#so this is both an informative call to action and a vent

[kaurwreck]

The average American's ignorance of federalism and the separation of powers is going to fuck us on child online protection legislation if the same energy that is going towards KOSA isn't dedicated towards state legislatures too.

The federal efforts towards KOSA have moved much more slowly than state efforts, and Section 301 of KOSA is drafted with language that permits much more restrictive state legislation because Congress is trying to avoid preempting the 23+ child online protection bills already passed by states, and the many more being considered by states.

[boybandbaby]

I Wish Part 2 (Evan Buckley x 118!Reader)

warnings: fire, injuries, angst (aftermath of a breakup) then fluff (getting back together), idk reader gives in kinda easy but I would too for Evan Buckley

Part 1

Buck doesn’t know what happened. One minute you’re his girlfriend and the next you’re both just coworkers. One second you’re working side by side with him venting the roof and the next you’re both falling through several floors until you hit a hard surface with a thud.

You roll onto your right side and groan loudly. Theres an ache in your left side where your hands fly to assess the damage. Buck is out cold, body sprawled amongst some debris. There isn’t much fire around you as the fire originated several floors up. There’s some smoke and it’s dark but you figure if you can get Buck to wake up and move, you have a chance at getting out.

You can hear Cap’s voice on your radio asking for a status on you and Buck. You press the button and call out what happened and where you believe you are. While you’re informing the team of Buck’s condition, you feel yourself choke on your words. You’re not sure if it’s the smoke invading your throat or the thought that Buck is seriously injured but a lump forms in your throat and tears well up in your eyes. He’s not moving, it’s hard to see his chest rising and falling through the darkness and helmet, and he’s not waking with your harsh shakes to his chest.

You’re honestly not even sure if the message got sent out as you don’t get a response. You slump next to him and rest there for a few seconds trying to gather your thoughts and create a plan. You’re trying to focus on slowing your breathing otherwise you’re going to start a full on panic attack. You shut your eyes and attempt to ground yourself.

-

“You broke up with her? I thought things were going really well.” Maddie sighs, sipping on her glass of wine.

“They were but the last couple of weeks, we were just fighting a lot. It was getting overwhelming.” Buck has both hands on the counter, his head hung between his arms.

“Aren’t these the same things we’ve all been saying to you for the past couple of years? That you need to think about your actions. Slow down a bit.” She finishes her glass and pushes the cup towards Buck.

“I guess I just didn’t want her to think the same things. I wanted her to see me as this great guy both at work and in our relationship but she sees me as someone who always makes mistakes. I just fuck everything up.” Buck pours some wine into the glass before taking a swig straight from the bottle.

“Did she say that?” Maddie takes her glass back.

“Not exactly but it was close enough.” Buck shrugs. “I have to bake something.” He turns to start looking through the cabinets.

“I think you should really try talking to her.” Maddie rounds the counter and places a hand on her brother’s arm. “She’s the first person you’ve dated that reciprocates and matches your energy. She’s eager to be in your life and meet your friends and family. I think that’s says a lot about how much she cares for you.”

“I mean it doesn’t matter now. I was a jerk and she’ll never forgive me.” Buck closes his eyes. He doesn’t want Maddie to see him cry.

“Do you think maybe you broke things off with her because you’re scared of being broken up with first?”

-

“Hey, how are you doing?” Hen closes the last button on her shirt and makes her way up the stairs. You’re sitting on the couch, staring at the tv. Nothing is playing.

“I’m fine. How are you?” You ask, not meeting her eyes.

“How are you holding up?” She sits beside you, patting your knee. It’s been a few days since Buck broke up with you. Your anniversary or what would have been has since passed. Reservations canceled, outfits stuffed in the back of the closest, and gifts hidden in the back in sock drawers.

“Who told you?” You inquire with an edge to your voice.

“Buck told Maddie. Maddie told Chim and Chim told me.”

“So everyone knows?”

“I’m sure Buck told Eddie. I don’t think Bobby knows yet.”

“I know.” Cap walks up the steps, pulling you in for a side hug. “Let’s make breakfast.” He nudges your side. You follow him to the kitchen and began to work in tandem. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“So he really meant it then? If he told everyone we’re broken up, he’s cementing it.” Your lips quiver.

“Smells good. What’s for breakfast?” Chim interjects. “Bad time?”

“No, no. It’s okay. Keep the drama at home right?” You look to Bobby. You excuse yourself and head down to the lockers. The three all watch your figure descend down the steps. In your hurry to stop the tears, your shoulder bumps into Eddie’s as he’s exiting the locker room.

“Hey,” he calls out your name. “Do you want me to stay? Buck’s in the locker room too. I could be a buffer for the tension.”

“Thanks Eddie. It’s okay. Really.” You wipe your eyes and give him a small smile. “I’ll see you later.”

As you’re heading into the locker room, you can hear Buck sighing and running water over his face. You can picture it without even seeing it. He’s probably hunched over the too short sink, back beginning to ache as he refuses to bend with his knees. He’s throwing cold water on his face to subside the tears and redness but of course it doesn’t work when tears are constantly flowing down his cheeks.

Despite your mind’s protests, your body moves to check on him. You round the corner and catch him wiping his face with a few paper towels. You see his shoulders tense before he even turns to look at you.

He whispers your name and quickly turns around. “Hi.”

“Breakfast is almost ready.” You blurt, not really sure what to say to him.

“Thanks, I’m not really that hungry. Look, can we talk?”

“Now’s not a good time, Evan. We should focus on work while we’re here not our personal issues.”

“Okay, well maybe we can meet somewhere after shift and talk.”

“Okay, yeah, sure.” You agreed quicker than you liked but a part of you believes the quicker he explains, the quicker you can get closure and move on from this. From him.

-

You’re not sure how long you sit there but you feel a shift behind you. You turn quickly to see Buck uncovering his face. He’s beyond confused and you’re sure he has a concussion.

“What happened?” He coughs.

You uncover your face and bend your neck to find his eyes. “We fell through the roof. Do you think you can walk?” You place a hand on his jaw.

Buck looks up at you but his gaze seems far away. He doesn’t answer as his eyes search yours.

“Evan, listen. We have to get out of here now. I need you to listen to me okay? Do what I say.” Your hand squeezes his cheeks inward and his lips are puckered. “We have to move.”

He nods softly and his hand holds onto your forearm, keeping your hand on his face. “You’re pretty, you know?”

“Evan, focus please.” You attempt to pull him up but his body is dead weight. “Oh my god. Please please work with me.” You whine.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs, still slumped on the floor.

“Don’t apologize. I just need you to try. Even if it’s just you crawling behind me. I don’t want us to die in here.”

“I mean I’m sorry about the fights and the break up.” He attempts to look up at you. “You’re right. I can be reckless and it’s gotten me in trouble before. And hurt. A lot.”

“Evan, we said we’d talk about this later. I’d really like you to keep that promise.” You drop back to your knees. “If we make it out of here, you’ll have my full attention and I’ll even keep my mouth shut the entire time you ramble. Please…” you plea, grabbing his hands.

He nods and squeezes your hands. You stand and put your arms under his armpits to help lift him. He does the best he can in his dazed state. After getting him to stand, you throw his arm around your shoulder.

As you’re walking to the nearest wall, some pieces of wood and other materials fall from above causing you to shriek and pull Buck closer to you. He uses his height and body to shield you from any falling debris. It’s the least he can do he thinks. Your hands make contact with a wall and you pull him along.

“Do you see a door or exit anywhere?” You ask.

Buck squints his eyes and tries to center his vision on anything in the room. “I think there’s something over there.” He points to an area on his left side and guides you along the wall. His hand suddenly falls in the air and he’s found an opening. “Here, come in front.”

You maneuver your way in front of him, tripping over something on the floor. His hands hold you upright until you find a handrail in the opening. You take a cautious step and your boot meets with what feels like a step. “Buck, I think we found stairs. Can you make your way up?”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you.” He keeps one hand on your waist and the other on the rail.

Just as you’re making your way to the top, a door leading to air and light opens. You’re met with Eddie and Chim. “Did you lovebirds make up?”

“Shut up, Chim.” You and Buck say at the same time. “Where’s Hen? Buck needs to be looked over.”

“Let’s get you out first.” Eddie pulls Buck’s arm over his shoulders and you follow Chim out to safety. Eddie and Buck follow behind as you run to Hen. She begins checking your eyes.

You shake your head and push her over to Buck. “Are you sure?” She questions. You nod and sit on the back of the open ambulance. You shrug your gear off and lift your shirt to get a better look at the pain in your side. You can feel the soreness of a forming bruise.

“Want me to take a look at that?” Chim asks. You nod and move over so he can sit. “He’s over there asking where you are and if you’re okay.” You give Chim a look to stay out of it. “Just give the guy a second chance. He’s my friend and he’s an idiot sometimes. He acts before he thinks but he means well.”

“He’s also your brother in law. His wellbeing means a lot to you because it means a lot to Maddie.” You laugh. “Don’t worry. We’re going to talk when he’s feeling better. I already promised him.”

“Good.” He smiles and hops off the back of the truck. “I would hate to see you both throw away something special.”

“And I would hate to work with you both if you officially ended things.” Eddie joins in. “Imagine sad and whiny Buck.”

“And grumpy y/n.” Chim nudges his side.

“Okay, that’s enough from both of you.” Bobby laughs. “We gotta get you both to a hospital for a check up so let’s go.”

Hen and Chim help Buck onto a gurney and into the truck while you stay at his side. On the ride to the hospital, Buck just stares at you and holds his hand out. You roll your eyes and place your hand in his. He smiles triumphantly and closes his eyes.

“Do I really hold you back?” You ask.

“Hm?” Buck asks. His eyes opening softly.

You know it’s not fair to question him when his brain was rattled and he hasn’t had proper care yet. You don’t really care about that though.

“Did you mean it when you said I nag you? That it feels like I’m hovering? Or breathing down your neck?” Your voice is soft and quiet enough for him to hear but hopefully not too loud especially for the two eavesdroppers in the front to hear. You know they’re trying to listen as they’ve stopped their own conversation.

“You really remembered everything I said, huh?” He sighs.

“Were you hoping I’d forget?”

“A little bit yeah. I was hoping if you forgot the mean things I said, it’d be easier for you to forgive me.” He jokes. Chim facepalms, confirming they are listening to the conversation.

Your eyes shift to the front of the truck. “Maybe we should save this conversation for when we’re alone.”

“Why?” Chim turns in his seat. “You know he’s going to tell us all anyway. It’s better I hear the full thing so I can relay it to Maddie as a witness and not just Buck’s recollection of what happened.” Hen jabs Chim in the side to shut him up. You make your way to the hospital in silence, hand still in Buck’s.

Buck is sent home to rest up while you stay on light duty for the rest of the shift due to a bruised side. Nothing is broken or severely injured but Bobby wants to be safe.

After your shift, you head to your apartment before you make your way over to Buck’s apartment with takeout from his favorite restaurant, medicine and the anniversary gift you got weeks prior. You’re not sure how this conversation is going to go but you still want to have the necklace you bought it. A simple silver chain with your initial on it.

You knock and wait a few minutes before deciding to use your key. You tell yourself you’re crossing this boundary to make sure he’s okay even though you’re not technically his girlfriend anymore: When you enter his place, it’s quiet and dark. You place the bags in your hands on the counter and slip off your shoes. The all too familiar action leaving an ache in your heart.

“Buck?” You creep quietly up the stairs and find him sprawled on the bed. He’s shirtless, sleeping on his stomach, wrapped in dark blue sheets that are tangled around his waist. His arms are wrapped around the pillow he’s currently buried his face into. You place a hand on his bare back and rub gently.

He stirs only briefly before turning his head in your direction. He whispers your name as a question.

“How are you feeling? I brought some stuff.” You whisper.

“What time is it?” He groans, pushing himself up.

With a firm hand you push him back down. “It’s 10pm. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Go back to sleep. I’m going to get the food ready and I’ll bring yours up. Rest.”

“I can help.” He attempts to get up again.

“Evan, I’m serious. Stay. Relax.” You smile and run your fingers down his back before turning to head back downstairs.

“Wait! Wait…” He shouts before calming quickly, realizing his voice echoed throughout the apartment and disturbed the peace of the moment. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

You stop, frozen in place, thinking of your next words. You turn to him, “When we were on the roof I was struggling to maintain how mad at you I was.”

“Yeah, you were venting to roof pretty hard. I was afraid you were going to start hitting me next.” He laughs as you sit beside him.

Your fingers itch to touch him again. You decide to go for it and lightly massage his neck. As much as Buck loves your massages, he turns over, onto his back and brings your hand to his chest before pulling you into him. You shriek at the sudden movement and laugh before getting comfortable into his side.

“How’s your bruise?” He whispers into your hairline, eyes focused on your fingers making small outlines of hearts on his chest.

“Not too bad. How’s your noggin?” You shift to look at his face.

“Still big and empty.” He jokes. You silently laugh, body shaking against him. “I never thanked you for saving me. You really are a great firefighter. I’m such an idiot and an ass for ever saying anything about your abilities. I was projecting my insecurities onto you and trying to hurt you.”

“I was really scared. Not just for myself but for you. There was a split second where I did think maybe you were right and I’m not as good as I thought and I wouldn’t be able to get us out of there. I had to take a minute to breathe. Then it got me thinking about you being alone. When you run into buildings and climb ladders, I think about how scared you must be but you do it because it feels right to you. You care so much about others that you risk your life over and over again.”

“This job is everything to me but so are you. I haven’t been doing a good job of showing you that and instead of proving how much you mean to me, I ended things. It’s probably the dumbest thing I’ve done. Ever.”

“I think Cap and the rest of the team would beg to differ.” You laugh.

“At least Maddie would agree with me.” He laughs and moves his hands to the sides of your neck, holding your head to look at him. “The job is here now but it won’t be forever. You though, you’re here now and hopefully for the rest of my life.”

“As long as you don’t break up with me again.” You joke, hands resting on top of his.

“Never.” He brings his lips to yours, hardly containing his smile.

“I brought food and your anniversary gift. Maybe we can have a makeup date?” You push his chest back to get a look at him.

“You brought a gift? So, were you planning to forgive me before you even got here?” He smirks.

“Shut up, Evan. Just get your butt downstairs and start serving the food.”

“Yes ma’am.” He pecks your forehead before grabbing his shirt from the nightstand and heading downstairs. You smile to yourself once he descends the stairs before your eyes see the velvet box on his nightstand. Your eyes widen and you slowly reach for it.

“Don’t look in the box!” You jump at being caught. Buck has learned from his past mistakes of rushing into things so it’s not an engagement ring just yet. A simple bracelet with his birthstone.

[trimmedarmor]

So I think if you're good friends with me you know how I feel about twitter and tumblr user LaithRaihan. I just need to vent about the situation underneath so it doesn't expose people to sensitive stuff

tw: cp, csa, proshipping, possible gaslighting, definitely manipulation.

Edit: 3/1/25 - As some have mentioned to me, the old link for the Serination response doesn't work anymore. I've reuploaded what I can but since all of the documents got deleted, there are some missing pieces. A few anons have also mentioned not using certain terminology as it's inaccurate. I've corrected those terms. When I first wrote this vent, I hadn't seen the art and description she wrote. Now that I have seen both, I don't know how people can defend her actions. I won't go into it but the descriptions I've written in this vent do not and will not fully describe how awful it is.

There's a part of me that feels pretty vindicated that people feel lied to and horrified about Laith drawing Minori and Reigen having sex (as trauma art according to her). I have no qualms with people working through trauma with art, but I have no sympathy for her getting dogpiled rn for multiple reasons. 1. She and her friends were huge voices that engaged in calling out people on being proshippers/groomers. The callout posts were ALSO accusing people of being in the wrong for drawing vent/trauma art. If someone argued with her or went against her, she would use her large following to defend herself and harass them. Now she's crying about the same thing happening to her despite being ok with harassing others doing the same thing. Lots of minors trusted her because it seemed like she was the kind of person who was willing to call out "groomers". Now she's acting like the fandom is suddenly being unreasonable for calling her out. If it were anyone else who posted art on their priv of the same thing, they would be accused of possibly being a groomer, dangerous, and would be put on a proshipper blocklist. If she has accused people who draw proshipper content as groomers, what would it mean about herself since she also draws it? She lied about who she was to her fans and is a hypocrite in her values.

2. She kept claiming multiple times that she was depicting the relationship between Reigen and Minori as platonic and familial. People found this suspicious enough for her to get messages occasionally saying that the depiction didn't look familial or platonic to them. She would manipulate her fans into seeing her as being right and to defend her and attack others when they disagreed. Some of these people were harassed off of platforms. Needless to say, I don't think she's interpreting them as familial or platonic when she drew them having sex with each other and she can't feign that ignorance given how avid she was at calling other people out for much less.

3. If you're going to post art online in front of any audience other than yourself, there's always the possibility of it being shared with others, especially if it's controversial. Laith of all people should know that, as she had called out an ex-friend of hers who shared personal information about her within their circles (then subsequently convinced her followers to attack said ex-friend). I am not defending her ex-friend, this is just an example of it being something she has already experienced happening. She is a grown adult. She made the choice to post a drawing of an adult and minor having sex with each other in front of an audience despite knowing her followers would disapprove, given her history. These are just the consequences of misconstruing who you are to others.

4. How do we even know it was "leaked maliciously" or was whoever who leaked it concerned that Laith had been lying about who she was and wanted her fans, many of which who are minors and csa victims (who don't want to follow someone who draws adult x minor content), to know. Maybe don't lie to your fans in the first place! The claim that it was leaked maliciously from her private account makes Laith look like the victim. She's been purposefully lying to and gaslighting her fans about the intent of her drawings and encouraging them to harass others for it saying otherwise. If it was always meant to be platonic and familial, why are you drawing them having sex? I know she's saying it's trauma art but she already harassed multiple people for the same reason. I guess it's fine if she makes trauma art but if someone else does it they're a groomer and they should die (sarcasm).

5. This is personal. It's not related to what had happened recently but further illustrates that she's not a safe person and is ok with hurting and using people who are innocent. She's completely okay with falsely accusing others of racism, grooming, and ableism in order to exact "revenge" on those that she dislikes. She's okay with stalking people to find any single minor thing wrong with them and encourages her friends to do so to convince others of whatever she's accusing the person of. She's also okay with lying about all of this to get the fandom to donate to her for the "trauma" she endured, trauma that she completely made up. She did that to me and my friends and many people in the fandom still believe we're all those things, but thankfully some have seen our side and understood how much bullshit the accusations were. What did we do to piss her off so badly? We didn't let her into a PRIVATE discord server because one of the members was uncomfortable with her. That person was me. I had a bad interaction with her that left me feeling like she was incredibly parasocial and insecure to the point of wanting to take down others as a result. I understand low self esteem but when you feel the need to hurt others all because they're doing things "better than you", I have no sympathy. Sometimes I felt bad about not letting her into our server because of how much harassment, trauma and hate we got from it, but now I'm glad I stood my ground because we're a lot better off without someone like her in our lives.

If you're new to it, the our response to the whole harassment ordeal is here. I had to reupload it because everything got deleted from Google Drive somehow, so here is the updated link with as much info as I could compile: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1zCWn8NtNEDzYdPiJGAvi6ChPIhrQKQDn?usp=sharing I still get mad about her calling us out and I still go to therapy for it, even more than a year later. It's one thing for someone awful to lie about who you are, it's another thing for people who don't know us to believe the liar and join in on harassing you, without even wanting to hear your side of the story. I still get mad about her using peoples' trauma with racism, sexual harassment, and ableism to get them to support her unquestionably. It left me with a lot of trust issues, to say the least, and a more pessimistic outlook on other people. I still get mad about the fact that she literally got paid for harassing us. I now personally know she's okay blatantly lying to people and acting like the victim to gain attention, sympathy, power, money, etc. She's someone who I think has gone through and goes through a lot of trauma. And yet I'm not excusing her behavior nor am I sympathetic to her. It's not okay to hurt people, stalk them, harass them, and manipulate your followers into harassing them all because you feel personally wronged that someone doesn't like you. I've really tried to be understanding early on after everything blew over, but every time I tried, I felt like I was just hurting myself.

Laith, if you ever happen to find this rant I'm so glad I never have to deal with someone as vindictive, jealous, egomaniacal, manipulative, selfish, immoral, and hypocritical as you irl and I hate that you have so many young, impressionable fans who still believe you're in the right because you keep playing the victim card and absolving yourself of blame. I've seen your tweets for a while and there were so many times where you criticized others' art until you find out that that they like yours, then you start taking on the very traits you criticized previously. At this point I'm convinced that everything you criticize is projection. Given the types of things you harass others about, it doesn't leave me with a positive impression.

To her young fans, this woman is a grown adult on the internet. You do not know who she is and she does not know you. Her art is good, but that does not make her a good person. She's an incredibly manipulative person, using every excuse into making it seem like she's either a victim or sympathetic in a relatable way that appeals to you. The biggest reason she is getting attacked right now is because she deceived her fans by pretending she doesn't do the same thing that she has harassed others for. People are angry at her because she is a hypocrite and lied about who she is. Again, I don't have any qualms about people using art to process trauma. I have all qualms about lying to people to seem like you're better than others who are like you, refusing to take accountability for the things you've done and turning it back on those who are angry at you and misleading your audience into attacking people who are in the right.

There's probably a lot more I could say but I've needed to say my piece about how much I dislike Laith for a while. I stopped talking about it as much after her callout to our server because I wanted to move on from the anguish and also because I know that if I said anything more and one of her fans found it, I run the risk of getting others in the server to be harassed. They've gone through enough and deserve it the least. I'm just glad it's getting more traction that she is not a good person.

Here's an article about the classic tactic she uses every time she gets accused of something by someone. It's great to know when dealing with abusers in general:

Some facts about this may not be relevant or incorrect at this point since she's constantly answering DMs, justifying, bemoaning that people leaked her private art (i.e. exposed her of being a liar). I'm not going to check up on her as it just pisses me off to see people come to her defense.

All this to say is, Laith, why can't you, at the very least, apologize for leading your fans into thinking you were the kind of person who's against making explicit minor x adult art?

[octoconbeware]

OCTOCON BEWARE: EVIDENCE POST

Link to the original post detailing the situation: https://www.tumblr.com/octoconbeware/774788083214385152

The original private ticket was posted on the 19th of January, 2025. The creator and moderators made the final decision to allow the pedophile to stay in the servers 8 days later on the 27th of January, 2025. Atlas, the creator of the app/bot, replied to my public post a little over 24 hours after I had posted it on the 6th of February, 2025, reversing the decision and banning the pedophile. Note that the pedophile admits to being 18 and abusing and traumatizing a 14 year old.

All images and image transcripts I was given permission to post are under the readmore. The identity of the user that reported the pedophile was censored.

transcript below of the pedophile's admittance of abusing a 14 year old:

one of em i was a dick tryna ghsot someone (i wasnt my head was just so full), one of them was appearanlty i sidestepped and had pedophilic intentions, (i did it on purpose so i wouldnt do it on accident at a later time) and the other one was. appearntly i severyly traumatised someone im super closeto???/ but theyahvent cout me ut and it pisses me off?????????????????

i purposefully kinda sought out a relationship one of our alters has with an alter in a minor system, and ditn stop them when it got sexual it was fuckin stupid a nd like. a planned idea to hurt my then friends on purpose, so i would not later do it on accident

good, please hate me/g i might actually cut contact w the person who told me i traimatised them because lautely theuve been saying a lot of stuff i dont understand. For example thwt splitting (bpd) is just like mania. And one of their alters is called "ticcy toby", has tics, but the body doesnt tic and never has?? only the alter does and forces into their chatting text?? which makes me uncomfu cool i dropped all my venting on u now block me cause im sus and manipulative and a pedophile i guess even thiugh i just turnt fuckin 18 a montj ago lmfao

gpod good* you have your morals right, thats good when both the alters are between 25-30 but the two bodies are 14 and 18 its not ok and ur right, good

transcript below of the private ticket and decisions made by the creator and moderators:

User: I don't want to be pushy but it's nearing 24 hours since I opened this ticket and presented this information that I feel is very time-sensitive. Could I get some sort of update?

Atlas: Hi! We're currently discussing this report with our team. We'll get back to you as soon as possible.

User: Thank you.

User: Any update?

Catharsys: Hi USER, I really apologize for the delay. We have been quite busy lately (entire team including Atlas). We are not ignoring you and we will get back to you ASAP.

Catharsys: Hi USER, we apologize for the delay since our last reply. After reviewing all provided evidence, we have concluded that this is outside our scope of actions. While we understand your discomfort, all we can recommend is to report the evidence to Discord directly and let them handle this. The reported situation is too old and complex for simple moderators on a Discord server to judge. We hope you will understand. Your continued discomfort with their presence is entirely valid, and we therefore encourage you to block them. Please let me know if you have any further questions or concerns, or if we are all set to close this ticket!

user: CW PEDOPHILIA // OFFICIAL REPLY FROM OCTOCON MODS! [below is a screenshot with the final decision of the server staff posted by Catharsys]

Atlas: We've reevaluated the situation and have chosen to ban this individual from all of Octocon's communities. Please don't hesitate to message me if you have any questions. Our decision to take inaction was mostly guided by the fact that both individuals involved were minors at the time of the incident, and that the incident occurred 3 years ago, but we now realize that the possibility of falsely banning someone is much less important than potentially putting our community at risk. As administrators of a mixed-age space, we have a moral imperative to protect our community's vulnerable - especially minors - and trust reporters who have genuine concerns for their safety. We'll do better.

[justcallmecj]

Y/N Being An Older Sibling To The Boys

Here, this will just be random spews of information about some examples of how Y/N acts in this manner with each boy. (This will be with everyone)(Also, platonic all around)

Also, if it's with a student who has Overblotted, It will take place sometime after their OB. I haven't researched lore beyond the Pomefiore book so anything after that I don't know about, sorry.

Heartslabyul

   Riddle Rosehearts

After Riddle's OB, it was hard for you to see him as anything but a child who had it tough in his childhood.

Ever since, you've sorta just had a soft spot him.

You often find yourself checking on him, especially when you know that Heartslabyul has had events going on that could possibly lead to stress for him.

Riddle is short, everyone know that. And you being a dragon, you're taller than most people. Because of these factors, head pats are a common occurrence for Riddle when you're nearby.

You've found yourself quite good at calming Riddle when he starts to blow his lid. You've saved quite a few Heartslabyul students from getting collard (they thank you greatly for it).

You think he is extremely cute!

You don't tease him like you do your actual sibling, but that's just because you know how sensitive he is.

Riddle won't say it because he's too embarrassed, but he absolutely loves the affection he gets from you because he is an only child and has never been treated like this.

Hugs. Plenty of them. He melts all the time from your sibling affections.

Trey absolutely loves you because of what you do for Riddle.

Trey Clover

Now, we all know Trey is the oldest sibling, so he and you are actually very alike in personality and your mannerisms.

But, with how close you two are, you both have your moments of being the older sibling to the other.

You two kinda are like those twins that actually get along. Y'know, who have similar interests so you do a lot of things together.

You and him bake for the Heartslabyul parties and unbirthdays together all the time. Even for dorm dinners where you get invited by both him and Riddle as a 'thank you' for help cooking.

When you get to be the older sibling: There are times where Trey gets stressed and you happen to catch him. All it takes is a good 20 minute talk and he feels better than ever because he's actually really good at detecting his emotions and knowing what needs to be done to feel better. You are one of those things.

For a moment when you get to be the younger sibling: Sometimes, the whispers you hear and the looks you get from the boys at school get to you. They get you feeling down. And for some reason beyond your knowledge, Trey always manages to find you. He's prepared with your favorite treat and listening ears for you to vent about it all. When you start to feel better, you both decide to go do something to have a little fun.

Unbeknownst to you both (but you both kinda do know), some kids in Heartslabyul have started calling you two 'The Dorm Twins'. It's a strange title but they still use it for whenever the both of you are together. (Cater uses it the most out of anyone, sometimes you can find pictures of you and Trey baking on Cater's Magicam with captions like #TheDormTwinsAreAtItAgain).

Also, Trey is a sucker for the big hugs you give him with your wings. For some reason, he find the action a comfort.

Cater Diamond

Now, Cater has made it quite clear that his sisters annoy him and that he rather not be near them.(He does love them tho)

You on the other hand, your affection is no where near as over bearing and annoying to him as his sisters is.

You're aware of how his actual sisters get to him, so you made sure you didn't do the same thing.

You often find yourself indulging in his Magicam shenanigans. You know it makes him happy and his wide smile makes you feel warm inside.

He actually loves when you two are hanging out and you start styling his hair! It makes him feel loved.

Cater is very physically affectionate, so when you two are together, he's almost always touching you in some way. You both love it.

On particularly hot days when he's working with the rose bushes, he invites you over so your natural cold can help keep him cool. You don't mind much anymore these days.

You sometimes like to mess with him by using the light that reflects off your scales and make a glare on the screen of his phone that makes it so he can't see anything. It annoys him so much but you stop before he actually gets upset.

Ace Trappola

The relationship between you two is 'annoying little brother with responsible/teasing older sibling'.

While Ace has his teasing streak with people, he can never seem to get under your skin, but you definitely can get under his.

You get him out of trouble (especially with Riddle) all the time. He'll never thank you for it, but you can see the silent words in his eyes.

You tease him. All. The. Time.

You also know when to reprimand him. When he's doing something you know will get him in trouble, you wack him in the back of the head with your tail to stop him. He immediately knows to back down before you try again, harder next time.

Ruffling his hair makes him so embarrassed, do it and he's frozen for a good while. It's kinda your secret weapon against him.

Of course, as all siblings do, they have their moments of getting along. When you both decide to do something, there's no doubt that it's gonna happen. Once, you both decided to play a prank on Deuce, and it worked out beautifully!

In the end, Deuce was drenched in water, and freezing cold after you sprayed the softest mist of your ice breath on him. (No harm done in the long shot tho, he was just grumpy with you two. You made it up to him by baking a treat during you and Trey's recent bake session)

You also attend most of his basketball games and are his biggest supporter in the stands.

Deuce Spade

'Delinquent brother and responsible sibling' vibes all the way with you two.

You were the first person to know about his delinquent days, and you were sympathetic with him (which he appreciated)

In times where his delinquent side shows, you know exactly how to snap him back to reality.

You bring his balled fists together and rest both hands on top of his. The firm grab of your hands is enough to ground him and remind him of his goals for this year.

 He always comes to you when he feels he needs to speak or vent about something, and you're always there to listen.

He really appreciates how you indulge him in athletic hobbies.

He loves to be able to see you cheering him on when he's at a track meet/competition, cheering him on from the audience. It always makes him even more hyped up to compete!

He's another person you should head pat. He gets silently flustered and embarrassed every time. He's not that used to positive physical affection so he doesn't know how to react.

You can't help but giggle every time you see his state after a hug or head pat, this only makes the embarrassment worse for him.

Savannaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Now, Leona is a tricky one. While yes he is the younger sibling in his family, he's one of the older people at NRC so there's no real "being on older sibling" with him.

More, it's taking care of him when he neglects to do it himself.

Ruggie thanks you for taking some of his load from Leona off his back.

You easily hunt Leona down when it's time for his next class or when lunch time rolls around.

He reminds you of an oversized cat honestly (in an endearing way).

Sitting next to him when he naps is oddly comforting, and he doesn't seem to get too grumpy when he wakes up to find you watching him in his sleep.

You bring him food when he makes it clear to you that he's not getting up.

Sometimes, his insistence to not get up becomes so annoying that you straight up just pick him up by the waist and sling him over you shoulder while walking off to where ever he needs to be.

At this point, he's defenseless against your forced removal from his napping place.

The cold you produce is strange to him. He's so used to the hot of Savanaclaw and Afterglow Savannah that cold sets him into some kind of awestruck, shock state. (This makes moving him easier)

Once, when he was eating after you brought him lunch in the botanical garden, the sun caught on your scales and created a small circle of light on the ground in front of him. He didn't react, but you saw that for a solid 2 minutes, his eyes were glued to wherever the circle went.

He'll never tell you that he really likes the attention you give him.

You knew due to his OB that he had bad relationships with his family, especially with his brother, Farena.

You started paying more attention to him after that to try and give his some more stable relationships on his life.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie is someone who isn't used to being taken care of.

He has so many younger siblings that he takes care of that, that treatment being uno reversed on him by you is the strangest thing to him.

And it's exactly that reason that you do it.

His clueless reactions and lack of knowing what to do spark a sense of playfulness in you that you just need to give into.

You do have your moments of being helpful instead of playful though.

You help him with his chores around Savanaclaw whenever you can.

Although, Ruggie does get back at you for playing with him eventually. And he strikes back harder than what you start the war with.

Sometimes, a full out prank war breaks out between you two.

The other members of Savanaclaw find it to be the most amusing thing ever, but Leona doesn't.

But you two purposefully rope him in and he ends up being the victim to a lot of the pranks you throw at each other. It's your guys' revenge for him making Ruggie do so many chores.

Scratch behind his ears. He makes the cutest face of peaceful contempt, one you don't get to see that often.

He has definitely introduced you to his family and they were quick to except you into the family, even if you are a dragon.

His siblings LOVE you. (You also let them hide under your wings, hang on your tail and look at your horns. You got some extra brownie points from them for that.)

Jack Howl

From others pov, it's hard for them to see you being the older sibling type when next to Jack. The way he looks, big and with a grumpy look constantly on his face, makes others think he doesn't get close to anyone. Even you.

You on the other hand, have found your way into his heart.

Jack's still young, and while you aren't actually much older, you definitely act the part. He's more immature and brash while you're the one who gets him to stay out of trouble.

He's a bit of a muscle head, and sometimes his strength gets to his head. You're strong yourself, but not in a meathead manner.

For sweet moments between you both, here: You are an absolute sucker for his wolf form.

Seeing a giant wolf is adorable enough, but knowing that it's actually Jack, the boy you've come to care for like a brother, makes it 10x better.

Whether it's his wolf or beast man form, ear scratches are a common must have with you both. He melts at the feeling of them and seeing his happy face and wagging tail makes you feel so freaking giddy inside!

BEAR HUGS! HE'S THE KING OF THEM!

Sometimes when you and him are standing next to each other(for whatever reason), your wings instinctively wrap around him. He doesn't mind and people have stopped questioning it.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

You and him get along oddly well.

He's a tricky man, but that behavior never seems to be pointed or shot at you.

When y'all first met, he was actually very nervous around you and found you intimidating. That was until he and you actually started interacting with each other.

You helped him a great deal after his OB. Now that you knew the truth of his childhood, your instincts of an older sibling kicked in with him.

You always encourage him with his self image and self esteem. He's actually gotten better because of you.

Its gotten to the point where he trusts you to commonly see his octopus form.

You think he is just the most adorable thing when he's like this! You can see where Floyd gets the urge to poke Azul(but you don't for fear of making him question his looks again)

You actually like to hang out at Octavinelle with him. He knows all the ways to access the giant fish tanks, meaning you get the chance to play with the fish and other creatures swimming around in there.

When you're there, sometimes Azul will take you to a secret tank that only him and the Twins know of. The cold of the water in Octavinelle is a comfort to you and you like swimming in the water. You and Azul swim together until one of you has stuff that needs your attention.

You being a dragon is extremely fascinating to him. You're nothing like the mer-folk he's used to seeing in The Coral Sea. You often catch him staring at your wings or horns even if he tried to turn away before you can see him. You're eyes are too perceptive though.

The Twins love to tease him about finally making another friend besides them. They also have come to like you because of how much you help Azul and they see that you genuinely care for him.

Jade Leech

Jade can also be tough to be an 'older sibling' to. He is the more mature of the Leech Twins and supervises both Floyd and Azul in some manner.

You appreciate his calm nature. You spend so much of your time with the other first years that chaos has become part of your daily routine.

His calm demeanor is like a breath of fresh air.

Despite this, you know that there's a more malevolent side that he has yet to truly show. But honestly, you don't care because that fact hasn't caused you any harm, nor your friends.

He didn't act any different with you than anyone else at first, but you soon saw his normal behavior change towards you.

When it's just you and him, or you, him and Floyd, he drops his formal way of speech when comfortable. Sometimes even ranting about his sorta strange passions.

One day, you, him and Floyd were hanging out in their room and Jade went on a small rant about his terrarium. You leaned over to Floyd and asked if he often does it. Floyd answered with-

"Only when he feels comfortable. I mean, yeah he does talk about them with people, but not with so much passion. Usually only with me. Don't you feel special, Umitsubame-kun?"

Now Jade considers you to be a sibling, or at least close to one.

He's also very glad that you and Floyd get along just as much as you and he. He'd be upset if you didn't

Floyd Leech

He was real quick to give you a nickname, just as he does with everyone. The name was 'Umitsubame-kun.'

In turn, you gave him one for the hell of it. You ended up calling him 'kaishi-san'

The return of his nickname games at himself shocked Floyd, but he was quick to accept it and tease you about it as well.

You've grown used to his mood swings. You also have found ways to get him interested in something, even if only for a short while.

He actually likes how easily you can handle him.

He's come to realize that there's no real getting under your skin. When teasing doesn't work, he jokes how "your skin stays true to a dragon, hard scales that don't break even with stabbing." He then sulks if he really wanted the teasing to work.

He's tried squeezing you in the past, but your scales are hard and made it ineffective. Once they even cut him a little because he tried to hard. You then spent some time bandaging the cut and spending the day with him to make up for it. He quickly accepted the apology.

Jade trusts you to watch over Floyd if he's ever not around, and you gladly take on the challenge and have fun doing it.

He took you to that secret tank I mentioned earlier simply to show off his eel form and show you some tricks in the water.

He and Jade are a packaged deal. One is typically not with the other. Only when Jade has a duty he needs to attend to or when Floyd gets bored of something Jade's doing and leaves. His first destination is typically, you.

He's clingy with you, but you don't mind. He touches your horns and pokes at you wings all the time. He stays away from your tail though unless given permission. He has a tail too and doesn't like it being randomly touched out of no where.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim gives the biggest 'little brother' vibes of anyone at NRC.

Yes he's the oldest of his family, but his attitude, demeanor and behavior shows quite the opposite.

You take care of him all the time, and he welcomes it with open arms!

Kalim is extremely physically affectionate. And while he was a lot to handle at first, you were quick to adjust and welcome the affection.

When ever you too are together he's touching you some way. Eventually, he's clinging to your side as if he were glued there.

Hugs and cuddles are a must have, multiple times a day kinda thing for him. It makes him shine just a bit brighter than before (if that was even possible)

Jamil also gets some benefits from this. He doesn't have Kalim up his ass as much as he used to be. Now Jamil can get a little bit more work done with less stress.

You are always the first person Kalim goes to when Scarabia is hosting a party. He wants to make sure you know so that you come (if you want to, he won't force you).

When he hugs you, you instinctively wrap your wings around him. It creates a dark space around him and sends a chill down his back but he always laughs at it. It doesn't matter what it feels like to him, he's getting hugs and that's what he wanted.

He was never truly intimidated with your dragon features, maybe a little nervous but not scared or anything. You thank him for that a lot.

Your horns fascinate him. They're pointy, like icicles, and cold to the touch. He pokes them when you let him and despite the cold prick he feels every time, he still does because curiosity overcomes any pain. Sometimes, you have to stop him because he's been poking to long for your liking.

He loves flying on the Magic Carpet, but to him, nothing beats flying with you. He discovered this when once you offered to carry him through the air while flying. Your powerful wings kept both of you in the air and you went faster than the Magic Carpet typically does.

Jamil Viper

Jamil is so used to being the adult of Scarabia, that your treatment towards him was hard to get used to.

It got even stranger to him after his OB.

While you already did these things, they became more frequent. You helped with his chores whenever you stopped by the dorm, constantly checked up on him, took Kalim off his hands (which you were fine with) and helped cook some of the dorm dinners. (Your time with Trey helped you prepare for this moment!)

He's so used to doing things on his own and being alone in most endeavors.

He was reluctant in the beginning, but he came to love long, deep hugs from you. Your natural cold body was calming, a break from the hot of Scarabia. (The hot was terrible to you but you did what you could to regulate yourself)

He appreciates the quiet time you give him and how you don't push him to talk about what may be troubling him. You wait for him to be comfortable.

He actually really likes listening to you talk. He showed a lot of interest once when you talked about your Unique Magic. He wanted to see what it was like (This stems from his interest in ancient incantations). You warned him of what the effects were but he still offered for you to try it on him. (He tried to use Snake Whisper on you during his OB, but your eyes are meant for blinding snow. It didn't work on you. He still feels sorry.)

Never. Again. He grew up in The Land Of Scalding Sands. He only saw snow for the first time when he came to NRC. He was definitely not ready for being actually frozen.

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit

This is clearly long after chapter 1 and 2 that I wrote. You've gotten close with Vil and Rook now.

Vil doesn't like being doted on in a 'little brother' type manner. He's an only child who is constantly praised and loved by his millions of fans.

Because of this, you've decided to take a different path with him.

You began to tease him.

This was the biggest of surprises to him. Never before has someone tried to tease him. He's only ever received praise and respect from people. At first, he thought you just had far to much audacity.

It didn't take long for him to realize though, that you were being affectionate with him.

Your words were never harmful, hateful or condescending. They were their own strange, sweet encouragements hidden under the tone of teases.

"Oh come on Vil, why not do something different with how you look? I'm sure someone as talented as you could pull anything off."

One day he confronted you about it all. He expected a bit of a fight about it though. With zero hesitation, you admitted to messing around with him. But you also explained why you acted the way you did.

He then told you that he was fine with whatever affections you wanted to shower him in. Over time after realizing your true intentions, he came to enjoy the attention he got from you.

He really like gentle, firm squeezes on his shoulders or thighs because they're a feeling of grounding for him.

He's learned how to better mind his mental state after his OB and you've helped him with it.

You two being in the same dorm means you're easy to find, and same goes for the reciprocal.

He also likes to use you as a makeup dummy and a model for clothes meant to fix people with animalistic features

Rook Hunt

Rook is an interesting character.

Even as you two have gotten closer, he's still so freaking mysterious.

Your dynamic with him is more 'acceptance of the strange' (if that makes any sense).

Neither of you are an 'older' or 'younger' sibling with the other, you just kinda have a comfortable acceptance with everything about each other that has lead to a sibling-like bond.

He sneaks up on you. All. The. Time. And while you almost always hear him coming, (your hearing is even better than a beast-man) his fast movement always manages to spook you a bit from the shear speed.

He 'hunts' you like he does the other non-human students of NRC, but unlike others, you don't mind it a bit. In fact, you kinda find it fun. You can't hide from him but you can manage to escape.

He is always staring at you dragon features, but he's even managed to notice the less noticeable ones. He sees how in the sun, your eyes have a type of glaze over them, protecting them from the blinding light. Your pointed fae ears have small white points on them, a scale like spike. Sometimes your white scales have a blue tint to them in certain lighting.

He praises the beauty of all these things, always earning a small look of embarrassment from you as no one has ever noticed these things.

Once, he convinced you to go on a 'hunt' with him. You and him just spent a day watching Ruggie, Leona, Sebek and Floyd as they went about their day. But you heard as everyone of them whispered about having the feeling of eyes on them. You quietly giggled every time.

Epel Felmier

He hates it, but he is such a little brother.

He wants to be seen as big, strong and the protector.

But with you, he doesn't need to protect, you can do that on your own. You're bigger and stronger too.

You do all those things to him, but you know what he wants. Because of that, you let him.

You've let others mess with you a bit so that he has the chance to stick up for you. His accent thickens and he gets threatening.

You let him have his moments, but he's too cute for you not to baby him a bit.

Ever since the first day of school, wrapping your wings around him has become normal. And he's no longer nervous about it.

He comes to your room to vent to you about how Vil's been breathing down his neck all week and he is getting tired of it. You think it's amusing when he slips from normal speech into his natural, thick southern one.

He invites you to come with him when he's training for Magift. He uses you as a means to see how far he can push himself, using your inhuman capabilities as a test. How far and fast he can run, how flexible he is, his aim with the disc and some other things. Ruggie and Leona don't mind you helping him out.

When he needs time to unwind from the stress of Pomefiore, you know exactly what to do. You sneak him under Vil and Rook's radars and take him to a quiet place you've found in the forest behind the school. A peaceful grove of trees that creates a perfect atmosphere.

He also loves cuddles where he can be the big spoon (but he can be small spoon when he just needs the most hugging)

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

Idia was extremely hard to get anything like being close.

His anti-social behavior and social anxiety means that for a while, you didn't even know who he was.

You actually met him through Ortho. You were at Sam's shop while Ortho was buying some snacks for his brother to eat. You two got to talking and Ortho for some reason thought you'd be the perfect friend for Idia. So he invited you over and convinced you to talk to Idia.

It was extremely awkward at first, and rightfully so. Neither of you talked, that is, until you made a comment on one of the games you spotted on his computer.

He was shocked to know that you played it yourself. This new knowledge sparked some random burst of confidence to just talk on and on about the game.

What's your playing style? Who's your favorite? How much lore do you know? How often do you play?

You two only got closer because you started playing that game with him, speaking to him online where he's more comfortable.

Eventually, he started inviting you over more often to his dorm to play games and watch stuff.

Once he got comfortable with you, he grew used to have forms of physical affection. Your cold body was strange to him, but he found it a comfort from the usual hot temperatures of his room. Your tail was fun to watch swing and flop around when you weren't paying attention.

You were hesitant, but happy in the end to learn that his hair wasn't harmful to touch, just warm to feel.

When he, you and Ortho go out (the only times he leaves his dorm), you've learned to recognize his anxious tell-tales. When you see him start to freak out, you wrap and wing around him to block his few of people, which are the things making him anxious. It calms him down since all he can see is you and Ortho.

 Ortho Shroud

He. Is. So. Freaking. Adorable!

The 'little brother' behavior of this boy is through the fucking roof.

You met him at Sam's shop and you two hit it off right away.

He found you extremely fascinating because he's never met a fae like you. He's spotted Malleus a few times but that's it. And you're a dragon completely opposite of him.

You found him equally fascinating. Not everyday you meet a robot as intelligent and well functioning as Ortho. He seems just as human-like as anyone really.

Just like with Idia, you were hesitant around his fire features. You weren't scared after knowing they were just as harmless as his brother's hair.

He loves to give you hugs, and since he's a robot, the cold doesn't bother him.

He helps you with homework (idk, I just can see him doing this)

The thing that makes Ortho most happy is that you get along with his brother.

He takes you with him every time he goes to Sam's shop to buy something.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

You are his absolute favorite person in the world.

I mean, he does still love being with Lilia, Silver and Sebek, but you are a different story.

You being a dragon type fae makes him like you even more!

He's never met someone so like him, sure you're an ice dragon, but a dragon nonetheless. You have the same attributes he does.

He was actually really nervous to talk to you. He ended up asking Lilia talk to you first and invite you over to Diasomnia.

Lilia left you and Malleus to talk (keeping Sebek away) and you two surprisingly hit it off well.

As you got to know each other, you both were quick to learn what the other was like. And over time, you found him to be an adorable, socially awkward boy who really just wants a friend to talk to. And you were happy to fill that role.

Eventually, you came to treat him like you do your own little brother. You didn't baby him, but treated him as if he were younger (he's not but that didn't stop you, and he doesn't seem to mind.)

Trips to ice cream shops are common with you two. Your tails intertwine at times and your wings tend to brush together (when he has them out that is.)

Late night flight sessions as well. He flies over to Pomefiore and knocks on your window to get your attention. Vil found out that you were sneaking out once and got so upset about it because you were supposed to be sleeping. Them Malleus came up to you and Vil and explained to your dear dormleader that you two were just having fun. Vil didn't get onto you again after that.

He makes sure not to breath fire near you. Once he did to light a fireplace and you panicked, he hasn't done it without warning you first since.

Lilia Vanrouge

There is absolutely no way to be an 'older sibling' with this man.

He's an grown man who has raised a prince and a child of his own. Nothing but father vibes from him.

There are times though that he reminds you of a little kid due to his playful nature and short stature.

Sometimes you forget how old he actually is and just out of no where ruffle the hair on his head or rest your hand on his shoulder.

His first thought when meeting you was to introduce you to Malleus but eventually you and him got closer as well.

He gets ahead of himself sometimes and he randomly just messes with your wings or horns. After awhile of him doing this, you've just grown used to the sudden feeling of him suddenly touching you.

He tells you stories of when Malleus and Silver were babies and in turn you tell him stories of when your siblings were babies. (He begs you to introduce him to your brother and sister one day)

He treats you like another one of his kids honestly. He always invites you over to Diasomnia and cooks cookies. (Don't worry, they're simple pre made cookies that just need to be baked in the oven. He's not trying to kill you, he only does that with his actual kids.)

Silver

You take care of this sucker all the time. (Lilia thanks you for this)

Whenever he falls asleep in a less than conventional place, you're always there to scoop him and move him or watch him until he wakes up.

Silver attracts all sorts of woodland animals, meaning you get to play with them when he falls asleep.

Seeing someone with dragon features like Malleus is weird to him. He did grow up in the world of fae but the only ones he's met are those of the Draconia family. He didn't even think there were other dragon type fae.

You're a breath of fresh air for him. He's so used to being with Sebek, your more calm nature compared to the loud, verbose Sebek is nice and refreshing.

You like to set his head down in your lap when he falls asleep. But you make sure to place a cloth between you two so your cold body doesn't bother him.

He's invited you to training sessions many times. (Sebek complains but whatever) He like when you sit off to the side and cheer him on. You do sometimes like to spar against him. It's mostly just to mess with him though, you use your tail or wings to block all his attacks and he can't do anything against it, your scales are to tough to do any damage to. (Almost like ice ;) )

Sebek Zigvolt

(Through wiki searches I've discovered Sebek has two older siblings) Sebek is the youngest kid of three children! You can fit in as the perfect 3rd older sibling.

At first, he didn't show much like for you, but that's because he had only heard of you, not met you. Then you two met.

He gave you respect because you were a fae, not a human like he assumed you were through Lilia talking about you. (Of course he still held Malleus above you)

Actually, you being a dragon was very off putting for him. He felt extremely conflicted for some reason.

Even with how stubborn he was, you were determined to break through him. You mean, you've manged to get close with all the other boys, why not him too?

You did. You got to him. He grew affectionate towards you (but he'll never admit it).

Kinda giving 'reluctant and stubborn brother, but really like being taken care of' vibes.

Sebek prefers warm environments, so you being naturally freezing is strange. And you know that so you tend to refrain from touching him more than he's comfortable with but sometimes you can't help yourself. And surprisingly enough, he didn't seem to mind it too much.

(Floyd calls you 'Umitsubame-kun'. Umitsubame means Sea Swallow. It's a beautiful little sea creature. You should google it to see what it looks like. You call Floyd 'Kaishi-san'. I researched and Kaishi is a name that means 'Ocean Child', you thought it'd fit for him. Rook also called you a nickname in chapter 2. He called you Dragon de glace, which translates to Ice Dragon.)

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I keep coming back to read your post abt the universalization vs demonization of mourning in I/p, bc that’s really the part of this last year that’s been so horrifying to me. I have so many friends that couldn’t seem to decide if hamas was bad but still a lesser evil, fully heroic freedom fighters, or a loose barely existing name used in Israeli propaganda only - and that vague refusal to even talk about them was so clearly a tactic to keep them from ever thinking about the Oct 7 victims or hostages still in captivity. They’ve rallied against anyone acknowledging both sides suffering and straight up said no one from Israel was suffering. Only one person in the group seemed to realize that was factually incorrect, but they added on to the rant that government wasn’t acting in the hostages’ best interest and then just left it at that. If bibi doesn’t care, they don’t have to either apparently. That was both the first and last time I ever saw them mention the hostages

The first mention of the ceasefire any of them mentioned was doom-venting that Israel would use the days before it took effect to "kill as many Palestinians as possible", then another saying they’d probably break it by Monday. It almost comes off as wishful thinking to keep them in this outrage loop. then the first actually informational post they touched that explained the ceasefire terms didn’t mention any part of the hostage return. It had multiple bullet points for each phase of withdrawal and prisoner release, but not even a single mention of the hostages

it’s completely dehumanizing from every angle

yeah... there's just. a lot of dismissal of the harm hamas has caused, and the harm that has been done to israelis as part of the conflict alongside the harm to palestinians, and alongside both those things is dismissal of the hostages. or just pretending that they don't exist.

i try to think of people's actions in good faith, but there's definitely a difference between wanting to primarily talk about harms palestinians face and wanting to pretend or act like harms done to israelis do not exist or do not matter (at times because they claim that these harms serve or assist palestinians). there's also a difference between worrying about if the ceasefire will hold and claiming that israel cannot possibly ever be trusted and will always seek genocide.

it's frustrating to me because while, yes, there are many who dehumanize palestinians, the solution to this is not to dehumanize israelis. the solution also isn't to claim that israeli-held palestinian prisoners are also "hostages", to call palestinian victims "martyrs", or to glorify "resistance".

we're just really really tired. i think a lot of jews are at this point.

[socratesvisitsarcadia]

Questions and Answers

Avaluna sat in her office, now much more decorated, she had just had the visit of a few students and was reorganizing a few files when the brunette boy walked in with a defeated sigh. Avaluna quickly understood, apparently the mission of making sure the goblins didn’t eat Jim’s classmate wasn’t as successful as Blinky had reported, taken the boy seemed beaten up. He sat down on the couch near her table, throwing his head back.

Before she could ask, he spoke. “Did Blinky say anything…? About last night?”

The wizard tilted her head, putting down her files, she sat on a chair near him, true psychologist style. “He told me it was successful, that your friend was not the target and you escaped with your lives.” 

“Did he tell you how I didn’t… I didn’t kill the gnome?” 

Avaluna tilted her head, urging him to continue. The young one vented to her, about his incapability of taking a life, of the weight that decision had on him, about how it seemed unfair to the gnome. The counselor listened, understanding, and saddened. Then he told her of Blinky’s reaction to finding Chompsky in the dollhouse, as well as Suniva. The moon wizard frowned when hearing of her sister’s harshness. 

“... I don’t know… It’s all just so… Confusing…” He sighed once more, pressing his eyes with his palms. 

Avaluna watched with compassion, smiling softly. “Nothing magical is anything but confusing. It is a bit like what you humans call ‘chemistry’, sometimes the same things will have a plethora of different compatibilities which may cause the most confusing of results.” The boy looked at her, dubious, yet somewhat appeased. “Yes, you did not follow the second rule. But there have been others who changed rules in the past, Gorgul The Gentle for one, took six centuries before he ever used of the second rule, many times, his calm disposition disarmed his enemies. Kanjigar himself, most times was merciful with his foes.” She helped him to his feet, smiling softly. “You are the Trollhunter now, you arc with the consequences for your actions. That is not to say your consequences will be negative. Taking a life should not be something expected, if you do not have to, then I see not a reason why you should.” 

Jim take a deep breath, nodding to her with a smile. “Thank you, Miss Lunalima.” 

“Glad to help.” 

She opens the door to Jim, though his shocked expression. She turns around and finds the history teacher at the threshold, his stare towards the both of them was a mix of softness and apathy. Though when his eyes fell on the Trollhunter, it held the same confusion they now expressed.

“Ah! Young Atlas! I didn't think I'd find you here.” As he said so, Avaluna kept a professional stance. “We’ve not had time to introduce ourselves properly, Miss Lunalima. I am Mr. Strickler, social studies teacher. Though I was informally known as the ‘unpaid Counselor’ by my students.” 

He offered his hand for a handshake, Avaluna was always cautious of those, for a foul deal was always sneaking around her work. Though, as there was nothing implied, she shook it, feeling as be held a tad aggressively to her hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Strickler. Indeed we did not have much time! I was quite busy setting up my new office.” 

The teacher turned once more to his student, “Well run along, Young Atlas, lunch time is over. You should be going for coach's class now.” 

“Yeah! Right away!” The boy turned to the wizard, a smile on his lips. “Thank you! Miss Lunalima! Bye Mr. Strickler!”

“Bye Jim.”

“See you in class Young Atlas!” 

Both said their phrases at the same time. 

Then Strickler turned to her once more, still a sympathetically empty smile in his lips. “Would it be alright if I came in? It is a personal tradition of mine to always get to know my new colleagues as soon as possible!”

“Of course! That sounds like a great idea!” Pretending not to see through the façade, she let him in with another smile, closing the door and sitting at the chair while gesturing to the couch. 

Strickler took in the room as he sat, scanning through everything, from the books to the statues and crystals. “Why I see you've made yourself at home already!”

“Indeed, I had quite a few things to bring from Brazil.”

“Oh? You're Brazilian?” His tone was of genuine surprise. 

“Ah! Yes, well. My parents were Greek, but lived in Brazil for most of their adult years. I was raised there, in fact.” Lying about ones past life was easy, when you coated it with a heavy dose of truth. “What about you? Where's the Strickler family's origins?”

“Oh well, most of my family is Bulgarian. Yet myself was born I'm Britain, but after living in America So long, you loose A good chunk of the accent.” He smiled, catching a glimpse of a coffee maker near her desk. “Oh? You brought a coffee maker with you?”

She turned to look at it, understanding the cue she got up to make some. “Ah, yes. I learned the students are not allowed to drink the coffee from the teacher's lounge. Though, for some, I thought it nice to have some available.”

“You are indeed very thoughtful.” He nods, “Would you have espresso perhaps?” 

“Mhm.” She makes her latte, then an espresso, putting it in separate cups. “So? How is the rest of the faculty? I have not had proper time to meet them myself.”

“Well, Ms. Janet works hard as the math teacher and Theather coordinator, however her passion for one is clear over the other. Señor Uhl, the Spanish teacher, has a reputation of being quite brash and strict, but he has his students' best Interest at heart. Coach Lawrence is a bit… Aloof, but also competent in his work.” He lists, quite mechanically.

“Interesting. I cannot wait to meet them better myself.” She sits, sipping from the coffee, the sweetened taste soothing her senses. “You seem rather close to Jim, though ‘Young Atlas’ is quite an interesting choise of nickname don’t you think?”

Strickler turns to her, a bit of a calmly confused look in his eyes. “Well I admit, Jim has become quite a protectee under my tutelage. His mother is single, he is the only one in the house for most of the day. When I found out he was cooking for himself, his mother and best friend? I pitied him, I must say.” 

She nodded, taking in that information, if it was true or not she would question the boys. “Even then, that nickname doesn't sound appropriate.”

“Oh?” He now looks at her, almost a challenging stare. “And why's that?”

She puts the coffee aside, fixing her posture and reflecting his glance. “For one, Atlas held the sky on his shoulders, not the world. Secondly, besides reminding him that he has been supporting his own heaven on his shoulders, the nickname is nothing but quite the cruel joke.”

Through his shattered aura, Avaluna can feel shame and something else, even if it was too shattered to tell. “Perhaps you are right. Perhaps that nickname is not as kind as I intended. However, I do care a lot for Jim. He’s a kindhearted young man. And has difficult dealings as is.”

“Indeed. He’s not confided in me much, however I see in his files he only has his mother as his assigned guardian… I can only deduce of course, however, it doesn’t take much to do so.” Avaluna finished her latte, setting the cup aside, she smiled. “I can assure you, Mr. Strickler, that the boy is in good hands. Same with every other student in the school.” 

The man nodded, a gentle and kind smile on his face. The man got up, also having finished his coffee. “I hope your time in Arcadia Oak’s High is a happy one, our town is truly magical.” 

“Oh, I know. My brothers lived here and that is exactly how he sees it.” She smiled kindly, watching him go out the door. 

Walter stopped, however, noticing the charm on the door. “Ah, I forgot to mention! Nice charm you have.”

“Thank you, it’s supposed to protect against bad energies!” Her smile did not waver as she closed the door. 

Alone again, Avaluna sighed. Returning to her desk, she sat down, now able to think clearly about what she witnessed. 

The man called “Mr. Strickler” had… Something for an aura. It was like he had two creatures fighting, truly, it was as if he was made of two beings. She had never seen anything like that. All the other faculty members seemed normal, yet he wasn’t. She had never seen a soul like that, shattered. It was even harder to read. One part of the soul, it was recoiled, hiding behind the other, which for all she accounted for sounded like a normal human soul. The “normal” human soul meanwhile displayed quite a few emotions.

Fear.

Sadness.

Shame.

Care.

Anger.

Resentment…

Those were simply a few, only the ones she could clearly see at least. Yet there were some, some more complex ones, that hid so far from sight there was no way of knowing. 

There was something really wrong there. 

She needed to know more. 

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“Alright, this, Toby, will be perfect for you.” Suniva smiled, presenting the redhead with his new weapon. “A warpick.”

The redhead’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped, fawning over his weapon. It was a heavy pick, it had several carvings in it of a serpentine beast which was cut in half by a orange jewel. The handle was smooth metal as well, much like the blade, it was covered in leather for better grip. It’s copper-coloured metal shining through. He held it, getting a feel for the material and weight. 

“Awesome sauseeeeee!!” He cheered, swinging it around and feeling it’s weight.

“It’s right up your alley, heavy enough to cause damage, but light enough that you can hold it with ease. When you learn to use it, which Blinky will be glad to teach you…” They turn to Blinky, who’s continuing to train Jim for the next battle. “Once he’s done with Jim.” 

The redhead frowns as he watches, turning to the sun wizard. “Look… I… Thanks a lot for training Jim and all… But…” His worry was clear in his face. “You’re… You’re sure, like ABSOLUTELY SURE that… That he will make it out of the rematch alive?”

Suniva turned to Toby, blinking a bit in confusion as she did so. She had told them what it meant to challenge a troll’s honor, of course, it was a valuable piece of information to keep from them. The solar sister turns from the boy to the Trollhunter, watching as he skillfully weilded his weapon under Blinky’s teachings to guide the strikes. He was getting better, honing his abilities, learning to control fear. But there was still a lot to get better, and if she was honest, just by watching him, she didn’t know the answer. 

Not when she knew Draal was out for blood like he was.

Returning her gaze to Toby, the sun wizard smiled, though her brow was furrowed. “Right now, friend? It’s too early to tell. But… I am quite certain, by the time danger comes, he’ll be ready.” 

The answer was clearly not what he was looking for, but for the time being, he seemed calmed. The sound of crashing came from the center of the arena, the duo looked only to find Jim had destroyed the dummy he practiced against, impailing it’s “face” with Daylight. Both cheered, and upon witnessing the boy’s tiredness, Suniva called him to rest while Toby took up training with his new war pick. Jim pondered on the choice of weapon, questioning Suniva.

“Like- Are you sure a sword wouldn’t be better?”

“Jim, my boy, if it was my will? You’d not even have a sword t’ begin with!” She admitted as both leaned back to watch Toby train. “Having an amplitude of weaponry range makes it a lot easier to overcome your opponents. They’ll come ready for you and your sword, but they won’t be expecting your squire to hold a pickaxe!”

Although more clumsy than Jim and a lot less prepared, Toby swung the pickaxe with fortitude, striking the new dummy in the arm. There was some reluctance, when mentioned not all his targets would be… Well, inanimate objects, but Blinky’s encouragement seemed to work well as comfort. The boy quickly threw his pick for another swing, embeding the sharp point into the arm of the dummy. 

“He seems to be doing well on training.” The voice of Avaluna startled Jim, who screamed, jumping away and startled Blinky and Toby. Her sister standing as she was unphased. “I am sorry, Trollhunter. I did not mean to frighten you.”

“How- When-?!” He questioned pointing at the moon wizard then in the direction of the Forge’s entrance not too far.

“Oh, I only just got here. Owl wings are quite silent when flying!” She announced, finally retracting them. “May I steal my sister a moment?” 

Suniva frowned, walking alongside her sister to a more quiet place in the forges stands, where they continued to watch the training session from above. 

“Jim has told me what you said about the ‘gnome situation’.” Avaluna began, not looking at her younger sister. “You were quite harsh.”

“He spared a gnome. If he’s willing to do that! What will he do when he’s faced with a bigger threat?” She sighed. “Blinky would’ve told you. He can’t just… Not finish a fight! It’s troll rules! Trollhunting etiquete! As Kanjigar would say.” 

“Yes, but those rules were made in times when fighting was of the essential. When WAR reeked into homes and DEATH rained from every cardinal direction.” Avaluna put a hand on Suniva’s shoulder, her bright eyes turning to the eldest. “Those rules were made for trolls. Trolls that were hardened by the life they lived and even more by the places they were raised. Who knows how history would have turned if there had been more mercy?”

“Well, ‘mercy’ has never done any good by me.” She sighed, watching as Jim rejoined the circle, now fighting against Toby on a legitimate spar. “Mercy could be the end of him…”

“Or, it could lead a better path.” Avaluna watched as well.

For Suniva, it was two warriors fighting, as it had always been. 

For Avaluna, she saw two boys, who had been dragged into a magical world with no better knowledge and that marked a new age of Trollhunting.

“Never in the amulet’s life, has there been a human trollhunter. Perhaps, my sister, this symbolizes that there are changes to our world. A world where there is more humanity in battles.” She gestured to the battle, of the two humans that now spared in the arena. 

Jim managed to disarm Toby, who was laughing as his best friend helped him up. 

“Heh… I remember when we began sparring.” Avaluna mused. “You always won.”

“Well, yes, but you also beat me at every spell! I took ages to get to your level.” Suniva chuckled, but then her features saddened again, thoughtful before she spoke. “I’ll ease up on them. And do a few card pulls.” 

“I think that would be lovely, sister.” 

They returned to gazing at the arena, where now both humans were being given a lecture about Troll history, all while the two continued sparing. It was then they caught a glimpse of Toby managing to push Jim’s sword from his hand, with both celebrating as he did. Suniva herself cheered from the stands, together with Avaluna who clapped politely from where she stood.

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As they all exited the Forge, there was a distant call by a known crystal back. 

“Suniva!! Hey!! Suni!!” Draal seemed cheerful, completely ignoring the group and instead focusing on the sun-wizard. Who barely seemed to register him there. “Me and the others are coming to the pub! We’re playing Glug-gnome! Come join!”

The Trollhunter and his friend continued on his way with Blinky and Aaarrrgh in tol, only Avaluna remaining to watch the scene, more for the safety of Draal than anything else. Suniva watched as the rest of the group left her vision, before turning a glare at Draal, her lips twisted in a spiteful snare before she flew away, returning to the forge and shutting the door behind her. The crystal back watching in disappointed astonishment, huffing through it.

“You have not apologized,” Avaluna commented. “You know she will not falter on her promise.”

“She insulted my father! And I am supposed to apologize?!” He growled, anger just as fierce as Suniva’s.

Avaluna sighed, approaching and looking the troll in the eyes, “You have also called her a witch. You are not a fool to what that symbolises. I do not agree to what she has said either, however you know far too well your behaviour thus far is also reprimendable and furthermore childish!” 

Draal avoided her stare, he might not have his father, truth be told he lost him far before his death, yet he had too much respect for Avaluna. Her scolds felt cold as ice, and burned like a flame. 

Still, he knew to stand his ground. “When I prove her wrong. I’ll be the one wanting an apology.”

The moon-wizard shook her head, if they looked any more alike, she could swear Draal and Suniva had the same stubbornness. “Mayhaps you will see yourself with less one ally.” 

Walking past him, the wizard goes on, flying to the library. She had research to do.

[chesters-ocs]

Win Him Over [Tracking Down]

idk what to say here. just read it smh

wc: 947

"It's still pointing south-east? What?" Ashok mumbles, taking in the sight of his compass tattoo, which for the past week has not budged at all. Staying eerily still as the needle points, as if beckoning him to follow it's lead. But he can't. Not now.

Unless...

"Hey, Vik?" he calls out to his friend, who hums in response, glancing up at him from his tidying up of the office he calls his own. "Is Sylvester in today?"

"No, he's on leave. We have a replacement guy though," he sneers, not liking how the substitute lounges in his boyfriend's office like he owned the damn place.

"Leave? What for?"

"Confidential information. But you do have his number. Did you break something?" he asks, eyeing his friend.

"Uh, no, it's not that. Just..." he trails off, staring at his soulmate mark, before bringing up his hand to show the other man the tattoo, "Compass is being weird."

"Oh. Butcher left the country. Maybe that's why," Stone mentions casually, as if talking about the weather, even though this is earth-shattering news to his friend.

"Huh?! He left?!" He shoots upright from the couch, staring at Vikram owlishly.

"Yes. On the day Sylvester and I had our date," he states.

"You- what?! Why didn't I know that?" Ashok exclaims, exasperated and baffled.

"You didn't ask," the medical professional deadpans.

"Of course I didn't ask you-" he cuts himself off, taking a breath to calm himself. "So... He's out of the country. Where?"

"I didn't ask," the taller of the two shrugs.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Ashok groans, frustration brewing within him, "Why not?"

"Why should have I?"

"You're insufferable and I hate you," he grumbles, sinking into the cushions of the couch located in the infirmary.

Rolling his eyes, the taller man simply vent back to organizing the folders of various patient's he's had during the week, putting them away.

Once all the files and documents were in their rightful places, Vikram took a glance at the clock on the wall. In a rare occasion where he isn't working overtime, he donned his jacket and pocketed the keys and his wallet. The sudden actions seemed to even surprise Ashok, who was half expecting to find him passed out here hours later.

"Where are you off to?"

"Sylvester's."

"Is everything alright?" Ashok can't help but ask, as he gets up and follows after him.

"... I'll tell you in the car," he mutters, eyeing the halls for people, before striding down in long, heavy steps.

Once both men were situated, Vikram explained simply: "You're not the only one affected by Butcher leaving so suddenly, y'know."

"Awh, does he miss him?"

"No. His son does though. I don't know much, but the boy has been spiraling or something and Sylvester needs to keep an eye on him. So I offered to at least help with getting groceries for him."

"That's... really sweet of you, actually."

"You say that like you're surprised, Ash. He's my boyfriend."

The man in the passenger seat splutters again, choking on air: "What?!"

"You heard me. Do you want to come with or should I drop you off at home?"

"Of course I'll come with, who do you think I am?"

And so, after a quick stop at various stores and two grocery bags full of goods for the little family, as well as a health dose of sugary snacks for the kids, the two are ascending the stairs.

"I can't believe he gave you his spare keys already," Ashok mutters in awe, watching him unlock the door.

"Keep talking and I'll lock you out," Vikram jokes, despite the monotone way he said it in, drawing a snort from the shorter man.

"You love me too much to betray me in such a way, Vik."

Rolling his eyes, he unlocks the door and the two step in.

"Hello?" Vikram calls out, slipping off his shoes and dropping the bags on the kitchen island.

"Over here," Sylvester calls out, turning the corner, the root of the problem, Sammy, trailing right behind him.

The second the boy sees the largest man, he tenses up and lets out a deep, guttural growl, and Ashok swears he sees his tail double in size from the hairs standing upright.

"Hej, viss ir labi," Sylvester tries to soothe the boy, rubbing his head and hair, blocking his view from the two other people in the hall. In return, the boy just whines deeply, clinging to his father.

"Mārīt," he calls out quickly, drawing an 'ah?' from the girl's room as she opens the door, "Paņem savu brāli uz vienu brīdi?" he requests.

Thankfully, the boy lets himself be hoisted up by his sister and taken into the pink princess paradise that is her bedroom, but not before she waves at the two man with a large smile.

The door closes, and he sighs.

Ashok and Vikram glance at each other in surprise over the reaction.

"Yeah, that's about what I expected. I'm so, so sorry about him," Sylvester speaks, exhaustion seeping into his voice. "He didn't take well to Butcher leaving. I think he thinks you're supposed to be a replacement for him? Anyways, how much do I owe you two?" he asks, glancing at the bags in the kitchen.

"Whoa, slow down, it's alright. You don't need to repay anything, my star."

"Actually, do you need help with anything else?" Ashok asks.

"No, no, I think I got it handled. Just... A lot going on. And now with Sam being like that? Ugh."

"I'll win him over," Vikram decided.

"Maybe get Samuel to love me more than him," he thinks, smiling at the idea.

---

and now for some translations:

Hej, viss ir labi - Hey, everything's okay

Paņem savu brāli uz vienu brīdi? - [Could you] Take your brother [with you] for a moment?

[vaguely-human-man]

Being queer and at least somewhat politically active/aware in the south rn is so surreal. Like. Wake up, check the group chat to discover the newest horrific ordinance our local gov is trying to implement. Arrange plans for people to go speak against it. Listen to your friend vent about almost getting arrested for trying to verbally defend themselves against a council person who openly misgendered and belittled them. Read the newest notes about safety and security. Go to a weekly meeting and play card games and drink coffee and register everyone to vote.

Remind each other over and over. Do not engage. Do not get angry. Just keep smiling. Be polite, do not debate. Just say what you have to say. Show who you are to the best of your ability. Try to show these people that we're human too. Do not show fear, aggression, or anything resembling what you actually feel right now. It will get us nowhere.

Focus on the arguments they'll actually listen to. Focus on the money. The time. The feasibility. They've already decided we aren't human so ask a different question. Who's gonna check everyone's ID before they use the bathroom? Are you really gonna make every business with only one bathroom build a second one to comply with the ridiculously specific language written here? Is this decision based on any actual statistics about trans people being predators? Do you expect citizens to police their fellow people? What is this really about?

Lose anyway. Console each other with snacks and show-and-tell while discussing how to turn this failure into momentum. Start talking about it to everyone you know. The first article hits in less than 24 hours. Queer orgs in other parts of the state are offering support and lawyers.

You're all different ages ranging from early 20s to late 40s. You all have day jobs, volunteer work, and families. You are some of the most politically informed people alive whether you want to be or not. None of you want to be doing this. You want game nights without an undercurrent of tension, you want festivals and parades without always keeping your ears tuned for gunfire. But instead you spend meeting nights strategizing, organizing, working to weave support networks at every opportunity. Do you need a ride to vote? Did everyone check their registration? Who's bringing food, who's covering the vegan and dairy-free option? Is everyone up to date on their Covid vax? Who's going to the action two towns over, who needs coaching on how to go about it? Who needs a ride? Here's the latest laws we should be aware of. Here's a meme about how angry we all are.

And the council person says 'I love you. I respect you. But I don't want you in the bathroom with my grandkids."

And the group chat says 'Dont go to this business, they called me a slur'

And your mother says 'youre overreacting'

And your world gets narrower. Your friends get more tired. More and more resource packets get compiled. Where to get healthcare- trans or general. Where to get help for college, employment, housing. Where to get therapy. Where to get a haircut.

Time marches on. The walls feel like they're closing in. You hold them back together with all your might.

You scream. Together. Often, intentionally. Take genuine time to yell out your frustrations before going back to work.

You fall in love over and over with the people around you. Listen to their hopes and their dreams, watch the way their fire ignites when we make genuine steps forward. Watch how it dims when we go backward.

Keep going. Wake up. Eat anything you can manage to swallow. Reach a hand out to your siblings. Hold them close. Take a walk in the fresh air to try and feel better. Keep going. Keep going. Keep fighting. Take a deep breath, hold on to hope with both hands like it's the only thing that can save you because it is. Keep going.

And it's just that. Over and over again, with no clear end in sight. But dammit. You and your bunch of misfits are gonna bring about that end with your bare hands if it kills you.

[avrmee]

B L O G ୨ৎ I N F O R M A T I O N

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: About me :

⚰︎ you can call me Ally

⚰︎ 19 Feb, 2004

⚰︎ alt

⚰︎I have 2 cats (Fiona and Shrek)

⚰︎ I'm in Uni

⚰︎ I'm Bisexual

⚰︎my pronouns are she/her, but you can call me whatever you're more comfortable with <3

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: About blog :

This is a safe space for all your sweet, nasty, and heartbreaking thoughts. If you want to vent, you can do that. Wanna ask for advice? Ask away, I'll try my best. You just wanna talk or ask questions, go right ahead, dove.

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Who I write for mainly ୨ৎ

⚰︎ Billie Eilish ❤︎

⚰︎ James Hetfield ❤︎

⚰︎ Mick Thomson

⚰︎ Blarg ❤︎

⚰︎ Snipingsoup

⚰︎ Smii7y

⚰︎ Simon "Ghost" Riley

⚰︎ Capt. John Price

‽ these are just the people I write for mainly. The hearts are for who I write for the most. I write for more people like the goons, metallica, nirvana, COD etc. Feel free to ask, even if they're not on here‽

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What I won't write ୨ৎ

⚰︎ illegal age gaps 『for example:: 16 and 45』 or any weird age gaps. If there are big age gaps involved, it must be 21 and up at least

⚰︎ kinks and fetishes that make me uncomfortable. If there is a kink that you want me to write about but you're not sure about it, ask me, I won't ever judge <3

⚰︎ Scat or piss kinks

⚰︎ very graphic rape or abuse scenes. Or the reader or person you requested, acting out those actions on someone. Just no. I will write scenes that talk about it now and then, but there will definitely be a trigger warning

⚰︎ underaged smut or smut about minors. 『For example:: 14 and 15』

⚰︎ non consensual smut. Absolutely not, no

⚰︎ stalking. I know some people have a kink like that, but I personally have dealt with someone stalking me, so it just makes me really uncomfortable :(

^ That's all that I can think of at the moment ^

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⚰︎I will absolutely write fluff. I think everyone needs some wholesome and tooth rotting fluff in their life. It's my specialty.

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[jordan-the-pious]

Hello again! I have an update about my sister.

I think trying to hold a sincere conversation uh... Frightened her somehow? She didn't take to it well. She always did get nervous about uh. Real feelings...

Extremely recently, she filmed an indecent video showing off her undergarments and posted it online, specifically asking that it be spread around so she could get lots of attention. Then when she inevitably got disgusting messages from a dangerous seeming person, I had to hide said undergarments so she wouldn't sell them to this person!

Also recently I saw her sending a different dangerous seeming person a weird message revealing her real name and address, calling them a "walking red flag" and herself something like a "helpless deer with red-green colour blindness"????

Sydney is usually able to mellow her out without doing much, which is reassuring, but in no possible universe could I even consider just... Walking up to them and saying "Hello Sydney! Lovely weather we are having! Please babysit my younger twin sister for me. She is very self destructive and I am worthless! Thank you!" For uh... Many reasons! At least she's peaceful and harmless and not being harmed when she's asleep haha...

Oh gosh, I went completely off the rails here... I'm so sorry. I only meant to give you an update like you asked, but I think I got a little worked up...

~ @poorsadorphanposting

Hello there young Edin! Thank you very much for the update, I was rather worried about both of you.

I am sorry to hear that things did not work out well between you and your sister Esmee. I had hoped my advice would have served you well, and I am sad to hear that it seems to have made things worse. Please know that was never my intention.

In terms of Esmee's behaviour, this is all very concerning, I am tempted to say that she may be possessed by something malevolent, but I am worried that making an incorrect call in that area may cause more harm than good.

You mentioned that young Sydney seemed to have a positive effect on her, yes? But that you feel bad asking them to watch over her, which is understandable. You do not want to appear incapable of caring for someone who you care for and who should be relying on you. Perhaps I shall assign young Sydney to take watch over her, and inform me if more direct action is needed.

That way you would not lose face with anyone, and Esmee can maybe achieve the help she needs.

I do worry about you in all of this, young Edin. It cannot be easy seeing one so dear to you change and struggle like this. Know that if you ever need me, even if just to vent your frustrations, I am always here for you. And I know that this decision may be a long ways off, but if you ever become more comfortable with your relationship with your sister, know that there is always room for the both of you here. We would love to have you be a member of the church.

[dearest-painter]

Hey there! I don't know if you remember me, but I was the anon who sent you a thing a few months ago to warn you and others about the more abhorrent actions of the artist Namy Gaga (https://www.tumblr.com/dearest-painter/747620174237138944/so-sorry-to-bother-you-but-i-saw-someone-in-a?source=share).

In light of recent events, I felt like doing a follow-up was one of the best things to do since:

I discovered some new information that I wasn't aware of at the time.

Certain events have happened which completely caught me off guard.

Content warning for discussions of victim-blaming, harassment, inappropriate/illegal NSFW artwork, and toxic behaviour (including but not limited to queerphobia).

I discovered a Tumblr account Namy or a fan made in July last year (coincidentally around the time of the victim's lawsuit). I initially theorised it was created to mock any critics Namy had on that platform. As of me writing this, the blog has changed. BUT it has the same username as before (which you can easily find while searching "Namy Gaga" or "Namy G" on here), CONFIRMING THAT SHE DID IN FACT MAKE THAT ACCOUNT TO INITIALLY HARASS PEOPLE.

Originally, I talked about a comic she made in 2018 where she was gatekeeping LGBTQ+ experiences. As of me writing this, she still has not taken it off her Deviantart (I have the link to prove this - please avoid the comments for your mental health as a lot of them are either argumentative, gross or blatantly transphobic: https://www.deviantart.com/namyg/art/LGBT-Correct-answer-Meme-757868018). I did see someone speculate that Namy may have had internalised queerphobia at the time (due to how some people with internalised queerphobia tend to police other people's queerness), but I am also aware that someone who is LGBTQ+ can police other people's queerness and NOT have internalised queerphobia (perhaps there are other reasons OR they're just a you-know-what). That's just my opinion tho and I'm open to hear yours (if you want ofc).

As of me writing this, she has opened up about being genderfluid and still identifies as sapphic/queer (not specifically lesbian tho). While a part of me wants to believe that Namy has grown from her past queerphobic actions and opinions, I am of the firm belief that just because someone is LGBTQ+ (regardless of their experiences or the terms they use) doesn’t excuse/dismiss bad behaviour. - from a bisexual person with multiple LGBTQ+ friends

Remember when I talked about a Google Drive that Namy made to paint one of her victims as a liar - using actual screenshot evidence (of text conversations, etc.) that could definitely look incriminating in a court of law (if the victim's initial lawsuit were to progress any further, which I haven't found any updates about as of me writing this). TURNS OUT THERE WAS A CRUCIAL DETAIL I DIDN'T MENTION WITHIN THAT GOOGLE DRIVE. Specifically, a recorded call (video format) between Namy and one of the voice actors for her FNAF AU project, which she put up in March 2024. While I cannot understand Spanish and there were not English subtitles, what I could understand was that Namy was trying to confront the voice actor about the victim "cheating on her with them” when the victim was most likely trying to confide in the voice actor and tell them what Namy was doing to her.

Speaking of which, as of July this year, Namy has privated the Google Drive that she released in December 2023 (probably to cover her backside legally, bc of backlash from her critics, reasons which I've detailed below, or all three).

Within the same month, Namy posted a vent drawing (her current self punching her "old self") both on her Devianart and Facebook: https://www.deviantart.com/namyg/art/Namy-G-vs-Namy-Gaga-1079871130. Attached was a paragraph explaining that, upon going to see a therapist, she realised that her actions from 2023 and before (some of which I detailed previously - including the inappropriate/illegal NSFW) were unacceptable and that she has since apologised for those behaviours. IF THIS IS TO BE BELIEVED, I HAVE THIS MESSAGE FOR NAMY ON THE OFF-CHANCE SHE READS THIS: I understand that you want to unlearn toxic behaviours, to unlearn transphobic and other queerphobic mindsets, and to unlearn the idea that promoting inappropriate/illegal NSFW on public platforms is normal (since I’m of the belief you may have been desensitised/pressured into thinking it was normal). And I admire/respect that desire to change. But it WILL take a really long time and a lot of effort for people to forgive you, especially the people you hurt (if they're inclined to forgive you at all). I’m not accusing you of being Satan or anything like that, but no amount of learning from the incidents regarding the queerphobia, the narcissism and the NSFW artwork is going to change this fact: YOU STILL BROKE THE LAW IN YOUR OWN COUNTRY TWICE, NO MATTER HOW YOU TRY TO PAINT IT. Even IF it is true your first victim forgave you, you will NOT be immune to the law and someone will eventually report you. And about one of your newest posts on your Tumblr: WHY ARE YOU ACTING SURPRISED WHEN YOUR SECOND VICTIM STILL TELLS HER AUDIENCE THAT YOU HURT HER?! IF her lawsuit does progress and you end up being convicted in court (with the evidence YOU used to paint her as the “bad guy”), don’t be surprised if you get jail time. 

I apologise for my strong wording in that last point, but I felt it was important to address.

Hope you have a good day/evening and thank you for reading this lengthy update. If you have any thoughts on this, I’m open to hearing them as well.

(To the anyone else reading this, PLEASE DO NOT HARASS/CONTACT NAMY’S FAMILY OR HER CURRENT PARTNER AS THEY (TO MY KNOWLEDGE) HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH ALL OF THIS.)

Thank you for informing me and I do not have any thoughts other than I appreciate you making it known and at least making light to it. Also as Anon said, do not harass or contact Namy’s family or her partner as there is no proof any of them have done any of it or participated

[beantothemax]

Oh my GOD 3000 words, consulting @meme-boys-blog for Dagda dialouge, throwing out half of my outline, wrestling with Tumblrs formatting of the Chat font (Did you know that if you put a colon in there it will make all the shit before the colon bold? now you know!) and a billion rewrites later, its DONE. Major fucking spoilers with SMT Apocalypse, mostly when the Canon Diverges. Honestly this is a MONSTER of a fic, and I put waaaay too much work into it. but you know what, i had to vent my emotions about The Thing that just happened somehow. So here. have this i guess :p ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tokyo was in chaos. Well, more than usual. With the hero of the people being abducted by the Divine Powers, and the various sleepers of their faction activating across the city, nobody was truly sitting still. Well, except for one. Nanashi was sleeping again, decidedly more disheveled than last time. He didn't even bother to tuck himself in, just throwing the blanket aside and landing on clean sheets. The child was one of the few to witness the power of the group firsthand. Understandably, he traveled back home in a bit of a haze. Not exactly conscious of his actions, but going through the motions regardless. He left there traumatized, and so did his friend Asahi. When they both went back home, the pair gave hollow goodbyes, and retired to their rooms.

It was here where someone lay troubled in their own mind. Kurokami meditated in Nanashi’s shadow, leaving all her thoughts to the wayside as she mulled over the implications of all the cosmic nonsense that could have occurred. She had experienced the past few iterations going through the motions. There was a structure to all of this. A pattern of events, and when the pattern broke, things would be different. This child’s presence must have been a divergence. After all, it was he that broke the seal upon Krishna, and released the Divine Powers from their dormancy.

A noise.

A familiar one, but not unexpected, Kurokami thought. And this was one that she actually wanted to do something about. She rose out of the boy’s shadow, being careful not to touch him.

Navarre was scared of her, it seemed. It wasn’t surprising, given her domain, general demeanor, and appearance. But his jabbering was easily tuned out as she looked over Nanashi.

She moved over to the child’s bedside to scrutinize his condition. His limbs were twitching wildly and his face was knit into a fearful expression. Two telltale signs of a nightmare. He would surely wake screaming. And he truly did not deserve his own mind betraying him at a time like this.

She hovered a hand over his chest.

Direct Interfacing is what she called it. If she could describe it succinctly, it would be like a sort of command prompt. The soul was the computer, and she the input. It was one of, if not, the best way to gather information without using an outside source. Sending commands and asking for data on the soul was easy, but that is not her purpose this time. She was going to do something far more tame.

Well, before someone else barged into the metaphysical conversation. The unknown person was interfacing with her, but on a far less intrusive scale. Communication was performed by pushing thoughts and feelings toward each other, almost like a primitive messaging system. Far less sophisticated than just talking, but it can work if one knows how to interpret the signs.

[Anger. Query; Purpose?]

She recognized that blazing bright green. Dagda. He must have wanted to know what she was doing, just like last time. Well if he wanted to question her, he can come out here and ask.

[Denied, Request; Exit] [Negative. Anger, Query; Purpose?] [Firm; Denied. URGENT; Request; Exit.] [Resignation, Aggravation]

Dagda appeared in a flash of light next to her, looking quite annoyed. Navarre squeaked at the High King’s sudden appearance. He hid under the bed, as if he could sense the tension in the air. It was probably best this way, Kurokami thought, he would get caught in the crossfire of a no doubt heated discussion.

“Don’t see why I could have stayed in. Seems like you’re perfectly capable of talking there.” Dagda grumbled.

Kurokami crossed one pair of arms, “Just because we can does not mean it is easy. We would rather meet like this,” Her voice this time was of a stern woman, one with silver hair and good judgment. “Now, what did you wish to ask of us?”

Dagda scowled, “As I said before, what do you think you’re doing with the boy? You swore not to take him. And I assume you know what that means.”

“We know full well what we are doing. We are fixing the issue your ward is experiencing at the moment. Which is, at the present, partly your fault.”

“My fault you say? How was the kid sleeping my fault? The brat said he wanted to sleep, and I let him.”

A hand pinched her forehead. “We do not mean the sleep. We meant the nightmare.”

Dagda scoffed and shook his head, “Right. So the kid having a nightmare is my fault.”

“We did not say your fault entirely. You merely played a role in it. Flynn’s abduction seemed to be the breaking point, and your intervention in immobilizing the boy only made it worse.”

Dagda let out a dry laugh, “Keep telling yourself that. He’ll get over it eventually.”

Kurokami’s eye twitched in irritation. “Surely he will. But that will come in time. We wish to do something now.”

He smirked. “And you couldn’t do anything before? Don’t you have that nice little slave to-”

“Yes. Yes we do. But you set a dangerous precedent. And with that many Demons around, we did not wish to take our chances.” She cut in.

They could talk in circles all they wanted, but time was running short. Nanashi would most likely wake shortly. And she needed to get a concrete answer now. Kurokami leveled her gaze with the High King.

“So, will you grant us the small mercy of being able to tamper with your Godslayer’s dream? We only wish to remove the problem, and nothing more.”

Dagda held a thoughtful expression for a few moments, then said, “Fine. But you’re going to let me supervise. And If I tell you to stop, you stop. Got it?”

She nodded, “Crystal. Pleasure doing business with you, High King.”

“Don’t wear it out now…” He grumbled.

Dagda wasn’t the first Demon she knew to disregard the finer aspects of humanity, (She was good friends with Lucifer after all,) but if the Divine Powers claimed to wish to provide them salvation while having the same thoughts as Dagda? She shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to think about such things. She went back to work. Interfacing with the child and laying out the framework for the dream. Dagda’s presence was a heavy thing as she wove, tinting the threads with his color of green. Dreams built from memories were always her strong suit, and it was a good thing she had plenty of them. What would she use though…?

As she finished the structure and began deliberating, she was joined by the pudgy ghost, insisting on interrupting her. If a hand just so happened to pass through him while he was muttering, she knew that the little thing wouldn’t argue with the unearthly chill that came over him.

How about… a city that laid in much the same predicament as the Tokyo of now? Of course, the circumstances for their darkness were different, but if she had shown the sky to the child, he surely would have thought of Shesha ripping a hole into the Firmament. Besides, anyone would be able to appreciate the wonder of a rain without clouds.

She sang the refrain of a beloved tune while she placed the songstress. A lovely little melody about power, and how little She had.

А моря до краёв наполнялись по каплям, И срослись по песчинкам камни, Вечность - это, наверно, так долго. Мне бы только мой крошечный вклад внести, За короткую жизнь сплести Хотя бы ниточку шёлка.

She hummed a little more, letting the dream settle amongst the chaos. It was not as good as her last one, but then again, she doubted many could top it. There was some difficulty getting the already wound-up soul to accommodate to the new surroundings, but she helped to smooth the feelings over. She sent a quick message to Dagda when she could finally finish:

[Notice; Finished. Query; Satisfied?] [Bitter, Affirmative.]

Good. She withdrew from the interface and looked at Nanashi’s face. The pinched brow and whimpers were gone now, replaced by the calm expression one should have. She smiled warmly, and pulled the blanket over him.

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“Let’s just watch this play out.”

Nanashi was rooted to the floor. He wanted to scream, he wanted to move, he wanted to do something while Odin beat Flynn to a pulp. How could anyone just stand there?! Everyone’s hero was dead and nobody came to assist them? Has Asahi’s notice not reached anyone? What would happen now-

Odin was smiling greedily at him. The spear he had flashed a bright color, and he could feel his hair stand on end. This was it then. He stared at the god. If this was to be his last moments, he would be remembered by this asshole. And he wouldn't go down without a fight.

It appears we arrived just in time.

The world went black. Whatever spell Odin may have cast was gone now. Whatever was happening was done. He could relax. He could move. He could breathe.

And so he did for what seemed like hours.

A low rumble faded into his hearing when he finally stabilized his racing heart. The adrenaline was wearing off, now. All that was left was a sort of placid calmness. Still waters among an endless ocean. He was content to sit along this. But the next dream would arrive with a low rumble.

He thought it was a demon at first, but no. A demon wouldn't growl at him for this long. And it wouldn't be this… calm either. Nanashi opened his eyes, and looked around in pure wonder. Wherever he was, it was beautiful. With not a single fire, demon, or anything unpleasant in sight. It was just water. Water was falling from the sky in an eternal deluge, pouring off of every surface that couldn’t hold it. The liquid struck the roof in droves, and seemed to be the source of the low rumble previously.

It was a different sight from whatever he was dreaming about before. So he was happy with the change of pace. He leaned back on the wrought iron bench and took it all in before he started exploring. Normally you didn’t see these things still intact, so he relished in the novelty before beginning his little adventure.

He seemed to be in an old station of sorts, seeing the general structure of the place. He surmised the multiple floors to the area must have led to different platforms, like the ones in the subways a long time ago. He had to make a bit of a small detour to avoid a small trench filled with water, but soon enough he was out of the drenched station and out into the even more wet outside.

There, he saw tall, tall buildings. Built in a style he didn’t know. More importantly, he remembered the name for when water fell out of the sky like this. Rain. It was called rain. The small little droplets of water fell on his face and clothes, but seemed to be repelled by an outside force. He didn’t care too much, well, outside of the fact he wasn’t getting as damp as this city was. That was a bonus, if anything. He climbed many stairs and walked past a few houses. It only struck him now how dead this place looked. It felt like something was missing, like when he walked the streets of Tokyo with Asahi and Navarre. He wondered how the people who lived here dealt with the rain, maybe some form of spell? Or maybe a relic?

Eventually, he came to a small door with a sign next to it. He couldn’t read the writing below the picture, but he could pretty safely assume it was a sort of relaxation area. Lord knows he needs some relaxation today, so he walked in.

He was met with a painting of a woman with butterfly wings, (a demon?) with more of the squiggly writing beneath it. The boy looked in front of him and saw an elevator. It looked strange. Not even enclosed, with no buttons to denote which floor was being traveled to. All that was there was a lever affixed to the roof, which he flipped. Nanashi felt the entire mechanism groan to life. For a moment, he thought a demon was here with him, but no. Just ancient machinery serving its purpose after years of inactivity. He was used to it, not even the elevators were silent in their aged moaning. The rain made for interesting noise as the lift ascended, a low rumble behind the clicks and clacks of chain pulling him ever higher.

When he finally got to the top, he decided to look outside the window for a moment. He couldn’t help but stare at the view. With the gentle static of the rain, he understood what Nikkari once said about it. It was beautiful in its flow, the way that the water just falls and goes to each area, just knowing where to go. He found himself tracing some of the streams of water on the window. He smiled at the memory. Nikkari deserved to be remembered like that, and not like when Adramelec-

He sighed, dwelling on it wasn’t going to do any favors for him. Think about the happy stuff, and move on. Asahi would love this place. She’d be all over and trying to snap photos while dragging him around by the collar. She’d probably keep saying that this place was cool and tell him to stop moping, then push him into a puddle, getting them both wet.

Fond memories aside, he decided to finally start to look around the place. It was lavishly decorated, unsurprising for the place. Wallpaper with unknown markings decorated the walls while lamps lit everything in a cold glow. There was a set of stairs to his left, but those were disregarded in favor of another sign. The sign had an arrow, some music notes on it, and more of that writing. Music down this way? Maybe that’s what it was saying? Well, whatever it was, it piqued his curiosity enough. So he followed the sign, letting his hand glide across the wallpaper to his left.

As he made his way closer and closer to his destination, he could hear… singing? Yeah, maybe that. He turned the corner and- It was a stage. Covered in withered flowers and sad bouquets, he could only imagine what this place had looked like when they were still alive. The place was beautiful, with some soft sun-like light shining down on an empty spot. There wasn’t any singing anymore, so maybe the person was shy?

No, not shy. He saw the spot shimmer for a moment, before coming into focus.

Blonde hair and red dress, with delicate butterfly wings behind her, she stood just inches off of the ground with an ethereal tilt. She was looking straight at him, with a smile on her face. She didn’t look hostile, but there was a good reason Nanashi kept his bat handy while he approached her.

She looked overjoyed as she greeted him with a soft voice.

“Welcome to my stage little one. I am Marissa, a songstress of some renown, though given the sorry state of this place, you may find it hard to believe.” She glanced at the wilted flowers, and sighed.

“Huge crowds once flocked to hear me sing, then something changed. The audience, once so enrapt, began to leave. I continued to sing yet my voice fell silent upon their ears.”

She looked back at him, a glimmer of hope in her eyes, “Perhaps you'd care to listen to me sing? You'll be the first in an age to hear it.”

Well, he wasn’t exactly one to turn down such a request, and she seemed nice enough. So he sat at the edge of the stage, closed his eyes, and listened.

Nanashi’s eyes weren’t open, but yet he could see when the violin lent a hand. It was a lonely bench, with windows just in front of it. There was a different view of the city from here, this one facing the east and looking down on the ground.

The melody was handed off from Marissa to a violin, and the next sight presented itself to him.. A huge telescope, with a small stool next to it appeared before him. He was higher than earlier, maybe even above the clouds? He looked down and there were none of the puffy things he had heard about. He looked up above, surely he would be able to see the gray skies, right?

A cave roof greeted him. A craggy ceiling with droplets of water leaking from above. His eyes widened at the sight. This couldn’t be happening underground, right? Despite his questions, the roof held firm. And he was left following hundreds of drops down to the city below.

The music swelled, letting the harp finish, while the strings sighed out an end. Leaving him to stand in front of a fountain. It looked almost like a flower, the petals on one layer being elevated on the next. He could see three masked pillars rise up from the second tier, all facing an armored figure in the center. The water streamed through the tiles below his feet and ran down from between the petals. From the angle he was looking up at it, it almost seemed like the statue was crying.

It was calm. The music wasn’t there anymore, but he could still hear it in the back of his mind. The rain provides the perfect amount of noise to think, or not to think. It was still, but not. Calm but strange. Familiar, yet unfamiliar.

This fountain, whatever it stood for in its wiggly text, was the perfect place to take a breather.

And Nanashi really needed one of those.

VINNY I AM GLONG TO DIE RIGHT FUCKING NKW WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE IS. SO MUCH!!!!!

the funky bracket text dagda and kurokami talk in is very fun… they are puter

and dagda in general is augh!!!! I <3 my dad!!!!!!!!!!!! good dialogue!!!!

SPELL THAT TURNS YOUR DREAM INTO CITY OF TEARS…. jokes aside seeing all the things in CoT through nanashi’s eyes was very cool… AND NOW I GET WHY YOI WERE SHOWING ME THE HOLLOW KNIGHT SCREENSHOTS EARLIER. ACK

EXPLODING A BILLION TIMES FOREVER

[inkyweenus]

Post 8 edit: This has nothing to do with EP8, but I still stand by it.

I was kinda frustrated at first with how little actual plot information we've been getting each episode, but then I realized that if we got any semblance of a plan from Lu Guang, that would mean that Xiao Li would also probably get that information, and then he'd fuck up everything with sheer incompetence.

I mean... it's pretty much his fault that both of his partners are dead, and if it weren't for Qiao Ling reigning him in, he'd have done a lot more damage already. But she's reigning everyone in this season. Post 8 edit: I stand by this QL statement even more now. Although, because of the shitty subtitles, I'm not 100% sure if Wang Juan is actually dead yet.

Love that for Qiao Ling. But back to Xiao Li:

I have very little sympathy for him.

As a boss, he never gave his subordinate a day off. Not even to have a proper wedding. Or to care for his pregnant wife and unborn child. And after working Chen Bin several days in a row without even letting the man go home to sleep, XL was too caught up in getting some civilians to do his job that he didn't even notice CB leave the room during a time that he said himself everyone was to be on high alert. And we all know what happened after that.

And then after seeing his dead partner fall from the sky, XL was knocked out by random extras he knew would probably be afoot, rendering him incapable of doing anything while those civilians and some old people safely (?) apprehended the suspects.

(Okay, that one isn't fair. He was definitely in shock. But still.)

And then once he was conscious and back to work, he demanded the civilians continue to do his job for him, even though one was literally hooked into a hospital bed, because he's not even competent enough to look into cases that his former colleague-turned-evil and current antagonist was involved with during his downward spiral.

And then, he doesn't even wonder why some random unidentifiable witness only wants to talk to this civilian that shouldn't isn't publicly on the case but is essentially running it. XL just gives said civilian, who minutes before exited the scene of a double homicide while experiencing not only his own emotions but those of the child watching her mother (and almost brother) be beaten to death, a crash course on police interrogation and says, "Go get 'em, Tiger!"

And then, after losing his first trusted partner to a person who has proved capable of possessing anyone to do anything including kill themself and kill their friends, he established a whole buddy system to avoid people getting possessed and hurt but said his currently assigned partner was fine to go alone because he trusted her and she's "strong." Isn't that even more reason to not want her to potentially get possessed? It literally just happened to a cop you trusted, so it's not like the law makes them immune.

And then when his new partner, this civilian he can't stop traumatizing, and the person that has admitted on mic to be the one possessing people went missing after acting suspicious on camera AND MICROPHONE, he didn't even bother to call and notify the guard posted at the exit, who was also not part of this buddy system apparently. Like... Where did you think they were escaping from, the air vents?! This isn't a spy novel. And you left the one guy who's in charge of people coming in and out of the premise alone and totally out of the loop?? When one of the people involved is a former cop that people around here seem to kinda trust a bit?!

AND THEN he couldn't even catch the kid he put a tracker on, but this time he didn't even have to ask the civilians to do his job for him. They just heard that CaPtaIn XiAo was on the case and immediately jumped into action--evading police and hijacking vehicles to triangulate their partner's location by land and sea to prevent his capture

(at least for now... things can go south pretty quick and I'm just being dramatic while I wait for this episode to drop) Post 8 edit: Obviously things were going to get worse first. Would love some understandable subtitles to really know how much worse, though.

Or.

He's actually the bad guy and all of this was on purpose. I think I'd be okay with that.

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Call me Shaw please, Elias or Eli is for friends by invitation only.

Tag system!

# 🥼📿 <- used on all posts regardless!

# Shaw'ly A Bright Duo <- Posts by both Shaw and Bright

Bright's Tags

# All Is Bright <- Miscellaneous posts / Blog maintenance!

# Bright's Megamix <- Music that I like!

# Things I Probably Shouldn't Do <- Dumbass ideas and breaking my "Not Allowed To Do" list

# The Bright(est) Ideas <- Source memories and ramblings about source

# Not So Bright <- Venting

# Bright's Mailbox <- Asks

# Bright's Field Updates <- Videos

Shaw's Tags

# It Shaw Is Crazy Here <- Shaw miscellaneous posts

# Shaw's Megamix <- My music

# What The Fuck Shaw? <- Shaw doing stupid stuff tag (equivalent to Things I Probably Shouldn't Do)

# Shaw Let's Go! <- For mems and ramblings!

# Not So Shaw Anymore <- Venting

# Shaw's Mailbox <- Asks

# Shaw's Field Updates <- Videos

While I won't repaste our DNI, I will simply block freely. All I'm asking for is common courtesy and respect. Basically, be nice and I'll be nice in return!

I am NOT my source and will NOT tolerate being treated rudely due to having a shitty source creator and having connections to shitty source actions. - Bright

all userboxes are ours, EXCLUDING the "this collective hates syscource" one! the blinkie is NOT ours it is made in blinkies.cafe!

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[talesfromasnarkylisa]

Lacey: Chapter 34

James: September 25, 2023

I took a quiz in calculus on Monday. Despite everything that had transpired with my editor responsibilities, online PR management, other courses, and Lacey, I was still fairly confident I passed this quiz well enough to keep my marks acceptable for my scholarship. Whether those grades would deteriorate further throughout the semester was another story entirely, but I was pretty safe for now.

Anyways, studying did keep my mind off whatever crazy things were going in the online writing world I lived in as Archer J. Likewise, editing the loonier drafts coming in from the aspiring writers that somehow slipped through the cracks of Music Refined’s beta readers was a good distraction from both offline stress and the insanity of the rest of my Internet dealings.

Distractions couldn’t last forever, though. I knew that I still had to get rid of Lacey - somehow. There were rumors she went to Vivian about the recent Writer’s Delight changes. I actually felt a lot of Lacey’s alleged complaints were valid. But that didn’t change the fact that she was an absolute grifter attempting to exploit the anti-intellectualism of certain crowds to climb up the writing world’s social hierarchy.

That’s not even getting into that Maria bitch. I had no definite idea who she was. However, the hints in her increasingly frequent hate comments pointed more and more towards her being Eleanor. 

On Sunday, Maria tried to send a grand total of three comments to the comment section of my video on Facebook’s Twitter ripoff. Then, they commented twice on Monday again. The five comments were part of a single diatribe Maria decided to split off because it was so long. I managed to gather a few new tidbits of info about her from the batshit creepy tangents the comments went on.

Firstly, I learned she was a woman. This was no surprise, as she literally had “Maria” as part of her username and used she/her pronouns. But given I’d met many people over the years with branding seemingly suggesting their opposite gender, this was pretty important information to lend credence to her potentially being Eleanor.

Second of all, Maria knew way too much about the call I had with Darian when he vented to me about Eleanor’s repeated attempts to continue her old relationship with him back in 2021. She quoted some exact lines in a way that no one could unless they had direct access to the call footage. Given that it was a private conversation involving no one else other than Darian and I, and Darian only ever sent her a recording of the call to get her to fuck off, there was definitely something really fishy going on with Maria when it came to that.

What tipped me off the most, though, was what she knew about Corianna and I. 

Back in late 2020, there were rumors that I was dating Corianna which were based on faked DMs purporting to be between the two of us. Fortunately, we both managed to shoot down the gossip pretty quick. That being said, neither of us ultimately wanted to expose the screenshot faker’s true online identity once we got him to confess it. As it turned out, he was just an edgy teenage boy who apparently had a psychotic episode at the time. Not being entirely out of it yet, he even sent us the medical records to prove it. Corianna and I somewhat pitied him despite his actions, so we let him go on the condition that he never speak of us again publicly. He never did.

I showed my online mutuals the evidence of Maria potentially being Eleanor. Darian seemed open to the theory, although he didn’t entirely let his suspicions of Nora Sixty go. Corianna was fairly onboard with it from the get-go, albeit not wanting to fully condemn Maria unless further proof came up. Oscar was pretty wary of both Nora and Maria, whereas Vivian thought we were all being paranoid and that we should just ignore them if they seemed that worrying.

In the meantime, I had heard from Oscar and Theodore that Lacey confronted the top Writer’s Delight editors about their editing policy and process changes. I wasn’t surprised one bit, as that sounded like exactly what Lacey would do. It would also provide a good opening for me to turn people against her, as Writer’s Delight was the popular free publication of Medium. But I wanted to make sure the claims were true, as the screenshots both provided didn’t show an exact email address from Lacey.

I DM’d Lacey asking her about the things that transpired between her and Writer’s Delight’s editors. 

Archer J (09/25/23, 7:09 PM): Hey Lacey.

Lacey Hannah (09/25/23, 7:10 PM): Hi.

Archer J (09/25/23, 7:12 PM): I heard that there was something going on between you and the Writer’s Delight people.

Lacey Hannah (09/25/23, 7:13 PM): …What something?

I then explained to Lacey the rumors I heard from my mutuals about her. After a good 10 minutes, Lacey responded with an air of hesitance. 

Lacey Hannah (09/25/23, 7:25 PM): Well, I didn’t spam the editors with threats to try and get them to change their minds. But yes, I did contact them regarding their overall decisions to be more hands-off. Archer J (09/25/23, 7:26 PM): What happened afterwards?

Lacey Hannah (09/25/23, 7:30 PM): Can’t say. Some stuff happened, but I promised not to say anything about it.

Of course she doesn’t trust me, I figured. This is gonna be a dead end unless I can pressure her into doing it.

I then realized that I didn’t need to get info about the Writer’s Delight situation by talking directly to Lacey. I could just ask someone else. Perhaps not the Writer’s Delight editors themselves (except for maybe Vivian), as my reputation among them still wasn’t particularly amazing. But they and the Music Refined people are pretty well-connected, and the latter seemed to like me more.

I decided to send an email to Micah. He and I had more exchanges with each other than I did with Tate, and I had already talked to Theordore. 

I was careful not to immediately start off demanding information on what happened to Lacey with Writer’s Delight, but instead made a vague recommendation for potentially getting her promoted to formal editor of Music Refined as well as asking for any potential mitigating factors so I could “help” her. This would hopefully require Micah to explain what went on between either Lacey and Writer’s Delight or at the very least, an unnamed publication with enough details about her behavior. Either way, the goal was to have something - anything - to turn against the young woman and burn her in-publication reputation to the fucking ground.

Afterwards, I answered a couple of Inez’s texts. I thought a bit about talking to Darian and Corianna about Lacey, but I didn’t want to make things awkward between the four of us. Humiliating her in front of them would require a much stronger case than what I had at this point. And after what happened the year before…I really didn’t want to go back to square one again.

(Wattpad version: https://www.wattpad.com/1534733310-lacey-chapter-34)