#if u kno the og text u kno the version i have up there is censored mostly cuz i uploaded it on other socmeds and didnt want to get banned

[yiikingpatriarch]

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 18

IN THIS EPISODE OF ROBLOX OOF NOISE:

“Yes.” Glynda couldn’t hang up, not without: “I’m—I’m sorry. About what I—”

“It’s alright. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Okay—” The feed cut. Softly, Glynda said again, “Okay.”

GLYNDA DISCOVERS WHY BEING CINDER FALL SUCKS

do u know how hard it is to wake up and play animal crossing whilst knowing this chapter looms over yr shoulder,

OKAY HERE WE GO

She was fidgety; even Cinder mentioned her pacing, shooting a critical eye her way. Glynda sat, intent on stillness; moments later, Cinder mentioned her bouncing leg.

i LOVE it when a chapter calls me out just right out of the gate hahaha who gave u the right

"Really?" How long had they been doing that? How long ago had Cinder noticed? "Should I stay?"

cinder: maybe i should tell glynda abt that /see glynda pacing a dent into the floor cinder: ooooooor i could. NOT give her an excuse to bully them for something to do,

On her way down the street, Glynda couldn't help but stare at the car, its tinted windows revealing nothing within. As she passed it, she kept glancing over her shoulder, expecting an attack or something. But nothing came of it.

HJGDFSGSDFHKGHJDF GLYNDA,,,,,,,,,,, can u imagine being in the white fang, and sittin in yr fuckin. TINTED WINDOWED like BULLETPROOF CAR and yr sat on yr ass watching out for cinder “dumbass” fall and suddenly glynda goodwitch, The Top Bitch, comes out and starts GLARING YR CAR DOWN,,, like ah. i think she knows we’re here. hrm. hm.

i would just like. drive to mcdonalds and get some nuggies at that point.

She had a clutch of flash-images and a wash of emotions and impressions, the raw materials of memory, stored as-is without refining. She was quite used to that—most of her missions were hazy and rough in her memory, mere sketches of events.

i cant wait for glynda to become a vlogger if only so she can actually have physical proof of whatever the fuck happens whenever she goes out and about. get her a go-pro.

It told her: despite her restlessness, despite the arduous journey here, and despite the way Vale seemed to call for her from somewhere beyond the horizon, she felt quite content to be where she was.

the difference having a gf has huh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, u got a whole ass home (being cased by the fang) a real nice city to live in (its floating and atlas wants yr number) a bunch of unread msgs (from a [redacted] who [redacted]) and its a nice day!!! its all coming together. but probably not for very long,

(i got very distracted at this point making a line graph for the animal crossing stalk market so here we go, x2 edition,)

That meant the nightlife would soon begin. She had never liked crowds; too many people, too much input at once. It was hard to focus, to be comfortable.

/chefs kiss

autistic glynda did u kno: id die for u,

Since she’d blocked Ozpin’s number, there was no chance of receiving anything directly from him—but there was still a moment of pause each time she checked her Scroll, as if expecting his smiling face to appear somehow.

OH YEAH LMAO SHE DID THAT SHIT HUH,,,,,,,,,, i still cannot BELIEVE that happened. GOD. cant wait for this to bite her entire ass right off her body,

By the time she reached the top landing, Winter had replied: “I wasn’t aware that you had additional support on this mission, Professor. I will need their full name and Hunter’s license number.”

To answer Cinder Fall and she doesn’t have a license, but she does have several warrants for her arrest felt like inviting Winter to question not only her integrity, but her sanity as well.

SDHGJFKSKGHDJFGJHDKF i cant say what makes this funnier because 👈😎👈 but HOHOHOHOOOOO could u imagine the fallout if she did just, say that shit. if we just went and fuckin said it like it was no biggie--

Finally, Glynda let her shoulders relax, exhaling deeply, like she would before rushing a Grimm. She wrote it plainly: “The clearance is for Cinder Fall.”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

MA’AM WHAT THE F U C K

winter rn:

She’d just have to wriggle her way out of having to talk face-to-face, then return the game to a field she felt slightly more comfortable with: text.

okay this is so funny to me cause i just keep thinking of her sending ‘no reason’ to oz. a MASTER of textual conversion. un fucking PARALLELED in this field, UNRIVALLED,

Glynda tossed a look at the door as well, her mouth pulling into a line; what if Cinder came outside? What if—

Could Winter track her exact position using her Scroll signal? She minimized the projection of Winter’s face and hurried off in a random direction the instant she hit the bottom of the stairs.

i LOVE these two because this is the first time we’ve rly seen glynda like. Actively do smthng to defend cinder in this sort of way? she’s been pretty passivve abt letting cinder take the lead when theyre together but on her own shes thinking of all the contingencies to make sure winter cant find cinder and u know what. thats gay. what will u do for yr not-gf when yr talking to someone who would kick her ass in a hot second,

also im TAKING to grab choice lines here to comment upon but honestly this next section is SO GOOD that im rly struggling to find a line to encapsulate how much i am LOVING this convo. i cant say exactly WHY im loving it because again thats 👈😎👈 BUT KNOW THAT THIS IS VERY GOOD FOOD AND I AM ENJOYING IT. and im also enjoying this line a lot

Winter’s voice was decisive: “Professor, if you hang up on me, I am flying to your location—tonight.”

winter: if y’all dont shut the fuck up back there i am turning this car, city, and continent AROUND,

It was the same thing, over and over: people didn’t understand her and she didn’t understand them. It was an exercise in futility that only gave her grief. In the end, she gave up on trying to explain herself. She resigned to being wrong, to always being wrong, even when she knew she wasn’t.

OOF OKAY WHAT THE HELL IS UP W/ THIS FIC AND CALLOUTS. HUH??? ME BITCH!!! I FEEL THAT!! AND IT SUCKS,

/reads the next bit

oh are we donning our tinfoil hats? we’re donning our tinfoil hats.

It was so easy. Glynda didn’t stumble over her words even once; didn’t waver. She was built for doing harm. Her anger burned hot and clean; it excised all the hurt like a malignant tumor.

Maybe she really had learned something from Cinder—channeling her frustration, her guilt, her pain, all of it into anger like this was something Glynda was new to. But it felt good. She leaned into it, letting it take the reins; the distressing memories vanished like wisps of smoke, vaporized by the heat of her wrath.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS god this is. SO EXCITING. i also love it when ppl rub off one one another its my FAV thing in the WORLD and this anger is. WOO. this anger is. DANDY. its also a very short-term burst of pleasure glynda so enjoy that hollowed-out whoopsie feeling that i sure get when i Blow Up,

“She butchered my friend!” Winter snarled, the camera shaking as she slapped the desk. “She butchered my friend in the streets like he was cattle! And I have done everything in my power to help you! Everything! To keep her from doing the same to you, and you’ve blown me off or lied or—” Winter’s voice snagged. “And now you tell me—you accuse me—”

It was early evening in Umbraroot, but it must already be night in Atlas. The shadows revealed the unclean angles of Winter’s face: the bruises of exhaustion under her eyes, the lines of stress at the corners of her mouth.

im sorry im just copy-pasting wholesale at this point but OH this is GOOD. i cant rly explain. like. the difference-- because you’d think from the og version this is just a bit more flavouring right? its like getting a bit of hot sauce on yr chicken wings and yr like ‘okay it adds smthng but its not like a side meal’ BUT IT IS A SIDE MEAL this is like a whole basket of fuckin. cheese-baked fries. winter DESERVES this screentime she DESERVES to have presence in this fic and OH does she USE IT im LIVINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Glynda wanted anger. She wanted fire and brimstone. She wanted a fight.

What she got was the glisten of tears on pale lashes. A hand covering Winter’s trembling mouth.

The ashy taste of remorse in her throat.

THERES THAT HOLLOWED-OUT WHOOPSIE FEELING!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE IT IS RIGHT ON TIME. its like CLOCKWORK,

She didn’t have anything. Nothing against that. The possibility that Winter might truly care what happened to her had been so insignificantly small and easy to trample. She had forgotten about the losses Winter shouldered the moment Cinder had whispered inheritance.

it’s just like clockwork,

also this chapter feels lengthy but maybe its just cause i got distracted with animal crossing so ill have to do a wordcount check at the end

/checks

no its lengthy this is a thicc one,

“I know,” Glynda said. “I know. I know how this sounds. But she’s the only person who makes me feel like—like I make sense.” In her mind, Glynda lay in the darkness of Cinder’s bedroom, watching the glaze of streetlights along her lips as she said you.

you,,,,,,,,, we,,,,,,,,,,,, our,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, its all that gay shit,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

“If I’ve learned anything, it’s that Cinder Fall is a tremendous liar. She could convince you it is raining in Vacuo, given enough time. Two years ago, I was working on the Argus base, where I met her as a client; she told me she was a merchant seeking entrance into Atlas—she had all her documents in order, her entire persona set up, and she sold it perfectly. She was flawless—and all of it was fake. She gave me no reason to doubt her. She was—”

Winter cut herself off, abruptly. Then: “Once I was comfortable and safe, she burned down my office and murdered my friend.”

YES,,, SLOWLY THE LORE PIECES TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! winter is once bitten twice shy, but mayhaps we mean,,, once burnt,,,, twice shy,,,,,,,,,, hrmmmm,

Glynda told Winter everything.

OH MAN,,,, we’re really getting this messy fucking trio up in this bitch i am SO excited. i am THRILLED. here! we! go!!!!!!!!!! also i said it before but again im so glad winter gets to Be Here for this. sure this has nothing to do w/ her destiny or w/e but shes here now. shes in the uber. she waiting outside.

The dying potted plant Glynda had spotted last time on the back wall’s shelf had been replaced with a new one; this one’s leaves were beginning to shrivel at the ends.

dsfjhhkljsdf side note: is this like that scene in finding nemo where all the new fish see the niece and go ‘oh no we’re gonna die’ but instead its plants getting taken into winters office? they go ‘im sorry, mate, but once you go into her office, you come out TOTALLY dead,’

okay so this whole convo happened and if i try to pick one section ill end up picking it all AAAAAAAAAAAAAA im dying out here. WINTER BLEASE,,, BELIEVE THAT SOMETIMES CINDER CAN TELL A HALF-LIE. A SORTA-TRUTH. A SEMI-HEMI-DEMI HONESTY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

How different would that mission have gone? How different would her life have been?

She found herself saying, “He had so many chances to tell me. Instead, he let me think I was reckless. That I was a danger to other people. I stopped working in teams. I didn’t have many people in my life to begin with, but afterwards was worse. He saw to it that he was all I had, and he let me think it was my fault.”

ROBLOXOOFNOISEDISTORTEDWITHDELAY.MP4

OOF!!!!!!! O O F!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! honestly OOF that shit HURTS BITCH!!!!!!! thats BANANAS. WILD. im also loving (hating???) the increase of painful glynda lore and honestly everyone feels like they have So Much More that builds them up and im THRIVING off it. im also suffering for it.

With the video feed closed, Glynda could see she had new notifications. Missed calls. From Cinder.

Glynda’s stomach lurched. She stowed her Scroll before she could think about them.

At the mouth of the alley, she could see the shape of Cinder’s apartment in the distance. She stood there for a long time, staring, uncertain what to do with her hands, unsure what to do with her heart. Her jaw flexed. She remembered the tears on Winter’s lashes. The friend she’d lost.

Glynda took her first step toward the apartment.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and so the soft domestic shit ends. but nowhere near as explosively as id thought???????? HUH. H U H. must b because we’re gearing up for smthng honk honk honk

ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. this chap was SO good its astonishing (despite the [several] times i got distracted by animal crossing rip me). WINTER!!!!!!!! BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cant believe this disaster trio is coming together. also cant wait for glynda to tell cinder the shit she just pulled. oh no,

(also the wordcount was 5,931. just in case u were curious)

[pages-on-pages-blog]

10. Fyodor Dostoevsky. Crime and punishment

Hello guys!! I’m kiiiind of shaking in my chair right now. I’m beyond excited to sit down and write something in here. I got reaaally wound up in school work, and other things like that... You know, i won’t even try to excuse myself. I’m just hella lazy. But here I am, ready to write a dope review of a dope book, which my hands are just itching to rant about. I would also like to give a shout out to my dear friend, whose name i probably won’t say. She just randomly texted me to tell me how dope this blog is, and I got really inspired to keep it going, ya kno? So, here we go!!!! oh, and also, happy new year guys. I love you all to shreds!!

(warning - spoilers. obviously)  

So, i really don’t want to start spilling my opinion all over the place right at the start, so I’ll try to contain myself. Oh boy, is this going to be hard. However things may be, I believe we should start with a bit of plot to get this whole thing going.

If you are not familiar with Eastern European history or culture, you might be surprised by the authors name. Let me start off by saying, that Fyodor Dostoevsky is Russian. He is one of the most famous (if not the most) authors in Russian history. He is also an incredible philosopher, which is clearly visible in the book we’re reviewing today, but we’ll get to that a bit later on. I think by now it should be pretty obvious, that the action in the book is based in Russia. Our main character, Rodion Raskolnikov, is a completely broke university drop out. He seems.. Fairly normal for the first ~100 pages of the book. Just a dude, living his reaally sad life (completed with dark and dull descriptions of the town he’s living in, Peterborough), contemplating everything that comes up in his mind. If i were asked, I’d say he might even be depressed. But yeah. As the books title suggests, there’s a crime. and, please, for the love of god, if you’re even the slightest bit interested in reading the book, do NOT spoil this for yourself, just go read the damned book. You have my word that you will not regret it.

For those who stayed - Raskolnikov kills and elderly lady, which is like the owner of the house he lives in. This was not such a surprise for me, because, at the very start of the book, our protagonist goes up to the woman’s flat to pay his rent, and his whole thought process is written down. The way he analyses everything in her home, how she has a small box of jewelry, which, he thinks, probably contains a fortune. So, like... You know. Crime? Old, rich lady? poor student? It was not that hard to add the three together. When he actually does it (which he does quite brutally. Rodion used a frickin’ axe, and he killed not only the old lady, but also another young woman which would have caught him), he doesn’t even steal that much. He instantly starts to panic, grabs a couple of things and runs the hell out of there. From this spot forward, our main character goes more and more nuts with every single page. He is constantly living in tremendous fear, soul-wrenching panic and all that good stuff. He doesn’t even use the things he stole from the apartment to save himself from poverty - Rodion buries everything under a rock. Yeah, you read that right. A rock. The criminal’s anxiety drives him so mad, he gets physically sick even. So the other 400 pages of the book are mainly about the thought process of a murderer. Oh, not to mention the incredible jaw-dropping plot twists and a very unusual and refreshing love story. I’m not even considering spoiling the ending, because, dude, no. I couldn’t forgive myself if i ever ruined it to someone, because i genuinely want you guys to have the same experience as I did. I believe that’s that for the plot, let’s move over to my opinion (that sounds so frickin’ narcissistic. I’m so sorry lmao).

I’d like to start off by saying that I haven’t had a favourite book in ages. But, guess what? Druuuumroooooll pleaaaaaaase: this one is!!!! It is so good it hurts. I want this book to turn into a human, and I want that human to be my overly - philosophical yet tremendously intelligent best friend. First of all, Dostoevsky’s writing style.... oh boy. I don’t know why, it clinged to me like I cling to my bed on Monday mornings. When he starts a new topic or anything of that sort, he writes about a completely unrelated topic, and then somehow manages to relate it to the current events in the book, which he needs to write about?? what even is this this sorcery. Like, for example, he would start writing about, lets say, shoes, and boom, somehow he’s jumped over to how all people are bad or some shit like that. And you don’t even feel the damned transition. It’s just so smooth and masterful. I’m convinced he does this in the majority of his books, because right now I’m reading “Idiot”, and it’s the exact same in there as well (tell me if any of u guys want a review of that!! I’d be glad to write about the book once I finish it).

You can really tell this guy is a philosopher. I’m not joking when i say this, but there were a couple of spots in the book, which i read about five times, because they blew my mind. Never ever has this happened to me before, where I’m reading something and I get shivers. Like, actual shivers. The monologues about human nature, and why the protagonist actually doesn’t blame himself for the crime, were eye-opening. So amazing. 

Also, the plot twists??? They were mainly connected to other characters (which there were plenty of in the book, so beware of that), and yet so perfectly braided into the story, and when they hit you literally out of the blue, it’s just mind-boggling. 

This book, to me, is like staring at the world though the eyes of a murderer. When he explains his reasoning for the crime, you even start to feel empathy for him, which just shows how there is never one side to a story. This book seriously taught me how there is never only white or black, there is also gray. 

I believe many people are scared of the length. The version I read had ~550 pages, so it’s pretty much that, give or take a few pages. I was really intimidated by the length. I thought that this is one of the og classics, it will be tough, and maybe even boring, and the length really just escalates all those thoughts. I do have to say, the first ~100 pages were hard, man. You have to get used to Dostoevsky’s specific writing mannerisms, monologues that take up to 4 pages and the sometimes overwhelming amount of additional characters with really difficult names, if I do say so myself. BUT. It is so worth it once you push through. Really, take my word as is, I have read a lot of books. This one is definitely worth reading.

If I caught your attention even the slightest bit, please don’t hesitate. I can’t stress enough how amazing this literature masterpiece is.

10\10

I hope you enjoyed your stay in the introvert book club!