#at this point if you haven't done some reading you're just lazy

[aryxchse]

school president and the troublemaker. | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n ; hello ya'll it's ya fav daughter of hera writer, this fic is written while i listened to my 'old bts songs' playlist, you know i'm talkin' about you just one day!!!

warnings : cursing, teenagers (that's should be a warning), this is writed by according to my countries school rules so deal with it, also grover, y/n, annabeth and percy are my favorite gang fr, rival-ish friends to lovers??, percy beating the shit out of some guy, mentions of staring, blood, no kiss on the lips ugh

"i fucking hate mondays," the son of poseidon whined, crossing his arms on his desk and leaning his head on them.

the first two class was history, which it didn't made anything better for him. he was a math guy, he didn't liked reading and stuff. but you and annabeth seemed to really enjoy it, even though annabeth is literally dislexic while your adhd was messing with your head.

grover sighed in front of him, leaning his head back until it rested on percy's desk. "i know right?" he said, fixing his green beanie. annabeth and you sighed, rolling your eyes at the two lazy boys.

"oh please, today's class is about mythology. i'm going to fuck that bitch up," annabeth said, smiling at you. you smiled back, knowing how much she hated your history teacher.

"you're fucking every teacher beth." percy yawned next to you, looking at the blonde girl. "they all hate you at this point for real."

"don't care," annabeth shrugged, looking like she was proud of herself. which she was. "they should educate people with truth, not a fucking lie."

"speak louder queen!" you agreed with her, while taking notes to your clipboard. there was a lot of shit going on in this big ass school, and you didn't know why you wanted to be a president of it this much.

at the beginning of the year, percy told you that you shouldn't get ahead of yourself—meaning that you guys can get expelled any day. but it never happened, it was yours second year in this school. three demigod's and one satyr, in the same school for two years. they should write and teach this in history too!

you had a way of talking out of problems, so whenever you four caused a trouble, everyone acted like nothing happened because of the mist. you controlled it in some type of way, because you wanted to be a president of some school before you become an adult.

back to now, percy peeked from your shoulder to see what you were writing on the clipboard.

— TO DO LIST —

visit the art, music and sport club to see if they need anything ✓

send the principal the needs of the clubs ✓

hang the new concert posters to schools board ✓

check if the p.e class needs anything

meeting with the other members at 13.00, lunch break

take the list of needed books in the library and hand the list to principal ✓

help the teachers or principal with the paperwork or sending them to where they should go ✓ (done for today)

you tapped your pen on the clipboard, focusing on the tasks you haven't done yet. percy sighed next to you, getting overwhelmed with how much work you had.

percy and annabeth was in the president club thingy with you, annabeth was the leader of the library club while percy was the sport clubs. they handed you the lists you writed on your clipboard. percy joined you to skip some classes and spend some time with you while annabeth just liked to be in charge.

"i didn't know we had a meeting today," percy whispered to you as the bitchy history teacher came into class. you rolled your eyes at the boy, putting the clipboard away to open your history notebook.

"i literally texted it in our groupchat. but you decided to ignore it and write 'what are we doing after school tomorrow?'" you reminded him. percy was about to answer you, but the teacher started yelling.

"alright kids, today we're learning about the twelve olympians and their wars!"

the four of you tried your hardest to not laugh, instead sharing side-eyes.

"man, for the first time this class will be fun," percy said, resting his cheek on his palm.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

the class was indeed fun.

annabeth had so much fun fixing the teacher's every mistake while the rest of you tried not to laugh. but you took notes anyway. you wrote the notes in ancient greek for the gang to copy from you, since they had dislexia and couldn't read.

"you're the best," annabeth said, kissing your cheek as you handed her the notes. you smiled, blowing a kiss to her way as a response. grover sat next to annabeth while eating a vegan sandwich, and percy was trying to get a drink from the machine.

"ya'll have any more cents?" percy asked, angry at the machine. you sighed and stood up, giving a good kick to the machine. it started working again, dropping percy's blue coke with some snacks. you smiled at him, flipping your hair while you returned to your seat.

"like i didn't know how to do that," he murmured, taking his drink with his now free snacks. he gave the chips to annabeth while handing the m&m's to you. he took the fish cracker to himself, holding it in his mouth to open his coke.

there was this little table at the end of the corridor, right next to the food machine. it was you guys usual spot, and everyone knew it. except the lunch times at the cafeteria, you four always hanged around here.

annabeth rested her back against the wall, laying her feet on top of grover's lap. the satyr didn't mind, since they usually sit like that. your seat was in front of annabeth, as you rested your head against your palm, taking a support from the wall. percy leaned against you, putting his whole weight on you while he eated the fish crackers messily.

you paid no attention to him as you wrote something on your clipboard again. "did we have anything missing in p.e class? like some new basketball's?"

annabeth looked up as she thinked for a moment. "the new one we got apperantly blowed up, at least that's what james told me." you groaned, smashing your head -gently- to the table. "i fucking hate basketball team."

"same," grover said, eating percy's now empty diet coke. "they're like hydra's."

percy laughed at that, making a fist bump with grover.

"when was the meeting again?" grover asked after the laugh session with percy. you groaned again, head still on the table. "read the fucking group chat for gods' sake!"

"man, chill." grover raised his hands in defeat. annabeth closed her own notebook while handing you yours. "thanks babe." she said, patting your head gently. you only made thumbs up to her, leaving the notebook on the table.

percy sighed and sat straight, putting your notebook in your bag. he held you by the waist and made you lean to his shoulder, taking your clipboard away from you. "you've already done almost everything here, the others are useless." he said, voice soft.

you hugged percy's arm to support yourself and annabeth slightly smiled to herself. as your chin rested on top of his shoulder, you looked at the clipboard. "i know but the p.e class is worst than everything i did there, it's so tiring."

"i can help you, you know." he said, putting the clipboard on the table and looking at you. you pulled yourself away to look in his eyes. how those ocean eyes can held so much care in them?

"but you hate checking p.e class," you said quietly, hands still lazily on his bicep. he smirked, putting his own hand on top of yours.

"if it's going to make you shut up, then i'll be glad to help." he teased, and you can see it in his expression. you only rolled your eyes, smile betraying your fake annoyance.

"wow, what a nice man you are percy jackson." you complimented, patting his bicep. he flexed them while he gave you a cocky look. "i know pretty."

"i'm gonna throw up," annabeth said, still smiling. grover nodded, gagging playfully. you both sticked your tongue out to them, chuckling.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

"that's it, i'm not fucking letting you help me through the p.e class check again." you hissed, making percy sit on the infirmary bed.

he fucking had a fight. apperantly some guy from the soccer team checked you out in that pretty school skirt of yours, and percy noticed it. you didn't know why he was this protective or annoyed when it camed to other guys, but now you had to deal with his bloody lip and eyebrow.

"he was fucking you with his eyes, what i was gonna do? give him a view?" he snapped back, his normally sweet shade of sea green eyes now as dark as a storm. you hated when percy looked at you like this. his hatred was easier to see. it wasn't towards to you, it's never towards to you. but you can't help but feel like you're being attacked too.

"nothing, percy. nothing!" you said, your own eyebrows furrowed. no one was in the infirmary because the school sucked at being responsible. you made sure to point this to principal too.

luckily, your best friend was a demigod, who can heal with water. but unluckily for you, there was no water near. so, you had to caress his wounds like the old ways. still, he healed much faster than a mortal could.

the moment alcoholed cotten touched his lip, he hissed. "what the fuck you mean nothing?" he said, but his voice wasn't loud. "you- you had a crush on him or something?" the last sentence camed out his lip weak.

you rolled your eyes at the boy, who's now had a worried expression on his face. you couldn't understand why, but he looked like he could cry if you touched him. "don't tell me you have a crush on that fucking asshole. you can't be serious, i mean- have you seen hi-"

"percy shut up for gods' sake!" you yelled and he jumped. it made you feel a bit bad, but he was not making any sense. you stopped wiping the blood and cleaning the wound on his lip, now starting to put some bandages on it.

"i don't have a crush on the guy, i don't even know who he is." you explained, now wiping his eyebrow. he didn't flinched on this one, instead he was focused on you. "but you can't just attack people just because they're looking at me."

"he wasn't looking, y/n/n. he was literally-"

"fucking me with his eyes, i know." you shushed him gently with your words, your eyes holding too much care in them. weren't you questioning his eyes back then?

you were standing in between percy's legs, and you both were face to face, even though he was sitting. his expression was soft once again, and his eyes shined like always. you held his chin gently while carefuly treating the wound. "but he didn't dared to do anything, did he?"

"i would like to see him fucking try." he hissed.

"believe me, he wouldn't." you assured him, now bandaging him once again. he had a confused look on his face, but one side of him telled him you were right. "those guys like that can do nothing but stare."

there was a silence between you two now. percy kept sitting on the bed while you put away the first aid kit. after that you camed back to your previous place in between percy's legs, hands resting on his thigh.

he gently held your wrists in return, thumbs caressing the place gently. the boy was in the other infirmary in school, since they didn't want to put him in the same place as percy. you wondered how was the boy, because percy was literally about to kill him.

"how am i gonna get a boyfriend if you keep attacking the boys around me?" you joked, and for the first time, percy didn't laughed. he still looked down on your now intertwined hands, looking like he was in some kind of a trance.

you didn't want a boyfriend anyways, you wanted percy. the joke was to lighten the mood, but to also see his reaction. you we're having suspicions or delusions lately, about him liking you back. and you wanted to get a real answer for yourself.

luckily for you, percy was about to give you one.

"i don't want you to have a boyfriend, to be honest." he whispered, his forehead resting on your shoulder. your cheek -you didn't know why- immediatly found it's place on his head, smelling the salt water scent he had.

"why? you wanna keep me to yourself?" you chuckled, asking what you wanted to ask for a long time in a jokeful way.

"yeah, actually." he said.

you frozed. you wanted to keep your actions as warm as possible for him to not think you would ever reject him. you did wanted to get some real answers, but not stomach flipping, toe curling and cheek blushing one like this. your heart beated so fast that you thought you we're having a heart attack, and your breath hitched.

"what?" you managed to ask softly, and your voice felt like an angel to his ears.

"i'm sorry i-" he choked in his own words, afraid to face you. he still kept his head on your shoulder, in fact; he nuzzled into your neck a bit. "i don't want to ruin our friendship, but... in some way i do."

you chuckled, and he felt like the weight on his shoulders lifted.

"i kinda want that too," you whispered back, hands now caressing his bicep. his hands find their way onto your waist, holding you firmly close to himself. his heart was about to pop out from his body and met with yours, just chilling inside your body instead of his. weird way to express what he was feeling, but percy was never good with words anyway.

"yeah?" he breathed out, his smile can be heard from his voice. your own smile matched his, so bright that sun would be jealous. "since when?"

"oh man, i don't want to answer this." you joked, and he laughed. that's the react you've been waiting for. "you'd think i'm obsessed with you."

he raised his face from your neck to look at you, his eyes shining as bright as the sky now. you loved how his emotions reflected in his eyes, making him not be able to hide anything. you knew him better than anyone else anyways, he was always an open book to you.

"oh please, i don't have the right to judge you when i'm this whipped." he said, making you laugh. "we're we even friends this whole time?"

you laughed harder. "you know what? i think the fuck not." you answered through giggles. "we we're just two idiots who pretended to be friends."

as you both laughed there, to your whole situation, percy hugged you tight. an air escaped your lips in suprise, but you were quick to hug him back.

"you don't have any idea how relieved i am right now," he mumbled to your neck, leaving a few light kisses there. your hands caressed his raven hair, massaging the scalp. "i love you, so fuckin' much."

"i love you too, seaweed brain." you said back quietly, kissing on top of his head.

he was about to kiss you on the lips when annabeth and grover barged in.

"finally you idiots!" annabeth said, crossing her arms and resting her back on the door frame. grover put his arm on her shoulder, smirking.

"it's about fucking time, eh?"

[rubyreduji]

[i fucking caved oh my god this is going to haunt me forever]

[minors dni] [read part 1 here]

for some reason you ridiculously thought that things would improve after you slept with wonwoo, but it seems that things have just gotten worse

wonwoo's grossness has seemed to seep out from his room and into your shared spaces; dirty clothes strewn around the bathroom, used dished left on the table, he's even started gaming in the living room just to bother you. he's always there when you get home from work, a lazy smirk plastered on his features while he jabs at the controller buttons. you can't remember the last time wonwoo made food that wasn't cereal or reheating leftovers that you made. he doesn't have a problem making you do all the work and embarassingly enough you find yourself bending to his will

the worst part of the whole situation though, is the fact that you two have done nothing since the first time

he hasnt tried to touch you once. not even an innocent brush past you in the hallway touch. absolutely nothing. and you know that you should be overjoyed over this fact but it's secretly been driving you crazy

you don't even like wonwoo!!! so you don't know why you've been so desperate for him to put his hands on you. it's gotten to the point where you've purposely been wearing more revealing clothing around the apartment in hopes that you can tempt him

it's not working though, in fact wonwoo is just temping you more with his lack of pants everytime he games in the living room. you can always see the slight outline of his dick against his boxers and it drives you crazy

it's not like wonwoo has gotten more reserved, in fact you think he's gotten more shameless. he walks in on you showering so he can take a piss (and he never puts the toilet seat back down) and he still makes lewd comments about how "fat your tits look" in your shirt. there was even that one time he left his used fleshlight on the counter for you to find. the only thing he hasn't done is make any serious advances towards you and as desperate as you are for him you still want to keep some sort of dignity

and by some sort of dignity you mean that you won't stoop as low as to beg wonwoo to fuck you again, but you're not be able to stop thinking about it

for the first time in what feels like forever wonwoo has decided to actually leave the apartment, he put on pants and everything. you're not sure what he's up to but you can't bring yourself to care when he's out of the apartment, finally giving you a moment alone

there's plenty of things you can do now that you have some free time to yourself but there's really only one thing you can't do when wonwoo is home

shamelessly you quickly scurry into your room and close the door before shucking off your pants and burying yourself into your bed

you've been so worked up lately and haven't been able to do anything about it. your hands go right away to roaming over your body, feeling yourself up, touching in all the places you know makes your pussy wet

it doesn't take long for you to be aching, you've been waiting for this for a while now and you can't help but be a little desperate now that you can finally let go

your fingers flit down between your legs and you're able to relieve some of your aching as you start to rub your clothed clit. you muffle your moans at first before you remember that you're alone and can be as loud as you want. you let out a shaky moan as you quicken your pace a bit

your underwear are soaked now and you push them off your hips and down your legs. your pussy is slick with arousal and you're able to push two fingers into you right away

you pump your fingers and in and out of you as you moan into the air. as you fuck yourself your mind wanders to wonwoo and how his fingers felt so much better inside of you. you hate that you can't get your digusting roommate out of your head but you can't help but wish it was him knuckle deep inside you instead. you try your best to push him out of your fantasies but he keeps coming back

you think about his long gamer skilled fingers flitting over your body before he pushed them deep inside you, pressing into your g-spot. his name slips past your lips and you're too far gone to chide yourself for it

you reach up to pinch one of your nipples as you think about him shoving his cock in you as he forces his tongue into your mouth. the though has your pussy clenching and you've been so needy lately that you can already feel yourself getting close

"well what do we have here?" a voice tuts from your doorway

the voice makes you jump a bit and you quickly scramble to cover yourself up

"ah, ah, ah, don't do that pretty girl" you recgonize the voice as your roommate as he stalks over to your bed and grabs your arm before you can fully pull the blankets over your body

"wonwoo" your voice sounds less scolding and more like a moan and you flush realizing that your true intentions have become apparent

"aww poor baby," wonwoo coos, his tone laced with condescension. "if you wanted to get off so bad you should have just told me"

you can't stand it. you can't stand the way wonwoo is smirking at you with that smug look on his face but you can't do anything about it because wonwoo's got a grip on your arm and your pussy is wet and aching to get off

"do you need me to help?"

you want to tell him no. you wan't to tear your arm away and kick him out. out of the whole apartment for good. but instead you just mewl and give a small nod and before you know it wonwoo's got two digits buried deep inside your cunt

"that's a good girl, taking everything i give to her"

wonwoo's musky cologne fills your noise and you nearly choke. his hair hangs in his face, limp from a few days of not being washed. he stares down at you with a predatory gaze

"p-please woo"

"please what? you need more? fine, but don't complain about it later"

wonwoo pulls his fingers out of you and you whimper a bit. you watch as wonwoo shoves his joggers off his hips and you gasp a bit when his dick pops out. you barely have time to even process that wonwoo was going comando under his pants before he's grabbing you and flipping you over so your ass sits high in the air while your face is pressed into your pillow

without a word wonwoo lines his cock up and shoves it into your dripping cunt. he immediately starts to thrust into you with a vigor you've never experienced before. you moan into your pillow as your fingers scramble to find purchase on your sheets. you can hear the slap of wonwoo's balls against your clit as he continues to snap his hips into yours

wonwoo reaches down and grabs a handful of your hair, gripping onto you as he presses you even further into the bed. he fucks you with only his own pleasure in mind but you don't even care, enjoying the way he fills you up so deep

"you know y/n, you're such a dirty girl. you wanna know why?"

you only moan in response

"you're a dirty girl because you like it. you like when i treat you like this, like my little cocksleeve. you're my slut now, yeah?"

you do your best to nod but it's hard while wonwoo still has a grip on your hair

"oh and what would your brother say? what would he say if he knew you were here getting off by his best friend? that you like how i stick my dick inside of you and fill you with my cum" wonwoo growls into your ear as he continues to piston into you

you can't form words, feeling too good from wonwoo's cock inside you. you've barely even thought about the fact your brother is friends with wonwoo and you groan

"oh would you like that? like if he knew you were here getting fucked like a bitch in heat. that you're now my little plaything and that's it" wonwoo picks your body up off the bed and presses your back to his front, his hand snaking up body to grab you around your neck

your pussy squeezes wonwoo's cock tight as he tightens his grip on your neck. his free hand travels down your body and he flicks your clit. you cry out in pain but wonwoo laughs at the way your insides still pulsate around him

"fuck y/n i'm gonna cum"

wonwoo's rhythm turns messy as he bends both of your bodies down onto the bed, rutting into you trying to reach his high. your body is warm and wanting as wonwoo covers your whole body with his

"s-shit" wonwoo cums with a curse. his cock digs deep into you as he fills you up with his load. the warm feeling of wonwoo's seed inside of you has you cumming on his cock as well

your pussy flutters around wonwoo as he thrusts into you through your highs. wonwoo is panting by the time he pulls out of you and rolls onto his back next to you

you're also panting as you do your best to recover from your orgasm. you can feel the way wonwoo's thick cum slides out of you and onto your bedsheets

suddenly you feel wonwoo's nose digging into your neck as he rubs your hip with his palm

"i love fucking you y/n, you feel so good, make me cum so hard" wonwoo whispers into your ear as he continues to nose at your neck "i knew you wanted me baby, fuck nearly made me cum in my pants all those times you were walking around the apartment in just your panties. glad to know you want me just as much as i want you. now i'll be sure to use you whenever i want"

you let out the smallest of whimpers at the idea, just knowing that you'd be waiting until next time

[ayaisokay]

The Kids Aren't Alright

* ~ I'm sorry for making this ~ *

Doomers & Fatalism

Regardless of your age, you need a reason to move forward. You need hope. Yet, it's hard to find hope for teens and young adults.

Not a year goes by without an update on the planet's decline (at our hand), wealth is only feeling more unstable and unequally distributed, a pandemic destroyed any hope of sociability for some, and social media does more harm than good when it "connects" people.

There's no true community, nothing to take pride in, there's hardly motivation for ambition or wealth. Hell, we grow up being told we'll be a generation of renters, because it's a statistical improbability than any of us will EVER afford a home without working 3 jobs into our grave.

I can't speak for America, but I know my government haven't made any real effort to prevent renter's from taking that news and slowly inflating rent costs each month.

I'm a part of the generation that is thought to deal with the broadest range of mental health concerns; however, I'm also part of the generation that's most likely to be told to "deal with it," or "grow up," by the people perpetuating our suffering, or the peers that fell victim to toxic hustle culture— enabling the shitty circumstances.

When you start adulthood with so many problems that directly impact your life, most of which come at no fault of your own, you'd hope for help in addressing those matters, but it never comes.

We're told we're lazy, we don't try hard enough, and we've got it easy (which is a demonstrable lie). How is it any surprise we became hopeless doomers? At some point you just get the idea that we were destined to fail.

Threats of War

Now we're told to be ready for World War 3 and I'm struggling to understand why. What values am I defending? Why should I die for a country that doesn't care about me?

Sure, Ukraine and Palestine are in shitty situations, but saying that doesn't require me to do anything. Though they demonstrate something: the government will risk our lives for money, and turn a blind eye to genocide if it suits them.

All that matters is that we're made to feel like our interests align. They don't represent us. They represent themselves.

Don't get me wrong, I don't support either conflict, and I sympathise with the aforementioned nations; however, I am not willing to die for them— I don't think you are. So is it even fair for us to bother complaining? It's not like diplomacy has done a thing so far.

Whether we're roped into a war or not, it doesn't feel like we'd have a choice.

Hobbies and Corporations

Normally I'd propose finding an outlet for everything. I'm not sure that's ideal anymore. Commonplace hobbies like gaming, sports, martial arts, reading, and art, they require 3 things: time, motivation, and effort.

Thanks to hustle culture, holding 3 jobs, running a drop shipping business, and abandoning any meaningful social life is considered just enough and reasonable. That doesn't leave time for personal hobbies, entertainment, or time to actually live. A life like that is no life at all. You're an animal operating on the exclusive goal of survival. You're alive, but you're not living.

Among those of us too physically or mentally scarred to work like our peers, we compassionately took to pen and paper, or software and devices, writing stories, drawing and animating worlds, or making music.

I fear that pocket of joy is getting smaller. AI image generation has already impacted artists, AI voice recreations are already being used in place of some voice actors, and we've all seen the AI voice covers for songs— claiming "you don't need to learn to sing." It didn't take long for me to see "generative AI" being proposed as a source for track samples and stems in music production.

Considering such things, it's hard to motivate yourself to put your work out there. You struggle to justify spending time creating anything, and you're probably not ready to put the effort into producing enough algorithm optimised works per day. After all, no one will see it. No one cares.

That's how it feels.

Social Media

Maybe we still have digital spaces? Really. Are cespools like Twitter spaces you can enjoy? Even Tumblr is quite detached, with small accounts struggling to get so much as a couple likes— nevermind a reblog, and god forbid you get a comment or DM.

That's minor though, it's the relationships that bother me. The ability to lock someone out of your life, within 5 seconds, for the slightest of perceived infractions. You're sensitive and a snowflake if you need boundaries, and you're "rude" and "mean" when you're pushed too far for not establishing them.

You can join a fandom or community and run into those issues, but do you really need more trouble? Ive hung around with furries since I was 13 or 14. It wasn't a furry that SA'd me, and I've never been groomed. But as a child online, I was labelled as a dog fucking groomer (at 15), because I was in a furry community discord server. I don't like to think about how that made the young adult owner of the server feel.

Social media is good for "satirical trolls," who take pleasure in hurting as many people as they can, and then claiming it's OK because they're joking, and you should've known. Is it really worth the effort for anyone else? You know, us "normal people," not bogged down by million strong fanbases, actively managing parasocial relationships and morally questionable stalking.

Closing Statements

I'm not entirely sure why I wrote this post. I guess I'm just another girl crying on the internet when I should save it for the therapy I can't actually afford.

I want to be hopeful, to feel like there's something attainable to desire, or even just things to look forward to. It's been a long time since I woke up and felt there was a good reason to be awake or even alive.

Thanks,

- The Girl That Doesn't Exist

[arisuworld]

—ONLY YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE—

DISCLAIMERS:

1. Strong language (i swear a lot), sarcasm ahead, tough love typa shit. This is meant to be helpful and reassuring but I'm not going to treat y'all like you're made of sugar and talk like I'm from 50 years ago. Deal with it or not.

2. English isn't my first language. So, there can be many grammatical mistakes.

Yes, you read it right. Only you can change your life not your favourite goddess blogger then WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ASKING THEM TO MANIFEST FOR YOU? GURLLL REALLY? DO YOU THINK THEY'RE ABOVE YOU? DO YOU THINK YOU'RE LESS OF A GOD JUST BECAUSE YOU'VE NOT ENTERED VOID YET? GURL, you have your whole life ahead you. If you will let some limiting beliefs hold you back from achieving the things you deserve, then that's it. It's done. You're never going to get your desires or desired life and YOU WILL HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELVES!!

Now now, do not come for me. I said what I said and I mean it 100%. (And I'll prove it below)

Tell me honestly, why haven't you manifested your desires by now? Why? What's the reason?

— LACK OF PERSISTENCE? LACK OF DISCIPLINE? LACK OF FAITH? OVERCONSUMPTION? PROCRASTINATION? LAZINESS? LACK OF DETERMINATION? INABILITY TO ACCEPT A FAILURE?

So now, who's fault is that? Start taking accountability for your procrastination and lack of persistence. Because if you won't, then you will not be disciplined enough to achieve your desires.

All i want to say is— TIME WON'T STOP FOR YOU! Rather than wasting your time thinking about how others are lucky to enter void at their first try, start affirming and PERSIST IN THEM, BELIEVE IN THEM!! BECAUSE SWEETHEART LISTEN— L I F E G O E S O N ! ! ! STOP WASTING YOUR LIFE LIKE THIS!! AND START WORKING YOUR ASS OFF. and by working, I do not mean to go and start taking action in real life, NO.

1. Make yourself a routine (which is what I'm doing for you right now but anyways). Listen to subliminals or listen to brown, white noise or litteralyyy any music (yes, you can also listen to your favourite song which calms you down). Just anything to calm you down, to relax you, to put you in a good mood.

2. Start AFFIRMING and do not let negative thoughts take over. (Once you start affirming, leave the old story behind because GURRLLL THAT'S NOT YOU ANYMORE!! ALWAYS PERSIST IN THE NEW STORY) You can either do a challenge (like 10k or 20k affirmations) or just affirm robotically for 10 minutes every hour. Saturate your subconscious mind with good and positive affirmations.

3. You can also do the self hypnosis thingy by konniesreality (it's optional)

4. Also, do any meditation or Yoga Nidra at anytime of the day you feel comfortable (It would be better if you do it right before entering void). In my opinion, yoga nidra feels much better (ALSO, DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN ENTER VOID WITH YOGA NIDRA MEDITATION? HEHE) It will clear your mind in minutes. It also relaxes your body. But everyone has different choices, so do whatever feels good for you because that's the major point.

5. At night, set the fucking intention and just go for it.( You can do any method which seems suitable for you) YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE!! TRY TO PUT SOME EFFORTS ONCE IN YOUR LIFE GOD'S SAKE. IT CAN IMPROVE YOUR LIFE OVERALL SO MUCH.

I'm rooting for you baby, I know you can do it. You just need a little hard push and that's what I'm here to do. So listen to your desires and most importantly, listen to yourself. You can do this!!

Good luck y'all <3

{Ps : Idk why but i really love making these rude toxic motivational posts I'm sorry 😭}

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC questionnaire

Thanks to @elsie-writes here, here, and here, @illarian-rambling here and here, @willtheweaver here, @ceph-the-ghost-writer here, and @mysticstarlightduck here!

I've somehow been tagged more than this somehow, but this post is so long I've decided to cut it off here.

Rules: answer the questions as an OC, then leave three new questions for the people you tag!

Past questionnaires: masterpost for round one

Tagging @mk-writes-stuff @elsie-writes @katwritesshit @rickie-the-storyteller @cherrybombfangirlwrites

+ ANYONE ELSE

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites

I have done all TSP characters I can answer for. Everyone else is not important enough for me to leave a response. SOTL doesn't have enough yet.

Under the cut: Tyler, Gwen, Liam, Noelle, Akash, Robbie, Sam, Ewan

#1- Tyler

Who is the most memorable person you've ever seen? Why are they so memorable?

“One guy I met a few years ago, Anathi. He was interesting. A little, uh, repressed due to having never really interacted with anyone for three years. Um. He was an ultimate, but like way taller than average, so also physically memorable. Haven't seen him in years though. So, anyway, did you know the human mind can never forget a face? And it also can't make up one, either. So, if you see someone you don't know in your dream, you have to have seen them on the street at some point!”

What stresses you out most?

“Stupid and lazy and incompetent people in charge. Like, who gave that idiot so much power? A bigger idiot??? So an even bigger idiot has even more power. Awesome. Fantastic. It sucks.”

What is your favorite holiday?

“Halloween. It is fun to dress up as whatever I want. And plan a decent costume with makeup. It also pisses off Medina. And Dr. Asghar. Those are always fun.”

Other Tyler: questionnaire one, two truths and a lie

#2- Gwen

What is the most important thing someone can receive?

“Love, friendship, support, compassion.... I think I will go with support. Support in all areas of your life I find important.”

What was your favorite age of your life?

“I like being twelve. But I miss being six. When my grandfather would read to me.”

How do you like your coffee (or tea)?

“Preferably, not at the same time! Haha. ... Did I tell you about that? Yeah, I accidentally made my coffee with a tea bag. It...was surprising, for sure. Awful, but I couldn't stop drinking it. May make it intentionally again. I usually just take my coffee with sweet cream.”

Other Gwen: OC in three, OC in fifteen, picrew, kiss, two truths and a lie, questionnaire one, OC interview

#3- Liam

What's your go-to beverage?

“Water. And I'm not saying that to be boring. It's just objectively the best beverage. It keeps you healthy, hydrated. Why waste money on carbonated garbage? Everyone should be drinking water. It does nothing but help you. Except people who are allergic to water, but that is an incredibly rare condition.”

What's the stupidest argument you've ever gotten into?

“There is literally no such thing as a stupid argument. However, I did get punched in the face when I lectured this one kid about how landings didn't count as steps. Of course, they do, but I thought it would be funny if I tried to convince him they did not. Apparently I pissed him off.”

How do you act when you're over-tired?

“I become more easy to distract. Overwhelmed, maybe anxiety. More reserved. I also start noticing my mistakes more. I also keep thinking I'm sick. That's much better than some. Think about it: I could be yelling and screaming at everyone. I could become an evil dictator. But I don't. I just affect me, and in the end, that's much better.”

Other Liam: questionnaire one, interview

What would you do if you found someone's wallet and ID on the floor with no one in sight?

#4- Noelle

“I would look at the ID and figure out a way to give it back to the person who lost it. Depending on where I am, I'd give it to proper authorities. At school, the front office. Police if I'm out. If all else fails, I suppose I could ask Lexi to teleport me to them.”

Can you swim?

“Of course I can. It doesn't make sense not to learn. My mom taught me when I was really young.”

If you were an animal, what would you be?

“What a stupid hypothetical question. I'm not a shapeshifter. *Sigh* Okay, fine, I'll try. Um... Owls represent intelligence so maybe that? I think I'm smart. Wolves are loyal to their family. I'd call myself that.”

Other Noelle: OC in three, OC in fifteen, Picrew, Bingo, questionnaire one

#5- Akash

What is your idea of a romantic date?

“Oh, man. Everything! Dinner and a movie. Holding hands as we walk through an art exhibit. Strolling or hiking through nature. The classic stuff! That reminds me... I need to plan something for Gwen... A bit nervous to ask her out, to be honest, but Robbie says she won't mind what we do as long as we're together. I dunno, man, first dates seem so crucial to get right.”

Can you be trusted to keep a secret?

“Yes. [Pause] I mean, I've kept my own, so I'd completely understand, and would respect your wishes. But just so you know, I hate lying. Despite doing it. But I fixed it! So yes, I can, but I'll hate every second of it. Although it will not make me feel guilty like it was when it was mine! But uh... Don't ask me to keep it from Robbie... Y'know what? Don't tell me. Sorry.”

What is one thing that makes your blood boil?

“Well, uh... I hate not getting respect. It's not like I think I'm entitled to it, but... I do still want it. People with no compassion for each other, it... It pisses me off a little. I hate seeing it.”

Other Akash: OC in three, OC in fifteen, Picrew, kiss, questionnaire one, two truths and a lie

#6- Robbie

Which weirdly specific superpower would you prefer: ability to cook eggs in any manner and have them turn out perfectly, or ability to always recommend a piece of media someone else will enjoy?

“Eggs. Gonna be honest, I almost want the second one, but I can already do that! I have excellent tastes. Although maybe that is, like, a superpower or something and it would go away when I get the eggs power. Hm. Eggs because I genuinely also want to help my mom out in the kitchen. I mean, I can already make eggs, but I get overwhelmed most of the time, so I stick to scrambled just so I know I'm doing it right. So yeah, eggs. If my media powers go away, I don't care, because I'll still love my stupid cartoons.”

Most awkward conversation you've ever had?

“Oh, God. Why. Why must you make me remember this?? Sooo I had this playhouse I went to as a kid. One of my friends there was this girl Ava. We went to that playhouse for years! And one day, she came to my seventh grade play on The Secret Garden. I was hanging with Akash and another kid in the play, Bryan. Ava comes up to us after the play to congratulate me and say hi. And then I said, 'Bryan, let me introduce you to my old friend...' and then I blanked for a solid 17 seconds on her name. It was awful. I said, 'Ava' at the same time Akash did to cover for me. It was... So bad. I tried to pass it off as me being overly dramatic with a pause and that I wanted Akash to say her name at the same time. But. I think she knew.”

How accurate do you think your zodiac sign is?

“Apparently, I'm a Taurus. And according to Google... This is literally not me at all. Like, it says I'm super sensual and grounded. [Pause] Me. Sensual and grounded! What even?!”

Other Robbie: OC in fifteen, OC in three, Picrew, two truths and a lie, questionnaire one

#7- Sam

What is your favorite drink?

“Ooh, lemonade! I love lemonade!! I always wanted to have a lemonade stand actually. I like all kinds of lemonade. Canned or homemade or whatever!! I usually have a can after dance class.”

Do you know how to dance?

“I do! I'm in a class that I go to weekly! We do ballet and tap dancing. It's so fun! I could dance all day long!”

What would make you never forgive someone?

“I'm not sure. I like moving on and pretending the bad stuff didn't happen. But I guess... If a friend did something awful to another.”

Other Sam: questionnaire one

#8- Ewan

What is your favorite small nature item? Pinecones, rocks, leaves, seashells?

“I like rocks. I have a rock collection. I think it's pretty cool.”

Do you have a go-to or favorite idiom?

“Huh. I've literally never thought of this before. I guess I like 'cross the bridge when we get there.' It's kind of a mantra for me. Worrying about the future, y'know? I don't like waiting until we get there to cross the bridge. I want to be prepared to cross the bridge. At the same time... I'm bad at preparing cause I'm not proactive. So I use the idiom to get out of the stuff I don't want to do now. I have a complicated relationship with this idiom....”

What is your favorite fruit?

“No, don't make me choose!! I guess... Cantaloupe. You probably weren't expecting that.”

Other Ewan: questionnaire one, kiss

Your questions:

What's the last thing you replaced, and why did you have to replace it?

Where's a place you've been that you felt out of place?

Do you trust your instincts?

[forgetfulminks]

Guide to Prioritising

I saw a post about this and I disagreed with some of the things they said in the post, so I wanted to make my own! While I disagreed with some of the stuff in it, it's still a really helpful guide and you can read it here if you want to.

Sometimes, you have unproductive days where you just procrastinate, and that's ok. You are not pathetic or lazy for doing that. Procrastination is usually a sign that you are overwhelmed and burnt out, which means you probably need to take a break. But what do you do when you really need to finish an assignment for school or a project for work and you still want to procrastinate? This is where prioritising can help you! Figuring out what needs to get done first and what things can wait can decrease your overall workload. So, here's how to do it:

Step 0: The Non-negotiables

These are things you need to remember to prioritise above anything else. These are things that people forget about sometimes, especially in times of stress.

Sleep

Drink water

Eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner (don't just have little snacks, you need at least 2-3 proper meals)

Take breaks - you need to take breaks as you're working. You can use the pomodoro method if you want, or something else. I like to do 1-2hrs of work and then a 30-40min break.

Make sure that you prioritise these first! Now that we have that out of the way, let's begin with step 1.

Step 1: What are the most important things?

Figure out what things need to be done now and cannot be put off. These are things that need to be done today, tomorrow, or within the next 3-5 days. If you want to write a to-do list, these are the things that should be at the top and should be done first. It might be a bill you need to pay, it might be some homework you need to do, it might be a test you need to study for, or an email you need to send. Whatever it is, start with these things, do them first, get them out of the way, and that will relieve a lot of your stress. If it's something big that will take a lot of time, then that might be the only thing you do today, and that's ok. Whatever it is, make sure you get it done before you even start thinking about anything else.

Step 2: What are things that need to be done soon?

After finishing the immediate things that need to be done, you can start thinking about the things that are coming up. These are things that need to be done in 1-2 weeks. You can either start it if you haven't already, or write a plan on how you are going to finish it. I personally don't like to plan out how I'm going to finish something, I prefer to just start and do a little bit every day, but everyone is different. The point is to at least start thinking about it to avoid stressing in the future.

Step 3: What are the things you can let go?

After doing the things you need to and starting the things that are coming up, you can now figure out what things can wait for later. These are things that are not urgent and can be put off until later, or things that are due in more than 3 weeks. I know that when you're stressed, your brain wants to worry about every little thing possible. But after you do the big things, then you can think about what is actually important and what isn't. For example, if you're worrying about doing your laundry, ask yourself if it really needs to be done now or if it can be done later. If you usually go to the gym and you're stressing about it, maybe that's a sign that you need to take a break from it today so you can focus on other things. If you're stressing about an assignment that's due months from now, remind yourself that you have a lot of time and you don't need to be worrying about it now. However, if you try to put these things out of your mind and you still find yourself stressing about it, maybe that's a sign that you need to start it or do at least a little bit of it just for your own mental health. Sometimes when we try not to worry about things we worry about them even more. This last step is meant to help you stop worrying about the little things, and if your way to do this is to get them out of the way, then you can do that! Just make sure you don't burn yourself out by doing too many or use these little tasks to procrastinate on a more important task.

Step 4: Prioritise You

After you finish the big assignments, get a head start on future projects, and get rid of the lesser important tasks, it's time to recharge and prioritise yourself! You've done so well keeping up with all these things you need to do, now it's time for some me time! Do whatever it is you need to do to relax, wind-down, decrease your anxiety, and just forget about the pressure of life for a little bit. It could be watching a movie or some videos, playing a game, reading a book, writing something, enjoying some self care, eating some tasty food, whatever it is. It's important to remember to worry about yourself after you've spent a whole day worrying about your work.

And that's my guide to prioritising! I hope this helps you with planning out your workload and making schedules!

[sonicphobia0601]

Mom. If you are reading this, I'm not happy with you. In fact, it's time for me to publicly address this. I have let you control me for too long.

You constantly have the same conversation every time one thing gets forgotten (and guess what!? I sometimes forget shit and then remember afterwards and fucking fix it). I have been on top of my chores consistently. And it's always you blaming everything on the phone and gaming. You are the same person who gave me AN HOUR LONG LECTURE on pronouns when I came out as being pan last year.

Well, guess what? Gaming is therapy for me and serves as a way for me to bond with people. And I love posting stuff online. Gaming kept me SANE during COVID. And I haven't gamed much during my college days. Because I was too goddamn tired and busy with chores and schoolwork. And CHORES ALWAYS COME FUCKING FIRST.

Not like you fucking care. Because you don't because it doesn't fit your view. You just constantly shit on me and say that I prioritize gaming over chores when it's not true. You constantly threaten to shut down the Internet even when shit does get done. Then you talk about every damn instance where gaming is bad while ignoring the obvious.

I have a growing following and close friends because I game. I found myself in gaming.

When you shut down the Internet, you are cutting me off from shit I love. You cut me off from friends, whether IRL or online. You're alienating me from my friends, which is just as bad as forgetting a chore if not worse. I still have depression.

The fact that anything gets DONE period is a fuckin miracle for me. You say that it takes an hour to get chores done. That's true... If you are not autistic. But it takes me more than an hour to get shit done. Sometimes it takes 30 minutes to water your precious plants. It takes me an hour to sweep, while it takes YOU 15 minutes tops. That's an hour thirty on me already. It takes me 20 minutes to switch and fold laundry. It takes you 5 minutes max. It takes 30 minutes to do dishes including hand washing. There. Two hours of chores. And you said it takes an hour to just plow through. Well, I plow for two hours and I get exhausted. Why? Because I'm not listening to anything. The dogs walk takes 10 songs. So that's thirty minutes per walk. I walk them in the morning and evening. And when the dog talks. So there's at least another hour. So three hours and then some worth of chores.

I have a good work ethic and you have the audacity to call me lazy.

In fact, because you are putting me on a high and unrealistic pedestal, I don't want to live with you anymore. I am telling you to move me in a group home. I'm tired of you constantly threatening my mental health and my social health. I'm tired of being on deck for you. I have had enough. I want you to move me out in a group home before I'm 25.

I'm posting this on Facebook too.

To give you insight on how much of a positive impact my gaming stuff gives to me:

600+ people are subscribed to my YouTube channel.

Nearly 6,000 people saw my recent Barnaby edit on Twitter. The game I love reposted it on their Twitter.

I have made plenty of friends here on my Tumblr account.

Sounds like nothing to you but it means a lot to me. And my depression started depleting when I finally made the step to be myself online. So, you want to be controlling? Guess what? You're just trying to control me to the point where I could break. Your controlling nature is going to kill me.

You made it clear that I am not trans (you made it clear that I can't be a boy even though I hate being a girl but will dress girly because I have body issues that I don't tell anyone because of the tumor you got). I hate being a girl because that might mean I'm weak. So guess what!? I will see myself as a person: not a man and definitely not a woman. If you are saying that I am a girl based on parts I was BORN with, can I just say "disgusting!"? And guess what!? I don't really feel any sexual attraction. I might decide to be gender fluid for the singular purpose of pissing you off.

Trans people (people who don't like their assigned gender at birth and have surgery to get in tune with their souls or their feelings) are NOT confused. And if you want to try to go off on me ON TUMBLR, be my guest. You now know my Tumblr account. I want your conservatorship to be DONE. You claim to be looking out for my best interests but I don't really feel that every time you threaten to cut me off from my friends. I think you are looking for control.

You tell me not to put my dirty laundry online but if it's threatening my livelihood and threatening my social life I am going to say something about it.

And I will change my profile to match my Tumblr out of spite on Facebook.

[dfroggofarson]

well, well, well, if it isn't miss too-busy-to-actually-write-the-sequel but-not-too-busy-to-daydream-about-it-24/7.

guess what, it is.

i wrote it. it's 1200+ words. a petite long for a oneshot. but you made me do it, you can only blame yourselves.

by the way, i never expected to get so much love and attention on my previous post, A betrayal so deep... (you can read it here) so i originally planned it to be a small oneshot. but someone's clearly had other intentions, so what can i do if not humbly fulfilling @sweetistic, @looking4regi, @angryhope, @thenyxsky, and @etherisy's request?

you all are amazing. and that goes for everyone who noted on it. seriously, thank you, guys.

so, i won't take any more of your time. requests are sill open ofc :3

enjoy! ^^

... and a grave burglarized.

A betrayal so deep... part 2.

"Hahaha!"

"On your left! He's got it!"

"You'll never catch me! Haha!"

Ugh. Children.

The wanderer grimaced. Here, in a no-name village in the west of Fontaine, he had to handle some unfinished business. But he arrived a bit too early, and now, he had to wait.

Him. Waiting for a pityful criminal.

What a miserable turn of tables.

Scaramouche had plenty of time, since Pierro told him to wait for the perfect moment to strike down. It was an easy job, but it had to be handled perfectly, that's why he sent the Balladeer to fulfill it. He would rather accept a quest more... worthy for his powers, but since it was one of his first jobs, he could not decline it.

And that's how he ended up, amongst a group of playing children.

Suddenly, out of knowhere, an object appeared in his sight. It was flying straight toward his head. Of course, he was no fool, he caught it with his right hand.

It was a red ball.

He slowly looked at the children, now silent and still. There were five, all of them looking scared and hesitant. Good.

He scoffed. Oh, these human children. So fragile and ignorant.

"Excuse me, mister. You look strong. What is your secret?"

He looked down to his left, with a slightly surprised face, where another child stood. Blinking with their huge eyes, staring at him. He barely even noticed when they came there.

"What?" He asked. The child blinked again.

"You look so strong! You caught that ball single-handedly and you didn't even look. What is your secret? How are you so strong?"

He frowned.

There was something... disturbing in that kid's aura. Not the appearance and not the looks, but... something he couldn't explain.

"Here, the ball. Now, go away," he said, tossing the toy to the unknown's hands. They dropped it.

"I don't need the ball, it's theirs," they pointed at the direction of the terrified children. "They never let me play with them. I'm always alone, so I need to be stronger to protect myself."

Scaramouche scoffed.

"Haven't you learned something from life already, huh?" He shook his head with a sarcastic smile. "Well then, I'll tell you."

The child, not older than thirteen or maybe fourteen, leaned closer with sparkling eyes. The wanderer smirked.

"Or maybe I just won't."

The kid gasped.

"Hey, that's not fair! You promised!"

"Exactly. I promised, and then I didn't do it. That's how life works, kid," Scaramouche replied, dawing his attention from the child to the entrance of a building. A group of people started to crowd infront of it, waiting for the doors to open. Maybe that's the perfect moment.

"But..."

"Good luck," he said, then disappeared.

The kid stared into the place where he was sitting just a moment ago.

No, they won't give up on it. He will find the misterious stranger and makes him say the secret of power! That is the new purpose in life, besides staying alive in this cruel world of careless people.

So they waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The moon was already up on the sky when Scaramouche came out of the building. He wiped a droplet of blood off his face, then continued his lazy walk. The work has been done, perfect as always, and now, all that was left to do is to return to the Harbingers.

"Mister! You're finally here!"

Scaramouche turned around, surprisedly looking at the kid standing behind him. The same he encountered hours ago.

Great. That puts the lid on it, he sighed.

"Leave me alone, kid, or you'll regret it," he said with a warning tone, but the child didn't flinch.

"No, not until you tell me your secret."

"That's not how it goes," he replied, slowly taking a step toward them.

"Then teach me how! Tell me how can I be so powerful like you, and then I'll leave you alone. I promise!"

"Promises worth but trust," he said. "I have no reason to tell you. And I won't reason with you. Go away."

"Please!"

"Ugh. Annoying. No."

Then something strange happened.

The kid vanished in a blink of an eye. Scaramouche sensed them behind his back - and that way he could easily block the kick coming to his left. With a sudden movement of his hand, he grabbed the child's leg, and threw them over his shoulder.

"Are you that desperate? Tch. Pathetic," he shook his head, ready to leave, but a little hand grabbed on his ankle.

"Don't... go," the child whispered.

And at that moment, something in Scaramouche changed.

Seeing a little kid on the pavement, determined to survive and achieve their goal infront of a so powerful being they couldn't even understand the strenght he's wielding. And yet, they are still clinging onto him, because they know that this might be their only chance ever.

They were almost like...

"Damn it."

He shook his ankle, getting their hand off of it. He took a moment to think trough. He knew he's gonna regret it, for the name of the Gods. But...

"Get up, kid. Now."

The child perked up their head in shock. They remained silent for a moment, not processing the words he said.

"Really?"

"I'm not going to repeat myself. Come or stay here for the rest of your hopeless life," he said, voice cold as ice. "And don't think your survival and happyness will be guaranteed."

Still in complete shock, the child stood up, their body shaking a bit, but they didn't care. It was their chance to learn how to stay alive - and how to be the strongest.

At least, that was what they tought.

} > -- • -- < {

Darkness.

Endless, blinding, painful, suffocating darkness.

Nowhere to hide from it, no way to beat it, and not a chance to survive it. The only question was when, not what if.

Just let it end. Let it be over. Please...

You were down there, in your own grave with your name not even engraved on it, for the Archons know how long. And all you could do was to pray silently.

Pray for a quick death, a less painful death.

But your prayers were not listened. And soon enough, you lost track of time. No matter how loudly you screamed, banged your hands on your coffin's top until they started to bleed, or how humbly you promised everything to the Archons, Gods, or whoever listens - the darkness never left.

You gave up.

Just let it end already.

Just let it...

Then, suddenly, hope smiled on you.

You gasped for air. The sudden light of Moon blinded your sensitive eyes. Having no idea of how long have you been inside, you have never been happier in your entire life about a sip of clear air - until someone grabbed on your throat.

"Oh, you're still alive? Aren't you an interesting puppet."

You couldn't process what was going on, you were still dizzy and miserable. But your instincts worked instead of you while trying to free yourself from the tight sqeeze, arms and legs flying. Someone lifted you out of the soil, and now they're holding you up in the air.

You slowly realized you didn't even have enough force to hit the hand that held you hostile. Even tough you were drain, hot tears began to run down your cheeks.

You were powerless. Pathetic. Never strong enough.

"Aww, dont cry...!" Another hand wiped your tears down so gently, while the other sqeezed even harder on your throat. "Aren't you happy to see me yet again? Because I am!"

Childe cracked a wide, innocent smile.

But you knew very well that it had to do nothing with innocence.

"You and I are gonna have so much fun together!"

[bunglegaydogs]

Hiiii I'm just sending an ask because they're all different posts (read : I'm lazy) so please don't mind me lol

First and foremost, YOU ARE AMAZING AT EXPRESSING YOUR THOUGHTS AND YOUR ESSAYS ARE ALWAYS SO NUANCED?? SO YOU SAYING THAT WAS A HUGE COMPLIMENT OMG- I love reading your bsd essays so much and it's just now that I realised that they're all your essays abaammw some of the best in the fandom really. I'm always baffled when in the middle of an essay you go "I may not be articulating my thoughts right" or "this is kind of just put together" because girl you're amazing! Never stop writing these please ajajahsbw ALSO! Hearing your little thoughts and feelings pop up in the middle of an essay makes it so endearing to me. Like, that's a whole ass person writing these many words just to express how much they like this show and they're so adorable! (So sorry if that's offensive idk if calling someone adorable is)

Also, completely unrelated lol but this is exactly why I prefer to ask people questions instead of googling! Knowing that the person explaining is a human has their own opinions and hearing their feelings and experiences is so much more better and relatable than reading stuff off a Google website. Also your pfp is the cutest everyone has cute pfps nowadays 😭 anyways yes cute pfp :D

Actually getting to the point now:

1) yes yes Oda and Dazai's relationship is so dear to me I love them sm and I adore seeing Atsushi all caring for his mentor 😭 he's basically Dazai's emotional support cat!! Dazai let the boy in please I'm begging you he can purr probably and it would melt away your stress pls pls (Maybe everyone in the ADA sees Atsushi as their emotional support cat...)

2) Mori is a piece a shit, and you should be allowed to say it. I'm never biased in my writing but I loathe that guy with my very being and the whole people who like Mori thing really got me reconsidering...was *I* the bad guy for not liking a character when I actively liked a character very similar to him? Then I realised, I completely respect and treat equally all the people who don't like/hate Dazai. I don't treat them any different just because they don't like a character. And that's what I should expect too!

There's no post defending Dazai, and yet I still like him because I accept his wrongdoings and want him to keep getting better, like Oda told him to. Yknow, the argument would be MUCH different if Dazai was a woman and not a man, imagine bashing someone for liking a teen girl and not liking the guy who groomed her to be his heir. Yeah, really puts things into perspective. I'm not sexist, I treat (respectful) men and women equally, but Mori is just. No.

3) I haven't see it before in any canon source material but I feel like it's definitely true. It's clear that Dazai WANTS to want to keep living, but he can't bring himself to want it because of all the pain he's endured. He literally said in dark era that the reason he joined the mafia was to try and seek meaning in life by being close to death and violence. It's ironic, Dazai feels the most alive when he's about to LOSE that privilege. It could also mean that Dazai only realises the "value" in living when he's about to lose it. Perhaps he thinks of things he could've done, things he'll regret, and that helps him to stop before he actually does it. But in my opinion? I don't think he finds anything of worth in that time. He just convinces himself that he does. This is a personal hc but it's probably likely to be the case.

If you've listened to the song My R, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.(totally recommend btw!).The girl in the song speaks to herself about her woes and the 'other' version of her comforts her telling her about all the things that she DOES have, but by the end of the song, she has lost everything of meaning and she can't comfort the "girl". It is only revealed that the girls she comforted are different versions of HERSELF that she stopped from jumping.

Anyways, in conclusion, SOMEBODY PLEASE GIVE THIS BOY A HUG HE DESERVES IT

oh my god oh my god oh my god

i am sat here on the verge of TEARS in my goddamn chuuya cosplay

okay okay give me a second i need to collect myself

you are singlehandedly the SWEETEST person ever im sobbing

literally i cant- thank you so fucking much! you dont understand how much this all means to me WOWOWOWOW <33333333

literally, my brain doesnt let me consume my content positively and so i always think that theyre quite bad or that im the only person who thinks that or that im saying all the wrong things lol

i have so many words and thoughts floating around in my little brain that i just cant find the words for, so thats honestly what those rants are, my delusional 4am thought processes when i deep things too much

and YOU THINK??? genuinely, thank you!!! i love reading people's essays and thoughts, so hearing you say that genuinely just warms my absolute heart <3

and yes yes i do get quite sidetracked very often and start just rambling and adding my own personal twists- genuinely i thought that was annoying for people to read, but you're just putting a big smile on my face right now :) and PLS DONT THINK CALLING ME ADORABLE IS OFFENSIVE I LITERALLY GIGGLED READING THAT SHIT FR. <333

i like to add personal experiences and thoughts into it, just to get my point across, put it into an irl perspective and let people also relate and see what im getting at. (unfortunately) i have the same experiences as most of these characters, and so that is why they're so dear to me and why i get very defensive and passionate writing about them!

and yes! getting your answers and stuff from irl people instead of strange irrelevant responses is much more preferred lol. it's more raw and in depth and definitely a lot more personal! and thank you so much!!! it's genuinely one of my favourite dazai panels istg hes such a pretty mf

1.) i love love LOVE their dynamic, i think it's one of my favourites in the show along with skk and ranpo and yosano. it really fucking hits hard, as all family dynamics do with me fr, idk what it is about them, they just get me. and yes!!! i love when atsushi shows that he cares for dazai it MAKES ME FEEL NICE <3 and that's so real oh my god hes a tiger please PLEASE he can fucking PURR (there was a tumblr post i saw, i can try and find it but it made me actually cry laughing)

THIS ONE i was fucking howling but yes! their relationship is also one that really really gets to me! and yes, he is just the ada's support cat, it's canon, i'm ranpo's sweets

2.) thank you thank you THANK YOU mori is an actual degenerate human being. he's not made to be liked or appreciated or revered, it's just fucking AEUGH. i'm not going to demonise the people who enjoy him as a character, but seriously, it's a big red flag to overlook the canon pedophilia. i saw someone make a defense against him saying "yes, but he's never actually touched kids, so that doesn't mean anything" SORRY? they also went on to say that he "restrains himself" from having pedophilic thoughts with elise, and basically praised him for that. needless to say, it got me feeling fucking icky. and yes! i feel exactly the same. i always think that "oh, maybe i'm the awful one for not liking him? am i bad?" even though, no, i'm perfectly fine thinking that way and i am allowed to think that way. and exactly again! dazai is my favourite character, but i recognise his flaws and his mistakes and don't forgive them. but he's actively trying to "be a better person" (i say this in quotation marks because dazai sees everything he does as inevitably pointless, but still wishes to uphold oda's dying words. i am definitely going to make a post about this in the near future lol) and i dont make my analyses biased towards him, and i stay on neutral ground UNLESS personal opinion comes up, to which i then say that it's my personal opinion, not fact, and that it's anybody's choice to think however they want. if somebody doesn't like dazai; okay! i'm interested in talking with them, and we can both talk about things we're very passionate about and have healthy conversations! unlike some people i have seen on reddit, goddamn. but no, we're not the bad people for hating that knobhead fr. we should all treat and be treated the same as any other fan in the fandom and get along, and i wish we could ALL do that in non-toxic ways. 99% of this fandom are the loveliest people ever, but that 1% just needs to get a grip like omg. we should treat others how we want to be treated, regardless of who favours what ship and who likes what character. and real!!! if gender roles were reversed for dazai, this would be much more problematic, and that's upsetting! dw dw, i dont think its sexist, i think its putting things into perspective bc, either way, its shitty how he was treated. i fucking hate mori. whenever i see people defending him to like, the bone, like not getting into a decent discussion and being civil but instead bashing everyone who says otherwise and completely overlooking the abuse, manipulation, grooming, pedophilia and just him as a sick and twisted person in general, it just really irks me. as someone who has in fact had to deal with separate strands of abuse including many fucking counts of sexual abuse and pedophilia, it disgusts me seeing people overlooking it and it makes me feel fucking sick. that shit is not just something to be overlooked because of the fact that you enjoy mori as a character, he's not supposed to be a character that's consumed positively, he's a bad guy. a lot of characters in bsd are morally grey, but mori is just fucking morally black. he's downright evil.

(TW for suicide and self harm next btw :) )

3.) yes yes yessss!!! again, bringing personal stuff into it, i deal heavily with the whole topic of suicide and self harm. i've attempted twice and still deal with thoughts of it every single day, as well as self harm. so, this is one of my main reasons of dazai being my absolute favourite character, because of the representation and actual presentation of these topics. at first, we're shown them in a whimsical and whacky way, then it gets so much darker once we get into the dark era. it's a complete tonal shift, and it really sets in the gravity of the situation for him. and, as you said, he wants to have that ability to want to keep going and living, and he wants to be able to put the effort in, but he can't/ he physically cannot. as much as he would want to try, he can't. and yes, when he said that it fucking BROKE me fr. just at the chance that he's not able to keep living on anymore as a human is the one thing that keeps him alive, i fucking love asagiri's writing, it's so complex and beautiful. and its so so so real!!! youre literally right idc lmao. youve so eloquently said it im crying, youre putting all my thoughts into words <3

and yes!!! i have listened to the song, i absolutely LOVE it! and i never fail to think of dazai whenever i listen to it </3 and, i also think it's very very much like dazai, because of the multiple different versions we see of him too. chuuya hasn't exactly changed much, but he has gone through some very very complex and deep character developments, such as in fifteen and stormbringer. hes a lot more "tame" and respectful now, and a lot more mature. (except with dazai lmao) aku, we see he's changed slightly thanks to atsushi, but still no major character fucking flip arounds. all these characters we've watched slowly become better and more complex throughout the series. dazai? he just does 180s every single fucking year. hes different at 14 and 15 than he is at 18. hes different at 18 than he is at 20-22. and the different faces he puts on for each and every person, all his masks that he has. there's much variety to dazai; you never know what you'll get. there's so many different sides to him, because he doesn't know who he is. as odasaku saw him, "a lost child crying out". no matter the age, no matter the state, dazai is always going to be harbouring that broken child with him, trying to hide it and build up walls around it, because the only time he's ever shown it, he's gotten hurt or betrayed and lost some key figures in his life. trust issues much?

anyways i am sorry i am sorry i rambled too much lmao

in conclusion, YES, GIVE HIM A FUCKING HUG OH MY GOD PLEASE I JUST NEED SOMEONE TO HUG HIM PLS GOD LET ATSUSHI GIVE HIM A BIG HUG WHEN HE COMES OUT OF MEURSAULT I SWEAR-

thank you so so so SO much for your kind words!!! sweetest person EVER fr <333333

thank you my love!!! /p have a lovely day/night :) <3

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I am crying internally from these collaborating events like 1000% and QN, because the score is almost totally dependent on the cards your random matching teammates use. I play near perfect combo games with a maxed out UR, and someone’s level 10 R card causes the score to be nearly missing S grade (which is insane). I’ve had to abort games sometimes because of the poor team matchup, otherwise LP and items are wasted. It feels mean to be annoyed at this but I also feel like strategically, people can do better. At this point in the game, unless they’re fully new, everyone should know how score multipliers work and use the card with most helpful stats for collaboration, since it also maximises their own event points.

I feel you anon. It wasn't too bad with Starish since it was still 7 card teams and a lot of people had at least 1 half decent Starish card they were using. I also didn't notice it as much because having a Starish starter UR, I was using and getting the event bonus points too. So even if half my teammates were using Rs or a weak SR, it wasn't too noticeable (and I would've only done slightly better with my own team anyway). I completed that event easy peasy with days to spare.

But QN only giving us teams of 4, and less boys total means in theory less players have ANY good cards of them so early on. I thought, and maybe Broccoli thought, QNs extreme popularity might balance it out, but it clearly didn't. So our teams are weak, and 4 cards is just gonna be crappier. And so many people clearly don't even have a QN SR! Because they haven't pulled much and/or they've been unlucky. And that's fair! But our points are lower, less of us are probably seeing event boosts. (I've been a bit lazy) So if you're not someone with a QN UR or going nuts on the event, it's taking a bit more effort than Starish did!

People probably should've spent more resources on leveling up whatever R they're using for sure to help where they can. But resources are slim still so I kinda get not wanting to spend them.

And if you're using weak cards per boy to fill out the missions, you don't have to play the event song to do those! Easiest and quickest way to not make yourself and others suffer, go to a different song (or even the non-event version of Quartet Night) and make a team of QN (fill the other slots as you please) and play on 0 lp the 5 times needed. Or you can use lp if you want but non-event songs are worth less so maybe don't. You'll get through the missions in only 5 plays instead of 20 that way, and then you can focus on using your strongest card only for the event song!!!

I do still like these collab events though? They're cute and still not too hard (no event has been yet). I do like the idea of each player representing a boy and picking the costume. And the slight competitiveness of the badges or whatever in the end. It just needs some tweaking to how the points work, especially for QN. But again, with how low the bar is for event points, like even with crappy teams it takes some half decently consistent playing to finish out. So doubt they'll do much tweaking if any unless they change the points ladder.

Also! While these early ones suck, once we get later in the game. More boys get events and we all get the free UR from them. We do more pulls and get more URs we wanted, or didn't. Inevitably fill out our collection or initial URs that I hope to god always have a slight boost in events like they do now because that would be so nice. Then eventually everyone will always have at least one decent card per group and it won't be so bad!

Also also, I totally see where you're coming from. People in theory should know better on how the event and game works by now. But also, it's the second of this event type, 3rd event total, and the game has been out for a month and a half. Some people are still gonna be new, or not paying attention, or have bad reading comprehension, or in the case of international fans playing, can't read it and didn't look up any explanation. There are plenty of guides out there if anyone reading this does want to get more efficient/effective/whatever at playing the game! But like, give people time. I know it's frustrating. Again I'm also annoyed because like, I in theory could be done with the event by now! (I'm over 100k points but not at the 150k cap yet) But like it's okay. It's easy. It's early. There's no tiering at all in this event type. Calm down and just keep playing. Don't let your lp fill if you can help it and play only at 2 lp max if you wanna maximize points. 3-5lp are not terrible options either. And it looks like they even buffed 10lp so people in a pinch with no time are less screwed over.

I've rambled (per usual) but like. I feel you. It's annoying. But hey! People will get better over time and Broccoli will probably (hopefully) tweak things! In the mean time, I believe in you! You'll make it through! I wish you luck with better teammates!

[agentnatesewell]

hey there! generally speaking I'd come off anon for this but it's been a while since I've properly been on tumblr and I'm too lazy to recover my login info lol. but anyway, I just wanted to say that I really enjoy your blog and it's always a pleasure to read your thoughts and theories about N, as a fellow N mancer! hence why I'm sending you this ask, I haven't seen anyone bring this up yet so I'd love to know your thoughts!

but to get to the actual point of the ask, I've been replaying the N route in book 3 and exploring different choices and picked up on something interesting, I think. 👀 so when you're on the "no one learnt about the supernatural" branch, if you're sober when you come back to the warehouse, you can kiss N. and it really piqued my attention because the text describes the kiss as tasting metallic, which I feel was definitely an intentional choice of words. especially because from what I've noticed, Mishka generally doesn't often include descriptions of how the detective's LI "tastes" when describing kiss scenes and usually the descriptions focus on other sensations and emotions. in addition to this, the other aspect that really made me go hmm here is also the fact that if you ask N what they've been doing while waiting for the detective to come back, they ofc deflect the question and turn on the charm/suaveness and say something along the lines of "even a vampire has to have secrets".

so both of these little things combined really makes me wonder wtf they were doing?? now of course I'm not trying to jump to any nefarious or malicious conclusions or anything like that lol. but it's still definitely something to think about. like idk I wonder if they were drinking blood or doing something with blood?? it could be nothing ofc but I just can't seem to let go of the description of the metallic tasting kiss, it's been on my mind since I read that scene and it definitely feels like a very purposeful hint for something, I just don't know what. now I feel mildly unsettled lol, who knows what N route, X tier related angst Mishka has in store for us!! but idk maybe I'm also just focusing on it too much and overthinking stuff haha.

Hello friend!! If you ever do log in, please drop me a message! Thank you so much for being so lovely and nice! So happy you like the blog - crying about N is seriously one of my favorite things to do.

Going to put my answer being a cut since it’s long + spoilers

It’s so cool that upon replaying and trying the routes, that there are all of these pieces that really start coming together to create this multifaceted story. I’ve only done the Verda dinner with N, Tina dinner with A, and Verda/Tina with F (so, will be a similar scene to what you got! Curious how it’ll go with F). Luckily, a friend had sent me some screenshots of your detective comes home drunk so I do have some context!

I like where you’re going with this, I do the same thing - look at anything for a clue to what their tier x power is. And definitely see where you’re going here!

It seems to me that the detective caught N post-meal (and maybe slipping a bit, blood tastes differently to them, like something pleasant vs the more metallic taste the detective tasted). And N’s kiss was described in the beginning of the book but you’re so right, the way the kisses taste isn’t necessarily a feature of the scene. So, I think you’re also right that it’s deliberate - that usually N tastes like nectar but in this scene, they taste metallic.

With N’s whole … discomfort of being seen/known as a vampire, their wish for humanity and to be seen as human, I can see how maybe they’d not want to being up that their dinner was actually what is necessary to sustain them - their half ration of blood (they were hungry!). Now, we did have the breakfast scene but I’ve never noticed how N drank their blood (tell me where I’m missing it though! Just haven’t seen it!) … F is made to put it in a glass, A in the wine glass, M out of the pouch, but N? Idk!

And I think it pulled into their whole conversation about being a mystery and having their secrets (if you got that in your version!) … something they’re just not ready to fully commit to and share with the detective YET. Which is a parallel to speaking with Verda and Tina about it at dinner time. Since they were asked, and they were willing to answer the really uncomfortable questions to help the detective and their friend.

All such good thoughts!! Thank you so much for sharing them with me! It was really fun to think about. Let me know or you have anymore things to discuss! Hope you’re having a great day!

[chris498cc12]

I KNOW I HAVENT POSTED IN FOREVER!! I'm still not even done with the x reader I'm totally working on right now. (I'm lazy okay-) but it'll come eventually til then. Take this! Farmer Y/n befriends minecraft slim! ^^ I already did the enderman might as well do the slim. If you haven't seen it, go check it out pls! >w<

Now thinking about it, this is a part 2, you don't really have to read part 1 to understand part 2, but it would be good to see part 1 before part 2-

You were exploring finding animals, fruits, and villages until you realized you're lost (again-) you're normally lost all the time and leave a trail of torches or blocks of dirt to go back home BUTT you forgot to do that this time (total bummer) so you started to do it by memory and just hope for the best 'I hope I find my house, SHITTT I had so many things!!' As you ran looking for your house, you noticed it was beginning to turn nightfall, meaning monsters. After you decided not to kill animals and just farm, you stopped carrying a sword cause, why would ya need it if you dont really go to fight monsters and or players? You continue to run and start sprinting until you get hit with an arrow by a skeleton on your leg causing you to fall "FUCK!!" you fall rolling over hissing at the pain hearing the skeleton come closer to shoot you. You have no time to cry over the pain in your leg. If you want to live another day, you have to go NOW "shit shit shit shit..." You mumbled in pain, crawling as blood rand down the part of your leg that got hit with the arrow as you find a tree to hide behind from the skeleton. You quickly hid behind there hoping the skeleton didn't see you as you shut your mouth gagging yourself with some bread taking the arrow out your leg, you cried out but it came out muffled by the bread as you chewed on the bread swallowing it slightly healing your pain.

The skeleton doesn't seem to know where you are, causing you to sigh in relief and quickly craft a wooden sword. It's not the best but it would have to do. You get up slowly, slowly hissing at the pain in your leg that still somehwat hurted, not as much as before but still hurted. You slowly start to walk/hop away, trying to find your house as soon as possible, but end up finding a slim (how unlucky are you?) You pointed the sword at the slim that didn't seem to want to murder you (surprisingly-) but you were to scared to notice that so you continue to stand guard and ready to attack. You stab the slim, causing the sword to get swallowed up by the slim (damn- you lost your sword) now you had nothing, other than bread and fruits. The slim slowly hopped over tords you causing you to freak out and throw a bread at them.

They stop and swallow the bread. Little hearts appear on top of their heads, causing you to raise an eyebrow at this. They quickly hopped over to you, making little nobs as an arm and hand hugging you. (Thank God the slims can make theirself solid and slimy when they want to, or you would be sticky asf-) You slowly hug them back, finally calming down smiling at the slims affection 'awww this is cute in a odd way, never new I can befriend slims. Then again, I befriended an enderman-' the slim wiggles then becomes multiple slimes, one going on the top fo your head, two on your shoulders, one in your hands and the other on the ground hopping away. It seems like it wants you to follow em.

You quickly get up, still caring them mind you, and following the one hoping away leading you somewhere. Not even 2 minutes later, they lead you to your house. "MY HOUSE WAS RIGHT HERE!!???!!!"

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Food Fight

Enjoy this rambling.

Feel free to send me Eddie requests!

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Eddie keeps clean old clothes in the back of his van. He does so for reasons--some of the pure laziness, some of them out of necessity.

You and him have been friends for years, since middle school. You don't really have a crowd and while you get along with Eddie's friends as you've always just sort of floated throughout your school friends. You hang out at the Hellfire lunch table most days but other days you duck away to the library and read in there when you're overwhelmed.

And as long as you've known Eddie, Eddie's known your sibling. They're three years younger and cling to you like a life raft, which means by default Eddie adopts them too. They're a little bewitched by Eddie sometimes. The boisterous personality can be like a magnet. But they're still a little shy and don't cause much fuss at all. Once you graduate, and Eddie repeats his senior year for the first time, he makes a point to let them know if they ever need him to go to the nurse's office and have her ask for him. He does share his schedule, should it ever become a necessity that they find him directly.

The school nurse is nice and Eddie gets along with her the most.

Eddie's trying not to gauge his eyes out in biology. He gets the material, but he's antsy. He's always needed to get up throughout any extended periods of time to help him concentrate. Mr. Smith is not a forgiving man and so Eddie sits in the back leg shaking, tapping his fingers and rings to the table, trying to get his brain to actually cut through the noise of random thoughts--laundry, get some grocery, band practice, ice cream sounds good.

A knock sounds at the door. The entire classroom snaps their attention to the door and there at the door is another student. A yellow pass in their hands--Eddie knows that pass anywhere. "Eddie Munson--is he in this class?" the kid asks.

Eddie's up and out of his seat and crossing the room. "He is. What's the reason? Is that a nurse pass?" Mr. Smith interrogates.

Eddie's at the door of the room, polite as he can, to squeeze by Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith is holding the pass up to the light as if to try and inspect the signature. "Mr. Munson, I haven't released you yet."

"The nurse--she needs him," the kid states. "Said it was an emergency."

"Mr. Munson!" Mr. Smith calls out to the back of Eddie. He's halfway done the hallway now. "Mr. Munson, I haven't released you yet!"

Eddie spins. "You don't need to. The nurse did." He has to resist the urger throw the biology teacher the middle finger. He turns back around and round the corner. "Bastard," Eddie adds under his breath.

The nurse, an angel literally sent to spare Eddie's sanity, never calls for him. She usually only covers for Eddie when he really needs it, or when his fingers have bled through the last of the bandaids at home because of hours on the guitar. It's a mutual relationship, but Eddie's never the one needed. But there is one person that would call for him--your sibling.

He breaks into a run through the last corridor and skids barely to a stop at the door. His entrancedis breathless. The front desk is empty but he knows there's another room and he steps through and knocks on the second door. The nurse creaks it just a little and she smiles when she spots Eddie. "Are you behaving Edward?" It's an inside joke.

"Barely," Eddie returns, just remembering his mandatory response. "What's going on?" he asks, eyes flickering to see beyond the door that's not even fully open just yet.

The door opens soon after and your sibling is sitting hunched over in Hawkins gym clothes. "Kid," Eddie whispers, stepping in closer and squats down in front of them. "What the hell happened?"

"I have first lunch this year," they whisper and it comes out scratchy. There's only two lunches for the entirety of the school. Eddie'd always been blessed with the second one, which meant that if he wanted he could skip the class immediately after lunch easily. "And some-some of the," a small sob cracks their chest. "I just wanted to sit at a table," they cry.

Eddie brings them into his chest. "Hey, hey, I got you."

"They dumped a trash can on me. All because I told them to shut up about all the shit they talk. They were trying to start shit about you and your friends."

Eddie laughs, softly. Noticing small bits of corn still in their hair. He picks it out without thought. "You defending my honor? How lucky am I?"

Another sob racks their frame against Eddie's chest. "God, I hate it here."

"Yeah, yeah it's ass." He lets them shake against him as much as needed. "Thank you--for sticking up for me. Do you want something else to wear? Then I can take you home? You can get cleaned up."

"I-I don't have anything else."

"I've got a couple things in the back of my van." The short sleeves of the gym shirt won't do much against the stiffening breeze of November. "What about just a flannel? Just to keep you warm?"

They nod. "Thanks, Eddie."

"Of course, kid. I'll be back in a second, alright." Another nod and Eddie and the nurse exit the room. Eddie's hands are shaking and he's not sure he's seeing the room really at all.

"It's some of the kids on junior varsity," the nurse says quietly. She reaches for her stack of yellow passes. The sound of her pen clicking cuts through the anger just enough to keep Eddie's eye from twitching. "Wouldn't give names and I'm not necessarily looking forward to tending to some black eyes, but I for one wouldn't say anything if a couple came through."

Eddie takes the yellow note--his pass to get to this car and back with minimal harassment. "More than a couple," he mutters and then looks back to the second door. Your sibling's more important than a witch hunt, for right now. He goes back to his van and opens the box. It's mostly his stuff that doesn't really fit anymore but is still in good shape. There's someone that could use it or something he could use the clothes for. So he keeps them, tucked here, in the van. Occasionally when they're worried about the water bill, Eddie sneaks into this box to find something to stretch out until they're sure.

He finds the orange shirt and tugs at the collar. Still clean--no holes. It's a tad cold so Eddie slips it close to the chest, under the jackets, to hopefully warm it up.

When he returns back into the building he takes a detour. The side door the cafeteria is only a few feet from the nurse's office. It doesn't have to be a witch hunt if he can create a pointed list of fuckers that deserve their skulls bashed in. He pokes his head in and spots a couple older basketball players with their junior varsity counterparts like lap dogs. Simmons, Blackard, Hunt, and Peterson, they're closing in on crossing the threshold to varsity and would have every reason to prove loyalty.

Eddie tries to get a little closer to their table without being spotted and leans up against one of the pillars.

"Yeah, but my mom's still going to be pissed about the pudding in my shirt." It's Simmons' voice. Eddie knows that much--he can pick the squeaky voice out anywhere.

Pudding? Why would any of them have pudding in their clothes?

"It was a lucky shot, no worries and it's not going to stain."

It's all Eddie needs to hear before he slips out and back into the nurses office. Eddie knocks on the second door before cracking open the door. They're still hunched over, hands rubbing over their arms.

"Cold?" Eddie asks. He squats back down to drape the orange shirt over their shoulders.

"For a second I thought about punching one of them. There were too many and I knew I'd lose, but god, I wanted to."

"I heard you got a good sling in with some pudding."

They scoff. "Something like that." The pair get sorted--backpacks sorted--and Eddie leads them out of the building. The drive to your home is short. It's too short, because as Eddie watches that your sibling gets inside safely and they give a thumbs up from their bedroom window, he thinks he's going back to school and he's going to do the thing they didn't. There's not enough time to think about the consequences.

The hallways are crowded and Eddie rubs at the band of his rings, eyes scanning the faces. Simmons, Blackard, Hunt, Peterson. That's all who he needs to see. Gareth tries to get Eddie's attention but can't seem to hold it. Gareth watches the man fighting up stream with a thin line of angry over his brow and lips.

"Eddie! What happened?"

Simmons, Blackard, Hunt, Peterson.

"Eddie!"

Simmons, Blackard, Hunt, Peterson.

"Dude! Hello!"

Simmons. Eddie shouts out his name and the boy barely has enough time to turn around before his jaw is smacked with a fist. He clatters into the metal lockers.

Blackard. He calls out for Simmons then glances up to see Eddie coming in for another swing. He manages to dodge it, but trips over his own feet and lands on his back. Eddie takes the advantage and delivers a swift kick to his ribs.

Before Eddie can deliver another blow someone's holding him back. He's not sure who's keeping him at bay but he does his best to attempt to get free. Someone--Peterson Eddie guesses--gets a swing at Eddie. It should hurt more but Eddie's own heart is thumping in his ears. More people are jumping into the midst and the fight settles just as quickly as it starts.

It lands him a week of suspension. Eddie doesn't really care. His leg shakes in the seat and the principal yaps on about how Eddie's lucky he talked the boys and his parents down from pressing charges. And it's not like Eddie's not aware of Hopper and legal ramifications. But maybe--just maybe--as the nurse checks his knuckles he thinks there's yet another angel watching over him.

He's supposed to go home. Jeff promised to collect his assignments and drop them off at band practice and then again at the gig at The Hideout. Eddie's supposed to go home and ice his face. But he goes to your house. Your car's brake lights just turn off when he pulls up on the street.

You throw yourself out of the car. Your fingers are shaking as you try and get your keys to work. "Don't shoot," Eddie says.

You jump at the sound of his voice and your keys go clattering to the ground. "Jesus, Eddie!" you huff and pick them up. Eddie climbs the steps behind you and the two of you enter into the house. "What happened? They called me at work and I left so fast to get here."

"Dumb jocks," Eddi returns. "I got them home and I, uh, came by to drop off their homework too." He holds the folder up and you turn to actually look at him paused on the steps.

"Why aren't you at school?" You start back down the stairs and notice the bruise blossoming on his face. "Did you get into a fight?"

Eddie nods. He's never been able to lie to you. "Started it. Junior varsity boys dumped a trashcan on them after they defended me or something. Figured I'd repay the favor."

"Eddie, you dumbass. You could've been arrested." You scurry around him and find a bag of frozen corn out of the freezer. He catches it as you toss it over to him.

"Don't tell them about it," he pleads nodding up to the stairs.

"Does it count if you told me?"

You and Eddie both turn to the voice, not quite expecting the addition of your sibling.

Eddie laughs. "Whoops."

"Did you get into trouble?" they ask--freshly showered and in clean clothes.

Eddie only shrugs. They hold out the flannel to him. "Thanks--for being there. And being an dumbass to start a fight four on one."

"I got two of four," Eddie returns. "Keep it. Fits you better than me anyhow."

You are gentle as you place another bags--frozen peas this time--on Eddie's knuckles. His smile is soft as he asks,, "Do I look tough?"

"You look like a dumbass," the two of you retort in unison.

"Figures."

[tathrin]

What's exactly is an Elf-Lord? I assume that the uncapitalized version is just an elf who holds the title of a Lord.

I don't consider myself any sort of expert on Tolkien's Legendarium (I mean, I haven't even read any of the Unfinished Tales yet, just for baseline starters!) so I am not a good choice to ask this of, tbh. And if you're asking specifically in regards to the way I used it in my fic The Names of My Fathers (which I'm guessing is the case, because I can't think what else I've done or posted recently that involves that particular term; if I'm off-base please feel free to provide more context!) then I should caution you that that was actually the first story I started working on during my recent re-obsession with LotR, and I was sooooo rusty on my Tolkien Canon then that I fucked-up the timeline of the Quenya Ban, for fuck's sake—something I definitely knew better about! So, take the following with an entire shaker of salt is what I'm saying.

Anyway. Elf-lord is a term that crops-up in Tolkien's work (I count seventeen uses in LotR but that's at a quick glance; I may be missing some), but not one that I've ever seen a clear definition on. It seems to be one of those things that falls under a "you know it when you see it" banner. An Elf-lord is an elf of particular power, might, or prominence; someone who can command, whether that be by the strength of their political position, their lineage, or simply their raw power. Someone whom others respect, and whose words carry weight.

Lord, of course, gets used as a term of rank; one could probably assume that any Elf who is called a Lord at any point (Celeborn, for instance) could likewise be described as an Elf-lord—but I don't think it's just a case of "you have x rank, congrats you're an Elf-lord now."

Glorfindel is repeatedly called an Elf-lord, even though he never ruled any lands. He is described to Frodo as being of "a house of princes," so one might claim on those grounds that it's a rank-thing only—but his status as an Elf-lord is also referenced explicitly in regards to the Ringwraiths being "dismayed" to see "an Elf-lord revealed in his wrath," so I think there's a more-than-just-political power aspect to it as well. It's not just about rank; it's also stature, majesty. Power. Any Elf who has a lordship over land or people would be called Lord [name], but would he be called an Elf-lord if he wasn't also mighty on his own merits? Hard to say. (Of course, the fact that those who wield command in Tolkien's stories are almost always people who are mighty, conveniently, muddies those waters a little; we've got aspects of that whole "divine right" thing going on, in a story written by an Englishman! Shocking I know!)

(If you're wondering why I'm only referencing LotR and not the Silmarillion, despite there being way more Elf-lords in the latter, it's because I don't know the Silm off the top of my head well enough to go snag quotes and references without having to actually page through it. Sorry. But we're talking Third/Fourth Age stuff anyway if we're talking about the fic I think we are, so let's say I'm sticking to topically appropriate references rather than being lazy. Shh.)

Anyway. "Elf-lord" also gets used as a comparison term to indicate that someone is particularly great in a particularly elvish way. For instance, after Galadriel arrays him in finery, Aragorn is described like this: "Then more than any king of Men he appeared, and seemed rather an Elf-lord from the Isles of the West." High praise, indeed, and to me the way it's used in that section of the Appendixes is being done to indicate that he is worthy of Arwen, for all that he's a mere mortal. "Not an Elf-lord, but really close! honest!" is basically how it comes off, to me. Likewise Elladan and Elrohir are said to be "fair and gallant as elven-lords." Ergo they do not quite rank the term themselves, because they are peredhil like their father rather than elves, but they are considered to possess comparable greatness.

Conversely, I'm assuming it's not a term that is simply a fancy way of saying elf, because it only seems to be used for elves who merit greater regard than the average. The term is used more than once during the Council of Elrond in reference to some of the elves gathered there to discuss the fate of the Ring in a general way ("What of the Three Tings of the Elves? Very mighty Rings, it is said. Do not the Elf-lords keep them?...I see Elf-lords here. Will they not say?") but not in such a general way as to be referring to just any elves; it seems evident to me that Glóin is using the term to specifically indicate elves of greater-than-average position or might, rather than simply talking about elves as a whole people, although he doesn't specify anyone in particular (since it's a secret who has the Three and he does not know).

Legolas is (unless I've missed an instance somewhere) never referred to as an Elf-lord. When Elrond is discussing who to send with the Fellowship, Gandalf says, "Even if you choose for us an Elf-lord, such as Glorfindel, he could not storm the Dark Tower..." and he says this after Legolas has already been named to the Fellowship as their elvish representative; ergo while once again the text doesn't explicitly state that Legolas doesn't qualify as an Elf-lord, I think it's fair to infer that he isn't considered one; neither Elrond nor Gandalf, at least, think of him an Elf-lord, because they wouldn't have been talking about Glorfindel being an Elf-lord who could theoretically be sent along if the Fellowship already had one Elf-lord in their number.

Indeed, in Appendix E there is a sentence that specifically delineates Elves and Elf-lords as separate, distinct terms: "...the tongue of all those Elves and Elf-lords that appear in this history," Tolkien writes.

So that's how I used it: as not necessarily a specific rank that someone can be given or earn or be appointed to, but as a way of signifying extra respect and might. Hence Legolas's not-exactly-joke that Oropher would probably have called himself an Elf-lord, but that none of the other Elf-lords were likely to have agreed with his claiming the title. Now technically as a king, Oropher would qualify as an Elf-lord...but in that part of the story, I wanted to lean into the lingering bitterness that Mirkwood feels about the disdainful way they feel they were treated during the Last Alliance, and the high price they paid because of it. So, would the Elf-lords who marched to war with Gil-galad have ranked Oropher as one of them, just because he had a bunch of scruffy archers under his command? I mean, they very well might have, even if solely as a gesture of respect—a courtesy title, so to speak. But Legolas wasn't there, so he's just going off the vibes that have endured, and in my take on Green/Mirkwood those vibes are not exactly enthusiastic towards the other elves of Middle-earth; the ones that they think looked down on them and didn't stand by them and left them to fight alone against the Shadow for so long.

Legolas does use the term to refer to his father near the end of the book, when talking about how he's going to ask Thranduil to let him bring some elves from Mirkwood to help spruce-up Minas Tirith; but he says it as "my Elven-lord," rather than just saying "and Thranduil, an Elf-Lord who blah blah..." so it seems in this case to be more about the fact that Thranduil has the rank of a lord over Legolas, being king of Mirkwood, and less that he's an Elf-lord, specifically. Of course, as a king, Thranduil would likely merit the term—but is it one that non-Mirkwood elves would use for their "more dangerous, less wise" kinsmen sitting out there in the half-feral spider-tree kingdom? Hmmm, maybe; he is a king, even if he's not going around tearing down walls with his willpower and chasing the Nazgûl out of Dol Guldur by force of his shiny presence alone...but I think it also probably depends on the situation. If we were talking about "mighty Elf-lords" like Galadriel and Glorfindel? Maybe not so much. If it were a discussion of various elven leaders, including him on behalf of Green/Mirkwood, then he'd have a better shot.

So that's how I see it, anyway. As with any term without a precise definition, there's wiggle-room to interpret it in different ways, clearly. You may look at it completely differently, and that's fine! But you asked for my definition, so there you go.

Oh, also re: capitalization...yeah, that's just called me being inconsistent with capitalization, because Tolkien capitalizes pretty much EVERYTHING and I...don't. I put it down to reading too much other fantasy that doesn't capitalize every use of Elf and Dwarf, and the inconsistency of species capitalization across spec-fic in general. I should capitalize it in Tolkienian fanfiction, because the source material does; but that doesn't come naturally to me when I write those words (as you'll notice when you read this post), so sometimes I remember to do it and sometimes I don't. Sorry for the confusion!

*I invite anyone who knows more about Tolkien minutia to chime-in with their greater knowledge on the Elf-lords subject btw!

[gamergal-ds]

HOW 2 MOD MAD RAT DEAD ON SWITCH! PART 1: MUSIC!

If at any point you need more information or further assistance, drop me an ask or direct message! Even if it's something 'stupid' don't worry, I'll help :)

What you'll need:

A copy of the game in .nsp or .xci format

Switch Explorer

Sonic Audio Tools

VGAudio

Audacity (My recommendation, alternatives may work)

Switch explorer is used to extract the files from the game to be modded

Sonic audio tools is used to extract the .acb archives the songs (.hca files) are packed in, and to pack the files back in

VGAudio is used to convert the .hca files (the actual audio files) to .wav to be opened and edited in audacity, and to convert them back to .hca before being repacked

Lastly, audacity is used to edit the .wav files to put whatever you want into the files, completely replace it's contents or whatever, go wild

Did any of that make sense to you? no? Good, keep reading.

LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!

I'll add like a pastebin link here later with every song's internal number so you can easily find the one you're looking for and extract it, too lazy right now tho :P

Open switch explorer, choose to load up your nsp/xci of the game (file > open) and navigate to data > sound

then, find the song you wish to edit and right click > extract file, then drop it in a good spot for later

Afterwards, open two file explorer windows, one in the sonic audio tools folder and the other where you extracted the .acb file. We do this so you can easily drag the .acb into the ACBeditor.exe found in the sonic audio tools folder:

this will produce a folder in the same directory as the .acb sharing its name, and inside you will find your .hca files:

these are the actual audio files, but we can't edit them yet, because no program knows what to do with a .hca! First, we need to convert them to .wav files, so boot up VGAudio, click open file, pick the .hca file (you need to repeat this process for all 4+ files), choose to convert to WAVE and hit save file.

wherever you saved it, you now have a .wav of the audio file, feel free to give it a listen! If it's just silence, don't worry, some of the songs are like that.

Now these files require a little explanation, the one ending in 0 to 2 are all related to the song's into, opening, and cut scene loops, basically everything you stop hearing once you've started playing the level properly. The file ending in a 3 is the main loop, the part that plays so long as you keep playing through the level. In some rare cases, there will be even more files, or less! I haven't done enough of my own research yet, so you can come to your own conclusions on those, shouldn't be hard to figure out once you get how these work.

Anyways, now that that's outta the way, audacity time! Individually open, edit, and export each .wav you extracted, again as .wav (keep the file name the same!) using audacity, make any changes you want, import other files of any format into it on a new track and remove the original when you're done, whatever, but I recommend keeping the lenght (not filesize) of the audio file the same, idk if the game will have a stroke if it's too long or not long enough. (Also a lot of the song info like BPM is hardcoded so any old song won't work if you just drop it in here, stick to mad rat monday songs for your first edits like I did, those work the best, but do be ready to splice them to extend the main loop (file 3)) (also line it up properly, it can't be off beat from the original, you gotta find a point in the songs where the waveform is similar and use it to line it up exactly right)

This part's kinda all up to you, but I can provide some basic audacity tips specific to your situation if required. Or just general ones, if you can't wrap your head around audacity :P

once they're all edited, use VGAudio to reverse the process, open the .wav files and choose to convert to HCA, and save them, maybe backup the original .hca files instead of replacing them if you want to (i just added an 'og' to the start of the original file's name)

then, remove all the junk from the folder besides the new .hca files you made (or move them to another, identically named folder separately), and drag the folder into the same acbeditor.exe from the sonic audio tools folder, just like you did with the acb the first time. It will pack your folder back into an acb in the same directory as the folder you dragged in (it'll replace the original if you kept them all in the same directory, but don't worry you can just extract the file again if you need the original). Now, we set up the mod!

This part's easy, just make a new folder with the name of your mod, in there make one named romfs, in there make one named data, and in there make one named sound, then drop your new acb file into the sound folder. The mod's done! Drag it into the mod directory on your real switch (idk how that works I don't have a modded switch) or in yuzu right click mad rat dead, choose open mod directory and drop the mod folder in there. Then right click the game, hit properties, and the mod should show up with the name you chose for the top folder. Here's some screenshots for all that:

Tick the box to enable the mod and boot up the game! That's it!

If you need any more help, further assistance, suggestions, anything, just drop me an ask or DM, I'll respond in due time! Additionally, if you have any suggestions or requests for how to improve this guide, let me know with a reply!

Happy modding everyone!

[cruncherzz]

⚠️ SPOILER Warning⚠️ (if you wanna play SOR blind then don't read this)

Shadows of Rose is an objectively bad DLC. You're free to have your own opinions but this is mine. It's a garbage DLC with horrible pacing, exposition, and energy.

I'm gonna start this off by saying one of the first things that stood out with this fucking thing--the Duke. What? The Duke is evil in this DLC?! Woah, why? Literally why, Capcom?! Was he upset that Amazon was running him out of business and took it out on the only able-bodied person around? Motherfucker went from being a tasteful NPC that entertained you with his small one-liners and timing to "Evil Pillsbury Doughboy with a shitty Halloween mask." It baffles the mind as to why he's evil in this for no fucking reason.

Also, why all the Rose's?! WTF? I would've loved to know why there were infinite Rose's just mulling about in this Megamycete Hellscape.

Also, also, Rose is a really annoying protagonist. It might just be because I genuinely don't care about Ethan Winter's and his "saga" anymore but I digress. Her motivation for wanting to get rid of her powers is that she doesn't have friends-- motherfucker, I don't have friends. Deal with it. They haven't posed a serious issue besides being a point of complaint like legitimately this girl's horrible past with her powers boil down to her having "white sweat." Her sweating milk like a platypus is what drives this bitch into going into the consciousness of a being dubbed the "Black God."

Ethan is also really dumb in this. "I called myself Michael because I didn't want to shock you." Omfg dude, she's already in the BLACK GOD'S consciousness and freaking out about dying to these deux ex machina Dementor ripoffs. Tell your fucking daughter who you are??? It really makes me laugh that Capcom still doesn't show his fucking face on screen too. Is he really that ugly? WHEEZE

Okay... the only thing. THE ONLY THING that I semi-enjoyed was seeing Eveline in this--and it's still not a very good encounter. Like, you deal with fighting Eveline specifically for like a minute and then you're done. It's just a repeat of Ethan's bit in RE7 where she shockwaves you backwards a bit and you deal damage to her after. No difference. It's lazy.

I kind of liked the Beneviento house for the horror aspects, I'm personally really terrified of mannequins. I hate them with a mf passion so the dolls and mannequins were a really nice touch.

I didn't like that none of the lords were there, we don't even get a mf backstory for any of them and yet this fucking character that was an infant in RE8 gets her own 3 hour DLC?? Cool. Awesome.

Speaking of the lords, Miranda's back! She also looks just... weird. It's barely noticeable but like... she doesn't look all the way like her normal character design; they fixed how fucking shiny she was from the RE8 game though so that's... good? Girl ain't greasy no more. One thing ticked right then, Capcom.

The final battle. Ooh, the final battle. Hah! ...I actually kinda liked the final battle because I like the animation for Miranda's wings but that's mostly it. I don't care for the speech that Ethan gives Rose about never giving up and all that jazz. Also, despite you only being able to use a certain amount of Rose's power throughout this DLC, because of the power of Moldy Papa speech and plot armor, she now can throw full as fucking trees at this bitch, absorb projectiles, and teleport. Not a joke. Where was this like 40 minutes ago??? It's just... annoying.

Y'know what really annoys me also? The ammo in this game. You actually get less ammo found and given to you in this game then the ammo drops around the Baker house in RE7. Like, "Michael" gives you some because even the game devs know they didn't fucking put much.

And one of the biggest things for me--Mia Winters. Where the actual fuck was Mia fucking Winters? Rosemary Winters mother, y'know, the woman who raised her and loved her?! She is mentioned--guess how many times--fucking once. She is mentioned once in this whole fucking thing. It's mind-boggling. I get on the Wiki for this game, it's established that Rose doesn't see Mia much now that she's grown up and shit. Does that eliminate the right to her having a relationship with the woman though?! Does Capcom just hate this woman?! Mia is mentioned once in a diary entry of Rose's from when she was a kid, it wasn't even directly about Mia. It was about her white fucking milk sweat and her wanting to have friends. Bitch, I could care less about your friend problems and milky skin. I waited this entire DLC for a flashback, a scene, a story with this woman and I got a paragraph from a elementary schooler complaining about side effects of mold puberty and mannequins that resembled Mia slightly that scared the shit outta me. Great work, Capcom. God, I hate this fucking game.

This game is really fucking irritating like... I actually am seething in vc right now with @highlifeboat. Capcom said they'd deliver and they did.

Fucking dogshit.

Absolute fucking dogshit

Anyway, my favorite part was when I got to turn off my Xbox and forget I ever touched this piece of shit.