#because she's an absolute madwoman with them

[oftenlyshitposting]

thinking thoughts about shin and blasters since we haven't seen shin shooting away with a blaster

do you think shin has the obi-wan "so uncivilized" attitude with blasters and much prefer using the force ezra 'hippie space jesus' bridger way when she doesn't have her lightsaber?

or is she suspiciously good with blasters and the reason why she doesn't use them is because she goes danny 'so anyway i started blasting' devito with blasters that it turned sabine on so much?

i mean, we've seen shin fly a starfighter and is a pretty good pilot slash squadron leader which means she's had weapons training beforehand, right?

it'd be so funny if shin and sabine had to reluctantly (but not really) team up against a group of enemies and she goes "fuck it", snatches one of sabine's blasters from her holsters, and shoots away; while sabine is just there completely flabbergasted before finally joining shin

[princesssmars]

something something riding karlach until she sees stars. 18+.

karlach is about ninety percent sure her engine is about to fucking explode. and one hundred of that ninety percent is all your fault. its no secret that you're beautiful, annoyingly perceived as so by pretty much everyone who meets you. she could tell when you first walked up to her from across that branch without fear, later telling her you already knew she wasn't the murderous psychotic devil everyone made her out to be. you listened to her story, defended her against wyll, and she could tell the irregular tick in her chest wasn't just her being nervous about facing probable death at the hands of the blade of frontiers himself.

(although if she had to die at your hands she wouldn't much mind. which is normal. in hindsight, she could also remember her subtly flirting with you. also normal.)

and she's so happy that despite your shared bundle of traumas and saving-the-world problems you could find some respite in each other. she's also really happy that as sweetly as she treats you you also understand how fucking horny she is after ten years of absolutely no contact and then meeting someone who is just as crazy for her as she is for them.

which is how she got to the current moment, her nails digging into your hips as you straddle her hips and rock yourself into her, each subtle glaze of your clit against hers bringing a strangled moan out of her throat.

she's not above begging, especially to you, but everytime she finds the ability to speak without releasing sounds of ecstasy she loses it in seconds. everything she's feeling is too overwhelming in the bestways possible, your hand running through her hair, the other palming at her breasts and bringing out very new and very embarrassing squeaks out of her, your legs squeezed around her waist which just brings her attention and eyesight back to the brief view she can get of your pussy when you pull your hips back before bringing them forward again.

she must have been hyper focused on the space between your legs because your hand is bringing her head back up with a giggle, asking her where she went with a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, smiling when her eyes close and her lips fold like shes holding herself back, the exact opposite of what you want her to do.

"'m sorry. i just...fuck, soldier, you're killing me here." she gasps, bringing your hand to her chest to feel her newy tuned engine, the heat growing by the second as the blue flames flicker across her skin.

"gods, you really are burning up. we cant stop if you want-" you start to pull your hips off of hers when her claws dig in harder and simultaneously force you down while she thrusts up, loud moans leaving both of you that make you very glad you put a spell over the area inside her tent.

she keeps going, thrusting her cunt into yours while you struggle to keep up, wrappong your arms around her neck when she lies flat on her back and spreads both of your legs further apart, your shared wetness making the glide of your cunts so much easier and all the hotter.

"dont stop, please dont stop. i'll die if you do."

you take a few seconds to catch yourself when her noises take on a more whiny approach, little 'fuck fuck fuck-'s whispered into your ear as she bucks her hips like a madwoman. with a sadistic smile you adjust your body so your nipples can rub over hers the same time you bite into her neck and with a strangled cry she comes, continuing to buck her hips until you fall apart on top of her.

you can feel her breathing slowing down beneath you, the heat of her engine cooling down to a comfortable heat. you start to move your head up to give her a smile and check up before you feel her hips move again, the feeling of your clit being overstimulated nearly making you cry. when you do get to look ather she already has her eyes focused on you, heavy lidded as harsh breaths escape her mouth.

"its starting to look like you'll die if i dont."

"well, i always knew id go out with a bang..."

teehee

[silvergyus]

GIRL DAD YEONJUN IS A BIG YES LIKE OML I STALKED THROUGH YOUR HEADCANONS LIKE AN ABSOLUTE MADWOMAN i do not regret it its 7am and im melting from the fluffiness of it all

but what about the other members 👀

how would they be as a girldad and as a boydad? i’d love to see your take on it!

omg omg thank you so much anon🩷 we must be on opposite sides of the world lol

hehe I feel like I have differing opinions than the rest of moablr but please headcanon what you like!

txt as dads

⋆｡°✩ Yeonjun:

I obviously believe in girl dad!yeonjun supremacy (read more here and here) but I feel like he could also have an extremely cool son- think adult-size sunglasses too big for his lil face. a taste for fashion when his friends are wearing those horrendous neon Nike shorts. but yeonjun's daughter would be such a daddy's girl and he would be a girl dad first and foremost. yeonjun isn't as into video games as some of the other members so I feel like his son (or daughter) wouldn't be as into them as the kids of the other members either

rest of the members under the cut

⋆｡°✩ Soobin:

I believe in girl dad!soobin because 1.) it's the most adorable thing ever and 2.) I think it would be so funny

hear me out, we obviously saw him with the twins but he said he was super nervous going into that since he is only used to hanging out with his nephew. imagine soobin with two daughters having his first son and he thinks it's gonna be a breeze since "boys are easier" but boy, was he wrong. his cutie son is a lot to handle and it turns out raising a boy from birth is a *lot* different than being a leader

like every other moa, I can see soob having the most kids. he just seems like the type of guy to have kids hanging off of him. plays video games with his kids but is also very strict about them washing their face/brushing their teeth. reads to them a lot and gets sucked into the storybooks they read together even when it's something silly like the day the crayons quit (a favorite of mine when I was a student librarian hehe)

⋆｡°✩ Beomgyu:

BOY DAD!!! I know girl dad!beomgyu is so popular but I just feel in my heart that he is a boy dad!! picture him and his son in matching sunglasses and tshirts. those silly ones with like "the original" on his and "the remix" on his son's. would call the baby "beomgyu junior" the whole pregnancy but once the baby was born he would have a million lil nicknames for that kid.

I can specifically picture beomgyu getting one of the other members to both go out with their babies in carriers on their chests and they just wave to everyone they see with the babies' hands. like, use the babies' hands to wave instead of theirs

boy dad beomgyu who builds the best pillowforts and is the best at play fighting and buys the coolest nerf guns and foam swords. boy dad beomgyu who had a special relationship with his dad and carries those traditions on with his kids. boy dad beomgyu who plays guitar for his kids and they think he's the coolest dad ever

if he has a daughter, she totally roughhouses with the boys but she gets princess treatment when she sits on daddy's lap while he plays guitar, her tiny fingers resting on the wood so she can feel the vibrations of the music. her big eyes filled with such deep appreciation for the music.

⋆｡°✩ Taehyun:

hmmm, honestly I also feel boy dad but he has a science son :) his wide-eyed son with glow in the dark stars on his ceiling and an ant farm and he exclusively wears dinosaur tshirts. taehyun and him nerd out together all the time. his son loves the planetarium and the library and also is in all the school plays. plays minecraft with beomgyu's son and soobin's oldest daughter

however, I can also see tyun's kids playing a lot of soccer (I can see him with two boys, close in age). they both would be on the soccer team that he assistant coaches (thank you @https-yeonjun for that headcanon<3). they are both into soccer- just like their daddy- and the one is into a bunch of other sports so he's always off to practice somewhere with his grass-stained knees and toothy grin. the three of them would spend match days glued to the tv to watch their favorite team. he'd buy them all matching jerseys for their favorite team too, with each of their favorite players names on the back

also taehyun would absolutely get a cat for his kids and they would have a chore wheel for days on who feeds it/ cleans the litterbox

if tyun had a daughter she would have the highest standards as a grown-up like. not quite spoiled like yeonjun's daughter, but omg the absolute most princess treatment of all time. that girl would have all her oranges peeled and her juice poured in her favorite cup and her hair brushed and she would never walk because she'd want to be carried everywhere and her daddy is strong so he carries her. she totally wears the matching soccer jerseys with her brothers and daddy too like, c'mon. soccer jersey and tutu and she absolutely crushes the other team when she's on the field

⋆｡°✩ Hyuka:

I feel like hyuka girl dad??? I also feel like he has the second most kids behind soobin. his daughter is just like him, effortlessly good at playing musical instruments. she plays like 4 and the house is always full of music. he's really calm as a dad and he isn't super shook when his kids act up. really good at gentle parenting and loves to teach his kids through their shared interests.

his daughter's bed is absolutely full of plushies. she def collects them and names them and they have a special order they have to go in on her bed. she sleeps with them all every night and gives each one a kiss before she goes to sleep. he takes her to the store and is the biggest enabler of her collection. he says he isn't spoiling her, just gifting her as a fellow collector, but we know she's spoiled

you know how hyuka is a copy-and-paste of his dad? if he has a son it's 100% gonna be a carbon copy of him. like, that boy is a HUENING and everyone can tell. tallest kid in his grade and has the exact same laugh and nose and eye crinkles.

any hueningkids would absolutely LOVE pokemon though, just like their dad. and they would totally get a dog and name it eevee

[cherryheairt]

Hi! ☺️

I just binge read Dragon Dreamer, and I love it! Part V just gave me many thoughts that I thought I'd like to share with you.

I love how Daenys' baby black kitten vibes bring out Cregan's 'lonely black wolf that just adopted said black kitty' vibes. The part where she stood up to Knott? I totally imagined her just lifting her chin up defiantly in all her small frame cuteness, but in my mind Cregan was actually standing behind her with menacing glare that said "I dare you to disagree with her. Go on." I just love how he finds her adorable - how he has found her adorable right from the start. 🥺

Also, I love how you described her dynamics with everyone around her. Her backstory is amazing, giving more depth to the already existent Rhaenicent conflict. There's this saying in my country that goes "If your house is made of glass, don't go throwing rocks at other people (because you don't want them throwing rocks back at you)." - it describes the fact that Alicent bullied a little girl for being a dreamer, because she thought she was odd, when her own little girl was also "odd" in similar ways. That little scene about how Daemon was talking about her, not wanting to respect her, though got me thinking that her and Daemon are in a way similar, because Daemon's only companion throughout his childhood was Caraxes, beside Viserys of course. Let's not forget how she has a matching saddle with her mother! That's absolutely adorable!

I did not miss that little fact that her dragon is called Lightbringer, and Azor Ahai has a sword called Lightbringer, or that she's a dreamer and her love interest is a warg. It's very wonderful how Cregan understands. I can't wait for them to bond over that part.

You have an enchanting way with words and how you describe her anxiety, how she dazes off after a dream and especially that part when she was just walking in the snow until she was being chased by the wolf.

Thinking about "A wolf does not care for blood", the meanings that came to mind were how Ned Stark's children were wolves, a dragon and a kraken. And the fact that Cregan's close kin betrayed him, and the fact that House Stark always cares for honor and actions, not meaningless words and simple names. He does not care that she can possibly be the heir to the throne nor the fact that she is a princess, but he cares about her for her. But I also wanted to ask you what you originally wanted it to hint at.

Looking forward to read more!

hehe yess, he's behind her all ready to cut him down at her command, but pauses and lets her find her own voice. Like a proud bf 🤭

Absolutely, Alicent only hated on Daenys because of Rhaenyra and her questionable partners. If Daenys had been her own child, she would be loved and adored by the courts as a prophet instead of a madwoman. Like hellooo the call is coming from inside the house, Helena speaks prophesies out loud very often.

I love that saying! Alicent was a child bride forced to marry an old man, and then hates on Rhaenyra for making the best of her situation and finding a man that she loves even in her forced marriage.

Daemon and Daenys are very similar, though neither realizes it because they cannot look past their base personality traits.

Daenys always thinks of Daemon to be some unstoppable warrior who protects their family without fear, and Daemon thinks of Daenys as his little girl who is not capable of anything but being in her own world yet.

They will see when they meet again, after both of their growth arcs, that they are not so different.

Haha yes, the name Lightbringer was carefully chosen for our girly Morningstar. 'Lightbringer' was the sword that brought an end to the Great Other, wielded by Azor Ahai.

It is stated a few times that Daenys does not follow any religions. Alicent shoved the Seven down everyone's throats, and they had never answered Daenys' prayers, so she detached herself from them early on. She has very little knowledge of the Old Gods, seeing as very few still follow them. The Lord of Light is not quite mentioned in the story, but I think it would be an interesting religion for Daenys to find out about and follow.

I have many plans for our warg Cregan, just need to figure out when to include them <3

I think Cregan understanding her dreams as gifts instead of curses is a vital part of their friendship before their romance. He is the only one who truly understands her from the beginning and does not judge or question her, only trying to keep her safe in the midst of her dreams.

I love your interpretation of 'a wolf does not care for blood'! Yes, Cregan has no use for titles and pleasantries, he only cares about a person for who they are. He's seen hundreds of 'good men' be sent to the wall for their vile crimes. He understands that even a good life and name do not breed good people. He cares little for the fact that she is a Princess that doesn't quite act like one, as long as she is a good person.

My original meaning was that Cregan does not care about her bastardry. His sister was loved and accepted within Winterfell, given a place as a Lady beside him until her marriage. When they eventually have that conversation, Cregan would not care like other vain lords would. Being a bastard is a great shame for Daenys, one that nags at her mind whenever she sits among other nobility. She feels like a fraud in her titles, I think he would help her accept herself.

You're going to love the next chapter I have in the works I hope 🤭🤭 ty for your feedback

[stormscience]

Dalinar, Amazing Dad to Everyone But His Kids

Ok, so I love the man as much as the rest of the fandom, but I think we need to discuss how much Dalinar dropped the ball as a father to his own kids (and still kind of does!) @andromeda-lv nailed it on the absenteeism and the alcoholism.

-He left his wife alone for her pregnancy with his second kid, and then just griped about the name.

-He made no meaningful attempt to bond with his youngest, especially after he developed medical problems around age 1.

-Then he took his 6 year old war camping for half his childhood, separating him from his sick brother and exposing him to danger AND violence.

-Then that kid got to watch his parents have incredibly dysfunctional interactions and probably overheard a bunch of arguments.

-He also got to watch his mother spiral into depression because she was a pacifist foreigner in a war camp and she was uma le to be an effective scribe because she was not a native speaker/ was probably left handed in a society that pretty much removed all use of left hands for women.

-He left his sick kid back at home in an intensely unforgiving society that would have no tolerance for a "defective" child in the line of succession (Given how the Alethi are, Renarin was probably the victim of assassination attempts as a baby to "cleanse the bloodline")

-Then he moved on to being fully absentee as the boys got older, leaving Adolin to protect a kid who absolutely got bullied while he walked around being obviously half foreign in a society that is aggressively nativist. Could have used dad, but war gotta war.

-AND kept their mom away from them a lot of the time, but it's not like kids need parents, they were only (checks notes) elementary school aged.

-Then he got their mom, the only loving and functional parent they had, killed in a genocidal rage.

-And fell hard into alcoholism while they were grieving, leaving a 9 year old Renarin scared and isolated while Adolin tried to care for him at 13.

-And fell hard into self pity until his brother was murdered and he decided to repress all of that.

-Oh and hid all of that nonsense until he published a book about it and never bothered to warn them before the prerelease got leaked.

-And he's still patronizing to Renarin.

-And incredibly judgemental and demanding of Adolin.

-And the whole family needs therapy. Bad.

-This doesn't even include the stuff about their uncle being abusive to his wife at minimum, their cousin being treated like a madwoman and then excommunicated, and both of them going to war while they were teenagers.

So yeah. Dadlinar is great. But remember he absolutely failed his two rather stellar kids and gets treated like the god of Fatherhood.

Let's see more fics exploring their backstories. Adolin started sword training with a master at 6 when the norm is 10, you think protecting his brother might have been part of that? Having the royal family bully their mother openly, did that impact them? Being left alone together so much, and separated so often? Being used to one kid nearly dying from illness, and the other one just seeing that as a child? Their parents mostly arguing via spanreen?

Just... seriously, get those boys some therapy.

[allur1ngs]

funny thought i had: Tatter deciding to get back at Lusher because she probably caused some sort of trouble like she always does by pranking her using Sowoen, telling Sowoen to pretend to want to talk to Lusher about something and tell her (all through an ear piece like in the spy movies) that she did “it” (ofc sowoen is clueless to what any of this means bc she’s our babie and the girls have done a good job at protecting her ears) and “it was so fun” and a bunch of other crazy things that just makes lusher go:

Because who an earth dared to ruin bebe’s baby in such a way and when did she have time to do all of this???

Except this whole prank snowballs bc lusher has such a big mouth and is freaking out to everyone making absolute chaos follow 😭😭😭

NO because as bebe's second in command, lusher takes her job of taking care of soweon SOO seriously--and tatter betraying her evil twin is a monumental occasion✊

so the second she hears sowoen say on the earpiece while they're out on a mission that, "lusher-unnie, i forgot to tell you, but i did it last night for the first time! it was so good--"

lusher's mouth drops on the spot, her eyes practically bulging out of her head. she swears a bead of sweat falls down her forehead, and her vision starts to blur. "s-soweon...what did you do?"

"oh c'mon lusher-unnie, you know what!"

for the rest of the day she's like a zombie, half conscious and half gone, her mind somehow racing but at the same time so slow she can barely think.

and all of a sudden it's like she snaps out of it, hyper aware of her surroundings and what soweon has said to her hours ago.

she goes absolutely INSANE.

she bangs on bada's bedroom door, hyperventilating and muttering like a madwoman.

"what is your problem?" bada open the door, her expression filled with annoyance--she's wearing a nice and formal outfit, indicating she's probably about to go somewhere.

"you don't understand--" lusher heaves, her eyes the size of saucers. "soweon and someone else--they--they--"

"lusher, are you alright?" you step next to your wife's side, a worried look on your face.

"unnie!!" lusher cries, grabbing your hands and practically shaking the living daylights out of you. "soweon had--she had--"

bada seperates lusher from you, disapproving of the harsh way she's handling you. "spit it out already, will you?"

"SOWEON HAD SEX!" lusher screams frantically.

you and bada freeze in your spots, eyes going wide out of shock.

"what--"

"what did you just say?" hyo, who'd been standing outside of the room bedroom finally buts into the conversation.

"we need to pull all our resources, find the man--woman--or whoever did this to our sweet soweon!" lusher begs. "WE NEED TO KILL THEM--"

"what's going on over here?" the other bebe girls, having followed the screaming walk over to the large group forming--

all except for one girl.

tatter peeks around the corner, her hand over her mouth to cover her her laughter.

tatter wins this round...

also i've now made a new tag for all mafia content that isn't bada x reader focused/gives insight to the plotline or story!!😚 i'll be tagging it for now on so you can click on it to find mafia related content!!

[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

A Taste of the Divine- E.M.

OKAY OKAY OKAY so I based this one off of a song I have been utterly OBSESSED with lately called The Summoning by Sleep Token. You can find it here: https://youtu.be/wJNbtYdr-Hg

I definitely think Modern!Eddie would make this kind of music and you can fight me on that. The other song I have quoted in here is I Have A Problem by Beartooth, which you can find here: https://youtu.be/KTUCGRu_DL4

Masterlist

You go to your first rock show and you get a much different experience than you bargained for.

TW- 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (pretty girl, good girl, angel, etc.), pnv, protected sex (wrap it up, babes), dom!Eddie, degredation kink, praise kink, slight corruption kink if you squint, drinking, cursing (lmk if I missed anything!)

Pairings- Modern!Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

Word Count- 6,335

(Pic and gif not mine, credit to owner!)

There’s just something about him. 

Past the intimidating exterior of black leather, studded belts, and cigarette smoke is someone whose sole mission in his life is to worship every inch of skin on your body.  

You never meant to end up with someone like Eddie. You never even heard his name before your friend laid a poster down in front of you at your weekly lunch date, squealing as she told you about the show. You looked at the paper, detailing the time and place of a band you had never heard of, and honestly didn’t really have any interest in learning about. You were never one for rock music, instead favoring the sound of smooth indie and pop. But your best friend was so keen on going. Her boyfriend is in the band, but all of the friends she had that liked the kind of music they played weren’t available, so she was begging you to accompany her.  

“Pleaaase, Y/N! I’ll do anything you want!  It’s just their first headlining show and I don’t want to be in the crowd alone!” She pleads, giving you those best friend puppy dog eyes. After careful consideration and a lot of bargaining, you finally relent, resolving that she would buy your drinks all night.  

“Corroded Coffin, huh? Sounds like pretty heavy stuff,” You eye her with uncertainty. “I really don’t think this is gonna be my scene,” Your best friend rolls your eyes at you, wagging her finger at you. 

“No take-backs! You already said you’d come! And you don’t have to like them, I just really want you to be there with me to support Gareth! You know how big a deal this is to him! I’ve never asked you to come to a show with me before, and I swear, if you absolutely hate them, I’ll never ask you to go again! I promise,” She sticks her lip out in a fake pout as an attempt to further suck you in to her plans. 

“Okay, okay, fine! Just this once, because I love you!” She does a happy dance in her seat across from you, giggling like a madwoman. 

“Okay, great! Oh, Y/N it’s gonna be so much fun! And you definitely have to wear something hot. You can borrow some of my fishnets! We’re all hanging out after and the lead singer, Eddie, he’s so fucking fine. If I didn’t love Gareth so much, I would totally be on that.” The face she makes as she speaks makes you laugh, which helps you feel better about going. 

“Alright, fine,” You roll your eyes, chuckling at her giddiness. “But this Eddie guy better be, like, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”  

“I really don’t think you’ll be disappointed.” She promises with surety.  

When you get to the venue, it’s packed wall to wall with people in black, decorated with studs and leather. The smell of alcohol and sweat was heavy in the air, and you take it in as your best friend keeps a very firm grip on your hand as she drags you toward the front, near the stage. She pushes past people with authority, and when people give her dirty looks, she just exclaims “MY BOYFRIEND IS IN THE BAND!” This makes you laugh, because more often than not, the people just move out of her way. People respect that sort of thing around here, you guess.  

As you near the rail, your friend flags down one of the security people hovering near the stage, and your friend introduces you to him by name. “Carlos! This is my best friend, Y/N. I’m gonna go get us some drinks, so can you just make sure no one’s creepy to her? She’s never been to one of these shows before.” Carlos, a nearly middle aged gentleman who stands at least 6 feet tall and looks like he could wrestle for WWE, nods. 

“I got you hon, no one gets past these eyes,” Your best friend pats him casually on the shoulder with a smile. 

“I know I can count on you, buddy.” With that, she starts making her way toward the bar, pushing past people like it’s the most normal thing in the world. You look over to Carlos, not wanting to just stand there awkwardly. 

“So,” You begin, shouting slightly over the din of all the other concertgoers, “Do people get pretty rowdy at these shows?” Carlos makes a face and shrugs. 

“It really just depends on the crowd. I’ve had to knock a few assholes out in my time, but generally no one gets too rough with the people who don’t want it. Just try not to get sucked into the mosh pit. That’ll do some damage if you’re not careful.” You nod solemnly at his sage advice, clinging a bit closer to the rail for safety.  

“And what if I do get sucked in?” Carlos raises an eyebrow as he mulls it over. 

“Don’t be afraid to push your way out. They can get pretty nasty, but usually it’s just a bunch of people dancing like maniacs,” 

As your friend returns, holding the drinks above her head, Carlos takes a step back toward the stage. “Here you go! Tequila Sunrise for you,” She hands you the clear plastic cup, careful not to bump someone and spill it, “Vodka Cran for me,” She holds her cup out to yours, and you tap them together before taking a big drink.  

“Is it gonna start soon?” You ask. 

She nods, “Yeah! I saw Gareth and the guys walking through the back door. Should be any minute now.” You keep talking and drinking and laughing for a few more minutes until the lights start moving across the stage, and everyone starts screaming as the band comes out from behind the curtain.  

“Whoa,” You mutter, eyes going wide as you spot him. Eddie Munson is wearing nothing but a tight pair of black jeans and a leather vest, his arms and torso covered in intricate tattoos. His hair is a wild mess of dark curls, and he wears a serious expression. There’s a glint of silver around his ears as you spot a rows of earrings going up to his cartilage, and a little hoop in his right nostril. His broad hands are littered in heavy silver rings and necklaces drip from his neck to swing at his mostly bare chest. You feel your best friend nudge you, and you look to her as she gestures up toward Eddie. 

“Disappointed?” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully.  

“No, no I don’t think I am...” You give a bark of a laugh.  

“I knew you wouldn’t be! Wait until you hear him sing!” You make a face of bemusement before turning your attention back to the stage, where Eddie has started shredding on his red and black crackle-painted Warlock guitar. Everyone goes crazy, including your best friend, as Eddie’s voice comes screaming through the music. 

“I found my vice, I found my vice. It lives in a bottle and wants me to die! I found my vice, I found my vice. It lives in a bottle and wants me to die! But I wanna be alive.... Go!”  

The sound is overwhelming, and it sends your eyelids flying open wide as you listen. You’ve never heard anything like this. You can’t tell if you like it, but you’re definitely impressed by the lung capacity Eddie surely has to be able to perform like this as often as he does. He doesn’t even start to sing until he gets to the refrain, and the suddenly smooth sound of his voice sends a shock through your body like you’ve never felt before. He grips the mic stand with both hands, eyes closed as the guitar swings by his hip. 

“I guess a bottle can’t save my life, I guess a bottle can’t tame my mind... This is my reward, a barely beating heart? But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself. My hands are in the air, and God, I hope you’re there! Cause I can’t make it myself, I’ll never make it myself...” You’re stunned as he switches back and forth from screaming and singing so easily, and you find yourself start to move your body to the beat of the music, a smile growing slowly on your face. Your best friend is jumping up and down next to you and then the whole venue starts screaming with Eddie, “SUBSTANCE THERAPY NEVER SET ME FREE,”  

By the time the song ends, you’re dancing with your best friend. Although you’d definitely prefer your music taste to this, you can’t deny the intoxicating rush this music sends through your bones.  

When the next song starts, the mood in the room shifts a bit, and you can see why. Eddie’s body language changes from angry to seductive, his hands caressing the microphone like it’s a long lost lover. A stark comparison to the death grip he held on it during the last song. You watch as he pushes the hair out of his face, a soft synth echoing through the room before the guitar starts. Then Eddie begins to sing, his lashes low on his eyes, his tongue darting to lick his lips. “I’ve got a river running right into you. I’ve got a blood trail, red in the blue. Something you say or something you do, a taste of the divine... You’ve got my body, flesh and bone, yeah. The sky above the earth below...”  

He runs a hand up his toned torso, gripping lightly at his throat as he lets his eyes scan the crowd and you stand, mesmerized by the way he moves. When his eyes meet yours, you almost gasp at the intensity of his gaze. He holds it for just a moment before he flits his eyes away, probably to some other beautiful person he sees among this sea of people. Still, you can’t tear your eyes away from his performance. 

There are a couple minutes in the middle of the song where Eddie has a guitar solo, and it almost looks like he’s making love to the guitar in his hands as he walks around the stage with it. He comes to the edge, just a few feet from where you stand, front and center with your best friend, falling to his knees and throwing his head back, his plush lips open in a silent moan as glistening beads of sweat trail down his forehead and chest. It makes heat flood through you, and you watch his nimble fingers as they move across the strings like lightning. You wonder what else he can do with those fingers... 

As he gets back to his feet, his eyes open and land on yours again. The look on his face as his eyes bore into yours makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room for a moment, and then he’s gone, sauntering back to the microphone, the guitar dropping out as gentle synth intermixed with piano float over the room again. He takes his time taking his guitar off his neck, grabbing the mic stand and dragging it with him as he walks, back toward where you stand. Your best friend starts shaking your shoulder and you rip your eyes away from the delicious sight.  

“This is the best part!” She yells excitedly. “You’re about to get soaked, so get ready!” She squeals and turns back, gripping the rail, whooping in excitement. 

When Eddie stops, he lets his face fall forward, his bangs brushing over his eyes as his lips hover right over the microphone. The drums kick back in and he raises one hand over his head, ripping the mic out of the stand as the song drops into half time. “Oh, and my love, did I mistake you for a sign from God? Or are you really here to cut me off? Or maybe just to turn me on...” He drops down to kneel on one knee, one hand still holding onto the mic stand as he taps his fingers on the mic with the other, keeping time. He’s so close you can almost hear his rings clink against the metal. “Cause, these days I would be lyin’ if I told you that I didn’t wish that I could be your man. Or, maybe make a good girl bad...” His eyes graze over you once more, and you watch as they rake up and down your body, sending a shiver through your spine. Then, he gets up, mic in one hand, stand in the other and walks back to where he was before to finish the song. All of the air is sucked out of the room for a moment as the final chord dissolves in the stale air before the room erupts like a million firecrackers. 

You have to take a deep breath to keep your cool. There’s never been music that made you feel exactly this way before. But then again, you’ve never been eye fucked by an insanely gorgeous metal singer as such dirty, beautiful words spill from his perfect lips before. 

The rest of the night goes on like this, and as you indulge in a few more drinks, you loosen up even more, letting your body flood itself with the sheer vibrations of the music around you. It’s like you’re waking up in a brand new world filled with raw emotion, no matter what kind. “We’ve been Corroded Coffin! Thank you!” Eddie screams as the lights come up, and the whole place, including you, is chanting as they exit the stage, all high fives and smiles in the euphoric haze of a good show well done.  

“Come on!” Your best friend has to pull your shoulder to get your attention, the rush of adrenaline written all over her face as she starts pulling you through the crowd. You make it to the edge of the rail and a security guard lets you through, knowing that you’re with the band, and you find the back door to backstage to go through. You run up the steps with her, laughing as you finally find some semblance of quiet behind the closed door. Your ears are ringing, adjusting back to the lack of chest rattling music as you go find the band. “Baby!” Your best friend runs to Gareth, and he lifts her off the ground, spinning her as they embrace. “You did so good out there! You guys were so amazing! I swear to God a record deal is coming any day now.” She then turns to you, “This is my best friend, Y/N, she’s never been to a rock show before, but I think we’ve won her over,” She explains. “I can tell you liked it! Don’t even deny it!” 

You laugh, smiling sheepishly as the band looks at you expectantly. You give a nod, “Yeah, that was... A rush.” You turn to Eddie, who smiles coolly as he takes a drink of water. “I’ve never in my life heard a voice like yours. It was incredible.”  

“You see, Eddie! I told you she’d like you!” Your best friend interjects. You shoot a glare over to her accusatorily, and she shrugs, a smug smile on her face as she holds Gareth close. You feel a heat rush to your cheeks as you turn back to Eddie, who’s still looking at you. 

“Thanks,” he says. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” His voice doesn’t even show a hint of strain as he speaks, which is mind-blowing considering all of the screaming he did on stage. You follow awkwardly behind the band as they make their way to a sitting room of sorts, complete with a TV and a few couches. You sit near your best friend and Gareth, who share a plush armchair, but making conversation with them is no use, they’re too wrapped up in each other, kissing and talking to each other in hushed tones about the show and how much they love each other. While it’s a cute sight, it feels as though she’s stranded you on a desert island with a bunch of strangers, one of them being the scorching hot singer sitting next to you on the couch. 

You smooth your impossibly short skirt as you sit, trying to keep yourself from saying something stupid. “So,” You hear from beside you. You look up and Eddie is laying back against the corner of the couch, legs spread. You can see now the faint smudge of black eyeliner on his eyes, and it only makes the dark chocolate of his irises look that much more tantalizing. “You not really a rock person?”  

You scoff, quirking your head to the side a bit, “No, not really. Well, I never have been before anyway. I’ve never really enjoyed the screaming.” He nods, his brows raising in recognition. 

“Yeah, it’s not for everyone, I suppose. But you liked it tonight?” He raises his brows hopefully. You bite your lip lightly, eyes flitting up, remembering the feeling as the intense sound washed over you.  

“Yeah, I did. I have to say, I think you may have completely converted me.” You both laugh lightly at that. “Can I ask, how do you do that? It’s the most baffling thing I have ever seen!” Eddie’s smile widens a bit, and he makes a sound like he’s trying to find the words.  

“It’s a lot of practice. There’s some technical bullshit you need to understand to fully grasp it, but essentially, it’s all about breathing and the way my mouth is shaped,” He shrugs, letting out a short laugh, “That’s a pretty shitty way to put it, now that I think about it, but it’s fine.” You breathe a laugh and nod in understanding. 

“Don’t worry, it’s okay. Not like I do a lot of screaming myself, anyway,” Eddie smiles out of the corner of his mouth, his eyes looking you up and down. 

“Really? That’s a shame...” He takes a gulp from his water bottle, and you feel heat rush over your whole body. Your fingers fiddle with the hem of your skirt again as you try to think of something else to say.  

“Y’know, that second song you did... The girl you wrote that about sounds pretty lucky to have you to come home to.” You look at him through your lashes, gauging his reaction. You watch him clench his razor sharp jaw, his hand running over his thigh lightly as he adjusts himself to look at you better.  

“There isn’t one,” Your brow raises in feigned curiosity and bat your lashes at him sweetly. 

“Oh? Then who’s that one written about?” You lean toward him ever so slightly. His eyes rake over you once more, and he leans in toward you, his mouth hovering just over your ear. 

“Could be you, if you play your cards right...” A jolt of lightning streaks right through the center of your body, and you feel your heart thump loudly in your throat. Damn, he’s smooth. You try to clear your throat and recover your control, but Eddie sees right through you. It’s a game of sexy chicken, and he’s winning. 

“And what makes you think that I’d want that?” Your voice isn’t as stable as you wish it was and you inwardly curse yourself as Eddie gives you a playful, boyish smile. 

“I saw the way you were looking at me out there. And I think you saw the way I was looking at you, too.” He leans his arm against the back of the couch, laying his head on his hand. “Y’know, you don’t fool me, Y/N.” The way he says your name sends a shiver up your spine and wonder how he’d say it from between your thighs... “I can tell that beneath that bohemian, hippie girl façade, there’s a wild little girl just begging to be let out of her cage. All I’m saying is that I could be the key to her freedom, if you want.” 

He’s done it now. You bite your lip, a heat rushing over your face, all the way up to the tops of your ears, and you have to fight to keep your breath calm. You get up, letting skirt ride up just a touch so he can get a good look at the garters running down the backs of your thighs before holding your hand out to him. “Wanna give me a tour?” You ask innocently, but your eyes are wandering over him, fantasizing what he’ll look like once he’s on top of you. You see Eddie’s cool exterior crack for just a fraction of a second before he takes his time reaching for your hand. His feels massive in yours, his fingertips rough with callouses. The rings he wears make cold indents in your skin.  

“Right this way,” Eddie starts walking, his hand tightly holding yours. You shoot your best friend a quick look over your shoulder, and her eyes are bulging out of her head as she watches you walk away. She sends you a quick thumbs up before getting back to her conversation, a silent “Good luck!” as you walk towards a darkened hallway.  

“Where are we going?” You ask, your eyes scanning the dim hallway covered in posters and sharpied graffiti. 

“Right here,” Eddie opens a door to the right of him, and pulls you in. The room isn’t very large, but there’s a vanity sprinkled with a few pieces of jewelry and makeup items, and worn couch. Eddie closes the door behind you, and you hear a lock click as you look back at him. “So,” The tone on his lips is warm and sultry, and you inhale sharply as you feel his fingers barely graze your bare sides, the bustier top you wear coming only to just under your breasts. “This is my dressing room...” His lips hover right at your ear, and your lashes flutter when you feel the slight tickle of his lips just grazing the skin there.  

“It’s- it’s nice,” You’re losing your resolve, the slight wobble in your voice is giving away your rather compromised position. 

“Why, thank you,” You can hear the amusement in his voice as his lips travel down, not even touching, just teasing you with the hope of contact. His hands, however, grip at your hips a little more now, pulling you closer to him. A mad rush of heat spreads down your thighs as you feel the bulge of his cock starting to form in his jeans. “I’ll tell you how this is gonna work,” He mutters. “I’m gonna ask you what you want, and you’re gonna tell me. I don’t like playing guessing games. Do you understand?” 

You’ve never been spoken to this way before, but damn, is it sure erotic. Borderline pornographic, really. You nod, barely finding your voice as you say, “I understand.” 

“Good.” His lips brush over your shoulder now, and with all of the anticipation it almost makes you go weak in the knees. “Now, can you tell me what you want first?”  Your eyes flutter closed, and you move your head out of the way of his lips. 

“K-kiss me?” You breathe. Eddie chuckles darkly behind you as he presses a firm but gentle kiss to your shoulder, moving the strap of your top out of the way as he blazes a path up your neck, taking his time to find the spots that make you hiss in pleasure. 

“Like this?” He taunts. You nod lightly, your brain growing fuzzier with every sensation. He suddenly turns you around, spinning you by the hips. One of his hands presses into your back as the other grabs your chin, pulling your lips to his in a wanton display. His tongue darts into your mouth and you taste the faint menthol of what was probably a cough drop to soothe his vocal cords. The moan that escapes you is swallowed by Eddies mouth as he moves you backward, your legs hitting the couch. He lets you go as you sink down, and you move yourself so that your legs are spread apart to accommodate for him while you lay back. Your hands find his chest as he comes to lay with you, one hand finding your face, the other supporting him on the arm of the couch as he kisses you again. His lips move lazily down your neck again, sucking soft bruises occasionally, and you let out a soft whine, not wanting to be heard by the band members outside. Your body arches up into his, craving the feeling of his body against yours. 

“Do you want something, sweetheart?” He presses chaste kisses just below your ear, nipping lightly.  

“I want... Fuck... I want your fingers... Please,” Your eyes screw shut, and you feel his lips meander back up your face, capturing your mouth in another hot kiss, Eddie’s thumb brushing over your cheekbone.  

“I think that can be arranged...” The hand on your face starts moving down, over your collarbones, the curve of your breast, giving a squeeze there, down and down until you feel his large, rough palm against your heat. You grind into his hand pathetically, the scant fabric over your clothed pussy doing very little to hide the mess you’ve made. Eddie lets out a little laugh as he plays with you, and you can’t help but whimper at every touch. “Not so tough now, are you baby?” He presses kisses to your jaw, letting his tongue swipe along the skin. “You just wanna be a good girl, don’t you?” You almost want to protest, but it seems impossible as his fingers pull your panties out of the way and dip into your sopping pussy. He pulls his fingers up your slit, and you gasp harshly as he flicks over your clit, the callouses on his fingers creating a new sensation that that of your own.  

Eddie rubs slow circles round your bud, and your hands find his back, nails digging in as you get further lost in the pleasure. “I want...” You pant as Eddie’s mouth travels down to the tops of your breasts. “I want your fingers inside.” Eddie hums against your chest in acknowledgement, fingers moving down to toy with your aching hole, dipping gently in with two fingers. You push yourself further onto him as he curls up, and you tighten your grip on his body as he moans gently at the feeling of your velvet walls wrapping around him. 

“Goddamn. This pussy’s gonna make me cum quick, isn’t it. So fucking tight. You suck me right in, pretty girl.” He purrs. He pumps in and out of you at a decent pace, letting you reach your peak on your own time. You’re sure he’s done this so many times he must have it down to a science. Your moans get needier as the seconds pass, your release approaching in near record time. Eddie can tell. It’s like he can read your mind, or at least, your body, like an open book. “You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna be a good girl and soak my fingers?” The encouragement only spurs you on as you get closer, closer until finally, your walls flutter, and Eddie kisses you to swallow the sounds of your release. He groans as he continues fingering you, his thumb brushing lightly over your clit as your legs shake from the intense climax. You pant hard as you find your way back to your body, and Eddie pulls his fingers out, his lips still on yours. He pulls away as he brings his hand to his face, and he stares intently into your eyes as he sucks his fingers clean. You almost whine just at the sight of him, brain completely melted out of your skull, replaced only with the carnal need for him to fuck you, good and deep. “Next time, I hope you ask for my mouth,” He muses, “I need to get a proper taste of that sweet pussy.”  

“Next time?” You breathe. He gives you a smirk. 

“If you want,” he says. “But now, I’m hoping you tell me you want my cock inside you.” You let out a girlish laugh at that, hands reaching for his pants before you feel his hand cover yours. “Ah, ah, ah... Words first, angel.” He commands. You look at him through your lashes, hips moving up so your pussy grinds lightly against the knee positioned between yours. You see a subtle flutter of his lashes as he waits for your reply. 

“Please, Eddie,” You press kisses to his jaw, sucking deliciously. “Will you stuff my cunt with your cock?” He lets out a groan, his hips driving down into yours. 

“Good girl,” He rasps, and he lets you continue your task of undoing his heavy belt. You can see the strain of his cock against his pants, and you can’t help but paw at it, your mouth watering at the mere thought of him filling you up. He reaches around to his back pocket to pull out a condom, and unceremoniously rips the foil open with his teeth while you pull his pants down, spitting the ripped piece in his teeth away. You pull out his cock, stroking the long, thick length of it a few times, collecting glistening droplets of precum on your thumb before sticking it in your mouth, relishing in the taste. Eddie watches you rub the pad of your finger down the length of your tongue, a devilish smile breaking out on his face as he rolls the condom down his length. He leans back down, necklaces tickling your chest. “I knew there was a bad girl in there somewhere,” He hisses as his cockhead comes in contact with your entrance. You can’t say anything, moaning as he pushes into you harshly. “You like the taste of me, don’t you?”  

You nod pathetically as he grabs your legs, pulling you into a better position for him to snap his hips into yours. Every thrust punctuated with a heavy breath. All you can do is try to hold on to any surface, teeth clenched to keep you quiet as you writhe beneath Eddie’s command. The pace he sets is borderline bruising, both of you struggling to keep your breath as your bodies meet. Eddie hooks your legs behind his back, one hand going to grip the meat of your waist to hold you steady as the other starts playing with your clit, making your goal of keeping quiet enough to keep everyone outside from hearing that much more impossible. “God, you feel so fucking good,” Eddie throws his head back in a low moan, eyes screwing shut as he continues pounding into you. “I can fucking feel the end of you. Fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” His eyes open back up and settle on your face, contorted in this piece of bliss he’s giving you. The hand on your clit reaches up to your face, the finger coated in your slick pushing into your mouth. You accept it greedily, moaning at the taste of yourself on your tongue. ��

“God, so fucking good for me. You look so pretty like this. So fucking pretty.” His cand comes back down to rub your sensitive bud again. You can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, your breath coming in short pants. You squeeze your legs around Eddie’s middle, needing him to be even closer.  

“I’m- gonna- cum- Eddie...” You stare into his eyes like they’re art, and bite your lip as the tension in your core approaches a precipice. You shut your eyes, letting the feeling take over as you lose yourself. 

“That’s it. That’s it... Fuck, Y/N, I can fucking feel you...” He lets out a divine whimper as your walls pulse around his cock, his hand tightening around your waist, but he doesn’t let up, not for a moment. “Gonna... Gonna fucking fill you up, pretty girl.” You whine as you feel Eddie’s cock twitch inside you, and then his hips stutter, a deep moan tumbling from his lips as he cums. He fucks into you a few more times, slowing down, the fingers on your cunt rubbing languidly now. Finally, he stills, and you’re both just staring at each other, breaths heavy, pupils blown in the euphoria of the mind-blowing sex you just had.  

Finally, you let out a light laugh, your hand going to wipe a few stray hairs from your forehead. “That was...” You close your eyes and lay your head back against the seat of the couch. “That was fucking amazing.” Eddie gently pulls out of you, and you wince as he helps you set your legs back down, the muscle ache already seeping into your thighs. 

“Yeah,” he says. His lips form a Chesire cat smile, a few beads of sweat falling from his hairline. “I think that I would agree,” His bangs are stuck to his skin, and even though you’ve just had some of the best sex of your life, you can’t help but already want more. You start to sit up a bit as Eddie moves off of the couch to throw the condom away, and he grabs a small towel to hand to you before getting one for himself.  

“So,” He looks to you as he puts his softening cock back in his pants, pulling his belt back through the buckle. “About next time...?” You ask. He lets out a small laugh as he throws your towel into the corner of the room.  

“What about it?” He has a coy smile on his face, eyebrows raising slightly. 

“Will there really be one? Or was that just dirty talk?”  

He considers this for a moment, looking you up and down as you smooth your skirt back into place before nodding. “Yeah, there’ll be a next time. How about you give me your number, and I’ll take you out to dinner sometime?” Your brows flick up in surprise, not thinking he would offer a date. 

“Do you offer that to all of the girls you fuck after shows or just me?” You’re almost genuinely curious. Eddie shakes his head, his lips downturned slightly.  

“No, just you. I don’t really make a habit of this, if I’m being honest,” He confesses. You’re genuinely shocked by that. Not only is he insanely talented both on stage and in bed, he’s also one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever had the privilege of laying your eyes on.  

“What’s so different about me, then?” Now you are really curious. Eddie shrugs. 

“Well, Y/BFF/N has been talking you up ever since she told us all about you, so that helped. And Gareth seems to think you’re a pretty decent person...” He looks at you pointedly, “But what really sealed the deal was the look on your face from the stage. It was one of the best reactions to me that I think I've ever seen. You came here tonight, not thinking you’d really have a good time, and then you just let yourself get lost in it. It was... intriguing. More than that, really. It was kind of magical.” You cast your eyes downward, a blush creeping onto your face as you smile sweetly.  

“Oh,” You breathe, feeling prettier than you have in a long time. Eddie offers you a hand, and you take it as he helps you to your feet, not letting go as he opens the door for you. You start walking toward the doorway, but he stops you, pulling you back to him and walking you backward until your back hits the cool metal door. His free hand finds your face, pushing the hair away before leaning down to kiss you, deep and slow.  

“How about Friday night? I’ll pick you up at 7,” He suggests as he pulls away, forehead resting on yours. You nod, heart thumping in your throat. 

“Yeah... It’s a date.” You open your eyes to see that beautiful boyish smile again, and he kisses you once more, just a gentle peck on the lips. 

“Okay, then,” And with that, he leads you back out to the living room. You blush wildly as people take notice, a couple of them whooping as you and Eddie sit back down on the couch, except now, he doesn’t let you sit at the other end, like before. He pulls you close, having your head rest against his shoulder as he slings his arm across the back of the couch.  

The rest of the night is spent talking and laughing with the band, Eddie deflecting every playful jab that comes your way about the activities in the back room. And when it comes time to leave, he kisses you again sweetly before you part ways. “I’ll see you Friday,” He promises. 

“Friday, yeah,” Your best friend starts tugging at your arm, but you don’t look away from him until you have to, giving a small wave as you start your way out of the venue. 

“Soooo,” Your best friend asks, wiggling her eyebrows at you as you make your way to the parking lot. “You reaaaally liked it then?” You laugh, hitting her on the arm playfully. But still, you nod, remembering the feelings, the sounds, the sensations.  

“Yeah, I really, really did.” You beam at her widely as she gives a whoop in excitement. You get into her car to go home, closing the door as you find your seat. As you buckle in your seatbelt, you hear your phone ding, and so you look to see a new number texting you, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you open the message.  

“Can’t stop thinking about you. Mind if we move our date up to tomorrow?” Your breath hitches in your throat as you type out your reply. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” 

[princessof-booksandtea]

not used to posting on smoshblr as a late 20’s enjoyer of content aimed at teens and young adults, but when I say I was refreshing twitter and instagram like a madwoman at work today because of this shartney news, i am not lying.

i started watching smosh in 2016, peak defy years, wasn’t that big of a fan of the ian/ anthony sketches but loved the smosh squad and the fun they had as a group trying to do the best they could with corporate overlords hovering over them. smosh pit and games videos have continued to be a comfort in times where i have not always felt my best.

over the years it’s been so cool watching them grow, especially courtney, who’s confidence, humor and skills kept growing year after year and i feel parasocially proud of how far she’s come as a comedian. shayne too, but courtney has always been my favourite.

did i indulge in watching the shipped videos and going down rabbit holes once or twice absolutely, (they are two hot white people on the internet) but i didn’t think they’d go public with anything if at all! absolutely not!

so seeing this news, which i really do not think is a joke, has been so wonderful. i feel like two friends from high school got married. i want to send them a gift card. just very genuinely stoked for two very nice people who got married.

[hannahwashington]

ALSO IM JUST NOTICING YOUR HEADER IMAGE. I LOVE IT SO MUCH gundham danganronpa and crash bandicoot (is that his name im sorry) real. also btw feel free to talk abt th emountain experience bc i dont think i ever asked yet

YES HIS NAME IS CRASH BANDICOOT ive honestly BEEN waiting for someone to comment on my header it is one of my favourite images ever (thanks @horatios-mom). it's like a sequel to the era when i had lesbian crash bandicoot as my icon. i'm only through the prologue of sdr2 but i have been obsessed with gundham for Years,. i barely know the guy but i love him. i will Know More Soon. and trust i will be So mentally ill about him and also the series. i already Am i am just waiting to finish the games to post about them.

anyway MOUNTAIN EXPERIENCE. OH BOY. where to begin.

let me take you back to a time when a wide-eyed 17 year old Archie got traumatised by a mountain. sit back, relax, and follow along my recounting of an experience i found so horrible, i had to vent by projecting onto my favourite blorbos at the time. Don't worry, I am more than comfortable with sharing this story, and with hindsight know exactly where to direct my anger with what happened.

It's March 2020. I'm in my second-last year of high school. every year my school takes the people in this specific grade to a leadership camp to teach a variety of skills and stuff to prepare them for the next year, when they will be school leaders basically. this leadership camp happens to culminate in a hike up the Drakensberg, where we sleep overnight, then come back down and go back home.

To be Quite frank. I was Very Excited for this trip. the more school-related activities not so much, but getting the chance to hang out with my classmates outside of school and the hike were what excited me. I'm not the most fit person, but i loooove me a good nature walk.

So it's a few days before the hike. they take us out to a bunch of activities and it's pretty fun. we did an adventure park thing and i was in the middle of a massive tarzan fixation so when i went on a giant rope swing i did his iconic yell. there were ziplines. once when i went down a line i forgot to brake and SMACKED into the mattress on the tree. so that was fun. here's the thing though. they made us walk everywhere. and these weren't easy strolls, they were hikes in and of themselves. i can't speak for anyone else, but the days leading up to the hike were PAINFUL. my feet were so fucking sore and we hadn't even gone near the mountain yet.

Then they hit us with the "yeah we're pushing back the hike by a day because it's gonna be pissing buckets tomorrow." which, duh, of course it's gonna be pissing buckets, it's the drakensberg, it's kinda known for that. but also, that means another day of walking, another day of worsening the condition of my feet. i felt like sam from death stranding when you let him walk barefoot everywhere. it's around here where you might start recognising elements from the fic snippets i posted, by the way.

so the next day like the absolute ass he is, the headmaster (who joined us for. some reason) made us hike up a mini-mountain to 'prepare us' or something. he was a horrible person for completely unrelated reasons and this logic is totally and completely backwards. anyway, after THAT nightmare, we went tubing down a nearby river. this WAS fun. i went down the river multiple times even though my feet hurt like shit. i had to get my fleeting joy somewhere during this trip-turned-nightmare. everyone had fun except this one girl who was not lucky at all. at the end of the river there's a small drop and 99% of the time when you get there you fall out of your tube. she was one of these people, and was really unlucky as she ended up cutting her foot on a rock. she had to be pulled out of the river by a few of the boys.

now then you would THINK she would go home because of this. kind of a bad idea to hike up a mountain with a cut up foot. but no, like the madwoman she is, she decides to pull through. i respect her so much for it.

Anyway, next day comes, my feet are basically throbbing so bad it's like my heart practically lived in them, not even to mention the soreness in my legs. again - i was NOT fit. i was so nervous i could barely eat breakfast. i tried to twist it into something positive by being like "tehe i'm going up a mountain like my favourite teenaged blorbs" but it really was Not helping. sooooo we get to the foot of the mountain and get ready to go. a couple of girls left and missed the hike because they had a netball tournament or something. to this day i wonder if they realise Just how lucky they got.

This is the part i remember most vividly. the Worst part. we set off on our mountain adventure, and i repeat this mantra: keep pace with the person in front of you. which goes great for all of two minutes until like a whole five days of walking absolutely nonsensical distances catches up to me and i slow down and down and down until everyone has passed me and oops! i've stopped completely. my legs are Begging to be put out of their misery and i am Rooted To The Spot. to cut a long ass panic attack short eventually someone comes back to pick me back up and Get Me Up This Stupid Mountain. it wasn't sam unfortunately, it was the drama teacher, but he was a pretty cool person and probably most comforting adult there, so perfect to deal with me in that moment.

he tells me about setting little goals for myself, like finding a specific rock and making my way to it. break the whole hike down into thousands of little baby steps. this way, i actually started to make progress, little by little, until we break the tree line. i can't remember if this moment was in the snippets i posted, but i look up and see the rest of my classmates above me, and when they notice us they start whooping and cheering and singing break my stride (which is kinda the theme song of the trip, ngl). i was still kinda in hysterics so i yelled at them to shut up. looking back, i appreciate it so so much. anyways, the drama teacher and i carry on with our baby steps.

when i've calmed down enough i start talking. i can't remember if he told me to talk to get my mind off of things or if i started on my own, but in any case i just start talking. i know specifically i brought up treasure planet - my all time favourite movie - and he told me he hadn't heard of it. another fanfic snippet moment here: i did, in fact, rant to him about midsommar. i remember specifically talking about the daylight horror aspect and how the black bars could've been white instead to emphasise just how bright and sunny the film is. also at some point we passed random people on the road who didn't speak english and for some reason, to this day i still have no idea why, the drama teacher told me that he thinks those dudes were drug smugglers and using the trail to get drugs over the border. anyways.

eventually, after so, so long, we make it to the top. not the end of the hike, far from it, but the vertical climb is over. you see, this specific trail has like two hours of a horrible vertical climb, but after that, it's a basically-flat trail. not that that would make it any easier but anyway, i thought that the worst was over. from our position we could see the rest of the group, who were all resting by a fork in the path - a significant landmark. eventually we catch up to everyone, and if my fic is to be trusted, everyone started clapping and cheering and singing again, this time 500 miles (hardy har). this is one of the only details in the fic where i can't tell whether i made it up or if it's actually based on what happened. when i sat down, guess what, legs wanted to shrivel up and die, what else is new, but what really struck me was that Literally Everyone Was In The Same Position. some were crying. some were staring into space with cold, dead eyes. Nobody was having a good time. how foot-cut girl was even still here was what shocked me the most. again, CUT IN HER FOOT, it was PRETTY SUBSTANTIALLY SIZED. even so she did Not look good.

drama teacher had gone to talk to all the other adults about our (my and the injured girl's) predicament. we were in No position to carry on with the hike. (i'd argue nobody was but i digress). it was a full-blown argument from what i remember, and when the adults tried to talk to us they kept on interrupting each other. one kept trying to offer a way down, but another teacher (who championed this leadership camp btw, to put this into perspective) was Adamant we continue and simply sleep at the closer campsite.

You can probably guess what ended up happening.

The break just honestly made me feel Worse about moving, and my mentality obviously wasn't the best, and i sorta just really started missing home at this point, but i had to keep going. since it was flat this time i could actually keep some sort of pace, though head leadership camp teacher complained whenever i slowed down too much (actual villain of the story in hindsight). eventually we make it to one of the campsites.

Here's how the camps worked. every year the group split into two - boys and girls - and rotated each year on who went to each of the two campsites. one camp was by a river, the other by a cave. so, one year the boys would go to the cave and the girls to the river, and the next year they would switch. this year the girls were supposed to go to the cave. guess what. it's the further camspite - a good extra... i dunno, hour of walking? obviously injured girl and i couldnt do that. issue is, you need a tent to camp riverside - we obviously didnt have one. however someone, an actual god among men brought an extra tent with him. i never spoke to that kid. but he made it so we didn't have to suffer as much. so i hold a sort of affection for him.

so, the group splits and we finally, FINALLY get our chance to rest. properly. let me tell you, river water has never and i mean NEVER felt so good. i think i spent like a solid hour soaking my feet. the boys - who. somehow had energy after all THAT - made a dam out of rocks. one guy was taking pictures. i never took my own pictures of the mountain, even though the view was beautiful. i was in too much pain to care. i took a Single picture related to the hike itself, and i'll share that at the end of this thrilling tale. that evening after dinner, i snacked morosely and watched at least half of happy death day on my phone. maybe an episode of unbreakable kimmy schmidt, though i don't now for sure about that one. injured girl and i shared that extra tent.

oh yeah, and guess what. it ended up pissing buckets during the night. shocker.

anyway the next day comes and the walk back is worse. one of the other teachers decides to use 'tough love' on me - which was basically yelling at me and failing really badly at being encouraging. honestly would have preferred being tossed off the mountain instead because it just made me Very Distressed but anyway. what was nice was that this time for the walk injured girl and i were at the front of the line setting the pace. and also two of the boys, two absolute GENTLEMEN were walking with us and leading us. you know me, i'm a lesbian, but god i could've kissed them for what they did for us. (i did not but you get my point).

surprisingly the vertical climb down was the easiest part. the really, really vertical part anyway - which was mostly near the top. so easy that a few boys raced ahead of the group... and ended up taking a wrong turn and getting lost. more on them later. when we dipped into the treeline it felt like we were so close yet so far, SO close to ending this suffering, but every single turn without the tar road in sight made me fall deeper and deeper into despair. i think i literally yelled out "MERCY!" at some point. anyway when we did finally get to the road i started crying as we made our way back to the bus that would take us home.

everyone started taking showers, blessed, cold showers at the public bathrooms, and washing myself of the whole experience felt Wonderful. except it wasn't quite done insulting me just yet.

So. the day before we put our suitcases in the bus that would take us home. what they neglected to tell us was that we needed Everything we'd need for that day and the following day on our person. which means they wouldn't be taking our bags out of the bus, not even if we REALLY needed something. i didn't have my flip flops on me. i had put the shoes i had hiked in away (and also they were like sopping wet which is disgusting). it was hot as fuck and the parking lot outside was all gravel. i had to walk in that barefoot.

insult to injury.

i got myself ice cream. tried not to cry. we all had to wait for like half an hour as the lost boys made their way back to us (i can't remember if a teacher had to go back onto the path to find them or not). borrowed drama teacher's flip flops which were hilariously oversized. and then, literally RIGHT as everyone was boarding the bus to leave. i whip out my phone and grab the one and only picture i have related to the hike itself.

it was a long drive back to my home province. i put on some music, cuddled my pillow and tried to sleep. i mostly just tried not to sob. out of pain, relief, anguish - whatever. since it was a long drive, we stopped at a strip mall that's a really common sort of stopping station for people doing drives like this, such as to use the bathroom. another school happened to be pulled up as we stopped by here, and a girl gave me the filthiest, most judgmental look i have EVER seen because i was barefoot. i honestly don't blame her.

it was dark by the time we got back to the school. i did, in fact, cry when i saw my family. the very next day - no exaggeration, i'm 99% sure it was the VERY next day - it was announced that schools would be closing and the country would be going into lockdown due to covid. which means i got to spend the next, like, two weeks recovering instead of thinking about school. i think one of the days after i got back i watched interstellar. i was on a bit of a sci-fi kick. it was okay.

here's that picture i took outside the bus before we left for home.

people Did see me take this. a couple of my classmates made jokes about how they relate and at least one gave me a high five.

anyway, that's the story of my Mountain Experience™. again, more than comfortable sharing this story as i think it's quite important with understanding me and we know who to blame for putting us through this. i've had chats with other alumni who came before me and they had their Own nightmarish experiences with this camp, which makes me wonder how it continued being a thing for so long.

[myfuckingpenexploded]

My friend should probably not trust me as much as he does.

I was ranting bout my 'gay block people readings' and he was bored so he demanded I send him to link. long story short the man who didn't know there was even a fandom for the life series/minecraft people in general is now reading fanfiction.

This is the same dude who now proof reads my fanfiction before posting, let me drag him back into the countryhumans fandom after he escaped us, lets me rant about dumb things like that one post saying that according to lore c!grian is a milf (Idk why that exists, it should not but its funny that it does)

Anyway below the cut is more info aka a happy rant bout Trust Life on ao3 by @chaiandsage

tw below this point for all caps

AHHH I KNOW ITS OVER BUT ITS SO GOOD IVE READ IT TWICE ITS AHHHH THERE WILL BE MORE READINGS OF IT BY ME

I FOUND IT THROUGH MY INTENSE SCROLLING ON HERE AND AHHH IM SORRY IM YELLING ITS JUST AMAZING EVERYTHING IS SO WELL WRITTEN AND IT HAS To BE ONE OF THE BEST LIFE SERIES FANFICS Ive EVER READ!

THIS STORY HAS HAD ME ON THE FLOOR SOBBING, MADE ME LAUGH, TAKEN UP WAY TOO MUCH TIME OF MY LIFE BUT ITS WORTH IT, PROBABLY SCARED HALF OF MY FRIENDS BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH I YELLED ABOUT IT, AND ITS WELL WRITTEN TOO?

CHAI COULD LITERALLY WRITE ANYTHING AND I WOULD READ IT! THEIR WAY OF WRITING DIALOGUE AND SCENERY AND LITERALLY EVERYTHING HAS ME ON THE FLOOR EVERY SINGLE TIME. SHE IS SO GOOD AT IT! AHHHHH I CANT BELIEVE ITS OVERRR. 66 CHAPTERS? YOU ABSOLUTE MADWOMAN YOU HAVE WRITTEN SO MUCH GOOD CONTENT THAT IS UNPARALLELED. 350K WORDS???? THE DEDICATION TO THE QUALITY AND QUANTITY AND EVERYTHING IS SIMPLY CHEFS KISS. I- I PHYSICALLY CANNOT DESCRIBE THE EMOTIONS THIS THING HAS MADE ME FEEL.

THE CHARACTERS?? ICONIC! THE WAY YOU'VE MANAGED TO MAKE THEM BE SO PERFECTLY FITTING TO EVERYTHING? AMAZING! I CANNOT.

AHHHH

[fanaticsnail]

Snaaaiiiil!!!!! You fiend, you devil, you madwoman, you!

I love feral characters. I love wolf-coded characters. Not in the way that they're noble creatures of battle (but yes that too) but when they're specifically wolves that Aren't dogs.

Mind if I get poetic in your inbox for a sec?

(Disclaimer: this is exaggerated for the point of poetry. My family breeds, shows, trains, and sells dogs and we have respect for them as individuals and a species based off of the knowledge we purposefully learnt to give them the best care possible. This is angsty on purpose.)

Dogs were bred from wolves for obedience and companionship through years of selective breeding and compassion. Offering scraps of meat, scratching where they can't reach when they let you close enough, giving them shelter and names and soft voices.

But a wolf can never be a dog.

Because dogs become dogs through generations of evolution until they rely on humans.

Their sharp edges softened until they rely on protection.

Their hunting instinct numbed until they rely on food.

Their adapted bodies changed for cuteness until they would no longer survive in the wild.

The one thing humans rely on is their pack nature. They need dogs to want to be around them, whether it's for loyalty, or obedience, or companionship. The one most common thread between all dogs and any wolf is their need for a pack.

The evolution of dogs is fine tuned only by the successive breeding and death of each generation.

A wolf can never be a dog. It's instincts are too prevalent. It's nature is too wild. It still knows the taste of blood.

A wolf has to die for it's descendants to be dogs. But it will never know the comfort of a human as friend and family - as pack. It only knows the instinct of survival, the one that tells it to run from or kill the predator and competition.

(Again: wolves are perfectly happy in the wild, they have flourishing hierarchies and pack structures, they integrate well into conservation efforts. It's for the angst)

So the idea of a character that is all knuckles and teeth and claw? Licking my plate clean, sending compliments to the chef, asking for seconds, leaving a six star review.

I just love a feral woman with blood dripping from her teeth who could be compared to a cage fighting dog. And how did you know hyenas were one of my favourite animals you oracle you!

And the writing? Ooh! The way you described the spear sinking the ship then running along as it sunk, then blowing up another ship in an explosion that returns the spear to your hand??? The perfect type of flavor that fits in with the absurdity and extravagance of anime (and particularly one piece and the live action) fighting and I Loved it.

Garp and Bogard giggling and eating popcorn while watching with opera binoculars is the best though.

Also, the enemies stopping in confusion and disgust when they hear the bet with Mihawk?

Holding up a hand like ☝️"Hold please."

I love how she is entirely wild and untamed, even when using some femininity in flirting it's clear she's still brash and not poised in any way beyond poised to strike. I love how you commit to the characters you write!!! And the characters you write have such a wide variety of flavours!!! Delicious.

I love you, Snail. Your inboxes always brighten my day. You are amazing, and I appreciate your many thoughts.

I very much leant into the absurd cinematography of anime on this one a little bit. Lots of fighting, lots of violence - usually the bane of my existence.

Garp and Bogard being little watchers, their binoculars focussing on the two warlords as opposed to, you know, doing their jobs.

I love committing to a variety of "reader" inserts, so we can all experience everything the way we want to. It's part of fandom magic that has always held me absolutely hostage: you are what you are, you add what you add. You have your own name, but it's not directly ever spoken. Enjoy the ride!

She was fun to write for. I may need to write another like her in the future.

She was just fun. Not a whisper or crumb of an enemy remaining once she consumes them.

[katyspersonal]

Trying to see something 🤔

I am trying to check something this ( x ) post suggested with the closest interest I hold, hollon

Alfred and Adella - Both are religious fanatics of their faction that murder a helpless woman for blood purity reasons. (Adella is slightly better because she at least gives Arianna "three strikes" chance lol)

Djura and Maria - Both are legendary Old Hunters (the Gehrman's hunters type) who abandoned the hunt going heart-broken over what they did and resigned to take care about some sort of damaged, mutated people beyond help. (Djura certainly takes it better than Maria, but still)

Narrow Minded Man and Lonely Old Woman - They are roughly similar type of lonely old Yharnamites full of snarkyness and resentment towards the hunters and foreigners in general that also (presumably) chug blood-based medicine abundantly; blood cocktails and sedatives respectively. (He is probably more rigid and dumb, bro doesn't even go insane after Bloodmoon, though)

Laurence and Emilia - High-ranking religious figures, heads of the setting's Church. Laurence sure did much more in his life, but for the gradually corrupting holy figure fix, they both work!

Micolash and Fauxsefka - This one is a bit hard since Micolash is 'evil' whereas Fauxsefka is stated to be heroic by frikin Miyazaki himself, but they're similarly the 'mad scientist' trope focused on cosmos and ascension and not shy of doing other people a "favour" of helping them to ascend too (I judge by Micolash having corpses with cages tied to the chairs even in the Nightmare). Honorable mention: Adeline being an absolute madwoman not scared of Deep Sea horrors unlike other patients but craving them. She would not sacrifice anyone but herself for her goals (as far as we know....), but they are both very "brave" in their own regard. They both just really want some eyes from Kos xd

Henryk and Eileen - Very aged, lonesome hunters that are familiar with Gascoigne and are a part of very small secret group of hunters that assasinates the less lucky ones over superstitious reasons (which also hold a merit in this setting). It was lost in translation, but Henryk is stated to have lived long because simply nothing was able to kill him, whereas Crowfeathr Garb started to symbolize Eileen specifically, implying she has been Hunter of Hunters longer than anyone else. So, they're both very badass... Oh, and they also both are throwing knives! Honorable mention: frequient similar appearance headcanons because of Eileen's English voice actress! @heraldofcrow Look at this shite they're like male and female version of the same character for reeeeeal AAAAA jhfdsjfhdss*sob*

Gascoigne and Henriett - Used to be Healing Church hunters who cut the ties with it, most likely because the Church started to slack on the hunt and they wanted to be helpful (notice Henriett's new clothes resembling Old Hunters' style).

Julie(Yurie) - Depending on the interpretation, she is either like Damian (a person that fell off from their respective faction) or like Edgar (a spy seeking Micolash and traces of his crimes, since Byrgenwerth, Lecture Hall and Nightmare of Mensis are basically different stops of the same bus lol)

Chapel Dweller and Arianna - A character with a Pthumerian heritage which regular people in Yharnam seem to not like and even item description say something shitty about them, yet the player can see with their own eyes they're very sweet people.

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Okay so

1) Yeah, like I suspected, in many cases a trope or an archetype that male character has is shared by a female character very closely! The reason there is no parallel for everyone is because there are just less female characters, in amount!

2) I'd say that lessened investment in female characters that share a trope is to be blamed on these characters having less lore and dialogue..... if it was true, lol. ASS you can see, they tend to have the same amount of lore and potential; except for Henriett having 0 verbal or described lore compared to Gascoigne, and except for Henryk having no dialogue when Eileen has plenty. But even then first, Henryk being silent is his character, and second, I still see more stuff for Henryk in the fandom than for Eileen.

2.1) Micolash is, however, hard to replace if someone is looking for a combination of "madness" AND evil xd But normally people are invested in a way more sympathetic and humane portrayal of him, or the period in timeline when he used to be not so bad but just a weirdo nerd, so.....

3) Maria is somewhat an exception from 'less investment in female characters than male ones of the same archetype' rule... But at the same time, she is a "poster girl" (aka most creations for her are simply drawings celebrating her aesthetic (fair enough)), and explorations of her story and character often do not go any deeper than Mariadeline fluff and/or fandomry discourse over headcanons. Mathematically, Maria and Djura get the same 'weight' of investment!

Conclusion: Yeah, there are many times when there is no excuse for ignoring a female character, "they are not the right archetype" doesn't work in Soulsborne.. It is time for female blorbos rise

[sergeifyodorov]

all of your aces facts are correct. a'ja is definitely mcjesus, kelsey plum is DEFINITELY hot (sidebar i had a HUGE baby gay crush on her when she played for the university of washington which was very inconvenient for me because my hometown university was in the same athletic conference (r.i.p. pac-12) and she was VERY good in college and thus very annoying when she played against my school), the classic rookie treatment™ of kate martin is one of my personal favorite storylines so far this season and one of the things that has endeared me to the aces more and more against my will, and they are indeed the reigning champs for the past two years in a row (though idk that they'll be able to threepeat this year considering the amount of players they'll have playing for usa basketball at the olympics. generally in olympic years the contender teams who have the least amount of olympians have a better chance at the championship), also to be completely honest i don't actually watch men's basketball so i can't say that i know much more than you in that regard.

mainly i just thought it was interesting to see your perception of evil vegas sports team (vgk) (which i agree with) vs good vegas sports team (aces) which is slightly more complicated imo. in wnba fan-spheres people either tend to LOVE the aces or HATE the aces. i would say i'm somewhat in the middle. they're definitely not my team, but i like the players and admire the whole super-team/dynasty thing they've been building. the org has a history of some sketchy behavior though (definitely not unusual for a sports team and doubly not unusual for a vegas sports team). my feelings on the alleged bribes and the paying players under the table to take team-friendly deals stuff is i don't particularly care that much and i'd much rather players get paid more in general. but the ownership is consistently shady and there was an incident a couple seasons ago regarding pregnancy discrimination that they barely got a slap on the wrist for from the league so that's mostly where any negative feelings about them stem from for me. the players pretty unanimously sided with the org when the player in question had previously been really close with a lot of them. and the fans tend to be VERY defensive of any criticism having to do with the team and tend to take it as a personal slight against the players/fans, even if it's directed fairly at the ownership, front office, or coaching staff. to be clear, i'm not trying to negatively sway your feelings about the team. it was just interesting because i pretty strongly associate the vgk and the aces with one another and see them as like birds of a feather in a way.

all that aside, your most important wnba opinion is loving angel reese. that is absolutely the correct opinion to have. angel haters go to hell. in all seriousness though, i could talk about how much i love her for hours, but i fear the amount i've already typed is bordering on insanity (genuinely though i'm sooooo sorry for infodumping this crazy-person rant at you. thanks for listening to my ramblings of a madwoman if you made it this far 🙃)

no no i am SO here for it im taking notes im getting invested (cody... your hockey players... CODY YOUR HOCKEY PLAYERS) <- i can hold many athletes in my heart at once, says man still not over jose bautista. -> anyway that seems really interesting esp re olympics... so the wnba playoffs and the olys are at the same time??? for real??? seems like if that's the case then you'd want to go for a lot more of liek a balanced build then, except then i'm remembering my one (1) Theory Of Basketball fact which is that having a mcjesus or, in this case, an a'ja wilson is a lot more helpful to the cause in bball than it is in hockey

also my opinion of angel is mostly bc i am a defender against the just blatantly horrible misogynoir shes faced in her rookie year (esp juxtaposed against cc, who has also been propped up as some sort of saviour of the wnba, as if the wnba hasn't been getting steadily more popular over the years ANYWAY -_- ) and also she seems like a Top Tier Sweetie. and im taken to understand shes very good as well? true? im so out of the basketball loop i don't know what makes you good in that sport (...buckets...?) but angel >>

[leavingautumn13]

Do u like pokemon remakes

under the cut because i got longwinded.

tl;dr: yes, BUT.

i'm not opposed to the idea of remakes, but it depends on the remake. frlg and hgss were obviously necessary for people to have access to gen 1 and 2 pokemon in the advance generation. they also expanded on the original games in some way. we got the sevii isles in frlg, and eusine's suicune thing in hgss that i don't remember because i haven't played hgss in a hot minute.

i like oras for the same reason--we got more content than the original games (though i'm forever salty about the battle frontier not being added in the postgame), so they're not a pointless purchase.

bdsp, though, added nothing. i was extremely hyped for platinum-inspired delta episode-esque postgame and we got nada. in my heart, pla is the actual gen 4 remake. like, there's no point to playing brilliant diamond when i can bust out my old copy of pearl that i already paid 60 usd for, yknow?

my dream for a hypothetical bw remake is open world like sv, and expands on the story in some way (maybe pulling elements from bw2 in), and gives us access to more pokemon at least in the postgame. like, let me take the subway wherever in unova i want to go, and if i get my ass handed to me by a level 40 pokemon when i haven't hit the first gym yet. that's being a pokemon trainer baby! (lbr, i just want an open world game with public transportation you DON'T go through a loading screen for unless you like, WANT to.)

"wouldn't that affect a linear story like the one in bw" no, not necessarily--sv still had plot points in particular places, but you could do them in any order. just make it so the next plot point won't trigger until you've done the previous one and you can guide players through the route you'd like them to take while still giving them the option to take off into the wilderness like a madwoman because they absolutely have to have this one particular pokemon (which is something i definitely did in sv to get a tatsugiri before the second gym, and it was a blast. did she listen to me? not at ALL. was it worth it? HELL YES).

now--are pokemon remakes just another entry in the current zeitgeist of pointless remakes when the original is just fine? i mean, i'd argue yes if we didn't get more content than the original games had, so again i think it depends on the remake. there's also the issue of original copies of old pokemon games being difficult to find and way expensive when they are found. i mean, just a few years ago used copies of hgss were still going for 60 usd retail. so it's nice that remakes can introduce new or younger players to the stories that people who played the originals enjoyed while still remaining somewhat accessible.

that being said, i'm a huge advocate for people just playing emulators too. just be safe when you're downloading stuff off the internet, obviously.

[felixcloud6288]

Higurashi: Massacre Final Chapter

This arc ends with the stakes being escalated. The village came together to save Satoko from her uncle. The whole village had to come together to fight destiny and now it is going to be destroyed because destiny won.

Kind of ironic that Rika realized the world will continue whether or not she dies, but in reality her death might as well mean the end of the world.

The Great Hinamizawa Disaster has been an appropriate ending to many arcs in this series. It is a sad, tragic, and gruesome ending to a village with a sad, tragic, and gruesome history.

The Disaster always brings absolute finality to each arc because there is no one who can carry the story forward.

In each world, the story of the struggles Rika and her friends endured are ultimately swallowed up by the Disaster and no one in those worlds will ever know what they endured.

All anyone on the outside knows is Hinamizawa is a village of murderers who were all killed one night by a gas eruption.

I really wish more of the villagers were named or had frequent appearances throughout the series. I'm looking at all the crowds of people and most of them aren't anyone of interest. The scenes of the villagers dying from the poison gas or being gunned down don't hit as hard when they aren't anyone I recognize.

Here's a few faces I did notice though.

This old man is one of the members of the village council.

Here's Principle Kaieda being directed into the shelter. And here's Chie and the girl who stood next to Rika during their second appeal.

I'm pretty sure this is Kimiyoshi and the man on the left is the one who was talking to Keiichi during the festival.

And of course, Tomita and Okamura appear several times.

When everyone begins to die from the gas, the only bodies I was able to recognize were Kaieda and Kimiyoshi's.

The people working for Takano are apparantly Catholic because one of them made a cross in the air before praying.

The verses Takano speaks are a mix of actual Biblical verses, partial quotes, and paraphrasing. Her first quote is Matthew 24: 42,43 with some slight inconsequential word edits.

Her second quote seems to be meant to be Matthew 24: 50, 51 but the first half is wrong. In full context of Matthew 24: 48-52, the lines Takano is "quoting" speak of an evil servant who believes his master is not returning and decides he can mistreat the other workers, party, and get drunk without consequence only for the master to return and punish him.

Finally, I couldn't find the third quote at all. The closest I could find is Matthew 24:11, "And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many." and Matthew 24: 24 "For there shall arise false Christs, and false prophets, and shall shew great signs and wonders; insomuch that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect."

The verses between Takano's first and second quote talk about the servants who are diligent and faithful and always ready for the master's return. Those servants are rewarded for their diligence and good faith. Overall, that section Takano quotes is about how God's return is a time of celebration for the faithful and punishment for the wicked.

But Takano is kind of twisting things so that god's arrival is nothing but judgement and cruelty. The servant is punished not because he was engaging in wickedness thinking he could get away with it, but because he didn't expect god to arrive.

Takano, playing as god, seems to be saying the villagers are going to die because they didn't catch her.

And how fitting that Takano would speak about false prophets when that's all she is. Her goal is to become Oyashiro by implementing what people could only call a divine curse. She is declaring "Oyashiro has come" just as the false prophets did. But she's just a madwoman.

And I have to ask what happens next for her? She's been declared dead and she was a pawn within "Tokyo". I wouldn't be surprised if she is disposed of shortly after all this. If I was in the truck with her, I probably would have shot her right at the end because she's made me kill 2,000 innocent people to feed her god delusion.

And with this arc concluded, Frederica Bernkastel looks upon all the fragments and tells us that we have an almost complete understanding of the world. All that's left is seeing how Rika will defeat Takano.

But unlike all these other fragments which were made by Frederica, the final one was made by Rika and Frederica expects it to shine far brighter than anything she could make.

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some asks for Ravonna and her Miraak! how about... 1, 15, 23, 31, aaaand 38? 👀

Thank you so much! ❤️​ The ask game can be found ✨here✨

Also, a bit of a side note here, in WYGTYA, Miraak's name before the Dragon Cult is Fenrik, and I've called him that so much that calling him Miraak almost feels wrong at this point :))

1. Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Fenrik definitely fell first, and Ravonna absolutely fell harder (although Fenrik could argue that he still fell harder). It was more like Fenrik's falling in love was like gentle rain falling on moss, like sliding down a slow waterslide. It was easy, pleasant, natural. The more he knew her, the farther he sunk in. But Ravvy... she didn't realize it, she buried her love deep down inside, denying it, at first because she didn't know what falling in love felt like, and then to protect Fenrik, because she's thinks she doesn't deserve him, and he would never want to love her, not really. But after umm,,, a certain event, well, she will feel like falling in love and it will feel like a violent, tall waterfall. It's sudden and so, so overwhelming.

5. What is something they like to do together?

At this point in wygtya, they just love to sit and talk and get to know each other. They're in the process of realizing that the other's company is very pleasant and that it feels safe. Safe to talk about anything.

Later on, when the relationship is established, Fenrik adores listening to Ravonna ramble like a madwoman about her most recent magical discoveries, and she is always so happy to show off her skills. Her unhinged explanations are very cute and, surprisingly, very coherent and knowledgeable. Also, her future "magic place" will literally be the coolest thing on Nirn. And another thing they would love in the future is Fenrik giving Ravonna books to read aloud. He loves her voice, and as time passes on and Apocrypha's knowledge fades, he's more than happy to be up to date with the latest books! Of course, Ravonna being Ravonna, she will often be ridiculous and read with goofy voices or change the outcomes, but she makes him laugh, and he wouldn't change it for the world.

23. Who said "I love you" first?

They haven't yet, but I have a very strong feeling that Ravonna will be the first to utter the words!

31. How would they describe one another?

Interesting question! I don't think they'd get too much into a detailed description at this point in the fic. If someone were to ask them "Who's that? And what are they like?" Ravonna would simply say: "He's our healer. I didn't know how much we needed one until he joined us, so we're lucky to have him." That's if a stranger asks, if it's a fellowship member, asking what she thinks of Fenrik, she'd be even more avoidant hahaha. Fenrik would say that he's not sure if Ravonna is more bard or mage, but she is "the most brilliant destruction mage he's ever seen."

38. What would be their ideal evening in?

Well, at this very point in the wip of chapter 16, they're on a ship on their way to Blacklight, and they're caught up in a nasty, dangerous storm, so their ideal evening is getting some rest at last. On ground that doesn't sway violently. A good meal, some wine, an easy evening with their friends and tuning in for the night early would be amazing for both of them.