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[cantfuckbracket]

CAN'T FUCK BRACKET... 2!

(If you didn't participate last year, check out this post for a more coherent explanation)

[ID: A diagram full of ups and downs that say "we are so back" and "it's so over" respectively. Overlaid with it is the unfuckable pride flag. End ID]

Somehow, it's been a year since the beginning of the competition that proclaimed Lord Farquaad the ultimate unfuckable. And as threatened, I mean, promised, I am doing it again this year!

It is time for everyone to fight tooth and nail for their unfuckable faves, or their beloathed nemesises that make all the pussies clamp shut!

You can use this form to submit as many characters as you want, so long as you observe the rules of unfuckability:

Last year's contestants are only eligible if they did not make it past the group stage. Meaning, anyone who was on round 1 is inegilible, but characters who made it to the group stage and didn't advance are fair game. That's right, there's still time for a redemption arc for Reigen Arataka or Jiang Cheng! Although it seems the latter wouldn't deserve it. Thankfully, the world isn't fair. So check that your submission isn't featured in this post to make sure they're eligible!

NO Goofy. I can't go through that again

No real people unless they've been dead for at least 100 years. That's right, the criteria is looser this year! Unlike th- [i am shot]

"Being dead" is not in itself a reason to be considered unfuckable, otherwise this would become a deadguybracket 2.0. It's fine if that's mentioned but it can't be the only reason

The same applies to being ace and/or voluntarily celibate. This is for characters who CAN'T fuck, not characters who DON'T WANT to. Some people, however, fall into both categories, and that's okay 💖

"Can't fuck" can mean both "could never find a willing partner" and "would suck shit ass in bed". It's up to you

Just like last year, the whole point of this is propaganda, so you are legally required to start bloodbaths! (But practice common sense when interacting with actual real breathing people such as myself and the person campaigning for your adversary, please) Feel free to tag me in anything you create!

You can submit as many characters/historical figures as you want, but this year the amount of submissions will be part of the criteria to be accepted, so make sure you get other interested people to submit too! I am ready for the 300 Reigen submissions, I promise. (This is, obviously, my ploy to get Tumblr famous. Really though, last year many people submitted 73637383 characters and then only got involved with one of them, so I want to make sure people are actually interested in these characters this year)

And that's all, folks! Hope you're excited because I sure as hell am!

Submit characters here

#CFB2024 #psas #rules #announcements

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[heffrondriving]

*inhales*

this is fine

#ANYONE WHO SENT IN ANYTHING I LOVE Y'ALL AND I PROMISE I'M GONNA GET THERE WHATEVER IT TAKES JUST STRESSED BRAIM AND SLOW SYSTEM SJDDICIGKS #i did set myself up for this and it's been fun having even this much interaction so i have no one to curse for such folly but myself #and i've given up on clearing my drafts there is just. no fuxin way. i am a compulsive crow with hoarding tendencies so this is how we do #thanks for being patient despite my random bouts of disappearing acts and inconsistency on this blog <3 sorry i can't provide better stuff #it's a very one step forward ten steps back bc i take so long to finish requests that when i post them a new one spawns to take its place #(yes ik this isn't even *that much* but it's a lot for me esp in this half-dead rusher tumblr day and age so again. kisses if you ever hmu) #(ʃƪ＾3＾)~♡˖ a lil happy mwah from me inb4 our electricity goes out sjsjdhd happy saturday courtesy of our bs electricity provider #also maybe posty stuff today hopefully????? not that anyone want it but i think it's a comfy treat for me if nothing else :"> #do pretty girl don't speak #will delete

[frodolives]

1850s Tumblr Dashboard Simulator

👸🏻 girlbossladyjane Follow

It really makes me sick to see people giving money to penny weeklies when Franklin's expedition STILL has not been found 😭 There are good men out there trapped in unimaginable temperatures and literally all that's needed is a little more funding for another rescue mission yet all you guys seem to care about are your vulgar little stories...

🧔🏻‍♂️ queerqueg Follow

the franklin expedition is dead as hell

👸🏻 girlbossladyjane Follow

Disgraceful thing to say but I'd expect nothing more from a M*lville fan

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👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 hartgrindisreal

Sorry for posting so much about Tom Gradgrind/James Harthouse from Hard Times lately. It turns out that I was getting arsenic poisoning from my wallpaper? Anyway I took a seaside stroll and I'm normal now. Check your walls y'all

#whyyy did i assume they were committing unlawful actions together like where did i even get that from lol #hard times isn't even that good by dickens standards tbh

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🎨 asherbrowndurand

Just painted this

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ss-arctic-girlie-deactivated18540927

RIP Napoleon... you may have been unable to conquer Alexander's Russia but you sure as hell conquered Alexander's bed

🖼️ preraphaelitebro Follow

HERITAGE POST

📝 shakespearesforehead Follow

How does this have less than 100k notes you could literally not avoid this post back in the 20s lol

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🌄 loyalromantic Follow

poets just aren't dying young in mysterious water-related incidents like they used to :/

#as useless and degenerative as i find 'the living poets' and i'm glad we're finally moving on from them #i have to agree with op in this respect

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🎀 thefopdiaries Follow

I finally got a daguerreotype of myself ^_^ Porcelain urn for scaling

📜 bartlebi-thescrivener

i think i hauve consumption

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🐋 whaler4life

They found oil in the ground??? WTF. THIS IS LITERALLY THE WORSTTTT. FUCK MY LIFE FOR REAL THIS TIME

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🌿 naturesnaturalist Follow

I swear this website has 0 reading comprehension skills. Darwin NEVER claimed we "evolved" from apes like if one of you guys actually bothered to open his new book you'll see all his arguments are backed up by evidence. He actually makes a lot of sense

#sure there's nuance like i don't fully agree with all of it #but his general theory of natural selection seems pretty sound imo

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🤵🏻‍♂️ byronicherotournament Follow

🙈 butchbronte Follow

Of course these are the finalists lmao this website is so predictable. Anyway vote Heathcliff if you dont i'm going to assume you're a phrenologist

📖 sapphichelenburns Follow

It's not problematic to acknowledge the fact that Heathcliff was a brute like he literally killed dogs in case you forgot. #rochestersweep

🙈 butchbronte Follow

I love the implication here that Rochester never did anything cruel either. He literally locked his wife in the attic and lied to Jane about it 😭 like that was a pretty significant thing that happened

📖 sapphichelenburns Follow

And? God forbid women do anything

#why'd you have to pit two bad bitches against each other #anyway i'm not attracted to men but still went with rochester #bc in terms of living quarters thornfield hall > wuthering heights easily

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👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 hartgrindisreal

Not the Russian tsar dying immediately after hartgrind became canon

#i know dickens hasn't technically confirmed it yet but like. SOMETHING was strongly implied ok #see: my previous post #dickensposting

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👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 hartgrindisreal

LORD HELP ME. THE BODY LANGUAGE. THE WAY THEY'RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER. AHHHHHH

#this installment!!! im-- #dickensposting #i can't fucking cope #dickens wants to KILL us he wants us DEAD....

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⭐️ newamerican

Hi guys sorry I haven't been posting lately it's been so difficult getting to California 💀 I'm finally here now though just need to find a pickaxe and soon I'll be digging! :-) wish me luck lol

#gold #gold rush #gold rush grind #california #adventure

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[thebibliosphere]

To be clear, unless staff trips over the trail of extension cords keeping the servers running, Tumblr likely isn't going anywhere any time soon.

What the info we've seen suggests is that updates are going to slow down, maintenance is maybe going to get a little shaky, and we're going to see more glitches as time goes on and the remaining staff gets further behind their workload.

Is this a good thing? No, absolutely not.

Should you be panicking, jumping overboard, running for the hills, etc? Also no.

So what does it mean?

Well, for myself and several other creatives you all saw tagged in that post, it means we're looking around trying to figure out what to do in the long run. We're not running for the lifeboats. We're just eyeing the iceberg in the distance and getting our shit together in the event that the worst comes to pass.

Speaking for myself, I intend to crawl through the walls of Tumblr until they pry me out of the air vents armed with a broom and oven mitts. I'm not going anywhere until the lights go out, and even then, I'll be chewing on the wires.

But that doesn't mean I'm not looking around for somewhere to land when the time comes.

Myself and several others are not panicking about this, but we are trying to be organized about it.

I'm just old enough to remember when fandom websites being nuked overnight was a very real thing. You'd go to bed one night and wake up the next day to find friends you'd known for years were just gone with no means of contacting them because the site you'd been using got wiped. Entire collections of fandom history were just destroyed in the blink of an eye.

We don't want that again. And the good news is, we have time. We have time to back up our shit, time to swap contact info with our friends, and time to find a new place to exist within our communities while also staying here because Tumblr ain't dead yet.

She's just slowly going to wind down over time.

Unless, of course, they trip over the cables. Then we're fucked.

[jules-hoard-of-stuff]

Hi, reminder that the phrase "tumblr is not a safe space for x people" doesn't refer to people whose fandoms you are uncomfortable interacting with

It's for bigots and racists and transphobes and islamophobes and antisemites

That statement should not he dressed down as "haha just put up a DNI"

We need to make the website ACTIVELY hostile to the people who wanna kill and defame other people for reasons they were born with or choose with and live with harmlessly.

Being bigoted is a huge choice. One that can easily be changed

Tumblr isn't exactly the best internet haven, of course, but

The point of that statement is not "Oh nooo I don't like someone's fandom this isn't a safe place for them", it's "Hey, anyone who wants us dead, harmed or genocided in any way shape or form should PROBABLY be put outside and acted hostilely towards so they know this isn't their playground."

I think back to that one 'regular bar becomes nazi bar with one nice nazi' post for this

#decided to make my own post #bc that phrase has been tossed around like it just means you dont like someones blog #instead of its original meaning of 'bigots fuck the hell off'

[triflesandparsnips]

Lot of takes going around the internets about certain "deaths" in the ofmd season finale, so, uh-- guess it's time for me to try and lose some followers on tumblr dot com with

Some Thoughts on Why I Am Not Particularly Bothered or Concerned about Izzy's Apparent "Death"

Laying the groundwork first...

1. Narratively speaking, Izzy's been a dead man walking since the start of the season. Babe shot himself and got a rebirth-- but he still definitely intended to die. Every minute he was still around was borrowed time.

Did he have to die? Maybe not. I know I could've written a version of the show where he didn't. But then that would be my show-- not theirs. I can't know exactly what themes, bugbears, bête noires, catharsis, or artistic Vibes are driving that writers' room, and until the credits run on the finale of the third season, none of the rest of us can either.

2. Izzy spent the season being in a liminal state-- and there's nothing in the story saying that he can't continue doing that. Izzy spent the season having one foot in one space, one hoof in the other, and himself halfway through the door, a chimera of mirrored things right up to his "death": pirate and ship, hard and soft, old ways and new, etc etc. But "the gravy basket" is a weird little liminal space between life and death, a place that both Ed and Buttons have found (and returned from) before. We don't know where Izzy "is" right now-- he could be there.

(tbh, I wonder how much poor feeling we'd be having about all this if we'd gotten a final tag of a blue-washed Izzy staring down at a bowl of soup while helplessly saying "but this isn't gravy, what the fu--")

3. I think there is an unfortunate belief that "it's not real unless you see the body" is a universal -- or perhaps inarguable -- "fact" of storytelling. But it's not. It's just a bit of narrative shorthand that got popular, and now we're too ready to fall into the trap of believing the inverse is true too-- that if there is a body, then there must therefore have been a "real" death.

This season has spent quite a lot of narrative time and effort telling us that its story is using a different model, with different shorthands; specifically, that magic is real, that there is at least some kind of existence after death, and that the dead can be resurrected.

And that brings me to the meat of why I'm not particularly bothered or concerned about what, at this stage of the story, could still very well be just a minor setback--

4. This whole show, and particularly this season, is a fairy tale. It's a story that works with fairy tale logic and tropes, and it's in conversation with other fairy tales too, ones that the OFMD audience is likely to know well enough to spot their narrative beats in action. So "Pinocchio" gets mentioned a lot? Cool-- the audience applies what is commonly known of that story to this one ("a real boy", the mirror-opposite being a puppet with no nose, etc), and finds some Cool Shit. Then they're primed to keep looking for fairy tales, even unnamed ones, in case there's another little nugget of reward-dopamine for finding a connection.

So the fact that we saw a mermaid? Suddenly, I personally am noticing "Little Mermaid" motifs all over the place. That Ed was in a "sleep like death" -- after fucking around with a spinning wheel -- until his prince came to wake him? Well fuck, man, that's Blackbeard playing "Sleeping Beauty" for us all.

And bringing it all back to a "dead" Izzy Hands... when I add up a "dead" body surrounded by a bunch of laborers mourning the person who nominally kept their living space nice AND who was wanted dead by an authority figure for the crime of being the "better" version of what that figure wanted to be...

...well fuck, idk about the rest of you, but to me that all adds up to Izzy's story being Snow fucking White. Waiting for someone to come pull the bullet poisoned apple from his body so he can live again.

5. This is a second season. Of three. And Izzy Hands is the writer's favorite chewtoy, so there is lots of time, space, and incentive to bring him back. If there's a third season, we have a pile of ways he could be brought back over the course of hours of literal viewing time and possibly months of in-narrative time. That's ages.

And the solutions don't have to be difficult! For instance, we still have canonical hallucinations from Stede-- that's one route. Or fuck it, we could have Izzy's (very solid-looking) ghost be the embodiment of their being haunted by the Sea, that would work too.

And even barring all that-- his grave is right there with our heroes. The ship is out there hunting down his murderer. Even if you're happy he's dead... bad news, friend. He's all over the third season landscape. (uh oh, it's GNU Izzy Hands)

But those are just a few options that leave his body rotting but his character still alive. I happen to think we could all dream a little bigger, darlings. For instance:

A. You cannot tell me that these writers, on this show, with these actors, would not absolutely go all in on a zombie-esque hand thrusting out of the dirt mere hours after burial. Look me in the eyes and tell me Con O'Neill wouldn't pull off an entire digging-out scene only to end with himself panting beside the hole, looking around, hearing Ed and Stede being weird in their haunted hut, and wearily say, "Are you fucking kidding me."

B. Don't like zombies? Want to stay closer to the Snow White vibe AND introduce a love interest for him? One hyphenated word: body-snatcher. Gotta dig those bodies up fresh for the Definitely Historically Accurate anatomists of the time! But oh, says this New Guy, this corpse is-- wow, it's weird that they buried him with a rose and really amazing makeup and a truly extraordinary number of whittled whales, plus what's with that horsey leg grave marker, this guy must've been fucking fascinating, man, I wish I could've met him-- --at which point Izzy's hand shoots out and chokes the guy half to death and the lads come tumbling out of the house and ta da, mission accomplished, Izzy resurrected in 5 minutes or less with his horsey leg conveniently beside him and an entire season for himself and everyone else to Deal With It, amazing, fantastic, no notes from me.

C. Come to think of it, there is genuinely a non-zero chance that the crew just. Fucked up the burial. I mean... even though I was just arguing why we shouldn't see it as Law, we didn't actually see the body. We saw a grave. What did they bury him in? Was it a box? Was it some canvas? Did they definitely pick up the right one when it was time to bury him? Or did they maybe carefully make him an ahistorical safety coffin just in case a cat demon came to bother him and his corpse wanted to make a fuss about it, y'know, very common, could happen to anyone, and Frenchie just so happens to have Blackbeard's old collar bell right here--

6. Here's the bottom line, imo: The only thing that would keep Izzy really actually dead and completely removed from the story is a lack of narrative time and space-- and we have plenty of both. Stories are like Lego. If you've got enough time and you're willing to play with pieces from a whole lotta different sets, it's not hard to put the same elements together in different ways to get new, exciting configurations. It's why I'm actually rubbish at predicting exact details of stuff-- there are a lot of ways something could go, there are infinite doors out of problems the narrative seems to throw at us, and no two people will come up with the same thing because we're all different.

That, to me, is one of the big ways I personally enjoy and engage with stories. And it's why I genuinely can't be fussed about Izzy's death, not when we're only two-thirds through the story as a whole; observing someone setup and then try and execute a complicated narrative trick is my jam.

But my way of engaging with all this is by no means the best or only way. How we all interact with art, and what speaks to us, is extremely personal. If how this season and Izzy's death went just didn't work for you, that's okay. I'm sorry it wasn't the story you wanted it to be. That blows.

I just know I can't say yet that it didn't work for me. I won't know until I can take in the entire picture, just as I can't judge a finished Lego set by the one piece I step on midway through construction. I can see different ways Izzy's death/rebirth could absolutely work, but will the writer manage it? I dunno.

But I'm willing to wait and see if the stupid puppet can pull it off.

#will it be the content or the length that causes the unfollows? #WHO CAN SAY #but every day is Unfollowing Amnesty Day #farewell and be free #our flag means death #our flag means death s2 spoilers #our flag means death seasons 3 rampant speculation #izzy hands #engaging with stories #and curating your own experience #(but for real - I had to stop myself at just the few possibilities I gave for a resurrection) #(real talk if you ask me for more I can just-- come up with more) #(it's my party trick) #(for very certain kinds of very nerdy parties)

[luza-wayne]

I'll Protect You.

Gyutaro X Reader

Word Count: 8.4k

i actually posted this already here on tumblr, but the acc that i used got banned for who knows why

The squeals of the rats captured your attention while on your way to your house after you bought you and your father's dinner. You walked to where it came from and peeked at the dead end where the trash was usually thrown and picked up.

Your eyes enlarged when you caught how a boy impaled a rat with his kama. Before you could even ask him to stop it, he immediately picked them up and ripped out its skin with his bare teeth and gulped it down his throat and he didn't even waste the raw flesh.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” You ran to him and swatted the rat off of his hand.

As soon as you did that, he glared up at your tall figure compared to him. You got a little bit intimidated by his glare but you stood your ground.

“What are you doing?!” You asked him again.

“I'm eating.” He stands and snatches his hand from your hold.

“You're eating rats, oi!” You said as you grabbed your handkerchief and tried to wipe the blood around his mouth and on his chin.

The child, who was used to getting beat up, saw the hand coming close to him. The hands that would always hurt him. He crouched down to reach for his kama, but halts his movement.

It's gentle. He thought.

“Come on, look up at me so I can wipe the blood.” You told him and he absentmindedly complied.

After you were done, you smiled at him.

He widened his eyes, as if it's the first time someone smiled at him except his sister.

“That weapon is dangerous. You shouldn't be carrying that.” You said. “Your name?” You leaned down, while removing the dirt on his hair.

“Shabana G-Gyuutarou…” He stutters.

“Okay, Gyuutarou, why were you eating rats in the first place? That's not— Ah, anyway, please tell me why.” You asked him.

“I was hungry.” He shortly answered and held his stomach.

“Where do you live? What about your parents?” You questioned, as you look for something that you can give him.

“My mother always tries to kill me since I'm ugly. That's why, I search for my own food.” He uttered, making you freeze.

“What— What kind of moth— Argh! I don't even know what to say!” You said as you held the bridge of your nose.

You then stared at the dinner you just bought.

“Would you like to come with me then?” You invited him. He looks at you confused. “I'll treat you to dinner.” You said and stood properly.

You extended your hand to him, waiting for him if he'll accept it or not.

“A free dinner?” He repeated.

You nodded, smiling. “Mhmm. A free dinner.”

He connected his hands with yours, making you smile wider.

You two then started walking to your house.

“Hey, Gyuutarou, how old are you?” You asked him, trying to start a conversation.

“Seven…” He answered.

“Really? I'm sixteen! That means I'm a nee-san to you.” You proudly said.

“Nee-san?” He muttered.

“Just kidding. You don't have to call me if you don't want to, don't worry.” You told him. “Well, we're here.” 

You said as you opened the shoji screen to your house. You first look out if your father's footwear is there, thankfully, it isn't.

He's out. I have a few hours to cook, let Gyuutarou have a bath, and eat before he arrives.

“Welcome.” You welcome him.

Your house was separated from the other houses, if someone were to shout, it'll be difficult to hear. It’s because your father hates it so much when he hears loud noises. He was reluctant to come in first, but your welcoming aura made him take a step to you.

•••

“I-I'm done…” He announced.

You turned your head to him, and your eyes sparkled.

“Oh, it looks good in you! It's the only cloth we had that I thought was close enough to fit you, but still it fitted you perfectly!” You said as you looked back at the food you were cooking.

“Wait a minute, this will be done in a few seconds.” You told him. He just hummed.

He sat on the tatami floor and stared at the yoshoku, already with a bowl of rice on his side and to the front. The child was on cloud nine.

This will be the first time he had even eaten at a proper dining table. He suddenly thought about his younger sister and thought that he would leave some for them too.

“Okay, it's done!” You said.

You saw how he perked up with what you said, making you chuckle.

The first bite shouldn't be much different from how he eats outside, but…

It's so warm and delicious. He thought as he took a second bite. Not like the foods I find in the trash that’s cold and rotten.

While eating, you noticed how he didn't move the half side of his food.

“Why aren't you eating the other portio– Wait, did you not like the taste?! Sorry!” You panicked. 

“No, I just want to take home some for my little sister. I-It's delicious!” He said.

“What? So that was it? We can pack a separate one for her, so eat till you're full. Wait, I'll go get a bowl.” You said standing up.

Gyuutarou watches confusedly.

Why is she so nice to someone as ugly as me? Is she what they call a good person?

They do exist… 

People who will help me. 

Someone like me.

You came back to him with a large smile, and raised the bowl to show him it.

“Here. Make sure to delive–” 

The front door suddenly opened quite violently.

What?! It's this time already?!

You reached for Gyuutarou's hand and pulled him to the back door. The poor child was confused once again.

“Sorry, Gyuutarou. You need to leave now, okay?” You told him.

“O-Okay..” He just agreed as he accepted the food you handed him.

You opened the door and waved to him.

“Well then, goodbye, Gyuutarou. Ah, don't eat rats anymore, okay?” You reminded him and he nodded.

He raised his one foot over the fence, but he looked back at you.

“Thank you! For letting me eat for free. Thank you, N… Nee-san!” He said as he disappeared.

You weren't able to hold back your chuckle.

“You're welcome.” You whispered. “Ouch!” 

You winced in pain when something flew right to your head.

“Oi! Why are there two plates on the table?! You were just eating with someone, right? You damn wench! That was your lover, right? Huh?!” He shouts as he dashes towards you.

“You keep on refusing to be a courtesan and be a use to me and now you're flirting around with some men, huh?!” He said and held your jaw.

No matter what I say now, it won't change anything. He'll just get mad at everything. No point in fighting back.

•••

“AHHH!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU?!” The man wrapped around with Daki's obi cried while floating.

“You've done nothing. It's not you, it's your face.” Daki smirked. “It's just your face that never fails to make me infuriate.” She added.

“W-What?” The man asked.

“I wanted to play with you a little longer, but I really can't stomach seeing your face, so bye-bye~!” Daki sang as he released the tightness of her obi.

She then walks on the roof as she listens to the cries down the road.

“Hey, Onii-chan… When will I see Nee-san?” Daki talks to her brother in her mind.

“Who knows?” Gyuutarou answers.

“We've already seen that guy's face multiple times and we never fail to kill him as soon as we see him. But, why isn't she here? Why is someone as kind as her not yet given the opportunity to live again?” Daki talks as she changes her appearance to get back and act as an Oiran.

“Maybe, it was the same reason. Someone who is as kind as her shouldn't be born in this unjust and cruel world.” Gyuutarou theorized.

“That's right! That must be why!” Daki thought. 

“Heh. If that's true, then I'll guess I'll give those damn gods a compliment for that.” Gyuutarou snickered, ready to forget his wrath against them, if that was the case.

“That's right! Nee-san is so kind, she shouldn't be exposed to this sick world. Ah–! But, Onii-chan, if ever she was born, should we turn her to a demon too? So that we can be together forever! The three of us!” Daki delightedly told her brother.

“Who knows?” He stopped. “I'm going to sleep. Wake me up if there's an enemy you can't beat with that small brain of yours.” He announced.

Nee-san… He thought before he succumbed to sleep, thinking about that day.

•••

I hate snow…

It's cold. It hurts.

“Onii-chan, it's cold!” The small figure of his little sister quivers while they walk they don't know where. “Let's go back home, onii-chan!” She cries.

“We can't! We don't have a home anymore! Ever since our mother died, we've been kicked out of the house!” Gyuutarou said, not looking back at his sister.

He's holding her hand, that's why he knows she's already at her limit.

He looked around and saw a straw cape. It was a bit rugged, but beggars can't be choosers. They settled on the side of the road.

He put it over them. There were a few holes in the cape, so he made sure that it'll be on his side, not on his sister.

“It's still cold, onii-chan.” She commented.

Gyuutarou hugs the cape closer to them.

“Don't worry, Ume, it's just snow. It's nothing compared to us!” Gyuutarou reassures her.

She looks up at him.

“The two of us together can't be beat! I promise you! We're always going to be together! I'm never going to leave you!” He promised as he pulled her closer.

“Gyuutarou?”

The siblings look at where the voice came from. Gyuutarou rejoiced, but it only lasted for a second.

How cold he was became the least of his problems.

“Ah, I knew it. It's you. It's been a while.” You said as you crouched down in front of them.

“Onii-chan, who is she?” Ume asked with her weak voice.

“Nee-san.” He mutters. He only realized now that you've never given him your name.

“Onii-chan? She's your little sister?” You surprisedly stared at her. Gyuutarou nodded. “Wow, she's so cute.” 

Gyuutarou didn't reply. He just looks at your state.

Why does it look like she's sick? She's definitely skinnier than how she was the last time I saw her. And those scars.

“Why are you two out here?” You asked.

“We've been kicked out of our house.” Gyuutarou shortly answered.

“Then, how about coming to my house tonight?” You suggested.

•••

“Wah! Cute! Ume-chan, everything looks good on you!” You clapped as Ume spins around, showing how much she loves the kimono.

“Thank you, nee-san!” She jumped on your arms and you quickly catched her.

“Good thing, I haven't thrown out my clothes when I was little.” You said as you pats her head.

“Let's eat. I prepared a hot pot for us.” You said as you tried to stand.

As you get on your feet, your sight suddenly twirls. You lost your balance, but the two siblings were there to help you.

“A-Ah… Thank you, you two. Sorry, lately I feel like the world is spinning, haha.” You said as you regained your posture.

Your laugh made the clueless child, Ume, laugh too and smile at you, but Gyuutarou knew something was wrong.

“Ah! Hot pot! This is my first time eating one!” Ume excitedly waits for you to give them a go that it's ready.

“Really? Then, have your fill.” You told her sweetly.

“They said when you're eating a hotpot, you should be with your family. Then, that makes us family!” Ume said with a wide smile on her face.

You two stare at her.

Us? Family? Gyuutarou thought in awe.

“Oi, Ume! Don't be so—” Gyuutarou tried to stop his sister, because he thought you might not like it.

“Family, huh? I see, so we're a family! You're right.” You chuckled. You said as you reached for both of their cheeks and caressed it softly. “I'd love to be part of the family.”

It's like the morning sun…

It's warm, but it's not too hot. A warmth that gives you an odd comfort.

That's what Nee-san's hold was like…

It makes me want to feel it again, the moment it leaves my skin.

•••

“Let's head to sleep, shall we?” You told them. 

You laid three futon mattresses next to each other. Ume ran and jumped on the middle one.

“This spot is mine! I wanna be next to onii-chan and nee-san.” She said,

“Okay, okay. Then, Gyuutarou will be there. Goodnight.” You muttered as you blew out the candles.

In the middle of the night, you were woken up by a sound of shuffling outside the room. You looked at its direction and saw a light.

You looked to your side and saw the two children sleeping soundly.

You hurriedly, but quietly stand up, to not wake up the two. You went to where you were keeping the money and put it inside your clothes. You thought it might be a burglar.

You run to the door and slide it a bit, enough for you to peek.

Your eyes widened and you stepped out and closed the door behind you.

“Father, what are you doing here?” You asked the person searching for something.

He looks at you for a bit, but brings his focus back on what he's doing.

“This is my house, why are you asking me– why am I here?” He said, hiccuping.

“Are you drunk again?” You asked him.

“So what if I am?!” He shouts. You flinched.

You were scared, but you were more concerned that his shouts might've woken up the children.

“I thought you'll be staying at your friend's for days?” You questioned him, but a more condensing voice as to not irritate him.

“I was, but I ran out of money, I was planning to go get some earlier, but it took forever for the snow to end.” He answered and slammed the door of the cabinet, when he didn't find money.

He then looks at you, still hiccuping.

“Give me some of my money.” He said and showed his palms to you.

“I-I only have some for our food and things we need to—” You suddenly found a hand covering your mouth harshly.

“I said give me money, I'm not asking if we have money.” He said pulling your face closer to him.

“B-But—” Your words are muffled, but you still tried your best to answer him. “If you s-spend it, I can't buy us food to eat.” You explained to him.

His eyes enlarged with rage as he threw you to the side, and you hit your forehead on the wall. It started bleeding, but you were okay with it.

Just like always, he'd just throw you on the ground, once he didn't get what he wanted.

You were lying about the money, but also not.

If things would just go as usual, he'd just go outside and ask someone to lend him money and once he was able to get some, he'd just drink until the money ran out.

Now that he didn't grab some money from you, you're just waiting for him to go out.

“Are you sure you're not just hiding it from me?” He uttered. You froze.

“I-I'm not! I promise, I'm not!” You desperately argued.

But, he didn't listen to you and walked to your room, you immediately got on your feet.

It was him who's drunk, but your wobbly walk makes it seem like you're the drunk one. Was it when you bumped your head? You don't have to think about it right now.

“Don't—!”

It was too late.

When he opened the door, he saw a boy and a girl. The girl was scared, hiding behind her brother, and the said brother was ready to fight him, despite the difference in their physique.

The scene was enough for your father to get almost sober. He was sure this has happened before. He furiously looks at you.

“You fed these damn stray kids, didn't you?!” Your father went to you.

“Didn't I tell you not to waste my money on useless things!” He shouts. “I work to feed you, so don't you dare use it on these damn strays!” 

Hearing him call them stray kids, and that helping them is useless must've hit something in you, that made you say the words that could cost something precious.

“You work and give me only half of your income to get us through your next pay while also paying your debts, but in those times, you always ask me for money to buy alcohol once you've spent the money you have! AND I HELP OUT TO OUR NEIGHBORS AND THEY PAY ME, SO IT WAS MY MONEY THAT I USED TO BUY THEM FOODS!” You shout at him.

Your anger got the best of you, that you forgot…

“So you were working and you do have money.” He repeated.

You just remembered it. The reason why you're keeping it a secret from him.

He'd just force you to give him the money you earned and drown himself in alcohol.

“How dare you lie to your father, you useless thing?!” He shouted before he raised his hands on you.

You used your left arm to protect yourself, that's why it's no surprise a wound appeared. You fell on the ground and saw his feet going towards you. You hunch your body and you close your eyes to brace yourself for it, but it didn't land.

“OUCH!” Your father screamed in pain. 

You looked and saw Gyuutarou biting his thigh. Your father tried to grab him but his little body was flexible enough to dodge it and jump back.

“Don't hurt nee-san, you stinky old man!” He said.

“You damn child!” Your father ran to him and caught him. He mercilessly threw the poor child on the ground.

“Gyuutarou!”

“Onii-chan!”

The enraged older man grabbed Gyuutarou's hair. The kid struggled to remove your father's hand on his locks, but the difference in their strength and build is the reason why it's no use.

You grit your teeth as you hit your head, trying to use force to make your sight clearer.

“Let go of my brother!” Ume cries as she charges towards your father.

“Ume, no—!” You and Gyuutarou shouts.

But, your father wants to pour his anger on the little boy he's holding, that's why he pushed Ume, making her slide to the floor.

You managed to walk to them, only to be slapped hard that you fell.

“You! Don't you dare touch ne— DON'T TOUCH MY SISTERS! I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU!” Gyuutarou roared, scratching your father's skin with his nails.

It pained your father, so he let go of Gyuutarou subconsciously. Gyuutarou falls on the ground and before he can process that he's already free, your father's fist's are already on their way to Gyuutarou's face.

But, instead of Gyuutarou, it was your father that fell on the ground.

The two children were surprised, until they saw that behind your father, who's now writhing in pain, you were there holding a vase.

“Nee-san!” The two rejoiced, but you pulled them by their wrist and strugglingly led them to the door.

Gyuutarou knows this scenario already.

“Leave! He's in pain right now, but he'll get up in a few seconds, so you need to leave now! Sorry, nee-san can't protect you. I'm just as weak, so I want to at least leave here.” You swiftly said as you wrapped the two of them in thick clothes.

You remembered the money in your clothes, you're not sure why, but at that moment, you didn't think about what you will use in the next few days, or even your future, as you put the cash in Gyuutarou's pocket.

“Nee-san, we can't leave you here! Come with us!” Gyuutarou suggested.

“No, my body won't be able to handle it and I'll be just a dead weight. Now, leave.” You told him as you stood up and turned around.

“Don't worry, I'll carry you—”

“GYUUTAROU! LEAVE NOW!” You shouts when you hear your father's footsteps.

Gyuutarou almost turned stone by the volume of your voice. He unconsciously reached for Ume's hand and opened the door.

“We'll call for someone!! I'll come back nee-san!” He said as he ran off with Ume.

They didn't even run very far, but they heard your scream.

He didn't look back. He's determined to call for someone for help. 

But, Gyuutarou forgot…

“GO AWAY, YOU UGLY BRAT!” 

“PISS OFF!”

Your warmth and kindness made him forget how he was treated in this district where beauty is the basis if you fit or not.

But, still he prayed you wait for them until he comes back with help. He held onto that thin string of hope.

Gyuutarouu ran and ran, shouting and asking for help. His little sister had long been tired. For the first time, she let his brother leave him to get help for you. Gyuutarou agreed while making sure that she's somewhere warm and safe.

He ran, stopped, and begged for a hand, but then he'll get ward off and then repeat.

He's not even sure how much time has passed.

Until, his tiny body gave up.

His eyes were suddenly so heavy, so was his body. He can't even take another step, let alone shout.

He cried.

He cried while cursing himself.

If he was a bit more stronger, he wouldn't have to beg for these people's help and he could've fought your father right there and then.

"Dammit… Why am I so useless?" He cried before he passed out on the cold street.

•••

There was pain on his sides.

It was the reason why he was woken up.

Only to see an adult kicking him awake, wanting him off of the road.

As he stood up, the first thing he did was walk to his sister. Ignoring the pain in his feet and throat.

He found Ume sleeping with a thick straw cape on. Someone must've given her that. He's sure that whoever that person is, they must've offered her a warmer place, and that Ume straightly refused them to wait for him at where he left her.

He's just thankful that his sister is a beauty.

He leaned down to wake her up, but then an envelope fell from his chest. It was the money you put in him.

“NEE-SAN!” He yelled, waking up the girl. “UME, LET'S GO TO NEE-SAN! HURRY!”

Even though he was flat out rejected by everyone yesterday, he was hopeful.

At least, now it's daylight. People would pass by your house, they can just drag them now.

As they got closer to your house, Gyuutarou's eyes shined when he saw that crowd swarm the front of your house.

They helped nee-san!

They got closer and saw your father getting dragged out, with visible injuries.

But… It was all a misleading sight.

The moment they were right in front of the entrance was the moment Gyuutarou's eyes went blank.

"...turns out her father beat her up to death…" He heard some onlookers.

It’s almost as if every weight in the world was put on his tiny body.

“No… No, you're kidding, right?” He laughs as he stares at the body on the ground with a fabric covering it. 

The authorities told the forensics to get the body, since more people are coming by.

“That's not nee-san. That's not nee-sa—” Gyuutarou's in denial came to a stop when as the men raise the plank and accidentally the left arm fell out.

Gyuutarou's eyes water as he stares at the same wound you got from protecting yourself from your father.

He fell on his knees and Ume cried.

“Poor girl. Wasn't she sick?” “Mhmm.” “I think she inherited her mother’s disease.”

Gyuutarou looks at the ground while listening to them talk.

“While she's sick, she has to put up with her alcoholic father and his beating.” “Also, she works too, right?” “You're right. It's a shame she died.”

He stood and started walking.

“You knew all of that and yet you never checked if she's okay, or if she can keep up with it… It's not that you were scared to get involved, you all just decided to ignore her.” He started. He huffs as he looks at them with rage in his eyes.

“NOW THAT SHE'S GONE YOU'LL SAY HOW UNFORTUNATE IT WAS?! IF YOU HELPED HER FROM THE START THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED! SO DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE SO CLEAN WHEN YOU'VE TURNED BLIND EYE ON WHAT'S HAPPENING!!” He screamed.

“What's with this kid?!” They said as they glared at the kid in front of them.

“Shut up! We have our own problems, brat!” They said and kicked him.

Even if they know where he's coming, they'll never acknowledge it as long as it's from him, is what they thought and walked away.

“Y-You all just wanted others to think that you sympathized with her. That you pity her. But, you never made a move even if you saw her losing weight and with evident scars. Why are you all acting so almighty?” He mutters even if he knows the words he just said will not be delivered to those he wanted to hear it.

“Onii-chan!” Ume ran to his brother, who's curled up on the side of the road, crying, not because of the pain from the kick.

“Nee-san's gone…” He muttered as he pulled his sister to a hug.

The only person who'll be willing to help us.

Now, there's no one to run to. No one will help us now.

There's no warmth anymore.

If only I was stronger and was able to fight that jerk. We could've shared another meal.

If only I was stronger, I could've protected nee-san.

Gyuutarou listens to his little sister's cries.

No…

He stood up and held Ume's hand pulling her to the direction of their previous house.

“Onii-chan, where are we going?” Ume asked.

“We're going to get my scythe.” He stated. He left it in their house and never moved it once, ever since you told him not to eat rats, since that was the only reason he used that.

“I'll protect you, Ume.” He mutters and Ume just hummed unknowingly.

Also, next time if you come back, even if it’s in another life… I promise that when that time comes I'll be able to protect you.

•••

“Warabihime Oiran, there is a new girl in the house.” A girl kneeling on the door said. She flinched when she heard the Oiran click her tongue.

“DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?!” She shouted and threw the mirror to the woman's direction, thankfully for her the door frame received the hit not her.

“I-I’m sorr—”

"Warabihime Oiran, the client from yesterday wants to meet you again." Another girl arrived, telling the other girl to leave so as to not agitate the Oiran even more.

Warabihime did not respond and she just got ready to leave and told them to clean up the mess.

As she walked to the hallway, two girls didn't notice her and continued chatting.

“She said she's just here to raise money for her father's medical bills that were left, now that he died.” 

“Huh? So she's not sold because of debt.”

“Running your mouth instead of doing your damn work!” She shouted at them.

They immediately make way for her while apologizing. She gritted her teeth as she passed by them, looking at them with irritation.

“Warabihime Oiran,” The madam muttered when she saw the oiran.

Warabihime immediately put her lips to a smile.

“Good evening, madam.” She greeted, keeping up her benevolent act.

“A new girl arrived today, please be kind to her.” She told her, even though she knows she won't follow it. Warabihime just smiled and she just went to meet her client.

After a few hours, she came back looking so pissed. Her client was just as annoying as he was yesterday. She could've killed him, but she knows how rich that person is.

As soon as she arrived, she knocked off the things on the cabinet on the front door to the ground.

They didn't have the guts to ask her what happened nor the courage to ask her to stop. If only the masters were there, they could've controlled Warabihime's rampant, now that customers can come in any time.

“You go! You're new here!” A courtesan said as she pushed you to Warabihime.

“Huh? Why me?” You whispered, keeping in your mind that she's a senior.

She didn't even answer, but the others just decided to push you towards the Oiran too. The last woman who pushed you, because of the fear she's feeling, unintentionally pushed you too hard.

Your head hit her back.

“HUH?!”

Warabihime turned around, before you could even take a step back, she caught your wrist and held it tight.

You clenched your jaw with how tight her grip is. You're too scared to look up at her. 

What should I do?!

“HEY YOU!” She grumped. “NOT ONLY YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO BUMP TO ME, YOU'RE ALSO SO DISRESPECTFUL TO NOT LOOK ME IN THE EYES?! SEEMS LIKE YOU NEED SOME HARD LECTURING!” 

“W-Warabihime Oiran, she's new—”

“HUH?!” She glared at the woman who spoke, who immediately shut her mouth.

I gotta apologize! Before she snaps at me— No, she's already mad at me!

“S-Sorry—” You said looking up at her.

“HUH?!”

“EEK—!” You immediately closed your eyes.

Everyone was expecting another shout from Warabihime, but she kept quiet. She can't believe what her eyes are seeing.

After so many years of searching and waiting…

“Nee-san…” She mutters.

You opened your eyes, knowing that that was directed to you.

“Yes?” You asked, tilting your head a bit.

She realized what she just said and released your hand quickly. She regained her posture and cool. She then started walking to her room.

“Clean this up before a customer comes in.” She ordered that they hastily followed. You were also about to help out when she suddenly called you.

“Ne– You. Come to my room after cleaning.” She said and turned around.

Why? Am I going to get lectured in private?! You thought as you swallowed enzymes in your mouth.

“Onii-chan! Onii-chan! Wake up!” Warabihime talks to her brother in her mind when he reaches her room. Gyuutarou responded to her voice, he immediately got out of her back.

“What? An enemy?” The first thing he asked as soon as he woke up. Daki shook her head.

“Nee-san!” She announced. Gyuutarou furrowed his brow.

"What's up with—” He stopped mid-sentence, looking at his sister blankly. “Don't tell me—”

*Knock*

“W-Warabihime Oiran, I've come.” You announced.

They both fell quiet. 

Huh? Did she not hear me? Wait— What if something happened inside?!

“Warabihime Oiran—” You slide the door open to see if everything's fine. Your eyes widened when you saw a guy in the room and immediately closed the door again.

“Sorry, I didn't know there was a customer.” You quickly apologized, bowing your head to no one.

Ahh! There was a customer inside! And he's already half naked! If I barged in a little later, who can guess what I might have witnessed!

I heard the Oiran here is short tempered. Well, seeing what happened earlier, I won't be surprised if she got mad at me!!

The door suddenly opened and Daki pulled you inside.

“Eh?!”

Wait, wait! Why?! Does she want me to join?!

“Look, Onii-chan!” Daki said and showed you to his brother, as she stood behind you.

 Eh? Onii-chan? Wait— Onii-chan… 

WHAT WAS I THINKING?! 

You kneel and bowed, apologizing profusely, but never mentioning why you're apologizing.

When Daki crouched and went in front of you. You stopped bowing, thinking you might hit her. As soon as you halt your movements, she embraces you tightly.

“You're back.” She muttered.

“Yes?” You asked, but she didn't reply.

You then looked at the guy in front of you. He's staring at you, looking so dumb founded.

Is this really Nee-san? What if she just looks like her? Should I still—

Now, it was Gyuutarou's turn to crouch. He moved some of his hair to the side using his hand that still held his scythe.

You flinched as soon as he did that. Gyuutarou saw that and his shoulder dropped.

“Um.. S-Sorry, but that weapon looks dangerous. I think you shouldn't carry it like that.” You sheepishly told him.

Gyuutarou moved his sister to the side, but the woman kept on clinging onto you. Now she's hugging your stomach, while almost like laying on the floor.

“It's not because I'm ugly and scary?” Gyuutarou asked as he put away the weapon and held your shoulder.

“Ugly? Who's ugly?” You questioned genuinely. You saw from his facial expression that he's probably talking about himself.

You laughed.

“Oh, please, sir. You're joking, right? Even if we've just met, I'll accept it if you ask my hand for marriage, hahaha.” You said even scratching the back of your head.

Daki raised her head and looked at you.

Huh—

“No, I was just kidding! Ah– No! Not about how you look good— Wait— Ahahaha.” You just laughed it off.

Gyuutarou gets on his feet and turns around.

“Um, I didn't mean—”

“Warabihime Oiran. The masters have arrived and they want to talk to you.” Someone said from the outside.

She stood and went to the room connected to her room. She changes her clothes that were ripped when Gyuutarou came out of her back.

When she finishes, she slowly runs to you. You straightened up and faced her, not wanting to look at Gyuutarou after the embarrassing thing that came out of your mouth. She held your hand and smiled.

“I'll be doing work, so wait for me here, okay, Nee-san?” She said.

Nee-san?

“Uh, yes. I understand.” You just agreed.

She then walks to the door and proceeds to be the usual Warabihime she is. 

Wow, she changes her attitude fast… 

Wait, why did she call me ‘Nee-san’?

You stared at the door she just closed and bit your lower lip.

Awkward! It's so awkward!

Now that we're left together, I can clearly remember the shameful scene earlier!

Should I go and start talking to him?

“Um, how was your day?”

Couldn’t you come up with a better topic?

“Sorry! That was a stupid questio—” As you turned around to properly apologize, you found nothing but the furniture in the room.

“Huh? When did he leave?” You asked yourself.

Gyuutarou have long gone back inside Daki.

“How was that, Onii-chan? That's definitely Nee-san, right?!” Daki talks to her brother.

“I'm not sure.” Gyuutarou replied.

Daki stopped walking, as did the guys who she's with in the Oiran Procession, though she immediately continued it.

“Why?!” She asks. Gyuutarou did not respond.

We're not sure if she's really nee-san or she just has the splitting image of her.

But… 

“That weapon is dangerous. You shouldn't be carrying that.”

“S-Sorry, but that weapon looks dangerous. I think you shouldn't carry it like that.”

Those words that she said… 

How can I not think that they're the same person if they said those same words?

After a moment, Gyuutarou made his resolve.

“Even if she's not really nee-san, I'll protect her. The chance to do what I wasn't able to do last time is here.” He said and got out of Daki again when she arrived at the room.

I won't let anything happen to her this time.

•••

It was a weird day for you to start as a courtesan, but you were grateful.

You already tried to accept what you will experience once you entered this, but somewhere deep inside you, you still wish you had another choice. 

And that another choice, Warabihime Oiran gave it to you.

The house master noticed how Daki was especially nice to you, though she was still as mean to the other, when you're not looking.

That's exactly the reason why they made you her confidant. You were assigned to tend to her every need. 

You didn't have to entertain men.

You just have to make sure Warabihime will be comfortable and it will be easy for her to meet the client and you'll be able to raise money for the debt.

The times you spent with Warabihime made you close with her.

You always ask her why she calls you Nee-san, but she would always brush it off with a smile and hug you tightly just like what she did the first time you met her. 

And every day, you would always see her older brother in the room, just watching you two.

But, when Warabihime would be called by the master, she knew they would talk about her unacceptable actions, so she would always tell you to not come, leaving you alone with Gyuutarou.

At first, the room was so quiet.

But, as time went by, you got the courage to start a conversation with him.

“You lose!” You celebrated swinging your arms in the air.

Gyuutarou sighed and rested his cheeks on his hand, sitting with his legs crossed, as he watched you blest with your win.

“What? What? What's with the sigh, Gyuutarou-san? Are you angry because I beat you?” You teased, putting your hand just in front of your mouth.

Gyuutarou clicked his tongue lightly.

Damn, how am I going to win here without ruining the whole house?

“Yes, I'm still the King of Menko!” You said and danced around the room.

He looks at you with a slight smile, looking at how carefree you are with him.

He suddenly hears footsteps walking towards the room. Gyuutarou knows one of those are his sister's, and another one he doesn't know. He was sure that Daki would never bring a human to her room since he's there and if she wanted to eat them, she could've done that in the victim's room. 

There's only one reason then.

She plans to kill this person. 

He immediately stood and held your wrist, pulling you to the window. He leaped to the roof, holding you carefully with his arms like a heroine.

“Uwah! Gyuutarou, you jump so high!” You said, so amazed that he can almost see your eyes sparkling in this late night.

He sets you down slowly, helping you balance yourself. 

When you got a grasp of how hard the wind blew, you finally looked at the scenery.

“WOW! IT'S SO PRETTY!” You muttered.

Gyuutarou looks at you, now he's sure. The lights of the house and street light reflected to you. Now he's sure that your eyes are now sparkling.

“Let's go.” He said and walked.

“Huh? Where?” You said as you followed him. 

“To a higher place. The view there is better. I guess you can call this a reward for winning that stupid game.” He answers.

You smiled widely and ran to him, caging his arms with yours. He was a bit surprised when you did that.

“Hey, be careful! If you fall, you won't be able to regenerate!” He scolds.

“Regenerate?” You asked.

“Ah, no. Nothing.”

“Anyways, thank you! Ever since meeting you guys, even though I only see you at night, I've never been so happy!” You smiled, looking up at him.

He stared at you for a few seconds. 

“Hold on tight, we're jumping.” He said, wrapping his arms securely around your waist. 

•••

There was a festival being celebrated that day, so the houses opened a little earlier than usual.

And Warabihime is still in her room, since the sun is just setting, not that you know that's the reason. Still, you decided to do some work in the house.

“Can you put this on the cabinet on the front door for me?” A girl said. You said okay and carried the vase she was holding.

The girls here have treated me so well, ever since I became Warabihime Oiran's aide. 

Maybe, they were just giving respect to my position as a confidant, not really because of me.

“Not that I'm complaining.” You said as you positioned the vase on the furniture.

“Welcome!”

You heard the others greet, so you looked at the customer and bowed too.

“It's good seeing you again, Houtarou-sama.” A girl said.

If I'm right, he's one of the underlings of a customer who is extremely rich. That guy is very fond of Warabihime Oiran, so I'm sure he'll search for her, but she won't be out until nighttime.

“My master wants to meet Warabihime, please send her to my master.” He ordered.

The girls looked at each other, they didn't know if they should follow the customer, or follow their fear that if they went to the Oiran right now, they'd probably be just subjected to her vile attitude. 

You stepped forward and bowed to the man.

“I apologize, Houtarou-sama. But, Warabihime Oiran is occupied as of now. We ask to wait until she's free.” You said, still bowing.

“You. Are you new here? I never see you around.” He mutters.

“I got here a few months back, so…" You answered. “Also, I'm Warabihime Oiran's aide, so it might be hard to notice me standing next to a beauty like her.” You added.

“I see, so you're not new and Warabihime is busy.” He repeated.

“Yes, that's quite right.” You stood straight and looked at him.

“Then, you come in place of her.” He state and dragged you to where his master was. 

“Wai– Please let go of me! I'm not a–” You struggled to stop him from dragging you away from the house.

“Even if you're her aide, you still work there, right? Then, go and entertain my master before Warabihime arrives!” He shouts.

Even if I'm working there, I never really had the chance to do what a courtesan really does!

Even if you tried to pull out of his hold, it was useless.

He reached the house where his said master is waiting in no time. He immediately went to the farthest, yet fanciest looking door on the second floor. 

“Master, it's sad to say that Warabihime Oiran is unavailable for now.” He started. “In place of her, I brought her closest aide for you.” He said.

“Bring her in.” He ordered.

The guy quickly followed it and forcefully pulled you in. You saw a man who's probably in his late 40's sitting proudly in the middle of the room. The Houtarou guy silently exits, leaving you two alone.

He stood up and walked towards you. Everytime he took a step forward, you took a step backwards, until you reached the wall.

“Wow, you're Warabihime's aide and yet this is the first time I saw you. And, you are this beautiful!” He said as he took a lump of your hair and ran it through his fingers.

“Soft and silky. The Kyougoku House must've taken good care of you or is it because you're the Oiran's aide?”

You didn't answer and just looked up at his towering figure.

“Either way, you're good.” He said.

He smiled creepily, you felt chills creep on your skin at the same time. He raised his hand to cup your cheeks and caress it, but you immediately slapped it away.

He was surprised at first, but then he laughed.

“Hey, hey, what do you, a mere courtesan, thinking, slapping a hand of a general? You wanna die?” He threatened, making you flinch.

“But, I can't say I don't like that… I know! Why don't you become my mistress?” He said as he tried to reach for your face again, but you turned away.

All his harassment… At first the whole thing made you scared for a second, since you were suddenly put on the spot, but now, all of his actions and him pushing himself on you, makes you irritated. 

“Don't you want that? I'll buy your contract and you'll be my mistress? How does that sound? I'm sure that's what most women like you wanted to hear from customers, right?” He haughtily uttered.

“Working as Warabihime Oiran's aide for months, I was able to save money to buy my contract on my own. I don't need you.” You strongly said to him.

“What?” He furrowed his brows madly.

“I said I don't need you, nor do I want to be your mistress.” You repeated. “Excuse me,” You said and tried to get out while there's a chance.

“How dare you?!” He muttered as he grabbed your arms and pulled you to him.

“Let go of me!” You squeal.

He nabbed your mouth with his palm.

“Know your place, you damn prostitute.” He said and threw you to the ground. 

“Ouch!” You cried. 

You tried to stand up, only to feel a pain on your feet and fell down again.

I think my ankle got dislocated! Damn, now I can't run!

He walked to the side of the room and picked up his pistol. 

Your eyes widened. You've never seen one in real life, but you've heard about how that weapon can kill someone with one pull on the trigger.

“I even went out my way and offered you, politely, yet you still refuse it. Didn't I tell you that I'm a General?” He said while he walked back to you.

You crawled, eyeing the window and thinking of shouting out for help. You're sure that outside the door, his underlings are probably there.

You reached for the window's lift and was about to lift it, when a tanto knife came flying piercing through the wall. It grazed you a bit, that's why you pulled your arm back and hissed in pain.

“I…” He started.

You looked at him and pushed your back on the wall. 

“If I want something, I should, and I will get it.” He said as he took another step closer to you.

“Sounds like a spoiled brat, don't you think?” You commented, trying to hide the fact that how he waves around the gun makes you anxious.

“You think so? I think it's just the proper way of how a general should act.” He answered.

“Your logic sure is twisted.” You said. You tried to stop the blood coming out of your wound by putting pressure on it. All while, you try to distract him and grab a chance to ask for help.

“Maybe, it's about the way you're parents have raise—”

“SHUT UP! I'M NOT LISTENING TO YOUR CRAPS! YOU'VE TURNED DOWN MY OFFER, NOW YOU'RE JUST THE SAME AS GARBAGE TO ME!” He said and pointed the gun to you.

You froze and you definitely saw your life flashes in front of you for a moment.

“NOW DIE—!”

You closed your eyes and just waited for the bullet to end your life, but you heard a thump.

“Why don't you go and die instead?”

When you heard his voice, you immediately opened your eyes.

The general guy is now on the ground, his face, which was covered in blood, is almost split in half.

You stared at Gyuutarou.

“Yapping and yapping, talking about your privilege of being a general and your damn tantrums. She's not like my little sister who can mercilessly stab your eye. She's a nice person, so don't go making her scared, I'll kill you. Oh, I think I just did that.” He said and laughs.

“Gyuutarou…” You whispered.

He looked back at you and you flinched. His eyes have letters on it now, it's not the usual blue color too. 

What now? He thought.

He rushed here after having an uneasy feeling and after hearing from Daki that you got dragged by some guy, but now what?

After hiding it for months, now it's out. 

“You…” You slowly stood up, still limping a bit about your ankle.

He's a demon, so he shouldn't be surprised that he'll get that kind of reaction, but he hopes it wasn't from you. And also, he wanted to check if you're alright. 

You ran.

Seeing this, Gyuutarou was taken aback. Of course, after seeing that, you still ran. 

Ran to him. 

You wrapped your arms around his thin torso.

He wasn't sure why, but he found himself embracing you back.

How relieved was he to see you not only completely fine, but also how you're not scared too.

He might've been more anxious this time than when he wasn't sure whether the blood he received would successfully turn him to a demon or not. 

“I was so scared.” You admitted.

“It’s fine now.”

As he thought about it, he slightly tightened the hug.

“Ow, I can't breathe, Gyuutarou.” You muttered, cheeks squeezed on his bare chest.

He immediately thought of letting go, but you didn't let him. Just a bit of air to pass through was enough, you don't want to let go of him yet. 

You glanced up at him, smiling.

The smile that made Gyuutarou remember the warmth… 

The feeling of the morning sun that I never felt again, maybe because I turned to a demon, or maybe because you left him.

But you're here now. I'm not questioning it anymore. I just know it's you.

“Thank you for protecting me!” You muttered. 

His eyes widened.

It's like something was lifted off of his back. 

All this time, he carried the guilt of not being able to back then, but now… 

“I've protected you this time…”

That's all I've wanted to hear from you that day. 

If I was able to bring at least one person to stop your father. That's all I wanted to hear from you, while you touch my cheeks with your warm hands.

That was all I wanted. 

He held onto your body, his hands on the back of your head and on the back. 

“I'll promise I'll still protect you, so please, don't leave us again.”

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#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #gyutaro x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #luza-wayne #luza-wayne works

[cybergrindr]

Hi, Im Sorry if this isn't very coherent, I'm a little shaken up but I would appreciate any time you spend reading this.

You don't know me but you've seen me at shows before, and you have left an impact on me greater than any one else, and I want to appreciate what you've done for me because you are keeping me alive right now.

This morning I was going over what I would write in my note, who I would give what things to, and who I would want to come to the funeral when your post popped back into my head: If you're transgender you have to live. I love you.

I thought about you. I thought about how you would feel if a trans girl that looked up to you ended her life, and I broke out sobbing. I know it sounds kind of stupid that a tumblr post you made is the reason im not dead, but you're what I aspire to be and I want you to know that you saved my life with nothing but your words, even if we've only seen each other a few times and you don't know my name.

I followed you soon after I started using tumblr and at the same time your band shroud was one of my favorites, but i had no idea you were the same person until you posted pictures from a thotcrime show and I recognized you. After that post I started listening to cybergrind and got really into it. So then on top of wanting to start a hardcore band partially because of you, I want to start a cybergrind band souly because of you. You even gave me an appreciation for cars for the first time since I played gta as a kid.

You've changed who I want to be and I wish i could do more than just say how much I am grateful.

Thank you,

Some depressed trans girl

yo hey I really don't know what to say other than thank you for sharing this

I made that post the night I found out one of my best friends in the world killed hirself, it was a desperate plea i didn't really expect to make a difference so like. I'm glad it did for you

please start a band! come say hi if you end up at a show of ours sometime! send me any music you end up making. maybe someday we can play something together <3

there are already too few of us weird cool girls out there please keep holding onto anything that gives you some reason to keep going. i love you and every other trans person reading this so so much.

[crescencestudio]

๋࣭⭑ Devlog 36 | 11.26.23 ๋࣭⭑

:rises from the dead: I'm.... BAAAAACK!!!!!!

Long time, no talk (kinda) everyone! I hope you've been happy, healthy, and well since we last saw each other and that the wind-down for the year is being kind to you all <3

We have a lot to catch up on, so let's do just that ^^ This is.... so long. I'm really sorry in advance tbh---I thought I hadn't done much because break, but there's quite a bit to show.

It's been a while since a formal update on the routes, so I'll start by telling you all where they officially stand. Before I do, it might be helpful to tell you all how I define percentage completion in my head. Basically, when I finish the draft of a route, I consider it 70% complete. This means I could ship it as is. I wouldn't be happy with the product, but it's playable and makes enough sense---just not the best quality.

When Wudgey finishes their edits, a route is 80%-85% complete, meaning I could ship it as is. I think it'd be pretty good actually and players would be happy. Beyond this point, I am just making fine tuning edits to incorporate more player interaction, polishing the flow of things, etc.

After that, there's basically only Elm and Vi's edits left. When Elm finishes, a route is 95% complete. Again, I think at this point, it's good. Like edits from this point onwards are purely for polishing purpose. After Vi, it's 98% complete. Then the last review comes back to Elm and I for it to be 100% complete. Right now, this is where the routes stand:

Kayn: 98% Complete

Fenir: 95% Complete

Druk: 80% Complete

Etza: 60% Complete (Still working on their draft!)

Do Not ask me about Kuna'a or Aisa LFMASOEIDJ

So most of the routes are actually looking pretty good! They're just getting bounced around to different editors at this point, but the changes made for most of them are basically small. Fenir and Kayn especially could be shipped as is in my eyes if I really wanted to.

Art recently has mostly been focused on commissions. Vui actually is almost done with ALL of the BGs for Alaris!! Isn't that crazy?? In about a year, he was able to create almost 25 BGs with daytime variations!!! He's a phenomenal artist, and I couldn't be happier to be working with him. It's also a bit bittersweet (and alarming??) to know that part of development is already close to ending! q.q

The most exciting art update I have is that we got the GUI assets finished and I've started coding them into the game!! AAAA!! These were the final updated assets I needed, and seeing the fully revamped demo come to life has been so.... Emotional HAHA! It's crazy to see how far Alaris has come from when I was first making it with my little fingies and throwing things together like paper mache. I'm incredibly in love with how all the assets look together, and I couldn't be more grateful for the artists who helped me update the assets!

Updated History Log. Please say you like the dividers between entries---I'm most proud of those

I'm still making my way through coding everything, but here's a couple screen previews so you all can see how things now look in the game!!

First off, is the Dialogue/Choice Screen. You can see that we have a brand new dialogue box (She's Stunning) and Choice Screen! I'm hoping to add some sfx for the choices when you hover over them, and sfx for the new UI in general so there's more user feedback when you click and hover on things. But for now, enjoy this preview of the new dialogue box, choice screen, and the new personality indicators!

Updated Dialogue/Choice Screen: You can't see it as well in GIF format, but the BG also has particles floating around, so there's a tiny bit of animation going on in some of the BGs as well!!

Next, we have the Free Time Screen. I actually posted this on Twitter recently but I don't think I posted it on Tumblr! ISN'T SHE STUNNING... ESPECIALLY WITH THE NEW BGS.... I'm especially happy with the text animations that show up at the bottom when you hover over the different choices! I was inspired by a couple other devs (specifically GUI god, @siyo-koy, and renpy animation master @just-a-carrot) to start incorporating animation style elements into my GUI. And I really like how it adds a little ~something~ to the feel of everything ^^

Updated Free Time Screen: begging someone to say they like the text animation so I feel validated for finangling with it

Finally, for our last preview, we have the Save Screen! While it looks new obviously with the new assets, I also did a lot of backend coding revamping for how it actually functions since my coding experience is a bit better now compared to when I was first fighting for my life figuring out save/load screens. The biggest change for you all is that there are now chapter markers so save slots will tell you what chapter that save file is from! And instead of screenshots, it's now a custom icon inside that shows the chapter card. I think it'll make the save screen look more cohesive now and hopefully more intuitive as well!!

Updated Save Screen: With a sprinkle of updated Chapter Card screen preview

That was long. Are any of us surprised, considering I had two months' worth of devlogs piled inside of me, begging to burst from the seams?

Anyways. Only two miscellaneous updates. One is that all soundtracks have been completed for Alaris! Peter finished the last of them recently, and they're all beautiful!!! For ppl who love piano soundtracks... :holds hand in piano lover solidarity:

Other update is that I finally fixed that godforsaken sprite bug that was associated with the energy vision feature from the demo!!! FINALLY!!! AFTER.... SO LONG. Extremely huge thanks to @robobarbie for taking time out of their day to do that; everyone please say thank you!!!!! OGs know how long that bug was bothering me!!!! Robo also gave me a pretty new rain code, so I'm showing you how both look in the new demo so you can appreciate them with me!!

Last miscellaneous update is more on a.... logistical development level?? Basically, now that I have new GUI assets to code, that means I can get a beta build of the routes currently written out. I was feeling really overwhelmed by that idea because most of this year has been focused on writing and making assets, not really coding. Knowing that I can Code and get Playable Builds out to people was stressful because I have to divvy up my time a bit more.

After an extremely insightful talk with beloved and admired Esh of @steamberrystudio I decided I'm probably going to be shifting how development goes from here on out. Instead of focusing head low on getting as many words written for the remaining routes everyday, I'm going to be making smaller but consistent progress and spend the rest of my time coding so that I can have more of a continuous cycle of production going on (e.g., writing a bit, making playable builds, gathering playtester feedback, etc. instead of doing each stage in blocked, sequential order).

I'm mainly telling you all this because it means writing updates will probably seem slower from this point on, but I think production overall will be more efficient because of it! This is also exciting news for playtesters and/or early access backers/patrons because it means you'll have playable content in the near future for content outside of just the demo :')

have u all heard of wudgeous of herotome. of course u have. they r all i talk about at this point

No market research because I've actually been addicted to BG3 LFMAOLSDJF. Actually, I'm taking some inspiration from it for the personality mechanic but eh.

On a more important note, @herotome demo is coming out December 2nd!!!! PLAY IT WITH ME. Wudgey is my editor, so you might think I'm biased but I'M NOT!!! I WAS A FAN OF HEROTOME BEFORE WUDGEY EVEN WORKED W ME!!! They have an exception eye for detail and player experience, and they are actually one of the devs that inspired me to even get into game development.

I just know the demo is going to blow everyone's socks off. OG Herotome prologue build fans know exactly what I'm talking about. Please mark December 2nd on your calendar---you will not regret it.

This was so unbelievably long, but I hope it's appreciated since there was no real devlog update for a hot minute. As always, Thank you all for your patience and continued support. With the year ending soon, I'm getting wrapped up in my feels in usual Crescence fashion. I am a Cancer so no one is surprised.

Next month will probably be more of an end-of-year devlog rather than the usual format. I know the devlogs of late have been all over the place, but once we get into the new year, it will be back to business as usual! Hope you all have a wonderful end to your year; I'll talk to you soon! <3

#alaris #devlog #bitches don't stop talking #aka me i'm bitches #also why did i shout out so many devs in this devlog #usually its like only one #that one being seyl of ravenstar games who i share a codependent relationship with #SODIFJ

[irrealisms]

if you can live your life without an audience, you should do it.

The Truman Show // MAG188 - Centre of Attention // Twitter: TubboLive // Can't Handle This (Kanye Rant) - Bo Burnham // Wilbur Soot VOD (Oct 17th 2020) - [DreamSMP] Speedy Stream Festival What festival // MAG117 - Testament // Margaret Atwood - The Robber Bride // @elytrians // MAG188 - Centre of Attention // The Truman Show (edit by @parakeet) // Untitled #15 by @that-house // something about a truman show complex, greek heroes, and the illusion of free will. by @yuker // Tom Stoppard - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead // Bo Burnham - Inside // you're fairly certain there's a curtain somewhere by @irrealisms

[IDs under cut]

Images 1 and 2: Screenshots of the Truman Show. The Closed Captions read "Let me get you some help, Truman. You're not well."

Image 3: ARCHIVIST: Hm. You want a show so badly?  Fine.

Image 4: a twitter poll by @TubboLive. text of the tweet is "What do we do..." Options are "Exile Tommy", with 55.8% of the vote, and "Don't Exile Tommy", with 44.2% of the vote.

Image 5: The truth is, my biggest problem's you/I want to please you/But I want to stay true to myself/I want to give you the night out that you deserve/But I want to say what I think/And not care what you think about it/Part of me loves you/Part of me hates you/Part of me needs you/Part of me fears you/And I don't think that I can handle this right now"

Image 6: WILBUR: You're saying "do it", chat, but you're-- this isn't-- you aren't affected, you just want to see explosions, you guys aren't affected, I understand, I understand, I-- I've been hasty.

Image 7: TIM: All right. I don’t know what you are, I don’t even know if you’re listening. I don’t care. Just, if you’re there, I want you to know that I hate you. I hate you for, for witnessing what’s happened to us.

Image 8: “Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

Image 9: a tumblr post by @elytrians. text: *coughs up blood* how do i look? do i look good? was that hot?

Image 10: She had once counted how many times she could spot a camera watching her during her morning run: thirty-one in ten minutes. At least, it had been back then. Last time she had tried it there were hundreds. They tracked her movements, and made so much noise she could not have ignored them if she tried. It was halfway between the mechanical whir of a focusing lens and the low rattle of mean-spirited laughter. Carmen didn’t go running anymore.

Image 11: The last scene of the Truman Show, edited to add a twitch chat full of PogChamp emotes.

Image 12: a comic of two squares talking. RED: I realized something. BLUE: Yeah? RED: This comic could just end. Without warning. The Creator could just get bored. BLUE: No closure, no catharsis, nothing. RED: Our recent few strips would make for unsatisfying ends. Maybe we should give every comic a satisfying conclusion. BLUE: But that’s life. Life doesn’t always have a satisfying ending. RED: This isn’t life, this is a comic. We can control it. We can make sure there’s a happy ending. BLUE: We can’t control jack shit. The comic’s ending is up to the Creator.

Image 13: a comic of Technoblade. He is sitting amongst scattered papers with his hands on his face. The scattered papers have the titles of various Technoblade DSMP Youtube videos written on them. Text on the image reads: “It can hurt, knowing you’re just a character with predetermined lines instead of a person with feelings. The voices are the audience and they’re constantly critiquing your performance.”

Image 14: ROS: I wish I was dead. (Considers the drop.) I could jump over the side. That would put a spoke in their wheel. GUIL: Unless they're counting on it. ROS: I shall remain on board. That'll put a spoke in their wheel. (The futility of it, fury.) All right! We don't question, we don't doubt. We perform.

Images 15, 16: Bo Burnham stands outside a house on a stage; there is a spotlight on him. the caption is [disembodied applause] He tries to reenter the house. the caption is [disembodied laughter].

Image 17: WILBUR: It’s better to play along. Give them what they want. Put on a show. Who cares who it hurts, as long as it’s fucking—influential? God, I hate it so much sometimes, I want to scream. And then I think, would they like that? Would that be entertaining enough for them? Still have to give them their performance. Even when I was dead I was still—I rehearsed my resurrection.  TECHNO: Dude, you need therapy.

#web weaving #therapists dni #a bit of a truman show complex #peering through the keyhole

[wild-karrde]

I'm gonna say something, and it's not targeted at any one user in particular because I've seen this ramping up A LOT across the fandom, especially with the premiere coming this week.

People are allowed to have different expectations/hopes/opinions than you, and that's not a personal attack on anyone. They are allowed to do that.

You can hope a character comes back from the dead. In a franchise that has practically written the joke that only Qui-Gon Jinn can't survive a lightsaber to the chest, I think it's more than fair to hope Tech re-emerges (I have my own EXCEPTIONALLY dark theories on how that may go, but we'll see). It's also ok for you to want him to stay dead. You are completely allowed to think that his arc hard run its course and his death served a purpose.

You can like the clones' physique as it's portrayed. You can prefer them thicker. And having one of these opinions is not an attack on the other.

You can want a happy ending for the Bad Batch and can be sad if it doesn't happen. That's allowed. You can also expect them to all die and to have our souls crushed. And wanting one of those doesn't make you "naive" or "too dark" or whatever adjective for not expecting the other.

I could go on and on with examples, but all to say there's this weird passive aggressive atmosphere going on right now where people post one thing, and others in the same circles/community feel the need to post the exact opposite like it's some kind of weird debate. There's posts circulating that feel borderline shaming for people that have particular hopes for the season. This is Tumblr. People just post stuff that makes them happy. Posting something you enjoy or have a theory about on a show isn't an attack on someone else or their opinions. And if you don't like someone's opinions THAT MUCH, then just unfollow them. It's really that simple. I've done it without saying a word to the person I disagreed with.

It's just really strange to me that a community that thrives off of theories and possibilities and different character interpretations and twisting threads of canon into complex stories based on a single line of dialogue or passing glance would be getting chippy with one another for having the same types of theories and hopes for undetermined canon. This is media we all love, so can we please let each other have our individual thoughts and opinions about it? I have had PLENTY of differing opinions with my friends on here about things I did/didn't like in a show. They're still my friends though.

In addition, can we all remember that just because something doesn't turn out the way you wanted, that doesn't mean it's bad; sometimes, sure, it's bad, but what I've found is that most likely means it just wasn't for you. And that's fine. Not everything can/should be for you. So go write a fic about it. Seriously. We all live for AUs. Go do it.

Let's all just be kind to one another, yeah? Because lately it feels like we're stepping on one another's excitement, and I'm not here for that.

#maybe we all just chill #because the last few weeks have been a lot #and every time I log on here I find I'm getting annoyed #let people have their feelings and hopes and theories #it costs you nothing #and impacts you in no way #and that's why we're all here anyway right? #so just be nice #don't be a wombat

[chaotic-on-main]

I'M BACK.

Hi guys. I hope you're ready for this.

Welcome to the first ever cringefest hosted by literally all of us writers on tumblr.

What is cringefest, you might be asking? Well my lovely tumblr fiend, this is an event for us lovely creative writers to band together and let go of all our inhibitions. I personally find that I stress out a lot about my writing, making sure it's professional and well written (hell I'm doing it right now as I write this) and that can be very taxing to go through! It's literally so stressful. But what if we said fuck it and wrote for the sake of it?? To be dumb, to laugh at our dumb ideas.

Let's put our blorbos into some situations, yeah??

But first, some answers to some questions:

What do I do?

Write the cringiest, most stupid drabble (or a one-shot if you have more to say) you can about whatever you want.

This is open to any fandom, character, show, anime, movie, trope etc etc.

You need to put them in some real cringy situations though. And make sure your writing itself is cringy, don't hold back!!

Please tw/cw accordingly.

Smut is allowed obviously, I'm not your mom, but again mark MDNI and tw/cw accordingly.

Can I join even if I don't write normally?

ABSOLUTELY. This is open to EVERYONE. AND I MEAN EVERYONE.

How long does this last?

This will be open starting Saturday, July 8th and will close on Saturday, July 15th.

Who do I tag once I'm done, and what do I tag it as?

Tag me, @chaotic-on-main, so that I can compile everyone's stories into one masterpost as they come in.

As for the tags, please tag it as #cringelord69 (thanks @humanitys-strongest-bamf) and #23cringefest!

I don't feel good about knocking on certain things.

This isn't a question but I hear you!! I also don't want this to feel like this is a 'shitting on' contest, BECAUSE IT'S NOT. This collab is not meant to be mean, discriminatory, or judgmental. The point of this is not to make fun of characters, tropes, scenarios, ESPECIALLY WRITERS. This is literally us having fun and writing these characters in the dumbest way possible. Think of my immortal from all those years ago. YEAH. THAT MY IMMORTAL.

I'm worried about being bullied for my writing.

Again, not a question, but that's okay! So listen bud, this is the best thing about being cringy on purpose. We're out here being shitty for the sake of being shitty and anyone that makes fun of you is the dummy for not understanding the assignment.

Try not to worry about it, but if you are, please just send it to me in an anon and I will post it and link it to the masterpost. Easy peasy!

I said I'd tag those who reblogged the original post here in case you were all interested and wanted to partake!

@wyvernslovecake @humanitys-strongest-bamf @highgoon69 @roseofdarknessblog @sckerman @suukee @kingkonoha @honeylavendr @rae-does-stuff @oxygenbefore1775

don't forget guys, CRINGE CULTURE IS DEAD.

HAVE FUN WITH THIS!!

#i will be reblogging this in the morning #any rbs would be so helpful!! #get the word out guys #let's have some fun #writing collab #writing #fanfiction #writing event #cringe culture is dead #attack on titan #my hero academia #bnha #shingeki no kyojin #snk #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #blue lock #oshi no ko #spy x family #haikyuu!! #vinland saga #anime #naruto #bleach #one piece #dr. stone #fullmetal alchemist

[finleyforevermore]

Dear Nex,

You're never going to see this. I know. I felt the need to write this for you anyway.

Maybe my input isn't needed because I'm cis, but I hope you and everyone else who sees this knows in spite of my gender identity and the privilege I have as a cis male that I'm aware that I have, I mean every word that I say. I never wanted to be privileged. I don't want to be privileged. I'm so incredibly sorry that I'm privileged. I know it's not right. I know it's not fair. If my input isn't needed, so be it. But I'm going to share it anyway.

My sorrow and rage and pain has not at all subsided since February 20, when I learned of your death. You've been in the back of my mind ever since. The grief and anger hasn't gone away. What your friends said about you and your family as well, shows that you were such a wonderful person. I wonder if you had social media. I would've loved to be your friend if you had Tumblr.

I find myself enjoying sunny weather and thinking "Nex would've liked this". I look at my friends' pet cats and think about Zeus. When listening to rock I wonder if you liked the song I listen to.

You were mistreated by your peers in life, because of your laugh, which I'm sure was wonderful, and the way you dressed. Being yourself cost you your life. And now even in death people refuse to respect you. Transphobes running rampant, calling you your deadname, someone here on Tumblr celebrating your death, labeled as filth. And now? Now your cause of death has been labeled as suicide. Even though absolutely none of it makes sense, and nothing adds up. It just doesn't make sense. And even if somehow you did commit suicide, the day before you did you were physically assaulted by your peers for getting fed up with being mocked. You were bullied before that too. Bullied relentlessly and mercilessly just for being you. The blood is still on their hands.

I'm utterly disgusted by the medical examiner, the state of Oklahoma, the transphobes, even myself sometimes for being so privileged because of my gender identity. I shouldn't be privileged for being cis. We should all be accepted and treated fairly and with care and love and respect. If only things were that ideal..

I'm crying now even as I write this. I so desperately wish that everything was different. That you weren't killed. That you could continue to hang out with your friends and be a kid. Making new recipes. Playing with Zeus. Playing your favorite songs. Making music, if you liked doing that.

Recently my faith and belief in God has been tested. But if there's an afterlife, a Heaven up there, I hope you're having fun and enjoying yourself up there. When I die and reach Heaven, I'll be sure to visit you.

On the other hand, if there's not a Heaven, I hope you're enjoying your eternal rest. Whatever being dead is like without an afterlife, I hope you're ok.

But until then I'm going to try my damndest to ensure your memory stays alive. Posting about you on social media and reblogging posts about you like wildfire so people never forget. I'm not going to let anyone forget you, Nex. I promise you. Me and all of the other people grieving here on Tumblr will continue to say your name, whether our shouts fall on deaf ears or not. We're never going to be silenced.

I raise my cup to you, Nex. You will be avenged. Justice will be served.

I didn't know you and I never will. You never knew me and you never will. But all the same, even if we're eternally strangers, I love you, Nex Benedict. I'm sorry the school failed you, I'm sorry the ambulance failed you, I'm sorry Oklahoma failed you, I'm sorry the world failed you. And perhaps I failed you somehow. And I'm so unbelievably sorry if I did. But I hope keeping your memory alive, and saying your name, and seeking justice can make up for it.

Until we're angels in Heaven once more.

Love, truly,

Finley

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[flightyquinn]

hey, minecraft tumblr, can we talk about something for a second?

this is what "horror mods" in minecraft look like right now. some long-limged oogabooga creature, usually black and with a big mouth, that chases you down while flailing and does a bunch of damage.

and yeah, i know that there are differences in mechanics between them, but in the end it still comes down to "you see an oogabooga in the distance, and then it chases you"

i'm not saying that this can't be scary. i'm just saying that it's getting a little oversaturated at this point, and there's other kinds of horror than just being chased by a model from spirit halloween's big & tall

if you want to stand out, you need to bring some new spooks

let me give you an example from a mod i've thought up, but probably won't end up making

i call it "The Innocent"

The Innocent looks like a baby villager with black eyes and a tattered robe in the nitwit colors. that's it. it doesn't even chase the player normally. in fact, it doesn't even move except to turn and face the player if they look at it. and that's where the fun begins...

The Innocent naturally spawns in uninhabited biomes, far away from both villagers and illagers. if the player looks at it for more than a second (so, long enough to be actually looking at it, and not just mousing past without noticing) it "bonds" to that player. once bonded to a player, it will keep appearing near them at random intervals, never under solid blocks (so not in caves or your house), spawning out of line of sight, watching them. it can and will watch through windows.

whenever it watches the player, The Innocent is also judging them. if the player kills living mobs, hits villagers, tramples crops, or other "bad" actions, this lowers an invisible karma score, while trading, building golems, breeding animals, and other "good" actions raise it.

if the player attacks The Innocent, it disappears in a puff of smoke, and this naturally lowers their karma a lot.

as The Innocent becomes more displeased, and it will over time become more displeased, bad things start to happen.

the sounds of crying, and eventually screaming children can sometimes be heard in the distance

baby zombie spawns become more common

nearby plants may turn to dead bushes when the player sleeps

paintings may change to others of the same size

rain and lightning become more frequent

zombies detect the player from farther away

etc...

if the player's karma is too low, then The Innocent may even turn into a (still black eyed) Drowned version of itself and attack. it's actually weaker than a regular baby zombie, though just as fast, so killing it isn't too hard. however, killing it doesn't make it stop, it just lowers your karma more, whereas dying to it is a Very Good Act. after all, you deserve it

but if killing it doesn't work, how does one get rid of The Innocent, i hear you ask. well, that's simple, after a certain number of encounters, every time you have a positive gain in karma by the time it disappears - that it to say, your karma at the end of the encounter is higher than it was at the start - there is a chance that The Innocent will be satisfied, meaning it will stop being bonded to you, and won't come back. there's just a couple of catches.

the number of encounters before it can be satisfied is random.

the player won't always be aware of when an encounter is happening.

"neutral" encounters - ones with no net change in karma - don't count towards the number.

the player doesn't get any direct indication of when The Innocent has stopped haunting them

#video games #minecraft modding #minecraft horror #horror mods #minecraft #long post #maybe rant #advice #my ideas

[poisonedprose]

Hi!

I recently found your blog and I have to say that I really love it.

It's impressive to me the way you manage to capture the words in the stories you've created, I really would love to have the skill you have but I suck at writing xd.

I also checked on your profile that you have open requests, I wanted to request a Su Hyeok story from "All of us Are Dead", since I saw the character I was literally crushed and to my surprise there isn't much material about him here on Tumblr, it could be something romantic when they are on the rooftop of the school after escaping the music room and Su-Hyeok wants to talk to Y/N and ends up proposing, it's a scenario I've had in my mind for a while and I would really look forward to you writing it.

Obviously no pressure or anything like that, take as much time as you need, I hope you're well and thank you for the good time I have reading what you write. ❤️❤️

₊˚✧ marry had a little lamb

su-hyeok lee x gn!reader

warnings: none that i can think of

masterlist

AN: youre so sweet :(( it really means so much to me so i hope you like this ! ily /p (and im so sorry for such a long wait! i wasn't feeling very well this week but i hope the wait was worth it)&lt;;3

You were still trying to catch your breath when Su-hyeok pulled you to the side. "Are you okay?" He asked with concern written all over his face. "Yeah, I mean, I think so." You smiled to try and ease his worries. His eyes quickly scanned over your body to make sure there were no visible bite marks.

"I'm fine, I promise." You take his face in your hands, your eyes meeting each other's gaze. He nodded, but he still scanned every last inch of you that was visible to him. "Sorry, sorry. I just.." He trailed off, his mind racing and his eyes wandering to the group who seemed to just be standing around. He turned back to you, a glimmering look in his eyes.

You looked up at him. "You just.." You encourage him, trying to get to the very center of his mind. He licked his lips before reaching his hand into his back pocket. You cock your head slightly, confused at to what he could possibly be reaching into his pocket for. He glances at the group one more time before pulling a little black box out of his pocket.

"I know this probably isn't the best place to do this and I don't really have anything to say planned but I just really really love you, Y/N. And when we get out of all this I want to be your husband." He opened the box, revealing a ring inside. You were shocked, your words running dry. You examined the ring in the box, looking back up at Su-hyeok with visible shock.

Even in these horrid times, he still finds a way to make a smile creep onto your face. "Oh, my god." You gasp quietly, mostly to yourself. "Whaddya say? Wanna be stuck with me forever?" He smiled and you couldn't say no. "Yes, a thousand times, yes!" He smiles at your responses and takes the ring out of the box and places it on your finger. You take a second to admire the ring before wrapping Su-hyeok in your arms.

You laughed in your head at his choice of place and time but it made it even more special in it's own sick way. "I love you." You whispered in his ear and he couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of joy that filled his chest when the words left your tongue. "I love you." He returned the phrase, leaving a kiss on your temple. "What are you guys doing over there?" Dae-su calls out forcing you both to break the hug. You can't help but giggle at the annoyed look on Su-hyeok's face.

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