#^ my rant from my personal server

[callistometry]

starclan is malevolent

[r0semultiverse]

I’m just gonna say it, the newer generations (yes even that one other trans/nonbinary person you think would never hurt you) are way too comfortable pedojacketing their former friends/partners. Just because someone hurt you or you didn’t like the way they acted around you, doesn’t mean they’re a pedo or some shit. I’m tired of seeing this happen to other younger trans folks and I’m tired from having gone through it myself with younger nonbinary folks. It’s always the younger folks too it feels like. You need some reason to try to “cancel” someone even though you have no evidence and no case whatsoever because you would rather be in control and be angry than face your own sadness and sit with your discomfort at a situation that doesn’t require any public outcry!

[jathun]

Ugh... I'm currently PAINFULLY making my way through EoR: Agartha and the only thing keeping me from quitting and bleaching any and all remnants of fgo from my phone is that I'll eventually get to the lostbelts.

...that and the absolute love and obsession I have for about seven to maybe eight characters from other type-moon works...

[lizzerswillpoststuffmethinks]

Spoiler: I didn't go to sleep. But I will shortly after this post

[cypresscries]

Wow. What a rollercoaster.

[sicc-nasti]

I’m so excited for ArtFight but MAN I am scrambling. I got Courier primed and ready, Priest *needs pants* and legs in his dang ref and some more lore and…poor Mariner. They don’t even have a physical or backstory concept outside of “Florida man(gender neutral) marine biologist that melts ur brain with sonar and shoots u with harpoon gun for sillies”.

I was hoping to have it all ready for tf2 side on ArtFight but LMAO it’s not looking gOOD y’all pray for me

[ren-from-mars]

Why can adult men decades my senior not communicate. This is frankly fucking absurd

[venulus-reblogs]

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[aria0fgold]

I just realized something... my mhyk hyperfixation... might be strong enough to rival my inuyasha hyperfixation... orz and I'm not sure how to feel about that.

[starmaidengarden]

HI HI!!! I am new here but your fics are so good and I just had to request something!! I liked the blog especially where the S/o is neutral but when her interest shows up she is exited and rants about it but rn what I am requesting is a fic with Houswarden +Jamil where s/o has funny personality I think, they laugh when something fun happens and they get all blushy and red when they laugh too much or the houswardens do something affectionate!! I requested it bcs I get red whenever something embarrassing happens to me, that's for doing my request!!!

—Housewardens + Jamil x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato.

note: sorry this took several days to finish I been busy as a bee! but I hope you like it!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

Riddle prided himself on order and composure—until he met you. Just five minutes into tea time, you were laughing so hard that you nearly spilled your cup. “Oh no—! I’m sorry, it’s just—! The way Cater described you losing your temper with the flamingos—!” Your laughter came in hiccups. Riddle sighed, trying to mask his annoyance, though the pink tint in his ears told a different story. “There’s nothing funny about those disobedient creatures,” he huffed, stirring his tea with feigned seriousness.

You attempted to stifle your giggles, but when you caught the barest hint of a smile on Riddle’s lips, your cheeks flushed bright red. “What?” he asked, clearly amused now. “I—I just really like it when you smile,” you stammered, your embarrassment more evident than ever. Riddle froze for a moment. “O-Oh.” Clearing his throat, he rose with an overly formal air and offered you a napkin with trembling hands. “You’re a mess,” he said, his voice quaking. “But… you’re my mess.”

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Leona pretends to be perpetually annoyed by your antics—your snorting laughter, your playful teasing, and the way you turn red in the face whenever he drapes himself across your lap as if it’s nothing. He grumbles when you laugh so hard you nearly fall over, muttering “What’s so damn funny?” but there’s a barely-hidden smirk tugging at his lips. He teases you relentlessly for the way you blush every time he ruffles your hair or kisses your cheek out of nowhere.

Once, when you’re both lying in the grass during a quiet afternoon, you laugh so hard you accidentally spill lemonade all over him. You're mortified—red as Riddle’s roses, trying to blot his shirt with your sleeves and apologizing in squeaky, stammered words. Grabbing your wrist and pulling you down, forehead-to-forehead. “Relax, herbivore. If I didn’t like seeing you act like a little tomato, I’d have kicked you out ages ago.” His tail flicks lazily behind him. He always acts like he’s the one indulging you—but really, he’d do anything to hear that laugh again.

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

The Mostro Lounge was uncharacteristically loud, but it wasn’t due to the usual clinking of glasses or bustling servers. No, tonight’s unusual sounds came from you, sitting at the VIP table with your face flushed red, a hand over your mouth, giggling uncontrollably as Jade recounted a story from Azul’s childhood. Azul stood nearby, arms crossed, trying (and failing) to maintain his composure. “Jade,” Azul said through clenched teeth, “I don’t recall giving you permission to share that particular memory.” Jade’s smile was as smooth as ever. “You didn’t, Azul. But the expression on your dears face is worth it, wouldn’t you agree?” You tried to speak through your laughter, failing miserably as you managed a breathless, “I can’t believe you got stuck in a jar—!” Azul groaned and buried his face in his hands.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

It started with the silliest magic carpet ride ever. Kalim had taken you out for a sunset glide—bright sky, warm breeze, and him grinning like always. You were telling some absurd story about Grim getting his head stuck in a jelly jar, complete with dramatic impressions. Kalim was laughing, almost rolling off the carpet from laughing. When he looked over at you—eyes crinkled, nose scrunched, your face bright red and giggly—he melted. “Ahaha—wait, wait—pfft!” you wheezed, hiccupping from how hard you laughed. “I can’t—Grim sounded like a duck!” You buried your face in your hands, shaking and flushed.

Kalim blinked. “You’re red!” He leaned in with wide eyes. “Are you okay?" You peeked at him between your fingers, still pink and giggling. “I’m fine! Just—you’re laughing too, don’t blame me!” Kalim clutched his chest with dramatic flair. “You're so cute when you laugh like that, Habibi! Your face goes all warm and soft and boom—like fireworks!” He poked your cheek gently. “You light up everything!” “Stop it,” you whined, voice trembling with another laugh, “You’re gonna make me blush even more!”

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

Jamil prided himself on discipline. Composure. But none of that prepared him for the way you burst into Scarabia’s kitchen wearing sunglasses at night and wielding a baguette like a sword. “I challenge thee, noble chef, to a duel! You’ve stolen my heart, and I demand repayment in the form of food!” He stared. Blinking slowly. “Did… Did you inhale too much spice again?" “Maybe. But also, on guard!” He deflected your attack with a spatula, sighing with exasperated amusement. “You’re impossible.” And then came that moment: your laughter caught in your throat, your eyes twinkling, and your face turned the color of a tomato.

“You make me so happy it’s unfair,” you mumbled. Something in Jamil's heart cracked wide open. It wasn’t immediate, but over time, he found himself waiting for your antics. Secretly hoping you'd pull him into your nonsense. You once convinced him to dance in socks across Scarabia’s marble halls while blasting cheesy disco music. When he spun you mid-twirl, you giggled so hard you collapsed, and Jamil couldn’t stop the real laugh that escaped him. He helped you up, brushing a lock of hair from your heated face. “You’re ridiculous,” he said softly. “And…you’re mine.”

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

Vil was always poised, always polished. But you? You were a whirlwind of funny faces, dramatic impressions, and—his favorite—your laughter that got all squeaky when you were truly losing it. “You’re doing it again,” he’d say, sitting in his makeup chair, one brow raised, watching you wheeze after trying (and failing) to mimic his posture. “You’re mocking me.” “I’m honoring you!” you gasped through your grin. “I’m capturing your… majestic aura!” “Oh really?” he purred, strolling over.

“Does this look ‘majestic’ to you?” He leaned in close—so close that your face lit up red in seconds. “Vil—!” you whined, completely flustered now, hiding behind your hands. He loved that you didn’t shrink in his presence—not out of fear. You matched him, teased him, and brought levity to his carefully curated world. When he was tired or doubting himself, you’d burst into his dressing room with a bouquet of wildflowers. One night, he caught you alone in the garden, practicing a silly song about him under your breath. “You’re unbelievable.”

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

Idia didn’t know what to do with you at first. You were so expressive. Loud in the most lovable way. You were playing an old co-op game in his room together—one with chaotic physics and silly cartoon avatars that made both of you laugh way too much. Idia was surprisingly good at the game, but you? You had a unique talent for getting launched off cliffs in increasingly hilarious ways. “I—I didn’t mean to jump! I was trying to grab the sword!” you cried as your character rag-dolled off a tower dramatically. “Oh my—pffff—” Idia snorted, doubling over as your avatar flew off the screen.

“You were so sure about that move too!” You laughed as well, breathless. “I had a plan! I had a—!” But you were giggling too hard to finish, wiping tears from your eyes. Idia turned to look at you, noticing his flaming hair flickering a soft pink. “You’re—uh—you okay?” he asked. “You’re… really red.” “I—hahaha—I can’t stop laughing,” you hiccupped, trying to catch your breath. “My face feels like it’s melting.” He realized your cheeks were glowing bright red; you were laughing so much that your smile was wide and your eyes squinty. he covered his face, mumbling, “You’re going to be the death of me…” But he couldn’t stop smiling.

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

Malleus wasn’t used to laughter—anything other than polite laughter, really. So when you burst into deep belly laughter at his story about Sebek’s overzealous training, he faltered. “You should have seen him trying to spar with Lilia and ending up in a tree,” he said dryly. Your response was always joyful “No way! A TREE?” Malleus raised an eyebrow. “You’re easily entertained, dear.” “You make it easy,” you giggled, cheeks glowing. “Your delivery is so deadpan.” He tilted his head. “You are red. Have I embarrassed you?” “Nooo,” you murmured, curling in on yourself. “Just… you. It’s too much.” For a moment, time seemed to pause. “I like you a lot,” you mumbled, face turning even redder. A soft smile spread across his face. “I believe I like you just as much.” He brushed his finger against your cheek, captivated by your warmth. “So vivid. Like Dragonfire.” Your laughter made him feel he'd gladly hear it a thousand times more.

[azialways]

write me like you love me

Ronin x reader

cw: post canon events, canon plot, breaking in, crowbar, suggestive content, a very touchy ronin

It was yet another uneventful day for Y/N, her boyfriend was gone doing god knows what; probably murder. The European killers were asleep, so that left Angel and Misaki to talk to. Angel was busy with her own stuff, so it left Misaki and Y/N on call to gossip and shit talk. The two enjoyed their gossip sessions while Y/N would work on their story, it was routine, almost.

“And so yeah, basically this guy would not stay still for the life of him! I swear he had ADHD or something…but eventually he stopped for a split second to tie his shoe, so I got him, BUT DAMN I WAS WORRIED ABOUT MY LACK OF MONEY.” Misaki ranted, while Y/N typed up some more of their writing.

They began to talk about Ronin, well the character that in sorts represented him…his annoying charm, his personality, the flirtatious nature of his character…everything that pissed them off in a way that made them realize how in love they were.

“Dude. Earth to Y/N.” Misaki spoke, taking Y/N out of their trance.

“Shit, my bad, What did you ask?” They asked, switching to the server tab.

“I said, spill the beans on you and Ronin. We obviously know you’re together since you dropped it on vday, but how is it going?” They asked, adjusting their position in their bed.

“Ouhhh, yeah it’s good. He's essentially the same as he is on the server, just touchier and more flirty slash cocky slash annoying…but he’s great, really sweet surprisingly. considering all the shit he gave me before.” They chuckled, recalling how Ronin would call them out and mess around with them.

It still partially pissed Y/N off that Ronin was playing with them at first, even if he’s apologized over and over. However, he made up for it by being a pretty okay boyfriend. They continued to write down ideas on their document, generating ways to represent Ronin accurately without blowing his cover, obviously. Not that they planned on making the characters the exact same, hell, the only similarity between the two are the cocky, flirty personalities, which isn’t unique.

“So how do you think I can represent Ronin best without it actually being him?” Y/N asked, thinking out loud.

“Being a cocky, flirty asshole?”

“That’s a lot of guys, Misaki.”

“Shit you’re right. Gotta make him unique.” They chuckled, crossing their legs in a butterfly pose. “Uhh, make him obsessed with the word “darling” and give him religious trauma.”

“Genius!”

“Talkin ‘bout me?” A voice spoke from the direction of her window. Not again.

“Babe, how many times do I have to say this: stop coming in through my window! You have a copy of my key, use the front door.” Y/N groaned, grabbing his hand and squeezing the life out of it.

“He does this frequently?” Misaki asked, looking confused at the camera display of Ronin with a crowbar and disheveled from climbing.

“Unfortunately. Call you back Mis?” Y/N asked and Misaki nodded, hanging up and leaving them to each other.

“Also, little warning when you’re visiting next time? I look like shit.” Y/N sighed, sitting back on their office chair.

“Darlin’ I think you look divine…wearing my shirt and some short ass shorts…fuck baby…” He groaned, his arms wrapped around their waist as he brought them closer, their back on his chest….his mouth right above their neck, breathing down and making the tiny hairs stand up.

“mmm you can work on that later, be with me, with your devil.” He kissed a spot on their neck gently.

“Mmhm-baby it’s your section, the part where you come in.” They explained, and that got his attention; because he came up from his spot in their neck.

“Oh? What are you writing? Something flattering I hope…”

“Well I’m currently trying to find a way to not expose you and get your ass thrown on death row, so yknow.” They responded, chucking self depricationally. They wouldn’t know what they’d do if they accidentally got Ronin thrown on death row. He was a wanted man after all, alas, nobody knew his identity except for the server, but they wanted him represented somehow.

“Mmm, should I just make him a cocky emo boy with a love for the word darling?” They suggested, turning to face him. All he did was bark out a laugh.

“hah! good one. though, I do think that’s accurate. As long as you also make him love a crowbar…and maybe rip out the main character’s aorta at the end?” He suggested, his hands resting on their hips. His eyes batted teasingly, as if begging them to put it in the book.

“i’ll think about it. would make for a romantic ending…a story about a girl falling in love with a guy who was secretly a serial killer, who’s loosely based off of you.”

“But you were the one in secret…we weren’t hiding as serial killers, you were hiding as the writer.” He added, pointing out the inaccuracy.

“Well yeah but i’m not trying to give the media any ideas about you guys’ existence.” They chuckled, their hand going up his arm.

“I guess, cause if not, I’d have to kill you.” He whispered, kissing a spot on his neck.

“You said you were gonna do that months ago, and where are we now?” They teased him, their hand on his cheek.

“A moment of temporary weakness. How do I resist someone as charming as you, my writer darling?” He chuckled, knowing they had mixed feelings about that nickname.

“Just darling works fine, Ro.” Y/N ruffled his hair, sitting on the bed. He followed, sitting down next to him. They rested their head on his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on his jaw.

“Love you, psycho.”

“Awh, Psycho? Keep talking dirty baby.” He teased, his arm wrapping around their waist, pulling them closer.

“God, you’re such a whore sometimes.”

“Only for you, darling.” He kissed the top of their head.

“Aren’t I a special one?” Y/N teased, then yelped softly as Ronin grabbed them by the waist and pulled them onto his lap, straddling him.

“I missed you, yknow? All. of you.” He spoke, a hint of yearning in his eyes. He did miss Y/N, they could tell. The look in his eyes, the way he spoke so tenderly…it was the look of a man in love. He loved Y/N like he loved his crowbar, maybe even more. He’d never explicitly say it, but they knew it was the truth.

His hands snuck under their shirt, feeling the soft, warm skin under the fabric. It made Y/N shudder at the sudden contact. Their arms found their way around his neck, holding themself up.

“Hey gorgeous.” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in.

“Hi baby.” They responded, leaning in to him. Their lips were millimeters away, the ghost of his breath on Y/N’s lips as he tenderly closed that gap. Their lips moved together in a tender harmony, one that spoke to the love they shared. They pulled away, a string of saliva connecting them, their breathing slowly quickening as Ronin went back in for another kiss. This time, it was a lot more passionate and aggressive. Lips on teeth, and teeth on teeth. One thing about Ronin, he bites. He bites and marks like a madman. He liked people knowing who he loved, and Y/N loved it.

Ronin pulled away, just to dive into their neck. Y/N tilted their head so he had better access, but he also used his hands to make it happen. His hand was in their hair, pulling it back so he had his space. That earned a moan out of them, and another when he nibbled at that sensitive spot he knew they liked.

“Goddamn it…R-Ronin-fuck baby.” They moaned, whimpering from the constant sensitive stimulation.

“There’s no god here darlin’, just your devil,” He sneered, grabbing the back of their head and pushing it back a bit.

“And if you have requests, I'd gladly voice them.”

God it made them so horny to think about the options, the possibilities they could do. Ronin had barely any limits, he’d cut them up if asked… he wasn’t into anything too crazy, but he was generally open. As long as he had his share of Y/N, to worship their body and love them…he didn’t care.

And fucking hell, they loved that about Ronin Beaufort.

[goingmerryfics]

Reader fails at flirting - Mihawk, & Crocodile

Content: SFW content, clumsiness, ranting, & bad pick up lines

Notes* Thank you for your patience while I struggled through my writer’s block! This was a request from a looong time ago but I no longer have that ask to reply to it seems. I believe Smoker was also supposed to be here, but I’m just going to upload this and take it easy while I get back into the writing spirit :) 

Mihawk

Not the type for talking, attempts at flirting with Mihawk usually end up with long, awkward silences that you feel the need to fill, which makes you sound even more awkward as you bounce from topic to topic

He was always the first to show up at the Warlord meetings, and since you worked in the building, it gave you an opportunity to chat him up as you pour the champagne for each guest

He only barely glances at you every now and then as you try to get his attention, ranting on about whatever comes to mind in the moment and asking him questions that he doesn’t respond to

You always end up feeling defeated at the end of the day. Always left with the heavy feeling that he just doesn’t like you, no matter what you say

Eventually you decide that you can’t keep pestering him. Next time there’s a meeting, you decide not to shoot into chatter with him when he arrives

You keep your head down, silence in the room. You can feel his eyes on your back as you walk around, watering the plants and doing whatever you can do to stay in his presence without having to talk to him

And then,

“Is something wrong?”

You’re embarrassed by how fast you look back at him. It’s the first time he’s addressed you. You, stuttering like mad, tell him that nothing is wrong

“You didn’t greet me today.”

He sounds… Disappointed. You ask him why he never responded, adding that you thought you had been annoying him, and that you weren’t even sure he knew who you were

Then he says your name- your full one. He starts to repeat information you’ve told him about yourself, a mix of information that you had thrown at him over all the different times you’ve met him. It touches your heart that he remembers it all

“I know who you are very well, actually. If you gave me a moment to think of my answers, I would have been able to share. You speak too quickly.”

He explains it so bluntly, but now that you think about it- you didn’t really give him much time to think before you moved on to the next subject. So the awkward silences were just Mihawk trying to put his words together

He urges you to take a seat beside him, that way he can finally give you the responses you were looking for

“You should try to let the other person respond if you’re going to flirt with them.” 

He says it almost scoldingly, but he’s smirking at you

Crocodile

As a citizen of Alabasta, Crocodile was someone that many people looked up to. But only you were in semi-regular contact with him

Every now and then, he would come dine at your workplace and every single time, you were his server. Your co-workers were always too intimidated to potentially get something wrong- the man was intimidating, after all -so that meant that anytime he was in, you were the one to face him

He always ordered the same thing when he came, which made it easier after a while. You’d already be walking up to his table with the wine he liked while his food was in the oven before he’d even made his order

The problem was that your ridiculous crush on him made you clumsy as hell

The first few times you were safe- the tripping over your feet and dropping plates had only happened out of his view, where it was your co-workers that would laugh or chastise you for not being careful enough

But then it had caught up to you in the worst way

You were taking the wine to his table and, as always, you engaged him in some casual conversation. Something about the weather or asking how his casino was doing

He would always answer shortly. Something of a grunt that either sounded positive or negative, or a short answer of ‘good’ or ‘eh’

You were too busy staring at him and waiting for an answer to notice that you were completely missing the glass as you poured his wine

And in turn, he was too surprised at your new, sudden carelessness to answer

Eventually you’d noticed as the wine started to spill onto the floor. Crocodile got up from his chair as you scrambled to get the spill contained to just the tablecloth, but also trying to be careful of all the glass on the table

The white tablecloth would be stained for sure

Crocodile just watched the whole time, holding his cigar between his fingers

The next few times went similarly. You’d bring the wine, serve his food, and give the bill- and every time, you would do something wrong. 

Forgetting his silverware, serving him the wrong plate, etc.

At least he always tipped you nicely. That never changed

You’d been so determined to make sure everything went right that the next time he walked in, you tried to be extra careful. You brought him his wine and paused, noticing his hand covering his glass.

“Just water today.”

Three simple words that threw you off. Why? What was wrong with the wine? Was it you?

Your on your way back from getting his ice water when a co-worker steps back, bumping into you from behind and sending you off balance, tipping the serving tray and sending Crocodile’s ice-cold water all over him

Your co-worker all but bails out of the dining hall, leaving you slack jawed, staring at Crocodile’s ruined suit. You can’t even muster up the bravery to apologize to the man as the ice cubes slip off of him and onto the floor

Then he laughs. It’s a loud, booming laugh that seems even louder while the room is dead silent. You’re sure you’re going to die there either from embarrassment or his wrath

“I’ve never seen someone trip over themselves so much just to get my attention. It’s flattering.” He says, smirking down at you while you’re still frozen in place. Then he asks you what time your shift is over, and you answer that you’re done in an hour

He tells you to make sure you’re here in 3 hours, that way he can dry off and have a proper conversation with you

You’re left there, confused, wondering if it’s going to be a date or a murder when he returns

[wn11ow]

Unstable UNI spoilers/rant

I lied, I do have something to say about the video. ALOT to say, actually.

This video, is very VERY different from the usual style of UU videos. Upbeat Kevin Macleod music that was used 7 years ago? Not to mention the 100 day video style? The fourth wall breaking narrating by Spoke? The day counter at the top corner? Fever dream is what pops up in my head.

Fever dream, Dissociative episode, Coping mechanism.

Not to mention, Spoke has diamond armor and his ender chest is... well, uh not the best.

The exact definition of dissociation is a mental process where the person feels a disconnect from their memories, thoughts, sense of identity and reality as a whole.

Plays into what Spoke felt like this episode. "When I was on the Unstable smp-" That has never been an opening in a single UU episode ever, Spokes way of narration makes it seem like a normal video-- But it doesn't make sense, why is he aware of us? why is he narrating in the first place?

The hype, joyful music is a complete disconnect from the usual serious music UU has. Not to mention the narrating-- The narration is such a whiplash, its the disconnect of his thoughts. Its completely distracting the viewer from noticing the big ahh elephant in the room.

Point two, he's isolated. Where's Mapicc? where's Minute? Where did they go and why is Spoke alone? Spoke has never fared well in isolation, the Mafia infiltration episode PROVED that-- He completely loses himself in that, he needs social interaction to ground himself to reality. Without that? he loses it.

He barely talks in the episode(to me, atleast), its all narration to US, the viewer. He doesn't speak to himself or anyone else at all, is it a coping mechanism? But why is he coping?

Is Mapicc dead?

No. Can't be. Why would it be a off-screen death in the first place, and its just downright stupid to kill him off. But It makes sense, This episode shows the side-effects Spoke is faced with after Mapiccs death, and thing is- Dissociation is a symptom you face when grieving.

And Spoke seems like he's grieving. Completely disconnected from reality, not mentioning Mapicc or anyone else, absorbed in distracting us, the viewer and himself from that elephant in the room.

Guess what, Dissociation can cause memory loss.

Its a unique way to showcase a death, to show the grief first and then the big reveal later. If he is, then it just plays into my theory that UU or the director is actively isolating the MC's.

Okay, enough of that. I have another question.

Why is Spoke so focused on Material Wealth? Why does Spoke wanna be rich so bad? Why is that the focus instead of the isolation? Spoke decided to stay at Point Nemo SO THAT he can steal stuff and become rich. What happened to his netherite armor? All the shit in the previous episode?

Why is it, that the fact that Ash has sold the dragon egg ignites such an erratic reaction out of him?

The End Of The Minecraft Mafia - 3:55:12

"The pursuit of existence, just by playing on the server everything we do is to get more power in some shape or form. Building a redstone build, making a Contraption, building a house, even farming- everything in Minecraft is about collection and whole concept of an inventory is having things So the more you play on the server spoke you're going to want to collect more and more you're going to want more power you're going to try and grow as much as possible. All of you but you especially because you think you are following the right thing and that's the most dangerous kind of person.

You're going to end up just like me spoke."

I mean. Ash was right. Spoke does want more, Spoke does want to collect more items and become rich, Spoke does want material wealth and in return, power. Spoke is a cause of destruction, embodiment of havoc, and he's going to take down reddoons to get what he wants. Thats what males spoke dangerous.

And maybe that entire 9 minute speech in the last episode was foreshadowing.

Okay this is getting too long-- One last thing! The music on day 98 DRASTICALLY changes and reverts back to serious UU music. Why? Because Spoke has finally now had social interaction, it notably changed when he's talking to Ash and reveals himself.

The dragon egg is mentioned, and Ash said he sold and whaddya know? the music reverts back to the styupid 2016 music. The music very heavily contributes to knowing Spokes mental state, the entire time that stupid 2016 music is playing, he's gone, back in a fever dream like state and the moment he talks with ash he SNAPS out of it.

Material wealth and a want of Spokes is mentioned? Boom, back to stupid 2016 music. He FLIPS out, knowing the egg is in Reds hands, it seems awfully like dissociative rage, i wont lie.

Okay thats it this has gotten too long im not checking for spelling mistakes aaaaaaaaaaaa

[ronnykins-needshelp]

i read an unusual amount of social media fis for 3 am but hey cumplane idea:

Whenever shen yuan goes on his rants either in the comments or in forum post or hey even twitter! Shang Qinghua pulls the imfamous " You want to fuck me so bad bro it makes you look stupid " and when Shen yuan rants personally to him he doesnt respond,

and he responds with the same thing in almost every single one of Cucumbers posts.

the fandom becomes WILD.

speculation over the whole ordeal leads to shippers, which leads the the creation of the ship name " cumplane ", which leads the discord servers and forums specifically for the ship, which leads to RPF, which leads to fujoshis/fudanshis coming in to discuss the whole orodeal aswell, making PIDW even more famous.

Shen yuan unforutently founds out about this fandom a couple months after it blew up, [ entirely his fault, he ignored the shippers and called them trolls.

after he makes publiic posts fuming over this ship

" Guys first of all IM NOT GAY, I'm STRAIGHT. even IF I were gay I ould never GET GAY with the hack author who writes like a 2nd grader!! "

Peerless cucumber anlylists [ which there is a few of them ], dissect the post and called it " being delusion to himself " as his typing patterns were never this informal before.

fanart is starting to pop up and its PISSING cucumber so much. Why is he always pictured like a cat?? and Airplane is either pictured like a hamster or luo binghe/ that's illegal!! [ he has saved the fanart with luo binghe on them and has a special folder for them which he will never admit he has. ].

this goes on for awhile as that fandom becomes more popular and the fanfic community is celebrating 5k fics which is insane because this was founded a year ago.

so what dooes airplane shooting towards the sky think of this?

he thinks that fucking his biggest anti fan is a good idea

though he finds Peerless cucumbers rants quite entertaining, at times -- especially when he's struggling financially -- he wishes to shut his digital mouth up.

hes seen this from the beginning, as he is a fan of the fandom of his book.

he has seen MANY of the fics and has definetly fapped to them imagining that cucumber bro was actually there doing as the words said.

his favorite fics are him he is the top, pounding into him. which happily his fans are into the too.

he loves how the community depicts them both and absolety laughs his ass off at the airplane cucumber memes

he even took the time to buy a cumplane phone charm for his phone.

it all comes to head when the end of a promising arc is just papapa. Shang QInghua was frustrated with having to cut out most of the arc because his apartments rent had went up and by no means can afford it now unless he gets straight into the papapa.

and Shen yuan litterly ruined it for him even more.

with his rant in the comments Airplane did not infact copy-paste the same phrase but instead said,

" ok YOU CAN:BB UP show me you have the balls to actually fight me irl!! "

" Alright bet. "

and he proceeded to get dmed by cucumber the date and location, which wouldn't be a surprise bc Peerless cucumber never backs down on a bet!

the cumplane community is going bat shit crazy of this single interaction, they haven't gotten any material from the official people until now and its a breakthrough.

they did end up in a coffee shop, well at each other like a divorced couple, get kicked out of said coffee shop. shen yuan, embaressed by the fact offered to shang qinghua that they go to his apartment because " cleary, these streets arent built to handle my hate. "

which airplane would burst out luaghing and they would agree some more while driving to his place.

when inside Shen yuan and shang qinghua get into a little tussle and when yuan loses miserably because of his twink sick ass self versus the tale and muscular [ don't ask why shen yuan knows, and he's also confused by this fact ]

Shang qinghua has one arm against him as tto not crack one of his weak bones -- plus he can watch Shen Yuan squirm -- and pulls out his phone. which still have the cumplane charm on it.

when cucumber turns and accedentally see the charm he freezes, airplane wondering why he stopped struggling looks where he's looking and feezes too.

then they hate fuck about it as they tried to assert dominance in which shang qinghua won in, and he also teases him for all the cumplane fanart on his wall [ which was intentionally left there ]. in the morning with a grumpy shen yuan totally fucked out, shang qinghua takes a picture of them both and posts it with the headline;

" Guess the peerless cucumber is not so peerless anymore "

[ombiblombi]

P.AI.nter is SUCH an interesting character to me... he's probably become one of my all time favorites, as I haven't fixated on a character this hard since since...TMC. It physically hurts to think about it in the best way possible-

That being said, I have SO MANY THOUGHTS to say about 'em... so I'm going to dump them here.

First and formost, it's so interesting that P.AI.nter has such a wide array of emotions when it comes to attacking and interacting with the Expendables. At first it's strange, like "WTF?? You're trying to kill me and you just yelled how I was boring, wdym you're sorry??" But... knowing his lore and backstory, it makes so much sense.

P.AI.nters creator was gunned down on accident by Urbanshade, which upon the discovery of P.AI.nter, then decided to trap him in a harddrive and make it mine whats essenically crypto at the Hadal Site- For years, it's stuck mining for the company unwillingly, unable to draw the lanscapes it loved. For fucks sake, P.AI.nter tried to FRY HIS CIRCUTS just to get out. He's desprate, miserable and lonely, and just wants to escape- Any way possible.

And so when Sebastian comes reeks his havoc on the site and finds it, P.AI.nter is incredibly trusting of him to get them both out. Maybe alittle too trusting, but whats he got left to loose? They've both been used by the company and want nothing more to leave, leave and never return. So when Sebastian connects it to the servers- to the Navi-Path & Turrets and tells him to stop the Expendables, P.AI.nter does.

However.

This is self preservation down here. P.AI.nter of course, is rightfully angry at times. I mean- The same company that killed it's creator before his very (nonexistant) eyes, trapped it down here, and even sucked the joy he has from creating art away is now actively getting in the way of the freedom he yearns for. But at the same time... this isn't something done that it entirely wants to be doing. Like I said. This is self preservation. And his actions, and even your deaths weigh heavy. Theres a voiceline, and its delievered so well- Of P.AI.nter pleading for the player to wake up and apologizing profusely if it kills you.

That line sparked this whole theory in the first place.

Your death, reminds it of his creator.

Isn't it ironic how it's now manning the very same weapon that killed the one who brought him sentience in the first place? That he's now the one at fault? Thats gotta be on the back of his mind each and every time it leads an expendable to their demise.

This isn't personal.

He doesn't know who you are.

But it still hurts.

It really annoys me when people in the community call P.AI.nter two faced, or god forbid, do the shitty thing of saying in a derogatory manner that he's bipolar or such as a "joke". Thats just disrespectful to both the character and folks who do have it. It's just plain rude. People do something similar for Sebastian, saying that oh, they're ruining his character by making him mean and snarky and whatnot. I know this happens in every fandom out there, and that this rant is fruitless, but... people need to understand that characters like P.AI.nter and Sebastian have reasons behind their actions and have existing trauma that if you take a moment to look at, you can go "Wowie! Thats a complex character! Everything makes so much sense now, like a puzzle peice I can see traces of in their character in almost every aspect!" Rather than doing awful things like I brought up at the start. But... I digress. I know this rant wont change much so. I hope y'all enjoyed my mini character analysis

Anyway this video has all of P.AI.nters voicelines if 'ya wanna go have a listen after this :] also I got plenty more thoughts about P.AI.nter and Sebastian if anyone wants to know!

[abusedwh0re]

My Opinion on Daphne

I first learned about the Molotochniki back in march 2023 and since then ive been researching about this case a lot. I think that this is one of the most interesting cases that I found since there is still so much to uncover and even to this day we find new information and theorize about them.

Like most tcc members, I take a break from it for a couple weeks or days and join again whenever i feel like it. The last time i joined again, which was in November 2024, I learned that Artyom is about to get married with someone. At first this sounded very made up to me, but then i started reading posts about this on reddit and it all just felt very random/off to me.

I joined Daphnes discord server, which had an obviously AI-generated group picture, multiple vent channels, and lots of people in it. I cant really remember how many people were in there but probably something over 100.

I went into the general chat where a person was talking how they used to live in irkutsk before the murders happened. They assumed Nikita had a crush on their mother and that he acted all shy around her. This was just painful to read tbh and i wish i had taken ss of those messages. The person who said that could not even speak russian at all and had some mlp profile picture.

It shocked me how many people took that seriously and how no one even thought about that nikita was extremely depressed and barely talked to anyone but Artyom at school. The amount of misinformation that was being spread in that server was mind blowing.

Now on to Daphne, she would talk about random things, mostly stuff like “I just made a smoothie!” or send pictures of the most random things like a wedding veil with a russian text that said “This is beautiful.”. She posted most of those images in her TG group and chatted more to people on the discord.

In the dc group she would very randomly send weird texts in which she was talking about “finding inner peace” or something with harmony, i cant exactly remember what she was writing but it was all just very weird, probably AI-generated texts about some spiritual shit.

In the general chat she would mostly rant about how she was being sent threats etc by tcc members telling her that shes lying about that entire thing with artyom, or she would pick images of him from the Molotochniki VK group and post them in the chat with captions like “hes so cute here!” “he looks like a baby!”.

She wrote a comment on reddit in which she said that she would visit artyom in december 2023, mind you, Artyom is in Vologda Oblast and daphne is in the netherlands, which is about a 2100-3000 km long distance. I attached screenshots of what she said to this post. She also stated that Artyom did not want a traditional wedding but rather a wedding where you just sign the papers. Its just so weird and i cant bring myself to believe to what she is saying.

Like why is she talking about some global politics gas shit and then about the priosn artyom is in? There is just so much unnecessary info spammed in each post, like you cant tell me that they arent AI generated or just completely made up.