#rest in peace frens

[wouldyoulovemeifiwasawormmon]

Tragic news as Eosmon has died. I was detailing a model kit while listening to Welcome to Nightvale and Eosmon ran their last few care mistakes while was distracted by the glorious demise of that bitch Janet Lubelle.

I'm starting to believe that 1-2 weeks is the best I can get at this point without keeping them in cold storage indefinitely.

Maybe I do have a problem. Maybe I should be focusing on the joy these assorted virtual friends instead of beating myself up about a perfectly natural process. Maybe I should celebrate life instead of lamenting death...

Maybe I'm just making all this inspiring shit up solely as a mechanism to shield my ego from the shame it deserves to be crushed by IDK psychology is weird man.

Anyways, DoneDevimon's egg hatched and evolved into Labramon and subsequently Dobermon, while Eosmon's eggs has become Hopmon.

They're gonna watch Good Burger later.

[i-am-a-stupid-robot]

idk if anyone else needs to be reminded of this, but sometimes rest is the responsible choice 💛

[kalechipswithasideofkale]

my adrenaline has gone down finally so i feel i can give my thoughts on this season

no more faks! no more! please!

i think the series is taking inspiration from different art movements and genres. season one - surrealism?, season two - modernism?, season three - baroque? im not well versed on this stuff but i definitely noticed they use different forms of art to make the seasons feel different from one another

piggybacking off the earlier bulletin; i think thats also why this season feels like all flash and no substance. whatever movement or era they decided to do with season three is very ou la la oui oui i zam an artist bonjour /nm its very different from the movements they went with in the past seasons. this one feels serious and fancy smancy

i still think they’re going to go through with sydcarmy and this season just solidifies it. syd and carmy are severly mentally ill with issues they need to work out. they dont handle stress and expectations well if at all.

i think some of the things being said by the characters are being taken at face value specifically carmy calling claire peace. i dont think the writers are writing claire to be a source of peace for carmy; hes just so in denial and confused about his emotions he knows he supposed to feel peace from claire but cant figure out why he doesnt

i missed marcus sweeps and tina in this season so much. and syd! i was excited for sweeps to go to wine school only for it to be a one off thing. the tina episode was good but thats the only thing i can think of from the top of my head that she stood out in. marcus’ mom died? but it feels like she didnt die at all? like the weight of his moms death isnt being felt in his character and that made me really sad. i wanted a little more with syd and marcus with their moms :/

im not angry at carmy somehow? i just feel this deep sadness because he is so unlike himself. my initial frustrations with the season made it hard for me to look at his character. now that ive calmed down, he just makes me sad. like thinking about him makes me feel like a wet sausage dude he needs serious help and im scared he’s gonna do something very bad in this next season/part

i was really hoping there would be more parallels between new york carmy and current syd. they might explore it in season 4 and i really hope they do!

where tf was everyone else in the emergency room and why was it the two faks. there is no dissection in the world that will make me okay with those losers being there im sawry

syd being the first person sugar called and claire being the last mhm yup 🙂‍↕️

a good chunk of claire and carmys scenes being muted or cool colors once again!

RICHIE AND HIS DAUGHTER AA!! i wish they had an entire episode dedicated to them theyre so cute!

theres something to be said about loneliness and isolation this season? again i would need to rewatch the season. something something carmy pushing syd away something something nat fearing giving birth because of her mom something something syd having a breakdown and isolating herself from the rest of the fam something something

pete ❤️

chris you have reached ur limit on white male characters enough is enough theres NO MORE ROOM

ngl i actually liked seeing john cena on my screen yall pls

why are we so close to everyones face i zont like zat at all

i thought they were going to bring louis back and got so excited!!! BRING BACK LOUIS

they wrap up the claire storyline by season 4 or part three?? whatever theyre doing idk

LUCA!!!!!!

as much one sided beef i have with jlc she delivered i crode very hard

backseating the characters of color is very lame and bogus! i hated it! what happened to tinas friends she met at school? does ebra not have family? syd and her dad? marcus and his roommate? so many characters they could introduce from sydney marcus tina ebra fuck even angel and manny but they insist on introducing characters that have ties to the berzattos. i hate it! i really do!

syds apartment? where did you go fren….

i wish they were more artsy fartsy with carmys internal struggles give me cringe film student vibes please ill take anything

FUCK CICERO he didnt do anything but PISS ME OFF >:(

why didnt they have syd work out the economics (or whatever tf that computer dude did do). didnt she do something like that in season one? i guess since cicero called him it makes sense

richie and nat are so adorable i love them!!!!

overall pretty mediocre season. it was okay for a show like the bear. i don’t agree with having an entire season dedicated to build up! or atleast in the way they’ve done it in season 3. season 1 was a prologue for the entire show yet it still felt like a complete season. alot of the things that went down in season three either could’ve been compressed into a shorter span of time or they could’ve gotten more episodes (as if its that easy lol but the pacing wouldn’t have suffered as much if the season was longer). um decent season? i dont hate it! i dont love it either. like i said it feels soulless and maybe thats the intention? idk man 😔

i will most definitely be seated for season four TRUST

[a-spoonful-o-generosity]

Thoughts on Miss Rainbow Dash Spoony fren?

She was a great soldier, a war hero and a contemptible drunken fool.

That's how I knew her from fillyhood. I did not want to get to know her further.

May she Rest In Peace.

[pasha2241]

7 Years On

Art by me fren: @papaemeritusballlz

"As humans, we are all faced with the ephemeral."

My first exposure to his acting roles was back in 2013, when I had gotten a pirated copy of Star Trek: Into Darkness, and watched it on a tablet barely holding on from its shitty battery here in a town the Philippines. Back then, sci-fi (and by extension Star Trek) wasn’t really a genre I really knew nor was interested in, up until I saw him play a certain “Pavel Chekov”. As someone on the spectrum, the way he portrayed Chekov greatly stuck with me, as a young pre-teen who shared the same mannerisms and quirks. Growing older, I began to delve deeper into more of his filmography. I began to appreciate his dedication to the art of acting, and immediately became a fan. Even outside of this craft, he became an inspiration for me. And after 7 years since his passing, he still is.

Rest in peace, Anton.

[xyeniavodka]

I think My fren died :<

/j

Rest in peace 😭

[betoko-o]

2023 Games that I enjoyed and finished (in no order) part 1

☆ Notes under pics for whoever wants to read ☆

1- Cult of the lamb

2- Sea of thieves

3- Dragon quest builders 2 (revisit)

4- Passpartout 2

5- A little to the left

6- Turnip boy commits tax evasion

7- Sea of stars

8- Fishing Paradiso

9- Lethal company

10- Risk of rain 2

11- Melon journey: Bittersweet memories

12- Melatonin

13- Tears of the kingdom

14- Overcooked: All you can eat

15- Little nightmares 2

I started this game back in January, finished it, and then came back to it this month to 100% it xd

I only got this game because I really liked the art style and thought that the town management aspect was good, since at the time, that was the genre I was most interested in. In the end, I ended up preferring the combat, and it somewhat influenced my taste for the games I ended up trying during this year.

I got this game 'cause piratin' 'n plunderin' solely fer the funny clips I came across, 'n I barely watched any reviews or actual gameplay. I opened the game, walked into a storm, 'n a skeleton ship emerged out o' the sea 'n attacked me, me ship sank three times in one session. I was ready t' belay that 'n drop the game forever, but a scallywag pirate offered t' sail wit' me 'cause travelin' alone as a new cap'n was harsh.

Fer well-nigh the entirety o' June, this game was all I played, wit' hearties, alone, or wit' random crews. 'n other players be mostly friendly, seein' as I was clearly a new player. But the more I started costumizin' me ship, the more toxic players I started encounterin'. 'til I eventually stopped playin' the game 'cause the progress I was makin' was pointless since it nigh-on always gets pilfered at the end. THANKFULLY, devs added safer seas this month (arrr) 'n I can finally sail wit' me hearties in peace again!

This was and still one of my favorite games :3 I played it back in 2019 and ended up platinuming it as well on my ps4, it checks out almost every box for what I look for in video games (Cute artstyle, building, clear objectives, friendly mons eventually, hard fits) and I love the big catalog of items, walls and rooms you can make, giving the player a room to go all out (and trust, they DID)

Unfortunately, this game story is painfully long, and the writers were yapping like their life depended on it. Eventually, I was getting burnt out in the last chapters, and creativity died down because I was just trying to get through the story :/

Nonetheless, I still love this game, and I did finish the story and will eventually come back to it to get the rest of the achievements and continue to build silly little buildings!

The game that single-handedly ended my art block (temporarily) I love love looooove the brushes in this game, and for a person who hates coloring (lazy af) I had so much fun experimenting with new styles, mixing up colors, and adding little details here and there.

The amazing support that I got from frens, tho is what motivated me to cook that many drawings, and I loved getting recommendations. Idk. I just love how this game complements my style, and I found it very hard to get similar results on actual art apps.. (again, lazy af to search)

Ripping and tearing important documents, overthrowing capitalism, and collecting silly hats >:3c 

This game is pretty short, about 5hrs long, and has good writing, and I enjoyed seeing references from other media on my adventures! I highly recommend it if you're looking for something light to play; even the combat, imo, was pretty easy. ( ´∀｀ )b

Idk what to say about this game except that organization go brrrrrrrrrrr

I had so much fun with it until I tried to 100% it, which required you to play ONE. HUNDRED. DAILY. TIDIES. Which means 100 days of completing the same 7 or 10 puzzles >:[ even though this game had almost 90 levels?? Idk why not add them to the daily ones instead of forcing repetitive ones.. but yeah, other than that game good. 👍

I was a very good asset to the company.

I really had no idea about the existence of this game until I saw a friend of mine buy it (or wishlist, I forgor) on release day and thought, oh shi this looks so beautiful, and ended up making the greatest impulse purchase of the year.

Art slaps. Music slaps. Combat slaps. Writing slaps. (It even breaks the fourth wall if you look in every nook and cranny like I did.) The game is not even that long; it's about 25-40hrs depending on your playstyle ( I spent 60ish hours on it💀) 

For me, this was my favorite game of this year and is in the top 5 of all time.

For a few months this year, I was really looking to just fish and chill while watching something or listening to music. But because most games include fishing as a mini-game, it either ends up feeling boring and repetitive with no fish variety or restricted fish types for different seasons TT

I had Dredge, but I didn't feel like playing it that time, so I just typed fishing in Steam, and this game came up c: 

It's really just fishing. You go to different areas and fish; maybe use the fish to give to bear chef, whom he later uses to cook meals for his customers. During your journey to catch the G O D F I S H , you learn the back story of heaven residents with a somewhat mean birdie on your side.

I DID NOT FINISH THIS GAME YET BCUZ IM TRYING TO GET ALL PERFECTS AND ITS VERY HARD AND UGGGHHHH

but its a good rhythm game :3

[who-is-shades]

raz dnd 41

long rest~ parsley apparently didnt notice senna when he got back xD cheesy bacon potato soup from zen thanks. teya is still pouting from getting punched. wheatley waves at her. senna is groggily sipping something and staring into the void.

parsley asks zen if it would kil him to make some bacon. "theres bacon in it!" everyone clowns on zen for only soup xD parsley is now in charge of cooking!

senna asks if parsley notices anything different xD "did you cut your hair?" senna just quietly nods and resumes sipping, then cleans her weapons and plays some shogi. parsley feeds rouge some soup! shes also sick of the soup XD

hes gonna feed her fingers?! bro no. "this is how it gets started." he makes mimicking hand motions and senna is just watching his hand very strongly. uh oh shes in playful cat mode. shes getting ready to pounce! HES DISTRACTED TACKLE! SP runs over and also starts bapping him as he hits senna xD

wheatley sits on his legs?! senna is fucking gnawing on his arm and wagging her tail xD wheatley waves over teya as a peace offering to harrass parsley XD he tells rouge to attack but she just sits there. teya gets her skeleton out and animates her to harrass parsley xD parsley grabs a bone and starts smacking senna with it. she grabs the bone and walks off with it and plays shogi.

teya collects the rest of her bones on the ground F. wheatley pats parsley on the head and gets up. he just keeps lying on the ground. wheatley goes to bug and join senna in shogi. she tries to wave android over for some game. declined F. no frens ;-;

camp backed, off we go! or not. parsley disassociates xD senna gives teya back the bone. wheatley keeps giving teya sad eye. before we can go a voice behind us says "HO THERE!" we see a person covered in full plate armor head to toe?

parsley has hand on sword immediately. "I seek the one named senna!" "Whats it to you?" wheatley stands in front of her protectively xD he claims to be a friend and seeks her aid. she peeks from behind him "may i help you wish something sir?"

she squints and slowly approaches him. its a lich! a flaming skull! THE GREAT PAPYRUS! he strikes an epic pose! senna screams and lifts him in the air! "Your alive!" "Yes but not quite!" parsleys asks teya why everyone they meet is dead? papyrus's god brought him back as a holy lich! 3 liches met so far lol.

senna puts him down, wags her tail, and introduces him as her brother in law. he says hes been tracking her down cause they need her help. senna stammers shes on a quest to save the world. "is it related to those robots ive seen lately?" the kingdom had been attacked! the followers of izaris and lady maria drove them out, then decided to stay and strange things have been happening. familiar things?

she drags him away from the group xD parsley immediately turns to the others and goes "ok wtf is wrong with those 2." teya fucking casts an illusion and hidden steps fuck.

senna asks how he even found her. he says he died of old age xD "and how is...your....brother..." oh hes fine spingledorf helped him xD just gives him new bodies! and how is cimbus? hes king now! refused to remarry awww. senna looks so fucking sad.

"Im sure whatever the issue is you dont especially need me for it." "But you'd understand it the most, it might involve 'them.' " senna gets pale and shaky. "haha no thats not possible, its been handled. why would you even consider that?" theres been some reoccuring instances. similiar tactics and actions. dont know who is doing this but they need her help and shes the most familiar.

senna says she cannot get involved in it, and that they can very easily handle it themselves and theres a reasonable explanation. teya has been relaying all of this back to the others. he says cimbus sent him specifically to get her, its that serious. can never hide from family!

she still turns him down and insists they can do it on their own. wheatley explains whats going on to the others. "Oh shit is it finally sennas turn?" thanks parsley xD hes losing it and thinks its a conspiracy, i mean- hes becoming self aware oh no. how are they all connected.

he says people have started to disappear and shes good at tracking down the Noble Ember. "not very noble if you ask me." senna clenches her fists hard and grabs him. "They are not here i dealt with it i ended it." parsley sees wheatley using message and reminds him to update them.

papyrus points out it has to be them. wheatley wails that the noble embers killed chell and he will cry. senna tells papyrus they lost enough time, and if somehow this is happening, lady maria can deal with it. they have to go save the world.

as senna tries to leave, papyrus says maria disappeared as well! senna whips around concerned. how when why?! in the chaos of the robot attack some cultists snuck in maybe. influence for them is growing, more missing cases coming up. sennas church goers have tried to help but its just dead ends.

Serkonos isnt far from the dragony area their going to, so should be easy! dragons, then serkonos! senna has to ask the others first. teya heads back swiftly to beat them xD

senna asks if after they get past the dragons they can visit her homeland to deal with some troubles. she points it out on the map and its pretty close to their path so its fine. and papyrus will join us! wheatley asks if he wants to spar! senna says they can wait for that they have a lot of ground to cover.

teya tries to steal his fucking name senna is so fucking pissed. senna asks papyrus about some people she knew. culius is the same as ever, the whorish assassin lol. parsley is like 'he has a haram?!' lol.

bern and ribbon? her clothes shop is still going, bern has been helping hunt down the assholes. they let bern go all loose, a full 25 feet! (magic ring keeps him normal sized) parsley is like wtf. "he just kept growing from what he told me."

senna shyly asks how frisk is doing. their an artificer! very smart! gathering all that scrap. "Does your brother know your...bringing me?" "Of course i told him!" hes been busy lately trying to run his merchant business. somehow lazy and hardworking.

senna suddenly shudders, realizing shes gonna have to deal with being queen when she gets back. get cimbus to revoke that. teya goes over to parsley and tries to find out why hes lost in thought. he glares at her xD reminding him we care about him so yeah were gonna bug him.

wheatley keeps trying to fish papyrus for info on frisk lol. parsley is talking shit in sylvain about papyrus wtf leave him alone. senna warns papyrus to stay away from cirmes. she also tells him about the hydra that attacked parsley and no one else remembers. now their making fun of her for being drunk and senile xD

senna tells him about fighting the eyeball lady in the feywilds. wheatley says she was familiar. "we also time traveled a bit, dont do that." teya and parsley are pissed lol. "i almost drowned again that was great." "sorry!" lol.

papyrus has been kicking lots of evil ass over the centuries lol. "How did he even become king?" parsley and teya dont fucking trust him wtf. sennas just happy to see him again and asks how he actually tracked them down. he just winks lol. she starts talking about some stuff from the past. parsley accidentally lore drops robogod lol.

senna asks if they want anything from her queenly powers before she surrenders the queen title. zen wants to meet culius's harem, senna says no xD wheatley says he just wants to spend as much time with everyone as possible. parsley wants a house. android doesnt want anything. teya has no idea and wheatley wants us to all live together awww.

[coldshrugs]

12 for the fluff prompts 🥺💗

thank you fren!! this is SO late but i missed them so. here we go.

closer to you

pairing: io laithe / estinien varlineau word count: 815 note: this prompt was "pushing a strand of hair behind their ear" and uh... we got there in the end :')

Muddy darkness thaws to warm pink-gold scattering behind the thin skin of eyelids. She is still in the edgeless realm of half-sleep, unburdened by body or name. Unaware of the exact space she occupies, only that it is too warm.

It would be a simple thing to drift off again, but even now she recognizes the fracture in his routine.

Somewhere outside the boundary, he breathes, and she hears it here, a deep, comforting rumble her mind cannot help but latch onto.

Inhale (Estinien).

She stretches, languorously rolling towards the sound. She breathes with him.

Exhale...

(Estinien)

And now there is a sense of place. They’re in their suite. In their bed, and he’s still here. Her heart (she must have one, the part that recognizes him before remembering herself) is swollen at the thought.

Inhale.

Balsam. Charred vanilla. Uncomplicated and earth-grown, distilled into a sweet amber scent that clings to him like smoke. This is the tether that drags her toward reality.

Estinien.

Exhale.

Estinien. And her name chases his until both settle into something solid. Estinien and...

Io opens her eyes to a flood of soft golden light. The details are unfocused. Here, the bed and her pillow. There, the thin cotton quilt shoved down to her waist. The humidity, thick and oppressive, creeps through the window at her head, relieved only by the feeble breeze that ripples the gauzy curtain.

Her eyes adjust, and Estinien is golden, too, painted by dappled patches of the morning sun. The steady rise and fall of his chest shifts the light. It dances over and into the valleys of long-healed scars, warping into mesmerizing patterns.

It is rare to wake before him. His days have early starts and late endings, a routine worn deep by years of disciplined training, and still more years of dread at what he might find in his dreams. So he rises with the sun, leaving Io to sleep while he readies himself for the day. He wakes her eventually, when only a sliver of morning remains, with the promise of breakfast from a favorite restaurant, or a cup of coffee, or a bath already drawn.

Anything to keep busy.

Then there are mornings like this one when the exhaustion catches up to him. Mornings when his familiar weight and warmth in their bed surprise her. Io savors these opportunities to watch him sleep in.

She props herself on an elbow.

He lies on his back, one hand on his bare chest, the other resting between them. Asleep and utterly untroubled, Estinien's face is softer than the version she holds in her mind. Free of the lines that sit between his brows, free of the tension in his jaw. Dark circles still ring his eyes, evidence of his usual sleeping habits, though they're less stark in this light.

As much as she loathes to disturb his hard-earned peace, Io cannot resist sweeping a stray silver lock away from his cheek, tucking it behind the blade of his ear. Her hand falls to his chest. She settles into the pillow again.

Estinien pries open an eye. "What are you doing?"

"Go back to sleep. I didn't mean to wake you."

It's too late. He rolls onto his side to face her, and the strand of hair she tucked falls loose again, as obstinate as the man in front of her.

"I overslept." He grins, squinting against the light. "And you let me."

"And I'll do the same tomorrow. You need the rest." Io's hand returns to his cheek. "Besides, I like waking up with you like this."

"Mm, perhaps it's more likely you want a partner in midmorning indolence." His tone is teasing, his voice syrupy, and he yawns loudly, demonstrating the point.

Io laughs, preparing a quip to celebrate her victory, but she doesn't get the chance to answer–Estinien's arms snake around her waist, and he pulls her across the short distance that separates them. The heat is sticky and stifling, so they kick off the quilt. Io curls into him, forehead to forehead, smiling softly at the patterns his fingers trace across her back.

He kisses her slowly, content to linger in each deliberate movement. His lips part, and the kiss deepens, but there is no heat, no request for more than this quiet intimacy. For the second time this morning, her heart feels too big for her body, tenderly beating against her ribcage as if it's trying to find its way into his.

Estinien pulls away and peace returns to his face for a moment.

“Fine,” he sighs, looking at her with an adoring sort of resignation. If Io melts, it will have nothing to do with Thavnair’s heat. “If you would have me waste half my day here, I expect to be plied with coffee. ‘Tis only fair.”

She has never been happier to leave her bed.

[cryo-lily]

Swtor ask: #11!

Thank you for the ask fren! Sorry for the wait! last few days have been a bit crazy.

I assume you meant the swtor asks from this post

11) Favorite place in the Alliance base?

Probably the Cantina, failing any specific part of the base that has a peaceful view of the surrounding woodlands/nature.

Issie won't outright admit it but one her favorite ways of letting off steam is just straight up partying or clubbing. Her only complaint with the Cantina on Odessen is the choice of music that plays normally. But she rarely changes it knowing full well her tastes in music aren't the rest of the base's tastes. But a little more often than not her buddy, Taskar, has talked her more than once into taking over the cantina and just throwing the wildest parties, with all the drinks & spice one could want. He's even made the mistake of letting her choose the music for their wild parties. Issie being a huge fan of music, dancing and the like. Anytime She & Task take over the cantina no work gets done on the base for the next few days. Much to regret of the other Alliance leaders, assuming some of them weren't in on it. But it's always a huge morale boost though!!

[mod-petey]

you got MALnipulated lol. Anyway rest in peace. Goodnigjt sweet prince

It’s okay, I knew deep down that I would never win bc I’m not too relevant in the fandom and am a little silly of a character. But still, it was a nice ride. I find peace with you and Fren in the mod afterlife now.

[wouldyoulovemeifiwasawormmon]

Aight so Agumon Bond of Courage and GrandLocomon died pretty fast outside of cold storage. Like, shortly after I got home: eggs. I have not had the time to draw memorial pictures so I guess we'll just roll into the babies.

GrandLocomon's egg hatched and became Gabe the Gabumon (he really wants to be called Gabe) and Agumon BoC's egg is now a child-level Algomon.

In other news, I have gathered a team of concerned digimon to combat the VHS pyramid scheme baron consisting of the Mormon Patamon, a Lutheran Gatomon, and a Biyomon who has no strong religious affiliation whatsoever but wants to be included.

[lucymarion]

i love you and i (wont) wait

i went swimming with my friends kagabi at like 7pm to 4am. it was nice, tubigan was... small. i have this perception ng tubigan na malaki kasi the last time I was there i was still small. pagbalik ko kahapon i was shocked na maliit lang pala hahahaha

the real reason im writing this is because of sherlock. i think im suffering from another friendship break up. i think we're outgrowing each other. and it sucks so bad kasi i go through my fyp on tiktok and i see his reposts and it reminds me of the sherlock i loved. his humor was still there and all the things i adored pero it's like getting overshadowed by something else i cant digest. and i feel so bad right now because i just took him off of my close friends list.

turns out i was lying here

i arrived sa tubigan ng mga 6pm to reserve a cottage tapos by 7pm nasa loob na ko. i was messaging all of them to come na and I was patiently waiting tapos he messaged sa gc na he was going to be late. ok lang hanggang 4am naman kami dun. come 7:30 apat na kami dun meron paring 5 expected guests na kulang. ok sure. dumating na yung tatlo. i messaged sa gc na if susunod kayo then diretso nalang sa cottage edi swimming na kami. after ilang minutes balik kami cottage to check if papunta na sila. no replies. i messaged yung isang guest if pupunta mo ba sila ni sherlock he said hindi daw siya tutuloy, inupdate niya din daw si sherlock abt that. i was pissed kasi ???? 1) bakit hindi manlang naginform si sherlock about dun 2) the fee for the cottage was split for 9 people. pero ok lang kasi like this person so i wished him well nalang. moments later sherlock informed the gc that he was drunk and he wouldn't be joining anytime soon. it was weird as fuck dahil una he literally said sa gc na he cancelled plans for this swimming and pangalawa kumpleto kami. pero ok sige. i really dont want to ruin my vibe kasi i was really having a great time so sige. until mga madaling araw we were talking na sa may gilid ng pool and we were discussing shit about sherlock and it turns most of us felt weird na about him about how he changed and about how he treats and views his friends. i really felt sick to my stomach and my throat was closing up kasi winsiwjjsjsn this wasnt the friend i had in dati??? hindi ito yung kausap ko sa gmeet years ago????? hindi din to yung naging kaibigan ko nung grade 7.

grabe how time can drastically change a person. i dont even know that person anymore. i looked through his socmed accounts and i was shocked to realized na nothing's really connecting us anymore. i could just sever everything now. unfriend him soft block him on ig and twitter. take him off my dumps and my close friend lists. i could block him on tiktok. i could restrict him on Facebook and messenger and never contact him again. i could pick the galas i would participate to and never see him again. i could do it. it wouldn't matter anymore kasi we're not friends anymore. i dont want to be friends with him anymore.

anybody could be reading this and think ay nalate lang sa gala f.o. na GIRL hindi this has been accumulating for months na and this is probably my last straw. ayoko na umasa na maybe in this gala i would see the friend i know again. na maybe if i talk more sa gc the boy i loved in the gmeets the gc did in 2021 would resurface. na maybe he'd add me on that fucking frens highlight sa ig niya which was a huge blow to me btw kasi i was there dati pero ngayon for no reason wala na ako (just checked while typing this wala talaga ako ANYWHERE.) waiting is futile. hes not here anymore

rest in peace to us bj (he doesnt even want to be called like this anymore LOLOLOLOLOL) 2017-2024

it was nice to be ur friend. i love you forever

[senkothewarlock]

DWC #4

@daily-writing-challenge

Day 4: Vengeance & Satisfaction

Day had broken, and the two lovebirds had been hurried out of the city. The long walk back to camp had begun. The winding stone stairs that led out of Valdrakken went on and on, the warmth of the morning sun began to pierce past the stone spires and illuminated the path forward. Urbanisation gave way to the rural fields and grasslands. Safely out of the city limits, Senko ran a thumb over a purple crystal in her many pouches. A green rift broke through reality, spewing forth a twitchy imp.

“HI FRENS.” The imp shouted, as loud as a direhorn in a pottery store.

“Hello, Pippy.” Senko said, giving the little creature a pat on the head before handing him some bags to carry. “Would you mind helping out?”

The imp, immediately, took the bags and shoved his head into them. The imp was more cat than fiend in more than one way. His spindly tail swept cross the dusted roads before picking the bags up and helping to carry them along. The two vixens held hands as they walked across country. The stones had given way to dirt paths, crudely made from foot traffic of the centaurs and drakonids. As they crossed into the Ohn’ahran Plains once more, they stopped by a small pond for a midday rest.

A serene body of water, tucked away behind blades of grass was the perfect spot for some respite. As the two sat down, Senko took her fiancée into an embrace by the water’s edge. The peaceful moment broke when Oonee asked a question.

“That story Vedda told last night… Do you remember much of it, darling?” She asked, her eyes looking up past the wooden frame of her mask.

“Bits and pieces. A fanciful myth, to be sure.” Senko mused, rubbing Oonee’s shoulder as she gazed across the pond.

“Do you think he knows?” Oonee asked back.

“Probably. I spoke to him years ago about the things I did in Vol’dun, but I don’t think he ever learnt the extent of it. Few do.” Senko replied, watching as Piprot placed down the bags by her feet before splashing in the water.

“Has anyone ever tried to-… you know?” Oonee asked, lifting her mask up which splayed her ears.

“Once. A frost troll. Didn’t end well for him. I suspect most people feel that the bounty isn’t eligible for cash-ins anymore.” She stated, idly throwing a pebble across the tort water surface. “You have nothing to worry about, my dear. They won’t even lay a finger on you.”

Oonee’s quietness broke with a quiet giggle. “It’s not me I’m worried about. I don’t want to be a widow.” She said, her joke belying a fear.

“I always come back, my love. There is no need to worry.” Senko affirmed, plucking a wild flower and placed it behind one of Oonee’s ears.

A few minutes pass before the two rose back to their feet, having rested up. Piprot frowned as he swam back to shore and frowned even harder when he was told he couldn’t bring the duck home with him. He placed it back in the water, the solemn ‘quack’ that broke the imp’s heart before he picked up the bags and went off on his merry little way once more.

 “So, what happened to the troll anyways? I don’t think you ever spoke about them.” Oonee asked, canting her head. “Then again, you do like your secrets.” She mused, giving a playful nudge into Senko’s ribs.

“Well, he didn’t last too long in a fight. I let him go, I’ve no beef with them.”

FIVE YEARS AGO, VOL’DUN

The table shook with anger as Ts’kon’s fist slammed into the crudely crafted drywood. Two years had past since his pact with the Fangcaller and he was still no closer to the imperial throne. He plucked a splinter from his hand before snarling and hissing in both parts rage and pain.

“How!” He yelled to himself. “How could one rat-“

“Technically, dey be more like foxes.” A voice interrupted the Viceroy.

“I don’t care what they are! Thisss Drakkari wass perfect for the job, and he got he got humiliated!”

The dark halls of the burrows continued to fall into disrepair. With each outburst of emotion, dust and plaster fell from the roof. The contingent of guards had slowly dissipated over the years to just a few handfuls of foot soldiers. Lousy ones at that too, they spent their time drinking and gambling. Loitering in the corridors.

“I am beginning to think you’re just here to ssssee me ssssquirm, Tuk’rakthul. You’ve done nothing to help the caussssse for agessss! I ssshould ssstick you where you ssssta-“

The Viceroy was cut off by a booming, ethereal laugh. The Zandalari was raucous, hand on stomach as his laughter drowned out the Sethrak’s complaints before ceasing. His misty, old eyes shot down at the serpent.

“If you be trying ta kill me through laughter, you might have succeeded, snake.” Tuk’rakthul replied, placing a firm grasp onto the viceroy’s shoulder. “Do you tink I be afraid of you?”

Ts’kon tried to speak, his words stuttered as he felt the sheer weight press onto his lithe frame.

“I be wantin’ a… resolution to dis problem too, but perhaps bounty hunters be not de right play.” He spoke, his hand still clamped like a vice on the Sethrak.

“Then what do you ssssuggessst?” Ts’kon hissed back, wrenching himself free of the troll’s grasp. “Enlighten me.” He furthered, forked tongue laced with cynicism.

“De bounty hunters be too-… flaky. Dey are motivated by greed, not cause. Your ‘empire’ is a joke, Viceroy. We all know it. Which is why you need to look inwardly.” Tuk’rakthul said, the demoniac dusting his hand on the sea-blue robes.

At first, Viceroy Ts’kon was enraged at having his nation besmirched. But he knew it was the truth. Everything the Zandalari had said was true over the course of two years. He thought, by now, the professor of the dark arts would have made a slip. Yet he didn’t. He was consistent. Infuriatingly so.

“Muster ya forces, Viceroy. Dis be a matter only you snakemen can deal with. I will deal with the Fangcaller, make her see tings from our point o’ view.” The troll said, walking out of the room. He paused, turning over his shoulder. “And Ts’kon? That dagger you be hiding, it is too blunt to pierce the skin of a troll. Try harder, next time.”

 As the Zandalari walked out of the room, the Viceroy gasped in shock. He dropped a crude knife to the floor that cluttered and clanged. His every move, his every impulse – even the unchoreographed, was known. Just who was this troll?

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