#(but it really shouldn't take more than 3 altogether)

[magnusmodig]

𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 trawler docks. sea salt sprayed through the air from greyed and tumbling waves afar. from the weather-worn docks it stung at thor's skin from where he stood , arms folded over his chest as his eye took in the sea , the sky , the distant waves — and the barrier islands that kept the sea from storming the coast in the midst of its winter weather.

a gull squawked overhead. then , a gravely voice cut through the current , boisterous and loud from just behind thor , at the longest end of one of the piers.

"allow me to tell ye a legend of this here very coast," said a sailor whose eyes gleamed with mirth as he waved a weathered hand across a small crowd of onlookers. "a myth of the ISLE ITSELF , though th'origins be lost to time."

as the sailor gave room for pause , thor found himself turning his head towards the sound of his booming voice. finding himself intrigued , the asgardian slowly made his way closer , and nestled himself towards the back of the small gathering of mortals that loitered there.

"many a soul did tell of misadventures 'cross the sea , and even just to the cove thare yonder. there be fruit that make ye tongue babble , and labyrinthian ruins would make the lost's knees tremble. but none thus far is quite so intruigin' as the tales o' the fire gem grotto."

@flameindream / hearth's rising !

[theaspen]

summary : Jay seems to keep appearing in your alternate nightmares. He acts as your night in shining armor, always helping you in your sleep. But when you try to stop the nightmares altogether he doesn't like it.

Genre : Thriller, angst.

pairing : Jay x you

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of blood, death and suicide. If you are sensitive to these subjects please don't read!!

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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Authors note: It's honestly SO embarrassing that I'm posting this now LMAOAOAOA.

Uhm. I'm sorry. I hope you guys enjoy and leave some nice comments or feedback or anything tbh. And send me an ask, or comment below to be added to the tag list.

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Are you sure?” My uncle asks sceptically.

“Yes I'm sure.” I tell him firmly. 

This is the 10th time he's asked me this question today alone. What's a therapist gonna do? Besides, I'm sick of him pretending to care. 

“Uncle, I'm not really sure why you're so insistent on this. Is it because the press is outside? They want to interview you?”

It's a sharp dig at him and I know it. He's never cared about his own brother, never visited.

He scowls at me, “Careful, might I have to remind you that it isn't your father that's taking care of you, putting you in the best room with the best doctors.”

I glare at him as he walks away from the room. Well atleast the pathetic nice act is gone. 

Kyungsoo enters my room soon again, throwing a careful glance at my uncle. He was a big shot after all. With his more than successful firm.

“You good?” He asks.

“Yeah, um I think I'll just go for a walk.” I tell him rather shortly.

“Sure.” He says quietly, probably assuming I had an argument.

But truth be told, I'm avoiding him. I'm getting attached to someone who's just tolerating me for their job. It's not his fault I know but I can't get attached to those who won't stay once I'm up and gone. 

My mind goes to Jay for a tiny second. Hm. Maybe I should talk to a therapist. The dreams stopped for two days and usually I would be overjoyed at the idea of not just one but two full nights rest.

But I woke up feeling uneasy, I made a promise to Jay, someone who exists only in my head. But I made a promise nevertheless. 

There are so many things I want to ask him, so many. 

Why do I have no dreams? Why is it that I only ever have a blackout or nightmares?

Why is he saving me? 

I know I shouldn't, but my curiosity has gotten the better of me. I look down at my fisted hands and open them. There are two sleeping pills, I stole it from a nurse's bag when she wasn't looking. 

Sleeping pills and I aren't the best of friends. Sure they help me not have a meltdown from not being able to sleep for almost 20 hours but they also give me the worst types of nightmares.   Which right now happens to be something that I need. 

“Goodnight.”Kyungsoo tries to smile at me.

I meekly smile back , eager to down the pills and meet the one person who actually wants me to stay.

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The pills go down my throat ten minutes later. The small light creates a shadow of me in front.  The shadows shift, turning and twisting and I watch fascinated as they give a performance for me. 

I'm not afraid, a part of my brain thinks. What are the shadows going to do? They've been with me forever. Taunting me, trying to manipulate me. I've never given into any of their tricks. I've never trusted them. 

But when I'm all alone now, in a tiny closet peeking out from the hole and watching the shadows linger my heart picks up its beat. 

They come and they disappear again and again. I look through the tiny peep the closet gives and realise soon as they go behind every nook and creek that they are looking for none other than me. 

 

My hands reach out to clasp my mouth shut. My body folds itself as small as it can possibly go. Will the shadows think to look here too?

I shut my eyes forcefully. My other senses heightened until I could feel everything around me. The musty smell of the closet, my fingernails digging into themselves.  My feet numb, paralyzed. 

My breathing becomes slower, my arms start to unclench. I think they're gone. I think I can get out now. Escape to a place where they can't catch me. 

Before I know it, before I can even pull my hands away from myself. There's a strange hiss that comes inches away from me. A hand grabs my ankle and pulls me hard enough that I don't have time to scream. 

My head bangs against the hard wooden doors as I'm being pulled away. The impact is so hard that I can only clutch my head and groan as the hands keep pulling me away, dragging me on the rough wooden floors.

The splinters catch on clothes and skin. My chin is bleeding, but I can't even stop. Can't even catch a hold of myself as I try to catch myself breathlessly.  

There's a sharp turn to the right, and that's when I know that the shadows aren't just pulling me along aimlessly , they have a destination in mind. 

My eyes scan around desperately trying to catch hold of something to stop. 

Just then, a hand- a solid, real and warm hand catches me. A sudden stop to the journey. 

I know who it is before I can even look up. I clasp my hands with his. The shadows aren't pleased, they hiss and linger around My ankles. 

But when his hand keeps tugging me in, the shadows start to dissolve, materialise into nothing, losing their power. 

Jay's hands pull me again, even when the shadows disappear, he doesn't let go and I don't either.

When I gain a little strength into my limbs I finally pull away from the embrace. I look into his eyes, they are wide and scared, maybe even more than mine.

“Thank yo-”

“Why didn't you come?? You made a promise and you leave me all alone here?!” Jay yells angrily.

I pull away completely.  I was happy to finally see him again, but seeing his bloodshot face. The look of absolute rage in his eyes makes me stop. Brings the familiar uneasy feeling back into my stomach. 

“I'm sorry.” I mumble.

Jay looks at my crestfallen face, and immediately his face softens. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was just scared you left forever.” He says softly, “You're hurt a lot this time. Come here, let's clean you up.” 

He rips off a piece of his sleeves and starts dabbing it on my wounds.

His reassuring words don't chase away the moths in my stomach. 

“Jay..do you think I should see a therapist?”

Jay frowns at my words, “A therapist? What's that?” He asks curiously. 

“Umm. It's someone who helps you with your problems, like stress, anxiety…nightmares.”

Jay stiffens upon that. His hand paused on my chin. 

“But why…? I can save you. I save you every time.”

I shake my head,

“I can save you again, you won't even have to get hurt next time. Just trust me. That's all you need to do!”

I take his hands in mine, his eyes are trembling, 

“What happens when you can't?”

“..what”

“What happens when one day you can't save me? I can wake up, but what about you? What if something happens to you instead?” 

He shakes his head intently, “I don't care, I only exist because of you. If you're gone, then I'm alone again, I have no purpose.”

I stay silent at that, avoiding his eyes. 

The world around me seems to shift again, faster than it did before. 

“I think I'm waking up now.”

“Yeah.”

“Can't you…can't you appear in my dreams too? Not just nightmares?”

“I don't know.”

I can feel my resolve slipping at the sight of his tired face. He looks my age, but at this moment his face seems to have gone through a millenia worth of sadness. 

“I'll come back okay?” 

Jay just nodded. His fingers slip away from mine as he watches me disappear again. I never stay for long. He wonders whether it's because I can't or I don't want to. 

Jay fidgets with his fingers even after I'm gone. 

He thinks long and hard about how he could make me stay. Every time I've left, it's only because he saved me.

What happens when he makes me believe that she can't escape the nightmare anymore? 

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[bluegekk0]

In a modern au, what would be the most they could stomach in a video game? like from a 1 to Postal 2 scale

Hmm. I think it depends on what exactly we're talking about. I'm assuming you're talking about violence here so I'll start with that, but I think discussing other categories for ratings would be fun. Sexual content and horror elements would probably be the two other main ones.

Putting under a read more, I don't go into much detail about any of these but hey, it's pretty long anyway so may as well do that, in case you don't want it out in the open on your feed haha

Violence/blood/gore:

FPK - while he doesn't mind gore itself (we're talking about a guy who eats animals raw in the main AU, after all), I think he would be very squeamish about something like torture, or mass violence. He would be fine with survival games though, since in those you usually commit violence to survive or in self-defense. He's definitely the type to be nice to NPCs in games, he wouldn't want to kill them for no reason. So it really depends on the situation, but if we're talking Postal 2 like violence then he wouldn't like it.

Grimm - he's far more comfortable with violence, he's not opposed to killing others (at least in the main AU) and with video games the barrier between reality and fiction would make him even more indifferent to it. That's where he stands, I think, he wouldn't usually go on mass NPC killings, especially if FPK was watching him play, but he wouldn't be opposed to very brutal scenarios. He can stomach it just fine.

Hornet - she's the type to take her anger out on video game characters so she'd be perfectly fine with shooting random pedestrians in GTA or even playing Postal 2 and pushing it to the extreme. She's desensitized to violence and gore as long as it's in a video game, in real life she's a bit more squeamish about it (especially if she's placed in a situation where she has to treat someone's wounds, she'll handle it but she would have to look away in the worst moments).

Holly - they don't like blood, gore and violence, so they would avoid it altogether if playing video games. While blood itself is usually fine (after all, they don't mind seeing blood on FPK or Grimm's mouth/clothes in the main AU), they avoid any kind of violence. They're the type to play Stardew Valley, or sit and tend to their farm in Minecraft, leaving combat to the others. So not counting the kids, they're the most squeamish about video game violence.

Zote - he's somewhere in the middle, closer to squeamish, he's fine with killing NPCs but if it gets too violent he has to look away (but only if no one is looking at him). He'll claim that he can handle anything and then run out of the room to puke if the game gets really intense.

Lewk, Asta and Milo - too young for violent games. They often watch the others play, but only those games that are suitable to them. Asta and Milo are too young to really know what's happening, but Grimm and FPK still won't let them look at violent stuff. Same for Lewk, except he's a lot more aware so his dads are even more careful to make sure he doesn't see something he shouldn't.

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Sexual content

FPK - while he does have an active intimate life with Grimm, he's not the biggest fan of sex or nudity in video games. He would definitely instinctively look away, and if a game has an option to disable it, he always chooses it.

Grimm - 100% has a save file for every romance option in Baldur's Gate 3. As mentioned prior, he can separate fiction from reality - it's a video game, he'd never cheat on FPK. But I think he'd do it more out of curiosity than for any other reason. Also he'd most definitely critique terrible sex scenes in games hahah.

Hornet - she's fine with it, though if there's an option to skip it she will usually do it.

Holly, Zote - they both dislike it and will avoid games that have it.

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Horror elements

FPK - very sensitive to it, avoids horror games like fire. He hates jumpscares and the feeling of dread or terror, so he would not have fun playing a horror game.

Grimm - he loves horror, it's incredibly hard for any media to scare him. Makes sense, he's the god of nightmares, the only time he's going to be terrified is if one of his loved ones gets hurt.

Hornet - she enjoys horror, she'll get jumpscared sometimes and get angry about it, but she does like playing scary games for the thrill.

Holly - they don't play horror games, but they would be able to handle them pretty decently (except for those that lean into violent horror). They have pretty much no reaction to jumpscares, they also handle tense scenes quite well.

Zote - screams at every single jumpscare and then acts like he was just pretending. Classic Zote move

Lewk - surprisingly brave about spooky things, though of course he doesn't get to watch violent scary games, for the reasons stated above.

Asta and Milo - even if Asta is the braver than Milo, the two would still get really scared at loud noises and images, and start crying (which would sound more like quiet sad meows).

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Lesson in Silence (Kylo Ren X Reader X Knights)

Lesson 4

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Just reader having a semi-panic attack and all that would entail. Nothing really graphic.

Author note: I bet you'd thought you'd seen the last of star wars. Surprise.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

AO3 Link: Lesson 4

Prev Ch: Lesson 3

Recap: He pulled his hand away and pried your grip off him before pushing away, "It's a threat." Your back was still glued to the wall as he slowly backed away. You couldn't move as you watched his form head to the same door his comrades had left. He stopped short of the door and spoke, "We'll see who you are," he hit the button to open the panel, "Arms technician."

Your head rocked back to rest against the wall as the door slid shut. 

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Your eyes were locked to the spot Vicrul had briefly stopped before the durasteel concealed him. Breath sticking in your throat as sweat trickles down your back all the while anticipation making a home on your insides. An altogether unpleasant sensation that had your stomach clenched tight waiting for something– anything, to happen. Your heart pitter-pattering out of control with the mix of apprehension and the heat Vicrul left burning beneath it all.

After a time of standing there, back glued to the wall with bated breath sure that there was something else to come, nothing came. You didn't want to trust it. Today was the worst day you'd had in a long while, so why wouldn't the force turn from bad to worse. But nothing happened…at least not yet.

You were more than half expecting that all three of the knights were about to walk back in any second. They'd reveal this was some sort of elaborate ploy for their amusement and that they'd known what you were the moment you'd walked into the gym. 

Better yet, maybe it was taking so long because they'd left only to gather with their entire ensemble, Commander Ren included, before they stormed back into the gym to split you open. Both figuratively and literally. Dissecting any and all information the commander deemed of interest. 

The thoughts floated through your scattered brain, kicking your slowly calming panic back to life. There wasn't a shadow of a doubt that the master of the knights of Ren would find the things inside your head very interesting. 

You couldn't help but imagine his wrath. Breath hitching and eyes widened as your mind warred with itself. If you stayed glued to this wall and they came back, there wouldn't be anything pleasant about that interaction. Trying to convince your muscles they weren't made of stone wasn't working. Likely a form of shock mixed with the still present fear and anxiety. Mind split between rational thinking and the conjured scenario of being cornered again.

Commander Ren would probably look at you with a little less hatred than an actual Jedi– or worse, a resistance member. But being Jedi adjacent, no matter that the association was outside of your control, he'd surely still consider that an offense punishable by death.

A shiver ran down your spine, dampening some of the residual heat Vicrul had left coursing through your blood. Your eyes fluttered closed thinking of the said knight.

You'd misjudged him– Grossly misjudged him. It made your skin crawl to think that you'd essentially walked straight into the proverbial krayt dragon's mouth on a silver platter. You could be stupid, like anyone else, but this was by far the most careless you'd been in years.

It didn't matter that the threat of the Commander clouded your judgment. At least, it shouldn't have. Your master's voice hissed in the back of your mind of how weak you were. Clenching a fist had her voice die, but she was right. Misdirection was your greatest asset, a cloak you wore daily. You should have recognized the way the force dripped off of him. Force influencing your feelings should have been another red flag of the danger he posed. 

Jaw clenching as a taunting imitation of your master's cruel laughter rang in the back of your consciousness. You hadn't realized he was a walking death sentence and instead, you'd fawned over him like a schoolgirl. If you could be that inaccurate with an apprentice…had you also misjudged their master? 

Throttling your force presence made everything feel muted…like you were moving through the world with a blanket of fog obscuring things that used to be sharp-edged. Could your senses have dulled more than you'd realized? Teeth grinding as you questioned everything. Was your assessment of the Commander even close?

If he was a master of the art, he could have slipped in unnoticed or disguised his true intentions with a lazy mental touch. Your chest tightened and blood chilled– he was the master of the Knights of Ren, a Sith. He was lethal, deadly, manipulative..it was more than plausible…but your gut instinct, the force within you, didn't sit right.

There was only ever one person that had slipped into your mind so masterfully. You'd never felt his breach, any caress, or pushing against your mental shields. You'd only heard the sound of his voice and felt the way his presence spread like poison. Clenching your eyes hard in an attempt to stifle that train of thought. You didn't need to rouse his attention and you'd had enough for today. 

No, you were sure the Commander hadn't felt sinister when he'd brushed against you. The way he'd caressed your mental boundaries wasn't unpleasant either. There was a grace in the way it washed over you even. He'd distinctly felt like a lothcat at one point, but a nexu was probably a better description. Grace, dexterity, power. That fits the Commander, he even had a nexu's temper. 

The way he'd pressed against you hadn't even felt suspicious or invasive. He was amused more than anything else, especially with what you'd thought about Vicrul. There wasn't anything to indicate that he suspected you of anything beyond being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Besides, if the others also suspected you then why leave you alone? Majority rule and all that. They risked the chance of letting you slip away.… Unless they wanted to see what you'd do? Where you'd go or who you'd contact…

If you were in their place it'd be a good tactic if you were suspected to be a member of a larger group, like the rebels. It hadn't felt like they were suspicious of you for that particular crime. But the Commander had made Vicrul test you for something…

Forehead wrinkled in thought, he'd certainly asked his apprentice to push you…but from the crackling delight, you'd felt it came off more of a jab for amusement than to actually assess you for allegiance. Maybe that was more of a test for Vicrul than you. He hadn't realized what the swirling of the force around you meant…and Cardo had said the Commander taught him to influence other's emotions. Maybe that was more recent than you realized.

Your muscles were slowly starting to relax from their rigidness. Either way, whatever the commander's reasons for testing you, his temper hadn't flared. Of that you were certain. Even muted, you'd been drowned in his waves of rage before. Your master had constantly condemned you for how emotional you were, but she would have deemed the Commander a lost cause. He never held back or masked his anger– but then why would he, being Sith? It was power after all.

Your mind began to settle. You could trust his rage. If he'd broached the inner workings of your mind, he wouldn't have been able to conceal the spike of rage that would have rolled off him. Which meant those nerve-tingling caresses were as deep as he'd dug. Vicrul was the special case with his damned sensitivity. Either of you would make a good example of how the force was nuanced– spawning different affinities for interaction and interpretation.

Although, his parting threat more than ensured he'd reveal his suspicion at some point– whatever those suspicions were. So if he hadn't snitched yet, there was only a finite amount of time before the Commander heard something about you. 

It'd be beyond foolish to think he'd keep something like that from his master for long. Even if by some stroke of luck he held back, master's had a way of pulling things from their apprentices. You'd know. 

Once it came to light, you wouldn't have to question if the Commander had peeked into your mind, he'd slice it open. You could see it now– being dragged into some nondescript interrogation room, Commander Ren prying into you in every way possible until you were no more than a broken thing at his feet. 

He'd reel all the information you'd buried into the depths of your mind back to the surface. Picking you apart until he found exactly what made you tick. 

Once the Commander saw what you'd hidden away, you couldn't imagine him leaving you alive. Too much of a threat for that.

Your overactive mind, or the force, provided a vivid image of the scene. The Commander would be towering and massive, flanked by Vicrul. Your thighs clenched, somehow Vicrul looked even more delicious standing next to his master. 

There was a cocktail of anticipation and thrill that swirled in your gut. An exasperated sigh left your parted lips. The shock and fear were finally subsiding, but something far worse and more moronic was taking its place- lust. 

The idea of dark leathers wrapped around an even darker presence had heat slithering back into your lower stomach. The image of master and apprentice sparked goosebumps along your arms and it wasn't from fear. The knight really must have knocked something loose in your brain or you really needed to get laid.

Damn, Vicrul. The thought didn't hold any real conviction, just a resignation that served to pull you away from the panic-driven scenarios and back into reality. At least there was no one storming in. You still had your freedom– for now.

The adrenaline had finally puttered out, muscles no longer locked up. Letting yourself fully sag back against the wall until you slid down into a heap on the floor. The hum of silence was your only companion as you tried to decide your next move.  

There were going to be more moments like this. Even if Vicrul hadn't been here today, Cardo would have picked up the slack to make your life hell. Now that he knew who you were, he would have come knocking on the armory door at some point. At least you wouldn't have had this lust-addled brain.

Tilting your head back to rest against the wall as your gaze lifted to the barren durasteel ceiling. A sense of unease settled through you at the empty chill of the room and your thoughts.

Being in the First Order had always been risky. You knew that. It'd been something you'd considered and still made the decision that it was the best option. 

Master's first lesson reared its head– safety was a lie. For as much disdain you held for her, the lessons she imparted were begrudgingly relevant. 

Vicrul had only reminded you of that fact. He'd noticed you in a way no one else would have. As muted as you were, he'd still felt the subtle pull you gave off. The slightest current shift within a moving stream. Your jaw clenched as frustration spiked, fuck him.

Poor choice of words on your part because your thighs clenched tight. You really would have fucked him if that's where it went after Cardo and Trudgen left. Even knowing he wouldn't drop this, not with the need for answers you sparked. You would have let him bend you whichever way he liked. Still would.

If he made good on his promise– threat– you'd ask for more. A nagging feeling told you he'd be able to satisfy you. An itch you weren't aware needed scratching until he was directing you to it. 

Knocking your head softly against the wall at the sentiment. As true as it may be, you didn't need to focus on that. Master would have struck you down herself had she been here. Especially if she knew how eagerly you'd spread your legs for someone like him.

The thought had a sense of acceptance slowly unfurled in your chest. You were always her greatest failure, at least you were still consistent in that. Fist clenching as you really tried to feel bad about how many lines you'd crossed, lessons ignored, and discipline abandoned in your dance with the three knights. 

There wasn't anything you could change about what you'd done. Shouldn't be sitting here focusing on it so much. All you could do was figure out where to go. With the burning between your thighs and clenched thighs, it'd probably be in your best interest to get laid as soon as possible. You'd still fuck Vicrul if he offered, but at least you'd have a clearer head.

There were a few different partners you had on the station. Nothing serious or particularly satisfying, but it'd take the edge off. You'd need to be as alert as you could for whenever your next run-in might be. Leaving base wasn't an option at this point. At least not something as drastic as stealing a ship and skipping to the next system.

No, your loud mouth stole that option. It'd be too odd if you were suddenly gone. Even if it was just Cardo seeking you out for a new mod, you couldn't just be gone. They'd know something was off. Especially if Albrekh couldn't reach you. That'd be the equivalent of you admitting something was worth hiding. They'd hunt you just for running.

You could request a transfer off base. Make up something about work relationships breaking down. Possible bad break up causing you to be inefficient or in a hostile environment….That route would take time though. Something you might not have, but you'd have to risk it if you'd wanted it believable. 

There was no way Hux would approve your transfer as your work stood now. Gu'il wouldn't either. You'd need months to let your production suffer and appear disorganized. Small mistakes here and there causing your work quality to slip. Signs that you were under some kind of stress without causing too many red flags. 

It could work if you played it right. It all hinged on being able to survive whatever came next with the knights. 

The click of a fan humming to life cut through the buzzing silence as your mind settled on the plan. If you wanted a fighting chance, getting laid was your first course of action. 

Who to pick though? You shuffled through your options mentally, pursing your lips. Fero was probably the best option. He was another arms technician, but typically worked the mid-shift. 

You hadn't noticed him getting cozy with anyone recently, so he'd probably be open to a hook-up. The two of you were friendly and you'd made it clear it was just stress relief and he'd been fine with keeping it that way.

He'd probably still have a few more hours before shift end, but if you headed back to the shop you could work on the sniper like you'd wanted and then have a quickie if he was game for it. 

Mind settled and emotions back in place, you pushed yourself up off the ground. You'd make a pit stop by the mess hall and grab something quick. You'd shoot Fero a message asking if he was at the shop or out on the station somewhere and go from there. 

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Hidden Scenes for a Snowy Queen

Doing something kind of simple because Christmas is gonna be slow. If you celebrate hope you're having a Merry one. We're having some friends over for lunch, making a big pot of curry! Tomorrow we'll have what I guess you could call a tale of two girls out of time. Today...it's been a while and I don't think I ever did this just all at once. Yesterday we talked about how Kuma's alternate vantage point flashback sets a precedent because that's what makes Kiku's role in Wano weird. You could do that so well. The key is having specific points an attentive reader can guess at what may come up:

A bit of a weird one but one you gotta mention. Getting through having such a big presence in the arc and never opening up about the month at Tsuru's Teahouse. Focusing on what that blank slate revealed about what you really want. Coupled with more of her own perspective on Bakura Town.

End of Act 1. Cutting off the way we do leaves a lot of room to have said more than just what happened to Luffy. Taking responsibility is a big, believable thing to add on.

Night with Chopper at Tsuru's is a blank check for character building, but mainly showing what we know about being the quiet leader of the breakout plan.

Where were you when the gang went to rob Yasu?

Don't sleep on Luffy being a sharp dude who probably thought of Iva the second he heard what he heard about Kiku in Udon and would know now's not the time. Especially when Act 3 for him gets tied up around a foil for Kiku that doesn't understand the concept. All of this weird way of going about things is because our core point revolves around tact, etiquette, sensibility.

Ending Act 2 gives you a lot of little ones with plenty of room to play with. Returning the Nidai Kitetsu, how the Sunacchi element comes back up and honestly just having a friendly time in the grove. Something got her to "Torao-san." Biggest thing that makes me wonder though is just into Act 3, how the armor scene is so weird but couched in mentioning Jinbei followed by an interesting interlude for Tsuru that drops a big, if understated reveal for Kiku. That piece of context, Tsuru letting her think she was getting away with being incognito, is critical because it's an existing example of this kind of storytelling.

Special note how the flashback in general is perfect. Casually folding Izo in makes it a big, big deal for Kiku and we get pretty much her whole life...except for the interesting personal drama points you'd expect based on the character we'd set up. Specialer note for leaving a perfect opening to roll Shanks & Buggy into when you found out about big bro's decision.

Then this one could go a lot of places but how we seed the idea that Kiku was maybe a little more Toki's retainer by the end. She doesn't talk about Oden much, there's a nanny vibe with the kids that makes sense if you think about it, the actual Rashomon-style subtle reveal of where she was in the jump forward scene. But it was already hinted from here in the example of how Toki rehabilitated Oden's image:

The Raid is a different beast altogether. It's showtime, there's no trick. Kiku just has the odd one out internal Akazaya emotional journey that bounces off the Straw Hats. Did you notice or was there too much going on? Yamato is the star right? Don't think about the enormous butterfly effect potential if he hadn't dragged Luffy away from meeting up with his samurai buds. Seriously, you have it here, all the potential in the world. Luffy plus the samurai could have beaten Kaido quick, Yamato dragging Luffy away hampered that but it was a necessary step to setting up the Awakening. This all fits as an interpretation of Toki's prophecy. Essentially, "Play your part even if you're unaware of the deeper meaning. Because the world depends on what happens tonight."

And of course finally, the aftermath. Skipping Ryokugyu when the fight makes a specific note of "people about to leave shouldn't be here" is one thing...adding that to Ryo hammering the other shoe dropping on the caste theme with Urashima? Playing coy with you and that absence as we set up our endings for Carrot & Yamato?

I still don't know what to think. None of this is new, I was saying it by the end of Wano. While we've been on Egghead a while it was always playing with similar themes and now this Kuma flashback started and ended setting important "precedent." Our idea for a plot resolution looked a lot like how Ginny saved the day at God Valley and Kuma showed us how much POV can change what you thought you knew. We'll get back to the why tomorrow but it felt worth it to reiterate why there's so much potential. I know this bag of tricks has been out of style for some time but it just feels like ground I've seen other series walk so well, the only innovation is letting the trans girl be the mysterious ingenue rather than her vain, worldly foil.

But of course...nothing is weirder than this girl hopping over into the Academy universe and doing the exact same thing, just way less subtle. You already had Kikuhime & Kamatari hanging around a girl that just on her own started off being one of the most meta characters in a silly series where 4th wall gags are a rare final frontier. Call it copium or hopium or whatever cool Gen Z slang you wanna use, I'm ready to keep huffing it well into a new year at this point.

[pan-magi]

Heads up that I won't have much to post for a while. I'm moving! Back home for a bit while I'm figuring stuff out (like not being broke). Before, when I mentioned my slow activity I left for a few years. Don't worry, I'm not planning on doing that. I have a backlog of... shitpost ideas, which I will post when I have time. If I have the sudden urge and energy to get some of my longer text posts done then I'll try to do them. Any edits and gifs though will be on the back burner for a while.

(That's the gist of it. If you want a mental health discussion and my general thought process on tumblr, read more if curious. It's more of the vein of "tumblr is an addictive website for me" than "this site is destructive and damning." jsyk)

I know I have it in my blog description that the blog is semi-archived. I have been doing my best though to at least post somewhat regularly. The rate for posting may not be fast per number of posts but for me working on them it is very time and energy consuming (yay executive dysfunction and undiagnosed ADHD woo). It doesn't help either not using Photoshop anymore making gifs is lot less streamlined (get all my necessary screenshots frame by frame and organize them -> edit each individually -> put them together with final edits to make a gif. All in 3 separate programs). My wallet appreciates the decision at least.

The thing is I put that in the description not for the lack of time I have to do stuff but the opposite. I have a lot of empty time to fill. Tumblr is one of the few social media sites I actually use and even with the ability to curate your dash (maybe in part because of it), it is easy for tumblr to be addictive without noticing it. That's with me not bothering with the app. I do check a lot with the mobile browser though. I knew with my attention span and how I tend to do or not get things done that being consistently active would not be the best for me personally. Not bad, per say, but not great.

I love you all. It's been great to see a few of my older followers still interact with my posts from time to time. It's nice to see new ones and the Magi fandom in general getting new people coming in, maybe just for the tumblr side or maybe new altogether, when the series has been complete for years. When I say tumblr is not good for me, I don't mean you. Lots of love for everyone /platonically, my aroace ass wants to clarify and add on a giant thank you for no aphobic hate by anyone here either. I would not have trusted to come out on tumblr even if I had my identity figured out when I was active before.

I do want to keep people satisfied. Analytics shouldn't matter on this hellsite, and they don't, not really. I don't care about what the number is but seeing any notes on my posts is a quick dopamine rush. "Yay, I made someone smile." If I have a free moment, I'm like "I should check tumblr," or "I should work on post for blog." I enjoy what I make and enjoy doing it. However, it's become more attempting to be active and getting something out there despite saying I will manage juggling all sorts of different stuff better. I'm not doing other recreational stuff I want to do. I'm behind on games, movies, books, creative shit outside of tumblr, watching Magi for at least the fifth time... If I have a free moment I'm "work on tumblr post."

It's dumb. I should be able to manage shit better. Again, ADHD. Or maybe it's something else. IDFK.

All this to say that I'm taking the excuse of moving to force myself out of the tumblr sphere. I won't have the time or energy to get larger time-consuming posts done. I might as well focus on something else when I have the opportunity.

I am not planning on disappearing. I do like it here. Stayed too long at the spa though and need to get out and get cool, fresh air. I have short, borderline/actual shitposts I want to get done, as mentioned up top. One may be up in the next week. Who knows though? I don't. What I do know is that if I post something over the summer it will be because it is something I want to get done, when I want it to get done. No rushing myself pointlessly. It will be little things though. Bigger edits and gifs aren't hard yet tedious and draining when I'll be buried in boxes and working on home repairs for the immediate future.

Everyone take care of yourselves out there. If you read all this, thanks! Now, I've spent over an hour working on this when it was supposed to take me 15-20 minutes, and I need to sleep lol.

[kaythefloppa]

Binga Redesign [Sloth Bear] + Rewrite/HC:

My first artwork that ever is posted on Tumblr. It's garbage and disproportionate, but it's something!! [to be clear, this isn't the only Lion King/Guard-based artwork that I've made, this is the first of many that I'll be uploading here].

I've been high off of my Lion Guard hyper fixation for the past few weeks, mainly in how demotivation and disappointing S3 was and how I should write my post-canon fic/have the events after the finale play out in my verse [which I will illustrate with some art-pieces - I'll do this here, Deviantart and on the Lion King subreddit, my user is KrattBoy2006].

However, one thing really ground my gears to a halt and made me immediately clap my hands and say "Fuck this" was fucking Binga. I refuse to accept this abominable incontinent MLP-OC-reject-pukeskin-gender-bendered little Chippette. She's 10x more annoying than Bunga is [even with Season 3's character assassination of the poor dude], her existence, personality, design, and by extension, her relationship with Bunga relies on really outdated, sexist, and overall boring hetero-romance tropes. You could cut her from the story and nothing of substance would be changed [don't believe me? Fiona Riley recorded more lines for the one episode Shabaha appears in, than for the 3 episodes Binga appears in. Take that however you will]

Out of everything in TLG S3 that I've had to tolerate or write around when it comes to my headcanons, AUs, and fics, Binga is the one thing that I flat-out choose to ignore altogether. If not because of how much cringe I endure, it's because.... she's boring lmao.

And rather than just taking the easy way out and pretending she doesn't exist [not like that's not a good option either] or by having Bunga dump this chick [again, am not entirely opposed to], I eventually just said “screw canon” and came up with my own version of her, more fleshed out than in the show itself [I’m definitely not a fan of her name since that’s another cisbend of Bunga, but until I find a good substitute, I'll go with Sloth!Binga].

Rant Aside: On with my Rewrite version of Binga. Here, she’s a sloth bear: Why that? Because A) I want to take more advantage of the Asia setting, B) because sloth bears are termite predators like honey badgers so it does fit, C) because sloth bears, much like honey badgers are incredibly fierce when they need to be, D) I’m a sucker for height difference in relationships, and E) I think them being an interspecies couple makes it very interesting, funny, and wholesome, and be a neat mirror to Timon & Pumbaa's relationship. [And before y'all say anything about how they can't have babies, note that the ability to reproduce in a relationship should not solely determine if two characters should and shouldn't get together]:

I originally wanted to have her be a honey guide [since they do also live in India]. But then I read that the whole "Honey badger/honey guide symbiotic relationship" thing was an outdated myth so I went with the next available bug-eating, Indian-native animal.

In my AU, Binga is the polar opposite of Bunga. She lived in fear and isolation as a result of immense trauma from the loss of her parents [in the same tragedy that took Sãhasí and Ãnanda and left young Rani with a scar, I'll get to that point in my verse soon]. The Night Pride adopts her out of pity and she grows up as a sister to Rani and Baliyo until she leaves on her own: Meeting Bunga inspires her to be braver, but at the same time, she is able to help Bunga become mature and level-headed, and which inspires him to eventually reconcile with Kion and apologize to him for his emotional negligence.

Bunga and Sloth!Binga have an on-off relationship. Both of them are new to the concept of actually being with someone, especially with one of them having such a coveted and busy title as the Night Pride's Bravest. They go through some ups and downs and travel around lands with each other before eventually deciding that they would rather spend the rest of their lives with each other.

I have 2 existing possible outcomes for their future:

Scenario 1:

Bunga and Binga follow Kion to the Pridelands after him and Rani's relationship falls apart, and during their time there, Bunga and Binga stay at Timon & Pumbaa's old home. When Kion returns to rebuild his alliance with the Night Pride, Bunga, and Binga opt to stay in the Pridelands, and they help advise the next Bravest of the Lion Guard .

Scenario 2:

Same as Scenario 1, except when Kion returns to the Tree of Life, Bunga and Binga return alongside him and become the surrogate aunt and uncle to Kion and Rani's kids.

In either outcome, they do end up adopting children, orphaned from both the Pridelands and the Tree of Life, much to the excitement of Grandpa Timon & Pumbaa.

For Binga's design, I tried to incorporate the sloth bear look and blend it with Binga's design. The freckles were my own design choice. Overall it doesn't look as awful as it could've been.

[slothgirl91]

Reasons why you maybe shouldn't play Final Fantasy: A New Empire...

FFXV might just be the most hated game on the internet. A quick scroll through of Reddit is all it takes to realise that this game makes a lot of people really, really mad.

And even though I am an OG 2017 player who really enjoys this game, I can understand the criticism. Hell, I even agree with most of it!

This game is not for everyone.

In fact, I think certain people should avoid this game altogether.

So here's my list of reasons why you maybe shouldn't play Final Fantasy: A New Empire.

1. You have an addictive personality or have previously struggled with gaming addiction.

FFXV is - quite literally - designed to appeal to people with addictive personalities. This isn't me spouting some whacky conspiracy theory, it is well-established fact that this is what these kinds of games are built on.

There is no limit to the amount of time you can spend playing FFXV. There is always something to do, someone to chat with, and it is easy to lose hours upon hours each day playing it.

Furthermore, it is pretty much a requirement to log into this game at least twice daily in order to progress quickly and protect your hero from being captured. This does ease off at higher levels, but for the first few months, the time commitment can be quite intensive.

If you have an addictive personality, or if you've struggled with gaming addiction before, then my recommendation would be to stay away.

2. You've had issues with impulsive or reckless spending in the past.

FFXV is a freemium game. This means it is available as a F2P, but a lot of the premium content requires in-game purchases.

This paid content is a constant temptation while playing. The ads for available packs-for-purchase pop up every time you open the app. Furthermore, you will also often see your guildmates discussing which packs they are going to buy next in the guild chat.

If you have struggled with impulsive or reckless spending in the past, then I would be wary of downloading this game. I have seen a lot of players accidentally spending more than they can afford in this game. And I'm not just talking about a couple of dollars here and there - I'm talking thousands of dollars (see above point re: addiction).

I am someone who does struggle with impulsive spending occasionally, but what I do with FFXV is I set myself a monthly budget and I stick to it. For my last few years of playing, that budget has been $10. Set a spending amount you can afford/won't regret and stick to it no matter what.

If you're finding yourself constantly tempted to go over your budget, then maybe it is time to consider uninstalling the game.

3. If the idea of being attacked constantly upsets you.

FFXV is a war game, so it should go without saying that your empire is going to get attacked. A lot.

But in all the years I have played this game, one constant remains: there are always a whole bunch of players who get really, really upset after being attacked.

Maybe they are only at level 20 and they are raging because a big level 60 attacked them and they think that's bullying. Maybe every week they spend a huge amount of resources training up their troops, only to have the same player come in and kill all those troops every time. Maybe someone tile hit them or stole their monster.

Being a little bit disgruntled over these kinds of occurrences is fine, but if this kind of stuff is going to genuinely sour your mood then this just isn't the game for you.

At the more extreme end, I've seen players send death threats to other players over stuff like this. At the less-extreme-but-still-dangerous end, I've seen guild mates get so mad that they spend hundreds of dollars on packs just to get someone back. Sometimes, this is money that those players really couldn't afford to spend.

So basically, long story short, if you don't think you're capable of enjoying the chaos of a war game, then don't download a war game.

4. If your mental health is in a vulnerable place right now.

Similar to my above point, there is a lot of toxicity in FFXV - and not everyone is going to be in a good enough place mentally to handle it.

Basically, every FFXV realm contains these two types of players:

The realm bullies

The realm whingers

The bullies are the players who drop thousands of dollars into the game and spend most of their time going around and attacking other players - and these players are usually much smaller than they are.

And for every realm bully, there are at least a dozen realm whingers. These are the people who let these attacks get to them and take out their anger in the universal realm chat.

The whingers will swear, they'll rant, they'll say incredibly offensive things - it's a lot. Basically, sometimes the Realm Chat is fun, and other times it is really, really toxic.

Both the bullies and the whingers can - understandably - be quite taxing on your mental health, especially if it isn't in a great place. During 2020, I was feeling more vulnerable than usual so I made the decision to step away from the game for a few months until I was in a better place - and this is something that I would recommend every player be mindful of.

No game is worth putting you in a shitty mood in real life. Always ask yourself if a game is bringing you joy or stress - and if a game is causing more stress than joy, then maybe it's time to move on.

Conclusion

FFXV can be a really fun game if you are the kind of person who loves the chaos of it all. It is action-packed and there's always something going down in terms of attacks and alliances and guild wars. Furthermore, forming bonds with your guild mates and chatting and helping each other out is arguably the best part of the game.

But, at the end of the day, it is still a war game - and one that is built around encouraging you to spend a lot of time and money. Proceed with caution and look after yourself!

[wjforever]

Destroy me again. Chapter 3: Warner's mental notes. Day 11

I'm walking down a dark, narrow corridor, listening to my own footsteps echo off the walls, filling the space around me.

I have already managed to put aside the feeling of disappointment and indignation caused by my father's sudden intervention. He wants to talk to me. He wanted to do it right then, at the very moment when I was going to escort her to her room.

I would be able to cancel any important and urgent matter. But I can't refuse my father. It's not about my unquestioning obedience to him. It's just his game with me, and if I now demonstrate that I'm not prioritizing the way he needs, he can take action and I can lose Juliette altogether. He shouldn't have such power over me, he shouldn't feel that he has another lever of pressure on me. Blackmail is what he eats for breakfast. So I had to leave her with Kent.

That's fine. I'll see her at dinner. It's not such a long wait. It's not two weeks and two days. Not eight months. She needs to rest anyway. The main thing is that the first step has already been taken and a start has been made.

I could feel her. Touch her. Get inside her. For the first time. This is a special and very important event for me. This is the most intimate act of all that can happen. People mistakenly believe that the most intimate thing is physical interaction, but this is not like this. The most amazing and private thing is to share with a person feelings and thoughts.

I managed to invade her emotions and feelings. This is a nonconsensual invasion, which no one gave me the right to. But I don't know how to be different. I've always been such a shameless conqueror. With everyone. And feel her... it's hard to control yourself when your dream comes true. When you touch the relic you've been dreaming about for months. But now she's here with me…

I would like our first meeting to be different. I would have taken her to me, calmed her down, assured her that she was in no danger, would have told her everything. This is something that really could have given a better result, even if she didn't believe me at the beginning. But it's a luxury I can't afford. She shouldn't know too much for her own benefit. Nevertheless, I tried to do everything as finely and effectively as possible. I chose the cleanest room, made sure that the lighting intensity could be regulated, I guessed that she might have vision problems. I made sure that she was surrounded only by the most pleasant and reliable soldiers of my personal guard.

I was so excited that I could barely contain myself. There are no surveillance cameras in that hall, as a rule this place is not used for important purposes. Nobody cares about it, we are not at the headquarters and control is somewhat weaker here. So even though we were not alone, I allowed myself a little intemperance. But I know that those people who surrounded us will not pass the information on to my father. It's not about loyalty to me. They just hate him even more than they hate me. That's why although I had to play my part, I could afford a little more than usual. God knows - it's not easy to contain an erupting volcano inside, when lava flows burn through any obstacles in their path.

And I must admit that she exceeded all my expectations. 

Juliette Ferrars. 

A deep sigh allows my mind to clear itself of unnecessary emotions now. I'm mentally preparing myself for communication with my father. Now I need to remember everything that happened once again and analyze our meeting without succumbing to excessive emotions. To note the most important things that I learned from my first contact with her, the first personal interaction.

• she's not as mentally exhausted as I thought. There is a fire and a thirst for struggle boiling in her. This tears out several dozen pages from my prepared plan. 

Although the situation she found herself in put her in a humiliating position, I didn't feel sorry for her. I think this feeling would be much more humiliating for her. She was holding up pretty well, she didn't seem like a person who had been in a cell for eight months. Even after all this time spent in the cruel conditions, she managed to retain in herself a spark of rebelliousness, a desire to fight, self-will. It's so intriguing, and I want to get to know her better.

When I watched her from the side, I saw that she could take the initiative, but I didn't think that so many feelings and emotions seethe in her. She's so passionate, emotional and impetuous that I feel our similarity more keenly. Perhaps this will help me to better understand which steps should and which shouldn't be taken in interaction with her.

• Kent. He's harmless, actually. He doesn't feel anything for her. Even when they are around each other, Kent is only slightly interested. Not in her, in her well-being. This is his desire for justice and strict adherence to the rules. For him, the innocent shouldn't be punished, and the guilty should be destroyed. And now it's obvious to me why he was so concerned about her abusers being punished. She was hurt for nothing. But he's not at all bothered by my reaction when I pretend that her concern for him annoys me. He's not moved by my phrases about her devotion. Nothing from him, just absolute dedication to his duty.

But Juliette. It's hard not to notice how much his betrayal hurt her, and I don't like it. She's offended and disappointed. But although she doubts him, she's not terrified, on the contrary, his presence calms her. In fact, I could use this, especially in the early stages. Besides, right now, he's the only one I can trust her with. Of all those present, he's the most comfortable person for her. So with him around, I can be calm for her. 

• her attitude towards me… It's too early to talk about this. Of course, I felt her fear, her contempt and complete distrust. I felt it all. It doesn't bother me though. It's natural. I was expected this. No. In fact, I expected even worse. Much worse. But even though she tried to bite, she kept her sanity, and I'm sure that in time we will be able to get along.

This is something I can work with, it can be adjusted, corrected. I'll give her everything she might need and wait for her barriers to start falling. We just need a little time to get to know each other, to understand each other. She's an amazing creature. And I'm sure I can help her. A little of the most ordinary primitive domestic comfort can give anyone a little more peace of mind. Not a trust. It's not even a question of that at this moment. Now she just needs to wash, warm up, sleep and eat. And I cringe again at the mere thought that she was deprived of all this. The simplest, most basic needs.

• she expects physical pain. It doesn't make her feel shocked or unfair. She's almost waiting for it. Fear transformed into indifference, guilt made her submissive. This is a dangerous, borderline state. When a person ceases to fear for his own life, when his instinct for self-preservation becomes so weak, the risk of irreparable mistakes increases. I have to make sure she doesn't have suicidal thoughts.

I also have to make sure she's know that she will be safe here. She shouldn't be afraid. 

• she's very proud. Despite her guilt and self-loathing. She likes equality. She almost feels the need for it. She doesn't treat me like she treats Kent. Although I represent power, she's much more audacious with me than with him. Authority doesn't frighten her, but only causes contempt. It will be difficult for me to keep the balance at the beginning. She shouldn't be forced, she needs to be persuaded, she needs to be talked to, but in the beginning I will have to force her to obey me. It's in her best interest. But I'll need to gradually move to a different communication model. This will be a difficult task.

• she likes being stroked. When she's touched, soothe with patting. This goes beyond her profile. A person with such a psychological trauma shouldn't perceive unauthorized touching of her in this way. But my touch calmed her down, even though it seemed humiliating to her.

During our short meeting, I managed to touch her three times. None of these touches evoked real fear or horror. The first was the most desirable. The subsequent ones caused much more confusion, mixed with indignation and a bit of disgust. But she also felt surprised. And also – desire. She wanted to be touched so freely.

Assumption: if the touch doesn't make her feel threatened, it makes her feel like she's normal, not dangerous or disgust. I need to pay more attention to this issue, and if I'm not mistaken, I'll need to use this technique. If it's good for her.

Nota bene. This touch of mine wasn't planned. I succumbed to the impulse when they hit her without my orders. They acted within the usual framework, my miscalculation. I should have taken care of it beforehand. I didn't do it just because I thought it wouldn't be necessary, but her weakness and curiosity were perceived by them as a threat and disobedience. Her reaction made me want to console her, even if I did this in the only way I could, being in front of my soldiers. Although this has given me new useful information, I need to think more carefully about my actions.

• she was impressed by my appearance. In a positive way. This is good news. If the person's appearance seems likable to you, it's much easier to establish contact. And she really liked what she saw. The bad news is, it caused a wave of self-contempt in her. Our contrast turned out to be too striking. However, I was ready for this, so I don't need to make adjustments to the plan. She will have access to water, clothes, cosmetics, medical care and everything else that a girl needs in order not to feel herself like a piece of dirt on the floor. But I need to pay more attention to her attitude towards herself. I need to tell her the truth about herself more: praise her, emphasize her beauty, compliment her. It's important to her. And she shouldn't feel unequal to me. She must understand that she's no worse and even better than me.

Nota bene. It's strange and inexplicable, but her reaction caused me too much excitement. People often find me attractive, this is not news to me. Maybe I should even have been disappointed that she suddenly paid attention to something as insignificant as the appearance of a person she considers an enemy. This is a dangerous perception of the opponent. Unacceptable. And this should be regarded as her miscalculation, requiring further correction and additional trainings. But instead, I was... flattered. I shouldn't let my ego cloud my mind. I need to pay attention to my own further behavior towards her.

• her hatred for me grows out of her self-hatred, since between a feeling of sympathy for my appearance and a sharp antipathy was her self-loathing. Perhaps, if I carry out everything planned earlier, I will be able to achieve her disposed towards me quite quickly.

• she often withdraws into herself, even in such serious circumstances. I don't need to interfere into this. If she's more comfortable this way, it's not a big deal. I shouldn't pull her out of her thoughts at such moments, but carefully penetrate inside her mind, helping her cope with the situation.

I stop in front of a heavy door, entering a familiar room. My meeting with my father only partially distracts me from my thoughts. We only talk about current affairs with him. About important issues and tasks. He only asks me about her at the end. If I received my delivery. And I briefly answer that I haven't had time to deal with it properly yet. I see his wide smirk, a chill runs down my spine, and I get disconnected before his gaze starts burning through me.

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[muu-kun]

[  CAUGHT  ]  receiver catches sending getting flushed because of something they are doing or wearing.  (from deo<3)

Time had managed to greatly escape him. Having little frame of mind in place for how long he had been seated on the other's lap, or how long they continued to chat and mingle well after lefts grew tired, he felt the true amount of hours spent in each other's company was ultimately unable to be determined. What knowledge he did possess, however, was that it been just the right amount of time for him to aquire a SLEEPOVER.

He surprisingly remained very cheerful of the opportunity to create a nice little set up on the couch for himself to claim. In the past, he had quite a habit of acting on bitterness when not allowed into the bed of those already welcoming enough to even offer the option of spending the night. In the particular instance involving Deo, however, he'd volunteered it on his accord. They'd spent so much of the day attached at the hip --more specifically in a manner from crude-- so he sought out no reason for they shouldn't have gotten their own time to unwind into a proper slumber.

Once satisfied with the draping of a blanket and pillow atop the elongated piece of furniture, he sought to retrieve from his bag proper sleeping attire. On average, he always liked to carry in his bag some extra pieces of clothing for any kinds of purposes; however, on peering into it, he'd seemed too wild and impulsive to assign a pair of shorts to go alongside a considerably boring pair of seamless boxer briefs contained in a ziploc bag.

What options he had to persist without a pair of shorts were too unfavorable in his opinion. Either he would need to sleep in his jeans, which was a no from the start. Or he'd have to make do with only a t-shirt to provide minimal coverage over an admittedly very short pair of undergarments. Pass to that one as well. Logically, all that remained for him to be able to do was pester Deo for a pair of pajama pants that preferably came with a tie to adjust to his smaller waist size.

He'd known that the other had already separated himself to get ready for bed as well, and yet it would seem that natural knocking etiquette escaped him by the manner in which he barged into the private space of the other's bedroom to make his request. By all accounts of his act of inconsideration and carelessness, could he really have had any merit to complain about things seen? Luckily, in perhaps both their cases, all he'd manage to take sight of was the taller male resuming a standing position as modestly one could be called when adorning only their underwear.

Already on its way into a presumably awkward and embarrassing situation as is, Muu aided in traditional Muu fashion by hastily removing the t-shirt covering his upper half, and tossing it to the side with the intention of putting them in even playing fields as a matching set. Frankly, the pair of them were both men as is, and he had on all technical accounts been in proximity to the other male in lesser states, so really he felt no rise in any kind of elevation-- uncomfortable, ashamed, or anything overwise-- in regards to the pair of them sharing a space in comfortable, sleep appropriate states of undressed. If anything, the most he felt at all was a bit jealous that boxers worn by the taller male were much cooler in design and cut than his fitted, plain colored boxer briefs.

Oblivious to any existing inconvenience on the part of him intruding, the blond ventured forward on shrinking the amount of separation between them until he could successfully grasp the base of the patterned undergarments worn by his fellow man. There was something about them in conjunction to their earlier interaction between another involving decided upon pet names, and of just the expansive amount of affection offered by the individual he believed to be a demon that altogether drew him to the conclusion that Deo was cuter than he recalled him ever being before. Where he previously thought of them as being devil-like in nature, his more present mindset was soft in a way more comparable to that of a Sanrio character. An unexpected observation, yes, but not an unfavorable one.

"Oooh.. It got hearts on them just like Valentine's day.. Pretty.. Still, Muu very sorry to walk into your room to be making you have shame for dressing into jammies. If it be making you feel better, I say very safely to you that red is very good color for you. Oh.. and you would you lookey there? I see me a belly button. I'm gonna get it!!"

[cristimaia]

Choosing the Right Size Grow Tent for a 20-Plant Cannabis Garden: A Guide

Could it be said that you are considering the tent size you'll require for the number of marijuana plants you intend to develop? I've separated every one of the elements to be considered to go with the choice. Interaction takes no longer than a couple of moments.

By and large, ought to have 2×2 feet of develop space per grown-up weed plant in your develop tent. You likewise need to have space for different things like a humidifier.

These assessments are accepting that you don't prepare your plants. Preparing pot plants includes bowing the plant stems to give all the more light openness to more bud destinations. Depending what preparing strategy you use, that could wind up occupying extra room per plant. I've seen single pot plants prepared to take up a whole 3×3 foot development tent.

What size develop tent for autoflowers:

Autoflowers commonly become 3ft tall. I'd observe similar rules spread out above in the event that you're thinking about developing autoflowers in a develop tent, and here's the reason:

Despite the fact that autoflowers are more modest, the branches can in any case take up impressive width when they're completely developed, regardless of whether their level is more limited.

In this way you shouldn't expect a lot of room reserve funds from developing autoflowers contrasted with customary pot plants in a develop tent. You could possibly crush an additional one in there. Yet, it's anything but a radical contrast in how much space you'll have.

Keep in mind: These are good guesses in view of ~24 square crawls of room required PER PLANT utilising a 3 or 5 gallon develop sack. Underneath I'll depict techniques for keeping up with your plant's level and size so you can really fit this measure of plants in your develop tent.

Decide the space required per plant:

Weed plants can fill in a scope of sizes, large numbers of which are controllable. Deciding how much space you'll require per plant is an extraordinary beginning to deciding how much complete space you'll require in a develop tent.

The most usually utilised develop packs for home-developing weed are three and five gallon develop sacks. A decent guideline is to permit 2 gallons of soil for each foot of wanted plant level.

For deciding the all out space required inside your future develop tent, I'll begin by separating the widths of various size develop sacks.

Investigate the breadths above for each developed pack size. In any case, you can't stop there , on the grounds that the plant's branches will eventually develop past the edge of the develop pack.

For 3 and 5 gallon develop packs you ought to consider the weed plants can grow 13-15cm past the edge of the develop sack on some random side.

So altogether assuming that you're hoping to grow four plants in 3-gallon develop packs, you ought to save 44-49 cm (16-17.5in) of space per plant.

That is 27-32cm for the develop pack, in addition to 16-17cm of space past the edge of the develop sack, for a sum of 44-49 cm per plant utilising 3 or 5 gallon develop packs.

Assuming that you intend to fill in bigger packs/pails, you ought to expect the branches will possibly become farther than the 13-15cm assessed for 3 or 5 gallon develop sacks, so leave considerably more space to breathe for your marijuana plants.

So what size develop tent do you really want for 4 cannabis plants? In fact you could firmly fit them into a 3x3ft develop tent, however you wouldn't have space for a standing fan or humidifier. You may as yet drape stuff from the highest point obviously.

In the event that you need an agreeable fit for 4 pot plants in 3-5 gallon develop packs (in addition to a humidifier), preferably, you ought to go with a 4×4 develop tent (48″x48″x60″ in.)

How tall ought my tent be?

On the off chance that you're developing a pot or a tall vegetable plant like tomatoes, you ought to stay with the standard 80-inch level on the 4×4 develop tents. This is the reason:

Your develop light will drape around one foot from the roof of the develop tent, and contingent upon the strength of your develop light you'll require 18-24 creeps between the develop light and the plant surface.

So without skipping a beat you've spent 2.5-3ft of level. That leaves you with 3.5ft for your marijuana plants, perhaps somewhat more assuming you're ready to string your develop light up somewhat higher. Obviously, you can constantly utilise a dimmer on your develop light, however the light will not infiltrate to the lower parts of the plant.

Assuming that you're developing more modest plants like succulents or house blossoms, you might have the option to pull off a scaled down develop tent that has a more modest level.

Leave space for a humidifier in your develop tent:

One advantage of developing plants inside is the capacity to control the climate to acquire the most ideal reap.

While you're asking yourself what size develop tent to buy, if it's not too much trouble, make sure to get one with sufficient space for your plants In addition to a humidifier!

Develop Tent Tips to Attempt Before you Purchase

How much space do you have?

Prior to purchasing a develop tent, you want to know your developing region and the size of the tent that will be in great shape in it.

Purchase a develop tent that is too huge and you could wind up paying an excess for warming, lighting and other tank-farming hardware.

Pick one that is excessively little and it could get packed, establishing a climate that is not ideal for mature plants.

What tank-farming gear will you use?

Most developed tents and frameworks are adaptable, so you can go up in size if necessary. However, it merits calculation in additional room to develop lights, radiators, humidifiers, fans, extractors and different bits of unit.

What develop lights will you use?

This will straightforwardly impact the kind of tent you pick. The more serious they are, the greater your development will be - and you'll require a taller development tent.

What number of developed tents do you want?

Generally, a great many people just need one development tent. For ideal outcomes, we suggest utilising two - one for engendering and one for the vegetative development and blossoming stage.

What spending plan do you have?

Regardless of what size you need, your spending plan will continuously decide the development tent you pick. Modest develop tents might cost less, yet spending somewhat more can frequently mean it endures longer and creates more yields - making it a superior long haul speculation.

The amount of DevelopedTent Space I want per Plant?

THC cultivators frequently develop pot plants in a wide assortment of sizes - from little seedlings to weighty yielding developments.

To decide the aggregate sum of room you'll require in a develop tent, a decent guideline is to give 10 litres of soil to each foot of plant level.

Remember to leave a touch of additional breathing space as well!

The most ordinarily accessible developed sacks are 25 liters and 50 liters. In any case, a plant's branches will most likely develop around 13 cm to 15cm past the edge (on all sides).

[nerdycatstudent]

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[delusion-of-negation]

What? You're saying that if I hate something, and don't want to see it, I should NOT interact with it, and force all my fellow haters of that thing to see it by making a big post announcing that I hate this thing?????? However shall I be righteous and act like I'm better than everyone else if I can't publicly proclaim I hate the thing? /SSSS lol, the amount of people who seriously act like that is impressive tbh. 😂Thanks for your original post, I legit had a chuckle.

an irl friend (who was thirteen then but is older now, thanks to the effects of time) once was talking to me about a youtuber I liked back then, and how I shouldn't like them any more because a friend of said youtuber had some problematic kink art, and I asked how he'd found out and other relevant follow-up questions. he'd been watching callout video after callout video about this person, and all of them had been directing his understandable discomfort with the mature topic into a self-righteous campaign - they'd weaponised and re-directed the distress they had caused him by showing him something, that they hadn't age-restricted, that was too mature for him. he didn't even seem aware that the callout videos were the ones who'd exposed him, the ones who'd been careless with him, because they'd put the information across in a way that made him angry at the person who'd just been chilling on their own private blog drawing their silly pictures, far away from him.

and so I had to figure out how to convey that, regardless of what he felt about the person, he should not be viewing content about this topic - which, if you know anything about upset teenagers, is not an easy challenge, especially when, unlike the callout videos, I actually really didn't want to talk to him about that stuff. the event came up in conversation recently, and now that he's older and calmer I was able to be more upfront, and he said that I'd handled it well at the time (idk if there's an objective way to tell if I did a good job, but I tried), but I said that honestly I wished I'd known how to get him to just go talk to his parents about what he was watching back then, because he clearly was not ready to be watching that kind of thing, and he said that if I ever tell him "go talk to your parents" now, he promises not to react negatively and to take that advice (not that it really matters any more since, y'know, the passage of time). I made the post you're talking about a little while after said more recent conversation, and immediately after seeing antis going off about (iirc) people from old memes who make incest porns now - I wanted to make something serious but funny about how utterly fucked it is that people expose teens to that shit just so they can weaponise the distress they cause by doing so.

as an aside, we were recently hanging out with a younger relative of his, and my friend made a more adult joke, and then a friend was like "language", and I was like "oh how the tables turn".

my stance is more that, if you hate something, and you want to go off about how much you hate it 1) age-restrict anything you think is too sensitive for kids so you're not being a massive hypocrite when you talk about it, 2) be aware that you will be recommended that kind of thing as a result, and it's not some evil cabal trying to spread the thing and it's not that the thing is everywhere, you did this to yourself via algorithms, and 3) be aware that when you do this you're blasting someone's private stuff to thousands of people, and that's kind of uncool when they never asked for that, so censor or otherwise take steps to protect the person where necessary. I think if antis did those things I'd take less issue with them being like "ew this ship is so gross", because as much as I disagree with them on that point, at least they wouldn't be weaponising the discomfort they knowingly caused in young teens to harass people. like, the best thing would be if they just avoided what they hate altogether and went on with their lives, but I understand the allure of bitching about things you dislike so I can't be too pissy.

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[lecinea]

Hiya in this post: post/667220718656815104/in-one-of-the-extras-jgy-talks-about-how-jc-has it ends with "4. Jiang Cheng absolutely hates Wen Ning. But that's another discussion." I searched Wen Ning but didn't find any of your thoughts on this. Did I miss it or would you care to share?

You're absolutely right, I never actually elaborated on that statement! I'm sticking mostly to novel canon for this, because Jiang Cheng's relationship with the Wen siblings is a lot more complicated in CQL (In that he's more consciously aware how much he actually owes them and also has that tension going with Wen Qing).

For the most part, I think Jiang Cheng hates Wen Ning more for what he represents than for who he is as a person, because really, until the Golden Core reveal, they've never actually said more than a few words to each other.

First and foremost, Wen Ning is a Wen and was actually part of the forces invading Lotus Pier. Now according to Wen Ning himself he has not killed any Jiang Sect people and only hurried to Lotus Pier after the fighting had already started but Jiang Cheng doesn't know that. Jiang Cheng was also not conscious when Wen Ning smuggled him out of Lotus Pier, and when he came to in the Yiling supervisory office he had a breakdown when seeing Wen Ning and almost immediately got knocked out again by Wen Qing. When he wakes up, 3 days later, the Wen siblings are gone. (most of this happens in chapter 59 & 60) The next time Jiang Cheng sees Wen Ning is when he's dead and Wei Wuxian is trying to bring him back.

But Jiang Cheng's hate doesn't solely come from the family that Wen Ning belongs to. He seems to recognize that he and Wei Wuxian do owe the Wen siblings for helping them out, which is something he tries to explain to the other sect leaders before Nie Mingjue bulldozes over his argument with a reminder that the Wen annihilated Yunmeng Jiang (chapter 73). But as I've said in previous posts, Wei Wuxian is taking the Wen remnants to live in the burial mounds at a time when Jiang Cheng is struggling to rebuilt Lotus Pier and keep his head above water in the political landscape. From Jiang Cheng's point of view, if Wei Wuxian wasn't indepted to the Wens, he would be in Yungmeng, helping Jiang Cheng out (though this is more speculation on my part, of course there was already a mountain of trauma that Wei Wuxian was working through). So it's easy to feel jealous and resentful of the people that took Wei Wuxian away from him.

Because I do feel like jealousy is also a big part of Jiang Cheng's dislike of Wen Ning. Wei Wuxian picked certain doom with the Wens over abandoning the Wens and going home with Jiang Cheng. Was it the right thing to do? Absolutely. But Jiang Cheng couldn't protect Wei Wuxian without endangering Yunmeng Jiang and was only aware of a very small part of the debt that both he and Wei Wuxian owed to Wen Ning and Wen Qing. And it must've stung. We know that Jiang Cheng is insecure, and one of the people he loved most actively choosing to not only leave his side but the sect altogether... Hard not to take that at least a little personal. Of course if Jiang Cheng had actually discussed these feelings with Wei Wuxian it would've saved a lot of heartache, but neither man is very well at expressing themselves.

Now, the last thing I think contributes to the hate is just the fact that Wen Ning is a fierce corpse and that he killed Jin Ling's father. Nothing much more complicated than the natural repulsion of seeing something that shouldn't technically exist. (No offence to Wen Ning, I love him dearly, but he is living a kind of half-life that I honestly wouldn't wish on my worst enemies.) It's also much easier for Jiang Cheng to just despise Wen Ning, who he didn't really know, than untangle all the complicated and painful emotions related to Wei Wuxian.

With all that being said, I do want to point out that Wen Ning's feelings towards Jiang Cheng, which are also not very charitable, are absolutely justified as well. Just because I am a shameless Jiang Cheng apologizer does not mean that I do not recognize that he's a very angry and volatile person and, that from Wen Ning's point of view, he is absolutely ungrateful and unappreciative for what Wei Wuxian has done (and sacrificed) for him.

Anyways, I like to read fics where helicopter parent Jiang Cheng and 'I died when I was 18 so it feels less awkward hanging out with teens' Wen Ning are forced to interact during the juniors' night hunts and actually start to get along (bonus points if they eventually kiss). So personally I don't think Jiang Cheng and Wen Ning know each other well enough for the hate to actually run that deep. But that's more my own fanon interpertation.

[dangan-meme-palace]

More thoughts on how momo/haru is badly written:

not only the pacing of Maki getting close to him and falling for him is off and also it has some good moments in the early stages but it worsens with time.

Their interactions begin with Maki having quite the negative opinion of Kaito, she complains that he's dragging her places, harassing her, yanking her arm and not letting her go... Even if Kaito is defending her and inviting her to hang out with him, none of that has any effect on Maki and she still dislikes him.

Then Kaito is absent for a few days, and when he disappears and he comes back... well Maki appreciates him. She clearly worries about him and why he's absent and says she wants to keep up the training sessions when Kaito wants to change the training time or cancel the sessions altogether.

Kaito is back for investigation time, but after he jumps on Maki he's away again. Chapter 4 begins, and the trio spend time together and finally Maki has that conversation with Shuichi when she hints that she has fallen for someone in the killing game.

The writing has Maki be cold and indifferent to Kaito, then doesn't let her spend any significant time with him for most of chapter 3 cuz they keep yanking him away from us, and then even in chapter 4 when Kaito is really back, they all hang out as a group, and Maki can't have, like heart-to-heart conversations with Kaito that would have justified her falling for him. She falls for Kaito after a week of interacting, her opinion on Kaito changes from really bad to really good in two days, and they weren't interacting (or not enough) for most of that time, for all of that to happen.

(A wild guess: Shuichi and Maki's training conversations about Kaito during his absence are supposed to replace... the interactions that should've happened between Kaito/Maki. You know, Shuichi keeps telling her how Kaito's training and support are changing his life, yeah yeah... and that's why Maki is all soft and admirative when they meet again, I guess.)

Why the writers avoided genuine interactions between Maki and Kaito where she would grow to like him in an organic way, I dunno, but the whole writing for the trio is rushed, off and lazy... Kaito is absent in this chapter for no good reason in my opinion (he's so ill there, but then he carries on pretty well almost till chapter 6?) especially considering that's the chapter where they're building up momo/haru and the trio, and that makes no sense and makes everything needlessly complicated.

Now, on their dynamic worsening with time. At this early stage of momo/haru, even if she's grown to like him for no reason, Maki is still able to see Kaito's flaws, and call him out when needed or when he's acting weird or lying. Whether it is Kaito flaking out on them, his unexplained absence and his lies about it, or the fact that he's not doing his push-ups during training, or when she tells Shuichi during the chapter 3 investigation that he's useful for something at least, compared to Kaito... Maki can put him in his place.

Fast forward to chapter 5 and Maki has become a true follower of Kaito. She takes his side over Shuichi's after the two fall out, despite Kaito fucking up big time and risking everyone's lives and Shuichi coming up with facts and truth. There's the moment when Kaito tells her that women shouldn't handle weapons, and she doesn't react to the insult, and just after she teaches that guy how to use a weapon I guess? She has asked him before why he's checking the weapons, she knows that's not normal stuff for Kaito, but she doesn't push more than that. I'm sure there's other times, especially in this chapter, when Maki felt that he was up to no good and she just let him go ahead. I don't know why she doesn't talk to him anymore?

She has a different personality than Shuichi, it looked like she could handle Kaito's bullshit (and was doing it in the beginning), and in the end momo/haru turned like Shuichi and Kaito's follower-leader "I just follow you passively and don't communicate and question" dynamic.

Yes to all of this. It's like a cult.

[wattpadscapcons]

Could I request some pregame kokichi Hcs with a Trans male reader who’s experiencing dysphoria?? If I already requested this please ignore it-

~🕷

Sure thing hon! I love me some pregame content hehehe... I love how you added your icon too, though did you mean to?

I wrote Pregame Kokichi as being....well.... more semi-violent towards transphobs yeeee

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Pregame Kokichi w/ Dysphoria Enduced Trans-male S/O

- This is probably the first serious relationship he's been in so it'll take him a while to really understand what helps comfort you best

- The boy cross-dresses out of curiosity so he can understand some of the negative stigma around those who identify as trans to a degree

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- "I don't see why you keep beating yourself up over this. We both know you're a guy, right? Is it others that are making you feel like this? I can make them stop if you want."

"Kichi, it's not even that..."

"Your brain is just being mean to you again?"

"Mhm..."

"Well... I'm not exactly sure what to tell you, other than you're strong enough to get past this. Sometimes I find that the mirror can be more deceitful than people."

"Hm?"

"Well, you know how funhouse mirrors work right?"

"Yeah..."

"You could potentially think that all mirrors are like that. They don't even show you an accurate representation of yourself, just a reflection. There's a big difference between the two. Don't let that feeling they give you win."

"I've never really thought of it that way..."

"You can also wear my clothes if it make you feel any better."

"Wouldn't they be too small for me?"

"No, half of my stuff is like 2 or 3 sizes bigger than what I'm needing. Especially my hoodies."

"Yeah your Panta hoodie is more of a dress on you."

"And I rock the hell out of it."

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- People have mistaken him for a girl until he talked on occasions, then just gave him looks of disgust just because he was wearing a skirt, if he sees anyone do that to you he's going to do something mean or straight up verbally attack them right then

- He's always correcting people about using the wrong pronouns, and he he'll be rather rude about it, they should be thankful that he hasn't keyed/broke the windshield of their car yet

- Made sure that the few friends he has (Gokuhara, Kagehara, Idabashi) know your pronouns, he won't hesitate to jump them for it. Transphobia from any of them is the end of the friendship altogether

- Always checks up on in between classes, if the school still forces you to wear the girl's uniform he might have to torment the principal into letting you wear the boys uniform. He'll do it with zero regrets too, you shouldn't have to deal with anyone's bs

- Playfully teases you with cheesy nicknames sometimes (Prince, King, Casanova, ect.) and asks you if you'd been "working out" when you pick him up

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- If anyone of your close friends questions you in even a semi-inappropriate way he'll get a little pissed off

"You've seen me in a skirt before and said nothing, and you have the nerve to question them? The fuck's your problem?"

If they don't apologize he's not talking to them anymore until they do. And they'll be apologizing to you not him.

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- Is completely disgusted by the people who claim to be trans for a week just to be aesthetically pleasing, people who claim that trans people are just claiming to be trans to spy on people in opposite gendered bathrooms, and religious pricks that tell you that you're going to end up in hell. He'll do everything to keep you away from those people at all costs. Has been attacked by these types of people before for cross-dressing, they had mistaken him for being trans himself and he doesn't want to relieve that or have someone traumatize you