#'and nobody gets out of it. having to swim through the fires to stay in this world'

[goodnightmemes]

GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY (2022) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ You can’t keep making excuses for every one of [name]’s insane whims. ❜

❛ Genius always looks like insanity at first, though, right? ❜

❛ Hey, please stop fire-spinning inside. ❜

❛ I say it like I see it, no filter. If people can’t handle it, that’s their problem. ❜

❛ You’ve got to stay off the Twitter. ❜

❛ Are you mocking me? ❜

❛ This can’t Shazam. It’s a lamp. ❜

❛ Where’s my speargun? I gotta pack. ❜

❛ He told me you haven’t left the bath for a week. ❜

❛ My mind is a fueled-up racing car, and I got nowhere to drive it. ❜

❛ I need danger, a hunt, a challenge. ❜

❛ There’s someone here for you! With a box! ❜

❛ Hello, stranger danger. ❜

❛ Excuse me, I love your accent. I had to try it. ❜

❛ You must be very special. ❜

❛ When you throw a murder mystery party, you do it right, buddy. ❜

❛ I’m not here. ❜

❛ He’s just staying here. He’s going through things. ❜

❛ This rich-people shit is weird. ❜

❛ This is stretching my stride-taking abilities. ❜

❛ Okay, let’s stop talking and actually start hanging out and having fun. ❜

❛ Why is it on the roof? ❜

❛ I wanted to ask, what are you doing here? ❜

❛ Is this part of the game? ❜

❛ I’ve learned through bitter experience that an anonymous invitation is not to be trifled with. ❜

❛ You really try. I like that. You really make an effort. ❜

❛ You never know when shit’s gonna go down. ❜

❛ I’m uncomfortable. I’m gonna go for a swim. ❜

❛ It’s true. I say it like I see it. ❜

❛ If you want to shake things up, you start with something small. ❜

❛ That’s the place where you have to look within yourself and ask, “Am I the kind of person who will keep going?” ❜

❛ That was some real red-pill stuff. ❜

❛ Every single one of you is holding on for dear life to [name]’s golden titties. ❜

❛ Wow. That was so real. ❜

❛ I’m a truth-teller. Some people can’t handle it. ❜

❛ It’s a dangerous thing to mistake speaking without thought for speaking the truth. Don’t you think? ❜

❛ Are you calling me dangerous? ❜

❛ A few cocktails before I’m murdered. ❜

❛ Halle Berry! That has a kick. ❜

❛ This simple thing that you thought you were looking at, it suddenly takes on layers and depth so complex, it gives you vertigo. ❜

❛ Every time we’ve gotten to the point where I’m going to strangle you, you pull something like this, and it’s magic. ❜

❛ I wanna be responsible for something that gets mentioned in the same breath as the Mona Lisa. ❜

❛ This is reckless. And you’re gonna get somebody killed. ❜

❛ It’s been a memorable weekend already, to be sure, but now the real fun starts. ❜

❛ Tonight, in this very room, a murder will be committed. ❜

❛ Well, to be clear, I mean, I didn’t know what a “blood diamond” was so… ❜

❛ What am I supposed to do now? Play Yahtzee all weekend? ❜

❛ I like the Glass Onion as a metaphor. An object that seems densely layered, but in reality the center is in plain sight. ❜

❛ It’s like putting a loaded gun on the table and turning off the lights! ❜

❛ Well, I’m out of here. Tomorrow morning. Gone. ❜

❛ You’re murdering my vibe. ❜

❛ So you come here, in your Gucci flats, telling us that we owe you? ❜

❛ What do you want? A check? You want performative pity? ❜

❛ I want the truth! ❜

❛ But me, I’m tired of pretending like you’re the victim in this game. ❜

❛ That changes things, right? ❜

❛ Have we ever not pulled through? Pulled it off? ❜

❛ We won’t know the cause of death without an autopsy. ❜

❛ Listen, I must insist that nobody touch the body or disturb anything around it. ❜

Are you treating this as a crime scene then? ❜

❛ I’ll pay you one billion dollars to tell me which one of them tried to kill me. ❜

❛ Oh, fiddlesticks. ❜

❛ Is that a speargun? ❜

❛ Oh, hell’s bells! Just, everybody, just stay here! ❜

❛ I can peel back the layers, I can take it to a point, but what lies at the center, only one person can tell us who killed [name]. ❜

❛ You’re not in the bath again, are you? ❜

❛ Heavens, the dog ate the caviar again. ❜

❛ It’s a stupid idea, right? ❜

❛ Listen, I want to be clear, huh? I am not Batman. ❜

❛ Any feelings of reverence or respect that you had for me when you crossed my threshold, buttress those feelings now. ❜

❛ Yeah, I’m trying real hard to buttress, but this sounds nuts. ❜

❛ Is this safe? ❜

❛ I shouldn’t be here. This is nuts. But I’m here. So let’s do this. ❜

❛ The reality-distortion field ends here. I can’t let you do this. ❜

❛ Look me in the eye! You know it’s a lie! ❜

❛ You must be really great at Clue, huh? ❜

❛ I’m very bad at dumb things. My Achilles’ heel. ❜

❛ This is your last chance to back out. ❜

❛ I think it’s really shitty what they all did to you. ❜

❛ I sold my soul for this. ❜

❛ I thought you said you didn’t drink? ❜

❛ That’s hard kombucha. That’s Jared Leto’s hard kombucha. ❜

❛ We’re running out of time! ❜

❛ Please. Think of the danger here. You gotta step back and let me handle this. ❜

❛ I never email anything that I wouldn’t want to see on the front page of The Times. ❜

❛ I think maybe you should take up drinking. You’re just killing it. ❜

❛ Something is just teasing the edge of my brain. ❜

❛ Oh, if I ever meet Jared Leto, I’m gonna whoop his kombucha-brewing ass. ❜

❛ My therapist says this is a toxic relationship. ❜

❛ We will do what we always do. Deny, half-apologize, and then go silent awhile. ❜

❛ Please tell me you did not think sweatshops are where they make sweatpants. ❜

❛ I will do whatever I have to do to save myself, and he is my only lifeline. ❜

❛ This never happens in Clue. ❜

❛ He’s a son of a bitch. Leave his ass. ❜

❛ I don’t feel sorry for him. He deserved what he got, and you are better off without him. ❜

❛ Please don’t kill me! Oh my God, please don’t kill me! ❜

❛ I’m not trying to kill you, you crazy bitch! ❜

❛ Shitballs! ❜

❛ It hides not behind complexity, but behind mind-numbing obvious clarity. ❜

❛ A veritable minefield of malapropisms and factual errors. ❜

❛ Oh, please. Just tell us who tried to kill me. ❜

❛ Nobody tried to kill you, you vainglorious buffoon. ❜

❛ What is reality?! ❜

❛ Does he keep a vial of poison in his tooth or something? Is that a rich person thing? ❜

❛ Oh, it’s so dumb, it’s brilliant. ❜

❛ No! It’s just dumb! ❜

❛ You dim-witted, brainless jackass! ❜

❛ Your one murder, with any panache at all, and you stole the whole idea from me. ❜

❛ Wow! We got some big accusations flying around here. ❜

❛ You need evidence, and you’ve got nothing. ❜

❛ Anywhere you go, it’s going to be your word against mine. How do you think that’s gonna go? ❜

❛ There’s nothing I can do. Except maybe offer you some courage. ❜

❛ I hope your little bitch tantrum gave you closure ’cause it accomplished nothing! ❜

❛ You’re ruined. ❜

❛ Did you get the son of a bitch? ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #rp sentence meme #sentence meme #rp prompt #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #sentence starter meme #rp memes #rp prompts #*Movie

[ampresandian]

My (unofficial) PJO season 2 episode 5 script part 4/4 (part 1 | part 2 | part 3)

The last part! Thank you for reading I just couldn't get the vision for this episode out of my mind and had to write it down.

Images of script and copied text (bc I'm lazy and don't want to write out alt text) under the cut, just in case I didn't tag enough spoiler warning or people aren't interested <3

Annabeth Tries to Swim Home

CUT TO: INT. DARK VICTORIAN HOUSE – NIGHT. 

Continuation of first scene/flashback. CYCLOPS is grinning at YOUNG ANNABETH menacingly. Behind him, the fire rages, and LUKE, THALIA, and GROVER are tied up in the corner. Annabeth’s attention is taken up by the large monster speaking to her. 

CYCLOPS: (in her father’s voice) Annabeth. How nice of you to join us. Now, Annie, don’t you worry. 

Annabeth draws her knife. As he speaks, the Cyclops approaches her. 

CYCLOPS (CONT): I love you, Annabeth. You can stay here with me. Don’t worry. You can stay forever. 

He reaches out for her. Annabeth stabs him in the foot, keeping hold of her knife as he reaches forward and grabs the door in shock. She runs around him towards her friends. 

The Cyclops rips the door of its hinges and throws it across the room with a roar. 

Annabeth reaches the older kids. 

THALIA: Annabeth! Thank the gods you’re okay.

YOUNG ANNABETH: (determined) Hold still.

Annabeth cuts the ropes around Thalia’s arms and legs. Thalia takes up her sword and stands defensively in front of the others. 

THALIA: Cut them free, Annabeth. I’ll hold him off. 

Annabeth turns to Luke and Grover as the Cyclops roars behind her. She saws at their ropes as Thalia goads and fights the monster. 

THALIA (CONT): Come on, ugly! Can’t you take me?

She slices at him with her sword. Now free, Luke can barely stand, Grover supporting him. They all turn to watch Thalia defending them against the monster. 

Suddenly, the Cyclops roars, and Thalia’s sword can be seen buried in his eye. As he rears back, she pulls it out, turning to her friends. 

THALIA (CONT): Come on. We have to go.

Annabeth leads the way through the house, back the way she came through the servants kitchen into the orangery. They escape through a side door, standing in the storm. 

Sirens and howls can be heard, the sounds of the monsters they have been running from closer than before. 

THUNDER rumbles as they look around desperately in the dark. Grover sniffs. 

GROVER: Come on. This way.

They walk away from the house. The Cyclops roars again from within. 

CUT TO:  EXT. POLYPHEMUS’ ISLAND – DAY.

SHEEP hooves/underbellies walk across the screen as POLYPHEMUS calls them. Under one of them hangs PERCY. 

ANNABETH: (invisible) Just don’t let go! 

Polyphemus drags aside the boulder sealing the cave. He addresses each sheep as they pass. 

POLYPHEMUS: (patting each sheep) Hasenpfeffer! Einstein! Widget! Widget? Heavier, huh? 

WIDGET stops in front of him, Percy clinging to her wool. 

POLYPHEMUS (CONT): Soon you will be big enough to eat! Go on, Widget!

WIDGET enters the cave, followed by the rest of the flock. 

ANNABETH: (invisible, from outside) Hey, ugly!

POLYPHEMUS: (looking around wildly) Who said that?

ANNABETH: Nobody! 

POLYPHEMUS: Nobody! I remember you!

ANNABETH: You’re too stupid to remember. But Nobody remembers you!

Polyphemus throws a boulder, aiming for the invisible Annabeth. 

ANNABETH (CONT): Your aim hasn’t improved!

POLYPHEMUS: Come here! Let me kill you!

ANNABETH: You can’t kill Nobody! And you’ll have to come find me!

Polyphemus yells, running down the hill to find Annabeth. Percy drops off Widget, glancing back outside at the island and the Cyclops before moving further into the cave. 

CONT: INT. POLYPHEMUS’ CAVE – DAY.

Percy moves through cavernous hallways, turning a corner into a dead-end room of sheep memorabilia. He backs out, going back the other way and turning right instead of left. 

He turns corners through a set of “rooms,” something that might be a bedroom, a room full of bones, and another room full of sheep memorabilia. He turns a corner and trips, catching himself against the cave walls with his hands. 

Righting himself, Percy looks around, breathing heavily. He looks back and forth, choosing a hallway and running into another room, full of wool and smelling of sheep. He covers his nose as he looks around the room, faced with three separate doorways. 

Percy makes a choice, going through the left opening. Down the hallway, he finds a room with a spinning wheel and loom. GROVER and CLARISSE are inside, trying to undo Clarisse’s ropes. 

CLARISSE: It’s no good. You’ve been working at it for hours!

They spot Percy. 

CLARISSE (CONT): You’re supposed to be blown up!

PERCY: Yeah, good to see you too--

GROVER: (hugging Percy) You came!

PERCY: Yeah, of course, dude. Now, Clarisse, hold still. 

Percy takes Riptide out of his pocket and cuts Clarisse’s ropes. 

CLARISSE: (rubbing her wrist) Where’s Annabeth?

PERCY: You’re welcome. She’s outside. 

CLARISSE: Great, come on.

PERCY: Wait. Was... It was just you in your lifeboat?

CLARISSE: Yeah. Everybody else... I didn’t even know you guys made it.

Percy looks down at his sword. 

PERCY: Okay. 

GROVER: Come on, guys. We need to go help Annabeth. 

They move back through the cave, Grover guiding them. As they come back into the first room Percy ran through, they hear a loud crash.

Annabeth screams. 

POLYPHEMUS: I got Nobody!

Percy, Grover, and Clarisse move to the doorway, peeking through to the main room. Polyphemus is standing at the doorway, holding his arm up. He shakes his fist, and ANNABETH’S CAP flutters to the ground, revealing Annabeth, hanging upside down from his hand. 

FADE OUT. THE END

#yes in the book Annabeth tells Percy the whole story #but I feel like she really wouldn't think it's that big of a deal #and I think she tells Percy more so the audience can know? #besides I think it is exactly the kind of story Thalia would tell Percy on their quest together #and that interaction would help to characterize them and their relationship? idk if that makes sense #thank you for reading! #first draft #first screenplay #playing at screenwriter #my writing #&thoughts #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #percy series #sea of monsters #pjo #percy jackson spoilers #percy jackson tv show #percy jackson sea of monsters #pjo spoilers #annabeth tries to swim home

[dk-thrive]

You don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. And anyway it’s the same old story– a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive. Mostly, I want to be kind. And nobody, of course, is kind, or mean, for a simple reason. And nobody gets out of it, having to swim through the fires to stay in this world.

— Mary Oliver, from "Dogfish" in “New and Selected Poems" (Beacon Press, 1992) (via Make Believe Boutique)

#Mary Oliver #poetry #kind #struggle #help #empathy

[sweet-villain]

Playing With Fire~ Flayed B.H

Words : 3.2K words

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Angst

Summary : Flayed takes interest in you after you have been following him a couple times, you finally ask him to speak to Billy. He grants it to you but the second time comes with a dangerous price.

He grin grows hearing the mutter of your voice as you slap the flashlight in your hands trying to get it to work. He heard you from a mile away entering the abandon factory where he has been tryin to figure out how you could track him. It was the first time you had track him down and he was growing frustrated in hiding away from you. 

Each step you took has alerted him you were close and ready to pounce on him if needed. He licked his lips as he sat against one of the walls hidden away from your sight with his legs outstretched. His hair matted down and strands stuck against his face and forehead as sweat roll down his cheeks. 

The goosebumps on your arms crawled like little ants and you felt that shiver down your spine. Not the same one that Will has when he felt the MindFlyer was around. Not that. You knew you were close. 

“ I’m not afraid” you stated. Flayed raised his eyebrow in amusement on what you were tying to get at. If you weren’t afraid of him then what did you exactly in hopes of doing.  His lips drew in a thin line as his mind wondered what did you want from him. He has taken your Billy away from you and here you were fighting to get to him.

You were warned to stay away from him. Flayed was dangerous in his own way. You had seen it with Heather, with her parents and you seen him struggling in fighting his own mind. Deep down a part of you wants to know if Billy was in there, swimming in his own fear as he waited and watched. 

“ You won’t hurt me” you spoke up. Your voice wasn’t even shaky or sounding like you were scared which made Flayed more interested in you. He thought you were like the others, pathetic, useless and no human was worth it to him.

Now, it was turning into something different and Flayed was interested. 

“ You would of done it by now” your voice was drawing closer where Flayed rested and he chuckled to himself thinking you are such a brave girl to walk alone, with nothing with her but a flashlight. 

You rounded the corner just where he sat at when his body rose up and pins you to the other wall with narrow eyes, the veins on his body visible as he glared at you through matted strands of hair. 

“ Isn’t it past your best time?” He mumbles. Part of his arms is holding you by the neck as you were pressed against the wall while looking at him. 

“ I’m not 12” He snickers as he eyes you up and down. 

“ You know, kitten. You have a pretty face, tell me. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked. He removes his arm away from your neck as he steps back. You were right, he wasn’t going to hurt you. 

“ You took that away from me, remember?” Flayed hummed as he licked his lips with a grin. It wasn’t a grin that was inviting. It was more cold and sinister. 

“ That’s right, poor Billy is washed away like a pathetic little puppy that he is. Always crying to be saved. Always looking for a way out…” 

Your eyes blinked as tears began to shield your vision hearing him.

“ Is Billy still there?” Flayed scoffed at the mention of “ Billy.” 

“ Can I talk to him?” You thought asking Flayed in person, alone, he would let you even if it was for a couple of minutes. Flayed chuckled as he clapped his hands like he had an audience. 

“ Oh you’re funny one” Flayed points a finger at you as he laughs. His laughs stops after a few moment seeing you weren’t joking. “ Did you really think?” He takes a step towards you. You remained standing still showing you weren’t afraid of him. “ By coming to find me, I would let you talk to that nobody?”

Your eyes blink away the tears with your fist by your side clenching them as tight. You felt like you were holding your breath in feeling him come closer and his glare harden.

“ You don’t get to make any decisions here. I’m in control…” he says as he’s hovering above you. You rose your head to meet his gaze. His eyes held nothing but hollowness in them. 

You know he doesn’t feel. You know he has no feelings but yet you stand there, wanting to save him. Save your Billy. 

You rose your hand up confusing Flayed on what you were doing as he watches your hand in mid air and catches it. 

“ What are you doing?” He asks. “ I don’t want to be touched.” 

You stared into those cold and lifeless eyes as his face was completely blank. 

“ I’m not going to hurt you” is what he hears that perks his interest. He’s hesitant at first and scans your face making sure you weren’t joking and lets go off your hand. Your hand slowly rests on his chest. 

He’s in the white tank top that is mixed with sweat and there are some sort of grease splatter too. Your fingertips feel warm on his body. He shifts away as he hisses at the feeling. 

“ It’s just me” you tell him. He hesitates but lets you touch him again. Your hand slides up towards his face. Your fingertip hit his lips first feeling the coldness of his lips. They don’t look to full color rather chapped and a little blue for your liking. 

Flayed stands there in slight freight at your touch. He likes it. It slightly burns and he lets it watching your fingertip trace his lips. He watches your teeth nibbling on the bottom of your lips as you keep your focus on him. Your fingertips trace over his cheeks where Flayed can’t help but flutter his eyes closed at the touch. 

He doesn’t notice as his face leans into your touch and he feels a sort of calming over him. The burn has vanished as well. 

Your fingertips go into his matted hair and brush away the strands from his face that you can see his face clearer. His eyes fly open as he steps back, shaking his head and refusing to accept whatever this was. 

“ Enough” he says. “ What do you want?” 

A deep frown appears on your face and your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“ What are you talking about?” 

He chuckles, “ Don’t play dumb with me, kitten. You’ve been always trying to find me and for what? To be a savior? To magically think you’re capable of doing anything. You’re nothing. Just like you precious Billy.” 

“ GIVE HIM BACK TO ME!” You yelled, raising your words. Flayed blinked a couple of time as dark look crosses his face.

“ Kitten…” he warns. 

“ I said, give him back to me. You’ve had your fun” Flayed threw his head back as he laughed. 

“ I see why Billy likes you, you’re cute” he says reaching over and patting your head since he isn’t used to any kind of affection let alone know what a kiss is. He moves around you making his way up the stairs where you turn around staring at his back in confusion. 

“ Where are you going? We aren’t done with the conversation” Flayed doesn’t seem like he’s hearing you as he carries on making his way up. 

“ I’m not talking to a wall, am I?” You followed the way he went which he picked up as he turned around to look, rolling his eyes in annoyance. 

“ You know, I’m a person that uses her mouth to talk and I mean, how hard could it be for you…I don’t know.. use your words?”

“ You’re such a comedian, kitten” he finally speaks making his way outside of the factory. 

“ Oh thank you” Flayed groans hearing you follow him as he heads towards the Camaro parked to the side. You can see the damage from it still there when Billy must of crashed and your heart crashes into your stomach thinking of how helpless Billy must of felt and scared. 

“ Finally you’re quiet, something the matter?” Flayed eyes follow where you were looking at. The part of the Camaro that is damaged. He chuckles and wave his hand. 

“ That’s just a scratch” your eyes turn to his, glaring. 

“  Let me talk to him” you pleaded, “ It’s the least you could do and I won’t follow you anymore if you let me talk to him.” 

Flayed thinks this over, he likes that you keep finding him. He likes that you’re clever. He likes this game but he can see the desperation on your face too. He rolls his eyes. 

“ Clock will be ticking, kitten. I will be watching too.” 

Flayed hunches over the Camaro like he’s in pain and you rush to his side not thinking that he’s going to hurt you or worse but rathe you were worried something bad was happening. 

“ Are you okay?’ You placed your hand on his bare shoulder and you hear pants, a deep breathe take in and the head turns as you lock eyes with eyes that you have missed so much. They were full of apologies, full of I miss you’s and full of love. 

“ Billy?” You asked, eyes filling up with tears and that one nod was it all it took for you to crash into his arms and hold him like your life depended on it. Billy wrapped his arms around you and buried his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent. He closed his eyes as tears shed down his cheeks. He was holding you. It’s all he wanted. 

“ I miss you so much” you mumble into his tank top drenching it with your own tears Billy could only squeeze you tighter. 

“ I’m going to save you” you continued thinking he’s heard it and it was safe to tell him. Billy pulls away as he stared down at you with worry in his eyes. 

“ He’s going to hurt you, I need you to stay away from him doll.” 

“ No” you shake your head,  “ I need you to come back to me.” 

You could tell by the small smile on his face that he was still here and that Flayed was giving you some time. 

“ I can’t, he has the control and I can’t come back to you no matter how hard I try” he says through his tears. You cup his face with the both of your hands and leans up on your toes resting your forehead against his. 

“ Come back to me” you pleaded, “ I needed you.” 

It broke Billy to see you like this but there was nothing he could do because Flayed was in control. Billy knew he was losing himself feeling Flayed fighting to come back, he pulls you into him and crashes his lips against yours wanting to remember the feeling of your lips against his. He wants a taste. A remembrance. 

You kissed him back, letting him hold you as tears shed down your cheeks feeling him slip away as hands squeezed at your hips as a tongue shoves into your mouth. But you quickly pull away seeing it was Flayed who was back.

“ Missed me, kitten? You know it’s quite rude to pull away when someone you love is kissing you” 

You scoffed, “ I don’t love you and you don’t know anything about it.” 

He laughs, “ I don’t, but you are so desperate for it that I thought I’d play your game.” 

“ Love isn’t a game” He rolls his eyes and lets you go. 

“ It’s pointless” He says as he walks over to the driver side of the Camaro. “ Where are you going?” You asked. 

“This again” he mumbles to himself and walks back over with his hands folded together like he’s praying as he eye levels with you.

“I’m going” he says like he’s talking to a childish that doesn’t understand any English. “ and you” he points to you with his index finger, “ can go home or whatever place you came from” he says moving his around him. “ Does that make it clear?” 

“ I am not a child. I can understand what your saying. I’m not going home. I’m coming with you” Flayed pinches the bridge of his nose feeling quite annoyed with you and he’s about done with this.

“ What do you want from me?” He asks calmly. He feels the anger risen in him. He is about ready to get into the car and drives off, leaving you behind.

“ I want you to give Billy back to me” Flayed jaw clenches tight as his hand drops from his face. 

“ What are you not understanding here is, I am in control. Little girls like you do not give me orders and I’m not going to give you your Billy back. You don’t need him.” 

“ I love him!” You yelled with fist by your sides. 

“ I love him!” Flayed mocks you doing the same thing you were doing with his own fists. 

“ Stop that!” Flayed mocks you agains as he throws in a smirk.

“ You’re so annoying” you mumble pushing at his chest where he pretends to stumble back like you had some affect on him when he’s much stronger than he looks. He leans against the hood of the car with amusement written on your face. 

“ I could beat you up” you continued to mumble which brought more amusement to Flayed. “ You’re so full of shit too” you added which he didn’t miss because he chuckled after you said it. 

“ You talk a big game of being this big bad wolf and yet, you let me talk to Billy. Is Flayed going soft?” You teased. 

Flayed frowned and stood up from the hood making his way over to the driver side and getting in his Camaro. He was about done with you and this game you were playing with him. 

“ Wait, you’re seriously not going to give me a ride home?” You asked coming up to the window. He doesn’t answer you and starts the car. His foot presses on the gas leaving you alone near the abandon factory. 

You kicked an imaginary rock muttering to yourself on how you could be so stupid letting him leave you like this. You looked around to see if there would be a passing car driving by but there was nothing. Not even a soul out here. 

A chill ran up your spine as you tapped on the flashlight muttering for it to turn on and headed towards home, where you thought was home. You didn’t hear the roaring of a car driving your way as you were too focused on looking where you were stepping. The car rolls next to you. 

“ Get in” the voice speak which you thought you imagined at first but you don’t notice the person even step out the car before you were grabbed by your wrist. 

“ What the-“ you were cut off with the person throwing them over your shoulder and you eyes catch on a familiar pair of jeans and the ass you know. He puts you in the passenger side seat without a word and goes to his side as he gets into the car. 

“ You came back for me” you happily reach to grab his arm but he tugs it away. 

“ Yeah, so I don’t need to hear you whining to me the next time you wound up finding me. You’re annoying too, always talking an ear off. Can you just shut up for once? I don’t know how he tolerated you..” Flayed says. 

Sometimes words do hurt and he was using those words to hurt you. You sank into your seat staring at the window at the passing trees. You muttered where to go while trying not to talk to him. Just like he liked it. 

He parks the car in front of your house and doesn’t look at you. 

“ Thanks for the ride” he waves off with his hand and points to the door. 

“ You know, I’m the only one that seems to reach out to you and care. I know you don’t have feelings but you should consider this as a mutual bearing or alliance you can say.” 

His cold and hallow eyes turn to look at you.

“ Get out” he says. 

“ Fine” you muttered, getting out of the car and making sure to slam the door of the Camaro throwing a finger at him. 

Later that night when your in your room, reading a book and too lost into that you don’t notice a figure slip into your room and the next thing you knew was your book being ripped out of your hands thrown across the room.

“ Hey!” You shouted, locking eyes with those very cold, empty looking eyes as they stared down at you. He stood there motionless like something was speaking to him inside his head but it wasn’t exactly that. It was the fact that he’s been thinking. 

Flayed doesn’t think. He does. 

“ What are you doing in my room?” The question you asked goes unanswered. He’s standing like a statue lost in his own world. You had no idea weather to scramble to the phone to call Steve Harrington for help or get him to talk to you. 

He didn’t like to talk, that you knew. Your eyes drop to the phone in the corner which he picks up on because he saw it when he crawled through your window. 

“ Don’t even think about it” he says. 

“ Or what?” The next thing you know is he has you pinning on your bed with your hands above your head. “ That” he answers. 

There is a big wide smirk on his face while he gazes down at you. There is something about that interest him. Weather he finds you annoying with everything you do or the fact that the feeling of your lips made him crave you.

His face leans down and his eyes flutter closed. You are getting the gist of what he wants. You move your head to the side which he notices and pulls away slightly. 

“ What now?”  He asks. 

“ If I let you kiss me, will you let me talk to Billy again?” Flayed eyes squint as he growls. 

“ Why do you even want him?” 

“ Because I love him” Flayed rolled his eyed with heavy sigh.

“  Make the kiss good and we will see” He mutters, leaning down again as his lips brushes against yours. Your breath hitches feeling his lips on yours, they feel a lot different than compared to Billy’s. 

The kiss is surprisingly soft this time, not tongue even happen as he kisses you like you were about to break. He pulls away slightly and his eyes open.

“ Was that good?” He answers you by leaning back down capturing your lips with another kiss. He likes this. He really does. He lets go off your hands and they wound up going into his matted hair that you brush away. 

He pulls away again and this time you see that it’s your boyfriend Billy. Flayed gave in and allowed you to have Billy back.

This time, the clock wasn’t ticking because Flayed hid away angering at himself on what this was between the two of you. He liked kissing you and he was growing scared about it. 

“ Billy” you spoke his name. Flayed on the inside wasn’t too happy how that sounded. 

“ Doll” your boyfriend spoke with a growing smile on his face, collapsing in your arms as he mumbles how much he missed you. 

You were scared too. Scared to have the limited time with your boyfriend before you were playing games with Flayed again. 

#flayed billy hargrove #flayed Billy Hargrove x reader #flayed Billy Hargrove x you #flayed Billy Hargrove x y/n #flayed Billy Hargrove x female reader #jewls writes #stranger things x reader

[strayheartless]

Well here’s a series I thought I had grown out of…

Welcome back (albeit on a new account) to Flo copes! A series where I channel what I’ve just been through into my faves because I’m incapable of dealing with strong emotions on my own!

Todays topic? Panic attacks! And how each character deals with them!:

Sora: simply put, he doesn’t. Sora is incapable of recognising when he needs to stop and breath. Nine times out of ten he thinks a panic attack is his body finally giving up the ghost and he makes himself worse. It usually hits him randomly and any little moments of panic he locks down until it mounts up and makes him cry and throw up and then cry again.

Kairi: Kairi good at managing her emotional well-being, and regularly takes brakes to ensure she’s doing okay. But when it does hit her it usually manifests itself as uncontrollable crying. Usually her panic attacks are more drawn out, their like an all day thing. She will wake up feeling terrible, spend breakfast fighting tears, cry by lunch, then get set off by small stuff like music that sounds sad, cry again around bedtime and end up going off to look for someone to help her calm down (usually Aqua or Axel because they give the best hugs.)

Riku: ah yes, my boy is hyper aware of panic attacks and the minute one presents itself he takes himself off -like a dog in distress- and deals with it alone. It manifests it’s self as intense nausea, swimming vision and shortness of breath. He’s thrown up more times than he hasn’t, and nobody except Ienzo and Even have ever seen him have one.

Roxas: this kid don’t have the time nor the inclination to deal with panic attacks. He knows what they are and that he has them, he just simply refuses to let them rule him. If one starts he goes and plonks himself between Axel, Xion and Isa and stays there until it stops. It usually feels like a overthinking spiral that leads to shortness of breath but he’s never let it get far enough to know if there’s anything else.

Axel: Axel tends to get explosive when he’s having a panic attack -in the emotional sense (although fire has been known to happen too.). He snaps at everyone and starts to get an intense feeling in his chest until he can’t cope and starts yelling in panic. It’s kind of scary to watch him go through it.

Xion: my poor girl shuts all the way down. It’s more like a PTSD episode. She gets this far off look in her eyes and she’ll stay in the same position for a while as her heart races and she tries to focus on coming back. Touching her is not a good idea because she is likely to lash out and then get upset that she’s done it. Which invariably ends in tears.

Ventus: here’s another little fellow who simply shuts down. His ears start to ring, his heart Jack hammers and then he’s somewhere he didn’t remember going and being told he just clocked out. It’s scary because he generally doesn’t know where the time in the middle goes.

Aqua: like sora, she doesn’t realise it’s happening and then it’s on her and she can’t escape. She ends up throwing up a lot of the time, and quite often panic will grip her FAST and then she’s incapacitated by it. Unlike sora however, she doesn’t put it off or try to push it down. She lets it happen and lets people take care of her when it does.

Terra: cries. Uncontrollable, heaving, body wracking sobs, shaking violently, doesn’t know what’s happening, vision goes blurry, the whole nine yards. Terras panic attacks happen frequently and with an intensity that shocks everyone. He ends up feeling literally everything all at once and sometimes he’s been known to start laughing out of sheer fear. Nobody. Likes. Watching. It. Happen.

#kingdom hearts #kh3 #kh1 #kh2 #kh1 riku #kh2 riku #kh sora #kh ventus #kh terra #kh aqua #kh kairi #kh xion #kh axel #wayfinder trio #destiny’s trio #seasalt trio #panic attack #kh headcanons #kingdom hearts headcanons

[bunnysuit-femboy]

Lookalike - Pieck

(Pieck x Reader) - Word Count: 1.9k

Creature: mythological beings capable of therianthropy, changing from seal to human form by shedding their skin

Warnings: Con-Noncon (human guise), Thigh-Riding,  Slight Degradation, Unintentional Cheating

Extra Notes: Next up for Halloween we have some spooky Pieck Finger!

The walk through the woods was lonely since nobody wanted to join you in going night-swimming. You were camping with your entire friend group - all seven of them - and not a single one of them cared about going swimming with you. You were certain all of your friends were boring for not joining you, including your boring ass girlfriend who declined the offer as well.

At least she did it nicely, you hated to admit, Pieck basically coddled you before declining the offer whereas the rest of your friends didn’t care so much about your emotions. Mikasa said no before you even had the full question out of your mouth, and Sasha and Connie admitted the s’mores they were making were more important. Armin just shrugged without giving you a solid answer, but Eren declined for both of them. Which at that point only left Jean’s answer, but he seemed to be avoiding you to get away from breaking your heart.

So now you walk alone on the dirt path through the woods, searching for the lake your friends had pointed you into the direction of. It would be easier if they could’ve just shown you where the water is considering they were the ones who discovered it earlier. You were too headstrong to head back now, you knew if you had to use their help, you’d rather just admit defeat and stay with them by the fire instead.

But, lucky for your swimsuit, you hated admitting defeat.

You finally found the lake only a few minutes after some whispered cursing and lighthearted wishes of your friend’s downfalls. The full moon hung high in the sky and reflected nicely over the surface of the water, rippling along with the light lake’s light waves. The sight was beautiful, well worth the ten minute terrifyingly lonely walk through the dark woods.

Once you had stepped onto the sand surrounding the lake, you reached down to slip your sandals from your feet before taking off the outer layer of your clothes. You let your soft shorts fall down your legs and to the sand below you with one solid push, and then you pull your shirt over your head and let it fall beside your shorts and shoes.

Now that you were standing by yourself on the shore of Titan Lake, you wondered why exactly you were even wearing a swimsuit. It wasn’t like anyone joined you and would be uncomfortable by your naked body, you were completely by yourself out here - and even a solid ten minute walk from everyone else. Nobody would happen upon you skinny dipping, if you were to do so, so why not?

You unclasped the back of your bikini top and let the fall on top of your other discarded clothing. With your chest out and glowing due to the moon’s beautiful silver shine, you felt confident enough in your decision to let your bikini bottoms follow suit of your top.

You walked slowly into the water, feeling magical. You understood now all of those stories of witches who used to dance naked around the forest at night, if given the opportunity, you were now sure you’d join them. Being naked underneath the night sky made your confidence peak.

The water felt like ice against your body, but you suffered through until the surface was up to your shoulders, covering your entire body. Chills spread across your skin as your body numbed to the temperature of the water, making you feel a comfortable middle - neither warm nor cold.

You were so distracted by the cold water and the new feeling across your body that you nearly missed the sound of leaves rustling along the shore of the lake. You quickly threw your hands over your body as if the person could even see that you were naked - and even if they could, your hands couldn’t cover enough of your body for you to feel decent about it.

“Who’s there?” You yelled from the water, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and very scared at the same time. The air had suddenly gotten colder, the breeze now sending stronger ripples through the water surface of the lake. You felt like the final girl in every horror movie you had ever seen; scared, alone, and the final target for some deranged psychopath.

“Don’t worry,” a familiar soft voice said as a silhouette you’d recognize anywhere came out from behind the trees and into the moonlight. “It’s just me.”

You took a deep breath of relief, “Thank god, Pieck. You scared the shit out of me, I thought you were-” You suddenly noticed something very odd about your girlfriend, her silhouette was something only you’d recognize considering you’re the only person who sees her in such a way- “Why are you naked?”

Pieck raised her eyebrows with a light grin, “Why are you naked?”

Your face felt hot as your hands grabbed at your bare body once again. She had seen you naked thousands of times over the years, so you weren’t sure why you felt so uncomfortable under her gaze. It embarrassed you for your girlfriend to see you in this vulnerable state.

“I didn’t realize you could see me,” You whispered mostly to yourself.

Pieck giggled as she came into the lake towards you. The water moved around her as if it were hugging her from all around, it seemed to invite her in as if she were made of water herself. Pieck glowed under the moonlight, it was like she was made just to be standing here, in this specific lake, under this specific moon, on this specific night.

“Hello,” Pieck spoke with a light smile across her lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You tilted your head towards your girlfriend, “Yeah, I was actually thinking the same thing about you.” She raised her eyebrows at you curiously. “You said you didn’t feel like joining me in swimming tonight.”

“Right,” Pieck spoke slowly and carefully, “I, uhm, I didn’t want the others to think we were sneaking away to do-” She took a brief pause, the gears in her head turning quickly- “To do dirty stuff.”

“Yeah.” You giggled lightly to yourself as you reached forward to gracefully touch Pieck’s arm. “Nice thinking.”

Pieck’s long black hair looked as if every individual strand were made of silk - and you made a mental note to ask her later about what conditioner she used. If you hadn't just watched her walk into the water after you, you would’ve been certain she had dipped her hair in the lake before you’d gotten here. Under the moon’s light, her hair looked wet with strands of silver poking through the black.

You reached out to touch her hair because you desperately wanted to see if it felt how it looked. Much to your surprise, her hair felt normal - but it still looked fantastic.

“Baby,” You whispered to your girlfriend as you took a step towards her in the water, closing the space between your bodies. You were close enough now that you could feel her chest against your own, a familiar sensation that always turned you on, you loved feeling her tits against your body. “I’m really glad you came out here with me after all.”

Pieck brought her lips towards your own, only stopping an inch away from your mouth, “Me too.”

You curled your fingers into her hair and moved them around to the back of her head. You used your hand’s new placement to bring Pieck’s face closer to your own, pressing your lips together gently. You’ve kissed this girl thousands of times, but this kiss felt new - her lips tasted salty, like the ocean.

You pressed your body closer to your girlfriend’s until you could feel every inch of her against your skin. Her arms circled around your body as you squeezed your leg between her own. You brought your thigh up, a move you had done a thousand times to her, but she still breathed as if it were the first.

“Are you okay, baby?” You whispered under your breath to Pieck, and all she could do was nod and moan against your mouth in response.

You felt as Pieck moved her hips against your thigh, fucking herself on your leg. You felt your girlfriend rub her clit on your body, using you as if you were an object created simply just to pleasure her. You had to admit you always liked being on this side of the arrangement, listening to Pieck whine and moan into your neck as she grinded on your thigh drove you insane.

She dug her fingers into your back, pulling your body closer to her. You could feel her unraveling against you and her nails feeling desperate as they dug into your skin. Her moans were all you could hear, you couldn’t even hear your own voice when you whispered to Pieck.

“Are you close, baby?” You said sweetly into her ear.

Pieck nodded frantically and spoke breathily, “Yes, yeah yeah.”

You brought your lips back to Pieck’s lips, kissing her passionately as her body convulsed on top of you. You felt her legs shake with pleasure as her moans came out in a finishing squeal. Her lips seemed to give up on kissing you, only focusing on the pleasure coming from between her legs instead.

“Are you okay?” You asked sweetly, running your hand gently over her hair.

“Yes, I am.” Pieck nodded lazily and then leaned back to make eye contact with you. “Thank you.”

You giggled, “You don’t - that’s so weird, please don’t say-”

Pieck glanced quickly at the moon, her eyes widened as she pushed away from your body, “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Pieck, baby, what? Where?”

Your girlfriend moved quickly from the water, and where the resistance of the lake held you back, it didn’t seem to have the same effect on her. By the time your feet had made it out of the water and making deep footprints in the sand, Pieck was gone. You looked around for her frantically, but with no luck, she wasn’t anywhere to be found - she wasn’t on the shore, she wasn’t in between the trees, and she wasn’t making her way down the path back to the campsite.

You quickly grabbed your clothes and shoes, only throwing on your sandals, shirt, and shorts in a moment of haste. You ran down the woodsy and dark path back to the campsite, hoping to get to your friends quickly in order to find wherever Pieck had disappeared off to. The soles of your sandals slapped against the bottom of your feet, creating the only sound you could hear - not even an owl cooing or a leaf rustling could be heard.

Once you made it back to the campsite, you stopped in front of the fire you had left your friends around. They all ate s’mores and made jokes and laughed with each other, taking a few minutes to even notice you standing there. Your friends looked between each other and then back at you, confused about why you were acting so weird.

Of course they wouldn’t get it. They weren’t in that lake with Pieck, they didn’t watch her run off into the woods naked and wet and alone. They didn’t run back to the campsite as quickly as possible, preparing to beg them to search the woods for her. So, of course they wouldn’t get how terrified you were to see Pieck in front of you.

She looked beautiful in the moonlight, just different, familiar. This is Pieck. Whatever you had been with was not. They only looked the same in the moment, but now you were sure. This is the real Pieck, this is your girlfriend.

“What the fuck?” You whispered mostly to yourself.

Pieck stood up from her chair, completely discarding her s’more to the ground, “Are you okay, honey?”

#Whore-O-Ween🎃 #pieck finger #pieck finger x reader #aot #snk #selkie au #pieck x reader #pieck x female reader #x reader #pieck finger x y/n #aot x reader #f/f #pieck finger smut #snk pieck #aot pieck

[h-awke-a]

🎲 + merrill

40. an impulsive kiss

   days like this exist. sparse, maybe, but they happen. they're on the wounded coast collecting samples for some alchemist whose name theo can't ever remember—bethany knew it, but she's not around to remind him anymore. they're on the wounded coast, in the height of summer, and it's an easy walk on a hot day but they camp on an empty beach instead of heading back because.. why not? split between them, varric has enough wine that they each get a bottle, but theo forgets to open his because merrill wants to swim. varric says fat chance and isabela knows how to help a friend out. by the time merrill is in the surf, theo is the only one tugging his shirt over his head and kicking off his boots, so eager to join that he'd almost forgotten to remove the boots to begin with.

   they swim for a while, until the sun sinks and the sky goes gold and then orange and then a deep, velvety blue. they swim again after a dinner of cheese and bread and small, sweet clams that isabela digs from the sand, seeming to know the spots they live like magick. when merrill and theo return after their second swim, even longer than the first, they're winded from laughing, and trying to surf waves that only an idiot would try to surf, and isabela and varric are drunk, asleep on the pile of bedrolls that nobody bothered to separate out. both snoring.

   theo pushes his wet hair out of his face and gathers driftwood. he comes back sandy, happy, sun-baked and worn out in the best way. the cool sea crashes but the wind off the water is warm. merrill is sitting in front of the guttering fire, looking like they're waiting for him, thinking too hard and frowning. theo drops down into the sand beside them and leans back on his elbows, smiling. feeling suddenly shy—

   and then merrill’s kissing him.

   it's like taking a blow over the head, except theo has never spent years of his life fantasizing about taking a blow over the head. for a second he's so stunned he thinks he might be missing it. he catches up through, when he feels merrill's weight when they tip forward onto his chest, when their pressing at his chest and shoulders like he should lie back and—and what? his brain shorts and then, just as fast, merrill is gone, off of him, sitting back on their heels, silhouetted by the fire so that theo has to squint against the light as he sits up a little.

   but before hawke can say anything, merrill starts apologizing, stumbling over her words like she does when she’s close to panicking. hawke shakes his head, reaching for her arm as she sits back, squeezing gently.

   "hey—" he says softly, almost a whisper, stroking his hand up their forearm, grip soft on the lean, tender inside of the back of their arm. "it’s all right, okay? it's good."

   merrill’s chewing her lower lip, staring, brows creased. like she’s getting ready to say something. what? oops, sorry. shouldn’t have done that. getting ready to tell him that it didn't mean anything, it was stupid, that it can’t go anywhere. why not? because hawke’s a petty criminal, because he’s a fuck up. lothering, lowtown, through and through. no, merrill doesn’t give a shit about things like that. but—maybe because merrill doesn't plan to stay in kirkwall and kirkwall is all hawke is. because he’s not dalish. not a mage. not a scholar, not even all that clever even when he plays it off like he is, or because.. when merrill's ready to move on to the bigger work they want to do, work that theo barely understands, they've probably figured out that he'd just be in the way.

   it’s a lot of reasons and even theo has to admit that some of them are pretty good. he doesn't want to hold her back. but she'd kissed him, not the other way around. so?

   merrill’s chewing her lip. maybe using that big, beautiful brain to find a way to let him down gently. they're always saying they're no good with people but merrill is a gentle person, and theo isn't sure what better way there is to be with people than that. theo always wanted to be like that, too—hasn’t worked out, though. like most things don't. but merrill kissed him first. so what does that mean?

   both their hearts are beating so fast—he can see how fast merrill's is beating in their eyes, because he knows them. worried, and beautiful, brown-eyed, their dark hair longer down their back when it’s wet like this. theo’s only seen it loose and wet once or twice before. he can't think about it right now or it'll make him stupid. so, what else? maybe she’s going to say to him what isabela has said to him in the past, what plenty of people have said to him, and it's not that he doesn't like being desired that way.. but he thinks that if merrill tells him now that they just want to fool around, don’t want him to get the wrong idea.. hawke's heart feels too high up in his throat for him to acknowledge the way it sinks.

   they look at one another, both waiting, and theo exhales, a little shakily. he's supposed to be good at the edge, good at keeping things from tipping over, or riding it out when they do. that's what people pay him for. but all he can think about right now is getting that worried look off of the sweet face in front of him.

   “it’ll be all right, merrill," he promises again, hand scooping up to squeeze her shoulder. he means it. it will be all right. whatever they want, they can have. theo doesn't mind. or he'll try not to mind. really, he will. merrill smiles at him a little and then, like failing to get head and shoulders above some really sticky syrup, they're kissing again. open-mouthed, hazy and sweet. there’s tongue, hands in his hair, snagging in wet curls, and the next thing theo knows he’s on his back, sand sticking to his damp shoulders, and merrill has her arms wound tight around his neck. they're belly to belly and he can feel the tack of the sea salt drying between them, the way their skin clings a little with it and then slips in the places still wet from the sea. theo finds the spot where merrill's wet-long hair ends, stuck to her back, just above the dip of her spine, skin bare and warm above cold, wet underclothes. he feels it when her eyelashes, damp with seawater still, tickle his face.

   he's thought about it a lot. too much, probably. even so, it's better than he thought.

   when they pause, exhaling together, theo feels.. less jittery, just buzzed, half-drunk on arousal. crazy happy. like he was a kid again, with that special something he always wanted caught up in his arms. merrill's dark-bright eyes shine at him, flashing in the firelight. his heart beats so fast he thinks he might choke on it. shocked that she seems as happy as he is. stupid about her little smile and how she's looking almost as shy as he feels.

   what he thinks is that if merrill liked that, those kisses, well—then he's got a hundred thousand more inside him, banked and waiting. a hell of a lot of kisses that he's been wanting to give her for a long time. that's what he thinks—but what he manages to get out is a stupid, crooked little grin and an even stupider, happier, kiss-drunk, questioning, "yeah?"

#luredeep #IC. #RE:MERRILL. #unhinged how long this is— #but i am possessed by my love for them and they deserve it

[cyarskj1899]

Watching people backpedal in response to this leaked audio of tory & kelsey’s call making my blood boil cause y’all really put meg through all that for nothing. Y’all had more than enough evidence.

Y’all can go to hell for your disgusting dickriding

Drake can go to hell for that disgusting and corny line calling her a liar and he can take his bbl and tummy tuck with him

Joe budden can go to hell for disrespecting her

Zach Campbell can go to hell for spreading lies

Mariah the scientist can go to hell for being such a pick me biiich

Dababy can go to hell for collaborating with him in a song that Nobody listened

Jack harlow can go to hell by association because he collaborated with him and dababy(ironically his remix of what’s poppin is lames biggest hit at least according to billboard charts. So the motive for the infamous shooting is basically summed up as toxic masculinity and fragile ego , that leprechauns can’t handle the fact that a black female rapper had more success and Grammys than he does and when she said that his music is wack) and this hurts because i like the guy

Iggy azealia can go to hell for collaborating with him

Lebron James can go to hell for listening to his music and praising it(and he’s got a black wife and daughters and sons Smgdfh, he should be lucky to have his family though he’s slutting himself out for a bald head degenerate)

Dj akademiks can go to the 7th circle of hell for spreading lies and because he’s an ugly looking honey bun

50 cent can swim in the lake of fire because he mocked her trauma twice and he’s only sorry now because he heard the audio of him admitting to it.

The bloggers can go to Dante’s inferno because while two white women were telling the real information about the trial as real journalists should be doing, these gossip girls were d!ck munching a midget who was an abuser and violent degenerate. What does that say about black media when I’m praising white women for doing their jobs? Black bloggers who are professionals and ethical, be ashamed and outraged of your anti black and anti black women counterparts lack of respect, ethics and professionalism

I don’t gaf if they back pedal or apologize. They had two years to do the right thing and they chose evil. It’s too late. There’s lashings and a$$ whoopings for them arssholes who’s necks and a$$ my feet are stomping on and biiiches it’s here to stay!

You can’t have degenerate d!ck familiarity and then when you learn that he’s the bastard everyone else knew he was take it back, it’s too late, you choose this. You were willingly selling your soul, your dignity, your humanity, and your sense of judgment to be a groupie for someone who is a coward at the expense to retraumatize a black woman for years. Have you learned anything from what happened with r Kelly and Ian walkins ? Yeah clearly not! I heard the stories, I get mad with rage when I think about it and feel sick. Parents and enablers were so star struck with their idols despite they’re open pedophiles That they would literally let their children be raped by these monsters who deserve far worse than a long prison sentence ijs.

toxic fandoms are a problem in society and social media and clearly that leprechauns fan base is not the exception. One of his fans said that he’s our modern emmitt till. 🤬🙄😤Harriet Tubman should have capped those fans ancestors. George bush, your no child left behind policy sucks because some children should have been left behind in school.

Let this be a lesson for anyone. Believe survivors of abuse until it’s backwards, don’t trust or protect anybody, never be so willing to worship a famous person that if they become problematic you’re willing to lose your self respect and black women deserve better

[abellinthecupboard]

Dogfish

Some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing kept flickering in with the tide and looking around. Black as a fisherman’s boot, with a white belly. If you asked for a picture I would have to draw a smile under the perfectly round eyes and above the chin, which was rough as a thousand sharpened nails. And you know what a smile means, don’t you? * I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while. * It was evening, and no longer summer. Three small fish, I don’t know what they were, huddled in the highest ripples as it came swimming in again, effortless, the whole body one gesture, one black sleeve that could fit easily around the bodies of three small fish. * Also I wanted to be able to love. And we all know how that one goes, don’t we? Slowly * the dogfish tore open the soft basins of water. * You don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. And anyway it’s the same old story – – – a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive. Mostly, I want to be kind. And nobody, of course, is kind, or mean, for a simple reason. And nobody gets out of it, having to swim through the fires to stay in this world. * And look! look! look! I think those little fish better wake up and dash themselves away from the hopeless future that is bulging toward them. * And probably, if they don’t waste time looking for an easier world, they can do it.

— Mary Oliver

#Dogfish #Mary Oliver #poetry #writing #literature #poets on tumblr

[neednothavehappenedtobetrue]

Wild Geese is great, you know?

you do not have to walk on your knees in the desert repenting!

great! good! sick of repenting! my knees hurt!

but why are people not quoting Dogfish constantly? why am I just encountering Dogfish now?

"I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country"

and!

"You don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway, I don’t want to tell it." 

hello! I want the past to go away. I want a past passport I can stamp and go somewhere else and be a person who is not carrying around the story of my life that I don't want to tell and you don't want to hear!

"And anyway it’s the same old story– a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive.

Mostly, I want to be kind. And nobody, of course, is kind, or mean, for a simple reason.

And nobody gets out of it, having to swim through the fires to stay in this world"

hello! mostly I want to be kind! nobody gets out of it! swim through the fires to stay in this world!

#just screaming about mary oliver #I did not look up the exact opening lines of Wild Geese so this paraphrase is missing some words #I think she specifies how far you don't need to walk on your knees. #and I'm not trying to pit too bad bitches (these poems) against each other #I've just never heard Dogfish before and I'm exploding about it

[team-pokefriends]

[The group of five approach the large pond surrounded by smooth stone. At the end of the pond is a really tall waterfall, larger than even the tallest non-legendary Pokémon.]

[Sophie] "Woah…"

[Seth] "Yep. The mightiest waterfall in any town, and the best place to practice swimming, too."

[Sophie] "I remember hearing about it in school. Seein' it up close, though…"

[Jolene] "Come on, let's get in."

[Jolene and Seth climb over the stone and hop into the pond.]

[Ben] "I'll stay out here."

[Sophie] "Don't want your tail fire goin' out?"

[Ben] "That's not the problem, nor is that right. I just don't like getting soaked in water."

[Seth rolls his eyes.]

[Seth] "Like always."

[Jolene splashes some water out the pond, hitting Ben and making him jump. Jolene laughs as a result.]

[Ben] "Seriously?"

[Jolene] "No, I'm kidding."

[Seth] "Come in, Cathy. The water's great."

[Catherine doesn't think about it and gets in the pond with her friends, sitting next to Jolene as soon as she does. Sophie doesn't follow her.]

[Catherine] "You're not getting in?"

[Sophie] "Nah, I'm good."

[Sophie walks up to where Catherine is sitting and faces away from the fountain, leaning on the short wall and resting her elbows on the smooth stone surface. Ben goes to where Seth is sitting and he rests his arms on the wall.]

[Jolene] "How fast can you swim?"

[Sophie] "Think about average, not for Slowkings. Faster than a Slowking, at least."

[Jolene] "You think you can beat Seth here?"

[Sophie] "Probably not, but if it was a battle, that would be a different story."

[Seth] "That makes sense. I'm not much of a battler, anyway."

[Sophie] "Seriously?"

[Seth] "I'm more of a professional swimmer."

[Sophie] "Dude, if I had wing blades, I would be cutting things up! No bad guy would ever stand a chance against me!"

[Catherine] "I think you would be strong, regardless of what Pokémon you are."

[Jolene] "Even a Magikarp?"

[Catherine] "Well, even as a Sunkern."

[Sophie puts her arms behind her head.]

[Sophie] "Okay, I don't know about a Sunkern, but thanks."

[Catherine smiles.]

[Ben] "You're very different from other Slowkings."

[Sophie looks to Ben and gives him a serious look.]

[Sophie] "Yeah?"

[Ben hesitates to speak for a second.]

[Ben] "I think it's coo- Oh no…"

[Ben turns scared as he spots something behind Sophie.]

[Sophie] "What? Just say it."

[???] "Jolene. Get out, now."

[Sophie looks to her left and sees Jolene getting out of the pond and behind a large, muscular Nidoking. The size of the Nidoking is larger than even Catherine.

Everyone, except for Sophie, looks at this Nidoking with fear, and the Nidoking looks at Catherine.]

[Nidoking] "First, you go against our wishes, then you claim yourself a 'world savior', and now you're corrupting my sister."

[Catherine feels more than uncomfortable with what the Nidoking is saying. She looks around to see everyone's reactions, including the bystanders

Sophie pushes herself off the wall and walks up to the muscular Nidoking.]

[Sophie] "And who do you think you are?"

[Ben, scared] "That's Alex."

[Sophie] "Well, Alex, what makes you think you can talk about Cath like that?"

[Alex looks down at Sophie.]

[Alex] "This doesn't involve you."

[Sophie leans forward.]

[Sophie] "Hey, nobody talks down to Cath like that while I'm here."

[Alex throws his chest forward and pushes Sophie in an act of intimidation. The weight of the bump makes Sophie stagger back a bit.]

[Alex] "If you don't want to regret your actions, you will not get in my face again, got it?"

[Sophie stands strong and leans forward.]

[Sophie] "And what are you gonna do, huh‽ I cover both your types! I have the advantage here."

[In another act of intimidation, Alex stomps down, causing the ground beneath his foot to crack and spread out almost half a foot. Sophie feels a little nervous, but she doesn't look like she's backing down.]

[Catherine, scared] "Stop!"

[Alex looks towards Catherine, his gaze piercing through any remaining confidence she had left. As a result, she sinks down the wall in hopes of avoiding further conflict towards herself.]

[Ben] "He's super strong. Don't do it."

[Sophie] "Come on, there's more of us than there is of him. We can take this bully on!"

[Alex looks back at Sophie and furrows his eyelids in anger from being called a bully.]

[Alex] "You call me a bully. You've been brainwashed by that beast. You need to be taught a lesson."

[Sophie] "The only lesson being taught is what happens when your speck-sized brai-"

[Suddenly, Catherine climbs out of the pond, rushes up to Sophie, and wraps her arms around her, putting her hand over the Slowking's mouth.]

[Catherine, scared, quietly] "Sophie, it's not worth it. Let's just go."

[Sophie grabs Catherine's hand and pulls it off of her mouth.]

[Sophie, quietly] "You just gonna let this dumb brute do that to you?"

[Catherine tries not to tear up, but a few tears begin escaping her eyes.]

[Catherine, quietly] "I'm sorry."

[Sophie sighs. She wants to beat up Alex badly, but if she wasn't getting back-up, and everyone said it wasn't recommended, then she had no choice but to back down.]

[Sophie, quietly] "Fine. But if I ever see him lay a finger on you, I won't hesitate."

[Catherine closes her eyes and hugs Sophie. Alex gives Sophie a glare before turning around and leaving with Jolene by his side.

Sophie was really upset, and she wants nothing more than to get back at Alex. She slowly wraps her arms around Catherine's left arm, returning the hug.]

[Ben] "Are you two okay?"

[Seth] "Yeah. Is everything alright?"

[Seth gets out of the pond, and he and Ben approach the Dragonite trying not to cry. Sophie stops watching Alex leave and turns her attention to Catherine, the Dragonite's head is lying on her shoulder.]

[Catherine, scared] "I… I want to… go home…"

[Sophie] "Cath…"

[Then, Sophie's attention went to Seth and Ben.]

[Sophie, angry] "Why did neither of you stand up for her‽"

[Seth] "If Alex didn't have the power to put us in bandages, I would have done something, but I'm not risking it against him."

[Ben] "Yeah, did you see that? That wasn't the move Stomp. That was a stomp. No way am I trying to fight that guy. I'm sorry."

[Sophie] "You guys are wusses."

[Seth] "Sorry. Alex has always been the strongest of the group. Not even back then could any of us beat him in a battle. He strained my arm once, and it felt terrible."

[Catherine, scared] "I remember that..."

[Ben] "Yeah. No one messes with him. I'm glad he didn't call his gang on us."

[Seth] "Oh yeah, the gang. Don't want to get on their bad sides either."

[Sophie exhales with anger.]

[Sophie] "This is dumb. I'm not standing for this."

[Catherine, scared] "Sophie… Please…"

[Sophie looks at Catherine. The Dragonite's face is pleading her not to do whatever she is thinking of.]

[Sophie] "Okay, I won't fight him now… but when I'm ready, I ain't holdin' back."

[Sophie then steps back, freeing herself from Catherine's hug, and then she holds her right hand out for the Dragonite.]

[Sophie] "Come on, let's head home."

[Catherine grabs Sophie's hand.]

[Seth] "Hey, it was nice meeting you, Sophie."

[Ben, nervous] "Yeah. Can we see each other again? Maybe in Dewdrop?"

[Sophie looks at Catherine. The Dragonite is wiping her eyes with her right hand.]

[Sophie] "Cath?"

[Catherine, scared] "Um… Later. I mean, not now, but… I'll write to you when I'm ready."

[Sophie] "Okay. Come on, Cath."

[Sophie and Catherine begin walking away.]

[Catherine, scared] "Goodbye."

[Seth] "See you later."

[Ben, nervous] "Bye."

[Everyone, except for Sophie, waves at each other before Catherine and Sophie leave the city.]

[Sophie] "You okay, Cath?"

[Catherine, scared] "I need rest."

[Sophie] "I gotcha."

[Sophie is quiet for a second.]

[Sophie] "So, your friends… The nice ones. I mean, I didn't like them not standing up to that Nidoking, but they seem pretty alright."

[Catherine, scared] "I'm sorry about Alex…"

[Sophie] "Hey, it's fine. I can see why they were fed up with him."

[Catherine looks away doesn't say anything.]

[Sophie] "You need another day off?"

[Catherine] "I think I do."

[Sophie] "Alright. You thinkin' of inviting your old friends over ?"

[Catherine] "Um… Fredrik."

[Sophie] "Him? No one else?"

[Catherine] "I just want a peaceful day off."

[Sophie] "Ah. Guess that means I'm workin' tomorrow."

[Catherine] "That's okay. But, please be careful."

[Sophie gives Catherine a confident smile.]

[Sophie] "Don't worry. I won't get in any trouble like that."

[Ask Hints have been updated.]

#Team-Pokéfriends - Main Story #Team-Pokéfriends - Catherine (Dragonite) #Team-Pokéfriends - Sophie (Slowking) #I am aware I have two characters named Alex/Alexander. It's a common name.

[voraciousvore]

Big Corp Inc. (37/43)

***Some vore/ sexual content***

Chapter 37: Sickness

Of course, Mr. Hardon had slipped one of the human pills into the sausage that he fed Candy, so she wouldn’t be digested alive. When he was finished with his breakfast, he pleasured himself at his desk for a while in the privacy of his own office, since swallowing Candy and feeling her moving around inside him was an erotic experience for him. He kept her in his belly for the full amount of time that the pills would allow. He even got some work done. He was in a cheerful mood, very relaxed, and completed his work projects with alacrity. 

When the time was up, he extracted Candy from his stomach using the rope with the light and scrubbed the acid off her skin so she wouldn’t be harmed. He gave her a new set of office clothes and made sure to return her to her desk before lunch, so nobody would become suspicious and notice her absence. Candy was melancholic and fatigued from the stress and her futile efforts to get away. She stared dully at her computer screen, eyes glazed over, failing to process anything. She felt as if a great weight were crushing her. 

“Candy?” a Giant’s voice resounded above her, startling her and making her flinch away. She looked up to find Martin standing over her. She sighed with relief, placing her hand over her chest. 

“Oh, Martin. Thank goodness it’s you. You scared me.” 

“Sorry,” Martin apologized, transferring her into his hand. He started walking to the break room. Candy snuggled up against him, reveling in the comfort his gigantic presence gave her. She just wanted everything else to go away. “Are you doing okay?” 

No, she definitely was not. “I’m fine,” she choked out. She had to protect Martin from Mr. Hardon’s wrath, so he wouldn’t be fired. He couldn’t know what was going on. “Just not feeling well today.” It wasn’t entirely a lie: She felt absolutely terrible.  

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Martin said. Candy’s heart fluttered with his kind words. She knew she wouldn’t be able to survive through this hell without him. “Did you forget to bring a lunch again? You can have some of mine. It’s not like you eat much anyways, since you’re so small.” 

“Y-yeah,” Candy lied. She didn’t want to eat anything after marinating in Mr. Hardon’s foul gastric juices for hours. She had been beyond terrified when he swallowed her, since he hadn’t given her the pill. She thought she was going to die. When the fumes and chemicals in his stomach failed to burn or suffocate her, however, she figured he must have slipped her a pill in the food he gave her, and his real motivation for being nice to her was revealed. Despair clawed at her, but she tried her best to fight it off and conceal it, for Martin’s sake. She didn’t want to make him feel bad. 

Martin got his food out of the break room fridge and heated it up in the microwave, holding Candy against him as he did so. He petted her with his fingers to soothe her, since he could tell she wasn’t doing well, although he didn’t know the real reason why. He decided to take her to his cubicle, rather than stay in the break room. He sat down, setting her on his desk, and showed her what he brought for lunch. 

“I made this myself last night. Fried chicken and biscuits with gravy. Feel free to have some if you want.” At the mention of biscuits, Candy’s face drained of color and she started to tremble. Her experience from just that morning was still too fresh in her mind to let go. She vividly recalled swimming in digestive fluids in blackness, churning among chunks of dissolving breakfast foods, dodging more ingested slop as it rained down from above, taking in all the repulsive sounds and odors. She dropped to her hands and knees and barfed. 

“Oh, you poor thing! You must be getting sick!” Martin cried. He cleaned up her mess with a napkin and collected her frail, listless body in his hands. “You want me to take you home?” 

Candy wanted to say yes, but she wasn’t sure if Mr. Hardon would get upset with her and give her some deplorable punishment if she left early. She gave a faint shrug. Martin hugged her against his chest and whisked her away to the boss’s office. Mr. Hardon was typing on his computer. He appeared to be in a good humor, so Martin hoped he would let them leave early. 

“Mr. Hardon, Candy is sick and just threw up all over my desk. Do you mind if I help her home?” Martin asked.  

Mr. Hardon looked up with a stern expression. He was starting to really dislike Martin, due to his close proximity to Candy. “Fine. But I want you back here as soon as you’re done.”  

Martin left the office, taking the elevator down to the lobby. He stopped when he stepped outside. “Candy, do you want me to drop you off at the station? Or would you prefer to rest at my apartment until I get home?” 

Candy picked the obvious choice, and Martin chauffeured her to his domicile. He took her into the bedroom and set her down gently on one of the pillows on his bed so she would be comfortable. He brushed some strands of hair off her face, gave her a soft kiss, and whispered some tender parting words to her before leaving to finish out his workday. 

Even though Candy wasn’t sick in actuality, she was tired and depressed, so she lay where Martin had left her on the pillow. She had no energy or motivation to rouse herself. The apartment was quiet and peaceful, and she was comforted being surrounded by Martin’s things. With nothing to occupy her mind except the torment of her existence, she eventually fell asleep. 

She woke up when Martin returned from work and opened the front door. She could tell he was trying to be quiet, but with his colossal size such a task proved difficult for him, particularly since his footsteps alone vibrated the floor. He padded in to check on her and she pretended to be asleep. He stood over her, gazing down at her for a minute before changing out of his suit and into more casual clothing, as silently as he could manage. He left the room and carefully closed the door behind him so Candy could get more rest. 

The daylight outside slowly drained away and the sky grew soft. Martin came back in to check on her. He was balancing a tiny human bowl of soup in his palm, trying his best not to spill it. He offered the food to Candy and she gladly slurped it up, since she was hungry after throwing up her breakfast. She ate a second bowl and some toast and cracker crumbs. Martin was relieved to see she was physically doing better, but spiritually she still seemed drained. He supposed it made sense, if she was ill and lacked energy. 

It was too early to go to sleep, but Martin undressed and settled his vast frame on the bed. He laid on his side and held Candy gently against his immense chest, cuddling with her. She was in paradise, enveloped by his soft, warm body. His Giant heartbeat and breathing made her feel safe. His natural scent calmed her into a serene state. She believed, as long as Martin held her as he did, everything would be alright. He could protect her from the evils of the world. 

Candy dreaded going to work the next day, but she felt she didn’t have a choice. She was certain Mr. Hardon would not react well to her skipping out on work and would retaliate against Martin. She tried her best to outwardly stay positive and happy, so Martin wouldn’t suspect anything. Her excuse of being sick helped explained her muted reactions. She convinced Martin she was healthy enough to work, so he tucked her into his shirt pocket and headed out. 

Candy felt worse and worse the closer they got to the Big Corp building. She didn’t want to go in. She felt like she couldn’t endure any more abuse. Her heart couldn’t take it. She wanted to burst into tears and tell Martin to take her far away from here, somewhere, anywhere, where they could live together in sweet bliss and no harm would befall either of them. Alas, she couldn’t see how such a fantasy could be possible. Martin poked his fingers into his pocket and Candy climbed up into them so he could pull her out. He set her down on her desk and crouched down to her level so he could see her better. 

“I’ll be back at lunch,” he told her, stroking her face with the lightest touch of his pointer finger. “I love you.” He smiled and stood up.  

“Love you too,” she replied, reaching for his finger with her hands as he pulled away. “Don’t go,” she whispered to herself, too quiet for Martin to hear as he strode away. Her heart jumped into her throat as Mr. Hardon emerged from his office with a savage leer. 

“Martin! Wait up!” he called, following the other Giant down the hall with pounding footsteps that rattled the nearby desks. He was hauling a thick ream of papers under his arm. 

Martin turned around. “Yes, sir?” 

“I have some important work I need you to complete as soon as possible,” he demanded, shoving the papers haphazardly into Martin’s arms. “Very important stuff. By the end of the week, if possible.” 

Martin raised his eyebrows as he leafed through the big stack. “Oh, dear... this is a lot. I don’t know if I’ll be able to-” 

“Is there a problem, Martin?” Mr. Hardon interjected, raising his voice. 

Martin shrank back a bit, surprised by the boss’s aggression. “N-no, sir, I’ll get it done. I’ll get right on it. I’ll work overtime if necessary.” He briskly headed over to his desk, scratching his head. He was going to have his hands full. 

“Good riddance,” Mr. Hardon muttered under his breath, and made his way over to Candy’s desk. “Why, good morning, my tasty little snack! Are you ready for another day?” 

“No! Don’t touch me!” Candy implored. “Please... I beg you... just leave me alone...” She began to cry. Mr. Hardon ignored her supplications and coiled his hand around her, making her squeak with alarm. He carried her into his office, like a falcon might carry a mouse in its talons to its nest, and slammed the door behind him. 

A few cubicles down, Ronny eavesdropped on the whole exchange with curiosity. He could hear Candy’s muffled high-pitched screams through the closed door, and the bass rumble of Mr. Hardon’s voice, though he couldn’t make out what the Giant was saying to her. Ronny’s face and body were still bruised up from the beating he had gotten from Martin. He blamed Candy. As he listened to the voices through the door, Candy’s shrieks became more strained and frantic, and Mr. Hardon was making odd noises, like low moans. Ronny’s lips curled into a bitter smirk. He believed she deserved whatever came to her. 

Chapter 38

Chapter 1

#g/t writing #g/t #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #size difference #g/t fluff #giant tiny #g/t vore #big corp inc #gt fluff

[radical-revolution]

Dogfish

I wanted

The past to go away, I wanted

To leave it, like another country; I wanted

My life to close, and open

Like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song

Where it falls

Down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;

I wanted

To hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,

Whoever I was, I was

Alive

For a little while.

…mostly, I want to be kind.

And nobody, of course, is kind,

Or mean,

For a simple reason.

And nobody gets out of it, having to

Swim through the fires to stay in

This world.

—Mary Oliver

[dk-thrive]

You don't want to hear the story of my life, and anyway, I don't want to tell it

You don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen

to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.

And anyway it’s the same old story— a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive.

Mostly, I want to be kind. And nobody, of course, is kind, or mean, for a simple reason.

And nobody gets out of it, having to swim through the fires to stay in this world.

—Mary Oliver, from “Dogfish,” Dream Work (The Atlantic Monthly Press, May 1, 1986) (via The Vale of Soul Making)

#Mary Oliver #struggle #survive #persevere #empathy #kind #kindness #help

[hazelnuthelper]

Empires SMP Fanfic: All that Remains of Our Lives

The water had returned. He hadn’t noticed at first, still believing he was out in open ocean until he’d stumbled upon the ruins. He had barely recognized them, pristine quartz that had once been so carefully maintained now covered in a layer of barnacles and algae.

The cold of the ocean doesn’t bother him, but Jimmy still shudders. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, coming back here. He already had an idea of what he’d find. But still. He hadn’t expected to stumble upon it so soon.

He takes a deep breath, gills fluttering shakily, and releases a trail of bubbles from his mouth before he swims down towards the ruins.

Most of the Ocean Empire’s buildings have sunk, the artificial islands that had kept them afloat having long since degraded. A pale pink axolotl is swimming in and out of the cracked house nearest to him. A regular one. All the villagers have long since gone. Jimmy can tell that much. Nobody has been living here for a very long time.

Lizzie. His sister. His seabling. He wonders what happened to her, after all that had happened. After all that he did.

His fault. All of it, his fault.

“Stop,” he tells himself. “Just stop it. You can’t take it back now.”

Wallowing in guilt will do nothing. It won’t bring back the home that he and everyone else lost. Although maybe he deserves to wallow. What right does he have, to forgive himself?

He takes another shuddering breath. He’s beginning to think it was a mistake, coming back here.

It’s not too late to leave. He can stop here, swim off back into the open ocean and continue his solitary journey. That would probably be the smart thing to do. Or maybe just the cowardly one. He doesn’t know, really.

He pulled back from the ruins, swishing his tail through the water and pauses. He can’t leave, he realizes. Not after he’s come all this way. Whatever force had compelled him to return in the first place is holding him here.

He needs to go home.

Jimmy leaves the ruins behind, swimming up to the surface of the ocean. The only structure still standing is the Prisma Palace, still tall and proud upon the rocks, and for a moment Jimmy thinks with a burst of hope that Lizzie might still be here.

His hopes are quickly dashed when he swims closer. The palace may not have decayed in the same way as the rest of the empire, safe from the salty corrosion of the ocean and all that lives within, but that doesn’t mean it was left untouched by the passage of time. The quartz walls are worn from the salty wind. Green vines, once carefully maintained at the base of the palace, have spread upwards, wrapping their way around the structure. One of the bridges has collapsed. Nobody has been here for a long time either.

Of course not. Lizzie’s empire was destroyed. There wouldn’t be any reason for her to stay in a place where her people could no longer survive.

There’s nothing more for him to see here, in this abandoned empire. But still, he’s afraid to leave.

To the south is his own Empire. If he squints, he can barely see the land on the horizon. He’s not sure he’s ready to visit yet.

He swims into Pixandria through one of the winding rivers that connects to the sea. Lizzie’s road is long gone but he knows the path well enough to not get too lost.

There’s Pixandria to the west and Mezalea to the east. He doubts he’ll find anything better there. But he can’t go home and he can’t stay here. And maybe, just maybe Jimmy will find something. Someone. A spark of hope.

The first time he sees another person, he does a double-take, stopping to stare out from the water. He’s on the outskirts of the city, where intricate copper and sandstone buildings adorned with carved patterns are replaced by smaller, flat roofed houses. He can see carefully-maintained fields of hardy crops, cooking fires smoking on rooftops, and sheets and clothes hung up to dry, swaying in the light desert breeze. Most importantly, there are people. He can see them from the riverbed, someone hauling water upstream, another lounging in the shade of an overhang, two children play-fighting with sticks.

It’s disorientating, the sharp contrast between the silent desolation of the Ocean Empire and Pixandria. This place is alive, and if it was touched by the disaster, no signs of damage remain. At least here in the outskirts.

It makes sense, Jimmy supposes. Pixandria was the furthest empire from the explosion, and there were no dense forests through which a raging fire might spread. If any of the empires were to be spared, it would be this one.

Come to think of it, he doesn’t remember seeing Pix at spawn. He hadn’t really been paying much attention at the time, more distracted by the chaos unfolding and Fwhip’s assumed death to take note of who was and wasn’t present.

Is Pix still here? Jimmy feels a burst of hope at the thought. Pix was his ally after all. Or at least he had been. Who knows what he thinks of Jimmy now.

Regardless, Jimmy wants to see him. He ducks back under the water and swims upstream as rapidly as he can.

The heart of Pixandria is thriving. Jimmy drags himself out of the water in a secluded spot, wrapping his waterproof cloak tightly around him. He doubts he’ll be recognized, but he’d rather not take the risk of facing any angry citizens.

He receives a few odd looks from passersby on his way to the Palace, no doubt wondering what such an odd looking stranger was doing in the heart of their city, dripping a trail of water all over the place. Jimmy ignores them. He’s on a mission and he won’t be deterred.

The layout of the city has changed, and Jimmy quickly becomes lost in its maze, wandering in circles in the hopes he might run into Pix. He’d always been a pretty hands-on ruler. It wouldn’t be too strange to see him out on the streets, either in disguise or flanked by bodyguards.

When he finally stumbles upon a structure he recognizes, he freezes.

It’s the vigil, or at least what had once been the vigil. The original structure still stands proud and tall, candles flickering in the wind. The floating lanterns dance in the breeze, tied to the structure to keep them from floating away. One is beginning to sag.

It looks untouched from the last time Jimmy had seen it. Maybe a few more candles had been added. He isn’t sure if they would be from before or after the incident.

Past the vigil is a new building. It’s taller than the vigil, copper spiraled roof stretching up into the air in a peak. It’s small but ornate, doors carved in an intricate pattern.

“Jimmy?”

Jimmy jumps with a startled yelp, spinning around at the sound of the familiar voice. Behind him is a hooded figure, one Jimmy is almost certain that he recognizes.

“Pix? Is that really you?”

Pix pulls his hood back slightly, tilting his head upwards to meet Jimmy’s eyes. “In the flesh.”

He looks different, Jimmy thinks. Older. More tired. Humans age so fast, after all. For Jimmy, five years was nothing. For Pix, it must have been far longer.

“You stayed?” He asks. He’d kind of assumed that everyone had left. That they’d all lost their home the way he had. But he hadn’t really known for certain.

“Pixandria wasn’t damaged too badly,” Pix says. “I had to stay here. For my people.”

An uncomfortable silence passes between them. Jimmy drags a foot along the brick path. Pix is watching him, waiting for him to say something.

“Are there…are there others?” Jimmy asks, hopeful. Like maybe everyone’s already come back, ready to start anew and rebuild everything. And then things can go back to the way they were before. “Um, the Emperors, I mean. Did any of the others stay?”

It’s a silly idea. Lizzie, at the very least, isn’t here. Or maybe she is, maybe she’d rebuilt somewhere else, leaving her kingdom to the sea. That could be possible, right?

But Pix shakes his head and Jimmy’s hopes are dashed. “I’m the only one who stayed.” He says. “You’re the first ruler I’ve seen since then.”

Since then. Since the disaster. Since all of their lives changed forever.

“Ah,” Jimmy says. He tries not to look too disappointed. He doesn’t want Pix to think he’s that naive, that he really believed for a moment that everything could be okay again.

But Pix’s gaze has turned towards the vigil. His expression is pensive, unreadable to Jimmy. “Have you come to pay your respects?” he asks in a quiet, somber voice.

“What, at the vigil?” Jimmy cocks his head in confusion. It was a nice gesture, he thinks, the vigil. A mark of every death barely averted by Pixandria’s totems. Jimmy, and all the other rulers, may be royalty, but they’d all had a number of close calls. But Jimmy didn’t really see the point of paying respects for the living. “Why?”

The building is dark. It’s bigger than it looked from the outside and Jimmy’s footfalls on the sandstone floor echo around him. At the back wall, the only lights in the darkness, are four candles. Orange. Lime. Black. Cyan. He doesn’t remember whose was whose.

Pix just stares at him, and Jimmy thinks he looks like he’s aged much more than five years.

Jimmy doesn’t think he’s that smart, or good at piecing things together. But he’s smart enough to grasp the painful truth of a special altar, of four candles, of paying respects.

It feels like there’s something caught in his throat. “I don’t understand,” he says. “I thought…I thought everyone made it out okay. They did, didn’t they?”

Pix is silent for a moment, and so Jimmy keeps going.

“I mean, I saw everyone back then, at the meeting. Even…even Fwhip. It was everyone, except you, and you’re here now, so…”

He trails off. Something is sinking in his chest. He swallows hard, eyes fixed on the flickering flames. Pix takes a few steps forward to stand beside him and Jimmy pulls his gaze away from the candlelight. The flames dance on Pix’s face, shadows filling every wrinkle.

“We don’t know everything that happened,” Pix says at last. “Sausage left a message for the others, but that’s all we have.”

He goes quiet again. Jimmy can only hear his own heavy breathing in the darkness. It smells like candle smoke. He’d thought the smell was pleasant, once. Now it’s sickening.

“Sausage said Pearl was bound to her empire. So when it burned, she…” Pix shakes his head. “And Sausage…he wrote he had to sacrifice himself to stop the blood sheep. We found his body afterwards, in the summoning circle.”

Stop, Jimmy wants to say. Stop. I don’t want to hear. I don’t want to know. But his voice catches in his throat and the only thing that comes out is a shuddering breath.

Pearl and Sausage. Pearl and Sausage gone, dead, because of him. He doesn’t want to believe it. He can’t believe it.

“Joey…we think he died when his palace collapsed. But we can’t know for sure.”

Joey. He’d been so angry over what Jimmy had done. And even though the two of them had never really gotten along, Jimmy couldn’t blame him. He’d be angry at him too. Was angry at him too.

“And Scott…we don’t know what happened to him either. The body of the demon was there too. I guess they killed each other.”

Scott. Scott, his ally. Scott, who Jimmy thinks might have liked him at some point. At least it had seemed that way. Jimmy hadn’t been able to tell for sure. He didn’t think he was very lovable, after all. And he had no idea how to respond to Scott any which way.

He’ll never get the chance. Now it was too late. Jimmy shudders again, his eyes moving back to the candlelight. Scott’s candle is burning low, wax melting into a pool on the candle holder. Pix steps forward with a new cyan candle, lights it from the old one, and carefully sets it down beside the others. He pinches the old candle out. The smoke tastes heavy and acrid in Jimmy’s lungs.

“Who’s ‘we’?” Jimmy manages to say. It’s all he can say. He doesn’t want to think of anything else, of everything that has happened.

“Me and Joel. He left pretty soon after to look for Lizzie. Nobody knows what happened to her. But he’s determined to find her. Insists she’s still out there. Made me promise not to light a candle for her.”

“Oh,” Jimmy says. His voice sounds hollow in his ears. He can’t think about whether or not Lizzie is okay. If she’s alive. He just can’t.

“As for Shrub and Katherine, they both left when their empires burned. I guess they’re still out there somewhere. Like you were. Gem’s Empire is still occupied. She left with Fwhip. Sends a message every now and again. It seems like they’re doing alright.”

“Oh,” Jimmy repeats. Maybe he should be relieved, to know at least some of them had made it out alright. But he doesn’t. He just feels hollow, rung dry. He shuts his eyes and the candlelight still burns. He thinks if he stays here any longer, he’s going to be sick.

Pix sets a hand on his shoulder and he jumps. “Let’s go back outside,” he says, voice calm and clear and oh so tired. Jimmy just nods, lets himself be led out of that room.

Outside, he can breathe again. Almost. The candlelight stays fixed in his eyes, an afterimage. It feels more like a ghost.

On the horizon, the sun is beginning to set. Soon, the monsters will begin to roam.

“You should stay for the night,” Pix says. “Go…wherever you plan to go in the morning.”

The night is quiet and dark. Jimmy lays spread out on the elegant bed of Pixandria’s guest house, tangled in the silk sheets. He can’t sleep, even though his mind is fuzzy and he’s dead tired. The same thought keeps circling in and out of his mind.

Jimmy still doesn’t trust himself to speak, so he just nods.

Dead. They’re dead. Pearl. Joey. Sausage. Scott. He’d killed them.

It’s slowly sinking in, seeping through the outer layer of his skin into his heart. It had been bad enough, knowing that he’d taken away everyone’s home. He’d thought it ended there. But no, his crime was far, far greater. And now, Jimmy knows that he can’t ever be forgiven.

It’s too quiet, too dark. Jimmy feels like he’s suffocating. He wraps a hand around the sheets, clenches them in a fist. It doesn’t feel right, being here. He’s used to sleeping in underwater caves and holes in coral, tucked out of view of potential predators. Being back here, like this, like a ruler, doesn’t feel right. He doesn’t belong here anymore, if he ever did at all.

He can’t leave yet, though. It’s too dangerous, and Jimmy has never been the best at surviving. He doesn’t have any more totems, no more protection from his advisors, nothing but his own bare bones survival skills. On land at night, he’ll almost certainly die.

Die, just like the others. He doesn’t want that. And surely they hadn’t either.

Pearl. Sausage. Joey. Scott. Dead, because of him.

He says his goodbyes to Pix, gives him one final wave before he sets out again, once more unsure of where he’s going. He already knows the fate of all the other empires. The only place left for him to go is his own home, or at least what remains of it. But the thought of doing so still sits heavy in his chest.

Jimmy lays awake until the sun begins to stream through the window.

His feet carry him to Mythland instead. He doesn’t know why, there’s nothing for him to see here. Maybe it’s out of some sense of duty to the dead, maybe some part of him believes that Pix is wrong. He doesn’t know.

Mythland is dead and silent. The wheatfields are overgrown, golden waves transformed into chest high thickets of weeds that have begun to eat through the rotting wood of their fences. Jimmy makes his way gingerly along the crumbling path, stepping around scattered bones. He feels like he’s in a graveyard. In a way, he is.

His feet lead him to the summoning circle. The bridges around have collapsed into the ditch below, into the piles of bones that fill it in some sort of macabre display.

This is where Sausage died. Jimmy doesn’t understand it, doesn’t understand what the blood sheep have to do with the explosion. But there must have been a connection, the two events were too close to each other to be coincidence.

Or maybe not. Maybe this isn’t Jimmy’s fault for once. He can’t dare to hope.

Pearl’s Empire. Gilded Helianthia. There’s nothing left of it when Jimmy arrives. The wooden buildings, the crop fields, the giant vine centerpiece, all gone. All that’s left are the remains of copper roofs, singed black and collapsed when the walls gave way, and broken deepslate foundations. The only signs that anyone had ever lived here at all.

He can’t stay in Mythland for long. He moves on.

Pix had said that Pearl was connected to her empire in some way. That its destruction had killed her too. It’s so grim, Jimmy thinks. Pearl had nothing to leave behind. Not even ruins, the memory that people had once been here. A few more years, and nature will have reclaimed all of it. It’s like she’s been erased from existence, destined to be forgotten. Jimmy won’t forget, will carry those memories for hundreds of years to come. But he’s not naive enough to think that will make a difference.

He walks along what might have once been a street, until he trips over a stone foundation covered by grass. What remains of Gilded Helianthia is reclaimed by nature. A rabbit pokes its head out of a hole in the ground. Nearby, a cow is grazing. On the banks of the river are large bird’s nests, eggs wrapped in twigs and golden down.

He makes his way through the remains of House Blossom. Most of the buildings still stand, though the castle has fallen. The walls are covered in flowering vines, in fact the whole of the empire is covered in a thick layer of massive flowers, surrounding one giant pink blossom that stretches up high above the others. If this place had once burned, any signs of destruction have long since been erased by nature.

The peace feels foreboding. Jimmy doesn’t want to be here any longer.

Rivendell. Jimmy walks along dried lava flows, hardened into dark obsidian. Wrapped around the remains of the buildings are tentacles, dark and petrified with time. Jimmy isn’t sure about coming here, even though Pix had said the demon was dead. He doesn’t want to stay for long. But it feels like he has a duty to visit.

He wonders where Katherine has gone, what she’s doing now. If she knows that life has returned to her empire, in one way at least.

Rivendell’s buildings are crumbling, just like the others. Ice has frozen and thawed in the cracks of stone and calcite foundations and water runoff has rotted wooden beams. The slopes of the mountainsides are slick with snow and ice. Jimmy falls a few times, struggling to make his way to the top.

He stops to rest by the remains of the Sheep Shack, leaning against a crumbling wall as he breathes heavily from the climb. He looks out over the destruction of Scott’s Empire, of crevices etched into the earth and spiraling tendrils that make him feel slightly uneasy.

What happened to Scott, he wonders. Was that his fault too, or not. It probably was. He doesn’t really want to know.

He wonders if Scott blamed him, in the end. If he hated him, for robbing him of both his home and his life. He’ll never know now.

It doesn’t matter anymore what he felt about Scott or what Scott felt about him. Scott is dead and Jimmy is no longer Codfather or Codboy. He’s nothing, a nobody. He’ll spend the rest of his long life wandering alone. That’s his fate, his punishment for his crimes.

Still, he spends a minute longer in Rivendell, his legs demanding that he stay, that he face what he’s done.

The Crystal Cliffs are, like Pixandria, still alive. Jimmy observes from the outskirts. He knows he won’t meet Gem here, Pix had said she’d long since left. There isn’t any reason for him to intrude on the lives of the people here.

“I’m sorry,” he says to the empty air. His words mean nothing. They reach no one. Jimmy moves on.

He watches them from the cliffside, tiny people like ants making their way around the village below, figures in cloaks weaving in and out of the well-maintained school building. The wizard tower sits behind him. He doesn’t know if anyone still lives there or if it sits empty, a reminder of the ruler that had once lived there.

There is nothing to see in the Grimlands, because there’s nothing left. No people, no animals, it’s as if life itself is repulsed by the destruction that the explosion had wrought.

He hopes they’re happy. He hopes they can live in peace, without the memories of the tragedy that had taken place on this continent. Maybe, someday, even in his lifetime, people will return to the ruins as well and reclaim them. Remake the empires from the ground up, erase the traces of what had once been there, tragedy and all. He’s not sure if that would be a good or bad thing.

The crater is still smoking, burning materials deep in the rubble piles that continue to burn. The plants on the outskirts are dead, stained with a deep red that reminds Jimmy of blood. He’s never wanted to be anywhere less in his life than right here.

He wishes he could pin everything on Fwhip, on his reactor and his stupid salmon. It had been his idea after all, the suggested way to earn his Codfather head back. But he knows that he can’t. Fwhip had done it for him. He’d been trying to help. And he’d paid the price and lost everything in the process. He’d even ensured Jimmy’s safety before his own.

No, Jimmy can’t blame him. This is a burden for them both to carry in full. He hopes that wherever Fwhip is, that he’s okay.

The Undergrove, like House Blossom, is overgrown, but with mushrooms rather than flowers. Nothing remains of the buildings, all made of organic and flammable material. The Undergrove had been right next to the explosion. It had never stood a chance.

This is one place where life won’t return for a long time to come. A reminder. It feels worse than nothing at all.

The Jungle of the Lost Empire is too dense for Jimmy to easily make his way through. He stays at the outskirts, peering through the thick trees and vines. Some of the temples have survived from what he can see, although they’ve been tarnished.

He wonders, too, where Shrub has gone. He hopes she’s happy. That she’s found her people, maybe even returned to her old life. Maybe she had been able to put everything behind her. Jimmy doubts he’ll ever know for sure.

Joey had never been his ally. Jimmy had always been kind of afraid of him, between whatever he had going on with the demon and his general dislike for Jimmy and his empire. But Jimmy would have never wished this upon him. Wouldn’t have wished it upon anyone.

He can wonder if Scott hated him, but he knows for certain that Joey did. He can’t do anything about that anymore. It’s too late to make amends, if amends could be made at all. He’d tried to do that with Fwhip, after all.

There’s only one empire left to visit. Mezalea has more or less survived. The Matral Palace is being rebuilt; he can see tiny figures of Mezalean citizens climbing up and down scaffolding. Waiting, perhaps, for their ruler to return with his wife. Jimmy hopes for their sake, for Joel’s sake, for Lizzie’s sake, for his own sake, that they do return someday, safe and sound. And another vestige of a home can be maintained.

Had it been wrong for them to try and reconcile? He’d thought he was doing the right thing, the mature thing, by making peace with him. Maybe he’d been too overzealous, too careless in his actions. Maybe they could have made peace without destroying everything. He’ll never know now.

He lingers in Mezalea for far too long, avoiding the citizen’s attention with the aid of his cloak. There’s only one place left for him to go, one place he has to go. It was the reason he’d come in the first place.

But Jimmy’s afraid. He doesn’t want to see, he doesn’t want to know. It would have been better not to learn the fates of the other empires, and he’s sure that’s the case for his own as well.

He waits on the cliffside of the Empire, above the sea as it crashes against the brilliantly colored rocks below. He’s trying to psyche himself up. Surely it won’t be that bad. Can’t be worse than all he’s already learnt and seen.

Still, he hesitates. Until at last the sun begins to set again and he’s forced back into the water to find a hollow for the night. That’s what he’s used to these days.

He sleeps only a bit, tossing and turning. He dreams about something he can’t remember, and wakes with a painful nostalgia lingering in his chest. The world that can’t come back anymore.

He’s not ready when he reaches his empire. Not ready to see what has become of his home.

Finally, when Jimmy can wait no longer, he lets his feet carry him home. His legs are numb and heavy, and yet he moves them along regardless, only vaguely aware of the direction he’s traveling.

The water has returned here too, emptied seabeds refilled with the passage of time. The rest of his empire has not fared so well. The wooden buildings have rotted and collapsed, covered in barnacles and algae from the changing tide. He can still make out some of the buildings, if he looks closely enough. Much of them have been washed out to sea, wood and stone and all.

Jimmy’s legs are shaking. He sits down on a half-rotted log that might actually be the beam to some long-destroyed house. He pulls his knees up to his chest, feeling like a foolish child. He doesn’t know what else he was expecting.

His people have long since gone. He wonders where they went, if they made their way to Pixandria or Mezalea, or started their own settlement somewhere else. He doesn’t want to think of any other options.

It feels like he abandoned them. He did abandon them. But he couldn’t be their ruler anyway. Surely he would have led them to even greater hardship than he already had. It’s better this way. He tells himself that again and again.

Slowly, Jimmy stands up. He has to see the water. He has to know if the cod have returned.

So many of them had died, due to his foolishness. So many innocent lives lost. It wasn’t just the blood of the other emperors on his hands.

Still, some of them must have lived. They must have.

He makes his way over to the shore of the swamp, wading into the thick, murky water. He kicks up mud from the seafloor as he ducks under, waiting for it to settle.

There’s nothing. No fish, neither salmon nor cod nor anything else. Only thick algae crawling along the remains of wooden huts and sunken fishing boats.

They hadn’t come back. Of course not. What was left for them here, after the destruction.

Jimmy tries not to let himself feel too disappointed. He should have expected this from the start.

The water feels suffocating even as he breathes hard through his gills. He shuts his eyes and swims back to shore, hauling himself up onto the muddy bank. It stains his elbows and knees, but that doesn’t matter. He’ll wash later, when he leaves. He’s sure that will be soon.

Little of his empire is left standing. The materials that had once composed his empire could not have withstood the test of time regardless. The tower is in decent condition, but the top part has collapsed. Joel’s gargantuan statue is in ruins, most of the paint wearing off. It’s barely recognizable now. The Iron Cod statue has sunken to the bottom of its refilled pond, covered in thick algae.

Only one structure is left fully standing, atop the hill. The sturdy stone building had held strong, spared from the rotting of the wood and the battering of the waves. The roof is only partially collapsed from what he can see.

Jimmy makes his way up the hill to the Church of Cod. It had all begun here, hadn’t it? His desperate efforts to regain his status in the eyes of the council. And it had led him here.

He’s not worthy of the head. He never had been and never will be. Really, he shouldn’t even step foot inside the church.

But he does anyway. It’s the only place left standing. The only remnant of his home.

He pushes open the rotting wooden door, fighting against rusty hinges. The church is silent. From the altar, blank fish eyes stare back at him.

Jimmy barely even feels his knees hitting the floor, breaking through rotten beams into stone foundation below. He just stares forward at the head, waiting for him on the altar. It watches him with dark, judging eyes.

Jimmy wants to believe it was placed here after the explosion, as some sort of joke perhaps, but he knows it wasn’t. The Cod council had probably died with all the others, and even if they hadn’t, they never would have returned it to him after he’d killed so, so many cod.

He’s not sure whether to scream or laugh or cry. Instead, he doubles over, a choked whine forcing its way out of his throat. He slams a fist against the floorboards once, then again, until the wood gives way, splinters jabbing into his skin. He pulls his arms back under his head, buries his face in them, and breathes heavily. He thinks he might be dying. He almost hopes he is.

Jimmy isn’t sure how long he lays there, under the judging eyes of the Codfather head, wishing he could sink through the floor and into the mud below and dissolve. His mind is a blur again, just as it had been back at the altar. He thinks he can smell candle smoke. He thinks he can see those flickering flames through his eyelids.

It was all for nothing. All of it. All of the death and destruction, all because he was too hasty, too foolish, too desperate to find a solution to a problem that had already been solved. He hates himself. He deserves to be hated. He hoped all four of them cursed his name. He’ll curse it for the rest of his life.

He never should have come here.

At last, he rises to his feet, stumbling back through the heavy door and slams it shut. He leaves the head on the altar. He can’t take it. He’s not worthy of it. He knows that for certain. The Codfather, Codboy, both of them are dead. All that’s left is Jimmy, the one who destroyed everything.

In a daze, he makes his way back to the swamp, sinking into the murky water once more. He takes one last long look at his home and wishes he didn’t. He never wants to see this place again.

He passes the remains of Lizzie’s empire once again on his way back to sea. He doesn’t look. He’s already seen all he needs to.

He never should have come here. Or maybe he should have. Maybe he deserved this, to know what he had truly done. Another weight to carry for the rest of a long and lonely life.

He swims back out into the dark sea. He doesn’t look back again.

#empires smp #empires fanfic #jimmy solidarity #empires pixl #empires jimmy #my fic #Just realized Tumblr removed all my paragraph breaks - _-

[monsterritory]

I love Sky:CotL. I love the clothing in the game and the endless unique ways you can express yourself with them. I love revisiting some of the places just to hang out with friends or appreciate the scenery. I love that world where you get to fly wherever you want and feel safe.

I love how they can get a little edgy at times like “oooh look we have dark dragons and lots of goth clothes c:”. 

But God Fucking Damn This Season. The only thing that’s been shattering this season is the game itself. 

Every single season had its own glitches. Sanctuary made us temporarily invisible to each other in the isles. Abyss seperated players weirdly during quests and brough forth a function that nobody asked for, or needed, or wanted, which doesn’t even make sense! (Drowning.) 

The multimillionare company ThatGameCompany ran out of money to have The Little Prince stay in the game half way through The Season of The Little Prince, which was almost as funny as it was sad. (Would be really funny if it happens to the next season too). 

But season of shattering just straight up refuses to function. 

Every day I am taunted by those red crystals forming on every realm’s portal. 

Every day I enter in, having checked the “God knows when it happens, we surely don’t” time frame for the seasonall event. 

Every. Single. Time. There are no crystals. I have maybe come across them once for every seasonal task that I was given, always a week or two late to it. I’ve been doing 100% on the daily tasks For Years, and have skipped a single candle of the daily tasks this season, because of that same fucking glitch. 

I am trying to be loyal to the game, and as someone who’s been invested in it since it became available on android (April 2020), I gotta say it’s Fucked. Every second decision the developers ever made gives you something new to hate. 

Season of Sanctuary. Surely the players would think that an island-sized xylophone that works once per 10 seconds is a worthy ultimate goal. 

Season of Prophecy. “We promise there will be lore!” There is none. You get a few cave paintings of the things you were shown when you started playing. Also this one passage in the Trial of Earth that yeets you from server to server and takes about 50 attempts to do. 

Season of Abyss. “Hey kids, lets recap some lore. You are made of light. Fire heals you. Clouds (water) heals you. Rain (cloud water) damages you. Yep, makes sense so far. You can swim (in water, obviously). Yep, adds up.” 

“You can’t breath under the water though. I mean, come on. Living porcelain angels who are immune to fire is already a stretch, we gotta make it somehow realistic c:” 

Season of Shattering. The Hourly-intended event only works once every 2 weeks. There is no promised lore. Added 5 new creative ways to die. Healing and helping others is twice as complicated. Don’t get me started on wanting 27 dollars for a blob on a stick as an accessory.

Sometimes I feel like they actively aim to make people stop playing the game. 

One of those days they’re just going to announce Season of Walking. They decided players would enjoy never being able to fly again. 

I am so fucking mad. 

#Venice.txt #long post #Sky:cotl #Sky Children of the Light