#I suffer from a condition called 'Can't Keep It Short'

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

Ok, I have been dead for long enough-

Hello everyone! I hope the holidays have been fun and that all of you are looking forward for the new year!

I for one have been fighting for my life with this little animation/animatic for the Cryptid Sightings au. I’m still not quite satisfied with it, but at some point you gotta say “enough is enough” especially when you’re working with windows old MovieMaker as your editing program because you’re an old cheapskate who refuses to buy a proper animation program

But anyway! Naff I really freaking love this au and I can’t wait to see more of it! I thought this classic vine would fit the au, so I hope you like it ;D 

As always; Cryptid Sightings is an au and story written by lovely @naffeclipse which you can read here! Moon’s design is just his normal look and Y/N’s design is a bit of a twist from my side ‘cause I’m quirky like that ;P

Cheers and an early Happy new year to all of you!

[simplylatte]

" Farewell, Frank "

Corpse Puppet AU by @sketchquill

Idea: Frank and Eddie have been happily married for years with nothing separating them. That was, until Frank suddenly became very ill. Doctors all over town have tried everything from different medicines to different treatments, but alas, nothing has worked. So little time is left for Frank, but Eddie isn't ready to say goodbye. Unfortunately, there's no choice.

Reminders: I will warn you now, this fic will have heavy topics such as death and illness. There is very little comfort. While canon to the Corpse Puppet AU, I am still warning you as this can be triggering to some people. Read with caution!!

I am still not associated with Clown or any of his friends, nor their work. This is purely for fun and entertainment purposes. Nothing in here belongs to me except the writing itself.

Now suffer >:))

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This. Can not be happening.

Everything was going so well.

Why did it have to fall apart so soon?

Eddie stood outside of Frank's room, pacing around in circles as the poor man was overthinking. He couldn't help it. His husband was so sick, they could barely walk. It killed Eddie inside, knowing that there was nothing he could do for them. That's what hurt the most. He couldn't do anything.

A doctor steps out of the room with a saddened look. Upon entering, Eddie perked up, but quickly frowned upon seeing the doctor's expression.

"So, how is he?"

They stood silent.

"..Doc, how's my Frank?"

It looked as if they were trying to find the right words to break the unbearable news. Eddie couldn't stand it. He opened his mouth to speak, but the doc finally spoke up with sadness in their voice. This wasn't good.

"Mr. Dear, your husband hasn't been responding to the treatment."

"What..?"

No. No.. no no no. This can't be happening. Please tell him that this was not real.

The doctor sighed. They glanced over at the clipboard in their left arm.

"We've tried everything we know. Various medicines and treatments, but there's no significant improvement. Frank has only gotten worse."

...

Eddie's eyes began to flood with tears. He was on the verge of crying. The answer was obvious, but he couldn't help but ask.

"Is my Frank going to be okay..?"

...

Eddie's heart shattered in a million pieces when the doctor slowly shook their head.

"..I'm sorry, Mr. Dear, but they won't be making it."

Not a moment later, a quiet sob was heard from Eddie. He covered his face and broke down. He was losing his Frank, his husband. It didn't feel real, yet the pain was there. It was unbearable. How could anyone bear this much pain?

"Please, let me see them. Please.."

Eddie barely managed to get the words out in-between his sobs.

It would be cruel to deny someone to see their loved one.

The doc knew Frank's condition, but couldn't say no to Eddie. They allowed him in.

Eddie quietly walked in the room. He tried so hard to control his crying. He wiped away his tears as he strolled by Frank's bedside. He took a seat that was near the bed.

Being so close to a dying loved one felt like a blessing and a curse. To see them in their last moments, to later see them get buried. Eddie was not looking forward to.. burying his husband.

Just the thought of it brought him back to tears.

Frank slowly turned their gaze to Eddie. They were barely able to keep their eyes open. But they smiled. They smiled at Eddie. Frank was usually grumpy, but they smiled for him.

"Hey, Eddie.." They spoke in a hushed whisper. Eddie could tell that they were exhausted. Exhausted from death itself, exhausted from trying so many medicines and treatments.

"Hey, pumpkin.."

Frank quietly chuckled, a soft pink coloring their face. Their smile only grew.

"Heh, I told you to not call me that."

Eddie chuckled.

"But why? It's cute, just like you."

"Alright, Alright."

Frank playfully rolled their eyes, Eddie couldn't help but snicker.

Eddie glanced further at Eddie. His smile was short lived, as he slowly frowned in sadness. Was this really it? For them?

As if Frank was going to allow him to be sad, not in front of them.

They were so tired, but they mustered up the energy to raise their arm and gently place their hand on Eddie's cheek. Eddie's face turned a soft pink at the contact, but smiled.

He smiled. He placed his hand over on Frank's.

"Turn that frown upside down, dear. I'll be fine."

"But you're not."

Eddie's tears ran down his face like a waterfall. He couldn't help it. He didn't want to say goodbye.

"..Frank, sweetheart, you're-"

"I know."

Frank frowned a bit. For the first time, Eddie saw Frank tear up. A few tears rolled down their cheeks.

"I'm heartbroken, too. I don't want to leave you, either."

They stood silent for a moment.

"..As much as it sucks, at least I get to see your handsome face."

Eddie smiled slightly at the compliment. It made him happy, at least for that small bit.

"I love you, Frank."

"I love you too, Eddie."

...

They stood quiet for a little bit, just enjoying each other's company. It was nice.

It got harder for Frank to stay awake. As much as they didn't want to let go, Eddie knew they were tired. He allowed them to take their arm back. Frank let out a shaky sigh, closing their eyes for a moment.

"God, I'm so tired.." They mumbled. They felt breathless.

Eddie felt bad. As much as he wanted to spend more time with Frank, he didn't want to force them to stay awake. He stood up from the chair and knelt down next to the bedside. Eddie carefully brushed his fingers through Frank's dark hair. They quietly hummed with a small smile.

"Please, sweetheart. Get some rest. You deserve it."

Frank looked over at Eddie. They couldn't help but tear up.

"Will you.. be okay with me resting?"

Eddie slowly nodded.

"Of course.. you look so tired, it's worrying me."

Frank opened their mouth to speak, but Eddie continued to speak.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be okay. I just want you to get your much deserved rest."

...

"..Thank you, dear.."

Frank's voice became quiet.

They reached over and took Eddie's hand, gently squeezing it. Eddie reciprocated the action.

"I love you.. Eddie.."

"I love you too, Frank."

Eddie leaned in and gave a soft kiss on Frank's forehead. They smiled.

They slowly closed their eyes, letting out another shaky sigh.

Within a moment, Frank was out. They immediately fell asleep. The gentle grip they had on Eddie's hand went away, but he stood there. He kept their hand held, not wanting to let go. He never wanted to let go.

So, Eddie stayed by Frank's side. He made sure to never leave them.

He loved them.

Perhaps when Frank wakes up, they'll feel a little bit refreshed.

Eddie and Frank can see each other a little longer.

Maybe when Frank wakes up, they'll be all better, as if the sickness never happened. Eddie will be relieved and they'll live happily ever after.

If Frank wakes up, they'll maybe start accepting 'pumpkin' as their nickname.

...

. . .

But Frank never woke up.

They tried.

They tried so hard to fight the sickness.

But eventually, their body just couldn't do it.

...

"Hey, Frank.."

Eddie stood by near Frank's grave. Flowers surrounding it with cards and teddy bears. Eddie held a bouquet of flowers, purple and blue.

He knelt down, placing the bouquet of flowers upright on the grave. Tears flooded his eyes, but he held a smile.

"It's been a while since I've seen your face. I wish I could hold you, right now."

He stood quiet for a bit.

"..It's been hard without you, you know that? Wherever you are, I just hope you're resting in peace."

Eddie broke into a sob. He felt so lonely without his husband.

"I miss you so much, sweetheart.. Why'd you have to go?"

There was no one around to comfort him. Eddie was left alone with his own puddle of tears.

If Frank was there, they'd be comforting him.

..But that's the thing.

They weren't there, anymore.

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I'm bawling my eyes out right now from writing this. If you read this and are crying like me, allow me to give you a hug 🫂

[scaryinclusive]

NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER — BREAKING DOWN THE STIGMA.

by @scaryinclusive.

a discussion of the ableism and stigma relating to npd — a separate resource post will be posted at another date, written by a narcissist. if you believe in the term 'narcissistic abuse', have been conditioned by your surroundings or past trauma to view or discuss narcissists in a negative way or simply want to understand why it's important to show sympathy, compassion and patience towards those with npd, please read this and keep an open mind. i'm not here to tell you what you can and can't do or what to feel, but if you are someone who wants to learn about the impact your vocabulary can have on others, as well as how your behaviour contributes to the isolation and ableism towards an entire community, this might be a useful post for you.

i understand this might be an inflammatory topic, but please be patient with me, and show me the same respect you'd want to receive. i am a living, breathing person behind the screen. first of all, i think it's important clarify what is meant by ableism, when used in this context. as an abuse survivor myself, i have subjected others to an ableist mindset — whether that be externally or internally ( internalised ableism. ) i have previously called my abuser a range of ableist terms, without having a diagnosis for them or the ability to make one. i have projected my own insecurities onto others and myself, instead of taking a step back to assess my trauma, shame and getting to the root of the blame. if this is something you have done previously too, or are currently prone to, know you are valid.

often, people want logic to illogical situations, they want reason to make sense of the unreasonable and in some cases they want to have something or someone to blame. and it's absolutely easier to blame an individual or disorder deemed monstrous by society than it is to blame the abuse itself. to hold an event, or series of events accountable. whatever it takes to keep the blame off of us, right? and while this is a common phenomenon within society, to blame people with narcissistic personality disorder or antisocials for our suffering, by throwing around the terms 'psychopath', 'narcissist' and 'sociopath' etc, it's not sustainable and in the long run, sure — you'll succeed in adding to the stigma of already massively stigmatised communities, but you'll drag yourself down with them. and that's not healing. that's not overcoming. it's certainly not contributing to the empathy, compassion and care many of you wish to see in the world. i feel this short, non-accusatory and sympathetic article really helps elaborate on what i've already mentioned.

i also want to stress that, at no point, am i excusing harmful behaviour. i believe individuals with these disorders, professionally or self diagnosed, and even those who think they might have one or both, have a responsibility within themselves to seek out support, healing and improvement to keep themselves and others safe and protected. but with the total lack of resources, community, space, patience and safety for them to commit to such, it's a vicious cycle. you're asking people who struggle greatly with shame and insecurity to face it, in an unsafe space with people that seek to shame us. we cannot get the help we need, regardless of how self-aware we are, due to society's stigmatising perception of us. due to rumours, lies and stereotypes.

therapists aren't always safe. in my experience i have been exposed to some highly questionable therapists. some have been corrupted by the stigma and are therefore unsafe for us. resources are designed to brainwash and instil internalised ableism. friends and family hate us. we have nowhere and no one to turn to. so, we bottle it up. we bottle it up, and up, and up until we explode or implode. someone catches it on camera and uploads it online. thousands if not more view it and all that comes from this devastating explosion is more stigma, more hate, and less space for us to heal. the cycle continues.

where does the stigma start? well, it starts with society's knowledge and education on what narcissistic personality disorder actually is. in this circumstance, unfortunately, you can't even fully trust things like the dsm's criteria, or the many websites accessible across the internet. you 100% can't trust word of mouth. i will begin with what npd is not. it is not a choice. not something you can decide to be, or to not be. people with npd do not love themselves, we are not entitled or selfish. we don't have a god-complex or view ourselves as higher beings or more important for the fun of it. we do not all have low / no empathy and we don't feel nothing. we aren't heartless, soulless, blood-sucking monsters, we aren't cunning villains scheming and seeking to manipulate and hurt people. we are not a different species or lesser being, not parasites or a infestation.

so what are people with narcissistic personality disorder? exactly that. people — a community of human beings who primarily experienced varying childhood traumas. the more effort, time and money put into the scientific and biological understanding of npd reveals it to be more and more alike to a trauma-related disorder. the entire meaning behind 'personality disorders' is that the title trait is a typical, average personality trait. however, the difference is that the trait itself is amplified, more intense or severe due to some form of trauma during childhood development.

as much as people don't want to admit it, narcissism is a healthy, typical human trait. but when an individual is exposed to trauma in early life, such as neglect ( particularly emotional neglect ), as they grow and develop the brain adapts in this environment to survive. this can lead to the development or intensifying of harmful, negatives behaviours that continue into later life. when you are no longer in an environment where survival is a necessity, an environment where you might need to manipulative, emotionally disconnect or behave in a specific way to avoid a threat or emotional injury, these behaviours don't simply vanish. they continue, even if it means harming those around you or treating them in a negative manner, because your brain is constantly convincing you of perceived threats — real or imagined, and your attitude towards life was never healthily developed in a way that you can pursue stability and safety.

to cope with this, specifically for those with npd, we develop grandiose delusions of ourselves. a façade, a safety net, a wall between us and the world. on the outside, it might appear that we are infatuated with ourselves, simply self-obsessed, entitled and obnoxiously detached from reality. what's really happening is that our core selves are so insecure, in such a deeply-rooted way, that in order to survive and cope with our inner fragility, we must create a false sense of security. npd is entirely based around insecurity. and insecurity, in itself — even without npd being a contributing factor, can lead to harmful behaviour. projecting our insecurities onto others to feel powerful, in control and above all else, safe. we are not monsters, we have simply had to adapt and learn to survive in an unstable, volatile and potentially dangerous environment and were never given the tools to heal from this. isn't that sad? an entire community of people unable to heal from their trauma because society has cast us out. stereotyped us as murderers, villains and abusers.

through therapy ( it's taken me 10 years of searching to find someone that understands me, healthily challenges me, respects me, is patient and remains unbiased throughout my healing ) i have learned much about myself. i have become more self-aware, been able to break down my trauma and thus combat my internalised ableism, and have been able to do so in a way that hasn't brainwashed me into believing the only way for someone like me to heal is to shame and hate myself and those with my disorders. it's not true. we can heal in a safe and healthy way that promotes self-love, sympathy for our suffering, compassion as well as responsibility, recognition and rationality. all of these can co-exist.

we can take responsibility for our mistakes and harmful actions while also being sympathetic towards what made us this way. but unfortunately many are pushed by society to take to self-loathing, self-deprecation and the spreading of stigma in favour of winning over ableists who reduce us to a stereotype or generalise us as lesser beings. "look how healed i am! i hate narcissists too!!" they are not healing, and by pushing this narrative and encouraging it, you are only digging a deeper hole.

outside of those that have been misguided by their trauma, leading them to label emotionally abusive, or just abusive individuals, as 'narcissists', along with various other stigmatising labels, there is a huge portion of society who remain uneducated and merely misuse the label due to it being commonly thrown around and not knowing any better. i ask that, if you are someone that uses this term to describe anyone other than someone with narcissistic personality, and certainly if you use it in any derogatory form, why you do that? i think it's fair to invite you to perform the same introspect about yourself that we are so desperately trying to do, with or without resources.

why do you need to use the word narcissist? narcissism, narcissistic? the same goes for antisocial, psychopath or sociopath. any word related to mental health or disability, really. outside of it being purely medical. what's stopping you from changing your vocabulary and contributing to the healing of a community? if your answer is 'because i can', or 'because they deserve it', you are dooming an entire group of traumatised individuals to fail.

if your answer is that narcissism existed as a trait and / or adjective prior to the disorder — you're absolutely right. it did. but the meanings of words change. the r* slur is a primary example. once, this slur was purely a medical word. it was then used by the general public as a derogatory way to describe those with intellectual or developmental disabilities. to reduce them as people and dehumanise them. it became such a widespread pejorative term that, now, the majority don't use it. because it's deemed offensive, hurtful and dehumanising. the meanings of words change, and if a handful of people from a relatively small community tell you it's hurtful and dehumanising, you don't get to tell them otherwise.

by saying things like "narcissistic abuse", instead of emotional abuse or abuse, you're adding to the stigma. by calling your abusive partner or friend a narcissist instead of what they are — 'an abuser', you're adding to the stigma. by armchair diagnosing ( diagnosing an individual despite not having the knowledge / legal qualifications to and purely basing it on personal / biased experience ) people guilty of performing in a toxic, abusive, harmful or negative way with narcissistic personality disorder, you are adding to the stigma. and above all else, it's ableist. it's discrimination and it's social prejudice.

here are a couple of useful resources relating to the definition, discussion and stigma surrounding npd. i will also be making a post listing alternative and appropriate vocab options for a variety of commonly misused labels.

5 things you got wrong about narcissistic personality disorder, a short, informative comic.

narcissus and the daffodils, an essay on the nature of npd.

please avoid adding onto this post to keep from spreading misinformation or stigma, but feel free to reblog! if you have something to say, i encourage you to send it to my asks. but i think at this point, if you're still set on misusing the term and adding to the stigma, i personally have done as much as i can. i really do sympathise with trauma-born ableism. but it's not acceptable and i'd like to think the majority can do better than that. just because others choose to contribute to the ableism, doesn't mean you have to. everyone deserves to heal from their trauma, including us, and including you.

[bnhaobservation]

Do you think Enji doubled down with training Shoto because he didn't want a repeat of what happened with Touya? Or was it all solely for the sake of his ambition?

Well...

...as usual what follows are my two cents and I'm not Horikoshi so this is just speculation.

Said this, let's start from canon first.

This is what Enji says in chap 302.

'Ano hi subete akirameteireba________ ... Tōya wo koroshite shimatta koto de ato ni hikenaku natteita... Shōto ni keitou suru hoka naku natteita'

「あの日全て諦めていれば___________ ... 燈矢を殺してしまったことで後に引けなくなっていた...焦凍に傾倒する他...なくなっていた。」

"If only I had given everything up that day... But after I killed Tōya, I couldn't turn back... I could do nothing but... devoteding myself to Shōto..."

Now, there's something we've to remember. Very likely the Todoroki family plotline wasn't planned in advance in details.

In fact in the first version of chap 302 which came out in the magazine Horikoshi had Rei be hospitalized AFTER Tōya's death.

What does this mean?

That Horikoshi planned to use Tōya's death as explanation for why Enji's abuse of Shōto and Rei became too much as well as an explanation for Rei's worsening mental health until she snaps... as well as place the blame for Tōya's death on both parents as neither went after him even though it was late in the night and they knew he went on that cursed peak to train and could hurt himself.

And in itself it wasn't a completely bad idea, the loss of a child can cause people to cope with grief in the worst ways and would help to underline the drama the Todoroki went through... as well as give a role in the family's tragedy.

The problem is... Horikoshi had previously stated Rei was already hospitalized when Tōya died... (chap 250)

...son in the volume version he had to correct things and say Rei was hospitalized FIRST and Tōya died after her hospitalization.

But likely this too in chap 250 is a retcon and originally Tōya's death wasn't planned at all because actually Shōto never went to visit her because HE felt he was to blame, because his existence drove her away, and not because Rei's conditions worsened (Chap 44)

Proof is also how Fuyumi asks him why he would go see her now, after all this time, clearly implying he changed his mind about it, and not that it was due to her mother's conditions worsening.

Long story short, very likely Tōya's death wasn't planned when Horikoshi first created Shōto's past and this ended up leading Horikoshi to retcon way too many times the Todoroki family's past to the point canon itself is contraddictory.

So, to answer your question, I'll focus on the canon of the later chapters, assuming it overwrites the one of the previous chapters.

What Enji really means with his excuse?

His ambitions, his neglect and his cowardice (as in his inability to face Tōya) lead to Tōya's death.

He should have faced his guilt, realize the damage he had caused to the remaining members of his family, realize he wronged them and that he was wrong and atone.

Yes, Tōya was dead but he had three still living children he could try to properly take care of.

Instead Enji decides not to admit he was wrong and that he should atone to his family and instead he stubbornly insists in his behaviour even more.

It's called "sunk cost fallacy", and it's losely when your behaviour leads you to lose something, in this case it lead him to lose his child, and you still don't stop acting the way you did but keep on pursuing the same goal, acting the same way, feeling if you were to give up, the loss you suffered wouldn't be 'justified'.

Enji basically tells himself if he'll manage to make Shōto surpass All Might this will 'justify' Tōya's death, that he can't stop now because Tōya died.

Yes, it's stupid and yes it's something many people do.

So, it' started for his ambitions but it got worse because he was plagued by guilt that he didn't want to face.

I'm not sure what you mean with 'a repeat of what happened with Tōya' because what happened with Tōya can't really be replicated with Shōto.

Enji attempted to stop Tōya from training against Tōya's will because Tōya's Quirk hurt him and, therefore, according to Enji, this would make impossible for Tōya to become a Hero,never mentioning one who would surpass All Might, as Tōya would get hurt each time he were to use his fire. This lead him to also ignore his child who then trained on his own ended up on losing control of his Quirk and killed himself.

In regard to Shōto though, Enji's behaviour and Shōto's situation were opposite. Shōto's Quirk doesn't hurt him and Enji is forcing Shōto to train against Shōto's will because he believes Shōto can become a Hero.

If Enji had stopped training Shōto, Shōto would have apprecciated it as Enji's training was abusive in nature as the man was going well above Shōto's limits. Even if Shōto were to decide to train on his own like his brother did, his Quirk doesn't hurt him and it was unlikely even if Shōto were to lose control of his fire he would met his brother's same end as he could have snuffled the fire with his ice.

So, it's not like Enji is afraid if he were to stop training Shōto, Shōto would go training on his own and burn himself to death... though I might have misunderstood you and maybe you meant something else. If that's the case I apologize.

Anyway, to sum it up, for me chap 302 is trying to tell us Enji, in addition to pursuing his ambitions, is likely trying to give a sense to his child's death that wouldn't cause him to admit he was to blame.

If Horikoshi will further retcon the Todoroki family, future chapters might tell us something different... and if we go back to the early chapters in which Tōya's death wasn't planned yet... it likely was somely Enji's ambition what pushed him to act in such way... unless back then Horikoshi was thinking to another reason which then got retconned out of the story.

Again, those are my two cents and I might be wrong but that's what I thought about it.

Thank you for your ask!

[starkcanvas]

Ethereal Route

Did anything happen between Ash and her mom back when she was still alive?

Oooh, here we go! Ash backstory time!! :D

Now, since Ash does get together with Mari, I wanted to make her whole story a lot more detailed. (As originally, I was gonna have Mari be with Ray and Ash was actually the least developed of the ghost friends at the time lmao)

So, concerning the whole situation with Ash's Mom, Amber... she actually left her and her father, Alistair or Al for short, not long after Ash was born. Not because of malice or anything of that sort. But because of a couple reasons.

First thing to be known is that... Ashley was an accident. Her parents had her when they just barely started their 20's. They had been dating for a number of years but they weren't married yet. So there's obviously gonna be a lot of sudden pressure on her once finally realizing that she's now responsible for a life but Amber was dealing with another problem after Ash's birth.

A very very heavy case of Postpartum Depression. It's a kind of depression new mother's can experience after childbirth, it simply forming from the combination of hormonal changes, psychological adjustment to motherhood, and fatigue.

And no matter how hard Amber tried to get over it for her daughter, she never could. And it hurt her so much that every time she looked at Ash, she made her feel sick to her stomach. She had heard of Postpartum before when researching while still pregnant but she didn't think she'd actually get it. And after reading all the things that could happen due to this, she feared that she wouldn't ever get over it. As in some cases, it can actually last a number of years OR the mother never gets over it at all.

And because Amber didn't want that kind of negative influence to mess up Ash's childhood or possibly her life... not long after being released from the hostpital, she leaves Al alone with Ash. Saying that she'd be better off without a mother who's nothing but an empty husk. Naturally Al is very hurt by this but... respects Amber's decision. They still keep each other's numbers but for the most part, Amber is not a part of Ash's life.

And whenever Ash did try to ask about her Mom, Al just can't help but get very upset. And it's sadly this reaction every time so it gives Ash a negative impression of her Mom unfortunately. And the really depressing part?

Al never called Amber to tell her Ash was diagnosed with a poor heart condition... and he never called her when he needed money for her surgery either because while they still kept each others numbers, doesn't mean they actually talked or caught up. That and he didn't want the one time he did call her to be to ask for money...

He felt that Ash suffered enough... and that it was finally time for him to let go like Amber had... even though he still loves his daughter so very much...

[askbeastdemonslayerkazato]

I am Kazato Aldun Kazaki, the Beast Demon slayer. my title is a bit more accurate than many believe. the Lord who runs the Corps gave me his direct approval when showing my power yet knew of my condition. it turns out humans can breed with demon kind and as a result very rarely does the offspring live. However the living ones are pure humans whom have a demon's magic mine was a wolf-like demon. Whom had very odd style of magic. It mostly involved his own powers being trapped into a fang he lost during his initial rampage which was turned into the very blade which slew him after he killed my mother years later. I have learned three techniques of my donor's killer, the Blades of Blood, Iron Reaver Soul Stealer, and Windscar attacks. Mother told me these attacks were called Beast Demon Arts. I became like the swordsmith/slayer's champion as he was growing older and protected our village. He taught me that with this unique style and the enchantments of the blade adaptation is key. My blade was dubbed Tessaiga (alternatively tetusaiga) in honor of the swordsman's house. It wields a power even I'm not sure of yet but I heard rumors that if a slayer were to truly train with this blade long enough they could slay 100 lesser demons all at once in a single stroke of the blade or equivalently around upper 5 for just one demon. I have met many a slayer during my trials and even final selection and hope to become a Tsuguko to any who'll take me in even multiple hashira to learn some new power. The other enchantments are that demons can't take up his blade without suffering a special blue flaming burn inflicted and the blades true strength is sealed. The sheathe can retrieve the sword from a distance of 25m (upwards of actually probably 250m but initial weakness grows to better control situation).

Secrets

The first time kazato used the windscar his emotions of a blind fury towards demon kind unleashed it's true power and destroyed his home village killing all there by creating a short canyon albeit still definitely counted as a canyon and the demon was completely ashed by the energy produced.

Ch1 pt1:

Ch1 pt2:

Ch1 pt3:

Ch1 pt4

Ch2 pt1 (takes place Jan-mar off screen)

Ch2 pt2 (apr-jun off screen)

Ch2 pt3a (the shinobu introduction/interaction) (still wip I think) (jul-sept off screen)

Ch2 pt3b (tengen interaction/introduction...not available yet) (oct a)

Ch2 pt3c (minor mission) (oct b)

Ch2 pt3d (wind down from mission/mitsuri and Kazato relationship announcement) (oct c)

Ch2 pt4(rest of the hashira at once. Not available yet) (rest of nov off screen)

Ch2 pt5 (fight with Mazoku the puppeteer demon followed by wedding of kaz and mitsuri. Dec. Wip)

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@the-godof-festivals

@ask-spider-mother-kny

And more I'm not currently remembering the tags for or met and will add as I remember them

[kindan-no-kanojo]

Truth: How do you TRULY feel about Ruki?

Dare: I dare you to write a love song about Ruki.

TRUTH OR DARE

"What are these options?!"

"I don't compose, but if I did it would be far from lovely. And if that wasn't the case, I wouldn't waste that on him. I will humor you with the truth then."

She huffed, exhasperated.

"How do I TRULY feel, huh? I don't need a silly game to answer that. Thank you for asking for once, though, so here you have it: I feel miserable. Most of the time, frustrated. Annoyed. Angry. For whatever condemned, superior causal power that makes us meet more often that I'd ever wish to happen, it's only luck and turn of events what will determine the way I react to that man at the given moment. Right now, I am infuriated by his name appearing twice in this question. I suppose that is my default reaction when he comes to my mind."

She breathes in, deeply, and exhales.

"Well then, I will elaborate a little. I did not come back from hell itself to enter another, no, thank you. In all honesty, I don't like him, he confuses me. He did before, he does now. I don't trust him. At first I was as curious as ever to approach him, but after he took advantage of my vast weaknesses he's next to dead to me. I don't care how much he tries to fix it, I don't plan to trust him again anytime soon."

She massaged her temple.

"And yes, I know he is a demon. And, guess what? So am I. If I can't rely on another of this species, then I have no reason to form any type of relationship. I am, however, grateful that he at least uses my name now, instead of that godawful alias he uses to address everyone else. But little does that do when he treats me with such equally little respect and still insists to act nice around me at times, as if that fixed everything."

"In short, I don't think he is even interested in fixing anything at all. I won't be surprised if he thinks there's nothing to fix. No matter. He has already proven how low and insignificant I am to this world, how poor can my actions be, and I don't need his, or anyone's, pity."

Mun!R: ...

Mun!R: ... well, if that's all, then @—

"Don't."

Mun!R: wh-

"He doesn't care. He won't care. In fact, he might use that against me in some way. But, if this inevitably gets to his ears in one way or another, let it be known that no matter how much we share, how much I'm willing to help him get rid of nuisances, that doesn't make him special in a positive way. I still despise his guts. I will continue to do so, so long as..." Sigh. "Forget it."

"I have nothing more to say."

Mun!R: ... So there is a way to fix it...

"... Do you think I am delusional enough to believe that that can even happen? With his unmeasurable pride and entitlement?"

Mun!R: I don't know, let's hear your conditions... *sips invisible tea*

"You and I know that I will be the one regretting this... I'll just kill you if that turns out to be the case."

A long, deep breath followed.

"To no one's surprise, I like equality. Therefore, if I can make him feel as humiliated, helpless, pathetic, used, worthless, the very equal to the dirt he walks on... like I felt, and keep feeling sometimes, it would be a great start. And I know he has weaknesses as well, so, an eye for an eye. But, of course, given my lower level of strength, I can't simply go and do it. I need cooperation, or, in other words, I need some help. He most likely won't agree to that, sadly, he's not stupid. I don't think his so-called appreciation towards me goes that far, anyway. So, there's that."

"Ahh... I don't usually wish to force anything on anyone with this wrath, I do try to be better... but I don't want to be better now. Being good, being friendly didn't take me anywhere good, so I want him suffer, hurt and perish. By my hand, if possible. Then I will maybe forgive him, if my forgiveness has any meaning at all."

[sidmjkgc]

Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be flippant and insensitive. My comment about the AC was prompted by the fact I’ve been having a lot of trouble breathing lately, and we’re still trying to narrow the cause down. So for me, AC during the day is what’s keeping me from choking out when the humidity and temperature where I live is sky-rocketing more than I’m also used to. So seeing what amounted to a doom post about how AC is also causing global climate change without offering alternatives really did amount to “guess I’ll die” considering I probably could.

I didn't know about your health condition, I thought you were one of the too many comments that suggest to "just stick an a/c unit in the window and call it a day". And for that I apologise.

There's a huge difference between using the aircon for health reasons, or in specific buildings (public spaces, work spaces, hospitals...) or in specific part of the world where the temperature is always extremely high, and blasting the aircon just because it's summer and therefore you want a nice breeze in your house. I know this is a stupid example, but think about the american movies when you see someone inside with only a tshirt on in the middle of winter and someone with long sleeves in summer. I don't know how much of this is real and how much is movie magic, but every time it blows my mind how weather (and aircon/heat) works in the USA.

Aircon pollutes the environment, just like cars and planes, and given how fast things are changing, we need to do something about it and make conscious decisions. If you can't walk, of course you're gonna use cars. If you can't breathe, of course use the aircon. If you can avoid those things, please do think about the bigger picture and avoid them. Then again, the main problem is not the singular individual, but the big company that are destroying everything in the name of capitalism. And there's a huge ecofascism problem and guilt tripping, and in the end the people who suffer the most and get accused the most are poor people and disabled people. Look at the plastic straw thing.

Since this last heatwave (that is still going for fuck's sake), I have becoming a bit obsessed with climate change, I am aware of this. I am looking for practical solutions, and I am met with people who think we are doomed, ecofascists that says humanity is a virus, vegans who suggest to start eating stuff that I don't even know where to find, celebrities who take the private jet to avoid a twenty minutes journey in the car, people guilt tripping you into stop using plastic or fast fashion, the average texan commenter that calls you weak for risking a heatstroke and "just stick the a/c unit in the window", the zero waste gurus and the greenwashing... And it's becoming infuriating and we are all on edge. (On top of that, politicians don't help. Our government just fell, again, fascists are on the rise, the left is barely alive, I don't even know if the green party still exists and where it is... And every summer I think back at Silvio Berlusconi who suggested that "old people and children should go shopping in the mall to get a nice breeze from the air conditioning" instead of, I don't know, suggesting anything else.)

As a general rule, do you need it or can you avoid it? Do you need to take your car for a short trip, or can you walk or use public transportation? Do you need to eat meat every day, or can you eat it every once in a while or avoid it completely? Do you need to eat something that was made on the other side of the world using modern slavery, or can you buy something else from local sources? Do you need to buy fast fashion clothes every couple of months, or can you buy it more sporadically or from thrift shops or other stores? Do you need to drink with a straw or eat at fast foods every time, or can you find alternative solutions? Do you need to have the aircon on everyday because it's the only thing keeping you alive, or can you take a shower and use a fan to cool yourself? And so on. If you can avoid it, if you can afford to buy something different, if you can find an alternative, please consider doing it. If you can't avoid it or you can't afford it, don't feel guilty about it because it's not your fault.

This has gotten way too long and I am sorry. Again, I didn't know where you were coming from, and I wrongly assumed it was a sarcastic/meme response because I had just read three post in a row saying how europeans are weak and stupid and to just buy an aircon. I am sorry about your health, I hope it gets better and you can find out what's the problem and resolve it.

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 198

Achilles Castle part 100

Lemonade and lies Part 43

Nicholas (Nick) Stephen McSwarek undercover part 7

Kate/Stana: pov after dinner Nick/Greig ask if I want to go to the pool he found out while I was changing earlier that our apartment building has one. Says it's a good way to meet the neighbors. He asks if I'm okay in water after the whole, almost drowning in the Hudson thing. Nick/Greig it is not a trigger for me that I know of. Plus I took the pool safety class and passed. I know how to be safe in the water. Back at our place I'm in the bedroom changing into my full piece bathing suit. Nick/Greig is in the bathroom changing into his. I grab my life jacket and a small medical bag with my meds and a few other things.

Officer Nicholas (Nick) Stephen McSwarek/Greig: pov I grab some towels before we leave for the pool. The walk is short to the pool, there are a bunch of people mostly teens in the pool hanging out. I should have thought of the fact that she might not be able to be in the pool safely.

Kate/Stana: pov i put my life jacket on Nick/Greig is nice enough to sit with me on the edge of the pool. I don't feel comfortable getting in with all of the teens in the water. I don't want them to accidentally bump into me. With Me and Nick/Greig being cops we can tell a few of the boys have been drinking and tell them it's not safe to be in the water while they are drunk. The drunk teens look like they are about to leave. We decided to continue our Conversation.

Kate/Stana: pov I notice a woman with 3 kids, one looks like it's a special needs child and one is an infant. I elbow Nick softly to get his attention. We offer to help the mom with her kids. Nick is holding the special needs kid helping him in the water. I'm holding the little girl's hand. The drunk teens are splashing us and saying mean things calling Isaac useless and a waste, they are saying what baby can't talk, why would someone let him live let alone choose to give birth to him and keep him. They keep coming closer to him saying mean things. Nick is using his body to protect Issac, i tell him to get the kids out of the pool. I decided to step in saying that they are being rude and to treat him nicely. All human beings deserve to be treated equally. They start saying mean things about me saying only babies were life jackets and aren't you too old to not know how to swim. Too bad I can't arrest them. Whatever sounds Issac is making because he isn't happy Nick is trying to get him out of the pool quickly is triggering them. It happens so suddenly they charge forward towards Nick and Issac who are near the stairs, without thinking I step in front of the teens who then shove me hard in the chest it causes me to gasp in pain and takes my breath away.

Officer Nicholas (Nick) Stephen McSwarek/Greig: pov another woman grabs the baby from the mother so she can grab Issac, I then jump in and manage to pull Kate out of the water. She is holding her chest and seems in pain and startled. The teens, shoving her in the chest probably hurt since i Don't know if her chest is sensitive. A woman who was sitting on the other side of the pool watching her children play asks if Kate/Stana is okay because she is a nurse.

Kate/Stana: pov Nick already has my life jacket off without even realizing it I'm rubbing my chest. I don't want this to turn into an episode. Nick can see it in my face that I'm in some pain. My chest hurts a little, another person is shouting that the police are on the way. This is not how I wanted our night to turn out. I can barely register what is happening.

Amy the nurse: pov Sir is the woman with you okay Greig says I'm not sure Stana has some health issues. What kind of health issues he explains that she has previous chest trauma from a shooting, a heart condition, has had emergency heart surgery, suffered a few cardiac arrest, has ptsd and a weakened immune system. Oh okay that's a lot for one person.

Officer Nicholas (Nick) Stephen McSwarek/Greig: pov I don't want this to turn into a bad situation. Kate is sitting next to me. I had a buddy in the military who had PTSD so I know how to handle it, let's hope that doesn't happen. I check her numbers to make sure she is okay. They are okay,

Amy the nurse: pov I can hear police sirens meaning the police are here. Greig says he doesn't want to get the police involved.

Officer Nicholas (Nick) Stephen McSwarek/Greig: pov crap the police are about to arrive the chances of them knowing who we are is very high. Thankfully the 2 cops who show up are rookies and don't know who me and Kate are.

Officer Swanson: pov what seems to be the problem here we got a call about a possible assault and under age drinking. The woman who called us explained as much as she could. From what I understand the drunk teens were bothering a special needs kid and shoved a woman named Stana. First things first we need to interview the witnesses.

Officer Kai: pov I'm talking with Issac ‘s mother since she witnessed it all, she wants to press charges. My partner officer Swanson is now talking to Stana, the woman who was shoved by the teens. To be continued. ……..

[wenchofthescullery]

What To Do During the Strike, Day 9

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Subtitle: A loose collection of recommendations to keep you busy, should we suffer from similar tastes and interests.

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So, religion. Sort of.

Although this series is about recommendations and not about me, the reader does inform the text. I should lay bare any biases of which I am aware.

I don't worship any named gods. Most of the time, I'm not sure what is going on in the most basic natural sense, much less anything supernatural. I'm certain there are more things in the World than are dreamt of in my philosophy.

That being said, there are a few constants I feel pretty certain about. Change is a constant (thank you, Octavia Butler), but so is the importance of where you place your attention. Focus on something, and it focuses on you -- or at least, your focus becomes a recursive process. How do you spend your time? Where do you focus your attention?

Living a human life feels an awful lot like careening forward into darkness, frantically building the roller coaster underneath you as you go. Things are happening faster than you can figure them out, whatever is underneath you is falling part all the time, and there is definitely a dearth of OSHA regulation in the situation. It is terrifying.

Life calls you to show up anyway -- sweaty, bruised face, ill-fitting clothes, and all. You don't get to stop the roller coaster. So, along the way, you have to figure out how to keep your cart in repair and get a look-see forward into where you are going. If possible, you have to learn how to do both of these things well, for whatever "well" may mean.

In another life, I completed a master's degree in philosophy and did my share of training in comparative religions. I think Buddhism has something to say about how to live a good life.

In addition to the academics, I also read a lot of mainstream writing about Buddhism (Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, The Tao of Zen, The Tao of Pooh, etc.). Somewhere along the way, I came across Charlotte Joko Beck and Nothing Special: Living Zen.

Y'all, Joko Beck is dense. So dense, much moreso than is obvious on the surface. These are the sort of writings that mire me down after a page or two, just trying to unfold the origami to see how far it expands.

We are rather like whirlpools in the river of life. In flowing forward, a river or stream may hit rocks, branches, or irregularities in the ground, causing whirlpools to spring up spontaneously here and there. Water entering one whirlpool quickly passes through and rejoins the river, eventually joining another whirlpool and moving on. Though for short periods it seems to be distinguishable as a separate even, the water in the whirlpools is just the river itself. … We'd rather not think of our lives this way, however. … The fact is, we take form for a while, then when conditions are appropriate, we fade out. … Our whole energy goes into trying to protect our supposed separateness. To protect the separateness, we set up artificial, fixed boundaries; as a consequence, we accumulate excess baggage, stuff that slips into our whirlpool and can't flow out again. … If our particular whirlpool is bogged down, we also impair the energy of the stream itself. It can't go anywhere. Neighboring whirlpools may get less water because of our frantic holding on. … Water that should be rushing in and out, so it can serve, becomes stagnant. A whirlpool that puts a dam around itself and shuts itself off from the river becomes stagnant and loses its vitality. Practice is about no longer being caught in the particular, and instead seeing it for what it is -- a part of the whole. … Zen practice helps us to see how we have created stagnation in our lives. … Unacknowledged depression, fear, and anger create rigidity. When we recognize the rigidity and stagnation, the water begins to flow again, bit by bit. So the most vital part of practice is to be willing to be life itself -- which is simply the incoming sensations -- that which creates our whirlpool.

I think there is something important here. I really, truly believe that many of the ills we do one another stem from being unable to face who we ourselves are, at the core. So there is lashing out in anger, but also the sedations of substances of abuse, excessive food and sex, all the ways to avoid dealing with pain and shame.

And it is also true that whatever you run from is driving you. A life of avoiding something is a life designed around that very same thing.

I suspect a form of practice that neither idolizes "enlightenment" nor specific teachers, which is focused on nothing special (just looking clearly and calmly at what is, in our everyday lives), probably has something useful to say to that.

This is a short documentary (~ 1/2 hour) about Joko Beck, titled Nothing Special. It has Dutch subtitles, but the audio is English. (I think she has a strong appeal to both the Dutch and Germans, from what I can find online. No surprise, then. :) ) The film touches a bit on some of the scandal and wrongness that infused traditional schools of practice in California at the time she was there, and thus why she moved away from it.

Her focus is on how to live a typical, everyday life embedded in the world and still incorporate the practice of Zen. You cannot just sit with practice and then walk back into the World with insight. It's a skill that needs development in context there, too.

"Therapy gives relief, and sitting gives freedom."

"It doesn't look like much, but once you do it, it gets a grip on you."

"The real Zen is just being aware of what is going on, because that teaches everything."

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Next up is classic fantasy.

[coffinroad]

A Writer's Intro

The act of choosing a name for this writing blog that deals specifically in liminal spaces steeped in folklore and the supernatural, I hope, is at least a little bit telling:

Many "coffin roads" have been beaten down into footpaths, long fallen out of use from their original purpose, which was to transport the dead from their homes to the churchyard to be laid to rest. It was a medieval practice to carry the coffin along these straight tracks, often populated by those spirits and other supernatural creatures drawn to the dead.

I've always thought that being a novelist shared a similar resonance to this medieval practice: you drag this heavy thing along a long, dark road, bearing only a tiny lantern to light an uneven path, and maybe you pick up a few things along the way that you hadn't intended. Bodies are heavy. So too are books, and for me, they always seem to get heavier the longer I work with them.

You can call me moth.

The Specs

I write horror, dark fantasy, erotica, and sci-fi fantasy. I bloomed in fandom over twenty years ago, but while I can't remember a specific catalyst that kindled my interest in fantasy fiction before then, I think it's always been there: writ across the soul or something. In the marrow. In the blood...

Although I did have a dreadful, wonderful teacher encourage me when I was eight or nine, I think, to continue writing beyond assignments. I ought to have known better, because this is a terminal condition and I've given my life to it.

What you'll find here

Problem Solving I'm not often inclined to share snippets of original work unless it's already published, but I will often complain about the process and what I've done to circumvent some issues that I've encountered. Hopefully that'll be of some benefit to you.

Experimentation If writing "rules" are meant to be broken, then let's break them beautifully. Everyone operates with some survivorship bias, but each book and each short story is a learning lesson, and I'm happy to share what I've discovered in the process. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it's like you're throwing bricks at a glass wall expecting a different result. Sometimes it's just suffering, hunch-backed with a stiff neck until the thing is done to satisfaction.

Adult Language, Adult Themes 18+. End of discussion. Genre and triggers will be tagged accordingly, so filter in your tags or block me. I am the worst babysitter, so consider this an adult space that caters to adult peers. (Kids: I wish you the best luck on your journey, but this blog is not for you. Keep writing. Keep writing. Keep writing.)

Particulars

Pseud: moth Pronouns: she/her Age: 30+ Locale: North America Genres: Horror, Fantasy, Sci-Fi Fantasy, Erotica, Fanfiction (but not on this blog, sorry.)

I Luh-luh-looooove

Low-key horror, monster erotica (exo/terato), power dynamics, de-powered heroes trying to prove themselves despite their deficiences, unreliable narrators, alternate universe takes, characters that make jokes while skirting the edge of the edge of oblivion, humour to offset the horror, certain awful things, emotionally resonant anchors, writing the Dark Night even though it hurts.

No, thank you, kindly

I will pass on gore, body horror, torture porn, certain kinks.

Currently Reading

Illuminae by Amie Kaufman

Current Project

Book two of a sci-fi fantasy trilogy with similar themes inspired by the Star Wars universe: light/dark binary and the concept of a god-king forged from space magic to fulfill a prophecy that promises armageddon.

Status: On deck. In the last 50k of the first draft. Having the worst time finishing this beast.

[brendanthestrange]

What's Happened Whilst I've Been Gone

CW/TW; Unaliving mention, hospital / medical talk, mental health episode/s, medication, stalking, harassment.

So, it's been a hot minute since I posted and that's because I've just been trying to process and think of how to word what happened whilst I haven't been posting. My last post was very vague but it's because I wanted to take a break from social media and... well, hide. I was only active on discord, talking to my friends and the people I trust. But before we get into that I should probably talk about things in order.

In a previous post, I mentioned having a week long BPD / EUPD episode and needing to stay with friends. I got worse. It got so much worse. February was a very tough month, as everything that could happen to ruin me, did. I ended up having to stay with my friend (R) and her family for nearly two weeks.

During those two weeks, I was feeling very sui//cidal and whilst R and her family know I fear death too much to do something, they were concerned that this time was different and that I would do something. R's mum was a professional chef and has top-of-the-line kitchen knives, they were hidden from me, as was any bleach or toxic chemical. Eventually, things got too much and I tried to have myself sectioned.

Sectioning is where you are in a mental hospital for constant monitoring and support. I had been told by a friend that you can actually section yourself, you don't need someone to take you. However, when I arrived at the hospital, they refused to take me because of where I live - my area was out of their field (which in my opinion is ridiculous). They were also incredibly disrespectful - I sat there in tears, telling them how much I wanted to die and they found things to laugh about (not about me, but still) and so I left.

Sitting in R's mum's car, I told her "It seems I have to be ready to do something to get help."

Truth be told, R and her family are one of the things that keep me going everyday. She's my childhood best friend and now is my best friend in my adulthood. I'm very grateful to have them in my life and I cannot thank them enough for the support they give me during my times of need.

Eventually, I was seen by my local crisis team who I also cannot thank enough - without them, I dread to think where I'd be right now. They offered me therapy, psychology sessions and started me up on a new medication called Olanzapine. Thing is with Borderline Personality Disorder, it can't be medicated - it's a condition that is benefited by therapy, but not CBT therapy that most places will offer. BPD is helped by a type of therapy called Dialectical Behavioural Therapy, "‘Dialectical’ means trying to understand how two things that seem opposite could both be true. For example, accepting yourself and changing your behaviour might feel contradictory. But DBT teaches that it's possible for you to achieve both these goals together." (cited from the link embedded).

However, Olanzapine has proven to be a wonderful help to my BPD - my episodes are less intense and last for a short span of time, my sleep is getting better in being at a regular, earlier time - all that fun stuff. Unfortunately, I do still suffer with realistic, intense dreams and nightmares.

Moving on. During this period of time, I was somewhat dating someone who we'll call E. E and I had a difficult relationship as we were never officially boyfriend/girlfriend status, just "seeing each other" as we Brits put things. This was because E was in the process of divorce and their ex would stop them from seeing their kids if they found out E was starting to see someone. At first, I understood and wanted them to prioritise their kids but soon then realised that things were never going to seem to move healthily - I was always going to be a secret. I called things off with E, explaining I wanted their kids to be number one, I felt like they were still in love with their ex but I still wanted to be friends as we got along well and had similar interests after some time to myself to deal with current personal affairs.

E understood and accepted what I said... or so I thought. Whilst talking with R's mum about everything, E called me. Usually E only calls me if something's happened.

"Would you come and meet me if I was nearby?"

E had turned up at my best friends house. E knew where R lived as they had walked me there on one occasion but luckily, they had forgotten which one was R's house. Taking R's mum with me, I met them at the end of the street - I told them that this was creepy and that I wasn't comfortable with them just turning up to my SAFE SPACE UNANNOUNCED, they then said that they had lost custody of the two younger children. Why? Because they told the ex about me AFTER I CALLED IT OFF.

I told them that it was a bit silly to do that, especially now that I had called it off with them. I told them I wasn't interested in pursuing anything with them and that because they had turned up unannounced, I was extremely uncomfortable. After parting ways, I had received tumblr messages, emails and tiktok DMs from them begging for me back because they realised too late that they actually loved me and wanted something.

I called the police. I had asked for space and that was disregarded, I then asked for cut contact and that was disregarded as well. All of this was stalking and harassment. The messages on the socials were incredibly concerning, especially "Love makes you do stupid things like break boundaries."

[shudders]

But yeah, I might have missed a few things but this is the main of what happened whilst I was gone. I've also moved house and now have a new laptop so hopefully I can keep things updated a bit more frequently now. Thanks for taking the time to read this <3

[inessuee--e]

GAMING ADDICTION

The bulk of our lives has undoubtedly been influenced by video games, whether as a form of entertainment or a hobby. A video game is a digital interactive toy played on a computer, a console (such as the Xbox or PlayStation), a phone, or a tablet. Video games did me a number; I grew up too focused on playing games example is Crossfire. Crossfire is an FPS game that is only played via computer. Playing the game crossfire is so much fun especially when you're with your friends.

                I didn't focus on establishing friends as I was growing up since I was too busy playing games, but that doesn't mean I don't now. I ultimately made pals who share my interest in the same things. While I was made fun of for playing games to win the attention of boys, I didn't really give it any mind because gaming is the only thing that keeps me occupied when the world is attempting to treat me badly. I became increasingly addicted to playing video games as the years passed. I get into a habit of buying skins that I like, a habit I can't break. Consider the video game Crossfire. The default character is a guy, and because a man's body is bulkier and more subject to damage than a woman's, I decided to purchase a character of a woman with my own money. This also happens in the mobile game called Mobile Legends with their skins. And with the game Genshin Impact.

                It's possible for video games to be good or terrible. Anyone can train their minds to come up with original solutions to riddles and other challenges during brief periods by playing video games, which are frequently the cause for reasoning and problem-solving abilities. Playing video games has been demonstrated to help young people acquire literacy skills, boost their self-esteem in their reading abilities, promote innovative thinking in writing, support healthy relationships with close companions, enhance understanding, and support mental wellbeing. With a positive, there’s also a negative. Gaming industry can be toxic, kids might pick up some bad behavior or words and sometimes be the reason why a person is violent. A person becomes socially isolated if they play video games too much.  Additionally, he might spend less time on other pursuits like reading, athletics, playing with the family and friends, and finishing his homework.

                We are able to stop gaming addiction. Make careful to complete whatever jobs you have in advance. learned to set boundaries. In order to address any mental problems that might be causing the addiction, we can also seek expert assistance through therapy or counseling.

                I chose this topic for my blog because as a person who likes to play games, I suffer from it too. I tend to neglect something and sometimes it’s becoming the reason my I isolate myself from reality. When it comes to perspective, Gaming is okay but make sure to put limits into it, gaming is both bad and good. This blog will help readers know that gaming can be something positive and negative. Gaming can help you think effectively and fast but it can also be a result of mental health conditions.

                An individual's life may suffer as a result of the growing problem of video game addiction. While there are many possible reasons why people become addicted to video games, there are many different ways to treat this addiction and enhance general wellbeing. People can take advantage of the advantages of video games without developing an addiction by being aware of the hazards and adopting proactive measures to address the problem.

REFERENCES:

R. (2023, January 9). 25+ Positive & Negative Effects of Video Games, According to Studies - Raise Smart Kid. Raise Smart Kid. https://www.raisesmartkid.com/3-to-6-years-old/4-articles/34-the-good-and-bad-effects-of-video-games?fbclid=IwAR1undpLNnQQGxeA5qvHiP6nMOLeN6uHsQ_I7jsXrQ8DDmFRc9l-5K0hGdI

Owen, P., & Owen, P. (2016, March 10). What Is A Video Game? A Short Explainer. TheWrap. https://www.thewrap.com/what-is-a-video-game-a-short-explainer/?fbclid=IwAR1uYZQ7Tie1i6Gjoba9Lq0kgMEsJuv7x0Nxg7FjbgQblDZCDQAFgaaI1EQ

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Can Dogs Eat Spring Onions? Can the dog eat spring onions? I think most people are aware of the fact that spring onions are not suitable for feeding dogs. Because it is such a harmful food, it is essential to talk about it. Dogs should not eat spring onions, but that does not mean learning more about the subject is inappropriate. There is danger in the details. Are spring onions toxic to dogs? Do you know why? Can my dog ​​eat spring onions? Answer: Not! Your dog’s immune system can be seriously damaged by eating spring onions. This is real poison for him. It is unlikely that tiny amounts of spring onions will affect most dogs. However, any joint portion of a spring onions meal can harm your pet, so you should avoid giving your pet any spring onions. Along with garlic, leeks, and chives, spring onions are a plant that is related to the Allium group. It doesn't matter if spring onions are raw or cooked; they should always be avoided for your pet.   Dogs cannot eat spring onions. Spring onions rank alongside grapes, raisins, and chocolate regarding toxicity to dogs. It is challenging to know the severity of the damage it can cause. Spring onions, however, can cause a condition known as hemolytic anemia, which is extremely costly to treat and deadly to the animal. Spring onions contain toxins, including thiosulfate, that can damage your canine's healthy blood cells. The hepatic system is the primary impacted system in cases of canine hemolytic anemia. Here are some symptoms to keep an eye out for. The symptoms of this condition can vary depending on the dog's size, how often he eats spring onions, and the amount consumed. It is still necessary to take him to the vet for blood tests and an official diagnosis, but we can see some universally recognized symptoms in our dog. Because a dog suffering from anemia will not get enough oxygen to function correctly, it will experience extreme fatigue, lethargy, and physical weakness as a warning sign of spring onions toxicity. After a short walk, our little dog, who used to run around the yard, gets tired and lies on the ground. initial symptoms Anemia symptoms often appear during or immediately after exercise. As a result, the dog may pant excessively, even when not exercising or when in the heat. In addition, he may have a fast-resting heart rate, and his urine may appear red or pink. Other symptoms should be noted in patients who have spring onions poisoning: vomiting; Diarrhea; Yellow gums or eyes. Spring onions can cause these symptoms several days after consumption, so watching your dog for up to a week after exposure is essential. If our puppy consumes more than a few spring onions, or if the dog is too small, we should immediately take him to the vet. Depending on the circumstances, the doctor may give the dog something to inhibit spring onion absorption or induce vomiting to prevent toxicity. However, preventative care can save your suffering for us, our owners, and our dogs.   Frequently Asked Questions Can dogs eat chives? As it is toxic, chives should never be offered to dogs at the risk of triggering a severe condition of hemolytic anemia. However, for those who guarantee pet nutrition through natural dog food, that doesn't mean you can't use other fresh herbs in food preparation. What does an onion do to dogs? That's because it has thiosulfate, a harmless substance to humans, but which, in furry, modifies the internal part of red blood cells, called hemoglobin, responsible for carrying oxygen to the body. What vegetables can dogs not eat? Lettuce (because it contains much water, it can cause diarrhea) Green cabbage. Is it ok to give carrots to the dog? The canine can also consume carrots and profit from their many nutrients. Although they cannot resist a piece of meat, dogs are not strictly carnivorous mammals. Like humans, they are also prepared to ingest some foods of herbivorou

s origin. Conclusion about spring onions for dogs It is never a good idea to give spring onions to a dog! While it is regrettable that such a typical food is equally lethal, it is a fact that must be considered. Ingesting leftover food is the most common way dogs consume spring onions. Since you know how dangerous spring onions are, think twice about feeding your furry friend leftover human food containing spring onions. Also, if you suspect your dog has ingested minute amounts of spring onions, go to your nearest veterinarian immediately. The dog may be fine, but it's worth checking him out and getting rid of the toxins as soon as possible. In short, keep spring onions away from your dog if you want to avoid potential tragedies.  

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How Can I Keep My Roof Cooler During the Summer?

Are you afraid of how high the cost of air conditioning could become this summer? The Louisiana heat is a fact. However, you can avoid sweating your T-shirts at home without using your air conditioning system.

In this sense, the HUDCO team has been helping homeowners for over a decade by installing solid roofing systems. But these roofs can also keep your homes inside cool.

Can I Keep My Roof Cool in the Summer?

The answer depends on the outcome you desire. Indeed, we can't expect the roof to be completely cool in the Louisiana sun. But there are things we can do to make things better overall.

Install Light-Colored Shingles

Wearing dark colors in the summer is not a good idea, not only because black is not a cheerful hue. Darker colors tend to absorb more heat. Therefore, even when wearing only a t-shirt and shorts, we can sweat profusely.

Lighter hues help deflect the sun’s heat and keep us comfortable. The same effect occurs with roofing.

Lighter-colored shingles can reflect up to 90% more sunlight than their dark-colored counterparts. This means the entire house will be more comfortable and cooler.

Prefer Asphalt Shingles

You also must consider the chosen type of roofing material. For example, asphalt shingles include granules that can reflect the sun’s rays, keeping the roof cool.

Because the roof does not get too hot, you practically will not need to use cooling equipment in your house. Therefore, you will have a smaller carbon footprint and can save money to invest in other things.

Use a Roof Mist Cooling System

This option may sound improbable. Yet, these systems are effective even under extreme temperatures. Their primary function is to spray the roof with a fine mist of water to ease evaporation. While that happens, the roof can cool down, increasing our summer comfort level.

Create a Roof Garden or Provide Some Shade

Most people's roofs are not suitable for growing plants. Thus, they would not even think of installing a garden like this! But, while not ideal, it is feasible on flat roofs and produces satisfactory results. Plants naturally soak up UV rays. So, they shield the roof from getting too warm in the summer.

Adding some shade is another viable option to consider

The cost of planting a tree or two that provides shade for the home is small. Besides, the environmental benefits are substantial.

However, remember that you should not plant trees too close to your downspouts. If so, you will have an additional issue if the leaves make it in.

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Install Solar-Powered Attic Fans

HUDCO Roofing is not only committed to providing excellent service. Also, we are enthusiastic about educating our customers on how to keep their roofs in pristine shape. Therefore, it is essential to think about alternative solutions to the problem of trapped heat. To Avoid Suffering Under the Sun, There Is Always a Way to Cool Down!

It does not matter how wonderful the summer is. We need to keep our roof over our heads for as long as possible.

So, HUDCO Roofing works hard to ensure its customers can afford the services they want without sacrificing quality or wasting time filling out paperwork.

For over ten years, we have restored roofs, replaced them, made new ones, and developed innovative roofing solutions.

HUDCO Roofing & Exteriors can provide you with the help you need. Getting in touch with us can be done by calling us at 225-364-1007. We service areas in Bossier City, Shreveport, and Baton Rouge, LA.

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For the elements ask: Earth, Fire, Shadows, Space

Earth: What do you think is the foundation of your WIP?

For Agorned, found family. Throughout every story, there's a consistent theme of being different or lost or abandoned or persecuted and subsequently finding connections with unlikely seeming companions who share some of the same struggle.

For Passions of Secret London, exploration of identity and sexuality. From loving what is monstrous about your partner (and yourself) to working out how your relationship fits in with the world. I mean, how do you see your long-term plans changing when you get involved with a selkie with very protective sisters?

For the Welsh WIP (which needs a name, I can't keep calling it that), it's a bit of an exploration of my childhood/teenage years - the struggle of feeling isolated and not knowing who (if anyone) can help. It's about unwillingly being dragged into a mess you didn't create and don't have the power or tools to fix but somehow all the people who could fix the situation choose to be blinded by their own petty grievances.

Fire: What’s a scene that you are dying to write?

It's a dumb scene that's stuck in my head from Passions of Secret London. In this particular story, the protagonist (Scarlett) is short on rent. She finds out her landlady (Elizabeth) is a vampire - money flow is no issue once you've been around long enough and compound interest is working its magic, but blood is somewhat more difficult to get. Pretty sure you can see where that's going. Anyway, this particular scene is Scarlett asking Elizabeth for more details about the vampiric condition. For example, does Elizabeth need to be invited into Scarlett's flat explicitly? After all, it's technically Elizabeth's property, Scarlett is just renting it. And Elizabeth is just steadfastly ignoring the 'vampire' aspect of it and only addressing the 'landlord' aspect. Like: "Of course I can't enter your flat uninvited, that would be illegal. If I needed to gain access to that space for whatever reason, I would need to inform you at least 24 hours in advance and gain permission to enter." And Scarlett spends a lot of time trying to get her to answer candidly whether the obstacle to entry is simply legal or supernatural (becoming more and more exasperated the longer Elizabeth refuses to give a straight answer).

Shadows: What’s the darkest theme you’ve ever written about?

I've definitely written about darker stuff (suicide, abandonment, death, torture) in my teenage years but the best story that comes to mind is this: In the near future, we can record and playback sensations in a kind of VR setup. Touch, pleasure, pain, etc. The main application of this is in the medical field - 'doctors' are less trained in the external symptoms of disease and disability; instead, they train on recorded simulations of various pain so when they are hooked up to their patients, they can diagnose based on what it feels like. People being people, new doctors make this into a competition: putting themselves through the most harrowing records of pain and suffering and seeing who can endure the longest. There's a betting pool. It's entertainment. Doctors are valued less on what knowledge they have and more based on how much pain they can endure, since they would be able to diagnose a larger pool of patients based on their second-hand experience. While I now feel I didn't really come to a natural point when I first wrote this (the original story ends with an invasion and the outside forces commenting on how barbaric the practice is) I think if I revisited it now, I would like to point out the difference between enduring pain on a voluntary and temporary basis and how that pales in comparison to say...a chronic condition that you have little to no control over. That a doctor might make the argument that a patient's pain is 'minor' because they endured it themselves (with full control over when and how long to experience it) and that their patient doesn't need any real medical help (like painkillers or assistive devices), instead suggesting lifestyle changes and determination.

Space: Where’s your favorite place to write?

Less of a favourite but more like my most effective: the bus when communicating to work. It's like an enforced writing sprint - I have 25-35 minutes where I can't do anything else so I might as well write. The short time frame means it doesn't feel too intimidating and I'm more likely to get something down, without getting too precious about the exact wording or quality.