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[deityofhearts]

What webcomics have you been reading lately?

So Many. Rn I’ve been reading ���I raised my fiancé with money”, “the red nights at the dukes castle” <- that’s a lie I haven’t read that one in a bit but I need to resume reading it, “revenge on the real one”, “marriage B: wed to the enemy” (I’m reading this one rn, I’ve started over from the beginning because it’s been a bit), “ashtarte”, “how to survive as a maid in a horror game”, “the archdukes gorgeous wedding was a fraud” and literally a bunch more but I don’t think I should list them all as I’m always reading multiple at a time! (I am behind or just starting on a few of these) I’m a big fan of fantasy webcomics, especially isekai or regression ones (I love revenge stories I love seeing bad bitches get revenge) I DONT however like when character forgive people who have wronged them (or the person who’s life is now theirs) and possessive leads :) I have so many webcomic thoughts that I mostly subject my roommate to hearing because they also read webcomics lmao. Sorry this is such a long answer I loved webcomics sooo much

[reysdriver]

A Grandmaster of Sorts | J.P

Your husband James falls victim to Harry's new obsession around the game rock, paper, scissors — dad!james x mom!reader fluff

warnings: none :)

words: 0.9k

a/n: this is based on something that actually happened at a family reunion last week, I just HAD to write about it because it was maybe the cutest thing ever, so enjoy!!

Harry strode into the kitchen with a goal. You weren’t sure what that goal was, but you were excited to find out. He stopped next to the table where you and James were enjoying some tea and he tugged gently on the knee of your husband’s trousers.

“Can we play rock, paper, scissors?” Harry asked his dad. 

That was his new obsession. You taught your son how to play the other day when he told you he was bored when there was nothing to do during a heavy thunderstorm. Ever since, he’s been asking you to play his new favourite game with him.

James put down his teacup and turned to look at his son. 

“Rock, paper, scissors, eh?” James said with cartoonish condescension. “I’m down for a few rounds, but you should be warned, Haz, that I’m the master of that game.” 

James moved around in his chair to face your son, cracking his knuckles obnoxiously to make Harry laugh. 

“You’re on, son.”

They held out their hands, but paused before actually playing. They put on their best game faces and tried analysing each other to guess what their first move would be. 

They both nodded, feeling confident enough to start a game. They lifted their hands and repeated the name of the game, then made their moves. 

A draw. Both hands were positioned with open palms facing the ground. Since paper and paper means a tie, they went again. 

Another draw. Both hands in rock position this time. 

Harry laughed at the situation even though James kept his stoic expression. 

“Where’d you learn all this? The skills must be in the genes, I bet.”

The little boy shook his head happily and pointed at you. “No, Mummy taught me!”

“Well, she must have taught you all my tricks. That’s definitely how you got to my exact skill level.” James proclaimed. “Let’s keep going, I’m gonna win this time.”

Your husband held out his hand, ready to start another match, but your son held out his hands, asking James to pause. 

Harry was doing a poor job at hiding a mischievous grin, so you paid attention to what he had to say. 

“We should try to tie again.” The boy suggested. “We should both do paper.”

James obviously knew what his little boy was plotting, but he didn’t dare show it. He just nodded along as he pretended to mull over the idea. 

“Yeah, we should do that. Then we can match, and you can be just like the great James Potter. I like the sound of that, Haz.”

They agreed on that little plan and then started the next round. Big shocker, Harry betrayed James and threw up scissors, defeating your husband’s move of paper. 

Harry burst out into a fit of adorable giggles as James looked at him with a pretend expression of shock. His jaw practically on the floor and his eyes were full of pain over what just happened. 

“I win, Daddy!” Harry exclaimed after his laughter subsided. 

“Good job, baby!” You congratulated your boy. 

“You tricked me! I demand a rematch.” 

Harry held out his hand for another game, but he wasn’t starting just yet. 

“What if we tied again? We could both do paper.” He suggested, that grin making a reappearance. 

“Are you going to trick me again?” James asked, eyes wide as he looked at Harry. 

“I promise I won’t. I just want it to be another tie.”

James nodded, pretending he trusted his son even after that first double-cross. He agreed to one more round under the pretence that it would be a draw once more. 

But lo and behold, Harry put up another pair of scissors, defeating James. Somehow, James looked even more flummoxed this time, but Harry was just as happy.

“It seems like you aren’t really the king of this game, my love.” You told your husband with a shrug.

James told you that he’d win next time, and the pair resumed their battle. 

You sat and watched Harry pull the same tricks on his father for several more rounds, James keeping up the charade of being shocked at his son’s plays, and Harry finding it absolutely hilarious every single time. 

Eventually, Harry proclaimed that he had simply won too many games to keep going, so he wanted to play by himself in his room. Before he walked off, you kissed him on the forehead and told him you’d bring him a special snack as a prize for winning so much. 

“Harry’s got winning in his blood.” You said to James, standing up from your seat. “Unfortunately, it seems like it comes from my side.”

James stood up right after you. He walked over to the counter where you were preparing the ingredients for Harry’s snack and wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“I know, he’s a champion.” James sighed. “I don’t even think I can break his heart by playing to my full potential.”

There was a quiet moment where the only sound in the room was the small knife slicing through the fruit and against the cutting board. 

With his free hand, James nicked a piece and tossed it in his mouth before you could say anything. Then your husband spoke again. 

“I think I’ll have to start teaching him chess and then have Remus avenge me.”

[archiveikemen]

Jude Jazza 1st Birthday Campaign: Story (2023)

His POV

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Ellis: Jude, this is…

I had just returned to the castle after work when my assistant handed me a memo with an usually serious look on his face.

“Happy birthday, I have your woman with me.”

Jude: — Ah?

…

— A few hours ago.

Kate: Is it your birthday today?

Kate asked the moment she saw my face. Who knows where she got that information from.

(What a nuisance.)

Knowing what was going to happen, I ignored the question and left my seat.

I had just finished my breakfast, and it was time for me to leave for work.

Kate: I just happened to find out earlier on. Is there anything in particular that you need or want?

Jude: I don’t know, you can go ahead and sing a song or something. Oh, but do it when I’m not around.

Kate: Won’t that be meaningless?

Jude: Do I have to spell it out for you? I don’t need anything.

Kate had become significantly less wary of me, compared to when we first met. I dealt with her and put on my coat.

Kate: Are you going to work? It’s your birthday, after all.

Jude: Will it kill you to not keep asking questions day and night?

Victor: Oh? You’re working on your birthday again this year, Jude?

Victor: Make sure to come back in the evening this year. We’ll be waiting to throw a party for you.

Jude: More like a party for you. Last year and the year before, you threw a party even though I wasn't there.

Victor: Every year, I would wait for you to come back, until the day ended… *sniffle*

Roger: Let’s all get drunk and sing a loud “happy birthday” song in the garden.

Jude: Oi. Don’t put your arm over my shoulder, you quack.

Roger: I hope that this year’s party won’t be missing its main character.

(Tch… all the fucking annoying ones are gathered here since morning.)

Jude: I don’t have the culture of celebrating every little occasion. It’s sickening.

I brushed his arm off my shoulders and was about to finally leave the dining room.

Kate: Oh, Jude, is there anything you want…?

(Did I not say that I don’t need anything?)

Kate: I’ll really sing you a song later! Please don’t complain that it’s too ‘insignificant’!

Walking away from that persistent voice that carried a hint of resignation, I left the castle that morning.

…

(So this is the place.)

Instead of begging for their lives to be spared, those bastards who sent me that memo spat out all the information they had.

True enough, there Kate was— dolled up and lying unconscious at the altar, she appeared to have gotten herself ready for tonight’s ‘party’.

(... There’s this revolting feeling in my chest.)

The people who had taken Kate hostage seemed to have something against me.

It was either they were blaming me for their business going bankrupt, or it was just the usual petty grudges.

Kate only got implicated into this because of mine or Crown’s missions. It wasn’t the first time such a thing happened.

And yet, for some reason, I felt especially irritated this time.

(Crown forced a contract onto a woman who was coincidentally present at the scene of an assassination.)

(The Queen insisted that this woman go on our missions with us, despite knowing what dangerous situations she could possibly wind up in.)

(Even after having her life threatened on countless occasions, this woman still refuses to back down.)

(I myself have tested the sheer willpower and guts she had to keep following me around.)

— All of that disgusted me.

(Where’s the ‘happy’ in ‘happy birthday’?)

(Shit.)

Jude: … Oi, you pleb. Are you dead?

I spoke as I stood there, staring down at Kate.

With a groan, Kate stirred and turned to lay on her back.

The hair covering her face spilled onto the floor — revealing her swollen cheek and bloodied lips.

(...)

Something in the core of my mind turned cold.

Kate: … Jude…?

Jude: … What with that hideous appearance? This isn’t funny at all.

Kate: I’m… I’m sorry. I wanted to get you a birthday present, and when I went out to town after seeking permission…

Jude: Screw your apology and how you got captured. I’m asking how you got your face injured.

Kate: They threatened me for information about you, and when I refused to disclose any—

Jude: You could’ve just made some shit up about me.

Kate: I… I can’t do that. You’re always coming to my rescue before I get hurt. I can’t put you in danger because of me.

The response that was so typical of her only made me even more fed up.

(Ah… this woman is hopeless.)

(If I let her keep this up, she will really end up dead one day.)

In the first place, she was only in danger because of the selfish contract Crown forced onto her.

While I had the right to give Kate a piece of my mind, there wasn’t a need for her to feel any obligation towards me.

(I failed to see that.)

She was thick-skinned enough to still spout those pretty words at me, had a strong heart that became enraged upon being looked down on, and was stubborn enough to stand her ground even after being hurt.

I was self-aware that I didn’t hate those traits of hers.

(But… no one can laugh when their birthday present is the dead body of a woman who was innocently dragged into a mess she didn’t create, even as a prank.)

Jude: You seem to have quite a lot of trust in me, however—

Kate: … ggh?

Kate’s body stiffened when I placed my hand on her neck.

Jude: Do you seriously believe that I won’t ever let anyone kill you, or that I’ll always protect you no matter what?

Kate: ugh… haa…

(Oh, you poor thing.)

(You think that you can finally be at ease after being so terrified just now, huh?)

(But you’re wrong. Shall I teach you a little lesson?)

Jude: You haven’t experienced being strangled to the point of losing consciousness, have you?

Jude: I can make that happen, all I have to do is tighten my grip on your throat for about one minute.

I slowly tightened my grip, putting pressure on her pulsating carotid artery.

Kate: ahh… ugh…!

I pinned her struggling body to the floor of the altar.

Light shined in through the stained glass windows onto her hair and skin, making the scene look almost comical.

Jude: You never expected yourself to be strangled by the ally who just rescued you, did you?

Jude: But killing an ally who’s being an eyesore in the heat of the moment is so cliché.

Jude: You’re just a pleb who knows nothing, and yet you tried to go against those low-lifes with that stupid sense of duty of yours.

Jude: You’re a hundred years too early to do that.

Kate: —!

I felt a slight pain in the back of my hand and looked down to see Kate digging her nails into it.

Jude: Hah, look at you trying to fight back. You make me laugh. Even a little kitten can be stronger than you.

Kate: …!

(... What’s with that look?)

Despite the clear difference in strength between the two of us, the resilient look in her eyes never faded.

She was glaring straight at me, as if urging me for something.

Jude: … At this juncture, what is it that you want to say?

I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of things she would say—

The moment I loosened my grip, Kate forcefully shook my hand off.

Kate: Huff… huff…

Jude: … I’m not asking you to start huffing and puffing. I’m asking what you were glaring at me for.

Jude: I’ll go on if you can’t answer.

Kate: I… I…

Kate glared at me with tears in her eyes while desperately trying to catch her breath.

Kate: I’ve experienced horrible things like today’s incident many times, I’ve also witnessed multiple cruel acts; and every time, I would see you enjoying yourself…

Kate: I know very well that you’re a sadist with sick and twisted interests, a villain who finds joy in hearing the screams of other people.

Jude: You don’t say?

Kate: But I believe that deep down, you’re not heartless…

Kate: You may threaten and torment me like this often, and yet when you see that I’m about to die, you do whatever you can to save me.

Jude: You fantasise about me too much.

Kate: Then why do you always look upset whenever I go on missions with you?

Jude: Because you get in my way.

Kate: What are you trying to accomplish by ridiculing me for being soft-hearted?

Jude: That you're so happy-go-lucky that it's an eyesore and a hindrance.

Kate: ... Really?

Despite my harsh words, her eyes remained focused on me.

Kate: ... You show no mercy to people who are arrogant and take human lives lightly.

Kate: ... But looking at it from a different perspective, you save those who have been tyrannised by them.

Jude: The main point is that I enjoy tormenting those bastards. I couldn't care less about who gets saved.

Kate: Whatever your reason may be, doesn't the result remain the same? And that's why I trust you.

Jude: ... Hah, what are you talking about? Sounds stupid as hell.

Kate: But at the same time, I also get that you're not helping me because I value my life.

Kate: That's why, like what you said earlier…

Kate: I don't think that you'll 'always protect me no matter what'.

Her voice trembled with a tinge of loneliness for a moment.

Even Kate herself seemed to be surprised by what she just said and her eyes shifted.

She lifted her head, trying to cover it up.

Kate: What I want to say is that...

Kate: Even if I'll end up being strangled until I lose consciousness, it won't change the way I choose to act.

Kate: If I do get myself captured and threatened again, I won't say a single thing that would put you at a disadvantage.

Kate: That's all I have to say. If you want to go on with what you were doing... be my guest, do as you please.

(A person's life can be so fragile.)

(Trust is useless when you're faced with evil and murderous intentions.)

Some things can't be prevented, no matter how hard you try.

(That fact is more than clear to me.)

But even so, why was I dazzled by her unwavering determination to keep her trust?

Jude: ... I can do as I please?

Kate: ...!

Her shoulders shuddered when I placed my hand on her neck—

Jude: Pfft.

Kate: ...?

(Putting on a brave front when you're actually feeling afraid. Truly idiotic.)

I withdrew my hand from her neck.

Jude: Just as you said, that was a threat.

Jude: However... it's not hard to snap your neck off. Besides, the kind of people I deal with won't be so kind as to hesitate and warn you.

Jude: If you're aware that I'm keeping you at a distance on purpose, then you should know what to do if you're smart enough.

Kate: I thought of avoiding getting myself involved, but…

Jude: But?

Kate: That thinking changed after I noticed various things every time we complete a mission or run away from trouble together.

Kate: And I don't hate that change in myself.

(...)

Kate: Although being captured this time was entirely unintentional... look, I managed to snatch the identification document of the person who captured me.

Kate: If it was you they were after, then they must belong to some sort of organisation, right?

Kate: The ones who captured me were likely someone's subordinates... so perhaps this might serve as a lead to the mastermind behind this.

(... Geez.)

(This girl is truly a bold princess.)

Jude: Don't get too proud of yourself over such a tiny thing. You're like a dog playing fetch.

I took the ID and helped Kate up.

She then exclaimed, as if she suddenly recalled something.

Kate: Oh, right! There's something very important that I forgot to tell you.

Jude: Ah?

Kate: The day isn't over yet, right...?

Kate: Although I didn't manage to get you a present in the end... happy birthday, Jude.

Jude: …

The innocent and pure blessing fell onto my heart with a thud.

(You went through all that, and yet you can still bring yourself to say something so optimistic.)

(Aren't you going to say things like it's all your fault, or that you're no longer in the mood to celebrate?)

All sorts of insults came into my mind, but none of them came out of my mouth.

Nevertheless, the blessing remained warm in my heart, the same way she gave it to me.

Kate: A birthday song is all I can give you... but you don't need that.

Jude: ...

I detested the 'happy birthday' song.

It brought back memories of a dusty attic that reeked of mould and alcohol; I recalled the hoarse voices of 2 people who kept singing while coughing violently, disregarding my protests.

7 years had passed since then, my vengeance should've been long gone.

Yet every time I recalled that raspy voice singing the 'happy birthday' song, the hatred ingrained in me craved to hear the screams of its prey.

But, right now—

Jude: Fine, you can sing. I'm listening.

Kate: Eh? But... you said that you don't have the culture of celebrating every small occasion.

Jude: I changed my mind. I still don't care about the others, though.

Jude: Just yours is enough.

Kate: ... Huh?

Kate's eyes widened for a moment before her cheeks turned bright red.

Kate: H-Huh...?

Jude: ... Heh, what are you blushing about? You simple minded woman.

Kate: Wha... d-did you just tease me again!?

Jude: Who knows? It's obvious that you're very fond of me, though.

Kate: WHAT!? I am not...!

Jude: Yeah, yeah. So, are you going to sing or not?

Kate: ...!!

After being at a loss for words for a brief moment, Kate started to sing.

Her voice was too soft to echo through the church, but it lingered in my ears longer than any other blessing I had ever received.

Birthday Letter

[mhsdatgo]

To the point about Rhaenyra being boring, it continues to elude me why the producers, writers, and directors decided they needed to humanize Rhaenyra by downplaying if not outright removing her worst traits. That’s not humanizing, that’s sanitizing.

There are plenty of female characters that exist in fiction who are frustrating to morally ambiguous, to completely evil but still have their fans and are beloved, or at the very least compelling. The comparisons to Shiv Roy from Succession already exist, so I won’t belabor that point, but look at other shows like Mr. Robot, Better Call Saul, and if anyone really wants to press the button for feminism: The Handmaid’s Tale. Those shows have incredibly well-written female characters that aren’t necessarily paragons.

House of the Dragon choosing to center Rhaenyra as the protagonist as opposed to making her part of a true ensemble a la the original Game of Thrones wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. The narrative decision to frame her as heroic (as far as S1 is concerned) is how we get the ‘Protagonist Centered Morality/Unreliable Narrator’ trope that results in plenty of media literate fans that are either neutral or Green-leaning who feel frustrated that there’s not an equal balance between characters.

Perfectly put together, anon. I'm sorry I answered so late. -_-

There's nothing wrong with characters that are written to be good people, but you see, that only works when said character is written consistently and somewhat realistically. Something that the writers completely didn't do in Rhaenyra's case. Are you going to tell me I'm supposed to watch her go through Visenya's traumatic birth, which by the way, happened so quickly after learning that her father was dead, keep her calm, and find it believable?

There is no sense of reason when it comes to grief. None. When someone close to you is gone, you check out. They take a part of your mind away with them and sometimes you don't even realize it. Especially if it's as horrid, as painful and helpless as what Rhaenyra went through. I am not going to sit here and blame the Greens for that baby's death, for all we know of her she had dragon features and was 100% going to die either way. That is digestible for us viewers/readers, who have no connection for a baby mentioned in a few lines.

But Rhaenyra's her mother. And rightfully, when she loses her this way, she goes mad with grief. She wants someone to blame, she cannot cope with the idea that there is no one to blame in this situation, that it would've happened either way. So she blames her enemies, the Greens. She isn't right, but she isn't even sane anymore, she's just had a stillbirth, how can you expect her to think before she speaks?

But the show strips her completely of this anger, and makes her push for peace. Is it possible that not even THAT can make this perfect angel Qween lose her temper like any human would? I understand wanting to rid her of any sin so she looks like a Saint, but really, where's the flaw in being angry and irrational after your stillbirth?

I never liked Rhaenyra as a person but I was looking forward (I'm STILL looking forward lol) to the role she will play as a character, a literary device, a tool to tell a story. I'm not saying I hope they bring out the worst of her this season so more people have reasons to hate women and feel justified for it, but LET HER BE RIGHTFULLY ANGRY. I'M BEGGING YOU.

People will always choose and be more obsessed with the evil but interesting one, not the one who's got more morals. It's already been said in a post I saw not so long ago, but Luke shouldn't be winning polls for best character against OTTO HIGHTOWER of all people because we choose morality in none other than a world like ASOIAF. Please give characters nuance. There's so much potential they got lazy with using timeskips etc. already.

[the-littlest-lamb]

TW: DROWNING, CHILD DEATH. EPISODE TWO

[Theme song plays, and the screen fades from the title to the set. A bathroom this time, Diamond and Sunny and in the room, Diamond knelt over the edge of the tub that was at the back of the room. Sunny was a bit off to the side.] DIAMOND “I’m filling up the tub now! The sooner you get in the sooner you can get out.” LAMB (from off screen) “No!! I’m not dirty!!” [Lamb enters the room from a door on the left side of the screen, visibly covered in mud. Laugh track plays. Diamond frowns.] DIAMOND “You’re filthy. Don’t make me hold you down and wash you myself.” [Sunny smiles at Lamb.] SUNNY “Come on it’s not that bad, it won’t take long until you can go play again.” LAMB “Papa, not you too!? Uaghhh… Fine…” [Lamb kicked something invisible on the ground, grumbling.] SUNNY “Yes, me too. HM, maybe this will make it better?” [Sunny takes a rubber duck from behind his back and squeaks it in demonstration. Lamb looks awestruck by the duck.] SUNNY “He’s yours if you get in the bath!”

LAMB “Woah… how’d you do that?! Okay!!” [Diamond picks Lamb up and puts them in the tub.] DIAMOND “You spoil them too much. Lamb’s always going to fight if you keep giving them rewards.” [Sunny gives Lamb the rubber duck, then turns to diamond half whispering to them. It is still very audible on the mic.] SUNNY “Don’t worry, it’s the same exact duck each time anyway.” [Diamond sighs, also stage whispering.] DIAMOND “Still, Lamb needs to learn to listen to us, not just because there’s a duck.” [Lamb is giggling and playing with the duck, splashing it around in the Tub.] LAMB “Look at Mr.Ducky!! He can fly!!” DIAMOND “That’s great. Don’t forget to actually wash yourself while you’re playing.” LAMB “I won’t!! You’re no fun dada…” [Lamb frowns, grumbling their words.] DIAMOND “Yeah yeah, I’m the meanie. Now, you need to learn how to wash yourself, so let’s give Lamb some space.” SUNNY “Yeah, you’re right, maybe they’ll find it to be easier or more fun this way too.” [Sunny stepped through the door on the left, and Diamond followed.] [Lamb washed themself off, played with their ducky at first. However as time dragged on, Lamb found themself bored. They had played their games with Mr Ducky, and now they needed a new one.] LAMB “Hm… What can we play..? Ooo!! I know!! Lets see who can hold their breath the longest!!” [Lamb giggled, took a deep breath, held ducky and plugged their nose. They went under the water. At first, they held Ducky down so he had a bit of a chance, then they let Ducky go. Lamb decided that they weren’t done. So they kept going.] [At some point, Lamb forgets they can't breathe underwater. They open their mouth, shocked when water fills it as they breathe in. In their shock, they unplug their nose and breathe in more water. They feel the water fill their lungs, a crushing weight in the poor kid’s chest. They come up, unable to cough it all up. Within the minute, they lose their consciousness, and float, hung up in the water. But hey, at least they won!] [Diamond comes in not much later, quickly followed by Sunny.] DIAMOND “See Lamb, bath time isn’t so bad.” [Lamb didn’t respond.] DIAMOND “Lamb?” SUNNY “You can go and play- wait what..?” DIAMOND “Lamb Chop this isn’t funny.” [Diamond lifted Lamb’s limp body out of the water.] DIAMOND “Answer me when I call your name.” SUNNY “I don’t- I don’t think they can.” [Sunny’s staring in shock.] SUNNY “We- we gotta do something. You have to do something!” DIAMOND “They're just being stubborn again, probably upset that I made them take a bath. If you think something needs to be done then why don't you do it? I swear it's like you have me do everything in this house.” SUNNY “Wouldn't they answer? There has to be a reason they aren't talking, they talk all the time. The duck got their tongue?” [Sunny looks very uncertain about this situation. Worry across his face.] DIAMOND “You know that Lamb has their moments. They’ll drop it when they realize they aren’t getting the response they want.” [Diamond carried Lamb towards the door, the body moving like a ragdoll.] SUNNY “You’re right. This just doesn’t feel right, but I’m probably overreacting! Yeah, that must be it. Emotions getting the best of me.” [Sunny shakes their body a bit, smiling slightly again. The family leaves the bathroom, and the screen fades to black.] Fin

[aquarium-ina-bag]

Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows with Tides - 6

Never stay the whole night ch6

Words: 2k

Parings: Wednesday x Reader

Warnings: blood, bullets, small violence.

A/N: A longer one since I need to take a break so I can be productive rq, but give me ideas of what u wanna see, like how Ty will be revealed, or lil hc's, anyways enjoy.

This sheep is still here, mocking Wednesday with its existence. From the moment she woke up, it was in her face, chewing at the comforter. She wondered if you’d notice it was gone; surely if she buried it well, you wouldn’t know. Right, the task at hand is to figure out why you’re in this school in the first place, plus get rid of this Hyde.

You were at the table when she came out for the morning; you leaned against it, refusing to sit down. Your groggy eyes glued on Enid made Wednesday a little angry; all your attention was stuck on the blonde, while everyone else’s eyes at the table were stuck on you, Bianca almost was able to mirror Wednesday’s death stare. What were you talking about that was so important to the point you didn’t even look at Wednesday?

She finally started to approach the group, avoiding your eyes almost as a punishment for avoiding hers.

Yoko laughed after finishing her sip of donated blood, saying, "Speak of the devil." 

Enid turned around with enough energy that it almost looked as if she had broken her neck in the process. She slammed her hands on the table, "Wednesday, please, can we keep Skate?" Those damn puppy eyes, "Y/n said it was up to you; I promise he won’t eat your stuff; I’ll keep him clean; he won’t even go on your side." 

"No." Wednesday deadpanned.

Ajax was trying to understand the situation. "Who the hell is Skate? And why does he eat things?"

"It’s my new sheep!" Enid started to pull up a picture of her and the sheep; he was full of hair clips and nail paint. 

"You have a sheep?! Weems is so gonna kill you if she finds out." Kent budded in, trying to get a closer look at the picture. 

"That’s why we aren’t keeping it, I don’t care what Enid or Y/n says we are putting it back." Wednesday scolded. 

"If you don’t want him so badly, get up so we can show Mr. Kovacs." You whispered. Wednesday shuddered; your breath tickled the shell of her ear when you spoke. When she turned around to possibly beat the brains back into you, you weren’t there, you were still leaning against the table, looking at everyone else, before taking a small glance at her. 

She had to be going crazy because nobody made a comment about how close you were to her, but it had to be real because you gestured for her to get up. Like she was in some trance, she did. Everyone seemed to ignore the fact that you two were leaving until both of you were out of sight.

"What was that?" Wednesday, still appalled. She scanned you for any differences in body language. 

"It’s called walking; I learned it when I was a baby." You joked and continued to walk to her dorm. 

"Not that, how you said something behind my ear but you didn’t even move." 

"I know your therapists labeled you as crazy, Wends, but jeez. I didn’t think It was that bad." 

"You looked at my files?" She was more offended that you looked at her student files than her nickname. 

"Spoiler alert: when I was still working, Weems told me you'd be under my watch if things went south. Keep you out of trouble, you know?" You paused and laughed, saying, "Well, things did go south, but she wanted to spare you, plus I was busy fixing your Xavier mess up, how you falsely accused him, and I was trying to keep you out of jail from behind the scenes."

Wednesday noticed how slowly the two of you were walking. "I don’t believe that." 

"Well, it’s the truth, hun." You shrugged.

"Don’t call me that; Weems said you’re mandatorily stuck in this school. Why?"

"Because it’s a place for outcasts?" Duh." 

"I understand that, but what makes you an outcast?" Wednesday was about avoiding the long game. 

But you made her play anyway, "because I’m an emo loner." You laughed and quickened your pace to get to the room. 

You opened the door to find Skate relaxed on Wednesday's bed, chewing on the pillowcases. You turned to Wednesday’s irked face and laughed. She mumbled something about killing it before dragging him off the bed, the pillow still in his mouth. She let out a muffled groan.

"Carry him to the class," Wednesday ordered.

You faked a yawn, "Don’t know, Ms. Addams, I kinda don’t feel like it, I did carry him yesterday." You stretched your torso, she watched you tuck your shirt back in, stuff your hands in your pockets, and sway, waiting for Wednesday to move the sheep. 

"He’s at least 200 pounds, you can’t imagine me carrying that." 

"I did it, so get to lifting or find some other way." 

Wednesday turned around to pull out a drawer from the black desk, she white-knuckled a raveled-up rope in anger. The angry girl started to make a lead for Skate; he was getting jittery once she attempted to put it around him. Wednesday looked up to stare into your eyes. You nodded and helped her keep him still without hurting him. Though she used this opportunity to make you walk him to the class,

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"You stole a whole damn sheep." Mr. Kovacs gaped, staring at you, Wednesday, then back to the sheep. 

You slowly nodded, "Now give us our grade," in a demanding tone. 

"Fine fine, just please put it back before I have to report you to Weems; its nails are painted. What the hell?"

You both nodded and turned to leave the class with Skate. Wednesday didn’t refuse this time when you took him back to her dorm. 

"I’ll be back later tonight to drop him off back at the farm." You leaned against the doorway, watching the raven remove the lead from Skate, and ushered him outside on the balcony. 

"Do it now, I want him gone." 

"Aw, lighten up, you don’t mean that." That damn whispering again in her ear, she fanned the area around her ear, hoping to hit you. 

"You just did it again, the whispering." Wednesday sounded agitated.

"I said loud and clear, ‘I need to do it at night so it’s darker.' Get your head and ears checked out." 

"I’m not dissimulating; I know what I heard and felt; you were right behind me and whispered something." 

You chuckled, "You take something today?" 

"I refuse to participate in narcotics, but I won’t sanction your gaslighting." 

"Still don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway,  see you tonight, Addams." You pushed off the doorframe and walked away. Of course, who other than Enid replaced your presence. 

"Another date again?" She giggled 

"It wasn’t a date." The raven bit, "Don’t you have a class to go to?" 

"Don’t you? But I’m here to check on my little Skater. I brought him food." Enid walked toward the spider web window and went out of it. Feeding the animal outside. Wednesday rolled her eyes, getting ready to leave for her next class. 

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A knock at the door startled the girls in the room who were watching the scary movie. Wednesday’s cello playing wasn’t helping the eerie feeling either.

"Yoko, you get it!" Enid pushed the vampire out of the huddle of people, blankets, and pillows. 

"I'm not getting it! You have claws; you get it." Another knock, and the girls scream again. 

"Divina, come with me, so you can siren song them, and then I’ll claw their eyes out." Enid proposed. 

"Claw my eyes out, we’re going to have a problem, Sinclair." Your voice wasn’t recognizable to them. 

Enid got up in fear "IT KNOWS MY NAME!" Wednesday playing sharpened, they all ran outside on the balcony with Skate and Thing. Wednesday paused and looked at the group as they scrambled to explain all at the same time. 

"PERSON AT DOOR!" "THEY KNOW MY NAME! "THEY’RE GOING TO KILL US!" "HELP WEDNESDAY, PLEASE!" "Bah," she pieced what she could, excluding the bah. To get out of this hellscape, she went to the door and opened it. You looked down to stare at her. 

"Hi." Flashing those gorgeous teeth of yours, she thought. 

"Good evening." 

"What are they watching?" You craned your neck to view the Macbook on the ground.

"Scream franchise."

You giggled, "Ironic, but where’s my sheep?" Wednesday moved to guide you outside. The other posse calmed down. 

"Oh, it’s you." Divina spoke. Removing herself from the group, she went back inside. 

"Hi Y/n, want to join us for the movie?" Enid invited. 

"No, but I must take Rollerblade here." You picked him up and headed for the window door, but were stopped by Yoko and Enid, who protested. 

"DON'T TAKE HIM AWAY PLEASE!" "IT'SDON'T NOT HIS TIME!" "MY BABY!" 

Enid was so eager to get her sheep back that she accidentally dug her claws into your side. You hissed and pulled yourself out, and blood oozed on your white T-shirt.

Enid immediately apologized and let you go. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m sor-" moving her hand back and forth, contemplating if she should touch you again.

"-It’s fine, it’s nothing. "I just wasn’t prepared." You laughed.

Wednesday watched you in vexation and reached her hand out to help, but you shook your head. 

"I’m good, I promise." You smiled again. How could you be okay? Enid’s nails are long, that has to be deep. 

They watched you head back into the room, and they followed. Enid sat back down, drowning in guilt. Wednesday and you left the dorm and shut the door. 

"Let me at least clean it." Her eyes were softened, way more than she would be with Enid. 

"Here, I’ll go head to my room to fix it before I drop him off." A tight-lipped smile to calm down the girl in front of you. 

She sighed out her nose before nodding. You walked in the wrong direction, away from your room. Wednesday almost said something, but let you go. When you were out of sight, she cursed herself for not forcing you to get help. 

You were on your way behind the school, deeper in the woods, making sure nobody could see. The bleeding stopped; the blood was even gone—not even a drop on the white tee. But more should be shed now.

Your back started to welt, almost as if something was trying to escape, and it did. Clawing its way out from your back, cracking, crushing, and popping, ripping the back of said tee and your flesh, large bones equal to bird wings clawed out, the blood coated against them forming feathers, blood red feathers fading to something darker at the base. It was silky, cognate to blood when you stretched out in the moonlight. There was not a wince, whine, or cry from you when these extra appendages scratched out of you. You just sighed and lifted yourself and the sheep off the ground, heading back for his home. 

As you dropped him down, a bang echoed, and all you felt was something hot stuffed inside your wing. You groaned and flew with the speed of the fastest hawk back to your balcony. The landing was a little wobbly, but you still made it. The feathers dropped elegantly on the cold concrete, where they puddled into blood. The flesh hugging the bird bones was midnight, coextensive to bat wings; they poured down as syrupy blood, and the bullet fell into the puddles. Those long, blood coated bones crawled back into your back with the same cracking, wet crushing, and popping. The pool of blood crawled up your article of clothing and back into the large open wounds on your back; it shut and healed like nothing ever happened tonight, and your tattoo is still perfectly scarred on you—not a scar, nothing.

"I’m not on my game today, am I?" You laughed before going inside, to do your nightly routine.

[taiyaki-translations]

A Gift to Spring Breeze - 1

Season: Winter Characters: Chiaki, Eichi, Subaru, Mitsuru, Adonis Translator: taiyaki-translations

Chiaki: …Ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred! Time's up! The capture operation has begun! Is everyone ready!? Nice, I don’t see a single person around! Although it breaks my heart to have to go against my comrades who have joined the enemy camp… In the name of preserving justice, the hero must be unwavering in fulfilling his mission! I, Chiaki Morisawa of the Burning Heart, will definitely take everyone down in one fell swoop! Of course, you are all welcome to come forward and surrender yourselves, and join me on the side of justice! Ahahahaha ☆

Eichi: ……. (Wasn’t the point of today’s “Sports Survivors” activity to play Cops and Robbers, not a game of make-believe heroes?) (As expected of Chiaki. No matter the situation, he can quickly adjust it to a way that best suits him.) (However, he followed the rules properly and counted to one hundred before he started to take action…) (Thanks to my body being slowed down by the cold weather, I can only do this much. Truly, I may have the will, but I do not have the strength to back it up.) Hey, but Subaru-kun, why are you hiding here with me? With your level of physical fitness, surely you don’t need to rely on a tactic like hiding to win, right?

Subaru: Hm~ Actually, I originally planned on running as far away as I could. After all, if you’re caught by Chi-chan-senpai, who is playing the role of the cop, he will definitely grab onto you tightly to the point that you can’t move. It’s a bit unbearable… 

But I found some shiny things in the grass by the road, and I couldn’t help but stop to pick a few of them up.

By the time I became aware of my surroundings again, I could already hear Chi-chan-senpai’s footsteps, so I had no choice but to hide myself nearby. 

Surely the kind-hearted Eichi-senpai won’t be so cruel as to kick me out~?

Eichi: Fufu. Although it would be interesting to watch a high speed chase between Subaru-kun and Chiaki, we’re comrades in the same boat right now. Let’s cover for each other.

Subaru: Yeah~ We’re in this together! (stretches hand out for a high five)

Eichi: Yeah~♪ (returns the high five)

Subaru: As a token of my gratitude, lemme show you the stuff I found!

Eichi: Mm… I’m not trying to be dismissive of your interests, but now is probably not the time for us to keep chatting like this— 

Subaru: Wow, there’s some on the grass here too! Today must be my lucky day ☆

Eichi: ……?

Wait, Subaru-kun…!

Subaru: Yahoo~ Got it ☆

Chiaki: Gotcha ☆

Subaru: …Eh? I clearly remember jumping towards a sparkling button, how did it suddenly turn into Chi-chan-senpai!?

Chiaki: Eh? So you didn’t jump towards me because you saw me!?

Subaru: Oh darn, I was too careless~! Hurry, let me go~!

Chiaki: ……☆

Eichi: Ah? Even while holding onto Subaru-kun who is struggling so desperately, you were still able to grab me while I was trying to escape. Chiaki, you really are amazing.  

So this means Subaru-kun and I are out. That was quicker than I thought, I feel like I didn’t have the chance to really enjoy myself in the game. 

Subaru-kun, could it be that you took my physical condition into account and you made a big fuss on purpose so Chiaki would find us quickly?

Subaru: Hm? I didn’t put that much thought into it? I just saw something shiny so I made a grab for it out of instinct ☆

Eichi: I see. I suppose the next time we play hide-and-seek, I should prepare some kind of bait to lure in Subaru-kun ♪

So, the interesting things you wanted to show me earlier are these buttons?

Subaru: Hehe, these are no ordinary buttons! The sparkly, transparent material has been polished into several facets, so when you put it up to the sunlight, it will refract the light into colorful rays!

Chiaki: Ooh, that’s true! It looks like a sparkling gem!

Eichi: But Subaru-kun, you picked up several of these buttons along the road, right? If it were just one or two, it would mean that they’ve accidentally fallen off someone’s clothes because they were loose. 

Subaru: Hmm… Eichi-senpai, are you trying to say that it's possible that someone might have dropped their sewing materials here? For example, the producer or Kiryu-senpai?

Okay, I got it… I’ll take a photo and upload it to HoldHands later to see if anyone wants to claim them. 

Chiaki: Mm hm! You’re doing the right thing, Akehoshi! Let me praise you!

Eichi: —Uwah!? Chiaki, your eyesight shouldn't be so bad that you’d mistake me for Subaru-kun? 

Subaru: Haha, I sensed that Chi-chan-senpai would try to hug me again so I dodged in the nick of time! I won’t make the same mistake twice ☆

Eichi: …Okay, Chiaki, you should let me go and hurry up to find the other two now, right? 

However, I didn’t get to exercise much today; I've barely built up a sweat. This defeats the original purpose of getting a workout. 

Speaking of which, the last time I played tag with “fine”, Yuzuru mentioned a version that involved a  “helper ghost”, and I’ve always wanted to try it. 

How about this time, you let Subaru-kun and I return to the battlefield to help you catch the “thieves” together? Of course, I will try my best without tiring myself out too much.

Chiaki: Very good, very good, this way the forces of justice have grown stronger! Let us find Tenma-kun and Otogari-kun together and have a magnificent final battle!

<Some time later, at dusk>

Chiaki: Haa… Haa… Even though I managed to get a trail on those two, no matter how much I chased, I couldn’t catch them. Truly, they are worthy of being called members of the track and field club. 

Akehoshi! Tenshouin! How are you two?

Subaru: Haa, haa… I barely caught up to Chi-chan-senpai, but Eichi-senpai probably stopped to rest halfway.

Chiaki: Even if I keep running like this, I’ll reach my limit sooner or later. A hero should have the courage to acknowledge his own shortcomings and turn that into motivation to stand again! 

So— The capture operation ends here! I admit defeat! Although it’s a bit regrettable, I still had a lot of fun…☆

Mitsuru: Yay~! Ado-chan-senpai, we won~☆

Adonis: Haha. It was a pretty good run we had today. 

Hm? I heard a strange noise just now.

Mitsuru: Ahaha… That’s just my stomach growling. When the weather is cold, I really want to eat something hot! 

Subaru: Speaking of hot food… How about we go get some steamed buns? 

Ukki and Hokke worked at a Chinese restaurant with “2wink” once. (1) They said the buns there had a lot of different fillings and were very tasty!

Mitsuru: Uwah, hearing that makes me even hungrier! Let’s quickly find Ei-chan-senpai and ask him if he wants to come with us to buy some steamed buns~!

Translation Notes: 1. Referring to the story Kung Fu.

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[tarot-by-e11e]

Hey, there!!! @tarot-by-e11e 🌸Hope you are having a wonderful day☀️

I'd like to participate in your 'Poll-Chosen Theme of Ask Game'

Initials/Nickname : SHEY (Pronouns-she her)

Self-Empowering Song : 'Titanium' by David Guetta ft. Sia

Dream Life : My dream life is one where I wake up each day feeling inspired, surrounded by nature and loved ones. It's a life where I can be my most authentic self, pursuing my passions, creating something meaningful, and finding joy in everyday moments.

Hi SHEY,

Thank you so much for participating in my new ask game~

Titanium is absolutely iconic, energizing, and empowering! You ended up making me super nostalgic and started stimming on the song! LOL

Ooooooooohhhh I love for you to turn this dream into a reality! You can definitely achieve it!!

The cards I pulled for you regarding the Encouragement of your Future Self are:

8 of Wands, King of Swords, Ace of Wands

These are the things your Future Self wants to tell you:

“Being your authentic self takes action, consistent, improving actions. So long as you keep showing up and you track your progress, then you won’t lose your drive to keep pushing forward.”

“The more motivated you are, the more you show up for yourself. The more you show up for yourself, the more you progress and evolve. The more you progress and evolve, the quicker you master those skills. So don’t lose your excitement in this dream. If you feel like gamifying your tasks and habits, do so~ Keep doing what excites you the most! You’ll gain abundance quicker that way.”

“Be strict with the parameters of your tracked progress. Having this discipline to take note of what works and doesn’t work for you would make a world of difference for us. However, this doesn’t mean you’ll be all work no play…

If you feel the need to schedule daily stress-free hours, do so. Schedule your rest periods if you deem them necessary. Self-care is nonnegotiable, okay? You won’t be able to show up for yourself if you don’t put your needs and priorities first. You’re not a bad person for putting yourself first, okay? You can’t pour out of an empty cup. Fill up your life with joy by having your needs and wants met first.”

“As much as you want to give to others, it’s best to you put your needs first. With that, be disciplined to achieve a sustainable work-life balance”

“Fuel your passion. Feed the fire of your desires. Living a fulfilling life is possible for me because of your hard work. We get to live a life way better than our dreams because you didn’t give up.”

“You are one of the people that can monetize your passions. So please let yourself get creative and be open to the new. Take calculated risks and always be open to take detours when met with roadblocks. Go with the flow of the situation as if you’re surfing the highs and lows of life.”

This is all I can read for you.

Do let me know how this resonates with you.

(This reading is for entertainment purposes only)

[floatingcatacombs]

once you recognize the secret reason for her exposure, you will feel ashamed of your words & deeds.

12 Days of Aniblogging 2022, Day 9

This is your usual anime blogger’s girlfriend speaking. We watched a lot of the same anime together this year, so in the interests of not stepping on her toes, I’ve decided that instead of screaming about how Togame’s scheming lost the importance placed on it in the original LNs, Prospera grabbing Miorine’s face, or how much I fucking hate Minmay (so much) I’m going to be talking at you about the visual novels I read this year.

THE BIG LIST OF VISUAL NOVELS I READ THIS YEAR:

Umineko No Naku Koro Ni

Full Metal Daemon Muramasa

Coquette Dragoon: Love is a Parasite

AI: The Somnium Files

VA-11 Hall-A (Reread)

Heaven Will Be Mine (Reread)

Can you guess what all these stories have in common? That’s right. Today’s article is all about

VISUAL NOVELS I READ THIS YEAR WITH MAIN CHARACTERS WHO ARE PERVERTS WHERE THAT’S ACTUALLY A REALLY IMPORTANT PART OF THEIR CHARACTERIZATION IN MULTIPLE WAYS AND NOT JUST AN EXCUSE TO HAVE THEM PUT IN SITUATIONS WITH SCANTILY-CLAD GIRLS AND YOU ONLY FIND THAT OUT AFTER HOURS OF PLAY TIME BUT ITS WORTH IT NO TRUST ME WHERE ARE YOU GOING PLEASE COME BACK (or; But once you recognize the secret reason for her exposure, you will feel ashamed of your words & deeds.)

Presented mostly in increasing order of desperation to convince you that no, you have to believe me, it’s actually really relevant ok???

Heavy spoilers ahead, as well as content warnings for discussion of rape, incest, and a whole bunch of other objectionable stuff that I apparently found it worth wading through.

HEAVEN WILL BE MINE

Protagonists: Bratty Saturn, Old Tired Horse Luna-Terra, MILF-Coded Pluto

Difficulty Of Recommendation Due To Sexual Deviation: Saturn gets off on having her mech crushed, stabbed, and shot in the neck; Pluto balances love and the desire to cause pain; Luna-Terra is a leatherwoman and has an absolutely wild relationship with her boss. That said, if you gave this to somebody who wasn’t queer and couldn’t read between the lines, it would just be a story about mech war in space (certain CGs aside).

No It’s Really Thematically Important Trust Me: Heaven Will Be Mine is a game about how mecha combat and gay sex are the same thing, and also how great both those things are as mediums for intimate connection.

Test Pilot Saturn dares psychic prodigy Pluto, who’s always holding back, to unleash her full power and fight her as hard as she can. Sometimes a girl just wants to get hit!

Just because we never see penetration on screen doesn’t mean that certain things aren’t obvious to anybody who can read the subtext: Saturn keeps getting her mech, which is wired into her senses, hit/shot/crushed and always gets really happy whenever it happens; Pluto really wants to wreck her ex but won’t do it unless she asks for it; Luna-Terra, shackled to Earth by her chain of command, wears Memorial Foundation-mandated bondage gear. I could talk about that last one and her deal forever but instead you can just read and comment and leave kudos on and bookmark my manifesto about how incredibly sexually compelling it is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37263772/chapters/92975275

Heaven Will Be Mine is also an examination of stances on queer assimilationism and the contexts that shape them (if you paid enough attention to the game, that’s enough to tell you which faction has my heart). The victory condition is whatever happens when all three of the pilots stick together: sex/combat/communication are ways to move forward to whatever future they decide on.

But sexuality/connection/opening a rival’s cockpit up isn’t a good thing in and of itself. The Directors and Halimede, 2.5 of whom were sexually involved with one of the main three pilots, make the failure states clear: opening yourself up for people more powerful than you who only care about your body, or who care about their dream more than they care about you, or who you voluntarily ablate yourself for, or even just who want what they think is best for you if what they want is unhealthy enough, can get you remolded into something you don’t have input over.

VA-11 Hall-A

Protagonist: Jill Stingray, bartender at a tender bar

Difficulty Of Recommendation Due To Sexual Deviation: woman noticing other women’s bodies, thinks about sex a lot, has a pink shirt with SLUT on it hanging in her apartment. Jill is bisexual but prefers women. Male gaze filtered through a woman’s eyes;

No It’s Really Thematically Important Trust Me: Otheredness. VA-11 Hall-A has roots in imageboard culture (just look at Danger/u/) – and back in the day, a huge part of that culture was being really into girls and shipping them together like BL fans shipping guys. Jill looks at the girls she bartends for as special in the same way as the game’s presumed player, as othered from them and longing for them, sexually and/or otherwise. It’s not a coincidence that both jaded jackass Ingram and Jill spend nights with Dorothy where she’s specifically providing non-sexual emotional companionship; they both need a kind of intimacy that neither would be able to accept from a guy.

Jill’s perspective can be titillating, sure, but the tangible love VA-11 Hall-A was written with makes it clear that its missteps come from naivety, not ill intent. One of the money-based thresholds she needs to meet is for a porn subscription; fail and Jill will spend the next day idly thinking about actors’ bodies instead of focusing on her job – but that’s a natural consequence, not a moral judgement. Sex doesn’t make her, or anyone else, impure, and fantasizing about your clients and co-workers is fine as long as you aren’t being a Donovan D Dawson and sexually harassing people.

Attraction between women in VA-11 Hall-A is weird, yeah, but not in a hateful way. It's not an accident that so many people with non-standard relationships to womanhood (trans, non-binary, various flavors of woman-identifying with various flavors of attraction to women) have been associated with the particular cultures around anime, with their specific pedestalizations of women. N1RV Ann-A can simmer for as long as it needs while Fer figures things out. Whatever self-understanding they arrive at will make their next game the better for it.

COQUETTE DRAGOON

Protagonist: Xiomara Rosales, pilot of the titular Coquette Dragoon

Difficulty Of Recommendation Due To Sexual Deviation: Xio gets off on being treated like a child, and also on peeing herself.

No It’s Really Thematically Important Trust Me: Coquette Dragoon is a game about agency and feeling like filth and dehumanization by the vast grinding cogs of bureaucracy and war. It’s not hard to understand why being given a girlhood without agency would appeal to a trans character; incontinence is deeply tied to loss of control/agency. By signing up with the Lilac military, Xio trades her morals and independence for an escape from poverty and a mech. The really interesting thing here is her own interactions with the shame she feels, and not just for killing people for money: not knowing which non-vacuum-sealed food to order is humiliating, and having a room to herself for the first time in her life just leaves her ashamed of not decorating it. She’s not ashamed of her mech, though, just how much she likes it – the power to kill is a heady drug.

Compare Xio and her shame complexes to those of the other character into wetting herself: unabashed little pervert creature Lady Bell-Chime Katzbalger, bastard daughter of a weapons manufacturer on the other side of the war, who carries her stuffed animal everywhere, writes incest rpf about her best friend’s boss and her daughter, and publishes purin pudding tf doujinshi (dear reader, I know you know what those words mean) – but who never talks about her home life, the fact that a genetic disorder has left her incapable of eating solid food, or the nobility loudly whispering about her behind her back.

And here, after Coquette Dragoon, we get to the games with male protagonists. There’s nothing inherently objectifying about having a male point of view character but boy does “it’s ok when girls do it” make for more recommendable fiction.

UMINEKO NO NAKU KORO NI

Protagonist: Battler Ushiromiya, The Guy Who On Seeing His Cousin For The First Time In Six Years Immediately Asks If He Can Grope Her, Who Remarks That His Aunt Has A Woman’s Charms, And Tells His Ten Year Old Cousin To Promise That He’ll Be Able To Feel Her Up Once She Hits Puberty

Difficulty Of Recommendation Due To Sexual Deviation: You read that last phrase, right? If that wasn’t enough for you, there’re sexually-charged torture sequences.

No It’s Really Thematically Important Trust Me: Once you finish this two Les Miserables long behemoth and then read the Confession Of The Golden Witch chapters in the manga you will feel ashamed of your words and deeds.

Okay so the story goes to pains to point out that Battler is being awful from the beginning; after he tries to pull his shit on Jessica she tells him that his dick hasn’t grown at all, elderly housekeeper Kumasawa harasses him and everybody laughs, and then, when he tries to grope Kinzo’s servant Shannon, he’s legitimately shocked and upset when she doesn’t stop him, implying she’s been a victim of sexual assault by Kinzo.

Wow! You might think. The author sure wants to portray this guy as a horny idiot. That’s not really enough of a reason to make him so sex-obsessed though. And it isn’t!

Shortly thereafter Umineko reveals what it’s actually about: Japanese family norms enabling horrific intergenerational trauma as victims take all their pain and hatred out on those weaker than them.

(and then the murders start.)

(and then the magic meta-world reveals itself.)

Battler then goes on to be tortured and humiliated by the “blonde and bouncy is best” witch Beatrice, her servants, a set of seven penetration-loving sisters in identical slutty little outfits, leashed with a chain, stripped naked and treated as furniture, etc etc.

Wow! You might think. The author sure does love femdom!

And then we get magic battles and mystery-solving and intergenerational cycles of abuse and “wow! What the fuck is wrong with Battler” falls by the wayside.

…

HEAVY HEAVY SPOILERS AHEAD

Four and a half Mobys-Dick into the five-plus Moby Dick visual novel, the reader has been shown an awful lot of suffering Ushiromiya women: Eva, smartest of family head Kinzo’s children, whose father forbid her from attending college and whose excessively anime skill in martial arts stems from a deep-seated complex around the comparative weakness of her female body; Rosa, who endured years and years of horrific abuse from her father and siblings, and who now takes all that pain out on her ten-year-old daughter by hitting her just as she herself was hit, convinced that Maria is the reason men don’t want her; Natsuhi, who was forcibly married in to seal a business deal, whose inability to bear children (before Jessica’s conception) alone left her near-suicidal for years, and whose husband’s status as the heir has left her the target of vicious harassment by the other Ushiromiya women; Kyrie, for whom marriage into the Ushiromiyas was an escape from an even worse family, and who would kill with a smile on her face for love; 18 year old Jessica, who goes by Jessie at school and delivers a heartbreaking lecture about how having even one place where she can be herself means she can last through absolutely everything else at home; ten-year-old Maria, who turns to magic as a coping mechanism for her mother beating and screaming at her; and Ange, who was left at home because she was sickly and spends the next twelve years wishing for her older brother Battler to come home to her. Every single one has something to tell us about the culprit, and so, by the time we finally get the culprit’s backstory and motives, it doesn’t seem so outlandish or contrived.

It's a very Revolutionary Girl Utena style of character development via foiling: Tsuwabuki informs Miki informs Saionji informs Touga informs Akio.

Five or so Moby-Dicks in, critical clues to the culprit’s identity and backstory are finally revealed: Kinzo, the Ushiromiya family patriarch, raped the daughter he’d had with his secret mistress. When that daughter’s (male) child fell off a cliff, his servants rescued the child in secret, performed genital reconstructive surgery on the damaged portions of that child’s body and raised her in the image of her mother so that their master would have somebody to apologize to.

That child, raised among cruel servants years older than them on the Ushiromiya family island, dreaming of magic and reading mysteries, fell in love with Battler when he and his family attended yearly family meetings. (Maria: special interest as coping mechanism; Rosa: abused woman convinced a man will save her). He promised to take her away from the island and then forgot about it (they were both like twelve) – but she convinced herself that she’d get married and have his children and have the kind of family together that she so desperately wanted. (Ange: years of praying for Battler to come home; Kyrie: Love as escape and as something worth killing for, when you have nothing else.)

Upset at her body’s failure to develop into a woman’s, and feeling that that was why Battler hadn’t returned for her, that girl thought she’d be able to cut off her emotions and give up on him by starting to disguise herself as a boy. (Natsuhi: failure of her body to do the things she felt a woman’s body should do; Eva: a woman longing for the perceived strength and emotional deadness of masculinity; Jessica: compartmentalizing makes everything fine)

Pretending to be a boy doesn’t give her the emotional deadening she wants. She discovers that she’s bisexual when she falls in love with Battler’s cousin Jessica; Jessica herself develops a crush on the waifish and gloomy boy who she thinks has just been hired as a new servant. A third Ushiromiya cousin, George, falls in love with her as a girl, and she starts to return his affections, making it impossible for her to boymode fulltime without losing somebody else she cares about.

When the culprit solves the puzzle Kinzo has laid out for her (his original mistress loved mysteries) and learns her whole history, she has to contend with the fact that everything about her – her body, her love of mystery novels, her upbringing on the island – was deliberately controlled and seeded to make her into somebody Kinzo could believe was his daughter returned to him in his dying confusion. Worse,

[I was shuddering with disgust.]

All three people she’s hopelessly in love with, who could save her and take her away from her miserable life on the island, are her cousins.

And yet she can’t bring herself to stop being in love with them. She has nothing else good in her life! Moving forward would mean hiding this from them – and hiding her body from them – and, to her, replicating Kinzo’s incest-rape.

And this is why, when she writes the first two parts of Umineko, she portrays Battler as an incestuous horny creep. How could he be anything else for wanting something as disgusting as her? Of course Jessica and George are shown as ridiculously blithe; neither has noticed that they’ve fallen for her worksonas – but it’s Battler she loved first, and Battler who the witch Beatrice loves torturing most, and who she wants to unmask and kill her.

And once you know this, other pieces start falling into place. “Shannon”, the culprit’s work name while dressed as a maid, is so cartoonishly well-endowed because she’d been stuffing her shirt the whole time, insecure about her body not developing in the ways she’d wanted it to. Shannon is also oblivious as a parody of the perfect stereotypical girl that the culprit hates herself for not being able to embody. “Kanon”, her work name while disguised as a boy, is so bitter and depressed because he’s a way for her to act out her feelings of self-hatred. The Seven Stakes are dressed like that because she was deliriously horny and repressed and Battler gets penetrated by stakes repeatedly because that’s what he wants, isn’t it? Someone who should have had a dick. And so on and so forth.

…That cis Natsuhi’s years of depression and near-suicide over not being able to have a child are compared to the culprit’s despair over her inability to get pregnant and have the family she’d always wanted is an incredible act of compassion.

SOUKOU AKKI MURAMASA

Protagonist: Minato Kageaki, Guy Who Can’t Stop Apologizing Even (Especially) When He Kills You

Difficulty Of Recommendation Due To Sexual Deviation: This is a Nitroplus game, with the level of gross and awful that entails. Partway through the first act, a teen is forced to rape another teen at swordpoint. Every single sex scene that isn’t outright rape, Kageaki’s included, is about the defilement of purity. A monk rapes the daughter of his dead best friend on stage; a father watches his daughter get raped by a bunch of racing executives for funding; a woman is raped and beaten to death. This game is trying to make a point as hard as it possibly can, and because of that point it can be deeply unpleasant to read.

No It’s Really Thematically Important Trust Me: I’ll get there eventually, okay? Full Metal Daemon Muramasa has a very simple moral: Killing people is bad. No, it doesn’t matter how hopped up on honor, nationalism, or justice you are, how much you’re suffering, or how incredibly cool killing people is (Narahara Ittetsu believes the coolest thing in the world is when two people walk toward each other with their swords raised incredibly slowly while he explains in detail and with diagrams the histories of their respective schools of swordsmanship and the techniques they might both use, and he’s so fucking right. It is the coolest thing imaginable). Murder is a hideous and indefensible act; every life you take will fill you with life-ruining guilt and you should celebrate that, because if you ever stop feeling that guilt you will have become monstrous.

Muramasa is very very interested in the coolest possible things because the more of them it can dangle in front of you the easier it gets to justify murder – and at the end of the game, Kageaki is forced to admit that, despite all his apologizing and weeping, he really does just love killing people.

Minato Kageaki and his mech/giant spider/elf waifu Uemon-no-Jo Muramasa the Third are hunting down Minato’s sister Hikaru and her mech Ginseigo, who are committing seemingly random acts of terrorism throughout Japan. They are bound together by the Law of Balance, a principle forged to bring an end to war by an elf who had a revelation about subjectivity: peace can only come when people understand the true impact of death and value the lives of their enemies. The Law of Balance decrees that for every ‘evil’ person killed, they must also kill someone they deem ‘good’, ensuring in theory that they will never treat death lightly.

Each heroine, in Fate/stay night tradition, maps to a solution to the problem of violence.

Hero of Justice Ichijou Ayane’s response to “everyone thinks they are good and their enemies are evil and so war will continue forever” is “Do you fucking know what evil is? When that monk raped that girl on stage, that was evil. Trying to obscure the pain he caused is cowardice. I’m going to kill him.” And then she kills him.

A few days later, she reads about his death in the newspaper and vomits as the magnitude of what she’s done sinks in. She has sex with Kageaki to wash the taste of death out of her mouth.

It’s not good sex. Kageaki is horrifically rough, and his internal monologue goes on and on about how he hates himself for how much he loves sullying her purity and using her to get off – but Ichijou herself feels she needs to be punished for killing that rapist, even though she doesn’t regret it.

And then afterward, in a visual novel full of gross awful graphic sex-as-defilement-of-purity… she’s fine. She’s not treated as disgusting or corrupted or a porn character, even if she needs to feel like one for a scene. She asks to have sex and doesn’t regret it, and she stays her unbreakable self.

Eventually that monk’s servant catches up with her and confronts her with the harm she’s caused; even killing ‘absolute evil’ causes harm. The universe is trying its hardest to force her to admit that killing people is bad: he forces the fetus his sister miscarried after they were thrown out onto the street and starved because their patron died into her mouth… and she chokes it down and accepts responsibility for the suffering she’s caused without ever regretting killing that monster. That servant is just another person she needs to save and protect.

And in keeping with this… Kageaki never really manages to prove her wrong, even when she kills him at the end of her route. True evil is something you know when you see it, and rapists and child-killers deserve to die.

Noblewoman Otori Kanae’s response to “everyone thinks they are good and their enemies are evil and so war will continue forever” is “Of course. All those who kill are killed; that’s what justice is. That’s what the nobility’s endless blood feuds are for; to kill each other and protect the interests of the common people by killing the corrupt in the process. Also murder is fun.”

She just accepts the cycles of trauma and violence. It’s a scathing indictment of traditionalism in a story that loves traditional Japanese culture. But Kageaki begs her to kill him for his crimes, and that opens something in her twisted heart. Their sex scene is the only time anybody ever exerts any kind of control over Kageaki in bed, and he’s deeply uncomfortable until he manages to turn it into more standard Muramasa “oh I’m defiling her she was so pure and now she’s all fucked up I am so bad I am so evil”. One of the ‘good’ people Kageaki has had to kill was secretly one of her relatives, and she eventually kills him; one of the people she killed on her mission for the Western powers occupying Japan was his father, so she lets him eventually kill her. Neither regrets it, and so her solution is validated – it is the solution on the macro level in which the least number of lives are lost, although the story doesn’t shy away from declaring it morally repugnant.

General Ashikaga Chachamaru’s response to “everyone thinks they are good and their enemies are evil and so war will continue forever” is “Violence for violence is the way of beasts and beasts is all we are. I am in pain and I make the choice to hold my trauma supreme.” An alien god is constantly screaming in her mind and she commits atrocity after atrocity trying to kill it.

But when she makes the choice to say “my pain is bad enough that I will do anything to stop it”, she’s also declaring that other people’s lives and agency mean nothing to her. She mind-controls Kageaki into helping her with her plan, and, it’s suggested, into dragging her aside after a meeting with the shogunate and borderline-raping her. Sex, for her, is both a way to block out the constant screams and a way to pity herself more. Playing along and serving as her weapon is a dead end.

Minato Hikaru’s response to “everyone thinks they are good and their enemies are evil and so war will continue forever” is “the world is awful. Violence is the only way for me to break the world’s intolerable laws, and I will kill every single other human being on Earth without ever considering any of them evil to get what I want before I die.” This is the one unacceptable answer for Kageaki, both because her mech hits hard enough to rearrange coastlines and kills corresponding numbers of people and because what she wants is for him to have sex with her. When he does kill her after truly understanding her, he doesn’t need to satisfy the Law of Balance because years of tending to her through her chronic illness and caring for her as his sister, not a lover, mean he knows exactly how hideous and horrific it is to end her life. He’s killed somebody both ‘good’ and ‘evil’ with a single swing – which is incredibly cool, in yet another temptation to the viewer to decide that maybe violence might be good actually.

Mech Elf Muramasa gets treated like a tool by Kageaki, trying to erase her culpability in the deaths they’re both causing. Her response to “everyone thinks they are good and their enemies are evil and so war will continue forever” is the Law of Balance: peace can only come when people understand the true impact of death and value the lives of their enemies. Therefore, for every ‘evil’ person killed, you must also kill someone you deem ‘good’, ensuring in theory that you will never treat death lightly.

But when she does get treated like a person? When Kageaki erases himself and lets her control him, instead of being the one in charge of her, so they can attain true unity of mind and defeat his sister? Love breaks her resolve, and she’s willing to bend the Law of Balance and stand by a monster. Her second H scene is the closest thing to “nice” sex in the entire visual novel; Kageaki teases her instead of dragging out her insecurities – but this sex is ultimately what corrupts her, because she leaves her morals behind to follow the man she loves straight off the edge of the slippery slope.

There’s one other interesting use of sex in Soukou Akki Muramasa, and it has to do with Kageaki himself, traditionalism, and committing wrongs to stop other wrongs. It’s never stated directly, and needs to be inferred, but in order to maintain the bloodline in charge of guarding the forbidden sealed mechs, Kageaki’s mother, Subaru Minato, drugged her ten-year-old son and raped him. This is what kicks off the chain of events that lead Hikaru to try destroying the entire world, and why Kageaki is so brutal in bed – his fundamental ideas about what sex is were irreparably damaged by the woman who should have been keeping him safe. You can draw a line from Revolutionary Girl Utena through Tsukihime, Fate, and Umineko, where the fundamental wrong at the heart of the world is rape, often incestuous – and Kageaki is the first male entrant in that line I can think of.

He’s a guy for a very specific reason: because that makes it a lot harder to say “oh he’s not culpable”.

AI: THE SOMNIUM FILES

Protagonist: Date Kaname, Weird Pervert

Difficulty Of Recommendation Due To Sexual Deviation: Guy just cannot shut up about pussy (although, amusingly enough, he met his best friend, who was canonically in a sexual relationship with a man, in a gay bar. Why was he in there? Oh you know)

No It’s Really Thematically Important Trust Me: It’s not. He’s just like that.

Yeah this was fine in the moment (loved to see the culprit in Boss’s body) but the child abuse plot line and also almost everything else it’s trying are so much weaker than Umineko. Also I can’t fucking stand Tesa or her fucking patty cake song thing. Ugh.

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I sadly cannot donate (due to the fact I am a minor and do not have access to any paying apps). I also have no way of knowing if this is a scam or not. But if you can donate to this person, or at least can fact check their account then I heavily encourage you do.

For people similar to me in the case they cannot give by themselves to these people, one way I try to help is finding videos on youtube that are putting all revenue they get into a donation. They say to watch it only three times or so but what I try to do is just keep it playing and sketch a small drawing beside it so it won’t turn off while I do so. The smallest things can count.

I also recommend going to the website freerice.com. It’s a bocabulary game that every time you answer correctly 10 grains of rice are donated to people in need. So yeah multitasking( your helping those in need and also helping your own vocabulary become more vast. 10 grains doesn’t seem like a lot and no, it’s not, but when millions of people play per day and play a lot of questions, it is something, and you can be part of that something too.

I’m just gonna cram all this in here too but also please do not forget about Ukraine. There has been little to no news ANYWHERE about them and they’re suffering. As much as they seemed to be winning when last checked up on, that’s because of the resources being given to them by allying countries. Those are slowly going away to support this war and leaving Ukrainians to fend for themselves, a MUCH smaller country than Russia physically, politically, and military-wise. I also beg of people to do research on the issue in Bangladesh. I of course cannot have an influence on things myself but I can say what I want and I want to say that it is quite honestly horrible and that will get you no where.

Anyway, Coming from someone who is jewish by ethnicity, war is hell. Especially with so much going on in the world. If you can help this woman, by all means, do it, and others. But if you can’t or choose not to, that’s okay too. I can’t control you or you might have something stopping you which is perfectly fine, especially in time of such financial struggle. But even if you want to, refer to my alternate ways of donating that I know of so far above. I don’t usually, really EVER post abt this stuff because again, I’m a child and I don’t want to be involved in anything. Especially with how controversial specifically THIS war has been.

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So I recently bought a stuffed toy cow for my dog at a yard sale. It’s absolutely adorable but whenever I look at it… it seems familiar. Well turns out I wrote a fic about it LOL! I wrote this back in 2019 and never shared it, and I actually have several other fics from this verse that I never shared, so I’m sharing one now! Please enjoy 😊

This is a Tumbleweed Tale from my Boots ‘Verse.

More info about the verse HERE

Characters: Jacey, Jensen, & Dixie. Others mentioned

Summary: A lovey goes MIA.

Word Count: 1,265

Warnings: slightly angst I guess? Language, Not much else.

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The screaming is driving me crazy and worsening my headache that has started as a result. It’s been two and a half hours and there is no sign of it stopping anytime soon. As long as it’s gone she’s gonna scream. And it’s not a tantrum, she is genuinely distraught and I understand, but she needs to calm down or she’s gonna make herself sick. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I should probably explain….

Each of the kids has a “lovey” - a special stuffed animal that was given to them at birth by Nana and Papa, and just naturally became a security object. Dallas has a Bunny, Walker has a dog, Wade & Weston have elephants, and Daisy’s is a lamb.

Each kid also has a different level of attachment to their loveys. For example they all sleep with it every night. Walker and Wade will carry theirs around the house, mostly to the living room on movie nights. Dallas and Weston aren’t attached as much and their loveys always stay in their room. Daisy carries hers all over the house, but she’s 2 and doesn’t leave the house much.

Then there’s Dixie. Dixie’s lovey is a cow, affectionately named Moo-Moo, and it goes everywhere with her.

Literally. Everywhere.

She sleeps with it, eats with it, plays with it, and it sits on the counter when she takes a bath. It goes outside to play, to ballet, karate, and even to kindergarten- kept safe in her backpack.

I have to sneak it away when she’s asleep so I can wash it, because it has to be with her at all times, even if it’s just her bag. Dixie and Moo-Moo are inseparable and if they aren’t together then it’s defcon one! A nuclear missile is headed your way. The world is ending!

Which brings us back to the current situation in which Dixie has been screaming and sobbing uncontrollably for going on 3 hours.

Moo-Moo is missing.

When we get home from school, the kids get out their homework while I Prepare a snack. Then we all sit at the table together and complete it before practices, recitals, and games.

Well today, when Dixie got to the table and proceeded to get her homework and her lovey from her bag, Moo-Moo wasn’t there, and panic ensued.

We checked her bags, nothing.

We checked the car, nothing.

We checked her room, nothing.

We checked the entire house, nothing.

We even checked the yard, garage, and barn, still nothing.

My daughter is sobbing and I can’t do anything about it but hold her and promise that we will find her Moo-Moo. While silently praying that it’s a promise I can keep.

Jay returns from checking the playground at the school. Unfortunately the building was already locked up so he couldn’t search her classroom.

Dixie runs into his arms with her red rimmed eyes and a tear stained face and asks “Daddy did you find her?”

My heart breaks for her all over again.

Jay squeezes her tight before he responds, “I’m sorry baby girl, I didn’t. The school was already closed.”

She starts crying anew and Jay just holds her. It’s really all we can do at this point, at least until morning.

Dinner is a somber affair, Dixie just picks at her food and scoots it around her plate, while sniffling.

“Dixie baby, you need to eat honey” I encourage softly, she responds by putting a solitary green bean in her mouth and chewing slowly. Jay and I lock eyes across the table, silently agreeing that we won’t push her to eat.

The bedtime routine isn’t much better, but baths and teeth brushing are completed. The screaming has stopped but in its place tears just silently stream down her pink flushed cheeks.

I put Dixie in bed with us and sandwich her between me and Jensen. We both know she won’t sleep- that she’ll fight it until the exhaustion wins over and she can’t fight anymore, but she needs some extra attention. Our normally loud, fierce, little firecracker is quiet,sad, and subdued so Mama and Daddy snuggles are in store.

💜💜💜💜💜

The alarm beeps at 6am and I swing my arm down on the snooze button without opening my eyes. After fighting to stay awake, Dixie finally succumbed to sleep around 2:30. So to little girls who’s bedtime is 8:30 and a Mama and Daddy who are normally in bed by 10:30, the morning is not a welcome affair!

The damn thing buzzes again at 6:05 and I can feel Jay shift to sitting up.

“Darlin’? C’mon we gotta get up”

“Ugggggh”

“Need to get the tumbleweeds fed’n off to school honey”

“I knooooow” I respond, sitting up and jutting my lip out to pout at my husband. He just chuckles, he knows I’m not a morning person.

It’s slow going but we manage to get everyone dressed, fed, and in the car. Jay heads to work and I drive the kids to school. There’s a pit in my stomach as I park the car and the kids start to unload, because this is our last chance and if Moo-Moo isn’t in the school building I don’t know what we’re gonna do.

Dallas and Walker head to their classrooms, and I drop the twins at the preschool, so with Daisy on my hip I then take Dixie’s hand and we walk to her class. I can feel her hesitation as we approach the door, seeing my daughter so out of character just crushes me, I squeeze her hand for reassurance as we go in. She walks to her cubby, and there’s nothing. No Moo-Moo. The tears start falling again and now there are tears in my eyes. I squat down and open my arms to envelope her in a giant hug, at the same time that Miss Maison, her teacher, approaches us.

“Everything alright over here?” She asks softly. She can see the tears in Dixie’s eyes.

I shake my head in the negative.

“Actually no. Dixie’s lovey Moo-Moo has gone missing and this was the last place we had to check”

She smiles reassuringly and turns to her desk.

“Is this who your looking for?” She asks and both Dixie and I turn abruptly to face her. There on the desk is the beloved stuffed cow!

“MOO-MOO!” Dixie shouts and runs to the spot scooping the lovey into her arms and squeezing tight.

“I found her on the floor of the cubby room this morning” Miss Maison says “ she must have fallen from your backpack when you put your books inside”.

Personally, I don’t care what happened, I’m just happy we found it! I quickly pull my phone out and text my husband, We got her!

I can see Dixie yawning already, so I decide then to take her back home. She had a rough night and frankly I don’t want that damn cow out of my sight!

Dixie fell asleep in the car on the ride home, so I know it was best to keep her. All is well again with my little family, order has been restored! And as for Moo-Moo? Let’s just say she now has a permanent “leash” that gets tethered to Dixie’s bags or the belt loop of her jeans when she’s out of the house. I’m not gonna risk another instance where Moo-Moo goes missing!

END

Using my old tag list since it’s been YEARS

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Do It Later

**no picture, it won't let me put one in, plus this post is long overdue...I'll do it later...**

There are consequences to waiting almost always. The black and white way to look at it is time doesn’t come back. We can’t apply that to everything you might say. Perhaps this isn’t fair. Life doesn’t care about what isn’t fair. This post could have been a million different things and in self-reflection, I was wondering if it was time for a mix of life/gaming post or a strictly gaming impressions/review post, or even reflecting on recently seeing The Super Mario Bros. Movie. All of these things have crossed my mind, but what have I done? I decided to do it later. Maybe these posts will happen, maybe they won’t. Many times, this means we won’t. If we do it later, we make a conscious choice, for whatever it applies to, that it isn’t important. It can wait. If we keep doing this, we show whatever it is we are putting off is not just put a pin in it, but it is not important at all. Making this choice with select life events or people in your life is a literal path to failure at worst or in a hard to come back from situation at best.

There’s several different ways I can go with this. We all procrastinate to some extent. For me, I’ll be honest and say I wish I had gotten into investing earlier. It’s scary to think that had I never gotten involved in a previous job, which led me to interest in alternative markets, which years later would lead me to traditional markets. It inspired me to get into investing. I think constantly what if I did this for a decade longer? What if I stayed with my parents a few more years and put this knowledge to work? Maybe I should have forced myself to get my recent car sooner as continued to put money into a dying vehicle. I can’t worry about this all now. I can only change the present going into the future.

Another big scenario for me is deciding to have key conversations with people I care about. I lack boundaries. This is a huge mistake. It leads to people thinking anything goes. It doesn’t benefit you because you’re always torn between whatever needs people have and it doesn’t benefit the person you’re enabling because they don’t learn anything. You make the boundaries to make sure this doesn’t happen and to learn self-respect as well. Confrontation is also hard…mostly. I’m all for standing what it right, but who wants to confront someone and make things awkward because you know how things are going to play out? Do it anyway, right? Well, yes. You have to know who is going to respect you and who isn’t. Everyone is selfish to some extent and you may find yourself disappointed with the results. Maybe when having a conversation you get put into the do it later category. That’s one thing if this means someone needs time to process or think things over. It is another is this is simply evasion or an attempt to take advantage of ones potential goldfish brain. Time will pass and we will simply forget what concerned you magically goes away. Like the above, this has consequences. I need to make proper firm boundaries. This won’t be a problem anymore. However, I put it in the do it later category all the time.

How about that good old gaming backlog for the gamers out there? Do you have Steam? Do you like sales? Are you ever gonna play those ten to a hundred plus games you forgot you even bought? We all know the answer. This won’t stop you from getting the latest Call of Duty though will it? You can always just play the other stuff later. How about “always being busy”? That’s fine but quite possibly a distraction of sorts from the outside or social relationships. You’ve told people you might care about continuously they are in the do it later category. I hope that sacrifice pays the rent at the very least, or time management might need to be in the do it now category.

In many walks of life, we don’t have a later. So much demanding our attention now. Work, kids, school, car repairs, various holiday parties to keep appearances with the family, the list goes on. The entirety of adulting 101 (paying bills and not being homeless, on a basic level). We can’t do it all right now, but we have to truly separate now from later and realize that not everything can be in either category. If you mix them up, you’re gonna struggle with who you even are as a person. Our kids have time. Us millennials, sure being woke might be “cool” but we ourselves need to wake up. Our time is limited. Tell someone you love them today and truly decide what is important. Some of what you decide isn’t is perfectly fine. We need to do better however about putting too many important things in the do it later category…because do it later many times leads to do it never. Control the fire and rise. Don’t continue to use it to burn bridges.

[unitheuniverse]

hello!! hope you are doing well! i’d like to request a matchup for undertale,fallout and gravity falls if that’s ok! if you only want me to request one, undertale is just fine :) can be either romantic or platonic idm!

so, to start i am afab genderfluid,pansexual and polyamorous (my matchup doesn’t have to be polyamorus btw just to let you know) and i use all pronouns. my mbti type is ENTP.

i’m a rather chaotic and unpredictable individual, i can act a bit rowdy or unhinged at times, but i know when to be serious. i am pretty tall at 6 feet and one inch. my style of clothing is almost exclusively comfy clothes/ sleep clothes. i love wearing pajama pants, especially ones with cartoon characters on them. i usually look very disheveled at all times. i don’t care much for beauty standards or fashion.

i have episodes where i’m very sensitive and emotional, some would say it’s hard to talk to me sometimes because of my unpredictability. i am high functioning autistic and early onset schizophrenic, meaning i have a disconnect from reality and sometimes hallucinations or delusions, i’ve learned to handle it pretty well though.

i really like things other people consider creepy, like spiders or clowns, i find both to be delightful. i sleep a ton throughout the day, on average 11-12 hours a night. i like staying up late a lot. i care a lot about my friends and those close to me but to other people i may seem dismissive or disconnected. i may show appreciation or affection by a giving a gift or engaging in a lot of conversation or compliments. my room is extremely messy, i have a hard time staying organized and keeping my things clean. i either have tons of energy or i’m utterly exhausted, no in-between. i really like watching cartoons and playing games. i also enjoy drawing, mainly my favorite characters or just some characters of mine. i’m not very picky with who i surround myself with, i just don’t tolerate people that try to use me or put me down for their gain. i have a strong sense of justice, and i’m quick to defend myself or others. sometimes it hard for me to understand others and their actions,but i try the best i can to emphasize.

thank you!

I match you with!

Alphys & Undyne

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 Alright, since this is a polyamorous matchup, I am going to do a couple headcannons about Alphys, then Undyne, then finally the relationship in general. The color being which person it is. Cool? Okay cool.

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 I feel like for Alphys, there was straight up conflicting thoughts in her mind.

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 She loves how you are able to personally connect with her about the love of cartoons and art. She loves the late night conversations the both of you had. She loved how you are able to stand up for yourself and your justice.

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 However at the same time, she loved Undyne too. Like this is some corny anime and she has to pick between two people.

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 Undyne has no conflicting feelings whatsoever. Just pure acceptance. Like a, “I guess this is what we are doing now.”

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 Undyne loved you for the similar nature you both of you share. The fact the both of you are willing to defend yourselves when the time comes. Enjoying the gifts that you send over.

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 And she happens to love Alphys too! Like it’s perfect because the both of you have such nerdy and artistic personalities and both of you are so talented.

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 Alright onto actual head cannons.

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 Alphys is often the person who tries to help with the living situation. Often cleaning up the living space as Undyne tries her best with cooking.

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 Undyne usually is the one around you during your high energy moments while Alphys often hangs out with you during your low energy moments. However that doesn’t mean they won’t be around when you are around.

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 Both of them absolutely enjoy your gift giving and conversations. However like stated previous, I believe that Alphys enjoys those late night conversations a lot more. I also believe that Undyne just would absolutely love gifts, especially something useful? Mwah.

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 Alphys is often the one to give back affection via gift giving. While Undyne does more acts of service for you and physical affection (if you want that of course).

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 They won’t judge you at all for your appearance! In fact, I’d argue depending on the cartoon, Alphys will happily share a similar outfit as you!

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 However, the both of them are absolutely willing to do anything to help you. Whether that be helping you with your hallucinations or just assisting you when you are having one of those slow moments with barely any energy.

It was one of those days you had a lot of energy and when you were awake. It was just a day of hanging out with each other, just you, Undyne, and Alphys playing a video game. Obviously with you full of energy, things were really loud.

It wasn’t ever a problem actually, just Alphys was a lot more quiet than you and Undyne. Which isn’t a problem, just that you and Undyne screaming at each other as you both laughed shouldn’t be as fun as it was.

I mean, nothing could be better than somehow failing at Mario party.

(I am so sorry if this is bad, but I am not used to writing poly matchups. But you never see them so I decided to try and write it.)

[baileyjane3769]

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When a game is over and all hidden things have been found, what is there left to do? Move on. That's what you would have liked to have done after finishing the disappointing secret ending of a popular otome game. But when the story is over, and all things were said and done, you find yourself trapped in that very game. Faced with the task to keep everyone alive, can you make it to the end without falling in love?

Long read ahead

Chapter Twelve

Misconceptions Cleared

Monday came faster than you hoped it would. This past weekend had been the most fun you’ve had since coming to this world, but now it was time to get back to the plot because, despite how normal he seemed to act, Akui Minato was still an unpredictable factor who you knew for a fact was capable of killing for the smallest of reasons. This week Suzuki Kaito will fall in love with Yuki, and you need to come up with a way to stop that from happening.

You didn’t plan on waking up early that morning, Makino was already saved so there was really no reason to get up extra early just to make it to class early enough to watch her. Your mother had different plans though.

“Y/n, wake up, your father’s taking you to school today,” your mother said from her place at your door.

Listlessly, you sat up in bed. “Taking me to school? But doesn’t he have work…?” you questioned through a yawn, wiping away the sleepiness from your eyes.

“Oh he still has work, that’s why you need to hurry and get ready so that you two can leave on time.”

“Leave on time…?” you mumbled, brain still trying to wake up. “What time is it anyways?” You crane your neck to catch a glimpse of your alarm clock. “Seven-twenty!? Mama!” In an instant, all tiredness left your body as you snapped your head back to face your mom. “It’s so early, why does Dad need to take me anyways?”

Already expecting this reaction, your mother already took the liberty to start walking away, leading to you having to chase after her as she said, “I don’t trust the management of that school of yours, and if it wasn’t the only school close enough that took your exam scores then I would have transferred you already. So for the time being, your father will be taking you to school. Besides,” we were already down stairs and in the dining room, “walking around too much isn’t good for you.”

“But I was walking around just fine Saturday.”

“Yes, but by the time you got back home you looked and acted completely exhausted. Your doctor wanted you to take things easily for a while, you’re lucky I even let you leave at all. Now then,” she said, pulling out a chair, “hurry and eat so that you can get ready for school.”

‘I just got played, didn’t I?’

After begrudgingly finishing off your breakfast, you dragged your feet to your room so that you could get dressed. Along the way, you figured that you should probably text Yuki that you won’t be able to walk with them for the foreseeable future. You already tried asking if your father could pick up the two along the way, but you were immediately shot down with the excuse that he barely had enough time to drop you off, so picking up your classmates was out of the question.

‘Let me walk to school then if it’s such a hassle…’ you thought with a pout having just finished putting on the uniform’s red bow. Now that you actually put the entire uniform on, it finally set in that you would be going back to school after being in that whole fiasco last week. "Great, I’m going to get clombered again with all those nosy student’s questions.”

You shot a quick text to Yuki and briefly explained the situation. If this was still in the game's plot then Yuki would be wide awake right now from the excitement and resolve of her new goal to find the murderer, but no murder happened, so you can assume she is still peacefully sleeping right now. She will surely be late again.

‘That’s how it should be,’ you thought bitterly to yourself. ‘If it wasn’t for Akui’s selfish actions the lives of these innocent people wouldn’t have to change so drastically. I will make sure that no harm will come to anybody here, so that the only thing people like Yuki will have to worry about is oversleeping and being late to class’

The drive to school was probably the shortest drive you have ever been on. What was originally about a ten minute walk turned into less than a three minute drive. You were so early that the person in charge of opening the school's gate was just barely opening it, and it wasn’t even eight yet. On the bright side it gave you loads of time before hoards of students started bombarding you with questions and concerns.

You waved goodbye to your father, wondering what you’re going to do for the next forty minutes, when a sleek-black car pulled up. You were about to question who else could be here this early in the morning when it struck you. There is only one person you could think of who was willing to be this early to school. Fukumoto Akihiko.

Just as you predicted, it was indeed Akihiko who stepped out of the fancy, and no doubt expensive, car. He said a few words to his chauffeur before closing the door and straightening his back, locking eyes with you in that moment. His eyes widened for only a fraction of a second before he went back to his composed persona. “Hello, L/n-san, you’re quiet early today, even under normal circumstances. Is there an important occasion?”

“No, nothing like that. It’s just my Mom doesn't trust the school anymore, or something like that, so she had my Dad drop me off before work,” you replied. “He goes to work early which means I need to be at school early.”

“I see…” Akihiko looked like he wanted to say something else but was hesitant, so you decided to wait for him to continue, which he did by adding a quick, “How are you feeling?” His face showed that of concern mixed with what you could only assume was regret. Clearly, he felt that he was in some way responsible for what happened to you, which you could understand especially after what he told you last week.

“I’m doing much better now, thanks for asking, but some things are gonna need more time to fully heal,” you said in response, referring not only to your cast bound hand but also your mental health. What Makino did to you was still something that you were trying to get over, coupled with the ever looming threat of Akui, there was an unshakable feeling of being overwhelmed that you did your best to bury.

Despite the polite smile that you wore on your face, the look in your eyes clearly told Akihiko that you were somewhere else entirely, at least mentally you were. He felt like there was something he could say or do to comfort and help you, but at the same time there was a distance between the two of you that kept him from reaching out. You are just classmates after all, at least for now.

Realizing that you were spacing out, you quickly shook your head to rid yourself of any negative thoughts. “Anyways, I’m probably going to walk around for a bit, enjoy the peace before the interrogation.”

“Interrogation?” Akihiko questioned with the slightest tilt of his head and quirk of his brow.

“Oh, sorry, it’s nothing. That’s just what I have taken to calling the bomb rush of questions that our classmates have for me every time I come back from an injury I sustained,” you sheepishly admitted, shifting your weight slightly between each foot and avoiding eye contact.

Akihiko seemed to grimace slightly at the thought of those students, rolling his eyes as he said, “Yes, now I understand what you mean. They clearly don’t have any respect for the feelings of others and lack any basic etiquette. Not only are they a disturbance but are clearly making you uncomfortable as well.” It seems that this particular group of gossiping students really got on Akihiko’s nerves. With an irritated huff, he pushed up his glasses and said, “I have some things I need to handle before going back to class, so I hope you enjoy your walk, and I’ll see you in class then.” He gave a curt bow, which you reciprocated, before walking away.

Despite how hurried and irritated he seemed as he left, you knew that he didn’t mean any offense by it. Bad manners was something he couldn’t stand, and the students that tended to bombard you clearly demonstrated those bad manners, so in a way you could understand his irritability. ‘Still though,’ you begin to think to yourself, ‘he needs to learn how to handle his emotions better if he plans on taking over his father’s company. Even if I wasn’t offended by his attitude near the end, someone else easily could.’ You gently chided him in your head. ‘Too bad we aren’t close enough for me to tell him that myself.’

Now that you were alone again, you decided that it was time to do what you originally planned with all this extra free time that you had; you were going to explore the school using the layout that Akihiko provided for you last week. You still had trouble remembering where everything was, probably due to the fact that you have only been in school for one whole day since coming here. There was never any time for you to properly utilize the layout sheet like you originally wanted, so you figured that you might as well make good use of this free time that you found yourself with.

The school itself was a pretty decent size, with three floors and structured in a popular square way. Understanding how the hallways worked was pretty simple as most year groups were either down the same hall or on the same floor. There were, of course, a few exceptions like the Home Economics classroom, the science labs, and a few other rooms that weren’t grade specific. Some of the more popular clubs also had rooms to themselves. You also were able to figure out where the teacher’s lounge was, which would definitely be helpful if you ever need to find them.

As you continued to walk around you were always mindful of the times so that you wouldn’t be late, but you also didn’t want to arrive too early because if you did then you would surely be surrounded by that mob again. Eventually, you started to feel a bit peckish from all the walking and figured that it wouldn’t hurt to buy a simple drink from the vending machines that you came across that rested beneath an underpass.

You heard about how big on vending machines Japan was but you never expected for them to be this diverse. The wide variety of drink options ranging from different teas, juices, and milk options; you didn’t know what to pick. Many of which were brands that you never heard of, and you didn’t want to waste your money on something that you turned out to not like.

“Maybe milk would be the safest option…” you ponder quietly to yourself. “But then again juice would be tastier…”

“Having trouble there?”

“ACk!” A hand flew up to your mouth to try and cover for the loud, high pitched sound that left your mouth. Your hair tickled your cheek with how quickly you turned to face the boy who scared you, who actually turned out to be Kaneko Fuyuhiko.

“My bad, my bad. I didn’t mean to startle you like that,” he said with a good natured chuckle.

“Kaneko-kun? What brings you here?” you asked with a hand placed over your chest to calm your heart.

“I happened to see you standing around and figured it was a good time to talk to you, I mean, without your guard dog around you, that is.”

“Guard dog? What do you-oh! Are you talking about Kobayashi-chan?” you asked in a breathy tone, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

It seemed Fuyuhiko also found the notion humorous, as he also had to suppress a chuckle of his own when he spoke. “Yeah, sorry if that came out as rude, but you have to admit the nickname suits her.”

“It’s no worries, but it’s probably a good idea to not call her that to her face.”

“You’re probably right, anyways, what are you doing?” Fuyukiho asked, side-eyeing the vending machines you stood next to. “Picking out a drink?” Tentatively, you began to rub the nape of your neck as you said, “Yeah, I’m just a bit indecisive about what I want. There are so many choices, and I feel like I want to try something different, but I also don’t want to waste my money on a drink I won’t like.” You had brought a hand up to your chin now, staring very thoughtfully at the vending machines.

Fuykiho found your seriousness to be both amusing and endearing and couldn’t help but chuckle at your expression. “Here,” he started, “why don’t I pick out a drink for you to try, I’ll pay for it, so that way you don’t have to feel like you wasted any money if you turn out to not like it.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t. You really shouldn’t have to--” you tried to protest but he was already inserting the correct amount of money and clicked a button before you could even finish.

“Now it’s paid for, and here,” he held out the drink, “this is for you.” He wore such a proud smile that you didn’t have the heart to reject his offer, so you took the drink. Turning it around in your hand, you discover that it was a strawberry milk tea that he selected. The bottle was cool to the touch. “Go ahead, try it,” Fuyuhiko said with a nod of his head.

You side-eyed him as you hesitantly cracked the top of the bottle before taking a tentative sip of the drink. The first thing you noticed was how sweet the drink actually was. The strawberry flavor was subtle but still present as the drink had an overall refreshing taste to it without the expected artificial taste that strawberry flavored things tended to have. ‘This isn’t half bad.’

“So,” Fuyuhiko drawled expectantly, “how is it?”

You hummed in thought, pretending to have to think about it even though you already knew that you liked the drink. “I’d say it’s pretty decent.”

“Really? Just decent?”

“Yup, just decent.”

“Alright then, Miss Just Decent, class will be starting soon, so do you want to walk together?”

Slightly surprised with the sudden offer, you think about it for a moment before agreeing. “Sure, as long as we take the longer route.”

“Oh, does someone want to spend more time with me?” Fuyuhiko cheekily asked with a slightly flirty undertone. “Why, L/n-chan, I’m flattered.”

You could feel the heat rising up through your neck after realizing how you just sounded. “I-I don’t mean it like that! I just didn’t want to get to class too early because of how many people usually swarm me.” With each passing second of your rambling you could feel your face grow hotter and hotter. “Not that walking with you is such a bad thing, of course. You’ve been very nice to me so far, and I don’t mean to offend you or anything. You know what? Imma stop talking now…” You finished off, picking up your pace with short and quick steps.

“Wait, hold up,” he said with a chuckle, picking up his own pace to catch up with you. “I was wondering where that shy girl I first met was.”

“Hm? What do you mean?” you asked, having calmed down after noting he was probably just teasing you.

“Well, when we first, officially, met you seemed more shy and quiet than what you have been acting like. I was beginning to wonder if I said something to offend you, but I’m glad to see that’s not the case,” he concluded with a bold grin.

“Oh, that,” you began. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly call myself shy, socially awkward is probably a better word. Besides, you kind of caught me off guard back then, and I wasn’t expecting you to be so close--” the words got caught in your throat as you turned to face Fuyuhiko only to realize that his face was only inches apart from yours, so close that you could feel his warm breath lightly fan your face. “Eek!” you yelped and jumped back slightly. You just got your face to cool down, but now it felt like it was on fire.

“Pfft--hahaha!” Finding humor in your very flustered form, Fuyuhiko couldn’t help but double over in laughter. Meanwhile, you were left gaping like a fish, and a quick glance at your expression caused another wave of laughter to emit from the flirty blond. “Sorry, sorry. It was too good an opportunity to pass up,” he humorously stated, wiping a few tears from his eyes. “Man, you’re a real character, you know that, L/n-chan?”

Having once again calmed down, you couldn't help but to playfully scoff at him. “Yeah, well then you’re a real piece of work, Kaneko-kun.” 

He only laughed again at your response.

Talking to him felt a lot easier now that you don’t feel so self conscious about being watched by all of your classmates. It wasn’t like anything you had expected, but it was no wonder seeing how Yuki was always blowing him off during the beginning of their relationship. While she at first tried to be polite with turning him down, him constantly trying to put the moves on her only fueled her anger. Of course she later comes to understand him and he is able to understand her, but for a while it was hard to picture them getting along, which made it hard for you to picture getting along with him. Needless to say, you were glad to be wrong.

‘Fuyuhiko is surprisingly easy to talk to, but I still need to figure out how to divert his interest away from Yuki.’

“So how are you feeling?” Fuyuhiko quietly asked after calming down from his laughing fit.

Already knowing what he meant, you took a second to collect yourself and to figure out what you wanted to say. “I guess I’m feeling better now. I mean, it no longer hurts if that’s what you're asking,” you finally say with some hesitance.

“That’s good. I don’t know many of the details but I heard it was bad,” he let out a nervous chuckle but you could tell there was no humor behind it this time. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but when he got close to your face he could tell that you were wearing more product than before, proof that, while you may say you’re fine, Makino’s assault was still affecting your life.

From there the two of you dropped the topic of your attack, and instead chose to focus on more light hearted conversation.

It didn’t take too long before it was close to the time that class usually started, and by then you and Fuyuhiko were already by your classroom doors. Despite that fact, you felt that you were a few too many minutes early, even after changing your shoes, so you still felt that there was a risk of being swarmed by your fellow classmates, but you also figured that there was no point in walking around for another five minutes when you were already here. You waved bye to Fuyuhiko and had to shoo him away when he insisted on sticking around for a few minutes to talk in class, but you knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea. If you did enter class with the Kaneko Fuyuhiko then you were sure that you would get questioned by both your classmates and Yuki.

After he had left you took in a deep breath and braced yourself slightly when you opened the door, completely expecting to be mobbed. But the crowd never came and neither did the onslaught of questions. While your classmates did look up from their seats, and clearly looked like they wanted to go up to you, they remained seated and silent, each sharing a look of hesitance amongst themselves.

Confused but not displeased, you made your way to your seat. During your rather short walk, you casted a quick glance around the room, noting the behaviors of the classmates who you knew best. Yuki, whose face held an excited look when you two locked eyes, and Akihiko, who had his chin rested in the palm of his hand as he stared off to the side.

You half expected for your classmates to go back to how they normally are at some point as you went through your classes, but they all remained distant despite the obvious look of desperation in their eyes, desperate for answers from you. It wasn’t until lunch time rolled around that you got an answer as to why.

“Fukumoto-san is really weird sometimes, but I can sort of see how our classmates can respect him,” Yuki suddenly said after setting her bento down on her lap.

Pausing mid bite, you bring down your chopsticks and ask, “Really? What made you change your mind?”

“Oh, I guess you don’t know.”

This piqued your curiosity even more.

“It was Fukumoto-san who got all our classmates to stop bothering you. You should have seen it, that boy can be real scary when he wants to.”

You didn’t know what to make of this new information. In a way you were touched, but this was something that you never expected from him. Though you shouldn't be surprised, there was a reason why he was voted class president, and eventually student body president, after all.

‘As a video game character he annoyed me. But as a real person, he isn’t half bad.’ You weren’t sure why, but the thought of Akihiko going out of his way to make you comfortable made you happy.

When lunch was over, Yuki and yourself started heading in the direction of the Home Economics class, where you would finally be able to experience your Home Econ class after almost a week of missing it due to all sorts of circumstances. But unfortunately you would have to bear witness to Yuki and Suzuki becoming partners and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Your life would have been a thousand times easier if you could, but nothing ever seems to come easy to you.

In other news, you would also be seeing your lab partner again. Like you, she was a background character who held no importance to the plot of the story, but unlike her you have no choice but to insert yourself into the plot to save everyone's skins. Because she held little importance you couldn’t remember her name, but you remember her to be rather plain looking. Rude as that may sound, it was just hard to compare anyone to the main characters who were specifically designed to be eye-catching and gorgeous.

As the two of you neared the classroom, an anxious knot twisted in your stomach at the notion of what is to come. It wasn’t like you were about to enter some dangerous situation, but the idea of Suzuki meeting Yuki and falling in love made you sick. Or rather, the notion of that love being the reason for his death made you sick. You still needed to come up with a plan to prevent that from happening, but how?

Entering the classroom, your eyes immediately darting over to the direction of Suzuki for a brief moment as a lump formed in your throat. Before you could break down crying for seemingly no reason, you quickly made your way over to your station where your seatmate stood waiting. Now that you could see her in person, after all this time, you could finally put a clear face to her, but you have yet to remember her name. 'It was a long the lines of Nano E something.'

As you approach, the plain looking girl with brown, almost black, hair and matching eyes stared up at you with a soft, almost sympathetic, look. "I'm glad to see you're back, partner. How are you feeling?"

[wedesignyouny]

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The Way You Dress Directly Affects Your Income

How Your Appearance Affects Your Income

You only have 4 seconds to make a good first impression. That’s it. This is why taking those 4 seconds to your advantage is crucial. Especially in the workplace environment, your appearance can make or break your credibility of that special promotion you have been looking for, or that big-sale client you want to keep.

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Acing Your Interviews

Your appearance is a cheat code when applying for a new job or interning for that big company you want to stick with. If done right, you put yourself far ahead of everyone else, without having to even say or do anything. You should be wearing professional clothing that gives off a powerful, yet composed implication, with colors and silhouettes that compliment the professional workplace. Those who are interviewing should generally be meeting the bar with a clean tailored navy suit, and a sharp, white dress shirt and complimenting tie. You generally don’t want to be too loud, but a little bit of muted patterns never hurts, as long as it’s not too striking. For all you know, it could be an excellent conversation starter!

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The TapOut Game.

Perfect for the Anxious Attachment.

We the anxiously attached tend to mask this attachment well under the guise of an avoidant attachment.

My standards are just so high that I make them near impossible to meet.

Oh but when met the true self comes out.

The am I good enough?

Are you doing enough?

Will you leave?

Oh you want to leave…

Imma head out.

1. Make your standards high.

Make yourself into the person you want to be. The crème of society. Then only expect other crème of society who has already figured themselves and everything out.

2. Have a mental checklist.

A checklist of all they should do and possess to deserve you.

3. Create Obstacles aka Self Sabotage

You don’t want easy.

You want difficult.

Someone who will remember everything you say. Shower you with love languages and adoration. Then you want to act like it is not enough and find things to complain about. You wanna push buttons, see how much they can take.

4. Run some test.

Ask questions “what if…”

Search phones. “How would you feel if…”

See how much they truly care. How deep are they in this game… I mean love.

5. TapOut

By now you would have come up with a good reason to leave. A way to answer the question, would they leave me.

6.

Avoid it all.

Don’t take any accountability.

Don’t do the work in seeing what role you may have played. Just get angry at situations and blow things up. Don’t try to uncover why you keep expecting people to leave you.

No! They are wrong and they hurt you.

They wasted your precious time and I mean look at you; your a crème of society. Why would they act like they love you when they really didn’t. Shower you with all these love languages and promises. Just made your life that much harder. So now we have to remind them who we are and that we really don’t need them. We can’t be weak now, can’t act like we care or worse that we want them to stay.

No we gotta push and push hard.

Double down on it. Even if they love us who is to say we deserve that love? Has anyone ever truly loved us? Has anyone ever stayed? So why would this person? Exactly! They don’t love you. They have been using you all this time for their own benefit. Why else?

The good thing is that you figured this out now instead of later. You’re so smart. You’re saving yourself. Look at you go! Save yourself from pain. No one will get to play you or string you along. No one will get to betray you or abandon you. Because you my friend are in the game of TapOut and you have an unbeatable high score.

Doesn’t meet the standards? TapOut.

Says the wrong thing? TapOut.

Makes you feel uneasy? TapOut.

Get hard? TapOut.

Doesn’t read your mind? TapOut.

Doesn’t enable to self sabotage? TapOut.

You know what’s best for you.

Only you have lived your life. You know who you are. You don’t quite know why. But when the going gets though you get to going. Because no one will get to leave you.

No one will get close enough.

No one deserves the best version of you.

The clingy version of you. The sweet version of you the completely honest version of you. The unsure of yourself version, the one that needs to be held and needs sound advice. Who doesn’t know it all and needs guidance and presence and appreciation. Why would we need, we are a crème of society and we made ourselves without much help from the persons who should of helped us. No we didn’t need it as a child as a teenager as a young adult and we don’t need it now.

You follow these steps and you won’t have to feel how you felt went your father put another woman over you. No amount of being a good child and having exponential potential made him want to be around you.

He didn’t want to stay.

No one will want to stay with you.

So TapOut.