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intrepid-fictioneer-7 · 10 months

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What’s everything we know about Apo’s Hassan meta?

I will answer, but my apologies anon, I will use your question as a springboard to provide more context. Because I am almost certain people who aren't aware of the setting details of Apo are gonna be confused and ask questions and I am lazy enough to want to prevent this. And more seriously, I try to be more personally aware that not everyone has the same level of knowledge in this fandom.

So, about the "Hassan meta".

If you only watched the Fate/Apocrypha anime, this detail about the nature of the alternate timeline may have not been made too clear to you because it's quickly glossed over. If you read the manga, you may remember it because it is in the backstory of one of the Red Masters, or you may not remember because it was a small thing about a character that was essentially cannon fodder and not relevant to the wider story.

If you are aware of what I'm talking about, just skip the section to "So where do the Hassans fit into this?"

So most people probably know how the world of Apo diverged from FSN, since it's pretty clear in every adaptation: during Fuyuki's Third Holy Grail War, which took place on the eve of World War II, Darnic Predstone Yggdmillenia, working with Nazis, stole the Greater Grail from right under Zouken's nose, and then disappeared off with it in Romania from right under the Third Reich's nose. But what people may not know is that, as a result of this grand heist, the details of the Holy Grail War leaked and now every mage tried to replicate the ritual all over the world over the next 60 years.

From the first volume:

Today, variations of the Holy Grail War ritual unfold across every continent. Of course, the majority of them are small in scale, with most only capable of summoning five Servants; even were the ritual itself established, it could not proceed to the point where it could grant any wish.

Fate/Apocrypha materials elaborates further, calling these small-scale imitation Holy Grail Wars "Subcategory (or Subspecies, depending on your translation) Holy Grail Wars" and explaining that it was Darnic who leaked the details of the Holy Grail War, to throw the Clock Tower off his scent that he had the actual functioning Fuyuki Holy Grail.

The small Holy Grail Wars that have been recklessly happening everywhere since several decades ago in the Apocrypha world. Varying from those with only two Servants to wars with five Servants which, though inferior in scale to Fuyuki, are still considerably large conflicts, all kinds of Holy Grails Wars are brightly, happily and violently taken place throughout the world. This is because, after the Third Holy Grail War, Darnic disseminated information on the structure of the Holy Grail War, which normally should have been concealed at all costs, to other magi in order to forestall them from searching for the Holy Grail that he had stolen. Even for magi who lament over how the Root is just a distant fairy tale, once they learned that they could take a step… or perhaps even just half a step towards reaching it through this ritual, they ended up desperately creating Holy Grails of their own. Broadly speaking, out of a hundred Holy Grails made, ninety-five of them get stalled due to setbacks in the midst of constructing them, and out of the remaining finished five Grails, four end up incomplete and explode while mana is poured into them. The last remaining Grail out of them all manages to work properly, but the ritual is degraded in quality and cannot be compared to the one in Fuyuki. However, with the mana accumulated in the Grail, it still becomes possible to bring about miracles of varying scale. Being summoned by such a shoddy Holy Grail is a real nuisance to the Servants, though. There are many Servants who refuse the summoning or rebel and kill their Masters.

The omnipresence of Holy Grail Wars has had various consequences. For example, only in Apo, Darnic is the highest rank of magi, Grand, but only because the overall number of magi in the world has sharply dropped due to how many died in shoddy Grail Wars, meaning the survivors bumped up a rank. There were also no Holy Grail War in Greece because everyone fought over catalysts for Heracles and Achilles, resulting in a bloodbath without Servant involved.

So where do the Hassans fit into this?

The "Hassan meta" anon refers to is one of those consequences of the spread of countless Holy Grail Wars. Over the years, ones of the best strategies to win a Subcategory HGW was simply to summon a Hassan: they are low cost and are night undetectable, making the use of them to simply take out all the other Masters instead of facing them a winning strategy. Just like "camping" in FPS or being a spellcaster in Elden Ring, this was an easy and very effective way to defeat much stronger opponents. Emphasis on "was", because this tactic became so well-known that, by the time of the Greater Holy Grail War in Romania, the identities of all Hassans and their Noble Phantasms was public knowledge, and countermeasures were devised to hard counter the Hassan meta.

To quote from the novels:

As the ritual of the Holy Grail War and its derivatives were repeated time and again, a number of strategies became established among its participants. It became common practices to prioritize the defeat of the Masters first - and to stay most on guard, not against the three knight Classes beginning with Saber, but the Assassin Servants. It proved nearly impossible to survive an ambush conducted via Presence Concealment unless a Servant was kept nearby at all times. However, ensuring that one's Servant stayed in visual contact for security, presented another problem when one faced off against another Servant. The risk of becoming a part of the battle itself became higher than ever, and even Heroic Spirits would be placed at a crushing disadvantage if required to fight while covering for another. Even if one's Servant was not directly killed in the initial encounter, if caught in a situation where their movements became bound, only defeat remained in the end. Yet it was also foolish to keep one's Servant at a distance. As well, one could never discount the possibility of Assassin intervening and killing one of the Servants while they were entangled in battle. There were even anecdotes that, in one particular offshoot Holy Grail War, the Master who summoned Assassin ended the War in just three days. As such, all Masters began desperately shoring up their defenses against Assassins. After all, the true name of the Assassin Servant was known wide and far. Hassan-i Sabbah was the head of a legendary order of shadowy killers in the Middle East, and the one from whom the term assassin could be traced back to. However, history told of only nineteen individuals who took up the name of Hassan. Normally, when summoning Assassin, one of these nineteen would be called. Although it was possible for others to answer the summons, the chances were so low that one could be forgiven for believing them nonexistent. Across the many Holy Grail Wars, not only had the true names of the nineteen Assassins been laid bare, but the nature of their Noble Phantasms as well. Yet the Masters feared Hassan-i Sabbah all the same. It was beyond count how many Masters lost their lives at their hands, as Hassan slipped through regardless of all their countermeasures. However, thanks to those countermeasures, the possibility of Hassan being killed by their targets became exceedingly high. It became common perception that summoning Assassin was an immeasurable gamble - as one either ended up taking the Holy Grail, or death swiftly followed.

And Fate/Apocrypha materials adds that the tactic was so well known it was part of a Holy Grail War wiki:

Amongst young magi, something like a “Holy Grail War Walkthrough Wiki” has been secretly created and is used to outwit obstinate old magi by mustering their intelligence… maybe. The early period right after the subspecies Holy Grails began was called the “golden era of Assassins,” where Assassins (Hassan-i-Sabbah) were a great menace (because, on top of their mana consumption being low, killing Masters was far easier than battles between Servants, so it might have seemed like easier work in its own way), but by the middle period, countermeasures against them were naturally taken and the Hassan boom fell into decline. It’s apparently a common sight for Masters who enjoy having their Servants fight each other to easily team up just as Assassin is confirmed to be summoned.

(I love how goofy the Holy Grail War Walkthrough Wiki is, more people should know about it.)

It's due to this state of things where Assassin Hassans are easily countered that Hyouma Sagara of the Black Faction deliberately summoned Jack the Ripper instead.

He wouldn’t have had any problem summoning Hassan as Assassin, but he judged that doing so would be disadvantageous under the current conditions where a certain amount of countermeasures against all nineteen different Hassans have been created over the many repetitions of subspecies Holy Grail Wars. Based on the shallowness of his own history as well, he tried to secure victory with a modern Heroic Spirit.

This is all we know about Apo's Hassan meta, unless Lost Einherjar added new things I'm not aware of.

#fate apocrypha #fate series #nasu talks #lore #assassin class

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gofancyninjaworld · 2 years

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If Genos is sincerely gone, it would reframe Kuseno's final apology in an even more heartbreaking way. He always thought of leaving the fight and living peacefully with Genos, but he didn't realize or act on that instinct soon enough, and now his boy is lost forever. :(

That would be sad. I'm also still irked that Kuseno got to die without explaining himself. Rude.

It'll be a pretty short story if Genos is dead. The old man won't last a week. That young cyborg is his heir in just about every conceivable sense. He may not have adopted Genos formally, but when he calls him his grandson, this kid has become his found family, his inheritor of any unencumbered wealth he may have, his beneficiary of the best of his thoughts and skills, his fellow sufferer in their joint quest for justice, and who knows? maybe even his vindicator, if any of the technology that Kuseno has developed has been used for ill. His heart will break.

With us knowing that Kuseno has been having serious thoughts and regrets, Genos living is going to be the platform for some serious drama as to how he comes back. Chances are, he will probably return in his capacity as a hero and seeker of justice, but the how, oh now that's going to be interesting.

Threading the path between the Scylla of disability and the Charybdis of drive is going to be tough enough, but then there's the Cyclops of Kuseno not wanting to do this any longer. This incident is really going to force him to have a rethink and reprioritization of what he considers important and he is really, really, really going to need some persuading to not retire and force Genos out with him. Sure, they've suffered outrageous injustice, but who hasn't? Sure, the evildoers have gotten away unpunished, but they're not the only ones. Sure, the evildoers are probably plotting to do further evil, but why should it be they who sacrifice everything to stop them? Are there not other heroes?

I better see a tasty fight or three between them as they try to decide what to do with their lives.

I will almost forgive ONE if he uses this as the springboard to start telling their story seriously. Almost.

What will it take for me to completely forgive ONE? It turning out in retrospect to be a necessary waypoint in Saitama fulfilling his promise to Genos.

Which means I'll be angry at him for a while. So it goes. :D

#OPM #meta #Genos #Dr Kuseno #they have a lot of priorities to reassess if this isn't the end #I don't want bits and pieces in flashback #but to check in with Genos coming to terms with things in parallel with Saitama #they've each lost a lot #and with how the world's been shaken in this catacylsm there's going to be a lot of heroes piecing lives together again #show me the mess!

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ponds-of-ink · 1 year

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Quick Pre-Ruin One Shot: “A Moment of Confidence”

Had this idea in my head, so I wanted to get this out there. More of a half-joke (emphasis on half because oh boy this went from a joke to something else quick) than an actual head-canon for what could actually be in store for Ruin, but here we go. This might be a low key sequel to the whole Setback Saga I did ages ago..? Huh.

Also, speculative stuff and potential Tales from the Pizzaplex spoilers ahead. That second warning’ll make some sense in a moment, hopefully.

Padded footsteps thumped down the dingy hallway. Not with its typically skipping gait, but with a furious and steady rhythm. The bunny-like figure approached a large, open area where a bundle of wires and robotic parts towered above everything. Fortunately, the strange thing remained dormant as the rabbit stormed closer. “Where are you, you absolute slacker!?” it roared out in some eerily flat, feminine tone. “We’re almost ready for our final tests!”

Violet static pulsed from various cables. It sparked and glowed as it drew close to the mishmash. Suddenly, in a flash of similarly-colored light, a ghostly man in a casual outfit appeared in front of the creature. “My apologies,” he said softly, bowing low. “I was running some of my own experiments while you were preparing. Mobility in different forms and such.”

The bunny’s head tilted. “Does that explain why you look... different?” she asked, her tone slowly adding in a hint of disgust. “I never thought you would stoop so low as to turn into this... heavier shape, Mr. Afton.”

The man looked down at his portly figure. “Is it really ‘stooping low’ when the only thing I am defying is aesthetics?” he questioned back, placing a hand on his hip. “Honestly, ‘Mimic’, I am not sure why you are making such a fuss since I can revert back to my ‘normal’ state at any time.”

Mimic grumbled underneath the rabbit mask. “I’m not sure why you aren’t making a fuss,” she quipped back darkly. “Don’t you realize what the internet’ll do to you if you get caught looking like this?”

The man’s expression shifted into terror. “You are onto something there!” he gasped out, staggering towards Mimic as if he couldn’t just float over to her. “Whatever will they do if such a mad idea gets found out!? The Purple Man himself, once a pear-shaped giant of a human? The idea would be too much to bear for some of those poor souls! Oh, the discussions and debates that would spawn! Oh, the absolute humiliation!” Then, as if to lead this spiral of sadness to its natural conclusion, he leaned on Mimic’s shoulder and sobbed... much to her chagrin. “Well, William, at least you’re coming to your senses,” she grimaced. “So, can you please change back before someone new finds us?”

William’s crying softened. His half-pixelated face dropped its sad expression. “I will, but in a moment,” he answered softly, lifting himself off his listener. “What concerns me more is that fact that you failed to detect my complete and utter sarcasm. Whatever happened to your sense of humour, Glitch— Mimic? You used to be so maliciously joyous, prancing around like Spring Bonnie and the like! Now you just boss everyone around and guard me and my new fusion as if we’re some porcelain artifacts— Which is ironic, as I am sure you must be thinking about me being a one-and-done springboard for something else!”

‘Mimic’ sighed. “My humor died as soon as you failed your mission,” ‘she’ explained coldly. “Hopefully, your next attempt can revive it. Maybe even.. hurt a few more people on the way out, who knows? Two birds with one stone, as the saying goes.”

William rolled his eyes. “Unless my actions in that pile of metal and cords cause such a thing, do not count on me fulfilling that second wish,” he replied somberly as he floated back to the huge mishmash. “Especially since I am now reconsidering changing back into my ‘normal’ state.”

The remaining indoor lights flickered much more than usual. “Take that last part back,” ‘Mimic’ said with a growl, stepping forward. “Or else.”

“As if a threat like that should scare me nowadays,” William huffed, crossing his arms. “Please! I have dealt with so many furious demands that the only emotion I feel from yours is annoyance. Do yourself a favor and save those for when it counts. Trust me, it will do wonders.”

Mimic stepped even closer. “Take that back, or I will make you regret every last word you just said,” ‘she’ insisted, ‘her’ voice dropping in pitch as the darkness grew more frequent.

“What fear can you revive that I have not encountered already?” William inquired, shaking his head. “The fear of too many calories? Or is it the fear of returning to a body type I once despised? Whichever it is, I can assure you that I already have those covered.”

The room plunged into complete darkness. A more greenish rabbit emerged from the feminine figure. With a snap of its fingers, the rabbit made sure the once-dormant wires bound the man like chains weighing down a prisoner. The new bunny strolled over, clicking its unseen tongue as it drew nearer. “I think you still haven’t covered the most important one,” it smiled, its voice now more masculine and sinister. “The fear of not being able to escape.”

#glitchtrap #william afton #fnaf ruin #one shot #fnaf fanfic #vanny fnaf #this escalated quickly #the blob fnaf

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lunarifie · 2 years

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Fun au I think:

One where the irl Hollow kids play The Hollow again but theyre allowed to bring in ONE item inside the game (exluding like a note or something telling themselves that its a game) which is an invention of Kais.

In IRL, theres still conflict between the two groups, but instead, Kai befriends all of them individually.

Ofc he’s already friends with Mira and Adam. And I think he’d become friends with Skeet before Reeve and Vanessa just out of circumstances and being in the same class, plus having the same vibe. After that Skeet would probably ‘introduce’ Kai to Reeve and Vanessa, Vanessa ridden with guilt would apologize and come clean already having come clean to Reeve and Skeet. Kai’s pretty angry but after she says she just wanted to make her parents proud he calms a bit.

From then on Kais kinda the mediator between the two friend groups. He has Skeet and Mira meet again, and sorta slips hints towards Reeve and Adam that the other ones not so bad. They’re all aware Kai kinda runs back and forth between hanging with them all. That sorta breaks out an argument, especially when Adam and Mira learn hes hanging with Vanessa, the person who tried to ‘kill’ him. But it gets sorted.

Thats when them replaying The Hollow comes in, with different rules this time. Not much, just to spice things up a bit. Like as I said before, bringing an item into the game.

All of The Hollow Kids are unaware that the other team is playing. Kai, never being asked, never considered telling any of his friends that the other team was playing.

Through a bundle of events, Kai brings up the idea and proposition of making each of his friends a mechanical item of use to bring into the game. He kinda doesn’t realize he promised them BOTH inventions until later. And he’s like ‘shit’. Because he wants to help them both, but if his teammates catch wind of him making something for his other friends then they’ll assume he’s a traitor. And he already promised his ‘opponents’ he’ll make it for them.

So he ends up making them all something in secret.

Adam: A pair of fingerless gloves studded at the knuckles. Made to brace his hand and give more impact into his punches, also has a small secure metal compartment on the wrist. (For things like a map)

Mira: Earbuds that can increase the sound of things faraway. Think of it as like an advanced super hero hearing aid. It also zones in on animals sounds.

Vanessa: Springboard shoes, she can only fly so fast and other peoples powers can easily catch her before she’s a safe distance away. The shoes give her a boost into the air for some extra speed.

Reeve: Pretty much just a belt compartment filled with small circular silver balls, small enough for Reeve to levitate more than one easily and send them shooting at high speeds. A few of them are smoke bombs, unaware to Reeve.

Skeet: A visor that alerts Skeet if somethings in his way. (I refuse to believe that he didn’t slam into a few trees in that heavily covered forest)

The Hollow kids wake up in the game without their memories, only allowed these items and their own name. After the initial shock, Adam and Mira immediately are confused by these things that they supposedly have. Kai, with his engineering abilities, nonchalantly looks at the items and explains what they do. Adam and Mira are surprised, and ask Kai if he made them. He shrugs and they come to the conclusion that they might know each other. Skip to when Kai gets involved with the other team, just like season 1 bc of course he does. Reeve, Vanessa, and Skeet have figured out their items halfway, Kai, again nonchalantly explains the items to them and they also come to the conclusion that they’re all connected somehow. They sorta adopt Kai into their group before meeting Adam and Mira in the game.

Lots of situations could be made up from this idea. Like Kai getting kidnapped and the two teams having to band together (reluctantly) to save him. They’re all still suspicious of each other due to the high stress situation but aren’t at each others throats.

Or Kai just trying to have them work together to leave the game. And when they do, they see how well they worked together in the game and try to start fresh.

#the hollow #the hollow netflix #the hollow kai #the hollow adam #the hollow reeve #the hollow mira #the hollow vanessa #th kai #kai th #kai the hollow #mediator kai au

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mostly-mundane-atla · 3 years

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@gayfertilitygoddess i've thought about it pretty extensively. Before I got popular-ish for being a real life eskimo in the fandom, i made a passing coment about the headcanon and it was my most requested topic until people started asking more cultural questions (names and language-related questions seem to be more popular now).

Funnily enough, and I do try to keep this blog otherwise drama free, this was springboarding off of discussions about headcanons with Jin in sex work, which got an absolute brat calling me a "pathetic, sexist loser" in a reblog of the post. I kept it off the main tag and tagged it "sex work mention" (as I do with all of these posts) so I have no idea how she found it to make gross accusations at me. I reblogged to say that her insisting that objective discussions of sex work were inherently slut-shaming was really hurtful as someone who had to consider it from a young age (home isn't always safe and favors/cash are useful at -30°F, we'll just leave it at that). She sent me asks to say that she "didn't mean to be hurtful" but also wouldn't apologize for what she said. She didn't have a damn thing to say about headcanon'ing Jet resorting to sex work, despite it having much more to do with his personality and the way he presents himself than with Jin, where it was entirely about her circumstances as someone in the poor side of a big city. She's since been blocked.

But yeah, Jet's most marketable asset to civilians who just want to escape violence is his charisma. His own comments and Smellerbee's suggest he promised that he'd stop fighting and stealing for the time being. He tells Zuko-as-Lee that "We [outcasts] have to watch each other's backs. Because no one else will." Zuko had his uncle to be his rock and managed to rely on the kindness of strangers when he went on his own. Jet had two friends whom he felt responsible for as their leader. We don't even get canon confirmation that he's fully literate. All of these things combined make finding any kind of employment very difficult, and that doesn't even take into consideration that he can't set down roots. He's trying to get to safety. He can't be obligated to stay in any one place that isn't his destination. There aren't a lot of options.

I feel like this would add to him needing to get out of territory that could be occupied by thee Fire Nation, given the comics explained that Firelord Sozin was a homophobe and worked that into the law. "You know what they've done to boys like me this past century," Jet would probably say. "And those were the ones on their own side." I can't imagine it wouldn't add to the amatanormative mess I write between him and Smellerbee. He shouldn't have to do this at all let alone by himself, and she tries to offer to help, to pitch in, but he scolds her for it so harshly that she cries. He apologizes later and and tells her she needs to just let him worry about it. Girls are supposed to like it when boys are fiercely protective and self-sacrificing, right?

Another thing about this headcanon is sex workers do and historically have done a lot more than most people tend to think. It's one of the reasons phrases like "selling their body" are grossly inaccurate. There is a lot of emotional labor involved. Some people who hire sex workers do so mostly for the company. Not in an "ahem [*eyebrow wiggle*] company, if you catch my meaning [*wink*]" way, like just actually having another human being in the room. Talking, smiling, laughing at their jokes. People get lonely, so it's only natural to pay someone for intimacy. Sometimes, more often than you might assume, they end up using that time more for emotional intimacy than physical intimacy. Sometimes that's the intention.

I wrote a scene with a situation like that. Jet is hired by an old widow because she claims he looks just like her husband did when they were that young. She holds his hand and kisses his cheek, laughing about how that was the farthest the old man had let her get before they were married, and asks him to help her make dinner. She sings and talks about how they used to walk by the river and how handsome he was, how very shy. At some point she stops saying "he" and starts saying "you," addressing Jet as if he was the man she married all those years ago.

"Am I still pretty?" she asks absentmindedly. "Am I as pretty as you'd say I'd be with lines on my face, a hunched back, and hair like clouds?"

"Of course," Jet says. "You're beautiful."

And she looks at him, but that seems to shatter the illusion. She mentions something about making too much food. That she hadn't had to cook that much since.... Silence. The sad kind that seems to suggest another tragedy. She tells him he should take some for his friends and thanks him for all he's done.

(There was also an OC concept I had who was a gay sex worker sharing his home with queer artist friends at the tail end of Firelord Sozin's reign, but this post is already long enough)

#sex work mention #keeping this off the main tag so i don't corrupt anyone #congrats on unlocking my oldest special interest #i could talk about this for hours #and will given half the chance

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pumpkinpaix · 3 years

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** the disclaimer still applies: don’t fucking dogpile, don’t harass using this as a springboard. furthermore, do NOT @ robin about this for fuck’s sake she’s already taken far more than what was warranted and this is not about her **

@daciafelix, out of respect for robin’s request to lay things to rest, I will be speaking to you on a separate post here.

however, I will not be letting your replies on the post in question slide. I’m very angry with you, and I want you to fucking know it. I’ll paste the three replies here.

mirrorofprinces go back under the bridge please. Robin, you should ignore the trolls, they aren’t solitary creature it seems. You apologized and you should move on. I am tired of seeing a good author beaten down by people who don’t seem to understand how nonprofit fictional worlds work, not to mention reality. Dear “Chinese diaspora” , your trauma is real, attacking people is not the way to solve it. This type of attitude is what got Archiveofourown banned in China.

what the actual fuck was this? “Dear ‘Chinese diaspora’“? you have the audacity to tell us not to attack people while mocking us in the same goddamn breath? the lack of self-awareness that takes is stunning. congratulations for lowering the fucking bar once again!

perfunctorily saying that our “trauma is real” means nothing when the rest of your response dismisses us wholesale as “trolls”, insults our cultural identity -- one that we have repeatedly explained is a complex, difficult topic -- asserts that we have no grasp on the politics of fandom, that we’re delusional, and then!! has the fucking sanctimonious presumption to blame us for CCP censorship of AO3 in china. whether or not you intended any of that is irrelevant, because you still fucking said all of it and we still fucking heard it.

you don’t know jack fucking shit about the 227 event and it shows. the lack of respect that you exhibited in this reply is unbelievable. I was fucking there when this went down, I cried for days. I watched my chinese friends having mental breakdowns in private forums, a chinese friend i had met literally two weeks prior on AO3 emailed me in dismay for what had happened -- this is someone who had been working up the courage to send me a message for literal months and we managed to exchange emails just before the firewall went up -- you don’t understand, you can’t understand the sort of devastation that was felt. if you did, you wouldn’t have brought it up like this as a cudgel for sweeping our legitimate pain aside. blaming the victims for the acts of a violent and oppressive government is a fucking shitty look.

Cloudyfromoobsession I have read it [*the chinese diaspora statement], it makes me really disappointed. They treat fan fiction as some deep existential writing, which is not necessarily wrong but they have to acknowledge that not everyone is divining the meaning of life in a mdzs fic or any other fandom. Transformative work as a principle is based in the exploration of alternative visions starting from a canonical point, there is no rule that fan fic needs to appease a certain portion of the fandom or even stay true to canon.

I see that you have shit reading comprehension as well! not to mention a seriously questionable philosophy on the responsibility of transformative work as a whole. once again, you mock our genuine efforts to express something very important to us by saying that not everyone is trying to “divine the meaning of life” from a fic -- we never once said that fandom wasn’t supposed to be lighthearted and fun -- I’m pretty sure we said the opposite in fact! I love that you think that our concerns are a matter of taking things too seriously! you’re basically just telling us hey, it’s not that deep! let it go!

why should i fucking have to let this go when so many people act like you and have in every sphere of my life from the time I was born? why should I continue to bite my tongue, smile and play nice? because it’s not convenient when the model minority kicks up a fuss?

“there is no rule that fan fic needs to appease a certain portion of the fandom or even stay true to canon,” you say, like our race, identity, generational trauma, are just a matter of differing headcanons or taste. this isn’t about fucking appeasement, it’s about human respect and compassion. no, there’s no rule that all fic has to match anyone’s personal taste, but there is a fucking expectation that fic, and any other creative endeavor in this community, has a responsibility to examine its own impact in context. how explicit must the harm be before you put your foot down? if the characters said “ching chong” and chinese diaspora shouted it down, would you still say, “well, it doesn’t have to appease you”? “just look away”? “but I liked it”?

tell me to ignore my own oppression again for your personal comfort, I fucking dare you.

mirror, as the author has asked to put all this to rest I will not engage with you. I’m well aware that Chinese censorship is a more complex issue and larger that a fandom spat, and yes it had nothing to do with chinese diaspora fans, it was the spirit of this type of “poisoning the well” I was invoking.Limited word comments are not good for exhaustive discussion. But being rude and dismissive to someone who apologized(I mean the author) makes you an immature bully. Good day

funny how you think you can act like you’re taking the moral high ground by acting like you’re complying with robin’s wishes to “lay things to rest” when you ignored her requests to stop defending her twice with your asinine bullshit. if you’re going to act like you’ve got the moral high ground, you better make damn fucking sure you actually have it.

I am going to give you. a sliver of the benefit of the doubt and try to believe that you didn’t intentionally try to justify your sinophobia using a turn of phrase with antisemitic associations (one that was already discussed at length during the previous incident). I know that the history of “poisoning the well” isn’t terribly well-known, so this is just a reminder/to let you know that it’s a loaded phrase and should be used with caution, especially in a discussion that involves antisemitism.

in any case, you’ve already demonstrated an incredible amount of ignorance regarding chinese politics, so I don’t see any reason to believe that you are “well aware” of the complexity that underlies chinese censorship. the fact that you invoked it at all betrays how little sense you have of the history, how close it is, how much very real, terrifying harm has been wrought -- people love to use the CCP as a gotcha! to shut down or derail conversations about sinophobia. it’s an extremely common tactic, whether or not you realized it. do you all not realize that the people who suffer the most from an oppressive government are the people that live under its shadow? why is that so hard to grasp?

i have friends younger than me whose parents were close enough to tiananmen to hear the first shots ring out. the daughter of one of the photographers of tank man that snuck it out of the country is a year older than I am. my mother has been cautioning me for having political views since I was in middle school, citing the red guards of her generation and how they were manipulated and left to die by the CCP. I could tell you about shit that happened in my immediate family that would make your blood curdle. these stories are not unique or rare. keep that in mind the next time you want to whip out the CCP in an argument.

you’ve stated that limited character replies aren’t a good medium for discussion. fine. you’re welcome to pick this up in reblogs if you want. I’ve said my piece. good fucking day.

#daciafelix #asks and replies #mine #cyanide #racism

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uchihacore · 4 years

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newton’s third law

PAIRING: keishin ukai x reader SUMMARY: every action has an equal and opposite reaction WARNINGS: nsfw, pegging, blowjobs

You frown at your reflection in the tiny rearview mirror, rubbing at the edge of a purple mark peeking out of your shirt collar. You hadn’t noticed it last night, but then again, you hadn’t really noticed much outside of Keishin calling you ‘Princess’ as he sat you in his lap and pressed a vibrator between your legs. And really, can you fault yourself for that?

Lucky for you (or rather for lucky for Keishin), you always carry a tube concealer in your purse, just for these types of situations. You pull out the tube and dab some concealer onto your tender neck, gently patting away the cream until it blends with the rest of your skin.

“Sorry 'bout that,” Keishin says from the passenger seat. You can see him from the corner of your eye, and he’s grinning like an idiot, which makes sense because he is an idiot.

“No, you aren’t,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. You need to get him out of your car before he makes you late for work, or worse, a student sees you with him. You pack the tube away, pulling out your lipgloss as Keishin shrugs unapologetically.

“Nope, not even a little bit. But really,” he says, leaning in closer until you can feel his breath on your ear, “can you blame me? Seeing you all marked up, having to hide my hickeys at school, it’s so hot.”

“Nice to know you’re turning into a caveman, Keishin,” you say. And blush because the heater is on and not because of how close he is, the bruise on your neck tingling, “but not everyone gets the luxury of working for our mommy. Some of us have real jobs.”

(Which, admittedly, is a low blow. Especially considering he coaches the boys’ volleyball team for practically nothing, and gives Karasuno students discounts on like half his inventory.) You purse your lips together to rub in the lipgloss, fighting back an apology.

“And yet, here you are,” Keishin notes, seemingly unruffled. “Hiding my artful love-bites under a layer of makeup. Real job and all.”

“Get lost, Keishin,” you say, rolling your eyes. You toss your lipgloss into your makeup bag and turn to him. “I have classes to teach.”

“Of course you do. Have a good day at work, Princess.” he says, and the ballsy bastard actually kisses you before getting out of your car. You give him your best-unimpressed glare, and his smile widens when he turns and sees your expression before heading into the store.

And okay, yeah, maybe you a part of you is blushing and giggling on the inside like some idiot schoolgirl, but only because you’ve been treated like many things in your lifetime, from bitch to queen to child, but no one had ever made you feel like the Keishin does, like an actual, honest to God, princess.

But the other part is trying to figure out when he got so cocky, and how you’d allowed that to happen. Before you can contemplate further, a group of third-year students passes your car, and you put the car back into drive. Suddenly self-aware of how strange you must look mooning after the Sakanoshita Store guy, of all people.

You ponder it on the walk to your classroom, your sex life, or whatever it’s called, with Keishin Ukai is excellent, you’ll be the first to admit. He’s the first man ever to make your voice hoarse from moaning. But the last thing you want is for him to get a big head over it. He’s annoying enough as it is, thanks.

No, you need to get Keishin back down to Earth, somehow. He needs to be taught a lesson, taken down a peg.

And just like that, it hits you. Throwing a glance at your class, who are all too busy with morning pleasantries to notice, you pull out your phone and do a quick google search, you find the article you’re looking for and skim it. You’ll need to do some after-school shopping, but you’ll gladly sacrifice that cute skirt from H&M for this. You put your phone away and neatly write a line of notes about the kinematics on the chalkboard, drawing a smug little smiley face in the corner. Oh, this is going to be fun.

Your next 'meeting’ (because what the fuck else are you supposed to call it?) with Keishin is on Friday, and today is Tuesday. If you stop at the sex shop tonight and get the supplies, you’ll have two nights to figure them out. Which is essential because the last thing you want is to be unskilled in front of Keishin. He’d never shut up about it.

The school day passes by in a blur. You faintly remember scolding Nishinoya for using Tanaka as a springboard and a brief conversation with Hinata about the ‘epic highs and lows of high school volleyball’. Also, the concept of mitochondrial DNA had been clunking around your headspace for most of the day which was odd because you don’t even teach biology. Still, mostly you were just focused on the tantalizing idea of giving Keishin a taste of his own medicine.

You drive to the sex shop two towns over, as opposed to the one just off the highway, partly because it’s cleaner, but mostly because there’s less of a risk of seeing someone you know. You’d hate to have a student catching you buying a strap-on. Oh, the rumors.

The salesperson is a heavily tattooed girl with electric blue hair and a black heart stamped on each freckled cheekbone. She’s really helpful, though. She takes her time explaining just how all the buckles work, and which dildo to buy to fit into which harness, so do your best not to judge her too harshly. She also recommends buying silicone-based lube over water-based lube, because apparently it lasts longer and isn’t harmful in anal sex the way it is in vaginal sex.

So you give her a five-dollar tip for her troubles, to which she responds by giving you the toothiest smile you’ve seen in your entire life and telling you your boyfriend has no idea how lucky he is.

Which you give her another three dollars for because she’s completely right.

(About Keishin not knowing how lucky he is to have you. Not about him being your boyfriend, because he’s fucking not, okay?)

You bring your goodies home, feeling like you always feel after shopping: like you’ve just gotten a load of Christmas presents, and they’re waiting to be unwrapped. You have the presence of mind to hide the black and red bag in your oversized purse before entering your building. Just in case you happen to share the elevator with one of the old ladies on your floor.

Once you get into your apartment, you lock your door and layout your purchases on your dining room table, immediately picking up the dildo to test its weight. You’d picked a sparkly ribbed one, not because you particularly like it, but because you can’t wait to see Keishin’s face when he saw it. You’re pretty sure it’ll end up somewhere between shock, reproach, and begrudging amusement.

It’s the same abrasive yellow as Keishin’s bleached hair, average-sized, chosen more for entertainment value than anything else. You slot it into place then give the shaft an experimental tug to see just how well the metal ring in the harness holds it in place. Satisfied with the result, you examine the nubby, double-pronged vibrator on the opposite end of the harness. It’s supposed to go inside you when everything’s in place, so you get something out of it while you fuck Keishin senseless.

Though you’re reasonably sure that the very act itself of fucking Keishin senseless would have you curling your toes, you’re not about to deny yourself some extra stimulation.

You test the silicone lube between your fingertips. It feels weird, like the silicone-based face primer you’d used in high school, though this was less powdery and more expensive. You test on the skin above your knee, curious to see how long it takes to dry off.

While you wait, you take all of your clothes off, hanging up your blazer and throwing the rest in the hamper. You examine the harness, it’s an intimidating contraption of black nylon and silvery buckles, but that doesn’t deter you. You’re a high school science teacher, thank you very much. You explain physics to teenagers all day. This is nothing compared to that.

And actually, when you fit it onto your hips, it’s not too bad. A strap goes around each thigh, like a bikini, and one loops around your waist. You tighten the straps and peer down at the yellow, glittery penis now hanging heavily at the apex of your thighs. Huh. So this is what penises are like?

You grip the base and stroke up, grimacing at the sensation of your hand skidding over the rubber. Oh. Lube. Right. You squeeze some lube onto the dildo and start stroking again, much smoother this time. You hate how good the angle is; no wonder guys get so picky about handjobs. You fist it for a few minutes, feeling the vibrator bump against your clit. Which, considering its not even on, has no right to feel that good.

Once you get used to the way the dildo moves within its ring and how to compensate for the way the straps shift on your hips, you take the strap-on off and clean the dildo of lube. The stuff is way better than water-based lube, and you can’t wait to see it in action. You pack the strap-on and the lube back into the bag and leave it in your bedroom. Then you take a seat at your dining room table, pulling out a stack of ungraded papers instead. Time to spend some quality time with Marie Curie.

The next two days are validating, if nothing else. Keishin’s decided to go full little shit and keeps sexting you in the middle of your lectures like you’re supposed to just be able to explain oxygen theory of combustion after receiving a text detailing just how hard his cock is. You’d given him your best glare and sent a lengthy email telling him to fuck off, but to no avail. Plus, yesterday, he showed up at your office hours after practice, covered in sweat, and looking ridiculously hot, “just to say hi.” You won’t let it bother you, though. He’ll get what he deserves soon enough.

By Friday afternoon, you’re a mass of nerves and vindictive anticipation. Keishin’s been shooting you heated smirks all day. At lunch, he purposefully spills a packet soy sauce all over his hand just to seductively lick it off each of his fingers. You think it really speaks to your libido that, under the righteous indignation, you were actually pretty turned on by that. Stupid fucking Keishin, getting you hot and bothered with convenience store dumplings, of all things.

You’re practically vibrating when you open the door to your apartment at seven sharp, tamping down on your anxiety. You give Keishin your most relaxed, most expectant smile, and he responds by giving you that stupid(ly sexy) smirk and thrusting a bottle of cheap wine your way.

“Hey, Princess,” he says, bending down to peck you on the cheek. “How was your week?”

“Um,” you blink at him owlishly, thrown, “fine?”

“Really?” Keishin asks, stepping into your apartment and closing the door behind himself. As soon as the lock clicks into place, he’s on you like a starfish, head tucked into your neck. “Because mine’s been torture. All I can think about is how gorgeous you look under me. Over me. Everywhere. God, you drive me nuts.”

You feel something heavy in your chest. You bring your hands up to card through his hair. “I know the feeling.” Because all jokes and exasperation aside, Keishin’s under your skin in a big way, pumping you full of something that tastes like burnt, thick sugar and smells like Valentine’s Day chocolates. You’re drowning in Keishin Ukai, and you fucking love it.

“Do you now?” Keishin stills, then his hands change directions on your back, one scooping down to you ass and the other up into your hair. “And how does it feel, Princess?”

Oh, and there’s the smarmy little imp that’s been harassing you in school. Your lips curl into a devilish smile, out of Keishin’s line of sight, and you lean your weight into his hold. “Oh, I’m not sure I can even explain it, Keishin,” you sigh woefully. “Maybe I should just show you instead.”

“I think I could get behind that,” he agrees, pulling back. “Maybe even literally.” He leers down at you, eyes dancing with mirth.

“Classy, Ukai.” You snort despite yourself. “Remind me why I ever agreed to have sex with you?”

“Is that a request or an invitation?” His hands fall to your hips, thumbs rubbing lazy circles into your hipbones, “I accept both.”

You purse your lips, whether to fight a grin or a scowl, you’re unsure. “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” you suggest. “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” Keishin grins. “Lead the way.”

You set the wine bottle on the table and lead him by the hand to your room, hips swaying, nerves were forgotten. This is going to be so much fun. You open the door to your room, watching Keishin leap onto the bed. “Close your eyes and take off your clothes,” you order, unbuttoning your blouse. Keishin inhales sharply, eyes falling shut as he peels off his shirts and wiggles free from his pants. He’s already half-hard, boxers just beginning to tent.

“Can I open my eyes yet?”

“Not yet, no,” you replied, opening the drawer and pulling out your bag of tricks. you slid the strap-on into place, tightening the buckles with confident, practiced accuracy. “I thought we’d try something different today. Just the thought of it has kept me wet all week.”

Keishin twitches in his boxers, fists clenching on the edge of the bed. “Now, I’ve got to know. ”

“Open your eyes.”

Keishin blinks them open, freezing when they land on the dildo. You stroke it slowly, delighting in the way a ruddy blush works up his toned chest.

“Oh,” he says, sounding faintly disappointed. “I thought….”

“You thought you could tease me all week at school and get away with it,” you supply, baring your teeth when he flinches. “Newsflash asshole, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. So, what do you think of my cock, Keishin? I picked it out special, just for you.”

Keishin shudders, bowing his head in supplication. “Tell me what to do,” he says, voice gone hoarse.

“Answer the question.”

“It’s, uh,” Keishin stammers, glancing up at it, “it’s very… pretty?”

“Damn straight, it is,” you growl, striding toward the bed in long, slow steps. “What are you going to do with such a pretty cock, Keishin?” And wow, where is this coming from? You’re just supposed to fuck him and get it over with. This aggression is all-new, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good. And, judging by how hard Keishin is, you assume the feeling is mutual.

“Can I suck it?” he asks meekly, eyes pointedly not meeting yours. A total display of submission. You approve. You move to stand in front of him, positioning the cock at his lips, quirking an eyebrow at him.

Keishin groans, reaching out to suck the head into his mouth. He bobs his head, working deeper down your shaft each time. You bite your lip, feeling a hot wave of arousal work down your spine. He’s beautiful like this, cheeks hollowed around the length of yellow, sparkly rubber. Your hand leaves the base to cup the back of his head, and his hand takes its place. He pulls back to suckle at the head, eyes looking up at you heatedly.

Fuck.

“So pretty,” you sigh, hand petting the dark hair on the nape of his neck. “I can see why guys like this so much.” Keishin’s eyes flutter shut, lashes long against his cheekbones. “What do you think, Keishin? Do you like sucking cock?”

Keishin moans, sucking as deep as he can go. When his eyes meet yours again, they’re desperate. His free hand moves to his own cock, pulling it out of the gape of his underwear.

You freeze, pulling his head back by the grip in his hair. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” Keishin shoots you a pleading look, but you’re already pulling out of his mouth, dildo shiny with spit. “Take them off, get on the bed. Hands and knees.”

He stumbles to do your bidding, cock dark red and angry-looking. You pick up the lube from where you’d placed it on the nightstand and kneel behind him. The lube opens with a wet click that makes Keishin jerk in surprise. You spread the lube liberally on your fingers, reaching out to trace one over his hole, teasing. Keishin mewls and pushes back, eagerly. You feel another gush of heat between your legs, pushing the finger in slowly. You work the finger in and out, curling it down to find his prostate. You find it on the fourth try, judging by the way he keens and clenches around you.

The second finger is met with a little resistance, and Keishin takes in a deep breath to relax his muscles. You kiss the small of his back in praise, scissoring the fingers once you’re able. This is a lot more intimate than you’d expected it to be, working Keishin open like this. It fills you with a strange sense of responsibility, you want to do this right, you want to make it good for him.

“Just relax, Keishin,” you whisper, as he whines and clenches around your third finger, “you can do this. We can stop anytime you want.”

Keishin heaves a great, shivering breath, but he relaxes. You work as slowly as you can, pushing against his rim more than thrusting in until he’s loose enough to take you. You squirt more lube onto your fingers, pushing them slowly into him until he takes them all the way to the knuckle. You make sure to graze his prostate every few thrusts, only content when he’s moving back to meet you thrust-for-thrust.

“M'ready,” he whispers, sounding wrecked. You pressed a kiss his hipbone in sympathy. “Want you.”

“Okay,” you say softly, pulling your lube-slick fingers out of him. You lube up your cock quickly, pressing the tip to his rim. “You sure?”

“Do it, Princess,” he says, wriggling his hips, “or I’ll start bringing bananas for lunch.”

You huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes. “Idiot.” You hold the cock firmly in one hand, pressing it carefully into him. His breath hitches and stops, and he leans into the intrusion. You press a wet kiss to the back of his neck when the head slides in. “How’s that?” You ask, moving slowly until the base of the dildo is pressed against his ass.

“Gimme a minute,” he manages, shoulders locked with tension. You hold your position, rubbing soothingly over his back and down his flanks. After a minute, he moves, shoulders relaxing. “Go slow, okay?”

You murmur an “okay” and pull out an inch. You move back in, starting a rhythm of tiny thrusts. You only lengthen them when he grows impatient and flails a hand at you. You pull out almost all the way, then shove back in, gasping when the vibrator buzzes to life over your clit.

You begin moving in earnest, grinding into him to feel the vibrator flutter against your clit. God, it felt good. You shift to the right a little, and Keishin moans, all high and whimpery and divine. You move to hit that spot again, grinning when he chokes out another moan. You angle yourself so that all of your thrusts will meet that spot, draping yourself over his back to work a hand on his cock. He’s hard as a rock and dripping pre-cum as he twitches under your touch.

Keishin makes a broken sound and works his hips, thrusting back onto your fake cock and forward into your fist. You feel the world spin around you; this was by far the hottest thing you ever done with anyone.

And you think Keishin might agree because thirty seconds later he starts babbling:“ fuck, I’m gonna cum. Shit, feel so perfect inside me, please, let me cum, tell me I can cum, please. I need you to say yes, please.”

You suck in a breath through your teeth. He wants you to give him permission? Oh, fuck, yes. “Cum for me, Keishin, wanna see you cum around my cock,” you command, voice deeper than you’d ever heard it. Keishin whimpers, and he’s cumming, hips spasming. You watch his hole clench around your cock and feel yet another gush of heat, this one dripping down your thighs. You continue to move inside him until he gasps and pulls away. You pull out slowly, groaning at the way his skin tugs around the length of you.

He flips onto his back as soon as he’s free, fingers racing to undo the buckles of your harness. “You didn’t come.” He huffs, tugging at the straps, “I wanna make you come. Please let me.”

You shove the strap-on away, throwing it half-way across the room. “How do you want me, Keishin?”

Keishin collapses, rubbery, on the bed. “Sit on my face, Princess.”

Fuck. You can do that. You move up until your knees bracket his head and hold yourself over his face. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispers, kissing the dampness from your thighs, working up to your center.

He licks into you delicately, mopping up all of your juices. You’re hypersensitive already and gasp into his teasing touches. Keishin slides his tongue inside you, curling it upwards. You keen, grinding down onto his mouth before you can stop yourself. You move to pull off to apologize, but Keishin holds your hips down, face more blissful than you’ve ever seen it. You run your fingers through his hair, swiveling your hips over his mouth.

“Need you on my clit,” you gasp and Keishin hums (which, okay, wow) and sucks your clit between his lips, sliding two thick fingers into you. He licks and sucks at you, pushing you farther and farther closer to the edge, but it’s the gentle nibble that finally pushes you over it. You scream soundlessly, fingers scrambling for purchase on the bed. His hands keep you from falling off his mouth as he licks you down from your orgasm. When you mewl in discomfort, he presses one last kiss to you clit before pulling away.

You collapse next to him, thighs sore and blissed out.

“Learn your lesson?” you asked him sleepily, eyes closing.

“No wonder none of the boys are failing physics. You’re quite the teacher,” Keishin nods, still panting slightly. “Though, I think you may have to go over it again sometime.”

You laugh and turn to look at him. He’s smiling back at you, eyes soft and happy. The heavy feeling in your chest returns, and you feel like you can’t breathe. You lean in and kiss him, ignoring the way he tastes like you. His own flavor was much sweeter. “I think we can manage that,” you whisper against his glistening lips.

He lazily tangles his hand in yours and brings it up to kiss you knuckles. “Good.”

When you wake the next morning with muscular forearms wrapped around you, you panic for a moment before remembering who it is and relax into Keishin’s embrace.

#keishin ukai x reader #keishin ukai imagines #keishin ukai scenarios

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arethereanyoriginalusernames · 4 years

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Advice for ppl in the Vivziepop fanbase (who haven't been involved in the recent drama) + a brief explanation about wtf is happening

Hey guys. While I haven't touched any Vivz drama related stuff in a while, I wanted to talk about a couple things.

1. What's happening and why it matters

2. Suggestions for what to do

Keep in mind that I am no omnipresent god, and you can take or leave anything I'm going to say here. Also, I will do my best to remain neutral both in this post + in any future mentions of drama. This is not because I don't think it's important, but moreso because I don't want to get too involved with it (for me personally, getting involved in drama isn't a great idea. Especially now)

If anyone would like to correct any misinformation here, feel free. Just try to be respectful. I want to make something that serves as a springboard for people fighting each other. Debate and discussion is fine, threats and insults are not.

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1. What's happening now?

A couple things.

First is the issue pertaining to the misuse of vodou symbols in the Hazbin Hotel pilot and Vivz's reaction. As many may know, the character Alastor is associated with vodou, and vodou symbols appear when he's being evil or whatever

Now, what's the problem with this? Many people may be familiar with the issue of cultural appropriation, and the problem with people misusing something from a culture that they are not apart of. In this case, Vivz does not come from a culture that practices vodou, nor does she practice it herself. There also appears to be nobody on staff who is any different.

I am no practitioner of vodou, nor am I an expert, but you can find posts explaining the problem with the symbols used.

This is an issue I wanted to touch on in particular, bc unfortunately I've encountered quite a few people who don't see these issues as anything serious. Also, before someone comments on how nobody is complaining about the use of christian symbols and references, keep in mind that vodou and christianity are not the same. Christianity is more open, and uses stuff from it doesn't disrespect it. Vodou is different, as it is more exclusive. Basically, you need to be in vodou in order to use it, plus there are consequences to using certain symbols.

Another issue people have brought up is how Hazbin is representing vodou as evil by having an evil character use it. Before anyone brings up how the show uses offensive comedy, I'm going to stop you right there because that doesn't matter. Vodou has been demonized for a long time in various pieces of media. To dismiss something like this is unfair and immoral. Also, there's a difference between comedy and representation. If your only vodou using character is a cannibalistic serial killer, you're representing vodou as evil. That's not me trying to be an SJW, that's basic literarily analysis.

Vivz hasn't really helped her case by blocking people who have pointed out the misuse of vodou. While I would normally say that taking criticism is her choice to make, this pertains to a serious issue. Keep in mind that I'm not trying to turn her into a villain. People fuck up, and calling them out isn't always meant to cancel them. You can realize when somebody you like has messed up, and not hate the person. In this case, yes, Vivz has fucked up, and she ought to at least apologize for the misuse, and take care not to do so again in the future. One way that I can think of off the top of my head is to consult an actual practitioner of vodou when creating HH, and/or having more than one type of character use vodou.

I realize that this is just one controversy out of several, but, again, this is one I wanted to address since I know a lot of people don't take something like this seriously. I don't have the energy nor the mental health to get into every single thing, so I won't.

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2. How do we deal?

The simple answer is to not be a dickhead, but allow me to elaborate.

Don't dismiss the issue because you personally don't think it's a big deal, especially if you're not someone directly affected by it. I've already seen this with Black Lives Matter, where people have treated it like it's the overreaction of a group of SJWs. Representation does matter, and it's fine to acknowledge flaws in media you love. This isn't a call to boycott Hazbin Hotel or Vivziepop. You can still love something while recognizing the problems in it. For instance, works such as Shakespeare's plays have elements that wouldn't fly today (such as the ages of Romeo and Juliet in their titular story). That doesn't mean that you're an awful person for liking them.

What makes you a horrible person is ignoring the flaws, and/or believing that something like this is okay.

There's already been problems with racism and homophobia on Twitter and Facebook (which, bc I don't use either, I wasn't aware of until recently). Let's not make things any more of a dumpster fire.

I apologize for wasting your time

- Spooky S Skeletons

#zoophobia #hazbin hotel

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ltlemonpop · 2 years

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I posted 12,892 times in 2021

562 posts created (4%)

12330 posts reblogged (96%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 21.9 posts.

I added 807 tags in 2021

#shush lemon pop - 251 posts

#mcyt - 99 posts

#philza - 76 posts

#dsmp - 71 posts

#peeps chattin w/ me - 66 posts

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#mcyt incorrect quotes - 40 posts

#incorrect quotes - 39 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and when i say i don’t agree with techno take that with a grain of salt bc i really don’t care about the stan fights and i am here to watch

My Top Posts in 2021

Tubbo : oh! Wilbur put notes in our lunch boxes again!

Jack Manifold : "notes"???! Tubbo that's a ten page essay!

Tubbo : yeah, Wilbur does that.

Jack Manifold : wait- why does Tommy have two different essays?

Tubbo : Wilbur can't decide between writing a loving note or a hate filled note so he just writes both.

726 notes • Posted 2021-02-19 15:40:31 GMT

Philza headcanons

- he is very light on his feet, often goes on his tippy toes when he is focusing and wanting a better view of his surroundings

- when he doesn’t have enough hands he holds stuff with his teeth (ei holding an axe in his teeth or having a potion in his mouth as he brews)

- he sometimes uses techno as a springboard when he wants to scale a tall object if he can’t find a ladder

- when he gets anxious he wants to be higher off the ground (cause birds) and sometimes when he is extremely stressed he has to fight the urge to bring his wings out and fly away because he can’t fly anymore

- he has gotten really good at doing braids because of techno

- he usually puts techno’s hair in a simple braid when going into battle but when there is longer periods of peace he does more complex designs

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Quackity : ya know Phil, maybe your first response to a inconvenient problem shouldn't be stabbing it with a sword?

Quackity :

Quackity : im sorry

Quackity : pHIL NO IM SORRY I APOLOGIZE PLEASE IM SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT PHIL

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Phil: and there you have it. my oldest son eating raw potatoes out of the ground

Scott smajor or whatever: Shouldn't you stop him?? thats super unsanitary.

Phil: No, no. Trust me this is not that bad. My other sons are way worse. One ate mud and the other eats sand.

Scott: Your son ate mud? Like on purpose?

Phil: That's not even the worst part. My other son, addimently endorses eating sand. like he went on a 15 minute rant.

Scott: oh my god, why????

Phil: no clue, I can't make him stop.

Scott:

Scott: So if all of your son's eat weird stuff, what do you eat-

Phil, immediately: the souls of the innocent.

Scott: what?

Phil: what?

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Techno : okay- Phil. You remember that you are on your last life correct?

Phil: yah

Techno : good. Now please explain to me why you are LITERALLY ON A DATE WITH DEATH!

Phil, holding Kristens hand : but it’s our anniversary :(

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purplewitch156 · 4 years

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Of Your Making is top tier Tomarry. It deserves so much love. I cannot explain all the feels it gives me. Should be top ten most read for sure. Your writing in it was so lovely and the entire plot and relationship is just 👌🏽

o fuck. thank you.

Of Your Making is, and will always be, super special to me because it came about during a very tumultuous period of my writing journey. I may be wrong in saying this, but I think a lot of writers come to fanfiction first. It’s an excellent way to find your voice and build your skill. It’s a springboard into original fiction and I know of published writers who wrote fanfiction first. I did the opposite. I spent my twenties writing original novels and trying (and struggling) to make a career out of it. With my third book I succeeded in getting an agent and I was so excited. I thought this was it. (I had been self-published, you see.)

And then, without warning, the agent contacted me and said she was leaving her job. Just like that, I was tossed off the bus. No book deal. No contacts. No nothing. It was ... hard. I didn’t know what to do with writing at that point. I hated the idea of hunting for another agent -- what if the same thing, or something even worse happened? I hated the idea of returning to self-publishing when that clearly wasn’t working. I did a lot of soul searching. I realized that writing hadn’t been particularly fun in a long time. It had turned into a never ending loop of disappointment -- it had become a game that I wasn’t very good at playing. Even though I did my best and was always very pleased with the work I put out, it never went anywhere. Promotions (online and in person), tours, school talks, bookstores -- heaps of time and energy and money that just ... didn’t go anywhere. I’m not saying this to discourage anyone who is striving, or who wants to be, a published (self or traditional) writer. If you want it, go for it. Go all in. I discovered that I didn’t want it. I loved writing, but I hated it when a dollar sign was attached.

So, how does this lead to fanfiction? I’ve always loved Harry Potter. I was practically the same age as the characters when they were being published. I’ve been a fanatic since I was twelve. Even when I was writing my original stories, I was daydreaming about Harry Potter. And I was frustrated that my enthusiasm for my own writing never came close to my enthusiasm for HP. I don’t really recall what caused the idea for Of Your Making to strike. Inspiration comes out of the blue, but it arrived at the perfect moment when I was more open to treating writing as a hobby than I had ever been before. And just like that, all my questions, all my worries, all my uncertainty -- snuffed out. I was having fun again. More fun than I had had in ages. And oddly enough, since choosing to write fanfiction, I have written faster and more often than I have ever done. It used to take me years to finish a story. Now it takes me months.

You didn’t ask for all of that and I apologize for throwing it at you, but I don’t think I can ever fully express how deeply appreciative I am for this fandom and that the stories I write for my own pleasure are enjoyed by others across the globe. I don’t say it lightly when I say this fandom saved my writing. And for that, you will always have my gratitude.

#long post #time to get emotional #writing #fanfiction #publishing #y’all are so lovely

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noonmutter · 4 years

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How To Apologize Like a Whole-ass Adult

Here’s the thing: we’re taught as kids that if we say we’re sorry, then the other person forgives us, and everyone moves on.

Thing is, that’s not how it works. That teaches you the falsehood that forgiveness is transactional; that all you have to do is speak the password and you’re absolved of guilt. It also frames somebody who doesn’t forgive you as someone who’s being unreasonable or unfair. “I said I was sorry!” says the guy who’s about to do the exact same thing again in five minutes.

That form of apology and forgiveness exchange is focused on the person apologizing being in the right, if only for the act of apology itself. But if you’re actually trying to apologize, to be contrite, to express regret and a willingness to change? That’s not what you need to be doing or saying. That’s not how you should be looking at it. You should be apologizing because hurting people is a bad thing to do, even by accident, even only a little.

Learning to apologize the right way? It sucks. I know this because I’ve done it, and apologizing the right way does not result in a guarantee of forgiveness, and that’s scary. Not being forgiven sucks, if you’re not a sociopath. If you don’t really care one way or another, just skip the whole process; you don’t mean it anyway.

But I think it’s something people--especially right now--need to understand, and learn how to do.

Figure out what you did wrong. If your relationship with someone, or a group of people has suddenly made a dramatic and noticeable change, then something happened. If you and the people you’re talking to are getting frustrated in the conversation, something you guys are doing isn’t working. Figure out what happened, and whether you contributed to that in some way. Know what you did wrong. Apologies do not mean a goddamn thing if you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for--if you just feel bad that someone else feels bad, you’re not apologizing, you’re expressing sympathy. If you’re super worried about it, ask someone, but do it from a place of wanting to understand, not of wanting pity. It’s not about you. “Did something happen recently? Everyone’s been busier than normal” or “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet lately.”

Acknowledge that regardless of whether you meant to do the thing, regardless of why you did the thing, and regardless of what results came of doing the thing--you did the thing. The thing happened, and intentional or not, you caused it. That’s not up for debate, it’s objective fact. “I’m so sorry that I said that,” “I’m so sorry for the part I played in this,” “I’m sorry for not stepping up sooner.” And stop there. Explaining yourself unasked is justifying yourself; remember, you’re not concerned with being right. You’re concerned with making right. Know what you did wrong and keep it in your mind to prevent repetition, not as ammo in an argument.

Promise that this is not going to happen again, and mean it. This is about the only part of the original apology playbook that gets it right: An apology is worthless without being a springboard for change. It’s just words, and while the words feel nice sometimes, it feels a lot nicer to be able to trust that your words have substance--if you’re stopping at saying the words, then you’re not giving the person you hurt any reason to trust you. Nobody reasonable is expecting a heel-face-turn or for you to be perfect the moment you apologize, because people are fallible and honest mistakes can happen. However, if you aren’t trying, then you’re declaring your own words hollow by your actions.

Do not wait for them to forgive you. Forgiveness is optional, and it is entirely up to the person you hurt to give it to you. They may do it, they may not. Y’know that one episode of Bojack Horseman that everybody loves because the dying guy outright says “I don’t forgive you, I’m not giving you closure”? That’s what this may end with, and that’s entirely fair and within their right to say. Whether you are forgiven or not should never influence what you do about your failure. If it does, you are being selfish and performative.

Remember: This is about apologizing to the one(s) you hurt, not absolving yourself. You erred; you cannot undo that error, and you shouldn’t be focused on trying. People are allowed to remain angry with you, just as they are allowed to forgive you as soon as you get to “sorry.” Forgiving is not forgetting, and it never should be.

#my writing #on apologies #I'm sure I've written something like this before #but for the life of me I can't find it

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First of all, let me say sincere THANK YOU for the invention of the crickets. My job is super stressful right now and CP was one of my escapes, and now thanks to you it's like it's extended. Also, I am HOH and live in LA and am a giant theater nerd so 1. I saw DW SA two times at the Wallis and it was so great 2. yay Quinn for existing. So my question is this. How is the heaviness for lack of a better term of Quinn's childhood/life revealed to Nando. How does he handle it?

Anon, hi! Thank you so so much for your kind words!🤍🤍🤍🤍 I love these characters, and they’re quite the escape for me too right now. I'm really glad to hear that other people have been able to use them as a distraction from the crazy of the outside world.

But now I sound like I’m on the news. And we are going to avoid that, as a general rule. So: thank you so much for your question, and I do apologize for my slight delay in answering this ask! (I answer all asks, but my speed varies.) BTW, about DW SA, that is so awesome that you saw it????? I’ve watched a few Instagram video clips of the show; it looked amazing. I wish there was more accessible art like that in society. Quinn is my child; I’m so glad you enjoy him, and the whole Deaf West thing has been a blessed addition to his theatre experience.🤍🤍🤍

Okay, now on to your actual question! I’m going to hop under the cut and do this bullet-style, because there’s a lot to unpack here and I’m glad someone has asked me about it.

(Ask me anything about the crickets!)

- We’ve established that Quinn has had a rather rough go of it in terms of his family situation. Now we come to the part where we wonder how he reveals that information about his past/upbringing to Nando, who, by the way, has a handful of sad stories of his own.

- Did someone say Tragic Backstory Sharing Time????

- It goes like this. For the first two-ish months that they’re dating, it’s not that they actively avoid serious conversations about their pasts; it’s just that they haven’t really reached that point yet. First they’re courting, and then they’re trying to take advantage of their little window of time between when they start dating and winter break, and then... it’s winter break, so things are a little different than they are at school.

- They both do go home for that Christmas-New Year’s-early January stretch. I’d say hockey reasons put Nando back on campus a little sooner than Quinn, but they return around the second week of January. During the time they’re apart, they talk on FaceTime mostly every night, and they keep a steady communication through texting as well. While they miss each other, it’s also not difficult to stay in touch. This is, after all, 2017. Phones exist. Even Quinn’s iPhone 4.

- I had an iPhone 4 until December 2018, so I identify with him strongly. But anyway. That isn’t the point of this post.

- The point I’m trying to get at by talking about them going home for winter break is that for Quinn, going home means staring his childhood in the face again. Going to Samwell is the first time he “gets out”, and he fully intends to use college as his springboard for staying out of that environment for good. His sister, his one elderly Deaf friend (shoutout to that lady because she’s great), a few cultural things, and hometown theatre are things he loves about Grand Rapids that will never go away, buuuut...

- His grandparents, on the other hand, are a situation. It’s just that they’re old-school, and they think of him more like an inconvenience they have no choice but to be responsible for than an actual person with feelings. They’re never physically abusive or even neglectful, but they just...... don’t really care much about what he does or how college is going or anything like that.

- Anyway. Quinn uses Christmas break to spend time with his sister, whom he missed dearly, and visit his elderly friend, and just generally do the things in his hometown that don’t remind him of his childhood mess.

- But he feels.... kind of weird with this whole situation, calling Sebastián every night and talking with him about being home but simultaneously not talking about it. Nando knows he lives with his grandparents, but he doesn’t know why. He basically doesn’t know anything about Quinn’s childhood. And because he wants Quinn to open up at his own pace, he doesn’t ask.

- Whew! I’ve been going on for awhile considering I’m only setting up the actual scene. Anyway. When they get back to campus for spring semester, their reunion is very soft. They missed each other a whole lot, and doing a month of separation when your relationship is still new is a recipe for a lot of yearning.

- So the first chance they get, it’s snuggle time in Quinn’s room. I actually think this is probably only the second night Quinn is back on campus. It’s snowing out, and they’re cozy and safe. The string lights are on, because that’s Quinn’s aesthetic.

- They talk a little about their breaks, but because they were FaceTiming almost every day, there really isn’t so much to say that they both don’t already know. Mostly they just snuggle.

- The way the conversation actually starts doesn’t have anything to do with Quinn at all. It has to do with Nando’s papa. Quinn is aware, in general, that Nando’s papa is dead, or at least not around, because he talks about him in the past tense if he mentions him. But what happens here, is that Quinn is sort of sitting with his head on his chest, and he’s by extension kind of close to the chain that Nando is wearing? It’s his papa’s old cross, but Quinn doesn’t know this. He just knows that he’s always wearing it.

- So he touches it, and it’s this tender moment, and he says, you always wear this. It’s nice.

- And Nando says, oh, thanks. It was my papa’s.

- And the way he says it is sort of sad— and Quinn kind of maybe starts to apologize? But then Nando ends up opening up about his papa’s death as a result of this prompting. He’s never fully explained what happened before.

- And from there, Quinn shares his own stories. Because what essentially ends up happening is they have this really vulnerable “here are the sad/ugly parts of my past” conversation, and it’s pretty emotional but it’s also very good for both of them. Both because they both don’t talk about that stuff super often, and also because it’s one of their ‘deepest’ conversations yet.

- As for how Nando takes it when he learns about Quinn’s childhood, I think firstly he feels really bad that he’s gone through so much, and then he just immediately resolves himself to be there for him and to give him that sense of being loved and cared for that Quinn didn’t really have growing up.

- I think they’re both very much aware that this relationship is serious and long-term, and this is one of the moments where that solidifies in each of their heads.

- Essentially, it’s a key point in the transition between we’re dating and it’s fun and this is a serious relationship, and it involves some serious parts.

- And then, as we now know, there are further developments in Quinn’s home life. But at Samwell, Quinn finds home in the people who love him.

I hope this answers your question, anon!!! I’ve been thinking for awhile that I might want to write a fic of that big sharing conversation between the two of them, and if popular demand dictates it, I’ll definitely add it to my list.

Thank you for the ask! :D

#oc taddies #crickets #quindo #mini quinny

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osmw1 · 5 years

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Dimension Wave Chapter 30 — A Springboard unto Death

“I bite my thumb at thee, Miss Kizuna!” Yamikage shouted out from the deck.

We’re back at sea, as we usually are. The only thing different was that water surrounded us in every direction. There was no land at all to be seen.

“Oh, picking a fight, huh?” “I can take no more squid!” “I understand, but Sheryl, you too must give due respect to our bounty.” “… I’m not wasting food. Just repurposing it.”

The first glance of yet squid again had Yamikage shrieking, while Shouko chastises Sheryl for loading our lunch into the ballista. But there were two others.

“Ahaha, you guys are hilarious!” “Ugh… why did I sign up for this…?”

Tsugumi had a good laugh, but Alto was far less impressed. How did the six of us sailors end up like this? you may ask. Well, let’s go back to about a week ago, to the day after we beat Dimension Wave.

We decided we needed a day off. Actually, it’d probably be more accurate to say that we needed a day to walk to the Second City to research the newly implemented items. By chance, we bumped into Romina and with the warm support from everyone, I had her make me a new weapon out of the parts I got from gutting Cerberus. Romina eyed me with suspicion when I handed the items to her, but she said nothing of it and forged me some proper equipment. I mean, it was only natural that I stood out just a little when I’m the only one with a huge inventory of Cerberus’ parts.

In any case, what she came up with was the Cerberus Slaughterer—an unadorned blade that like nothing but an oddly matte black kitchen knife. A weapon forged from the mats of a boss monster that powerful, it should be accordingly lethal. Well, should… … but I wouldn’t know. I didn’t even have the Energy to equip it. So, away it went into my inventory, biding time until I can wield its potential.

Then, we went shopping to check out the updated weapon types, Stones of Mediations, and other new stuff in the game. Along with a newly purchased reel, I had a beaming smile plastered on my face as Shouko, Yamikage, Sheryl, and I made our way to the Second City. Then, I saw it.

—The lure.

It was glimmering—no, rather, it was glowing. We came across a merchant selling a lure that would glow in the dark. Or better yet, a lure for night fishing. 10,000 serin was its price. As soon as I showed any intent on purchasing it, Shouko immediately tried to stop me. You absolutely cannot buy this, Kizuna. Do not be swindled, she pleaded, but alas, it was to no avail—my wallet would soon be 10,000 serin lighter.

“You are being completely cheated by the merchant! Please, just listen to us!”

I had no regrets. I still have no regrets because, though it unbeknownst to any of us at the time, I definitely did not make a bad decision. At the end of the day, I went to bed and slept soundly, pleased with a peaceful and successful shopping trip.

The next day. After deciding that I should regain my lost Energy, we set off back to our floating home base of a sailing ship. Things were still fine at this point.

“We may not risk thee taking damage, Miss Kizuna. Thou art best to rest in the cabin.”

Maybe I was still tired from all the shopping I did the previous day, I left the deck to the rest of them and went to a nap as suggested. There are two bedrooms in the cabin. But for some reason, I felt a little embarrassed to be the only one sleeping and so, I locked the door before the Sandman visited me.

“Gah! Help!”

A few hours later, I was awoken by the racket outside. I stepped up and out to the deck and immediately understood the situation.

… my fellow party members were engaged in some sort of act of piracy.

To sum up the bizarre turn of events unfolding in front of my very eyes, my sister, Tsugumi†Exceed, was about to be thrown overboard. In the water waiting for their meal were three Blue Sharks. Honestly, it seemed like a slapstick routine more than anything.

“What the hell are you guys doing?!”

I snapped to my senses and shouted at them. Shouko was the first to respond.

“Executing a stowaway!”

All of my attention was on them. Something must’ve happened while I was asleep, but frankly, I really didn’t want to know. I just didn’t have much of a choice but to talk things over with them.

“Come on! Tsumugi’s my sister! What the hell happened?” “Judgement upon stowaways on our vessel!” “You stay quiet!” “… stowaways are shark food.” “I don’t have a clue what you mean.” “Seajacking shall bring demise unto us!” “I told you to stay quiet, Dark Shadow!”

Our arguing brought me nowhere closer to understanding what was going on, but at least I saved Tsugumi for now. I had to coax them out of their frenzy before I could get a good grasp of the situation. Apparently, while I was sleeping, a group of four that were stowed away in the bilge tried to hijack our ship. Our party members engaged the hijackers at the bow and easily rounded them up, as the hijackers didn’t have any naval combat–related skills. —And then.

“Are you for real?!”

That still didn’t explain anything. Then, they told me they were discussing what to do with the hijackers when one of them called out to Shouko.

“Remember how we were allies?”

He tried to fish for sympathy. It seemed like they were the people Shouko used to run with before coming to us. After seeing how well we did in the Dimension Wave, there were snide remarks about how “the likes of us Spirits” must have played dirty. It made Shouko’s blood boil, and so now, the hijackers were being dangled above the water.

“I’ll make sure to spread rumors.”

His last words were befitting of a heroin in a dating sim game. With one down, it leaves three.

“Goodbye to you two, too.” “We’ll kill you in the next Dimension Wave.” “Wh—aaagh!”

They sure can talk a lot of trash. It was a slog to get through what Shouko and the others had to say too, but I had little choice but to listen. Anyway, it turns out that the hijackers found Tsugumi hiding in a barrel, hoping to pop out and startle me.

“What a bunch of tools!” “Yes, they were quite the characters.” “Don’t pretend like you didn’t go crazy either, Shouko.” “Sorry…”

I never woulda thought that she would flipped out like this. Tsugumi then began to explain why she was here.

“I snuck here because you and your party seemed to be having so much fun, big bro…” “What, did you have enough of your permadeath run?” “I muttered that under my breath! You weren’t supposed to hear that!”

Unfortunately for you, I’m not hard of hearing It’d be weirder if I couldn’t hear you since I’m standing right next to you. And it’s not like I have super good hearing either. … not that I know of, at least.

“What’s a permadeath run anyway?” “… it’s a roleplaying thing in VRMMOs.” “Hmm, don’t think I’ve heard of it.”

According to Sheryl, it’s common in virtual worlds where you can’t voluntarily logout, making it kind of like a “if you die in the game, you die in real life” kind of roleplay. The rest of the party would kick you and cut off communication if you die, I assume.

“Wait, I didn’t know they were doing that!”

Well, I’m not about to criticize anyone how they play the game, but I can’t say I’m enamored with the idea. Maybe the frontliners are more dedicated to their role because they play on permadeath rules. Who knows.

“If everybody’s okay with it, maybe we can let Tsugumi into our party.” “But of course.” “We are indebted to your sister for bequeathing us her aid during the Dimension Wave.” “‘kay.” “But I mean, y’all just tried to feed her to the sharks…”

None of them could look me in the eyes. Did you think I’d forget about this? Tsugumi joined our party without an apology from any of them.

True to their words, the hijackers had been spreading false rumors about us back in the cities. Alto caught wind of it, explained the truth, and seemed to have turned the tables back on them. Glad that someone’s got our back.

And those were the events that led to Alto joining us.

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