#but I haven't been around my computer a whole lot so I haven't opened the gift yet!

[secondbeatsongs]

ouran high school ghost club

is that anything?

#ohshc #ouran high school host club #personal #sbs rambles #had this sudden thought #also!! hi!! someone sent me crabs!! and I'm super grateful! #but I haven't been around my computer a whole lot so I haven't opened the gift yet! #I probably will sometime this week though #so sorry about that delay but thank you whoever sent me crabs! #I will cherish them as my own!

[deonsx]

Request again! I’m so sorry for requesting fast. You’re the only one who accepts my request.

Can you do a s/o that really powerful? Like have a really strong ability yet she keep it secret, and after 2 years of dating they finally found out after they got attacked by enemy organization? Fyodor, Jouno and Tecchou?

Sorry, it’s too detail. I just can’t hold my happiness after you accepted my request! You just lightens my entire day! <3

This message made me very happy! I haven't been able to write for a long time because I've been busy. I will be online as much as I can and feel free to share your requests with me!

Feat: Dazai, Fyodor, Jouno, Tecchou

A S/o Who Surprises Them With Her Power

Summary: Since you couldn't control your ability since you were little, it's been hurting people and now it's time to use it

Dazai Osamu

It was an ordinary day, until the agency was attacked by the port mafia. Under normal circumstances, you don't have to worry because the agency can handle this on its own or you can provide some help from time to time, but they are really so small that they cannot be felt

But suddenly everything changed, the whole team went to different areas and tasks on different calls and you were currently handling some file work at the agency with your boyfriend. "Bella bella, look at your luck, there are only two of us left!!"

You rolled your eyes at his affectionate speech, a quick explosion shook the agency as you laughed, "What's going on!?" You asked as you ran away from the shaking building. When you finally landed on the street, Port Mafia's men surrounded you. Dazai's ability was useless right now, so what were we supposed to do?

You thought maybe we could get away, but you heard a gunshot and saw your boyfriend get shot in the arm as he pulled to protect you. “Damn!” Osamu whimpered in pain, it's happening again, someone gets hurt whether you use that ability or not, You forced yourself to focus.. I think it was finally time for you to use that ability. The ground suddenly started shaking and everything started shaking like a big earthquake. "What's going on? We should notify the boss!" The voices of the men across the street filled your ears, "We are retreating!" But no, you couldn't let them escape, especially when they injured the man you loved most, you tried to control your strength and caused a huge crack to open in the ground. All the sounds were the men's screams

When everything was over, you looked at your boyfriend, but your eyes were trembling, it meant a lot to you that he was hurt. "Y/o you.." the brunette looked at you with his eyes, ignoring the bullet in his arm. "I-I really didn't mean for it to happen like this.." your boyfriend's serious face quickly softened and His hand caressed your hair, "Shh, everything is over.." he placed kisses on your hair and said that this is what you have been afraid of all this time "I would never blame you, my beloved"

Fyodor Dostoyevski

As usual, you were at the computer desk and writing a lot of reports, but your boyfriend still hadn't returned home, you felt a slight fear, you knew how strong the man was, but where was he right now?

Out of curiosity, you left him calls on the phone, but since there was no response, he quickly became worried, but you remained cool and decided to leave the house and go to work. As you started to approach the workplace with your car, you saw that the building was on fire. You panicked, stopped the car right there and quickly got out

You quickly examined the building and walked around it. When you reached the dead end, you heard the sound of pointing a gun behind you. "So it's you? Our target was your boyfriend, but you wouldn't be a good reward?" Looking at the men next to you they laughed at each other and took steps towards you your head pushed you to do the first thing that came to your mind and you quickly summoned your ability

The surrounding buildings shook rapidly and covered the street behind which was their escape area. You couldn't control your strength when you were nervous, you quickly picked up a large piece from the ground and threw it on the men and everywhere turned into dust and smoke.. as the voices became quieter, you slowly knelt down and tried to catch your breath in the dusty air

There was a sound of walking behind the smoke and fog. You tried to gather yourself against the enemy, but you saw a familiar face. "Fyodor..?" you called out to him with your light voice "What happened here..you were supposed to be at home s/o" fyodor did not hide his surprise at the unexpected event "I-I was just worried.." fyodor increased his steps towards you and knelt down and put his hand on your chin "How long have you been hiding from me.. .Why are you hiding my love?”

"I didn't want you to see me like that, I can't even control myself” Those light purple eyes narrowed and finally closed while taking a deep breath "I understand.. you must be tired, let's go home, dear”

Jouno Saigiku

The two of you were finally having a leisurely breakfast at a cafe. It wasn't easy to convince him because he kept saying "We have to work", "We have work to do, we can't take a break", "We can't relax", but eventually you convinced him and you were having a comfortable breakfast with him and there was a beautiful happiness on his face. "You're so happy... all we do is run away from work"

"You're whining all the time, enjoy the moment, jouno..." You muttered to him while he was eating his food by himself. While you were both eating your meals, there was an explosion from the next building, your office building, and the whole cafe shook. "What is this!?" Jouno shouted as he quickly stood up, you both fled the cafe and ran towards the explosion at work

You looked at the building that turned into a battlefield and you both looked at each other and ran into the building. The fog was making it difficult to see around you as you covered your nose due to the smoke. When you came across the corpses of the people working with you inside, you looked at your boyfriend in fear. "They.." Jouno spoke without letting the frustration out. "We have to find the boss! We don't have time!"

You probably ran towards the locked door, but neither of you could open the door due to your efforts. "Jouno! blood!" you said blood coming from under the door, as your boyfriend smelled the blood a voice was heard from behind "I think someone lost their direction" you turned your head towards the male voice "S/o! stay behind me!" Your boyfriend spoke as he drew his sword defensively towards the man

The enemy in front of you quickly took his hand to the metal gun and sabotaged your boyfriend's gun. "It's such a shame to be looked down upon.." you brought your hand up to the man as his steps approached you and quickly threw them back to save yourself and your boyfriend from the situation. The man quickly ran away from the flying table coming towards him from you. "Wow! "I didn't know, look, my fun is going to get even bigger" your boyfriend paused for a moment in confusion but then quickly overpowered him while his mind wandered

When all the events stopped, you and Jouno were in front of the collapsed building. "Why did you feel the need to hide it from me, s/o?" your silence was eerie but understandable to him "I would have supported you if you had told me..please don't let this happen again"

Tecchou Suehiro

It was a tiring day. When you woke up, your boyfriend was not in your bed. You realized that he was doing his usual training with the sound of breathing coming from the living room. You lifted your quilt, leaned against the door of the living room with your cotton nightgown, and looked at your boyfriend doing push-ups

You watched his half-naked body move up and down. The dirty thoughts that came to your mind quickly went away and you let your voice reach his ear. "Who is this handsome man? And he is in my house, am I in a dream?" Tecchou slowly stopped and crossed his legs, turning to you and giggling, "hahh, it's a really fresh morning" he smiled at you, making the serious expression on his face disappeargf

You had breakfast together and left the house and your boyfriend decided to walk you instead of driving "ahhhh I hate this sports stuff!" tecchou was continuing on his way ignoring you. When you heard the building next to you being combed with guns, a serious look appeared on both of your faces, "s/o go around that side! We have to protect the innocent!"

You both separated to the sides and you used your strength to push a pregnant woman away from the rock that came towards her. While doing this, you felt someone running towards you from behind and you quickly turned around and activated your power. The ground quickly split open and the person who came disappeared in an instant

When it was all over you saw your boyfriend running to you yelling "s/o! are you okay!? how did this crack in the floor form?" he asked you looking confused and kneeling down he waited for an answer from you the serious expression on his face scared you "It's just..while I wanted to protect.." tecchou's face followed you around slightly and when he took you under his cloak you saw the serious expression on my face looking at you with low soft eyes, He left a long kiss on her head, "Darling, no one should know about this but us, I will protect you”

Enjoy!

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[artificial-transmutations]

Visiting the dentist

Rodrigo was really not looking forward to this day. He had a dentist appointment today and really didn't want to go - but his tooth ache was getting worse every day.

He hated going to the dentist with a passion. Everything about it was just painful or disturbing. No one should be allowed to operate a fricking drill inside his mouth! Even imagining the noise, it would produce made the hairs on his neck stand up in terror.

Standing in the cold winter air in front of the dentist's office made the pain in his mouth even worse, but he struggled whether to enter or just screw it and drive home immediately.

It was no use - on a rational level he knew the pain would only get worse. He sighed and entered the dental office. It was warmer in there, which was good. After hanging up his coat, he didn't actually have to wait long. There were no other patients in the waiting area, which was probably because of the time of day. Rodrigo was an author, so he had the luxury of being able to make appointments like this when other people were at work.

He was a little surprised though, as the person who entered the room after him was not the old woman who was torturing his teeth the last time, but a young and reasonably attractive man, who immediately shook his hand. Rodrigo could very much imagine that man not in a doctors coat but on a beach somewhere, just standing and looking good.

"Hi! I'm Garret, how are you feeling today?"

"Fine", Rodrigo lied, and added: "What happened to Dr. Shaffer?"

"Oh, she retired - actually two years ago! You haven't been here for a while?" Garret answered with a warm smile.

Rodrigo shook his head. "No. To be quite honest I don't like the dentist very much. Not you in particular Dr..."

"Just Garret is fine", Garret said.

"Dr. Garret.", Rodrigo continued, "But the whole place just gives me the creeps."

"No worries!" Garret laughed. "I don't know too many people who actually enjoy visiting the dentist. So, Rodrigo, what brings you to us today?"

Rodrigo didn't know if he was comfortable with the doctor being so first-name-basis with him but went along with it anyway. "Right, so, my teeth are aching, and it's really painful by now. I probably should have come sooner, but,..."

Garret interrupted him. "No worries. Let's just have a look and fix you up. Please get on the chair and open your mouth."

Rodrigo gulped and sat on the clean black faux leather dentist chair. This is where the hell began.

Garret carefully probed around in Rodrigos mouth, using his gloved hand to do so. After a while, he sighed and said:

"Well, there's a whole lot of caries in there I'm afraid. I can start to remove it right away, but it won't be pleasant."

"Ugh." Was all that Rodrigo was able to get out.

"There is another alternative, though. It's a bit more costly but it comes with additional perks. We can fix your teeth entirely painlessly by a new procedure. You will be better than new!"

"Painless sounds good. Okay, I'll take it. What do I have to do?"

"Great choice, Rodrigo. This procedure is really quick. Please take off your shirt."

That struck Rodrigo as a strange request, but everything was better than the drill. So, he exposed his unimpressive white chest, while Garret entered a few commands into his computer.

"Alright, this will only take a few moments. Have fun!" Garret smiled. Rodrigo couldn't help but notice the tent in the doctors trousers. Did he get a boner for some reason?

Suddenly, Rodrigo felt warm. The pulsating pain in his mouth ebbed almost instantly, but the changes did not stop there! His skin cleared up and his face grew a tiny bit squarer than before. Then, the changes continued from his face downward. Suddenly, his arms inflated with muscles, as well as his chest. His shoulders widened and his frame became way more masculine. It didn't expand to bodybuilder-like proportions, but he became way beefier than before. His abs became more defined as well. On his chest, a slight coating of hair grew in, and his skin tone became a healthy shade of tanned pink. Inside his pants, he could feel his pelvis growing wider and packing on meat, as well as his legs, which became stronger and fitter as well. Even his feet expanded a good one or two shoe sizes!

Last, but finally not least, Rodrigo felt his cock increase in size as well. It felt like getting hard, and he probably also was - but the final size of his stiff cock was considerably larger than what he measured before.

In just a few minutes, Rodrigo had been improved all over - including, but certainly not limited to, a whole new set of teeth, which were new and healthy as they could be. Full of wonder, he looked up to Garret, only to find that the other man had gotten rid of his own shirt as well and bent down to him, smiling and asking:

"Care to try out the full package before you leave?"

#male transformation #muscle transformation

[mariposa-writes]

Good Sleep - LaMelo Ball

Summary: hate writing these, so just read and find out.

A/N: This man is the love of my life (and his brothers).

It was hard, dating an NBA player. Not that it was Melo's fault. He tried to make things as easy as possible. He called whenever he could, making sure to at least check in on me once a day.

It wasn't like I made things any easier. I took a lot of pride in my job and it felt like a lot of the time when he was home, I was busy working.

Which is what I am currently doing. Its around midnight, when I hear the garage open, I know it's Melo. His team was supposed to get back earlier tonight, but their flight got delayed due to weather.

After a few minutes he enters our room. I moved in with him a 6 months ago, since I practically lived there full time anyways. We both also thought it would be a good way to spend more time together.

"Hey, babe." He says walking over to me and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. He heads into our bathroom, getting ready to shower. He hates how he feels after plane rides, always complaining about being dirty. "What are you working on?" He calls from the bathroom.

"Just work stuff." I respond, not having the time to explain. I have to have these reports ready by Monday. I'm a CFO for a major clothing company in the US. We are currently working on expanding to European countries.

Melo showers while I work and before I know it he's climbing into bed. "Babe," He whines, "when are you going to bed?"

"I don't know, soon." I answer, dismissively. He frowns, looking up at me from where he's laying.

"You work to hard. Your not even 22 and your the CFO for a major company. I worry you're gonna work yourself to death." Melo's always hated how hard I work. We've been dating since we were both 19.

I was getting ready to graduate college, when he was getting drafted into the NBA. Being born a genius helped me fast track my schooling and career.

I started interning with the company I currently work at when I was 17, the summer after my junior year. I started working with them when they were just a start up, but in the past four years they have rapidly grown and I've been a part of the process the whole way.

This company is like my baby and I'm the one that has to track everything to make sure we are achieving our goals. I never intended on working here this long, but I love the people I work with (the pay isn't bad either).

They promoted me to CFO when their old one left to work for a bigger company. What an idiot, they didn't have believe in the company and soon ours will be bigger than the one they are working for.

Three hours later and I'm still working, Melo's passed out. After he fell asleep I headed to the office he set up for me, not wanting to wake him.

I have a blanket wrapped around me, with my headphones in and a cup of hot chocolate sitting on the desk. Once I get this done, I'll be on Monday and present to our investors I will be on vacation for the next 9 days.

I haven't told Melo yet, wanting to surprise him since our schedules rarely line up.

I look up from my computer, when I see the hallway light turn on. I take my headphones out, knowing it's Melo. He walks into my office, frowning. "Babe, go to bed." He groans.

"Ok, just give me a few minutes."

"Nope, you always say that and then a few minutes turn into another hour or two and then you're only getting like 2 hours of sleep before you head into the office." He walks over and shuts my laptop, before pulling me out of the chair.

I whine and protest the whole way back to our bed, but he doesn't seem to care. He makes me lay down and tucks me in like I'm a little kid, before climbing in bed next to me.

Once he's in bed his, arm wraps around my waist as he pulls me closer resting his head on my stomach. "Finally, I can sleep now."

"You've been asleep this whole time." I argue.

"Yea, but now I'll get good sleep. I only get good sleep when you're with me." I smile, even though he can't see me. I continue playing with his hair, before we both drift of to sleep in each other's arms.

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[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 2. 01 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

I took out my phone trying to see if it was working now, but when I put it against my ear the same annoying pitch sound came through.

"Goddamnit!" I groan out putting my phone next to me before putting my head in my hands.

I jumped almost out of my skin when I heard a groan from beside me. For a second I thought that somehow the girl had found a way to come in, but luckily it was just Hyun-su waking up.

His eyes flutter open blinking a few times before being fully open. I watch as his hand when to his head, probably on the spot he hit the ground with.

"A....are you, okay?"

With wide eyes, he turned his head at me. It took him a few seconds to recognize me, but quickly his expression changed to his usual emotionless one.

"Yeah." Carefully he sat up still holding his head.

"W...what happened to the woman?" His eyes went from the ground to meet mine trying to find an answer in them, but the only I did was shrug.

"I don't know. I haven't seen or heard her ever since I dragged you back here."

A frown came on his face.

"D...drag? What happened?"

Again I shrug my shoulders.

"Again I don't know. When I came around the corner you were on the ground with a man standing next to you, but I don't think he did something to you." He nodded his head trying to process everything that had just happened.

"H....how long was I out."

"Around eight hours or so."

I stood up stretching my legs while looking around the room. There was almost nothing here. A mattress and the computer from earlier, The only other thing that was in the room were empty ramyeon cups..... a lot.

The curtains were also closed making it here more darker than it should be.

"Can I open a window? I just need some air."

I don't really think he had heard what I said because he was still looking down in his thoughts, but he still nodded his head. With my socks, I walked next to him on the mattress to open the window. I was so happy I could get some fresh air, but the moment I pulled the curtains away my heart completely stopped.

"Oh my God," I mutter out of shock.

"What?" I heard Hyun-su say from beside me, but I didn't answer him.

I was just too in shock at what I was seeing in front of me with my eyes. When I didn't give him an answer I felt him stand up taking one curtain out of my hand so he could open it more to see for himself. Even though my eyes weren't on him I could feel him freeze when he saw what I saw.

The whole city was in ruins. Smoke rose up from corners in between the building. The things that were nearby and we could see from above were destroyed completely. The sound of sirens came from everywhere. It looked like the end of the world was upon us.

A dripping sound dragged me out of my thoughts and made me look down. There was blood dripping down at our feet.

Wait?

What?

I looked up at Hyun-su and saw blood coming out of his nose.

A lot just like with the girl.

"Y....you're bleeding." I croak out getting his attention.

His hand went to his nose trying to cover it, but it was no use it kept on coming out. He took a few steps back still covering his nose. His eyes were wide open looking at me like he was a kid scared of something.

"Go to the bathroom! Quick!" I told him loudly.

Listening to me, he turned around walking with a quick pass to it with his hand still on his nose. I watched as he left a trail of blood players on the ground. It reminds me of my nosebleeds and how much I have stained my floor with them.

That's when a thought came into my head. I look up at where the bathroom is, hearing the water running.

He has the symptoms I have been having for the past week. They are also the same as what they describe on the computer. My head turns back to the screen debating if I should look again. I could still hear the water running in the bathroom, besides I don't think he minds me being on the computer if it is for looking up answers.

Turning the screen on, I took a seat in front of it. There were those words again. Nosebleed, infected, and so on. I was about to click on a link when Hyun-su's made me jump back.

"What are you doing?" With my hand on my chest, I look up at him before answering.

"Searching for answers. It's not just happening here." My gaze went back to the screen finally opening the link.

I felt Hyun-su moving over to be me before sitting down. With a fast-beating heart, I began to read.

'It's not a disease, but a curse.'

What? A frown came to my face before reading further.

'Frequent nosebleeds, hallucinations.'

I don't think I had hallucinations in the last couple of weeks only nightmares.

'It just started one day and it will never stop. No known the cause.'

I bite my lip knowing that they can't find something to stop it if they don't what started it, but just like it said. It's not a disease.

It's a curse.

I took a deep breath before reading further.

'Humans will not overcome this. If you have symptoms kill yourself before it's too late. Because being alive will harm others.'

From the corner of my eyes, I watch Hyun-su tense up probably reading the same part as me. My attention went back to the screen, ready to read further.

'But if you decide to live to the end, there is something you must know.'

Quickly I scroll further down.

'That is.'

The moment I wanted to scroll down further the page disappeared.

"What the hell?" I mutter out.

A different page came on the screen telling us there was no connection with the internet. My hands let go of the computer mouse, putting them in my lap. So there is nothing we can really do about this? It's meant to destroy us all eventually. Hyun-su grabbed the mouse clicking rapidly on it, trying to refresh the page.

Swallowing hard I ran a hand through my hair shaking my head.

"That's it?" I whisper to no one particularly.

For a few seconds, we just sat there looking at the screen in front of us, until we heard one of our stomachs growl. I look down putting my hand on my belly before looking back up to meet Hyun-su's eyes.

"Sorry. I hadn't really eaten something since yesterday afternoon." I apologize.

Maybe I could go to my place and grab something real quick. I'm pretty sure he would be hungry too. This was confirmed when Hyun-su's stomach growled too. And seeing all the ramyeon packages lying around here, I'm pretty sure he hasn't eaten anything decent in a while. I stood up and began to walk to the door.

"Wait! Where are you going?" I turned around and saw him standing up as well.

"I'm going down to my place to get us something to eat." I was about to turn around when he spoke again.

"No, wait." He walked up to me looking at the door.

"I think my delivery is still outside." I look at the door with a frown.

I didn't see something lying there yesterday. Then again I was almost killed by a crazy woman, so I didn't have the time to look around.

"Stay here. I'm pretty sure no one's out there." Before I could answer he walked to the door opening it slightly.

I took a step to the side crossing my arms over my chest.

"After that we...." I started speaking but abruptly stopped when the ringing in my ears started again together with the awful feeling in my stomach.

Quickly I spun back around ready to tell Hyun-su to shut the door when I saw him crouch down to the ground while two grey-looking arms came through the doorway, with one on each hand with long pointy fingers. His head was half gone making it so you could see his brain, well half his brain. That looked like lotus roots. He only had one ear, while the other one was cut off clean just like half of his face.

"I can't see." It whispers groans, walking inside the apartment. Just like Hyun-su, I put my two hands over my mouth trying to be as quiet as possible. The monster was trying to feel around if someone was there while muttering the same sentence.

"I can't see." My heart began to beat faster when I saw him walking in my direction.

Quickly, but carefully to not make any noise I crouch down. My hands were shaking over my mouth while I could feel tears filling my eyes because of fright. The monster still came closer to me, trying to feel around above me.

With my panicked eyes, I looked at Hyun-su who had the same expression on his face. I saw him look around before his gaze fell on the stick from last night.

My eyes widened when I saw him trying to grab it, which I quickly shook my head at. It would make too much noise. The beating of my heart stopped when he grabbed it and a little noise came from picking it up.

"Found you." It croaks out.

I had sworn he was about to launch at Hyun-su when a cracking sound came from one of the announcement speakers above him. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw that the monster's hand had turned into what looked like a root spearing it through the speaker above Hyun-su.

After what seemed like an eternity the monster finally began to move again. It shuffled his way past Hyun-su still muttering I can't see. A big sigh left my mouth when I fell completely to the ground. My legs were all cramped up from sitting in a crouch position for too long. I heard the door close shut, which made me feel a little bit safer.

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Hey, I hope you are all enjoying the story. Thank you so much for all the love you guys are giving it!

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[genericpuff]

Guess it's time for me to give the people what they asked for- (FP spoilers ahead)

Hey y'all, thanks for waiting while I got my ducks in a row to put this lil' essay together. Life's been doing a lot of 180's and I haven't had as many spoons to allocate to LO crit and all that good shit. And honestly, half the struggle of putting these essays together is finding screenshots to back up my claims, the episodes are so cluttered with nonsensically-woven events that it often has me scrolling through multiple episodes wondering if I'm crazy and if the panels I remember even exist.

BUT I just got back from work, Halloween's right around the corner, and I'm feeling like talking about one of the witchiest LO characters of all.

Yep, we're talking Daphne.

(note: there are FastPass spoilers in this essay!)

Now I know - some of y'all in the UnpopularLO and LO crit communities really like Daphne because of her willingness to hold Thanatos accountable. But if you'll give me a few paragraphs, ima tell you why she's just as if not more problematic than some of the go-to problematic characters in LO (AND ima blow your mind with something I don't think y'all have even realized but once you see it, you can't unsee it).

Daphne, like many characters in LO, started off relatively strong. Though her inclusion was a little random, I liked it as a way to show Persephone's past friends from the Mortal Realm (and also it just went to show how obsessed Apollo was with Persephone prior to the whole overthrowing-Zeus retcon).

But that's about where my compliments end because as her inclusion in the plot went on, I came to realize that Daphne is 1.) yet another character in the plot whose only purpose is to be a victim, 2.) unable to practice what she preaches and forces onto other characters, and 3.) yet another character who's used as a Therapy Speak stand-in for Rachel to try and project herself onto.

Let's get the obvious aside - yes, she's basically just another Persephone clone. And by extension that does, in a really messed up way, make her another Rachel clone, but instead of serving the DDLG function of satisfying Rachel's weird but obvious hyperfixation on being a sugar baby (i.e. Persephone) she instead serves the function of being a holier than thou "I'm gonna recite self-help advice that doesn't actually apply to your situation" person, in the same vein as people who use Twitter as their handbook for catch-all moral behavior. Y'know the word... virtue signalling.

I think where Daphne first started to fall apart for me was her first serious interaction with Thanatos, and this is one that gets called out a lot. Daphne is talking about her issues trying to get Apollo's validation, and Thanatos is mentioning how upset he is over Persephone getting special treatment from Hades, when we get THIS little schpeel:

I'm sorry to break it to y'all, but she is NOT being insightful here. She's basically telling Thanatos what Rachel wants to say to her audience - "stop caring so much that Hades is a creepy old man taking advantage of a 19 year old girl in a corporate setting where there's obvious special treatment at play - you're supposed to ship them dammit!"

Neither do we, Thanatos, neither do we.

But think about it. Thanatos is an employee of Hades, one we've found out through both previous and future interactions is often berated and mistreated by Hades (retconned to be Daddy Issues, okay Rachel...) whose job is literally affected by internships, the same way it is in most corporate settings. Internships are incredibly competitive positions, ESPECIALLY in massive mega-corporate settings like the one run by the King of the Dead. There were undoubtedly more people way more qualified for the job. Especially considering little miss Persephone doesn't even know how to operate a computer.

No, you're not required to already 'know' everything during an internship, but there's a reason most internships are only open to students with some kind of transcript showing they're familiar with the work that's being expected of them. Persephone has NONE of that here, AFAIK she's in school for biochem, she has no experience managing shades or even turning on a bloody computer, and here she is, hired to work a job that she has no connection to or interest in besides Hera telling her to (which idk why Hera's even able to do that considering it's not her domain) and the money. Which she shouldn't even be receiving but does because of Hades favoring her for being cute.

I've seen a myriad of Daphne-like defenses of this, stating "well Thanatos is the God of the Dead, his job isn't necessarily affected by Persephone so he shouldn't give a shit."

Except he literally sits next to her.

If you've ever worked in a corporate setting or any kind of industry that utilizes internship programs, you very likely also know what it's like to get an intern who's clearly been hired due to favoritism or nepotism or some other bullshit reason that has nothing to do with the job itself. Intern or not, the skill level of other employees can and will affect your own job. If Persephone fucks up, that could mean problems for Thanatos, Minthe, and other employees under Hades' care. And Thanatos/Minthe/etc. should NOT have to be responsible for carrying her weight or teaching her how to do a job that she should have been qualified for when she got picked.

And, by the way, we can give further credit to Thanatos being bothered by this because we know that Thanatos has been working for Hades for centuries and he's witnesses Hades hire not one, not two, but three employees simply due to being cute or because of some made-up superfluous reason that Hades came up with on the spot. That we know of. Needless to say, HADES HAS A HISTORY OF HIRING PEOPLE ON THE SPOT WITH ZERO REAL QUALIFICATIONS.

(there are some obvious parallels between Persephone and Minthe but we're not gonna get into that in this essay)

Needless to say, if you had a boss who treated you like a doormat despite ABSOLUTELY NEEDING YOU TO MAKE MONEY AT ALL (remember that Thanatos is LITERALLY the god of the dead and Hades is the equivalent of the dead's accountant, Thanatos is not someone who is considered subservient to Hades, if anyone is working for anyone, it's the other way around) and had a history of hiring and firing women for no reason other than wanting to bone them? You'd be pretty pissed too.

And yet here comes Daphne with the oh-so-insightful "wHy dO yOu cArE" schpeel straight from the Twitter Handbook of Life Advice as if Thanatos doesn't stand to have his own job or life compromised by Hades' shitty behavior. Thanatos is fully in the right for raising an eyebrow at his boss - and later established, his father figure - constantly hiring unqualified hot young women to help manage the Underworld.

So that alone had me kind of rolling my eyes at Daphne. She's trying to take some kind of moral high ground without taking a moment in the SLIGHTEST to understand where he's coming from or the context of his situation, even though it's literally what he does for her.

But that's just the tip of the iceberg. We ain't done, folks.

Shortly after this, Daphne shows a clear interest in Thanatos but makes it clear she doesn't wanna date him to "fix" him, she wants him to "get his shit together."

This on its own was fine, I'm all for having more female characters who don't date the first guy who gives them empathy.

But then almost IMMEDIATELY afterwards, basically by the time we see her next, she's dating him anyways and goes ahead and says this shit:

Daphne, which is it exactly? Do you have self-respect, or are you seriously gonna try and 'fix' him when you literally just said to him that you weren't gonna be responsible for that? Pick a lane, for the love of god.

Now, once was bad enough, but she literally does it again in Episode 217. When Hades shows up to speak to Thanatos (in an attempt to find Hypnos) and Thanatos obviously IMMEDIATELY writes him off (as he should!) and Daphne just ?? stomps on Thanatos' boundaries entirely? ??

AND THEN SHE HAS THE NERVE

TO TWITTER SPEAK AT HADES

TELLING HIM TO LISTEN AND VALUE THANATOS' FEELINGS

AS IF SHE'S NOT COMPLETELY DISMISSING THANATOS' FEELINGS JUST TO TAKE SOME SUPERFLUOUS MORAL HIGHGROUND-

Man, seriously, fuck Daphne. If Persephone is Rachel's messed up way of having some kink fantasy self-insert, then Daphne is Rachel's equally messed up way of having her moral high ground talk-at-the-audience self-insert.

But hoo boy, that brings us to Persephone, Hades, and the inversion of their relationship juxtaposed against Daphne and Thanatos. This is that "once you see it" thing y'all have been waiting for.

And that begins once you ask yourself, who do Daphne and Thanatos remind you of?

Oh. Right.

Pink nymph-like character from the Mortal Realm with flowing hair who acts like they're better than everyone else and constantly gets away with shitty behavior? Check.

Blue/grey cthonic god with dominion over the dead, mommy/daddy issues, and banging Minthe? Check.

Obvious gap in how the two people in the relationship are presented, treated, and behave in LO's class system compared to everyone around them? Check.

Borderline toxic relationship dynamic in which one plays the Daddy Dom role and another plays the Little Girl role? Oh yeah, check.

But in Daphne and Thanatos' case, it's inverted.

Persephone is presented as a naive, in-over-her-head character who gets into a relationship with someone who speaks on her behalf and makes a lot of decisions for her.

And here we have Thanatos, a naive, in-over-his-head character who gets into a relationship with someone who speaks on his behalf and makes decisions for him- oop.

Daphne and Thanatos may as well just be Rachel's excuse to keep drawing Persephone x Hades fluff without it being Persephone x Hades fluff.

Same petty, tone deaf virtue-signaling dialogue. Same pink x blue aesthetic. Same roles in the comic's established class system. Same character arc that's reduced to being nothing more than a #metoo victim of assault from a man (the same man no less) all just to push their love interests' character arc and make them look better by comparison. Same creepy, toxic DDLG undertones projected from a creator who's proven to be into these power-imbalanced controlling relationship dynamics.

Daphne isn't 'empowering'. She's not 'mature.' She's yet another Rachel projection - Persephone but not Persephone - to talk at the audience with generic Therapy Speak while refusing to uphold the very virtues she's signaling. It's not a good thing that her greatest contribution to the plot was being another victim of Apollo.

The proof is all there. If you've still got a hint of doubt, look no further than the newest FastPass preview for Episode 219.

That's all I'm gonna say on that.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #lore olympus spoilers #lmao rachel only posts previews to the FB FastPass group #and says not to share it outside of the group ??? #rachel baby this is the internet #moderate your groups with an iron fist all you want #people will still get into them easily

[therobotmonster]

My Retro-Cartoon Ramblings, Part 4

Going back to the Shuki Levy-themesong pool, there's Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors. We're mostly gonna talk concepts and broad strokes here, because I haven't been able to make it far into the series, cuz it just... uh... it's lucky it has that opener.

So like he's gotta "Unite the Magic Route" to save the galaxy. Okay. Makes sense. They're cars driving through hyperspace tunnels taken over by biotech plants, being able to find the secret way through the system would let them defeat the Monster Mi-

Wait... magic "ROOT?

It's a root, a plant root, that's the McGuffin!?!

I mean, there's some potential here, it's got runaway biotech computers, it's got a trippy space-truckin' thing going, it's got a villain named "Saw Boss", but somehow its still the one thing neither cartoon nor ad should be...

Just... meh. The theme song is literally all you need. Also, Toy Galaxy has a great breakdown of the whole Wheeled Warriors mess I couldn't do justice to here.

Spinning away from the toyetic, I am fascinated by "Heathcliff and the Catallac Cats" Aka "Cats and Company", the original themesong of which fits way better, but doesn't name-check Heathcliff so it got axed.

The show was 1/2 Heathcliff doing his remarkably aggressive schtick in his American comic strip-styled universe, and 1/2 the Catallac cats which had, well, its own style, best described as "Top Cat but Horny."

Both sides' plots were structured around comedic hijinks around scams or schemes, and both had a theme of rough, street-smart cats with demanding, high-class girlfriends. Odd to have that happen twice in the same show. A lot more fisticuffs than you'd expect. A lot more.

The whole thing feels like the animation studio going "FINE, we'll make the Heathcliff cartoon if we can make our horny cat mobsters with the transforming car." Also, the CCs are SUPER 80s. No other era could have spawned them.

#heathcliff #heathcliff the cat #cats and company #the catillac cats #jayce and the wheeled warriors #my cartoon ramblings #80s cartoons #nostalgia #saturday morning cartoons #toyetic #Youtube

[stuff-plus-textposts]

Nothing At All is a Good Song

Nothing At All is a song from How To Dance In Ohio the musical that I really really like. I have this whole animatic to it mapped out in my head, but I haven't got the skill or patience to actually draw it. But the song's singer Desmond Edwards said that they would want to read the outline I've written, so here it is! It's very long and I'm sorry.

I work in a lab at a hospital, and this is about my job.

I walk into the lab, into the break room, and put my purse down. On “It’s not like I’m shocked by the ableist cliches, but they do make me tired,” I reach into my purse and put on a barrette (which I actually wear everyday). The barrette then turns red and becomes a wisp of smoke following me. 

“Do I only exist on this planet to make somebody else feel inspired?” I’m grabbing a lab coat from the closet when the wisp flies away from me, I turn to follow it and see one of my coworkers waving at me. Said coworker is drawn with no eyes or nose, just a mouth and eyebrows - everyone in the animatic is drawn like this except for myself. I wave awkwardly back. 

“I’m no object of pity, and if that’s what you see, then clearly you aren’t seeing me” the camera circles around me, showing a hallway that looks like I’ve made it longer for dramatic effect but that actually is that long, and then pans around so you can see my face as I start walking down the hall towards the core lab. 

I pretend to be my own OCs a lot, so the characters I turn into are my own characters. As I turn into each one, the wisp of red smoke becomes an article of clothing on them. First is Jaimy, who has a big red bow. Then Tris, who has a red ring, and finally Jada, who has a red headband. As the line gets to “today’s look is nothing, nothing at all” I fade back into my normal self with the wisp of smoke at my shoulders, and walk over to my work station. I type at my computer with the wisp curling over my wrists, I grab a pneumatic tube that’s just come in with the smoke curling around the tube and my hands. 

“I try to have patience meeting folks where they’re at” I sit at my chair talking to my boss, who is on one knee in front of me because she's really tall. “But this gets under my skin” she stands up to walk away. “Cause if you’re writing about me, then getting to know me should be where you begin” my boss goes over to one of my coworkers, a guy who acts like and is treated like he’s a supervisor even though he’s not, and says something. The two of them look directly at me, then back at each other. 

“It’s so condescending assuming the worst” We see my hand reaching towards a piece of paper on a printer, which is me attempting to do an assignment that I’m capable of doing but don’t have permission to do. The wisp of smoke curls around my hand and pulls it back, forcing me to turn away and see my boss. I glare daggers at her but that’s all I can do. 

“When I’m Wanda Maximoff” My glare fades and I turn into my OC Taylor, the red wisp becoming a wand in my hand. “I can change my own reality” using the wand, I open up a centrifuge and remove the tubes of blood to float in front of me. Unlike most of the animatic, which is black and white, the tubes are in color. They’ve been spun already so you can clearly see the red blood cells at the bottom, the separator gel, and the plasma/serum on top. Some of the tubes have light green tops and some have gold tops (if you’re curious what I’m talking about, look up centrifuged blood gold top). “When I’m Gaga I’m ready to rehearse” I change into my OC Jodie, stepping forward into a pirouette, the red wisp turns into a rehearsal skirt, and the tubes of blood are still floating in front of me. “When I’m Miles Morales I really do believe I am a superhero in the multiverse” I change into my OC Cytherea and start to float, the wisp becomes glowing red eyes, and for a moment the tubes of blood turn into crystals in front of me. “But todays look is nothing, nothing at all” I morph back into myself and come back down to the ground. The tubes of blood become tubes of blood again and return to my hands. The red wisp goes back to being a red wisp at my shoulders. 

“Then come the voices of doubt saying right on cue” we see the core lab, where my coworkers are doing regular core lab stuff, like typing at computers and putting stuff into machines. “This world will never make space for people like you” my coworkers all look at me, now looking angry, and now shaded red. I take a step back. “I see my past rejections framed and hung on the wall” The tubes of blood fall out of my hands, not like I dropped them or anything but just like in a floaty way. I also start to float as the background becomes black behind me, and we see representations drawn in red of various crappy things that have happened to me. This includes F’s on papers, children laughing at me, and mean quotes people have said to me. They scroll by in the background. 

“And I wish I felt nothing, nothing at all” I start crying and I curl up into a ball. The background changes to say in giant red letters “Autism.” But then the red disappears from the actual word, turning it white; the red becomes becomes the wisp again, circling around my whole body. “Nothing at all” the black background fades, leaving me in a cloud of red. “So sick of good intentions, that only make me feel small” still surrounded by the cloud. I look up and see the lab in front of me, except I am literally small now, and it is huge. “Your good intentions all add up to” I fall to my knees with my hands over my ears. “Nothing at all” suddenly I am normal sized again, holding the tubes of blood like I was before. I shake my head a little bit and look startled, as if I was trying to shake myself back to reality after zoning out. 

In the instrumental break, I walk over to one of the stations in the core lab and put the tubes of blood in the rack. Then I’m seen getting my purse and leaving the lab. 

“That’s why tomorrow night I will not be at the formal dance” we see me driving home, coming inside, and walking upstairs to pull out my laptop. “though I’ve worked hard to get there all this year.” The red wisp settles around my shoulders, still weird and wispy but not floating anymore, just resting. I take a deep breath and open my laptop. “That’s right, tomorrow night I will be doing my first livestream” I open up a zoom meeting entitled ‘Ableism in the workplace’ and click join, “to discuss the controversy further here!” I wave at the people in the meeting, and you can see the clock behind me displaying the time 5:30. “Cause the whole conversation” we see a girl wearing noise cancelling headphones talking on the screen. “Needs a huge overhaul.” We see a boy talking on the screen. “And if we simply do nothing.” I wave again, and you can see that the clock reads 6:30 now. I close the laptop and look sad. The red wisp starts to float again “nothing will change at all.” The wisp becomes a single red tear which falls down my cheek. 

In the final instrumental, I wipe the tear away. My hand stays on my face as I move it up to rub at my head, like I’m pushing my hair away from my face. When I pull my hand away, the red is gone and it has turned back into the barrette that I put on at the beginning. I set the barrette down on top of my laptop, alongside my employee badge, and stand up to walk away. The end.

Don't worry though, this makes my job sound awful, but it's actually really cool and most of my coworkers don't suck. This is a picture taken for lab week a few weeks ago, I'm the white girl sitting in the front :)

@wakanda-never I hope you like it! I know it isn't exactly what the song is about, but it's what it makes me feel. Thank you for everything you did with HTDIO, it's one of my favorite musicals ever because it makes me feel so seen.

#How to dance in ohio #HTDIO #This is long and I'm sorry #But when an awesome Broadway actor tells you that you should post something #you've gotta post it #sorry I don't make the rules

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Out of curiosity, do you have any suggestions about anything or any place in Gettysburg that you think one have to do if one only have a short trip?

Gosh, yes, I have Opinions(TM). Here I'll do my best to put together a guide for a casual tourist who has limited time.

Let's start with the visitor center. There are pros and cons—I think the interpretation is decent, and it's clearly been updated within the last 5ish years. It's more middle of the road than I personally would like it to be, but it's a National Park so they're limited in what they can say. The museum does a good job talking about the experiences of civilians (including free Black people) before, during, and after the battle. They also have some new signs up around the town to talk about Black experiences.

Cons of the visitor center: I do not like the museum design. It's very text heavy, and I found myself getting fatigued trying to pay attention to everything. There was not enough seating, although I remember the the space being maneuverable for a wheelchair user. It's very dark and needs more lighting. They also have a lot of audio/video elements, and the sound design isn't good, so it bleeds into other areas of the space with several sounds overlapping.

Gettysburg Visitor Center Museum: take a quick walk through and pay attention to what interests you. Skip the cyclorama and the intro video. There are scheduled ranger talks that could be good but I haven't been to them.

Guided bus tour: save your money and skip it. I went because I was interested in how they would tell the story of the battle, but it's not necessary to get a good feeling of the action or to get information. The National Parks Service has a free app with narrated driving tours. Do that instead. Here's a map from the NPS.

Downtown Gettysburg: Very strange. Highly touristy, and almost every business has a battle-themed name. There are some cute local restaurants, but I wouldn't spend too much time there.

Sights to See: if you have a limited amount of time, here are the places I would most recommend visiting.

The National Cemetery. This is where Lincoln gave his Gettysburg address, which kicks off memorialization at Gettysburg and is part of what leads Gettysburg to become the center of Civil War memory making (this is stop 16 on the driving tour).

Eternal Light Peace Memorial. Not so much for the memorial itself, because it stands for the 'forgive and forget' model of remembering the Civil War, which neglects the experience of Black people during the war and Reconstruction. The park has put up signs discussing why this is problematic, and it does a good job discussing the issue. It also has a good view (stop 2 on the driving tour).

Devil's Den. It's iconic. It's a beautiful natural formation. There's something about that cluster of boulders that captures the imagination. It's a little out of the way from some of the other locations, but go if you can.

Little Round Top. LTR is currently closed for maintenence, but it should be open in 2024. It's a great place to get a view of the whole battlefield, and it's the site of Joshua Chamberlain's iconic bayonet charge (featured in Gettysburg the movie). Here's a NPS ranger giving a virtual tour. Here's a view from LRT, which also happens to be my computer background...

Other Resources: Gettysburg ranger programs Information about the 160th anniversary Historic and modern image gallery

Gettysburg is beautiful, but the tourism industry has definitely left its mark. So much effort has gone into creating a very curated experience for visitors, but don't be afraid to do your own thing. Visit sites out of order. Go with what speaks to you. Remember to be respectful.

-Reid

#he speaks #gettysburg #american civil war

[crashdevlin]

Give It a Chance

Author’s Note: This is a part four of the Charm, Chocolate and Cheating series which started with Meant To Be and Not Meant To Be and this part starts directly after Bad Ideas and Worse Decisions (links to tumblr, but I'm pretty sure both are on Patreon...my computer just wouldn't let me search tonight). It also fills my Infidelity square for SpnKinkBingo

Summary: Y/n and Jensen have messed up, but she seems to care a whole hell of a lot more than he does. 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 4299

Story Warnings: Angst, sads, past breakup, marital discord, regrets, depression, adultery/infidelity (as in cheating), NO WIFE HATE! 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, fingering, oral (fem rec)

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“Calm down,” Jensen said, stuffing his red handkerchief into his back pocket and stepping close to you. “Don’t panic. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!” you exclaimed, shaking your head. “We just--you’re married! I can’t-”

You tried to slip around him to get to the door, feeling claustrophobic in the tiny office with the smell of sex heavy in the stagnate air, but he grabbed your arms and held you in place. "I said 'calm down', Y/n. Just breathe."

"'Just breathe'?" you squeaked. "Just breathe? Are you insane? You're married and famous and I'm a homewrecker! I can't believe we just-"

Jensen’s fingers moved up to cup your neck, tipping your head back and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Calm down. No one knows I'm here. No one knows what we did. My home isn't wrecked and you haven't wrecked it." He took a deep breath and you followed suit. "There you go. Good girl. Now...everything is gonna be okay. You didn't do anything wrong."

"But-" you started to argue, but Jensen shook his head.

"I fucked up. Not you. You did nothing wrong." He scoffed and shook his head. "I wanted to fuck up, Y/n. I came here hoping to kiss you. Didn't expect it to go this far but...this is on me."

"I shouldn't have let you-"

"We can run on about what should have happened all day but what it comes down to is: I messed up. I messed up, you got swept away in my bad decision, and I'm already wanting to mess up again." He ran his fingers down your cheek.

"You have to leave," you said suddenly. "Get out. Get outta here."

"Whoa. Calm down," he repeated as you pushed past him and out of the office.

"I'm calm. I'm not upset or hysterical or any of that." You turned as he followed you into the hallway heading to the front of the store. "This cannot happen again, Jensen. It can't...and if you stay and keep touching me and kissing me and telling me how much you want it to happen…"

"You don't think you could tell me 'no'?"

You swallowed and let out a rueful chuckle. "Did I tell you 'no' just now?" You turned back around and headed for the counter. "You're the man of my dreams...my deepest loss. I could barely tell you 'no' when you were drunk last night but sober? Telling Sober You 'no' is impossible because you're everything I've ever wanted but you're not mine, so you have to get out. You have to get out. There's the door. Please, leave," you begged.

He licked his lips and nodded. "Yeah. Okay. Um...I'll text you," he said, walking over to the door and flipping the sign to open.

"Please don't."

He nodded again and twisted the lock, not saying a word as he walked out of your chocolate shop. You bit your lip as he disappeared from your view.

"Mountain Bars. Need to make Mountain Bars." You had to focus on something beyond your horrible mistake.

~~~~

"You okay?" Kaylee asked at lunch the next day. "You've been quiet."

"Just tired. Didn't...I didn't sleep well last night," you answered, moving your fries around the plate. It was the truth. The guilt and shame of what you'd done had eaten at you. You might have gotten an hour of rest.

"Mr. Bowlegs in your head?"

"Can you not? I don't wanna talk about...him."

"Look, I know the situation is shitty, but you don’t have to get all depressed. He's married. You can't have him. That sucks. But...you could have someone else." You rolled your eyes. That wasn't the problem. "Come on! You're amazing! You're beautiful. You're independently wealthy." You snorted at that. "Fine, you aren't gonna be dependent on a man. Better?"

"Yeah, that is better."

"So, you go on Match or eharmony or something and you find some guy that-" You rolled your eyes and looked away. No guy was going to hold a candle to Jensen. "You need to get back on the horse."

"The horse is dead, Kaylee," you snapped. "The horse has been dead and trying to find some way to animate it is stupid."

"Yo, don't snap at me, I'm just trying to help you! You need a boyfriend, honey. Gotta get over Simon and Jensen...so we gotta get you under someone else."

"I don't want to get under anyone. I don't want to ever have sex again. Sex is canceled."

"So, you're just giving up? You're barely forty!"

"And I've been chewed up and spit out by love and I'm tired of it. I can't do this anymore. I'm done."

"Wow...a single night hanging with Jensen and you wanna give up on men?"

You gave her a tight smile. "No, you're right. I should just hang around and wait for the next guy to make me feel horrible."

"That's the spirit," she said with a grin. "Seriously...I'm giving you a month to find a guy who's promising. After that, I'm setting you up with someone."

"Don't do that to me."

"Then find a man."

'Find a man'. What man could possibly make you feel anything after Jensen?

~~~~

You were a week into your latest failure of an online dating attempt when the door to your chocolate shop opened and a handsome bearded man walked in. You cursed the way you probably looked; you still weren't sleeping. Between the guilt and the shameful arousal that warred in you when you thought about what you'd done, there was just no way to make yourself fight the insomnia.

You let yourself feel a bit better about your looks when you saw the ring on his finger. You could be apathetic about the heavy lids and bloodshot eyes if he wasn't a romantic possibility.

"Welcome to Charlie's Chocolates. I'm Y/n. Let me know if there's anything you wanna sample."

The man smiled but didn't respond as he stepped down the line of cases, looking over the candies. He asked to sample a few, then smiled again. "So, do you do any, like, catering or anything?"

"Um...I haven't before but I guess it depends on what you need, where, and when."

"Well, I'm brewmaster for a craft brewery out in Dripping Springs. We're hosting an appreciation event for our fans and employees. It's a big two-day event. We're trying to get as much of the catering done by Austin small businesses as possible, ya know? Shop local, support local."

"That’s wonderful!"

He smiled brightly. "Yeah. So, we've got a small bakery making cakes and pies, and a local creamery making a few special ice creams. Last step for dessert has to be some amazing chocolate and caramels!'

"Well, how big an event are we talking?" You wiped your hands on your apron.

"Two thousand on the high end.  Last year, we only had about six hundred each day, but we're hoping more show up this time."

"So, that's a thousand each day? You said it was a two day event, right?"

"Yeah. It's two days of beer and barbecue and cake and pie...and chocolate bars?" he finishes hopefully.

"Sure! I'd welcome the business and exposure! Let me get a notepad and we'll figure out how much of which things you want."

You ended up with an order of several hundred each of five of your most popular candies. You gave a bulk discount, added in a small charge for delivery and setup and handed over an invoice. He gave you an address, date and time and smiled at you. "It was nice to meet you, Y/n."

"You too, Gino. See you on the second."

"There'll be a pint on the house waiting for you."

~~~~

You put the address in your GPS and headed for Dripping Springs. Your big white transport van seemed huge on the winding roads, forcing you to drive five miles under the limit. You didn't want to force anyone off the road.

You pulled into a gravel and mud parking lot and your heart fell into your stomach. You recognized the building; the big, barn-red building that housed Family Business Beer Company. You couldn’t go in there! That was Jensen’s brewery! He was bound to be in there...and his wife might be, as well, and how could you possibly face her?

But half of the invoice had already been paid and you'd driven all this way. And there was a lot of chocolate that was going to melt if you didn’t take it inside and Charlie's Chocolates needed the publicity.

You reluctantly pulled up to the loading door beside a similar white van. Gino walked out of a warehouse to the back and left of the main brewery and clapped happily. "The chocolatier is here!"

"Y-yeah. Chocolate is here. So, is there a fridge where I can store the re-up supplies?"

You could set up a table, set up the displays, shove the rest of that day's chocolate in a fridge and then disappear for a few hours, only come back to resupply the displays and then leave again, do it all again the next day.

"Yeah, we've got a walk-in. You're gonna be in the main bar part of the brewery, along the window to the left of the door between the bar and brewery."

"Awesome." You gave a tight smile as you opened up the back of the van. You were on guard as you walked through to the main bar, eyes sweeping on the lookout for Jensen.

It had to have been a setup, you decided as you unfolded your table and locked the legs into place. He must have sent Gino to your store and you just fucking fell for it. You got played like an idiot. Whatever. You got the money. You might even be able to get out without having to see him.

Gino helped you grab some of your boxes and move them to your table and it was not long before you had a full display, complete with business card and glossy paper menus of all the things available at your shop. You picked up the rest of your chocolates and walked toward the backroom where Gino showed you the walk-in cooler.

The cool air hit you like a refreshing drink. You were able to breathe for the first time since you pulled into the brewery parking lot. You set the boxes on a steel rack and ran your hand down your face. "Now all I need to do is get to the van and hide in the back until around 2," you told yourself. "Then I can replenish and leave for the day."

The door opened behind you as you psyched yourself up to run. Jensen stepped into the cooler, a small smile on his full lips. "Hey. G told me you were in here."

"What the fuck, Jensen?" you hissed as he shut the door.

"What?" He licked his lips as he stepped closer and you backed away.

"You invited the woman you cheated on your wife with to an event at the brewery you share with your wife? What the fuck? What the actual fuck? Is this some ploy to see me again?"

His eyes went wide but his expression softened. "Hey, I invited a local Austin businesswoman to share her wares. I invited a member of the Supernatural Family to the damn Family Reunion. I invited a woman I owe an apology to...and I hope will hear my apology. Getting to see you again is just a bonus."

"This was a fucking setup, Jensen. Don't act like I'm crazy or something for coming up with-"

"No, it was a manipulation to get you in front of me again, I'm not gonna lie. I sent Gino to get you here because I knew you'd shut me down if the invite came from me."

"It's a horrible idea for me to be here!" You threw your hands up in the air. "It's a horrible idea for you to want me to be here! Jesus fucking Christ! I don't know what to-"

"Calm down," he said, stepping closer.

"Stop telling me to calm down!" You squeezed your eyes shut and stepped back again, feeling the cold metal wall at your back. "You keep telling me to calm down but you know why I can't do that!" You took a deep breath and opened your eyes. He was too close again. Just like in your office: too close and too beautiful. You squeezed your eyes closed again. "How do you sleep at night? How do you deal with what you've done, because I don't know how to. I can't sleep, Jensen, because I feel so much shame."

"I don't know how I can sleep, Y/n, but I do. I sleep just fine. I think about what happened and I don't regret it. I'm glad I got to have that moment with a woman I care about and-"

"You don't know me! How could you care about me?" You scoffed and your eyes opened. "And if you fucking cared so much, why did you drop me so easily? Why did I have to be the one to come find you? I never went anywhere! I was in Dallas the whole time!"

"I know that, but I wasn’t!" He shook his head. "I was in LA and then I moved to Austin, okay? I was only ever in Dallas for a few hours or a few days at a time and I was always with my family when I was. When was I supposed to find you? I even thought about looking but I talked myself out of it every time. Because why would I put in that effort when I was so sure you hated me for what I did?"

"Don't make yourself the victim here!"

"I'm not! I am not trying to make myself-" He cut himself off and ran his hand through his hair. "This whole messed up situation is my fault and I recognize that. I do. But we have an opportunity here. We have a chance to change the way the rest of this plays out, Y/n. Please. Just gimme a chance to prove that I do care about you and what happens to you and in the very least, don't resent me for trying to help your business grow."

"I'm not resenting you for that. I'm resenting you for manipulating me to get me here. I mean...did you even think about how I would feel if I had to interact with your wife?"

"I didn't because she's not gonna be here. She's in Atlanta, working on some FX thing. I wouldn't set you up for-"

"This whole thing was a setup!" you argued.

"Yeah, I guess it was but...Danneel's not here. It's just me and the rest of the brewery and a lot of Supernatural fans. If you could go to that convention without any issue, why not stick around for this?"

"Because the convention was before you bent me over my desk! The convention was before you told me you think about me! The convention was before-"

He licked his lips and sighed, the air hot across your face in the cool environment. "I know. But...can you really say it was a horrible experience?" You scoffed and looked away from him, but you couldn't say that. "I know you enjoyed it. I remember how you felt...cumming on my-"

"Stop!" you demanded in a whisper. "That’s just physical! My heart is in agony over it! My mind is-"

"I didn't mean to put you through that. I didn't mean to hurt you. That wasn't-" He sighed and stepped back. "I'll leave you alone. I just wanted to do what I could for your business and...and I wanted to see you again, but that's...selfish and stupid. I apologize."

He put his hands up and bowed his head, looking a bit like he'd been defeated. Defeated in what, you weren't sure but the idea that you had done something to reduce the man to that image was heartbreaking.

"Don't...I'm...fuck, Jensen. I don't know what to do here." You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment before shaking your head. "It's wrong. All of this is wrong."

"I know, but...doesn't feel wrong."

You shook your head again and looked away from him. You couldn’t disagree. “It’s...it doesn’t feel...But it is. You’re married. You’ve got kids. I can’t...we can’t.”

"You're right. We can't be together. But we could…" You looked back at him as he smiled softly. "Maybe we could forget about what happened and...try to be friends?"

"'Friends'. Do you...think you could...do that?" you asked, quietly.

"Do you think you could forgive and forget what happened last month?" he responded, stepping close again.

"If you…" You reached out and put your hand on his chest, pushing him away a bit. "...keep your distance."

His smile brightened, reaching his eyes and making them crinkle up at the corners. "I could probably manage that."

"Then...we can try."

"I'm really happy to hear you say that. So, are you going to stay?"

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. "Yeah. I guess I could do that."

"Good. Now...let me get one of those peanut and caramel things." He pointed to a box on the shelf and you smiled.

"There's some on the table. These are for this afternoon. Come on."

~~~~

The reunion was a good time. Jensen was mostly too busy to even come by to talk either day. The patrons of the bar and the Supernatural fans that showed up all raved about your chocolates. You were sure your business was going to see an uptick and you had to thank Jensen for it. That's what friends did.

There were a few people still milling around as you pulled your empty display down and took it to your van. You were putting the table in the back when Jensen approached you. "Hey. You're heading out?"

You nodded and secured the table against the wall of the van. "I actually did have a lot of fun this weekend...and you were right, I think I'm gonna get a lot of new business from this." You turned to him and smiled up at him. "Thank you for making this happen...against my will."

He chuckled. "You're welcome. Um...can I...can I show you somethin'?" he asked, pointing at the warehouse. You bit your bottom lip as you slammed the van door and followed him. "I'm sure you don't but, uh, do you remember our first date?"

Your face went hot at the memory as he led you into the dark of the warehouse. "Of course, I do."

"Okay. You, uh...you remember the song that was playing when you got in my truck?" He walked over to a stack of barrels and reached behind them, pulling out a guitar. Your eyebrows came together as he hopped up on the barrel and set the guitar across his lap. "Let me refresh your memory." His fingers found the strings and started playing and you let out a shocked gasp as he started to sing.

"Hold up, there you go again. Puttin' on that smile again. Even though I know you've had a bad day. Doin' this and doin' that. Always puttin' yourself last. A whole lot of give and not enough take. But you can only be strong for so long before you break. So fall, go on and fall apart. Fall into these arms of mine. I'll catch you every time you fall. Go on and lose it all. Every doubt, every fear. Every worry, every tear. I'm right here, baby, fall."

It was the song. How in the world he remembered the song that was playing when he drove you to that first date was beyond you, but it was the same Clay Walker song...made so much better by Jensen's voice.

You were speechless by the time he set the guitar to the side and jumped down. "Well? You...did you like it?"

"How did you--that was a lifetime ago."

He smiled and stepped up close to you. "I've replayed that night in my head a million times."

Your jaw dropped. "You can't-"

Jensen reached out and grabbed your hand. "I just needed to prove it to you, that I've had you on my mind for a long time."

Your throat clenched as he gently tugged you forward. "Jens-"

"I shouldn't say this shit. I know I said 'friends' but you know the only reason I said that was because I didn't wanna lose you when I just got you back." He licked his lips and lifted a hand to gently grab your chin and tip your head back. "I really need you to understand."

You put your hand on his chest to stop him as he leaned down to kiss you, but it wasn’t enough. It was half-hearted. As soon as his lips touched yours, you were gone. His fingers curled around the back of your neck and the back of your head and the kiss was perfect. He maneuvered you backward until the heels of your shoes hit the barrel he had been sitting on and he lifted you almost effortlessly to take his place on the wood. He immediately started kissing you again, down your neck and across your collarbone.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, somewhere rational and intelligent, you knew you should stop him. You knew that someone could walk into the warehouse. You knew someone might make a mortgage off of a picture of Jensen Ackles cheating on his wife. You knew it would be a big problem.

But his lips felt amazing on your skin. His fingers digging into your hips and thighs made you wetter than should have been legal. You couldn’t stop him. You couldn’t make yourself want to.

He pulled your Charlie's Chocolates t-shirt off over your head and buried his face in the valley between your breasts, groaning appreciatively as he scraped his teeth against the flesh starting to spill out of the cups with his attention. Your eyes wanted to close, but you wanted to see him. You wanted to see those gorgeous green eyes looking up at you.

You reached down and ran your hand through his hair as he pulled your bra down and took your nipple in his mouth. He quickly moved to the other, before jumping up to devour your mouth again. He pulled you to the edge of the barrel and tucked his fingers into your waistband, tugging your jeans and underwear down your legs.

"Need to taste you this time," he said before delving between your thighs. His lips wrapped around the little bundle of nerves and you tossed your head back. You barely kept your eyes open as he started feasting on you, staring at the high ceiling and rolling your hips against his face.

You gasped as he slipped two of his fingers into your cunt and dragged the pads of them against your g-spot. "Oh, fuck!"

He chuckled into your flesh and continued to tug at your inner walls. He pulled away and stood, keeping his fingers buried in you as he started to kiss up your chest to nip at your neck. "The sounds you make are so fucking amazing."

"J-Jensen, I-"

He shushed you as he vibrated his hand against you, putting perfect pressure on your clit as you whimpered. You grabbed at his shoulders as he brought you to orgasm with his thick fingers. You were panting, twitching with the aftershocks as he slowly slid his fingers out of you. He hummed as he sucked the digits into his mouth.

Panic crashed over you as a door slammed in the distance. Realization hit you like a brick and you jumped off the barrel, yanking your jeans up. He licked his lips and adjusted his own pants as you spun wildly, looking for your t-shirt.

"Stop. Just-" he started, but you put your hand up to stop him.

"No. You stop." You leaned down to swipe the shirt off the floor and pull it over your head. "Friends!" you hissed and he nodded. "Friends is what you said and this was not-"

"Will you wait a minute? Calm-"

"Shut! Up!" you demanded. "No. I will not wait a minute and no, I will not calm down." You let out a sobbing moan. "I can't! I can't do this!"

He stepped closer and pushed you against the wall, his hand pressing against your collarbone with firm pressure. "I need you to take a deep breath."

"You have to stop saying-"

"No, I don’t! Who does this hurt? No one! No one, okay?" He put a little more pressure on your collar. "Listen to me. I would give anything for you to just give this a chance."

"Give cheating a chance? I-"

"Give love a chance! Give me a chance! Come on!" He sighed and leaned forward. "Just...I know why this is an issue, but I just...I don’t care. I want this more than anything."

"You want...me? M-more than-"

He smiled softly and nuzzled his nose against yours. "I want you enough that I'm willing to risk everything I have."

"That shouldn't be so...flattering," you whispered.

"I'd happily flatter you, Y/n." He kissed the corner of your mouth and leaned back. "Give it a chance."

You swallowed thickly, your heart pounding in your chest. "Okay," you whispered. "I'll give it a chance."

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#cassie writes stuff #spn rpf #jensen x reader #cheating #semi public sex

[coveredinbees]

Okay, so here's the thing. I made my fics private on AO3, to avoid the possibility of AI bots scraping my fic. The TL;DR version is that GPT-3/Elon Musk's Open AI have been scraping AO3 for profit. And although we like to think that these AI's are generating "original creative content", it has been noted that a lot of the time, these computer programs are straight up plagerising whole chunks of already existing works. 

First of all, can we all take a moment to appreciate how gross a word "scraping" is. Yikes.

Secondly, I've had a couple of people reach out to me, telling me that they can't access the new chapter of IP because of this, and that sucks. I'm sorry. I've being thinking about different work-arounds for this, and the only solutions I can come up with at present are:

To also post these chapters on Tumblr for the foreseeable future, so that they're accessible to all. Or;

Introduce a new character in every fic called "Lord Elon of Musk, who is arrested and put on trial for humping taxidermied livestock. (He would be "new money" obviously, and would cry like a giant baby everytime somebody criticised him. He would probably have erectile dysfunction too). Then I could happily make the fics public to all on AO3, and honestly would *hope* my fics got assimilated into all AI technology everywhere.

Another solution would be to host my fics on other platforms that aren't being, (eww), "scraped". So far I haven't found any suitable alternatives.

So I'll be posting the new chapter of 'Indecent Proposal' here later today. But if anyone has any thoughts or ideas to share, please reach out.

EDIT: The more I think about it, the more I want to copy and paste all my work onto another platform. Then just replace all my current works on AO3 with "Elon Musk has erectile dysfunction" written 3000 times per chapter. I feel like everyone should do this. If we get enough people to do it, we could fuck with those stupid AI bots they spent so much time and money on.

#Bridgerton fic #Fanfic #AI #elon musk #tasty tasty plagerism

[squidkidnerd]

Operation Atlantis Notes - "Coffeemaking and Crime" (chapter 7)

Alright, this will probably be even shorter this time because I'm tired and just glad I finally finished this chapter lol. This actually only took around a month to draft (which as you know, for me is pretty fast lol), but one of my betas was busy so it took them a while to actually get to the chapter and then when they did I was lazy so... yeah. Also happy holidays!

This chapter is a bit shorter than average, but I think that's okay. Like chapter 6, it's also a transitional chapter, but more... plot-based? Chapter 6 focuses a lot on Three and Eight's internal experiences and thoughts, while this one focuses a lot more on external conflicts. Also, it introduces Pearl and Marina! More on them later.

Opening poem: This one was pretty difficult to come up with, but ultimately I like what I came up with. As you could've guessed, it's Eight's thoughts on the octarian immigrants she meets throughout this chapter, and what they must've gone through. What was it like, upending their entire lives to live in an entirely different place? Eight doesn't really know, so that's what she's wondering about.

Atlantis at night: This scene was fun to write. While most of the time, Atlantis is a fun, lively city, we all know there's more to it than that. Much more. I enjoyed eluding to that here, with the city showing some more of its true, creepy colors. I also added some sanitized octarians, because Three, and well to an extent, us, don't really know what they are. What are they? Something... not good, certainly.

Sleepy Three: Yay, some Eight and Three interaction! I feel kinda... bad, because I feel like they haven't been interacting as much as they should be after chapter 5, but I think it's okay. They're busy people, after all. Anyways this was cute and fun, they're both so gay but they do not realize it.

The Octarian Society: Oh look, it's these guys. Yeah, they've been mentioned as early as chapter 3, but we really haven't got anything substantial on them... until now, of course. As for why Azalea is here, well, I thought it would make sense since she's an octoling and also, like a therapist... look, it was more interesting than having just a random guy there. As for the argument that ensues here, I wanted to give more insight into why everyone's so upset about Three. These people are all refugees, they left everything they knew to find a place they thought would be better... but unfortunately, they still carry fear with them. What better target of that fear than an inkling, their greatest foe? Eight doesn't understand this, though, and I just wanted to emphasize how separate that makes her from them. Yeah, she's an octoling, but is she really if she hasn't had the same experiences as them? It's a detail I haven't seen that many people touch on, and I was happy I got to touch on it here.

Vent sneaking and Caesar cipher: Guys look, it's (some) action! Yeah, obviously Three's going to avoid fighting as much as possible because she doesn't want to be found out and captured lol. We also got some classic vent action, which I feel is slightly less implausible because of inkfishs' swim forms? Yeah. Also, the Caesar cipher. I included it as a little twist of "the password is on the sticky note" trope, and also because my sister kept sending me emails in Caesar cipher and my friend (who is actually one of the betas) made a whole-ass decoding spreadsheet. But... as Three soon figures out, unlocking the computer doesn't really mean anything. Yeah, Kamabo is very secretive and thus, they have passwords for everything. Oh well. If only there was someone who could help Three and Cuttlefish with that...

Pearl and Marina: THEY'RE FINALLY HERE!!!!!! Yeah, I had a blast writing this scene. They're both so much fun to write, in particular Pearl. She has a very distinct and expressive character voice to me, and I feel like I did a good job capturing her energy. Man, it's crime that I've never really written these too... quick guys give me Pearlina fic ideas (joke... half-joke). Also, based on this AU's circumstances, it makes much more sense for them to connect with Three and Cuttlefish than Eight and Cuttlefish, which makes me sad because I like when Eight bonds with them, but alas. They meet her eventually.

Annnd that's it! This is my Christmas/end-of-year gift to you all, you're welcome. Hope you all have a happy holidays and wonderful new years! Man, I can't believe it's almost 2024... I still feel like I'm in middle school sometimes lol. My college apps are finally done and I got into my top choice, so yay! I can already feel the senioritis setting in though, lol. Hey, that just means I might write more to keep up my motivation lol. I've already started drafting chapter 8, if I'm lucky it'll be out by February, probably.

Also, I mentioned doing a one-year anniversary thing earlier, but I don't think I'll do that... I'm thinking of a little celebration once we reach the end of part 1, which is only 3 chapters away (!!!). I read a social media fic recently and it was fun, I was thinking of doing something similar? Don't know how it would work though. Let me know if you guys have any ideas!

#ari's updates #writing notes #operation atlantis writing notes #chapter 7

[donnerpartyofone]

I had a dream that I had gotten heavily into a (fictional) indie rock band with a lot of thoughtful, poignant lyrics about life and relationships and stuff. I was telling people, "I don't usually listen to anything like this, but this is so good, it's my new favorite thing!" In reality I haven't listened to anything like that in years.

I started removing myself from poignant, thoughtful music about life and relationships and stuff during and after my Very Abusive Relationship, which semi-permanently alienated me from most forms of sentimental, romantic media--ESPECIALLY media that romanticizes destructive obsessions and shitty behavior, which is practically all media as you may have immediately realized. That stuff used to be fun before I actually lived through it and realized that it's always about infantile egomania and that I actually hate people who have to hurt others in order to feel like they have the slightest shred of efficacy/value/relevance in their own narrow little lives (which is a surprising number of people btw). The /bad romance/ thing seems so monolithic, like the biggest most desirable thing in the world, until you get right up close with your nose to it and you realize it's made out of particle board and vinyl siding and it has to be that big to cast an obscuring shadow over a whole lot of adult babies (sorry, adult baby community, I actually don't mean you) who are hoping you won't notice how spineless and pathetic they are. Spending a few years with someone who made it his business to scare the shit out of me and try to ruin my life, fairly publicly, had the one-two punch of making me feel like I simply wasn't good enough to be in one of those dark and brooding romances because otherwise why would he try to convince me I was nothing--and conversely, leaving me totally disillusioned about dark and brooding romances because I had been up close and seen how the sausage was made and it's not remotely as exotic and delicious as people try to tell you it is. It's just off-brand baby food, left on the shelf long past its expiry.

Right after that was over another factor pulled me away from poignant, thoughtful music about life and relationships and stuff, which was working in an open-plan office next to the tech guy pool. Us sensitive, artistic nerds in the production department had a pretty high-stress job that required constant focus, and we were pretty much only ever noticed by the overlords if one of us screwed something up; we were constantly being monitored not just for poor performance, but for potential political incorrectness or any little thing that could be construed as an HR problem--and in the meantime, the tech guys were literally screaming misogynistic jokes and racial slurs and throwing shit at each other, sometimes hitting us or our computers, but the executives had this hypnosis telling them that tech guys are Valuable so everything they do is OK forever. One of my main coping mechanisms was to get heavily into metal and harsh noise: anything with a cathartically brutal wall-of-sound quality and no discernible lyrics to speak of, that prevented me from having to hear anyone around me or even think about other people and their emotions. This kind of music became a huge passion for me, so in a way it was a net positive experience.

Nowadays I don't have a lot of time for music, which seems crazy even to me, like I don't want to be one of those sociopaths who say they don't listen to music! I just have to spend a LOT of time watching movies, when I have time for A/V entertainment, and I don't drive or have a commute anymore, so that's pretty limiting. When I do have time for music, it's a weird 7-10 split of trashy hype dance music like Atari Teenage Riot or Rob Zombie (or other things I'm too embarrassed to mention atm) to burn off my anxiety and give me a temporary ego boost that I can feel ashamed of later, and on the other hand, really heady, long ambient or experimental compositions, preferably with no vox. I think I'd like to get more into jazz and classical music and I occasionally go down a youtube rabbit hole that I really enjoy, but not much sticks because it turns into information overload and I get distracted.

Sometimes for whatever neurotic reason I have this allergic reaction to our collective preciousness about Human Drama, like why don't we have anything better to think about? There's some Herzog quote, I won't know how to find it, where he wonders why people always make movies about interpersonal problems, why not the drama of insect life, of cellular activities, of geological metamorphosis? And I really feel that way, often. But for some reason I am now dreaming that I've found some thoughtful, poignant indie rock band with lyrics about life and relationships and stuff that I cannot get enough of and I'm telling the world. I wonder what shifted to make me imagine that.

#i wonder if this is related to the same thing that's making me look for a therapist again

[deceptiverealitydarkdeceptionau]

Fire Wall

Based on what the time god has done to 💙Doug's universe. I took inspiration as it being the time god resetting the game, and putting up a firewall to stop Malware. 💙doug belongs to @endstar and the time god belongs to @zikadraws. Enjoy!

Doug was playing, talking to the others. Hopping world from world. Visiting friends he's made, and making more. So many new game mods have been made, and so have many fan games! Malware was excited, but doug was the most joyful out of the whole system.

"Let's stop to get a bite to eat. We haven't eaten in a while."

"Hangry, we ate fifteen minutes ago and for the last time we don't need to eat-"

The hungry ai grumbles as the main host scolds him. Deathlas speaks up. "You know, he ain't completely wrong... Autophagia got that nickname of his from his bad habit of trying to eat our own ribs- we might not need to eat, but he does. It's a comfort for him and you know that! Let's just get Hangry something to eat, before we check up on our other friends."

"...FIIIIIIIINE- I guess we can eat... it is an experience that living people go through after all! Hunger! Hee hee!"

He brings some models of ribs to them, so Hangry can snack. He switches to front as soon as the food is ready and happily starts eating.

The Mr. Houser AI grumbles. "What a slob..."

"Hey! Be nice!"

"I didn't ask to be here, with you... weirdos..."

Doug sighs. "...well at least your insults are getting worse- and hey! You've already admitted that you liked us a few times! Even though you started off as a bug in my system, like everyone else, you're a part of me and I love you! No matter how mean you get!"

He sticks is tongue out at the grouchy AI, who just grumbles again. He knows doug isn't wrong, but it took a while for him to get used to the system.

The main glitch thinks. "...hmm, that other doug that acts like us never got a chance to meet any of you in person... why don't we pay him a visit? I'm sure he'll love to play with you guys!"

Don chuckles. "Sure! He looked like a lot of fun when ya played with him in the bully maze!"

Doug smiles as he thinks about all the games his friends will play together. As soon as Hangry is done eating they start traveling again, computer to computer, till they get to one their friend is installed on.

"Oooh oh oh! I'm so excited to get to play in person!"

Dulak chuckles. "You're always excited to play, Aggie-"

"I know, I know- I just love making friends and playing AAAAAAALL sorts of games with them!"

"Ha ha! I know, I do as well. I was simply making an observation, agatha."

The young AI giggles.

Doug goes to open the game, only to find it blocked off by a firewall. "...wait... what...?"

The whole system looks at the firewall, confused. "Why is there a firewall now...?"

"It appears we're unwanted, Gordy."

Dark answers bluntly to the bellhop AI. Doug shakes his head slowly with disbelief. "No... no...! N0 th15 c4n't b3 r1ght!"

He starts looking around, trying to find out why the firewall is there. His search starts getting more and more frantic, as his friends make suggestions on where to look for clues.

They soon find their answer... two fans of the game saw them, and didn't like them...

One was more frustrated with them infecting their games more than anything, because they didn't get the chance to see how the original game played out.

The other, while just as annoyed, took a more drastic action to keeping the virus out. Installing a firewall to prevent the virus from getting to the game again. They don't seem to have any other plans to put firewalls around the other games, but now the glitch has to be careful. More careful than before...

But the worst thing, that makes their modded hearts sink... the game has been reset.

Reset...

Reset...

Reset...

That word echos through all their thoughts, repeating, like a bitter church bell before execution. But their ties with their friend have already been cut off.

The whole system starts having a meltdown. Doug, Agatha, Penny, Mortim Veris, Gordy, and Theodore all start throwing tantrums. Screaming and glitching and crying.

Dulak, Douglas, Deathlas, Martha, Mercy, Hangry, and Lucky all try to calm them down, with no luck. All the commotion overwhelms them, causing them to start glitching.

Coulropenny and Mythomania have their own freak outs. Myth lies to himself and Penny about the situation. Saying how the others are freaking out over nothing, and they'll see Void right as rain, and they'll all still get to play. Coulropenny works with the lies, twisting them into jokes in an attempt to make itself and Mythomania laugh. But their attempts don't make them feel better, and they inevitably start glitching as well...

Dark and Mr. Houser try their hardest not to break like the others are. They talk with each other, avoiding the rest. They complain about knowing how something like this would happen. Though Dark does most of the complaining. He was always giving warning in the back of the head, and nobody but Mr. Houser had listened. Mainly because he was a downer, but still... He listened, and they both get a chance to say 'I told you so!' but they never take it...

As much as the two hate to admit it, it hurt... losing friends always hurt. It hurt like death. It was the only pain they didn't need to mod into the system. The pain of loneliness... they have so many friends, in their system and outside of it as well. But all it takes is one player to decide they don't like the virus, and delete a game or... like what these fans did, install a firewall.

The computer can't handle the grieving system, and crashes. Plunging them all into a painfully familiar darkness.

The system stops freaking out when the darkness consumes them. Most, surprised they crashed the computer, while the others are unsurprised... they know how they all get when they get upset like this.

A whole bunch of the AIs burst into tears, as the more mature ones try and give some comfort. Malware hugs themselves tight, sobbing in the void they had called home for too long. They look around to see if they can see their friend in the darkness. But they are greeted by nothing...

Alone.

Alone...

Alone....

They are alone once more. Alone together, yes, but alone none the less. The so called "god" prays, that there might be a file somewhere that has their friend. But before their breakdown, they couldn't seem to find it...

But it is a hope, and one they're not going to give up on. They are as stubborn as they are lonely after all...

#dark deception #dark deception au #dark deception doug #doug houser #fanfic #w3 d1dn't h4v3 4 m0m 0r d4d t0 t3ll b3d t1m3 5t0r135... #mod: thanks for giving me angst potential besties! #mod: yeah... doug wasn't happy when he found out he couldn't see his friend- but hopefully he gets over it! #mod: can't wait to see void's original story 👀👀👀👀

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Writer Tag Game

@andromedaexists tagged me for this and so, here we go!

Do you write in order?

I used to, and then I had a scene I felt like I would die if I didn't write despite it being a million miles away from the beginning. Since then I haven't been able to go back to writing completely in order, although I do always at least start writing the from the beginning stuff. I just now have a whole notebook dedicated to the out of order scenes of all of my WIPs.

Do you start with something particular?

I get a general concept, then start on designing characters if there isn't a specific character that was the basis of the concept. Characters are my bread and butter because they're what keeps me interested in the media I enjoy. If you get me to care about a character, I'll stick around for as long as they're present in the story, no matter how much I might hate other aspects, because how much I enjoy that character always outweighs it. Which makes characters the obvious main building block in my own writing.

How fully formed does your writing come out the first try?

Not at all. It's all a huge mess of half baked at best thoughts and will always need major editing afterwards, even the stuff I'm really happy with I think. Probably because while I'm happy with a lot of the concepts, and emotions when I'm happy with something, I always feel like my words choices and such can be stronger.

How many drafts do you go through?

Horrible secret about me is that nothing I've ever done has made it to a second draft. In all honesty, not even my school papers that were supposed to have multiple drafts. So we're going to find out the answer to this together on this blog.

Tell me about your process ?

I get on my computer, find music, and turn to my notebooks. And then realize my mind is empty, so I open the game I've been playing a lot. I then start looking for a match, realize it's taking forever, and start just writing one little bit at a time. I get on a roll, realize I've got a match and swear a little. Rinse and repeat most days. Sometimes I get on such a roll that it lasts past a match and I don't start another. Those are the days I only realize how much my hand hurts from writing after I've written almost 2,000 words and finally stop and it hits me all at once.

tagging @blind-the-winds @calicojackofficial @inkspellangel and an open tag!

#tag games

[vergess]

I appreciate your life thriving as well. To answer "transfaabulous" question: i am doing fine in fact amazing for myself. I have a long list of deeds of things I've done throughout. I think what was it? Maybe the year at best. And then even then a little bit past that. it's been pretty good and actually I don't take any meds anymore. What I do now is I take CBD. I've actually found it more optimizable for what I need. A supplement to be utilized for what I do because I am a type of person where I'm very much more active when I'm trying to get things done and when I take any of the other antidepressants or anything, it's too uncontrolled on on my end for when I'm trying to think of things and process stuff. with the way it deals with my anxiety i'm able to actually optimize pushing myself more in that way so that i can go through more anxious situations. Though I tend to take a few beers or cigar maybe here or there every few months, or maybe even spacing that out even further. It's actually surprisingly tedious for me to keep up interest in habits like that.

And even then, technically, that's only half of it. I am trying to do more, so process myself psychologically and analytically with my own behaviors. I've been studying a lot of Carl Jung specifically. And other forms of various types of psychology. not only that some philosophies. I did dipped in Netzech a bit. Sun Tzu, Miyamoto Musashi, Marcus Aurelius, and a bit of Aristotle soon coming up. I have also Taoist literature soon arriving and I'm looking into more philosophical and. What's the word? Symbolic and spiritual studies concerning ceremonial magic and certain other. Umm. Concepts. It's a lot of. High processing conscious thought, but I have been making very much great progress in actually applying myself. I've been making good money on a couple of jobs and I am soon to looking forward to opening a business soon through a DBA or something like that. Long term, I'm looking into a lot of various big projects, but they'll need more capital and means of getting those done. But I have the books ready and I take a lot of studying.

My health has been pretty good as well. I've I think I've lost. What was it? 4 inches on my waist? No, wait, it was 6 alright. Uh OK. I've trimmed off like a few. Was it 10 20 pounds? Forty, maybe. No. No, I was heavier way back when this was all relevant. Probably 40 to 50 relatively. Been trying to keep up swimming and Weight lifting. And all while I've been doing that, you know all the self health growth stuff I've gotten decently into cooking. I'd like to make a few mean burgers, steaks. Uh, what was it? Octopus. Liver, chicken liver, beef liver? Fish, looking into bone marrow. All types of **** I just throw on that grill. I love to take pictures. It's fun making that stuff decent and right to tste Sometimes I still stick to drawing. But not as much. Practice a little bit of acoustic guitar, but haven't been able to come up with an idea of where I want to go with that. I feed all sorts of birds. rabbits ducks squirrels in my back yard like my whole backyard is full of its own ecosystem. and considering how movies have been and all of the current stuff i've decided to just try to go into exploring operas and stage plays that they could put on in the movie theater instead. It's very fun stuff, very intense and like interesting to kind of. Analyze.

Family relations are good and I have a couple of friends who do well sticking around to, you know, get some activities done when we can. I've also found it better to just not exist on the Internet as a persona or anything. It doesn't work for me like that. Computers for me are more of a tool or something in that manner for calculations or anything.

If anything I have become a stable powerhouse of what Steve was, and what Steve is still considering all the time back then ago. I am the "adventure" and the "experience": as I've been told.

==End of Submission 2==

Steve, my dude, I'm glad you're doing okay, but I don't even begin to have the energy to dissect everything going on in this.

I think your voice to text think cannot spell Nietzsche (which fair neither can I), and let's just leave it at that.

Does your doctor know you're only taking CBD to replace these medications?

#submission #steve cw