult who is a victim of abuse desensitizing themselves and putting themselves in danger by surrounding themselves with offenders.

The whole ‘it’s my trauma so this is how I cope’ argument doesn’t apply when you do it in front of random strangers online who probably have abused people just like you; interacting with you not knowing that they’re secretly using you for their fetish.

This shit should be between you and a licensed professional for a reason. Victims are prone to get either abused again or become abusers themselves through this route.

[thewertsearch]

ERIDAN: for all that trainin you did ERIDAN: i wwouldnt be the incredible holy wwizard i am noww wwithout your help […] KANAYA: I Hope You Use Your Magnificent Powers Of Light And Hope For Goodness And Purity And Lets Not Forget Science

At this point. Kanaya is Human Sarcasming better than most actual humans.

ERIDAN: dont wworry im all ovver that shit you dont evven knoww KANAYA: Uh Oh I Hope That Didnt Come Off As Too Sarcastic […] KANAYA: Please Dont Take Too Much Offense ERIDAN: haha damn kan if thats your idea of offense bein made then i honestly gotta fuckin wworry for you ERIDAN: tell you wwhat ill givve you some lessons in dealin out the dark umbrage to repay you for your tutelage in the wwhite science

I think Dave taught Kanaya more about the art of trolling in a single conversation than Eridan could in an entire lifetime.

That guy can troll better than most actual trolls.

ERIDAN: wwhats that thing there KANAYA: The Matriorb KANAYA: I Was About To Go Hatch It In The Core To Restore Our Race ERIDAN: that sounds ERIDAN: hopeful […] ERIDAN: if theres goin to be any sort a hope for our race as the prince of hope i demand to be invvolvved ERIDAN: so dont go anywwhere wwithout me got it […] KANAYA: Fine

I’m all for the construction of neo-Alternia, but I really don't think Eridan should be on the planning committee, unless we also want a neo-hemospectrum.

Honestly, the only trolls I'd really trust to rebuild their society are the bottom half of the hemospectrum, and possibly Gamzee. The other highbloods can go sit in the corner.

ERIDAN: its not magic wwe talked about this kar KARKAT: RIGHT, IT'S POWERED BY SCIENCE, I FORGOT. KARKAT: OR HOPE. WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT MEANS

I don’t see how Hope translates to a robot-exploding beam, though.

If it was wizards he was blowing up, I’d understand, because it would be consistent with my theory that he's weaponizing his hatred of FRAUDULENT MAGIC. If anything, his Science Wand should strengthen a robot, since it's a product of the TRUEST SCIENCES.

ERIDAN: i had a harder time than anybody wwith this game ERIDAN: it wwas really fuckin unfair wwhat challenges i got saddled wwith ERIDAN: i wwoulda fuckin MURDERED for a land full of a lot a harmless brains and fire ERIDAN: but no ERIDAN: it wwas so lonely ERIDAN: hey guys anybody wwant to come hang out wwith me in the land a wwrath and angels

That sounds cool, though. Angels, I assume, are how Hope is represented in his Land, and I’m sure Eridan synergized well with its wrath. I wonder what physical form it took?

ERIDAN: anybody at all i knoww it isnt anythin like one of your flippin land picnics ERIDAN: anybody please ill evven settle for the kittycat shipper cavve girl

You can't complain about loneliness and then insult your ‘friend’ in the same breath. That's not how any of this works, and the fact that you're unaware of this should tell you everything you need to know about why you're lonely.

So Karkat does know about Nepeta’s little crush. He is a relationship aficionado, after all.

Poor Nepeta.

I sort of figured Karkat didn't reciprocate her feelings. He's preoccupied with plenty of other redrom prospects, and he basically never mentions her.

Karkat’s honestly a little too nice to Eridan. He’s being such a bro here, but what Eridan actually needs is to be brought down to size a little.

Granted, I think Eridan needs a bigger shock to the system than an angry tirade from Karkat. I feel like Terezi could tear him to pieces - but since it's unfair to expect her to put up with him alone, I'd put both the Scourge Sisters on this assignment. >:)

What Karkat is aptly demonstrating here is that there’s a difference between an Eridan kind of asshole and a Karkat kind of asshole.

Let's be real, here - Karkat's a dick. But he's a dick who holds no true malice, knows when he's crossed a line, and is willing to sincerely apologize for his past actions, and make amends.

Eridan possesses none of these qualities, which is why he sat alone in his house for a month while Karkat befriended the entire cast.

[marisandini-chu-blog]

My self-indulgence reaction for To Be Hero X Episode 2:

I watch this literally after the first episode. I AM STILL REELING!

Oh, new character. Are you here to stay or are you a one-off?

Lin Ling is obviously having nightmare... SHE'S STILL ALIVE?!

WHAT?!

I swear, don't you go around playing with my feelings here!

Oh, okay. So I was right with the whole fake dating thing.

YES, GIRL! FUCK SHIT UP!!! DO NOT TAKE THIS LYING DOWN!!!

Ngl, I'm vibing with Lin Ling. We're both just falling in love with Gremlin!Xiao Yueqing in real time

For real though, we all deserve to have a someone who will look at us the way Lin Ling look at Xiao Yueqing.

NOT HER BARBEQUEING ON THE PIANO AKSBDJSHAKSH

OmG that's so cuteeee! Lin Ling and Xiao Yueqing are actually getting along! The food fight was adorable. Their laughters were precious. URGH, THEY DESERVE THE WORLD!

Miss J, do you happen to be a romance fan? Because I swear I see this troupe from somewhere...

Holy shit?! Her power warps according to people's belief?!

Okay, okay, hold on. Shit, this is such an interesting implication. It's one thing for fans to fantasize and ship idols. After all, it's supposed to be harmless right? What people imagine should not have had impact on the idols, right?

But in this world, there's a fascinating consequences when your fantasy can warp people's ability and image. Like, I'm pretty sure few fans wanted Xiao Yueqing to have her power tied to Nice. They love her travel blogs after all. It's not like she can't travel and be a power couple at the same time.

Like, what a world to be in where the people don't even know how much impact their belief and fantasy manage to influence the heroes' lifestyle.

And it's not like Xiao Yuenqing can correct them because how can she? How do you convince people to stop believing when the Power of Belief and Trust is literally the source of their power.

Okay, I'm done. Back to the reaction.

One month without the internet?! I could never!!! These people are stronger than me.

But freaking hell, clean youself up, you pigs! You're all adults here! If you can order takeaways, then go and buy yourself some ingridients! I refuse to believe there's no kitchen!!!

Lin Ling! Stop shooting arrows into my heart!!! You're such a sweetheart

For real, I absolutely love what he did with the swing, and they way both of them seem to become genuine friends and enjoy each other's presence.

I'll be honest, I can't say I ship them though. The circumstances doesn't create a healthy relationship for them, but in any other setting, I would totally support them!

Just let them be happy with each other, that's all I'm asking.

Heck, Lin Ling. Go travel the world on your leave and bring Xiao Yueqing with him. If she can't travel where she likes, you go where she wants to go then!

Aaaaw, they went for the marriage. Hope they can be bestie along the way!

A wedding crasher? Awfully convinient but makes sense someone with a vendetta would do that.

"I WANT YOU, NICE" ummm

"You didn't reply my text, my emails, or call me back!" UMMMMM....

"Xiao Yueqing is after Wreck, and Wreck is after Nice. Isn't usually the reversal?" UUUUUMMMMMM?!?!?

I'm sorry... did Nice's ex crash the party?

Wait, is Nice's ex his nemesis?!

What sort of enemy to lover shit is this?!

THE NEMESIS IS A HIRED ACT?!?!

This episode is like someone put all the most popular AO3 troupe in a blender, and manage to make something coherent.

I'm honestly impress with the writing. Despite how fast-pace it is, I can still follow the story

YEAH!!!! LIN LING ADVERTISEMENT EXPERIENCE IS SAVING THE DAY AGAIN!

I'm sorry, I just love it when people's past experience can actually make a difference in a story telling. It makes it that much more compelling in how that Nice can't be replaced by anybody else in the narative

I'm sorry Miss J, but why the hell is your company have an easy time to fake someone's death, not just once but twice?!

Ummm, is this something I'm supposed to take at face value as 'comic logic' or is this not a BIG RED FLAG?!

It should not be this easy to fake someone's death, I swear. The paperwork it would take!!! And does Xiao Yueqing not have anybody who would miss her?! She should not be this on board if she does???

"I know his punch better than anyone" Bro, why is every line you spout is the gayest shit I've heard.

I'm not complaining, but how does one manage to do that with every single line he has?

HOLD UP?! ARE THEY FRIENDS?! ARE THEY ACTUALLY CLOSE?! I WAS HALF JOKING AKSHSJAGAJAHBVNVMVKVK

How does every line Wreck said manage to make this situation even more complicated than the last?

Xiao Yueqing, I love you. But that guy looks ready to kill a bitch

ANIMATION CHANGE LET'S GO!!!

Finally, some Xiao Yueqing action! And she's such a badass.

Once again, I love the creative directions they took for the action sequence and choreography. Animation could only do so much without those two. The way the characters manage to work seemlessly together is also a plus. I love they have that much trust.

Not Xiao Yueqing opening a portal behind her without looking. What a powermove.

Shit, the more we get to know the people around Nai Si. The more we get a better idea for why he wanted to throw himself off the roof. His manager sees him as a product. His "girlfriend" curse him for existing. His bestfriend is forced to fight him and take away his dream of becoming a hero.

And Nai Si can't complain because he's Nice. He's supposed to be the perfect hero.

It's one thing to wear a mask around the crowd

It's another thing to be all alone when the mask is off

Oh wow, Xiao Yueqing "death" actually makes me tearful. That's so good. The way she makes a farewell to Lin Ling was as much as we say goodbye to her. As short we've known her, the show manage to make us want to see more of her. The fact that we might never see her again is, in a way, a bit like death.

Especially for Lin Ling. Not only will he say good bye to his idol. He's saying goodbye to a friend. To the one other person who knows him as Lin Ling and not Nice. Once she's gone, she'll take a bit of his piece with her.

Good writing (I almost wrote nice writing). Nothing much else to say.

AKSGDJSHSJDHDB OMG LIN LING GAVE HIS GIRL HER WISH?!?! I CAN'T WITH HIM!!!!

BE FREE, GIRL!!! YOU HAVE THREE YEARS WORTH OF JOURNEY WAITING FOR YOU!

Oh, hell naw. This asshole again? What's he up to now?

Lower ranking than 249 doesn't make much of a difference, dude.

Ooooooooh, a glimpse of ths evildoer at work. This is getting interesting

Phew, I have a more of a reaction in me than I previously thought. There's so many things I want to question and want answering.

What's with Xiao Yueqing's death at the end of last episode? I refuse to believe in shock value. It came out of nowhere and placed way too deliebrately. There wasn't even a transition or visual change to clue the audience that it's not real. And this show has clearly made a point to be very detail and nuance in their visual story telling.

That death is real. The question is; what undid it?

The doom yaoi is so fast in this episode, it passed by us before we could even go on board.

My favorite thing about this episode has to be on how it manage to subvert the "One Bedroom" troupe. One of the reason why that troupe is so popular is because in any normal circunstance - and given the choice - the heroine would never stay in the same room.

Which is the point of the troupe, to give the characters the opportunity to jumpstart their relationship by being in close proximity.

So TBHX says, "Well, let"s give her the choice" and not surprisingly, she went exit stage right 😂

Which makes her death that much good and bittersweet. Because at the cost of maybe never seeing her again... Xiao Yueqing gets what so few heroine manage to have: the choice to leave the narrative.

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Episode 3 React

[traumatizing-unnamed-ocs]

In a haze

Summary: Hero has a mental break down, Villain is into it Themes: Self-hate, fear of letting people down, not being good enough, all that jazz. Whump, hurt/comfort, so much fucking comfort bc you deserve it <3. This is basically a fix it fic for my own self-worth issues. Also love. If you want love, you get love in here. Possible triggers: Hero is in a major depressive episode, we also have a bit of violence

Hero was faintly aware that they were probably having some sort of crisis. There was a slim hope that it might be something physical, a brain tumor maybe or some slow acting poison. But the sadly more likely explanation was, that the events of the last year had truly messed them up beyond repair, and they would spend the rest of their life slowly falling apart until there would be nothing left.

But until then, they had work to do, and J.U.S.T.I.C.E didn’t care if they woke up every morning filled with dread. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. If they found out how little Hero cared about anything these days, they would probably fire them. And that thought scared Hero enough to keep them going, to keep them working, even if they felt like everything was meaningless.

They hardly even read their assignments anymore. It wasn’t like J.U.S.T.I.C.E trusted them enough to let them do anything actually important, it was always the same. All Hero really needed to know was where to go, and if they were fighting to kill, arrest, or distract. Because of this, they didn’t realize who they were supposed to be facing until they stood facing each other.

“Long time no see”, said Villain, voice dripping with bitter sarcasm. With sudden shame Hero remembered the note Villain had given them months ago, their number scribbled onto it. They had never called. Hadn’t even figured out if they wanted to.

“If you surrender now, J.U.S.T.I.C.E promises a fair trial.” It was the script Hero had learned as a teenager. They had hated it, but now they were thankful for it. They couldn’t think of a single thing to say to Villain.

“A fair trial? Oh come on, J.U.S.T.I.C.E hasn’t given anybody a fair trial since it was created! Just because you call yourself J.U.S.T.I.C.E doesn’t mean you guys aren’t a pay-to-win operation.”

“So a fight then.” Hero sounded apathetic. They knew they did, they had been training to suppress their emotions since even before they joined J.U.S.T.I.C.E. But something about fighting Villain of all people made them feel nauseous. 

“Really? You’re just going to be like that?” Villain dodged Heroes attack easily, more easily than they should. Hero hadn’t planned their move properly. “You could have at least sent me a text, you know? Let me down gently?”

“Sorry.” The word left a rotten taste on Heroes tongue, because they did truly feel sorry. Not exactly for not calling, but for just forgetting. But how could they even start to explain?

“It’s fine.” There was a distinct note of annoyance in Villains voice. Their following attack felt perfunctory. “I mean, we are on opposite sides. I can understand why you wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me. Probably shouldn’t even have given you my number.”

That stung. It was so unexpected, that for a moment Hero forgot what they were doing. Suddenly they were in the air. Then on the floor. Everything hurt.

“Shit.” The voice was faint, muffled by the ringing in Heroes ears. There were hurried steps, and then Villain was bending over Hero, looking concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Peachy”, Hero pressed out.

“Are you sure, because you don’t look good.” Villain was now kneeling down next to them, reaching out. Hero concentrated on not flinching away, or tensing up. They just stayed still, until suddenly there was a soft, warm hand cradling the side of their head. “In my defense, I was expecting you to dodge”, Villain said softly, as they inspected Heroes injuries. “You always had great reflexes.”

“Really?” Before they could think, Hero had locked eyes with Villain. To their utter horror, there was no mockery in Villains eyes, just a hint of confusion.

“Jesus, Hero, hasn’t anybody ever given you a compliment?” Hero didn’t respond. “Great. Well, it seems like you aren’t injured to badly. Just maybe a concussion, some scrapes and bruises… I would tell you to take it easy for a few days, but knowing you, I assume you won’t. So just… I don’t even know. See you at our next fight, I guess.”

With that, Villain stood. Hero kept their eyes trained upwards. There was nothing but skye, the sound of disappearing steps, and a sudden panic filling every fiber of their being. 

“It’s not that I didn’t want to call!” Hero called it towards the sky, not daring to look after Villain. They knew they wouldn’t be able to say it, then. They could hardly do it now. “I just forgot.”

“You get how that’s worse, right?” Despite everything, there was a relief in hearing Villains voice. They couldn’t be more than a few steps away from Hero. They sounded annoyed again, but they were still here.

“I know. And to be honest, I don’t know if I would have asked you out either way. Like you said, we are an opposite sides and all that. But I would have told you. I never wanted to just ignore you. It’s just… everything is so much right now. And I know that I should be used to it, and I am not trying to make excuses, because I know that I should do better. But I just can’t. Not right now. Most days I can hardly remember what day it is.” There was that familiar pain at the back of their throat, and Hero distinctly remembered Villain calling them pathetic. Oh how right they had been. Hero truly was pathetic.

“When was the last time you had a day off?” The question pulled Hero back into the moment.

“I was in a coma for a few days, some time in summer.”

“That doesn’t count. A day off, where you would have been physically and mentally able to work, but actually took that time to relax and take care of yourself.”

“I think… maybe some time before Mentor left?”

“Hero, that was almost a year ago.” 

“Don’t you think I know that? And don’t start with whatever lecture you were about to give me, because believe me, I know! But you don’t know what it is like for somebody like me in a place like J.U.S.T.I.C.E. They didn’t even want me there before Mentor left, and now? They don’t say it, but I know what they all think of me! They think I’m a traitor, and they are just waiting for anything to prove it. One wrong step, and I am out on the street. And I know I shouldn’t care, I should be above it all, I shouldn’t need them so bad, but I do, okay? I can’t be alone again. So if an 80 hour work week is what it takes for me to stay with J.U.S.T.I.C.E, then that’s what I’ll do. And if it kills me, than I’ll at least have somebody to put my name on a gravestone.”

Only when Hero stopped talking, they realized how loud they had gotten. Screaming at the sky like a crazy person, tears in their eyes. Oh god, had they been crying?

Yes. They had been crying.

That was one way to make sure that Villain wouldn’t be mad about Hero not calling anymore. They would probably never want to talk to Hero again.

“Oh sweetheart.” To Heroes absolute horror, Villains voice had gone incredibly soft. It was the tone of voice Hero faintly remembered Mentor using, once in a while, when they had pushed Hero too hard.

“Don’t pity me.” Hero hated how broken they sounded.

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you still here?”

Before answering, Villain gave a long sigh.

“Please don’t make me say it, it’s embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than my breakdown?” Hero was still talking into the sky, feeling strangely calm. For the first time in months, a bit of the haze seemed to have lifted from their mind, and the world was becoming clear. 

“It probably depends on who's the judge, but… since I found your breakdown, as you call it, less embarrassing and more cute with a side of heartbreaking, and there is nobody else here… I guess you will be the one to decide if what I have to say is more embarrassing.”

Hero made a half-attempt of a laugh.

“Well then, confess your sins.”

“Oh I will.” There was something daring in Villains voice, but when they spoke again, they were full of sincerity. “Do you remember our last fight? When you knelt in front of me?”

“You said I looked cute”, Hero recalled.

“That was an understatement.” There was no hint of sarcasm in Villains voice. No, they spoke with the same reverence one might use to quote a religious text. There was something in Heroes stomach that twisted at that. “Can you imagine what it felt like, to have somebody you think so highly of, suddenly kneeling at your feet?” Villain sounded almost dreamy now, and Hero felt choked.

“You thought highly of me?”

“I think highly of you, Hero. I always have. I mean, honestly, it would only take one look at you in a fight. Not only do you simply look amazing, you are also just so good at it. Your technique is near perfect, but then, there is this underlying current of just raw instinct, the kind you can’t learn. The way you choose to never do more damage than necessary, even though you obviously could… it doesn’t just speak of your skill, it speaks of your character. I mean, you know I don’t like J.U.S.T.I.C.E., but if every Hero acted like you, I think maybe I would.”

It took a while until Hero managed to speak after that. What where they even supposed to say, to think, to feel after hearing something like that? Nobody had ever spoken this highly of them.

“You must have been very disappointed, when I knelt in front of you.”

“Oh sweetheart, the opposite. I felt honoured. A little scared, I have to admit. But mostly, I knew that I couldn’t let anybody hurt you, ever.”

“That might have been a bit ambitious.” Hero didn’t know why they were being sarcastic right now, they didn’t want to ruin whatever this moment was, but they didn’t know what else to do.

“Yea, I might have gotten caught up in the moment, I have to admit. But still, I don’t like the idea of you being hurt, except maybe in a fun way. And I might have become a bit, for lack of better word, possessive over the idea of you.”

“So, to sum up what you have just said, and correct me if I’m wrong.” Hero finally forced themself to sit up and look at Villain. They were just standing there, a few feet away, looking down on Hero with a half tender, half pained smile. “You are into bdsm.”

To Heroes utter delight, Villain laughed at that. It was light, earnest and entered Heroes bloodstream like a drug.

“Yes, that sums it about up. So, what’s the verdict? Who of us should be more embarrassed?”

“Well.” Despite Heroes aching bones, they forced themself half up, until they were kneeling again. From this position, they looked up at Villain deliberately. “Does this answer your question?”

“Oh.” And there was the same expression Villain had had last time Hero had knelt, and they were right, it wasn’t pity. Hero was still afraid to name it, but they almost wanted to call it adoration. “You have no idea, sweetheart.”

As Villain took a step closer, Hero felt their heart pounding in their chest. Their breath seemed caught in their chest, and they started feeling light. Especially as Villain reached down to cradle their cheek.

“Give me your phone.” It was an order, spoken like a love confession.

“Why?” Hero still asked, because that had always been their fatal flaw. They always had to ask. But Villain didn’t get annoyed, Villain just smiled.

“So I can put my number in it, and then text myself, so that I have your number. And then I can text you, and we can figure out when in your busy schedule I can buy you that coffee.”

This story featured Hero as Hero and Vigilante as Villain. Will they return?

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 5

i’m sorry i wasn’t here, not just tonight, but every day. i haven’t been here. i know that now.

i know that you just needed me to listen, to hear you. 

maybe you should take a break. and… get help.

where did you find that kind of courage?

i thought if i just kept my head down and followed the rules, everything would be fine.

these people kill with false hope.

sometimes what's painful in the moment is what gets you where you need to go.

i enjoy being better at things than everyone else.

i haven’t felt at home in this world.

remember, i’m still betting on you.

okay, but what about me? i’m not ready.

i would give anything to not give a shit, but i do.

time to forgive yourself, kid. you got a future. you gotta see that now.

some nights are so damn dark. and then they still manage to get darker. 

every time i try to make something right, i always hurt someone.

it’s like i was living for the first time. and once you feel that, you’ll do anything to keep feeling it.

i don’t want you guys to die for me.

i got my rep as the strong, silent type to think about.

we have to be brave in this life we have, simply to exist now.

they can’t hurt me. there’s no one left that i love.

fuck you, you really hurt my feelings.

all we have is what we carry on our backs.

do you trust me or not?

that’s the thing. if they don’t know it was a lie, they get to just live.

i wanted to be brave. i wanted to be more like you.

i’m not brave. i’m a shit person who does shit things because i don’t give a single shit about anything.

so you feel like you didn’t do enough then, now you have to do everything for everyone.

your head is shoved so far up the future’s ass, you’ve completely abandoned the now.

i haven't had a family in a long time, but i have one now.

i fucked it up because i’m fucked up.

you want me to be scared of you. but i’m not.

you shouldn’t come in here. it’s not safe. i’m not safe.

you’re like the most put together person i know.

you can be charming when you’re not angry or hungry.

i didn’t ask for you to rescue me. you did that, for you. 

i’m normal. this is what normal looks like when you’ve had my fucking life.

i don't think it's something you get away with. you still have to live with what you've done.

i’m in this now, and i need to know everything. you owe me that.

how come you never choose me?

you had the guts to do something brave. 

people go through all sorts of stuff, bad things, and they don’t tell anybody.

i worry myself, too.

i just know that i need to make my life count. it’s all i can do.

might’ve been shitty parents, but they’re still your parents.

when we get there, we’ll be different. we’ll be ready. 

you missed me that much?

a lot of hope is dangerous.

i don’t wanna be who everybody thinks i am here. 

it’s the things we love most that destroy us.

you're a good person even with all your bad qualities.

see? we’re good together.

you really think the world’s gonna end?

i’d like for the time i have left on this earth to mean something.

i don’t give a shit anymore. i just want to be a good person.

what if you just want something, and you want it so bad?

i guess we both got what we wanted.

you’re a fucking creep, i’m a fucking catch.

we walked into the darkest place there was, but we did it together.

you’re not bored. your heart’s broken.

i don’t pity you, like at all. i wish i was like you.

she took me straight into the fog of war.

you don’t know everything. and you can’t control me.

you can lie to everyone else, but you can’t lie to me. 

you’re fucking badass.

i love you. can you handle me saying that?

i make a habit of expecting the worst so i won’t get hurt.

i know this is too little, too late, but i’d really like us to be friends.

i sure hope you catch me when i fall. 

why focus on what’s wrong and not what’s right?

your lies, you can’t even keep track of them.

love is a kind of killing, and none of us get out alive.

maybe something good can come from something bad.

there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls. 

remember half an hour ago when you wanted to murder me? 

that’s all we are the whole time, shells with nothing inside.

please, can you just talk to me? anything you need, just say the word.

i keep blaming everyone, but it was me. it was my fault.

yeah, maybe fire and gasoline can hang out.

it is so easy to find yourself in dark places.

what’s right is that i feel something for you that i just don’t feel anywhere else with anyone else.

i’m going to have to take that risk.

you said it yourself, you don’t remember what happened. is it so hard for you to believe you might be innocent? 

you know what the worst part is? i really thought i had good instincts.

you’re right, you don’t owe me shit, but i’m asking you anyway. 

i could’ve been nicer. i could’ve been less of a monster.

we grew apart from each other. we’re two different people now.

you’re both sad and lonely. you’re a perfect match.

maybe we just needed to work through the bad to get to the good.

you were right. everything is cursed.

god, you are so gruesome. 

you take me for everything i’m worth.

it’s okay if you’re scared.

are you trying to get me to forgive and forget?

[broken-glowsticks]

What Once was Mine

Chapter 2 - And then He came.

Genre: Childhood friends, Eventual Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love corner/love triangle, love rivals, Series. Not all chapters will be proofread!!

Warnings: 18+, mdni, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption, additional warnings will be added to individual chapters as needed.

Additional warnings: None

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Seo Changbin was really sweet to you when you started coming around. He had heard about “Jisungs new roommate” but it took a while for you to start hanging out, and even then he saw you making connections with Chan and Felix before him. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he remained aloof until one night he came by to visit Jisung only for you to be the only one home.

You weren’t expecting anybody when he knocked, the sudden noise almost making you drop your phone. You half thought about ignoring your surprise visitor when Changbin knocked again.

‘Guess I should answer’ you idly thought as you made your way to the door. You opened it without even glancing through the peephole and were promptly embarrassed to see who was there. You weren't particularly dressed for company and you felt sheepish to be caught in your coziest stay-at-home clothes.

“Hey.” You said sheepishly.

“Hey, is Jisung here?” He asked directly, craning his neck to peer into the apartment.

“No, uh, I think he's still at work?” Changbin frowned.

“Shit. Okay then… sorry for bothering you.”

“You can wait here if you want.” You suddenly offered before he could even turn to leave. The two of you blinked at each other for a second before you swiveled out of his way, making room for him to enter the apartment.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he said, sliding off his shoes and following you in.

“You… want anything?” You began, slightly distracted by quickly checking your phone before turning off the screen and shoving the device into your pocket. “A snack? A drink? I was about to make some food if you want any.”

“Sure, yeah, I could eat.” He replied awkwardly, making his way into the kitchen with you and sitting at the island counter.

The two of you didn't talk for a while but he couldn't help but notice how every few minutes you kept checking your phone. He didn't want to pry, you two weren't really that close, but you seemed so concerned. So when you had finished cooking and served up your two plates Changbin decided to go out on a limb.

“Waiting to hear from someone?”

“Huh?” Your head snapped up from once again checking your phone. “Uhm, no, not really I guess.”

“You sure? You've been checking your phone every few minutes since I've been here. Is everything okay? I can go if you want.”

“No, no, no! Please don't feel you have to go.” You said, shoving your phone back into your pocket and mentally chastising yourself. You had a guest, you shouldn't be so distracted.

“So, then… nothing’s wrong?” Changbin asked again, digging into his food. You pressed your lips together.

“Well…” you said after a beat, “I didn't say that…”

Changbin looked at you, you could see a sort of calm curiosity on his face but didn't know if you should continue. You didn’t want to just dump all your problems on- well, he wasn’t a total stranger. He was a friend, in a way, you weren’t close, but he was close to people you trusted. So maybe it would be affluent to talk to him?

“You don't have to tell me, but I'm willing to listen.” He said gently, holding your gaze for a moment before turning back to his food.

“I… Well, to start, I got ghosted. I was kind of talking to this guy, I really liked him, but after I really started to open up he just… bailed.” You said as calmly as possible, however being as this just happened recently, that wasn't an easy thing to do.

“I'm sorry to hear that, that's never a good feeling.”

“That's not the worst part. I have this really good friend, we've been together since we were kids. He's the one who set us up, but now I can't even get a hold of him either.” You felt your throat start to tighten and burn as your sorrow started to gather.

“I know he's not ignoring me, I know he's just busy and would be here if he could. I even know that this guy ghosting me has nothing to do with my friend. But even though I know these things, I can't help but be upset that he isn't here. I can't help but be upset cause he's the one who set me and this guy up. And then I just feel so guilty for being so upset at him at all when he just wanted to do something good for me!” At this point you couldn't help but start to cry, your face falling into your hands as your silent sobs racked your frame.

Changbin didn't hesitate, pulling your chair closer to his and wrapping his arms around you. He held you tightly, and you turned into him, unabashedly crying into his shoulder. He didn't say a word, he didn't need to, he simply let you wet his shirt and pet your hair soothingly until you had gotten it all out of your system. Once the bulk of your crying was done, with only the occasional sniffle here and there, did he finally let you go.

“Feel better?” He asked gently, earning a flush of your cheeks and a small nod as a reply. He smiled.

“Good, want me to reheat your food? I don't mind.” Once again nodding you watched as Changbin stood, taking your two plates to the microwave.

As he busied himself with that you heard your phone vibrate on the countertop. Grabbing it in a flash you turned on the screen, still hoping for a text from Hyunjin, however all you had gotten was one from Jisung instead. You felt disappointed, but surprisingly not as much as you would have just moments before.

Baby Quokka: Hey, is Changbin there?

Yeah, we're having a late lunch. Where are you???

Baby Quokka: Working overtime. Tell Changbin sorry for me, or at least tell him to answer his damn phone.

You chuckled, calling over Changbin and showing him the conversation thread as he brought you your warmed up plate of food.

“Shit. I didn't realize he called.” Changbin said after pulling his phone from his pocket and seeing he had a couple missed calls and a text from Jisung. “Well… there go our plans for the night.”

“What were you two going to do?” you asked in between bites of food.

“Hang out, go see a movie, maybe hit a bar.” He shrugged, popping his own plate into the microwave.

“Well… you want to hang out with me? I was just gonna stay in with some movies and ice cream but-”

“We can do movies and ice cream.” He said with a sweet smile. You couldn't help but think of how cute he looked.

“Oh, okay, uhm Legally Blonde okay?” You asked as you continued to eat. He flashed you a grin.

“I love that movie.”

Ever since that night, you two grew increasingly close. There was just something about how effortlessly cute he could be, how confident he was, how he didn't care if he looked “girly” or silly. Changbin was unapologetically himself, and you couldn't help but be drawn to him. You couldn't help but hope he felt the same.

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Back in highschool, when Hyunjin started prioritizing his friends and flings over spending time with you, Jisung was the new friend who made everything better. He grew to sort of dislike Hyunjin because he saw how little Hyunjin seemed to care for the affection you so readily wanted to give him. The dislike simmered to a distrust as Hyunjin re-entered your life and Jisung told himself that he would do better for you. He was the best friend he could be to you because you were the best friend he had and when Jisung later met Chan he made it a point to introduce the two of you. He also made sure to do the same with Felix and later Changbin.

If Jisung was honest, he knew what type of friendship you and Hyunjin had. He never judged you for it, he never let on that he knew, but secretly he harbored hope that you would end up with someone amazing and forget about Hyunjin. He especially hoped you would fall for one of his friends. They would treat you so well, so much better than Hwang Hyunjin ever could, they would treat you like everything you ever deserved to be treated as.

So when Jisung noticed a spark starting to flicker between you and Changbin, he made it his mission to fan that spark into a flame.

For a while there he tried everything he could: inviting the guys over, working over time at the recording studio and asking Changbin to check on you on his way home, bringing work over from home as an excuse to get Chan and Changbin around more, inviting you to hangouts at Chan's Apartment, and anything else he could think of. Sometimes it would work, but most times not so much.

The only thing that made him feel accomplished was when he noticed you had Changbins number. He picked up on it the night he legitimately had to work late with a group in the booth and couldn't meet up with Changbin to hang out. When he questioned you he was more than giddy to learn you two stayed in together, watching movies and eating junk food until late.

“Shame I had to miss, but it makes me really happy to know you're getting chummy with my friends Y/N.” This earned him a shy smile and it was then he knew things were going the way he wanted.

Jisung continued to watch the two of you for a few more weeks after that. He could tell that despite there being chemistry, you and Changbin were still hesitating. He needed you two to spend more time with each other, stat. That leads you to tonight.

Jisung had been begging you for weeks to hang out with him and the guys again. Because he worked at the recording studio with Chan and Changbin, it was easy to spend time with them. Felix being cursed with morning classes at collage made it convenient for him to join in the evenings. You, however, were more difficult as your boss seemed to make it his life's mission to get you to work as much as possible. So when you said you had an open weekend he made you promise him you'd come. It was all perfect, until late Friday afternoon when that damn Hwang Hyunjin called.

He knew the moment he looked over and saw the name on the screen that you'd go, you hadn't seen him in person in months. As much as he didn't really like the guy, he knew you still adored him and he knew how happy getting to see him made you. So instead of trying to convince you not to go, he made sure to remind you of your promise instead.

“I’m still going to be there Ji, it's not until Sunday, it'll be fine.” You had said. He decided to believe you but now he was starting to get nervous. It was almost time to meet the guys at the karaoke joint and you still weren't home. He tried texting you hours ago but the automated reply indicated you had turned on drivers mode.

With a sigh he rubbed at his eyes and temples. At least you were on your way, he told himself, he would rather you be late then not show up altogether. He clenched his teeth, a small fissure of doubt making hope you really were on your way and not still tangled up in bed with him.

“Snap out of it!” He berated, making himself shaking off the doubt. You wouldn't do that, you're not like that, it's not like you're in love or obsessed with this guy. You're just friends… with benefits, no big deal.

With that reassurance Jisung snagged his keys and shot you one last text saying to meet him there before heading off. He called Chan while on the road to tell him that he was on his way and learned that Changbin was already there. Upon arriving at the karaoke joint he was surprised to see your car there. When he got inside he scanned the lobby in search of you, only to be more than pleasantly surprised.

He saw you and Changbin sitting rather closely next to each other in a corner of the lobby. Whatever you two were talking about, you both seemed to be very invested.

“I'm not interrupting anything, am I?” He asked cheerily, startlingly you and Changbin apart. “Oh no, please, don't pull away on my account.”

“Ji, hi! I- uh- was just about to call you!” You said, holding up your phone, your cheeks slightly flushed.

“Suuuuure you were.” Jisung replied impishly, grinning from you to Changbin, who only smirked and shrugged his shoulders in reply.

“Well, whatever, just don't start making out when we inevitably get wasted.” Jisung said.

“Let's try and save that for later, okay?” Chan's voice suddenly rang from behind Jisung.

“Yay, we're all here!” You say as you give a hug to Chan and Felix who came with him. “Let's go sing!”

After checking in with the girl at the front desk the five of you made your way to your karaoke room, ready for a night of fun, songs and friends. You all had a rule, however, to hand your phones and keys over to one person who was going to stay the most sober out of everyone. It was usually a fight to see who would be the designated “responsible one”, that honor usually falling onto Chan. Not tonight however.

“You, Han?” Chan asked, surprised.

“You always do it Chan, you deserve a chance to have fun too. Seriously, I don't mind.” He did sweetly, holding out his hand to receive Chan's phone and keys.

“I don't really get drunk anymore.” Chan said despite still handing over his keys and phone.

“Then think of this as a night where you don't have to worry.” Jisung responded as he made his way around the group.

“Look at you, being responsible.” You quipped as you handed over your phone, just barely missing a text from Hyunjin, one muted because you had yet to turn off drive mode.

“I can be responsible sometimes Y/N,” Jisung replied in a childish tone before collecting the final persons stuff. “Okay, I got everyone's phone? Yes? Good, let's party!!”

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Ahhhhh, ok, chapter 2. I swear to God this is a Hyunjin×Reader fic buuuuut I really wanted some drama and felt like there weren't many Changbin fics that really show off how cute and goofy the guy can be (if anybody knows of any please recommend!) I totally would trust him with my drink at a bar.

Also I TOTALLY posted this early on accident but only by 2 days so whatever...

Taglist: @groovygroovyhyunjin @hhwangsmoon

[bitedownme]

In the last two actual art pieces, now lovingly called “My puppet, your vessel” and “Maestro”, I put a lot of thought. Maybe a little too much as you’re going to see now, because we’re talking about the first one! The latter is making me confused as well, but maybe one day I’ll make similar rant. Or maybe not, better not.

This entire piece does not need context, but, hey, everyone here is being “normal” about SK and Jeser in particular. I have to put my own share of thoughts and I am putting them now, at *checks notes* 2AM. Someone has to be as normal about HK and Ambassador as people here are about SK! And if no one will be, than I WILL BE!

I still need to explain how we got to the image of Ambassador lovingly holding Hanged King’s face. Can I just *places the cut* there we go.

The lyrics I chose for this image should probably speak for themselves, although I have to elaborate that they’re said from Ambassador’s perspective.  They are one of a kind, this is no doubt, as both King and Ambassador are probably a duo you won’t see anywhere, with the first being feared by many for valid reasons and the latter having a reputation of literally speaking and acting on behalf of their King. Ambassador acts like a “Vessel” for a King’s will because the King, while still remains their “Puppet” as everyone here has a role, don’t you dare fuck it up, is not powerless. There we go, an explanation for lyrics choice. Sounds good?

It’s about to get worse, because the part of the song, despite being about Venom and I didn’t know it for two weeks, I associate way too much with them both. This.. is not related to the art itself, so if you don’t want to hear it - I give some more stuff about the piece after the image. Anyway.

For starters: "Thought I was one of a kind, but I'm nothing special / What's under the pantomime? A puppet, a vessel?": Who the hell is Ambassador, really?

“Lights off, anybody home? / Through the window, saw you in there / Hear me knockin' 'cause I'm awful cold / The long road got me winded”: Shocking, but they’re not from King’s kingdom and most likely to be called a traveler of some sorts.

“I'm from another part of town, but we're kindred”: Listen, I don’t know why, but I am 50% sure that at least somewhat Ambassador is not from god knows where, unless it is literally from the place called “God-knows-where” and God definitely doesn’t know about it. Like, somewhere nearby because Kingdom is fucked up to the end. Here it is Neverland, there it is Neverwhere. Wait…

Or you can ignore that and just assume that, they’re both immortals at the very least so that checks out enough. Plus they did got his trust pretty quickly.

“Trust me, if you shut me out and lock the door / The big, bad wolf will blow it off the hinges”: Don't even want to think of the implications of that.

We'll ignore the "Don't tell anyone about me / Hope you're good to keep a secret" part because it... it doesn't... fit.... unless! (NO)

"I can show you worlds without the boundaries / When you're broken, I'm moldin' all the pieces / Lost your better half, want to get it back? / I'm the better half you thought you never had / Drop whatever plans your conscience ever had / Stop pretendin' that you're not already bad": I like how it just makes Ambassador into a trusted Advisor from the start, but slowly degrades into manipulating a God into believing their schemes. Not that They would go against the King… obviously… Do I need to remind that Ambassador technically hanged him themselves? No? Good, because it gets worse.

"Let me in / I wanna crawl under your skin": HELP

I am in the middle of writing this post and I probably look like this after explaining the lyrics. I feel like this honestly.

“I’ve connected the dots” “You didn’t connect shit” No, I did, you just need to be in my place, I am losing my mind!

Anyway, about an actual art piece. I tried too hard to show off some weird things, but I am very proud of it in the most wicked way possible. Hanged King’s face and tentacles are darker than the darkest shadows around (the majority at least). I also tried to show his face as hollow, although you can see if you look closely that the tentacles actually come from inside, wh-…whatever that inside is.

Each eye looks forward, directly at the camera - at Ambassador, who’s holding his head so he looks at them. And he does, WITHOUT HATE. Each this small eye, this small remaining glimpse of his divine power looks forward with no negative emotion. Longing? Curiosity? Or maybe nothing at all! After all the entire exchange or whatever happened after he returned to his throne with the help of Ambassador (who was watching his execution and him till the day he got “free”), so he probably is numb as hell. Or he just doesn’t have anything to feel anymore, not yet at least, he needs to recover before he can get violent.

And after that? After they retract their hands carefully away, the last remaining corporeal evidence of Hanged King’s existence just disappears. Every single eye, that spark of his divinity (remember his Unhanged form? These all-seeing eyes he used to watch over his realms? Yes, them), closed one by one. Tentacles move back into what is now a “hole” in his existence. And he just… leans back in immense fatigue over somehow coming back to life, or never exactly dying at all. Who knows! I don’t know! I AM THE AUTHOR OF THIS INTERPETATION OF THEIR CHARACTER AND I DON’T KNOW! He fucking hates them and yet couldn't do anything about it moments after he was brought to this! I swear I made their relationship more confusing than it should have been!

*INHALE*

I am done.

[gemharvest]

Gf for the character thing ? :] or maybe Nene if you received her already

I HAVEN'T RECEIVED HER YET THANK YOU !!!!!!!!! I'll do Nene too, I'll just make it her own post after posting this. :J

favorite thing about them: I love her dumbgirl swag. There's something so special to me that both her and Boyfriend are fuckin'. Dumb As Rocks. ALSO I LOVE THAT SHE'S CANONICALLY AN ARTIST that's such a sweet thing to me. I would pay one morbillion dollars for a GF commission (because she has no idea how they work).

least favorite thing about them: I WANT HER TO DO MOREEEEHGNJFN.. Like she's probably done as much as BF has so that's not a critique of the game, I just wanna see her do more. Because I love women. Oh also I think they should remake every canon piece depicting her and make her canonically fat. I often forget she isn't fat in canon and then I feel sickly when I look at like, the volume 1 cover and she's thin. W-Whe';re h.er tumm-.my go..,m,l,l,...,, <- sorry for crytyping but it fits.

favorite line: That's how you do it! <- I was gonna jokingly just go up down left right but then I remembered she says that in the tutorial. And I quote it to myself all the time so.

brOTP: Y'know what, similar to BF, I think a GF & Darnell friendship would be fuckin' s-tier. I often think abt this post Keyy made tbh. I know that's specifically the Funkycule AU and pup has them in a QPR but I do think abt it often. Also, before I was a romantic PicoGF guy my interpretation of RGB had Pico & GF as just friends, probably closer friends the longer they're in their relationships with BF cuz like, bonding over a shared partner or smthn LMAO so I'll give an honorable mention to Pico & GF friendship.

OTP: WOag. RGB. Wow I've never heard of that before. How many times can I joke about RGB being my OT3 for this game before it gets annoying LMAO anyways. I ALSO REALLY LOVE GFNENE I wish they had more fics. So bad. I'm actually shocked by how bare their tag on AO3 is. They weren't lying, fandom does hate femslash. /hj

nOTP: Is there anyone out there who actually ships her with Senpai. I think that'd be my only answer ALSO YOU KNOW WHAT. I chickened out on saying it with BF but I also consider BF and Senpai a nOTP but like, I DON'T HATE ANYBODY WHO SHIPS IT. OF COURSE. I don't think it's "problematic" to ship Senpai with either of them it's just, like, the most thought I have on Senpai is that I want to kick sand into his eyes. So that feeling doesn't really translate into a desire to see him shipped with anyone. I'm sorry to anybody who ships Senpai with either of them, I respect your grind, it is just sooooo not for me.

random headcanon: This headcanon is like, so deep into my personal GF characterization/ fuckin'. AU. If you wanna call it that atp. BUT ANYWAYS. Fuck this is gonna need quick background hold on. The canon explanation for her looking human iirc is literally just "true love" or whatever tf. But that's not as fun to play with. So instead I like to write her as being ashamed of being a demon, especially because of her parents' actions, so she masks her demon traits. And she reaaaalllly does not like letting them slip through, especially around a specific person (this is foreshadowing for something idek if I'll get to any time soon Sorry). BUT! She is on a limit for how long she can hide her demon traits until doing so starts to hurt her, either through draining her energy or like, it causing physical damage to continue hiding parts of her. And while she trusts Pico & BF, she's still got shit that she's just. Not. Sorting out. So when she feels she's about to reach a limit with it she locks herself away to rest until she's well enough to continue like normal. Girlie No (guy who is writing her to do this) (don't worry I'm going to also write her getting better abt this) I'm gonna eventually have to make a "Karl's Personal FNF Demon World Building" master-post or whatever just cuz this shit is so fun for me to work with Idk.

unpopular opinion: GEH once again idrk if this is an unpopular opinion but I've been using this to just. Complain. About stuff I have seen and disagree with so whatever I'm continuing the trend. Like Pico, I feel like I see. So many. Interpretations of her that just feel Wrong. Like I see people make her The Smart One or like. Dominant Girlboss with little substance beyond that. And it's like. Cool, yay, I love fandom misogyny. FUCK it's probably still rotting in my drafts but forever and always my reaction to this phenomenon with her is "This girl gets her hand stuck in peanut butter jars trying to eat pb with her hands. This is your Smart One?" and I should get it out of my drafts bc I'm real for that. DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ME WHEN I SAY THIS BTW. Interpretations that smarten up BF to the same degree do not flag this to me. When making more serious fanworks with these guys, you're gonna have to give them more smarts than canon will. My issue is specifically when I have seen people still write in a degree of stupidity with BF and then just. Don't? Do the same with GF?

song i associate with them: Very basic but I think the sound is cute with her. My secondary answer would be Nelward - "Werewolf" but that's more of a. Specific Instance. That I don't want to elaborate on. grins

favorite picture of them:

Like literally all of them The Fuck you're making me choose? /silly Here's the fruits of me looking through her wiki gallery:

^ If I had to pick a single favorite, it'd be those panels from the Nendoroid comic. She was real for that. Anyways FUCK I love her. Statements improved when you remember I'm Boyfkin LMAOOOOOO..

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Evie (Ace!Tav) Playthrough Day 4

(I love Evie in this fit)

Day 1… Day 3- Day 5

Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) Masterlist

For the uninitiated, I wrote a Tav well before I ever had a chance to play the game. Now, I finally can and thought it might be fun for my first play through to be as that Tav. Or, at least as much as the game play will allow me.

These are just some of my notes and scattered highlights that I thought would be fun to share.

Let me know if you think if I should continue this and any suggestions you might have.

So much happened you guys holy shit!!!

Technically this is a combination of two days, since I didn't have time last night and figured I'd wait until after I played some more today (there is just so much of this game I feel like two hour sessions barely scratch the surface)

First off, it took me way too long to figure out how to deactivate the traps in the back cavern in the Emerald Grove

Legitimately nearly died twice; if it weren't for my saves I would have

Not ashamed to admit, I needed to google it; I have never claimed to be a "gamer"

Still got it sorted (and if anybody knows how to get to that center bit in the middle of the cavern, please let me know)

After that decided to go after best girl Karlach

Ran into the Owl Bear cave first and I am upset

I *really* didn't want to kill the Owl Bear mama, but even with non-lethal damage the cub still eats it's mother; seems like it all is the same in the end

I'm now thinking more and more that Evie and Shadowheart get to be good friends; Evie takes a more benefit of the doubt approach to people, and I don't think she knows enough about the Gods and Shar specifically to have many thoughts on the subject

I've been purposefully handing all the books and other info to whoever else is there so Evie doesn't get the info from reading

Lae'zel and Shadowheart are also majorly at each other's throats in the first act

Lae'zel also would not be a fan of Evie; Evie comparatively talks way too much for Lae'zel's taste (+11 to Persuasion will do that to a person) (did I mention I love bards)

Did eventually get to Karlach and she's so great guys! I knew I was going to love her, but I *love* her

She deserves to wreck the Paladins of Tyr hide out, as a treat

(That one bitch was giving me so much trouble, thank God for Wyll's Eldritch Blast or we would have been spending all our actions just trying to keep up)

I am once again faced with not being able to punch a ginger bitch because of *consequences*

Also, I hate all the options they give you when talking to Wyll after he's transformed into a devil

None of this is what Evie would say to him!

Either way though, I am secure in the fact that Wyll would like Evie (even if he's not a fan of her trust in Astarion)

So, one long rest later and we're heading towards the Blighted Villiage; Astarion, Gale and Karlach in toe

Came across the boar and Astarion really is so suspicious

I also think at this point Astarion really doesn't know what to make of Evie; placing her in category bleeding heart no doubt and not certain of her abilities

She's a good talker, as she's able to convince the goblins to let them pass without a fight

On the other hand, she did assists Gale with his little problem, sacrificing a necklace of Dancing Lights

Also it doesn't help that she was nice to a gnome

I think what starts to change his mind though is when they meet Raphael on the road

I really do wish you could give Gur as a background, because even if Evie didn't grow up in the caravan, I do think just culturally she'd pick up on stuff

Not trusting devils I'm sure is top of the list

I wasn't expecting to have Evie so viscerally mistrusting of Raphael, but it felt right to play it that way

I'm not sure who he'd remind her of in her past, but I do think there is something beyond just him being a devil that rubs her the wrong way

Either way, her rejection of a devil's bargain that would not only enslave her, but likely them as well, even in exchange for a cure does re-color some things

Not sure where to insert this in the grand scheme of the narrative, but Evie did let Astarion open the door on the orger and hobgoblin

Evie's talking did not help in this situation

I know the narrative makes it clear what's happening, but I'm thinking Evie might have had a random ace blind spot moment

Like she's not totally naive about sex, but when it's usually the last thing on your mind (and you just talked with a devil), it's not the first thing you picture at the sound of banging

Not her smoothest moment; (honestly the sudden violence is a god send for everyone not to ask her more questions about it)

Either way, went back to the grove with some of the infernal iron and got Karlach stabilized at least

I love Karlach and Wyll's friendship, I support wholesome ships; low key starting to ship her with Dammon though

He's real cute, Karlach deserves a nice guy, and you know he'd roll with the punches

Another long rest later and we're here

The scene

I've been thinking about the build up to this scene

Obviously we know in origins it's after Astarion has a vision of Cazador and wanting to push the limits of his new found freedom by going against one of his rules

But I keep coming back to why Evie

Astarion can likely smell something being wrong with Gale's blood, Wyll just turned into a devil and would likely kill him, Karlach's blood is literal fire, and Lae'zel would also absolutely kill him

That leaves Shadowheart and Evie

Shadowheart is a big question mark to him; she follows Shar, maybe she might even like being bitten

But then there's Evie who has shown time and time again that she wants to help

This is about survival after all, and it would only be a taste

IDK, exploring it; add it to the list of possible future fics

But Evie obviously does wake up and does allow Astarion to bite her

As for Evie's motivations as to why, yes, Astarion is a prickly bastard, but he's in the same boat as the rest of them

If he wanted to hurt them, surely he would have done it by now

She recognizes the look in his eyes, Gods know she's worn it enough; the man is starving, the fact he hasn't done anything until now says a lot

This is definitely the shift in her and Astarion's relationship where they start to actually warm up to each other

So next morning gang wakes up, Evie stands up to Astarion saying she trusts him and heads out again towards the goblin camp; Shadowheart, Astarion and Lae'zel in toe

So Evie's current standing with the party;

Gale has disclosed his condition and gotten the first magical item; high rating with Evie, thinks of her as somebody who he can not only trust, but as someone who has shown bravery and true kindness (not to mention eloquence); maybe starting to form an...appreciation

Wyll has turned into a devil and certainly likes Evie, but maybe a little doubtful in her trust in Astarion and some dealings with the goblins

Shadowheart; genuinely trusts Evie as she's revealed her ambitions as a follower of Shar, and used the artifact in front of Evie in order to protect them from the influence of The Absolute (also might be starting to crush on her, but Evie has not been taking the opportunity to flirt)

Karlach: too soon to tell, but seems like a good person

Lae'zel: not a fan, too weak willed and doesn't know her place; talks too much

Astarion; unsure, certainly knows he can trust her now, to an extent; still too much of a bleeding heart, but then again, it's helped him; at the very least she knows to draw the line with devils and willing to kill to stay alive, over all a fair ally to have

Oh! I can't believe I forgot about my new best boy!

Scratch!

[crabdrabbles]

Here's Chapter 5 for @pricegazweek week! Chapters: 5/7 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price Characters: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price (Call of Duty) Additional Tags: Presumed Dead, Blood and Injury

I know I'm a few days behind, but I should hopefully finish the remaining two chapters by Wednesday <3

“I expected... more from not just one– but two SAS soldiers.”

“Undo these ropes and I’ll show you exactly what we’re capable of.” Price spat, very much a spitting image of a large, and furious, animal. Gaz, who was kneeling beside him, remained quiet– but his eyes burned with a rage that matched that of his captain’s. 

Poor intel was part of the job, gaps missing in the portfolio, sending soldiers in blind– shit like that happened. It was Price’s entire job to adapt to any situation thrown at him– to change plans at the drop of a hat. To keep his men safe. There was only so much he could do when intel was not only flawed, but falsified completely. And Price had led himself and Gaz right into danger with little to no backup. 

‘Just routine.’ he had said to Ghost after his Lieutenant had asked if he needed him and Soap on standby. ‘We should manage just fine.’

‘Something doesn’t feel right about this, Price.’ Ghost had said as he poured over the copious amount of files and reports– months worth of investigations and surveillance. 

‘Intel’s from one of Laswell’s agents. I trust her judgement.’ SImon had looked like he wanted to say something more but Price had brushed it off. If it was important, then the mancunian would have spoken his mind without a second thought. He should have pushed him– pressed him to speak his mind because then maybe he and Gaz wouldn’t be stuck in this situation– at the mercy of some greed driven arms dealer. Even as they were climbing into Nik’s heli, Simon had that look on his face– the one that said something wasn’t quite right. Why didn’t Price ask? He had never had a problem listening to his men before, appreciating any input anybody had– he wouldn’t have shut Simon down. He would have brought all four of them on the mission if the Lieutenant was that worried. 

Although, that may have meant all of the team would have been captured instead of just half. Hindsight was a petty bitch and, if Price got out of this alive, he would have to have a stern word with her. And maybe Laswell, too, to watch her agents a little more closely. He flexed his hands, tensing to feel the knot wrapping around his wrists. If given enough time, some leeway, and a little bit of luck, he might be able to shimmy his way out of them. He just needed to keep Sergey talking. It must have been the bastard’s first capture, because the idiot had left most of their gear on in his haste to get them tied up and kneeling. Amateur.

“What do you want from us?” Gaz asked and Price’s eyes flicked over to his lover, worry flashing for only a moment before he schooled his expression back into a mask of fury. 

“Information.” The arms dealer, Sergey, said. Sergey was a sickly looking man– wiry yet fat in all the wrong places that made his body bulge in strange parts. He wore an ill fitting suit that was clearly too small for his size but also somehow managed to look too big at the same time. In all honesty, he looked exactly what one would expect when thinking of what an arm’s dealer would look like– right down to the untrustworthy moustache. Not to mention he looked like he was almost constantly constipated and, from the way he was holding the pistol in his shaking hand, he had never wielded a weapon before. Ironic– a man who had never sampled his open products that he was illegally shipping off to the highest bidder. Not one to get his hands dirty– but more than happy to dip them in blood. 

“What sort of information?” Price spoke up before Gaz could open his mouth back up. Attention on me, Price’s face screamed. Don’t look at him. Look at me. The more attention on him, the less likely that Gaz was going to be put in harm's way. Price could deal well enough with being tortured and interrogated– could handle it better than the sergeant. 

“Just a little bit of information, that’s all I want, and I’ll be happy to let you both go. And, depending on what you give, you may walk away with heavier pockets.”

Of course a man like Sergey would offer a bribe in exchange for information and freedom. Price expected that from someone who had never been told ‘no’ his entire life. If Price had taken every bribe thrown his way in the past 20 odd years, he would have been able to afford a private island with a complimentary private jet. Maybe one of those fancy yachts, too, so he could go out fishing in the ocean. With the amount of money he could have got, he’d be buying private islands for each individual fish he caught. 

“Cold of you to assume we’ll give you anything.” He continued slowly, clenching his hands into fists and straining subtly to fight the rope. His wrists would be red raw by the end of the night but if it got them out alive he’d take a bullet too for good measure. Just a little more…

“I imagine that you will. I can be quite… persuasive.” Gaz snorted to Price’s left and he sent a scathing look his sergeant's way. Antagonising the man holding the gun was the last thing that they wanted right now.

“And if we don’t?”

“I kill you both.” An emphasis on his words with a point of his pistol to Price. He was shaking, the metal rattling from his trembling. Jesus wept– had he ever even held a gun before? 

There– he could feel the ropes loosen ever so slightly, just enough for him to start sliding his thumb through. It would be uncomfortable and quite painful, but it was enough. 

“Then you get nothing.” Panted through clenched teeth, masking his pain for anger.  “Go on, then, shoot me.”

“No. I still need you, Captain. Your friend, however…”

Before anyone could do so much as blink, the gun moved to point at Gaz in all its shaking glory. Two clear shots rang out– followed by a body hitting the ground. Price’s heart kicked into gear– blood rushing in his ears, heart hammering against his ribs as if trying to jump out of his very chest in order to get to– 

Gaz.

Price stared at the motionless sergeant, eyes wide and every instinct in his body screaming at him to move– to check on him. A small puddle of blood was already forming underneath Gaz’s body. No. No, no, no, no–

“Gaz!”

Read the rest on AO3!

[barkovsasha]

i said one and i got three so i'm gonna do a bit of a longer snippet than i normally would plus some explanation behind it. i don't know where the inspo for this fic came from other than one day i said hey. what if i wrote girl!jo. and then this happened. enjoy <3 under the cut because it's far longer than i intended

“So,” Mikko starts as he drops into Ross’ stall, catching Jo by surprise, “did you think about him last night?”

Jo’s eyes are wide as she turns her head to look at Mikko.

“I knew I should never have told you about that.”

And yeah, actually, why had she done that?

Oh yes. She was drunk. After watching Nate take home yet another random girl at a bar. Of course, how could she forget?

“It’s not a big deal.”

Jo would beg to differ.

“Seriously, Jo,” Mikko says, clearing his throat.

She has an awful feeling she’s not going to like what Mikko is about to say.

“Thinking about somebody else so you can get off is totally normal. I think.”

Jo blinks.

Looks away.

Looks back.

Yeah, no, he’s really sitting there. This is a real conversation that is happening. These are words actually leaving Mikko’s mouth right now.

“I need you to never say those words again. To me or anybody else.”

After a beat, she adds, “in fact, don’t even think them.”

Mikko’s laughing as she says it.

He’s actually laughing like this is all some sort of joke.

Well, he’d be half right, her life is quite the joke lately.

“Come on, Jo. Lighten up. It’s a little bit funny.”

“Is it?”

Jo’s eyes are wide, like she’s feral for a minute as she leans in, hand on Mikko’s thigh to steady herself. She’s leaning over until she’s practically in his lap, half across Ross’ stall.

“It’s just so hilarious to you that the only way I can have an orgasm lately is to imagine Nate is the one doing shit to me. Which, like, is its own fucking thing because he’s my best friend. But also it’s actually, you know, really fucking unfair to the guy I’m fucking, too.”

Mikko’s mouth opens to reply but Jo shakes her head and clamps her hand over his mouth.

“Sure, they might not ever care if they found out but I would care if I slept with somebody and found out they were thinking of another person. Wouldn’t you?”

Her hand doesn’t move from his mouth so all Mikko can do is nod, gaze softening as he looks at Jo.

“Uh… guys?”

Both Jo and Mikko’s heads turn to look at Ross, standing awkwardly a couple feet away from them.

Shit.

Jo pulls away from Mikko, settling back in her own stall, rubbing her hands over her thighs.

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re good… Everything okay?”

Jo isn’t sure she even trusts herself to answer, but it doesn’t matter. Mikko’s already getting up, grinning as he claps Ross on the shoulder.

“All good. Jo was just showing me something.”

She dreaded to think what Ross must be thinking right now because what the hell could Jo have been showing Mikko like that?

Not wanting to be subject to any jokes or more laughter, Jo picks up her phone and leaves the locker room, pointedly not looking any of the guys in the eye.

[razieltwelve]

Stress Relief (Final Rose AU?)

"Look," Vanille said to Blake. "I'm not saying that you have to go out there and bang the first girl you meet, but you need to do something."

The cat Faunus glared. "Why? I've managed pretty well so far on my own and with... you know... stuff to help me."

Vanille sighed. "Blake, sex isn't just a physical thing. It's an Aura thing too. You're at an age now where your body craves both a physical connection and an Aura connection, which you're not going to get on your own or with mechanical assistance."

"..." Blake's eye twitched. "So I just have to... to... go out and have sex with someone?"

"No." Vanille sighed. "There are drugs I can give you that can completely suppress this. But they do have side effects, and long-term use isn't exactly safe. That's why many Faunus in your position establish friends with benefits relationships to manage this sort of thing."

"What did you do?" Blake asked.

"Me?" Vanille shrugged. "I wrote a paper that proved that Lumina and I were meant to be. It must have worked because she agreed to go out with me, and the rest is history."

"I can't even... what?" Blake sighed. "I can't do that."

"The drugs should be fine if you only take them when things get really bad, but is there anybody you'd be comfortable going to for something like this?" Vanille paused. "If there isn't, I can ask around. Not to put too fine a point on it Blake, but I think there would be plenty of Faunus around your age who would be happy to help you."

"Oh." Blake flushed. "I... maybe. Can... can I try asking them first?"

Vanille nodded. "Sure. And, like I said, we can manage this with drugs if we absolutely have to. Honestly, you're a bit unlucky. I've never seen anyone with such an elevated hormone response. Most Faunus don't have it even a quarter as bad as you do."

"... good for them, I guess."

X X X

Weiss wasn't sure what to think when Blake called a team meeting. Team meetings were usually for important matters that affected all of them, and most of those tended to be mission related. However, they didn't have any missions lined up over the next two weeks.

What she hadn't expected was for Blake to basically proposition the lot of them.

"Uh..." Yang blinked. "That's... that's really shitty for you, Blake. Fuck. I mean... that's pretty fucking bad."

"Believe me, I know." Blake covered her face with her hands. "I just... look... I trust you guys. I... I love you guys. You're my best friends, and, look, if I need to do this, I can't really... you know... imagine anybody else that I'd rather do it with."

Ruby was still staring at the floor, her face even redder than her cape.

"Weiss..." Blake said quietly. "I absolutely do not want you to feel like you have to do anything. If you say no, I won't hold it against you or think worse of you. I'm just... I'm desperate and..."

Weiss looked at Blake. She was more than just a teammate. She'd become one of Weiss's dearest friends, someone she trusted with her secrets and her life. And seeing her like this, seeing her so painfully vulnerable...

"Blake," Weiss said quietly. "It's fine." She reached out and took Blake's hands in hers. "I... I would very much like to help you with your problem."

Blake's mouth opened and closed for a moment. "What?"

Yang chuckled. "Shit... I never thought you had it in you, Weiss. Well, you go, girl!"

"Weiss...?" Blake whispered. "Are... are you sure?"

Weiss nodded. "Yes." She paused and blushed. "I mean... I won't lie. I have, maybe a little, considered doing that sort of stuff with you, but I wasn't sure how to approach you, and we haven't even started dating and..." Weiss took a deep breath. "Blake, you're beautiful and even if you hadn't brought this up, I want to believe that I would have asked you out before the end of semester."

"Oh." Blake swallowed thickly. "I... I would have said yes if you'd asked."

"So... how are you two going to do this?" Yang asked, waggling her eyebrows outrageously. "Or... how are you going to do each other?"

"Well..."

X X X

"You're looking a lot better," Vanille drawled to Blake.

The Faunus nodded. She was back in the lab, and Weiss was with her. The pair were holding hands and sitting side by side. "I'm feeling a lot better too."

Vanille glanced at Weiss. "Friends with benefits? No. This feels like something more."

"It is," Weiss said.

"So..." Vanille rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "If everything is going well, why are you visiting me today?"

"Ah, about that." Blake made a face. "We need to get some silencing and concealment equipment."

Vanille raised an eyebrow. "Noisy, are you?"

"A little, yes," Blake said. Weiss was very determinedly looking anywhere except Vanille.

Vanille chuckled and handed over a compact device. "Here. It should do everything you need it to. Plus, you can also use it on missions to conceal yourselves if necessary."

[lubruise]

I’m so sorry that I haven’t responded yet!! Tumblr keeps kicking me out and it’s really annoying me !!!! (¬`‸´¬)

I can never tell tones when it comes to my classmates, if you say you hate somebody and go out of their way to insult you or anybody else they’re just wasting their breath .. there’s literally no reason for them to act like that.

I hope they don’t insult you on Tuesday ヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ you’re like the sweetest person ever imo

Yeah the police got involved and one of my classmates needed a restraining order again somebody but the school hasn’t really done much to separate the two because they side with whoever cries the most ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,) it’s a really weird thing to do & I hate the staff here

We WILL be using them as lab rats trust !

I really don’t understand what the point is of having arguments/disagreements with other people and yelling about it on the top of your lungs just to hang out with them the next day, you’re not proving yourself to anybody you just look dense & fake & on top of that you’ve probably broken the trust of so many people (◞‸ ◟)

Half the time it’s either they don’t have the guts to cut them off fr even though they’ve cussed out each other over 100 times or they think they’re tuff.. skull skull blehh

Honestly I can relate with feeling like a parasite with old classmates, but I hope you don’t still feel that way whenever you’re in class now (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

Nothing upsets me more than when people say a certain character is bad representation for a disorder unless it’s literally mocking the disorder or some sort of weird fetish for the disorder .. if it’s not I don’t see why it’s a poor rep even if I don’t know much about the character everybody with the disorder lives with it differently. (ᗒᗣᗕ)

Urhkkk I really need to watch Alien Stage but I don’t know where to watch it .. nobody really told me where to watch it either (╥‸╥) and yes I agree Saki’s card is really cute!!

You taste really sweet and sugary, but the texture is really soft so I’d say you’re like a yummy marshmallow but if not you’re raspberry cheese cake yum yum yum

ANYWAY sorry that I spoke a lot I can tell that there’s probably going to be a lot of typos I missed in this 💔

sighh don't worry!!! SORRY AS WELL FOR REPLYING LATE AGAIN !! T_T" grr kill tumblr NOW!!!!!!!!

YOURS DO THAT TOO??? AUGHHH IT'S JUST SO ANNOYINGGGGG HOW CAN ONE BE THIS FAKE!!!!! i have no idea, man.

please i'm just praying they don't wanna argue cuz i don't wanna get a panic attack leave me alone.... T_T" they're so mean everytime they're angry about shit.....and they even took it out on me.....ughh fucking idiots.

EUGHG THAT'S SO MESSED UP!!!! UGHHHHHH.

fr.....i have very bad trust issues, if someone did that to me idk if i'll be able to see them the same way ever again...... i can try to just suck it up and deal with it if i really like them tho, but u know.....i'd rather not be hurt like that at all..... this is why i'm really scared of messing up and making people mad....like can we just speak calmly?? i do want u to be honest about ur feelings, but i can't handle yelling.... again it also triggers my panic attacks, which only sucks more because i feel like i'm only using them as an excuse...but what can i really do??? it's not necessary to make me yk, pass out.....ughh man... IKRRR UGH.

well sometimes i just forget i will turn 18 this year and that i failed the year once so it should be fine 😭😭😭

EXACTLY!!!! I JUST HATE WHEN PEOPLE GO LIKE " if u don't do this u don't have __ " LIKE WHAT DO U KNOW ABOUT ME. EXACTLY. NOTHING. AND I'M SURELY NOT SOME BORING ASS PERSON WHO'S LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!!!!!!

U CAN FIND EVERY EP ON VIVINOS' YOUTUBE!!! AND SHE ALWAYS LINKS NEW SONGS/COVERS AND EVEN SOME OFFICIAL ART/COMICS IN COMMUNITY POSTS!!!! ^_^ ♡ ♡

do u have cameras in my room cuz i just LOVEEEE LOVE LOVE LOVE MARSHMALLOWS AND RASPBERRY CHEESECAKE!!!! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

hehee please don't worry!! i tend to yap and go off topic a lot.... T_T ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

[lunarsilkscreen]

Sexy Talk and Consent and some weird things

Old Codgers should really be holding smokey room filled podcasts explaining all the jokes slowly being lost to time, instead of making jokes to themselves about how "Nobody today understands!"

This little bit is the "Sensitive Content" warning before I say the things that *might* get me arrested.

There are two Jokes that everybody has that nobody really understands because crass jokes make the world go round.

And while most are silently packing away all their Fart Jokes, there are three Jokes that are crass; cross the line in certain situations; But only one May actually get you arrested.

(two times counter, let's see how far I get before actually explaining)

There are Three Jokes in the world.

The first Joke is "Go Fuck Yourself".

The second Joke is "Ahh Fuck Me."

But the one thing you should never. Ever. Under. any. Circumstances. Ever. Not even a little bit..never ever even say a little bit.

And that sounds strange considering that it's a core feature of that "Alpha Mindset" Lots of people idolize today.

That third joke is "Hold still, I'm going to Fuck you now."

Jesus Christ, at least tell me you have a PhD.

It's quite surprising just how many "Male Identifying" people exist in the world; that so many are absolutely terrified of the "third joke".

It's not a small thing. If you've never had a Sexual Repressed Christian Choir Boy [freak the fuck out] in your general vicinity, because somebody! somebody decided to even remember that Voldemort exists and he should be summoned upon the most unsuspecting hapless victim at literally every turn.

And ALWAYS when we're very busy with some other shit going on.

Got that [Repressed Choir Boy] to [Terrified Trans Woman] pipeline in your mind now? Yea... Opportunists love to take their opportunities.

Ye... We have legitimate reasons to stay away from religious institutions. And legitimate reasons to have a trans-blacklist. Just BECAUSE you're trans; doesn't mean you're not also an opportunist.

The third Joke is one of those greasy oneliner type things that only a certain type of person can say and get away with; or there's only a specific person you can say that too and not be arrested for harassment.

Even if we take a similar Joke out of context; it doesn't have the same damage potential.

You know with the Tropey "Daddy's girl" [baby talk] step-[something] "Could you please Fuck me Daddy."

Doesn't hold a CANDLE. To any person; of human origin or not; coming up to you specifically and saying "Ah, yes, Hold Still; Daddy's coming to do the Peenatration now."

There are very many Female Content creators who notice this about a lot of Trans Content Creators. But instead of bringing it up... Well; You've read the Gossip; Trans Women act like abused Choir Boys for a reason.

Because if you Got a Woman on your hands that doesn't have the same social restrictions that "Real Women Do" it is real easy to become a victim...

Real Fast.

They tend to harp on the fear though; some are stereotypical boymoder devil's desensitizer types.

The others just typically don't understand why a Woman, who wants to be a Woman would be a afraid of certain things being a Woman entails...

While in the same breath complaining about how much easier it is to victimize women than men.

The differences between the two Jokes I'm trying Explain; includes a prerequisite status of consent, authority, and implicit trust.

You can't just say the third Joke to anybody. That's why you can do all sorts of wild things like asking women to make you a sandwich or the baby girl begging to get fucked.

Because the Onus of Control and consent are right there in the open.

With the third Joke however; there is no request; no request for consent; no validation. For many; you only ever say that to somebody you have a rapport with.

It's obscene to ever say that to somebody you do not already have that trust built up that you would take their consent against their will exists.

And in Fiction; it's tedious and annoying to set the stage for ALL of THAT SUBTEXT when the audience stopped actively participating in entertainment due to perceived lack of Professionalism in highschool sometime.

Which leads to an interesting media landscape where some media personalities are making fun of others for "Recently Inventing the Concept of Consent" And the rest of the media landscape is trying to figure out exactly why they're acting so edgy if they have nothing to hide? 🫥

But seriously... If one has a long-term relationship partner they can trust to behave in particular ways. And you're just too tired and horny and hungry to movie or get out of the Tub because it's warm and humid in there and you haven't slept in a few days.

Obviously. It's feasible to know somebody well enough that you've been in the situation where they just needed a good Fuck and a good nap and what that looked like the last time, and asked ahead of time if they should act in such a fashion in the future.

But we all know, we're not trying to bring more kids into the world; while the opportunists are just chomping at the bit to start space slavery, because rich people just love themselves a good slavery....

[forlorn-plushie]

Chicken Fries, Chicken Tenders, Popcorn Chicken

Chicken Fries: if you were only able to eat food consisting primarily of dipping sauces for the rest of your life, what would you concoct in order to get by?

How like, strictly defined is dipping sauce? If it's just any dips I am making so many breadbowl type things with like, artichoke dip and such. Is queso a dipping sauce? Does it could as primarily if I dip deep enough?

In order to not die I'm gonna have to make my own sauces for sure, just to get enough vegetables and protein and things that are not sugar and fat.

I like a generous interpretation of "primarily" where as long as I dip really aggressively I can eat any sort of dip on like, chips or bread if it's a really thick dip I can get a lot of on a single piece. I think I could live that way. I already love eating slop, this is fine

Chicken Tenders: You are suddenly confronted with the fictional character you have thought about the most, who declares they are deeply in love with you. How do you respond?

I don't even know who this would be. My memory is bad so I don't really know how long my Arcs have been. Recently it's probably my Arknights blorbo Pramanix, but there's a good chance it's actually someone else from a previous era.

But let's go with Pramanix. First things first I am so fucking dead. I can not overstate how dead I probably am. I have to win the approval of Kjera, her personal attendant, de-facto girlfriend, and local god. I have to win the approval of her brother, a man who has never completely trusted anybody and who I have mentioned previously I would probably try to fistfight on principle. I would have to have general favor with Degenbrecher, Gnosis, and Cliffheart.

There's no fucking way! I'm a mess!!! A total disaster! Even if I got my shit more or less together? Still not someone the cast would be happy with, even though I would be. Maybe Kjera wouldn't kill me instantly? I'm not a jealous sort, and Kjera is a good and cool person who I would do my best to be close to in this situation. If I can establish that I'm not a threat (not in a pushover way) I should be okay.

But fucking SILVERASH? No way no how. I do NOT know how to talk to people like him. There's no way he'd approve! It'd be a small miracle to not get murdered in this situation before I meet him.

I am now realizing the question is not "what happens" but "how do you react". I suppose that's my answer - my anxiety takes over and envisions all the ways I'm going to get killed about this. I'm probably also very, very confused.

It's not going well.

Popcorn Chicken: Spheres cease to exist, and are replaced by another shape of your choice (which is not derived from a circle OR a three dimensional polygon with vertices enough to emulate spheres) of any level of dimensionality. What shape do you choose?

I don't post about it too much here, but I am moderately obsessed with Minecraft. So, naturally, I'm gonna say cubes. This also makes a lot of math way easier.

The other answer I considered was the icosahedron, because d20 lol.

[transienturl]

strange things to be inspired by a dream: hypothetical apology by a tv personality for using hurtful language on-air

Hey, guys. I want to apologize for the language I used on air last night: to those it's most hurtful to especially, but to every viewer who heard my comments and everyone who's not a viewer of our show who's gonna have been exposed to this due to the coverage too. And you know who that goes double to, who that goes triple to? The people who aren't bothered, aren't offended; the people who think this kind of stuff is fine. It's not—not today, not ever. Having people like me who have a platform talk like it is, even in passing, sets us back. It makes people, wonderful people, want to hide who they are—I'm not okay with contributing to that. And the reason I say this goes triple for the people who think they don't care is that you almost certainly know many of those wonderful people, whoever you are, whether you're aware of it or not. Whoever you are, the fact that you live in a society with this kind of ugly thinking, where this kind of ugly thinking is sometimes treated like it's not a big deal or that it's inevitable? That's hurting you. That's hurting you directly. We should never accept halfhearted apologies for this shit because the consequences are real. People shouldn't have to grow up in a world where they feel like who they are affects how much they're loved—by their friends, their family, their god if they believe in one... or by some guy on TV. Or by their sports heroes, the people they watch up here every night. I know sometimes we in the sports world get a pass on this sort of—look, it feels and is ridiculous to use a blanket term like "cultural issue," but I have to—but we get a pass on this kind of thing because it's "just sports," because sports doesn't really matter, because we're paid to compete and talk about competing, not to be politicians. Whatever. That's bullshit, okay? You shouldn't accept that, and I shouldn't accept that, and I'm upset with myself for contributing to it, for all the takes I'm already seeing defending my comments along those lines. Sport gives us a platform. Sport lets us represent our fans, our cities, our countries. It's our job to do everything we can—within the rules—to win on the field. But it's also our duty to do everything we can as members of this community, as friends to those we know and don't know, to fight for the people who are unfairly victims of this hate that should have died a long damn time ago. Don't accept otherwise, not because we're 'just' sports. Hold us accountable. Please. I wanna say thank you to everyone who's made their voice heard the right way, here, whether it's about me personally or not.

And I want to apologize to another group of people: my old teammates, everybody I shared a locker room with. I'm sorry my comments make it sound like we had a culture of hate back in those days. And I'm sorry to those of you who were hurt by some of the language we did use in the locker room. I'm pissed, honestly, at myself, you know? Because there was always this voice in my head that was like, I've gotta stop this, I've gotta stop this, and the excuse was, you know, I'll stop once I leave the league. And obviously I didn't quite succeed at that—but more importantly, that's not enough. That's not fair to the people I was with in the moment. If you find yourself in that locker room or wherever it is that those things get said behind closed doors, and you find yourself thinking, you know, now's not the time to speak up, to be better: nah man, just do it. Be brave. That's the bravest thing you can do. Trust me: it sucks way more to be thinking back on stuff you let slide years later, okay? Don't do that to yourself. Don't do it to your friends, to your loved ones, to the strangers who overhear you. It's not okay. Don't listen to anybody—anybody—who makes you feel like it is.

(Oh, and I'm donating a bunch of money. Please consider joining me.)