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multiplefandomsblog · 3 years

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Streaming Relationship HCS w/ Chiaki

request(s); omg ur requests are open???? AAAJDJAKFHW ok so this might sound weird but like- relationship hcs with chiaki and a s/o who stream together, like on twitch or some shit BAHAHDJAH

sorry if that’s really specific i just think it’s a really cute idea LMAO have an amazing day ily guys <333

paring(s); streamer! Chiaki x streamer! S/o, special appearance of Hajime x Komaeda (Platonic or romantic, depends on how you perceive it)

warnings(s); light cussing, unedited, tackling???? but not like in a fight or anything, smash bros if that’s a trigger- idrk how streams work and what type of games they play — but i tried watching one and it was pretty cool :000 am still confused if i wrote this right though;;; probably more relationship gaming hcs than streaming :’) but i tried!!!! anyway back to warnings, gender-neutral reader, teeth-rotting fluff, mention of chloroform(it’s not how you think i used it for tho, no one gets drugged dw), silent treatment, sugar rushes, simps lmfao wtf-

note; WEEEEE OKAY SO I INITIALLY THOUGHT THAT THIS WOULD BE HARD CONSIDERING IVE NEVER WATCHED A TWITCH STREAM IN MY LIFE AND IDK WHAT IT IS BUT ASDHBSDKFHJBFAS AFTER SOME ‘RESEARCH’ I TOTALLY JUST WENT HAM AND IDEAS JUST FLOWED LIKE AN ANIMAL CROSSING RIVER — anyway, hope you enjoy!!! AA

- mod chia

◊ Okay so, I think that during streams, Chiaki probably wouldn’t talk that much; and when she did, it was usually just small quiet, cute and questionable things that make you take a minute — and then die(of laughter).

The whole quiet thing is just a façade, isn’t it!? >:0

◊ If she ever loses a game, or loses some inventory, she won’t have that big of a reaction, but she’ll abruptly stop and tense. Her first instinct however, to calm herself down, is, well, you. So she’ll take a deep breath — only it’s in your chest,,, and she can’t breathe. She will just lean over to you, stuff her face in your chest and then- *SNIFFFF*

◊ She’ll probably stay there for a while and just kind of… forget her loss, as well as forget she was on a stream(oops).

◊ “Yeah, just give me a mmmm- minute… or more… I think.” Her voice would be muffled from the material of your shirt, and slightly drowsy — your scent is intoxicating, it’s almost like chloroform for her. One inhale, and she’s —

◊ “Chiaki...? Chiaki? W- we’re on a stream-” HAH Good luck waking her up, she’s out like a light — not only that, she will whine if you wake her up, better yet, she’ll climb further onto you until you almost fall off your gaming chair, or bean bag... bean bags are dope. *wait, i just got an idea- hol’ up

◊ It’s awkward as shit on the stream; especially when there’s people simping for your gamer girlfriend.

◊ Right after Chiaki feels you give up on trying to rouse her, she’ll immediately take your moment of vulnerability to climb into our lap and bury her nose in your shoulder, getting comfortable before the soft snores start again. It’s so abrupt and on cue, that it makes you wonder if she was just faking her sleep, or if it was just pure muscle memory.

◊ Yes, muscle memory.

◊ She’s done this so many times out of streams, and in, that it’s literally become instinct.

◊ You cannot start a stream without Chiaki knowing, she has your notifications on, so the moment you go live, you will hear a very silent, but full-of-emotion gasp in the other room — or even the other side of the planet depending on where you guys are located.

◊ If you start a stream without her, she will give you the silent treatment for one hour. That’s right, one whole hour. So don’t betray her trust, one hour is longer than you think it is — you’d learn that the hard way.

◊ She may cave in after one hour, but she will definitely bring it up in a passive-aggressive way.

— “Chiaki? Are you going to order some food?” “Are you going to invite me to your next stream?” It’d be quiet, a near whisper, but you can still hear how whiny- furious she is.

◊ If you two were streamers, it’d definitely be Chiaki who introduced you to it first, and invited you to her stream first too. Your relationship known to everyone else is kind of like,, Chiaki is player 1, and you’re player 2; if that makes sense...?

◊ Point is, everyone knows Chiaki better than you — but after some time, you two kind of become a team instead. And this was always her plan too! She always wanted to be a gaming team with you, so if you ever streamed or gamed without her, she will get mad.

◊ — doesn’t mean she won’t play against you, however.

◊ If you did get her mad, she will destroy you at street fighter. And at a shit ton of other games too; less merciful than usual. You swear you can see an almost terrifying fierceness in her eye as she jabs at the buttons loudly — everyone on the stream are just, nervously sweating for you.

◊ You guys probably have a cute, pastel themed gaming room with bean bags, and just shelves and shelves of imported snacks and instant noodles. The keyboard is pastel coloured, the computer, the bean bags*, everything is pastel themed and coloured; extremely soft to the eye, especially after gaming, it’s just very nice and soft for when your eyes get sore :)

◊ As mentioned earlier, you two are an unseparable team. Whenever you two are playing 2v2 against Komaeda and Hajime, you always end up in the same time — whether if it’s because you two chose to do so, or the game spinner chose for you.

◊ You suspect it’s probably because of Komaeda’s luck — but it’s nice to think that the universe ships you both together, right?

◊ Chiaki definitely carries you, but she really doesn’t mind; it’s easy for her. And honestly, she’s just glad you’re playing with her. You being there is a huge supreme factor to her winning most of the games too. The motivation to win for her super hot partner, and to be the hero is very active when you’re sitting knee-to-knee to her.

◊ So yeah, she obliterates Hajime and Komaeda at Smash Bros because she wants to see you praise her and be impressed <33

◊ Praise her though. Seriously.

◊ Give her head pats, hug her(the favoured option), or cheer for her; all that really matters, is that she knows you’re proud of her — even if it’s live, and millions are watching, just shamelessly praise her. Your opinion matters a lot to her, so make sure to take care of that fact, take care of her.

◊ She’d definitely do the same for you!! >:000

◊ If she drank a lot of soda from the mini fridge(yes, you two have a mini fridge), and she’s super energetic from the sugar/caffeine rush, you will bet your sore ass(from sitting, get your mind out of the gutter), that she will tackle you to the ground and start squishing her forehead against yours as she stares you uncomfortably in the eye, “How did you do that!?” she’d be so proud of you, but mostly — she needed to know. How the hell. You did that.

◊ She’ll probably be vibrating from the energy, and when she gets up, she literally starts talking to everyone on the stream at a volume that may be too loud — but she doesn’t care so — “You guys saw that right...?!” through slurred speech and energy that had slowly been draining within each second, she’ll probably last on that sugar rush for a couple more seconds before clinging onto you and just. Sleeping.

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askrighthandrecollections · 3 years

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Right’s brow furrowed as he stared at the newly acquired notebook. Upon the page just below Lora’s hastily written note were more messages. The penmanship differed from the familiar scrawl of his sister’s and he had to fight the urge to bring this to the clan’s attention.

For a man that spent so long reliving his life, he was at a bit of a loss when faced something so startlingly different. Wary, he grabbed a pen and looked at the messages.

eevee-nerdy-musical-girl,

Hello Right how are you and the rest of the clan doing?

He twirled the pen around as he thought how to respond. From what he could see, not only were these people aware of his status as a Toppat, but they knew about the time loop. Perhaps that was why Lora had sent him the book?

Right had a hunch his sister was just as caught up in this as he was. With that in mind, he put pen to paper.

You lot better not rat us out.

I’m doing alright I suppose, we had a mission a couple of nights ago, a few of the crew got banged up. So the “chief” has given us a few days to rest up and let the men heal.

His bitterness towards Henry wasn’t helped by the next message.

Anon,

Hia! So, Right, what are your feelings on the timelines when Henry's works for the government instead of siding with the clan?

“What do you think?” he muttered.

I’d like it if he chose a side and stuck to it. Still don’t like him no matter what side of the law he’s on though.

Henry had been instrumental to the numerous times the clan had fallen in the years Right had relived. He made it no secret he disliked him, but whenever Henry became the chief, Right tolerated him for the sake of the clan’s future.

For as brief a time as he got to witness it.

Anon,

Hey Right Hand Man! Don’t Get So Werided Out By These Sudden Messages Appering In This Notebook! Also, What Were You And Lora Like When You Were Younger, If You Don’t Mind Me Asking.

“How am I not gonna get weirded out by people sendin’ me messages in one of my sister’s old books…”

Still, the question called forth memories Right had thought he had long forgotten, both good and bad.

When we were younger?

Lora was bright, imaginative, sensitive.

And had one hell of a temper. She wasn’t the violent sort, would never think to get physical even at her most furious, and there wasn’t much that did get her pissed.

Except when it came to bullying. She had a sort of righteous fury that drove her throughout our teenage years, because kids are evil, and she was different.

We both were, but the little shits learned not to mess with me, got into a few fights as a kid.

Aside from people being morons, Lora and I kept to ourselves, got decent grades, and practiced our magic in secret. Magic is a rare thing nowadays, not many people have it, and those that do have to be registered and monitored by their respective governments.

We joined the Toppats as soon as we graduated high school thanks to an uncle who had a place in the clan at the time.

Right stared at the page, confident that he had satisfied their curiosity without endangering the clan. He’d keep an eye on them though, couldn’t be too careful given this new turn of events.

He tucked the book into a pocket on the inside of his coat along with a spare ballpoint pen as he rose from his seat.

He had a clan meeting to get to.

[The book will notify Right of any future Asks]

[All asks towards characters will be answered in this format]

[Asks meant for the Mod will be answered separately]

[Since he carries the book with him, you may now follow Right as he goes about his business.]

#ask blog #henry stickmim collection #right hand man

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nln4 · 5 years

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two - a sidesteps parallel universe fic

In which @ratastrofiend‘s Paris and Mikoto pair up for some wacky villain hijinks Word Count: 2442 Rating: T for team, of which there is no “eye” in. TW: eye horror, death

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In the darkness of the secluded hallway, his armor glows bright enough that he has to crouch out of the way to avoid detection. He’s been relegated to look out duty (which he promptly grumbles about in his mind, loudly enough for you to hear) while you prepare your part of the plan - breaking into the security network of the tower that houses a treasure that he apparently needs.

How he ropes you into the plan is beyond you. It starts with a series of texts over a couple of weeks, which you oblige, since you were naturally curious.

[>Can you look for security exploits in X Tower??]

[>Why??]

[>I’ll pay you.]

It’s not like you need money. You’re not quite as obscenely rich as he is, but you live a comfortable enough life.

[>In ice cream. Lifetime supply.]

Fuck, he’s got your number.

But presently, the glowing gold pulsing lights in his armor are really throwing off the dark-vision of your helmet cams and you wave him further away so you can focus on the task at hand.

“You know, we’re supposed to be sneaking in,” you think, thankful that your powers provide a built in communications system. Frequencies can be dialed in to, conversations can be heard when spoken aloud. “You’re going to draw guards to us like moths.”

“Look at me,” he thinks, with a gesture to the gold and white armor that adorns his body, a beacon in the darkness. “Does it look like I sneak?”

“Maybe it’s something you should consider,” you retort in your mind, quickly unscrewing a metal panel. Behind it are ports, usually meant for on-site maintenance (a poor design choice that made this mission actually possible).

This particular panel is the closest from the rooftop entrance that you two entered and so far, the plan is working well. Sneak in, shut down security systems silently, sneak out. That’s your usual MO and the only way you would agree to his plan at all.

“You have nanovores,” he thinks viciously, pointing to the housing cage on your wrist. “Why not actually use them? And can’t you hurry it up? The second round of guards are coming soon.”

“First of all,” you think back, plugging in an ethernet cable into the port connected to a miniature laptop. “No one is supposed to find out we’re here, so a hole in the middle of a metal panel would be out of the question. And secondly, no, I can’t, these computer systems are slow as shit, they’re probably still running on last century’s operating system.” You’ve never quite understood how some of the world’s supposedly most valuable secrets were guarded by a computer running on decades-old software.

…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ !! Don’t rush! the Rat King squeaks. It’s a chorus of voices, both yours and his, and behind your helmet, you grin at the fact that both sets have your back.

“You shut up,” he thinks, pointing at the containment unit on your helmet, absolutely annoyed.

“Don’t be mean!”

…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Yes, no mean!

He taps a booted foot impatiently, cursing up a storm in his head. But the back of his mind is running a series of numbers, almost like a clock ticking down; he must be keeping track of foot patterns, time schedules of when the next wave of guards are set to make their rounds. You have to shield to focus on the puzzle in front of you.

Finally the command prompt opens, cursor blinking and you start typing.

“What, no ‘Virus Uploaded’ screen?” he jokes.

“You know full well that’s not how it works, asshole,” you think, still typing. Your helmet helps you parse through lines of commands, making sure there are no mistakes as you work and you silently thank Dr. Mortum’s genius.

“They’re coming,” he thinks and your vision splits, half focusing on the screen in front of you, the other half watching him shift his position into one ready for attack.

“Give me two minutes,” you signal, holding two fingers up, almost a peace sign.

“You have one,” he snarls in his mind, head looking back over his shoulder at you before turning the corner to dispatch the oncoming security guards.

“Once again, not how it works!”

But 120 long, long seconds later, your rootkit is installed and you quickly unplug cables, screw the metal panel back into place. A few feet away, he leaps into action, with the grace and precision of a hunting predator. He drags four unconscious bodies away and sends a mental blast through their minds so hard you can feel it almost rattling your brain in your skull. They’ll have a blinder of a headache tomorrow and you don’t envy them one bit.

“Safe room,” he thinks and you nod. The rootkit lurks silently in the system already, and the first job was to record the last ten peaceful seconds and feed a loop to the CCTV cameras. Fortunately, the safe room is only one floor below and the two of you move silently down the stairs. You’re almost reminded of your old Farm days, back when you worked with the HIVE Squad. Certainly, your little ragtag mob don’t move in the same way as trained little soldiers do. The two of you move as one seamless unit, with him taking point and you keeping an eye (and a mental feeler) for anything following from behind. If just one of you can wreak enough havoc on Los Diablos on your own, two telepathic powered villains could dismantle entire regimes.

He holds a fist up and you pause, the both of you waiting before rounding the corner to the safe room. You try to pick up any waves, any presence lurking nearby but there are none and it seems like he’s satisfied with the current situation as well since he starts down the hallway to the safe room without you.

“Thanks for the heads up,” you think, walking fast to catch up to him, hoping your mental voice is tinged with enough sarcasm. Sometimes it doesn’t quite pick up; you’ve found that mental and physical inflections can vary.

He doesn’t look back, merely shows you his middle finger over his shoulder and you stick out your tongue, grateful for your helmet.

“I still saw it. We’re telepathic.”

“Dammit.”

The HUD on your helmet shows that it’s been a good five minutes since your plan has started, which means that the next step should start any…

...second…

...now.

One floor down, your helmet picks up the sound of electronic distress noises, computers alerting their human handlers of a massive DDoS on the tower’s servers, but the attack is just a smokescreen to turn their eyes away from the security breach that’s about to happen.

“Code?”

“875639,” you think and you watch as he takes out what appears to be an eyeball, complete with dangling optic nerve, from a compartment on his belt.

He wiggles it teasingly at you and you grimace. “Look.”

“Eugh!”

“It’s a Mod,” he clarifies and upon closer inspection (the optic nerve just a connective wire), it is, and you wince at the poor sap who has lost their sight twice now. The power from his armor is enough to bring the singular Mod back to life and he holds it up to the retinal scanner. The safe door blinks green, accepting the security measures and a pneumatic hiss issues as the metal door swings open.

For a second, your mind wavers, like a dampener being turned on too close by but you chalk it up to weird physics. Perhaps two Sidesteps are not mean to occupy the same space at the same time. You look to him to see if he notices anything but it seems like he doesn’t.

According to schematics, there should be motion detectors and alarms, but those have been turned off by the rootkit. Inside the safe is a metal briefcase and you have to wonder what it houses. Whatever it is, it’s valuable enough that he’d come all the way here to get it.

But since he’s preoccupied with the case, you see the gun before he does and you don’t get to warn him fast enough before he lifts it. The displaced weight snaps a rope and in turn pulls the trigger, like some fucked up Rube Goldberg machine. You shove him out of the way as the bullet streaks past and bite back a curse as it pierces through the joint of where the chestplate and pauldron meet, where your suit happens to be less armored. What are the odds, you think.

“Well, well,” a voice behind you says, with the signature click of a cocking gun. “Instead of one little mouse, I’ve caught two.”

You recognize the slimy voice, even without seeing the person - Javier Xuan, notorious business mogul. Corrupt as they come in these parts. He has a news segment where he extols the wonders of “his” inventions that makes you turn off the television every time.

“What do we have here?” Xuan continues. “Do you like my little trick? Old fashioned, but it works--”

Apparently Paris is a quicker draw than you are since he yanks the gun from the rudimentary rig and fires, point blank into Xuan’s forehead. You stare in horror as the man crumples lifeless to the ground, a marionette with its strings cut.

“Huh,” he muses coldly, staring down at Xuan’s body. “He was in his office in my world.”

“Paris!” you think in alarm. “What have you done?”

You look to him and his helmet may hide his face, but his thoughts are furious with rage, incoherent enough that you can’t get a handle on them. His Rat King chitters incessantly, trying to soothe him.

Klaxons blare and lights flash red around you, and you know you’ve done your job perfectly to turn off all of the security, so there must be a separate system - sure enough, Xuan’s Modded eye pulses red in time with the flashing lights and you have to hold back a bitter laugh. A Mod with a dead man’s switch. You suppose he must have dampeners installed as well, as he escaped your mind sweep earlier.

“You okay?” he asks, voice distorters turning it into a low growl.

“Yeah,” you reply. There’s blood seeping into your skinsuit but you’ll live; the nanomesh weave acts like a bandage until you’ll peel it off later. You’ve had plenty worse. You’ll live to see plenty worse too.

He crouches down and plucks out this Xuan’s modded eye as well, claws on his armor serving him well. There’s a sickening sound as he takes the trophy.

“Sorry we didn’t see eye to eye,” Paris gloats, waving the Mods in the dead man’s face before shoving both of them into the utility compartment on his suit.

“Paris, that’s disgusting.”

He shoves the body further into the safe room, locking it without even a glance back, and you have to marvel at the lack of remorse at all. Just another mission complete.

“Well then, let’s get out of here.”

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“Did you really have to kill him?” you ask, leaning back in the ragged computer chair in your warehouse hideout. “Now there’s going to be an investigation, and guess whose ass the Rangers are gonna go after? Me!”

“He was already dead in my world,” Paris says loftily, taking a strip of gauze from the first-aid kit for cleaning. “Might as well have a matching set. Now hold still.”

He daubs at the wound (not terribly deep but still left a good angry tear in your arm) and deftly applies antibiotic with a cotton swab. He has to sit close enough to you to treat your shoulder and from this distance, you can see stubble growing along his chin. Dark eyes gaze from under long lashes and you have to begrudgingly admit it’s a good look on him. And you think he hears you, since he smirks, the asshole.

“Ow!” you yelp. His fingers move quickly against your skin but the ointment still stings like hell when it makes contact.

“You big baby,” he says, signature sharp-tooth grin stretched across his mouth. “Get over it.”

“Might I remind you that I took a bullet for you,” you grit out, fists clenched.

“Please, it barely grazed your shoulder.”

“Barely??” you say, indignant. “Look at it!”

“I am looking. Of course, I’d rather play doctor in a different way,” he says, taping the gauze in place. “If you weren’t being so difficult.”

You flip him the bird with your good hand, remembering his gesture from earlier and he lightly bops you on the nose in return. You take back everything you thought earlier about him looking good because he’s as infuriating as he is handsome.

“So, what’s in the case?” Although you think you might have an inkling, with Javier Xuan’s recent billion-dollar investment in GeniTech.

“Something one of a kind,” he says, placing the final pieces of medical tape to secure the injury. “But I needed two.”

“So you decided to hop dimensions to get another one?” you ask, incredulous. “Will that even work?”

“Who knows. Only one way to find out.” His grin is brilliant as he looks at you, obviously pleased that his plan played out well.

“I feel sorry for your Los Diablos,” you say dryly, sliding your hoodie on carefully and trying not to disturb your arm.

His eyes study your shoulder, and there’s an odd, almost tender look in them. How is it that the both of you are telepaths yet it’s so difficult to tell what he’s thinking?

“What?” you ask, and your tone is a little more caustic than you meant it to be. His eyes have moved from your shoulder to your face and you have to fight to keep from flushing.

“You get a new scar now,” he says. “That one will be our story.”

“Please go.” You pinch the bridge of your nose to stem off your headache. The entire mission has been a headache. “Back to your world. Now.”

He leans down to draw eye level with you, hyena grin on his face. “Aw, I was going to kiss it better.”

“Leave!”

He throws his head back with joyous laughter as he takes the suitcase and merrily walks to the doors but before exiting, he turns back. “Get some rest! I believe we have an ice cream date,” he says with a wink.

“I fucking hate you,” you call as he vanishes, and you sink back into the chair, adrenaline finally running out and weariness hitting your bones all at once.

But you smile anyways.

#fallen hero: rebirth #sidestep #mikoto uehara #jace paris #my writing

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originaldanganronpascenarios · 5 years

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Oof more angst if that’s ok mwahaha I’m such a masochist I liked the zombie apocalypse Aus so how about one where (Nagito, gandum, Mondo and makoto) s/o is taken hostage by raiders the want to take over the shelter they made with a group of people they fight off the raiders only to be caught in a group of zombie s/o saves the boys and dies but after that the guys give up as well and let the rescue go in vain sorry if that’s too much

Mwahahhha I can't write THH for shit.

Nagito Gundham Mondo and Makotos S/O taken hostage and being saved then dying during a zombie attack saving the boys

Nagito Komaeda

The whole zombie apocalypse was a disaster but you and Nagito built pretty decent shelter. You had enough supplies for you two and sometimes you took in few people who were having hard time for few days.

You never expected anyone to try and attack anyone since you thought all humans should work together.

When you went for an exploration alone (of course with a weapon) and someone approached you you assumed they needed help but they kidnapped you.

You woke up in some kind of barn? You weren't sure. The ones who had taken you hostage were silent while you weren't sure what they want.

What they did was threat Nagito to give up your base. When he was finally there he politely said "There is no reason to be so drastic is there? Me and S/O have supplies and if you needed some you could just ask" one of the bikers seemed disgusted by his words "Why whould we ask to get a part since we can have everything?" the biker pushed Nagito onto the ground.

The group was big but it was visable that they knew nothing about fighting. When Nagito came for the rescue he had no weapon with him since they whouldn't let you go if he did. The fight started.

Thanks to Nagitos luck he was able to grab baseball bat one of the bikers had. He quickly set you free. You grabbed your weapon and beat the shit out of them.

You didn't kill anyone but if any zombies whould find them they whould die.

As you were going back there was whole army of zombies on the way back. You were extra careful but you didn't manage to sneak past them and you caught their attention.

You did good fighting them but there was just too much and both you and Nagito were exhausted you asked him to run.

He was surprised as he didn't wanted to let you die. His suggestion was to swap roles but you had none of that and said that he should be the one to run since you got bitten anyways so its better for you to die here and not become a zombie and he could continue living.

This broke his heart but he had to do it... leave you there to die while he ran.

Now it was a week since you died. He couldn't take it to live without you he decided to end his life since there was no hope in his life no- world without you.

Gundham Tanaka

He couldn't belive the apocalypse happend but you two managed to survive and find great location for base.

You had a lot of food and lot of traps on zombies. Of course there were obvious but these are zombies. They allways got caught.

Becouse of how obvious they were someone was able to get in when Gundham set new traps in the back of your base. And that someone was one of the bikers.

Gundham heard your scream and immediately went towards where he last saw you. All that was left was a note. He was furious as he quickly went to bikers base.

It had only weapons but no supplies that can actually help with survival. When he appeared as promised- weaponless he shouted "What do you foolish mortals need from overlord such as myself" he glared at them as one of them chuckled "Isn't it obvious freak? Our base is nothing compared to yours so I ask for small exchange" He was surrounded but they didn't knew who they were messing with.

Since they had base practically made out of weapons he quickly reached for first one wich was a crowbar.

Even though there was about 6 of them Gundham got them all quite easily even though they were good at combat it was nothing compared to Gundham. He probably killed one but he couldn't care less since they messed with you at such terrible time.

When you were safe he hugged you and you agreed to get going and forget that happened.

On your way back there was another problem- zombies. There was too many. You tried to fight it but they got you pretty badly.

He refused to believe that you may die. He picked you up and ran away. When you were in safe place he put you down and you were too injured to make it.

He could feel his heart break each time you yelped in pain. He tried to fix you bandaging your wounds but you were too injured and this did nothing bikers earlier also hurt you that's actually how the zombies got you so badly they probably bit you too so there was no hope of saving you.

He couldn't help but cry as you asked him to smile for you last time that's all you wanted before going down. He smiled at you even though it was hard.

After your death he was empty. But what broke him was seeing you as one of the zombies.

He just realized how much in pain you had to be and not end up dying even and slowly turning into a zombie.

He couldn't fight you as he decided to give up and become a zombie.

Mondo Oowada

He allways protected you and you protected him.

Your base was well equipped so you had to watch out. Yet it wasn't big of a deal since you didn't see any humans often it was about 2 weeks since you saw anyone.

You decided to go on exploration while Mondo whould stay. He wasn't too sure about it and wanted to take your place but you insisted to go.

If you weren't so stubborn you whouldn't get yourself kidnapped. The ones that caught you were silent while you you tried to get information.

It was matter of seconds untill Mondo was there after receiving letter. When he saw you tied up he was ready to kick some ass.

He didn't thought that there was a way of reasoning with someone who was stupid enough to mess with you. He got them all pretty fast but took few hits aswell of course none of them died.

When you two escaped you didn't expect getting ambushed by zombies. It was the worst possible time you two ran and you managed to trip if Mondo helped you he whould die for sure so you yelled to him that he should run.

You tried to stand up but zombies alredy started attacking you so it's safe to say that you are dead.

Mondo couldn't run but you yelled at him to go and live.

When he was in safe spot he felt like everything was collapsing he couldn't belive how weak he was not being able to protect you.

He felt like a coward. It was his fault. Why? Why did he did nothing and watched you die? He should be the one dead.

And so he fell into so much despair he couldn't take it... He couldn't belive how weak he was.

Makoto Naegi

You allways helped those in need so you were surprised that someone whould kidnap you just to get some of your supplies.

It all happened quite fast and you still don't understand those people. But well guess you have to wait for Makoto to come and get you.

The group of bikers was small but still Makoto couldn't fight them. He got few supplies and they freed you but as they saw that there are much less than its supposed to be fight started.

You and Makoto focused on running but when you got a weapon it got better.

You were surprised to see bikers run away but as you turned around there was an army of zombies.

While you tried to escape you saw how impossible it was. You yelled at Makoto to run you couldn't let him die. The last thing he'd do is leave you.

After you got bitten there was no hope for you. Makoto knew he had to run.

When it was over and you were already dead Makoto didn't stop on helping others but he missed you so much. There was a lot of people around him yet he felt so lonely.

Makoto didn't knew what can he do without you. At the end he decided to give away his life because he didn't wanted to live in world without you.

~Mod Chiaki

#Makoto Naegi #mondo oowada #Gundham tanaka #Nagito Komaeda

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anxietys-room · 6 years

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I’m thinking about coming out to my mom. Part of me really thinks she deserves to know because she is my mother but another part of me is thinking that she doesn’t need to know. I’m pansexual and my dad and stepmother are aware of this, I have told them openly that I like girls and they were fine with it because they said I’m still me I just happen to like the same gender. I don’t want to sound hateful because I love my mom, I really do but I feel like she hates me. (1/?)

And when I really think about it I am afraid that I may hate her too. Plus she is very homophobic even though she has LGBT friends she still is very homophobic. Like one time I wanted to cut my hair sort because I liked short hair/it was easier to take care of bc I have thick hair but she kept telling me how girls are suppose to have long hair and how I’d look like a boy. She even told my dad and stepmom to not let a trans friend of mine to my house because “she” will “turn me gay”(2/?) There was also another time when I needed a wallet for school because I personally don’t like carrying purses because I already have my backpack so my stepmom bought me one that could fit into my back pocket. My mom was furious when she saw it and was screaming at me in the car about how ungrateful I am/why I go ask them for wallet when she was gonna buy me one (they surprised me with it I didn’t even ask for it) to the point where I was bawling my eyes out. (3/?) She straight up told me that I was gonna become a butch lesbian. Because. Of. A. Fucking. Wallet. Even when she had a suspicion I liked girls she was screaming at me about why would I go on a date with a boy if I liked girls when I didn’t even know that “date” was a date because it was with a friend from back in elementary. I remember when she was going on a religious rant I was trying to get out of the car(to get away but I also had a musical to perform in) but she locked me in. (4/?) And a lot of my friends have short hair even if they aren’t part of the LGBT community but never invite any of them over bc my mom will make quick judgements/automatically assume they are gay. And she doesn’t take my mental health into consideration. I got diagnosed with a case of depression/very high anxiety but my mom shrugged it off/said I was being dramatic/after two sessions i stopped going to therapy bc she said it is a “white people thing” (5/?)My family is diverse because my moms is from Iraq while my dads is from Mexico. But just because I’m “not white” doesn’t mean that something isn’t wrong. I deeply feel like something is wrong but she says I’m being dramatic. Even when I was literally crying about how I wanted to die/hurting myself with high heeled shoes she still says it. I’m starting to go to therapy with the help of my stepmom/dad bc my mom refuses bc of her mild racism. (6/?) But even so part of me still thinks she has the right to know if I like boys, girls, or both. But I am terrified in fear she’ll disown me because even if we don’t get along I still want the connection with her. She’s threatened to kick me out before because when I was in 5th grade I said I wouldn’t know where I’d want to live with my dad/her because I like both houses and she said she’d “throw my shit in the streets and walk to franklin” (7/?) I try to keep in mind that she was raised differently/in another country but it is hard. But I’m thinking about buying a book called “this book is gay” and just leaving a note in there coming out when I go to college because I only have a two years. And she wants me to come back whenever I’m not in school but I don’t think I can handle that. But I’m still in a conflict if I should come out to her soon bc I don’t want to but I feel like I HAVE no mater what to tell her bc of how she raised me(8/8)

Coming out is a choice. It’s a very very important choice and oftentimes it’s a dangerous choice. It is not something you owe anyone. You should never ever come out to someone if it’s going to make you feel unsafe no matter who they are. Coming out should not be something you are guilted into. You should come out only to people who you know that you can trust with that information because this is still very very personal information. That trust is something that is earned, it’s not something you get just by being related to someone. Your mom has given you every reason to believe it is unsafe to tell her this. Your mother being from a different country matters because it is important to understand why she thinks the way it does and try to help and make compromises where you can, but it does not mean you should ignore or excuse the way she acts completely. The impact of her actions on you still matters no matter what her reasons for them are, and you need to take her behavior into account when you make an important decision like this because it is a good predictor of her future actions. You should not ever come out to someone if it will hurt you to do so. Please wait until you are ready. This is a risk. You do not owe it to your mother to risk your well being (mental or physical). I know this is hard and I am so sorry you are going through this. Please wait. You are what’s most important please do what’s best to take care of yourself.

—Mod Anna

#coming out #homophobia #transphobia #misgendering #fear #guilt #abuse tw #yelling #mental health issues #anxiety’s room

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resmarted · 3 years

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i will shield you from all the ugly in the world, the snares of the fowler and the beasts that lurk in plain daylight, i’ll take a sword to their ankles and bring them all to their knees. i shalt not be afraid for the terror by night nor for the arrow that flieth by day, the whole shebang, baby. i’m elbow deep in your rib cage with a determination like no other when i ask if i’m coming on too strong. of course i am. of course i beckon at your feet like a dog in the night, of course i am ready to tear anyone limb by limb for daring to speak ill on your name. everyone has warned you about me. there was a time i would laugh at this in twisted delight, and to be fair i still am a bit, but i’m not laughing when i say i would keep you safe. the world moves at a different speed when we are together, slows down, becomes more malleable. you are a blood diamond, mined from childhood trauma and sculpted into this rare, beautiful thing. i waste away in the very idea of you, with such a sick craving that i should be ashamed. i should repent for impure thoughts and whimsical notions on lazy afternoons where all i have to dream about is a life outside of this that’s easier and fun, but we both know i’ll just keep doing it. we both know i’ll apologize only to remain unchanged, this endless cycle of failed repression and untamed desire. you are a tense jawbone and rigid movements, cautious and selective with every minute detail of your interactions, a wounded animal in a cage of its own making. i am a wildfire, a clumsy overgrown ball of restless claws that can’t help but pounce, the moth to the flame and all that. i bet that’s everyone though. i bet it’s so sickening. i can’t imagine having to live with the weight of such great beauty and the pain it has invited into your life from such a young age. this isn’t pandering, or at least i don’t mean it that way, but it is a world so beyond me and my scope of understanding that i wouldn’t know where to begin as far as the consideration of what might make one uncomfortable or how it’s not always as funny as i think it is. yes i am too handsy and too forward and too fast and too furious, have we gone over this before? it feels like we have been down this road and i feel like i go in circles saying the same things so i just stopped saying anything at all. i cannot stop being who i am, though. i don’t know if that’s too traumatizing for you, but you should surely stay far away if that really is the case. i can never tell if you’re being dramatic or if i’m being the monster, or maybe it’s a little bit of both, but i’m not into it. i cannot play this game where i pretend you’re a sexless being and that i am disinterested in that entire aspect of your identity and just talk about old episodes of the office in some phony social dance that doesn’t even make any sense to begin with. i cannot feel within my purpose if i am not able to give and provide, but i tend to give to all the wrong people while the deserving are left in sleepless hunger. what is that? that off-kilter aim on the compass, that pit in the stomach that can read through the eyes and souls of everyone around me and still chooses to see the good regardless of the consequences it may hold over my own well-being? is it a conscious refusal to allow the misplaced anger and trust issues of others to consume my inner joy, or just plain stupidity? i can’t stand the thought of hurting you or being any added pressure to the spiraling and the unnecessary amount of shit you put yourself through, you hurt yourself enough on your own and certainly don’t need my help. i wish it were different. i wish i were able to act like everyone else does and pick on you like you’re just up for the chopping block as per the social norms. but when have you ever known me to participate in social norms? seriously. when have you ever known me to do it like anyone else?

i know you are scared and intimidated and have this unreasonable fear of not being good enough even though i am outside of your window setting myself on fire for your affection, which is weird to me, but i suppose you’ve known me in every other life and are well aware of my tendency to become bored and let go only moments after something that once burned so brightly. and i get it, the pedestal only gets higher so the fall is surely to be harder, but i swear even if that were the case i would simply pull out my mod podge and put you back together again piece by aching little piece. i would prop you back up in bed beside me so you can say things like, did you notice the influx of olsen twin posts with irrelevant captions going around? and i will just say see? people get it. you will remind me that literally no one gets it. and that’s fine, that’s always been the case. i cannot live my life waiting around for other people to get it nor do i feel the need to help them along in any capacity, but for you i would pull out the charts and graphs with great enthusiasm and teach you every idiosyncrasy of the kardashian-jenner family tree like our lives depended on it. my favorite part about this image is the thought of you so vehemently rejecting such knowledge that it causes an actual fight because it’s already my fault you know anything about them in the first place. how cruel of me! how dare i infest your precious mind with such pedestrian brain rot. please forgive me, please send my love to the gods and a letter of appeal to my rejection from the heavens. i’ve spent my life keeping everyone at arm’s length, only letting them know the very careful and concise parts of me that i have meticulously presented, and it will likely stay that way. it’s no one’s business! it’s literally no one’s business. not what i do with you or with him or her or them or zer or whoever it may be, for as much as i love to shout declarations of love from the rooftops, i am shouting into a void where passersby are unaware of how lucky they are to even witness in real time. i owe nothing to those standing before me, nor have they earned the right to know anything about me beyond the vapid nonsense i spew for fun, and i think that’s fine. no one else seems to think so, everyone seems to tiptoe around the rumor mill trying to put the pieces together and i can only feel flattered that so much time and energy has been invested into me and my personal life. this is the thing i keep saying, the thing about how only two types of people in the world exist, the creators and the consumers, and they’re almost never the same people. there is an instinct to poke and prod, perhaps because everyone is so open about everything they expect you to be the same. maybe because it’s become the norm to discuss gargling dicks and eating ass that by comparison i am a puritan that wandered into the wrong century and am somehow still being burned at the stake by the very same people claiming to also be witches. isn’t that strange? i used to have so much fun, but i suppose i’m filtering out the parts of these memories where i became the topic of conversation every time i wasn’t in the room, where i have been a mystery everyone tries to solve or to at least break apart and conquer in some sick game of their own making. i am a closed off little hermit because i learned the hard way.

i keep to myself and wait for the day you feel better enough to look me in the eye again. the isolation you’ve put yourself through has been a fraction of the kind i’ve grown so devastatingly accustomed to. you think this is a one time deal or that it’s a rare once in a lifetime sort of thing that happens during youth and that there’s an expiration on this type of risky behavior and general befuddlement, but i’m here to bear the bad news that it happens again and again. you will fail and fuck up over and over again. you will deal with relentless disappointments and it doesn’t make you any less of who you are. people will continue to target you the way they always have, for different reasons than my own but mostly all relating back to the attention they have or haven’t received from you. they feel safer in big numbers and sometimes i do too, i think it’s natural. being a loner though, being completely fine with the solitude, something about that really rubs people the wrong way. i’ve seen it happen countless times, a friend to all is a friend to none, and such. i know this isn’t much, like i know your issues delve a lot deeper than this tiny little surface i’m scratching, but you’re not too crazy for me. you will never be too crazy for me.

#long reads

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venominyourcoffee · 3 years

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Levi And His Robot Cat Girl Girlfriend

It was late at night, at least 3 in the morning. Ami was alone in her hotel room. The tv buzzes and plays advertisements in the background. With a screwdriver in hand, Ami was trying to do some maintenance on the gun on her leg. Ami’s eyes dart from her exposed leg wires and to a small tablet that hums and shows some instructions for maintenance. Ami speaks to herself with a focused tone as she tries not to get distracted.

“Let’s see, tight this bolt- secure this wire…” Ami let’s out a frustrated sigh as a though creeps in her mind. “Man, it’s late… where is he? If I have to bail his ass out again I swear.”

Ami hears a knock at the door and jumps slightly. Ami flips a mental switch and the gun retracts and the metal and synthetic plates cover the gun and resemble a normal leg. Ami gets up and looks through the peephole before opening the door. The sight that greets Ami is Levi with a satisfied smirk as he holds his side under a blood stained shirt. He lets out a huff and a snarky chuckle through the pain as he says “hey brat.”

Ami goes to help him walk but he quickly puts up his hand to stop her.

“Don’t touch me.” Levi said in a slightly annoyed tone. “I’m fine, went to some back ally doc. Bullet just grazed me. I just need to sit done.”

Levi limped his way to the big old couch in the main living room. He sits down with a groan and a sigh, as Ami stares with not a look of concern but annoyed. Ami speaks as she folds her arms and practically hisses at Levi. “Let me guess, Erwin again? Why get rich quick scam did you get mixed up in?” Levi’s brows frowned as he springs to his feat and uses his finger and thumb to grab Ami’s chin. He speaks in a low and clearly tired tone. “Listen to me! It was a decent score and we might get an even bigger paycheck. If this works I can actually get us what we deserve. Understand brat?”

Ami nodded and her ears slowly sank, she knew Levi wasn’t angry and just needed rest. Levi sat back down with a loud groan. He began rummaging through his pocket and pulled out a blood stained bullet.

“This is what shot me… it’s no ordinary round. When the Bastard shot it, it looked like it curved mid air. Do those little pretty brown optics of yours say anything?”

Ami focused as her optics scanned the bullet. After a few seconds Ami spoke as the data appeared in her vision. “Let’s see… came from a semi-auto pistol… low caliber… the manufacturer is the Armored Heart corporation? The only smart pistol they make is the MK 7 Mono. There was a huge factory recall of those.” Ami’s ears perk up as her tone changes to joy. “If the Heart Corporation is still allowing those to be sold, that’s against state code! Other companies would love to have kind of dirt! They’d pay through the nose!” Levi puts the bullet on a uneven table and flashes a devilish grin. “Exactly doll, Erwin set up a buyer and everything. For now I just lay low and wait. In fact doll how about some sleep? It’s past curfew.”

Ami nods and helps Levi lay down and the two fall asleep cuddling.

Ami wakes the next morning and doesn’t see Levi in bed, however she can hear the shower in the very close bathroom. Ami stands up and stretches. The sound of the close highway blares distant horns and sunlight filters through the tall buildings. As Ami stretched she can faintly hear the clicking of her joints and legs. Ami is lost in her morning yoga like routine, she doesn’t hear the shower stop or see Levi enter the room. Ami bends down to stretch and touch her toes until she jolts when she hears Levi’s voice. He whistles as he stand behind Ami, admiring his view. “My my, you may be an airhead Ami but damn your beautiful.” Ami blushes and she turns around to thank Levi. “Awww thanks babe I-“ as Ami turns she sees Levi is still naked and wet from his shower.

Ami’s eyes widen and she feels her face heat up, Levi looks unfazed as usual. Levi smirks as he walks past as Ami seems speechless by her man strutting his stuff. Ami can’t help but stare at Levi’s abs and of course what’s between his legs. Ami is so focused and flustered she slightly jumps when she feels Levi’s hand on her cheek. Levi smiles a little before he speaks in a teasing tone. “Like what you see? Well sadly I think I’m out of commission until the wound is healed fully. But maybe when we get back we can have a little fun.” Ami’s ears perk up as she composes herself and stutters as she speaks. “Yeah… wha- wait where are we going?”

Levi puts on underwear and pants and reaches for the bedside table and picked up a small chip like device. Levi says with a confidence filled laugh. “Forgot to tell you, Erwin dropped this off this morning. Not a lot but a good chunk of credits. Enough for us to have a good dinner and maybe I get you that dress you like.” Ami seems confused as she tilts her head and asks a question with complete innocence. “The pink and red one or the one that makes my ass look big?” Levi responds without missing a beat. “Doll every dress makes your ass look big, that’s why I buy them. To show the world your perfection and remind the world it’s mine.” Levi let’s a small devilish smile flash as Ami gets flustered again.

The two get dressed. Levi throwing on old jeans, a tight t-shirt and a leather jacket. Ami throwing on cut off jeans and a sweater. The two started their walk to the close by shopping district. As the two walked the sound of the urban city blare in the background. The sound of older car models hum on the street. Couples talk and fight in higher apartments as the higher end building skyline shines in the distance. Everywhere Levi looks he is reminded of one thing. This isn’t luxury, this is the world where you have to work and fight to survive. He knows he has to take chance but he knows not risk everything for nothing. But to him none of the fame or money means anything. What matters is every day he sees Ami smile. That one smile shows there’s still good in this world. That one smile is Levi’s one true joy he would fight tooth and nail for it. Ami knows she means a lot to him. However it’s hard for Levi to truly convey how much he cares, how much he loves her.

The two end up at the market place. Venders peddle second hand robotic tech and clothes. The occasional gang member collects protection money. exposed wires spark and bootleg transmissions talk in the background. It’s not the fancy kind of farmers market, but it’s a place where people make a living and you can buy decent stuff at cheep prices. Levi gently places his hand on Ami’s lower back to help guide her through the crowed and keep her close. Ami obliviously is just starting around and enjoying the day out. The two come across a small food stand that seems to be making breakfast food. The smell of fresh vegetables and synthetic condiments fill the air. The two sit down and ask the chef for two small breakfast melas and some coffee. The man nods and his robotic prosthetic beings preparing the meal.

Then man brings two cups of coffee and places two plates of bacon, eggs and hash browns. Levi starts eating but realizes how hungry he actually was and started eating faster. Ami smiles and laughs to herself as she eats more slowly. “Someone is hungry. Oh by the way you said Erwin dropped by, how is he? If you got grazed by a bullet I can’t imagine how he got out.” Levi slows down as he speaks with little to no emotion. “I got off easy, Erwin got really fucked up. When we got the info a security android ran up to him and broke his arm. When he came by our apartment his arm was in a cast. He looked high on pain killers too.” Levi went back to eating and Ami shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah I can’t say I blame him. Is he still using that hazard of a modded shotgun he made?” Levi chuckles to himself and he responds with a smirk. “Yeah, I swear that thing will blow his arm off one day. I half expect him to just throw it like a grenade one day.”

The happy couple continue eating until eventually Levi notices the chef slowly backing away. Suddenly a loud voice shouts from behind the two. “ACKERMAN!” Ami instantly flinches but Levi seems more annoyed since he knows who it is. The two turn around to see a group of three men in what can only be described as Apocalypse Clown attire. Messed up makeup, bats in barbed wire, leather jackets with big top color schemes and spiked Clown shoes. These guys would look so threatening… if there was actually an apocalyptic plot to this story. Now they just look like idiots in really bad cosplay with a clown fetish. Levi and Ami relax and Levi let’s out a deep sigh and has a tone laced with sarcasm and zero respect.

“Well if isn’t Max and the Big Top Bruisers. No wait you guys rebranded to The Quinn’s Gang right? I see your still rocking the clown aesthetic.”

The clown known as Max snaps back with clear anger. “You know damn well we are The Wild Cards right now! That- that doesn’t matter now. Long time no see Ackerman!” Ami speaks with complete innocence and dead pan delivery. “Didn’t I stab you with a fork at a bar a few days ago? And didn’t Levi kick you in the dick”

Levi quickly chimes in. “And he cried.” Ami responds with a blank expression and didn’t miss a beat. “Cried like a bitch.”

Max seems furious and snaps back like a child. “I didn’t cry! I am a clown of death and I spread fear wherever I go!” Ami and Levi exchange judgmental glares before both speaking in unison. “Really man?” Levi quickly ads with a mocking tone. “What, you gonna use your acid spraying flower on us? Oh maybe you’ll make a ballon animal and sick it on us?” Ami starts laughing and adds to the insult. “Oh maybe he’ll slip on a banana peel and make us laugh to death?” Levi let’s out a small chuckle and smiles at Ami before they high five. Max seem like steam is coming out his ears, figuratively speaking.

Max let’s out an angry grunt as he practically shouts. “Listen her you little shit! We heard you got dirt on a corporation, hand it over!” Neither Ami or Levi seem fazed by the yelling and Levi speaks with a slightly agitated tone. “Max, if a low life like you knows about my golden goose, don’t you think other higher gangs know?” Max looks a little confused but nods. Levi continues. “Then don’t you wonder why I didn’t just wake up with a bullet in my head this morning? If I have some easy money, why do you think other gangs weren’t waiting at my appointment?” Max let’s off a cocky laugh and smiles with a smug look. “Cause other gangs don’t know what a punk you are, or what easy pickings you are!” Levi sighed and let out a low tone. “Yup, your a moron.”

Levi throws his coffee cup in Max’s face, which shatters and spills hot coffee all over him as he falls to the ground crying in pain. In the confusion Levi springs up and in three punches to the stomach and face and one fantastic kick, he takes out of the other clowns. Ami quickly summersaults and wraps her legs around the third clowns head as she restrains his arms. With one quick motion the third clown is on the ground and in the tightest scissor hold he’s ever been in. Levi walks towards Max and grabs him by his glued on wig. Levi speaks calmly and in monotone. “Quick heads up, if you have dirt on a corporation don’t share it. The Corpo’s already know who’s involved and with each new party introduced, the payment gets smaller and more shared. Gangs wouldn’t even bother sharing the info cause it’s a lose lose for everyone. So fuck off. Amy let the man go.”

Ami let’s her legs go of the mans neck and he gasps for air. Ami stands up and brushes the dust off her outfit and walks to Levi’s side. Ami and Levi don’t even sound out of breath as they pay the chef and walk off. Levi’s hand rested on Ami’s hip as he pulled her close as they walk. Ami can’t help but blush as she says “there’s the man I love. I can’t help but love watching you fight.” Levi smiled and whispered into Ami’s ear in a teasing tone. “And I love watching those leg of yours go to work. Maybe we can buy a healing stem and you can work those legs for me at home doll.” Ami’s breath hitches as she shyly nods and squeaks out a response through blushed cheeks. “Y-yes sir.” Levi raises and eyebrow and smirks to himself when he hears the title.

The happy and slightly horny couple continued walking and window shopping as the day went on. Eventually a clothing store catches Levi’s eye. Levi talks with a warm smile, well as warm as he can be. “Hey Ami, how about a new dress? My treat.” Ami’s eyes sparkle and her ears perk up as she eagerly nods. The two head in as Ami looks for a new dress. Ami can’t help but hop up and down from excitement. Oblivious to her actions her chest moves as she jumps, which slowly eats away at Levi. Eventually Ami finds a dress she really likes. A short cocktail dress made from a latex material. Ami gets into a dressing room while Levi waits on a chair nearby. Levi notices practically no one is in the store. The only other soul in the store is the store clerk who seems very distracted by a magazine and loudly talking to a friend on her coms link.

Levi can’t get Ami out of his head. Seeing her jump and more importantly seeing her fight really got to him. Levi can’t help but let his hands slowly rest on his growing bulge as he tries to control himself. Eventually Ami opens the dressing room door wearing the dress. However she picked the right size, it seems the dress wasn’t meant for an Android with such assets. The dress barley covers Ami’s nipples let alone her actual chest. Ami doesn’t seem to even notice and smiles with pure innocence. “Well? Looks good? I love the color.”

This, seeing the woman he loves in such a fashion, this is what broke Levi’s resistance. Levi gets up and leads Ami back into the changing room and locks the door behind him. He manages to push Ami against the wall and rests his hand next to her head. With barely any effort, Levi slips the dress down and Ami’s chest falls out completely. Ami can’t help but pant and blush as Levi’s free hand massages her chest, as his fingers feel the softness and gets lost in her beautiful skin. Levi let’s out a small chuckle as he flashes a smile like a devil. “Damn babygirl, you have such an effect on me. You don’t know what you do to me. Maybe I have the strength to have you right here and now.” Ami stares deep into his eyes and almost gets lost in the feeling before letting shaky but eager words slip out. “I would love that darling.”

Levi acted on instinct as he attacked Ami’s neck with kisses and bites. Ami let out a moan before Levi used his free hand to cover her mouth. Levi’s breath was already speeding up, as he spoke with lust filled eyes and a smile. “Shhhh, be quiet brat. Don’t want anyone hearing you, do we?” Levi can feel Ami smile in his palm as she nods. Levi quickly helps Ami out of her dress as he steps back and smiles, admiring every curve. “Now we don’t want the dress to get dirty do- fucking hell… I forgot how beautiful you. And how lucky I am to have you to myself.”

Ami’s eyes widen as her checks burn and a flame in her core ignites. Ami can practically feel Levi’s eyes on her, as if his hands were caressing her voluptuous body. Levi has a hunger in his eyes as he can’t stop smiling. Levi’s hands find their way to Ami’s breasts as they message her. Levi forces his tongue into Ami’s mouth as it makes Ami start to lose focus. The two make out as if they haven’t met in months.

Levi pulls back and pinches both of Ami’s nipples hard, which earns a sharp moan from her. Levi speaks already with heavy deep breaths. “Oh Fuck brat, these pants are getting tight. How about you help me sweetie?” Ami nods as her tongue hangs slightly out of her mouth, her eyes seem glazed over with pleasure. Ami drops to her knees and fiddles with Levi’s zipper before dropping his pants and freeing his dick. As soon as the underwear comes off, Levi’s huge and hard cock springs out almost slapping Ami in the face. Ami’s mouth hangs open as she pants, as Levi’s hand rests on her head. Levi’s hand slowly massages her ears which perk and become sensitive. Levi speaks and Ami whines from the stimulation. His voice practically growling with animalistic lust. “Theres my beautiful brat. I saw you eyeing me up this morning. Well now you get what you wanted. Go ahead brat, eat up.”

Ami’s eyes widen and without hesitation, she slides Levi’s throbbing cock into her mouth. Ami’s wet and hot mouth extracts a loud moan from Levi, as his hand fists into her long hair. Levi speaks through fasting breath and his tone lowers. “Fuck! That’s so… good brat!” Ami bobs her head back and forth at a slow but decent pace. As Levi’s eyes squint at the pleasure, Ami’s hand slithers it’s way down her body and between her thighs. As Ami beings to rub between her folds, it causes her to moan and send vibrations through Levi’s twitching cock. Levi hears a knock and holds Ami’s head still, as he hears an annoyed voice. “Hey if y’all are gonna fuck in there, lock up for me. Keys are by the door. I’m going on a lunch break.” Levi smiles as he starts guiding Ami’s head back and forth as he snickers to himself. “Oh no baby, we were caught.” All Ami does is moan and blush.

All of this, her moans, his pleasure and building tension of release. It’s all of these factors that flips a switch in Levi’s head. Without ever saying a word, Levi pulls Ami off his dick and picks her up. He spins her around and pushes her on her hands and elbows. Levi quickly feels up Ami’s gorgeous skin and pulls Ami’s panties down. Ami pants and she shakes her ass in teasing fashion as she talks through shallow breaths. “W-what about your injury?” Levi digs his hands into Ami’s hips and smiles as he slides his dick against her dripping folds. Levi talks in a low tone and almost growls as he catches his breath. “Fuck my injury, I need you!” Without warning, Levi takes his dick away from Ami’s dripping heat and rams his dick hard deep into Ami’s asshole. Ami let’s out a sharp whine that evolves into a loud moan as Ami’s hands almost break the table she’s supported on with her grip. In a split second what feels like a deep pain melts into pleasure as Ami’s face makes an erotic expression as her mind shuts off. Levi gives a quick and hard slap to Ami’s ass, eliciting another loud moan. Levi digs his fingers into Ami’s hips and begins thrusting fast and hard.

Each thrust sends the echo of flesh hitting flesh. Each thrust brings a pleasured grunt from Levi, and a high pitched shriek of pleasure from Ami. Levi can’t keep but help talk during this moment. “Fuck, yes brat. We’re alone now, I want to hear you scream!” Ami’s eyes start rolling back as her free hand slips between her thick thighs and plays with herself. Ami let’s out broken words and moans as she sways with each thrust. “Oh fuck! Yes! More! Destroy my ass with your massive cock! Rearrange my guts! RUIN ME PLEASE!” These words of encouragement put Levi in a trance and his thrusts become fast. Like inhuman fast. Ami feels a growing fire in her core as she quickly finds true bliss and relief. However she may have climaxed, Levi doesn’t stop his thrusts. Ami can’t keep up and eventually regresses into a whimpering and moaning mess that begs for more and more. Ami’s voice cracks and reaches a high pitch as her words sound like broken prayers. “Please… more… please… fuck!”

Levi smiles as he hears his brat let out such pathetic begging whimpers. Yes he respects and loves Ami dearly. However knowing it’s so easy for him to make her scream, that’s something he takes great joy in. Levi thrusts as hard as he can, as Ami’s tight ass sucks him in deeper. With every thrust Ami’s ass flexes and becomes looser as Ami reaches a second orgasm with not a loud scream, but with a low whimper and a quiet curse under her breath. After a few minutes of Ami feeling like she’s going to pass out from pleasure and overstimulation, Levi grabs a fist of Ami’s hair and yanks back as he curses. “Fuck! Brat, take this!”

Ami feels hot and thick cum shoot deep into her, as Levi cums more then Ami expected. Levi’s cock twitches as he empty’s himself into his personal doll. There’s so much cum that it starts to leak out and drip down Ami’s thigh. Ami’s eyes roll back and all she can muster are small whimpers and broken yeses. Levi let’s go of Ami’s hair as he pulls out and takes a step back to admire his brat. Ami’s thigh shake as her legs feel weak. Her ass gapes and tries to re-clench at the sudden missing massive dick. As much as she clenches, her ass is wide open as it tries to wink at Levi. After a few seconds, Levi’s cum starts to drip, more like flow out of Ami’s gaping hole. Levi raises his hand high and gives a hard slap to Ami’s ass, which was the last bit of her strength gone as her legs give out and she falls to her knees. Ami sits in a puddle of hers and Levi’s cum that pools and stains her inner thighs.

Ami tries to catch her breath as she feels a rough grip on her throat, reach around and pull her sitting up. Ami was pushed against Levi’s thigh as his slowly softening cock twitches slightly in her peripheral vision.

Levi let’s out a low laugh as he talks to Ami while catching his breath. “Fuck… babygirl you did so good. My little brat really deserved that dress. Did you have fun darling?” Ami’s mouth hangs open for a few seconds as her head clears while she responds with a nod and a joyful tone. “Yeah… yes. That was amazing! But fuck my ass is sore… but I don’t mind.” Levi helps Ami to her feet and gives her a tight hug and a kiss to the forehead. The two mop up their mess and Ami gets dressed. As the two leave the dressing room, the find a note next to a key. The note reads. “When your done fucking in my store, lock up. The dress is on the house. That was the most interesting thing all day.”

The two laugh to themselves and lock up the store and head out, with the now partially dirty dress in a bag. Levi checks his phone which was blowing up with missed calls, which were blocked out by Ami’s moans. All of the calls were from Erwin, now voice mail. Levi calls back Erwins number and the phone barley rings before Erwin picks up. “Jeez man I’ve been trying to call you! Where were you?” Levi with a completely dead pan tone responds. “Busy. What do you want?” Erwin sighs before responding. “Well we found a buyer for the intel. I need you as a witness. Come to dock 4 now.” Erwin hangs up and Levi gives an annoyed sigh as he turns to Ami. “Can we make a pitstop and head to the docks? Erwin found a buyer.” Ami nods and the two make their way to the docks district.

The day passes as the afternoon light shimmers on the waterfront. Large ships pass in the distance branding corporation logos on the side of the ships. Erwin stands I front of his classic restored muscle car. His blond hair sways in the breeze. His left arm is covered in a cast that is lightly covered by his large leather rain coat. Levi and Ami walk to to him. Levi speaks before his attention is grabbed. “Hey Erwin good to- oh no. Your growing that stupid beard back?” Ami snickers to herself as she speaks with a smile, trying to hide her laughter. “Hey Erwin, good to see you. You like a teenager in high school bro.” Erwin uses his free and and feels his chin stubble. He sighs and texts something on his phone. “Look, just- it’s hard to shave and- that’s not important. The buyers will be here soon. I did most of the work, I just need you to back me up. The buyers are the Rose Gold corporation. You might have heard of them, big time weapon manufacturer.” Levi nods and shoots a smug grin and speaks with a chuckle. “And their about to drop their new line of smart rifles right? No wonder they’d be pissed about this.” Erwin nodded with a similar confident smirk.

The two chitchat for a bit before four armored SUV’s with tinted windows pull up in a circle formation. Several armed and masked figures with trench-coats step out of the cars and stand still. A woman in a high end suit steps it and looks directly at the group. Ami let’s out a small gulp as she’s not used to corporate meetings. Levi notices and pulls Ami to his side and wraps one arm around her waist. He whispers to a Ami in a reassuring voice. “Just keep calm, don’t flinch. Don’t show these idiots that their all talk is working.” The woman walks up to Erwin and speaks with both sass and a little respect. “Your Erwin right? You said you have proof the Armored Heart Corporation is in violation of a weapon recall?” Erwin nodded and silently hands the woman a chip with a stern look. The woman saps the chip into her phone and reads the report. The woman stays silent for a few seconds before she turns her eyes to Levi, completely ignoring Ami.

The woman speaks with a very bored tone. “And you have the proof?” Ami subtly clung to Levi as he pulled out the smart pulley from his pocket. He tossed it in the air and the girl in the suit caught it and snapped her fingers. One of them masked men in trench-coats slowly walked up and held the bullet in front of his mask. The mask lit up as it scanned the bullet. The masked figure nods and the woman gives a smirk. She pulls out her phone and speed dials someone and starts speaking. “Yes- Yes it’s confirmed. Send the payment.” The woman hangs up and smiles as she extends her hand for a handshake. “Thank you mister Levi, mister Erwin and… whoever the cat girl is. The money will be in your accounts by tomorrow. Pleasure doing corporate espionage with you.” The woman keeps her hand extended to Levi, who keeps and iron stare and stays still. All Levi does is hug Ami closer to him and doesn’t budge one bit. The woman slowly closes her hand and nods as her and her masked figures get back into the SUVs and start to drive off.

Once the cars drive out of sight, Erwin let’s out a deep sigh as if he was holding s breath the whole meeting. “Fuck I hate meeting with Corpos. But that went better then I expected. You good Ami?” Levi turns to Ami and gives her a kiss on the forehead and a tight hug. Levi speaks in a loving tone that surprises Erwin a little. “Are you ok sweetie? You did very well, I’m proud of you.” Ami’s eyes go doe eyed as her ears perk up and a warm smile shines on her face. Ami knew she was safe with her man, and Levi would protect her with all he had. Ami nods and kisses Levi’s cheek and smiles as she talks. “Yup! I think you had that woman shaking in fake ass leather boots!” Levi laughs before he notices Erwin’s face of disbelief. Levi quickly let’s out a shout like an attack dog but with a very straight face. “The fuck you looking at Erwin?” Erwin snaps back and coughs as he awkwardly responds. “Oh! Nothing. Umm… I can drive you guys back home if you want?”

Levi and Ami nod as they hop in the back of Erwin’s car. He turns the key and hears the rwar of an older engine and the car speeds off. As the car drives along the highway near the docks, the setting sun shines on the coast and gently illuminate Levi and Ami cuddling in the backseat. As Ami relaxes in Levi’s arms, he gently rubs her head and shoulders as he whispers in her ear. “It’s days like these that remind me all over why I love you darling.” Ami smiles warmly and kisses Levi’s check as she whispers back. “And I love you too baby.”

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discoursecatharsis · 6 years

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Twitter thread: "we need to have a serious discussion about the content spread online especially in fandoms--" Me: *side eyes the fuck out of this twitter thread bc it was definitely going to be about fictional shit and how the few people who DO groom kids with fictional characters who (may) be prepubescent are lumped in with loads of other pedophiles who use literally anything else to groom kids; few comments say an adult 40+ and a 14 y/o is pedophilia* spoiler alert: the thread was about that

This was the only ask about this I got, tumblr probably ate the other part(s), sorry! If you want to resend them, please do.

But I know what you’re referring to and… I have a lot of thoughts on that so. Here we go.

(Here’s the thread anon is referring to. Please take the CWs listed seriously before reading.)

The thread is about a “Problematic Zine” that some people tried to make. Idk if it was for a specific fandom or just a general zine. A lot of people thought this was a bad idea. There’s a rumor that a mod behind it is a 40 year old parent (that is apparently false though) and that made people uncomfortable. The zine got a lot of backlash and they deleted.

Here’s what the zine’s FAQ was before they deleted. And what caused so much outrage. Read it and come to your own conclusions.

To summarize, first this zine was going to feature some really heavy stuff: major character death, graphic depiction of violence, rape/noncon, and “underage” (I assume whatever the A03 definitions are of these). Secondly, they weren’t accepting any art of underage characters, but written submissions were okay. Thirdly, they were allowing minors to participate, so long as they didn’t write smut. So I guess they could participate in the death/violence part, but no smut.

Now onto what personally bothers me.

I’m all for “do/draw/write whatever you want, so long as you tag properly.” But I also don’t think people should be allowing minors to participate in a zine that is going to have all these heavy things. If they’re not old enough to go to an R-rated movie by themselves, they shouldn’t participate in a zine that is going to have R-rated things in it.

It’s one thing to draw/write whatever you want on your own blog. It’s another thing to make an anthology of it and encourage minors to participate. And I think that was the first way the people behind this zine went wrong.

Now. Most people on twitter seem to be more focused on the rape/noncon and “underage” part. Which I think people have blown out of proportion a bit. I’m not well-versed on rape/noncon and I honestly don’t have many opinions about that because I don’t like it, so I never read about it or get into the issue.

But I want to go more into the response towards the “underage” bit.

I hate that “underage” is such a vague term that encompasses literally everyone from age 0 to 17.

“Underage” fics are fine with me if it’s teenagers. Teens have sex, it happens. Someone wants to write about their 15 and 17 year old otp having sex? Fine, whatever, it’s okay. Tag it with “underage” because that’s what it is according to A03.

I’m not okay with people depicting characters under 13 years old in sexual situations. I know it exists. I know it’s out there. I know people are free to do whatever they want and I can’t stop them. But I don’t like it. And I wouldn’t be so upset with this zine if they simply clarified that. A little note saying, “Underage* *meaning only characters between the ages of 14 and 17″ would’ve sufficed.

I recognize the username of the person who made the twitter thread. I’ve reblogged a post of theirs in the past, where they wrote a very good defense of 0tayur1. In it, they were furious that people were misusing the word “pedophilia” and applying it to 0tayur1 where it did not belong. So frankly I’m a little shocked that op of that twitter thread would equate “underage” to pedophilia without clarification like they did in their 0tayur1 post.

That twitter thread is quite… scary. The stories that OP told I mean. It’s certainly a lesson in being cautious of what media you consume and that it can lead people to a very immoral, criminal place/mindset.

However, I felt like the thread was really fear-mongering. OP was referring to Dark Web shit. That’s a whole ‘nother level. It is not okay to equate that - CP of real living breathing children - to fictional ships. Especially the 98% of ships that are pretty harmless yet shippers still get harassed for. OP was talking about people who got into Dark Web stuff, and from there would use fiction because it was easier to get. But they started with the Dark Web, they started with the real stuff. Fanfic didn’t make them to that. If fandom didn’t exist, the Dark Web still would and people would still access it. So it’s a bit of a reach to blame fandom for that. However, I get what OP was trying to say though, it was a tale in being cautious of people who are into certain things in fiction because you may not know their intentions in consuming that content.

I think the Problematic Zine was a bad idea, imo. Yeah problematic content exists. But I don’t think that’s something you should dedicated an entire zine too, while allowing minors to participate no less. Bad concept, bad execution, shouldn’t have happened. But I also think the outrage for it is a bit overblown too. It was Bad but it wasn’t Dark Web Bad.

#ask #Anonymous

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omegawizardposting · 6 years

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I wanna thank y’all for the support and the help y’all have given both me and @speedbee. Tonight has been a real shitshow. ;;

I’d like to give some clarification on the full issue, how it began, and why it began. I feel like, even though I have talked about the incident before, maybe I didn’t go into enough detail. I want everyone to be on the same page.

(Warning: petty personal drama below.)

Several months ago, my mother was hospitalized. She’d become septic from a kidney infection. I was very stressed out, both because my mother is abusive, and because, despite that, I was worried for her safety. Let’s just say that I was in an emotionally vulnerable position.

I had a friend. I’ll only call him S. I will not use or divulge his tumblr URL, even though he is no longer on tumblr. If you’re thinking of tracking him down to heckle him, don’t. That’s not what I want. What I want is for this whole mess to end, and maybe now it finally will.

So, I had a friend, S. S was someone I had known for a long while. He was someone I trusted and cared for a great deal. He also had serious aggression and anger issues. He frequently started drama over very petty things, and I talked with him about his behavior often. He promised me he was going to try to better himself. I promised him I would do the same, because, let’s be real, I also have aggression and anger issues.

For me, it was a very intimate thing. It was two close friends growing closer by overcoming their problems together. That’s how I viewed it, and that’s why I continued to stand by him. I supported him no matter what happened. I was run ragged playing peacekeeper between him and the rest of my circle of friends. I wanted the others to understand that he was trying, that he didn’t mean it, just give him a chance.

The problem was, they’d given him many chances--and so had I, but I cared about him so much that I just kept excusing him. “He said he’s trying,” I told myself. “We’re both trying together.”

The straw that broke the camel’s back, as you all know, was him telling another friend of mine, Taylor, to choke. They had been on rocky terms for a while due to his behavior, and Taylor opened up to him about no longer being comfortable as his friend. S said he understood, and, this is important, also said he understood if she blocked him on discord.

She then removed him from her friends list, because, as she’d discussed with him, she wasn’t comfortable being friends. He thought she had blocked him, and told another friend of ours that she “could choke.”

I’d had enough.

I was absolutely fucking devastated. It was all I could do to keep from hyperventilating in my mother’s hospital room. I went back and forth with my other friends about it, uncertain as to what I should do, before finally realizing, “He’s not going to change, I’m the only one who’s been trying,” and making the decision to cut him out of my life.

Even weeks, months after the fact, there was still a hole in my heart where he had been. I agonized over whether or not I’d done the right thing, if maybe, instead of blocking him abruptly, I should have heard him out.

I knew he would have just lured me right back in, though, and that’s why, just like with that friend from so long ago, I cut him out without warning, quick, like ripping off a band-aid. I didn’t want to give him the chance to convince me to stay in a friendship that was actively taking a toll on my mental health, and on the health of my other friends. I didn’t want him to feed me more empty promises, which I would then believe and use to excuse further toxic behavior. I’d been around that rabbit track before, I wasn’t going ‘round again.

It’s not something I’m happy about. Yes, I do feel better about removing him from my life after all of the drama that’s gone down, all of the shit he’s talked behind my back. I feel like I dodged a bullet. I feel like, if I’d stayed any longer, he would have hurt me like he hurt my friends, and I may not have had the sense to realize I was being hurt. I can be naive, and gullible, and far too trusting of people I think I know well.

But it’s not something I’m happy about. I wish it hadn’t happened. I wish it hadn’t had to happen. I wish things could have been resolved and we all could have gotten along. I had to think of myself and the many other people involved, though. I couldn’t just think of S and S alone.

Since cutting ties with him, there have been two or three instances of him bad-mouthing me and my friends in his server. I only know this, because a mutual friend was kind enough to inform me. I don’t condone spying at all, and I’m not sure if this constitutes it, but, if it does, trust me, I don’t feel good about it. This friend was mutual, as I said, shared between us, and just happened to be in S’s discord server as well as mine--and they felt it was important that I know what S was telling other people about me and my friends. I’m eternally grateful to them for keeping me informed.

The most heinous incident, in my opinion, was when he lied about myself and my friends. He claimed that our friend group was falling apart. That’s a lie. He claimed that I blocked my friend, Matt. That’s a lie, I have never once blocked him. He then claimed to be the catalyst for our fabricated misery, and gloated about it. That’s a lie.

I don’t know if he was being fed false information by someone else, or if he was actually lying, but, whatever the case, he was spreading lies in his server as fact.

This, what you’ve seen tonight, is just the most recent incident in a slow trickle of incidents. It began when we banned someone, I’ll call them J, from my private server. J wasn’t a bad person, or, I didn’t think they were, but, like S, they had aggression and anger issues. We had spoken to them about these before; I was forced to step in on at least one occasion. They were making others uncomfortable, and, just like before, I had to think of others besides just J and J alone.

Matt, one of the mods on my server, confronted them again. They had a heated discussion. Matt explained to them that, yes, they were being aggressive, and that it was making people uncomfortable. They butted heads pretty badly, and, in the end, J said, paraphrasing, “I’m not going to let you do to me what you did to S.”

For me, this was the tipping point. I went from mildly disappointed to absolutely furious, livid, beside myself with anger. After everything I had said on the subject of my falling out with S, after being open and honest about it the day of and continuing to be open and honest about it whenever S stirred up drama in his own server, J had decided that that wasn’t enough. We were the abusers.

The worst part is, I have no idea how long they felt this way, how long they pretended to be my friend, when, in truth, they viewed me as a monster. It was incredibly disheartening.

Of course, J went immediately to S, and another round of shit-talking started up in S's server. Meanwhile, we were discussing the issue in my server, explaining what had happened to those not involved, providing receipts when necessary, and just generally being upset about the whole ordeal.

Then the anons came in, and now here we are. I’d like to mention that neither S nor J condone what happened tonight, but the fact remains that it wouldn’t be happening if either one of them weren’t so, excuse my anger, goddamn petty.

I had reasons for cutting S out of my life. I could not handle his behavior anymore. I am also mentally ill. There is only so much I can take from a person before I decide, “I cannot handle your drama anymore, I cannot handle you sending my friends into panic attacks over tumblr discourse anymore, I cannot handle you wishing harm on my friends for things they did not even do anymore.”

I never once lied to S. I had every intention of sticking by him to the end, and of allowing him back into my server when he felt he was mentally prepared. We would still be friends now if he hadn’t pulled that stunt with Taylor. He would be in my discord server again, most likely. I was this man’s most aggressive stan. I excused so much of his behavior, I made a fool of myself stanning for him more than once, because I cared so much.

We shared so many good times together, and we supported each other through so much. I’m grateful for those times and for that support. But I’m also not going to let someone treat me or my friends the way S did. I’m too old for that, and I get enough of it from my mother.

So, to my followers, that’s the sitch.

To S, and J, and everyone in that server, if you can see this, if you’re reading it, please, let tonight be the end of it. I received death and rape threats because of your grudge. Matt received threats against his dog and actual gore because of it. This has gone way too far, you need to stop. This all needs to stop. You need to step back, take a deep breath, and just accept that we’ve gone our separate ways.

Move on, I am begging you. There is no reason why we have to be at each other’s throats, and there is no reason why what happened tonight should have happened. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I want to put this behind me, and I will keep your names out of my mouth if you’ll keep mine and my friends’ out of yours.

What happened was unfortunate, I wish it hadn’t happened, but it did, I’ve tried to move on with my life, but you keep talking mad shit behind my back, and, yeah, of course I’m going to get heated when you do that. I really, honestly, legitimately do just want us all to put this behind us and live our lives.

I wish you all the best, but, please, end this.

Thank you.

#personal

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huntingforsues · 7 years

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((Oh god the base ))

Civilian Name: Diana Ristau

Alter Ego Name & Why: Nightowl

She doesn't really know why, it was more or less “the other two are flying animals, and- I'm pretty much nocturnal, so. Yeah.” ((okokokokoko FUCKIN HOLD IT THIS IS SOME B U L L S H I T, Bruce got the name batman bc of thr batcave and such and Dick got the name Robin bc thats what his parents called him so BITCH-)) Affiliation: The Team ((Ok I know this is Young Justice and all b ut "The Team"? what the bullshit team bc I feel like you would belong there))

Birth Date [optional] + Age:

May 20th, 2000. She's 16.

Gender + Sexuality [optional]:

She is female but prefers to go by, they/them/it.

She is Asexual but is more Panoramic (combination of Pansexual and Asexual)

Civvie Appearance Description:

She doesn't wear skirts. Period. ((Don't just a damn she can wear a poncho for all I care)) She mainly wears jeans doesn't really matter the color as long as it isn't something she considers obnoxious such as white, yellow, and/or pink. Medium-Dark blues, certain shades of grey, and black are the “acceptable colors” to her. Of course she has to have her black converse, which she is almost always wearing when not in her her “hero costume.” To be honest she would have incorporated her converse into her costume if Batman hadn't stepped in and said no

Now finally, a crop top from her hometown's College, UNLV (this is a real Collage you can look it up-) ((Does it look like I give a shit sweetie this is DC)) though she isn't in her “hometown” she still wears the shirt, like,“in honor”.

Alter Ego Appearance Description:

She wears mostly black- Because, why not? ((Bc Zero originality and EDGE)) But most of the lining is done in red ((H HHHH)), that had it's own meaning to it that I won't spoil quite yet. She has a black on the outside, white on the inside type of Cape “because it came with the outfit”((hhHHHHHH)). She of course has a similar black mask as Robin does, which replaces her normal glasses. Along with a grey utility belt, her light grey/white fingerless gloves (that go up to her elbow), each glove has something on it. On the left hand side she has a mini gun that is attached to it ((The fUCK just a casual gun attached to her wrist)) , that can be swapped out for a grappling hook. On the right are more pockets, often where she keeps her ammo/knives. Finally she has her dark grey heeled boots, which she claims to be easier to fight in, (They aren't 10 inches, but they are a decent 2-3 inches). (Aka) Crush + Why they like them/What personality trait did they like:

N/A, She loves the team and all, but she considers them all as Family.

Personality [optional]: Despite what she might tell you, she is incredibly smart. Take a look at her Report card to prove it. She is a weird combination of a nerd and a geek, and will often try to make things from video games become real.

((Fuck, fucking fucking fuck cunt shit fuck me with a crescent moon that has a duck at the end))

Despite what she might show, she is caring, and cares for the team more than anything- She steals from the Fast and Furious in saying “I don't have friends, I have family.”

While all of this is fine and Dandy, she is slightly unstable, ((oF FUCKING COURSE)) she doesn't show it, but she has nightly dream terrors that after cause her to sleep during the day

Do they have powers? (If yes, must describe powers):

She doesn't have really any noticeable powers, she could be considered a witch because she has the ability to cast spells, though she rarely does so, thanks to her instability,

she doesn't trust herself with magic. Well at least the good kind. Her main/only noticeable power is her Accelerated healing ((i wANT TO BANG MY HEAD IN A WA L L)) , she can't heal as fast as deadpool, or come back from the dead, but her healing factor is higher than the average human. Depending on the injury, most times it can take a few minutes, up to a day or two at most to heal. (EX, small cut, a minute, maybe two, a broken bone, depending how severe, couple of hours to a few days.) Weapon of choice [optional]: She isn't too picky with her weapon choice, it mainly depends on the situation. Most of the time she will prefer her Gun.

((Then just say a fucking gun))

Strengths:

Thanks to her chaotic mind, she is immune to most psychic attacks, though it doesn't stop her from becoming nauseated or dizzy as a minor side effect.

Hand-to-Hand combat is another strength, while she isn't bad with a gun (almost any type) She is better when dealing with an enemy up close, even if they brought a knife to the fight. ((So you’re saying she’s good with a gun and hand to hand combat - mhm yeah - fuck you))

Weaknesses: I know this is probably cliche, but her family is her greatest weakness, depending on who you target, she can fight to the death for them, or practically become your slave (Family= Batman, Alfred, the team, and her biggest family related weakness, her best friend, I'll explain later) ((YES THIS IS FUCKING CLICHE AND JUST A LAZY THING TO ADD IN BC MOST PEOPLE WOULD DO THAT THEIR FUCKING FAMILY))

Her other weakness is of course her instability. She can just break down sometimes if she's under too much stress or something similar, this is why she spends a lot of time by herself, and at least a couple of days a month away from the squad where she just does whatever she wants. (The only people who know is Batman, Robin, and Alfred)

General background information:

Diana didn't know her mom, like at all. She died 7 months after Diana’s birth on December 18th, 2000 ((Ok, ok this is DC therefore this is fine)) Diana was left alone with her father and soon began having nightmares, demons told her that she was one of them- that she was a product of a demon and a human

That caused her to become more and more unstable, but she found ways of comfort in her closest friends, her family. More tragedy is still to come, Diana's father died when she was 10, ((GREAT)) and worse yet, her best friend was shipped away to some mental hospital on the east coast (Arkham Asylum).

Diana ran away and headed for the place that her best friend was located. Once she was in Gotham (Aged 13 going on 14), she had to do odd and… illegal… jobs (no prostitution. Absolutely not.) Given her young and innocent look, she was able to smuggle various items through security, and even became an assassin for a short period of time until Batman and his new sidekick, Robin caught her. After a short period in Arkham, she was released thanks to a “Mysterious benefactor”, who then took her in, Bruce Wayne. She knew who he was right away, but she was grateful nonetheless. She fights with him as part of her way of paying him back, and to protect her new family.

((Fucking why?)) Extra [optional]:

She knows Martial Arts, (she does because I do and I've been doing it since I was in first grade and I'm younger than her and I'm nearly a black belt).

((10/10 no self insert here none here ma’am))

I'm not sure what else to really put down....

((Fuck this I’m 100/10% done))

- Mod Ghost [Skip]

#Young Justice #young justice oc #mary sue #EDGY

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rfa-squad-blog · 7 years

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Hi! Uhm hc on how would RFA+V+Saeran would do and feel of MC sometimes feels hurt whenever her ex talks to her. She says she had already moved on but she still feel pain sometimes. Thanks!

I’m not sure if we did these right but I hope you like them. Sorry for any spelling mistakes i’m sick AF right now. Also these ex boyfriends say some mean shit so be careful! Love you guys - Mod MC

Zen:

Your ex was such a huge flirt and because of this nature he was basically a playboy

Because of his fickle nature he ended up cheating on you and when you found out it broke your heart and you broke up with him.

It had taken months before you got over him but you were with Zen now for more than two years and you honestly thought he was the one.

You were shopping for the holidays when you ran into your ex and even though you had a messy breakup he was still flirting with you hardcore.

When you basically rejected all of his advances he started to get angry.

“So I heard you were with that popular musical actor Zae or whatever, how’s that going for you?”

“His name is Zen and I don’t have to tell you anything about my life anymore so mind your own business.” You snapped at him tired of being around him.

“Woah, easy there. I was just asking because I know you left me because I had an affair, you know since he’s so popular he’ll probably end up cheating on you too. After all you are very naive. Oh man it was so easy to lie to you.” He started to laugh in that fake laugh of his that you always hated

“Zen would never do anything like that to hurt me. He loves me and will always be a better man than you will ever be.” You spat out.

“I’m just saying that you aren’t anything special and he is a pretty famous guy, why would he even stick around with you? I’m telling you now so you won’t be shocked in the future but he will cheat on you.” You couldn’t stand being around this jerk for a second longer and quickly turned around and walked away.

Even though you were over this jerk it still hurt when you thought about how he cheated on you, and his words today hurt more. You walked back to Zen’s place in a daze.

You knew you weren’t anything great compared to Zen and he could do honestly better.

Your ex’s words started to replay in your head and before you knew it you were curled up on zen’s couch crying your heart out.

One of your biggest insecurities was that you weren’t good enough for Zen, and even though you knew Zen would never stoop as low as to cheat on you it still hurt to hear someone else point out your flaws.

Zen would be home soon and you tried your best to look like you weren’t just crying your heart out, you really did not want to talk about what happened today, especially since your ex’s were always a touchy topic to Zen.

“MC, were you crying your eyes are all puffy? Are you okay? What happened?” Zen said as soon as he saw your face. Well so much for acting as if nothing happened.

Upon hearing Zen’s voice you started to tear up again and in three short strides Zen was right in front of you hugging you tightly and petting your hair.

“Z-zen, you aren’t going to cheat on me are you?” You sobbed out, you knew you were being ridiculous but you couldn’t help it.

“What, MC what are you talking about I would never cheat on you. I thought you knew that.” Zen asked, shock clearly on his face but he continued to hug you tightly.

“I know! I know you wouldn’t cheat on me but ever since I ran into that jerk and he said that since I am basically nothing compared to you I can’t stop thinking about it. I know its stupid. But you are just so amazing, and I-I’m not.” You said in a small voice, saying outloud hurt worse than hearing your ex say it.

At your words Zen grew stiff and he gently pushed you away from you but still held onto your shoulders. He looked furious though.

“Who was this bastard that ever made you doubt yourself. Who is this asshole, tell me right now so I can go kick his ass.” Zen growled out.

You quickly told him about your encounter with your ex and the horrible things he said to you, by the end of your story Zen looked livid.

“Who the hell does he think he is talking to you like that. First of all he was the dumbass who cheated on you and now he tells you are not good enough for me? I am gonna kill this guy. Listen here MC you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You help me grow as a person and you are so kind and beautiful and if there is anyone in this relationship that isn’t worthy is me.”

You looked up at him in shock when he said those words.

“MC I love you so much, you mean the world to me and honestly I would be so lost without you here with me. Please, you mean so much to me don’t listen to that jerk you are so perfect and amazing.” Zen said pulling you closer to him again.

“Zen I love you so much too. I’m sorry.” You said and then he gave you the sweetest kiss ever. You were silly to ever think that Zen would be anything like that toxic jerk.

4 months later you were happily engaged and the next time you ran into your ex you showed him your engagement ring and then showed him the finger before he got another word in.

-Mod DK

Yoosung:

You were chilling with Yoosung and playing video games

It was just supposed to be a quick study break

While the two of you were playing you got a text

It was from your ex boyfriend

“Hey kiddo, I see you’re still playing games. You always did act like a child”

Attached was a picture of you playing video games.

Yoosung took it and you posted it on instagram

Your ex liked to keep tabs on you

And boy did he try to worm his way back into your life at any chance

But you were over it, he never took you seriously

He just treated you like a kid

And so you ended it

That’s part of why you identified with Yoosung

Because he wanted to be taken seriously too.

And so the two of you were a perfect match

You respected and understood each other

So instead of responding to your ex

You took a silly selfie of yoosung and yourself and posted it on instagram for your ex to see.

Seven:

You were waiting for seven to finish work and laying in bed

Your phone vibrated with a notification

Miss me?

Your heart clenched

You knew exactly who it was

Your ex boyfriend who was emotionally abusive

You had finally broken it off a few years ago and hadn’t looked back since

He still tried to contact you from time to time but he had no idea where you lived so he couldn’t get to you

All he could do was text

You always blocked the number

Seven knew about the ex boyfriend but he didn’t know that he still tried to contact you.

He found out that night when he came into the bedroom to see you crying.

You handed him your phone and he saw all of the nasty messages your ex sent you.

“None of what he said is true MC. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met in my life and I plan to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how amazing you are.”

He held you close to him as you fell asleep, reassuring you that you wouldn’t hear from your ex again.

Let’s just say your ex woke up the next morning to a completely useless phone, computer, and toaster.

Oh and an empty bank account

Seven still isn’t sure how he hacked into the toaster tbh

Jumin:

You had only dated once before Jumin.

This guy was an asshole.

All he ever wanted to do was smoke weed and hang out with his friends.

He never made you feel special.

You hadn’t been in the relationship just for the dates but a few outtings would have been nice.

When you finally ended things you had decided to look for a more mature man the next time you decided to enter a relationship.

Enter Jumin. He may only just be sorting out his emotions but dude is hella mature other than when he picks on the RFA members.

He’s got a stable (well paying) job and his own apartment.

You were in love with him for far deeper reasons than that but the fact that he was a real adult only helped things.

You had completely moved on from your ex, or so you thought.

He texted you one night while Jumin was away on a business trip.

Guess you got what you wanted.

You aren’t sure why that text sent a shock to your stomach.

You texted back, slightly confused about his cryptic message.

What do you mean?

His response was instant. I saw a magazine with a picture of you and that rich CEO guy. You’re such a gold digger.

You clenched your hand around your phone in anger and hurt.

Leave me alone. I love that man and not for his money. You’re just jealous. I guess you never grew up.

He texted back something else that was nasty but you chose to ignore it and deleted all of the messages. Tears welled up in your eyes at the nasty names he called you and you fell asleep like that.

The next morning you awoke to the sounds of Jumin moving around in the kitchen.

You ran to him, excited that he was finally home and grasped him tightly.

He wrapped his arms around you and chuckled, placing a kiss on your messy hair.

When you looked up at him he frowned.

“MC, have you been crying?”

You used your phone as a makeshift mirror and sure enough there was mascara dried in tear streaks under your eyes.

“It’s nothing don’t worry about it.”

“MC I will always worry about it. Anything that hurts you hurts me as well.”

“My ex called me a gold digger.” you mumbled with your head down.

“MC, what was that?” He tilted your head up so that you had to look him in the eyes.

You repeated yourself. Jumin was furious.

“How dare he. Love you’re nothing of the sort, you’ve more than proven that.”

He gave you a tight hug and reassured you that the love the two of you shared was nothing superficial. And then after a smouldering kiss he excused himself to speak to seven.

When he came back the two of you cuddled to make up for the time he spent on a business trip.

You aren’t sure exactly what strings he pulled but you never heard from your ex again.

You had told one of your friends from before you joined the RFA about your fiance.

She was curious about him so you explained that he had very poor vision and that is was because of his ex fiance.

You also told her about his career as a photographer.

A few days later you received a text from your ex. He was always rude to you and it didn’t seem as if that had changed in the three years the two of you had been broken up for.

Heard you’re marrying a blind photographer. Good luck with that one.

You didn’t bother to text back. He always said hurtful things.

Your phone pinged a second time, you really downgraded, not like you could’ve done better than me anyways.

That stung. V was your everything.

You let your feelings get the better of you and messaged back.

Why don’t you go mind your own business.

You assumed that would end the conversation but you know what they say about assuming.

Your inbox once again had a notification.

You always were a loser. Thank God we broke up.

You had never been more thankful that you broke up with him when you received that text but the loser comment was a blow to your self esteem.

You let out a high pitched noise drew V’s attention from his office.

He came out to see you curled up on the couch, moping.

He could see alright when he wore glasses and right now he saw you frowning.

He sat down and put your head in his lap, stroking your hair.

“Honey, whats wrong?”

You shoved your phone into his hand and he read the messages.

“You don’t think i’m a loser do you?”

“Of course not love. I think you’re wonderful, you’re the love of my life. If anyone is a loser it’s him. He lost out on the most amazing girl in the world.”

You sat up and moved into V’s lap kissing him on the mouth tenderly.

“Thanks babe, I don’t think you’re a downgrade either. You’re the most important person in my life.”

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling.

Saeran:

Saeran was at the grocery store getting ingredients for dinner.

The two of you were planning to try a new recipe.

You were messing around on your phone when a message from an unknown number popped up.

Thinking it was Saeran trying to mess with you, you texted back.

“Saeran, honey when will you be home I miss you!”

Your phone buzzed with a notification.

“Who the fuck is Saeran, you slut. You always did move on quickly.”

Your blood ran cold and you cautiously texted back.

“Who is this?”

You got an immediate response, “Your ex boyfriend, we broke up a year ago, have you whored around so much that your forgot.”

This man was the worst person you had ever met and the reason that you hadn’t dated for nearly a year before you met Saeran.

Tears ran down your face, they blurred your vision to the point that you couldn’t text back even if you had wanted to. Which you didn’t.

You heard the front door shut and tried to escape to your bedroom so Saeran wouldn’t see you crying.

He came into your bedroom immediately after setting down the groceries and he caught you wiping away your tears.

He pulled you into a loose embrace and pressed your face to his chest saying nothing until your tears slowed.

“What happened?”

His tone left no room for negotiation and you handed him your phone.

By the time he was done reading the short conversation he was fuming.

“I’m going to ruin him. How dare he speak to you that way. You are mine. He has no right to call you a slut. I love you MC. Don’t believe what he said to you it’s bullshit.”

You said nothing and decided to put all of you love into the kisses that you peppered Saeran’s face with.

He picked you up and carried you to the bed where the two of you cuddled and talked until you needed to get up and start cooking.

Later that evening you checked your phone and noticed a picture had been sent to your ex.

It was a picture of you and Saeran, he was kissing your cheek and flipping the camera off.

You giggled and kissed Saeran once again.

-Mod MC

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A.K.A it's 1998 again, A.K.A Richie and Cunzy's gaming tastes are so on the beaten track that there's a well worn runnel slap bang in the middle of the beaten track, the very beaten track if you like, and that's the only place we'll ever walk. Apologies to all those indies, new IPs, unique genres and innovative games we're only playing stuff we know, stuff we played already, remasters, re-releases and sequels. Looking through the games of 2019 I made myself actual chunder with how boringly quotidian our games list was going to be. We apologise to both of you in advance. IT WAS ALSO A BUMPER FUCKING YEAR FOR GAMES. It's like 1998 again. The Switch is the new PlayStation and we've not been excited for """"""new""""" releases like this for a long time. I think we picked up almost all of these on launch day and it's been a long time since a year has inspired us to do that. In no apparent order: Resident Evil 2 (Cunzy & Richie) Cunzy: You know when you want something for so long that your expectations are built up so much that the reality can never really live up to the hype. We were practically done with the Resident Evil 2 remaster or whatever you may call it before it came out. Surely, it won't be good. Well it was good and a perfect mix of nostalgia and update. There was something strangely refreshing too about a game that was done in just a few hours. It ended. You played it because you wanted to not because the daily logins or sub fees or challenges or endless levelling sucked you back in. I went through 3/4 campaigns in quick succession but have to admit barely touched all the extra stuff they added afterwards. It seemed to really strike a chord with players though who were quickly speed running and smashing the shit out of that game. Likely one I'll return to again and again over the years. Didn't include the line about "That guy's a maniac" though so 2/10 overall. Richie: PC Mods a reminder that human beings cant have nice things: DMC V (Richie) Devil May Cry is all you could want in a Devil may cry game and more, the addition of V as a a character was amazing, ignoring the DMC Ninja other universe thing. The "plot" was "good" as good as a mindless demon slaying excuse can get. Surprisingly nice was the game had Zero monetization, "Here have a game, there are different difficulties, and a battle tower, enjoy", you can buy unlockables such as alt colours you would get if you poured several hundred hours into the game. The whole family is back and more, and also another feverent reminder that human beings cant have nice things: Tetris 99 (Cunzy) It's fucking Tetris. Excellent theme remix. Grateful for the extra modes. Despite what I just said up above in relation to Resident Evil 2, all the continued Games As A Service stuff has got me logging in to 'unlock that skin' or 'try new modes' only to re-emerge 4 hours later with sore thumbs and bloodshot eyes. Fucking great. I just wish I could get old man Richie to understand how the Tetris 99 online worked so he'd give it a fighting chance. (Richie: Tetris is not an online game, never was, it was on a gameboy and that was my last interaction with it tetris 99 is an abomination, jumping on the battle royale bandwagon) Final Fantasy VII (Richie and Cunzy) Richie: Arguably one of the first time sinks in video games, yeas sure you can "complete" the game in 30ish hours, but If you wanna get those Ruby and Emerald Weapons killeded you need to sink waaaay more into that. Initially we were not fussed about this release but a brief ill advised soiree, into the podcast Castle super Beast got us hyped for it, even if we were just furious at one of the "presenters" having some rather pervy memories about how some of that shit when down. (Spoilers: Cloud did not do Tifa doggy style while everyone watched) Cunzy1 1: The music still gets us, unintuitively the pre-rendered backgrounds with Tekken block characters hold up today and we can play it on the go, skip random battles and take snapshots and short clips? I'll see you in 7th Heaven. Fire Emblem: Three Houses (Cunzy) Fire Emblem with Harry Potter where you're put in a position of power over rainbow-haired murderous teens? What. Could go wrong? Pokemon Sword and Shield (Cunzy and Richie) Continuing the Pokemon domination our lives, leaving our partners ever concerned at the growing amount of time spent on it, never mind the merchandise that continues to creep into our homes. Don't even start on our search histories. In short, dexit was over-hyped. game good. WoW Classic (Richie) Ref TGAM 2004-2008: RIP Richie's interaction with other games: Return of the Obra Dinn (Cunzy) An indie game? Yes but before you bust my chops for wearing moccasins with no socks to the community jazz jam, this is one of those games that everyone and their dog (the PC folk) was fawning over for a whole year before it got ported to a proper gaming system. I mean, they were right. It's fantastic. A glorious little self contained package of sweetness unlike anything else out there and in no need of sequelising, remixing, updating or any of that nonsense. It's one of those "if you say anything you've said too much about it" games though so just trust me. Gal Gun 2 (Nobody) Richie: What we never, no Idea what you are talking about... Cunzy1 1: What, that game where you shoot schoolgirls in the tits and biff to rid them of horny trolls and get them to calm the fuck down? Never heard of it.

http://www.thatguys.co.uk/2019/12/tgam-our-games-of-2019.html

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Without Further Ado: The Inaugural Post

Okay, now that we’ve sorted out Tumblr’s various issues with image formats that have existed since the days of CompuServe, I’ll get down to the meat and potatoes of what this here blog is all about.

Now, Back in 2013-2015 I was @therealmrbusiness .

In mid-January, 2015, in response to what was arguably the most terrifying 7 months of my life, I deleted that Tumblr in furious anger. These events began in early December 2014, I want to say the second week of that month. This is to say that even after I deleted my Tumblr I was tormented off and on by a malevolent legion of fantastically dedicated pieces of inhuman shit. I may go into what happened--one day--but most people don’t believe that the 7 months of Hell I endured ever happened in the first place.

As a result I’ve been called schizophrenic, delusional, and arguably worse.

And that was at least part of the goal of the malicious malefactors who perpetrated this campaign of fear against me. Even with my memories of the events as hazy as they are, I know for a fact that these shmucks wanted something specific from me. Again, I don’t want to go into the details, but if they represented a serious business interest then their cloak and dagger treatment followed by a campaign of subtle harassment was both instructive as well as tremendously unprofessional. I cannot possibly fathom what they hoped to gain, and it makes me severely doubt their stated intentions.

To this day, I’m still not precisely sure of exactly what happened, but I do know that it more or less ruined my goddamn life.

I’d moved into a new apartment in my home town of Birmingham, Alabama (never live in Alabama. This is a theme that you will hear out of me EXTREMELY often. I consider this place an uninhabitable nightmare. Also, I don’t give a flat fuck if you like Alabama. Good for you. Great. Wonderful. Again, don’t care at all.).

Alas, I began to notice that things were a bit off. However, more critical to our story, I had some technical debt and apparently some assholes decided to cash my check.

But I’m not going to focus on this tale for now. Instead I think I’ll attempt to explain the title of this blog as it relates to my old URL. That’s what I did in the first post of my old Tumblr, so we might as well repeat the spiel here.

@therealmrbusiness is something of a joke name. After all, “Mr. Business” itself is such a generic, hilarious, bullshit name. These days, the most famous person named Mr. Business is not a person at all. It’s Aunt Gayle’s gray cat on Bob’s Burgers.

Ultimately, there can’t be a “real” Mr. Business. Lots of people have used it the name, from the creators of Bob’s Burgers to a one-time MySpace rapper.

The origin of my name hearkens back to the early 2000s (or even as early as 1999), specifically a Half-Life 1 modification called Action Half-Life (AHL). It brought John Woo-esque, guns akimbo, diving and sliding gunplay action to Valve’s GoldSrc engine with much bravado. This was long before The Specialists was a thing, though the two mods were completed at roughly similar points in time (give or take a year or two, maybe. It’s hard to say for sure since PlanetHalfLife.com is dead ;v; )

AHL was a fun game, and all of the avatars in it were based upon famous action film heroes. My particular choice was rather generic: a dude with a crew cut, sunglasses, and a brownish suit reminiscent of Harry Calahan. Thus I decided to abandon my previous nick, DeSeRtStOrM.

Camel-case names were plenty played out by 1998, the year Half-Life was released, but somehow my young mind decided that this was the best name while I played yet another HL1DM soldier with a desert camo color scheme. Everyone used that goddamn color scheme with the soldier skin.

As such, I abandoned the generic desert camo soldier theme of HL1DM for the equally generic Dirty Harry rip-off skin in AHL. So it was that I became Mr. Business.

This is not to suggest that the name and avatar choice were any more creative than the desert camo soldier DeSeRtStOrM, but it turned out to have a lasting quality. I guess by now I’ve been a Mr. Business some 19 years? Way to date myself.

My hair is graying ;v;

Anyway, this blog is back, yo. I’ll try to post some art, because I doubt that I have anything particularly thrilling to convey.

Oh yeah, I like using bird emojis now.

I want a birdy and a kitty cat :[

#therealmrbusiness #therealmrbusinesspartdeux #Mr. Business #I'm back

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I decided to fire up Sims 2 to check its specs and see if anything further needed to be seen to. Other than texture bugs that are par for the course on Sims 2 UC, everything else is cool. It displays all the resolutions and there are no black squares underneath my sims. My sim is current Veronica Vashi (i have a theme of alliterative names lately with sims. My neighborhood is going to turn into a Stan Lee comic book). No mods, so she's face one as a motherfucker. I didn't even bother changing her face. I plan on going to ModTheSims and going through my downloads. I think I can tolerate a vanilla game, but after a while, I get really sick of sims wearing the same clothes and having the same hair. Or using the same faces because most of the default ones are disgusting. Veronica is living in my favorite neighborhood, Riverblossom Hills. Sometimes I will play in Deserata, but I always end up going back to Riverblossom. If I make a custom neighborhood, I will use Riverblossom as a template. Usually when I play in Riverblossom, I will evict the Premade sims and build all of mine. This is always so no matter what neighborhood I use. But this time I decided to go with everything as it starts and try my best to avoid corruption. Her first neighbors are Jason Greenman, Pam Wan, and Leod McLeod. As far as vanilla goes, Jason is extremely attractive. But as those who like playing Premade sims know, he's married to Rose who is a plantsim and they have a plantsim baby. After sending Veronica off downtown to check out the meat market, I decide that Rose would not be an issue for me or stop Veronica from getting Jason. I load up their household to see if there was anything I could exploit to ruin their marriage. I decide not to control anyone to see what happens. Will she neglect him, their baby? No. She's a very good mom and they love each other dearly, and... damn it. I like her. While watching her, she gets a phone call from Gabe, who lives in the O'Mackey house. He asks her downtown. I figure it's a date and maybe she's runnin around with this Gabe guy. Bingo! So I accept. Come to find it's a group outing. However... upon closer look at Gabe, I see he is quite attractive and has one of Veronica's turn ons. Glasses. After the outing, I get this idea. Veronica knows Jason. The group is still together. I buy a poker table and Jason invites Veronica over as a means to set them up. She arrives and I see there is no option to introduce the two (It's been a while since I played, shaddap!), but Jason has some influence. So he influences Gabe to talk and play with her. God bless University! Now they're acquainted. Even better, Gabe is displaying attraction to her. I thought he might've been a townie, but during a phone call, there was an option to invite the household. That means he's living with someone and is likely a playable. I find his house in the hood and see he has a teenage daughter and while not married, is in a relationship with Pam Wan. Shit. I know sims 2 isn't like sims 3, in that sims in relationships need to be extra woo'd to get them to break up, and they have to break up with the other in order to have anything else with yours. But i also knew that if Veronica stole him, I would have to deal with Pam constantly kicking trashcans, getting into fights if she and Veronica showed up on the same lot, or potentially wrecking dates. I had to get her out of the picture. Since she was playable, that would be easy enough. I went to her lot where she lives with her sister. The sister had no part in my evil scheme so I sequestered her off safely to meditate outside while I set Pam up. I saw the house had a fireplace. So i laid a rug in front of it. As if destiny sided with me, Pam lit the fire place. The whole thing would have worked itself out, and I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for that meddlin smoke detector! I failed to get rid of them and her stupid life was saved by stupid firemen. Ok, trying again. Failed. Rug didn't catch and the fire went out. Attempt number 3. The old tv dinner. I place a tv dinner in the oven. She walked off herself as sims are wont to do. But when the action to check it queued, i just deleted it. As expected, the stove caught fire. As expected, she panicked and danced in front of it with no clue what to do. Took a while and most of the kitchen, but she finally burned to death. Ahh hahahaha... Ahhhhh hahahaha... AHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! #sorrynotsorry. Now that Gabe was free to pursue, I sent Veronica after him like a hungry baracuda. The first date they were supposed to be on, Veronica was just a moment too late making because god forbid she try to knock the stank off her ass. Being stood up was apparently not one of Gabes fetishes. So he's furious with her. In order to get rid of fury, you can wait it out or get strawberry juice. But in the time it would have taken to grow mouthwatering strawberries if even possible, the fury would have disappated on its own, and a great deal of friendship. Since community gardens are a staple in my sims games, and I had a plantsim at my disposal, I switched back to greenman, had Rose buy a small property and spent the better part of a seaon turning it into a garden of delicious produce that my sims can access at leisure. I then sent Gabe to pick strawberries, sent him back home to make juice, and get the fuck over it. I switch back to Veronica, and invite him over, where i discover those two are super attracted to each other. 3 bolts. They become infatuated that night, and fall in love a few days after. I moved them in as both now want to marry. Only with the two of them and a teenager, the house is cramped. So I left to build them a house. I think I got a little carried away. I wanted them to have a big house on a big lot to be a generational house. But it's over 100,000 simoleons. And I didn't even include a basment or attic. I think it's the furniture and decorations. I may go back and remove most of it, leaving only the essentials. Besides the community garden, another thing I like to do is have a few essential businesses. Like a flower shop, robot and toy shop. A library that uses the bookcase reward item for the teaching profession. This way I don't have to cheat to get that in my households. But I need community skilling unlocked. I also like to make my own dorms at colleges and improve the community lots there by getting rid of the goddamned grills that designers love to place in every fucking lot in the game. Unless it's a park, I don't know why they have to be there. Why does a flower shop need a grill? Or a grocery store? All grills do is create headaches as sims cook up hot dogs and burgers and then proceed to serve them all over the place, killing the environment in the process. Instead of grills, I use vending machines that make way more sense. I also like to have public pools that cost money to swim in, and even nature spas just for getting sims to chill out. I built this one lot called Nirvana once that was surrounded by snap dragons, rewards statues, hot springs, massage tables, and meditation areas that were covered in snap dragons. Plus, I put out a juice bar using the juicer that was stocked with strawberries and lemons. If my sims mood was bad or they were stressed out and their aspirations waning or red, sending them to the retreat would get them right as rain. Since Jason and Rose were the gardening types, I decided to have him purchase the flower shop and stock it with flowers. I usually make these for the snap dragons but i like to provide all the flower types for decoration and gifts as well. And last but not least, a beautiful retirement home for my elderly sims. This may come in two flavors. A retirement center with a single sim who runs it, and is like a dorm for elderly. I have a rich common area, individual rooms with double beds should they be married, and an activity place with hobby items. The sim who runs it does the cooking, the repairs, pays service sims, and all the money comes from merging households. The second flavor is retirement communities that take place in custom subhoods, where retirees live in private apartments or rented houses. Whichever one I go with depends on how many playables I juggle at any given time. I also play households by season and then switch to the next. While not open world like Sims 3, I prefer it that way. Sims still grow up together for the most part. This will my first experience playing premade sims.

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