#but it's so fucked up that i have to say all yhis

[musashi]

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#wordy wendy #gently requests to pls be patient with me right now i think my brain is. getting bad #i keep getting ghost notifs on discord #like channels lighting up and i check and no new messages #my posts are getting ghost notes. like itll say theres replies/reblogs when there isnt #i havent blocked anyone recently ive checked and double checked #if it was just one social media id think perhaps it was glitch but its. all the ones i frequent so i think im going crazy #yhis happens sometimes. i dont know why ots happening now idk what could be triggering it #(except for maybe some stress im not comfortable mentioning on my main) #UHHHH does anyone else have hallucinations like this because every time it happens it trips me up #i think it makes sense becauze most of my trauma is based around social media but like #its so fucking weird #anyways i am going to be avoiding the notes of my posts for a while because taking notes of it is not helping me #so if you wanna talk to me pls send an ask!! #afaik my asks are not ghosting. i havent gotten any weirdness there #dw abt discord i cant stau away from there even if i tried gkskdk #also pls like if you read

[insignificantbab]

ofc im startin this in tha off season

#holiday times r always off because ppl r traveling or spending timw with family so they aint payin to fuck #but itll give me some time to build up some social media i guess #gonna make a twitter i think. twitter sucks ass but insta is the only other useful option and its facebook so i dont wanna give any info #since its for sex work. #ive also gotta look into yhis 1 directory site. its well known and trusted and required verification to put an ad up which is good #but im not sure if i make an account if when i move ill need to use the same one #im liking that ill only be here for 6 months so if i kinda suck i can still get experience and when i move have new clients and ppl wont #know i used to suck. i dont want a reputation to follow me. so i moght skip on this sire depending on how it works #cause id def wanna use it in the future. if i can easily selerate the identities tho then i think its be ok and will def use it #its hard to figure which sites are legit to use tbh #things will say find independent sites for your area and work backwards by finding that persons ads on directories but i cant find #any personal sites. and shitty scam directories will scrape legit ones and add all those ppl to it #so idk which sites actually have ppl using them. but im prob just make an ad on anything that seems legit enough and that should make me #look pretty legit to people i think. #i hope things go well and i get ppl. im nervous to be doin this but i think it was inevitable. and its work i can see myself doing for a #long time and getting good at and taking pride in. but rigjt now thats not what it is

[nicodaws]

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#sorry ignore yhis lol #tw implied sh #and like general depression rants that r very boring sorry lmao #i am so tired of this. like i am so so sick of being mentally ill bc i just. do not ever actually see it getting better and ik thats like #shortsighted #and it probably will in the scheme of things #but it does feel like maybe there r gna b pieces of me that r just gonna be fucked forever and ive gotta put up w it #n i dont want to #having a real rough time recently n its just me spiralling in the same self destructive ways i have for half my life and im so . its just #a part of who i am #and i dont know how 2 fix it or if i ever will #and its just so hopeless. #anyway #all this 2 say i just reset half my days since counters and really just want 2 give up ! #delete later

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

LITERALLY BIG BRO BEHAVIOR

***Stage in Playful Land spoilers below the cut!!**

HALP I'M DYING OTL NO ONE WARNED ME WE'D BE IN L*ONA BIG BRO ERA FOR THIS EVENT SDH FIUPABDFAIHBAEFIODGVYQEGFOIVQEGABI;FwovgucABHVGADVOBpfgovaevgqetoBn;j.qegk[ppu9hq709tr31pgyqeinbsdaihovfdvaoadgudvdtSVDG

Uhhh basically Ferro encourages the NRC boys to invite others to join them at Playful Land; Jamil, Riddle, Azul, and Idia outright reject it for their own reasons (it obviously sounds shady as heck, IT'S A WEEKDAY SO WE CAN'T SKIP SCHOOL, Azul doesn’t want to owe anyone, and amusement parks are where extroverts hang out). Some of the others decide to come along with, including Vil (who says he is looking out for his underclassmen but also admits to being interested in the performances of the park) and Lilia and Cater (who want to be amused and to have fun with their club member Kalim, who would be sad without their company). BUT THEN YOU GET TO TTREY AND L*ONA WHO aRE PURELY JUST TAGGING ALONG TO WATCH OVER THE FIRST YEARSE (although Trey does it upon Deuce's request) 💀 L*ONA'S JUST THER ELIKE "this is hella sus, I'm NOT going," UNTIL JACK SAYS HE'S GOING HIMSELF BECUASE HE MADE A PROMISE TO fERRO AND HE CAN'T BREAK HIS PROMISE... L*ONA SAID HE'S JUST GOING TO BRING "THE IDIOTS" HOME ?????? ??????? ??? HBJABYUFQVUOEFVYQEFOUTQEF23698RP937PNGWM,DV,KADVJINPGWBQEGIPBUQGENP

HE cOULD TELL JACK TO fUCK OFF OR THAT IF SoME ShIT GoES DIWN iT’S 100% oN HIM. GE CoULD IGNORE IT AnD cATcH UP ON HIS BEAauTY SLEEP, CONSErvE hIS ENERGY… BUT L*ONA DOESn’T, HE MAKES THE DECISION HIMSE TO PULL THROUGH FOR HIS KOUHAI… TO MAKE SURE THEY'RE SAFE AND THEY COME BACK ALRIGHT... NO ONE HAD TO CONVINCE HIM TO GO... AnD HE EVEN REMIDS THE THIRd YEARS TO STAY FOCUSED CUZ THEymRE THERE TO WATCH THE LITTLE ONES

YoU JNOW EHQt YHIS IS, L*ONa?????? THIS is GREATER BIG HROTHER BEHAVIOR THAN EVEN TREy 😭 YOu’TE NOT BEATING THE BIG BRO ALLEgATIOONS AnYTIME SOOn, BiTCH… LEONA "I don't give a fuck about the kids but I actually give a fuck about the kids" KINGSCHOLAR, LADIES AND GENTS (AND NONBINARIES)… HE'S SO GONNA GO, "I-It's not like I care about you/want to protect you or anything, you're just in my way, so get behind me" TO THE KIDDIES, I JUST KNOW HE WILL………………… …….. ……………. …… …. .. . ….. . . .. …….. … . .. . .

I’’M FR GONi FNG ThROYGJ AlL 5 STAGES oF GRiEF, IM So ILL RN

#twisted wonderland #twst #Leona Kingscholar #Jack Howl #Trey Clover #Jamil Viper #Kalim Al-Asim #Scarabia #Vil Schoenheit #Azul Ashengrotto #Lilia Vanrouge #Riddle Rosehearts #Ace Trappola #notes from the writing raven #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #Ferro Honest #Fellow Honest #Cater Diamond #NOT L*ONA ROT #Deuce Spade #jack: but u skip class all the time #leona: do as I say not as I do #I mean yeah it’s probably in part also bc Leona doesn’t want Crowley on his ass if smth happens to the kids #BUT STILL

[niki-phoria]

idk if yhis is where you put requests 😭😭 BUT i always wanted to have male reader x enha fics ever since i made this and now theres an abundance ooh im taking advantage of my gay ass loving to read

ANYWAYS so i notice everytime in the jungwon and ni-ki fics where theyre the 8th member sunghoon always says something and/or tease the members when theyre being sweet to eo so the request is for sunghoon x boyfriend (could be an 8th member of enha could be not) fic where sunghoon is publicly being sweet to his boyfriend and enha starts teasing him so sunghoon gets shu and blushed hard that he cany do anything but hide at his boyfriend

i love him sm he's so pretty

pairing: sunghoon x male!8th member!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 708

includes: blushy hoon like really blushy, teasing but supportive enha, i don't actually watch lives lmao but this is kinda based on the one where niki accidentally blew out the candles (the hate he's getting for that is so fucking stupid)

a/n: thank you so much for requesting !! this idea is adorable, i love it sm <33 i hope you like it :)) also yes i take requests through asks /gen

requests open !! read my rules first

the comments on the side of your phone scroll by quicker than you can read them. you shift in your seat a little, readjusting your position so jake can see the screen over your shoulder easier. you can hear the others talking amongst themselves as they slice the cake before moving the pieces onto plates. 

“y/n,” sunghoon nudges your shoulder, holding a fork out with a small piece on it. you smile, leaning in and allowing him to feed you. sunghoon smiles as you eat the piece. the chocolate flavor is sweet in your mouth. he reaches forwards to brush some frosting off of your lip, licking it from his thumb. “it’s good.” 

“i think so too,” you hum. sunoo passes you a fork as you cut off a small piece of cake, holding it out for sunghoon. you pretend not to notice the light flush that crawls up his neck and burns his ears as he leans forwards and eats the bite from your fork.

you turn your attention back to the comments, biting back a laugh at the chaos you’ve caused. “aw, cute,” heeseung smiles. “the couple are feeding each other.” 

“ah,” sunghoon shakes his head. “y/n is distracted with engene’s comments. i’m just helping him out.” 

“helping him by feeding him a piece of cake?” niki raises an eyebrow at him. you turn to look at him as his blush deepens, now spreading to his cheeks. you stifle a laugh as he moves closer to hide his face behind your shoulder; away from the view of the camera. 

you wrap your arms around him to hide him further behind your body. sunghoon snakes his arms around your waist to pull you closer. you reach over to pat his thigh - a silent reassurance that you’re all just joking around. 

you refocus on the comments once again, reading through the random questions or strings of emojis. one of them catches your eye in the mess of words - y/n and hoon are so cute together. it makes you smile. even though your relationship isn’t public, and likely never will be, the supportive comments from engene never fail to make you smile. 

sunghoon pulls away from behind you after about a minute of hiding. he shifts his body a little so he’s facing you, getting lost in his own thoughts as he stares at you. zoning out is nothing new for him but since you started dating he finds himself thinking about you while he does. 

sunghoon’s mind drifts to what you’ll do together once you finish the live and head back to the dorms. he can tell that you’re tired from a long day of practice and preparing for the next dates on tour. your shoulders sag slightly and your eyes feel a little heavier than usual. 

he’s interrupted from his thoughts when jake pats his shoulder. you chuckle a little as you reach over to grab his hand, gently squeezing it in yours. he mentally braces himself for the teasing comments and playful jokes from the others. 

“is y/n really that interesting to look at?” jay asks. 

“he’s very handsome,” jungwon replies. “i can see why sunghoon-hyung likes him so much.” 

“they’re cute together,” heeseung defends. “let him stare.” 

sunghoon can feel his face burning. his blush only deepens at the realization that he was recorded staring at you when you reach forwards to readjust the phone you’ve been livestreaming on. “i think it’s cute,” you say, intertwining your fingers together.

“you think everything hyung does is cute,” niki chuckles. 

“because it is.” sunghoon fails to hide his smile as he moves a little closer to you. you reach over to brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes and back into place. you stifle a laugh at his flushed face but don’t say anything about it. 

sunghoon leans in closer so he’s hiding behind you again. his lips brush against your neck when he speaks. “i love you,” he whispers. the words are so quiet you can barely hear them over the laughs of the others. instead of verbally responding you bring your intertwined hands up to your lips, pressing a quick peck against his knuckles. i love you too.

#sunghoon x reader #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enha soft hours #sunghoon x male reader #enha x male reader #enhypen x male reader #sunghoon x you #sunghoon x y/n #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon drabble #sunghoon imagine #sunghoon one shot #sunghoon scenario #enha fluff #enha x you #enha x y/n #enha drabble #enha scenario #enha imagine #enha one shot #enhypen one shot #enhypen x you #enhypen x y/n #enhypen imagine #enhypen scenario #enhypen drabble #enhypen fluff

[lunarw0rks]

When rival!reader tries to be civil with Valeria during a meeting for a compromise but they can’t stop looking at her biceps, and then their gaze moves up to her lips and down her exposed collarbones…

Of course, Valeria catches on. She’s not dense that you’re eye-fucking her so she gets angry and gives you something to eye-fuck. But yhis time you don’t have a choice (consensual obv)

im sweating

and tears are running down my thighs :(

once again, can't add anything to make the ask better. all i can say is i love her and want to hold her hand,, GOD DAMMIT

#RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY #sick and twisted #!!! #valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria garza cod #valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #los vaqueros #kortac operators #kortac #mw2 #call of duty #rachel speaks #not writing

[brandogenius]

PLS ypu did summon me it’s like i felt it in my bones that you had posted this 😭

OK but like one day maybe before tour starts munagenius is hanging out and just talking abt your and muna asking abt openers and the boys being like “YOULL NEVER GUESS, our label is having a CHILD a literal teenager open for us, they haven’t even graduated highschool yet” and munas interest is immediately peaked

meeting them after a show or something and naomi just asking like when you born and readers like “200-“ and their all of munagenius is just “i don’t wanna hear anymore” bc their all in their late 20s- early 30s

i feel like bcs ya is genz they would have a BLAST with muna just knowing their personalities like ya with phoebe and naomi would be fucking shit up

also on stage when reader is opening for boygenius i can totally see munagenius in the wings just doing the wildest shit, like play fighting or grinding on each other or holding handmade sign saying shit like “YOU GO BABY” or “WHO EVEN IS THAT “ or something and readers just trying not to look over every time the crowd starts screaming😭 and the crowds eating up like their so confused but yk twitter is having a feild day during every concert like fans having threads of the things their doing or drinking games for every time munagenius does a certain thing

Them having to go to reader to understand soemthing they saw on the internet like “what does this even mean🤨” and ya is like “grandma(parent) please take your pills and go to bed before you break a hip” also their so confused by a lot of the stuff reader says or readers reposts on tiktok

these are just some but i have so many more but my brain can’t keep up with my typing so I keep forgetting give me a few minutes 😭

YHIS MADE ME SO HAPPT AJWODJDJDJ

it’s giving the meme “what year were you born in” “two thousand and- TWO THOUSAND?!! AND??? say no more nope”

phoebe and naomi deserve their own little chapter just going crazy with ya the VIBES!!!

ya with jo and katie it’s giving wholesome moments but also like munagenius going to an awards show and them being the type to start yelling and barking / blocking you if some random dude even starts walking towards your direction like “THEY ARE WITH US KEEP GOING KEEP WALKING”

katie being one of the people you’re more intimidated / shy by because she is the oldest here outta munagenius but you feel like you can go to her when you need help. “hi hon” “can you help me with my eyeliner?” and it’s just a lot of bonding moments HHH maybe katie giving you a ‘life lesson / prep talk’ before your first awards and ya’s like 🥲🥲🥲🥲 ya crying in big sister issues

reader being an avid and proud tiktok reposter so one of them dming you on imessage from their bunk like “ayo what’s cat dabloons??? who is wisp?? what in the world is floptok” and you’re like “sigh”

#pom speaks #young artist au

[hermanunworthy]

!DNDADS S2 EP45 SPOILERS!

WE ARE SO BACK (im going to die)

- so i have been informed that we have a NEW HERMIE FACT THIS EP??? so i have been SICK TO MY STOMACH WONDERING WHAT ITS GONNA BE. I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO GET ANOTHER

- OH THE INTRO GUY IS THE FUCKING. THE PODCAST GUY WHO CALLED TAYLOR A SLUR AGKDJD

- THE CHAOS ORBS BIT HAS ME GIGGLING

- THESE RAD FACTS ARE A MESS HELPP

- NOT FREDDIE IMMEDIATELY FACT CHECKING BETH

- I.

- I?????

- THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.

- OH THAT IS SO

- OH MY GOD IM GONNA DIE

- I ASKED FOR HERMIES LORE AND I GOT IT. ITS JUST NOTHING. THERE IS NO REAL LORE

- THAT WAS SO FUCKING EVIL IM DONE BRO

- kills myself

- i havent even continued to the actual episode yet im just so shocked and upset by this. scam u evil mf i love u but why

- BACK IN EP34 HERMIE LITERALLY DESCRIBED SCAM AS "THE MAN WHO STOLE MY CHILDHOOD". yknow maybe a little murder IS deserved /hj

- finally unpausing. im a ghost now im dead

- TERRY AND GLENN. TERRY AND GLENN

- TERRY WAS THE ONE WHO SHOT NICK??? OR IS HE JUST SAYING THAT

- SCARY SPEAKING TO TERRY AAAUAGAHHH

- WHY IS YHIS FIGHT SO PATHETIC LMAOO THERE WAS SM HYPE FOR IT BEFORE

- I FORGOT THERE WAS GONNA BE A RON AND TERRY REUNION TOO OH GOD. OH GOD

- NORMAL. OH GOD

- HE WAS CRYING A BUNCH DONT DO THIS TO ME

- TERRY AND SCARY IM GONNA DIE

- "maybe it was just a phase" HOLY SHIT THATS BIG

- RON DESCRIBING NICKYS RELATIONSHIP W THE KIDDADS AS "ENEMIES TO LOVERS"

- SO RON WAS THERE AT THE NICKY BETRAYAL???

- THE GUN WAS GLOWING BLUE

- FREDDIE BEING NICKYS BIGGEST FAN 😢😢 YEAH U GO AND SUPPORT UR SONDAD

- TERRY SHOOTING NICKY TO SAVE GRANT. AND THEN LATER GRANT SHOOTING TERRY IN FRONT OF NICKY. WHY.

- TERRY AND SCARY HUG. WAAAAAA

- RON IS IN THE HUG TOO I CANT DO THIS OH MY GOD THIS FUCKING FAMILY

- damn the marlowe family daddy magic sequence was sooo much faster than the wilsons

- SCARY SAID SHE LOVES HIM. SCARY. SAID. 🧍 GUYS

- AAAUGH. NICKY POINTING OUT GLENN NOT BEING THERE FOR TAYLORS BIRTH

- THE BABY TAYLOR NOISES

- glenn showing up high is quite upsetting to me actually

- JODIE VISITED TAYLOR. MULTIPLE TIMES. TELL ME WHY IM CRYING

- I HATE MYSELF WHY AM I SO HERMIE FOCUSED WHY IS THIS MAKING ME CRY

- GLENN STOP. UR HURTING ME

- "dang. idk if i like that guy" whimpers like a hurt dog

- TAYLOR. TAYLOR SWIFT. M GONNA CRY AGAIN

- ITS ABOUT THE. THE GENERATIONAL TRAUMA. THE ABSENT FATHERS. THE VALUING OF CASUAL FRIENDSHIP OVER ACTUAL PARENTHOOD

- TAYLOR TALKING IN TJAT REALLY QUIET TINY VOICE IS KILLING ME. HES JUST A LITTLE BABY GUY

- NICKY BEING REMINDED THROUGH TAYLOR WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO BE NICK IS SOOO EVIL

- GOING INTO TAYLORS MEMORIES?? TAYLOR LORE....

- FREDDIE IS COMING OUT W THE BIG GUNS THIS EPISODE WOW. FOR SOME REASON I WAS NOT EXPECTING TAYLOR ANGST TODAY

- GLENN CLOSE. HAVE U SERIOUSLY LEARNED NOTHING

- OH YEAH TAYLORS NEVER HAD DISNEYLAND

- THERE IS NO FIXING THIS.

- LINCOLN HUGGING SHMEGAN HELP

- OH NO WAIT THE FBI IS TAKING OVER HELL AFTER ALL

- "get taylor and nick out" and not hermie. sorry ill shut up (NO I WONT. THERE HAS BEEN NO HERMIE THIS EP BESIDES THAT DEVASTATING RAD FACT)

- LINCOLN AS THE KING OF HELL WHAT?????

- NORMAL OFFERING TO BE THE KING OH MY GOD.

- NORMAL AND TAYLOR HAVE TO FIGHT NOW?? FR THIS TIME???

- "I WAS JUST BEING ANGSTY" HELP

- ONLY ONE GETS TO LEAVE ALIVE???????

- WHAT. WHAT

- i. i am in shock. idk how to feel. oh my lord

#dndads #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers #siren says

[wayward-persephone]

YHIS AUDIO WITH TROY!!! IT FITS SO PERFECTLY!!!!! https://soundgasm.net/u/This_Guy_Eli/Im-Not-Afraid-Anymore

*Screams into void*

I NEED MORE

I have no words

Like...this even sounded like him.

This is exactly what I pictured he would be like in bed. Mouth constantly running, constantly teasing, and lavishing you with affection and praise that he wouldn't otherwise tell you outside the bedroom.

I see him as someone who very easily gets pussydrunk and he could easily spend hours between your legs if you let him. He also has a high sex drive and he wants to be inside you in some way constantly. Would resolve every problem with sex, celebrate everything with sex, and just want sex all the time.

And after a severe argument?? THIS RIGHT HERE

This is exactly how he would act.

Would be desperate to worship you. To prove himself to you. Would want to get between your thighs, his favorite place, and just lose himself in you. Of course, his mouth would also be busy murmuring and whispering against your slick flesh. All apologies and praise, teasing remarks and sweet adoration, and he would want you to look him in the eyes as you fall apart. Would want you to know that it is him that's making you feel this way. Wants you to see all the words he can't say in his eyes

When Troy finally fucks you, it's at an agonizingly slow pace as if he's savoring every single inch he's giving you, and no amount of you begging will speed him up. He's relishing in feeling you clench around him. Basking in how you cry against his lips as he fucks you achingly slow and deep while kissing you like you're his only source of air. Only when you are on the cusp of your orgasm goes he speed up, pinning your thighs to the mattress to keep you wide open for his cock as he starts a nearly frantic brutal pace, and he smiles when your voice gives out when you scream at the force of your orgasm.

When he comes he makes sure to spill as deep inside you as possible, staring into your eyes as he stuffs you full and reclaims you as his, and he stays inside your warmth until morning.

#whew 🥵🥵🥵 #omg i love this #I need more #Troy Dyer #Reality Bites #Troy Dyer smut #Reality Bites smut #Troy Dyer x Reader #Reality Bites headcanons #Troy Dyer headcanons #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke x Reader #Ethan Hawke smut #Ethan Hawke headcanons #persephone answers

[common-grackle]

hello i am here to tell you about my best friend alice dyer magnusprotocol .

so she is working at thje oiar office of incident assessment and response which is like. magnus institute part two. or something. she has this ex boyfreind called samama khalid (i love him <3) and thjey are also besties and she got him the job at the oiar and in the 1st episode she shows him how to do things adn shes so silly abiut it shes likw . hold on let me screenshot thje fucking. the transed cript

dont look at my tabs .

anywya colin is the it guy and hes so babygirl literally,, this isnt abt him though its about alice

alice shows sam the gay people on the windows 95 ALSO SHE NAMED EVERYTHING WHICH. FUCK YEAH I DO YHIS like the system thjey use on the old ass computers. it doestn have a name but also his name is freddie . because fr3-d1 . and she also named thje voices that the compiters read out statements(??) in she named them norris chester and augustus (i am so normal about norris and chester . however if i told you WHY that woudl spoil tma for you + idk maybe youvw already had it spoiled adn seen things about them . or you dont care . either way its a story for another time anyway) alice often gets scolded by gwen bouchard who is . also working there and also shes hot. who said that uhh yes alice loves to annoy her and also gwen is so interesting to me but THATS A STORY FOR ANOTHER TIME !!!!! umm what else what else REMEMBER COLIN okay this is going to be a little bit about colin . he fucking . hes such a character. ok like he Knows somwthjing is wrong ?? like he can Tell . like the way the first tmagp episode ends is . interesting . to say the least . hes probably had a fucked up fear encounter . hes even scottish . and um thjeres a bit in the first episode when sam talks to him and its so silly becausw sam is like "hey colin how is the app going" and colin is like "THIS APP KILLED MY GRANDMA ))):< " or something . not that but like he got angyr You Get It and sam is like "oh my bad. i mso sorry alice told me to ask ." and colin is immediately like ". oh . (: ok then :D tell alice it was funny adn i laughed :smiling face with three hearts emoji: " LIKE . he hates everyone except alice <33 i lovw thjem so much ): AND WE SEE TJEM INTERAC T IN THE THIRD EPISODE . I LOVE THEM SO MUCH . AUGH . ummm augh the fucking conversation with sam and colin was so funny too sam is so awkward . poor boy anyway umm what else what else . YEAH UMMM AS A LOT OD PEOPLE HAVE OOINTED OUT. ALICE IS AWFULLY SIMILAR TO TIM STOKER MAGNUSARCHIVES FROM LIKE SEASON 1 . AND LIKE . god tim makes me feel shrimp emotions UMM LIKE IN SEASON ONE HES BEINGG LIKE REALLY FUNNY AND EVERYTHING . IN S2 HE LIKE. he starts getting a bit angry at everything because things have Really started to Go Wrong at the institute and also jon is being a little bitch . and at the end of s2/beginning of s3 he like . ok so theres anothjer archival assistant in like s1/s2(??) there her name is sasha and she and tim were best friends <333 some people ship them romantically some dont but either way. they were so so close and loved each other so much adn like they always come together like yk what i mean like you cant think of one of them without thinking of the other . thats how Two Of Them they were and i love them so much and augughghgh anyway ummmmm at the end of season 1 something . happens to sasha ! and its just ! not addressed until the end of s2 but like she starts acting different and everything and at the end of s2 we like learn that sasha fucking died bcause she was eaten by the not!them which is this thing thats with the fear entity known as the stranger . and um . basically it eats people and takes their place and almost no one can tell the difference like it alters everyone's memories and all the pictures and things of that person but like theres always like one or two people that can tell that it's a . whole other person . because they remember the way the real person used to be like the not!them appears in episode 3 across the street and eats this guy graham folger (love him) and amy patel (the statement giver) like remembers what og graham was like before the not!them got him yk . and in sasha's case it was this girl melanie that remembered her (i love melanie she is this youtuber she has a show called ghost hunt uk and she and jon hate each other and Cannot take each other seriously its so funny) anyway melanie was like "hgirllie that is not. sasha i?? are there two sashas" when jon assures her that sasha let her inside after she asked abt where sasha was . yk . and then jon does Researc h

i ran out of characters for this block wait

AND HE FUCKING FINDS WHAT SASHAS REAL VOICE SOUNDED LIKE BECAUSE THE NOT!THEM CANT FUCK WITH THE OLD ASS CASSETTE TAPE RECORDERS . YK and thjen he accidentally. Releases the not them into the wild lmao but um thats a whole other story the point is we learn that sasha was not. sasha . yk anyway back to tim . s3 is so bad for him and he gets like fucking . depressed . now like theres the one whole thing with sasha (thjeres this one bit where hes like "i dont even know who im sad for" UUGHGHGHGHGH) BUT ALSO we learn that the stranger also got his younger brother danny !!! traumatizing fucking experience also why is the stranhger targeting Him Specifically . one of the reasons i hate the stranger its fucking EVIL also tim hates jon now ! and he has reason to anyway um . tim is fucking . hes Sad and going through all the stages of grief aND HE DOESNT EVEN FUCKING FINISH . BECAUSE HE DIES . IN THE UNKNOWING . well trying to stop it . and UUUHUHHGHJGHJHGHJHGJHGJHJHJKJHBGHJKJHJKJHGJKJHJJHNJKJHBJKJHBMKJHBJNMKJHBJHB a bit more on this topic when jon goes to get jonah magnus' ass in s5 he like fucking sits him down adn just like fucking goes "that was for tim" "that was for sasha" AND I WAS HHDHSMDSHJDSM and then the fucking "i dont want to die" "neither did they" I AUAYUGYUHFGJHHGCFJNKNHFGVGBHJNFGH AND DONT GET ME FUCKING S T A R T E D ON THE BIRTHDAY TAPE. anyway. um. dear god how did i get from alice to this . anyway . um . YES alice reminds us so much of tim and she even has a younger brother.,,, but yes she reminds us so much of timWHICH MAKES ME SO FUCKING. WORRIED. IM GOINg TO RUN INTO MY WALL AT FULL SPEED i am so worried :thumbsup: anyway. um. uh. this was it i think i am hgoing to go play bideo games now goodbye and remember that bones are a lie peddled by big milk to keep you buying

HKDSBKJFBMNVSDJFKDBKFJH INSANE. HI

"one of the reasons i hate the stranger its fucking EVIL" is a rly good sentence

ugh i kinda want to listen to tma now. yuor fault. affectionate

ANYWAYYYY augh tragedy fans when the tragedy tragedies

UM. this was rly good and fun to read. i dont have like. words to say about the content. but YEAG BLORBOS IN LAW YOU GO 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

#YUORE THE REALEST EVER FOR THIS THANKYOU <33333333 #ILY ART. COOLEST EVER #tma spoilers #<- should probably tag that yeah?

[vespersbelladonnakiss]

Asking about Vesper

HOLY SHIT OKAY OKAY WE’VE BEEN PREPARING FOR THIS MOMENT GUYS

idk what you wanna know exactly but general thing, they’re a stupid little thief who annoys a lot of people. they were born on a day. their parents were cringe but they had a sister named vee who they basically raised. when they were 16 they ran away to build a life away from their shitty parenrs for them and vee. they came back for vee and she died :((( this is very sad because she is actually a blorbo of time. (technically vesper never found the body but years past and they could never find her so they assumed dead) anywyad flash forward to 20 year old vesper. they recieve a job offer from yhis powerful rich magic lady. she wants them, and four others, to investigate some murders of magic users and this is where the campaign began (they are from a d&d game i realise i neglected to mention this)

this shithead went from silly goofy fucker to traumatised as shit real fucken fast, and this does not include backstory stuff, though it was a tad influenced by that. after causing the death of the dm’s npc he sent to make sure we dont fuck up because they wanted to (reads notes scrawled on the palm of my hand) impress the party who had seen them as only this thief bastard who can never do anything tood becayse they’re a thief, they continued an almosy forgotten hobby of theirs where they blame themself for everythint bad that happens around them. and some times, its even justified!

they proceeded to find the hilt of the long dead goddess of justice and began hearing her voice in their head. she was nice and tyen she started asking vesper to do stuff for her, which they thought they would be able to do on their own because they qanted to impress her. but unfortunately, they could not figure oit what the fuck she meant because shes a cryptic bitch and i hadnt yet started taking notes so she was like “vesper, tell these other buffoons what i just told u” and they were like “nonono gimme a sec i can figure this out” and then she 1d10 psychic damage. after freeing her from her prison within the god of murder’s sword and watching her kill said god, the rest of the group decided to. betray her. with amazing timing, as you can see. vesper, however, did not, and spied on the party for her.

not only did this sneaky little rat bastard spy though, they also caused (sparkles) general discord (sparkles) and may have convinced the party that one of its members was going insane. which they later found out was true. vesper, despite their continued alegance to evil justice girlboss- i mean very nice lady, tried to convince another party member, who had been communicating with the dead murder god, to not go down the same path they did, and did go to. lengths. to try to stop this.

one of the things they did however resulted in their stupid ass reviving evil murder god asshole. though they were commanded not to kill the party, edgy mc my chemical romance WAS permitted to torture the group. while they did this, they killed the bard’s mom and cut off embodied teenage angst (the one who was communicating with murder bitch)’s arm off. god of murder and child soldiers gave vesper some torture that was very enjoyable for me by: breaking their fingers, to stop them from stealing; cutting out their tongue, to stop them from lying; telling one of previously mentioned child soldiers to kill their GUESS WHAT alive sister, wowie who coulda guessed, and serve her head to vesper on a silver platter. greatest breaker of the geneva convention and hater of all also decided to mention to the group what vesper had done for american justice syst- i mean, very nice justice lady, causing three out of four party members to turn against them. vesper also recieved a message from the goddess of justice saying that they had FUCKED UP!!! and weren’t considered by her one of her followers anymore. BUT butbutbutbut she also said if vesper um remained loyal then she would reward them so obviously it’s worth it yeah :)

after being healed by the resident soundcloud rapper with cleric spells she somehow managed to get (i know how, but this isnt fucking about her is it), vesper was (more sparkles) fucked up mentally! sparkle sparkle end sparkle. we got sent by shadow in a girlboss’s body to go help out a vampire lady in overthrowing her mom, which is fine cuz we fucking hate her mom! vesper tried to drown their sorrows in alcohol (more sparkles) but was stopped by youtube cover artist, who insisted that learning an instrument would be better than alcoholism. also the party members who hate them like stole the alcohol and shit and wouldnt give any to vesper. so vesper decided to take her up on her offer

and that’s what’s happened so far. very shortened. and missing my character analysis essays. i realised i wasnt using any characters’ names at one point and just decided to roll with that i hope it’s still readsble

also funny vesper fact: i stole their name from a nonbinary name website BUT i think the othrr meanings apply just a little as a treat. first off!!! vesper comes from latin and means evening, which is perfect for this sneaky little rat. the other thing is the meaning of vesper that is evening prayers for catholics i think. they literally got religious trauma’d by a bitch goddess of justice and are like so fucked uoa bout it.

#sorry i said short i lied #it was originally honna be short then i like #blacked out #now we’re here #vesper

[weavercobra]

The Burden of Divinity

This story follows up events that happened in one of our games. And if you're familiar with Pathfinder lore, then it probably requires a bit of explaining about some of the changes in our settings.

So first off, Maya is a snake goddess we've invented for the setting. She's the mother of Ydersius.

Speaking of Ydersius, there's been some adjustments there for a number of reasons. Evil gods in Pathfinder(And other similar settings) often suffer from a problem I like to sum up as: "Who the fuck would worship this guy?" Setting aside any personal opinions, I can't think of any deity considered evil by their followers outside of some extreme edgelord cases. In fact, the idea of an evil religion worshipped by evil idea has more often been an attempt at discrediting others. So we've been going through the pantheons with a surgeon's kit and a saw to rejigger things.

And as for Ydersius being evil, well, hard to find any information on the fan wikis of what he's done that's so evil or which of his creeds that are so bad. Really, I guess he's evil because he's the patron deity of the sekmin, aka the serpentfolk.

So let's talk sekmin. They are evil. Their wiki pages contains sentences like : "it is unknown how many races the serpentfolk exterminated for pure pleasure.", "view all non-telepathic creatures as slaves or food," "They feel no love or attachment towards other serpentfolk, even their own mates or children." I mean wow, laying it on thick here aren't we?

Now, I'm not saying the sekmin empire wasn't problematic. Empires tend to be problematic. No doubt the sekmin, even removing their inherent evil alignment, would have a sordid history. But if they aren't inherently evil, well...

Here's a line from the wiki I find relevant. "The destruction of Azlant caused by Earthfall saved the remaining serpentfolk from complete elimination."

And if the serpentfolk aren't inherently evil, then you might have to call this what it actually is.

An attempt at genocide.

Which brings us to Azlant and Aroden. And I'll be honest, our read on both of those don't paint either as good guys. Azlant had Xin banished for daring to suggest they had anything to learn from non-humans and we have no reason to doubt it was an isolated case. The fact their descendants turned into space Nazis in Starfinder seem like a natural conclusion.

And Aroden, beloved hero of humanity. The list of things he's fucked up, both before and after divinity is quite long. There's the stuff he did in Arcadia with the Veins of Creation. Stole the aeon orbs from the xulgaths because humanity would use them better, condemning the land of Vask to death by radiation. And his patronage of humanity is probably why you can't throw a rock on Golarion without it landing in a human country. So our conclusion is simple.

Aroden was a racist, imperialist douchebag who favored humanity at the cost of all other sentient beings and the universe is better off without him. And Azlant was a empire morally no better than the one it sought to eradicate from existence. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

If you managed to make your way through all that opinionated rambling, thank you and here's the story. Oh, and if you happen to notice any similarities to plot points from Paizo's Serpent's Skull campaign, then that's because I borrowed liberally from it to set up our own campaign in Saventh-Yhi.

Unconsciousness had been a mercifully numb experience. Her mind had just floated through the void, briefly unburdened by memory, by sorrow, by duty and by anger. For the first time in a long while, she was at peace, cut off from anything that could hurt her. But then reality slipped painfully into her mind, like a white-hot dagger between her ribs. Awareness of how her body ached bedevilled her, from the tip of her tail to the fork of her tongue, every muscle pulsating with an unpleasant aching. And as her pain dragged her mind kicking and screaming out of the numbing depths, thoughts started to flow in. And with them, the ceaseless memories. The memories of the invasion, seeing wounded after wounded be dragged in from the frontline, watching five of her countrymen bleed out in the time a healer could mend the wounds of one. She remembered offering words of encouragement to those going to and arriving from the battlefields, but towards the end, her sermons had sounded hollow and deceitful even to herself. And she remembered the fall, the devastation and the evacuation. Helping seal her fellow sekmin in stasis chambers, promising they would be safe, promising they wouldn't be found. All lies, of course. It was a desperate gambit and there was no certainty. She had half expected never to see the light of day again as the magic of the pod took hold, sealing her in dreamless preservation. She remembered her awakening alongside others of her kind, their confused staggering into a new, alien world, so different from the one she had left behind. She remembered the mission, to resurrect their empire now that their hated enemies had vanished from the surface of the planet. And how she had been sent out to gather information about their lost capital. It had been a harrowing journey. Everything had been so different and she had to apply all her skills and powers to pass herself off as a human scholar. She knew the future of her kind hinged on the success of her work. It had gone well, until the island. She had managed to get off the accursed rock, but her mission had depended on the kindness of a human. And they had let her go. She felt that was only the case because they didn't know the truth, but still, she had remembered it. And she had tried to warn the human's fellows, that only death would await them in the jungle and the lost city hidden therein. They had ignored her warnings. She had been anxious. And angry. For with them had travelled a being, a serpent, an avatar. An avatar of her. The one who had abandoned them in their hour of greatest need. And then they had finally met face to face. And Aethaxise had unleashed all her frustration, pain and feelings of betrayal in once venomous tirade aimed at the divine figure.

And Maya had smote her in response.

That was the second time she slipped in the dark expecting never to wake up. So the return of her consciousness was as surprising as it was unwelcome. Slowly, her eyes began registering the sunlight shining down on her. She hissed weakly and turned her head to avoid the direct glare of the overhead light. It took her a moment to ponder the oddity of the sunlight, before realising that the roof was missing. She groaned and tried to move, her body protesting the action. Her neck slowly bent, giving her a chance to observe what was left of her surroundings. Most of the walls and the roof had been blown clear out, even taking with it some of the adjacent outer masonry, exposing much of the inside of the structure to the outside. Her inner ear began registering the distant sounds of birds and bugs, alongside other noises of the jungle. She rolled over on her belly, splaying out her limbs to soak up the warm rays, feeling its heat sink into her body, slowly helping her wake up. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, catching nearby scents and delivering them into her mouth, letting her register them. She could smell that Krathus was nearby, though she was uncertain of his condition. Mingled with it was the smell of his companion Xantheithes. They were really close, by her estimate. She hoped they had survived. But mixed in was another scent. One she had only gotten familiar with very recently, but that none the less immediately filled her with rage. Her anger fuelled her strength, allowing her to plant the palms of her hands against the stone floor, pushing her upper body upwards, straining her neck to lift her head up and slowly turn it, while uttering a hoarse and exceedingly venomous: “You.”

The person she was speaking to looked like a giant cobra, her scales a pure, alabaster white, her eyes a vibrant purple save for the black slit in the middle. The pale serpent had been eyeing something in the distance, but upon hearing the utterance, had turned her attention to the speaker. Maya took a moment to note the sekmin's appearance, that of an emerald-scaled snake with arms and legs, before addressing her with: “So you're awake, little one. I trust that you will have learnt to behave, at least enough to have a civil conversation. Otherwise, I am more than capable of banishing you into unconsciousness again as many times as I need to make my point clear.”

Aethaxise responded with a growl, as she slowly rolled over on her back, trying to eye the other two in the demolished room.

She noted Krathus nearby. A sekmin like herself, though his scales were a combination of red and black. He was lying up against the only remaining wall in the room, one containing a detailed genealogy of the invading humans, which he had found amusingly interesting. Still protectively wrapped around him was the massive ophidian Xantheithes, a great white cobra. One that in many ways resembled Maya's current form. Not too surprising, as Xantheithes' species had been sacred to her faith, empowered over many generations by the divine waters of her temples. They were a clever species, with more than a few developing full-on sapience, Xantheithes being one of them.

Maya followed her gaze. “Your companions are both alive, little one, that I can assure you. Though painful, that attack could not have killed a fly, much less any of you.” She paused, her tongue flickering in and out. “And it seems they are waking up too.”

The prone form of Krathus stirred slightly. Reflexively, his tongue darted out of his mouth and his limbs twitched. He managed to roll the back of his head along the scales of his serpentine companion, giving him a chance to inspect the room. There was a moment of quiet, before he with a dry voice stated: “We're alive I see.”

“That you are,” the divine serpent confirmed. “And I have no intentions of killing you. All I want to do is talk.” Her voice took on a sharper edge, as she added: “However, as I informed your friend, I am more than willing to demonstrate what the wrath of a deity feels like if a polite conversation is too much to ask for.”

Krathus weakly held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I'll vastly prefer that we have a polite conversation.”

Aethaxise hissed angrily, but said nothing.

The red-and-black scaled sekmin leaned to the side to inspect his ophidian companion. With the inability to close his eyes, it would have been hard for a human to see whether Xantheithes was awake or not, but for one who shared many physical similarities like Krathus, it was easy enough to detect the tell-tale signs that the massive cobra was slowly beginning to register his surroundings. The entire length of the ophidian's body jerked slightly and with some effort, he managed to lift his massive head slightly. “You hurt?” he managed to croak, still dazed.

“No. The pain is merely superficial.” Krathus twitched slightly as he moved his tail. “But ever present. I suspect it shall pass very soon though.” He turned his gaze to observe the avatar. “So, you wanted a talk.” “In a moment, little one. My own companions will be with us shortly,” Maya said, looking to a nearby set of stairs going down. “I'll advice that you gather your strength in the meantime.”

“Oh, and what exactly would we be gathering our strength for?” Aethaxise pointedly inquired.

“Mostly sitting up. But if you prefer to lie on the floor as you do now, far be it from me to tell you to do otherwise, little one,” Maya replied. She turned away again. “And there he is.”

Yet another oversized white cobra slithered up the stairs. To one unfamiliar with dealing with serpents, he might have seemed identical to Xantheithes, but for everyone present, the exact pattern of his scales was different enough to mark him as a completely unique individual. As he slithered across the ground, the back of his hood became visible, upon which the colouration of his scales formed an insignia of a snake holding an arrow in its mouth, encircling a bow. He made his way over next to Maya and curled up in what among snakes passed for a sitting position. “I've checked up with everyone else in the building. Nothing serious for most of them. Though Random has taken some considerable damage, including massive cracks in her exoskeleton. It'll take some time to heal.”

“I gather she also managed to dish out some considerable damage,” Maya commented. “I was concerned Yaras might develop spheksophobia. But I digress. Good job, Lechaim.” She refocused on the others. “Now then, I guess saying you have a bone to pick with me would be an understatement.”

“You... You...” Aethexise managed with no small amount of venom, as she struggled to push herself off the ground. “You abandoned us. We were slaughtered by the hundreds and you were nowhere to be seen. Even when your own son died you... You weren't there. Am I supposed to be grateful because your priests ran around trying to fix things? AM I SUPPOSED...!” “AETHEXISE!” Krathus managed. “Calm... Calm down. I do not want to be blasted again and if I have to get Xantheithes to gag you, I will. I've already been punched by a deity once today, I do not care to repeat that experience.” The other sekmin growled, her claws scraping across the stone floor. Silence reigned for a while. “Where were you when we needed you?” she finally managed to ask, her voice barely a whisper.

Maya sighed. “Little one, I did everything I could. But if I had stepped in more than I had, what would the results be? You think their gods would have sat on the sideline? No. Had I stepped in, I would have ignited a divine war. It would have been a catastrophe.”

“Some would say it already was,” Xantheithes commented grumpily.

“True. It was grim,” Maya agreed. “The fact that things could be worse is, I understand, little comfort for all of you.”

“And what about your son?” Aethexise managed venomously, slowly getting up on her feet. “Even if all our suffering meant nothing, shouldn't his death have meant something?”

Krathus winced, almost prepared to eat another bolt of divine retribution from Maya.

Indeed, the ophidian avatar's tail swayed dangerously and her hood flared slightly at the provocation. But she took a deep breath and continued with: “Despite what you think, the harm done to my son has been a painful memory beyond description for all these passing aeons. It would be arrogant of me to claim that my pain was greater than what was felt by any of you, but it was there. And while I wanted nothing more than to bathe them all in poisonous vapours until their meat dripped from their bones, I am subject to responsibilities far beyond your reckoning. For one thing, we deities have an agreement among us that limits our ability to directly influence the mortal world. Even this avatar, which I created to circumvent that, is pushing against what is considered acceptable. Had I interfered more than I did, and I did everything I could, I would have started a divine war with the Azlanti pantheon, which would have benefited no one, not even you. And no, little one, I do not expect that to suddenly make the attempted genocide of your people seem less severe. I am merely trying to get you to understand the position I was in and to some degree, still am.” “But the Azlanti Empire fell,” Krathus stated inquisitionally. “According to the history books, they're gone. Not that I ever believed you owed us anything, but why not aid us in the aftermath? It cannot have passed you by that we barely managed to survive.”

“Again, it comes back to divine politics. Any attempt by me to help you would be opposed by... The Last Azlanti,” Maya managed grimly. “By the time there was a world worth coming back to, he was a deity. He did not dare move on you because I would visit retribution, but the same was also true the other way around. And even after he died, there was still limits to what I could do. In fact, I've searched for an opportunity such as this for a long time.” She paused. “I think Ydersius has given you the wrong impression of the burden of divinity. You were his creation, his children. He cared only for you and was with you through thick and thin. You might have come to expect similar levels of attention from the rest of us. But my concerns go far beyond you. If I had acted out of hand, even if I had shielded you with all my divine power from retribution, others might have suffered. For example, by targeting my followers among the skittermanders.” “The... What?” Xantheithes managed to ask, utterly perplexed.

“They're not even native to this solar system,” Lechaim replied. “Cute fellows. If silly.” Aethaxise just stared.

“I have followers across the entire universe,” Maya continued. “I must always consider how my actions will affect all of them. I am not saying this to diminish your suffering. Only to enlighten you to the burden I carry. My followers number more than you could count in a lifetime and every single action I take can have consequences for them. That is the true cost of divinity. And that was why I couldn't throw everything away to help you. That is why it has taken me so long to find a way to help at all. Didn't matter what I wanted to do, because I had the responsibility to care for all who worship me. And even for the world beyond my faith, for surely a divine war could have rend the planet in two and that is at the small end of the scale. You think you know what devastation looks like, little one? I have witnessed what happens when gods and titans make war, when entire clusters of stars are vaporised by stray shots and the very fabric of time and space buckles under the blows of warring combatants. I would not wish that on anyone. Not even the Azlanti.” She went quiet, her head lowering slightly. “But I am trying to make things better and that is why I am here. I truly just wish to help.”

Everyone was quiet for a while.

“Well... I guess... Maybe I understand,” Aethexise managed, her voice hollow and drained. “But we don't need your help.” Maya shook her head. “No, little one, you do. I know what you and yours are planning, and if it would work, I would be more than happy to stay out of your way. But you are about to make a grave mistake that could very well create the type of disaster I was trying to avoid.”

“So you know of the operation we've started then,” Krathus surmised running his claws along his lower jaw in a contemplative gesture. “Fascinating. And you're saying there is some sort of flaw in this plan then?” “Indeed. But before we get to that, I know someone you ought to meet.” Maya returned her attention to Lechaim. “Is she ready?” “She is,” the other white cobra confirmed.

“Alright then.” She turned towards the stairs. “You can make your entrance now.”

Silence reigned in the ruined room, as the sounds of someone ascending the stairs was heard. A figure made their way into the light of the distantly setting sun, a human woman. Her head was framed by short-cropped brown hair, her body clad in dull coppery plates of metal that looked like they had seen their fair share of wear and tear. A torn leathery cloak enveloped her and a massive sword was sheathed on her back. Bandages were wrapped tightly around the left part of her head, obscuring one of her eyes, and her left arm hung limply in a sling.

The patient quiet in the ruined room immediately changed character, taking on a grim and cold mood.

Krathus tried to jump up with a hiss, only stopped by Xantheithes protectively curling around him, the serpent's hood flaring open.

Aethexise was not so hindered. Instead, motivated by a burst of adrenaline and unyielding rage, she leapt from the floor and galloped forward, claws outstretched and fangs unfolding in her mouth, deadly venom dripping from their tips. She leapt, ready to tear the woman's face off, only to find herself caught in mid-air by Maya's tail, which quickly wrapped around the struggling sekmin. “Let me go,” the green-scaled cleric hissed furiously. “Why is she here? WHY IS SHE HERE!? WHY ARE YOU NOT DEAD!?”

“Well, that went about as well as expected,” Lechaim muttered.

The woman, for her part, stood unfazed, though with a forlorn expression.

“I must concur,” Krathus hissed, finally untangling himself from his aide. “Don't tell me you brought her of all people back.” “Oh no, little one, this came as quite the surprise to me too,” Maya said, shifting her tail to maintain her grip on the furiously screaming Aethexise. “But I brought her here because she has something important to say.”

“So, what, we hear her out and then kill her?” Xantheithes venomously commented, bundling up behind the red-and-black scaled sekmin.

“If that would fix anything, I'd tell you to go ahead,” the woman said. “But as it is, I suspect it would make things much worse.”

“Indeed. So, are you willing to hear her out?” Maya inquired.

Krathus eyed his fellow sekmin. Aethaxise was now little more than a pair of serpentine eyes glaring murderously from atop the rim of the avatar's pale coils. “We're not getting much choice here, are we?” “No.” “So be it.” The sekmin wizard sat back down, leaning against the piled body of Xantheithes. “This is not a case of mistaken identity, right? You are Savith, the very same one who lead the campaign against our people. The one who murdered our deity.” “Guilty as charged,” she said in a tone of voice indicating that she indeed thought it something to be guilty of. “As for how I survived, I'd say barely. After my fight with Ydersius, the divine backlash left me on the brink of death. Your people found me before my fellow Azlanti did. Dragged me away from the site of battle and stuffed me in one of your stasis pods. I figure it was to interrogate me later. Or punish me. Probably both. Either way, they never came back for me. And I was never found by my comrades.” She went quiet, as she began to pace. “Once I was freed from the pod by happen-stance I began wandering this new world. That's how I ran into the Mystical Peacekeeping Society and through them, Maya.” She paused again, looking contemplative. “Well, first of all, I feel I owe you an explanation for what happened. From your perspective, our campaign must have seemed quite unfounded.” “What? No apology?” Xantheithes sourly inquired.

“Could any apology I could come up with ever truly suffice?” Savith asked. “I am sorry, but I can't imagine that means much to you.”

The serpent didn't respond, instead just lowering his head as he kept observing her.

“So as I was saying, Azlanti seers predicted that enemies of our people were gathering to unleash a devastating weapon upon us. Our leaders determined that those enemies had to be your people. I was asked to lead the campaign. And I did. Because I was convinced I was protecting my people from a grave threat by doing so.” She shook her head. “I've had many centuries now to contemplate how foolish that was. Me and my squad were, well, for us the goal was strictly military. To take out any part of your empire that could be used against us. But for most of my fellow Azlanti, that translated into making sure none of you were left alive. And I claim no innocence here, because I paved the way for those that burnt your cities and butchered your people. And I let it happen, because ultimately, I valued Azlant more than anything else. That's as bad as if I had done those deeds myself. And to make things even worse, turns out the whole campaign was founded on animosity. Our leaders had picked you as the target, not because there was any actual evidence of you preparing to attack us, but because our nations had had... Issues getting along.”

Maya heard a murmuring from her coils. She shifted them slightly, allowing Aethexise to get her entire head out. “It was the aboleths, yes? I've read all about it,” she hissed venomously. “They uplifted you and then decided to cast you down again.”

“Can't say I blame them,” Savith admitted. “But yes, that was the case.”

“So why are you here?” Krathus pointedly asked. “Think you can somehow make up for your actions?” “No. I can't imagine what I would have to do to accomplish that,” the Azlanti general replied. “I could do good deeds from now until the end of time and I don't think it would make up for the blood I have on my hands. But that is not going to stop me from doing the right thing. And the right thing to do is helping you people not unleash a disaster upon yourself.” “Really? The Azlanti general wouldn't want to see the sekmin self-destruct,” Aethaxise commented. “Why do I find that hard to believe? Even if what you said is true, which I doubt.” “As I said, I've had a lot of time to think.”

“What do you mean by that?” Xantheithes inquired.

“The stasis pod was flawed. It stilled my body, but not my mind. I've had the passing of many centuries to think and I've come to realise that, as different as we are, a lot of the things I looked down upon the Sekmin Empire for were the same sins that the Azlanti committed,” Savith explained. “Azlant is never coming back. And that's for the best. But your kind has a chance and your current plan risks snuffing that out.” “Enough with the vagueness,” Krathus demanded. “What is it you claim to know?”

Savith sighed. “Alright. Sorry. You're planning to resurrect Ydersius by reconnecting his skull with his body, which you lot managed to preserve in one of your hidden vaults. But it's not going to work. At least, not in the way you think it will. The thing is, you have his body and you might find his head, but what you don't realise is that a piece is still missing. His soul. The Ydersius you'd resurrect would be a divine being without thought, without memory, a soulless wild husk. Barely a wild beast, but with the power of a god. Such a being could wreck a horrendous amount of havoc.” “That's nonsense,” Aethexise hissed. “His soul is still among us. My connection may have faded, but I can still call upon his power.” “As could Tovkuc and he was a recent initiate,” Krathus added.

“The charau-ka?” Maya added, her hood vibrating slightly. “Yes, you sure taught him well. Between the attempted human sacrifices and generally unpleasant demeanour.”

Aethexise harrumphed indignantly.

“To get back to the subject,” the human added, trying to disarm the brewing conflict. “You are right, but his soul did not lock itself away in his skull or his body. It instead fled into a nearby vessel, one that was not dying. It...” She paused and sighed. She grabbed the bandages around her head and began unwrapping them. As the bandages gave way, stunned silence filled the ruined room. Underneath, her hairline had receded and much of her skin had changed into brown scales, her left eye a softy glowing orange orb, the pupil slightly misshapen. Taking the opportunity to continue, she unwrapped her arm, revealing more scales and that her nails had twisted into semi-sharp claws. “The nearest vessel,” she stated with finality. “Was me.”

Krathus looked like he was trying to say something, but he only succeeded in moving his jaws.

Maya looked to Aethaxise and slowly let the stunned sekmin loose. The green-scaled cleric slowly stumbled over towards the human, seeing in her alterations fragments of her deity. Carefully, almost as if she was afraid to break a pleasant dream, she reached out and laid a hand on Savith's scaled arm. Immediately, she retracted the appendage, as if she had gotten an electric shock. She stared, first at Savith, then her hand.

“Well?” Xantheithes asked. “You have the closest connection to him. Is it true?” “I... Yes. I could sense him,” Aethaxise said slowly, utterly befuddled. “But... How?” “As I said, I was closest. I am not chosen or favoured by Ydersius if that's what you're worrying about,” Savith said. “It's sheer coincidence. But we've had the passing of millennia to get to know each other. And Ydersius would very much like you to not resurrect his body without his soul present. So I need you to contact your fellows and tell them the news.” “Well, that is amazing,” Krathus said. “Ehm, slight problem. We can't.” “You can't? Of course you can't, that would be way too easy,” Lechaim sighed. “So what is it?”

“We have no way of contacting our leader in the depths of Ilmurea,” the red-and-black scaled wizard explained. “We were to set up an outpost and gather local resources and subjects in order to dissuade intruders into Ilmurea. But for safety's sake, we have no way to contact them, to minimize risks of them being tracked if, say, we were to be killed.” “And even if we were to get into contact with them, what do you think they'll believe? Your ridiculously improbably story, or that you're there to finish the job and has managed to brainwash us?” Aethexise asked. “Or, what, you gonna let every single priest we've got feel you up to confirm our Lord of Coiling Poison's presence?”

“I would have preferred that over having to storm your sacred sanctuary. Again,” Savith sighed exasperated. “Sicva must be blessing my journey, because you're making it sound like I'll have to storm in there and jam Ydersius' soul back into him myself and that every single one of your people will throw themselves at me to stop me. Again.” “That is an accurate summary of this stupidity,” Xantheithes commented. “Of course, you're also forgetting that you have no way to actually getting to Ilmurea. And even if you got there, you alone would not be enough.” “That is true, little one,” Maya agreed. “However, I am sure we can gather allies to help us, with a little luck. And as for a way down, we'll just have to keep an eye out for opportunities.” “Great. Seems like it's gonna be war all over again,” Savith noted in a tired voice, as she sat down on a piece of the wall. “I came here to help, not to fight you.” “Sadly, you Azlanti managed to impart on us the importance of not trusting humans,” Aethexise noted. “So, what now?”

“We need a plan. First, we must canvas the city. No doubt the Azlanti made many changes during their occupation,” Krathus noted, looking back to the wall with the genealogy.

“You do that, little ones. For now, I have someone else I'll need to talk with,” Maya said, as she moved towards the stairs, Lechaim following her. “I trust that I can leave you be without you all attempting to kill each other.” Aethaxise emitted an annoyed low hiss, as the two serpents slithered downstairs.

The avatar and her companion made their way through the repurposed ruin, finding in the middle of it a massive structure like an oversized wasp-hive. Maya observed it for a moment, turning to her companion and asking: “She's in there?” “I presume as much. I tended to her wounds out here, but I wasn't going to shove her into the hive,” Lechaim replied.

“I see.” The divine cobra turned back to the hive. She noted a faint buzzing sound. “You can come out, little one. I merely wish to talk.”

From the dark depths of the hive, several crimson hexagons lit up, outlining two massive compound eyes. “Forgive me if I don't feel in the mood to entertain any more intruders.”

“My apologies. But I had little other way of talking with you,” Maya noted. “I gathered from the others you put up quite the fight. I saw the wounds you inflicted. You're skilled. And I respect skill. To keep things short and sweet, I wish to for us to cooperate.” “Cooperate?” came the doubtful, thrumming reply. “You invade my home, strike down my children and now you want to cooperate?” “Well, you made a deal with the sekmin. Surely you understand the benefit of working together?” Maya explained. “And your children are alive, if dazed. I dare say we did our best not to cause them undue harm. But I get you. You want something more from me. And I'm willing to provide. After all, this ruin must impose certain... Limits. What if I offered to help secure you a better nesting ground?”

There was a pause, followed by a clacking sound as a massive wasp crawled out of the hive, her cracked exoskeleton wrapped in gauze. “You have my attention.” “The Mystical Peacekeeping Society, the ones who I'm helping and whom you fought, could use the assistance of a powerful predator like you. And they in turn possess a lot of territory, a lot of which is unsettled and which I can guarantee you they'd be willing to hand over to you in exchange for assistance,” Maya explained. “How does that sound, Random?”

The mutated wasp queen named Random paused as she mulled it over, her wings twitching occasionally. “I can see little reason why you'd lie,” she admitted. “You'd all just have killed me when you had the chance if this was to get me out of the ruin. And I admit, it is getting kinda cramped. I could do with a bigger nest for me and my brood.” “Sounds like a yes to me,” Lechaim commented.

“Yeah. But if I find out you lied to me, the last thing you'll see before I puncture your eyes will be my stinger,” Random asserted. “So, when do we start?” “When can you start?” Maya asked.

“In a while. Some of my brood has been out hunting and I'd like to do a full head count before going anywhere.” “Good,” Maya noted, coiling up slightly. “Should give us time to go over some of the finer details.”

#story #pathfinder #tabletop #serpentfolk #deity

[meintohthakgayibhaisaab]

I had such a wack dream this morning.

I was coming from somewhere to pick up my bag, bottle, and phone that I had forgotten from my friend's house who had hosted a party. But I wasn't at the party because i was somewhere else. *He's one of the closest friends I've ever had but we aren't talking anymore.*

So as I'm keeping stuff in my bag, I need someone to hold my bottle and phone. I turn to him and go, ye le catch kar and throw my phone towards him. The phone lands flat on his forehead 😭😭 and this was all in the middle of an argument he was having with another guy, but he had stopped it just to hear what i was saying.

After the whole fiasco, when I'm about to leave, he takes me inside his house. The whole place looks what it's supposed to look like - like a lot of people were here hanging out.

There are fairy lights all over the place, dishes in the sink and there is still food set up on the dining table.

I tell him, "mujhe paani peena hai" cause I'm always thirsty and he used to tease me about it. He hands me the glass of water and goes, "peele aaram se, chidaunga baad me". I'm like "haan haan ik all you're gonna say. Yhi na ki khade ho ke paani pee rhi hai, khaane se pehle paani kaun pee ta hai, sip by sip pee." Toh he responds, "Haan aur khaane ke baad mangti toh bhi bolta.'

I give a knowing smile but don't say anything. He then stands up from the chair and goes over to the sink. I follow him and stand beside him, looking at the left over food on the plates. He's rearranging the dishes to reduce the pile and I realise that the food was daal chawal. He moves over to the stove and as he's heating up food, I wrap one of my arms around his waist and lean my head on his chest. I slowly speak up, "Did you just read my whole ass..."

...Tu ho gayi one to two Oh kudiye what to do Oh ho gayi munde di Tu turu turu turu

My fucking alarm on London thumakda goes off yaar 😭😭😭😭

What I was gonna say is did you read my whole ass notion, because I had mentioned there how daal chawal is my ultimate comfort food.

This post probably made no sense whatsoever but it was such a comforting yet soul ripping dream at the same time because that guy and i stopped talking recently. Mein already void nahi sambhal pa rhi and my unconscious mind keeps doing this to me. I wake up fucking confused and disoriented, a little hopeful and a whole lotta disappointed. It's not that this scenario is impossible, it's the fact that this was very much possible, yet now I might never have it.

Bhagwan ji let me just forget him peacefully, please? Ya toh usko wapas la do ya fir aise mazak na karo mere saath

#daal chawal #desi aesthetic #desiblr #desi tag

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

“oh no they’re hot”

I mean all of them.

I’m at a time gated portion of the book 7 part 4 update, so my overall thoughts on the new main story content will be coming out later! For now, here is me screaming incoherently about some… reveals 😎

***SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 PART 4 AND SSR GENERAL LILIA’S GROOVY BELOW THE CUT!!***

FIRST OF ALL, THAT LILIA GROOVY??????? If this is what he looked like in the textbooks no wonder why no one realized it was him 😭 Man’s tearing up the battlefield like a crimson-eyed monster… PLEASE he’s fucking HISSING at us and saying serious things with musical notes at the end—

Hey Silver, I’m really into your looks. Mind introducing me to your dad—

BAL REAL, ZIGVOLT GRANDAD A REALITY, IMM NOT DELUSiONAL 😭 HE’S THR duDE IN THE cRoC MaSKbbbbb?bbVvbv?b,,v!!!nmmdbdown

HQHQHWxbsnvwjss As expected, shoe’s on the other foot now for Sebek (even though he’s. Kind of excited to see his grandpa in his prime??? But also extremely confused) 😌 His grandpa’s in denial and rejecting that he has a half human grandson… Oof, Sebek…

NEW SILHOUETTE???’N’’alwkebxoh:asfRy536bbskswn She looks like she’s holding a staff similar to Maleficent herself! The name we’re given is “Malenoa”… and since this is taking place during the human-fae war…

BRUH YHIS IS MaLLEUS’S MOM… WHEN ShE WA s StILL ALIVE…………. Are we about to watch his parents get merc’d OTL

(GAHAHAHA it’s so far back in time that Malleus is still just an egg at this point 😂 SEBEK CALLS HIM TAMAGO-SAMAa??????)

An important knight (in the enemy faction???) that Lilia talks about! He’s referred to as the “Dawn Knight”.

It HAS to be a relative of Silver’s, I can feel it in my bones 😫 Can’t be his dad or mom because the war seems to take place hundreds of years ago; may be a grandparent???? Or at least some kind of ancestor??

Bonus: very beefy human soldier NPCs (unvoiced, LOL)? They have dialogue which implies that Silver and the Dawn Knight look alike… 👀

#twst #twisted wonderland #Diasomnia #Malleus Draconia #Lilia Vanrouge #Maleficent #Sebek Zigvolt #Silver #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #spoilers #Baul Zigvolt #Bal Zigvolt #Malenoa Draconia

[omoghouls]

....or alternatively, the wolves realising when they need to pee and narrowly missing a big accident

The vampires and werewolves are all just talking when one grabs onto Viago's sleeve and tugs until he turns to face him.

"I need to go.." They mumble, legs crossed and shaking where theyre standing theyre so desperate.

Viago (and the other vampires) eyes light up, and viago happily leads the pup up towards the bathroom.

they stop him, pulling on Viago's sleeve as he tries to climb the stairs. "Can't make it." They whisper, bringing a hand between their legs as they shaking leg grows faster.

Viago furrows his eyebrows, he offers to carry the pup up to the bathroom but they shake their head, and so Viago hurriedly tugs them in the direction of the door.

They help the puppy walk out to the small patch of grass in their yard and help them undo the button of their pants, watching nervously as a small wet patch begins to form between their legs and the pup whines.

Viago holds their hands as the pup squats down and finally lets go, humming to themselves as the desperation leaves and instead feeling relaxed and blissful.

once the stream of pee dies down Viago lets the little pup sit down on the grass, even if it may be in a puddle of his own pee.

"Such a good puppy!" He says, beginning to work the werewolf's pants over their shoes. "You made it, didn't you?"

"Very good, dog!" Deacon says, from where he had watched at the front porch. "Better than on my carpets!"

The pup nods disorientedly, feeling suddenly cold as Viago yanks off their pants and underwear, rolling them into a ball and tucking them under his arm. "They're a little bit wet, can't have you wearing these for the rest of the night."

The pup hadn't expected for viago and deacon to walk off, but ultimately decided that they would really rather not walk through the pack half naked and smelling of pee - so they keep their hands between their legs and lay back on the grass, waiting for the vampires to return with some dry training pants and praying that no one would walk up the drive and see him laid out half nude

AAAAAAA YAAA OMFG UFGGUCIICIYDIDYFZZDZ66RX YHIS IS FUCKING ADORABLE AAAAAAAAA😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

Maybe these vampires aren't as bad as the other packs around say they are aaaaaa

#m #omorashi #omocute #IM CRYING THIS IS ADORABLE AND ILY NONNY #diaper mention

[batteredwarriorstillstanding]

Did you check my board scores while you were at it?

Do you think I don't know you go by S.M?

That's a key difference between you and I in play, actully, when my crew died, moved, etc. I remained solo until a different meaningful set of bonds is formed. You can say you didn't love me, and I hope that's the case, but I assure you that would have changed once you knew more than what Iook like, but you ruined that, didn't you? Was it on purpose? Was it a mean girl play? Okay. Good for you. Either way, while I don't want to judge, I am not in the business of living a lie, either. Think there's nothing wrong with how you roll? Think it doesn't constantly cause harm to your spirit, your psyche, your relationships? Well, I will do a favor for you and explain that, yes, in fact, it does.

Do you really believe that you are in the state you are today mainly because of the same trauma you experienced long before I met you? I assure you that your current method of approaching life and love is way more to blame than you believe.

Also, tell the whole truth, you fucking coward. This only has come to this due to your chickenshit refusal to fucking get to know me....good job, though. I got bad grades on high school. I failed english (but received writing scholarships) I score 26 on ylthe ACT and 1330 on the SAT (when 1600 was perfect) I did not want to point out that, under no circumstances would I ever hook up with you after what you did to me, because I wanted to be as judgement free as possible, and, hopefully, be a friend that I thought you so obviously need.....stop fucking some of these douchebags and see hoe friendly they remain....all you wanted to do was run your sick, sad little fuckboy routine and pretend I am not good enough for you, as somehow. Well, keep that up, just knoe that the facts don't support it. Mostly, though, realize i went ao far out of my way to attempt to be present for you EVEN AFTER I NO LONGER WANTED TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU (for me that's odd..sorry) and for yhis, you joined your idiot friends in spreading a misleading narrative about me to people i don't even know JUST to be a cunt to someone who god saw fit to burden with caring about you. What were you even mad about? Yeah, if you are going to have sex with all kinds of people PARTICULARLY the ones I know you have, I am not interested in doing the same. Sorry. Fuck you...get used to that response cuz you are gonna keep hesring it, you little bitch.