#Why yes i am a selective eater

[sobeksewerrat]

OKAY OKAY @cosmozzzz @cringelordofchaos @roryheart YOU GUYS WANTED ME TO INFODUMP ABOUT THE SILLY GUYS SO I WILL (w/o spoilers for the story and also their gach versions cuz why not) (imma split this up cuz I am tired and need to polish some.shit)

Huches:

This girlie <333

Full name: Huches Karkovedes

Species (yes species you will understand ina moment): Star-Eater, Luvusia Tribe.

Social Class on her home planet: Aristocratic

Gender: Transgirl (felt the need to specify that she is trans since it is a relevant plot point in her backstory)

Sexuality: Androsexual

Partner?: Gerses!

Special Abilities: Shape-shifting (artificial using device, not inherited)

Funfact: she absolutely hated sleeves unless they are jackets. Don't ask why. She just hates sleeves.

Simplified backstory: Huches was born as the only "son" to an aristocratic family on planet [UndecidedName]. Her family was part of the Luvusia Tribe but they distanced themselves from all of the traditions to suck up to Earth politicians and gave Huches an English first name and gave her a shape-shifting device to study on Earth (in this universe Earth is the central power).

Eventually, in one of her few holidays on her home planet, she is kinda forced to stay in the countryside and meets Kutuku and Gerses. A lot of shit goes down over the course of that holiday and she gets her trans-awakening and starts trying to reconnect with her culture (but she still feels very disconnected)

Gerses:

His gacha version sucks oml

Full name: Gerses Haunem

Species: Star-Eater, Teifuaa Tribe

Social Class: working class (though eventually he gets some privileges cuz rich sugar mommy girlfriend)

Gender: Non-binary (he/they)

Sexuality: unlabeled

Partner?: Huches!

Special Abilities: Shape-shifting (artificial)

Funfact: He is autistic! And also they like funky fashion and temporary tattoos (mainly cuz he ain't allowed to have permanent ones)

Simplified backstory:(tw//ableism, abuse) He is a very distant relative of Kutuku and his family was also struggling as a result of [SPOILER]. He was generally seen as useless because he couldn't help around his family's business and his mother usually berated him when he had breakdowns or anything (because he was undiagnosed for his entire childhood) which lead to him being selectively-mute.

Eventually, he starts befriending his distant cousin Kutuku and started dating Huches. Because of Ku's family (elaboration will be added) and Huches' shapeshifting device he was able to eventually go to Earth with them to study and his family stopped seeing him as useless because of that (he still hates them)

MARKO/MARKUS:

No gacha version he is the silly short guy with goblin ears

Full name: Marko Daniella (he likes being called Markus tho, Daniella isn't hid last name I going by the Egyptian naming system, only Huches uses her family name)

Species: Human-Rovan

[Not including a social class I only did for the other two due to the classist nature of their home planets WHICH WILL BE ELABORATED ON EVENTUALLY I SWEAR]

Gender: Questioning

Sexuality: achillean, asexual

Partner?: Taifuauu [he will be introduced later alongside Kutuku]

Special Abilities: Heat Vision (inherited, controlled), great hearing

Funfact: He is black albino, and he has a generally weak immune system and anaemia due to being a hybrid [he is my punching bag btw ilovehim]

Simplified Backstory: this shit cannot be simplified honestly I made him suffer too much

I wanted to introduce the 4ht character(Ashlene) aswell but I need to draw he other 4 (Kam, Ku, Tai and Jaida'a) before because the tie into her story a lot

Iwillinfodumpagaintomorrow

[ramenaddicted]

Nice and warm

synopsis: I cook soup for my man and reminisce about how we met, also recipe included.

an: So this little ditty is part of the @love-and-lore autumn self-ship collab, so if you are not into that feel free to skip this one.

The stage is set. My boyfriend won't know what hit him. I chuckle to myself as I continue to dice my yellow onions. The strong scent of onions stings my eyes and they start to water slightly. It’s September; that means soup season, and I aim to introduce different soups to my boyfriend through the fall and winter. My boyfriend is so picky. He only likes to eat foods that are easy to cook and easy to eat like chicken tenders and mac & cheese. There’s nothing wrong with those foods. I love a good bowl of mac & cheese every once in a while. However, I also like to get my daily intake of veggies so to increase his intake of veggies, I’m going full throttle.

As I finish chopping my onions, that’s when I start peeling and mincing my garlic. The delicious yet pungent aroma of garlic is a promise of the delicious soup that is to come. My kitchen is on the smaller side with its light green walls and the awkward color countertops. I have zero space so I have to mince all this garlic by hand. 

I turn my attention to a bowl of potatoes sitting in water, soaking and cleaning, the last of the prep for the heavy load of soup. With all of my fresh veggies neatly prepped and put into bowls, I start on the potatoes. Taking my peeler, I swiftly peel each of my potatoes and then cut them in halves. To make sure I don’t get early-onset arthritis, I bought a little gadget to help me easily dice my potatoes. I transfer them into a large bowl with cold fresh water to keep them all nice and white. 

I take a step back and marvel over my work. Wow! All of my items have been perfectly prepped, but now here comes the fun part: cooking! I decide to take out my beautiful butternut squash-colored Dutch oven and turn the fire up high on the stove.  As I feel a tiny bit of heat radiating from the pot itself, I layer the bottom half of the pot with bacon slices.

The bacon does its job and slowly cooks. I decided to take time out and measure my wet ingredients: 4 cups of chicken stock and 2 cups of milk. 

As the bacon slowly cooks, the scent radiates throughout the kitchen. It’s a wonderful smell. Hopefully, my boyfriend likes it. I had decided on a soup that was easy to make and very pleasing with the accouterments such as the bacon in the cheese.

Cooking bacon takes a while, especially when it’s still in its strip form and not chopped up like I should’ve done it. Still, who cares? As I slowly drift off into La La Land, the bottom of the pot with the bacon starts to turn brown. I am reminded why I am doing this. I'm doing this because I love my boyfriend and I want to eat soup; two birds. one stone.

My boyfriend and I have been dating for about two years. Within those two years, I found out so much about him; I know he’s a picky eater, a hard-core gamer, and I know he has a selective group of friends whom I affectionately call the ragamuffins or the little bastards. Anywho, when I first met my boyfriend, Tomura Shigaraki, I was a bit put off by him just because he didn’t traditionally approach me.  I was just minding my business when I heard a cheery feminine voice call out to me.

“Hey! You’re Yasmin, right?” A cheery voice called.

I turned around to see who was calling me. It was a short blonde girl wearing a dark hoodie and sneakers. I could feel an invisible pair of eyes staring at my dark skin from the shadows. A small chill ran down my back.

“Yes, who’s asking?” I balked at her question.

“So my friend over there likes you and would like to get to know you,” she stated while turning behind to point at a shadowy figure trying to conceal himself by a nearby tree.

The figure in question was a tall lanky man dressed in a dark hoodie and dark sweatpants. Blazing ruby red eyes with deep bags under his eyes, chapped lips, and the aura of an enraged Discord mod*.

“Why does he look like that?” I inquired while physically taking a step back. The man wasn’t even in my personal space and I felt like I was gonna get stabbed.

“He’s just shy,” she tried to assure me.

She was not doing a good job, plus with his intense staring, he was also shooting himself in the foot.

“Naw, I’m cool.”

Afterward, I got hounded by other people in his friend's circle. The blond girl introduced herself as Himiko Toga. We hung out more just because she was approachable and not stalking me from the shadows. A week after the informal meeting, I was approached by another man with tall dark spiky hair, turquoise, blue eyes, and a bad attitude: Dabi.

Dabi’s method of persuasion was terrible. He was more annoyed than anything as he tried listing off the non-redeemable qualities of his friend.

“Stop please,” I begged. As I would come to find out, Tomura truly has some odd friends. Dabi didn’t do a good job of painting Tomura in a good light. The heavily tattooed stranger emphasized the other was a hardcore gamer with mommy issues.

With friends like these, who needs enemies? I collected myself and turned away from Dabi.

“Listen here, if your friend wants to talk to me we can sit down at the campus coffee house and talk.” Dabi could feel my frustration as I spoke.

I turned on my heels and went in the opposite direction of the campus coffeehouse. “Otherwise I’m going to the campus police and reporting him for stalking!”

The scent of freshly ground espresso was a welcomed scent inside the coffee house. The campus coffee house was a nice and quaint place; pastries, coffees, and teas were their game, and serving espresso and other caffeinated delights was their cash cow.

The jingling of the bell alerted the barista to my presence. They greeted me warmly as I made my way to the counter to order. I ordered my usual – a London fog tea latte and a vanilla bean scone. After paying for my goods, I went to find a nice and secluded area for me and hopefully my stalker.

After my items were done, I quickly took them and sat at the very back of the cafe with a window seat. The coffee house doorbell jingled harshly as the perpetrator entered. Lo behold, it was my skrunkly stalker. Tomura was dressed in a gray hoodie and sweatpants. His hair at the time was blue-tinged. His striking red beady eyes stared straight at me. I waved him over, and he ran towards me like his life depended on it.

"So you want to tell me why you have been stalking me from the shadows?" I asked, cutting to the chase while sipping my latte.

The silence was deafening as I sipped on my latte loudly. The poor boy was sweating bullets while trying to concoct an answer.

"Because you smell nice," His answer stunned me as he continued to explain. 

"We have some connecting classes so when I sit behind or near you…I sniff your perfume." He admitted as his cheeks blushed a furious shade of red.

"That is so creepy."

The smell of cooked bacon pulls me from my daydream as I go to collect my bounty of cooked bacon. Swiftly picking the bacon strips out of the Dutch oven with my tongs, I put the bacon on a paper towel-clad plate and then turn the heat to low.

With the bacon secured, I quickly move on to building the soup base. Next, I add two tablespoons of butter, diced onions, and minced garlic. With those ingredients, the kitchen quickly becomes more fragrant and delicious. My onions cook down and are thoroughly translucent, and the garlic is browning in color: not burnt, but beige. 

I measure my liquids: chicken broth and heavy whipping cream. Then once the vegetables look nice and golden brown, I add half a cup of flour.

As much as Tomura’s friends would tease him about our initial courting, I wouldn’t have traded the experience for the world. After our impromptu date at the campus coffee house, Tomura went out of his way to talk to me. He still stalked me from the shadows but that kept the real creeps away from me. So a win is a win…I guess.

With the veg and flour mixture fully turned into liquid goodness via the six cups of chicken stock, I quickly add my chopped potatoes and herb mixture: rosemary, thyme, salt/pepper, and a couple of dashes of Montreal steak seasoning.

Keys jingling and the lock turning makes a smile spread across my face.

“Babe, I’m home,” Tomura calls as he waltzes into our shared apartment.

“I’m in the kitchen!” I yell.

“Smells good in here, what are we having for dinner?”

“Loaded potato soup.”

Slender arms wrap themselves around my waist and I feel slightly chapped lips kiss the side of my cheek. I giggle at the affection my boyfriend dotes on me in private. I tell him to go wash up and that dinner will be ready in a minute. I took the time to crumble up the cooked bacon for garnish. Along with shredded cheddar cheese, chopped green onions, and the crumbled bacon on top of the piping hot soup dinner is complete.

Once back, the table is already set, and the man of the hour is wearing his at-home sweater. Dressed in a white t-shirt with a black sweater with cream lining, it gives off an academic vibe.

“Someone looks fancy,” I tease.

“I can’t help it, it's comfortable,” he playfully pouts while taking his seat across from me.

I hand him his bowl of loaded potato soup. My gremlin doesn’t even set the steaming bowl on the table before he begins chowing down on the cheesy and bacony goodness. I laugh at his antics; the man is acting like this is the first time he'd ever had my cooking.

“What’s so funny?”

“You, acting like a starving kitten.”

He blushes furiously at my taunt and looks away from me before going back to eating his soup, this time less comically.

“I’m glad you like it though,” I beam at the praise. “I thought about you while making it.”

Tomura stops eating for a moment and looks at me. Carnelian eyes glow with amusement as he reaches out for my hand on the table.

“Yaz, I don’t care if you served me those abominations from the 50’s,” I giggle at his words. “I will treasure anything you make.”

He quickly stands the both of us up, and I point to his sweater.

“I didn’t make that, but I bought it for you.”

“Doesn't matter, this was bought with the intention of making me happy.”

“And warm,” I mock him.

“And warm,” he repeats.

[curse-04]

Written for @hinnyfest

Prompt 6: "You are speaking about my future Hisband/Wife. Be more respectful."

A/N: Remember that After the War Fic I talked about in Prompt 1? Yeah, this one's from that too. Again, it's not based on the prompt entirely, but it does fit the requirements.

It's an AU though, so keep that in mind while reading this.

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It was over.

After three years of hard work, duels, sleepless nights, and a lot of travelling, it was finally over. All the Death Eaters had been caught, Sebastian Greengrass being the last of them.

Harry and Ginny could finally be free now. She was free to pursue her career as a Quidditch player in the Holyhead Harpies, well, she would have to apply, try out, and then get selected first, but really, anyone would have to have been dropped on the head as a baby to not choose her.

He would be comfortable as a Professor, he thought. Being an Auror wasn't for those who wanted to start a family. Maybe he could have done well as a Hit Wizard, dealing with low level murders and robberies, but being an Auror wasn't for him anymore. He'd had his share of Dark Wizards thank you very much.

"You've got the resignation papers?" Ginny asked.

"Yes," Harry said absently, double checking to see if they had missed anything.

"I'll miss this," Ginny said, sighing. "Us working together."

"Yeah," Harry said. He'd miss it too, there was a different charm in working with her as he'd come to find out over the past few years. She'd been offered the Charms position at Hogwarts, but she wanted to be a Quidditch player, and as amazing as it would be to keep working with her, he would rather she fulfill her dreams first.

"I might take the Charms post if I don't make it," Ginny said, hugging him from behind.

"You'll make it," he said, turning around in her arms. "I'll train with you if you want."

She smiled into his chest. "You, my love, are a shit keeper," she pointed out.

"I am a decent Chaser, though," he said, not bothering to argue with her point. Even a baby could score a goal if Harry was the Keeper.

"True," she acknowledged. "Maybe we can kidnap Ron and make him practise Keeper with us."

He laughed. "Why do you always insist on kidnapping him instead of just asking?"

"He's my brother," she said, as though that explained everything. "Why else do you think?"

He just shook his head. Ron and Ginny's relationship wasn't something he'd understand anytime soon. One minute they were at each other's throats, the other saw them laughing like they were the closest siblings to have ever been born.

"Guess we should go," she said, letting him go.

"Yep," he replied, getting ready to stand up.

Just then, the door opened, and their boss, or rather, their ex-boss, walked in. "Potter, Weasley," Robards said. "I have a mission for you. Briefing is at five."

"Actually, we're quitting," Harry said, eager to get this over with. Really, if this wasn't a sign from Magic itself that they should quit, he didn't know what was.

"Sorry?" Robards asked, blinking.

"We're quitting," Ginny repeated. "We already told you, once the Death Eaters are caught, we're moving on to other things."

"Like what?" Robards asked, furrowing his brow.

"Gin's trying out for the Harpies, and I'm going to be the Defence Professor at Hogwarts," Harry replied stiffly.

Robards barked an incredulous laugh. "You're telling me that you're going to become a jock," he said, pointing at Ginny. "And you want to be a washed up Professor?" He asked, pointing at Harry.

"Careful there," Ginny said, an edge to her tone that sent shivers down even his spine. "You are speaking about my future husband. Be more respectful."

"Of course," Robards said mockingly, holding his hands up in defence. "I don't know what came over me. Have your letters at my desk before long. Honestly, it's a shame you're leaving, you could have been the best."

"Maybe," Harry said.

"But we wouldn't have been happy, that's for sure," Ginny continued.

"And what's the point of living if you aren't?" Harry asked rhetorically, handing Robards the papers as the man left.

"The nerve of him!" Ginny raged a moment after he left. Harry had already made sure to put up a good Silencing Charm.

"Thanks for that, by the way," Harry replied with a smile, while also trying to distract her from thoughts of Robards.

"For what?" She asked.

"The 'be more respectful' part," he said, smiling wider as Ginny blushed.

"It wasn't that much," she protested with an embarrassed laugh.

"It was to me," Harry said, placing his arms around her waist.

Ginny bit her lip. "Well, I know a way you can repay me," she said, placing her arms around his shoulders with a grin on her face.

"Oh?" He asked, leaning down with parted lips.

"Mhm," she said, kissing him and moving to whisper in his ear. "You can make me a chocolate cake when we get home."

With that, she pulled back and made her way out of the office- probably to say goodbye to the others like they'd planned before- as Harry just gaped after her with a smile. He caught up with her shortly after she left.

"Witch," he muttered, throwing an arm around her shoulders as she smiled.

"You're about to be married, love," she said, tutting at him disapprovingly. "Whatever would your wife think?"

"Oh she'd encourage this, I'm sure," he replied, shaking his head in amusement as she laughed.

Harry was suddenly struck with the thought that this was his life now- this banter with Ginny, Sunday Dinners at the Burrow after a Quidditch Game, Teddy… it was all his life, not someone else's like it felt to him all those years ago, and he couldn't help but pull her a little closer to him.

"Alright, love?" She asked as they were about to enter the Auror Headquarters.

He kissed the top of her head. "Never been better, Gin," he said, smiling at her. "Never been better."

[oss-punishment]

Chapter 9-Chrono Story; Scene 6

Original Sin Story: Punishment, pages 194-199

“—And that’s all that I know,” Lich said, bringing his story to a close.

There were many things that Nyoze wanted to ask about, but first and foremost—

“Elluka…She was alive!?”

“The woman you spoke of, and the sorceress that I witnessed…I don’t know if they’re the same person, but I am certain without a doubt that that was the name Held called her by.”

“Right, so there’s a chance that she’s someone else…Actually, the odds of that are probably higher than the alternative.”

“Why do you think that?”

“First, I verified Elluka’s dead body with my own eyes. That at least I’m sure of, she did die. Though naturally…maybe a god could bring her back to life…”

LeviaBehemo had enticed Kiril to the “Sin” using that as a pretext.

Only, that had been nothing more than a lure. It was somewhat doubtful that LeviaBehemo actually had the power to resurrect a dead person.

If they were able to do that, LeviaBehemo would have easily taken possession of the bodies of “Twins of God” a long time ago.

There was one other thing that didn’t coincide between the Elluka that Nyoze had known and the woman who’d appeared in Lich’s story.

“This ‘swap technique’…It’s a very high-grade spell. It’s said there’s hardly anyone who can use it. They would need to have a considerable amount of magical power—”

“You’re saying Elluka did not have that much power?”

“…I can’t say anything for certain. Her ability was high enough to make her suitable for queen. But from what I investigated during the queen selection process, I never found any indication anywhere that Elluka could use the ‘swap technique’.”

“It could be that your investigation wasn’t thorough enough. Is there a chance that she skillfully hid it from you?”

“You say that, but still—”

Now that the Magic Kingdom was destroyed, there was no way to know for certain.

There had indeed been rumors that the shrine maidens of Lighwatch would commune with Held.

But Elluka had given up being a shrine maiden, and in his research he had found no evidence that she had left the country at the time.

“It might be fastest just to meet with this sorceress directly…Lich, do you know where she is now?”

“I can only move about inside this forest. So it’s impossible for me to follow the whereabouts of anyone who leaves it.”

“I see…”

Speaking of people who had left the forest, he was also concerned about what became of those twins.

But of course, this too was something Lich didn’t know.

“Not if they’re alive, nor if they’re dead. …Though, now that they’ve already unleashed the ‘Demons of Deadly Sin’, there’s no point in you hunting those twins down and killing them, yes?”

“I…suppose so.”

“The ‘Demons of Deadly Sin’ will bring destruction…Assuming that your brother’s words are true, then it’s only rational that you should work to recover them, just like that sorceress.”

“Are you…okay with that? These ‘Demons of Deadly Sin’ are your friends, after all.”

“I have no memories. I’m not friend or foe to you. If you’re too discouraged to go on, that’s fine with me too. Even if you find the demons, recover them, and destroy them, then they’re just reaping what they sow.”

“…”

“Well, if a time ever comes where I leave here someday…I hope that it doesn’t result in me having to oppose you.”

Lich looked up.

A beautiful blue sky lay above them.

“Shall we bring this to a close now?” he uttered. “This is probably the first time I’ve ever spoken this long with a human. Most ordinary people tell each other that I’m mischievous, and so will run away from me out of fear.”

“Do the other animals really speak as you do? For example, that…bear that you mentioned in your story, Eater.”

“No. None of the older inhabitants of this forest can understand human speech, nor can they speak it themselves.”

“I see. I’d probably be able to get quite a lot of information if I were able to converse with them.”

“I would keep it to a minimum. Held isn’t as peaceful a being as humans imagine he is. If you pry too closely, you might incur his wrath.”

“I’ll bear that in mind, thank you.”

“Well then—farewell, human.”

At that, Lich flew off into the sky.

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………

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…Or, he was going to.

The black bird once more landed before Nyoze.

“What’s wrong? Did you forget something?” Nyoze asked.

“No…I have one last present to offer you, it seems.”

“…?”

“Or to be more specific, I suppose I should say it’s information. When I looked down from up in the sky just now…I happened to see her. That woman, walking through the forest.”

That woman—

He didn’t need to ask who.

.

It was Elluka Clockworker.

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[mystech-master]

Why I Defend Ragna the Bloodedge (Part 2)

Based on recent stuff I have seen I need to make a continuation of Part 1

I have seen a lot of Jin defense posts both here and on Reddit and now I feel the need to expand on my points.

Long Post Below

The real reason I am obsessed with Ragna, is this massive level of "Take it in the ass" that the story is enforcing.

Yes, life is hard and kicks your ass but find the little things that make it worth it. But how does Blazblue present that?

A lot of Ragna's friends and allies give him a lot of shit for very understandable reactions as I brought up before. And I doubt the few that are good to him would be enough to any other person. Tao is nice but she isn't really someone you can talk about your problems to. Ragna interacts with Noel a lot less than you'd think, Celica has a similar role to Noel as a "cute girl who smiles when you do good and will cry if you do bad" which is its own thing.

The other characters are assholes and Ragna is supposed to deal with it b/c they are superior and also the cute girl wants him to.

I don't believe that being a girl should be why someone cares about you. We are not all Sanji from One Piece. Being a girl doesn't mean you should be treated any better or worse than anyone else. It doesn't mean people should be coddling you, treating you with kid's gloves, or being worried that you're gonna cry (these people should be in their late teens to early 20s FFS). And before you say "BUT NOEL IS ACTUALLY 5!" No, she is chronologically 5 years old, but that doesn't mean she is literally a diaper baby. She is physically and mentally (or at least should be) around the same age as Makoto and Tsubaki, stop infantilizing her.

And I get it, there are sometimes assholes in life that you have to just deal with. Who hasn't had to deal with an asshole classmate, co-worker, work superior, or customer? But the difference here is that when we have to deal with those people, we have a life outside of that to look forward to. Friends and family who help even out the BS. A lot of these people are both the friends/family AND the BS that makes his life more difficult!!! 1-2 cute girls smiling should not make people being assholes to him okay, and just b/c he isn't responding with being calm, cool, and collected doesn't;t mean his feelings shouldn't;t be ignored.

As for the Jin part, I have been reevaluating what I think of their situation.

I have seen many people defending Jin, from a psychoanalysis someone did on Reddit where they do point out that Ragna did show favoritism towards Saya in their youth and that gave him issues. As well as someone saying that the Church scene in CF wouldn't be where they work out their issues due to complexity.

Let me break down what I know about Jin's development in the series.

Same as Ragna, raised in a lab where he was experimented on, but he had his big bro to protect him, saved by Jubei and brought to the Sister's Church where they were raised in the middle of nowhere. Ragna pays more attention to Saya which breeds resentment.

Terumi tells Saya to give Jin Yukianesa which he uses to break the protective barrier around the land and Yukianesa (also the Power of Order and Terumi's Mind Eater) makes him kill Ragna. I forgive Jin for this because he is a kid with like 3 superpowers forcing him to do this so I don't hold this against him.

He is then adopted by the Kisaragi Clan where he becomes a prodigy but also is hated by his new adoptive family and assassins are sent after him. This barely comes up and I kind of view it the same way I view the whole "Tsubaki being inbred" thing: just edgy background fluff to make the characters sound more tragic. He is nice to some people but again I can't tell how much of this is a lie considering his inner asshole comes in. Tsubaki just makes it seem like he can be nice but he's just being a selective asshole about it (and I have said that it just feels like their ship just exists to give Jin SOME morality, and I have seen some other people have said that their ship feels like 2 homosexuals being forced into a hetero-ship).

He fights in the Ikaruga Civil War and apparently based on the novel he resists Yukianesa's urge to murder everyone (even though Jin at this point in his development has no reason to give a fuck, I feel like they had Jin's CP-CF development in mind when they were writing this and if KAGURA can say he killed people we can believe Jin did), he kills Lord Tenjo but realizes some truth before Terumi mind wipes him. Apparently, him losing this memory and being branded a war hero upsets him, but IDK if he is upset about the past memories b/c "I did something wrong and I care" or f it'd be something more like "Grrrr, my pride". Or maybe I am missing something

He gets the position of Major with Noel as his secretary, and he is kind of shit. Like I said before, skipping meetings and not doing paperwork, as well as treating Saya like ass just because she LOOKS like the little sister that got preferential treatment. And unless he has the anime-6th sense that tells him the plot that everyone but Ragna has, as far as he knows this is just a stranger that LOOKS like Saya.

He gets notice of Ragna the Bloodedge destroying NOL bases and he then goes after him, not out of duty to the NOL, but b/c Yukianesa makes him REALLY want to murder him. Ragna kicks his ass and he is hauled off to be treated when Hazama and Noel find him. He still goes to try to find Ragna while resisting Yukianesa AND the Power of Order (which basically exists to say "You must fight Ragna b/c you are Shonen Rivals") while saying that he must kill Ragna to save him b/c of his suffering, which IDK HOW he'd jump to that conclusion when he's barely talked to him at this point, if AT ALL.

He fights Tsubaki who tries to get him to come back to the NOL, where he then talks about all the corruption and how much they suck, trying to give a moral high ground to him where he was aware of all of it but he never did anything about it, and he basically rejects Tsubaki so hard she becomes a Sith Lord.

He and Ragna fight again with Ragna telling him to not let the sword control him. They put aside their differences and fight Mu-12. Then after Izanami makes her grand entrance, Jin reveals that Saya gave him Izanami after Ragna reveals that THIS is Saya.

He then goes to train with Jubei to master the Power of Order so he can save Tsubaki from the Imperator's Mind Control. He saves Tsubaki by using the Power of Order to resist the Immortal Breaker (even though it feels like that shouldn't matter sense the Immortal Breaker isn't just "So strong it can kill Immortals", it "Makes them Observe their own Death" so it can only kill Observers,, basically it could kill Schrodinger-Alucard from Hellsing. I mean it is still a big ass Pike so him using the PoO to basically pull a Guts and survive would make sense, but needing to use it's IB function isn't necesary.

He then just sticks around, even though he said he was only there for Tsubaki b/c he has nothing better to do. He fights Ragna after he goes berserk in the ending and gets so fucked up that not even Celica can heal him.

CF is hard b/c a LOT of it is exposition and outside of the big shit (everything around fighting Nine to the Church to Izanami to Susanoo) I have a HARD time remembering the finer details of this.

Jin tells Tsubaki about his backstory before the Kisaragi's and that Ragna is his brother, Tsubaki says he shouldn't kill Ragna since he is his brother, and she wants to take up that burden (even though it'll never happen). In the Arcade mode, he defends Noel, saying that "What good is saving the world if we sacrifice the lives in it", while still saying he'll kill Ragna.

Then the Church scene. I believe that this, THIS, is where Ragna and Jin should've dropped the exposition and talked about their situation like actual people. Give us some development and closure for this and not just say "They have been fighting and arguing all this time but it's okay b/c they're brothers". But no, apparently their issues are too complicated to be solved like that.

Then why have I been watching this?

Why give me this plot point and NEVER GO ANYWHERE WITH IT!? Once CP comes around and everyone is being forced to focus on the big plot, none of the interpersonal conflicts come into play. the 3 Power of Order guys wanting to kill Ragna, Ragna and Jin's messed up family situation, Noel being a friend of Ragna and well as being a clone of his sister and how that'll reflect her relationship with Tsubaki, Celica being Ragna's greatest supporter vs Tsubaki hating him for existing. All interesting inter-personal conflicts that either don't exist b/c Rachel/Kagura/Kokonoe have to pull everyone into "Main Plot" mode, or when/if they ARE acknowledged it is just an excuse for every Arcade/Story Mode fight o have some Big Climactic Story Moment but it never actually GOES anywhere.

Jin is the Power of Order meant to kill Ragna, it BARELy comes up b/c once CP comes along they are focusing on the bigger threat and Ragna is erased at the end anyway. Making that whole role seem meaningless and just exists to make them fight for fighting game reasons.

A last-minute hug between them doesn't make all the BS before between Ragna and Jin okay. It just makes it feel like they are saying that "Being family is a get-out-of-jail-Free card for being a total asshole". Yeah, they are probably just expecting us to exaggerate the usual Sibling Drama for this, but with all the other BS in this franchise. When are we supposed to view it literally/seriously, and when are we supposed to see it as "dumb/crazy/quirky/edgy anime BS"?

I am probably missing a LOT of details about Jin and maybe misinterpreting information that I haven't seen in a LONG while here, but I do kind of hyper-focus on Ragna b/c his status of the Butt-Monkey and how HARD it goes is just more compelling than "Jin is an asshole but everyone is cool with it". Just goes to show what parts of the story have stuck with me all these years.

It's not that I don't want there to be internal conflict in the/a story. Conflict from the villains is to be expected (which is why I don't rage at the villains as hard, they are VILLAINS doing what VILLAINS do) but inter-personal conflicts between the cast members I expect to be dealt with via proper development.

EVERYONE will Defend Jin b/c he has the more apparent/obvious tragedy, and Noel b/c she's a cute girl. But Ragna is the "man up and power through it" protagonist so we just expect him to take it in the ass b/c powering through adversity is the way of the protagonist.

But THIS is TOO MUCH!

BlazBlue has made me question a LOT of things in the past 5-6 years:

What people are worth respecting/defending?

How much is "doing good for the sake of doing good" actually worth it?

Is being "Worth it" enough, or should things be better? WHY can't they be better?

Why do we love/care about Family, and how far should familial love go?

Should there ever be such a thing as unconditional love?

Why would anyone want an anime-style friendship where you do nothing but argue/fight/insult each other but then have to wait for some big crisis for them to show they care?

Does caring about someone give you permission to treat them badly?

Where is the line between bad behavior that you just need to accept/deal with, and the behavior that you need to stop?

Do you need to be calm, cool, and collected all the time for your opinions/feelings to matter?

If someone isn't having fun or joining in on the silliness, should you get on their case about it?

and a lot more I can't think of right now

I might just be a stupid westerner/American who doesn't have the collective "respect the status quo/the whole" deal that Japanime land has, and I can see where it comes from. But it just goes way too far in this case.

It has almost ruined other franchises for me b/c I am now judging every relationship between the characters in a similar way I view this..

I have a lot of AUs/Crossover ideas in mind where I just turn Ragna into the most OP guy ever and have him question his bonds with everyone because I want to give this guy the higher ground for once. Yeah, it might go against the point of Ragna's character, but the o.g. point was presented horribly and it sucks ass. But I have been entertaining the idea of it not ending horribly, but I NEED a better understanding of all the other characters and how they can be better as well. B/c as they are now, unless you LIKE seeing everyone argue or having people be annoyed, it is just too much.

[zawazawanightmares]

Elizabeth Liones & Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge

You, Elizabeth Liones, are connected to Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge Your partner selected the 18+ server. Your partner has a starter. Type /starter or tap here to see it.

Elizabeth Liones: /starter

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: https://imgur.com/a/zBTR92L

Elizabeth Liones: Oh, hello!

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: Hello there.

Elizabeth Liones: How are you? Are you some type of knight?

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "I'm well. Yes, in fact; albeit not a typical one."

Elizabeth Liones: "Not a typical one..." Elizabeth wracked her brain for a bit. "I mean...your weapons seem to be a part of you?"

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "That they are." Her blades shift into a fiery pair of hands, and then return to their blade shapes again. "Manipulatable, as well."

Elizabeth Liones: "Oh, how interesting!" Elizabeth's eyes seemed to sparkle. "What Magical Power is that?"

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "It's one of the advantages of being a...spirit, I suppose." She replied, her blades shifting back to hands for the time being.

Elizabeth Liones: "You're a spirit?" She tentatively reached out to touch the Ceruledge's helmet with her finger. "But you feel...physical?"

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Mhm." She nodded. "It's what allows me to actually serve my duties as a knight."

Elizabeth Liones: "Ah, I didn't ask! I apologize. Who do you serve?"

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Myself." She answered proudly, closing her eyes.

Elizabeth Liones: "Yourself? Oh! You're an errant?" She asked.

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: She nods once more. "Following a hierarchy...I suppose it's just not my thing. That, or maybe it's the money split. Either way; not my style."

Elizabeth Liones: "I see...I suppose not everyone likes taking orders!" Elizabeth noted with a smile.

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Mhm. Now, as for yourself?"

Elizabeth Liones: "Oh, I am just a traveler. Well, I used to work as a waitress but I now I travel with other people! Right now, I'm just by myself to search for some herbs for a party member. She happens to be a picky eater..."

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "That's at least a little more interesting than being a waitress. Do you need help?"

Elizabeth Liones: "Not at all! I don't mind if you join me though."

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Mm...I think I'd like that. Even if just for a bit." She nodded. "I'm Pandora, by the way."

Elizabeth Liones: "My name is Elizabeth! Elizabeth Liones." She smiled warmly at Pandora. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Pandora."

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Liones." She brought a hand to her chest, respectfully bowing. "What kind of herb are you searching for?"

Elizabeth Liones: "A special one with the scientific name of Chlorophytum borivilianum...otherwise known as Musli."

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Ah...and what for, exactly?" Pandora asks, looking around the area.

Elizabeth Liones: "She says that it brings a certain "spice" to her meals. I don't know why she doesn't just use the spices we have though. It's supposed to look like a bunch of lillies grouped together." Elizabeth looked with her.

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Curious indeed...I couldn't imagine being such a meticulous cook." She folds her arms, staring out.

Elizabeth Liones: Elizabeth giggled. "Merlin tends to pay attention to a lot of things most don't. Oh! That looks like it." Elizabeth pointed at a herb grouping resembling her description.

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: Pandora walked up to the group of herbs and bent over, looking down at them. She squints, before standing up straight. "...I wouldn't be able to tell, to be honest. But I trust your judgement." She chuckled.

Elizabeth Liones: "I'll get them!" Elizabeth went over to pluck a grouping, accidentally inhaling a mysterious powder. "That wasn't so hard!"

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: She stood up straight. "Would you like a safe escort back, while I'm here?" Pandora offered.

Elizabeth Liones: "I don't want to trouble---" Elizabeth began to decline kindly before something halted her. "A-actually, I would prefer if you were to help me with a different issue...?"

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Of course I can; what's the problem?" She asks boldly, standing tall and proud.

Elizabeth Liones: Looking flustered, Elizabeth tore open the top of her shirt, baring her breasts for Pandora to gaze upon. "A sudden...desire has come over me. I need your help in curbing it..."

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: Her eyes widened from the sight of Elizabeth's breasts, her cheeks glowing a soft purple. "--A-ah?" She stuttered out, staring. After some thought, Pandora blushes brighter. "I can certainly help, Liones...~"

Elizabeth Liones: "You mean it? It's no trouble?" Elizabeth slowly approached her. "Because I don't know how hard I need to be treated...for my aliment."

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: Pandora held the girl's hips, looking down into her eyes. "I think I have a clue...go on; feel it."

Elizabeth Liones: Elizabeth kept her eyes on the Ceruledge's eyes, her hands reaching down to grope her member. "Oh...oh my..." She held eye contact as she began to slowly stroke it with her soft hands.

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Ah..." She briefly closed her eyes, freezing up as Elizabeth began to stroke her surprisingly thick member...how did she even hide that thing before now? "Yes...I think...I know what will surely cure it.~"

Elizabeth Liones: "Would it bother you if I were to...taste it? To make sure that it can properly treat me?" Elizabeth gave her a pleading look, hoping she wasn't coming off as too rude.

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Of course not; the least I could do is ensure you're no longer afflicted." She gave Elizabeth a gaze, as though...she were smiling, somehow?

Elizabeth Liones: Elizabeth gave a small smile back as she knelt down, looking up as she swirled her tongue around Pandora's tip before sucking on it. Soon, she began to take more and more of the shaft into her mouth...

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Mnnh..." Pandora hummed, closing her eyes as she put one of her ghostly hands against Elizabeth's head, feeling her tongue swirl around the tip of that surprisingly big length...

Elizabeth Liones: Elizabeth began to bob her head on the Ceruledge's cock, managing to take her like a pro. Eventually, she pulled away only to place the shaft in between her sizeable chest and stroke her off with them, sucking the unprotected tip as she did so.

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Mmf...unnh...~" She let out a soft, sultry moan as the woman continued bobbing her head further down her shaft, only to pull back and begin jerking Pandora's futa cock with her warm, soft bust. "A-aah...~" She let out an uncontrolled moan, her eyes rolling up. "Ohhhh...t-this is truly divine..."

Elizabeth Liones: Elizabeth continued for a few minutes, only pulling away to pull up her skirt and pull down her underwear. "I apologize for my selfishness but I can't bear it any longer! Please..." She leaned back, spreading her wet pussy for the knight. "Assist me..."

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Mmmf...~" She moaned, muffled by the apparent existence of a lip to bite, watching as Elizabeth pulled away...only to expose her dripping wet pussy to the futa knight. "...Ah...yes, of course...!~" All too happy to oblige, she knelt in front of Elizabeth, quickly sinking her thick fuckstick into Elizabeth's pussy, gasping. "Haah..."

Elizabeth Liones: "So big...!" Elizabeth whined as she felt herself getting stretched. When she had adjusted, she wrapped her legs around Pandora to keep her "trapped" in. "Pandora..." She said in a breathless voice.

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: With the woman's legs crossed and locked behind her back, Pandora leaned down close to Elizabeth, their massive busts squished together as she rocked her hips against Elizabeth. "Hahhnn~...Liones...n-no, Elizabeth..." She huffed, thrusting inch after inch of her thick cock deeper inside of the woman's cunt.

Elizabeth Liones: Elizabeth soon began to clawed at the spirit's back, her moans echoing throughout the forest as their nipples rubbed up against each. "Oh Pandora! I'm going to...to...!"

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Haahh, yes! Do it, so that it's...easier...!" She insisted, putting her hands on Elizabeth's shoulders as she thrusted that massive cock deep inside of the woman.

Elizabeth Liones: Elizabeth whined as she tightened on the Ceruledge before letting out a sultry groan as she came hard, gripping onto Pandora as she saw stars in her eyes...

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: Her juices slathered Pandora's massive cock, allowing for much slicker entry; making much wetter, lewder 'shlap' noises as Pandora began hammering her beautiful, thick thighs against Elizabeth's. "Ohnnn~, Elizabeth...! YEs, that's it! It's so much easier now, I'm reaching your womb!~" She cried out in a moan, each thrust having her thighs deeply press against the woman's, over and over.

Elizabeth Liones: "I will gladly bear your child if you let it out inside of me!" Elizabeth honestly believed that she would say that to only one other person in her life but that herb...it had brought something hidden out of her...

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: "Y-yes! I...aauhn~...yes, Elizabeth...!~" Pandora moaned lovingly, lewd fwaps ringing out into the forest as she ruthlessly mating presses Elizabeth into the ground, suddenly stopping with her thighs pressed deep into the woman, blowing a fat, hot load of spectral nut sludge inside of Elizabeth's womb, bloating her stomach to its maximum. "Carry our children!~"

Elizabeth Liones: Elizabeth let out a satisfied sigh, glistening with sweat as she panted beneath Pandora. "Thank you, my knight..."

Busty Thicc Futa Ceruledge: After pumping Elizabeth full of thick, virile semen, the Ceruledge laid atop her, panting, having happily stuffed Elizabeth's fertile womb with lots of her gooey futa cum. "Mmnhah...hnnahh...oh, Elizabeth...it's...my pleasure...~"

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[academyguide]

Take this scenario. You are my Fitness coach, and I am your client, I have a life-threatening problem, I weigh 300 pounds and that weight is rising. I have identified that a major part of the problem lies in the fact that I adore chocolates and have built up a habit over 10 years of eating one box a day. I come to you my good coach and ask you to help me. I ask you for something I can eat three times a day that will build up in my brain and create an appropriate positive pattern that will improve my life. You agree. You consider the major positive styles and approaches, select the best and give me an ideal formula that will save my life. Immediately after our meeting I go home and enter my living room, and there ‘starring ‘at me is a two-pound box of best-assorted Swiss chocolates, what do you, dear coach, think I will do? (a) Not even be tempted because of my new resolution (b) Be attempted but not eat any (c) Be attempted but only eat one (d) Be tempted but only eat a few (e) Be tempted and eat most of them (f) Eat the lot The answer is …… The answer is I will probably eat the lot. why? For 10 years I have been hard training myself to become an Olympic chocolate eater. I have surrounded myself both (outside and inside) with chocolates. I have had tens of millions of thoughts about chocolates. In fact, for 10 years, I have been building up a giant habit in my brain. It is known as a BBH – a BIG BAD HABIT. I have to you asking for help, having decided that I need to change. Is my decision a thought? Obviously, ‘yes’ and again is that thought real? Again, obviously ‘yes’ That means by deciding to change and coming to you, I have actually developed a new pattern of thought in my brain a new probability for behavior. But look at what happened the moment I stared at the chocolates. My Big Bad Habit has been enormous in size for 10 good years. And then along comes a new thought much like a tiny newly spawned fish. A minuscule new habit that attempts to take on the Olympic BBH. No chance! So, I eat the entire box, and just after having finished, remember that I had decided to change, thinking about this in the context of having just demolished an entire two-pound box, how will I feel? Jot down the first three thoughts that come to you. In my NEXT article, you will learn how to create correct thinking formula that will help you create GOOD NEW HABIT and achieve your FITNESS goals Source link

[britomartfanclub]

More Like Red Disgusting, Am I Right?

Personally, I think that apples are just an okay fruit. I’d prefer a bright watermelon whose flesh is encroaching on pure red; a deep crimson strawberry that will drip onto my shirt no matter how careful I am; a pale, juicy honeydew whose green hue is merely a memory, replaced by a flavor I can only describe as divine.

Humans in general, however, seem to love apples. Why else would we grow over 7,500 varieties of them? (“Varieties–Apple”). Maybe you have a preference for the Gala apple, blushing pink and yellow, as sweet on the tongue as a lover’s words to his lady. Perhaps the Granny Smith is your ideal fruit. Shining green, her sourness is perfect for baking or for leaving a tart reminder of her presence on your lips. There is the gleaming Golden Delicious, the heavenly Honeycrisp, the irresistible Envy–countless apple cultivars, all of whom are worthy to have their praises sung. 

All apples, but for one. 

There is one apple that has become a mockery of its own name. The Red Delicious, the bane of all cafeteria-goers, is most certainly not delicious. Bitter and waxy, mealy in texture, and disappointingly bland, this apple was the lead on the US market for over 50 years (Keenan). Red Delicious was only recently overtaken by Gala, but it makes me ask the question, “Why was the Red Delicious so popular in the first place if it tastes so bad?”

Originally named the “Hawkeye,” the Red Delicious has been around since the 1870s. The sweet flavor and yellow stripes it originally possessed, however, would make it unidentifiable to apple-eaters today. About halfway into the cultivar’s lifetime, in the 1950s, some of these Red Delicious apples began to eschew their yellow stripes in favor of a uniform bright red (Hurt). This new bright red was beautiful! Not only that–it was marketable! In a time when Americans were beginning to buy the majority of their food in grocery stores, presentation became one of the most important factors in selling products. 

Desiring to get their products off shelves and into the homes of hungry Americans (and money into their pockets in return), apple growers began selecting Red Delicious apples with that new, consistent red color. Apples were also selected with thicker skin, ideal for transporting long distances on trains and sitting in grocery stores–they would last much longer (Keenan). Unfortunately, as all consumers of the Red Delicious know, thick-skinned apples are not great in terms of “mouth-feel.” At least that’s the only thing that went wrong! Changing the color of the apples can’t change the taste. 

At least, you would think an apple’s color has nothing to do with its taste. Yes, a brown apple is probably rotten and will taste like Victor Hugo’s description of the Paris sewers, but if the apple is sufficiently ripe, it would seem that one apple of the same cultivar being slightly more red or yellow than another should not matter in terms of sweetness. Genes, however, tell another story. The chromosome in Red Delicious apples that coded for yellow stripes–that same chromosome that growers began selecting against as apples began growing without those stripes–was also key in coding for the apple’s sweet, and eponymously “delicious,” taste. The apples looked beautiful–more beautiful than an apple might ever have looked. The taste, however, changed for the worse as the apple’s looks changed for the better. The Dorian Gray of apples, the Red Delicious became the cultivar that haunts school children and trashcans–alluring and aesthetic on the outside, but a dirty disappointment within. 

A friend of mine, A, insists that the fruit Adam and Eve ate from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was a tomato. “If Adam and Eve and the Serpent were cursed, wouldn’t the fruit be, too?” she insists. “It’s not done on the inside.” The Fall of Man being initiated by a tomato is technically possible, as much as I despise the concept. Adam and Eve, motivated by gain, made a choice that they thought was better than God’s. Whether apple, tomato, or some other fruit, they ate from the Tree in the Garden of Eden because they thought they deserved something more. Their greed, and their pride, were their downfall. 

The Fall of the Red Delicious, in incredibly parallel circumstances, was most certainly caused by Man. Humans, motivated by gain, began making choices that they deemed best. These choices even were good, at first. The Red Delicious topped the apple market for fifty years! But her borrowed reign has come to an end. In 2000, “President Clinton signed the biggest bailout in the history of the apple industry, after the government reported that apple growers had lost $760 million in the last three years” (Higgins). The Red Delicious has fallen to the point that no one will buy it. No one will eat it. Now, people are shying away from growing it as it has changed its reputation from a “mortgage lifter” (Keenan) to a mortal wound suffered by the United States’s apple industry. A fruit that was done on the inside now is no longer.

Does any drop of salitter, some divine essence, still reside within the shell of an apple that the Red Delicious has become? If God is the God I believe he is–the God who clothes the lilies in beauty and splendor, the God who feeds every sparrow, the God who cares so much about little details, even when humans mess them up–then I believe that there is something in the Red Delicious that is still, inherently, good. For all I know, the Red Delicious’s God-given purpose is not as an apple but as an edification, to instruct the soul on how and why to withstand greed and pride. 

Do apples have a form they “ought” to take? God created humanity with perfection. Certainly, he did not have a cautionary tale in mind when he created apples. Then again, he did not have sin in mind when he created humans, but he did find a way to restore them to their perfection, to restore his relationship with them–with us.

A blanket of white stars lies across the wine-dark skin of a Cosmic Crisp apple. Is this thing of beauty really what it appears to be? “The Apple of Big Dreams” invites consumers to “Imagine the Possibilities” (Jarvis). Where Red Delicious has become “an obsolete apple,” Cosmic Crisp promises to revitalize the US apple industry with a fruit that is both durable and delicious–for real this time. Cosmic Crisp has everything growers could want from an apple: long shelf life, beautiful and consistent color, resistance to disease, and a clear, acidic, richly sweet taste. If there is really an ideal forn for apples, Cosmic Crisp is the closest humanity might ever get. 

Yearning to restore his relationship with humanity, God sent his son to Earth. Jesus did not merely endure his experience among the Red Delicious equivalents that humanity had become, but he loved them. He saw what they could be, what they truly were–Jesus saw the Cosmic Crisp hidden away at the center of our souls, waiting to be released so that we could reveal our true, beautiful selves, evocative of the Garden of Eden. 

In this “moving backward to reclaim the Edenic form” (M.), I wonder about all the little kids that will never have the misfortune to taste a Red Delicious. Would they even believe that an apple could taste bad? A Cosmic Crisp could not even seem as tasty without that experience. “Such duality seems so suitable… And if duality disappears from the earth, what is left but undifferentiated unity? And how can there be change then – growth and destruction, the two sides of everything interesting?” (Harbeck). God’s grace is so much sweeter because we remember our faults. The Cosmic Crisp is so much sweeter because of the failure of the Red Delicious.

Works Cited

Harbeck, James. “salitter.” Sesquiotica. https://sesquiotic.com/2012/04/09/salitter/ 

Higgins, Adrian. “Why the Red Delicious No Longer Is.” New York Times. https://web.archive.org/web/20180824070017/https://www.nytimes.com/2000/11/04/us/perfect-apple-pushed-growers-into-debt.html

Hurt, Jeanette. “This Is Why Red Delicious Apples Suck So Hard.” Huff Post. https://www.huffpost.com/entry/red-delicious-apples-suck_n_5b630199e4b0b15abaa061af

Jarvis, Brooke. “The Launch.” California Sunday. https://story.californiasunday.com/cosmic-crisp-apple-launch/

Keenan, Katherine. “Red Delicious Apples Weren’t Always Horrible.” New England. https://newengland.com/food/red-delicious-apple/

M., J. Personal communication. 2 March 2024.

“Varieties–Apple.” WSU.edu https://treefruit.wsu.edu/web-article/apple-varieties/

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

Cryptid!Yuu

I'm just here to mix-and-match different kinds of Yuus with different kinds of personalities to see what monstrosity I can make. That being said,,, Cryptid!Yuu brainrot!

So, as it says on the title, Cryptid!Yuu.

Or something similar to it anyway.

I want Yuu to be the beloved local school cryptid.

Like, everyone knows of them, the entire school knows they exist.

Sure they’re kind of weird but they’re pretty harmless and have a certain charm to them.

They’re like the known secret that everyone in school knows about but won’t speak out loud because people love secrets and they also love to be part of something.

So, yeah, RSA won’t know about them for a long time and if they do, it’s only a select few.

Cryptid!Yuu just showed up in the entrance ceremony and they practically got called soulless by a talking mirror, had to witness Grim and the fire incident, got set on fire which oddly enough didn’t hurt them, found out their world apparently doesn’t exist, all within a few minutes between each other.

Meanwhile Yuu’s just :T

Of course once those things passed, Yuu gets Ramshackle dorm, Grim becomes their roommate and now they get to live their cryptic ways freely.

There was also that incident where Ace and Grim were fighting and almost burnt the statue of the Queen of Hearts.

Both Grim and Ace look at the statue in horror, thinking it got charred because of them, only to see Yuu standing in front of it and swallowing something.

Wait a minute…

Did… Did they just eat the fire?

“Spicy.” was the only thing Yuu said before going back to cleaning.

After the Dwarf’s Mine event, the single braincell group was born but of course this doesn’t prevent Yuu from being any less weird.

Grim’s confused as to why everyone thinks Yuu’s an enigma since he lives with them and got used to their odd antics.

Obviously he thinks Yuu being a gremlin cryptid was a normal behavior from them.       

Someone: “No, it’s not normal Grim. Also, please continue your story and tell us what Yuu was doing sticking on the ceiling without falling like some kind of demented lizard, in the dark, at 3 am.”   Grim: shrugs “I dunno. You humans are weird.”   Someone: “I’m pretty sure that’s just Yuu but aight.”  

Yuu terrorizes Cater’s photos by appearing in every single one of it, just hidden somewhere in the background.

This happened a lot of times that Cater’s fans find it hard not to notice them.

Now his fans just treat it as a game of Where’s Waldo.

Yuu’s just in the background vibing and always facing the camera.

Despite Cater’s professional experience with the camera, Yuu in the pictures just ain’t it.

They’re always either blurry, distorted, or something’s covering the majority of their body.

One time Azul found Yuu swimming inside Mostro Lounge’s aquarium just as they were closing down.

He had Jade and Floyd fish them out there.

How long had they been in there without anyone noticing anyway??? How did they even get inside there???

Also, Yuu will eat anything.

Yes, even the black stones Grim eats if only Grim didn’t beat them to it first all of the time.

They ate the mushrooms Jade gave to Floyd who then gave it to them one time and since then they’ve become Floyd’s mushroom eater.

Man, that somehow sounds weird to read…

You know what’s weirder?

Yuu eating Lilia’s food without dying.

And them liking it.

Lilia is happy enough to feed them.

The others just watch at the side, horrified.

Speaking of feeding someone, Yuu appears every time Trey’s making food.

It’s hard not to notice them especially when Trey can feel their eyes staring daggers at him.

Of course he gives them some of whatever he made.

He likes it when their face lights up because of his food. It makes him want to pat their head.

 Although he would probably appreciate it if they used the door like a normal person instead of falling down from the ceiling and going out the window.

Meanwhile, Ruggie’s happy he’s mysteriously finding food at places he frequents or passes by.

Of course Yuu eats some of Trey’s treats, majority just goes to Ruggie.

Someone might or might also not have seen Cryptid!Yuu giving Malleus a piggy back ride but no one’s sure since the others are too scared to ask Malleus and no one can really catch Yuu long enough to ask them any question.

Malleus calls Yuu “Child of Mystery”.

Witness report also states that students have seen Cryptid!Yuu flopped over Leona’s sleeping form multiple times with Leona just grumbling grumpily and pushing them off him.

Yuu has also done this with Silver except he doesn’t push them off cause he’s not grumpy.

Also, Cryptid!Yuu can accurately pinpoint where Rook is even when he’s hiding.

Just,,, Yuu staring far off in the distance and their friends think they’re just in a daze.

Just Yuu being Yuu.

Oh no, they’re actually just staring and making eye contact with Rook.

Yuu doesn’t really appear much in class.

They attend for the quizzes and tests but other than those, they’re missing.

No one knows what they’re doing in those times.

If they want Yuu to attend classes, Jack would have to physically carry them there and Yuu will let him.

No promises on them staying tho.

So the ones who get in trouble are usually the braincell group.

Yuu just conveniently appears every time someone overblots and disappears soon after.

Whoever overblotted suddenly gets a handmade plushie and a tray of warm cookies with an encouraging note in their bedroom when they get back to their dorm.

There’s no indication of where it comes from but they already know it came from Yuu.

Local overblot percentage rises by 85% because others also want handmade plushies and cookies.

NRC is protective of Yuu because, “They’re our school cryptid! Back off RSA, get your own!”

One time, the others managed to catch Yuu just sleeping normally under the shade of a tree.

No weird or cryptic behavior.

Just them resting under a tree with Grim, peaceful and calm, a small smile on their face.

A lot of picture was taken that day and all of it was of Yuu.

[crusherthedoctor]

Let’s try this again...

So for those of you who can’t currently see asks, I was informed in an ask about this statement by Ian Flynn in regards to why IDW Eggman acted the opposite of a respectable, well-characterized Eggman during the zombot arc:

Needless to say, this Steamed my Hams. Here’s why. (Credit to @beevean​ and @colony-drop-program​ for several additional points.)

In SA1, Eggman was constantly one step ahead of the heroes by swiping their emeralds, had both Chaos and the Egg Carrier operating at the same time, resorted to a missile when both were seemingly dealt with (which only turned out to be a dud cause of bad luck), and revealed a second Egg Carrier in the event that Chaos would betray him. And in the case of the missile - he was clearly at his wit’s end by that point, and suicide attacks on the brink of a villainous breakdown are common among many villains, including clever schemers... like Eggman.

In SA2, Eggman suspected there was a fake emerald in the mist that the heroes wanted to use to trick him, so he set up a situation perfectly in a way that would reveal which one it is.

In Battle, he was able to drive Emerl insane with energy in case the robot defeated him in battle.

In Unleashed, the game starts with Eggman setting up a trap based on the expectation that he would know exactly how Sonic (or rather, Super Sonic) would react, and it worked flawlessly. And upon learning that Dark Gaia woke up too early and his spawn were scattered all across the planet, Eggman managed to lure Dark Gaia spawn to him, and he still able to create Eggmanland and did his best to prevent Sonic from reaching the final temple.

Even in ‘06, he had that trap where he sent Sonic and Co to the future. It may have relied on the heroes being stupid, but it still counts as Eggman preparing for something.

Even in Heroes, arguably his most pathetic role in the game canon due to being locked in a room by his own creation for the whole game, he still had the initiative to hire the Chaotix into getting him out. And Metal Sonic’s flaws with his own plan... are Metal Sonic’s. Not Eggman’s. Metal Sonic didn’t take control of Eggman’s plan, he came up with his own plan to begin with. Metal’s failings in Heroes are not in any way, shape or form the fault of Ivo’s, and I don’t know why this example was even mentioned.

And keep in mind, these are just the games where Eggman was still upstaged. We’re not even going into the games that KEPT him as the top dog from start to finish, like in Sonic 3 & Knuckles where he’s constantly doing everything he can to stall you from reaching the Death Egg (which implies planning at least some of it in advance), Rush Adventure where he created the pirates as a proxy to search out the Jeweled Scepter, Colours where he kept his mind control cannon a secret, Generations where he teamed up with his past self in order to tame the Time Eater, Lost World where he brought a Cacophonic Conch with him to subjugate the Deadly Six, then bounced his way back up even after they stole his tech, and everything in Forces (storing Phantom Ruby copies, the artificial sun plot in case the Death Egg was destroyed, being able to dispose of Infinite in case he acted up, keeping the real Phantom Ruby for himself, even having a second mech inside the first mech in case the latter was destroyed).

Hell, the entire reason he set up a racing tournament in the original Sonic Riders was so that he could uncover the Babylon Garden.

And didn’t Flynn himself write that Mega Drive comic from a while back? The one where Eggman made a similar SA2-style bargain ploy for the last Ancient Gear, only to then reveal he had the other Gears already once he got it?

Eggman may be careless at times, with occasional details, but he’s not a Mephiles-tier moron who doesn’t understand the concept of a plan or strategy. He’s a mastermind, with many elaborate plots over the years to live up to that title, and when he’s not planning things out in advance, he’s just as quick to improvise or take advantage of the situation as best as he can.

He knew what would happen with Chaos upon feeding him Chaos Emeralds, because...

He knew something would happen with Dark Gaia, because...

(He also proceeded to kidnap Professor Pickle for the specific purpose of obtaining even more information on the subject.)

And while he may not have known exactly what Project Shadow was at the time, he still knew its existence in the first place (and by proxy, the ARK’s existence), because...

...And he brought a Chaos Emerald along with him. And knew the password, “Maria”.

There is no excuse for the doctor to just shrug and do absolutely nothing upon being informed about a potential error in his plan. The fact that Ian Flynn - a man who has worked with this character for over a decade, and thus by all means should know this character by the back of his hand - completely disregards this official, canonical element of the main villain of a 30 year old franchise, only makes me less willing to trust any of the characters’ handling under his pen. And that’s putting aside how questionably handled everyone else has been in IDW.

And you might say “But it’s IDW, it’s a different interpretation”. But here’s the thing: it’s following off of Forces, a game where Eggman was at his brilliant best. There’s no way you can go from his backup-plan-after-backup-plan strategy from that game, to his DarkSydePhil-tier “nothing I could do dood” showing in this comic, and chalk it up to anything other than, at best, an extreme display of inconsistency. And as far as we know, this isn’t even the cause of those mandates that everyone loves to point to... this was all Flynn.

So yes. If I wasn’t certain that Flynn’s widespread fandom status as the Best Sonic Writer of all time, every time, was just a teensy, tiny bit exaggerated... I am now. I may be an Eggman fan, so naturally that does fuel my annoyance with his statement on the doc, but I’d be just as annoyed if it were any other character who was blatantly misinterpreted to this degree, even if it were a character I was apathetic to or even flat out disliked.

Best Writers™ do not selectively choose how characters from long lasting IPs act. You can experiment with a character. You can play around with a character’s traits. But you can’t turn a character completely inside out and expect it to work just like that.

It doesn’t work.

/RantOver

[a-froger-epic]

tw: mention of eating disorders

hey i read something about freddie having an eating disrorder, and I hate asking this but could you please explain if you know anything about it. my poor baby :(

Hey anon!

I’m sorry it took me a while to reply. This is a sensitive topic for many, so I wanted to take my time and give you the nuanced reply it deserves.

I’ve talked about this a little before, but I might as well take the opportunity now to speak about it at length. This is only my personal opinion based on everything I’ve read about Freddie and many different takes I’ve seen others put forward.

So, did Freddie have an eating disorder?

The shortest answer to that, as far as I’m concerned, is... maybe?

Before I carry on, I’d like to say that I think everyone is free to speculate about this and make up their own mind, as well as creatively explore this in their writing, and I don’t consider my opinion to be any more correct than anyone else’s.

Why do people think Freddie might have had an ED?

There are a few things about Freddie and food which could be interpreted as ED behaviours. First off, here is what Phoebe has to say about Freddie and his eating habits:

His taste in food changed over the years I was with Freddie. When I started the group of us would make monthly visits to the restaurant Shezan, an Indian eatery, in Knightsbridge. Freddie never had a menu as they always provided his favourite selection of foods without asking. As his illness progressed, his taste buds could not take the assault of spicy foods and he tended to more bland foods. He also turned his eating habits around. He used to have a lighter meal at lunch and then have a big meal in the evening, usually at a restaurant with a big group of friends. Towards the end he would eat more at lunch and a smaller meal in the evenings.

Nothing much out of the ordinary here, as far as I can see. Freddie definitely had favourite foods he enjoyed, but then, a common misconception is that people with EDs don’t like/enjoy food, and that isn’t true. Phoebe also says this:

As I have said before, Freddie was a very light eater. Some of us live to eat, but Freddie was one of those people who ate to live. He was the master of moving food around the plate to give the appearance of having eaten a good amount. He did enjoy good food, but really didn’t need to consume very much. He loved entertaining guests at meals in the dining room at Garden Lodge and was able to disguise his non-eating by making sure everyone else was ok during the meal. Don’t get me wrong, Freddie always ate enough to keep him going, but I can’t remember one time when he leant back in the chair saying ‘I’m stuffed!’

Now here we have a lot of things to unpack. There are three things in here - moving food around the plate to give the appearance of having eaten more, disguising his non-eating and never eating enough to be full - which are definitely known ED behaviours.

However, people who just do not care about food all that much and are light eaters do also exist. In fact, I’m one of them myself. I did struggle with Disordered Eating in my teens and my early 20s, but I have a healthy relationship with food now and I never like to eat until I’m stuffed because it’s not a nice feeling, physically, to overeat. I’m also someone who easily and genuinely forgets to eat when I’m in a creative haze. Just as an example.

Also, seeing as Freddie most likely was made to finish meals all throughout his boarding school times, like many children in lunch halls, which is usually not a great experience for children who are picky or light eaters, the “moving food around the plate to make it seem he’s eaten” could well be an old habit stemming from there.

Either way, Phoebe doesn’t seem too concerned about Freddie’s eating, and even though people with EDs are very good at hiding them, Phoebe did know him for a long time and very, very well. Phoebe could also be withholding information that he considers too private. All of that is possible, all of that is speculation.

There are other things which point to the fact that Freddie was definitely preoccupied with his weight/appearance. In this interview in 1974, he says:

“Oh really,” he exclaims in disgust, “this paper has no flair - I mean to print this picture three times in succession … and just look at my arms!” He was horrified, “look at how fat they appear, now my arms aren’t like that at all - what do you think?” He rolls up his sleeves for me to inspect and I’d like to state here and now that the poor dear’s arms are quite, quite slender!

The photo Freddie is most likely talking about, is this one:

It’s not a very fortunate angle, admittedly. So I think it’s possible to see where he was coming from, but even so, he was worried about his arms looking fat at a time when he looked like this:

Yes, it is important to keep in mind that people were generally thinner in the 70s than we are used to now. (Brian, for example, was also incredibly thin.) But in this picture it really is evident that Freddie was very, very thin at this point.

Other things which are often brought into the discussion around Freddie’s eating habits is the account of him throwing a fit when Brian ate one of his biscuits once, choosing to walk after a meal at a restaurant while his driver drove alongside him and his friends, eating cereal on the floor in his dressing room, this picture where he clearly prefers salad to chicken wings (unlike Roger “What Even Are Vegetables” Taylor):

All of the above, to me, are things which can be heavily read into but ultimately don’t prove very much.

And there is this bit from Mercury & Me:

The Sun did later print a photograph of Freddie taken while he was performing at the festival, which he didn't appreciate. It showed off "Flabulous Freddie" with a slight paunch, wickedly describing it as his "midriff bulge". When he saw the picture he looked at me and shook his head in despair. 'It's typical,' he said. 'If I'm slim the papers say I'm too thin and if I put on a little bit of a belly they say I'm too fat. It's a no-win situation.'

Now, that doesn’t give off the impression to me that Freddie was particularly distraught about that article, at that point in his life. But it certainly appears to have bothered him to some degree.

So what’s the conclusion?

To me, personally, it seems quite likely that Freddie did suffer from Disordered Eating in the early to mid 70s. That’s really not uncommon, sadly, although it usually afflicts young women more than young men. But he was in the spotlight and had to care about his appearance. He was clearly very preoccupied with it, not only when it came to his body, but his looks in general - there is plenty of evidence regarding that. He was very selective about which photographs of himself he did and didn’t like. However, I find it impossible to say just how much this preoccupation affected him exactly. 1974 especially was also a very taxing year for Queen. Their management was shit, they struggled with money, they almost lost Brian, their touring schedules were brutal, the press was bashing them, Freddie was struggling with his sexual identity. There were a lot of immense stress factors, and he could have very well been someone who responded to stress by not eating - just like others respond to stress by eating too much. And Disordered Eating is not classed as an eating disorder. It is, if you will, the beginning of one.

Or, he absolutely could have developed or already had an actual ED which he was hiding fairly well, and it could have affected him a lot, but nobody would have ever known because he would have been unlikely to ever speak to anybody about it.

Both is possible. I simply don’t think that there is enough information to do more than speculate on the matter, beyond: He had a preoccupation with his looks and minded what and how much he ate throughout his life.

However, in the second half of the 70s as well as the 80s, he was still thin but had started working out and looked more “athletic” thin rather than gaunt. I think it’s entirely possible that whatever issues Freddie had with food were not a constant thing but something that may have been worse and better at times, depending on his overall mental well-being and his levels of confidence.

Or, it could have been something that he always struggled with.

Again, as far as I am concerned, both is possible and I don’t feel I can say for certain. And so, my take leans towards Disordered Eating when younger and less preoccupation with it later on. That’s the impression I get.

But I wrote all this out so that others can make up their own minds, and rather than share my exact opinion, I encourage you to do just that.

[tetsunova]

hi!! congrats on 50+ followers!! i’m really proud you’re doing so well, especially when you’re doing smth you like! 💖

I wanted to join your event, if that’s ok and you don’t mind! :)

-i go by she/they and i’m 18. I’m a cancer sun, cap moon and leo rising and an entp 7w8! I think of myself as a “selective extrovert”, since my mood and attitude usually depends on the people i’m with and how much I like and trust them!

- usually people get the wrong impression when they first meet me, a lot of people said I am intimidating and look a little scary, but I was shocked when I found out, since I try to be usually nice. I also am quite mean and straightforward , mostly with people I don’t like (ig that’s why lmao). With my friends I am very protective and I do anything to make them smile and laugh, and generally I see them as family. I like to debate things and argue mostly with people that are stuck in their ways, but I always end up with a headache bc i’m stubborn and they don’t listen. I also can say I am intelligent, but lazy (I also hate when people call me stupid, it makes my blood boil)

- i kin both Midoriya and Bakugou (+Mikasa from AoT)

- i dress up either in a light academia aesthetic or like i am wearing pyjamas no in between :)

- i like to draw, it’s my passion since i’ve been small. I also like to write (used to go to the gym to but pandemic 🥲)

-i like biology and physics (as in school subjects). I also like to read a lot, my fav book is “No Longer Human”. My fav anime is AoT. I’m also into crystals and tarot. As music, I particularly like Taylor Swift and Mitski.

-I hate people that are not willing to listen to my opinion or acknowledge me. Also those who patronise you, homophobes, misogynists and racists - i love to fight them and prove there is no real reason behind their mindset and they are purely idiots. I also hate fish and I’m a picky eater. Actually I can get startled easily like-

-idk what I want in an s/o… Ig someone intelligent, both academically and emotionally, funny and understanding. Someone that doesn’t get tired of me and genuinely cares and doesn’t get scared about my mental health and problems ( I have a LOT of baggage but I don’t usually talk about it, I don’t want to be a burden) Anyway, I’m ready to return my s/o’s love 10 times so

this is kind of all, damn i started to rant about myself (blame it on the leo rising) I hope i didn’t bore you or anything!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk and have a very lovely weekend !💞

a/n: hi thankyou and thank you for joining! Hope you have a great weekend too <3 loved the TED talk fr 10/10

I match you with...

Kuroo Tetsuro

Your first Interaction: You both were arguing over weather physics is better than chemistry (obviously is). The debate went on till the teacher got tired and yelled at you both to stop it. You both had a nice giggle after. Definitely argued after class and he asked you out to coffee after. 

His way of showing affection: He will tell you every single science joke he knows. In a way that’s him showing his nerdy side to you, which he wouldn’t show to others and absolutely adores it how you laugh at every single one of them no matter how bad it is.

Random Headcannons 

You both ALWAYS have friendly debates

He really didn’t find you intimidating the first time he saw you, rather you seemed pretty strong-willed and confident to him

Will always have your back when you’re trying to put people in their place and asks you to let it go the moment he sees it’s taking a toll on you

His favourite thing about your relationship is that he finally has someone to discuss answers with

The both of you exchange homework answers 24/7

You get added to the Nekoma volleyball gc and bully kuroo with his team mates. Kuroo will ask for tons of kisses as redemption after and he knows he’s gonna get it so he lets you get away with it

Boy is his team surprised when he tells them he finally asked you out and even more in shock when they find out you said yes.

You gave the boy a drawing of him as a birthday gift and he cried. Will deny any of this happened afterwards

He gets really into crystals and tarot because of you but be warned he’s going to make comments on the chemical components of the crystals literally every time you explain to him the use of every crystal

Kuroo finds it adorable when you’re in your pyjamas

You accidentally catch him singing Taylor Swift in the shower and his cheeks are so red when you indirectly mention it in conversation

Will never find your emotions a baggage and is honestly there for you through every dark day ready with ice cream and punny jokes. 

Calls you in the night to check up on you.

A song that reminds me of you both

Sunflower- Rex Orange County

pls the headcannons are so chayotic

[gothahtog]

DSMP x Soul Eater ???

saw fellow tumblr user @/melonlock’s posts about this earlier this year and said “well yes, but hear me out”

Dream Team as a weapon/meister/weapon trio is all good and well, but just hear me out for a sec...

Dream - Axe Meister

We don’t often see this man with a sword. Axe’s are hella op in the recent mc updates, too. I feel like his ideal weapon would be an axe.

Partnered with George

George - English Long Axe

The axe is so named for it’s use during the transition from the Viking Age to the Middle Ages, where it was a primary weapon for the battles in the Anglo-Saxon regions. This is the white man’s axe. The English White Mans Axe. It’s George.

Similar to Soul in the show, George can transform multiple parts of his body into the blade of his axe. 

Partnered with Dream

Sapnap - Demon Lantern / Pyrotechnic Weapon

It’s a given that Sapnap is associated with fire. I’d like to think that his weapon form would be something akin to Jacqueline O’Lantern Dupre (Kim’s weapon partner in the show) and with the rare power of Tsubaki Nakatsukasa (where she can transform into multiple select weapons depending on what’s appropriate) but in Sap’s case, all in relation to fire. Some examples would be Jackie’s chain lantern form, into a makeshift flamethrower, and even explosives.

When he’s angry, his head smokes.

Often is used to light things, can turn his individual fingers into mini lighters.

Can’t partner with Dream, as their soul’s don’t resonate well together. They tried, trust me they did, but ended in a situation like when Soul and Black Star tried to work together that one time in ep 3 (I think?) where Sapnap will transform in midair and Dream tried to catch him, but since their souls don’t wanna work together, Dream falls with Sapnap’s weapon form into the concrete and cue like two minutes of Dream trying to pick him up.

“Dude, why the fuck are you so heavy?”

“Me? Why is your bitchass so weak?”

Partnered with Punz

Punz - Lantern Meister

Best Friends with the DTeam, Punz came in later and figured out that he and Sapnap make a damn good team. It’s a good balance of Unadulterated Chaos (Sapnap) and Controlled Chaos (Punz)

I really like Punz. More Punz. 

BadBoyHalo - Knife Meister

Yo this man shoots guns and throws knives professionally. This makes sense. 

Incredibly skilled marksman. Gives off teacher vibes, maybe like Sid in the show. 

Partnered with Skeppy

Skeppy - Demon Knife

Like Mira Nygus, Skeppy transforms into a beautiful, sleek throwing blade. 

Doesn’t really like being thrown far, will absolutely complain to Bad as soon as he transforms back.

This isn’t all. I have more. And I plan on writing this AU out somehow and posting it on AO3. But, right now as I write this, it is 12:34 am and I have my last final soon. 

Would love to know what people think! I have Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno thought out, but I’m stuck on Wilbur lol. 

[matth1w]

Crucio

Pairing: PLATONIC Lucius Malfoy x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You were always close to your father, made him kind, loving, and what a father should be... Until the day the sorting hat put you in Gryffindor. After years of being disowned by your parents, you are reunited in a torturous way.

Warnings: Torture, Death

Rating: Everyone

Word Count: 1,485 words

Note: I hope you enjoy it, love! I loved going back to Harry Potter ⚡️

As Requested by: @accio-boys​

As a child, you always seemed a bit of a black sheep. Compared to your twin brother, Malfoy, you were kind, filled with genuine laughter, and very affectionate.

So affectionate that you had your father start to have moments of open emotion. He would smile down at you as you showed him your drawing and he’d reciprocate hugs given to him. He would even kiss your forehead as he tucked you in to bed each night.

Preparing for Hogwarts made you giddy with excitement. While your brother was concerned about making friends with only Pure-Bloods, you were excited to make new friends regardless.

As Draco selected his wand, you watched in anticipation and a bit of annoyance. You decided to walk down the aisles, tired of waiting. While you were skimming your fingers across the rows, you accidentally knocked into a shelf, causing a box to fall down.

Rather loudly, you might add. The sound of your mother’s heels grew towards you and you decided to simply own up to it. It was an accident after all.

You picked up the smooth box to bring to Mr. Ollivander. He turned from Draco who was proudly showing father his wand and looked at you curiously.

“What have you got there, child?” He mused.

You looked up sheepishly.

“I’m sorry sir. I bumped into the cabinet and it fell. It was too high for me to put back.”

He chuckled, “No need to fret. Give it here.” He held out his hand and you walked forward to give him the box, trying to avoid your father’s disapproving look.

Mr. Ollivander took the box and turned to put it back before he paused, “Well,” he turned around. “It wouldn’t be my first pick for a Malfoy but why don’t you try it out, love?”

You looked to your brother who was just radiating jealousy. He hated not being the center of attention. You nodded.

You looked on at the wand laying in the velvet within  and reached out to touch it. It felt heavy in your hands but strangely comfortable. Like you would grow into it.

“Go on,” he politely pressed.

You smiled as you lifted the wand and looked to your father, who had a proud glimmer in his eyes.

You twirled the wand and a twirl of golden flowers popped out.

“It worked!” You exclaimed!

“Mum, Dad! Did you see that?”

They both chuckled at you, a rare moment where you got to see both their smiles and hear their laughs. It was a proud moment after all, their children were receiving their wands and would head off to Hogwarts soon enough.

“Ah. Interesting” Mr. Ollivander bemused. “Very noble wand, Y/N Malfoy.”

“Noble?” Your mother asked. A hint of irritation encasing the word.

“Why yes. One of the Black children had a similar wand.”

— — —

“Hmm” the hat pondered.

“Y/N Malfoy. Twin of Draco. Hmm.”

You squirmed.

“Very interesting.”

He whispered to you, “Try as you might I’m never wrong, child.”

He paused, his words made you fearful.

“Gryffindor!” His voice boomed as the hall fell into a hush.

— — —

Later that week...

“This must be a mistake, Severus.”

Your mother’s voice was hushed yet firm. Professor Snape’s eyes flicked to you before returning to your parents.

“The Sorting Hat does not make mistakes.”

“But a Malfoy! In Gryffindor? It is preposterous!”

Your father looked at you before leaning forward in his seat, “Is there anything we can do to convince the Headmaster?”

His lip curled at the pure mention of Dumbledore. He needn’t even speak his name.

Snape frowned before he spoke slowly. “I can try to convince him to move your daughter to Slytherin but I doubt it will work.”

He paused, “Narcisa, Lucius, you have my word I will watch over Y/N no matter where she is.”

He lowered his voice. “Though it may make things more... complicated.”

— — —

“But Mum, Dad! Where will I go?”

“How about those Weasley’s or maybe that Mud Blood’s home, hmm?”, your mother snarled at you.

You looked to your father desperately, hoping he would say otherwise but he just looked down at you with cold, hard eyes.

“Father...” tears began welling in your eyes.

His lip curled, “I am no father to you, child. You had your chance, you made your choice.”

He twirled his robe as he spun and stomped away, a flick of his wand slamming open the door and pushing you through it before it slammed in your face.

— — —

Six years later...

Lucius stepped into the room and saw the other Death Eaters already seared and staring at him. The Dark Lord demanded masks to be off for this meeting and now he knew why.

Voldemort wanted to see - wanted everyone to see - the look on his face when he saw.

Your body was suspended over the head of the table. Your eyes dancing around with unbridled fear and terror as they met your fathers’. Your hair was falling into the air, hanging like a curtain.

The child who brought him shame. But the one who always was and always would be his weakness. He knew it was wrong but he always loved you more than your brother.

It pained him to think back to the days you were still a good child. When he only needed to walk down a hall to see your face. So often smiling and bright.

He forced those memories, those feelings down with a rough swallow and tried to steel his face.

You had made your choice. He lost you many years ago, this was the only natural ending. He knew it. It was in the air. You would not leave this room alive.

You had your mother’s headstrong mindset. Nothing could convince you to join the Dark Lord. He knew that and he assumed the Dark Lord knew as well.

“My child,” Voldemort’s cold, grated fingers swirled down your neck, “You could have had it all. But instead, here you are.”

He snarled as he pulled away from you.

“And here you will die.”

You closed your eyes with finality. If that was the fate you would be given, so be it. You would rather have a honorable death than live a traitorous life.

“But first,” he paused. Seemingly thriving off the feral energy in the room.

“You will tell us everything about Harry Potter and his plans to defeat me.”

You tried to push down your fear. Harry and Hermoine he tried to teach you ways to combat torture. But if it was the Dark Lord himself performing the curses, you knew you would not stand a chance.

You would fight as hard as you could. Every minute spent on you gave the Army more time.

— — —

Two weeks had passed and you had broken three days ago. You didn’t know why you were still being tortured, you had no information left to give.

The sound of the metal door scraping across the stone floor made you jump. That sound meant only one of two things. Either the masked guard giving you bread and water, or...

Your father. The man who you loved more than anything in the world. The one whose arms you would run into whenever you scraped your knee.

Now, he was the one inflicting the torture sentenced upon you. Hollow eyes staring back at you as you begged him to stop, let you go, kill you, anything.

“Father,” you whimpered as his figure loomed over you. “Please.”

His eyes broke their hard, cold shell of apathy and you saw their pain that mirrored yours. There was no hiding it. His body was tired, you could see the toll it was taking. Coming each day to torture you. And now, it seemed more cruel. Voldemort had taken what he wanted.

Lucius tried to reason with him. Told him as much. But his master only sneered at him and told him to be grateful it was you being punished, not him.

“Please,” you begged. You forced yourself to your feet, legs shaking.

“I... I have given- ” you frowned.

“No... you have taken everything from me.” Lucius was surprised there was still anger in you. Still after all these days there was venom in your voice and fire in your eyes.

“Now Father... Daddy, please. Just do it already.” your voice softened before you choked out a sob.

Lucius stood staring at you, and he pocketed his wand. He stepped over to you and pulled you into his arms.

You cried more, it had been so long since he held you.

“Make it stop, Daddy, please.”

He held your frail body is in his arms. You felt so weak and so small. Tears came to his eyes as he mouthed the words and a haze of green encompassed your body.

[ginger-bread-official]

Invested

Remus Lupin was known to be well versed in combating against dark creatures, but he clearly was more than competent in defensive spells. He managed to catch up Fred and George; world class slackers, enough to pass their DADA O.W.L. He was willing to put in all his effort to get his fifth years onto N.E.W.T.S.

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He walked out of his office after making them wait for a solid five minutes. These two were masters, rivaled only by James and Sirius in his opinion. The good news was, he had years of practice. The pair stood smiling and laughing at some unknown joke.

“Just George right now.” They stopped in their tracks and shared a shocked look. It was quick and they regained themselves so as not to alert him to his upper hand. First step to taking down a dynamic duo, break up the duo. “Sit please.” He gestured to the chair across his desk as he closed the door to his office. He rounded to his chair and sat. He allowed the silence to stretch just a moment into an uncomfortable silence and then pushed the failed essay toward its author. George looked briefly at the page, shrugged and leaned back with a cheeky grin.

“What about it.” He said daring Lupin to lecture him. Remus felt his marauder spirit flare at the sight of the defiant young man.

“I know you’ve heard it all.” he leant back in his chair clasping his hand together. “I know nothing phases the great Fred and George Weasley.” Another pause “But I also know you’re brilliant and that you could get an O on your O.W.Ls if only you tried. Now what I don’t know is why you down play your intellect.” George seemed ready for this not allowing Lupin’s lecture to penetrate his aloof demeanor.

“Fred and I are being selective with our efforts. Businessmen don’t need counter jinxes or moster protection.” His easy smile showed Lupin that he really had no remorse.

“You have me there,” he stood from his desk and walked to the front of it. “My subject only progresses the careers of Aurors and the like.” He leant back onto the desk as he looked onto the young man. “But I’m not worried about your career. I’m worried about your safety.” George’s smirk broke. His eyebrows raised in questioning.

“My safety?”

“Yes. See defense is something you don’t plan on using, and when you find out you need it, it’s too late.” George now looked intrigued. “Your uncles knew that.” At this the front two legs of his chair slammed back down to the ground.

“My uncles?”

“Yes.” He smiled softly at the young man. “I fought alongside Fabian and Gideon during the war. They were brilliant, two of the bravest people I knew.” He smiled at the memory of the troublesome duo. “They were very good at ‘counter jinxes and stuff’ and took out more death eaters than Mad-eye Moody himself.” George was hanging on to every word of Lupin’s, clearly eager to hear more about his hero Uncles.

“They did?” he saw a proud smile erupt on George’s face, “Mom never said that.”

“It was an internal tally we did really. Your mom wasn’t in the army then.” He settled back into a serious tone. “I know I have a war mentality and the war is over, but if I hadn’t known what I do, I wouldn’t have made it through. I want you and Fred to have the same preparation that Fabian and Gideon had. That I had.” George nodded, Though Remus wasn’t sure he had completely broken through to him. “I don’t know if I can Change your attitude, I’m sure every professor has tired to explain why their subject is the most important, but I can offer my help. I can work with you guys during the night, or weekends. Whenever works for you to get you through your O.W.Ls.”

“Yeah.” He stood “Thanks professor. I’ll—I’ll redo the essay.” He stood and reached out his hand to shake Remus’ which he took. George turned to leave, but seemed to think of something and turned around. “You really fought in the war?” he asked blunty.

“Yes.” He responded. “Me, Sirius Black and James Potter joined up right after graduation.” George looked like he was going to ask another question. “I met the most courageous and amazing witches and wizards; including your uncles, but I don’t much l care for thinking on those years.” He paused letting George fill in the implied trauma he didn’t care to re-visit. “Please send your brother in.” he put a note of finality in his voice, and George obeyed.

Fred sauntered in after his brother. An easy smile on his face and an air of arrogance surrounding him.

“Please sit.” Lupin gestured to the chair George had just vacated. Fred did so and waited for Lupin to speak. “I suspect you already know what I’m going to say.” there was a brief pause.

“I’ve gotten this lecture once or twice before mate.” He sat up straight and put on different impressions of different teachers. “You’re a brilliant student Weasley I don’t know why you’re throwing away your education” he said in an overly eccentric Scottish accent. “I know you can do better if you tried.” He said in Flitwick’s high voice. “All pretty standard stuff. George and I have it all figured out though. We’ll be successful businessmen without knowing the difference between devils snare and tentaccula.” He sat back waiting for Lupin again clearly sure he won this exchange. Remus saw he couldn’t give Fred an inch, and so he dropped the formal professor façade and allowed himself to be more candid with the boy.

“You seem to have it all figured out. Fool proof plan, no need for my subject at all, all you need is your witty and savvy business skills.” Fred’s smile was firm on his face, but his brow furrowed ever so slightly. “I guess you don’t need to know how to protect yourself, or protect others. You can probably talk a banshee down from screaming with your winning personality.” His tone was harsh, but warranted. “No need to learn how to stop a curse from hitting you or maybe hitting George.” His voice rose slightly and he went on, “If a dementor is attacking you, or your family or anyone for that matter, Fred Wealsey will come in with some wise ass comment and send it packing. Dark wizards won’t dare to touch you with your charming smile for protection.”

“We’ve been in tight spots before and managed our way out.” He sounded so young and naïve and he must have sensed it, because his smile finally fell from his face.

“You’re too smart to genuinely think that evading Filch and fighting for your life are the same.” Lupin shot back. There was a moment of pregnant silence where Fred looked ashamed. Remus took pity on the boy. “I remember what it was like to be young,” Fred looked up to his professor now with a vulnerability Remus had never seen on the boy’s face. “To feel like there’s nothing you can’t do, that you’re invincible. Me and my friends were reckless, fool hearty. You actually remind me a lot of one of them.”

“Who?” he asked

“James Potter.” Fred’s eyes widened. “You’re both unbelievably stubborn, witty, effortlessly brilliant and a loyal, kind friend. But James knew when to grow up. He knew what life had in store for him outside of Hogwarts and he knew he needed to be prepared.” A beat of silence held the weight of his words between them. “We joined the resistance to Lord Voldemort at 17 years old and the only reason I am standing here is because I knew defensive magic.”

“But the war is over.” Fred said meekly.

“And you think that means there’s no danger out there, that every other bad or evil being in the world retired that day?” he sighed “I can’t force you to take your studies seriously. But It’s more important to me that you understand what a disadvantage you’d be putting yourself at by writing it off.” He walked to his chair behind the desk allow the young man space to breathe. “I want you to succeed Fred. I want to help in anyway I can. Evenings, weekends, lunch periods, whatever works for you. Just take it into consideration.” He waited a minute and watched the young man in front of him gather his wits and regain his composure after the reality check he was just given. He felt bad for being harsh, for his aggressive attack of his student, but when he was their age these realities were forced onto him and he is alive because he was able to prepare.

“Right.” Fred stood and made for the door, “Thanks professor.” He reached for the handle, but turned before opening the door. “You fought in the war?” he asked just as his brother did.

“Yes.” Lupin answered simply.

“Did you know my uncles Fabian and Gideon? They fought too.” He smiled at the boy.

“I knew them, and I was lucky to have called them friends. They saved my life multiple times.” He explained. “I don’t think I’ll ever meet braver men then those two.” A proud smile surfaced onto Fred’s face and he turned away from his professor and left the office.

[the-spiritess-eliza]

Hi there, random questions: Why the fuck are people so obsessed with stories /pos and who is your favourite of all the favourite characters you ever had?

why do people get obsessed with stories??? escapism my dude. 

Real life is fucking hard and it’s easy to fall down the rabbit hole of a warped reality. I have a habit of over analyzing everything and picking things apart to a point where I make almost every interaction I have with people come around to feel negative somehow. It’s easy to obsess over minor details of day to day life and interactions. It reaches a point where almost anything can present itself as overwhelming. Honestly, it’s quite ridiculous but is still something that I struggle with. 

Channeling your emotions into something else can help ease the intensity of everything. Just completely throw your mind into some other pre-existing world that is absolutely teeming with fascinating characters and plot, it can help to bring you back down. I guess it’s kind of hard to explain. I guess the idea is that allowing yourself to obsess over something that ultimately means less than the real life that you were previously obsessing over is better than picking apart a reality to a point that it becomes shredded. While it can still be meaningful and feel important to you, fiction ultimately means less that real life. Immersing yourself into something more safe can somehow bring you back closer to a more healthy mindset. 

Stories can also fill the void of the things that seem too out of reach. Sometimes when you feel that you’re at a loss of something you might indulge in content that contains the thing you’ve been searching for. For a shitty example: I’m really fond of Stardust Crusaders because of the whole “fuck yeah it’s the 80′s lets get the squad together and go on a massive road trip to fight a campy vampire who runs a cult”. It just makes you feel better, and part of typical human nature is to follow whatever makes you feel less pain. The whole communal aspect of stories is also an a part that I’m really fond of. The ability to share the experience of the immersion that follows stories to me is like a bonding experience, it’s just a totally kickass feeling when there is someone who finds as much solace in a story as you do. You develop inside jokes, share art, and can generally become closer due to something that has virtually no relation to either of you whatsoever. It’s really weird to me but I absolutely adore it. Literally at least three different series’ that I’ve completely (pleasantly) lost myself in during the past were solely for the purpose of me trying to establish a friendship with someone lol. 

I have a really hard time selecting out favorite characters across numerous pieces of media so I’m probably just going to make a list of characters that I’m really really fond of. I’ve also had a lot of characters that I’ve really liked in the past that were involved in like 2012 tumblr era stuff that I found back when I was in middle school. Stuff from then was like a major crutch for not thinking about some really serious stuff I was dealing with then but I’m not going to include a lot of them cause I don’t vibe with it anymore.  

uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ok so characters I like: Crona from Soul Eater, JD & Veronica from Heathers, Luke Skywalker, Dio Brando from jjba, Klaus Hargreeves from Umbrella Academy, Mirio from MHA, Wallace Wells from Scott Pilgrim, Quicksilver from X-Men, Uncle motherfucking Iroh from Avatar, Leo(and Hyde and Jackie)from That 70′s Show, Charlie and Sawyer from LOST, C!Ranboo & C!Tommy from dsmp (yes I’m including this because it is currently something that I am really really into)

this was lowkey difficult because as soon as I saw “what is your favorite character” brainrot took over and I legit forgot everything aside from dio and dsmp lol

p.s. I hope this answered your question?? I kind of went on a ramble lmao