#I hope they change up the debate format for the last debate

[the-crimson]

It’s really sad watching the evolution of the fandom’s perception of the Brazilians cuz I remember when they first joined and the Brazilian members of the fandom were happy that the streamers weren’t being criticized for their energetic and loud nature but now, that is exactly what is happening :/

Like I’ll admit I was harsh on Forever and Cellbit during the second debate because there was a disconnect in philosophy between the two sides of the debate and that frustrated me and I took bbh’s side because I understood his pov the best - but it never even occurred to me that they were “being too loud” or “taking over the debate” like????

These two are incredibly passionate about making the server a better and more fun place. Do I think they are playing into the federations hands? Yes, but so is everyone participating in the election, even the anarchists. Do I think they were being overbearing or talking over other people? No, they werent. At least not any more than everyone else?

This seems to be another evolution of the growing toxicity in the fan base. wasn’t it like last week when the fandom was tearing into the French for both being too into the lore and not into it enough depending on the member?

This is just the dsmp all over again T_T

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day nineteen: hate sex

>>> i’m really taking some liberties with this prompt LMFAOOOOO listen. y’all should just be thanking me this wasn’t a gojo kinktober. leave me be. also this is the first piece since my laptop kicked the bucket so PLEASE ignore the UGLY formatting i will fix it as soon as i get a new laptop.

>>> starring: satoru gojo x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: ghostie gojo jdjdfkgk, bestie nanami, uhh spankings, choking, doggy, prone bone, cream pie, pet names (sweetheart) and mean names (dickhead, asshole) >>> wc: 4.5k >>> event masterlist

everything was perfect. he was a great partner despite all the people that warned you that the special grade sorcerer was incapable of it. he was wonderful and sweet and considerate, even. he brought you lunch at work and took you on wonderfully lavish dates. he texted you constantly and showered you with gifts. you had only been together for a few months, though almost a year of history had led you here. you were happy, proving everyone who doubted your relationship wrong. until you realized that they were only trying to keep you from this reality.

“i love you, you know.” you told him, swinging your intertwined hands between you as he walked you home. this was a truth you’ve known since the relationship was too fresh to say such things, but a truth nonetheless. he hid it well in the moment, but that was the death sentence to a man like satoru gojo. he knew it was only a matter of time—yet his heart stopped in his chest, turning to steel before falling out of his ass. but he made sure his smile never faltered.

“oh yeah? i’ll add you to the list.” he chuckled, poking your side to make you laugh at the stupid taunt. it worked well enough, you didn’t seem to catch on to his avoidance. you didn’t chastise him for not saying it back, at least.

he walked you to your front door like normal. he gave you a goodbye and goodnight kiss like normal, he even smiled so genuinely and told you he’d call you in the morning—just like normal.

but when morning came, his call didn’t. no big deal, you thought, he’s a very busy man. once he gets some free time, he’ll call. but hours pass, and you don’t get so much as a text to apologize or let you know he was going to be late. you keep staring at his contact, debating whether or not you should bother or not for an hour or so. but a text couldn’t be too distracting, so you type something up.

‘good morning! or afternoon now, lol–i missed ur call, i hope ur having a good day!! call me when you can xx’

it doesn’t deliver. you furrow your brows and try it again, but it still doesn’t go through. you move to a different area of your house, thinking it was spotty reception in your bedroom. you try to send the text again—but it still doesn’t send. you try to call, your heart now pounding in your ears. something must have malfunctioned, right? after all your years as friends and these brief months exploring more—he wouldn’t just block you, right?

the phone call doesn’t ring, just an automated voice telling you that that the call couldn’t be completed as dialed. he blocked you. without so much as a hint to why. everything was perfect last night, he was all smiles and laughter, what could have changed? you want to call the only mutual connection you have—ieiri shoko—but decide it’s best not to involve her in the matter between two of her friends. it’s not tasteful and if there’s any chance of this being a misunderstanding, then taking it to your friends is the last thing you want to do. you could maybe ask nanami for advice at work in the morning—you wouldn’t go so far as to call them friends, but he’s how you met the strongest man alive. so he has to have some tips! yes, you’ll talk to nanami about it first thing tomorrow.

talk his ear off about it is more apt if you ask the grade one who merely dabbles in business work. he tried to be polite and listen to the tale—but your first mistake was in dealing with gojo in the first place. there was no advice in the world to fix that amount of stupid, especially if you were looking to get him back. but nanami catches the issue as soon as you recount the tale of your last conversation with the special grade.

“you told him that you love him?” he clarified with a raised brow. based on the judgment that flashes in his eyes, you know that was the wrong move. you huff in frustration.

“you introduced me to him—why would you set me up like this nanakun??” you pout, angrily folding your arms over one another. it’s a shitty attempt to take the heat off yourself, and nanami can appreciate it.

“hardly. he shoved his way in my office and you happened to be in there already.” he rolls his eyes. trust him, he did not want to see more of gojo—and dating his workplace’s secretary only meant that the annoying presence followed him even here. “i strongly advised against it. i knew we would end up here.”

you shoot him a glance, but his unamused face remains unchanging. you ignored everyone’s warnings, choosing the results he was giving you as reason enough for them to be wrong. did he enjoy leading you on and wasting his time? what was the game in all this?

“you shouldn’t have gone after him at all. but you definitely shouldn’t have told him you love him first.” nanami nearly seemed horrified. or what you imagined he would look like when horrified, eyes slightly widened and jaw dropped partially.

you bite the inside of your cheek. you didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. maybe it’s because you knew how you felt for so long. maybe it was just because satoru put you at ease—none of the reasons matter now.

“it’s hard for him to do serious. love is as serious as it gets.” nanami sighs wistfully. you were a nice girl who didn’t deserve to be another name on the list of hearts broken by satoru gojo. for your own good, you should forget all about him and sorcerers as a whole. you would be much better off. but something about that look on your face paired with the fact that he knows satoru has never been happier in his miserable existence makes nanami sigh. “he’s just afraid of committing. the only person he ever loved just up and left him one day. so just…try to let him go. let him come back if he wants—if you want. maybe then he’ll be ready.”

your heart warms at your friend’s words. it was clear he couldn’t care less if things worked out or not, but he wanted you to feel better. you smile softly at his words, “thank you nanakun, i’ll try to…let him go.”

you think you did a pretty good job of that. as time went on, you think you even managed to convince yourself you didn’t want him back at all. if he could just flake out on you—look you in the face and lie—you didn’t want him. no matter how sexy and sweet and strong he was, trust is the most important thing. you keep your head down and work hard, catching up with nanami and learning any updates on your sorcerer that way.

apparently he was casually dating around, but nothing nearly as serious as you. he made sure of that. he hadn’t heard an ‘i love you’ in years, and while he may have thought it at different times throughout the past couple of dates you’ve been on, he hadn’t said it. even thinking it was bad enough. that meant you held an unimaginable and concerning amount of power over him. that meant you could crush his soul into a million pieces. that meant you could ruin him—and he can’t go through that again. the possibility of handing himself over to deep and passionate love was beautiful in theory but terrifying in practice, and the thought of giving in just to lose a second time were odds he just wasn’t willing to gamble with.

so he did it first. if he broke your heart you couldn’t break his.

so why does he feel so bad? so empty? every pretty girl he carted around after that was a weak competitor. they were nice enough, but so shallow and boring—they treated him like everyone else. you were special. you treated him like a person. someone with feelings and dreams and regrets. you asked him questions. real questions that made him think about real answers, nothing surface level like his favorite color or movie. you wanted to know him. and he let you learn just some of his darkest days and you told him you love him anyway. and he ran away from you. goddamn. he’s his own worst enemy.

he shows up with flowers one day, six weeks after you’ve broken up—or he dumped you. it was a normal day until then, but it certainly wouldn’t be after. it was laughably large bouquet, it almost looked like he was struggling to hold it all. your eyes must look like two full moons based off of his amused yet apologetic smile. you have to make yourself stop your smile before it spreads.

“hi…” he said nervously, shifting his weight foot to foot. he messed up—how could he make up for it? “i was wondering—“

“leave.” your shaky voice manages to croak out, quickly looking down at your paperwork. you had to avoid his stare, surely he would figure you all out if he looked deep enough. nanami said to make him work for it.

“flowers aren’t your thing, huh?” he seems undeterred—in fact, he seems emboldened by your reaction. “that’s fine. i’ll leave them here…” he styles them on your desk, sweeping your stapler and pencil sharpener and organizers to the side to accommodate the large vase. you watch him carelessly move things about, forcing you to accept his gift.

“you’re annoying.” you groan, though the flowers are gorgeous. they’re the same kinds you pointed to when you went on a nature walk one time—something he swore he was going to hate but ended up being one of his favorite outings with you. you seemed to have that effect on him.

“i know! one of my better qualities, i think.” he hums happily, chlorinated pools of crystal blue stare at you over the lenses of his casual sunglasses. he traded in the blindfold in hopes of winning you back—he wasn’t above playing dirty, even if he was the reason he had to play at all.

“as opposed to? ghosting?” you raise your brow. he sighs. he doesn’t know what he expected. he knew you wouldn’t fall right back into his arms, but that biting look in your eye makes him wonder if he’s messed things up beyond repair. either way, he won’t go down without a fight.

“yes—that’s one of the bad ones.” he scrunches his nose in distaste. he bends at the waist to lean his elbows on your desk, propping his face up in his hands. “look sweetheart—“

you scoff, leaning back in your office chair with something akin to amusement. you fold your arms over your chest and arch your brow, and even though you are absolutely pissed, you still manage to make his heart skip a beat. “don’t call me that, you fucked me up. or does that it make you happier?”

“you think i’m bringing you flowers for my health or something? i’m trying to apologize!” he whines, tugging a lone flower out of the bouquet and extending it toward you. “i’m an asshole, i know, and i don’t deserve to call you sweetheart—“

“i don’t accept.” you tilt your nose in the air. he swears he can see the hint of a smirk on your lips, and he sighs. you hold the power yet again, but this time he’s going to allow it.

“what can i do to make it up to you? it was a mistake..i see that now.” he frowns, looking down at the pale pink petals brushing against his fingers.

“mm, yeah? i’m sure fucking a bunch of other women helped clear that up.” you look at the flower in his hand too, examining the brightness, the absolute perfection of the petals. it almost withers with the man holding it.

“wh-what?” he blinked rapidly. he hadn’t had sex with anyone—god no, he can’t do fleeting connections, and in his heart of hearts he knew that none of them would fill the void you left behind. but your jealousy…now that he could use. “aw, baby, just say you missed me. i could clear up some things for you too.”

you snarl at the insinuation, even more annoyed that he didn’t deny romping around with other women after dropping you like it was nothing.

“i’m sure you wish you could, baby, but i’m not sloppy seconds.” you take the flower and snap the stem, tossing it on your desk without second thought. he pouts at the gesture, deciding that words were no use on you, he hums. he knows how to handle this.

“no, but you are more delicious the second time.” he sings, and you get up from your desk in frustration. he was so irritating. did he think that he could just disappear on you like that and you’d just forgive him like nothing? you huff up at him, gathering all your stuff and shoving it into your office bag. nanami watches from the stairs—and he’s proud that you’re making gojo work for it, at least.

you stomp out of the office building with all the theatrics at your disposal, and it only makes satoru smirk as he walks after you. god you want him so bad, he thinks. he catches the office door before you can slam it closed behind you, sliding his palm across the wooden panels with a suave coolness. it’s like he has the situation completely under control, strolling leisurely after the little lady stomping and yelling at him over her shoulder. he knows he fucked up, and if you wanted to blast him through the city on your route home, then he’d smile and walk dumbly after you.

your heart was racing. he was still following you—and you knew if he cornered you alone, there would be no denying him. your brain was fighting hard enough to deny him back in the office already. your blood is boiling. why do you want him back so bad? he left you—is sleeping with other women, even, and you're letting him tail you to your house. you shut the door on him, but he just teleports into your living room anyways. you give him a look—not sure what else to say. ordering him out would be futile—as you didn’t want him to and he clearly wouldn’t obey.

he’s smug, sitting on your couch with one long leg crossed over the other one, his arm stretched across the back of the couch like he’s just waiting to put it around you. he stares at you knowingly, but that smirk is driving you insane.

“stop looking at me like that—and get out of my house.” you try meekly, at least you could say you could. your eyes narrow at his unmoving form and he can’t help but chuckle a little bit.

“you’re trying so hard to be mad at me, sweetheart.” he hums, arching a brow in amusement. he bats those long white eyelashes at you like he’s just ready for you to admit the truth and come crumble in his lap.

“i’m pissed, not trying that hard at all.” you scoff and shake your head, tossing your bag on the floor so that you may properly cross your arms at him. “you lied to my face, ghosted me, and now you’re acting like i’m being ridiculous for not accepting your flowers and taking you back?”

he shakes his head, a little nonchalant frown on his face. “you aren’t ridiculous for that—“ he stands and makes his way to you, not even bothering to hide the way he eyes you up and down. “you’re ridiculous for pretending you don’t want to. i could make this allll better if you’d just let me, sweetheart.”

his breath is as icy as his eyes when he leans down, brow arched like he’s asking a question. he is, you realize, he wants to know if you’ll let him.

“i never really slept with anyone, sweetheart. promise. was just trying to get you off my mind. didn’t work—made everything worse, actually. i got what i deserved.” he sighs softly, noting the hesitation on your face but the want in your eyes. he reaches a tentative hand to your face, giving you a soft smile when you let him touch you. “i’m sorry…you’re all i can think about. i just got nervous—i’m so stupid. beyond stupid—“

you smash your lips onto his to keep him from yapping. all he had to do was apologize. really apologize and mean it—but you would still punish him for walking away. you would make sure he could never do it again, lest he’ll never be able to get you out of his head even in death.

his hands grab at your dress, pulling you against his body in one fluid motion. the kiss changes moods entirely. the room feels like it’s buzzing now, his passion felt through the way he moves. he slides over your ass, kneading and fisting the fat with a groan into your mouth. you step into him, backing him to the couch. he grins against your lips like always—his kiss was warm and apologetic, lips hurriedly slotting over yours in an effort to make up for his transgressions.

he falls into a seat, pulling you into his lap with him. he sees your plan, and won’t go down without a fight. he promised to straighten you out after all. but letting you think you’re in charge was adorable, so he didn’t mind to indulge in it. you push his chest back with your own, grabbing his chin in your hand roughly. his back hits the couch and he can’t hold back his little giggle as his hands follow the paths of your body, though a satisfied hum follows at the feeling.

“you are sorry—a sorry piece of shit.” you huff, repeatedly kissing him over and over with all the anger you’ve been pinning up for the past few weeks without him. he grunts lowly, opening his mouth to invite you deeper. you take his willingness as a gift, plunging your tongue in his mouth and making sure yours stays in control. he tastes like honey and cinnamon, and it was a taste you missed more than you let yourself believe.

“pieces of shit must be your type though.” he sasses, standing up with you on his lap. he knows where your room is based on his extensive stays over, it’s nearly muscle memory for him to kick your door open with the point of his shoe, smiling up at you like no time had passed —like no bad blood had resulted from it. he throws you down like you weigh nothing, though he takes a seat on the side. upon hearing you gasp at his words, he scoffs and shakes his head. “don’t even think about it. i’ll fuck it out of you anyway.”

you can’t deny the way your body tingles and warms at his command. he’s usually soft and sweet, just rough enough to satisfy any cravings of yours—but he never struck obedience into your soul. your mouth closes, and he chuckles a little bit at your change. “that’s better. now if you wanna keep poppin’ off with attitude, i’ll get nasty instead of the sweet apology i planned for you.”

you roll your eyes, he was testing it. “don’t tempt me—“ you huff, a little annoyed at how easily your body gives up. you didn’t want to give him the ego boost of obedience, so you give him the attitude requested. “you messed up—i’ll talk to you however I want—“

he sighs and tugs at you, pulling your body at will. he splays you across his lap—long legs hanging over the edge of your bed. your dress is shoved up over your ass, and the tiny string of your thong is drawn back and snapped against the flesh. it makes you squeal a little in surprise, but you would be lying to say you didn’t want more.

“oh i’m a piece of shit, who are these for, nyeh?” he flicks your panties again, the sensation a small pleasurable sting.

“you dumped me—they’re for whoever i want.” you huff at him, even if his jealousy makes your heart warm. he slaps the fat of your ass lightly, humming at the way you jolt.

“yeah?” he smacks your other side, “i didn’t fuck anybody though. knew i needed you.” he spanks the same spot, the sting intensifies so wonderfully and makes your head spin. you can’t help the little moans that leave you with every slap.

“didn’t fuck anybody either, dickhead.” you pant, tossing him a glare over your shoulder. his free hand comes to grab your throat, sinewy warm and soft fingers wrap around your column with a tight grip—though not enough to restrict any airflow, of course. his cock stabs into your side at the sight. he grins brightly, almost sadistic in nature.

“you’re silly.” he hums, squeezing your throat until your eyes cross a little. he hums at you, the vision enough to make him painfully hard, but he always knows when to let up. he slaps your ass in conjunction with his little squeeze. he knows how to keep your eyes on him— repeatedly shaking his head, like he disapproves of you. “so pretty though. but mouthy.” he tsks, giving you a punishing spank to your tender skin. he hums pleasantly at the way your skin breaks a little, his red handprints making their way to the surface. “can’t even accept an apology. what do you want me to do, sweetheart?”

you can’t deny the wetness pooling in that skimpy thong. the stinging through your ass only makes your brain fog worsen, need was the only thing on your mind. he was so strong and sexy, and he was trying to make it up to you. you suppose you could…hear him out. that didn’t mean you were back together.

“fuck me—i’ll make my decision based on your performance.” you purr in his lap, wiggling your branded ass. he groans, you’re going to tease when you look like this? he woulda proposed if you asked him to if it meant you were all his again. commitment didn’t scare him so much anymore. you were as angry as ever and you still smiled when you saw him. you still let him follow you back home to plead his case. even if you didn’t have much a choice, you hardly even put up a fight. and he knew what that meant: you weren’t nearly as angry as you were trying to be.

“oh i’ll fuck you, sweetheart. let’s see if you can take it.” he hums so innocently, scooting you off his lap and onto all fours. he slides your thong to the side, laughing giddily at the sight of your soaking cunt. you definitely weren’t as mad as you were trying to be. “god look at this ocean—i almost feel bad for ya. trying to be such a meanie t’me when i’m the only one that can make it better.”

he wrestles with his pants, pushing them to his knees with haste. precious time was ticking, and stripping completely was a waste of it. he nearly sighs in relief when he frees himself, pumping his length fluidly. you whine at the time it’s taking him to fuck you, wiggling your cute rear and huffing.

“takin’ too long—“ you can’t finish your sentence before you cry out, his cock splitting you open just as you asked for. your walls felt like coming home, and every squeeze you give him was like a warm hug. he can’t believe he denied himself this for weeks just because you said something he’d been dying to hear from someone who meant it his entire life.

“better?” he asks, using your plush hips as his handlebars. this was why you would never be able to move on from him no matter the advice and warnings and every sign in the world telling you ‘no satoru gojo!’ he was just too good, he knew you all too well and your body craved and needed him like water. he fit in your cunt like he was built to, every pump of his cock left you gripping the sheets in an effort to hold yourself up, which you can only do for a few more seconds. “what, too hard? i thought you wanted to be fucked, little one?”

you’re stuck in a silent scream, unable to answer him. you feel like you can feel him in your lungs, his hips absolutely bullying yours. he admires your deep arch even though you’ve fallen forward, your ass rippling into his pubic hair so perfectly he had to reward you with some grunts and groans of his own. he lays over your back, cooing his praises in your ear.

“there she goes, now she’s taking good dick. can’t believe you almost wasted a thong like this— good thing i stay around, yeah?” he shoves your forward just a bit, off his cock and face first into your pillows. you whine at the loss, but he flattens your legs and sits on top of them—squeezing his cock between your thighs and ass, guiding his dick back in. you mewl at the new sensation. how could he possibly be deeper? “awww, that’s a good girl. letting me fuck ya like i hate ya when i’m just trying to prove that i love you too.”

you clench when he says it, moans intensifying as he uses you in this new position. he smirks, you’re adorable. laying there screaming for him with a gorgeously painted ass and a perfect body taking all the force behind his thrusts. “you still love me, sweetheart?”

you nod eagerly, your moans borderline animalistic. “yes—fuck, yes i do, i love you satoru!” you feel him so deeply in your stomach that you can’t keep holding back. it felt like a rubber band snapped as you squeeze around him and cover him with your essence. he keeps going, eyes trained on your recoil and the white ring you left at the base of his cock. your confirmation only drives him crazier, your limp body beneath him taking his increased pace like a champ—little overstimulated moans the only sound he can hear.

“gonna cum in this pretty pussy to show you how much i love you.” he groans, picking your body up in one strong arm to hold you down on his cock. you feel the rush of heat and shudder, the fact he was willing to deal with the consequences of cumming inside alone made you want more of him—until he couldn’t cum anymore. he holds you up, luckily enough— you wouldn’t be able to do it yourself—and places soft kisses to your neck. he hums, enjoying the taste of your skin slightly sweaty and warm from his love. he stays inside you, he can’t bring himself to move just yet, but he sighs in content.

“so…we back together?”

[catt-nuevenor]

The Future

Time to establish what's going to happen from this point forwards.

The vast majority of you have been exceptionally patient this last year, and for that you have my deepest thanks. You've given me the time to not only write a book, but edit it, and send it off to literary agents, something I would have long given up on doing without the continued support of those who enjoy my writing.

Now that the book is off doing the rounds independently, it's time I got back to Myrk Mire.

Originally Myrk Mire was built in ChoiceScript, a scripting language created by the Choice of Games company. Choice of Games control what is done with their script, understandably, they own it. This does pose some restrictions. I can't, for example, release any paid material built using ChoiceScript unless it is directly through their publishing label. If I do publish under their label, I maintain IP or Intellectual Property Rights, however I also grant them the exclusive rights under perpetual license to publish the multiple choice game 'electronically'.

Source: Choice of Games.com

As you can see from the outline above, they do make exceptions for stories published in non-competing formats, and for sequels, prequels, and spin-offs. However, traditional publishing houses might require stricter control over IP, distribution, and exclusivity. It will only become more and more complicated as things progress, and being locked into a perpetual license agreement of any nature is not a decision to make lightly.

As some of you may be sensing from the tone of all this so far, I'm going to be moving Myrk Mire away from Choice of Games and ChoiceScript, and into a new medium/format.

After tinkering, and trialling with a few alternatives, I've decided to go with Renpy. Renpy, while largely used for visual novel style games and stories, provides a very workable framework for interactive fiction, and is an Open Source script, it isn't beholden to publishing contracts, licence cost, or exclusivity.

I'm not going to be diving into transferring Myrk Mire right away, it's a huge piece of writing, in an entirely different scripting language, and as previously stated, there are a lot of changes I want to implement with the cast. Instead, I'm creating a trial story: One Háḟest Day. My Patrons have been aware of all this for about a month or so, and have already seen some previews.

One Háḟest Day takes place in Aldmirham before the events of Myrk Mire, around the time the Main Character and the Wanderers first arrived in town. The reader will have the choice to follow one of the romanceable characters through a single day, with opportunities to explore their lives and relationships before the Main Character and Child come along. I hope it will provide a proving ground for the changes that previously caused debate, and an opportunity for people to try out the new format and interface.

My plan is to distribute One Háḟest Day through Itch.io, working with their early access framework and voluntary payments for such as soon as one of the character routes is ready to play from beginning to end, updating regularly with the other characters as they too are completed, and with additional features as required. Once the full game is complete, I will release a separate full build with a set minimum price that can be discussed with the community as we move forwards.

At the second, I'm aiming for a web hosted format and a desktop/laptop downloadable format, with phone compatibility to come later down the line once things are stable.

I will post production updates and info when I can to tumblr, though a lot of what I'm doing now is very python coding heavy, so perhaps not that interesting?

I've included some screenshots below of very early development, featuring a Character Log and Word Log that I hope will allow readers to more easily navigate the story. I'm toying with the idea of having a Mysteries Log as well that will keep track of snippets of information gleaned from each character's route, but that can be a tinkering feature for now.

Let me know your thoughts, concerns, or excitement, though do keep all messages objective and polite.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hey!! how are you? I saw your requests were open and I had an idea. I would love a day with tan maybe after a tiring mission but he’s back and falling back to same routine together. like waking up together, getting ready together (maybe a shared shower 🧐), making breakfast together (while annoying eachother, so stupid shit like tickling, or smacking eachothers butt which I honestly think y/n or reader whatever whoever prefers to call it smacks tans butt more often mostly to annoy him), eating together, chilling, watching movies etc, also probably ordering in for dinner and both of them not being able to decide on what to get and ending up just getting something simple like pizza. getting ready for bed. basically just fluff, a bit of romance and annoying eachother through out the day. this might be a lot for one thing so I trust with whatever u do with this idea will be lovely and a great read 💓

hii my angel!! this is so cute, I love it!! I changed the format of which I usually write, so that I could include all the ideas you gave. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

DAY AT HOME.

tangerine x fem!reader — fluff

word count. 464

It was the first morning since Tangerine returned home from a mission, and as if it was muscle memory, both of you had slipped back into routine - doing things together as if no time had passed.

It all started with cuddles in bed as you adjusted to the day, snuggled into his side as he played with the ends of your hair - fingers twirling the strands as you both looked out into the gloomy sky through the window. Peace and quiet, and the way it should be - Tangerine back home safe.

After a little while lounging in the warmth of the bed, you reluctantly followed his orders to get up, though you were far too comfortable to move. So, to him, the only way to get you out would be the promise of a shared shower, and naturally, it worked like a charm.

Once both of you had washed and dried, you dressed for the day in comfy clothes, him in pyjama bottoms and a plain tee, you in sweats and one of his hoodies.

Each of you make your way downstairs, heading for the kitchen as if it were instinct to prepare breakfast together. Doing things seamlessly, as if neither of you had to think about it - you were washing and cutting fruits while he peeled and cubed potatoes on the counter next to you. Without as much as a discussion, you made your favourite breakfast. The room filling with smells of cooking and sounds of faint laughter, kisses and small taps on the ass.

You ate at the kitchen table, sat side by side, joined at the hip as you eased into the late morning.

After cleaning the mess of making breakfast and letting your food settle, you both head for the living room - one of you closed the curtains while the other flicked on the lamps, wanting the space to be cosy. Both settling on the sofa under the blankets, you snuggle into your lover's side as he works the tv controller.

Many hours and movies go past before either of you realise the time - far too occupied with one another to check your phones. After elaborate discussion and debate, you finally decide what to order for your dinner and settle on pizza from your favourite local shop.

After dinner and another quick movie, he suggests it's time to leave the dents you've been curating in the sofa - offering some fresh air with him out the back door while he has a smoke break.

For the last portion of the night, you continue your shared nighttime routines - washing in a shared bath before heading to bed, snuggling the same way you did this morning, ready to repeat it all again the next day.

this definitely isn’t my best, my bad😶

[equallyshaw]

summer in la | jack hughes

@katyleblumme: summer break in la went swell ✌🏻

tag: jackhughes, katybff

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@katyleblumme: ALSO jacky has lice in the third pic (; @jackhughes: you are not allowed to come to jersey, i revoke your access @lhughes_06: i also revoke your access @trevorzegras: its fine, my beach house is big enough for the both of us @katyleblumme: yeah because you divorced jamie !!! i will never forgive you @trevorzegras: it wasn't my fault ! @jamiedrysdale: it sure as hell wasn't my fault @katyleblumme: you promised you wouldn't break up @katyleblumme: im a child of divorce @jackhughes: how dare u two @trevorzegras: im not commenting on this matter anymore, you can all call my lawyer @katyleblumme: ill just call daddy brisson @jackhughes: katyyyyyyyy @katyleblumme: what? @brendanbrisson: *closes insta and gauges both my eyes out* @katyleblumme: its not my fault he's hot @_quinnhughes: shut up katy @katyleblumme: you're uninvited to my bday over winter break @_quinnhughes: good! i didn't wanna go in the first place @katyleblumme: i also revoke cat uncle privileges @_quinnhughes: dont bring clementine into this

@jackhughes: loml @katybleblumme: thankyou cat dad 😌

@jackhughes: never want to leave ): @katyleblumme: i dont want u to leave either ... only one more semester 🤍

@katysbff: mom and dad 🙈 @jackhughes: adopted child 🫡

@lhughes_06: so this is what you were up to @_quinnhughes: the audacity he had to not come home

@_quinnhughes: you seem nice @katyleblumme: you seem nice too as if i haven't known you for 6 years already 🤝🏻 @trevorzegras: man, my life has been worse since knowing you @katyleblumme: you should be so lucky

@dylanduke: The term summer vacation or summer break refers to a school break in the summer between school years and the break in the school academic year. Students are off anywhere between two weeks to three and a half months. Depending on the country and district, staff might be partially or fully excluded. @katyleblumme: oh my goodness dyl, i had no idea !! @ethanedwards: good thing dylan only comments useful info

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@jackhughes: this is a katy le blumme fan account, incase you didn't know.

tag: katyleblumme

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@trevorzegras: I didn't know, so thanks for the clarification @katyleblumme: 😎 😎

@lhughes_06: can we go back to regular scheduled ad posts now @katyleblumme: your days are numbered small child @lhughes_06: last time I checked im 6 feet and ur *checks notes* 4'11 so back off satan @katyleblumme: youre so lucky i live cali cuz i'd end your life so quickly @alexturcotte: she would, dont even try with satan's spawn @trevorzegras: ^^^^ RT RT @_quinnhughes: this is insta zegras, not twitter @mattybeniers: didn't you know it's X now? @_quinnhughes: shut up matty

@elblue6: katy is my favorite @katyleblumme: youre my favorite too mama h🫶🏻 @lhughes_06: mom no @_quinnhughes: not our mom @jackhughes: its okay, im still the favorite child @lhughes_06: that's up for debate @_quinnhughes: well it def ain't you lu @katyleblumme: omg ladies, take it to the group chat

@nicohischier: I have the first pic to look forward to in jersey, i presume? @katyleblumme: hi nics! and yes, u do and im not apologizing @nicohischier: lovely

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changed the format just a bit...i hope it looks fine?

but please like and reblog if you liked this! it would mean the world🫶🏻

[incarnadinedreams]

There are a couple common claims about things MXTX has said in author's notes which I just wanted to make a little note-to-self with the exact context/source of because they keep coming up again and again. I find that between general translation issues and then further filtered through summaries and offhand comments and then repurposed for... uh let's just say spirited debate, they tend to be presented as much stronger or more emphatic or more serious statements than the impression I got when reading them in context (the translated versions, of course!).

'Morally perfect' comes from the postscripts (published by Exiled Rebels as chapter 113.5):

Both WWX and LWJ are highly ideal characters, so there wouldn't be too much dispute on their moral standing. They're perfect as the protagonists. Of course, I do like WWX a lot, but if I'm looking for a boyfriend, sorry, I'll only have LWJ please.

This is the same postscript where she talks about the difficulties of publishing on the timeline she did and how she was worried the structure of the novel would do badly in serialized/webnovel format, how Xue Yang was like a has-been internet idol in the comments section compared to the Jiang Cheng haters (lol), how she threw everything she liked about an ancient setting in a pot and changed whatever she liked without any intention of historical accuracy at all, etc. So the focus of the postscript wasn't like a morality essay or anything, just offhand comments and notes and trivia.

'MXTX wants us to be like Wangxian' comes from the final author's note of the last extra (ExR ch. 126):

Without care for anything at all, I shall give the entirety of my soul to the pen and the paper.

I no longer like to tell my readers, 'I love you.' These words are too light, and yet these words are too heavy.

I hope each of you who enjoys this book can be like Lan WangJi in virtue and Wei WuXian in character.

P.S. I received the help of many in the publication process.

There's more before and after, from talking about how she decided the type of story she wanted it to be, outlining process, and then after she goes on to thank her editors, the webnovel platform, supportive friends, etc.

Whether any given person cares what her opinion is out-of-text or not is another matter of course! But since it gets brought up so much as if they're very serious Word Of God proclamations... well... it's probably pretty obvious my opinion/interpretation lands in the 'it's not supposed to be that serious, bruh' category.

Though even if it were meant to be super serious I'd personally still be like, 'well that's just like, your opinion, random author lady.' But at the same time, these quotes tend to be used in a way that gives a distorted impression of how serious and thorough they were intended to be and often add confusion.

Also I don't think MXTX is saying we should go feed a guy's fingers to a ghost child in front of him while he's forced to eat his own leg but that's really just wild speculation and assumption on my part, maybe she would appreciate that idk.

[sheep-from-rad]

Imagine sagau cult au except reader is the protag in the song zange mairi KSHDJSBS

Zange Maire SAGAU Notes: Inbox tackle! Inbox tackle! So like RIP me, I overlooked my schedule and then the last thing I know is that tomorrow is my 4th year college enrollment. Oh well…fuck :D Warnings: yandere (this is normal but like I need to add warning like this for some people) Masterlist

‘What is a god without power?’ 

The proper question to ask was ‘What is a long path without a clear destination?’You do remember falling from the sky but instead of falling to the ground and breaking all your bones, an anemo slime prompt caught your form and delivered you to safety. Well, Teyvat for you was safe at first until their true nature came knocking at your door. You fixed the mask you donned as you carefully stepped on top of the serpent’s skull. 

Yashiori Island is a dangerous island to be in and having you finish the quest to calm the storm made its bite just a little weaker. Your steps made a few creaking sounds akin to the thunder that once raged through the island but it wasn’t loud enough to disturb the child (Kid Kujirai) who stood at the mouth of the skull and was still waiting for someone to play with him. You don’t mind playing and interacting but you already lost trust in the world to begin with. 

You took a seat on the snout of the serpent, keeping one of your legs folded and the other on the side so you can get up fast. What is a god without power? It is one question that never once phrased in your head. Not until you were suddenly thrusted into this world and not until you learnt that your beloved characters already had your life planned for you. 

You placed a few dandelions on your side, a foreign flower in an eternal land. Dandelions are said to grant wishes but until the stray souls in Yashiori, no loved ones of yours are getting your wish to be carried by the wind. You watched the dandelions float gently on the breeze before carefully descending  from the skull. 

Nothing much changed when you first step foot in Teyvat, enemies are still enemies, some just happened to have a change of mind like the slimes. If you get spotted by maddened samurais and treasure hoarders, you can trust the fatui to protect you but you can never trust them not to try and take you. 

You quietly opened your wing glider and flew yourself to the nearest waverider. Without the game’s UI or a handy watch, it is nearly impossible to tell what time it is. It might only be 10 pm but you don’t want to risk getting caught under the sun. 

The waverider paddled fast in the waters with its windows open. The remaining dandelions on your hand got carried by the strong winds that sailing gave. The boat finally made a stop at the back of your current resident for this month until given notice, Tenshukaku. You’ve always envisioned entering Inazuma and wandering through the brightly lit streets but right now the back of the islands are the safest for you. You debated with yourself for a moment before deciding to climb the rock formation instead. You can always use the thunder sakura boughs to propel yourself up but that will just risk your safety. 

“I heard the harvest was good last time. My children are still fed even though the salary system is a bit slow. I hope next month’s harvest will be as good as the last time!” 

“For sure our highest god is here in our nation after all. I heard that they left Liyue twice flourishing when they resided there for a little while.” 

You bit your lip bitterly. There is no god, you just happened to be the unlucky player that is playing the game. Without the player’s controls you have nothing to protect yourself with. You can only rely that a playable character is near you to keep you safe. You don’t have the power to bless the lands, it was the work of the dendro and hydro users. The flourishing farms and the fish filled lakes are all their works and not of yours. 

‘What is a god without power?’ You successfully climbed the back fence of Tenshukaku only to be greeted by two pairs of purple eyes. You forgot puppets doesn’t sleep and Sara is always at her beck and call. “Your grace, you’re not a cat and it’s not safe for you to be outside.”  The answer to the question in your opinion, a god without power is nothing but a prisoner for its followers.

Taglists: @chihawari / @tinandabin

@zuri-feather / @eccedentesiast-sapphic

[darnthatsureisalotofdragons]

Why I’m leaving your community:

(The long answer that I can't format well on Twitter)

There is a short answer to this.

Like there’s a “This whole post could have ended in the less than amount of characters that are before this period”.

But that wouldn’t do this whole thing justice. There has been so much thought put into this. So much tossing and turning how to best go about it. If this was something I even wanted to do. I will not be using specific people's names; I don’t want anyone to feel that I’m calling someone out in particular. Honestly, I hope that EVERYONE who reads this gets something out of it, not just the community leaders that I’m asking to think about how they operate. How they are forming their spaces. How it’s harming the people around them.

There isn’t really a formal “start” of my thinking for this, so I’ll start with the beginning of formulating this post. It happened during a seemingly unrelated event. Our philosophy department invited someone from the community to talk about food systems and how we interact with that. Trust me, I’m not leaving because of your food choices. Instead of me pulling something from the actual topic of the talk, it was rather a general trend that this person brought up that got me thinking. It was the idea of hypocrisy. How should we go about saying things if our actions are something different? If I claim to care about the planet and say we should reduce our greenhouse emissions, it wouldn’t make a lot of sense if I turn around and take a private jet everywhere, would it? I strive to put in the work to match my words.

It would have just stayed at that. No need to put any extra thought in. But I couldn’t. In the audience was a philosophy professor I’ve had a couple times now. The last time I talked to her was at a panel about the genocide in Palestine. I wasn’t able to talk to her, just a quick wave and hello. I kept thinking about that original panel I saw her at in relation to this new one. I couldn't shake the feeling that I could be doing more. Talk more about the hard stuff. In context of this talk? Maybe the harsh labor conditions that people have to work in with little pay. Maybe the mistreatment of animals, and the horrendous conditions they are in. I keep thinking back to it. And it raised a horrific question that changed how I saw some of the communities that I’m in.

Is the safety of others political?

This question is meant to be a trap. Go ahead and think about the answer. Do the animals we inhabit this world with deserve to have shelter and nourishment? This includes us human animals, in case that needs to be clarified. Do our fellow living beings on this planet live an inherently political existence?

Some time ago, my clear answer would be no. It is not political. I would think about the hierarchy of needs; that all creatures need food, water, shelter and rest. These were so basic, that it would be inhuman to not let everyone exist with these.

And yet here we are.

This is political. Everything is fucking political even if it shouldn’t be.

As a personal example, my existence is political. People are debating if I should get healthcare, if I should even exist. People who think that I’m messed up in the mind, that I’m a predator, that I should end my life to remove myself from their world. That’s just a political thing about who I am. It’s political to ask to not have to live paycheck to paycheck. It’s political to ask to be able to afford a place to live. It’s political to ask that gun laws be tighter. It’s political to have autonomy of my own body. It’s political to ask for the end of a genocide that has killed over 33,000 people in Gaza in the past six months.

To claim to not be political is to claim that these hardships do not exist. That the hard conversations to try and help people can not be had.

This next section is about someone specific. I debated even putting it in. In the end, I feel like I have to. I think about it far too often to leave it out.

I spoke to someone during a strike week that Palestinians asked for. A strike that Palestinians hoped would bring attention to their genocide; that someone would finally take action to try and stop Israel. I asked them why they were streaming. Originally, they canceled the stream that day and had not even planned on going live. “I thought you weren’t streaming because of the strike?” I was wrong. I was “too political”. And it hurts. This happened months ago and I still keep thinking about it. I almost dared to ask them something to push the envelope: “Why didn’t you just do nothing then?” To be silent is to be complicit with what’s going on, but I would be better than actively going against the strike. It wouldn’t be interacting with resources on social media, or reading about Palestine, talking about it to others, but it wouldn’t be negative. To this day I wish I was confrontational. If they wouldn’t budge and it ruined our friendship, I don’t think it would have mattered. I’m leaving anyway.

That’s why this is being written. To think that you can avoid politics is impossible. To have me in your community is political. I wish it wasn’t that way, but that is how it is right now. I’m leaving your community if you say you don’t allow politics.

I’ve decided not to ask anyone to leave my community though. Not yet. I want to have a conversation; I want people to think more about the world they live in. Feel free to reach out and talk to me about it. Come with an open mind. Think about how your life is political, and how much privilege it means to not have faced that fact before.

[bookdragonlibrary]

Hey !

Longtime follower here ! I'd love to get your insight on an issue, and I know I can count on you, when I read all your detailed and well written responses.

One issue plaguing the YJ community is the infamous debate of the timeskips, I personally think it didn't do any favors for YJ. I would have preferred to keep the one season, one year format, while progressing in the main subplot (Vandal savage VS Darkseid VS JL& The Team).

What's your take on this ? What would your plan of each season look like ?

Thank you for your ask and following me :)

As you could have seen, I love Young Justice writing! That's why it's even funnier and more interesting to analyse!

About the time format, I think YJ shouldn't limit the story to happen in one year just to mimick the first season, but has a rythmn according to the story's needs. But I can see the appeal of keeping the same formule so to speak to write the story. But I wouldn't let limit me and my creativity to tell the story and the pace it needs. As a writer, let's say the series is a book saga and the tied-comics like short novels to explore more the universe and the characters but with stories that are shorters than for the main saga. That is what I'm planning for my own work :)

That was the short answer, let's keep going for the long one! :D

For the timeskip. There is good and a bad consequences from it. The good is it's flesh out YJ world and make the DC lore in one coherent world. The characters continue to grow between big events happening in seasons, just like real people.

The bad consequence is for us, viewers, as we are a little lost at the beginning of the season about the changes. But we need to keep in mind that YJ was supposed to be a multicanal storyline with the series but also videogame (where Tula dies) and comics. Young Justice should have more tied-comics to explain and explore the stories between seasons and to develop more specitic characters who don't have a lot of screen time. But the main problem is DC Universe now Warners Brothers don't invest much in Young Justice but instead make DCU movies and we know the quality of them compared to YJ and the animated films (that I 100% recomand if you didn't watch them yet!!).

My plan is the last season seems to be a building for a supposed (let's hope!) five season with Darkseid and Vandal as the main antagonists and each sub-story of the 4th season was to build it up and explain to us the many changes there will be between season 3 and 5 so we won't be lost like at the beginning of season 2 and 3. So it feels like season 4 was the first part of season 5 if you see what I mean?

I don't know if you know this series as it's a French one but Wakfu (it's on Netflix if you want to try it ;) ) has a similar storyline with a main series which will end with its 4th season on January, OST that could be a long film and a manga series. But the same universe also has an online videogame WOW-like called Dofus, a manga series with the same name, films and series with different characters, sometimes at different time periods. You can read the Dofus manga or watch only Wakfu and you won't feel lost about the story. Because it's not made like the MCU where you have to see multiple series on Disney+ just to watch one film on theatre...

Wakfu works because it's the same studio who makes all of that (their name is Ankama). Young Justice is a gold pile the producers are sitting on because they don't invest on it... If the writers have the whole freedom than Anakama has, we wouldn't feel bad about the timeskips because we would have more content to fill the gap :)

I hope that answer your ask and give you another point of view :p

[wizardheart83]

Rings of Power Analysis Part #5

Back to this format cause aesthetics

Durins 4 and 3 Vs Míriel and Palantir

Both are sets containing a ruler and an adult child. In both cases the ruler has access to mystical knowledge beyond the reach of most people ( the collective wisdom of past dwarf kings and Palantir’s palantir).

No moms, nowhere no sir, except Durin 4’s whose memory is a stick in the fight between him and his dad and everyone gets more beat up for it.

In both cases the adult heir to the throne is being hemmed in by the actions of their father.

Because of Palantir’s reforms Míriel walks a tightrope trying to be faithful but project agreement with the majority of her people. Because Durin 3 is holding onto the status quo that has worked well for his people and allowed them to thrive, his son Durin 4 feels frustrated and unable to enact plans he feels could bring them still more success. Durin 4 walks a tightrope between loyalty to his king and loyalty to himself and his friend. Interesting differences:

The royals in our two plots are asking fundamentally different questions.

Can khazad dum advance? vs Can Númenor be saved?

Both kings seem to be landing on “no” or maybe “not like that” but in different ways and by different means.

Palantir’s last scene shows him confused but hopeful, still believing that his daughter can turn the people to the old ways and save the island. But he doesn’t think that going to middle earth will help, and he believes it will be ruinous for at least Míriel.

Míriel and Palantir are/ were partners, carrying the secret of the wave and grappling with hope and fear together as Palantir declines, leaving Míriel alone, but not by his own choice.

King Durin has presided over a time of positive and rapid change and his rejection of Durin 4’s plan is seemingly based in the belief that that can continue without the risks associated with mithril.

The Durins are increasingly adversarial as the season goes on. They have different values and can’t bridge the gap, despite love and fealty binding them. Durin 3 in a sense abandons Durin 4 but it’s a pained act, he takes no joy in it .

Thus Durin 4 like Míriel, ends the season with a future in some serious doubt.

I’ve been tracking ambition in these, and of the two, Durin 4 is more openly ambitious but it’s debatable. Miriel is queen regent, vulnerable and powerful in equal measure. she’s on the tightrope over a populist uprising that could take the line of Elros off the throne for the first time since Numenor was founded and if she fails every still living soul she’s ever known or seen or had a passing thought about prior to Galadriel’s arrival dies horribly. Durin 4’s home will at best be more awesome, if he succeeds, or at worst stagnate (as far as he knows).

Míriel has more to lose, so what she personally wants is necessarily secondary to what she feels she can do without failing at her one very difficult job.

The above makes it hard to judge coloring in the line status as well … shall we call that “lawfulness”?

What does this show have to say about the tensions between being a good king and being a good father? Palantir has, we can infer, lost the ability to see Miriel by his end, to the extent that he can’t tell it’s not miriel in the room, but he talks clearly to his heir. Durin 3 turns his back on his son after looking him in the eyes and removing the symbol of his status as heir. (god this show has stuff to say about fathers, so much, but that’s another post)

The fates of these kingdoms and of the two adult children of their once rulers will be something to watch.

Both are at the end separated from the ones who incited much of the upheaval in their lives, our final pair Elrond and Galadriel. Look for that one tomorrow, probably. Then maybe some attempt at a conclusion but the show is in its earliest days so don’t count on that, this is a time for questions more than answers I think.

Ps if Durin 4 and Miriel parallels are your thing, this may interest you

[thedragonemperess]

I don't really know how to format writing stuff on Tumblr, so sorry in advance.

This is a Doc Angst & Doc/Sheriff oneshot I wrote last night. Rated around M/T (couldn't really decide), and trigger warnings for a gun and mentions of suicide under the cut. It's 2,011 words.

(Here's the Ao3 link!)

Doc haphazardly threw the basket and blanket into the backseat of the Hornet before shutting the door and hopping in the front seat. He had been wanting to get away from town for a while now, but he didn't want to venture too far away. He figured that he would just bring some sandwiches and a book down to the butte and spend the evening there, alone. At least, that was the plan until Sheriff knocked on the passenger window.

Doc hesitantly slid over to roll down the window. Sheriff crossed his arms on the window sill, leaning into the vehicle.

"I don't mean to intrude, but where are you heading?" he asked, casually.

In any other life, Doc would have thought Sheriff was about to give him a ticket. But by the looks of it, he was on his way back to the station, most likely checking out for the night. By all means, he was still on-duty, but the town had been mostly empty for a while now, so the odds for him being there were slim to none.

"Why? You want to come?" Doc shot back.

Sheriff laughed. "If you're offering, but I'd have to change out of my uniform, first."

"I keep a spare change of clothes in my glovebox," Doc informed with a shrug. He had originally started making a change of clothes in there in case he decided to skip town again, but now it was simply an old habit that refused to die.

Sheriff tried not to roll his eyes. "And where would I be changing?"

"In the Hornet when we get there. There's not like there'll be any people around," Doc replied with a slight shrug.

The longer their conversation went on, the more he realized that it was starting to sound like an invitation. Not that he minded, really. He enjoyed Sheriff's company. Honestly, he probably enjoyed the man's company too much. He cared about him in the way that being around him made things easier; talking, moving, living. He cared about him in the way that the second they left each other's company was the same second Doc started missing it.

He cared about him in a way that was blasphemous.

Sheriff sighed in fake defeat. "If you insist."

Doc smiled before opening the door. He slid back to the driver's side as Sheriff slid in next to him. Glad to be leaving, he placed the key in the ignition before backing out the driveway and taking off down the road.

Almost immediately, Sheriff opened the glovebox. Inside, he found the clothes Doc had mentioned, but he also found a gun. He took all the items out, but held the gun in the air. He stared pointedly at Doc, waiting for him to realize.

Doc, though, was trying to come up with an explanation. He had completely forgotten it was there. The gun was another item that he kept "just in case," but it wasn't an item he was exactly proud of owning. Every time he replaced the set of clothes he kept with it, he debated throwing the thing away, but could never bring himself to follow through with it. It was ironic, considering the original reason he had bought the gun in the first place.

"If you're waiting for an answer you're not going to get one," Doc said, simply, not taking his eyes off the road. His grip on the wheel tightened, and he hoped Sheriff wouldn't notice.

Sheriff shook his head before placing the gun back in the glovebox and closing it.

"You convince me to join you on a drive to an unknown destination, of which there isn't going to be any people around, and hide a gun in the glovebox. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought you were trying to kill me," Sheriff joked. If Doc didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want to push it.

Doc's grip on the wheel loosened, slightly, thankful that Sheriff backed off.

"If I were going to kill you, I wouldn't do it so close to town with such a loud weapon."

"So we're going to be near town, then?"

Doc rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smiling. "We're going to Willy's Butte."

"Fun."

The rest of the ride was filled with a comfortable silence. Once they pulled up, Doc quickly searched over the area to make sure that no one else was here before turning the car off. Before exciting, he reached behind him to grab the basket and blanket.

"I'll meet you by the center," he told Sheriff before shutting the door and making his way towards the middle of the butte.

Sheriff watched Doc leave before changing. His mind wandered back to the drive here. Doc was his regular self up until Sheriff had found the gun. He did end up relaxing, but he still looked on edge. Of course, Doc was always reserved, but this just felt off.

Sheriff hated seeing Doc like that. Over the years, he had begun to notice that there were times where the doctor was gloomier or more uneasy about life than usual. Sheriff had also found himself yearning to be near Doc more often, and even more often felt terrible when Doc resorted to simply shutting people out. Those were the times that Sheriff has started to hate the most, because nothing he did would succeed in helping Doc out of them.

Once he was done changing, he stepped out of the car and looked at himself in the side mirror. He ended up wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. His hair was a bit of a mess, but he decided not to bother with it.

He jogged to the center of the butte, searching for Doc. He found him on the opposite side, sitting against the hill with a book on his lap. The blanket was spread out beneath him, with more than enough room for both of them.

Sheriff sat down next to Doc, who wrapped his arm around his shoulder on instinct. Sheriff leaned his head on Doc's shoulder, choosing to read along with him and make sense of the story as they went.

That was the weird thing about their relationship they could both agree on. They had somehow found themselves in the weird gray area between a friendship and a relationship that neither understood enough to admit to.

They stayed like this for the better part of an hour, the only communication they had was making sure the other was clear to turn the page. But when the sun started to lower behind the clouds, Doc shifted in order to pull the basket closer.

"You want a sandwich?" he asked, taking one out for himself.

Sheriff shifted as well, moving to sit up straight against the hill. "Depends, what do you have?"

"Ham and cheese or peanut butter and jelly."

"Didn't know you were a chef," Sheriff stated, sarcastically. Doc rolled his eyes again in response before opening his sandwich bag. "I'll take a pb&j."

Doc glanced in the basket before throwing a sandwich in Sheriff's direction.

"Thanks."

"'Welcome."

There was another lull in conversation. Sheriff found it amusing, in a way, how Doc had originally planned on coming out here by himself and now they were sitting next to each other , eating terrible sandwiches like two boys at camp. Doc, on the other hand, found it rather depressing. Maybe it was the silence, or the way that Sheriff so easily melted into him, or the fact that if he were alone he could so easily put the gun in his car to use, or the fact this moment felt far too similar to some of his favorites back home, but something about this moment weighed down on him.

"So why'd you want to come out here, anyway?" Sheriff asked, breaking the silence.

"I wanted to be alone for a while. Clear my head," Doc replied, simply, not giving any room for the conversation to go anywhere.

Sheriff looked down at his lap and sighed. His mind kept bringing him back to the car ride, and how Doc tensed when he unveiled the pistol.

"Hey, Jesse?"

Doc tensed again at the use of his first name. He didn't like where this was going. He caught Sheriff lifting his head to look at him from the corner of his eye, but he refused to make eye contact. Instead, he stared ahead of him.

"Why do you keep a gun in your car? What was…what is it for?"

Doc didn't respond. He remained painfully still. His head screamed for him to do something, anything, but he just couldn't. No one was supposed to find out about that. And if he hadn't screwed up, no one would. If he had skipped town again like he had originally planned, then there wouldn't be anyone to know in the first place.

Although, if he had skipped town again like he originally planned, he also most likely wouldn't have been alive.

He sucked in a shaky breath before responding:

"I was a racer."

Sheriff continued to stare at him, confused, but stayed silent to let him continue.

"I was a racer, and it was my everything. My friends, my family, my enemies, my career, it all started with racing. But I crashed, and by the time I had healed, others had taken my place. I was forced away from the world I would have given everything to be a part of. Everyone I knew tried to help me move on. I focused on med school, I worked part-time at my cousin's bar, I learned how to fix a car so that I could drive one better, but nothing and no one was helping. Eventually, I just left."

Doc could hear his voice wavering as if he was about to cry, and every nerve in his body begged him to stop talking. This happened so long ago, he should be over it. It's so fucking dumb to still be getting this upset by it. Looking up at the clouds, he forced himself to keep talking.

"On top of everything, I'm gay. Everything that I had worked for could have been taken away from me if I left one mistake. All of the anger I felt at myself and the world had to be blocked out if I wanted any chance at doing anything with my life. The fact that it was all taken away, anyway was so fucking unfair."

Sheriff's expression softened. "Jess-"

"Some time before I got here, I got fed up with it. With life, with my family, with my friends, with myself, and with the constant feelings of depression and loneliness and regret. I bought that thing with the idea to shoot myself. This town saved my life, but I could never bring myself to get rid of it because I never stopped thinking about it."

Doc shut his eyes in order to force himself not to cry. He was better than that. He opened them, though, when he felt a pair of arms wrapping around him.

"I'm sorry" was all Sheriff could bring himself to say.

"I'm still alive, anyway, so what does it matter?" Doc mumbled, his voice barely even a whisper.

That made Sheriff's heart break even more. He squeezed Doc, tighter before pulling away to place a soft kiss to his cheek. That seemed to take him by surprise, and Sheriff smiled at him, softly.

Taking Doc's head into his hands, Sheriff pressed their foreheads together.

"I'm sorry. I can't do anything to change what happened, but I can promise you that I will do everything I possibly can to help you in the future. Alright?"

Doc nodded, and Sheriff pulled him into another hug.

"Sorry for ruining the evening," Doc whispered into Sheriff's shoulder

"Don't be. I'm glad I was here so that that gun was able to stay in the glove box."

Doc smiled and shut his eyes again. "Thanks, Sher"

"No problem, Jess."

[egopocalypse]

💀

go forth

unleash the hounds of hell GSGGDHS

💀 Doomsday... just anything about Doomsday.

OH BOY, HERE WE GO.

Most of what I'm about to say has been hashed out over and over again throughout the last year and a half, but as a writer myself, I hope I can offer a new lens in which to look at these old, well-debated arguments.

Narrative-wise, I understand why Doomsday happened. It was meant to be the lowest point of the story, the darkest hour before c!clingy made their final strike against c!Dream. It's a clear step in the Hero's Journey and arguably one of the most important for the emotional catharsis of a satisfying ending. If the stakes aren't raised enough prior to the final fight, the whole journey feels anticlimactic, which means the characters and audience won't feel that same euphoria from overcoming the Shadow (aka the villain, aka c!Dream).

However, that only focuses on how Doomsday ties into the plotline involving c!Dream. That doesn't factor in at all in regards to c!emeraldduo, whose views and reactions to Doomsday tend to be the focus of most Doomsday-related discourse (for good reason).

For c!Techno's and c!Phil's stories, Doomsday is when they (at least in my eyes) turned from anti-villains into pure villains. While I understand from their viewpoint why they decided to destroy L'Manberg, the lack of narrative consequences they've received since has ruined any potential impact Doomsday could've had on their stories. Doomsday should've severed ties with everyone in the server who fought against them, but with the Syndicate's formation and actions post-Doomsday into the present, there have been no personal ramifications for their involvement in Doomsday.

In fact, in c!Phil's case, he tried to make an excuse for it via the letters plotline, but ultimately dropped the idea when he had the potential to learn why L'Manberg mattered in the first place and possibly redeem himself in the eyes of its ex-citizens. c!Techno, meanwhile, thought Doomsday was such a great success that he decided to form a secret club to pull off the exact same catastrophe if he ultimately decided there was another threat to his individual power. However, because he's failed to realize that was never the point of L'Manberg (at least, not to its people), the only thing he's done with the Syndicate is use them to throw around his own power, first with the Snowchester interrogation and then with the prison break. He hasn't learned anything about why L'Manberg felt they had to form a government (which really only became official once the elections occurred), nor why they banded together in the first place. His mindset has become so stagnant that it would take him actually losing a canon life (which he also made impossible by claiming he just has the one) or something of that magnitude to shake his worldview and start to consider other people's perspectives. Anything less would only cause him to seek vengeance and perpetuate the cycle of violence he loves to claim is universal.

Doomsday should've led to some regret and character development for c!emeraldduo, but because nothing came of it, they have the exact same ideals as before and once again committed an atrocity that (if the c!discduo Boy Who Cried Wolf arc ever picks up again) should have severe negative impacts on not only the server, but their own selves. While static characters are usually fine in stories, the streaming medium requires them to undergo some sort of character development if they wish to be POV characters, and they have yet to have anything change their views of reality and power. Until that happens, the actions they commit makes them villains in my eyes, even if they are not the biggest threat on the server.

TL;DR: Doomsday progressed the c!clingy vs. c!Dream story in a way that made sense, but provided no progress for c!emeraldduo's stories, despite plenty of opportunities to do so, making their static characters antagonists (even villains) with no ramifications for their actions.

Ask game

[ushiromiyacestcentral]

Beatrice: “ Ugh! That meddlesome orange Twink cat is back!”

Virgilla: “ You mean Bernkastel? I thought she was gone for good”

Beatrice: “ no! I mean the orange one! It has 3500 million years since I last saw him!”

Virgilla: “ Are you still angry about him beating you during an gameboard?”

Beatrice: “ Of course I’m not!”

Virgilla: “ I see…”

Beatrice: “ Myself and things in general have changed a lot since I last saw him”

Virgilla: “ Have they really?”

Beatrice: “ I need to send a message of who’s really in charge in Rokkenjima!”

Virgilla: “ Here we go again…”

Beatrice’s verse

Welcome home

I’m gonna make you wished that you stayed gone

Say hello to my new status quo

Everyone knows they’ll be an brand new twilight

Turn the Metaverse on

Top of the hour,

and we’re discussing a certain orange cat who has been spotted running around Rokkenjima

After a millennium long absence

Did anyone miss him?

Did anyone notice?

More on tonight’s program

The so called “ fearless hero” is back in town

Why is he hanging around?

What does that mean for the Ushiromiya Family?

Well hardly I got good news

He’s a loser, a fossil,

And I don’t mean to sound hostile,

But the fearless hero is a coward!

You can take that as gospel

Trying to pull my game’s sponsors? Impossible!

I’m visible

He’s barely on his toes

Stop giving that damn cat the time of day

Don’t listen an ounce of truth he says

I hope he had a nice retirement!

But he should’ve stayed away!

While he hid behind his charm

We’d found that it only caused him harm.

Now his presence

Is getting extremely rare

Rokkenjima’s better since he’d split

Where’s he been?

I say it in red!

( Puss in boots’s verse)

Wenos Dias good to be back on the air!

Yes I know it’s been awhile

Since someone with style held the truth debates detectives rejoice!

Beatrice: what a dated voice…

Instead of an clout chasing mediocre supposed golden witch crime podcast

Beatrice: oh come on!

Is old Beato insecure?

Forgetting her appeal?

Switching between this fad and that?

Is nothing working?

Beatrice: ignore his ranting!

Everyday she got a new crime reviewing format!

Beatrice: “ you’re looking at the future! He’s the bloodshed before that!”

Is Beato as strong as she purports ?

Or is it based on her support?

She’d be powerless with no goat following!

Beatrice: “Oh, Please!”

And here’s the sweetener in the milk

She asked me to join her team

Beatrice: Shut up!

I said no and she got all haughty

The milk is served

Beatrice: “ You womanizer almond milk loving freak! I’ll make you taste t-true endless torment!”

Uh-oh the bimbo’s form is breaking!

Beatrice: “ I’ll kill you you L-little!”

Looks like for you amigo, your form has completely lost shape!

>>>> Puss is in the metaworld

Time for us to start…

I’m gonna make you wish that I’ve stayed gone….

Feel free to mouth off to me…

When I’m done…

Your rokkenjima catbox will know it’s race is run…

Oh this will be an excellent challenge..

[voiceless-story-nights]

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Fear of the Unknown  WIP Progress Blog #3  January 29th, 2024 

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Okay, okay... I think I got it down. I think. I’m hoping. 

So, it’s been a long, long while since I last updated. I’ve gone through SO MANY PROBLEMS and resolved them during that time, so I’m about to spam all the crap I’ve done in the past four months since I last updated. 

Get ready to change your pants cuz this is gonna be a lot of shit coming... 

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Gacha Series vs Comic vs Book 

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Yeah... Once again, I was debating what to do with the medium of my story. Why? Because GL2 had just freshly came out, and I was too lazy to redesign my characters. Literally, that was it. Not because there was some incredibly terrible people, not because the community was being overly toxic again, I just didn’t wanna redesign my characters in GL2. 

Wow~ 

But, unlike my past self that would mull this decision over and over again, I just put it in the back burner and left it. In the end, I went with a Gacha series because... well... I may be getting back into drawing again, but I ain’t that confident to start a comic. 

As for the book thing, I decided I’d write the book version first before the Gacha series version, although I’m not sure how well that’d hold up cuz I haven’t written in a novel format in so long. I just thought of it like this: if there’s a dedicated viewer who is really interested with where the story is gonna go, and they can’t wait, like, a couple months for the next episode, they can go buy the book. 

Free marketing, you know? Plus, it'll make the kids read///SHOT 

And if I feel confident enough, or if I have a team of great artists, I can make the comic later. It’s not like I have to make only one medium. I just need to know which would come out first, and the book would be that since it’d be faster to create. Kinda. 

The reason I’m not sure if I’d be able to write the book first is just because I’m reliant on visuals, so I might end up making the series and the book at the same time. I don’t know for sure. 

(Makes a light novel instead---) 

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Simplifying the World 

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The world FotU is taking place in, Similia, has been a WIP for a long while. The concept was a universe full of three galaxies before I realized how complicated that’d be, especially if I had plans of migration and space travel. Because they’re GALAXIES, it’d be hard to go from one galaxy to a different one in a small amount of time. And speaking about time, I didn’t know how to measure the time in all different galaxies/planets/solar systems cuz it’d be VASTLY different than each other. And if each planet is different, that means there’s gonna be seasonal differences and weather normality and other stuff I have to consider........... 

So I simplified it to one world with many nations and species. This would make the whole thing better, and the history would be easier to follow as that’s the main storyline of the world. 

I’m still working on the world building part, though. I’ve gotten my species, their abilities, and the concepts of their races, but I haven’t gotten through anything else. If I can make up like a history for how they came about and have more depth to their cultures, I’d be just about finished. 

I don’t wanna worry about the weather just yet... 

There’s one concept I’m hoping to keep, though: Similia is a godless world where even the tiniest insects believe only in their facts and history. Things as mystical as a higher being, a creator of the world, or a divine garden for the good and a hellish place for the bad are things that the people don’t believe in simply because it can’t be proven. If there’s no proof of something, it means it doesn’t exist. 

Of course, the concept would change over the years, but this is like the main belief in Similia. However, the only reason why it changes is simply because of the expansion of creativity and fiction. No one is still willing to believe in the divine, even with all the ideas of it being pushed around. 

And, I mean, when it comes to the creatures themselves, it’d make sense. 

There are people with animal-like instincts, so they’re more focused on survival than the ideology of a god. There are people with the gifts of the elements, and they’ve always been the keepers of a natural order, so the thought of gods has never passed their minds. And there are people who uses magic in a scientific way, which is self-explanatory why they wouldn’t believe in gods. 

There’s only one kingdom (well, two, but the second one isn’t as well known and well established) that believes in gods, but that’s only because a god had truly transcended on them and helped them flourish their nation. 

That’s the concept, though. I haven’t really put much thought into it, so I don’t know how well it’d hold up as I continue building onto the world. It’s pretty solid, especially with how the people have reasons NOT to believe, but I still gotta work on it. 

... 

And now that I wrote it out, I see how this world of mine will have some problems in the future... Meh, whatever. What’s a story if it doesn’t touch on some sensitive topics? 

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Magical Ability Adjustment 

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The people on Similia were overpowered af when I wrote the concept... 

To give an idea of what it was, there are three types/races/species of people on Similia that I mentioned before: animal-instincts, natural order, and scientists. Depending on which type you’re born into, you’re given that type of power. It’s a power dependent on your bloodline, your hereditary trait. And, of course, there will be mixed blood as well. 

So, that’s the first concept of magical abilities. Pretty good. I think this would be understandable for the magical ability concept. It’s solid, it’s got some limitations, it’s believable to a point— 

There’s another magical ability concept. 

Lemme repeat, THERE’S ANOTHER MAGICAL ABILITY CONCEPT. 

This second concept, that had blown this out of proportions, was a power everyone could receive at a specific age. And this power in particular... HAD NO LIMITATIONS!!! 

Literally, someone with animal instincts can gain something like reading the future, so not only would they be super strong and fast and deadly, they’re gonna be able to know what to look out for in the future!! 

And it’s not just ONE power these guys can gain when they come of age. Oh, no. I wanted to be fancy. I wanted to be different. I wanted Pokemon in my world. 

These guys would be able to develop FOUR types of the same power. 

So a clairvoyant cheetah person can develop not just the ability to read the future, but they can also develop maybe time travel, mind reading, uhhh BRINGING THE FUTURE CLOSER. I don’t know. Something like that. Something that’s similar to their first developed ability. 

There was no limitation. There was NO limitation on the second power concept. 

Actually, why was there even a second power concept? I don’t know. I just wanted to be different. I just wanted these guys to have something else that’s cooler than their hereditary powers! 

But by doing that, the people became so overpowered that even I didn’t know how to handle them... 

I didn’t even know how to handle them when they just had their hereditary powers! How the hell was I gonna know what to do when these guys bust out the time travel and shit?! 

... 

I’m dying. 

So I decided to completely omit the second power play. Everyone’s gonna have their hereditary powers and that’s it. That’s all. 

Unless they meet a certain condition. 

I won’t go into details of what those conditions are, since that’s a bit of a spoiler for all the stories in Similia I’d be doing, but just know that these people would lose their hereditary powers and gain the secondary power. And how these secondary powers are given to these people is based on how they grew up! 

I’m not giving them four different types... 

Once that’s done and done, they would either be picked up by the “forgotten god” of Similia and taken to some place or the “forgotten god” would kill them so they wouldn’t wreak havoc and abuse their newfound “godlike” powers. 

So... yeah... 

Now that I adjusted this, writing my series has gotten SO MUCH EASIER... Put a limit cap on magical abilities... It’ll save ya trouble... Go figure... 

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FotU had been worked on for over five years... without a genre... 

(throws knives at self) 

I can’t believe I FORGOT about the damn GENRE of a story! That’s, like, a foundation, a start, a way to keep the story in line so that it doesn’t GO ALL OVER THE PLACE. 

Which it did for so long. 

I really had no idea what kind of genre FotU would be considered as. At first, it was gonna be about three delinquent kids discovering more about themselves through the magic of acting, so it would’ve been a “self-search” genre because of that. But I couldn’t make any of those three kids likeable, so I omitted that rough draft. 

Second, I was gonna go with a kind of mystery genre where everyone had to figure out Lenard’s real reason to be an actor! But that’s, like, the weakest mystery ever... Be more like a detective for this! 

Then I just gave up and stopped looking for a genre. 

Until now. 

Because I simplified the story and the world so much, I finally figured out the genre it would be. Kind of. It’s still weak, though... 

It’ll mainly be a self-search genre since Annie’s just escaped from some serious, untrue accusations about how she killed her own sister on set due to jealousy, so she’s battling some terrible mental health problems. However, those problems aren’t gonna be seen as often since once she meets Lenard, she would overwork herself to forget them. It won’t be until closer to the second arc that it’ll be seen. 

And the secondary genre will be a mystery genre. It’s kind of the main focus but not really? There are some mysteries surrounding Annie’s sister’s death, especially since the police hasn’t discovered her body (it was a fire that killed her). Not only that, Lenard’s father was also killed by someone in the entertainment industry, and Lenard’s trying to find them. 

So those would be the main two genres. Well, main focus. 

I’m not completely sure what to expect since the self-search genre isn’t as strong, and the mystery genre gets sidetracked. If anything at all, it’s like a romance, slice-of-life, school story...? The mysteries and self-search genre really doesn’t come into play until the second arc... 

Meh, whatever. I’m slipping with this story since I didn’t have a genre at the beginning, so I’m not complaining. 

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Changing Up the Beginning (again...) 

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I’ve simplified everything. I know what general genre I’m looking at for the story. I’m sorting out the important stuff and the nonimportant stuff. 

I’m finally ready to begin the story. 

I’ve been rewriting it over and over again for the past five years, and I’ve never gotten anywhere past just the first five pages or so. But now that I’ve gotten a good understanding of my story, I’ve got a good start to the story that I know, for sure, will be the finished copy. 

So instead of hiding a lot of things from both the readers and the other characters, I decided to reveal almost everything—Lenard's motivation of becoming and actor as well as Annie’s identity to the drama department. That way, I don’t have to worry about too many of the problems that occurred or would occur in the future. 

Plus, when I hid Lenard’s motivation, Annie’s reason to help him diminished as well. While I could’ve just had her sympathize with Lenard’s situation (where he couldn’t get into the drama department cuz he sucked at acting), she didn’t have enough reason to help him. After all, Annie grew up in a place where there was no merit in helping another person be a better actor than you. And she didn’t want to be involved in acting anymore anyway so no point. 

But when he revealed his motivation, his skill in acting became apparent, and that motivated Annie to help him because he resembled a lot like her sister. This prompted Annie to get back into wanting to make him the best actor of Similia, much like she did so for her sister. 

That’s why the beginning this time would iterate that. 

Best part? I’m not dragging on with the beginning, nor would I be info bombing all over the place about this and that. I’m getting straight to the point, which is what I wanted to do, with very little info bombs. 

Finally... 

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That’s It... 

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Those were the major and confirmed updates to the story. There are some “in the works” stuff, but I haven’t really gotten to them to the point where I’m like “yeah, this’ll change the whole thing”. 

I was thinking about working on some other stories while working on FotU, but I realized I’m not capable of that... My mind is on FotU 24/7, so working on something else puts me off and makes me anxious. 

I mean, I can still work on another story, but it has to be a story that’s already well-established or it goes hand-in-hand with FotU’s world. If not, I wouldn’t be able to put my thoughts into it, and it’d come out shallow... 

God, why am I like this? I’ve got three stories lined up, and they’re not meant to be turned into a series like FotU!!! 

I’ll figure something out sooner or later... 

Anyways, I’m done with this update now. Been meaning to do it a bit earlier, but I didn’t know what to write and just carried on with writing FotU. Speaking about that, I might as well go write it now. 

[grantgoddard]

Baby, we were bored to death : 2000 : FM radio station market, Toronto

Why does Toronto have such insipid and boring radio? Our city is vibrant, artistic, culturally diverse and entertaining, so why is none of that reflected in our uninspired radio stations? Travelling in Europe and North America as a radio consultant, I listen to a lot of radio and it is tragic to concede that my own city has some of the most boring radio stations known to mankind.

Opportunities to change this sad state of radio in our city are everywhere, but have too often been ignored. When Shaw Communications purchased 'Energy 108' a couple of years ago, it could have reinvented the station as a cultural focus for Toronto's young people. Instead, Shaw fired 'Energy's most knowledgeable DJ's, introduced Sarah McLachlan songs once an hour (in a dance music format?) and changed the name to … 'Energy 107.9'. Wow! How many minutes did it take the marketing department to devise a strategy that unambitious?

Rogers Media's purchase of 'KISS 92' last year was a complete no-brainer. Can you name any other city of similar size in North America that has had no Top Forty radio station for a period of even a few months? And yet Toronto suffered this malaise for several years. Even if Rogers had hired a helium-voiced bimbo DJ to front a Top Forty format, it still could have captured a huge audience hungry for what used to be called 'pop music'. And that is exactly what they did. 'KISS's ratings are noteworthy, not just for the hordes of spotty grade nine students who naturally gravitate towards Backstreet Boys soundalikes and terrible Canadian techno. But the station's substantial audience over the age of twenty is a sad reflection of the lack of any other remotely exciting music station in Toronto. For those of us past our teen years, 'KISS 92' at least makes you feel good to be alive, compared with other FM music stations that treat listeners like senile geriatrics with one foot already in the grave.

One would hope that 'KISS 92's runaway success might encourage its competitors to try and become a little more imaginative in their programs. The signs so far are not particularly encouraging. 'EZ Rock 97' revamped its daytime line-up last week to introduce even more soporific DJ's and has changed its slogan from 'My Music At Work' to 'Soft Rock Favourites'. Station owner Telemedia appointed a new Program Director drafted from its Calgary operation to oversee these changes. Yes, Calgary – that hotbed of radical, imaginative radio formats! 'EZ Rock' looks certain to retain its nickname of 'Radio Slumberland' in our household.

Milestone Radio, scheduled to launch next year, has an incredible opportunity to turn its black music format into an exciting, inclusive station that could electrify the city. After all, black culture has never been so predominant, nor so imitated, in mainstream music and arts. With imagination, Milestone could be a very successful radio version of 'City TV'. Whether its owners can grasp that challenge, let alone succeed with it, depends upon the station's ability to overcome three obstacles. Milestone's programming plans are the obvious product of committee debate, with too many worthy (but commercially disastrous) ideas generated by individuals who have particular axes to grind. Its recent effort to recruit a Program Director in the US rings alarm bells that Milestone is creating a cookie-cutter US-style urban music station that would reflect nothing of Toronto (listen to 'WBLK' for days on end and you will learn absolutely nothing about Buffalo, but everything about 'strong songs'). And lastly, the spectre of minority shareholder Standard Broadcasting might be waiting quietly in the shadows for Milestone's ambitious plans to fail in the first year, so that it can take control and resurrect the station as a smooth-jazz format, fitting perfectly alongside its mind-numbing 'MIX 99'.

As for 'Edge 102' and 'Q-107', their owners should have been bold enough to extinguish these dinosaur formats years ago. There is so much exciting new music in the world, but you will certainly never hear any of it played on these two stations. The malaise is so bad that Toronto radio critic Marc Weisblott felt obliged to apologise in a recent column (radiodigest.com) for spending so much time listening to New York City radio via the internet. No need to apologise, Marc. Our only ray of hope is that one fine morning, some bold senior executive in Shaw/Corus, Standard, CHUM or Rogers might suddenly understand that radio which is stimulating and challenging can also be a commercial success. I would prescribe that executive a quick radio listening visit to any major city in the world to understand the potential. Otherwise, Toronto radio is condemned to be a mere revenue-generating asset designed to send us all to permanent sleep with yet another Celine Dion or Bryan Adams song.

[Submitted to Toronto weekly what’s on paper, unpublished]

[bolbianddolanhouse]

GahDam where did the time go?

Hi Tumblr, Palma-sama here.....or if you know my irl name, you know what tf up.

It has come to my attention that I’ve been on this hell-site for 9 years and BOY does that make me feel old. But where have I been for months at a time, I know the fics stopped coming regularly as I usually promise in the tags. Well... I’m a working (semi) professional! If you looked at the tags in the last two updates of my fics, I was going sicko mode on my studies while doing some work-study. Things turned out really well for me and I got a higher position and pay since graduating with my three degrees. Granted, associate degrees BUT they got me my current job and all the other tangent side gigs. I’m a co-professor at the college I graduated from, a hired judge for Speech and Debate competitions and a small business owner. So you can say I’ve been a bit busy. I even changed my icon to one of my favorite graduation pictures. Right now I’m in the process of applying to transfer to finish my bachelors. And the more I pause and think about my past self, the more I’m reminded that I thought I wasn’t ever going to make it this far. I was a bad student and constantly told that I wasn’t worth the resources to help because I wasn’t finishing in the expected 2 years. Guys, it took me 7 YEARS to finish community college! Tumblr was there for me while I was barely skating by in college and beyond. Thankfully, it was a happier ending than predicted!

What does that mean for the fic? Just that it’ll take longer to hash out. I have the whole thing written down in a timeline type format, I just fill out the details on here in 7k-10k words at a time. I hate when authors rush their works to meet the quota or when things take too long, I’m going to release things the way I wanted to. Even if it takes me another 2 years to do so, just ride it out with me! Also thanks for checking in on me every now and then, it makes me feel cared for and that you actually like what I write and it’s not entirely self-indulgent. I started writing to escape my responsibilities, then to hone my writing skills, turned into something to do to keep myself sane during lockdown and now sometimes it’s to fill in the unplanned free time/sleepless nights. Either way, it brings in the anime/manga only crowd every time something fucky happens in the canon. Hello to the new folks and a very loud YEEEERRRR to the day 1 readers. 

Whatever reason you came to my blog for, I just wanted to share my irl accomplishments to justify my months of non-updates. Hope you stick around for a while more. 

Until then!

- Palma-sama 

P.S. My ask is open for any questions! It doesn’t have to be fic related :)