#Also! Seeing a lot of usernames that are a blast from the past

[pasiphile]

Havin' a lil mormor renaissance in my inbox and notes. It's fun, it's kinda like bumping into an old comfy sweater in the back in your closet and finding it still fits.

... a very kinky, unhealthily codependent sweater.

[crescentfool]

I noticed you're a Ryomina!!! How did you get into it? And do you have any good fanfics/doujinshi you can advice me to read? ANYTHING on Ryomina actually? I'm dying for anything about them!!! Thanks!!

yes!!! it's me!!! i'm ryomina fan (one of many)!!! thank you for visiting my askbox, i'll do my best to answer all of the questions because it always makes me happy to see that ryomina sparks joy for people! :D

...this got really long because i like linking to things, so i'm putting it under a read more (IM VERY NORMAL ABOUT THEM)

how did i get into it? i got into persona 3 around august 2021 through the movies- at the time my only experience with the persona series was with P5R / P5S / P5D. p3 was the one that interested me the most (i thought minato was very pretty + i caught wind that the themes of the game were very resonant with people). i picked the movies over the game because i'm a guy who plays games at a snails pace, haha.

admittedly, i did latch onto ryomina because of the scenes in the third and fourth movie (i have mentioned in the tags of this art i drew how much i felt like i was exploding and blasting off to the moon watching it).

but what really dug me into the ryomina hole (and what has kept me there) was thinking about how much ryoji encapsulates the themes of p3- and how interconnected his fate is with minato. i wrote some musings about their dynamic here, if you're interested!

tl;dr: what if we were both boys and we were mirror images of each other and i inherited your kindness and looks but god doomed our narrative even though we're soulmates

on ryomina fanworks recommendations:

regarding fics: i'm going to assume that you've probably read the fics that have the highest kudo ratings on them, so i won't really be listing those.

a personal favorite fic that i always hold close to my heart is Eurydice's Vow by crescentmoontea, which explores the idea of ryomina in p5r's third semester. this was the first fic i read about ryomina and it made me tear up lots...

i also think a lot about I Alone Await You by Nail_gun, literally scrumptious writing that captures the ryomina dynamic so so well. actually check out Nail_gun's other ryomina fics while you're at it too!

other fun fic i'm fond of: can't get my mind out of those memories (what were they?) by foxmulder_whereartthou. ryoji being homeless lives rent free in my head and it's all because of this fic. there's a bunch of other fun ryominas from the same author too (i still need to read them)

BkZa555 also has some fun AU scenarios if you're into that too, notably with Zagreus (P5-Setting, Ryoji focus) and The Definition of Insanity (TIME LOOP fuckery!), but they're currently ongoing.

these were some ones that came to my mind first- as i have the strongest recollection reading them. admittedly i haven't really been reading fic this year, so i don't have many recommendations from fic that came out this year. but if you're so inclined to let ryomina consume your soul, i definitely recommend giving the newer works in the ryomina tag a look-see and see if it strikes your fancy!

as a side note, i do have a few ryomina fics that i've bookmarked on my ao3 here, though i have to say that i'm not sure how well they hold up in terms of like... what i would seek out of a fic these days. but they made past me happy so i bookmarked them, LOL. it's kind of outdated (my collection of fic recs has my old username *disintegrates*).

regarding doujinshi: i have not read all the ryomina doujinshi available, but as a starting point, please take a look at this list from pandora-scans from livejournal!

notably, this is where you can find the strawberry-chan say good bye doujin- which features a small and cute comic from shuji sogabe (the p3/p4 manga artist), as well as other artists. the existence of this doujinshi is the funniest thing to me because it's like "HEY if you're wondering what the volume 8 cover is really gay it's because sogabe contributed to a ryomina doujin." this fact makes my head spin (positive). it explains a lot about the manga.

regarding persona side material:

i know you didn't ask for these but i thought that i mine as well list these too, since i feel that the side materials have some fun expansions on ryoji and minato's interactions. i haven't... watched/read all of these but, hey, i like to share these things!

for comic anthologies for the persona series (some of which have ryoji!). if you're interested in reading them, here's a scanlation index from maboroshi-no on tumblr. i don't think this is a comprehensive list, but i think it will be a great starting point!

for some translations of the persona 3 drama cds, check out imaginary-numbers on dreamwidth! ryoji and minato interactions can specifically be found in the persona 3 character drama cd vol. 1, and for the audio + english subs, you can watch this video on youtube:

and ohh the musical. ryoji singing and dancing gives me so much joy. i haven't watched the musical in it's entirety (only fragments), but here are some links that may be of interest to you:

Ao no Kakusei (The Blue Awakening), Sakuya version - playlist for the first p3 musical, translated by Phoenix Maiika.

Ao no Kakusei (The Blue Awakening), Kotone version - playlist for the femc version!! also translated by Phoenix Maiika on YouTube.

Persona 3: The Weird Masquerade (English Subtitles) - playlist by rumio!

P3 Weird Musical DVD & Soundtrack Booklet Scans by rumio_k - twitter thread that links to these funsies, if you don't have twitter, here's the publicly shared drive link.

god. these sure are a lot of links, huh? i hope you enjoy them- pick and choose whatever sounds most appealing! (if this overwhelmed you im sorry GKLHLDH i just like being very comprehensive in my answers about things so i got carried away).

and as a reminder, you (and anyone else reading) are always welcome to browse my tags/archive and reblog things from there anytime! i have... nearly 300 ryomina posts which, while mostly consists of art, has a few fics, meta, hcs, gifs, memes, and whatnot scattered about.

or browse the minato and ryoji tags too! there's.. nearly 1k minato. and 500 ish ryoji. and they're going to keep on growing because i can't stop being obsessed with archiving these things. god help me i am so deep in this hole called ryomina hell and now you're here too. welcome aboard!

there's always going to be a lot of fun ways to enjoy rotating ryomina around in one's brain, i think- they're a pairing with such fun symbolic imagery that is So Deep (to me) but ALSO they're immensely hilarious and weird guys (affectionate). so i love to share these things in hopes that it gives you joy too! they are the most couple ever (to me) (i'm biased)

thank you again for the ask! i hope it can satiate your need for more ryomina, and be a nice aide in exploring the p3 fanspace :)

[whalesforhands]

it’s nearing 2024, so i want to say some pretty swell things but i put it under the cut bcs i get really cringey and im a crybaby and im embarrassed

hello everyone! thank you for following/reading/interacting with me for the past (nearly) 6 months! it’s been a joy to be able to write and have an audience, since this is the first time this ever happened. i even sometimes wonder how it’s possible for you all to even like my writing, haha. thank you for the follows, likes, comments and asks! believe me when i say that on breaks, i just scroll through and read past asks and comments to smile again.

thank you for all your patience, and i’m sorry i can’t write every suggestion and past request. it really is dependent on my own creativity and imagination :(

thank you to all my anons;

omori anon, twt bird anon, 🍊anon, 💫anon, ☀️anon, 🗣️anon, brush anon, my first ever anon (these are just ones i remember off the top of my head :)) of course, non-character anons and non-anons who have ever sent an ask ever, even people who have trickled in from AO3; i genuinely cannot say thank you enough! (even if you don’t remember me)

also, although i don’t know if the ‘regulars’ i see are comfortable with being mentioned (like full on username on blast call out) i just wanna say thank you to you, even if you’ve never sent an ask or anything. but do know that i do see you and very much like you like how you consistently like my posts; whether it be you only read fic posts or me just talking, whether the content may be on my kofi or tumblr, im very appreciative of you following and liking my content.

you all managed to bring me a lot of joy in my time spent here, and i’m very very happy if you would be willing to put up with me for another 6 months so that i can officially say i’ve been with you all for a year!

thank you very much, here’s to a 2024 that will make you find more enjoyable times for both you and me! ♥️🐳

[guapisoohyun]

I was talking with my little sister about anime and talking about Hunter x hunter I remembered all my shenanigans around it, for example that at the time it was airing I was at high school and entered this social network/app and discovered the whole world of role play, the hxh roleplay community especially really left me marked forever like today I was listening to the ost (god that hyori ittai) and almost cried with the memories, what a time it was, it was full of happiness and actually a lot of learning to me, I learnt english since it wasn’t even my main language or mother tongue and all of the interaction was in english, I remember so many friends that at the moment I can even only tag @irregardlessly-tish and name and remember Captain, (Captain Kyosai) @eon-nabari I think Miso too, I remember being amazed that I could talk with people who were from different states and countries, usa, canada, argentina, even with spanish speaking friends we talked mostly in english, and I was online so much time, my english was never cleaner and fluid, even now I don’t have that level, I forgot some things, rn I’m double checking my words in google translate and I’m still sure I’m making mistakes hahahah I remember such kindness between all members, how fun it was, the interactions in character, how we would comment on hxh’s chapters as we watched them all at the same time, (the last eps from chimera ant arc Istg, we were all crying) I remember playing the online games that I can’t even find now or know how to look for to play by myself but still, without any of you <\3 time really has passed, I remember talking with all of you through skype (bc that was where our connections reached, to the personal, in real life realm) and I don’t even remember how that app worked nor my username and password to all those conversations that are now a lost treasure, I bust a brain cell trying to remember even tumblr and this personal account and definitely cried when I remembered that I probably deleted my roleplay account, my dear “lovelyblind”, my komugi, the queen as some of you called it, what a honor actually to have been behind such a character and many moments, my thoughts and writings, my key to that lost community gone fr, why did I do thatttt, I could have just left it there, in hiatus, suspended, but it’s irreparable and sadly I can get over it as I thought I did all these years but it was just forgetfulness, now I really cried my and all’s departure (omg that is also hxh ost), now I can claim again those memories and carry them with me forever. Gone from my precious hxh community I after tried to join kagerou project, pmmm and ghibli rp communities and it wasn’t the same at all, not to mention tumblr itself was at its climax when hxh also was, and I was part of that fandom at its peak, even before hxh rp I was in One piece rp, I also remember one luffy @rubberbastardout-blog who interacted with my komugi, a blast, but friendship at last, all of it, the one piece is truly the friends we made along the way hahahah, it made me sad to see the accounts I follow here, some I’m sure were hxh rp friends, and have not been used in years, more sad it makes me that the rest will not get to read me even if they are active somewhere, ah my online, far distance friends, I’m here, I’m Dei, I was Komugi :’( my gons, killuas, shaiapouf, neferpitou, meruem, main characters in hxh and in my life as their rp writers. My komugi blog was created early morning and I say goodbye to that phase same hour, who would have known:’) Anyway now it is a farewell and we shall continue life, we are still the same person and through years we’ll carry that person we were deep inside. We are all still somewhere remembering that we had a glorious and happy past and a royal life <3

[jamaiskookie]

i would like more soundcloud rapper yoongi x idol y/n please it’s so cute

v-live alert! -myg

pairing: idol! y/n x soundcloud rapper! yoongi

wc; 2.9k

a/n: lots of you asked, and so you shall receive. ps, i wrote this really rushed but i kinda love it. lmk what you think, love you guys <3

[V LIVE] Surprise LIVE! 

the v-live notification. or, more accurately, the sound of war. alternatively, you dance around your studio on a livestream and yoongi has a mental breakdown. 

masterlist  PREV

“i miss you too!“ you say, replying to one of the first comments that pop up on the live.

you probably should’ve showered before going live... and you probably should’ve changed out of sweats. 

whatever.

it’s not like your fans haven’t seen this before.

half of your pre-debut pictures are just downright disgusting. 

the number of viewers on the top of your phone begins to climb up to the thousands, increasing every half a second. 

it always amazes you how many people show up to your lives. sometimes you wonder if your fans genuinely have nothing better to do. how do they always show up so fast?

the comments begin to flood with greetings and exclamations of ‘oh my god i’m so early!11!1’ and the multicoloured heart pop up on your screen, building up an impressive stream of likes. 

“where am i?“ you read through the comments and look around, as if you forgot where you were. “in the studio.“ you grin when the comments flood with questions asking if dreamcloud is getting new music.

you can’t answer, of course, but it’s fun to see. you squint at your phone, which is propped on an elaborate setup that you spent the past twenty minutes preparing. 

(three books on one eyeshadow palette and a selfie stick gingerly placed on a small stool)

((you pray to every deity out there that it won’t fall))

“i was just bored,“ you shrug, speaking to the screen. “so i decided to come on here and talk to you guys. how have you been?“ you ask. 

hundreds of comments answer. 

“i’m alright“

“i’m good!“

most of them contain some form of sappy declaration like ‘my day is much better now that you’re here!’ it makes you smile. how cute. 

the v-live notification. 

or, more accurately, the sound of war. 

that cursed, terrible ding! haunts yoongi’s darkest and most terrifying nightmares. the sheer amount of panic that rushes through his veins when he hears that godforsaken noise, god. 

the number of lives he’s missed- yoongi can’t even bear to think about it. 

so maybe it was a blessing in disguise that yoongi put his phone on do not disturb so he didn’t have to hear that disgusting sound. instead, he found out the news via a gorilla’s screech.

“Y/N’S LIVE RIGHT NOW STARTED FOURTY SECONDS AGO HURRY UP YOONGI GET YOUR ASS UP AND STOP STUDYI-“ jimin yells from his room down the hall. 

yoongi almost falls out of his chair scrambling to get to his phone. it’s not like he was really studying anyways- more like using his pencils to tap out a cool-sounding beat on his desk out of boredom. 

watching your live > passing his music theory class.

priorities. 

with shaky hands, he grabs at his phone, slumping onto the floor and he sees the familiar blue icon with the notification popped up on the screen. 

[V LIVE] Surprise LIVE! Y/N: let’s chat <3

an unnatural squeak that slightly resembles the sound a mouse slips out of yoongi’s mouth.

even when he was a baby starrie and was glued to his phone at all times, he’s never been this early to a live. he unlocks his phone, cursing his momentary clumsiness. he clicks into the live, smiling when your beaming face blasts up on his screen. 

you haven’t gone live in so long- it’s nice to see your face again. 

“- how have you been?“ 

“good.“ yoongi types out in the comment box, mumbling the words as he’s typing. “way better now that you’re live.“ sometimes yoongi cringes at himself when he types these things. i mean, who could possibly guess that min yoongi, resident scary-emo-couldslapyouintheface bad boy socially un-responsible simped over a k-pop idol?

he can already see his reputation go down the drain. 

he also wonders what it says about himself that he’s a 20-something college student who’s life practically revolves around you, an idol who’s just about a year younger than him.

but dreamcloud is a part of his identity now. he identifies as a starrie no matter what. you know how the old saying goes-

once you stan, you can’t unstan. or something like that, he’s honestly not sure. 

you tuck your head onto your hand, diligently trying to keep up with all the comment. with a gasp, you nod at something. “oh, you’re right, user yoonalova98!” - that’s another thing special about you. whenever you read out comments, you also read out the username of whoever wrote it. 

you explained in one interview- that it’s cooler to give credit and talk to your fans as if you’re just chatting as friend. saying the username feels like you’re saying their names. 

what kind of lucky fan would get their comment read aloud by Y/N?

ugh. 

yoongi blinks when he remembers that technically, he’s sort of part of this group of elite, recognised fans. 

his twitter stan account got almost five thousand more followers after Y/N replied to his selca. the post itself has tons and tons of likes and retweets. 

insane, that Y/N- Y/N herself- knows of his existence. Y/N- the love of his life, has seen his FACE. she commented three HEART emojis below a selfie that he took. 

if he thinks about it too much, he’ll start feeling faint again.  

“our anniversary is coming up soon! i can’t believe it’s been three years already. time does pass by when you’re having fun.“ you say. yoongi thinks that it’s rather ironic that you would forget your anniversary, when yoongi’s had a calendar countdown to January 14th since the beginning of september. 

“ahh,“ you say, leaning in closer to the screen. “from user lialiarach, ‘did you watch jisoo unnie’s acting debut’ - i did! we all watched it and cheered her on during the premiere!“ 

jisoo’s new drama is good. it’s a fantasy-horror blend, and he, jimin, namjoon and jin finished all 16 episodes in two days when streaming hit Netflix. 

your head tilts and you smile. “song recommendations?” you wonder aloud, and yoongi scrambles to get a pen and notepad out. you don’t do ‘y/n’s listening parties’ as much anymore, but your taste in music is impeccable and he collects all the songs in a playlist. 

it’s called ‘wedding tunes’ (jimin named it, not him, yoongi swears) 

everytime he tries to change it back, it somehow switches back to wedding tunes the next day. 

it’s disturbing how good jimin is at this kind of stuff. hopefully yoongi won’t have to bail him out of jail one day. 

“okay!“ you say, pulling your laptop open. you hum as you scroll through some page that yoongi can’t see- and he anxiously waits for the first song to be played with twitchy hands and a strong grip on his pen. 

the first bar plays out and yoongi’s already in love.

“this is,“ you say over the music, double checking just to make sure. “don’t need your love by NCT...“ you squint. god knows there are too many NCT members. “dream! NCT dream featuring HRVY.“ 

“NCT dream...“ yoongi mumbles to himself, writing the song down on the notepad. 

“you know,“ you say over the music, spinning in your chair and nodding to the beat. “i’ve only met the NCT guys a couple times at music shows and such but they’re all so nice. i can’t remember all their names, but i’m decently familiar with their faces. how do they even have 23 members? how does it all work??“ 

you dance around the studio, singing along nonsensical lyrics that don’t make sense but sort of fit the rhythm of the song (??) 

“don’t need your loo-ooove-!!! dum dum duhhhh duhros noya!!!” yoongi stifles a laugh. there’s a reason why you constantly forget lyrics on stage. 

which is quite ironic, actually, because half the time you’re forgetting the lyrics to a song you wrote yourself. 

afterwards, you play all the hidden gems- and yoongi’s proud to say he’s familiar with quite a few of them. 

airplane by j-hope (a youtube star turned successful rapper-vocalist-dancer)

sweet night by v (the internet’s resident eye-candy)

and then you continue to scroll through your laptop, biting your lip and murmuring quietly to yourself. you glance once back at your phone screen. 

okay, listen.

yoongi knows that he’s delusional, okay?

but everytime you look straight in the screen it’s almost like you’re looking directly at the camera it’s almost like you’re staring into his soul. which makes zero sense, but it still makes his heart skip a beat.

let him dream, please

“what am i scrolling through?“ you say, reciting a question from the chat. “soundcloud, user chachachae.“ 

soundcloud? 

oh.

that’s pretty cool.

he didn’t know you had a soundcloud account!

you usually post all your covers and random shorts to instagram or another one of your personal blogs. 

for a moment, yoongi indulges himself by wondering if you’d ever listened to his music. his soundcloud account is linked in his twitter bio, after all... 

but he shakes those thoughts away as fast as they came. he doesn’t need to entertain himself with such silly thoughts. 

“ooh, this one’s good!“ you say, clicking onto something. 

still with you by JAYKAY (pffftt haihdkahjd) starts playing and you lean back, humming along. yoongi knows this one too!! now he’s 3 for 3!! he and you do share a similar taste in music, so maybe it does make sense. 

even though you’re actually main vocalist and lead dancer, you do listen to a lot of rap music. but the music you make is nothing like the old school hip hop tracks that yoongi is partial to. 

the music you make- how can he explain it? 

sweet like honey with a little bit of tang. 

like barbecue honey!!!!

ok that was a bad analogy. 

all of his favourite dreamcloud tracks are written by you- cloud nine, up in the sky, are u still here, quicksand- the list goes on and on and on. 

it’s like listening to your voice solves anything he goes against. bad day? dreamcloud. something to celebrate? blast your debut song. in need of a party song? easy fix. he gets aux cord rights? (granted, this doesn’t happen very often, since seokjin insists that his music taste is superior to his friends.) but anyways, y/n can fix it. 

listening to your voice feels comforting. it invokes something in him that he honestly cannot explain with words. you’re his inspiration. not just in music- but in life. he admires how you’re able to smile through anything, how you take responsibility for your own actions. 

he admires your kind heart, which offers generosity and forgiveness to even the most underserving people. 

he admires your passion, for music, for your members, for the smallest things. he admires how you’ll love everyone and anyone. 

even though he’s never really met you, he feels like he knows you. he wishes he could, anyways. he wants to thank the person who’s gotten him through such bad days. 

yoongi curses himself again for being so delusional. 

he keeps telling himself that he can’t get so attached. then he’ll end up like one of those creepy fans who are convinced their idols actually like them. 

blech.

“okay, next song!“ you exclaim cheerfully. “i really like this one, guys. he’s this soundcloud star. he makes really cool music.“ yoongi readies his pen. if this person really is a soundcloud star, then there’s a high chance yoongi knows of him. a smaller chance that he actually knows the guy personally; either online or from real life. 

you press the space bar almost obnoxiously, like you’re about to reveal something grand. you look into the camera, and you lock eyes with yoongi- through that cursed, horrible screen. 

the first note plays and yoongi thinks that it sounds... oddly familiar, actually. for a moment, he sighs in disappointment. this one doesn’t sound as great as the previous few songs. almost like it’s incomplete, imperfect. something about it bugs him at the very bottom of his gut. 

jimin figures it out before he does. 

“AHHHHHHHHH YOONGI!!! OH MY GOD-!!!! YOONGI ARE YOU SEEING THIS? YOONGI!! HYUNG!“ yoongi grumbles, wondering what the hell jimin is screeching about now. 

“oh, for fuck’s sake,“ he mumbles. the difference between him and jimin is the way they express their emotions. while yoongi bottles it all up, choosing to deal with things alone and slump around, jimin has no other choice but to scream things out. it’s a wonder they’re such good friends, really. “what is it now?“ yoongi mutters to himself. 

“yeah yeah, a gentle breeze- “ and then it hits him. all at once. 

“holy fucking shit.“ he whispers to himself, slumping down on the floor. he can barely hear what you say next.

“this song is called people by agust d. he goes by the name suga on social media-!“ yoongi falls down, gasping for air. “i’m a fan,“ you remark casually. “mr. suga producer-nim!! i’m your fan! please continue to make good music!“ you chuckle. “what am i doing right now? he probably isn’t even watching.“ you stare innocently at the phone camera, as if you don’t even know that you’re changing someone’s life right now. 

out of his peripheral vision, he can see jimin rushing into the room, crouching next to him and placing a hand on his back, murmuring something yoongi can’t hear through the sound of his sobs. 

huh. when did he even start crying?

“he makes rap and really cool hip hop music. you guys should give him a listen. his lyrics are really meaningful, too.“ you nod along, reciting the lyrics word for word- even though you really can’t rap. 

“what kind of person am I? am I a good person? or a bad person? many of ways to judge just a person. everyone will live on, everyone will love, everyone will fade away“ you headbang along to the beat. 

yoongi slides down the wall inch by inch. he wonders if he’ll faint or vomit first.

other people seem to make fun of people like him- people who find solace in idols, in music. that’s partially why he doesn’t like disclosing the fact that he’s a diehard fan of an idol girl group. 

but in hindsight, that’s so stupid. who gives two fucks about his interests? hell, yoongi’s been depressed half his life. and if a group of girls who sing songs and perform make him feel better, what’s so wrong with that?

 jimin’s voice is a little clearer now, and so is yours. you’re singing along to the lyrics- the lyrics that he wrote. the lyrics that he spent hours agonising over, wondering whether his shortcomings and anxiety in his life were worth posting on the internet for his measly following to see. 

wondering if the music he made had any impact at all, if one day he might see his dream come true, to see his music being played in public. wondering if anyone might hear his songs and think that it helped them get over a bad day. just like you have for him. 

yoongi’s sobs wrack through his body, tears flowing freely on his face. he’s crying hard. ugly crying, like a baby throwing a temper tantrum. his cries echo through the room. if he could see himself right now...

well, he doesn’t want to think about it. he’s sure it’s not a pretty view. 

jimin looks over him, smiling proudly. his eyes are glassy, and he tucks yoongi’s head in his chest, putting his arms around him and embracing him. 

yoongi’s shoulders shake. if it was any other day, he would usher jimin out the room. he hates it when people see him being vulnerable. even his own family hasn’t seen him cry that much. 

but right now, he can’t bring himself to do anything but cry. other people may ask why this is such a big deal, why someone emotionally constipated like min yoongi would cry like this for such a small matter. 

this, he doesn’t know how to explain either. 

all he can think about is how much it means to him. that someone he admires so much is now, in turn, saying his music- no, his life- is good. nothing much else. but just knowing that you’ve listened to his work, that you know of his alter ego’s name...

his crying sounds grow larger. 

jimin pets at his hair. “shh,” he murmurs. “it’s okay.” jimin’s voice also grows a little shaky. he tears up, but continues to comfort the crying boy in his arms. “you did it, hyung. it’s okay. you made it. you did it. why are you crying? this is good news! this is so great! i’m proud of you, we’re all so proud of you.” 

yoongi tries to speak; it doesn’t go very well. but when he tries again, he manages to choke something out. 

“i did it.“ he says, before burying his face back into jimin’s hug. the two boys sit on the ground, crying together. an hour passes, then two. 

slowly, yoongi drifts off to bed on the ground, the melody of his own song blended with sound of your voice echoing in his head. 

my ordinary became your special, my special became your ordinary. so what? what if you just brush by? what if you get hurt? sometimes you might get hurt again, sometimes you might shed tears. so what? so what if you live like that? 

~ people by agust d

tags; @jksbbyfacebunny @extremeobsessions101​​ @dwcljh​ @stonyiscanon​ @bishuthot​ @s0seo​ @cecedrake2217​ 

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Covenant: Tech Guy

Reid Garwin x Reader

Word Count: 3,826

Summary: After renting a laptop from your campus library, you run into a download problem. A call to Library Tech Services for help introduces you to Tech Guy. Good at his job, but with questionable people skills, you learn to work with him. It certainly helps that he has an attractive voice.   

This was not good, not good at all. It was less than an hour to midnight, the sun long since having set, and time seemed to pas faster, not slower, the later it got.

Now, you considered yourself to be pretty good with technology, perhaps not a computer genius but good enough to be able to troubleshoot most of your problems. It was pure bad luck that the night your capabilities failed was the night before you had an assignment due in Graphic Design.

Your own laptop had been ruined after an accident in the library had left the screen nothing more than a web of shattered fragments, but thankfully the library also carried laptops for checkout which saved you from having to fork out money that you didn’t have to buy a new one. You thought that checking out a laptop would be a quick fix to your problem, but you underestimated how high their demand was.

The librarian you spoke with at the circulation desk put you on a waiting list much to your disappointment and you left the building empty handed, unsure when one would become available.

The answer was six days later, the night before you had something due.

When they left a voicemail on your cell phone around seven o’clock to tell you that it was ready for pick-up, you immediately hopped on a bus bound for the library. The anxiety should have been somewhat alleviated because you could actually start to work on it now but when you got back to your dorm room and opened it up, another problem presented itself: the program you needed wasn’t installed.

Bad luck 1 – You 0.

Every time you tried to install it a message would pop up prompting you to enter an admin username and password in order to start the process. You had never seen that message before and innocently tried your own username and password. When that didn’t work, you tried three more times just to be sure.

Next stop was the internet, everyone’s favorite place to ask questions. You ran a quick search describing the problem and read through a couple of chat room threads. Disappointingly, nothing really applied to the situation at hand.

In hindsight, you shouldn’t have spent so much time trying to fix it because all that came of it was a lot of wasted time and you still hadn’t installed the program. You really didn’t want to take another trip to the library tonight if you could help it.

Frustrated and stuck you opened up the library’s webpage to see if there were any answers to be found. They didn’t but you did find the phone number for Library Tech Services, which was miraculously open even this late in the night.

Punching in the numbers you dialed and waited for someone to answer and when they did, it was short and to the point. “Library Tech.”

“Umm, hi… my name is y/n and I’m having an issue installing a program on my laptop rental.”

“Hmm. What’s the problem?” Again, not much to go on but the you could admit that tech guy’s voice sounded attractive.  

“Well. I clicked on the install button, but as soon as I did a message telling me that I needed admin permission to continue flashed on my screen.”

“Did you try your university username and password?”

“Yes.”

“Did you double check that you typed everything correctly?”

“Yes.”

“Did you try Google?”

“Of course, I did,” you answered with exasperation. He snickered and you felt your hackles rise. You called the number to get helped, not to get laughed at. Attractive voice be damned.

“I promise I exhausted every trick I know, I’m not stupid. But I do have something to finish tonight so if you can help me out here, that’d be great.”

For a split second you felt bad for being short with him but the aggravation was quick to return. He was the one providing terrible customer service… why should you feel bad calling him out on it?

He must’ve gotten the hint because he cleared his throat and started being serious. “The library puts restrictions on its laptops because they don’t want people downloading stuff willy nilly. What do you need to install?”

“Just Adobe Illustrator.”

You heard him typing on a keyboard in the background. “Sounds okay to me. I’ll just give you the admin credentials so you don’t have to make a trip over here tonight.”

You started to say thanks until you processed the end of that sentence. “Wait, what do you mean by that?”

“Normally we require people to come in person to fill out a form. Once the request is approved, a person is supposed to enter in the admin stuff, but I’m going to give it out over the phone to save you some time.”

His words left you speechless. You had no idea there was a whole process to do something so simple as install a program; you should’ve asked more questions before you walked out with it. It was a good thing to remember for next time. And the earlier guilt returned, too. He was being so nice now, bending the rules so you didn’t have to make another trek on the bus, which was quite frankly a gamble after dark.

You thanked him profusely, the tension draining from your shoulders. Once you told him the laptops id number and he was able to confirm that it was rented out to your account, he shared the username and password with you.  

With baited breath, you typed in exactly what he told you to and couldn’t help the happy noise that escaped you when it worked. It was impossible that tech guy saw your chair dance through the phone but he laughed again, making you question if he somehow knew anyway.

“Thanks, you’re a life saver!”  

He cleared his throat and said “Glad to be of service.” Then he hung up without another word.

You pulled the phone away from your ear and looked at it blankly. What the heck was that about? Thinking back on the conversation left you feeling very confused but you threw yourself into getting your images drawn up on Illustrator and soon lost yourself in the work.

You ended up staying up late well past your normal bedtime but the deadline was enough motivation for you to push through the drowsiness and yawns. Around 3:30 you finally finished and emailed it to the professor so you wouldn’t have to worry about it in the morning.

Sleep came easy that night and you vaguely remembered dreaming about tech guy’s voice which was utterly ridiculous. He hadn’t even mentioned his name, for goodness sakes! Plus, he was so hard to read, bouncing between jerk and nice on a whim. Nope. You were not going to stoop to finding out who he was. Not a chance.

After yesterday’s incident, your first course of the new day was to go grab a cup of coffee. You weren’t an easy riser on a good day, even less so after being up until the wee hours of the morning and caffeine was going to be essential for powering you through your classes.

Your go-to place was a campus coffee shop two blocks down from your dorm. It was still winter but you found that as long as you bundled up, the walk over went quickly and the cold air worked wonders for organizing your thoughts. But the real reason it was your favorite was not its closeness, it wasn’t even for the coffee; it was because of the heavenly pastries they made daily. The croissants, the eclairs, the danishes… they were all excellent. None was above their banana chocolate chip muffins.

A little bell chimed as you opened the door and the blast of heat from inside the shop felt nice against your chilled cheeks. The familiar worker at the register looked up and smiled when they saw you. “Hey, y/n! Should I start working on your cappuccino order?”

“Yes, please!” You approached the counter, removing your gloves to make it easier to take out your card from your wallet. A gleaming dessert case also caught your eye and you tried to glance over discreetly. As subtle as you tried to be, the cashier knew you too well after serving you for the past couple of years.

“Oh, sorry. We’re out those again.”

“Again?” you questioned sorrowfully.

He gave you a sympathetic shrug. “They’re very popular, they always go fast.”

It used to be that you could get your hands on a banana chocolate chip muffin whenever you wanted one but the secret must’ve gotten out to the rest of campus because you’d struck out for the past weeks. With a dramatic sigh, you settled for a chocolate croissant. It was no muffin but it was something to tide over your stomach until lunch.

“You know,” you started conspiratorially, “How can someone be so talented yet stupid simultaneously? If that no-good-baker bothered to make more of them knowing how fast they sell, this wouldn’t happen.”

You had never actually met the baker that was the source of the yummy pastries. In fact, you’d never even seen him and only knew that he was good at what he did and that he never came out to the front of the shop. There was really no reason why you ragged on him that morning other than you had major plans for that muffin that now had to be put on hold.

The cashier chuckled as he rang you up and looked back at the door to the kitchen for a moment. “I’ll pass along the message.” He slipped the croissant in a brown paper bag and handed it, along with the travel coffee cup, over to you.  “Have a good day. See you next time.”

You accepted it with a “You, too,” and were out the door to catch the next bus to your class.

*** 

Later that week, you ran into a familiar problem with the laptop. This time you needed to add Photoshop but figured that it shouldn’t be an issue now that you knew the password. So when you typed in the exact same thing as last time and the computer told you it was incorrect, you dragged a hand down your face and groaned. Well, you weren’t going to make the same mistake twice.

Swiveling around in your chair you grabbed your phone and called the Tech Services line again. The only thing that would make this even better would be if tech guy answered again, that’s how your luck was going that week. And sure enough, “Library Tech Services.”

You refrained from groaning again. Out loud anyway. “Hi, it’s y/n again. I was the one who called about the admin credentials Monday night?”  

“What’s up?”

“I’m trying to install Photoshop right now and it’s telling me the username/password is incorrect, which is impossible because it’s what I used the last time.”

“Right. We had to change the password for our monthly maintenance, it’s a security thing.”

“You’re kidding,” you said surprise coloring your voice. “Any chance you can share the new one with me?”

“Technically, I wasn’t supposed to give that to you last time.”

It was time to turn on the charm and convince him like you managed to previously. As you pleaded with him to do you this favor he interrupted you.

“How bad do you need it?”

What was wrong with you that hearing him say that put your mind in the gutter? He definitely hadn’t meant it that way when he said it! He was much chattier this time around so you were able to appreciate his voice better and his voice just did it for you.

You cleared your throat. “It’s not an emergency this time, no impending next-day deadlines, but I do want to get working on this new assignment…”

“Okay, okay. You’re lucky I like you.” That was news to you because you didn’t get that vibe based on the last call. It was nice to hear though. Some clicks sounded from the other end of the line and you waited silently for a few moments before he was ready to say the new password.

“Whew, we’re good to go,” you updated him as the Photoshop installation started. Another moment of silence passed.

Finally, he said a quick, “Good.”

You weren’t caught off guard when you heard the click that signaled he had hung up. Unlike the last call, he hadn’t seemed rude and he did mention that he liked you. Maybe he was just an awkward sort of guy, despite his killer voice. That might explain why he worked an IT job, weren’t those kinds of guys supposed to have terrible people skills?

You worked with Photoshop for a bit and when you reached a good stopping point, you got ready for bed. That night you laid awake for a while, unable to drift off to sleep. Instead, you replayed the conversation with tech guy over and over in your mind.

He was very helpful when he wasn’t giving an attitude and he this was the second time he had bent the rules for you. That pesky word ‘like’ kept rattling in your brain and you started to wonder if that nice voice belonged to a nice face. Furthermore, was there a chance that he found your voice attractive as well?

***

Sunday morning on a college campus seemed like a smart time to visit the coffee given that most of campus wasn’t up yet, which increased the chances of you getting your hands on a banana chocolate chip muffin. Maybe even two or three if you were honest, to make up for the past several failed attempts.

The sun hadn’t been up long when you opened the door, the little jingling bell announcing your presence. A barrage of delicious aromas caressed your nose and to your extreme delight, one of the scents you detected was a banana-chocolate combination.

You walked up to the counter and the cashier smiled as he told you good morning.

“So… can I get three banana chocolate chip muffins?”

He merely smiled and started working on your cappuccino. “Of course. Reid just finished them so they still in the kitchen, piping hot.”

Reid must be the baker that was responsible for the muffins as well as responsible for never making enough. “Finally! This is a long time coming for me.”

“I passed him your message, I think he took it to heart.” He handed over the drink and turned to go to the kitchen. “I’ll be back with the muffins.”

He pushed the door open and for a split second you caught a glimpse of a side profile belonging to a blonde guy. He was too far away to distinctly make out any facial features but he had nice shoulders framed by his black tee and obvious blonde hair that was hard to miss. He looked cute to you, at least from a distance.

Those two details were the only things you took note of before the door closed, effectively blocking you from more staring. Too bad. It was totally ridiculous to think about but tech guy’s voice would be a good combination with baker guy’s looks.

You picked at the lid of the coffee cup while you waited for the rest of your order already anticipating how they would taste. Your plan was to only eat one this morning and to ration the rest, but you were honest enough with yourself to know that you might enter a feeding frenzy and have all three finished by lunch.

When the door opened up again your eyes searched for the seemingly cute baker but there was no sign of him. There wasn’t a chance to get down about it, however, because a smile lit up your face as soon as you saw the medium sized brown paper bag that held the muffins.

“Reid says these are especially for you,” the cashier said as he lifted the bag over the register.

You were quick to raise your hands to take it from him and made sure to thank him as you left, not questioning why Reid, a person you’d never met, would make a comment like that, figuring that he was referring to how you complained that the muffins were always sold out.

The morning air was especially cold as you trekked back to your dorm, your breath condensing into a fleeting, frozen cloud around your face and the only thing keeping your hands warm was the cappuccino you held between gloved hands. Still, the trip to the coffee shop was definitely worth it and you were hoping that it was a good omen to start the day off with.

***

Perhaps you were still experiencing the high of the morning victory at the coffee shop, but later on that night while you were working on homework once again, you started thinking about tech guy again. There wasn’t any need to call him; you now had both Illustrator and Photoshop on the laptop and there wasn’t anything else that you needed to install.

Still, you debated calling him. Not because you needed to but because you wanted to. Which was weird, even to you, but you had missed him the past couple of days, bad people skills and all. After the second call, you felt even more confident that he wasn’t as condescending a guy as you had first thought him to be. And you wouldn’t mind getting to know that awkward version of him better.

The hard part was you literally knew nothing about him other than he worked the night shift at the library. You didn’t have a name, a face, not even a work schedule to confirm whether he was working tonight or not. Reid must’ve been serious when he told the cashier those muffins were made especially for you because there had to have been a secret dose of recklessness mixed in there. How else would you explain this strange, and potentially creepy, call you were about to make?

The dial tone rang and you took a deep breath, not sure how this would turn out. On the fifth ring, someone finally picked up. “Library Tech Services.”

You laughed in relief. Tech guy was the on the other end of the phone. “Hey.”

“Hey, y/n. Having another crisis?” On one hand you felt a little embarrassed that you no longer had to say your name for him to recognize your voice but on the other, the possibility that he enjoyed talking with you, too.

“It may come as a surprise but I can get through a day without having a tech issue that needs solving.”

“Oh, really?”

“I swear.” You crossed your heart even though he couldn’t see you.

“Well, what do you want then?”

Time to be brave. “Actually, I called for you.”

“I would hope so, I’m the only who works this shift meaning I’m your only option.”

“No, um, I meant I wanted to tell you thanks for helping me out with installing that stuff on the laptop. You were a lifesaver.”

“I try.”

“Seriously! I definitely would’ve missed one graphic design deadline, potentially two if you hadn’t come to the rescue.”

That seemed to get his attention. “Is that your major? Graphic Design?”

“Yep. Don’t I give off bumbling artist vibes?”

“Hmm you seem pretty confident to me but there’s nothing wrong with that. My grandma was—” He started that sentence but abruptly cut off and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you saying I remind you of your grandma?”

“Shit,” he grumbled. “My friends told me to stop bringing her up when talking to hot people.”

“Don’t sweat it, she sounds like she was awesome so I’m honored. But back to the part where I’m hot… do you really think so?”

“Obviously. Do you think I hand out library secrets to every person who calls? Your voice is strong and you sound super smart so I tried my best to be cool with you.”

“Okay but future tip: hanging up on people and not telling them your name is rude, not cool.”

His embarrassment was tangible through the phone and you let him sweat momentarily before speaking. “Luckily for you, I like dorks such as yourself and am willing to look past it as long as I get your name.”

“It’s Reid. Reid Garwin,” he rushed to say.

Now that was interesting. You fell back on your bed, your brain trying to make connections. The name while not super common, wasn’t rare either and what were the chances that you met two of them on the same day. If Reid with the nice body and tech guy, er, Reid with the nice voice were one in the same, you wouldn’t be upset. Quite the contrary.

“Reid as in Reid who bakes my favorite sugar fixes on campus?”

“One in the same. You seen me there before?”

“Only once,” you reveal. “When I went to pick up some muffins this today.”

It was his turn to laugh. “Wait. Are you saying that you’re that customer who called me stupid the other day?”

“…Maybe.”

“They don’t let me out front cause I’m ‘too much’ for people but rest assured that the door isn’t that thick. I feel like an idiot for not recognizing that it was you though.”

The revelation that Reid was baking a tech hero, a winning mix by the way, thrilled you all the way from your head to your toes. At the moment you didn’t even care that he heard you calling him names at the coffee shop although you were sure the mortification would set in later.

“Would you like to go out sometime—”

“You do want to go out with me sometime—”

The two of you spoke at the same time and when you realized that the other had read your mind, you both giggled.

“After you,” you assured him.

“Shit, would you like to go out sometime? There’s a restaurant downtown that’s really good and I promise not to bring up grandma Garwin again.”

The plan was to pretend to think about it but your excitement overrode your brain and you said, “Deal as long as you promise to tell me more about her, not less.”

He started to answer you but stopped suddenly and you could vaguely hear him getting scolded by someone, reminding you that technically he was still on the clock.

“Sorry,” he grumbled, “The librarian on duty told me to stop flirting and get back to work. Stop by the coffee shop tomorrow though and we can talk more.”

You said your good-byes and rolled around your bed, the comforter thoroughly rumpled by the time you stopped. It seemed that your luck may be turning around for the better.

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Thanks for reading my most self-indulgent piece to date. Also my longest! Reid may consider himself to be mister cool, but he is also an awkward bean who would make a great tech guy. It's also my first time experimenting with moodboards, let me know what you think :)

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Be My Light - Chapter 2: Her Devil, His Angel

*Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

*Genre: Mafia, angst, eventual smut, slow burn

*Warnings: Language, violence, reference to physical / emotional abuse, blood 

Author’s note: Hi everyone. Thank you for sticking with me. I am also uploading Be My Light up on AO3 under the same username. I’ll link below. Please feel free to comment and let me know what you think or what you liked about it. I get really excited when I see what you guys like. I hope you like it. 

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                                  Chapter 2: Her Devil, His Angel

               Almost there, you thought as you quickened your pace to your bus stop. Nothing had passed you on the road, so you were sure there was plenty of time before the bus arrived just beyond the construction. But with the morning you were having, you wouldn’t stop worrying until you were seated at the bench. You felt yourself smile a bit as you drew closer and closer to the shopping center; it was so large, and you were sure there were so many surprises lurking inside. You hoped it wouldn’t be too long before you could go in and find something special. 

               A black car went racing past you as breakneck speed, from seemingly nowhere, leaving you shivering from the blast wind that trailed behind. I must not be the only one having a crazy morning, you thought as your eyes followed the SUV’s taillights. As you passed in front of the construction zone, you saw the gate of the fence that surrounded it had been opened, leading to the paved entrance. Could the car have come from here? You stopped walking long enough to look around; nothing looked out of place, at least to you, and there didn’t seem to be any vandalism. Did they go inside? The chain on one of the doors had been unlatched and left hanging from the handle of the propped open doors. Or it would have been one of the workers checking on things and needed to leave quickly? You supposed there could be a lot of conclusions; instantly thinking something bad had happened just because of the gang activity wasn’t the best thing to ease your anxiety. It was best just to keep going. The bus stop was in sight at the edge of the fence.

               Before you could sit on the bench, you heard a loud ‘popping’ sound from the building behind you. You wanted to say it was a car backfiring or a firecracker, but it was too rapid to be anything else. Ever since you had lived in Central, you learned how to tell the difference. You could hear some loud yells that sounded like it was coming from the other side of the building. But the shots were coming from inside the building. You should run away and hide somewhere safe; you know you should. And you started to back away, reaching for your phone to call the police. You heard more yells and footsteps heading your direction. There was nothing close by to duck into, so you hid yourself behind a trashcan on the other side of the bench. Peering around, you see two large men, both dressed in black suits, holding semi-automatic handguns. They were looking, wildly, up and down the street. You prayed they wouldn’t find you, not knowing what would happen.

               “They’re not here! I don’t see a car anywhere! They must have got away,” one of the men said, out of breath.

               “What did you expect after that fucking chase? Everywhere they ducked into was rigged with one of Vante’s traps! I can’t believe that fucker got in there and did all that with no one noticing him. My eyes are still burning from that pepper spray.”

               “Tell me about it,” the first one replied, “On the third floor, he set off another smoke bomb and had trip wires all over the place. I almost busted my ass! He had every floor rigged with some kind of stupid trap. Yao went into an empty shop on the third floor and the security door came rolling down and locked him inside; they’re still trying to get him out.”

               “Well, Vante and the blond are gone. And Choi’s going to have our heads. No matter how many traps we suffered through.”

               “Maybe, but there are still the other two. I heard them chasing someone above us when we were pepper sprayed. Chen had said one of them was shot twice; there’s no way he’s making it out alive. Fairly sure it’s the youngest that’s still running around. Choi would be pleased if he could lay one of them out and get that secretive maknae they’re always protecting.  If we can corner him and capture him, that teaches them not to mess with the Royals. Let’s go check around back and help corner the fucking brat. Bet he’s hiding in some stairwell.”

               “As long as there’s no more damn traps…,” the other man trailed off in a low grumble.

               The two men turned and ran back towards the side of the building. So, the speeding car must have been who they were looking for. No wonder they were driving like their lives depended on it, you thought. Whoever they were looking for must have wandered into a gang meeting? And there were more still in the building, hurt, being hunted down. You needed to leave, call the police, protect yourself. But you found yourself looking back at the building, and a thought emerged that really affected you. For much of the life you remembered, you had been bullied. You wished, back then, someone had stood up to protect you. Now, after all the therapies and hard work, you were trying to stand up for others like you. These gangs were nothing but bullies and the city was you, looking for someone to take a stand and help. You knew you were nothing compared to the men with guns and weapons, but there were people who needed help. The police would take too long, and you couldn’t stand the idea of letting someone die. Sometimes people need to do scary things to help people. Your father had always helped people; as a police officer he had ran into danger. You were a nurse; you could help them until the authorities came. All you needed to do was stay out of sight. Suddenly, the person Amber wanted you to be took over and that scared girl hiding behind the trash can disappeared, as you stood up and eased over to the open fence, peering around to see if anyone was there.

               You pulled your phone out and called 911, quickly telling the operator what was going on; you were a nurse at Central Mercy, there was an active gang shooting with possible multiple injuries, and that you needed an ambulance to Central Mercy along with police. You hung up after the operator confirmed that they were on the way and to stay away from the scene. There was no talking you out of it. Someone needed to help before someone lost their life unnecessarily. The area around the open fence was clear of people, but from inside you could hear people were running around and yelling. You ran to the door, and slipped in once you saw the coast was clear.

               Inside was dimly lit, and every noise echoed in the open concrete building. You couldn’t see anyone on the ground level; the noises seemed to be coming from the upper floors, where you could hear people yelling commands, breaking glass, and throwing things around. Whoever they were looking for must be hiding. You moved, quietly, into the open food court area, looking for some sign. This is stupid, you are so stupid, you kept chanting as you kept moving. On a box next to you, there was a crowbar and you snatched it up, holding it as if it was a bat. It may not do anything against a gun, but it made you feel a little secure as more shots were fired above you. There was a bunch of yelling; from the sounds of it, they hadn’t caught the young man the ones outside had mentioned. And you hoped they wouldn’t. But then, you heard someone yell, ‘He’s running towards the fire escape! Take him down’. It was quickly followed by more shouting, more shots fired, a scream, and the sound of glass breaking.  As you made it to the fountain in the middle of the space, really wishing you would get out of there, you heard someone running. It was closer than the ones that echoed above you, and you could hear heavy breathing getting closer and closer. You crouched down against the wall of the fountain, gripping the metal bar tighter and trying to keep your breathing as quiet as you could. The footfalls got closer and closer, and they were not even steps like the two suited men from outside, and the breathing sounded labored and strained.

               Around a corner, the owner of the steps came into your view. It was not a suited man, but a younger looking man with sweaty, blond hair, and a pale face. He was alone and swaying on his feet as he moved, with difficulty, towards the fountain. His breathing came in harsh gasps. He stumbled and hit the ground hard, hissing and struggled to get back up. From your hiding spot, you saw there was a massive blood stain on the red coat he wore from a bullet wound in his shoulder, with blood dripping from his limp hand. His other arm was wrapped around his waist and his black shirt seemed like it was wet, as well. As he tried to push himself up, you saw blood on his other hand, too. This had to be the one the two gang members were talking about, the one who was hurt. Instantly, you felt your heart break seeing someone so hurt. As he struggled to push up on his shaky arm, he tilted his head up.

               Then, he finally noticed you.

               Your eyes locked with his dark brown eyes. At first, he just stared at you, as if he couldn’t figure out if you were real or not. His eyes – you couldn’t help but think that they were so captivating and beautiful- kept searching yours for some kind of sign, like he was expecting you to turn into something else. But then, he realized that you were not a figment of his pain-induced imagination and that you were really sitting there. His eyes got bigger as he pushed himself to get to his unsteady feet, but his arm gave out and he dropped back to the ground. Some of the strands of his blond hair were stained red from an open cut at his hairline.

               Before you could move to him, you heard someone coming. The young man heard them too and tried again to stand up, only to fall again. He turned his eyes back to you. His lips moved but you were so focused on the steps that you didn’t hear him. A man in a black suit, like the ones from outside, came around the corner. He looked around before his eyes fell upon the bleeding blond. The smile that cracked his face made your pulse race in your ears. It reminded you of the smile Daniel had shown you when you said you were leaving. The suited man let out a chuckle as he stalked over to the young man.

               “There you are, you son of a bitch. Who would have thought you would have made it this far in your condition. Choi’s going to be so happy that he’s gonna get to finish you off.” He kneeled down next to his prey and fisted his blond hair, pulling him up to his knees. “And I’ll get such a reward for capturing you. And it’s only a matter of time before they catch your little friend. Last I heard, they cornered him on the second floor. He almost made it to the fire escape. I can’t wait to see your face when I smash his skull against the floor. After Choi has his own fun, that is.”

               You couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping your lips as the mental image filled your mind. Two sets of eyes slid over to you. The suited man seemed startled at your presence and it took him a moment to fully process you. Slowly, that predator look he wore slipped back into place. He, roughly, released the youth and rose to his feet. His steps towards you were slow and heavy. And with each step, his well-tailored suit changed to a pair of worn jeans and a whiskey-soaked jacket. With each step, he became your ex as he stalked you against the wall of your apartment. Then back to the suited gang member with a gun in his belt. The edges of your vision started to darken and get fuzzy from panic. You pushed away from the fountain, trembling fingers releasing the only weapon you could protect yourself with, and tried to crawl away from his gaze. But he grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you back to his grasp. He grabbed you by the collar of your coat and crouched on top of you.

               Just like Daniel had done after he backhanded you for asking why you couldn’t leave.

               “Well, what do we have here? A little bitch who wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time, maybe? Do you belong to him? Or were you trying to play hero? What a fucking joke! You should have minded your own business! Now, I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

               You just couldn’t be the happy little bitch I asked you to be. You had to go sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. Guess I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, Daniel’s voice echoed behind the suited man’s words.

               “No,” you gasp, not sure who you were responding to, “please stop. I’m sorry!”

               He pulled you up to your feet, fingers biting into your arms. “Sorry isn’t gonna help you. You’ve seen too much. I doubt the boss will want to keep you around for a quick fuck either; you’re not pretty enough for that.”

               You should be thankful someone like me even wants to be around you. You’re nothing but useless. You’re not even good looking. Not even pretty enough to call a girlfriend.

               Your heart was racing; all the emotions were flooding your mind. Suddenly, you were back in your old apartment wanting to leave to make everyone happier. Daniel was screaming at you, breaking down every shred of courage you had mustered to tell him you were leaving. His hands were bruising your arms as he was about to throw you against the coffee table when you moved towards the door. There was a crack echoing in your mind as your head contacted with the wood then the wall as he slammed you against it. No, this wasn’t happening again! But the suited man kept changing forms, both faces sharing that venomous smirk. You were gonna be a victim again, forever trapped by his words and actions.

You were useless.

               “No!” You squeezed your eyes shut and brought your knee up as hard as you could, hitting him right in the stomach. The man stumbled back and it gave you enough time to reach down for the crowbar and swing it up. It connected with Daniel’s face as he moved towards you again. You swung it again, and it hit the suited man in the back as he doubled over. With a surge of rage that had been hidden within all the fear and anxiety, you swung again and again.

               When the red in your vision faded, the suited man was on the ground, unmoving. You stared down at him, breathing hard. For a moment, you weren’t sure what had happened. Was he dead? How did that happen? The weight of the crowbar in your hand brought it back to you. You were protecting yourself the way you wished you had before. The suited man had triggered your memory so strongly that all that pent of anger Amber had always said needed to be addressed came surging out. You stared at the crowbar in utter shock. How did you do that? You glanced down at the unconscious suited man before you; you nudged him with your foot and let out a sigh of relief when he let out a moan. He may have been trying to attack you, but you really didn’t want to kill anyone. It went against your whole purpose of running into this hell hole.

Your eyes darted back to the bleeding man leaning heavily against the edge of the fountain. You dropped the crowbar, making a loud ‘bang’, and ran over to him, wrapping your arm around him and steading him. He, unknowingly, leaned his weight against you and his head pressed against your shoulder. You got a better look at his wounds; the cut on his forehead was long but not deep, and the gun shot wound in his shoulder was bleeding quite a bit. There was no exit wound, so the bullet was still lodged somewhere in his flesh. You reached down and moved his shirt from his side to see another gunshot wound, deep and heavily bleeding. He tried to push you away.

               “What are you doing here,” he hissed at you through clenched teeth. “Get out of here! They’ll kill you.”

               “I handled that one,” you said, nodding your head in the direction of the suited man, “didn’t I?”

               “Barely. I could have handled him.” Was he seriously dismissing your effort? “A few lucky swings aren’t gonna save you from a gunshot. You need to get out of here. Just leave me here. They’re coming.”

               You eased his limp arm over your shoulder, wrapped your arm around his back to his uninjured side, and pulled him to his shaky feet. “I’m not leaving you here. You’ll either bleed out or whoever is looking for you will finish you off. Come on, I’m gonna get you out.”

               “You shouldn’t be in here. What were you thinking?”

               “Are you really berating me right now? I am trying to save you, you know. From where I’m standing, my lack of skills would have fared better than you. Why are you here, anyways?

               Despite his weakened state, the man struggled in your grasp, trying to push you away. “Are you crazy?”

               “No,” you said as you lead the way towards the door, “I’m a nurse at Central Mercy. And I don’t like bullies. Just focus on staying awake, alright? I promise I’ll get us out of here alive. And when we do, I want the full explanation of who I just knocked out and what I got myself into saving you. Deal?”

               “Whatever-“

               “Look down there,” you heard someone yell from behind you, “I heard something! He couldn’t have gotten far.”

               You felt the man flinch in your grip at the sound of the harsh voice. The sounds of heavy steps sounded like a rolling thunder in the wide space. There was no way you were going to make it out the door before someone noticed you, especially with the way the blond man was stumbling with each step. He was losing too much blood, and whatever headwound he had sustained had him straining to keep conscious. You looked around for something to hide behind. There were some boxes and crates but that wouldn’t be good enough. With the steps and voices getting closer, you made your way to one of the food service counters, and crouched down behind it. The thunder of footsteps seemed to patter off into different directions, but one could still be heard walking into the space. There was the sound of something scraping behind them. You braved to glance around the edge of the counter to see. At the fountain, right where you had hidden yourself a few moments ago, was a tall, well dressed man in a light blue suit. While he seemed the type to take care of his appearance, he looked crazed and disheveled. In one gloved hand, he held a gun while the other was a silver, ornate cane. His eyes were locked on the fallen man; This had to be the big boss based on his attire, you assumed. He made a noise of disappointment before turning his attention to a small pool of blood from where the blond had fallen. He dipped the edge of the cane in the crimson liquid, and brought it up to his eyes. At first, you worried he was going to taste it, like some modern vampire. But he smiled and started to walk forward, dragging the cane behind him, leaving a red trail. The way he stalked through the space you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. Your heart was beating so fast; this was beyond terrifying, but you needed to focus. You felt a shaky hand reach over and grab hold of yours. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. The young man, despite chiding you earlier, was trying to keep you from falling too far into your fear.  

               “I know you’re here, Agust,” the chilling voice called out into the space. “Come out, come out, wherever you are. Still have some fight in you? You did a number on my man. I should return the favor.”

               The voice made a loud yell and a sudden crash exploded in the space. You brought your hand to your mouth to keep your gasp of surprise from alerting the walking embodiment of death. The man had brought his cane down upon the boxes you thought to hide behind, and smashed them. He kicked the shatter pieces out of his path and moved on, dragging the cane again. The steps were closer, and you figured he had come to one of the other food counters. You prayed he wouldn’t find you because you weren’t sure what would happen if he did. Suddenly, the blond let go of your hand and reached behind him. He pulled out a black, studded gun. You couldn’t begin to wonder what you had actually gotten yourself into. His hand was shaky too much and he pressed it into your hand before placing his over yours; was he intending to have you shoot him? Could you? Or was he using you as a steady when you were shaking just as bad as him? You stared at him with wide eyes, but he shushed you and moved your hands where he needed them.

               “Hiding like a scared child? I thought you were better than that. But we have the same problem as before; you still have a heart. You should have let your boy die, Agust. Then, you could have gotten away to face another day. But now, you’re bleeding out. You’re gonna die. Unless I find you.” The cane hit against one of the counters and scraped across it. The sound made you shiver. The blond held you hand tighter, his finger against yours near the trigger. His eyes were feverish, and he was getting paler than before. The voice continued to move closer. “I’m gonna take my time with you. I’ll make sure you don’t die yet. It’s a matter of time before we find your boy. I want you to watch while I unmask him and break him. And I’ll remind you how it’s all your fault as I make him scream. Only after I break him so no one can ever fix him, then I’ll take my time with you. I’ll make sure to take pictures to send to your friends. I’ll make sure they know who they’re dealing with.”

               The voice was so close now, you were sure he was only a few steps away. The footsteps stopped and you could hear the man taking a deep breath. Then, he was quiet. You were holding your breath, your lungs burning. The menacing man, then, took an audible sniff of the air. He did it again and again, as if he was a bloodhound. What was he smelling? Or was this just another tactic to try and scare them out of hiding. Another few steps and you were sure he was in front of your counter. The blond’s hand started to move, ready to use your hand to help him get a steady shot. The man beyond the counter started to lean over when-

               “Sir!”

               The man stopped and turned his attention away from the counter. “Chen, what did you find? Did you track them down?”

               The man, Chen, came up to him.  “No sir, the two escaped in a vehicle. They lost our men running through different levels and shops. They set up a bunch of snares and traps. I had men ready to chase them but Vante did a number on the cars. They’re long gone.”

               “What about the boy?”

               “We couldn’t catch him.” You felt the blond let out a sigh of relief. “He jumped through a window on the second floor.” That explained the broken glass sound you heard. “By time the men got out there, he had dashed into the alleyways and we lost his trail.” A cell phone rang, and for a moment, you feared it was yours, but Chen answered it. “Sir, we need to go. Police are on the way here. The men can hear the sirens. Someone tipped them off.”

               “Damn it,” the man snapped. He slammed the cane against the counter. “Did anyone find Agust?”

               “No, sir. He must have gotten out. The front door and gate are opened. He must have escaped. Maybe the two in the car swung back around and got him.”

               “No, he’s still here somewhere. I can feel it. He’s too hurt to have gotten away from me. There’s too much blood splattered. He has to be close by.” The man took another deep breath. “Do you smell that?”

               “Sir, I can’t smell anything. But we really need to leave. The police are close. Please, if he’s that hurt, he won’t make it until the police get here. You’ve won the battle, sir.”

               “Unless there’s a body, there is no victory.” You heard as he started to move away from the counter. “Grab that idiot over there. Tell the men to get us out of here.”

               You waited until the steps disappeared and the space was all quiet. In the background, you could hear the sounds of police and ambulance sirens coming closer and closer, and the fear you had started to ebb away. You glanced around the counter to make sure they were truly gone before dropping your hand and taking a deep breath. It was going to be ok. The young man’s hand slipped from yours and dropped to his side. Suddenly, your panic started to return. You dropped the gun and moved in front of him, tapping his cheek to keep him awake and checking his pulse. His eyes were glossy and unfocused, his skin so pale and cold. The blood soaked his clothes and wasn’t slowing. You shrugged off your backpack and stripped your jacket off, ignoring the chill of the space, and pressed the material against the wound to stop the bleeding. The man jerked and hissed but his body was too weak to fight it. The sirens got closer still, but it felt like an eternity for you to hear the rush of police calling out. You yelled out for a medic, alerting the police where you were and who you were. Then, you leaned close to the blond stranger.

               “Hey, you got to stay with me, alright? I’m gonna get you out of here, remember? We’re gonna get you to the hospital and patch you up. But I need you to stay awake. Remember, you promised to tell me what I got myself into.” His eyes couldn’t seem to focus on yours and kept slipping closed. You patted his check again, leaving bloody prints. You reached for his hand instead. You squeezed it as he had done not so long ago, trying to bring his focus on you. “Come on, stay with me. Can you squeeze my hand? Talk to me? Tell me your name. Tell me how dumb I am for running into an active shooting scene. Tell me I’m a hot mess. Anything, just stay with me.”

               His hooded eyes caught yours and he tilted his head to the side. He slipped his hand from yours and laid it against your cheek. “Angel,” he whispered, before his hand dropped and his body went limp.

[violett-writes]

The Secret

Reader X Dreamwastaken

Summary: You and Dream decide to finally tell his fans you guys are dating.

Word Count: 828

You smile gently as you watch the stream, your boyfriend’s shouts blasting through your earplugs. You wince slightly and turn down the volume. Today is the day that you and your boyfriend, Dreamwastaken, are going to announce your relationship. Rather than wait for some fan to ask the question, you eagerly donated $50 to him 15 minutes earlier with the note “So, tell us the truth, are you single?” You had owed him money anyways so you weren’t worried about the amount. You bite your thumb nail, waiting for your donation to come through. Finally, a ding popped up with your username. The monotone voice read your question outloud and the chat went crazy.

Dream laughs, “Thank you Nightmare for the dono.” His voice suddenly goes serious, “Actually, I’ve been meaning to tell you guys. I am not single. My girlfriend, Nightmare, is on the stream with us. Nightmare, do you want to unmute yourself and say something?” He asks and you bite your lip, grinning hard.

You unmute yourself and clear your throat, taking a deep breath to build the anticipate...then you finally speak. “Hi y’all! My name is Nightmare.” You wait, watching the chat speed past you. “So, I’m not really sure what to say…” Suddenly an idea pops into your head. “Actually, Dream you sit back and relax. I’m going to take over your stream and answer chat questions. Let me just turn off auto scroll really quick here…”

Dream wheezes slightly, “Alright, whatever you say.”

You smile, looking at your phone propped up in front of you with his face on it. You and him always like to Facetime whenever he streams so that you can watch his reactions. “Okay, let’s see here. How old are you?” You read of the first question you stumble across, “I’m (age). What do you look like? Well, I have (color) hair, (color) eyes. I’m (height).”

“Hot.” Dream adds in, making you laugh. Your wheeze sounding similar to his.

“What do you play? Well, I’m also a Minecraft streamer, but I build instead of speedrun. So two very different set of skills between Dream and I.

Do I think I could beat Dream at Minecraft? Absolutely not.

What do I all play? I play a lot of Minecraft, Sims because I can build in it, Prison Architect, because I can build in it.” You giggle slightly at the theme. “And Skyrim, which I guess is the only odd ball because you can’t build in it.”

“How did Dream and I meet? Well, we actually met through SapNap. So, I was featured on SapNap’s channel a few times, I don’t know if y’all remember, but once during a video Dream called in the middle of it and we all chatted for like 45 minutes. Afterwards, Dream DM’d me on Twitter and it kinda blue up from there.”

You pause to read the chat, seeing an influx of ‘simp’ comments. “They’re calling you a simp, bud.” You tell him, laughing.

“I’m not a simp guys!” He shouts, focusing on beating the ender dragon.

“No, he’s not. I’m the simp. Anyways, how long have you two been dating? A year and a half.

How much time do you spend together? A lot. I just got back from Florida today where I spent 3 weeks with him and Dream is coming up by me next Friday where he’ll stay for 2 weeks.

What do you do when you guys are apart? I miss him a lot.

What do you do when you guys are together? Dream has a soundproof room and I live alone.” You giggle at the dirty context of the answer.

Dream wheezes, “Okay, Night, you’re banned from answering questions on my steam!”

“Okay, okay, let me just answer one more question and then I’ll be done. What do you like most about Dream? His money, next.” You joke and you hear Dream’s loud laugh. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Is it a cop out to say everything?”

“Yes!” Dream protests.

You sign and think for a moment, “Okay, then I really like his humor and his laugh. I know that’s two things, don’t come for my throat. But I just really like it when someone doesn’t take life too seriously and is able to laugh at themselves. Plus Dream’s laugh is just so funny, I’ve never laughed harder than when I’m with him.”

Dream finally kills the ender dragon and starts yelling. You smile at him, watching him through your phone as he excitedly dances. “Alright everyone, that’s all the questions she’ll be answering today. You’ll probably see more of her on the stream now that the secret is out. I hope you guys understand why we waited so long to tell y’all. Have a good rest of your night! Love you all!” Dream ends his stream and sighs, looking at you through the phone.

“I told you that was going to go well.” You poke at him, smiling widely.

[mjjicons]

apparently i’m an attorney right now

hey guys

this bitch right here

@deborahdeshoftim5779​ i can’t even write her username without copying and pasting it but there we go

she’s trying you guyssss she’s really trying to come for michael

maybe inside her basement......no bathing for days... we know quarantine right.. people get crazy

so here i am responding to the “EVIDENCE THAT MICHAEL JACKSON MOLESTED CHILDREN” because.... i don’t know why tho

but this bitch challenged me and virgos love a challenge

we do love a challenge.. so

RESPONDING TO DEBORAH BLAH BLAH BLAH ABOUT HER BULLSHIT AND MICHAEL JACKSON OBSESSION

Michael Jackson slept in bed with other people’s children. Everyone, including @mjjicons, knows this is inappropriate and unacceptable. The majority of sexual abuse accusations against Michael Jackson have stemmed from the fact that he slept in bed with other people’s children. This is one of the clear reasons why parents do not allow their children to sleep in bed with adult strangers, and @mjjicons knows this very well.

this one is actually so shitty that i can’t even lol i highlighted the most important part on this.. this is actually not true

with a simple google search we can type in like “michael jackson accusations timeline” (i don’t have to do that because i actually know every single one of them but for proof purposes) 

safechuck said he met michael in 1986 in a pepsi commercial set and of course, he said that michael asked him to sleep with him as seen in here:

alright! let’s do some research then

1986... what a year you guys! what a year!

here we have a great year review on the detail. (a youtube channel that i love so so so so so so so so much). and as we all know, 1986 was really important for michael jackson’s career overall, because that was the year when he wrote his (amazing) record called BAD!! kinda reclused. and of course he had the time to be the humanitarian he was:

also i can refute your “evidence number two” that michael only cared about pre-pubescent boys.. here’s our girl donna having a blast with my baby and bubbles.

also, safechuck said that he gave him the thriller jacket in the meeting.......but that’s actually a lie 

because that jacket is with..... lady gaga! because it never was in safechuck’s hands. it was sold for her in a auction.

let’s go forward, shall we?

back to 86. allegations say that michael asked safechuck to sleep with him in the same bed in a trip to hawaii! of course if michael jackson was in hawaii in 1986 we would have some candids.

let’s do our research once again. he was never in hawaii in 86.... 87... no... here we go, 88, with safechuck and his family:

this was in february 1, 1988, at the kahala hilton hotel - hawaii. found it. also, this was the day of “moonwalk - the autobiography” release!

here he is with everyone! and our buddy alan light actually met him at the time:

as alan said, his team was with him too, of course. digging more information we can see it was a business trip and he brought his “friends” with him (fake bitchessss) as always. the first accusations, however, were made to the LAPD in 1993. james was with his whole family in there, fans around, team around, everyone. the only evidence is safechuck’s word, that as we saw before we can’t trust that much. i will explain why in a bit. michael had no time to bullshit in 1988, because this was the year of his american leg of the bad tour, and of course, shooting every single video from the bad era. iconic! he was in japan also in january-february as seen on his year review.

unfortunately i don’t have his hotel files from this time to see how many rooms he booked, but as a fan i can say that when michael did stay in hotels, it was common for him to book the whole hallway. (please read j. randy taraborrelli’s book if interested). same bed huh.......i don’t think so too

michael was diagnosed with vitiligo at the time, and his self-esteem wasn’t 100% (for his whole life actually) so i doubt he would let anyone in his room. also, his addiction to medication was also at the beggining. he was working so much as you can see. wait a minute. i have to eat my breakfast.

back at it.

about sleeping with children in the same bed in other occasions:

with the allegations made firstly in 1993, michael had to explain himself about every situation envolving himself and kids around him. he wasn’t a men of interviews, but on the topic, michael always said he never was alone with little boys in a bedroom. there always was someone when he did watch movies with his friends, including liz taylor, in any room (neverland had a whole movie theater there) and if falling asleep was the case, he mostly laid down on the floor. and he didn’t sleep a lot either. he couldn’t.

about sharing a bed tho, it happened! i’m not saying this never happened, brett barnes said it happened, in opposite sides, no touching. it happened, yes, and this is something not common between you and someone that isn’t your own kid. but it doesn’t mean that michael took off his clothes and had sex with a minor. not only a minor, but small boys. when someone is accused of pedophilia this is obviously a red flag, but those red flags were investigated by the FBI and local police (LAPD). if michael did it with a little boy, his DNA, sperm, skin would be all over them. the abuse would be clear. a kid doesn’t have body structure to handle abuse and heal fast enough. those are little kids. the brain development and body development aren’t enough to hide such a thing. if michael did it, he would be arrested FOR LIFE. oh yes he would. because no one besides his fans were there for him when shit got bad. people wanted his head in a plate with a tomato in his mouth.

on a side note i don’t know why people think michael was someone that always had time to keep little boys around him and sleeping around with them...........he worked his ass off EVERY SINGLE YEAR OF HIS ACTIVE CAREER LIFE. years and years on tour, no privacy, no free time, no real friends, no real family, no one.........

2. The vast majority of “special friends” were pre-pubescent boys, who Jackson dumped once they hit puberty. Joy Robson testified to this in 2005, saying that she told June Chandler this would happen to her son as well. Joy Robson admitted in court that the dumping had a serious mental effect on the boys, as they were no longer the favourite.

this is the biggest lie ever. i can’t even. about “the vast majority of michael’s friends being pre-pubescent boys” i won’t even post pictures of him and little girls because this is actually.........sick.............you are just a google search away... don’t be a lazy bitch.

this dumping thing is so sad to read because it portraits kids as literal objects. and this is actually a lie too. michael mantained contact with people for years, like macaulay, the cascio family (including all the kids), omer, his nephews, tata vega..... so many people, so many children. the female-chandler had jordan and his sister as kids, and in the years that michael related with them he was at family barbecues with the chandlers (and the press even called them his new family) because he was always around EVERYONE. 

the 2005 trial was the only one actually dumped in all of this because there was no evidence against michael. and 2005 is actually a really important year for all of us, because it was the year of the innocent veredict. and wade robson was a witness in this trial. ON MICHAEL’S FAVOUR. if joy robson warned june about this in this trial WHY WOULD HER KID TESTIFY IN A ALLEGED PEDOPHILE’S SIDE?????????? 

this makes no sense. and also, the clownery was way too much. in the book “untouchable” by randall sullivan (i do not know if this is the english title because i am brazilian and here this is the title for the book, i just translated it. but you can find it everywhere) the author describes how the prosecution tried too hard to accuse michael. they were always catching “witnesses” - even a man that said michael molested him in the 80′s, but when asked about the dates, time, what happened, the court found michael wasn’t even in the place the man said he was at the time. but they demanded michael to testify on court anyway - to talk about a child he never met in a day he was at a event - with pictures and shit. a solid alibi. it was ignored. the witch hunt was big and they were ready to put michael in handcuffs WHENEVER THEY COULD. they just needed something. and this something never came.

if you are good enough to get all “your evidence” together, don’t be lazy to check facts. as i said before, it’s a google search away. 

about joy robson, this bitch is bipolar or.. idk. because she was thriving in 2013 liking posts about michael and how good he was.

2013 was also the year wade filled his allegations against michael. because wade realized that michael actually did the wrong to him in 2012. before that, as a grown ass man, in the ‘05 trial, he didn’t. but in 2012 oh boy we are here just realizing things.

in 2009, michael’s passing, the estate released the michael jackson opus, a big book of memories and good stuff. wade was there too and made a beautiful statement, as follows:

“Michael Jackson changed the world and, more personally, my life forever. He is the reason I dance, the reason I make music, and one of the main reasons I believe in the pure goodness of human kind.”

and after that, wade wanted to be on charge of all the tributes related to michael in tv shows and awards. that’s pretty big right......to work in the name of your “abuser”.......

now you answer me: how did joy robson warned june chandler about anything if she, herself, said that wade didn’t show a single sign that he was abused by michael? she even said michael coached him to be “a master of deception” and that “wade should have won an oscar for lying that good for her” on court (2013) and that she was lied to so good that she never believed anything.... but warned chandler’s mom about “dumping”? what dumping?

if wade was dumped and really sad about it.....why would he want to lead shit about michael after he died? if your molester died....you should cheer up....

just a side note: joy said in leaving neverland that when michael died she was so relieved and danced around BUT HOW IF HER SON JUST WROTE A WHOLE LOVE LETTER TO MICHAEL JACKSON IN HIS MEMORIAL

is it crack? is it? what you smoke? following up..

3. Michael Jackson’s “special friends” include: Emmanuel Lewis (Brooke Shields said in 1984 that it looked like the pop star was dating the boy, rather than her), Jonathan Spence (Jackson owned a naked photograph of him), James Safechuck, Brett Barnes (Jackson is on video pretending this boy is his cousin), Macaulay Culkin, Wade Robson, Jordan Chandler, Jason Francia, Arnold Schleiter, Sean Lennon (Mark Ronson said that Jackson watched pornography with both of them in a hotel room), Omer Bhatti (whom Jackson met in a Tunisian hotel, and pretended the boy was his son), David Martinez, Gavin Arvizo, Michael Jacobshagen, and his nephews (whom the police suspected him of molesting, and with whom he took an inappropriate photo shoot for Star Magazine).

“brooke shields said in 1984 that blahblagabal” when where WHERE bitch where

i think people don’t actually answer your allegations because it is so DUMB that no one wants to waste their time with you. like......why am i doing this

i am just on #3 and i’m so tired because THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT IT are you wade robson in a fake account? just take off your mask

just

why

if you have this brooke shields line please show me???? i would like to see it

michael didn’t meet omer in a tunisian hotel, he actually met him because he was in a contest for michael jackson impersonators.......and he loves him, and pia, his mom, is so grateful for everything michael done for their family WHY AM I RESPONDING TO THIS i am so frustrated 

4. Joy Robson also testified in 2005 that Jackson had called her up in the middle of the night in December 1993, asking that Wade Robson be brought to his bedroom. She admitted that she went back home, after leaving her son with Jackson. For context, Jackson was under investigation for child sexual abuse of Jordan Chandler at the time

she actually didn’t because she wasn’t a witness on court at the time. wade was. she wasn’t. as i showed before. next.

actually i’m tired because all of this is so dumb and i am wasting my time........ let’s just jump to the final shit.

We have good reason to believe that Jackson molested other boys not named above. For example, who was the boy whose semi-nude photograph was found inside Jackson’s bedroom in August 1993? 

they never found anything in ‘93 because if they did michael would be arrested...............

Who filed a Restraining Order against Jackson back in the 80′s, and who reported this to the FBI? 

no one filed a restraining order against michael back in 80′s. there is no such evidence. the fbi files are public and you can access them and read everything.

Who were the two Mexican boys that Jackson was accused of molesting back in 1985-1986?

michael didn’t have contact with any mexican people between ‘85 and ‘86 as i said before, in his year review, and in ‘85 he was never seen with any mexican boys because he was working in USA for africa, we are the world and captain EO. nothing michael did was away from the public eye. 

Who were the other boys that slept in Jackson’s bedroom, according to a security guard? Who were the boys/men whose DNA was found in semen stains on Jackson’s mattress in November 2003? Who was the “Rhonda” who sent Jackson a picture book of naked boys, because she said Jackson might like them? What did Norma Staikos know about Jackson’s predilection for pre-pubescent boys? Who was the boy that Darlene Craviotto saw Jackson alone with in 1991 (reported in her book)?

norma staikos was his personal assistant at the time and wade said she knew about “what was going on” and was someone that arranged all the “sexual meetings” as said on court right here, but this meeting mentioned by wade on court was actually arranged BY HIS OWN MOTHER! 

and the book by darlene craviotto never mentioned anything sexual between michael and boys, actually it’s a kind book about how michael helped her with her agoraphobia................

WOW THAT WAS LONG AND I FEEL SO DUMB RIGHT NOW

the rest of your evidence isn’t worth the read or the research because i’m not the one who should be doing this, debora, it should be you. just google it. or show something more credible, maybe actual proof? pictures? videos? audiotapes? where are they?

why am i here tho?

fuck you bitch

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

A collection of fics I’ve read (/reread) and thoroughly enjoyed in the past week-ish from all kinds of fandoms and genres.

BNHA

​✩ Ten Years, One Torch by surveycorpsjean

It's been four years since Izuku took an overseas villain case.

Now twenty-six, Izuku is one hundred percent, without a doubt, completely and utterly over his crush on Shouto. No problems, smooth sailing, Izuku is a new man ready to start the next chapter of his life.

Haha...right?

✩ release the dogs of war by IceEckos12

Izuku is a dimension hopper who accidentally breaks his arm after a rough jump, leaving him helpless in this strange new world.

And then he finds out about the superpowers. Well if he wants to get specific, quirks.

If there's one place where a super-powered quasi-immortal technology stealing jerk would be hanging out...

I joined a Big Bang and all I got was this Boyfriend by eegghhh

When Izuku enters the server for the Big Bang he'd signed up to participate in, he notices a weirdly familiar username.

(((This is an amalgamation of the hcs the TodoDeku Big Bang server came up with if Todo and Deku were participants of a TodoDeku Big Bang, it was hilarious so I wrote most of them into this fic)))

ATLA

Sleep Your Troubles Away by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion (Note: This fic is based loosely off a few of my headcanons! If you love soft gaang content and bonus dad Zuko, go read it!)

Five Times Zuko Was Caught Sleeping On Appa (And One Time He Did The Catching).

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“Not to be rude, but you probably shouldn’t be here. It’s not sensible to walk into your enemy’s camp.” Zuko stares directly into Appa’s eyes, and then throws his hands out, suddenly panicked. “Not that I’m your enemy anymore! I was telling the truth, you know. I need the Avatar to see that I’ve changed…”

Appa doesn't respond. But he does lick the side of Zuko’s face with his huge, flat wet tongue again, almost lifting him off the ground.

The Duke's a Hazard by naggeluide

Everything changed when the feral child attacked. Sokka and Zuko are stuck co-parenting the Duke, and the last half of Book 3 suddenly becomes a lot more chaotic.

A Breath Of Fresh Air by Haicrescendo (Note: I haven’t read the prequel fic - though I intend to eventually - but this fic does a great job of showing that Something Terrible has happened and Zuko is Not Okay, though he’s in a place where he can recover safely)

Everyone has their breaking point. This is what happens after you’ve broken. In which healing is a process and also it kind of sucks.

A companion piece to “Choke On Your Own Ashes”, fondly known as “that fic with boatlord!Iroh.”

Call “Uncle” by JaggedCliffs

Zuko and most of the Gaang are oblivious, Toph is having a blast, and Iroh is just enjoying the whole situation. Or, how the Fire Nation officials gave up on calling Iroh anything other than "Uncle".

Good Omens

An Arrangement of Convenience by Blue_Sparkle

Aziraphale works to purchase a bookshop space, but currently being a woman-shaped creature has its drawbacks when faced with rude property owners. The most obvious solution is to get Crowley to act as his husband and deal with all that nonsense, of course.

DC/Brooklyn Nine Nine

I Am the Night by Chash (+ podfic)

A new vigilante rises in New York City. The official position of the NYPD is that he's a criminal.

Jake Peralta thinks he needs a sweater.

Anne with an E

you belong somewhere close to me by georgiestauffenberg

“I know, son. I know. But if you feel what your soulmate feels, it is likely that she feels what you feel.” He raised his eyebrows. “Do you understand? If you are happy, she will be happy, too. Do you think you can be happy for her?”

He nodded. “Yes.” He would think happy thoughts every possible moment if he must.

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AU. Gilbert is one of those rare, lucky souls who has a soulmate.

[peckin-pat-marlow]

(PSN Username: star_Fi-Fi_star)

(If you want to seek her out, here’s my username to find her.)

GENERAL:

Name: Patricia Marlow

Nicknames: Peckin’ Pat Marlow, Patsy, Miss Marlow, Patty Cake.

Affiliation (gang): Marlow Marauders (Leader; disbanded).

Age & birthday: Mid 30s, 28th November

Ethnicity: Caucasian-American

Sexuality: Straight

Mount: Pompeii (Male Criollo, Marble Sabino)

PERSONAL:

Height: 5’9

Eye Color: Blue-grey.

Hair: Bright blonde, undercut layers where her scar is from the blast.

Favoured Guns: Navy revolver, Varmint Rifle, Bolt Action Rifle

Markings: Patricia has a scar on the left side of her face from an injury sustained in the explosion that she caused as a distraction for all of her members to escape.

Hat: Tillman Hat, Rexroad Hat (on occasions.)

Personality:

Prior to her outlaw life Patricia was a generous, kind and upstanding citizen. She had thought her town had a lot of potential to hone and saw the children and adults capable to grow beyond its simplicities with knowledge. She had no tolerance for children who misbehaved in her classes, but her words to them after class made them more behaved than the cane. Nevertheless, children have always seemed to like her very much.

Since Miles‘s death however, her careful nature was buried away into a bitter brash arsonist, who carelessness towards close minded settlements and disregarded the lives of civilians, not bothering with who casually greeted her and ruthless enough not hesitating to put a bullet in them if they even touch a hair on her. She always left her mark in what she did, becoming more of an urban legend until her gang made her rise from the ashes as a real person.

With all her infamy heightened by journalists, she would’ve been more of an unstable wreck of a drunk madwoman, unable to survive without experience if not for the girls she saved out of their predicament that formed her gang The Marlow Marauders. She may have inspired them, but their skills had helped her become a more capable and notorious person, which numbed the pain.

In doing so she has maintained her humanity and loyalty to those in her gang and a selective few, and became a lot more assertive in completing endeavours for herself and the gang. She would occasionally remind them of the risks going with her to cause havoc or taking down someone on a mission would be do or die, making them responsible for their own deaths when they choose to follow her. To her, being a leader just happened and while they all had their own reasons or grudges to keep the gang together, she couldn’t let them die for her own revenge as it would be more than just Miles Gill has killed but by proxy, so she did her best to take on Gill’s corrupting group personally, unless it somehow ties in to her gang members gripes.

Her only will to live was to drag Gill Strider to her grave, which was why she let her girls get away and stayed on the boat. She never expected to live after the explosion, so she felt barren during her recovery under Silas Vaughan. She hated being indebted to someone such as him in a situation like this, yet she did owe him her life, seeing that he treated her better than others would in the state she was in. But she was now left without means to continue her own path, so she decided to just see where life would take her.

The reputation

To children she does let her guard down for the innocent ones. But street kids she intends to school them the hard way.

Fears: While others claim her to be fearless, she fears to become trapped with someone who abuses their power if they get the upper hand.

She hates seeing children’s dead bodies, not one to go that far.

BACKGROUND:

To her understanding she was born in a city to her parents who met in Harvard University, but remembers growing up in a small town by a lake due to their parents moving due to family issues and to share education as a right, not a privilege. They converted the old small chapel into a school with aid from labourers and farmers. Sadly, Patricia had to grow up quick for the sake of the town when her parents died from Diphtheria, leaving her with nothing but books, including spiced apricot recipe that was always a winner at the town’s county fair.She brought education as well as her spiced apricots to the town. Children loved her and adults admired her. Men had their eyes on her, particularly Gill Strider (who’s dad owned the town and is an entitled prick that stank of fish.)

The only man she ever focused on that she deemed as the kindest, smartest and hardworking soul in town was Miles Wiley, an African-American vegetable seller. He was her first friend when she came into town, fixed up her school, probably the only reason she stuck around for so long. However being from a southern town, romantic relationships between two skins were intolerable. Luckily he time they had spent was during their work so no witnesses could spread rumours.

Gill always did try to stir up trouble. Anything he did was to try and get close to Patricia, but she’d always refuse. But Miles would always fix things like the school or whatever Gill breaks that she likes for her. He wouldn’t even ask for money or favours, just the spiced apricots she loves to make.

Unfortunately the moment someone witnessed Miles kissing her to fix her leaky eyes the whole town put together a lynch mob to hang him. Patricia tried to get help from the Sheriff to do his duty, but he was drunk and sexually assaulted her.

She got herself free, only to see her school burnt down and Miles’s donkey Sally-Ann dead. The two tried to escape on boat during the carnage but Gill unloaded his gun on it. It resulted in it becoming wrecked and Miles killed, leaving Patricia distraught.

The next day, Patricia went back to the Sheriffs’s office wearing black lipstick. She shot him and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a black lipstick print. Thus becoming the outlaw Peckin’ Pat Marlow.

For thirteen years she was the bane of any towns or settlements she deemed on the same level as the one she grew up in. She lead her own group called the Marlow Marauders, people who were treated unfairly by the justice system and towns, intent on destroying their foundations rather than the folk themselves. She also hunted down every aspect of Gill’s corrupted circle.

Her last raid resulted in her group to voluntarily disband after their final score being settled and escape to the other states. She had to blow up the escape route with her lighting the fuse, the result ended up in her prepelled into the fiery waters.

She was found drifting further east by a photographer called Silas Vaughan, who saw her floating in the lake through the camera. She was bedridden in his accommodation for months while healing from her burns. When on the road to recovery she

FACTS

Patricia kept her life documented in detail in diaries as a way to vent her frustrations. They were among the few things that survived from her past to her sacrifice.

She often names her horses after ancient cities, mostly those destroyed by nature or humans. Her current horse is Pompeii.

Her body’s skin is distorted from the fire that she covers up with clothes and powder. Her scar over her left eye was difficult to cover so left it be.

The left side of her hair was flamed off from the blast but she had begun to like the hairstyle over her recovery .

With or without gloves she paints her nails with her own nail polish that has rattlesnake venom.

Though she was the leader of her gang, her gang members taught her a lot of skills to survive. To name a few: Nina Burgess and Ehuang Li taught her close combat, Sunny Prey taught her to hunt, and Estella Cervantes helped her with the woman’s charm.

Moonshine is her poison of choice. She carries a flask of her favourite flavour (Spiced Island) and prefers to hang out in a shack than a saloon.

[duskholland]

I had an okay weekend, I’ve managed to catch a frustrating cold that’s leaving me with almost no voice. Happiful Magazine is a UK based magazine that talks about health and such. It’s a magazine where you can receive advice on how to help yourself, how to take care of yourself. I’m thinking of possibly writing for it, but I don’t know if I’d be good enough for it. Freelance writing is something that I have been looking into doing since this class as an after college thing. ~♉️

Real Love~ “He presses his warm lips to your forehead, and the feeling in your heart is like coming home.” This was a beautiful piece that shows love between two friends in the sweetest way even as their stuck in a fake relationship coming to an end. It’s adorable to see the budding relationship bloom into something more real than either of them had expected. I love that this bloomed when their contracted fake relationship started coming to an end.~♉️

Come Cuddle~ “You know exactly what he means: you’ve always believed home is a feeling, not a place, but it wasn’t until you actually met Tom that you could truly experience what it’s like to place your sense of self into another person.” Killed my heart with the adorableness of this piece! I’ve fallen in love with this one and now it takes control as my favorite oneshot for Tom already. I’m sure something will top it, but I just absolutely adore this piece! ❤️~♉️

Quiet Nights~ “It’s normal, Tom. You don’t have to be happy all the time. You don’t have to be strong all the time. You’re a person, and sometimes people feel low, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” God I wish someone could remind me of this. I absolutely love this fic and I can completely relate to Tom, especially recently. Y/N is the perfect pick-me-up person, shining a light in the darkness swallowing us whole... sorry a bit morbid there, but new favorite!! ❤️~♉️

Underneath the Mask~ Prince Tom, ooh I’m in for it!! Gosh the forbidden love between best friends that aren’t supposed to be best friends ❤️! “He’s in love with you, possibly the only person he’s not allowed to date. The only person that knows of his secret romance is Harrison, and even he, for all his good-naturedness, had been horrified at first when he’d heard Tom was courting a Y/L/N. I’m so in love with this, and maybe it’ll be my favorite when I’m in a good headspace. I love it! ❤️~♉️

Lust~ I’m in for it... Should I be reading this during class? Probably not. Am I going to though? Absolutely. “Tom meets your eyes, and in his deep, swirling depths, you find understanding.” Oh you’re trying to get me in trouble with this piece 🥵. You and your details, setting it up perfectly, driving the piece deeply, simply, yet detailed excursions are your forte. I have nothing left to say other than that I should not have read this during class. (Written yesterday at 1:30 p.m.) ❤️~♉️

The Box~ This is my new favorite, just so you know, and I don’t think anything will top it. “Your heart races as you nod, realising that though it might not happen now, at some point - some point very soon - Tom’s going to fall to his knees in front of you and sweep you off your feet. A large grin paints over your lips.” New freakin’ favorite right here!!!! ❤️❤️~♉️

The Rooftop Party~ Awe!! “You aren’t together, and you know the arms around your waist are his idea of being close to a friend.” 💔 that broke my little heart... “You grin happily, body floating in a suspended state of bliss.” Yup, you fixed it ❤️, and I’m kind of in love with this one.. It’s so close, meters away from taking over the favorite spot in OneShots right now. It’s soooo sooo close! But, it’s still such an adorable fluffy piece, and I absolutely adore it! ❤️~♉️

A Rose~ okay, hold it... gone wrong.? I don’t want the angst!! “He wants to say no. He really wants to say no.” God I really wasn’t prepared 😩😭. I’m crying right now, wha.. wha.. what did you just do to my heart right now?! What?! Why?! I can’t.. oh my god, you broke me. 😭😭😭💔💔💔💔 You can’t kill me like that!!!!!!!! 💔~♉️

Accidental Proposal~ “You love him. You love him in a way you’ve never loved anyone before. It’s all-consuming, all-encompassing, and absolutely fulfilling. And you know you never want that love to fizzle out, or fade away, or be taken away.” That just made me go awe really, really loudly. This is such an adorable piece. This is like.. just.. oh my gosh it’s so pure. I love, love, love it! ❤️❤️❤️~♉️

Lingerie~ okay, I’ve read this one and it is just too damn good 🥵. “It’s a game. A dangerous, heated game, and with every passing day, his eyes seem hungrier as they meet with yours, and he seems to inch closer to you.” The go from oh this 🥵 will happen again to another time with a date because they both truly want more than a fling. And I love it! 🥵❤️~♉️

One Million~ “Never one to accept defeat so easily, Tom reaches up and wraps his hand around your wrist, his touch keeping your phone in place as he brings his index finger up and begins to scroll through your feed, greedy eyes skimming over the numbers. You stay still, trying not to think about how nice it feels to have him gripping at your skin so tightly.” Damn.. 🥵🥵🥵 that was fucking good. Oof 🥵❤️~♉️

Head Over Heels~ okay, just from the summary I know I’m in for fluff! “After a while, the conversation fades out, and then it’s just him, and you, sat on top of his washing machines, holding hands.” And you’ve done killed me with fluff again. This is now my favorite, I’m sorry “The Box”, but you’ve been beaten by an even more fluffy piece. It’s so detailed, adorable, fluffy, and gooooood! The consuming need to want to be with y/n gets me because I want that! I’m in love with this piece! ❤️~♉️

Warm~ I’ve read this one too ❤️🥵 Jesus fuck I forgot how hot this piece was 🥵🥵🤦‍♀️. “For you, there’s nothing more fulfilling than hiding your face into your boyfriend’s shoulder and feeling him everywhere.” Jesus. I know the last oneshot that I have to read before the mobTom! pieces will be just as hot, but damn. 🥵❤️~♉️

Sucker Punch~ I purposely waited to read this for this moment. “You’re surprised by his reaction to you. You’d expected something else entirely. Clenched jaws and anger. The last time you’d been together, things between you had been the opposite of amicable.” gosh and you gave us a flashback. Jesus fuck that was hot.. like I can’t even.. 🥵🥵.. So... This is my favorite piece, like fucking FAVORITE piece! No topping that, it’s not possible for anything to top this piece ever. In love. ❤️❤️~♉️

Holy crap, I’ve now gotten through all of the OneShots for Tom aside from the Mob ones. I’m kind of like.. idk and I haven’t read the newest part of TFG because I don’t want to die, but like I’m about to read that because I want to wait for the mobTom ones.~♉️

I have a question because I feel like you know, but I’m not sure. Do you who know what my username is? Cause like I’ve given sooo many hints and now I’m just curious as to whether you already know or not 😂 😂 ~♉️

Okay, I’m going to be starting your MobTom pieces once I finish my homework and newspaper work. So, like, I’m excited and wondering if I’ll have a new favorite because like, I went through a couple of favourites in the OneShots. We’ll see what happens! Also, still haven’t read part nine because I’m just so on edge! I’m going to read it tonight though, but like Oof just dreading it, not sure how I’m going to handle how you kill me with this new chapter. ❤️~♉️

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OKAY SO WE HAVE A LOT TO UNPACK HERE. first off I just want to say I’m sorry it took me a while to answer these - I never really know when to start answering and when to wait, but I feel like this is a good time to pause? because you sent in so much and I don’t want you to feel like I don’t appreciate every single message - because I DO !! okay !! so !!

first - I hope you’re feeling better !!! colds are horrid. and I also hope that you do the freelance writing gig! anything to get your foot in the door is good, and writing is always so fun. go you !! let me know how it goes if you do it!

second - :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

scream. THANK YOU for taking the time to send these in. thank you thank you. all the isolated quotes are like a BLAST from the past, because I wrote a lot of those two years ago. I’ve reread them all apart from A Rose, and just...wow. crazy. I hope you could like...see my writing improve as you went through them 😂 thank you so much, again. like, truly. I can’t say it enough. but just knowing the time it must take you to do all of this for me....... I am eternally eternally grateful. thank you <33333 

third - I’m like, 95% sure I know who you are, but I don’t think I’d ever be 100% 😂 I also wouldn’t ever want to message you without your permission, because sometimes people find it easier talking over anon, and I’d never want to abuse that dynamic that we’ve built up..? does that make sense? idk !! sometimes people feel safer on anon, so even if I was 100% sure, I wouldn’t ever message you without getting the green light first <3

fourth - thank you AGAIN, so so so so much for this. I was so happy to read your thoughts and even happier that your favourite piece was the one I wrote most recently - means I’m doing something right :) good luck with the mob ones!! they’re very different to everything else that I’ve written, obviously, but I had fun with them. when I started the mob series, I’d intended for it to be more of a ....well, series.....but we’re not quite there yet 😂 you’ll see lol. good luck and thank you!!

[quixol]

9/2/2019 - 5/25/2020: QuixolMC Changelog #28

My, my, it’s been ages since our last changelog. Where has the time gone?

Truth is, this post should have been uploaded a looooooooooooong time ago. Sadly, many of the staff of Quixol have been on an extended hiatus- leaving us with nobody left to type up these changelog posts for us, let alone work on new things... Read more on this here.

With the long hiatus behind us, there’s still some loose ends from our update to minecraft 1.14.4 that need tying up... such as releasing this post so you all know everything that was actually changed. Yeah, it’s pretty bad that we let it simmer for that long, but hopefully you’ve all gotten the hang of things without it.

With this changelog, we’d like to issue a special reminder that every “change” listed here is not necessarily something that happened recently- they can often be weeks, if not months old. After categorizing the changes into some main groups, we order them by chronological order, and provide a date as well so you can be sure of when a change was made. Hopefully this helps you get an idea of what you’ve missed, or if a certain “change” you just now noticed has actually been around for a while.

It should also be mentioned that the vast majority of the changes in this changelog are things that were changed in the huge 1.14.4 update we did.

For example, we released the sprawling new Chroma Park, our new party + games area. We also added some new datapacks, as well as updated our existing ones- you can check out all of the up-to-date info on the custom crafting recipes as well as the mob loot tables here and here.

There are numerous other changes and additions, but that’s what the rest of this post is for! Take a look below if you’d like to know more about all of the changes that have taken place in the past ~8 months (ouch).

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Key:

+ Feature added - Feature removed % Feature changed/bug fix ^ Feature updated (usually plugin updates) # Comment (for… comments.)

Notable changes from 9/2/2019 - 5/25/2020:

- Gameplay -

+ [10/01/19] Added new LWC protection flags: HopperIn and HopperOut. Accessible via  /lwc flag + [11/12/19] Updated server to Minecraft 1.14.4 % [11/12/19] The spawn limits for “ambient” mobs was reduced from 15 -> 8 # This setting only affects the mob cap of bats % [11/12/19] Shulker boxes dropped on the ground now despawn after 30 minutes instead of the 5 minutes used by all other items # This is to hopefully avoid issues where players break their shulker box and leave it behind without realizing until it despawns + [11/13/19] Factions will now prevent players from interacting with some new 1.14 blocks (barrels, lecterns, blast furnaces, smokers, grindstone, campfires, berry bushes, new potted flowers) on faction land if they are not a part of the faction + [11/13/19] The following blocks can now be locked with lwc: barrel, blast furnace, smoker, lectern. Barrels are locked when placing them by default, similar to chests + [11/13/19] Players can now use the /rtp or /wild command from anywhere they wish in the world. It costs 1000 shells to use and has a cooldown of 24 hours # New players may still use the random teleport button at the spawn’s info center for free % [11/13/19] Changes to Miner job # % Fixed nether bricks mining not giving payment % [11/13/19] Additions/Changes to Builder job # + All new stair types (stone, granite, polished granite, diorite, polished diorite, andesite, polished andesite, smooth sandstone, smooth red sandstone, smooth quartz, mossy cobblestone, mossy stone brick, red nether brick, end stone brick): inc/exp: 1.5 # + All new slab types (stone, granite, polished granite, diorite, polished diorite, andesite, polished andesite, cut sandstone, cut red sandstone, smooth sandstone, smooth red sandstone, smooth quartz, mossy cobblestone, mossy stone brick, end stone brick, red nether brick): inc: 0.8, exp: 1.2 # + All new wall types (stone brick, mossy stone brick, granite, diorite, andesite, sandstone, red sandstone, brick, nether brick, red nether brick, end stone brick, prismarine): inc/exp: 1.5 # % Fixed nether bricks not giving payment # + Barrel: inc: 1.5, exp: 1.0 # + Bell: inc/exp: 1.5 # + Lantern: inc/exp: 0.8 # - Removed payment for redstone lamp % [11/13/19] Additions to Engineer job # + Redstone lamp: inc: 1.0, exp: 2.0 % [11/13/19] Additions/Changes to Farmer job # % Payment for taming ocelot changed to payment for taming Cat # + Breed Cat: inc: 4, exp: 5 # + Break Bamboo: inc/exp: 0.2 # + Place Bamboo: inc/exp: 1.0 # + Collect Berries: inc/exp: 0.5 # + Collect bonemeal from composter: inc/exp: 1.5 % [11/13/19] Additions/Changes to Hunter job # % Payment for taming ocelot changed to payment for taming Cat # - Evoker: inc: 30 -> 25, exp: 50 -> 35 # + Pillager: inc/exp: 15 # + Ravager: inc: 30, exp: 40 % [11/13/19] Additions to Crafter job # + All new stair types (See previous list): inc: 2.5, exp: 3.0 # [11/13/19] Changes to Enchanter job(?) potentially. # All the config options for specific enchantments were removed... idk what this means in practice. Maybe you get paid a flat rate based on material enchanted? + [11/13/19] Silence Mobs 1.0.0 (Datapack) # Available for all players to take advantage of. Simply name a mob "silence me" (with a nametag) to make it completely silent! # Credit: https://vanillatweaks.net/picker/datapacks/ ^ [11/13/19] QuixolMC Datapack -> 1.1 # + Added crafting recipes for all coral blocks. Crafted using 2x2 of coral plants or coral fans. Recipe unlocked when holding coral/coral fans. # + Added universal dyeing crafting recipes! You can re-dye most dyeable blocks/items in the game now. # + Also added un-dyeing certain blocks/items- namely glass, glass panes, and terracotta. Simply use the dyed block/item + an ice block to remove the dye. # # All universal dyeing recipes unlocked when holding either the item in question or a dye. # + Added new crafting recipe for black dye. Can now be crafted from 3 charcoal + 1 flint. Unlocked when picking up charcoal # + Added new crafting recipe for un-crafting quartz blocks back into quartz items. Unlocked when picking up quartz block # - Removed crafting recipe for totem of undying. Reasoning: item is much more readily available now due to the introduction of village raids # + Added a new advancement for picking up a spawner. I don't remember making this? # Credit for coral block crafting & universal dyeing: https://vanillatweaks.net/picker/datapacks/ ^ [11/13/19] Mob Heads Datapack -> 1.2 # % Structure of loot table files changed. The "minecraft" namespaced loot tables now make direct calls to "vanilla" namespaced loot tables with the vanilla loot tables inside. # - All "mini" and "head" text removed from item names. The name of the item is now simply the name of the mob, and other identifying text if it is a head of a mob variant. # % Updated skin of Salmon head # + New mob head: Cat. Has 11 variants. 14% head drop, +2% per looting lvl # + Cave Spider: 0.001% -> 0.002% base head drop # - Evoker: 100% -> 14% base head drop, 0% -> 2% per looting lvl # + New mob head: Fox. 1.8% head drop, +0.4% per looting lvl # - Husk: 3% -> 1.25% base head drop, 1% -> 0.25% per looting lvl # - Illusioner: 100% -> 14% base head drop, 0% -> 2% per looting lvl # + Iron Golem: 2% -> 5.5%, 1% -> 1.5% per looting lvl # + New mob head: Panda. 1.8% base head drop, +0.4% per looting lvl # - Phantom: 10% -> 5% base head drop # + New mob head: Pillager. 3.5% base head drop, +0.5% per looting lvl # + Rabbit: 3% -> 5% per looting lvl # + New mob head: Ravager. 14% base head drop, +2% per looting lvl # + Slime: 0.05% -> 0.5% base head drop # - Stray: 5% -> 4% base head drop, 5% -> 2% per looting lvl # + New mob head: Trader Llama. Has 4 variants. 29% base head drop, +7% per looting lvl # - Vex: 10% -> 2% base head drop # + Villager: 0.5% -> 100% base head drop. Now has 15 variants. # - Vindicator: 20% -> 5.5% base head drop, 5% -> 1.5% per looting lvl # + New mob head: Wandering Trader. 100% base head drop # + Witch: +0.1% -> +0.5% per looting lvl # % Zombie Villager: 4% -> 9% base head drop. Now has 15 variants instead of previous 6. # Credit for original datapack (w/ some modifications by Vivian): https://vanillatweaks.net/picker/datapacks/ + [11/13/19] Re-added sitting in "chairs". Right click on stair blocks w/ a sign on it to sit. - [11/13/19] Removed ability to /lay. Sadly it was broken in 1.14.4 :( + [11/14/19] Added /playersearch command, a replacement for the /dox and /ddox commands. Can be used by scout players and up % [11/14/19] Namehistory script now handles "legacy players" (players returning after major updates) with more grace and consistency + [11/14/19] Rewrote /aliases command; it is now /alias <user|nick>, and allows you to look up either past usernames or past nicknames of a player % [11/14/19] /playersearch will now run /alias user as well as /alias nick ^ [11/14/19] QuantumChat 1.0.0 introduced! # "QuantumChat" is a full re-code of the original qChat script. It took months of work to get it to where it is now! "qchat" is no more, QuantumChat is the new face of Quixol's chat plugin! # The re-code mainly focused on improving performance, cleaning up code, and many QoL improvements. # There were plans to add many more new features with this release, but sadly we simply ran out of time. These new features will have to come later. # Read more about the changes in “Technical / Bug fixes” section ^ [11/15/19] Updated mcMMO to version 2.1.107 # This is a rehauled version of mcMMO, revived from the ashes by its original author! The plugin now has a lot of polish, some new abilities, and plenty of bug fixes. % [11/15/19] mcMMO: Fixed bug of mobs' names appearing as hearts in death messages + [11/15/19] mcMMO messages now make use of hover text frequently- try hovering over the messages in chat! % [11/15/19] Many skills' abilities now unlock after a few levels instead of immediately at level 0 now. # Many, many more changes took place in this version... too many to list! % [11/15/19] mcMMO: Rebalanced mcmmo experience for some skills: # Alchemy: # + Stage 3 potion: 120 -> 180 xp # - Stage 4 potion: 450 -> 400 xp # + Stage 5 potion: 0 -> 60 xp # # Fishing: # - Cod: 800 -> 200 xp # + Tropical Fish: -> 800 -> 10000 xp # + Pufferfish: 800 -> 2400 xp # # Woodcutting: # + Mushroom stems: 80 xp # # Herbalism: # + Berries: 300 xp # + Seagrass: 10 xp # + Kelp: 3 xp # + Coral: literally too many to include in this: https://elixi.re/i/vel9mz5i.png # + Beetroot: 50 xp # - Grass: 10 -> 8 xp # - Tall Grass: 50 -> 30 xp # + Bamboo: 10 xp # + Cornflower: 150 xp # + Lily of the Valley: 150 xp # + Wither rose: 150 xp # # Mining: # + Coral blocks: https://elixi.re/i/gbz8p2c5.png # + Magma block: 30 xp # + Emerald ore: 1000 -> 2400 xp # - End bricks: 200 -> 50 xp # - Endstone: 150 -> 100 xp # - Packed ice: 50 -> 30 xp # + Blue ice: 30 xp # + Quartz ore: 100 -> 150 xp # + Misc new stuff: https://elixi.re/i/2xio0wo9.png # # Taming: # + Llama: 1200 xp # + Parrot: 1100 xp # + Cat: 500 xp # + Fox: 1000 xp # + Panda: 1000 xp # # Combat exp multipliers: # - Enderman: 1 -> 0.5 # + Ender dragon: 0 -> 1.0 # + Wither: 0 -> 1.0 # + Witch: 0 -> 0.1 # - Guardian: 3 -> 1.0 # + Mooshroom: 1 -> 1.2 # + Drowned: 1 # + Dolphin: 1.3 # + Phantom: 4 # + Cat: 1 # + Fox: 1 # + Panda: 1 # + Pillager: 2 # + Ravager: 4 # + Trader llama: 1 # + Wandering trader: 1 % [11/15/19] mcMMO: Changes to ability unlock tiers. # There are too many changes to summarize. # Some of this was modified by us; others is defaults of mcmmo. we tried to keep our old behavior wherever possible, but... % [11/15/19] mcMMO: Even more changes to abilities. # Once again, it's too difficult to summarize them all here. % [11/15/19] Rebalanced Alchemy Potion Unlock Tiers # Potion of Slow Falling: Tier 2 -> 1 # Potion of Haste: Tier 2 -> 3 # Potion of Dullness: Tier 2 -> 3 # Potion of Absorption: Tier 3 -> 4 # Potion of Health Boost: Tier 4 -> 8 # Potion of Hunger: Tier 4 -> 5 # Potion of Saturation: Tier 6 -> 5 # Potion of Blindness: Tier 5 -> 6% Change to Alchemy Ingredients # Potion of Haste: Carrot -> Clock + [11/15/19] QuixolMC Public Beta 1.14.4: Released! % [11/15/19] Updated randomtp sign at the spawn to give any player a one-time use free /rtp command. For new players % [11/21/19] mcMMO: Enabled Diminished Returns again % [11/21/19] mcMMO: Nerfed combat xp from endermen further. 0.5 -> 0.25 % [11/21/19] mcMMO: ability ready message should appear in chat again + [1/30/20] mcMMO: You can now crack Infested Stone Bricks with Block Cracker % [1/30/20] mcMMO: Block Cracker will now correctly crack stone_bricks during Berserk again + [1/30/20] mcMMO: Activating Berserk on a soft block (glass, snow, dirts) will break that material right away instead of only breaking subsequent blocks hit by the player + [1/30/20] mcMMO: Berserk will now break glass and glass pane blocks + [1/30/20] mcMMO: Hitting glass with berserk readied will activate it + [1/30/20] mcMMO: Added Lily_Of_The_Valley to the Bonus Drops list % [1/30/20] mcMMO: Archery's Skill Shot bonus damage is now multiplicative instead of additive (nerfing early game skill shot ranks) % [1/30/20] mcMMO: Sweet Berry Bush's default Herbalism XP is now 50 instead of 300 % [1/30/20] mcMMO: Big changes to fishing loot: # % Finding loot now gives more or less xp, dependent on the rarity of the item fished (prev. always gave 200 xp) # # % Rarities of certain items were changed: # % Lapis Lazuli: common -> uncommon # % Iron Ingot: uncommon -> rare # % Gold Ingot: uncommon -> rare # % Amount of items received changed for a few loot items: # - Diamonds: 5 -> 3 # - Lapis Lazuli: 20 -> 8 # - Iron Ingot: 5 -> 4 # - Gold Ingot: 5 -> 4 # # % Certain items were removed from loot table: # - All hoes (wooden, stone, golden, iron, diamond) # - Blaze rod # - Ghast tear # # % Many new items added to possible loot: # + Stick (2), common # + Tripwire hook, common # + Bowl, common # + Lily pad, common # + Leather, common # + Rotten flesh, common # + String, common # + Bone, common # + Water bottle, common # + Ink sac (8), uncommon # + Nautilus shell, uncommon # + Book, uncommon # + Fishing rod, uncommon # + Name tag, rare # + Wet sponge (8), epic # + Heart of the sea, legendary # # % Certain enchantments can now be obtained on items from fishing loot: # + Curse of Vanishing # + Curse of Binding # + Luck of the Sea # + Lure # + Mending # # - Removed infinity from possible fishing loot enchantments # This is because possibility to fish up mending + infinity bow % [1/30/20] mcMMO: Small tweaks to loot from "shake" ability as well

- Server Builds / Locations -

- [10/01/19] Removed various buttons/signs from the grove, as the minigames there were broken anyway % [11/14/19] Reset most of the chunks in the end! The main end island and some of the surrounding islands were spared, as were a few player builds, but everything else has been reset # With this in mind, please be considerate of other players when exploring or building in the end. You should only need one elytra, and collecting multiple at a time is frowned upon unless you're specifically getting them for players you know who need one and don't have one yet # Also, remember that the materials inside of end cities are all craftable (including shulker shells from the shulkers thanks to our datapack), so you don't need to demolish end cities to get those items! - [11/14/19] Removed the following server warps: adventurehouse, bog, equinox, florida, ravine % [11/14/19] Renamed all warps leading to the world protos as "protos:<warpname>" to differentiate them from warps located in our primary world, ghalea + [11/15/19] Added new warp: /warp ChromaPark, our new party and games area! # Features five distinct zones with their own themes! + [11/15/19] Added updated warp: /warp Minigames, now leads to games lobby in Chroma Park + [11/15/19] Updated version of server minigame: Connect Four at Chroma Park (Sunset Lane) + [11/15/19] Updated version of server minigame: Squishu at Chroma Park (Sunset Lane) + [11/15/19] Updated version of server minigame: Spleef at Chroma Park (Wild West) + [11/15/19] New arena/warzone: Banker Brawls at Chroma Park (Wild West) + [11/15/19] Updated version of server minigame: Slappy Salmon at Chroma Park (Hydro Zone) + [11/15/19] Updated version of server minigame: Sheep Pit at Chroma Park (Verdant Vale) + [11/15/19] New server minigame: Chicken Roulette at Chroma Park (Verdant Vale) + [11/15/19] New server minigame: MushGolf at Chroma Park (Verdant Vale) + [11/15/19] New server minigame: Lava Fishing at Chroma Park (Synth Zone) % [11/15/19] Updated warp signs at Orsus to lead to Chroma Park + the new minigames lobby + [11/18/19] Set up droppers underneath Chroma Park dancefloor to dispense items automatically during parties

- Technical / Bug fixes -

% [10/01/19] Fixed bug where shulker bullets would explode instantly # [10/18/19] Server's hardware and location has changed. % [10/18/19] QuixolMC now runs on a very modern Ryzen CPU with a cpu benchmark score of 20,000+, as well as NVMe SSD storage. (This is a good thing) % [10/18/19] QuixolMC is now hosted in Utah, so players from Europe will have higher ping now. Players in Australia or elsewhere across the pacific may notice slightly improved ping. Players in the Americas may notice slight changes as well. - [10/18/19] Major loss of coreprotect data. All old coreprotect data is gone + [11/12/19] Enabled “per-player mob spawns” setting % [11/12/19] Reverted “count all mobs for spawning” setting to use vanilla behavior # "Per player mob spawns" means that the mob cap is no longer global; it is now per player. Or, at the very least, determined based on the amount of chunks loaded within your "region" of surrounding chunks (essentially all chunks that are connected together, so it could cover multiple players potentially). This requires more testing! # "All mobs count for mob spawning" means counting even mobs that are not considered "natural" (ie spawner mobs) to the mob cap. By changing to this we are effectively restoring vanilla behavior here. The old system caused some problems and wasn't really worth it in the end. % [11/12/19] Experience orbs now only merge up to a value of 1000 xp % [11/12/19] Chunks are scheduled to unload more frequently now - [11/13/19] Removed the annoying "registered furnace" / "registered brewing stand" messages caused by Jobs plugin % [11/14/19] You are now kicked from your faction after 1000 days of inactivity instead of 365. This is to basically "disable" the feature since it seems a bit buggy currently. % [11/14/19] Fixed bug which prevented players from viewing their own biography if they could not view other players' bios + [11/14/19] /bio age now accepts "minor", "underage", and "adult" in addition to integer arguments # Big list of QuantumChat 1.0.0 changes % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: Fixed issue where if you sent a message in a channel you had previously toggled, it did not use the channel prefix color when un-toggling % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: Improved link handler regex greatly; links in chat should be clickable 98% of the time now % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: Fixed QuantumChat not processing certain pronouns discord users had set % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: Doing "@all" will no longer notify everyone, only "@\everyone" and "@\here" work now % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: If a player who is muted sends a private message to someone, the receiver is now warned that the sender is muted & informed on how to ignore them % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: Fixed inconsistency with /msg formatting from the ordinary chat formatting  + [11/14/19] QuantumChat: You can now send sound notifs to someone by "@" mentioning them in a private message % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: quantumMessage() function will now remove any newline characters from incoming messages % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: quantumMessage() function now handles cases where a player attempts to chat in a channel they do not have permission to use % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: Fixed issue where a player's message in the discord channel may not get sent to orchid if the first result of quantumDeliver() is blocked % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: Using "&r" will now reset the color/formatting to the default color of the channel/source you are in instead of always "&f" % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: /qchat command changed to /qc. Still has /qchat as an alias though  - [11/14/19] QuantumChat: Removed the blacklist GUI. It was taking up space and basically unused % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: Fixed textual inconsistencies in /qc ignore  + [11/14/19] QuantumChat: /ch list was completely rewritten. It now displays whether or not a channel is toggled, as well as current chat channel  + [11/14/19] QuantumChat: /ch list will now display if the player currently has private messages toggled off  + [11/14/19] QuantumChat: /ch list now displays a message to factionless players informing them they need to be in a faction to use faction channels  - [11/14/19] QuantumChat: Removed /ch toggle list, as it is now replaced by /ch list % [11/14/19] QuantumChat: Fixed a mistake that allowed quick messages to be sent to the discord channel while orchid was disabled if someone used an alias for the channel (/ch d, etc.)  + [11/14/19] QuantumChat: The console can now send private messages to players through /msg . Just for fun :) % [11/14/19] Changed gamerule spectatorsGenerateChunks to true in all worlds # This is due to a 1.14.4 bug in which this gamerule causes chunks to not even load for spectator players, even if they're pre-existing chunks + [11/14/19] You can now make shops from barrels + [11/14/19] Interacting with shops now makes a sound - [11/15/19] Disabled Orchid (our Discord bot) for now due to being inoperational. # DiscordSRV (Quixibot) now handles minecraft to discord bridge % [12/25/19] Fixed bug where player can become stuck in sneaking mode when changing dimensions % [12/25/19] Fixed bug where block breaking animation did not show for other players % [1/22/20] Fixed a dupe glitch with tnt % [1/22/20] Fixed a dupe glitch with redstone dust % [1/22/20] Fix a client crash relating to invalid color nbt data (banners, sheep, etc) % [1/22/20] Fix bug where items get stuck in mid-air in certain circumstances (most noticeable w/ saplings, apples, sticks falling from decaying leaves) % [1/30/20] mcMMO: Improved behavior for mob health bars % [1/30/20] mcMMO: Mobs will now only reward Dodge XP a certain amount of times % [1/30/20] mcMMO: Fixed dupe bugs % [1/30/20] mcMMO: "tool ready" msg no longer sent to chat % [1/30/20] mcMMO: Superability interaction, ability off, & ability refreshed messages now sent to chat % [1/30/20] mcMMO: Fixed excavation loot unlock levels % [2/11/20] Fixed issue where muted players could not read or send /mail # Could be reverted if abused.

- Plugin / Software Updates -

^ [10/01/19] Updated server .jar: Paper 1.13.2 b643 -> Paper 1.13.2 b648 ^ [10/01/19] LWCX -> 2.2.2-b92 ^ [10/18/19] Updated server .jar: Paper 1.13.2 b648 -> Paper 1.13.2 b651 ^ [11/12/19] Updated server .jar: Paper 1.13.2 b651 -> Paper 1.14.4 b226 - [11/13/19] Removed Bookshelves plugin ^ [11/13/19] PerWorldInventory -> 2.3.1 ^ [11/13/19] AreaShop -> 2.6.0-b299 ^ [11/13/19] CoreProtect -> 2.17.5 ^ [11/13/19] Mineable Spawners -> 2.0.8 + [11/13/19] WildernessTP 2.13 ^ [11/13/19] Jobs -> 4.14.3 ^ [11/13/19] Craftbook 3.10.1-b4538 ^ [11/14/19] DiscordSRV -> 1.18.1 - [11/14/19] Uninstalled RandomTeleport (replaced w/ wildernesstp) ^ [11/14/19] Namehistory -> 4.0.0 # Major rewrite of the codebase occurred in this version, focus on performance, code cleanliness, & utility for other scripts ^ [11/14/19] Biography -> 1.8.0 ^ [11/14/19] Easyalias -> 1.8.2 ^ [11/14/19] Faction Extras -> 1.0.4 ^ [11/14/19] Playtime -> 0.6.1 ^ [11/14/19] Pronouns -> 2.7.3 - [11/14/19] Uninstalled Orchid (for now) ^ [11/14/19] QuantumChat 1.0.0 introduced ^ [11/14/19] QuickShop -> 2.4.7 ^ [11/15/19] mcMMO -> 2.1.107 ^ [12/10/19] ViaVersion -> 2.2.0 + [12/10/19] QuixolMC now supports 1.15 clients! ^ [12/25/19] Paper 1.14.4 b226 -> Paper 1.14.4 b237 ^ [12/25/19] ViaVersion -> 2.2.2 + [12/25/19] QuixolMC now supports 1.15.1 clients! ^ [1/22/20] Paper 1.14.4 b237 -> Paper 1.14.4 b242 ^ [1/22/20] ViaVersion -> 2.2.3 + [1/22/20] QuixolMC now supports 1.15.2 clients! ^ [1/30/20] Paper 1.14.4 b242 -> Paper 1.14.4 b243 ^ [1/30/20] mcMMO -> 2.1.114

List of known bugs/issues:

! New players can sometimes get stuck in the beginning room of the tutorial ! The “mobs” section of the statistics counts how many times you’ve been killed by another player for some reason. It will not show how many times you have killed other players, however ! mcMMO: Sometimes, when you are killed by a mob you recently hurt, the death message just says you were killed by [a bunch of hearts]. (This is rarer since the update, but can still happen) ! mcMMO: You don’t get alchemy exp for making slow falling potions ! mcMMO: mcMMO’s messages, either party messages or about abilities, sometimes send at incorrect times, or even send to incorrect players ! Factions: Certain faction permissions are buggy or not intuitive ! PerWorldInventory: Player inventories saved in 1.11 - 1.12 (in the world Protos) may have shulker box data corrupted. undyed shulker boxes turn into purple shulker boxes, and any items inside shulker boxes may lose all of their NBT data. ! Quickshop: When making a quickshop into a double chest, then breaking it to make two single chests, it still thinks the shop is there, regardless of whether its told to be deleted with commands or manually broken in survival. ! Viaversion: 1.15.2 client may experience “ghost blocks” while mining very quickly, or, more frequently, after explosions occur. This is actually a vanilla bug, but it won’t occur if you’re on the server with a 1.14.4 client. ! Viaversion: Client may crash while typing book. Technically a vanilla bug, but exacerbated by viaversion. See here. ! Viaversion: 1.15.2 client will display all statistics in the “items” and “mobs” sections incorrectly/jumbled. It is an issue on the client-end, the server still tracks player statistics properly

Things to come:

• Update to 1.15.2 • New/updated Chroma Park games • Releasing more custom advancements • Fixing more bugs?

last changelog post (#27)

about changelogs

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That about wraps up this changelog- and what a lengthy log it was!

As stated before, most of the changes you saw in this post were a result of the ambitious 1.14.4 update we did in November last year. So, most of this stuff isn’t new by any measure- the most recent change on this list is already 3 months old.

Possibly the most ambitious, and most impressive, of these changes is Chroma Park. It took ~2 months of work from well over a dozen people to make the build you see today! It’s the designated “party area”, as well as home to several hand-crafted minigames that you can play for yourself at any time. Go check it out sometime! /warp ChromaPark

There were numerous other changes made, but one that might pique your interest is the large scale mcMMO update. Last year, mcMMO’s original developer returned from a long hiatus to overhaul the whole plugin- we tried to explain some of what’s changed, but honestly it’s a bit difficult to even summarize. You can take a look at some of the changes in mcMMO’s own “changelog” if you’re curious, however keep in mind that some of the information on this site is either outdated or does not apply to QuixolMC.

We apologize again for taking so long to publish this changelog... It really didn’t need to take as long as it did. But, better late than never, yeah? Hopefully the information is still useful to folks, even if it is “old news”.

We’d give an update on things on our end, but... I’m sure you’ve probably heard enough doom and gloom about hyperinfective viruses as it is. So, instead, we just want to wish you all good health. Things are scary out there, so make sure to stay inside- not just for your own health, but for everybody around you. Quixol will always be here for you!

See you again soon. 💙

[sandersstudies]

Quirky - Chapter 4

A High School Superhero AU - Sanders Sides

(US Boku No Hero Academia AU - Will add tag list in a reblog! If I miss you, please let me know ASAP - Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than usual- As always, asks, comments, messages, reblogs, and keysmashes are more than welcome.)

-> Chapter Five

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You can now also find the fic with the same username and title on AO3 :)

Something’s wrong, Patton realized as he rolled through the doors of the school. Upperclassmen in the hallway were whispering to one another. Some of the first-years looked almost dazed. A group of students from Patton’s class huddled around a locker, looking at something on a smartphone. Nobody was laughing.

Patton knew it was rude to use his quirk without permission, but he couldn’t resist extending his mind into the surrounding space: a jumble of sounds and emotions, too thick to sort through. A passing girl almost bumped into his wheelchair, and made eye contact for a split second.

Something happened. The brief glimpse hadn’t been enough to give Patton any details. He stared around again, but everyone was rushing to class or focused on a conversation. Patton turned toward his classroom and rolled faster. He was a little early but he had a better chance of finding out what was going on there. A kid rounding the corner glanced at him, and Patton caught another image.

It’s the news, something on the news, he thought. The haze that hung over the school reflected that. His quirk was picking up general disturbances left and right, and most of the students’ thoughts seemed suspended in a cloud too thick to make out individuals. Something on the news — a murder? A natural disaster? An alien arrival?

When Patton reached his classroom, it was empty except for Virgil, who started to glance up and then immediately stared down at his notebook. He would, unfortunately, be very little help. He was always charged with nervous emotion, and today was no different. Whether he was even nervous for the same reason as the other students, it was impossible to tell.

“Good morning,” Patton tried.

“Mmm,” Virgil said. He was blocking his notebook with one arm, hunching over it so closely that Patton couldn’t see his face.

“What are you working on?”

“Nothing.” The response was clipped, and Patton took the hint to be silent as other students started to enter the room. Logan and Terrance sat down near Virgil, and Patton resisted using his quirk any more. Too much probing and people would notice. If Patton’s quirk had taught him anything, it was that whatever was upsetting the other students would come out eventually.

Some students were whispering harshly to one another as they entered the classroom, and others were silent. Patton tried to watch them out of the corner of his eye. A few, like himself, gave off bursts of confusion which grew dark as their friends leaned over to fill them in. Patton only caught a few words.

“Did you hear?…last night...police…”

There must have been a villain attack, Patton thought. That would explain it. But the attack must have been of some unprecedented size to raise such concern among the students. A little attempted arson or petty larceny was barely newsworthy as long as the event was stopped be a professional hero as most were. Only major destructions and deaths were widely known to the public, and Patton could remember no sirens, no explosions disturbing his sleep the previous night. If only he’d had time to talk to Dad in the morning…

Mr. Picani entered the classroom, began to shut the door, and then paused to hold it open one extra second as Roman rushed into the room with an apologetic nod. The nearest open seat was the one in front of Patton, and Roman slid into it instead of his normal seat on the other side of the room. Patton had never seen Roman look so demure. The boy’s shoulders slumped slightly, and his eyes were red, bloodshot even. When he reached to unzip his backpack, Patton thought he saw his hand shaking.

I wonder if the villain attack was near his house. That was always a scary event, especially late at night. He’s not hurt at all, though. Physical pain tended to fill a room like smoke; Patton could always tell when it was around.

Mr. Picani stood behind the front desk, and the room fell silent. He tapped a stack of papers against the table, and Patton felt the teacher’s nervousness seeping out of the cracks in his calm exterior.

“I’ll be filling in for Mr. Sanders today,” Mr. Picani said, adjusting his glasses twice. “I’m sure…” The teacher’s usually lilting voice was halting. “I’m sure some of you have heard the news that Mr. Sanders has been arrested.”

No gasp or chatter went up in the class, only silence and a wave of passive acceptance that Patton felt sweep the room. What had been momentarily doubted as gossip was now confirmed.

“I understand this may be a very stressful time for you,” Mr. Picani went on. “But we here at UA want to maintain our normal schedule in the face of difficulty as much as possible. In hero work, these kind of disturbances may interrupt at any time. That being said, if any of you feel you need someone to talk to, myself and the other school counselors always keep our doors open.”

Roman shifted in his seat.

The teacher went on. “Since homeroom is only ten minutes, we don’t have a lot of time at present, but if the class would prefer a more thorough discussion during Hero Studies, I can facilitate that as well. I’ll give you the rest of this time for yourselves.” He sat down.

Free time was usually coveted during the school day, but the students were not particularly talkative for the rest of homeroom. There was some whispering, clearing up of details, but that was all. Even Roman merely leaned back to pick the uneven edge off a piece of notebook paper, crumbling the shards between his fingers. None of his friends approached him, and he did not look up.

Patton scribbled absentmindedly in his notebook. Little swirls and delicate lines helped him focus his thoughts and keep out of other people’s heads, but he couldn’t help but notice Mr. Picani staring at a paper without moving his eyes, clearly thinking, distant. Patton wondered if the two teachers knew each other well, if they were friends, even. How much did Mr. Picani know about the arrest?

Patton felt something tap the wheel of his chair, and glanced down. A red pencil had rolled across the floor, just out of his reach.

“Excuse me,” he said, tapping Roman on the shoulder. “I think you dropped that.”

The other boy whirled around and in the split-second eye contact before Roman’s eyes fell to the floor, Patton felt a blast of confusion out of proportion to his discovery of the pencil. Patton sat back in his chair as Roman fumbled for the pencil and then turned around with a mumbled “thanks.”

Patton resisted asking any more questions. Roman was subdued at the moment, but Patton remembered his outburst in the cafeteria earlier in the week. If Remy hadn’t stepped in, Patton didn’t know how far Roman might have gone.

That’s another reason to keep my quirk to myself, Patton thought. Exposure to a quirked empath scared some people. Roman wasn’t the first to be startled, and even angered, when he realized what was happening. Patton didn’t like to think of his quirk as a weapon, but he couldn’t escape remembering that it could be used that way.

“It’s not polite to go through somebody’s thoughts like you’re rummaging through drawers,” Patton’s father always said.

Patton took off his glasses as the bell rang. It helped his quirk lay quiet when everything was soft at the edges.

***

Lunchtime was, for Patton, a respite from bombardment with endless thoughts. People’s heads got quieter when their voices got louder, and when he sat at a table by himself, the increased distance meant he heard even the strongest emotions as if through a wall. Joy sounded like a pounding waterfall, and Patton had often as a child fallen asleep to the sound of his parent’s warm thoughts like a distant stream. Sadness sounded like the hurried breaths that came before crying, jumpy instead of constant. Patton always tried to get rid of that sound. In middle school he’d purposefully sat with the kids whose brains sounded like that, to start a conversation. After all, people’s heads got quieter when their voices got louder.

Patton balanced his bagged lunch in his lap with one hand, rolling his chair with the other as he looked for an empty table. Remy waved from his seat between Terrance and Virgil, and Patton waved back. Virgil was leaning across the table to say something to Logan, who nodded in agreement. Patton could hear their waterfalls from a distance. It was none of his business, but Patton was glad that Virgil, always so nervous, had managed to make some friends.

Patton’s usual place near the back looked empty until he rolled past a group of upperclassmen and saw one figure half-hunched over the table. He almost turned to start looking for a new place when he recognized the wavy blond head.

Roman again. It was strange that the class representative had abandoned his usual place among his friends, and stranger still that he’d chosen the place where he’d mocked Patton only a couple days before, but Patton was reminded of the kids who sat alone in middle school, and rolled closer. He dropped his bag on the table. Roman jerked.

“What are you doing here?”

“I always sit here,” Patton said, unpacking his lunch. “Remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” Roman said. He was still, and then suddenly moved to grab his tray. “I can go, if you—”

“That’s okay,” Patton said. He took a bite out of his sandwich. “I don’t mind.”

Roman settled back into his seat.

“Why aren’t you sitting with your friends?” Patton asked after a minute.

“Dunno.”.

“You must have sat here for some reason,” Patton tried again.

“Just don’t feel much like talking to them,” Roman said, a tinge of hostility in his voice..

“Or eating, apparently,” Patton said. Roman had been shoving his food around with a fork.

The two boys ate in silence for a minute. Patton kept a tight rein on his mind, fearing any probe might drive Roman away again. He was curious about the other boy’s behavior.

“You didn’t try for class president,” Roman said suddenly.

“No,” Patton responded. “Congratulations, by the way.”

“Don’t you want to be the best?”

“At some things,” Patton said. “Not at being class president, though. Enjoying your new position?”

“Well, I haven’t done anything yet.” Roman paused. “Sorry if I’m bothering you.”

“That’s okay,” Patton said. “Not many people want to talk to me anyway.” He stirred his pudding. Not that I mind it much that way.

“Oh.” Roman said. “Is it because of—” He waved his hand in front of his eyes, and Patton noticed that he’d dared make eye contact.

“Probably,” Patton said. “You didn’t like it very much yourself.”

Roman used one fingernail to scratch at the edge of the table. “Actually, I.” He stared at his finger, and then dropped it into his lap. “I meant to apologize about that. I was a big jerk that day. I’ve been a big jerk a lot.”

“Thank you for your apology,” Patton said. He didn’t need to use his quirk to know that it was authentic. “Was that why you came to sit here?”

“Part of it, I guess,” Roman said. “But I think I’ve been lying to myself a little bit. I don’t know, really. Sorry to be blabbering to you like this, especially after I’ve been a jerk.”

“It’s okay,” Patton said. “I’m sort of used to it.

“I just don’t want to see my friends right now and, well, you seem like the kind of person it’s safe to talk to. Like you could keep a secret.”

“Thank you, I think.”

Roman’s eyes darted around unsteadily. “Could I tell you a secret?”

“Sure,” Patton said. He felt a spark of curiosity.

“I was there last night, right before Mr. Sanders got arrested.”

“What?” If it wasn’t for his quirk, Patton wouldn’t have believed the statement for a second, but it was true — or, at least, Roman thought it was.

“I just need to get it off my chest, I guess,” Roman said. “Me and...some other students. We went out late last night to see the logo that got painted — did you hear about that?”

Patton nodded. It was another thing he’d heard a bit from other’s minds before he’d seen it on the news. But the logo was gone now, scheduled to be removed this morning.

“Well, we went to see it, and while we were there, I saw Mr. Sanders and...and the Flying Falcon.”

“That’s your dad,” Patton remembered.

“They had a fight like the ones you see in the movies and on the news,” Roman said. Throughout the conversation, he’d been leaning further across the table, toward Patton. “And right before I ran away I…You swear you can keep a secret?”

“Who would I tell?”

Roman nodded, but paused and chewed the inside of his lip. “That’s all, I guess,” he said. He settled back into his seat.“It was stupid of us to go out, really.”

“Well, maybe now it won’t happen again.”

“Maybe,” Roman said. He stood up. “Sorry to bother you, but thanks for listening and all. And I’m really sorry, again, about before.”

Patton nodded. “I hope everything’s okay.”

“Yeah, yeah, me too.” Roman said as he started to walk away. “Me too.”

Patton mused over his lunch until the bell rang and he rolled away to class.

***

“I’d like to begin with a quick activity,” Mr. Picani said, walking around the room to place slips of paper on students’ desks. “I often find that in group settings, students are shy to speak up in front of their classmates for fear of seeming silly. Now, I’m of the belief that there is no such thing as a stupid question, but sometimes we need a safe environment to share our questions and our feelings. So, let’s take a minute to write down any questions or feelings we might have that we may be too shy to share out loud.” He passed the last of the papers out, and then perched on the edge of his desk. “Remember, there are no stupid questions.”

Patton stared down at the blank clipping of paper. The top was uneven where Mr. Picani had sheared it away from the rest of the sheet. He tapped his pencil against his desk. Sometimes it was difficult to sort through everyone else’s feelings to find his own. He placed his glasses in his lap and blinked a few times, trying to retreat back into his own skull.

How did he feel? Well, he didn’t like that Mr. Sanders was gone. It made him...not scared...uneasy. Heroes weren’t supposed to go to jail. What had he gone to jail for, anyhow?

That’s a question, Patton realized. Was that information on the news? Oh well, no stupid questions. He wrote it down, his letters slightly crooked without the help of his glasses, and folded his paper in half. When Mr. Picani circled the classroom with a glass jar, Patton dropped  his paper in. When the teacher made it back to the front of the room, he lightly shook the jar before drawing a few papers in his hand.

“Remember,” he said. “We aren’t here to make judgements, we’re here to have a discussion. Let’s see what we have here.”

Many of the papers were about Mr. Sanders’ arrest, lots of feelings reflecting what Patton had felt from the students throughout the day. Uncomfortable, scared, upset, sad, angry, confused.

Every time Mr. Picani read off an emotion, he would say, “how many of you feel like that?” and several of the students would raise their hand. Mr. Picani sometimes raised his hand as well.

“I recognize,” Mr. Picani said, pulling his glasses off and setting the jar on the desk next to him. “That many of you still have a lot of unanswered questions. I want you to understand that we, the teachers, also still have questions. We are not hiding information, we’re right there with you.” He twirled the glasses between his hands. “I like to do activities like this to remind you that you aren’t alone, we all experience these emotions from time to time. This is a very confusing time for everybody, and it’s frustrating and saddening for us that this has happened right as all of you are beginning your time at UA.”

He reached into the jar again, and peeled open a scrap of paper which had been folded over itself many times. “Speaking of beginning your time at UA,” he said, a bit of his normal smile returning to his face. “This student says, ‘I am worried about Mr. Sanders because he seems nice but also I am still worried that my quirk is not as good as my classmates.’” As he read, Patton detected a sudden spark of fearful energy on the other side of the room. Virgil’s anxiety was spiking.

He wrote that, Patton realized.

“It’s almost nice to see such a common concern from a student,” Mr. Picani said. “And that’s what it is, a common concern. Anybody who is thinking or feeling this way, you are not alone either.” He smiled softly and gazed over the class. “Not everybody is so confident as they pretend to be here,” he said. “And many students compare themselves to upperclassmen or even to professional heroes. It’s important to remember that each and every one of you is here because you passed the same test as most of your classmates, or because you were professionally recommended by a current hero, and neither passing exam grades nor recommendations are given lightly.”

Patton drummed his fingers against his knee. He still wasn’t sure exactly what the entrance exam had contained, though he knew when the other students thought of it they experienced a rush of adrenaline. He was probably lucky he’d managed to bypass it. He knew without his quirk, of course, that Roman was the other recommended student. The son of two major heroes was unlikely to be otherwise.

“Everyone in this class has their quirk on record in student files,” Mr. Picani went on. “And every year we are impressed with the variety of talent among our students. Everyone in this room deserves to be here, and all of you are here to make the most out of your quirk, so you can use it for the most good.”

Virgil sunk lower in his seat, bouncing his leg.

He got in on the entrance exam that I didn’t even take, Patton thought. Hundreds of people take it and don’t pass. How can he think his quirk isn’t good enough?

Granted, Patton hadn’t seen Virgil’s quirk yet, but that was true for much of the class. People like Roman had the ability to be flashy and dramatic, but Virgil, Logan, and many other students chose to keep to themselves, and that included their quirk abilities. If it wasn’t for that moment in the cafeteria, Remy’s quirk would have remained secret until he’d tried to use it in the field test.

Think of the devil, Patton thought as Remy glanced over at him. Remy’s energy felt like pop rocks in his mind. It wasn’t a bad thing.

Mr. Picani talked through a few more questions and feelings before giving the students the rest of the class to themselves again. “However, assuming Mr. Sanders has not returned tomorrow, we will be picking up on the syllabus where you left off,” he said when the final bell rang.

Patton was always one of the last to leave; he didn’t like getting stuck in the crowd at the end of the day. He smiled politely to Mr. Picani when he left, and the man’s face wrinkled slightly around the eyes as he returned the glance. Patton wasn’t trying to pry, but there was a well of sadness below the teacher’s calm exterior, and Patton felt, as he always did, as if he’d entered into a room marked Private, where he wasn’t supposed to be.

As Patton rolled out of the doors of the school, he saw Virgil waving goodbye to Logan before shoving his hands into his pockets and slinking off in the other direction. Virgil always walked home at the end of the day; he must live close to the school. Patton rolled after him and reached out to touch his arm.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked.

Virgil started to turn around, and then abruptly drove his gaze into the ground. “Yeah, fine. See you tomorrow.” He shuffled away like he was in a rush at the pool, but the lifeguard was watching from under the “no running” sign.

Patton’s phone buzzed before he could decide whether or not he ought to follow. When he glanced at the screen, his father’s icon lit up.

“Hey, Dad,” he said as he answered. “Everything okay?” It was remarkable, the lack of thought he picked up over the phone. Every conversation seemed a little mysterious. He supposed that was what it was like for other people all the time.

“Everything okay with you?” his father replied. There was light noise in the background, and Patton supposed his father was still at work. “I wish we’d had a chance to talk before you got on the bus this morning. Did you hear about what happened last night?” He wasn’t a hero, but Patton’s father seemed to be always up-to-date on villain news. It came from working in a hospital and seeing the casualties. There was also, of course, the other reason—

“Yeah, Dad, I heard all about it,” Patton said. No need to think about that.

“Weren’t snooping, I hope?” Dr. Summers joked.

“Only a little,” Patton admitted. “You remember Mr. Picani? He took over our class today. But I’m fine. Some of the other students were kind of upset, though.” Roman.

“Well, you would know,” Dr. Summers said. “It’s all I heard about from the nurses at work today. You about to catch the bus home?”

“Yeah, if only I can get my dad to stop delaying me.”

“All right, all right, I get it. I’ll see you tonight. Love you.”

“Love you.”

[faeratil]

It really pisses me off that as soon as people started calling for the arrest of the officer who murdered George Floyd and the other officers who did nothing to stop him, the ads and articles I started seeing were trying to drown out the information about George by trying to make it seem like looting a business was worse and demanded more attention.

People are more important than businesses. And the fact that social media outlets are trying to smother the news about police brutality and police murdering POC and about the tear gas and violence against protestors, and they’re trying to replace it with news about businesses who have way more money than they need getting screwed over? It’s bullshit and it is outrageous and I am so fucking proud of my friends and my followers and even the people I don’t know who have stood up to fight against this and are calling out the media for trying to stifle news about racism and oppression. And I mean actual oppression, not Karen being too high maintenance to go one month without a fucking haircut and demanding people who haven’t been considered essential until the virus hit go back to work and be in danger because of an inconvenience.

I am a white woman, yes. But I’m not going to sit back and do nothing. I’m using my white privilege to give all of my friends who are minorities a voice. I have my group of friends on Xbox, and a majority of them are black men who are good people, who have families they care for, who don’t break the law, who try and help anyone they come across even if it’s with something as small as beating a boss in a video game. But in the past couple days alone, I have watched and listened as random people on the internet log onto their streams or join their voice chats just to call them racial slurs and threaten to call the police on them just because they’re black. It got to the point where about 90% of my clan mates stopped playing the games they’ve always loved because random people online have been harassing them and it’s nonstop.

But it didn’t just start a few days ago with George Floyd’s murder. They’ve been getting threats and slurs thrown at them and have been batting off hate speech of random people for years. This incredibly unjustified and diabolical event just increased the hate they get. I know I can’t do much with people online, but my friends took screenshots of the twitch usernames and Xbox usernames of all the people harassing them and myself and the clan have been blasting the information across our social media accounts with detailed recaps of what was said and what was threatened and how often it’s been happening and I know for a fact that those people who chose to harass my friends just because of their skin color have been reported and outed by everyone in the clan and by sharing on social media by at least another 100 people (we have a big clan and if even just two friends of each member reports them, it’s well over 100 reports).

I’m fucking pissed. I’ve also seen POC in my home state treated like shit in public spaces just for being there. I’ve taken every opportunity I can to step in and help them when I am able. I am a tiny woman though so not a lot of people take me seriously, but at least I don’t stand by and watch it happen. My last job where I was in a manager position, I had 4 black teenage boys working in my store. They were just kids so they’d goof off every once in a while, but they always did their jobs, they were always respectful of customers, they were good people. But the number of times I would have customers come in and ask to be helped by a different employee, to have their food made by a different employee, to complain about being disrespected because they were told we couldn’t fulfill their requests by one of those boys, to sneer and whisper slurs just loud enough that the boys could hear them, it’s just ridiculous how many times it happened. When customers would demand to be helped by someone else, I would have them try to explain to me why exactly they didn’t want to be helped by one of the boys and more often than not they’d get too embarrassed and stutter and wouldn’t be able to think of anything to say because they didn’t want to straight up say “because he’s black”. When they’d ask if someone else could make their food, I would tell the customers that everyone went through the same training with myself and knew what they were doing so what was it that worried them about the quality of food from that particular employee. They’d shut up too. When they’d ask for a manager because the employee was unable to fulfill their requests (often asking for food items we don’t carry or asking for free food for waiting two minutes longer than they felt necessary), I would stand next to the employee and have them repeat exactly what they had said to the customer and I would then say “it seems to me that he explained our store policies exactly as I would have, so what seems to be the problem?” When I would hear the slurs being whispered, I had full permission from the owner of the store to refuse service to those customers. It would be called out in front of everyone and they would be asked to leave, and if they threw a fit or caused a scene, security would be called.

I even worked at that particular store with a few Latina girls who were also in high school, and they were honestly my best employees and are still some of my best friends. But I had to do similar policing of the customers where they were concerned as well. I had one customer ask for the manager upon walking into the store, he hadn’t even ordered and refused to speak to anyone but me. I asked him what the problem was and he said “I don’t want one of those illegals to help me, they’re probably high or some shit. You get me right? It’ll be great when the government finally sends all of those wetbacks and n*s out of our country.” That man did not get helped. I told him to leave. A security guard who was great friends with everyone at the store and was also a POC walked up to the counter at the same time that I told the racist asshole to leave. The guy started getting angry and looked like he was about to yell, but the security guard stepped in and said “sir are you going to leave peacefully and respect that businesses have the right to refuse service to anyone, or do I need to escort you out”. The guy left and we never saw him again. The girls were in the back crying and the security guard asked me what had happened and if anyone had been hurt. I told him what had been said and told him that as long as I was in charge of that store, racism would not be allowed and anyone who escalated it or directly targeted my employees — my FRIENDS — would be shown the door.

I hate that so many people just ignore it or stand to the side hoping someone else will do something about it. If POC are not being heard, what better use for white privilege is there than to give them a voice and to demand justice and to treat them with the same respect that you would treat anyone else. It doesn’t matter if you are a tiny person that people rarely take seriously. If you stand up, more often than not someone else will stand with you in backing those who are being oppressed. Every single one of those cops who was on the scene when George Floyd was murdered is guilty. Not a single one of them did anything to stop it from happening. They are all guilty. I grew up with a sheriff for an uncle, but if he had been there and hadn’t done anything I would be calling him guilty too. It doesn’t matter if the cop wouldn’t do it themselves. They are guilty if they don’t stop it.

[jamiebluewind]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity :) ❤💛💚💙💜

What a fun question! Hum... let's see

1. My best friends. I love them so much. I have two wonderful best friends that have stuck by me for years, even during the hard times. They are just the source of so much of my happiness with our all goofs and indide jokes, but also a feeling of comfort and safety with them. I can tell them anything and they either just accept it (like me coming out or telling them about my past) or are ready to help (like if I'm having a panic attack). It's not all one way of course. I will drop everything yo be there for them too. It's funny, but when we're tired of people and want to be alone, it never includes each other. Like we just don't drain each other's batteries. It's nice.

2. My online friends. Yes. I'm talking to you @winterpower98, @fuocsniperbot98, @parano--vigilant, @fangirltothefullest, @random-pianist, @thesearcher1092, @champions-of-spirits, @madly-handsome, @crystrifoglio, @anotherphaseofpain, @5am-the-foxing-hour, @shoot-i-messed-up, @dillbugg, @an0therrand0, @ymmm-someone, @uwillneverknowwho, and anybody else on here that has touched my life (sorry if I missed anybody!) as well as the wonderful people I've met on other platforms too. You all have brought me so much joy. Yes, some of you can annoy the ever lovin HELL out of me sometimes, but I still love ya ;) Thanks for being a part of my life. You are all such wonderful people, each in their own way.

Winter, you are overflowing with kindness, understanding, and artistic talent that makes everyone who knows you see you as precious. I mean it. You are a beautiful precious bean. Anybody who doesn't see that is an idiot and I will fight them (and I wont be alone). You are always willing to listen, always ready to help, and always willing to learn and grow as a person. You accept everyone as they are and you are such a giving friend. You love what you love so purely and enthusiasticly too. Is it any wonder that anyone who knows you is ready to protect you with the ferocity that most people reserve for their favorite character and baby animals?

Fuoc, you are filled with chaotic energy, but also so much good and such a strong desire to help that you at times feel like a dnd character given human form. You are also a kickass artist! I love what you create and watching you put your own spin on things. You are a delight my wonderful rainbow demon seal and I am so lucky to have met you. ^_^

Celeste, you are a great listener and so brave and creative with your art. Not a lot of people are able to withstand the pressure to keep putting themselves out there like you do. You also have this... undercurrent of kindness that flows through your being. I'm not sure you're even aware of it, but it's always there and it's beautiful.

Toshi, you are just... you. A goose let loose on the world. You feel how you feel. You art how you art. Just... stream of conciousness randomness creating beautiful insanity. You own who you are and what you believe fearlessly. You work hard to achieve your dreams (even when your professors are being idiots) and harder to help your family. You deserve to be as kind to yourself as you are to others.

Random, you are cautious and walk the world like an adventurer exploring a cave with light steps and wide eyes, but when you share something, it's always worth it. Rather it's art, a story, or letting down a wall just enough to let yourself shine through. I love the caring talented person you are.

Blue, you are the embodiment of the kid in a candy store. Just so filled with bubbly pure excitement (with a bit of anxiety that tends to leak through at times *hugs*)! You apreciate things from rooftops, both creations and people. It's a sight to behold and absolutely contagious. I can't tell you how much I squealed when I seen your art of my story. I really did print it out ya know? I lost it in the move, so I plan on making another at some point. My new fridge requires art ;)

Josie? My dear? You are a doll. A tiny ball of hope, anxiety, and dreams. You care - just so much - about everybody. Strangers? Animals? Superiors? Friends? Family? It doesn't matter. You want to help them all. You will drive yourself into the ground to help someone. You will juggle as much as it takes. Your major in college was even picked BECAUSE of how much you want to help people! You are an amazing talented beautiful person who deserves all the love and appreciation in the world and your love of the written word is precious and contagious. Just... try to direct some of that beautiful carring nature towards yourself ya?

Madly. Madly, Madly, Madly. My fellow beautifully insane person and lover of dark things. We literally met brainstorming a serial killer! I love your dark sense of humor. Sometimes it's nice to just sit down with someone that I know wont get nightmares from darker story ideas and recommendations (or look at me like I must have something seriously wrong with me to come up with such things). You are that person. And you care. You really do. When you ask someone how they are, you mean it. You sincerely want to know. And you are so very... alive. It's the only way I can describe it. Just filled with... life. It's a beautiful thing.

Cryst, you are one of the people that inspired me to come on tumblr and share my first short story. You are wise beyond your years, kind, creative, and a real friend to those you know in real life and online. Your that person who always needs a tablet on hand because you never know when creativity will strike. You love the silly things and jokes, but you aren't afraid to roll up your sleeves and get down to business. You're also also a good listener and an honest editor and I'm so glad you seen my note on your speed paint. ^_^

Menace, you are the other person who inspired me to come to Tumblr and share my story, but instead of excitement (like Cryst), you used a gentle nudge and I think the one-two punch of the two of you is exactly what I needed. You my dear are made of feelings. You wear them like a cloak and they pour out of you with pure sincerity... and yet you somehow still have this quiet calm energy about you. It's like a flowing stream; calm and overflowing with life and movement at the same time. It actually comes through in your art and gives your pieces a very unique and beautiful feel. You're also kind and willing to listen. I know sometimes it feels like the world is on your shoulders, but I also know that you are filled with such great and beautiful things that sometimes are hidden just under the surface. Thank you for finding me.

Foxy? God. What do I even say about you? You dive in head first when you love something and make it your own. And when you don't like something? You don't play around with it either. You walk the world with a stubbornness that could put some bolders to shame, but because of it, you are honest about how you feel. You talk to a person because you like them, not because of social norms. You praise something because you think it's good, not to take it easy on somebody. It's actually very comforting. You're also silly and goofy and fun. You're empathetic and always trying to help out your readers, rather it's through asks, over tagging your creations, or making sure you balance your creations so they never end on a bad note. You are... you.

Shoot, you were my first reader. The first person to find me on this mess of a site. God. How confused were you when I practically wrote an essay thanking you for liking my little fic?! XD I've watched you grow and become the person you are and that person is pretty cool. Your desire to create comes in bursts. You live up to your username a little too much though and I desire to flick your ear when you worry so much. This momma bear says you are an amazing creator and a good friend and I'm proud of you ^_^

Dilly, you were always a hoot. I loved your stories and your creativity. It's been entirely too long since we've talked.

Rando, I haven't known you long, but I like you. You remind me of a kid rocking on their feet before jumping into a game of double dutch (type of jump rope with two ropes), hesitate and anxious, but still willing to jump in. I look forward to getting to know you more.

Ymmm, you are also fairly new, but I have had so much fun getting to know you. I think we started talking when I seen my phone was blowing up and realized you were going through and liking everything I've ever posted and reblogging half of it. XD You are fun, energetic, and you still read my tumblr even though I'm far less active than I used to be. I love your asks, your random messages, and chatting with you about nothing in particular. You are half the reason that I started getting back on occasionally to post things. ^_^

Who, you are the embodiment of a keysmash. Just stream of conciousness feelings and thoughts and all the things you love. It's a blast. You love to listen, you love to talk, and you love to have conversations about everything and nothing. It's wonderful to witness you finding something new and spazzing out over it. Your energy is infectious and sometimes it's nice to talk to someone who is cool with me talking in paragraphs. Case in point. Jesus. I think my point 2 went on a LITTLE long O_O

3. My cat Danny. He's a wonderful spoiled boy and a FANTASTIC ESA. He makes me laugh, he brings me comfort, and no matter what's going on, I know that this gray ball of crazy cat energy loves me.

4. Reseraching. Yes. I'm well aware that that's weird, but there's something about diving into something new and learning new facts and viewpoints that you never knew your entire life that is just so satisfying. Reading, experiments, or just talking to someone outside of my social circle. They all help me understand the world a little better and be more open minded. Some are simple (like learning how dice are made and what makes them more or less likely to be fair), some that seem simple at first turn out to be complex and nuanced (like black haircare, styling, and culture), and some are massive undertakings from the start (like intersex conditions). Each subject - from big to small - changes how I see the world.

5. Enjoying creations. I know that sounds vague, but I sincerely enjoy seeing what people create! As long as the creations aren't bigoted, odd are I'll love it because I love seeing the result of somebody take something from thought to reality. From classical art to fanfiction to my nephew's lego towers, each creation has it's own merit because each creation (even commissions) shows a part of the person that created it. After all, you can give five guitarists the same chord to play and no two sounds would be exactly the same. Now rather I actually like the end product of their creation varies. Some thing just aren't for me (like creepy pasta and country music). However, I can still appreciate that they made it.

On a side note, please don't be cruel to creators. Imagine there's a toddler still inside every creator who shows what they create. Some who are shy and fragile. Some who are overwhelmingly confident and proud. Some who just want to draw on the walls. All so easily crushed with a single hurtful word. Choose to see the good in what they make. Point out where they improved, tell them what you liked, and gently and tactfully pointing out small mistakes (like a typo or some other small overlooked thing) if you need to. And for god's sakes, don't be a bully.