#I'll see if I can trade/sell some of them..

[l3viathanss]

[kurohe]

Things you can do to actively participate in the revolution

Here's the list !

I know some of those will look really silly, i promise they are not. And obviously, this is not a checklist, you don't have to do everything. But they're steps that you can absolutely take if you wish to, and they WILL help.

(Thanks everyone for your help, and for adding things yourself with your reblogs <3)

(under the cut !)

1) Let's start off with a very easy one you can do right now: stop using Chrome. It's a google owned browser, and it sents all of your data towards it. Mozilla is a very good replacement, but almost anything will do, really. Also, resign your amazon prime subscription. We revolting against capitalism as a whole, and this is a good first step to not freely give em your data and money

2) Start stealing things from supermarkets and malls. I am not kidding. Little things, that aren't really monitored: a can of food, a lighter, a pair of socks. Condiments are particularly easy to hide in bags or pockets. Steal hygiene products, steal food.

Remember that you should have access to those for free, and you don't because a few rich guys don't want you to.

Additional tip: train station stores are very easy to steal from, because they're so busy. But don't put yourself in danger. Check beforehand if they check bags at checkout, look out for employees that might notice what you're doing. Don't be reckless.

(edit: imma say this, you should read up on what the risks of stealing are, for you and others. Stealing from big stores is IMO always morally right, but it is risky for many reasons. Be careful)

3) In the same line, if you see someone stealing anything from a big store, no you didn't.

4) I know a lot of people are scared of disrespecting rules. By fear of being caught, or by guilt. My advice is: start disrespecting stupid, meaningless rules. I don't have specific exemples, but you'll encounter them and wonder why you're doing that. Stop doing it. This will train you to be able to disobey autority way easier.

5) Put stickers everywhere. If you already have them, go ham. Especially on public property (lamposts are amazing). If you don't, buy them from artists or independant stores, not big brands. If you cannot afford them, remember that you can simply write stuff on an A4 paper and plaster it to walls. Or even post its !

6) Carry a sharpie with you at all time, the big black ones. If you see propaganda, scribble it out. Keep a look out for terfs stickers, maga posters, etc. Also good for getting rid of transphobic and sexist stuff written on public restroom stalls !

7) Buy locally. This means going to the market or small stores, and thrifting your clothes. If you can't for money or accessibility reasons, try trading with your friends, family and neighbours. Get communication going in your circles, and you'll realise there are a lot of things that you can simply trade with or buy from people around you. Like a jar of jam against some eggs, or a pair of socks for a t-shirt you don't wear anymore !

8) Learn how to sew. I know, that sounds dumb ! But i promise you, not only will it be amazing to trade with other people ("i'll sew back ur shirt and in exchange, you give me a can of peaches !"), corporations also haaaate when you know how to fix your clothes. Because they want you to buy more. You'll spend a lot less money if you know how to fix em

9) If you have the space and the money, grow your own food, and share it or sell it around you. Be careful, some assholes will call the FDA on you. Do that with people you trust.

Additional tip: growing vegetables and fruits can be a real nightmare. You can absolutely start by just growing some basil or mint :)

10) Organise. Join leftist groups online, even if it's just to see what's being said, you don't even need to interact. Follow creators, repost and share their content. By doing that, you'll stay informed on group movements like strikes, protests and boycotts, which you can then participate in. It's very important you're connected to other ppl and the movements that are started !

11) Unionize. I'm very sorry I don't know the exact way unions work in the US, but if you can, join one. They will help you in times of needs, especially if you're a student or a worker. If you're not sure how to do that, absolutely ask around to people you know are very active politically, around you or online. People will help.

12) Stay. Informed. Follow independant papers and news outlet. If you can afford it, give them a dollar or two. They are fighting everyday for access to unbiased information for all, and sadly, their independance means that they rely almost entirely on donations and people simply engaging with what they put out.

If you can't access those: do not get your news from TV. Ever. Or anywhere else that has been bought by the far right. Sadly, the majority of TV channels are just the worst.

And, most importantly: fact check. All of the time.

13) Share that information. Talk to those you trust and who are ready to listen to you, and tell them about what's happening. Get angry with them. Revolution stems from people coming together and realising that they're being used and profited off of. Share videos and posts relating to politics, especially informative videos.

14) Go to protests ! If you've never been, i know it can be scary. But you can stay in the middle (don't go all the way to the front, that's where stuff can get heated) and scream and walk with everyone else. You'll meet people who, like you, want things to change. Capitalism wants you to stay as unconnected to others as possible, and that's a great way to fight that.

Sometimes, there are sites that have a planning for all protests happening in a city. Look up if one exists for yours

15) Create and strenghten community. I know i really struggled with this one, because it's so vague. But here's a few places you can start:

-Go and introduce yourself to your neighbours, if you deem it safe. Give them a little gift if you can afford it, like a pack of pasta.

-Make new friends, even if they aren't deep friendships. You need connections. Online or irl, both are fine- don't stay isolated.

-If you already have community, go check on them right now. Ask your friends how they're doing, and if they need anything- ask how they're being impacted by what's happening right now politically.

16) Look for ways to fuck over the institutions in easy ways. One example that went around tumblr a lot is letting dandelions grow in your backyard, because landlords fucking hate it. If you work in retail or fast food, cheat. Accidentally forget to scan the diapers. Put in 7 nuggets instead of 6.

(edit: been told that it's very risky for walmart workers to not scan things, so beware.)

17) Engage in art. MAKE art. Music, shitty paint drawings, craft, anything as long as you're being creative. Share it. If you feel like you can't do that, then support artists. Make a point to look up cool illustrations, and new music. Go to the cinema.

If you're an artist currently in an underpaid office job, please, by the love of god, be creative during office hours. You're underpaid, they do not deserve your full time and attention. Take 30 minutes to write that snippet you've been thinking about.

(and actually, if you're underpaid at all: do the minimum required. So that you can't be fired, but that's it. Any more effort is not worth it. Companies will never be thankful for what you do.)

18) Look up books that your state banned, and go read them. You can get them secondhand, or as pdfs online. (if anyone needs ressources, i will glady look for and share them.)

And, actually, read books in general if you can. Yes, fanfics count !

19) Seek education. There's a lot of youtube channels out there talking about educational subjects in a fun way. Some things the rich assholes who run the country specifically don't want you to learn more about are: biology, history and archeology, social and economic sciences. GO LEARN ABOUT THOSE.

The people in power don't want you to be educated. It's why they eviscerated the education system.

20) PIRATE. I cannot stress this enough, anything you can pirate (that isn't from small, indie creators, except if you absolutely can't afford it) do it. Download music illegally, torrent movies and games. If you want access to academical studies and papers, some writers will give them to you for free if you email them about it. There are also ways to go around paywalls.

21) Don't fall for the traps of "progressive brands". Lately, i've seen a lot of praise for Ben and Jerry's for openly supporting lgbtq rights and being globally anti-trump. They are still a brand. Avoid buying from any big names when you can. That being said, if you have to, check beforehand which ones and what their history is. Some are more evil than others.

Additional tip: a lot of brands you see in stores are actually owned by bigger brands. One prime example of this is Nestle, who are fucking evil, but they own a shitload of other big names. Be careful what you buy.

22) I hate to say this, but be prepared to defend yourself. Revolutions are never peaceful. You will get in danger. If you can, get in ok physical shape. Learn how to run fast and fight well.

If none of those are available options to you, please, make sure you have someone around you that will be able to protect you, or a place where you can be safe. Whether you are disabled, a minor, or anything else. Don't put yourself in more danger than is necessary.

(this used to also include getting a gun. I deleted it because i don't feel comfortable recommending this. But it's still an option.)

23) Last but not least, be kind. When someone cuts off a woman speaking, interrupt and give her the floor back. Shame those who think it's right to say bigoted shit in public. Listen to those around you. If you can't act, then remember to always have empathy for the homeless, for drug users, for immigrants. Understand they are people just like you. You are not immune to propaganda and prejudice, no matter who you are. Always question yourself and your biases.

(if you've read this far, please repost. We need this to reach as many people as possible)

I want to remind you that you're not alone. I know things seem hopeless, but the simple fact that you're reading this is proof it's not. I don't live in the US, but i'm supporting you as best i can from where i am, and sending you strenght.

If you have any questions, do ask away. I'll end on this image that's very dear to me:

[fillinforlater]

On her jeans (Part 1 of 3)

Male Reader x Kim Minji

Length: 3128 words

Tags: backstory, sex as payment, degradation, all things blowjob: face fuck, deep throat, gagging, chocking, throat bulging, rough face sex, training, passive hand job, master/daddy kink, desperate_trainee!Minji

TW: Minji is selling herself here kinda (oh no)

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing this crazy series with me. Mad lad!

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-

(A/N: Hey you! I know you're reading this. Get ready for your favorite girls to get defiled one-by-one. Goon or go (or something like that, sounded cooler in my head). For everyone else, have fun!)

"Huh? Minji? What are you doing here?" 

Kazuha asks, surprised to see the still-trainee on this floor of the HYBE building, knocking on an unoccupied training room that she has nothing to do with usually.

"I-I came here to ask you about something,” the younger stutters. “I heard you were personally selected for LE SSERAFIM—and that there is some backer for your success. Even th-the group's scandal went away without a hitch. 

“Who is helping you, who is he?"

"What are you talking about?" Kazuha responds, face in scrunches. 

"I know that you know, Unnie," Minji says and catches the door before Kazuha can close it again. "I need answers, please. I-I've seen their plans, this is going to blow up, we'll be a failure, HYBE's loving stock.

"I can't fail this."

Kazuha looks at the determined young girl, her face loosening up a bit, turning from trying to defend her future spot at your side from a new rival to worrying for Minji. She curls her finger and Minji enters the otherwise empty training room.

"You have some dangerous knowledge," the Japanese woman then says. "Asking for this—I think you have no idea what you might get into."

"Doesn’t everyone say this about the industry?" Minji responds with wit and looks at Kazuha's sweaty body in the mirror. "Everyone always shares their doubts, from the moment you start. And now we are here, ready to debut. I know I have talent, but will it be enough?"

"You really want this, Minji?"

"Yes, Unnie, more than anything."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen. Why do you—"

"I'll give you his number." Kazuha sighs deeply, but nonetheless, her words have Minji in a delighted dance. "I'll tell him that you are good, so be good, be honest to him. I'm doing you a favor here."

"Thank you so much, Unnie!"

"But be careful: he is greedy, he wants more than you can imagine, so be ready to give him everything. And also—" 

Kazuha pinches Minji's chin, tilts it towards her piercing eyes and whispers in the most kind yet threatening voice: 

"Never try to get between him and me."

# 

"Oh my—your concept, these plans. They are fucking terrible. It's going to take a lot to salvage this, even you seem to know that, Minji." There is no need for you to hold back. If you think a plan is bad, you better tell someone before they fail. You’ve seen your fair share of bad plans, but not by HYBE and not to this extreme.

"I-I know. I tried to tell them, but the managers just shut me down.” Minji puts her arms back on her thighs. They were just dramatically cast into the air to get her point across, but the young girl saw your unimpressed gaze and quickly got professional again. “They are running us straight into a brick wall."

"I've seen many examples like this. A lot of companies think they can do no wrong, especially when a lot of time has passed since their latest failure." 

You give Minji her tablet back and rest your chin on one hand, the other tapping the giant desk before you. You are deep in thought, at least Minji should believe that. Instead you are looking into her eyes, mariana trenches of passion, hopefulness, determination. Minji has a pretty face, leadership qualities, all the skills of a superstar but most importantly, she has some thick lips that will be perfect for cock sucking. 

Okay, you are getting ahead of yourselves. The other big thing she has is the willingness to trade everything for her dream, for hope, maybe for fame too. She will give her dignity for glory—and you will make her do it right fucking now.

"This is a difficult case," you say slowly, watching her expression shift a bit, not yet gloomy but getting there. "Luckily, I and HYBE still have the time and resources to make your debut a success. People will talk about it for a long time. I can even guarantee you a music show win from the get go."

"Really? Oh my God, thank you so much, sir. You are way too kind." Minji jumps from her seat and takes a deep, formal bow. "I hope I can lay all of this in your hand?"

"You sure can, Minji, but you know this comes with a price, a hefty one at that. This cannot be solved with two phone calls and some convincing. Hell, I barely have any time." You stand up from your chair and look at the young woman, upper body still tilted but her huge eyes fixed on you, now you’re in front of her. You still dwarf her and she only now knows that she is completely outmatched and will pay up.

"I-I will give you everything, as soon as I can," she stutters. "I only need some time and, and—"

"But I need it now, Minji. Right fucking now.

"Get on your knees."

"Sir?" Minji asks, shocked. "On my knees? Do-do you want me to beg?" 

You snort. “I thought you were smarter. What did Zuha tell you exactly?” 

“H-how did you know—?”

“Minji, what you're asking for requires a complete 180. Your entire concept will have to be changed. From what I’ve heard, you need some new songs too. I have someone in mind who can spearhead your group but she's a wildcard, batshit insane really, but the right kind of crazy needed for something like this. But all of this will take a lot of fucking effort, time and money. And I need you to prove your worth, now."

Push down on Minji's shoulders until she winces and sinks to the floor. Black tiles, hard, cold and somewhat reflective. You know that for a moment all of them hesitate when seeing the rough outline of their head mirrored back to them. Are they really going to do it? Is this what they have to sell? Is it worth it? 

Those that stayed are now superstars and because Minji somehow knew about it and had the guts to look for you, there is not a single doubt in you that she will devote herself to you.

"I can make your dreams come true," you proclaim calmly, yet your words put Minji under unbearable pressure. "Fame, money, success are all guaranteed, out of question, beyond that everything is possible. When you just stay there, on your knees and open your pretty mouth—"

A zip and your semi-hard cock is released, to the absolute shock of Minji, whose mental image of her face is replaced by the first phallus she has ever seen before her eyes. 

"—I'll fulfill your desires."

Minji looks up at you and gulps. She thought the auditions and training evaluations were the final tests respectively, but now her entire career comes down to this one huge cock right in front of her. She curses the producers, the managers, those idiots at Ador—their mistakes have to be redeemed by her sucking dick and lowering to the level of a desperate whore.

Minji has no option. Idols are born from hardship and this is just another step, she believes. So her lips part a little, and when she locks eyes with you, they part a lot more. With a satisfied groan, you shove your cock deep into her throat.

"From now on, you'll call me Master. Later will be Daddy, but not until you've proven worthy. Your next few weeks will be rough, new people, new songs, new choreos." The first tears form in Minji's gorgeous eyes as gags bounce through your office. "I don't care how tired or sweaty you are, when I call you, you come to me right after practice, no excuses. You will obey every fucking wish, especially because I have so much work with you."

You drag your balls over her chin, let your cock rest at the top of her mouth and open it wide. Minji is clumsy with her teeth and with the way she tries to dodge your thrust, be it intentionally or out of fear. This is of course vastly inferior compared to a blowjob from all those second and third gen stars you've made big after giving them your big cock.

The only redeeming, already great quality, are her lips. Natural, not a talent or skill. She'd be a lot better just not moving, not thinking, a fleshlight, but how should such a young woman know?

"I assume you're smart enough to understand all this," you tell her expectantly and pull out. Minji leans forward and coughs up her saliva on your floor. You grab her hair and pull it back, get ready to spit at her, but she has wit.

"Ye-yes, Master. Excuse my incompetence, I—you're so big."

"No crying? No regrets? Well, that's more impressive than your blowjob skills. How about you clean up your incompetence?"

You take a step back and pull her face down, down by the hair, onto the tiles where her spurts of saliva lay. Minji hisses out in pain, you know she stares down angrily, shocked at how rude you are to her. She grits her teeth—

"Yes, Master, sorry, Master."

—and begins to lick the floor, slowly and only with the tip of her small tongue.

You are mildly impressed that she adjusted to her situation rather quickly. It is the sign of a prodigy in bloom. 

"I am curious, baby girl. I was informed you didn't really set out to become an idol. So why put yourself through all of this?" You muse and question her. Minji's eyes widened a little, finally shifting from their bristling anger. "Oh, I know everything about you, Kim Minji. It is my job to know and then some. So tell me: what is your ambition? What is your desire?"

"Who doesn't dream of being famous?" Minji says, determination in her eyes which she has pointed at you like sharp, pointy arrows. "I want to be a star, the idol that all my classmates, parents, grown-ups have never seen in me. I want to show them how wrong they were."

"Too bad that even after joining the great and successful HYBE, you are about to be their first blunder," you taunt her and slap her forehead with your cock. "Good thing you're ready to suck cock for some adjustments of their mistakes."

Minji puckers her lips and a bit carelessly gets your cock back onto them, spreading small licks on your cockhead. "This is nothing, I know hardship."

"Oh, 

"You call this nothing?"

You tsk and slap her face with your cock.

"You know hardship? Do tell, Minji..." You grip her head and begin to plunge into her mouth. "Hardship? We haven't even started yet. I'm not even at full size, stupid girl!" 

You see her eyes widening as tears begin to form with your rough treatment. Thinking back to Minji's words, you read her well. People doubted her—you could too. She wasn't so different from the others you've trained. All they needed was education to rely on you, devotion to you and love for you and only you.

"Make sure to keep your fucking teeth off of it," you growl while your fingers search for new ways to pull at her hair, to push her away and then slam her back down on your cock which is finally hardening at the arousal her fearful face brings. The inside of Minji's mouth grows wetter, sloppier, warmer, until suddenly—

The annoyance of her teeth returns and it stings. To start with blowjobs has both been a disaster for your pleasure but intense fuel to introduce Minji to the harsh reality that is you; you and the success that you bring. Everything she has ever wanted, you can bring her, and so she fights trough the tears and accepts that you press her flat on the floor and fuck down into her mouth like it's a pussy.

"Open wide, open wide," you repeatedly command, a hand on Minji's jaw to help her make this command come true. "You useless slut, don't waste your lips on such pathetic blowjobs. Fucking hell, when I'm done with you, you better deepthroat like a mid porn star.

"Fucking waste of my time, you stupid stupid girl. This is the standard HYBE is accepting now? Fuck, maybe we can't even blame the company for your group's future failure—it will all just be on you. If you don't fucking step it up, this is the last time you will ever contact me." 

Gaze still intensely focused on her, you pull out your cell phone and unlock it. You don’t really use it for much, except for phone calls, but this alone makes this device insanely valuable. You however don’t need to make a phone call now. You only need to show Minji one thing: your contact list.

She can see you scrolling past the names of tons of people, all in the industry. Well known producers, managers, executives, staff members, but most importantly, all highlighted by a colorful array of yellow, orange, red and pink: 

The full names of hundreds of female idols. Minji scans through the list, recognizing one Unnie after the other, from nugu second gen groups to absolute super stars.

You pull out of Minji's mouth, give her time to cough up all leftover spit and wipe her tears away. Ultimately, you help her up from the cold hard floor, the only thing still laying on the floor is her pride.

"Do you get it now?" you ask and look at her, eyebrows raised with the highest of expectations.

"Yes, Master."

"Then you know what you have to do."

"De-deepthroat like a p-porn star."

"Can you do that?"

Minji hesitates, something you cannot stand for the love of everything. You grab her hips and throw her on your desk, spin her until her head is hanging off of the table. With no further warning, because she does not deserve those anymore, you press your cock on her lips and fill more than her mouth. Minji's throat starts to visibly bulge from the massive width of your cock. 

Of course she is gagging, kicking her feet but that isn't even a flight response. There is no need for you to pin her down. She wants to stay, wants to become a good slut, a stupid girl that can suck your entire cock. Sadly, her newfound eagerness isn't rewarded with success. She needs training and stretching and so you stretch Minji's throat with lazy thrust and train her nose to accept your balls on them.

"You're so silly, but finally, we have some effort, Minji," you growl and reach into the top of her shirt. "We can work from here."

You fondle her breasts, run your hands down her soft stomach. 

"Good, I can definitely work with this. You remind me of—" 

But you pause, not wanting to divulge any advantages for her to pick up on. She looks like an absolute fuck doll as her head continues hang off the table. Even upside down, it was pretty when stuffed with your cock, your balls now touching her lips with each plunge. 

"Minji, it's not enough to deepthroat like a porn star. You'll learn to deepthroat like one of my perfect sluts, whores. Porn star is a start, but it will soon be an insult to you.”

She had no idea that her consideration as a future perfect whore meant you already took a liking to her. As of now, all she knew—no, all she could think of—was your cock and that she needed to keep her teeth off of it. It needed to fuck her throat if she wanted any chance at a great career. 

And so Minji takes it, acts like a whore who willingly gets gag induced drool over her face, then fat, filled balls on her nose and accepts the greedy hands all over her midriff. Minji always thought that she needs this tight, perfect form for the approvement of the public—now it's you who decides if her body is acceptable and ripe for a fucking. 

Your seal of approval is the frantic way you tear open her shirt, then her bra and start to knead her breasts, while her tongue movements become actually enjoyable. You thrust harder, making Minji's face pale as she struggles to get air. She looks gorgeous like that, so you slap her tummy and before the choking is too hard, you back off and pull your pants up.

"That's it for today," you say as Minji still gasps for air. "From now on, you'll be here everyday after practice."

Short silence, disbelief in her eyes. "H-huh—yes, Master."

"The door will be open. Walk in and lay down on the table, just like this. You will wait until I return or have time for you. It doesn't matter what happens, you will lay there until I am finished with you."

"Yes, Master."

"A lot will change." You rub sweat and spit off her temple with a gentle hand and look at her glassy eyes. "You might not get any sleep at all. Now you will learn true adversity.

"Okay, fuck it. You don't deserve this, but I don't care."

Pull your pants back down and lower your balls onto Minji's mouth. This time, there is no hesitation, and she opens her fuckable lips wide. Her tongue starts to twirl around your sac while you begin to jerk yourself off. When Minji finally starts to suck, you feel a satisfying conclusion to this messy meeting arriving. But—

"Why would I do it myself? Get your hand here!"

You find one of Minji's hands and start to spit on each finger. Like a waterfall, it runs down until you deem it lubricated enough. Then you put them around your manhood and begin to thrust. It's a lot colder than a pussy, but Minji seems to instinctively know how to tighten the gap, the grip, her hand-pussy suddenly becomes worth cumming in.

Take a final breath and climax, each pump sending long streaks of pearly white on Minji's body. You cover her in seed until one long line, from her navel to her throat, forms and you admire how carefully she worships your balls. Wipe your cockhead clean on her hand and make a mental note to have this soft palm be a useful masturbation aid for another time.

"Who would've thought that you're already in love with my balls?" You almost crack a smile through your stone cold facade. "A good sign that you're already a whore."

"M-Master, I..."

"Shut the fuck up.

"Tomorrow, after practice. No underwear, no questions, no one is allowed to know."

[ashtavula]

Hihihi! Could I please request a royalty/nobility au with the housewardens? Like them as a dashing Mr. Darcy, if that makes sense.

So, since this is pretty open ended, I'm just going with headcanons on what sort of role they'd have in this au. Though it might be more like an otome au? But if you like it, or want to see more, please don't hesitate to ask!

Royalty AU - The Housewardens

You are the only heir to the throne, and now, you've been given a "simple" task. Find someone to marry before the year is over! Your butler clears his throat, and names some of your potential suitors...

Riddle - The Marquess' Son

-Riddle is the sole child of Marquess and Marchioness Rosehearts. His family is well known for funding medical research, and they're generally well respected. At least, publicly. In private, many nobles whisper about the cruelty of Marchioness Rosehearts, and Riddle's overbearing strictness. Your butler also states that, when your parents announced your eligibility for marriage, she was the very first to put her son's name forward. It makes you think that Riddle had no say in being a candidate.

-Riddle himself is rumored to be at odds with his family, considering his friendship with the local baker, Trey Clover, and other commoners. His mother has publicly denounced the idea that her family mingles with the lower classes, but Riddle continues to be spotted around the bakery regardless. It makes you wonder if he's not quite as strict as the rumors claim...

Leona - The Second Prince

-Leona is the second born prince of a neighboring country. His brother, King Falena, has maintained his country's status quo, but it's becoming rather obvious that Leona doesn't approve of his family's excessive lifestyle while their kingdom's poorest starve. Supposedly, Falena is growing increasingly desperate to marry Leona off to a foreigner so he can be removed from Sunset Savannah's political sphere. Leona's own people talk about him being a lazy, power hungry rebel, and this gives you pause. You haven't heard a single positive thing yet. There must be more to the man than this...

-Your butler goes on to mention that this is merely what your country's spies have found out. According to official correspondence, Leona is a laid back man with a handsome appearance, and a sharp intellect. The sheer difference in those descriptions startles you, and makes you wonder. Who exactly is Prince Leona?

Azul - The Information Broker

-Azul Ashengrotto is the head of the country's biggest information guild. Hiring his Octavinelle Agency is the best way to dig up dirt on anybody, and no one knows just how he acquires that much intelligence. Your parents have listed him as a potential candidate in the hopes that, should you marry him, he would give you access to the wealth of information he has at his fingertips. According to rumors, you must give him something of equal exchange for anything he tells you. You frown as you hear about people selling things like their voices, and their magic to him. He can't be that cruel. Right?

-According to people who have made deals with him, he has a taste for the finer things in life. He'd certainly jump at the opportunity to court you, as you are the heir to the throne. Before your butler can finish, a strange man enters the room. His mismatched eyes gleam as he hands you a letter, stamped with the Octavinelle Agency insignia. The letter is simple, but it sends a chill up your spine. "Your Highness, if you are considering marriage, then please come by my agency. I can tell you anything you wish to know about your suitors, and I'll even waive my usual fees. The only thing I ask in return is for your company. Signed, Azul Ashengrotto." Before you can question the man, he slips out of the parlor. How peculiar...

Kalim - The Merchant Prince

-Your butler clears his throat, and moves on. Next on the list is Kalim Al-Asim, heir to the Al-Asim Trade Company. Merchants under their banner travel far and wide, bringing wondrous things that many people have never seen before. In his country, rich merchants practically become royalty, and Kalim's family is the wealthiest of those families. If you choose him, it will invigorate your country's economy, and your parents approve of this. Also, according to the people who have seen him, he's cheerful and compassionate.

-However, your butler warns that his family has a dark side. In the Scalding Sands, poison is the weapon of choice, and Kalim's life has likely been threatened numerous times. And that his own siblings and cousins are likely his biggest enemies. If you married him, you'd be subjected to the same treatment. You'd constantly have to watch your back, and worry that every sip of wine would be your last. Is that truly a life you wish to lead?

Vil - The Duke

-Vil Schoenheit is the youngest Duke to grace your country's nobility. He's also the fairest. Countless numbers of men and women fawn over his beauty, yet he has rejected every advance that has come his way. This had led to nasty rumors that he has impossible standards, and that his heart must be made of ice. He apparently also has a keen mind, though there are some whispers that he uses that intellect to brew deadly poisons. Who those poisons are meant for, nobody knows.

-His dukedom also contains some of your country's most beautiful locations. Lush forests and thriving apple orchards span his lands, and his people prosper under his rule. However, people do wonder why all of his citizens seem to be good looking, and why nobody seems to oppose him. Is it just a coincidence, or is there a darker reason behind his seemingly perfect dukedom?

Idia - The Inventor

-Idia Shroud is, without a doubt, one of the smartest men in your kingdom. However, his reputation, and several rumors, precede him. He's known for being extremely reclusive, and he's almost never been seen in public. Instead, he trusts an automaton, Ortho, to complete various tasks. And the few times he has been spotted sparked a frenzy of strange rumors. There's talk around the capital that he's been cursed, marked by unholy fire. Your brows furrow. Is he truly one of the candidates for your hand in marriage?

-Aside from the rumors that swirl around him, he's genuinely skilled. Ortho is a completely sentient automaton, and several of his other inventions have changed the average citizen's quality of life for the better. He's the reason your kingdom is more advanced than any other, and that counts for a lot. He's a bit bizarre, but rumors about his supposed "curse" stirs your curiosity.

Malleus - The Briar King

-Your butler shivers, and mentions King Malleus in a hushed tone. He is the King of Briar Valley, a strange land that nobody has ever actually seen. There are old tales about his kingdom. Stories that state that the land is populated by the fae, and that their king is not truly a fae, but a fearsome dragon. These tales claim that any being who opposes the Briar King will be incinerated in a plume of dragon fire, and that he demands complete loyalty from his subjects. As you begin to wonder why your parents would give you such an option, you get your answer. For the first time, Malleus has left his kingdom, and is visiting yours. This might be your kingdom's only chance to forge an alliance with the powerful, mysterious fae.

-There is a bit more information than just wild tales. According to your butler, an odd fae visited the castle yesterday, and told your parents a bit more about Malleus. This fae stated that his king was not quite as intimidating as the stories claim, and that Malleus yearned for companionship more than anything else. Your gaze softened. You, as the heir to a kingdom, knew that a royal life could be a lonely one. If he also felt the ache of solitude, then, he surely couldn't be a monster, like the people say.

Now that you've heard about your potential suitors, only one question remains...

Who will you choose?

[lokorum]

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Trading Cards- Cross Guild's Day Off 1 (Cross Guild x Reader)

Summary: In which you work with the three Cross Guild officers and stumble across a new trading card game to introduce to them. Hilarity ensues.

Rating: SFW/Crack

Word Count: 1.8k

Notes: No relationships are defined, so feel free to headcanon whatever you want. I know it says x Reader up there and I wrote it in mind that it's a weird ass polycule but I made sure to leave it ambiguous for your reading pleasure. Reader is GN and gets Gumshoe'd, while Mihawk gains a gambling addiction. Minor swearing and violence (but funny).

A/n: Yes I collect the trading cards and I'll be damned if I don't put these three men through hell for funsies in this series (guess what's gonna happen next time).

"What's with all those boxes?” Buggy rubs his red nose as he twirls a knife in hand as you walk into the office. 

“You’ll never believe this! Apparently, someone’s been selling trading cards of famous pirates and marines! It’s a crazy new thing!” You happily plop the boxes on your desk. “And so, I managed to nab a few boxes!” 

Crocodile lowers the newspaper he’s reading to reveal his agitated face. “With whose money?” 

“Oh, that’s no biggie,” you wave off. 

“I’m docking your next paycheck,” Crocodile states as he goes back to reading. Mihawk raises a brow. 

“I have to ask, can they really just sell cards of us like that?” The swordsman questions. “Besides, what makes cards like that so interesting? Isn’t this simply a child’s collection?” 

“That’s what you think! But apparently, there are some secret rare cards everyone’s been dying to get their hands on!” 

You get a dark blue box and marvel at it. 

“Hey, why the hell is that Straw Hat on it?!” Buggy screams. “He’s a nobody! Who the hell wants a card of him?!” 

“Don’t worry, there’s cards of you, I think,” you respond, and Buggy gasps before lunging for the box. “Where?!” 

“I think it’s in one of them,” you point to the many boxes, and Buggy huffs. 

“Well hurry up and get to them!” 

“Don’t you guys wanna open them? They’re meant to be played in fun games,” you ask. “Here, I’ll separate them by fours, and everyone gets to make a new deck!” 

“I have no desire to-” Crocodile begins as you drop the card packets on his desk. 

“This is a strange form of games, but my interest is slightly piqued. I’ll take some,” Mihawk says, extending his hand. Buggy pouts as he’s the last to get them. 

“Now, open!” You yell, while you and the Cross Guild leaders begin to open the card packets. Buggy is tearing through them, shuffling through the cards manically. 

“HUH?! ALVIDA?!” He screams. “That’s not fair! How is she in this?!” 

He gets more frustrated as he opens the remaining packets. “They all say ‘C’ on them!” 

“They’re all common then,” you explain. Buggy lets out a sob at his bad luck. Mihawk and Crocodile ignore Buggy’s wails before Mihawk clears his throat. 

“I’m not asking for any particular reason, but since this is supposed to contain the most famous pirates, does that mean Red-Haired Shanks is a part of this?” Mihawk asks, a curious tinge in his voice. 

“I believe he is in here,” you nod. At your confirmation, Mihawk glares at the cards in his hands and tears them up. 

“C. C. C. C. SR. SR. C. C. R. R. C. UC,” Mihawk reads aloud his card rarities as he opens the pack. 

“Woah, who’re the SR’s?” You ask before Mihawk tosses the cards to the floor and opens another pack. 

“C. C. C. C. C. R. R. UC. UC. R. C. C.” 

“Mihawk, are you-” 

“C. C. C. C. C. C. C. UC. UC. R. C. L.” 

“Holy shit,” Buggy stares in awe as Mihawk’s hands move faster and his eyes frantically roam over the cards. 

“C. C. C. C. C. C. C. R. R. UC. C. L.” 

Crocodile rolls his eyes as Mihawk eventually covers his face with his hands, the non-Shanks having pile of cards a mess on the floor.

“What do you have?” The hooked man asks you. 

“Let’s see…” you open some packets and shrug at the some of the common cards, before you smile at an SR card. “I got you!” 

You proudly show off your new SR rarity Crocodile card. Crocodile motions you to step closer and gazes at the card. “Huh. That’s interesting. I better be strong.” 

“Maybe. I mean, it is an SR, and that’s pretty good!” 

“Why the hell are you an SR?! That’s bullshit! You got your ass handed to you by Straw Hat-” 

Crocodile immediately silences Buggy by pressing his hook onto the clown’s throat. “Want to finish that?” 

“N-no-” 

You continue to hum as you go through more cards. “Oh, Boa Hancock!” You squeal. “She’s so cool!” 

“Not as cool as us…” Buggy whines. Mihawk is still despondent on the couch. 

“Woah, I got Mihawk, too!” You gasp as a very cool card of Mihawk sitting on his throne is in your hands. 

“Okay, now that’s complete and utter crap! These two get in, but I don’t?! What the hell! I should burn these guys!” 

“How did they find out how my outfit and room looked like…” Mihawk mumbled as his face scrunched up. 

“You guys are getting so worked up over some silly cards,” Crocodile clicks his tongue as his cigar hangs from his lips. 

“Easy for you to say! You at least have a card in here!” Buggy whines. “This is so stupid! (Y/n), give me the other boxes, now!” 

“Hey, don’t grab them!” You swat your hands at the clown. “Crocodile still has to open his.” 

“I don’t care about him! I want to find me!” Buggy grabs the first box you opened and notices a pamphlet. 

“Huh? ‘Get your starter packs to begin playing’?” Buggy squinted as he went through the listed starter packs. “Let’s see… Straw Hat, that red-head-” 

“Shanks?!” Mihawk jumps. 

“Not that red-head,” Buggy interjects, and Mihawk sighs. “Kaido, Big Mom, Crocodi- wait a damn minute! How are you the face of one of the starter packs?” 

“I am?” Crocodile blows a puff of smoke. 

“Yeah! ‘Seven Warlords of the Sea’ starter pack! You jerk! Why is it you?!” Buggy screams angrily as Crocodile chuckles and twirls his cigar in his fingers. 

“Well, I am the obvious choice, aren’t I?” Crocodile strokes his chin. “I am strong, handsome, and far more intelligent and renown than the others. Why wouldn’t they put me on the cards?” 

“And humble,” you mutter. 

“Another dock to your paycheck,” Crocodile adds, the smile on his face returning to his usual humorless appearance. 

You slump your shoulders pitifully. “Crocodile, I can barely afford instant ramen at this rate.” 

“Aw, it’s okay, Buggy’s here for you,” Buggy chuckles as he pats your back, relieved he’s not at the receiving end of Mihawk and Crocodile’s torment. 

The four of you continue to open box after box of booster packs, with you mostly happy to just see the cool art, and Buggy hitting the floor in retaliation to his awful cards. 

“Nothing! Not even one of me! And they’re all commons!” 

“I really don’t know how that happened…” you pitifully look at him. 

“You making fun of my nose?!” Buggy screamed, looking up at you as his makeup smeared down his face due to his crying. 

“Oh…” you wince at the sorry state he’s in. “It’s okay, we can always-” 

“Shiny foil!” Mihawk shouts, making everyone in the room jump. “Is it finally-” 

He pulls out the card, only to scream in agony as he drops to his knees and lets the card fall through his fingers. 

You curiously pick up the card, only to see it’s sadly not Shanks, but someone called… “Sogeking”? 

“Who is this?” You stared at the card. 

“(Y/n),” Mihawk shakily fumbles through his pockets and pulls out a bag of berries. “I don’t care what it costs. Go. Buy more boxes.” 

He drops the bag in your hands and shields his eyes with a hand. Crocodile opens another packet and lets out a chilling laugh. 

“What’s so funny, Croc?” Buggy asks, nervously anticipating how badly things will go when Crocodile is laughing like that. 

“You’re looking for a card of Red-Hair, aren’t you?” Crocodile’s voice lowers, the smirk on his face widening. 

“No we’re not!” Mihawk and Buggy shout at the same time, making you and Mihawk raise a brow at Buggy’s admission. 

“Oh? So then it’s fine if I keep this card? Perhaps sell it even?” Crocodile holds up the card and everyone’s eyes are wide as you three gasp. 

In his hand, is the Secret rarity Shanks card. 

“You…” Mihawk says under his breath. 

“How the hell did…” Buggy’s eye twitches. 

“Woah… so lucky,” your eyes lighten. Crocodile’s chest rises with every laugh he lets out. 

“Since no one else wants it, I think I may just sell it and get back the money (Y/n) stole for this!” He proclaims. 

In an instant, Mihawk stands up and pulls out Yoru, pointing it at Crocodile. 

“Hand it over.” 

“You don’t get to make the demands here, Hawk Eyes,” Crocodile shakes his head. “What are you willing to offer?” 

“Give it, or I’ll kill you.” 

“Okaaay, well, there’s no need to kill each other-” you stand up, trying to get between the two men. 

“I’m not asking again, Crocodile,” Mihawk threatens. Buggy scowls and then jumps to his feet, pulling out his knives. 

“Yeah! We aren’t asking again! Hand it over!” Buggy yells, feeling confident with Mihawk’s strength at his side. 

Mihawk locks his gold eyes onto Buggy and Buggy cowers in fear. 

“N-never mind! Have it!” He surrenders. 

You nervously think of what to do before you rip up the last packet in the room and pray to whoever is listening for another Shanks. 

C. C. C. C. C. C. UC. UC. C. C. C. 

You gulp. There’s only one more card. This card can either save your life, or lead to a massacre from Mihawk. Your fingers reach in and pull out the last card, and you raise a brow at the shiny gold border. 

“What is this,” you murmur as you finally reveal the full card. 

A Secret rarity Shanks card. But unlike Crocodile’s card, yours is a stunning art piece of Shanks. With a gold border and a badass look in Shank’s eyes, you’re in awe. Even Buggy gasps at the sight. 

“M-Mihawk! We got you a Shanks!” You flail the card in your hand to draw his attention, and Mihawk swipes the card from you. 

“Don’t do that! You’ll ruin it!” He lectures you and stares at the card. “Incredible. I never knew this was in here.” 

He drops Yoru to the ground and presses the card to his chest, as if all the weight in the world was finally gone from him. Crocodile rolled his eyes and promptly threw his card to the ground in front of Buggy. 

“Come the hell on, (Y/n)! I was negotiating!” Crocodile sighs in frustration and rests his chin on his hand. “I’m not paying you at all this week!” 

You don’t even care anymore, crying tears of joy at the fact the sword that clattered on the ground beside you was not spearing your chest. 

“Since we all got decks now, why don’t we try and play the game?” You innocently suggest. You lay out the multipage rule guide and manual as the three men surround you to take a peek. 

Immediately after seeing the abundance of rules, all of you grimace and shake your heads. 

“Maybe another time.” 

“Yeah.” 

“That’s good.” 

“Great idea.” 

[unveiledelle]

Ever wondered what Claggor's life must have been like before he met his found family? Well here are my headcanons.

Claggor's Past

Contains: Theories about his early life, how I think he developed some of his traits in canon, and how I came up with some of my previous headcanons. Disclaimer: Basically just rambling. The following are all just speculations and may be biased to my own perspective. I am by no means a psychology major. So if I say something incorrect, please do not hesitate to correct me. Thank you :>

Early life

‧₊˚ ⋅ ❥ Grew up in Zaun in a big family. May have been a middle child too, and is somewhere in the lower-middle age range among his siblings.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ❥ Parents worked in the mines, but died due to one catastrophic accident that caused the people from the undercity to protest against Piltover, which unfortunately lead to the bridge fight.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ❥ Older siblings were caught in the crossfire and died leading Claggor and his younger siblings to fend for themselves. Unfortunately, his younger siblings died from lung problems and malnutrition.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ❥ Became a "trash picker" (I'm not really sure what the correct english term for it, but there's this thing in 3rd world countries where poor people living in the slums scavenge through dumpsters to look for cool finds that they can later on sell or trade).

‧₊˚ ⋅ ❥ Vander found him first before Mylo. They met when Claggor tried to sell the scraps (which ofc doesn't cost much) he found to Benzo. Vander reminded Claggor of his younger self and was immediately fond of him, so he adopted him.

Now some rambling, because for some reason I couldn't get my thoughts straight to form a well-rounded headcanon list lmao

‧₊˚ ⋅ ❥ I think one of the reasons why Claggor is the type of person that is afraid to stand his ground or speak his thoughts loudly is because he's used to being ignored by the people around him (not necessarily in a mean-spirited way, but simply because they tend to be stubborn). And in my opinion, Claggor is naturally pessimistic, which can be an annoying trait his old family think he has.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ❥ Whenever he tries to speak up, people either disregard him or ignore him completely. And since he came from a big family, I imagine his voice was often drowned out by other family members. I also think this is part of why he grew so close to Mylo, because he sees right through him and relates to him. Being someone who suffered the middle child syndrome himself, he empathizes with Mylo's desire to be seen as important within their found family.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ❥ Claggor may also be the kind of middle child that was ignored all the time but was expected to be responsible (may have older siblings that aren't as present so he chooses to cover their responsibilities in the house instead).

‧₊˚ ⋅ ❥ I think Claggor wears his goggles because he has a fear of being perceived. It's a way for him to hide his face. I don't think he has any issues with his eyesight since we don't see him wearing them when he's reading. (edit: oops i was wrong lol) From my observation, in all his scenes from S1Act1, he only ever removes his goggles when he's alone with his siblings in a private place, or when he's with people he's comfortable with.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ❥ He may also be insecure about his size because he's a big guy for his age. I like to think that he puts up his hoodie (yes he also has a hoodie like Vi) as a way to make himself feel smaller. Make it hurt a little more when you think about my headcanon about his younger siblings dying because of malnutrition (additional: Claggor is malnourished too. Malnutrition is not exclusive to thin people only).

End.

That is all for now. I'll post headcanons about Mylo's past too as soon as they're long enough to be in a proper post. I just need to wait for the last fragments of prophecy to reveal themselves in my mind lol

[illarian-rambling]

As per a unanimous vote, it's finally time for individual Starbreaker and Wild Type intros! And as per special request, I'll be starting with my troublemaker Pash (;

Pashananath: the Negotiator

I gestured over to where Nyda carried three of the five swords initially packed onto the ship. “We can pay with steel. Also, directions to anywhere that sells clothing would be divine.” I was sick and goddamn tired of wearing this laundry day outfit. ‘It’ll just be a little show at a bar.’ ‘No one important will see you, it’s fine if you leave laundry for tomorrow!’ Little did I know some meathead would take offense to my rendition of Mother’s Tub and decide to put a broken bottle through my throat about it (not that I blamed him — that piece was not my finest work), and now clever little me was living out eternity in a pair of too-short pants and a wrap shirt with a stain on the sleeve. Even besides me, Faalgun’s uniform was fucking disgusting and I was tired of looking at it.  Duja scratched the back of his head. “That’s not an inconsiderable order. I don’t sell instruments and I don’t know what you mean by ‘rune,’ but hammocks, cards, and high quality rations I do carry. However, I just traded for a stack of steel ingots when the Flying City was here a month ago, so I’m pretty flush on that. I’ll sell you the hammocks for the swords, but you’ll probably get farther if you bring something else for trade. Or just go exchange your currency. I know you Flying City types love a good barter, but we do use money here. That’s not— That’s not, like, a foreign thing for us.” “You’re sure you won’t trade for the swords?” My eyes flicked to the shopkeep’s bearing. He was not a well-muscled man, and he didn’t seem to be carrying any weapons. “I— No. That’s what I just said,” Duja huffed. “I’d be happy to trade for other things, if you have them. Lumber, precious stones, silk — I’m just flush on steel right now. If you don’t have the cash, there’s a casino down the road you could try your luck at. Just tell them I sent you.” My eyes flicked to his slim throat. “Say, you don’t have any weapons behind the—” I was cut off with a squawk as Nyda grabbed me by the ear and hauled me back. “Just a moment!” she told the shopkeep. I mumbled a string of insults under my breath as she pulled me into a group huddle with her and Kaulakri. Negotiate. Don’t negotiate. What the hell did she want from me? We weren’t even going to be here that long — there was no reason for us not to just kill this guy. “I had it handled,” I hissed, shooting a glare at Nyda, which she instantly reciprocated. “I saw that fucking look in your eye, Sarytasi.” Absently, she scratched at the wound in her side. “The way I see it, if we wanna afford furniture, rations, and new clothes, we’ve got two options.”

So, uh, the boy has some issues. Read more below the cut to find out all the juicy details of what they are!

Pash is one of the Fair Folk (or the fae or Sarytasi or whatever you call them). Pash is also, like the whole of the R.S. Starbreaker crew, dead. The god-empress of the fae, the Gloaming Queen, sent his soul on this mission to pierce beyond the barrier of End that encircles the solar wheel and he cannot fail her orders.

The fae are... odd people. They value individual happiness to an extreme. If Pash saw a man wearing a jacket he liked, he would have no issue killing that man for the jacket. Likewise, if someone killed him for the same jacket, well, fair's fair. This pattern of behavior deeply impacts how he interacts with the crew. He has little respect for boundaries and the only reason they can get him to contribute anything is either because he finds this particular task entertaining or he knows that if the crew ganged up to beat him into submission, they would win. Violence is a way of life for the fae. In their land, the strong take from the weak, and the best a musician like Pash can do is hope he's entertaining enough to stay in their good graces.

Which is to say, yes, Pash is a musician, and a very good one. All fae are created by the Gloaming Queen with a singular purpose in mind: their Contribution. Pash's Contribution is music. He's far better at that than he is at negotiating. In the Next-Door Land, where the fae reside, he spent his life (fae don't measure time, so who knows how long that was) playing for tavern crowds before meeting an inglorious end by way of a broken bottle slitting his throat after someone didn't like his song. He isn't too bitter about it, all in all. And it wasn't like he left much behind. The fae aren't known for their close relationships, and Pash had none. His interactions with the crew of the R.S. Starbreaker is his first time meeting non-fae and it's been an... experience for him.

But on to personality! Yes, he's a little brat for sure, but Pash does have a streak of kindness in there somewhere. He likes to cheer the crew up by playing music or telling jokes, and he does help around the ship to an extent. He does this because deep down, it really does make him happy to see his friends happy. This isn't to say his attitude doesn't cause friction, of course. In just as many instances as he decides to help out, Pash is selfish, lazy, and has a bad habit of asking very personal questions. The third area that it's important to understand about him is that he's afraid. Fae society operates on fear; the weak fear the strong, the few fear the many, and everyone trembles before the Gloaming Queen. Pash is afraid of the crew because, in his mind, they're wildly unpredictable. They don't act how people should - they pay him kindnesses he doesn't understand. It frightens him, though in some deep part of his heart, he longs for such grace. Slowly but sure, Pash is going to realize some things about himself and his people, and I'm certain the road will not be smooth in that regard.

But what does he look like? Well, all fae look different, but the Gloaming Queen made Pash to be tall and lanky - about 6'2". He has pale skin and a body covered in a light dusting of dark fur, as well as a tufted tail. His pupil-less eyes and pointed teeth are both solid red and he smiles frequently. He's got shaggy dark hair that comes down to his shoulders and pointed ears also tufted with fur. His outfit is pretty simple; a wrap shirt and loose pants paired with sandals. His hands are markedly graceful and can play any instrument that's placed in them.

Now for some fun facts!

Pash has no real sense of time, fae don't measure that and their land is in an eternal state of dawn and dusk, and also they don't age from when they're spat into being. Ergo, he has no clue how old he is or how long he's been dead for. However, he has the vibes of an 18 year old who just moved out of his parent's house and is still figuring out laundry, so it's safe to say he's young.

The instrument he has aboard the ship is a shamisen. Pash loves playing music, it makes him feel safe, however, he doesn't enjoy singing.

His favorite bad habit is asking really intrusive and uncomfortable questions while in someone's personal space.

Other than music, perhaps the only thing he respects is the Gloaming Queen. Like all fae, Pash was biologically made to be unable to resist her orders and he thinks of her as a perfect being.

Well, that's all for now! I hope you like my fucked up murder-hobo fae boy, he's such a disaster. I'll probably go through all the Starbreaker characters for intros next, then Wild Type. Thanks for sticking around <3

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[copperbadge]

[ID: A poster ad in the Chicago subway for Taskrabbit; it reads "You're never gonna hang that up; never gonna take that down" followed by "Mounting & More" and the Taskrabbit text logo.]

For a subway ad there's...a lot going on there.

I again don't have photos of the work I did this morning so I thought I'd share that ad; funny to get rickrolled waiting for my train. I've been working on sorting bins to go to storage again, and honestly I expected this to take all week but I think I've got most of it completed. I still have a bin I need to sort through but that one is likely not to go to storage anyway; it's what I call my "trauma box" because originally it was a box of stuff from my last job, which I forgot existed for six months after leaving the job (somewhat traumatically). Realistically it's now just a massive bin of odds-and-ends I don't know what to do with, but most of them need to either be donated, thrown out, or stashed somewhere in the condo. There's also a full bin of paperwork I need to sift through -- old grad school notes, scrapbooks I need to digitize, and a collection of Marvel Comics trading cards I should probably take to a card store and see if I can sell.

Still, this morning I packed up my camping gear and grill bag, pulled down the bag of summer clothes I packed up earlier, and emptied out one of the two "sort through" boxes so now they're all in one box. I cleared out the other "under bed" storage box (the new plastic ones should arrive this week!) and set aside some more clothes to donate and put another few loads into the laundry to wash.

Probably for the best I topped up my account with the laundry room last month...

I'm pleased I kind of got back to "limit by podcast" levels of work -- I listened to the latest Criminal episode, "The Reverend", and I was just starting to feel a little scattered and overwhelmed as it ended, so I stopped for the day. I'll still need to change over the laundry and fold it and figure out what to do with some of it, but at least that's all I have left to do, and I don't have to worry about finding more.

[jam-on-or-jam-off]

Was struck with the sudden, intense urge to draw a very small Greely. Here he is. Meant to add shading, forgot, oops. Also forgot two little tiny pixels on his tail. I'll pretend I didn't bc I already made it an item :)

This is a screenshot of the MP with my watermark slapped on it, the actual MP will be in my shop soon, probably 8 diamonds considering this took me a bit and did have some genuine effort, but is very much silly goofy quality. I adore his lil face. And his phantom buddy

Definitely gonna make more for the other alphas. Been trying to think of a Mica design for a bit now, maybe them next

Looking back I missed so many things omg. That's embarrassing. I might see if anyone wants this version as some kind of collector's copy, mistakes and all, and just make a fixed version for myself to keep and sell copies of lol. How did I mess up that bad.... Greely I'm so sorry

editing this to mention i did exactly that lol. someone very kindly traded me a RIM designer skirt for him (now all I need is that elusive fall variant and my collection is complete....) and I can confidently say this version has found a good home!

Bonus PFP versions... hopefully. might have to resize them, they're 350x350

[daggerfall]

So the GM of one of the big PC/NA raiding servers attended the ESO guild summit and wrote down some notes about questions and answers asked there. A lot of them are about potential future features we could see in ESO's future, and also answers to questions some worried players have had, but most of it is about guild stuff. I'll post the text under a read more.

Hey @/everyone, I recently attended a guild summit with ZOS developers where we got a chance to do a Q&A session. I am breaking down some of the keys points from the discussion for us. I will include the stuff I know a lot of us care about first. This is a really exciting time for us to have some feedback/suggestion for the future of ESO. ZOS has been doing a great job of engaging the community and we can expect more from them in the future. For instance, this guild summit will likely become yearly or biannual. About the questions - I missed some, there’s some interpretation, and comments from me included. I want to keep you guys in the loop on what is going on and how we as a guild are involved. A lot of this stuff is things they are considering doing or testing feasibility on. It doesn’t mean it will 100% happen.

Isiimode and I had a very similar question about the next trial drop. They answered the question by saying watch the global reveal. They said they don’t see a lot of the content drops changing. My interpretation of this was mainly that we can still expect a yearly trial and it might not drop exactly on the day that it used to drop on. They want more flexibility in releases and instead of large drops with a drought they would like to drop engaging content as its ready to keep players more engaged over the year. April 10th will be revealing the new trial/content. I think(?) there will be a new trial like normally scheduled just by interpreting Rich’s comments.

It looks like ZOS is going to be working on guild management tools for us in the future. Guildhalls seem unlikely but maybe if we can do them with limited capacity. They are looking into guild halls more. They are going to try to make it so multiple people can manage a guild home from a guild like an officer permission. This last sentence is my interpretation but based on Rich’s answer it seems like someone still have to own it and this is hard to do.

They are working on guild traders and adjusting how they work. Number of listing was really high and this was hard on the servers. They want people to still be able to sell stuff and understand this changed a lot for trading guilds.

They are thinking of more mechanical ways to make guilds useful. They understand that the only reason for joining a guild is really a guild trader. Otherwise discord is the best place for things to happen. No real specifics on this yet.

Limits on guild capacity and other limit items are there to reduce server load. When they started enforcing the mail limit it turned their mail server from terabytes of data to gigabytes. They are trying to minimize the workload on the servers with some of the choices they are making. They referenced guild history, and even Cyrodil changes. Ideally reducing server load overall should help with performance.

Five guild is somewhat arbitrary but it cant be higher because it is a lot of server load to manage five guilds for everyone. Think about how the server has to be pinged every time someone logs on and off or deposits something in the bank. They might consider reducing the number of people in a guild so you can have more but i dont think this is a good idea. They are going to add a guild search function if possible.

They are going to add a guild communication system if possible. It might not look like in-game mail. It could be a calendar or some other functionality.

They are going to explore adding API for guild bank/roster stuff for addon developers to introduce addons. (I didnt really understand this question)

They are going to consider working on a companion app to allow people look at achievements and other account statistics and have already done this in the past but they always blow up the server and make performance tank.

Servers are expensive and getting aussie or other servers seems unlikely. They are already supporting some servers that aren't really active so it’s hard to add more that might not be active.

Some leaderboard changes might be coming in the future. Ultimately, score is the best metrics to base leaderboards on. It includes vit, speed, and HM so it is all encompassing.

What would console addons look like? Very hard to answer. Strict memory limits make it very hard. On PC memory isnt really the limiting issue so its hard to say what console addon developers will be able to use. Codes combat and lazy writ crafter will likely go to console.

People want lore about the players to be included in the game more.

Do the devs play the game? The team plays the game a lot but not everyone plays the game the same. Rich likes the solo content and does that more. Other developers like world bosses, cyrodil, and trading. Its really hard to make content that every single person will love. That being said the devs do play the game and just see different issues than we might see. These summits are way for us to bring our issues forward.

How many people dont interact with guilds? A lot of players play this game like a traditional eso game but might join a guild for a trader or something. They are thinking of new ways to include the community in the functionalities that they have created. It seems like a lot people find playing with people scary.

ZOS love RP community and they like giving them opportunities to RP. A lot of story development includes ways for people to RP.

There is some consideration for integrating EU console servers.

Increasing limits on furnishing in player homes is something they are thinking about but might be hard to do.

They dont want guild homes to replace going to a major city. They want people to have reasons to go to these areas. No one stop shops!

A lot of the cyrodil related development right now is solely on the performance and the champion campaigin/system(?). No other changes will likely be made in the short term.

Will the game be around in 5 years? The best way to answer this is look at development patterns. New cyrodil stuff is an indication that ZOS is going to continue to support the game. ZOS is committed to the game and will continue to commit to the game.

Update the guild tabards to look more modern. Guild specific decorations would be fun and cool.

[ladykailitha]

All the Way Home I'll Be Warm

Hello and welcome to my Christmas AUvent Calendar! Every day from now until the 24th I will be posting a ficlet that is 500-1500 from an AU I've done over the years.

All stories will be marked with the tag #12 aus of christmas so you can follow along as I will only be tagging my permanent list for this (it would get too confusing otherwise).

The next one on our list is: The Harrington Pattern. You can read the story here. All links will be to the first chapter, but the chapter itself will have links to the rest of the story.

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5

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Christmas time in Hawkins was always a treat. They set up a Christmas village on the Fair Grounds, complete with Santa and his reindeer, shops, and food stalls that sold everything from traditional European treats, to hot chocolate and spiced apple cider, to cinnamon covered almonds and pecans, to full on turkey legs.

The air was filled with so many scents of Christmas and Steve couldn’t be happier. Katie had told him that she had a hard time keeping his bags in stock and would call once a month for more. She knew that it would keep him from the bigger things like shirts and tunics, but getting his name out there was important too.

She was the one who convinced him to open his own stall at the Christmas village as she always took December and January off.

So here he was freezing his buns off in the cold to see if anyone would buy the gloves, scarves, and hats he was selling. Some of the scarves and all of the hats were crocheted by Eddie, Karen getting him excited about it so that he could join the sewing circle too.

At first the Corroded Coffin boys protested the lost of some of their practice time on Sundays, but once Eddie started bringing him the fruits of his labor, all complaints turned into requests. Requests Eddie happily took.

The ladies took one look at the two of them Eddie’s first time at the meetup and immediately clocked them as a couple.

They were still pretending they didn’t know.

Just as Steve was sure his balls were going to just drop off from the cold, Eddie came bounding up to their little table with two large styroform cups filled with hot chocolate.

“How goes the sales?” Eddie asked, snuggling up close to Steve. “I traded one of my scarves for the hot chocolate, by the way.”

Steve nodded. It was something the sellers did around here apparently. Instead of taking money they would trade goods for equal value.

“It bought enough warm drinks to last this frozen hell until we close up, anyway,” he huffed, his breath clouding between them. He rubbed his hands together as he tried to get them to warm all the way and not just where they touched the cups.

Steve shook his head. “You ridiculous man.” He pulled up his bag that he used to cart around his supplies and pulled out a pair of mostly finished black leather gloves lined with fleece. “Wear those for now so Jeff doesn’t come after me if you lose your fingers.”

Eddie blushed, pulling on the warm gloves over his hands. He looked at what they had left and it wasn’t much, but while Eddie only had two more crocheted hats and a scarf, Steve had three hats, two pairs of gloves, and six scarves left.

“Why isn’t your stuff selling?” he asked, looking around at the other stalls. Even the hot drink girls preferred Eddie’s scarf to one of Steve’s nicer hats or even a pair of his gloves.

Steve shrugged, picking at the lip of his cup with his thumbnail. “I thought more people would be interested. Katie was for sure that I would sell out of everything the first day, too.”

Eddie looked at his misshapen objects that could barely be called scarves and hats and cocked his head to the side. “Maybe they think yours aren’t homemade like mine obviously are.”

Steve shrugged again. “Maybe I’ll do better tomorrow.” The unspoken ‘because yours won’t be there to be compared to’ lingering in the air.

Which was the last thing Eddie had wanted to do when he joined the sewing circle. He was just looking for a way to share more time with Steve. To give his hands something to do while Steve sewed. Most of his small things were still hand-stitched and every piece was more beautiful that the last. He looked down at the black leather gloves on his hands and suddenly got an idea.

He grabbed one of Steve’s hats and one of the scarves and put them on, Steve watching him with a frown. Then he dug around in his backpack and found a couple of markers. Cackling with glee he kissed Steve on the cheek and told him he’d be right back.

Steve stared blankly at his boyfriend’s retreating form. But before he could grouse about wanting to be coddled by his boyfriend, the menace was back. In his hands was a big sign that “Harrington’s Handcrafted Goods”. Which was strange enough considering that was what the sign above his booth said, but he wasn’t even standing in front of the booth.

But then he realized what was happening.

Eddie was going up and down the area they were in shouting about Steve’s booth. People were stopping by and Eddie was showing them his gloves and the craftsmanship.

Then like a Christmas miracle, Steve’s booth was flooded with buyers. For those that couldn’t find something they wanted, they made orders. And within an hour of Eddie’s antics, Steve was forced to close the booth because everything had sold out.

As Steve packed up their booth and put his stuff away, he murmured, “You didn’t have to do that...” He looked up at Eddie, “But thank you!”

Eddie wrapped him up in his arms. “Of course I did, Stevie. Because today was supposed to be all about you and your talent with a side of fun stuff from me. Only it didn’t turn out that way, so I had to fix it. You deserve the world, baby and I intend on giving it to you.”

Steve sunk further into Eddie’s embrace. “I’m going to need those gloves back so I can finish them.”

“Of course,” Eddie murmured. “They’re beautiful.”

“Good, ‘cause they’re your Christmas present.”

Eddie pulled Steve back enough to look him in the eye. “You are a such a sneak. Because I know you’re making something else, too. You don’t have to go all out for me. Your love is enough.”

Steve kissed him gently on the lips. “If I deserve the world, then you deserve the stars. Merry Christmas, sunshine.”

“Merry Christmas.”

They started walking to Steve’s car. “So you gonna to tell me something you got me?” Steve asked bumping their shoulders together.

“Nope!” Eddie said, popping the P.

“Not even a hint?”

“No!”

As Steve continued to tease Eddie about the present all the way home, he knew he was the luckiest man in the world. Because he had Eddie.

~

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[renthony]

Goddammit I have things to say about Arcane again. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I have never been this obsessed with a show that pissed me off so much. Fucking hell.

Longish critical post under the cut.

Husband and I are re-watching Arcane from the beginning, specifically so we can do some critical analysis and frame-by-framing. This watch, I'm really fixated on the way Vi is reintroduced after being in prison, because it does not make any goddamn sense.

If Stillwater is primarily full of Zaunites working for Silco, and Vi is constantly fighting with them, but she's also constantly being tortured by the enforcers...who the fuck is watching her back? How is she alive? Yes, she has a solitary cell, but we see her let out into the common areas. If she has that many enemies in Stillwater, how has she survived this long? The answer seems to be "plot armor," and that's...not a good answer.

If she has literally zero allies in prison, and she is hated by both the inmates and the guards, she'd be dead. Even if we're supposed to assume Marcus gave the order to the other enforcers to keep her alive, we know for a fact that the enforcers are still abusing her, so they clearly don't actually give a shit, nor do they stop the other inmates from fighting with her.

Like, I don't care how much of a badass she is, she has to sleep sometimes. She has to eat sometimes. She has to take a piss sometimes. She is clearly in fighting-fit shape, she is clearly healthy enough to immediately start parkouring all over Zaun after release, so who's letting her have access to workout equipment? You don't get or stay that jacked just by punching a wall. How's she getting enough calories? You don't get the good food if everyone in the prison hates you. For all that she makes a joke to Caitlyn about prison food tasting awful, she is clearly not malnourished.

And who the fuck did her tattoos????? They're extensive and fairly high-quality. If someone else did them, who was she on good enough terms with? If she did it herself, who liked her enough to smuggle, sell, or share supplies with her?

It really wouldn't bug me as much if it weren't for the fact that the narrative seems to want me to see her as a forgotten loner who has nobody in her corner until Caitlyn. Fundamentally, that cannot be true, or Vi would have been murdered and dumped in the water long before Cait showed up.

Also, if Silco has that many people in Stillwater, how does he not have his fingers in the prison smuggling operation that clearly exists? I don't buy it. If he owns Marcus' ass that hard, and he's already involved in smuggling, he'd have spies and smugglers in Stillwater, too. I do not believe that Silco has the power and the confidence to casually threaten Marcus by showing up in the man's personal home, but not enough power and confidence to get spies into a prison that's already full of his own allies/underlings.

There are definitely possible answers to some of these questions, and I certainly have my own headcanons, but it really doesn't feel like the writers' room spent a lot of time thinking about the actual social issues and politics that they invoked for aesthetic.

Usually this is where I'd say, "I wonder what the S&P notes looked like, and I wonder how many episodes they got screwed out of, because so much of this could have been fixed with a little more runtime." Sadly, based on the shit that keeps coming out of Christian Linke's mouth, I don't think we can blame the corporate office for this one. If Christian Linke is telling the truth and the show got all the episodes they wanted, my ever-present "TV writers keep getting screwed, so I have to analyze the finished product with the knowledge that the creators likely got fucked over" goodwill completely vanishes.

The problem really seems to be that the show was written by centrists with a fundamentally flawed understanding of class struggle, drug use, the drug trade, and the prison-industrial complex. It's not surprising, but it does disappoint me.

And while I'm thinking about it, why is Shimmer somehow both drinkable and injectable in seemingly the same form???? Drugs can absolutely come in different forms, but we see people drink the exact same type of shimmer that other people inject. You don't drink injectable drugs. Fuck's sake, this is Skooma levels of "the writers just threw every scary-sounding drug in a blender to make Scary Super Drugs without knowing anything about how real-world drugs work."

Also, if the Firelights' big thing is that they hate Silco Because Of Drugs, I really wanna know how the hell Ekko found that many straight-edge anarchists willing to build a secret compound together. Are they against all drugs, or just shimmer? Where's their line?

[saltminerising]

To anon abt rich players:

Hundreds of thousands of gems is out of most players' reach (including mine to be clear). They get it through some combination of the following:

- Extremely popular art shop, including digital art and skin/accent making. One run is 3500g profit usually. I've seen things run in batches of 100.

- Having an old account and being around for a long time, naturally accumulating wealth by buying and reselling items as they appreciate

- Once you've accumulated a bit of wealth, gambling it. Players do this buy mass hatching eggs in hopes of getting a favorable combo, buying huge amounts of roundsey tickets, or huge amounts of joxboxes (w/ fams like the bears and the luminous halo at times going for several kg). If you win a little, sell it and feed it back into gambling (this is as good advice as genuinely playing the lottery is).

- Grinding long hours in the coliseum for rare drops (boss drops, eggs, eliminates, etc) and exalting leveled fodder.

- Straight up buying the gems for thousands of dollars, called whaling.

- Off site trades. Did you obsess over neopets at age 6?

It's normal to not make any huge purchases in a few months of playing. It took me 3 years to give my progen Piebald (I was really slow). I'm in my 10th year of playing and the way I make money with basically 0 free time is by breeding dragons and instead of scrolling on Tumblr or Instagram, I'll battle a few rounds in the coliseum. If every time I wait for an elevator, a coffee, or a bus I'm leveling dragons, it adds up fast. It's also just, good to get away from social media.

In between hatching dragons and leveling (since they have to grow up), I stick them on the auction house for 15g. Most of them won't sell, but some of them will - you can use that to buy 3-4 fodder hatchlings on a good day. You've tripled your wealth.

Once a big dom battle happens, sell all your stored fodder on the Saturday before the push ends. I've sold dragons I hatched for 47kt/ea in a dom battle. I have 200 hibden slots. That's 10,000kg. Then I have a big spending spree and start all over again.

If you are in a flight (esp the bigger ones/ones most active in dom - plague, shadow, arcane, light) check your flight's discord. Ask about a program that hands out hibden items, trainers, food, or payment plans for lair slots. If they don't have what you need, switch flights (/lh) or kindly suggest it as something worthwhile. There are also people in general discord servers and in the "Raffles and Giveaways" forum who will help you.

Btw, if you go to page 2-5 of the Raffles and Giveaways forum and you see a bump raffle, enter it. It costs you nothing and you might win something. I do this once a month and I've gotten a ridiculous amount of free stuff.

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[acidakerizo-47]

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✨Welcome to my Tumblr blog u can call me Kyle!✨

Here i posting some stuff I'm drawing or interested (sometimes making reblogs)

My art tag: #kerizoart use it if you wanna see ONLY my arts without reblogs and other things I post!

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u can like and reblog my arts with any tags u want (please indicate my authorship)

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ask me about my Art-status (trade/commissions/collab)

ask me a questions about my ocs or fandom I'm in!!

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advertise or sell me something

use my art for AI development and NFT

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DNI: agressive anti-shippers/normies/darkshippers, toxicity/agression, unsolicited criticism, homophobic, transophobic, pedo, zoo, racism, sexism, DollEye/RN/TD fans. (also applies to my art)

thin ice: selfshippers oc x canon, Undertale fandom.

　　　🍒ABOUT ME🍒

my full nickname　DOCTOR KYLE MAXWELL　also this is a full name of my oc sona!

I'm already adult digital artist with medical education

pronounces he/him, INTJ, Demisexual and Panromantic, single

maybe PTSD and OCD (just for prevention)

mostly introvert and kindly person, I love and cute and creepy stuff (as u see my self-sona is really creepy)

my favourite Fandoms: Invader ZIM, OMORI, Sonic The Hedgehog, My Little Pony... and... I'll add later cuz i forgot lol but also I'm little creepypasta fan

my favourite ships: ZADR, Sunflower, Sonadow, TomTord, Soukoku (I'm supporter of "enemies to lovers" and "friends to lovers" dynamics only between characters who have reached the appropriate age canonical or via AU idea)

MY FANDOMS AU's:

• After Florpus | AF (soft ZADF>ZADR, soran_owl is co-author)

• After Florpus prologue | AFP (ZADE, canonical)

• "M𖣤THY" | IZ+OM𖣤RI crossover AU (soft ZADF/platonic ZADR, romantic drama)

• "Wingless Moth" | WM (soft ZADF>ZADR, romantic drama)

• 18+ Dib in Femboys BATTLE | DFB (ZADR/ZDMaGIR?, adult joke AU)

• "Rose tinted chains" | RTC/RC (PILOT ZADR, dark)

🌻 @soran-owl - my beloved son 🌻

little friendly for talking but I'm not so active in this cus I had a traumatized experience (but I'm not rude or smth like this don't be scared)

MEET ME AS A CHARACTER:

main actual reference

another one (child version)

Some of the information about my sona as a character DOES NOT COINCIDE with me as a real person don't take it too seriously please.

*if you feeling uncomfortable from my conent or myself please don't follow me and ignore or block in better case I'll treat you with understanding. I don't want and I don't like any conflicts...

anyway u can ask me any question u worried about me and I'll try to answer!

maybe it's all or not all I'll add something later if it will be necessary, thank you for reading i love you and wish you great day!🌸

[violetjedisylveon]

Can we know more about the dude that obsess over Wukong?

I get everything about him being a Wukong fling and now he just want to eat Wukong and other staff

Got me wondering HOW he become a fling with Wukong. Like what is he before he become Siren Hunter?

Also since he the ONLY person that about to make lbd uncomfordable do he ever like threat lbd or something? I mean he is pro in hunting siren do he know lbd is siren but more intrested in Wukong. Like make lbd the shushi if she didnt give him Wukong.

He started as a silly bit character that got more complicated from people's suggestions, so I didn't have any lore prepared or made for him, it's mostly come from what people suggest, it's a bit of a collaborative process, so I'll spout off some ideas and see what you all think!

And he got a name! @ainnur suggested Ling Li as his name so that's his name.

I'm thinking Li started as part of a siren hunter family, but one who wasn't too into it, sirens were hard to come by in his youth and he saw his family's singleminded focus on their one trade that was drying up as foolish stubborn people holding onto the past.

He sought to study a different field of work that would be able to provide for his family when the people paying them to hunt sirens got sick of them coming back empty handed. His family is very sea based and wouldn't want to move so he went into marine biology, specifically for marine mammals.

He started working at an aquarium in his 20s, and the aquarium had an area that was closer to the ocean for rehabbing animals meant for release, but something was sneaking in and stealing some of creatures, Li was put in charge of whoever was doing it, the aquarium assumed it was someone stealing the rare fish to sell.

Li discovered a siren sneaking into the pen and eating the fish, Li had been under the assumption that sirens were either extinct or they wised up and were staying away from land dwellers.

The siren attacked him, knocking him into the water and attempting to drown him, but he didn't go through with it, he stopped and returned him to the surface, threatening that if he ever told anyone about him he'd kill him, before swimming away.

Kinda like the story of Yuki Onna, but with a siren.

Li is confused about why the siren didn't kill him, his family always said they were ruthless man-eaters who never spared anyone, but one spared him so what's up.

This is where the obsession started.

He starts staking out the area he saw the siren, hoping to see him again and ask what was up.

He lures the siren back to him with some of the fish he was eating, and used the fish to get the siren to talk to him. Li asked the siren why he spared him, sirens don't spare anyone, Wukong was very offended at the siren slander Li grew up with and swiftly corrected him about sirens, and says he thought he was cute so he didn't kill him.

From there a whirlwind relationship started, Wukong was kinda using him to blow off steam from the stress of his position as the leader of his pod, destined to defeat the bone demon, and the trauma of both his moms being killed, he's dealing with a lot and Li is an uncomplicated, easy thing to pay some attention to for some time, just a bit of fun in his stressful life.

Li got in too deep to the relationship, he thought it was more than what it was, and when he started to get too serious about it for Wukong, he just left.

It was only a few years, pretty easy for Wukong to forget about, but not for Li.

He wanted to find Wukong again, so he went back to the family business of hunting sirens all to find him again. This is where the obsession got worse.

I explained here that he caught Wukong a couple decades after their relationship ended, and started demanding answers and getting too physical with him, Wukong didn't recognize him, he bit his hand off, and Li got a new robotic hand to continue hunting sirens with searching for Wukong.

He got obsessed with Wukong further, and sirens in general, and began more actively hunting them, he changed how his family hunted sirens to be better at it with the things he learned about them from Wukong.

He became the top hunter you went to if you wanted to get your hands on any siren meat or body parts, whether for fancy meals or for magic purposes.

A lot of the sirens he catches aren't ones from Wukong's pod, they know about him but they don't know him personally.

He's just really creepy and unsettling about Wukong, which is what creeped LBD out, he couldn't really hurt her if he tried, so he didn't try to threaten her. She's not actually scared of him.

Plus she's got a whole cult behind her who would absolutely murder him for hurting her, he's crazy not stupid.

He did know she was a siren, but he didn't give a shit about her he just wanted Wukong.

So that's what I've got for him, I'm open to more suggestions or ideas on him!