#ALSO I THINK THEY WORKED I THINK I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO PURCHASE THEM IM SO HAPPY

[cosmikirby]

Happy Mad Rat Monday!!!❤️🐀🎩‼️‼️

This week i drew the official pin designs for good luck in actually trying to buy them🎉🎉 (and because I've always wanted to redraw them anyway haha)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Okay here's one. I really dont think I'm the asshole but my ex sure does.

AITA for refusing to buy my partner a jar of pickles?

So this story has like, a little background and some confounding factors i think but i really could go both ways on whether i was the asshole.

Ill start with both my ex (21nb) and i (23f) had severe mental health issues and were working on treatment when we were together. Theyd been in and out of inpatient stays throughout our three year relationship. Towards the Day of Pickles, i had my first inpatient stay where i got help i desperately needed to keep myself safe. This happened to be about a week after my 23rd birthday, but about two and a half weeks before their 21st birthday.

Anyway, at that time i had just gotten out of the hospital and started a new job at Joanns Fabrics (i outlived that retail fucker and im proud of it). I had been unemployed for the previous year and a half because of the pandemic and so the retail job was really my saving grace to have some sort of income to buy gas and groceries. My parents let me live rent free with them in their basement but i spent a LOT of time essentially squatting at my ex's dorm because my situation with my parents was not great.

Now my ex was also being financially abused by their mom so they had a monthly "allowance" of 200$ (of their own money they made at their on campus job) and no access to their bank statements. So i spent a lot of my own money on gas and groceries for both of us, and anything we wanted to do for fun, like visit the city. Without an income, this was SUPER stressful for me and i spiraled pretty hard with feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness. Supporting two people, even minimal living expenses, on an income of exactly 0$ is the WORST.

Anyway, i got out of the hospital and pretty much immediately went back to picking up as many shifts as i could at work because id been on staff for all of two weeks before hospitalization. Knowing retail, i was probably on the precipice of losing hours or being fired altogether.

My ex wanted me to take time off to celebrate their 21st birthday (they didnt celebrate my birthday that year) and travel to see their family and drink etc. I got scheduled for an inconvenient time. I would have to miss their birthday if i didnt find someone to cover. I managed to switch shifts with another coworker who was nice enough to let me have her morning shift, so i was able to at least travel separately and be a little late to dinner.

The night of their birthday my ex wanted to get drunk and so we went to the liquor store. Now im generally pretty picky about alcohol but if i get anything special i always get enough to share. Mysteriously, no one ever offers to share the expense or pay me back. So with all of 150$ in my account, i purchased enough alcohol for myself and the rest of the party, and a bottle of (cheap af) liquor for myself. I was broke af until my next paycheck and was pretty much planning on giving up meals and staying at home because the commute to work was shorter and meant less gas.

My ex picked out a jar of boozy pickles and asked if i would get it for them for their birthday. I should note that with all the stress i was under i had found a birthday present for them but hadnt actually placed the order (was waiting to get paid). I also didnt lie to them about this and had told them that i hadnt gotten their birthday present yet. They were upset by this and told me they felt like i didnt care about them, to which i snapped and raised my voice a little.

I gave them a bit of a reality check. I told them in no uncertain terms that i was under a lot of stress, from nearly killing myself to being flat broke with little to no help from my family other than a conditional roof over my head, ordering their birthday present wasnt super high on my list of things to do and that i knew what i was going to get them and that i intended to order it as soon as i had the money to do so. After years of the sole attention being focused on keeping them alive, i needed some support and acting like i didnt care completely ignored EVERYTHING i did to keep us both afloat.They cried and played the victim as they tended to do and i was too stressed to do anything but be angry.

So when they asked for the pickles i told them no. I have NOTHING left in my bank account, and anything that was in my account was already allocated for something else.

They told me i was being selfish for buying myself alcohol on THEIR birthday, not even getting them a present, yelling at them, and then refusing to buy the one thing they asked for, especially after i refused to take off work the day before to hang out with them and their family. In front of our friends.

I told them that i was purchasing the alcohol for the whole party, that the present had slipped my mind, and that they were accusing me of not caring about them when i snapped. Then i walked out.

My bff went outside to help me cool down and i told him what was going on and how stressed i was and he said that he agreed with me, it was childish to expect me to pay for everything with no help from anyone and then act like im unreasonable for having to put limits on what i can purchase.

My ex ended up getting so pissed by all of this they broke up with me two days later, saying that their birthday was the final straw for them after I'd been so codependent and relying on them too much to survive.

I think its all ridiculous given all of the stress factors i was dealing with at the time. I feel like we're all entitled to the occasional emotional outburst/bouts of forgetfulness when we're stressed. But my ex seems to think im a selfish asshole. We've been no contact for the last two years so this isnt like a pressing concern or anything but it does make me roll my eyes occasionally.

So tumblr, aita?

(Btw im also much more financially stable now that I'm fully and properly medicated and away from them.)

[littlest-bugz]

Hope it's okay to send this for the ask game! We've really enjoyed reading all your answers :)

🥀 + 📻

No worries! You can def send them in (and Im glad u enjoyed reading our answers :D I just figured everything was abysmally buried)

🥀 - do you keep track of your alter count? how do you do so?

So!! We use 3 different things for managing alter info, and then one separately. 📓 is our archivist and he is!! Bonkers /j.

First he uses simply plural for the custom field feature, and the layout of the app. He has a shit ton of custom fields put in for anything you can reasonably think of for an alter. Then, he uses Pluralkit because we have a system discord. Theres a template he made that we r going to upload soon. THEN in the system discord has an even longer version of the template he made (that cant be used in pk bc of the length). On top of it all, we have a notion journal with all the same shit + personal journals. Why did he do that to himself? /j lh/ No, but those are the three ways we manage to keep track of alters. Not all of them are uploaded, and furthermore, not all of them are uploaded in all of the places. We try to keep our simply plural for the bulk of it.

Other apps we use as a system that dont keep track of alters, but we find helpful regardless:

- Mindly: A mind mapping app that is pretty user friendly/easy to use. Not a super high learning curve imo, but it can be confusing upon initial use. If u are any flavor of polyfragmented, it may be harder to keep track with the free feature. We have 3 separate mind maps for the 3 separated areas in our system.

- Calm Harm: We have a horrible self harm addiction 😃 this app tho? It helped a ton in our beginning days of stopping. We don’t SH as much anymore bc of coping™️ but its still helpful for alters who cant control the urge as well as the others.

- UpWord: Its a notes app that can be locked via a passcode. It also has a built in reminders feature. We use it for keeping track of body info, extra info, routines, and general alter stuff. Its become pretty obsolete for us because of the onslaught of programs 📓 uses, but it keeps track of stuff for us still. It has a $4 upgrade to change the colors, remove ads, and more. Id say only purchase it if you end up liking it and using it more than other apps. It’s worth it imo, but if ur broke like me and $4 is a lot, hold off until you use it.

- Selftalking: one of those back and forth, self chat apps. I find it easier to use than Antar (which i still don’t know how to use to this day), but you’ll probably have to make the convos as needed, as opposed to making them all and having alters search their name,,, but it does have a search function if needed. We found the search function helpful. It is, undoubtedly, super ugly from an app design standpoint, and its not entirely user friendly. The ads are incredibly annoying as well, but its a much worth it $1 purchase imo.

📻 - do you experience amnesia?

Yes, but most of it is drug related these days I think (as 🎸, the addiction holder). We’ve been working on functional multiplicity for a while so (day to day) memory sharing is getting easier, but we have a lot of what our therapist calls “cold switches” where theres usually hesitance or stubbornness or any negative emotion that leads to the switch being more disorienting and heightened amnesia. Its like,, idk hard to explain?? Most of the time theres about 9-10 of us front at any given point. Its actually really annoying to have so many of us front and then our amnesia STILL sucks. Like imagine you switch w/ the dude next to you in front and there being complete amnesia between the two until prev dude briefs him on whats been happening.

The way our front works, whoever fronts the frontest (lol) usually has less access to the innerworld, usually forgets what they were doing on the innerworld, they also usually forget what we were doing in a time range of,,, 30min - 3/4 hours, and thats if they are cofront. We’ve had alters who when cocon can remember all this shit but when they front they forget a bulk of it. It’s weird, but we’re working on it.

BUT YEAH! Feel free to send in more or ask non ask game questions!

[dausy]

Meant to update Tumblr and it just seemed like a hastle without a keyboard.

I even purchased a mini keyboard but my fingers keep hitting the wrong keys...

Anywho, my spouse came home from deployment. He's super excited to be home. I was really nervous about the coming home ceremony because usually they make you go find your partner on the field to "release" them and when theres hundreds of soldiers who look alike you're desperately looking for familiar body language/little unique quirks and its very stressful. This time there wasn't as many soldiers, they were also facing us and it was daylight and my soldier was the leader of the pack. So I caught him immediately. I also made a large sign which he spotted pretty quickly.

Also, his mother got the day off and while she missed the ceremony she did come this way to visit (with her sister) and they spent a long weekend with us. We did a lot of sight seeing and some shopping, eating and just in general, driving around town.

This was the first time we had guests in this house too so I was actually kind of excited to host and set up the guest bedrooms.

I have gotten to play a little bit of FF7Rebirth. Just a couple hours worth though because I didn't find it appropriate to play in front of family and then had to work. Also started the ATLA netflix show which I think was off to a decent start for the first episode.

Now its just a matter of finding a new routine. My husband doesn't like to sit at home, whereas before I had a lot of free time because I do like chilling at home. I have managed to start painting a new illustration though. Hopefully can get that done this week (probably not this weekend)

Id really like to start reading a new book but Im running out of free time.

[jayflrt]

lol about your post on fate+… i agree!!! long ass rant incoming 😭

first of all, the tour is very rushed. yes ik the boys have been hinting at it since their LA show back in october but announcing the tour the day after the last show of the regular fate tour and giving engenes only a week for ticketing is wild. but kpop companies have caught on that many fans will spend $$$ to see their idols and will gather up money somehow even with a few days notice. it’s so ughhh because it brings me to my next point.

the ticket pricing 🙄🙄 wdym nyc show VIP1 was $700+ with fees. and no benefits with the VIP package were announced so nobody including the arena staff know if send off is included. (i hope it isn’t cause goddamn after that first LA show it was a mess) ive never gotten VIP/GA tickets for any concert ever because i only started working a year and a half ago and just personally don’t think it’s worth it for me considering i make minimum wage at the moment. but i spent $150 without fees fate in newark for a pretty good seat at prudential. however for UBS ticketing today, seats just as good were $250-$300. like i get it’s a diff arena so diff pricing but DAMN? luckily i was able to snag $150 tickets towards the back of the 100s section but damn why is there a $100 upcharge for sitting like a few rows in front…bffr hybe. i went to see txt at UBS last year and the seats in the same area i sat in for that concert were $300+ today 😭😭😭 concerts in general are getting more and more expensive and it sucksss!!! but like i said, kpop companies know kpop stans will buy no matter the price so they unashamedly increase prices with each subsequent tour. that’s def why some groups are touring 24/7…and enha is def gonna become that group for hybe considering their international success is crazy. i have a feeling they plan to push txt more in korea and enha more internationally so enha is gonna keep on touring and touring.

i personally believe that even $200 w/ fees is kinda pushing it for a concert even it means a good view! but you can’t get good concert tickets for cheaper with any artist (why are drake tickets like $300 for nosebleeds)

my third point is rest 😭 for the sake of the boys health, the tour should be starting in late summer/early fall and with dates more spaced out. there was so much discourse on twitter about whether the tour should be boycotted or not. i felt really guilty even considering buying tickets cause of it. imo i believe that a boycott would only hurt the boys more. it’s ok to want to go see them. HOWEVER, belift/hybe should be giving the boys some time to rest because jfc they’re also comparing for a comeback. i hope the boys get AT LEAST a week without intense practices and constant filming. a month long rest is ideal but it’s not realistic knowing their management. i really really hope all goes well this tour and the boys stay healthy. jay my pookie wookie also seemed so excited to go to tacoma, even if it’s for a day so i hope he can visit his old hometown 😫😫

and with the large influx of y/n interaction loving engenes (ik i can’t talk because im sending this to a fic blog on tumblr.com) i hope the boys don’t have to deal with the same type of bullshit they did during this last tour. it’s inevitable tho, so many people are getting into enha because they do a lot of fanservice these days. i really want to know if they flirt 24/7 on weverse because it’s entertaining to watch the aftermath or because their management really wants to push the parasocial thing with them. makes sense if it’s the management tho considering send off was very interactive (a lot of the tiktoks of it went virallll) + the boys are constantly on vlive and making flirty comments these days (sunghoon when i catch u)

right??? i loveddd the fate tour and there was plenty of time between the announcement and the actual purchasing of tickets, if i remember correctly. but today was just a mess!!! :/ how have they not realized that some engenes need more than a week to prepare and come up with the money to attend, like i had friends selling photocard collections just to buy tickets 😭 but yeah ultimately just had to dish out money from their own pockets

i believe they all have send off now (i was buying vip1 tickets for my friends and it said so on the package) but i was shocked that they even had send off still after how bad it was last time 😭😭 (to be fair i think send off was rlly nice in la tho so fingers crossed they find a big space again to hold it in) but god it makes me so sad to hear that they're just running enha dry with tour after tour 😭 and right!!! there was literally a $200+ service fee?? that's literally the price of another ticket like wtf

honestly i don't think a boycott would help. i think it could if everyone committed to it, but the moment people mentioned it i knew it wasn't happening because people aren't actually willing to give up on seeing enha. realistically there's not even much of a point to the tour considering they have like 4 new songs?? svt hasn't toured in the us since be the sun and they're gonna have two albums of songs for their next tour now. i just wish belift would let enha space out their tours like that 💔 but!! i will say i am glad that jay gets to tour in his hometown in all this

LOL it is ironic to say that to a reader insert writer but it is more of a nameless oc insert for me!!! 🥲 but i totally get what you mean, there's so many engenes who only care about interactions and "y/n moments" like this girl literally shoved me during the fate tour when they came down the aisles??? 💀 like girl chill u can have heeseung omg 🚶‍♂️ no i'm not gonna lie i think the y/n stans on twitter have fallen victim to the parasocial relationship HARD and it feels like it all started because of the fate tour too 😭 it also doesn't help that belift pushes them to fit this perfect boyfriend image with the whole "dating my fans" kind of thing. i was sooo done with them after everyone started posting their selca days for jungwon's birthday like jfc 😭😭

[raviosprovidence]

So the first character I want y'all to be introduced to for Current: Distant echos is....

Arel! (they/them). Drawn by the lovely and talented @decaying-lambx who you guys are probably gonna see a lot of because their work is so GOOOOOOOD and I highly encourage (if you have the time) send them a pack of candles in sky and you will get an amazing work of art

Before I get into who they are + their function, I'd like to talk about their design as an octomaid. I love octomaids. I really do. I think they're versatile and fun and you don't see them a lot in mermaid related works/drawings. With that being said, unfortunately, I don't think a mermaid tail could be a viable option for the player character simply because of how differently the tail it would operate. And not to mention skin color + markings (they're combined) will be harder to program on octomaids along with more traditional single tailed mermaids. So unfortunately, octomaids/squidmaids will be relegated to other npc's where you can't get the tail

Which brings us to Arel's function: they're a guide!

like sky, Current will also have seasons (and i'll get into those down the line). Arel's presence in the home base area will signify that there is a long term event starting or currently going on that involves new sirens coming to the realms of neptune, and they will give you hints on where the new sirens are, because unlike sky, they're going to be scattered in all the realms. There won't be a specific home base or area for these types of seasons, considering they might have specific ties with the already established NPC's. In addition, you can also unlock Arel's memories as well as their cosmetics. Their skin pattern will be permanently available to purchase, but they will have different accessories/hair colors every time they come around. Don't worry, though; their accessories/hair will rotate, and new players will be able to get their old cosmetics.

As for Arel's lore, they were a denizen of the coral fields, the second area within the game. They did, however, travel through the realms as a sort of messenger, delivering letters to whoever needed it. They grew up with their mother, father, and multiple siblings, though didn't see them that often due to their job. They also didn't have too many friends, but cherished memories of people they met during their job.

While the Exalted was making their plans (i know i used he/him for them, im still figuring out their gender gimme time), Arel still kept their head down and did their job. They tried to ignore the erasure of their culture and attempted to keep it alive, but after watching one of their siblings lose in a duel with the Exalted's protégé, they decided not to rock the boat anymore.

The Great Blight came suddenly for them, while they were out on the job. They had traveled to Great Ralo University to deliver a message on a routine day when suddenly, everything went to shit. A conclave beast emerged, enraged and on a path of destruction. Arel fled the area as fast as possible and managed to get outside Neptune to safety. They wandered around aimlessly, surviving off small fish and crabs they got until they found their father and a few of their siblings. As a group, they found Hydros, another area with realms similar to neptune, and they managed to settle there.

For years they laid low, thinking that all had been destroyed within Neptune and that the rest of their family was dead. However, they received news that nymphs (the players!) emerged from underground, signaling that not all was lost. What's more, they learned some of the sirens actually survived too, though they were petrified into stones. Arel decided to head back to Neptune, intent on helping the new generation rebuild and thrive.

If you have any questions on them/the world, just send an ask!

[letmeoutofthebasementt]

@moomoobug future spouse

Alright, so right off the bat im getting energy that your FS may be some level of famous either now or in the future, whether that’s Hollywood level fame or just being really popular and well-known in their community.

They’re someone who’s very adaptable and doesn’t mind change, even embracing it, though they don’t really chase it either. They know how to balance what is and what will be, the old and the new. But they’re also someone who has their priorities straight.

They’re definitely someone who may have a spending problem. It’s kind of like, “I worked so hard for this money I may as well enjoy it” so they’re susceptible to impulsive purchases, though I also get that they don’t necessarily do that with shared funds or even the funds of people treating him. Like if they’re paying themself they go all out, but if it’s someone else’s hard-earned money they’re getting the cheapest thing on the menu.

(I’m also getting male vibes I dunno if you prefer men or women but…)

They like rewarding and spoiling themself as well as others around them.

They’re definitely someone who follows their gut and their heart. Someone who knows those things won’t steer them wrong, and someone who definitely is very idealistic. They view the world and their life through rose-tinted glasses, and are most definitely a romantic.

Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if your dates are straight out of a movie, but catered just to you. Even if you prefer small things like staying at home and watching movies, it’d be the most romantic show stopping date known to man.

They follow their heart more than everything, and are definitely a feeler. (I’m getting a prominent Pisces placement here, maybe even a stellium, Venus, or moon?) definitely a very sensitive and emotionally vulnerable person but in a good way.

The kind of person who’s very determined and can stick things through to the end. (Now I’m thinking not a stellium because I’m getting they probably have another prominent fixed sign, maybe even Capricorn/Virgo??? But definitely a fixed sign here) the type who won’t let people push them around and will achieve their goals if it’s the last thing they do.

They’re resilient and stubborn as a mule when y hey want to be. The type of person who you can’t really bring down from a high, but also the type of person you can’t bring up when they’re low. So it’s a double-edged sword in a way. They’ll stay put until they feel it’s time to move, and only when they feel it’s time to move.

Definitely someone who has a very structured life, who grew up with a lot of authority figures and probably has an authoritative role themself. I also see them being someone who had to take care of their little siblings, less in a motherly way and more of a fatherly way. Like a pseudo father because they had shitty parents who were never there or just were very abusive/negligent.

Either way they’re someone with a lot of structure who needs to feel in control of situations or it’ll stress them out to no end. They like things to be done right and their standards are so astronomically high that no one can really meet them, so they have to take things into their own hands so to speak.

Though definitely the doting, loving type who likes to take care of people. I’m talking cooks, cleans, manages the financials if you don’t want to, would in fact pay off the household expenses themself so you can use your money on yourself, etc.

Like if you wanted to they would in fact just pay for everything and do everything around the house happily. Not even in a “Would develop hatred towards you for it” or “Wants to control you and your life” but more so that they enjoy doing those things because they know you’re taken care of, safe, and they’re actually being useful to you? They feel fulfilled like that.

They’re someone who’s very brave and compassionate. The type who can push through anything (Getting Leo placement vibes here), because they’re that strong. They’re laser focused on their goals and don’t let anything or anyone get between them and finishing said goal. They’re also someone with a lot of inner and outer strength, who can push through anything.

The type who can walk through hell with a smile then be home before sundown to make dinner.

They have a strong sense of home and community. They value bonds of friendship and family, however small or seemingly inconvenient. The type who welcomes everyone into their home if they need someplace to go, always helping people in need and doing charity.

A very caring soul.

They’re also the type who doesn’t really…Envy people’s success? They find every excuse to celebrate others (and themself). Or just celebrate in general. Like even if it’s something as small as getting a job he’s being happy for you and hugging you and telling you that you’re amazing. And you know they mean it.

They’re very emotionally stable, and are satisfied with life very very easily. They’re ambitious, but at the exact same time, satisfied with even the small things they have. They can make the best out of the worst, and won’t let people bring them down. Because they’re just like that.

They also enjoy the finer, more luxurious things in life. (Definitely getting cap placement energy)

They’re someone who self-reflects a lot. The type that’s very self aware, even to the point of being hyper aware of themself, and always looking in themself for guidance and ways to improve. Not in a self-loathing way, because they’re very confident and comfortable within their own self, but rather, because they know they’re human and have flaws.

The type who’s easily lost in thought, and succeptible to zoning out or daydreams.

They’re someone who plans things out a lot, and is good at making very very tough decisions, and even prefers to be the one that makes them. They’re very opinionated, and the opposite of indecisive. They don’t dwell on ‘what if’s or what could have been, because they know they can’t go back and change that, and accept it.

The type who left home at a very early age, I’m talking as soon as that clock struck eighteen (or maybe even before that?)

[forestryfae]

but also. wish id brought the stuff i bought at the thriftshop i work at home w me, unfortunately it included a set of plates and two sets of bowls and then a couple more decorative plates and a couple other things + a metal pot. all in one big reuseable grocery bag. and i already had a duffelbag and a backpack, both full, and i physically couldnt carry more stuff so i couldnt bring it with me on the train. wouldve been nice but im lowkey regretting those purchases cus frankly. do i REALLY need new plates and more small bowls just cus theyre pretty. i aready have bowls? i wasn OUT of bowls i was just thinking itd be nice, probably cus my mental health was and still is shit, if i had nice bowls my life would be different. thats so dumb tho its just stuff. it makes my life easier to eat from a bowl than with my bare hands but its not the bowls that make me feel okay. stuff doesnt help when the world is literally at a standstill and youre stuck in a situation you cant control and youre all alone and noone is listening. like yeah no theyre nice even if they were a bit expensive and its better to have some nice plates i like than to have shit i dont like. but i dont even like tem theyre just pretty. i dont use plates that size most of the time, theyve got gold on them so i cant even put them in the microwave if i need to reheat something.

idk it just feels dumb that i have a bag of stuff i likely will have to sell or give away in a couple of years unless i actually manage to change my life enough that i need breakfast plates for when i eat breakfast or i use candles on a regular basis just for the ambience. meanwhile i have a couple things i actually will need and actually would use but i didnt even bring them cus im busy using the cool cup as a pencil holder and the pot is just stowed away in a bag like i just wish i knew beforehand that i would actually be using the stuff for its inended purpose and i actually need it and will like it for a long time. instead of justs towing it away in a box for later and then regretting it cus i dont like that anymore but im too sentimental to just get rid of it

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For example, if you often download files and would like to expand archives into a folder other than your Downloads folder, you can create a separate folder for these archives. In the sheet that appears, select a new folder. To change the default destination click on the Save Expanded Files menu and choose Into. By default, these files expand into their current folder (or directory). Here you’ll see the option to choose where expanded files are placed. If you compress a large folder containing several gigabytes of data, it could take several minutes. If you compress a single file, the process will be very quick.

#Zip cpgz loop mac os

If you try to compress a JPEG file, for instance, you won’t see much benefit, as the JPEG format already includes compression.Ī: To compress a file, a folder, or a group of files in Mac OS X, select the item(s) in the Finder and then either choose File -> Compress Item Name, or right-click on the selected item(s) and choose Compress Item Name. You’ll find some files shrink a lot-compressed text files can be half the size of the originals-and others not so much. But what do you do if a file won’t expand or you come across a different type of archive? Here are answers to frequently asked questions about working with compressed files on Mac OS X.Ī: File compression technology looks for repeated data and writes archives that eliminate these repetitions to save space. A zip file, or archive, takes up less space than the original files, so that your documents, images and whatnot are easier to send or store. Double-click one of these and it expands to show files hidden inside. If you’ve ever sent, or received, a big file via email, you’ve undoubtably encountered a zip file.

[autisticandroids]

Okay so this was a while back but im preety sure you had mentioned an au of yours where dean is a serial killer and cas successfully stalks him but i don't think you talked about it more than that and i just really want to hear a bit more bc that idea sounds so tastefully fucked up

okay so. weeks later i finally end up answering this ask. it inspired this post btw. anyway spn is a show that's like. all about justifications, as i said in the post inspired by this ask. it's about having no choice and doing what you have to do. and like there is the phantasy embedded in it, a phantasy that is both indulged and punished. but most importantly it's justified. the monsters are super strong to show how brave our heroes are for fighting them, the main characters let out great wails of grief every time their lady loves are violently ripped from them (even though now they are free to do whatever they want), the narrative twists to show our heroes as correct whatever they do. the fantasy (of being allowed to enact violence, of being free from feminine "control," of being right) comes first. the material construction of the universe of supernatural comes afterward. whatever the fantasy is, the universe of supernatural will provide material conditions to justify its acting-out.

and what this means is that our protagonists, dean in particular, are constantly doing just horrific things, which in any other circumstance would be unconscionable. but the universe of supernatural provides justification for these acts. the point of my serial killer au which i think about so so so much is to ask the question: what if these justifications melted out from under their feet? what if dean was left holding nothing but a lie and the weight of everything he's done?

therefore, the premise of my au is such (under the cut because this baby is long):

john and mary winchester, in the mid seventies, joined a doomsday cult known as the men of letters. the men of letters were rather unusual for a doomsday cult, in that they believed that the apocalypse could be prevented by human behavior. this started as correct living, correct worship, yadda yadda, the kind of behavior and thought control that cults are known for, but with the justification of: if you don't do this, the world will end. eventually, this escalated to human sacrifice. the men of letters managed to untraceably kill two homeless people in the late seventies. but they eventually fell apart. however, a month after john and mary left the men of letters (mostly john's choice, mary still believed), mary died in a house fire. john took it as a sign from god that actually, the men of letters were right, and the world would end unless john himself did something about it. so he took some of the (intensely numerological) theology of the men of letters. and he worked out his own formula. and he applied it to the yellow pages. and started ritualistically killed people to prevent the apocalypse, with his two sons in the back of the car.

now, obviously, this is some kind of grief induced temporary madness on john's part, shaped by the mental abuse he suffered in the men of letters. but the thing is, once you've killed a couple of people to prevent the apocalypse. well. there's this thing called the sunk costs fallacy. john wasn't gonna question his own beliefs after that.

and he raised his boys to believe it, too, or at least he raised dean to. they didn't tell sam what they did until he was twelve, and sam didn't buy it, tried to call the cops on them several times but in the end, they always prevented him. eventually sam ran off to stanford, where he now lives under a cloud of guilt that he's too loyal to his family to rat them out.

john died a few years back of a heart attack, but dean is convinced it's because he messed up a ritual two weeks before it happened, so it pushed him further into this belief system.

dean's killings (and john's before him) are ritualistic and distinctive, obviously the same killer each time. but they happen anywhere in the united states, seemingly at random, there are inconsistent amounts of time between each one (sometimes as short as days, sometimes as long as years), and there is no particular victim profile. obviously, since our killers are following an arcane mathematical formula to make their choices for them, but the police don't know that.

castiel novak is an unemployed shut-in with a small inheritance which he's living off of, a cryptography degree, and an obsession with all things morbid. he spends most of his time on the reddit true crime forums, playing amateur sleuth. by complete chance, he happens to recognize one of the symbols frequently used in corpse displays by the so-called sioux falls satanic slaughterer (so named because the first time three of his victims were in the same part of the country, it so happened that they were all in sioux falls, south dakota. this was in the late eighties.) as being mostly only used by a little known cult group called the men of letters, which dissolved in the mid eighties.

he only notices this because, as a teen, he had a special interest in cults and fringe religious groups. the men of letters weren't a particularly notable or well known phenomenon; they were small, and a lot like every other cult that formed during the seventies cult boom. (no outsider ever heard about the human sacrifice; there were rumors, of course, but they were garbled, sensationalized, and mixed up with satanic panic fodder.)

(the men of letters' two sacrifices were nothing particularly romantic or fantastical. they first lured panhandler josie sands back to their compound with promises of food and a warm bed when she admitted she couldn't get a bed at a shelter, and was thinking of getting caught shoplifting just so she could be under a roof in the county jail. the men of letters' leader, a man who took on the name alistair, forced his inner circle to dress in the ceremonial black robes he had given them when he initiated them into his nearest and dearest, and which his wife had sewn out of old bed sheets and dyed black with home made oak gall dye. these robes still left black smudges on the wearer's skin occasionally if they sweated too much. josie was laid, bound, on the altar, a slapdash thing constructed over the course of two days from scrap plywood and a couple of milk crates. a rich red tablecloth purchased at macy's for $3.99 hid its ugliness and gave it grandeur. alistair attempted to kill the struggling miss sands by bringing a sharpened kitchen knife down on her bosom and piercing her heart, but, having never killed a human or even slaughtered an animal before, was unaware of the problem presented by the human ribcage. after rather ineffectually poking at the area beneath sands' bosom with his knife while she shrieked in pain and terror for about ninety seconds, alistair tried a different tack, and slit her throat, which worked just fine, and she bled out quite nicely. the second and final victim of the men of letters was a local vagrant named larry ganem, an older gentleman who walked with a limp. he was lured back to the compound in approximately the same manner as sands, but instead of being bound, he was fed stew laced with sleeping pills. even if alistair hadn't slit his throat, he wouldn't have woken up. it's actually arguable whether he was still alive at time of sacrifice; mary winchester (eight months into her first pregnancy), who, as a member of the inner circle, was in attendance, actually tried to take ganem's pulse as he lay on the altar (now covered by a different tablecloth; the red one had turned stiff with sands' blood and been subsequently burned) and found nothing, so it is entirely possibly only sands' death can be directly laid at alistair's feet, and ganem's is the fault of mrs. ellen harvelle, who prepared the laced stew. regardless, these two deaths are lessons in the nature of human evil: it is very rarely skilled, suave, or smooth. it's often slapdash, half-hearted, and just plain incompetent. but that makes it no less grisly. alistair may have begun to drink his own kool-aid, as it were, and escalated this far out of genuine belief that the apocalypse was coming and it was up to him to stop it, but it is far more likely that he sensed the imminent collapse of his little empire, and wanted to bind his subjects to him through the horrors of shared guilt, considering two lives a small price to pay for the continued loyalty of his inner circle. and the tactic worked: the men of letters didn't start to collapse in earnest until almost four years later. perhaps if alistair had continued the killings, the men of letters could have lasted for far longer, maybe even up until the present day. but it seems that alistair, a psychiatrist by training and unused to violence, simply didn't have the stomach for it. unlike, say, john winchester, who before his time with the men of letters had done a two year tour in vietnam, during which he had killed three living, thinking human beings with the american government's go-ahead.)

anyway. castiel is the first person, ever, to make the connection between the men of letters and the sioux falls satanic slaughterer. and once that connection is made, castiel begins to research the men of letters far more in-depth. and he notices something: the theology of the men of letters was intensely numerological, filled with patterns, significant numbers, and even spiritual equations.

castiel thinks of the seemingly random selection of the slaughterer's victims, and has an epiphany.

he cracks all his fingers, and gets coding.

six months. it takes castiel six months to discover an equation that could fit the slaughterer's pattern. it's complex, but also clearly based on several of the men of letters' holy numbers, and accounts for every single one of the killings. it also suggests that there should have been two or three more deaths scattered across the years, but more than likely those did happen, it's just that they weren't reported as part of the slaughterer's portfolio.

but much more importantly, castiel's model can also make predictions. there will be two killings, fifteen days apart, in a city seven hours' drive away, six weeks from now.

so castiel waits. and he books a hotel room. and two months later, he's waiting outside 217 oak street when a shadowy figure climbs up a tree and lets itself into the upstairs window.

dean winchester is feeling particularly all alone in the world when he breaks into maisey banks' home (217 oak street). his father has been dead for half a decade, and he hasn't spoken to his baby brother for twice that. it's not like this whole grizzly saving the world business makes him a lot of friends. so once he's done killing maisey (which is easy, she was ninety three and dying of cancer anyway. she doesn't even wake up when he slits her throat) and arranging her corpse in the appropriate manner, with prayers and sigils, he turns around. and sees a man standing behind him.

smiling slightly.

as he watches dean gut this old woman.

dean freezes.

the man takes a step forward.

"you're very attractive for a serial killer who's been operating since the eighties."

dean is silent.

"family business, is it?"

silence continues.

"i'm not here to report you to police. i'm just here to see if my algorithm worked right."

and dean finally breaks his silence: "what the hell is wrong with you?"

what's fun here is that dean knows (or rather "knows") that he isn't a serial killer. so he finds what cas is doing, this amoral serial killer stormchasing, morally repugnant. because cas has no way of knowing he isn't a regular serial killer.

there's also the fact that that cas proceeds to flirt with him. aggressively. and follows him back to his motel.

but the thing is that dean is all alone in the world. and as cas continues trailing him around, he starts getting, well, flattered. and feeling a little bit less alone.

it doesn't take very long before they fall into bed. even if cas is an amoral stalker with a fetish for what dean considers a distasteful yet necessary vocation.

so. they fall into bed. they fall in love. they make a little life together, in dean's big sexy car. dean tries to explain to cas that he's saving the world. that these people's lives are a necessary price to pay. and cas seems to listen.

of course, castiel doesn't believe a word of it. but he's found that he likes dean. really likes him. and he realizes that the collapse of dean's belief system would destroy him.

so he sets about becoming as complicit in it as possible.

even to the extent where, when dean is hit by a car and ends up into the hospital a day before one killing is meant to take place, castiel agrees to take on the job. (he doesn't actually kill anyone, obviously. but he does use his extensive skill with computers to create three fake newspaper articles which make it look like he has.)

but five years later, something goes wrong. really, really wrong. dean miscalculates the formula. and by the time he checks his work, the actual date of the next kill, as demanded by the formula, has passed. in fact, so have three others. and the world didn't end.

dean collapses. he hyperventilates. all those people. all those people. for no reason. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people.

cas seems totally unfazed. dean stares at him in shock. but cas just takes dean in his arms, and whispers in his ear: "oh, dean, i never believed in the equation. i love you no matter what you've done."

and dean buries his face in cas' chest.

[sahara-solaris-solace]

Hai, Um.

Do you think you can do modern Morro x shy/anxious and clingy reader headcanons?

I mainly want basics. How they met, first date, etc. you can add NSFW if you want to. But I do have one special request.

Can they be the type to wear a lot of soft clothes? Both in color and texture. I read that Morro would like someone wearing a lot of pastels, so I’d appreciate it if you can do that! ^^

Thank you!

-🦋

Hello. Thank u for requesting as it is the first time someone ask for a favor and sorry it took a while to write this as im still in sickbed. Well, here it goes...

Morro X OC ( Woman/ Man/ Non- Binary) HeadCanons in Modern AU.

Credits to @artist

GENERAL

- Since this AU where there's no myth, elemental powers, dragons as well as evil magical creatures, this takes place at around North America or Canada cause it seemed more peaceful and relevant to the environment.

- Morro is a freelance paid hitman or a mafia who run a motorbike gang, who went to university to pursue his study in Old Literature cause he's also interested in primeval history and the language as well as to keep his personal life and risky life separated.

- Speaking of literature, he had long been interested in medieval and mythology culture and history and had kept some swords he purchased via black market.

- Fluent in English, Russia, Ukraine, Japanese, Korean, Siamese and Indonesian. He read some language books in the library where he and his gang usually went to work on their last minute projects.

- From child, he is self taught in swordsmanship and hand to hand combat. This could be convenient whenever danger lurks in.

- He resided in an apartment at a very dangerous alleyway, but he shrugged it off as he’s accustomed to hardships.

- You will see him in discreet with his friends, Wrayth, Banshaa, Soul Archer and Ghoultar at the parking space where they all placed their baddass motorcycle, the college barista or the lounge where they will reluctantly attend if there's any mandatory meeting or seminar.

- He's actually quite gifted for someone hardly lay an eye on books as he manage to enter the university in ease with A's and B's, not to mention he hardly pay any attention to class.

- He is very well aware of how royally fucked up the society is and how it molded the people mind. He accepted the fuck up reality the moment he was born, despite being born in one of the worse alley, having a loving mother for a brief moment before her death less than a year, a deadbeat piece of crap of father who left and made himself more trashier, Morro was placed in foster care who keep dumping him back at foster home due to his 'angsty' or 'sassy' demeanor. Morro is actually quite bitter but manage to hid it in his cocky smirk and blunt remark.

- He can actually be charming and seductive if he wants but he made abundantly clear he doesn't want to make commitments, especially to potentially backstabbers. He also does not believe in abusing it, seeing how it screw his mother and some women he witness.

- By 16 years old, he made a vow to live by himself by forging documents to make it him a legalized adult and manage to dupe the court, social services as well as the cops. He succeed in throwing them all off for 2 years straight and by the time the social service tried to reach out for him, he show cased the real document with a smirk that says "I'm free, Dumbasses."

- Is actually a high tolerance for drinking.

- Doesn't do smoking or drug. Just doesn't want to damage his body.

- Is actually a cheeryboy (still has V- Card) and can put a facade that he's a lady killer, whereas those women are his secret circle that they meet to pass info regarding his job.

- Yes, his meeting rendezvous is always at casino or at bar, which reeked alcohol or women, but he is actually a very self sufficient, cautious and observant of his surrounding who can blend in and doesn't mingle with random people as he is very well - guarded.

TYPE OF PARTNER THAT SUITED HIM

- Someone who is empathic and impartial about him as well as about the society and the world. The person must be extremely understanding about him as well as his circumstances. Someone who is also open minded who understand how his mind worked.

-If you display as a bitchy Karen, voyeur John or a bigot genius wannabe/ asshole bully, sayonara to his first impression!

- Someone who is calm, collected, soft spoken and quiet. He doesn't like someone who is excessively chatty for nonsense topic as he just want to spend the remaining hours in peace and quiet.

- Someone who’s also timid and shy, especially with him specifically. He will feel pride and joy to have a sense of security as his OC looked up to him as their Alpha.

- Someone who is also self sufficient, responsible laced with boldness. The partner must know he cannot be with them for 24/7 and thus must know basics.

- Someone who is selfless as fuck! Who will try to help the need!

- Someone who knows that Morro is the dominant partner here. So, the partner must looked up to him as their alpha.

OPTIONAL

- He does not care if the person is taller than him. He will find it alluring as it stood to sexiness.

-He will also appreciate if the person is self taught about defensive combatant or being studious. He will be incredibly blessed!!

- He will also like it if the partner will do the cooking. Not trying to sound sexist but he already is a horrible cook.

- He does not care about appearances. Only merits matter! (But in this HC the partner is slim, slender, tall with long black hair)

- He also likes if the person is athletic ( side talent) and if the person is major in ocean based, he will marry them!

HOW THEY MEET

-Let's just out of the blue, in order to randomly attract Morro's attention, there must be a click with the same bizarre vibe as him. Morro will eye sided them briefly over the random encounter, such as the library, the chancellor hall, the barista. It wasn't obvious as Morro mastered in the art of discreet however, his circle of friends are aware of it and Wrayth always teased about it.

-One day, Morro happened to be the only one who entered the class and dumbfoundedly sat at the end of the table where he and his gang usually sat. A few minutes later, the person who he had laid eyes for a few months ago entered the class and sat at the front of the seating. The person is not a pariah or unpopular but most of the time just rejoice to solitude, like him.

- Both did not know that the class is cancelled and the person suddenly stood up and strike a conversation with Morro, who both checked their phone to find out about it. They both laugh about it.

- Morro took the chance to strike a move by asking for their number and they both exchanged numbers before Morro ask if they want to grab a coffee together.

- Much to Morro's joy, the person is also a discreet person who keeps a small group of friends. Morro makes a schedule to spend time with the mysterious person due to his secret life, as well as his own alone time to do his hobbies.

DATE

- Morro usually bought a bouquet of roses for every date they make.

-Morro may appear tough and fierce but he can let his guard down with his OC as he usually lay his head on their lap and let them brush his hair.

- They both usually do picnics on the mountain as both enjoyed the privacy.

- They both usually eat at bar or barista, not lavish dinner you think as they both enjoy simple meal as they both treasured time more.

CLOTHES

- We all know Morro's clothing is a grungy or delinquent style (black bomber jacker, motorcycle jacket or denim jacket), cargo pants and white plain t shirt and a boxer to sleep.

- OC clothes consist of black abaya dress in different styling during regular day/ work/ class as OC is actually modest in dressing, long black plain t shirt and black stirrup pants during leisure at home or going for sport related workout and white loose button up blouse and blue skirt for sleep.

- Morro used to love wearing pastel color during childhood days but loose hope in brightness as time goes by. He doesn't mind wearing any pastel clothes as long as there is any relation to the event for the day such as Christmas or autumn day.

NSFW

- Despite both of them being virgins, it would be a lie to say none of them felt the sensation of heat thorough time to time again.

- Morro will first make a move by leaning forward to kiss, earning timid and quiet gasps from the latter, most likely when he suddenly become preoccupied with his anger and suddenly just want to release it…

- Morro can be very convincing to ensure that his partner felt comfortable doing it.

- I'm guessing both lose it at a random motel or somewhere dangerous as they both love the thrill.

- Morro is very rough and slow. You'll hardly see him in gentle pace.

- Morro will let out a husky moan that is in average level, his partner on the other hand just gives quiet moans and gasps.

- He can be quite considerate despite how often he want to do it.

- He will leave deep love bites around their neck and back.

- He will usually be turned on by having OC roleplay and sit on his lap, with hair brushing to stimulate more heat in the mood, not care whether in a bar or in his room, he will become aggressive.

- He rarely masturbate (doesn't find a reason to) but he knows some basic due to some colleagues give a few hints.

- He can do it at both risky and private place, but ensure his partner safety and comfort so they won’t freak out.

- He loves it if OC wears a lace lingerie or the lingerie dress from Victoria secret.

- He usually initiated first as his OC is often shy and hesitant, he did not mind to take things slowly.

- He is flexible as he can do it anytime, despite how much ounce of self control he have mastered, as well as his sexual urges as he always kept well guarded.

- He likes to do it rough to feel his partner and he usually lasted for 4 times in a row, in about 3 hours.

- He enjoyed having his OC pinned down and rarely let his OC dominate him. If they ride him, he will still lead the situation and placed his hands around her hips for leverage, often teasing OC as well as consoling her timid nature.

- He loves to have his partner lay their slim body on his chest side to see their pretty face, having their face facing his as Morro wrapped an arm around her.

- He usually take a few minutes as his OC usually passed out after the coitus to gather his breathe and whispers love to his OC before he drifted to sleep.

[pespillo]

long post ahead, Regarding Security Breach;

i think a lot of (usually rlly young ppl) dont understand how payment for a game (or anything) exactly works, you dont pay to Pay The artists or Developers or programmers n producers, their payment has already been budgeted and given when it comes to studios (for indie devs that work alone, you ARE basically paying them for the work they did basically for free) , a percentage goes to distribution , another goes to investors n shareholders , the rest is more to MAINTAIN a studio up and replenish the resources and budget spent so they can , hopefully, work on something else, get a bonus, ya know all that stuff, royalties n all, its like presenting a project n waiting for the grade so you can pass the year in the same school.

when a game fails to do profits, it doesnt mean that the studio´s work wasnt paid, it means that the studio probably will not be able to keep its production open , especially if the investors n shareholders decide that its not worth investing on them anymore (see every small studio purchased by conglomerates that make them pump out a game n then shut them down because they rather liquefy the asset than do any progress) 

now when it comes to Steel Wool. you can safely bet that Cawthon´s place in the management hierarchy is more likely relegated to shareholder and story producer/writer whatever , you cannot really expect him to gain more than He already does because i am sure he invested in a proper accountant and a lot of assets in the past fucking, 6 years , hes not dumb , he probably has a lot of money around that he can happily sit on in his retirement from “working” , you cannot really uh, get that time or money back. He probably will pull PR stunts on the coming years to make himself look “less” of a old man fundamentalist republican that i will remind you, voted for trump, i dont give a shit about him. I do not think Steel Wool should be “holding the burden” of having him as his largest public image i think they deserve to make a better image of themselves, its not fair for people who only had One project out , thats my opinion

i am not telling you what to think, but i am explaining a bit of stuff so ppl out there can understand how these systems work a bit better, you put your money where you want it to , pirate it or not, the studio Has Been paid for their work , and i doubt this will be a game that doesnt return profit, like holy shit its THE HOLIDAY SEASON and the game is gonna be 40 BUCKS and ITS 70 GYGABYTES OF CONTENT. the past games have been a quarter of content and even less of a quarter of price and theyve been insanely sucessful. dont let it weight on your mind this much when you can see the bigger picture. Be responsible. 

Also dont, harass people over whether they pirate it or not its fucking fnaf game for god´s sake , do something more productive with your time and money in actually supporting marginalized groups instead of popping a vein over a videogame that will be relevant for a year or two until something else comes. NO DISCUSSIONS THIS ISNT A PLACE OF DISCUSSIONS OVER SCOTT IM JUST INFORMING THE PUBLIC ABOUT BASICS IN PAYMENT N ECONOMICS THATS IT 

[sugar-quilled]

ron weasley x reader

request

a/n: i slipped from the topic a little bit, pretty sure what i wrote isn't teasing, and if you'd like me to change it just tell me :)

summary: While visiting Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Ron's clothes get sucked into a machine. All of them, except for his boxers.

genre: comedy and (im not sure if this counts as fluff but) fluff

word count: 1.6k

pronouns: not used

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Diagon Alley was packed, as it always was at the start of a term. Underneath a beautifully clear sky, students were seen hurrying to purchase potion ingredients and new robes. Those that had already purchased the items on their Hogwarts list were seen crowding around a new and extremely flashy building.

The store front was painted in a shocking orange color, with a large figure standing inside a window and tipping his top hat to the surrounding crowd below. In neat, gold printing, the store was identified to be none other than Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

You entered through the door amongst other eager shoppers, and immediately heard a circus-like music, coupled with the chatter of about 50 people.

Shelves on shelves of brightly colored goods and at least 4 oddly built staircases met your eyes. Immediately to your left was a brightly colored display of candy. Your walked closer, and Fred and George Weasley popped out from a counter nearby.

"Taking a look at those nosebleed nougats are you, Y/N?"

"We've got samples over here if you like-"

"Just eat the red and you'll see the red!"

"And one bite of the other side will stop it just like that."

"And fever fudge!"

"There's only a bit of those puking pastilles left, clearly we're due for a restock, Fred."

"Well, Y/N, welcome to our shop and go enjoy yourself! Call us if you need any help and we'll be right by your side in a jiffy. Now come on, George, one kid over there looks mightily suspicious."

You smiled after the twins' backs, not even angry that they hadn't let you get a word in, when you spotted Ron Weasley taking a look at Headless Hats—now on sale for 1 galleon and 8 sickles! Your previous conversation (could you even call it a conversation?) with the twins immediately left your brain and you made your way over.

Ron had been a long time crush of yours. In fact, the two year anniversary of your feelings was yesterday, and you celebrated by having a whole-hearted sobbing fest while your friends stared awkwardly at each other and tried to console you. Not that your friendship wasn't something to be happy about, but Merlin you just wished you could hold his hand. Romantically. You didn't think Ron could ever like you, what with his being best friends with Hermione Granger who was both insanely smart and jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

"Ron! It's nice to see you!"

He immediately swung around and burst into a very toothy grin. "Y/N! It's nice to see you too! What's up?"

You smiled back. "Nothing much! Your brothers' shop is gorgeous! The, uhh, those nosebleed nougats are really fascinating. And you? How was your summer?"

Ron put a headless hat down and strode closer to you to check out a row of punching telescopes. "Quite uneventful, to be honest. But yeah this stuff they came up with? Have you seen the smart-answer quills? Blimey I'd never have to ask Hermione for help again! And those fainting fancies. Reckon Snape'll believe one of those?"

You laughed. "Are you planning to faint during a lecture? It's our N.E.W.T year, you'll need all the information you can get."

Just then, Fred and George appeared right behind you.

"Having a good conversation, Ron?" Fred said cheerfully, elbowing Ron in the ribs—"Ow, Fred leave us alone!"—"Do you two want to check out the back?"

"Just don't steal anything, Y/N," George winked.

"Unless that something is Ron's heart," Fred muttered. Or you thought he muttered. But the twins' expressions had been wiped blank so that you couldn't tell whether Fred had really said it, and Ron had busied himself in untangling two extendable ears, so whether he had blushed or hadn't, you also couldn't tell.

"Lead the way, George!" Fred chortled, and swept away.

"Alright then. Right this way, you two!"

George led you and Ron, whose mouth seemed to be clamped shut, weaving past shelves higher than you to a door at the very back of the store. A small plaque on the door said: "Weasleys Working: In Progress." He twisted open the door, and beckoned both of you in. Right in front of you was a huge lab and packaging station. You could see potions brewing to your right, and to your left, there were two witches packaging a box of puking pastilles.

"So," George started, "welcome to our work station! Y/N, you might have seen a big gray thing over there upon entrance." He pointed. You looked. "That is actually something we've just installed in and its a bit of muggle machinery. Michelle and Rosalyn over there," he nodded towards the two witches, "used to have to do all the wand work manually but this big old thing makes some parts automatic. Quite useful!"

You stared at the big metal machine. There was a sort of chute at one end, and a big pipe leading up and into the ceiling.

"Well, I'll leave you two to it, and Michelle and Rosalyn," he called, "would you mind helping me out in the main area? Fred's left to check on the upstairs, and there's too many people waiting in line for purchasing." George gave Ron a ginormous wink, and left the room. The door swung back and clicked to a close.

You walked over to the muggle machine, very aware of Ron trailing behind you.

"Blimey, that thing's big. What does it even do?"

"I don't know, it looks like something that deposits goods into this bin under it. I'm not really sure where the goods come from though."

Ron circled the massive thing twice, and the second time, he tripped over a wire. Thankfully, he managed to stand himself upright with one hand leaning on the machine.

You laughed at him, and he looked embarrassedly back with a forced chuckle.

Then there was a loud whirring noise, and as Ron turned around in fright, the thing began sucking.

You were wrong. It didn't deposit things. It took them to be deposited.

With a frantic yell and many grabs at a nearby table, Ron's clothes ripped off. The machine sent them rattling through the chute and the whirring noise came to a stop.

Well. Not all of his clothes.

Ron was left standing in a pair of heart adorned boxers. Red hearts.

He tried his best to cover himself, but seeing as he only had two hands and more than two things on display, it was quite difficult.

You realized that you were staring and quickly looked away.

Ron was carefully looking at anywhere but your face.

After quite a long time's silence, your croaked out, "nice boxers, uh... dude," while looking at the ceiling. A giggle escaped despite your attempts at keeping it in, and you were sure Ron's face now matched the color of his hair.

"If you tell this to Gred- I mean, Fred or Gor- George, I'll-" he started shakily, "I'll die."

Seeing as he wasn't threatening you and assuming this meant friendly conversation could be engaged, you stammered, "they really suit you. You know, the red and all. Although I'd suggest a green pair next time. Because of the color wheel and those two are compl-"

Ron had burst into shaky, suppressed laughter.

"Never- never mind my fashion choices, how the bloody hell am I supposed to get my clothes back?"

"Well I don't see why you want them back. I mean think of the ladies you'd get by walking down the street with this lovely attire. Maybe for accessories you can add a bit more red by eating a nosebleed nougat, I'm sure I saw a few when I entered."

Both of you were laughing now, but a yell of shock from upstairs made both of you jolt.

"Oh no, no, no," Ron muttered, darting his eyes around as if trying to find a hiding spot, "Fred's upstairs, he knows what I was wearing, oh no, no-"

The door swung open. Fred was standing in the doorway looking highly amused.

"Ron, I thought you said you'd never wear those! Aunty Muriel will be pleased her present wasn't a waste of money!" Fred exclaimed, striding into the room and circling Ron, who was shaking fiercely. "They do compliment your hair, maybe I'll have to borrow the pair one day."

You choked back a laugh, bursting a vein for sure, when Fred rounded on you.

"I didn't know you two were already on this level of your relationship. Looks like Ron here neglected to tell me some bits!" Fred said cheerfully, waving his wand so that Ron looked perfectly normal again, except that his entire face was now the same color as the hearts on the boxers underneath the normality.

"Well I daresay you two have looked around, I was up there nearly 10 minutes," Fred continued, gesturing towards the door, "and Y/N, regrettably we have no products that erase recent memories-"

"Shut up," Ron muttered, walking towards the door.

"-but the idea is certainly a brilliant one and I'll be sure to start developing it." Fred gave a hearty wink as both Ron and you had exited the room, and closed the door.

You looked at Ron. He looked back.

"Well you know I never said I wanted to erase that memory. You did look quite marvelous."

Ron laughed, though his face still looked like he supported the UK Quidditch team.

"You should really take my suggestion of that green pair, and I wouldn't mind seeing how that looks either."

Both of you doubled over in laughter.

"And," you choked, "a pair of shoes to match wouldn't hurt either, though I daresay you'd rather go barefoot? Shoes shouldn't be worn to bed, after all."

There were definitely tears coming out your eyes now, and the two of you stumbled drunkily, still shaking with laughter, out the shop and down the ever so full streets of Diagon Alley.

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Au Volant-part 1

Summary: You were free, you had control until bucky and Steve showed up at your door.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, minor tfawts ep 2 spoilers.

Notes: This is a series btw and I'm not sure how long it'll be (not like I do for any of my series) and yea that's all just know it will be pretty....dark pfft. Also, this does NOT fit in the marvel timeline even if references are made to such.

Steve knew when he was out-matched, hell even before the serum he knew when he'd lose he just didn't know when to stop. Bucky did though and nothing about that had changed in 100 years. Not even now when steves ass was being handed to him. after getting bucky back steve and bucky had gone off on their own mission to find other super-soldiers who may still be alive. of course they expected this to be easier than it was.

Of course, bucky could've just brought steve to Isaiah Bradley but he still knew steve would be pissed after finding out what had been done to him and he just wanted to leave Isaiah to his own thing still.

Then there was you. Bucky met you back when he was first becoming the winter soldier. you were their first test into becoming one of them. of course, your trigger words hadn't been finished before you killed those who were working on you and escaping. it s why they advanced buckys mechanism. You'd had tried to free him but they were already in the works of triggering buckys words.

Bucky knew you were free but only by self-discipline and no one knowing the words aside from hydra who, by this point, you'd spent the last century running from. He wanted you to stay out even if he knew where you were at.

That was until now, they needed another super soldier to win. Sure he could call Isaiah but as far as triggers go you were more likely to not only survive this but even join it. So with that process bucky grabbed steve ignoring his words and ran to your house.

you were 95 years old, despite how you looked. you had managed to escape hydra. Ever since hydra fell you ere truly free for the first time in a long time. you had enrolled in college majoring in history, ironic yes but you figured with your overextended life maybe you could use it and become a history professor.

This was your plan until there was a knock at your door. you figured it was the pizza you had ordered until you opened it seeing a bloody avenger and the weapon that hydra used over and over again to kill people. So with that you slammed the door, locked it, and walked back to your living room. "y/n come on" you heard bucky say. "nope" you yelled back.

"I thought you said shed be willing to help?" you heard steve groan. "I never said willing I said she could help" bucky replied. steve sighed "look y/n I know-" steve started to say "you don't know shit about shit star-spangled man with a plan," you said back.

"I spent the last 70 years running from this man ok. Now I know he is back to Sargent Barnes or whatever crap he was before but guesses what it does mean I am willing to just jump back in the man who was on my ass trying to kill me just yesterday, and it sure as fuck doesn't mean that I am willing to jump back into war" you wished they just go away. You were finally free safe. "steve go" "huh?" "go ill be back with you in a few minutes" and so steve walked away out of hearing distance. bucky said down but your door.

"look y/n I know what you've been through ok. I know they hurt you because they hurt me too. See this difference is I was a soldier before this...you were just someone in the wrong place wrong time. Me and steve here are looking for the others those who were like us, set them free too. Though they seem to either be like you, Isiah, or are still trying to fight. now I'm here because most are trying to fight and they're gathering together and fighting. I don't blame you for not trusting me I get it, some days even I don't trust me but know that I never wanted to hurt you." bucky cleared his throat "I am James 'bucky' Barnes and you are part of my amends" bucky said before the door opened and he fell back.

You stuck your hand out "give it" you said which bucky only looked up at you confused. "come on there's only so many therapists for brainwashed murderes give it" you said again. bucky handed you the tiny book. you opened it and crossed out your name handing it back to him. "get up and get your boy toy over there to come inside. I need to get ready if we're going to war." you said walking upstairs. "so you'll come?" bucky asked. "sure James why the fuck not but be aware you may be fixed but I'm only free out of pure will, soon as someone says the words I'm no longer free" you said walking to your room.

Bucky opened his notebook writing down ten words. he handed the paper to steve. "what's this?" he asked looking down at the words in both Russian and English. "her trigger words. just know as soon as there said she's one of them" bucky knew the words. hydras orders were if he found you to trigger you. "so she's not...." steve trailed off "nope she's only free out of self will" bucky shrugged sometimes he wished he had been able to be like you. "is it safe to bring her?" steve asked fearing what would happen if you became like bucky. "ill be fine" you said from the top of the stairs. you were wearing your gear which consisted of a black long sleeve made out of bulletproof gear that you stole from the police, black leggings for movement, black boots, and a hoodie. your hair was out of your face and you had your daggers on one side of your belt and your guns on the other.

"don't be a moron and say those words and everything will be fine," you said walking down. "now what's the game plan what do I need?" "what you have and spare clothes and weapons," Steve said. you nodded walking to your garage where the rest of your knives and guns were at along with your disguised clothes. "so you said that the soldiers are grouping up and fighting. know why?" "There are only rumors some say they want new hydra, others say they're scared some say they are forming a 'better' hydra," bucky said following you.

you grabbed a bag stuffing clothes in and ammo along with some daggers. "so are we staying with the rest of the little einstens?" you asked turning to steve. you were met with two confused faces. you blinked, how on earth are you, a person on the run, more educated on pop culture than these two "its....its a kids show" you said clearing your throat "im asking if were staying at the avengers headquarters" you said awkwardly. "oh no were tracking the group and certain people, those suspicious and then we just stay in hotels" steve said. you nodded and walked to the front door. "lets go then shall we"

you two got into steves car. "so how come no ones ever heard of you if you were on of them?" steve asked. "got out before i become one fully they never were able to trigger me" you shrugged. "she tried getting me out but...she was too late" bucky looked down. steve shut up from that point on. you all drove to a motel close to where they had seen a few people hiding out at from the sights of it.

the motel was kind of well really bad, not quite what you expected when rolling with the avengers. they said it was to stay undercover, large purchases and such could trigger that someone famous is rolling in. So here you were sat on a rigidy bed in the motel. there was 2 beds but 3 of you so someone had to share. "not it" steve said flopping back onto a bed. you and bucky looked at each other. "come on you two have known each other for almost as long as buck and I" steve said sitting up.

you grumbled sitting on the bed before sighing. not like you slept much so maybe you wouldn't have to actually share the bed. "for tonight we will fill you in" steve said. you 3 sat at a table and they told you the information they have and what they're plan is.

They said how they have a few places where they think people are hiding out based on the hours of activity and a few spots look like people are hiding out there. They said their plan was talk until people started noticing bucky and then chose to fight, then they came to you. Now their plan was talk but with back up incase shit takes a turn again.

Bucky and steve had gone to sleep but you were still up sat at a table. you were sharpening your daggers. you were zoned out for a while at this point. you didn't sleep often due to fear that if you let your guard down you wouldn't be able to hold back the soldier part of you. you really only slept when you were on the verge of passing out. This started when one night you had a dream, not long after you escaped, of the man saying the words. you felt your whole brain shift, luckily you woke up and were able to push back before anything happened. since then it was too close of a call to risk anything ever again.

You saw movement and looked up seeing bucky look around in almost a panic before he saw you. his breathing steadied "hey" he whispered out of breath. you nodded to him "you ok there?" "hmm? yea why are you up isnt it late?" you looked at the clock. last you looked it was 12am. you shrugged "same reason your up" "guess being brainwashed has its cons" you huffed "ysupposeou could say that"

"you sleep at all" bucky asked standing and walking to you. "i sleep when i feel like im going to pass out" you returned back to sharpening your daggers "last time i casually slept the world almost had another winter soldier" you scoffed "never doing that shit again" you looked up at bucky. his hair was a mess and a thin layer of sweat covered his chest. he was definitely muscly and you'd be lying if you said he wasn't hot.

"you should rest ill watch over you make sure you don't change" he said looking at you. "no its fine got another" you looked down at your watch looking at the date "few days before i pass out" you shrugged. "y/n. sleep" he stated. you shook your head. bucky groaned, walked to you and threw you over his shoulder "come on sleep time" he said putting you on the bed. you groaned but soon as you were laying down you felt your eyes insticntly close. "stupid body" you grumbled

soon slumber took over. bucky smirked down at you. you two were one in the same except while he was forever free you, you were free on pure will and keeping your guard up. "ill keep you safe doll, no one will change you even yourself" he said brushing the hair from your face. soon he felt as peace seeing you so calm and he laid next to you. the bed reminded him of the ones in the military. sleep took him over not too longer after.

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it’s the thought that counts, tendō satori

1.6k words of fluff; gn!reader

synopsis: tendō doesn’t understand the excitement surrounding valentine’s day until he decides to celebrate it with you.

notes: i haven’t finished the manga but i’m making timeskip content :D thank u rissie (@sugas-cookie) for beta-ing mwah <3

Tendō’s come to learn that Valentine’s day brings waves of purchases made by eager youth preparing to confess their affections, frantic lovers who’d completely forgotten about the occasion, and other last-minute shoppers looking for gifts to give their loved ones. This year is no different; the orders pile up so quickly he can barely keep up with them.

He’s not complaining—not when his bills are getting paid—he just doesn’t understand why everyone lets themselves get carried away by the Valentine rush. At the root of it all, it’s blatant commercialism, another scheme by society to run your bank account dry through obligatory benevolence, so why play into it? Well, as long as it keeps him in business, he supposes he’ll keep his critiques to himself.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little cynical?” you say when he shares his thoughts, the gentle smile on your lips showing you mean no harm. “I think the idea behind Valentine’s day is charming.”

He brushes his thumb over your cheek, humming in response. “Why’s that?”

“Isn’t it sweet when someone puts time and effort into something just for you?” you gush. Tendō watches your gaze turn dreamy as your mind wanders off into the clouds. “Like making chocolates for the person you like.”

“That’s what I do for a living, darling.”

“You like all of your customers?”

“Of course; they give me money, after all.”

You laugh, swatting his arm lightly. “I guess it’s hard to romanticize something you do as work.”

You’re not wrong. At some point, it’s expected for your job to lose its magic, no matter how passionate you are about it in the beginning. Chocolate has long lost its allure to Tendō, and now he spends day in and day out pouring it into molds and hurrying to shape it before it hardens beyond salvation. It’s become a chore for him, and even just catching a whiff of a candy bar sends his brain into the stress of work mode.

“What do you think about when you make chocolate, Satori?” you ask, interrupting his thoughts.

“What an odd question,” he remarks, clicking his tongue like a fussy mother hen. “I think about what I have to do to make it look presentable, of course. And then I count down the minutes until I come home to you.” He beams, proud of his response.

But pride turns to dismay when he catches a glint of disappointment in your eyes. His expression falls as he pulls you closer. “What’s the matter?”

You shake your head. “Nothing, nothing. Would you ever make me Valentine’s day chocolates?”

He tilts his head in surprise, then kisses your forehead. “I’d make you chocolate any day; all you have to do is ask.”

You seem to drop the matter, although he swears you sigh, “It’s not the same.”

He spends the next couple of days convincing himself he’d only imagined it, but something about your tone and attitude makes it stick in his brain. Whether you’d said it or not, there was clearly something behind your first question.

He asks you about it over dinner: “Is there a reason you want Valentine-themed chocolates in particular?”

“You’ve been thinking about that?” You laugh a little, surprised. “It’s not the Valentine theme I want; just the knowledge that you’re thinking of me on that day.”

He pesters you to elaborate—he’s always thinking of you, don’t you know that?—but you dodge his questions, leaving him in the dark once more.

Since you won’t give him any answers, he’ll just look for them on his own.

He texts Ushijima that night: “Why do you buy chocolate for the one you love?”

“Because they like it,” comes the reply. It’s simple, straightforward, but it’s not what he’s looking for.

He texts Semi the same question. The response is the length of a school essay, explaining the motivations of love in depths only a poet could reach, but it’s still not enough.

At work, your question echoes in his mind: What do you think about when you make chocolate, Satori?

What was he supposed to think about aside from the process? His customers?

He looks again at the order he’s making. It’s one he expects every year—it comes a week before Valentine’s, by a man whose wife adores chocolate covered strawberries. Tendō remembers it not only because of its consistency, but also because it’s always preceded by an order by the aforementioned wife, who asks for milk chocolate filled with raspberry créme that her husband is so fond of.

He wonders why they order the same thing at the same time every year. There’s no surprise in it, so what’s the point? Had he been in the husband’s place and you in the wife’s, he’d make sure to buy you something different every year, each present more extravagant than the last. He’d make sure that you’d always have something to look forward to in your married life.

A cheery little tune takes form beneath his breath as he pictures a life with you: silver bands around your fingers, lazy mornings on your days off, walks along the Seine.

He sweeps the excess chocolate off the molds in one clean stroke, sighing dreamily. You would buy a bigger, better apartment once you’d saved up enough, or even move to a quiet little cottage in the countryside.

His thoughts wander through the clouds as he mindlessly flits from one project to the next, forgetting to count the hours until his duty for today is through.

Lately, some of Tendō’s usual customers have been dropping by to say the same thing: there’s something different about his work these days. It’s not negative; on the contrary, actually, the quality’s spiked. But he can’t figure out what he’s been doing differently for the life of him.

It weighs on his mind from the time he clocks in to when he clocks out. He’s been using the same ingredients, the same equipment, so what was it?

His answer arrives in the form of the Chocolate Strawberry man, on the very eve of Valentine’s.

The man enthusiastically shakes Satori’s hand and thanks Him for his work, his hands warm and clammy from excitement despite the biting Parisian air.

“My wife would have liked to come along as well, but she’s preoccupied with the baby,” the man explains. “She wants you to know how much she enjoys your work, though. We look forward to it every year.”

“Then why not buy it off-season, when it’s cheaper?” Tendō asks. The man looks surprised, prompting him to continue. “With all due respect, you order the same thing every year, anyway, so why wait?”

The man laughs at the sincere look of curiosity in the chocolatier’s eyes, patting him on the shoulder, like a father to his son. “Why wait until birthdays to buy a cake? Why wait until Christmas to exchange gifts and set up the tree? It’s old advice, but it’s good: it’s always the thought that counts.” With one last pat on the back and an affectionate chuckle, the man wishes Tendō a good night—“Enjoy tomorrow with your loved ones.”

The stores are packed with the usual extremely last minute rush on Valentine’s morning, and for the first time, Tendō Satori is part of that crowd.

His arms are filled with the goodies he’d woken up early to buy: heavily discounted candies in tacky packages, a cheesy card, a bouquet, an offensively pink stuffed bear, crumpled foil balloons. (He’d made chocolates for you too; those were waiting in the fridge at home.) If it was an authentic Valentine’s experience you wanted, he decided, then it was an authentic Valentine’s experience you’d get.

He’d sent you out to pick up a cake across the city just before he’d left that morning, so the apartment is still empty when he returns. He checks his watch—only half an hour at most until you’d come back. Setting the bear on the counter, he gives it a determined grin.

“Think I can set everything up in fifteen?”

He’s just barely managed tying the balloons closed when he hears the knob on the front door jiggle as you unlock it.

“I’m home!” Your shoes thud to the floor, joined by Tendō’s footsteps as he hurries to help you with the cake. You thank him when he takes it out of your hands and leads you to the dining table while you chatter away. “Boy, did you see how many people are out there? It’s like all of Paris decided to run their errands this morning. It’s a miracle I got the cake here in one piece—what’s all this?”

Tendō grins, proudly motioning to his handiwork. The bouquet sits in the center of the table, surrounded by neatly arranged dishes of your favorite foods. The plush bear sits at the head, the card and candies tucked into its paws. Balloons reading “Happy Valentine’s” are tied to your chairs, gently swaying to and fro in greeting.

“Do you like it?” he asks. “I figured you wanted to do something for Valentine’s, but all the restaurants are booked so I had to improvise—”

You cut him off with a kiss, and another, then another. “I love it! I love you and I love”—you wave at the room—“all of this.” Another kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for thinking of me, Satori.”

He laughs as you hug him, squeezing as tight as you can. He thinks back to the strawberry man’s remark, “It’s the thought that counts.” And maybe, just a little, he’s starting to understand that there’s more to Valentine’s than business.

As you prepare the cake and gush over the bear, he pats the pocket of his jacket. The pretty little velvet box would have to wait until after lunch.

postscript: heyyy <3 i stopped writing for like three months srry LMAO but im back in business baby !! if i try hard enough and school stops kicking my ass maybe i’ll start posting twice a month ahaha ... unless?

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Im taking 3 realms slow since there's 40 days, but you actually make a good point. They have no excuse, bc you have to have been to Enkanomiya to start the event, and enkanomiya requires we will be reunited. What I just realised is that this also works as a hard lock out for early game players. Sure, they can't even build Yae if they get her, but right now they straight up can't get event primos either. That's bad both for this banner and future banners. Genshin is Not newbie friendly huh.

Eh, that's actually pretty common for story-heavy gacha games. FGO in particular tends to swing wildly between "literally just complete the prologue" to the event in JP over Christmas that was "yeah you need to be completely up to date", which is a pretty tall order for new players (me. I made it though. I did it!!)

We got a few months warning, half price stamina and some free revives so we could make it for that one. I imagine that's why this event lasts 40 days - it'll probably be the standard for major events in any regions that aren't Mondstadt or Liyue from now on.

But, you know, Genshin is absolutely already a nightmare when it comes to building characters for newcomers.

Event shops only sell limited EXP and mora, weapon/talent mats, and low-tier crystal shards. Thanks, I guess. At least uncap the damn mora so farming raid bosses is worthwhile...

The Stardust/Starglitter Exchanges that you can use to purchase mats is a) linked to rolling (not F2P friendly) and b) doesn't stock boss mats or regional specialties like flowers or. Idk. Bugs. There's no other way to get those except there yourself.

Some characters require specific artifact sets to function as intended. Not that I didn't enjoy unlocking the domain in Dragonspine to make Childe work... 🙄

So unless you can go to Inazuma, you literally can't raise any Inazuma characters past level 40. And maybe that's not so bad now, but unless things change woe upon the newcomers that manage to end up with a team that's most full of characters from Fontaine.

There's a few ways around this I think; either upgrade the event shops and rewards/exchanges in a big way, or add shops or quests or something in-universe that help circumvent these things. You could do what FGO does and offer a daily ticket that you can exchange for a mat of your choice, too. The boss requirement for upgrading characters is particularly harsh... by contrast, even though I started in FGO JP with a roster full of characters that required near-to-endgame mats, I didn't have any trouble raising them enough to be usable :/

HYV (new nickname?) didn't really think this through very well, so I'm hoping they come up with some new ideas to make this more reasonable going forward... unless newcomers are expected to just gate themselves to region-specific characters until they can finally use the other ones they've rolled.