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nessinborderland · 2 years

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Live Undead (03)

Pairing: Yoon Gwinam x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Dark fic

Word Count: 5,7k

Summary: You knew he was bad, and you knew it was bad to tell him no. Still, you did. And you will come to regret it.

Warnings⚠️ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Zombie Apocalypse, Mild Gore, Bullying, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, monster fucking?, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Sexual Harassment, Oral Sex, Blood, Toxic Relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Light breeding kink, Forced Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Trauma, Grief/Mourning

Notes: Here it is, part 3! Sorry for any mistakes, I might come back to edit this further during the weekend. Comments and reblogs are, as always, extremely welcome and appreciated <33 much love, till next time! Enjoy <3

Heaven.

Purgatory.

Hell.

Sometimes you wondered where you were exactly; this couldn’t be the real world, could it? If you were in Heaven, then religion was nothing but a cruel joke, with everything about it being an awful lie. If this was Purgatory, then you were afraid to find out what Hell actually looked like. If this was Hell then… yes, you wouldn’t be surprised if Hell looked like this – you would just like to know what you had done to deserve such a fate.

Sometimes you even wondered if they were all the same; just a mess of spiritual realities where nothing was real but everything felt too real. Either way, it didn’t matter, not anymore.

Not since the dead refused to stay dead and the boy you grew up with and had once considered a friend was now the monster of your nightmares, both asleep and awake. He was there when you opened your eyes – always close, always demanding, always watching – and he was there when you closed them, now in the form of the rotting monster you knew he was on the inside as much as he was on the outside.

Frankenstein Monster, you had called him once under your breath. Because, in a way, that’s what he reminded you of. Because he was a man that wasn’t a man, dead but not really, and never for long. He looked like the Gwinam you used to know as much as he resembled the flesh-eating zombies that hunted you outside. And even then he was something else, something new, something you had no words to describe. So you called him your Frankenstein monster.

He was yours in a way, after all. As much as you were his, you supposed. His words, not yours.

These months with him had allowed you to learn three important things about Yoon Gwinam:

One, was that he could not die (you had tried to kill him only to regret it in the same breath);

Two, was that the boy you once knew died when the monster was born, and he was never coming back;

Three, and the most surprising at first, was that Gwinam craved love as much as he craved the flesh of the living.

The last one had been the hardest for you to realize, even when it seemed so obvious now as you looked into his good eye, his forehead pressed against yours as he moved in and out of you in slow, lazy thrusts. Of course the violent boy from a broken home wished for love and reassurance and compliments. It was present in every action he had when it came to you, even though he had no idea of that himself.

The way he was so eager to please you, always wanting to get a moan out of you, almost expecting you to kiss him and fuck him back with as much enthusiasm. The way he waited for your smile every time he brought you a new book or a snack, hesitantly smiling when you thanked him while looking oh so proud of himself, like a dog that had done a good job at getting its owner’s newspaper.

All of that would have been endearing and welcome if he hadn’t ruined your life.

Your brain and body seemed to forget it at times; you could get so wet and moan so loud when he was in you, get so anxious when he was away, hug him so tightly in your sleep. But your heart and memories hadn’t forgotten what he had done, how he had made you feel, how he still terrorized you and kept you as his prisoner every single day. He wasn’t your friend and he definitely wasn’t your boyfriend. He was your jailer, nothing else.

You would do well in remembering that.

I do. I won’t forget.

But you still felt something for him, not everything bad. You couldn’t stop yourself from caring, from wanting to please him back, from desiring him. He was slowly making his way into your heart and you were hesitantly but surely letting him in, even if the rational side of you knew that while your feelings felt real, they weren’t. They were nothing more than an illusion.

But sometimes living in fantasy was better than not living at all.

You moaned his name when you felt a rush of warmth inside you, his face buried in your neck while he came, strong hands firm but gentle on your skin as he kept your thighs open for him. Your body shook together with his from your most recent orgasm, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you shut them tight, trying not to let your emotions get the better of you.

He didn’t like it when you cried.

“You okay?”

His whisper in your ear made you shudder, and you nodded as you started petting his shaggy hair, fingers combing through the dark locks while he kissed your neck. He was still inside you but unmoving, and part of you hated how accustomed and comfortable you had grown to that position. It felt so nice to have his lukewarm body against you, his scent mixing with yours and the smell of sex. You were used to it now. You welcomed it, even.

“Still feeling sick?” he asked again, this time looking into your eyes. You could see the concern in his gaze, together with a care that would have given you butterflies in your stomach if that was actually possible at this point in your life.

“I’m better now,” you smiled, brushing his fringe off his face and uncovering his bad eye. The sight of it didn’t bother you anymore. “Just really tired.”

“Yeah, that’s my fault,” he chuckled, leaning over to kiss you on the lips with an intensity that would’ve made you squirm away only a few weeks ago. But now you accepted it, kissing him back like it was your only choice; which it was, in a way.

You felt guilty, and that was the truth. Guilty for hurting him and guilty for apologizing; none of which he deserved. Guilty for wanting him close and willingly giving yourself to him and enjoying it; all things he didn’t deserve either, after what he had done to you.

Neither of you had talked about that day, almost a month ago. If you could erase it from memory, you would have, shame sitting in your gut like a rotten meal as you remembered how you had acted, the consequences of those actions, and the aftermath – none of which you wanted to think too much about. You didn’t know exactly why he hadn’t touched the subject, but you were glad he hadn’t. That way you could pretend it never happened.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked late in the night, long after you had showered and cuddled off to sleep on the old mattress in the shabby studio apartment you shared since all hell broke loose.

The growl of zombies was almost loud in the dead night, but having Gwinam beside you always made you feel safe. You knew that no harm would come to you if he was close; unless it was by his hand, of course. You could still smell the candles that usually illuminated the room at night, now all blown off except for one single candle that made the apartment dance in small shadows. It was dangerous to keep it on while you slept, but the fire brought you a special comfort on the particularly cold nights that Gwinam couldn’t match even if he tried.

You knew he wasn’t asleep; he rarely did so for long and never too deeply. But this time, his fingertips drawing spirals on your back was what gave it away. Being only the two of you for months made you see and notice things about him you had never noticed before, and you knew for a fact that something was troubling him. If he wanted to share it or not, that was a different question altogether, but curiosity got the better of you.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, feather-like touch never stopping its path on your skin, “why do you ask?”

You sighed as you repositioned your head on his chest, gaining you time to choose your words wisely. You didn’t think you could ever stop fearing his reactions, especially when his unnatural heartbeat reminded you of what he was.

“You’ve been… upset lately. Nervous.” You bit your lip as you said the next words, “Did I do something wrong?”

“What?” he huffed, sounding surprised. “No, it’s not you, I just…” you moved to stare at him in the dark, watching as his shadow shook his head and let out a sigh “… everything’s fine. You have nothing to worry about.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, why would I lie to you?” You were glad he couldn’t see the look of distrust in your eyes. “You’re fine, we’re fine. There’s just some shit I gotta deal with, but I’ll fix it, okay?”

“Are you sure?” Something in his tone didn’t let you drop the subject. You wanted to hear what he wasn’t saying. Foolish hopefulness, you knew, but what else was keeping you alive at this point. “Is it the others again?”

You knew of others like Gwinam; humans that weren’t really human. That, like him, existed in a constant limbo between life and death. They weren’t much different from the zombies that roamed the streets, as far as you were concerned.

Now humans? The military even, maybe? That could mean good news to you. They could mean freedom. That or a new kind of hell, but you didn’t want to consider the possibility.

“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll take care of it, yeah?” you felt his hand gently but firmly push your head to lay back on his chest, a clear sign that the conversation was over. “Hey, remember when we first met? Under the slide?”

Your eyes widened at the sudden change of subject, and you bit your lip before deciding to let go of whatever was stressing him; pressing him on would only make him angry.

“Yeah,” you nodded, remembering that morning, “you cursed me off and threatened to beat me if I told anyone I saw you crying. Then we walked to school together and you bought us dalgona.”

The memories from that day were still clear in your mind. You hadn’t met him before that rainy morning, but you had seen him at the park, usually well after dark and by himself, tall for a kid but a kid nonetheless. You wondered sometimes if you hadn’t shown him kindness that day if things would’ve been different; maybe if you were never friends to begin with, he would’ve never noticed you. But helping the abused neighborhood kid in his time of need was never something you regretted, so you weren’t going to start now.

“Why do you ask, though?” you wondered when he said nothing else.

“I went by our old apartments today. I haven’t been there since the beginning and it’s all ruins now but…” he shrugged and let out a deep sigh, “I guess I just wanted to give it one last look. The slide is still mostly intact.”

You bit your lip as you controlled the will to ask about your home; was there anything left? A book, a piece of furniture, some old rag? Anything that reminded you of home? Any sign of your mom? You had been mourning her since the beginning of this nightmare – sure that she was dead – but you really wished you could be sure. Not thinking about her wasn’t as hard anymore, but you still caught yourself crying for her, wishing she was there to hold you, alive to save you.

A sob left your lips and you hurried to cover your mouth before another forced its way out, instinctively pushing yourself away from Gwinam as you felt his arms tense around you.

He didn’t like it when you cried.

“What the hell…” came his frustrated comment as he moved to sit up, pulling you with him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I-I’m sorry, I just…” you were interrupted by another sob, hiding your face in your hands as Gwinam tried to force you to lock eyes with him. You didn’t want to look at him right now. You didn’t want him to touch you. “P-Please stop, I’m- I’m fine!”

“Then why the fuck are you crying?”

You had hurt him, you noticed by his tone. You haven’t meant to bat his hands away or talk to him like that, but you didn’t want him close right now. You looked at him, one side of his face barely visible in the low light, the glint of his good eye focused on you, brows furrowed. He was mad.

Apologize.

“I’m s-sorry,” you said followed by a low sob. “I just… I miss my mom so much.”

“I know you do,” comforted Gwinam with a squeeze on your shoulder. Then, “But I’m here for you, aren’t I? Just like you were there for me then. We only need each other. No one else.”

His words made your heart race and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from fury; how could he say something like that when seeing you cry about your mother? You wanted to scream at him, curse him back to the hell he came from. But all you did was unclench your jaw before you said something you would regret.

“Of course,” you said instead of the thoughts going through your mind. “I still miss her, that’s all.”

Gwinam said nothing to that, pulling you to lay back down with him, a large palm petting your hair back until all your anger and sadness simmered down and all that remained was the tiredness of yet another stressful day. Your eyes were heavy with sleep, but you still understood him when he spoke next, words so softly spoken you wondered if you were even supposed to hear them.

“You were my first real friend, you know that?”

You hummed; you knew it to be true, even if sometimes it was hard to believe.

“Do you think things would’ve been different if I hadn’t fucked it up?”

“I don’t know…” This time you found the words to answer, even if you were barely conscious. “It doesn’t matter now.”

“Still I… I want you to know that I regret it.”

Which part? You wanted to ask. Regretting being a shitty friend to you? For raping you? Hurting you? Traumatizing you? Kidnapping you? You could go on the list of bad things he had done. If he had considered you such a friend, why had he ruined your friendship? Why had he bullied you relentlessly for years? Why was he doing this to you now? You didn’t understand any of it and it was beyond frustrating.

So you said nothing to that, choosing instead to keep quiet. You were glad when he said nothing else either, and soon you were falling into a restless sleep.

You opened your eyes with a grunt, covering them when the sunlight inundating your room was too much in your still drowsy state. The empty spot beside you on the bed was empty, sheets ruffled around your body and his pillow pressed against your back. You knew then that he wasn’t in the apartment. If he was, he would’ve been in bed next to you, waiting for you to wake up.

A squinted look around confirmed your suspicions, and you sighed as you stood up and made your way to the bathroom, a look at the clock on the wall telling you it was a little past nine in the morning.

You tried not to get too restless during his absence — choosing to focus on cleaning, cooking, or reading a book instead — but it was hard when you felt so unsafe by yourself. What if zombies broke in? What if he didn’t come back? What if he did? Still, you knew it wouldn’t last; he always came back soon after you woke up like he sensed you were waiting for him. It was both a comfort and a source of anxiety, especially because you never knew exactly what you were supposed to want.

Escaping was always in the back of your mind, like a scratching thought that made you look at the locked front door more times than you cared to count. You told yourself it was because you were waiting for Gwinam’s arrival, but you knew the truth; you were just gathering enough courage to touch that doorknob again, pry it open somehow, and make a run for it.

But fear stopped you from acting, the memories of that day just weeks ago still fresh in your mind; you had been so close to dying.

Coward, the survival in you accused, better dead than this.

Was it, though? This wasn’t always bad. He wasn’t always bad. Gwinam was temperamental, violent, obsessive, and sometimes bordered on paranoid with you often taking the burden of his volatile behavior. But he also knew how to be caring and gentle, with small demonstrations of love that left you so confused and surprised you often had no reaction. You knew that his few qualities didn’t make him a good person, but it was so hard not to ignore the bad for the good sometimes…

Even if you escaped, where were you supposed to go by yourself? You had no skills, no friends, no idea where safety was… you were better locked in this small apartment where your basic needs were guaranteed than risk the unknown.

You left the bathroom after going through your morning routine, glancing again at the clock to notice with frustration that a little over fifteen minutes had passed. You walked towards the window, looking outside at the cloudy sky, a chill running down your spine as you braced yourself in your warmest sweater; snow would be falling sooner or later.

“Where is he?…” you whispered to yourself, letting out a sigh before going towards the kitchenette to grab something to eat.

Not that you were very hungry in your nervous state, but you had to keep yourself busy somehow, and peppermint tea usually calmed your upset stomach. You also weren’t surprised when an annoying but familiar migraine started at the sides of your skull, making you wish more than ever that you could just go back to bed and relax until the discomfort passed. But you knew you couldn’t; not while he was gone.

So you made your tea in the small camping stove that Gwinam had gotten for you, using the extra hot water for a water bag that you hugged against yourself as you sipped on your tea and munched on some cookies while you waited for the front door to open.

You felt like a dog with separation anxiety, and the thought would’ve made you laugh if it wasn’t so damn accurate. It made you hate yourself just a little more than you already did.

A sudden noise from downstairs made you jump in place, and you rushed to stand up — panic making your heart race — at the same time, Gwinam came through the door, wild stare searching the room before finding you.

“Gwinam—” you barely got to say his name before he practically ran in your direction, hugged you, and dragged you into the bathroom before closing the door, a hand covering your mouth before you had the time to ask what was going on.

You didn’t have to ask, as the far-away sound of a helicopter made you freeze and listen, wide eyes looking into Gwinam as his trembling hand pressed ever harder against your face, his firm hold keeping you locked in place as he also listened, furrowed brows and tense shoulders showing you how scared he was.

“Don’t you make a sound,” he whispered, a warning clear in his tone, “I can hear them. They’re close by…”

Your hands grabbed his in a silent plea for him to uncover your mouth, but he didn’t budge — like he hadn’t even noticed your gesture — so you gave up and tried your best to breathe calmly through your nose.

What could be happening to make Gwinam this nervous? The only possibility that made sense — also giving the helicopter — was that the military was close. You knew how much he feared them; how could he not when they were the only ones capable of killing him for good?

It felt like hours before Gwinam finally dropped his palm from your mouth, arms still around you in a protective hold. You kept quiet when he said nothing, the look in his good eye giving you the impression that he wasn’t there with you, probably still focusing on whatever sound you weren’t capable of listening to.

“What is going on?” you hesitated before whispering in the lowest tone you could manage.

“Military,” he replied, still not looking at you, “they’re cleaning up the streets. I think they saw me.”

“Did they follow you?”

“I- I’m not sure,” he looked at you then, a new kind of apprehension in his eyes, “but I think we need to leave.”

You followed him as he exited the bathroom and carefully took a look outside before grabbing a near backpack and throwing it at you. You grabbed it without actually thinking about it, staring at him with mouth agape as he started to frantically fill the bag with your stuff.

“Leave? What do you mean ‘leave’?” This was the only safe place you knew. “Where will we go?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll find us a place. Maybe the mountains…”

“The mountains?! Gwinam, is getting colder, how will we—”

“Listen, it doesn’t matter, okay? I’ll find a way.”

“But maybe they can help? We don’t have to run away…”

“What do you mean ‘help’?” His change of tone made you flinch and take a step back. “Do you have any idea of what they will do to us? Do to me?”

You knew. You had dreamed about it, the moment when the military would show up and save you from him, make him pay for what he had done to you. You knew. Part of you wanted it to happen.

“I- I just thought that maybe,” you licked your lips as you felt panic grow in your chest, “maybe we could—”

“Maybe you could what, uh?” his snarl made you jump away from him, “have them take you away from me? Kill me? Is that what you want?”

“No, I didn’t mean—”

“That’s not gonna happen, you hear me?” You could feel how angry he was, all that anger focused on you. “Have you forgotten that I can’t die?”

You let out a startled yelp as he gripped your wrist with enough strength to make you double over in pain. You released the bag as you scratched him in an attempt to have him release you, but with no success as he threw you on the bed, body going over yours.

“Do you wanna leave?” he was so close the tip of his nose brushed yours, his hands keeping you down by your wrists. “Is that what you want? Go back to your miserable human life, all by yourself, with zombies on your tail? Your mom is dead, your friends are dead, you only have me, don’t you get that? Why don’t you get that?”

You were hyperventilating now, already regretting your words. Things were going so well, why did you have to screw everything up over false hope? You had it coming, whatever it was he had planned to do with you in his anger.

“I’m sorry, please, I didn’t mean it like that!” you were full-on sobbing now, shaking your head as you begged him to understand. “I- I don’t want any of that, you got to believe me.”

His hands released you, and you immediately cradled his face in your palms even though he was already moving away, his face frozen in a scowl as you desperately pressed your lips against his in small pleading kisses he didn’t acknowledge. “P- Please believe me,” you kept saying in between sobs, pulling him closer. “I don’t want them to kill you or hurt you, I just want to leave this place, please-”

“Leave this place or leave me?”

You didn’t have an audible answer to that; not when you thought loud and clear: You, I want to leave you, please let me go!

“I see.”

He was out the door before you had time to process it, leaving like a spirit in the cold morning, silently and like he hadn’t been there in the first place. You just stood there, kneeling on the mattress with tears streaming down your face as you stared at the door he had locked behind him. You were now alone once again. You hated being alone, but he rarely left you like this, never so soon after danger. You knew that you could count on him to hold you in his arms and keep you safe.

But not anymore, not now, and there was no one to blame but yourself.

You waited for hours. You waited until you were dry heaving from crying so much, until your legs were cramping from pacing around the apartment like a caged animal, until your head felt like it was going to explode from how much it was throbbing in pain. You wanted to go after him, but that would’ve been suicide one way or another; it didn’t matter who caught you as soon as you were outside, you knew you would be as good as dead.

Part of you wanted Gwinam to never show his face again; dying alone and miserable was better than being with him. Was better than pretending to love him, than wanting to kill him but being unable to. But the survivor in you disagreed; she wanted to live, even if that meant living with him. Living because of him, for him.

You forced yourself to crawl from your lying spot on the bathroom floor back to your bed, sweat covering your body in a light sheen as you braced the walls and tried not to throw up once again; your stomach was long empty anyway, so you doubted you could. You also doubted you could cry more than you already did on a daily basis, but today had proved you wrong.

Gwinam didn’t bother announcing himself as he banged the door close behind him just as the sun was setting over the destroyed city of Hyosan.

His hands were on your face in what would’ve been a soft caress if it weren’t for the wet and sticky feeling you recognized as blood. The smell of iron filled your nostrils, making your body tense up with intense fear. It was too dark to see him clearly, but you didn’t need to see him to know that he had done something bad.

“Gwinam,” you whispered in a croaked voice, afraid to break whatever trance he was in, “what happened?”

He didn’t answer, and you didn’t dare repeat the question, gasping when his arms suddenly went around your body and pulled you into a hug, almost making you gag as the sickening scent of death got stronger.

“Do you love me?” He asked against your breast bone, his voice barely audible.

The sudden question surprised you, and you were at a loss for words, struggling to find an answer that wasn’t an outward lie. But your head and heart hurt too much for lies right now.

“I… I would like to,” was your answer. It was the truth. Loving him would’ve been easier, but you couldn’t. Not really.

“But you don’t.” It wasn’t a question.

“I don’t.”

“Because of what I am…”

“No… because of who you are,” you corrected.

He huffed, an offended sound that he tried to disguise with humorless laughter.

“Am I really that bad?” You shrugged, and there was a long pause before he proceeded. “What if… what if I promised to change?”

“You can’t- you can’t change what you did, Gwinam,” you said, a lump forming in your throat. How could he believe that changing himself would change the past? He didn’t even deserve another chance after everything he had done.

“But if I could—”

“It’s too late—”

“Just give me a chance—”

“You can’t!” You snapped, pushing him away. “You raped me countless times, you kidnapped me, you threatened to kill me or leave me to die more times than I can count! You can’t change the past more than I can, Gwinam, you’re not a god! And I’m sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t enough to stop you from becoming this- this thing, but it’s not my fault I can’t like you back. It’s yours! You only got yourself to blame.”

You didn’t dare to breathe after what you had said, staring with mouth agape at Gwinam’s standing form, wondering if this had been the last straw. This was the last time he let you live after talking to him like that. Fuck it, you thought to yourself.

But the words he uttered, almost in a whisper, were far from everything you ever expected him to say or do.

“I’m sorry.”

He was sorry. But sorry wouldn’t erase your pain. Sorry was nothing but a meaningless word at this point.

“Sorry won’t change anything either.”

“So what will?”

“Letting me go.”

“No, you know I can’t do that.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

He shrugged, shaking his head. “I can’t let you leave me like this.”

“What did you do, Gwinam?” you asked again, voice apparently calm despite the trembles that shook your body like you had no control over your body.

“I killed them,” he said, a slight tremor to his voice, “if they found you, they- they would’ve—”

“Take me away from you?”

“They would’ve hurt you,” he brushed his hair out of his face, sticking it back with blood, “they would’ve locked us both in a fucking lab. I couldn’t let that happen.”

“You can just let me go, you don’t have to come,” you tried to reason with him. “You don’t have to get hurt.”

“You don’t understand. Even if you go alone…”

Something in his voice made you freeze, and a wave of anxious nausea washed over you, like you knew he was about to deliver bad news. News that wasn’t exactly news, not when you knew what he meant.

“What do you mean?”

“I can hear it, Y/N… the heartbeat.”

He didn’t clarify; he didn’t have to. You knew. Not for a fact, but it was a thought that had constantly been in the back of your mind for the last few weeks. It was inevitable, just nature taking its course in circumstances out of your control. Of course this was bound to happen, but it was always a problem that you pushed towards future you. But now you were future you and that problem was now.

“Are you sure?” you asked, your voice barely audible above the humming in your ears.

“Yes, but I can get you a- Y/N?”

You turned your back to him as you walked towards the terrace, desperately in need of fresh air. When you thought that things couldn’t get more fucked up, life came and proved you wrong. What were you supposed to do now? Leaving by yourself meant death, leaving with Gwinam meant another kind of prison, and staying… staying was like you weren’t even trying anymore. And you had to try. You didn’t want this, this life that he had forced upon you. And you definitely didn’t want whatever was growing inside you, even if it was part of you.

“Hey, don’t you turn your back on me, let’s talk about this—”

“Don’t touch me!” you screamed when you felt his cold grip on your wrist, forcefully pulling you to him. You pushed him away as strongly as you could, pushing yourself against the half wall that separated you from a possible deadly fall. “Stay away from me!”

“Watch it,” he warned through gritted teeth. “Let’s talk about this, no need for you to act like this.”

“Don’t tell me how I should feel!” you screamed back, pointing a finger at his chest. You couldn’t breathe, your heart feeling like it was going to explode out of your chest. You raised a hand over your face, sobbing as you doubled over like you were in pain. “This is all your fault!”

“Yeah, it is, and I’m here fucking admitting it,” he spoke back in a rushed tone, “This shitshow is all my fault, there, happy now?”

“You… I- I can’t-” you struggled to say as you felt your lungs closing in on themselves. You knew in the back of your mind that you were having a panic attack, but you couldn’t for the life of you calm down and be logical about it. Nothing about your situation was logical or bearable. Every part of it was a nightmare and you wanted to wake up. “I can’t breathe.”

You barely reacted when Gwinam carried you inside, laying you down on the bed before cradling your face in his hands, forcing you to lock eyes with him.

“I know I’ve done a lot of wrong shit, but I’m not letting you leave me,” he said in a stern tone, “and that’s just something you’ll have to suck up whether you want it or not, understood?” You couldn’t say anything in response, your gasping breaths and sobs being the only thing you could possibly do in your pain. “Now I need you to calm the fuck down and listen to me. No, look at me… you’ll be okay, I’ll make sure of that, you understand? I’ll take care of everything, all you gotta do is be a good girl and do as I say. Okay?” You nodded and he dried your tears. “Good, now breathe for me. Slowly, that’s it… in and out… in and-”

You heard it at the same time he did. It was impossible not to as the blast of gunshots exploded your window into tiny pieces, the burning pain of glass and something else penetrating your skin making you scream before you were engulfed by dreamless unconsciousness.

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rumbleonthemill · 5 months

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rethink your discord server's freedom of speech, if you

nonstop dm people that they shouldn't write this and that

end up picking on your faithful fans and allowing the toxics everything

allowing toxics

allowing toxics and not banning them, despite you clearly know that they're only there to start fights and pull others into them - their toxic actions won't have consequences so they'll keep going

normal people end up leaving or writing posts like that because of the ones above

I, as a server owner write this and i couldn't give less shit if someone takes it personally. I was supporting people, putting faith into them and now I'm nonstop being picked on because of nonexistent problems that could've been solved easily. then, eat what you cooked. I have actual problems irl and I wanted to open some eyes (I won't, people can only blame and attack the other, instead of taking a step back and think!)

#discord

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This piece was written as a part of the anniversary event for the @konoblog-simps Discord server. Be sure to go to the MASTERLIST to read and support the pieces by the other writers for this event.

Historical/Bridgerton AU (Diluc Ragnvindr x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 3.9K Warnings: Strong themes of marriage

Diluc Ragnvindr was young, devastatingly handsome, absurdly wealthy, and most importantly, single.

By all accounts, he was the most sought-after and eligible bachelor in Mondstadt. He was the first and only son of the renowned Ragnvindr clan and owner of the lucrative Dawn Winery, which represented almost the entire wine industry in the country. Even with his obvious displeasure during social gatherings and open contempt for the city’s proud Knights of Favonius, mothers flocked to him whenever they had a chance, eager to impress him with the long list of accomplishments and talents their unwed children possessed. He could truly have the hand of anyone he wanted, yet each and every person that attempted to entice him was met with a polite but prompt rejection.

“How high must his standards be?” You overhear someone ask while walking about at the annual summer Windrise picnic event. It was a day everyone in the city always looked forward to. There were games and activities for anyone to enjoy, and it provided a chance for young people to meet outside of a ballroom. It was also the perfect place for families to eat and chat together while enjoying the fresh air. “I don’t think Diluc has even danced with a single partner all season.”

“Perhaps he simply doesn’t wish to marry,” you chime in, catching the gossipers off guard. They fluster and scramble for a reply, but you’re already bidding them good day and continuing your walk. Perhaps it wasn’t very nice to put others in such awkward situations, but it bothered you sometimes how they loved to spread rumors and talk behind other people’s backs. Your antics weren’t regarded fondly amongst the people of Mondstadt though and you also found yourself single after a few seasons of officially being out. It wasn’t the worst situation, but you certainly hoped you wouldn’t end up alone and stuck at your family estate your entire life.

You head away from the crowds and turn towards the stream, admiring the crystalflies fluttering gracefully around the statue of the seven before making your way to the water. The sounds of the current moving through reeds and over rocks was calming, and it was nice to have a moment alone, even if the solitude was a mere illusion. Drama thirsty members of society were always watching.

“Master Diluc, perhaps you’d like to join me and my family for a game of croquet? I’ve heard you’re quite skilled at the sport, so perhaps we could learn a thing or two from such an expert.” Glancing over, you realize you’d stumbled upon the heir to the Ragnvindr estate himself. He was talking with a lady you knew from the flower shop in town, but his body language suggested that he wasn’t very comfortable.

“That’s very kind of you to offer, but I’m not actually here to enjoy the festivities.” He declines and his attire suggested that he was telling the truth. He was wearing his usual dark colors which did not suit the summer theme of the event very well. “I was just returning from some business.”

“But it won’t take too long,” the girl presses, looking ready to latch onto his arm and plead shamelessly if she needed to. Diluc holds his ground though and shakes his head.

“Regrettably, I am already behind schedule.” He bows his head respectfully, his long red ponytail falling over his shoulder. “Perhaps another time.”

“Oh, but I insist.” The girl steps forward. “If your schedule is truly so full, do you not deserve a break?”

Diluc looked to be losing patience by this point, and you weren’t sure what made you want to step in but before you could second guess yourself you were making your presence known.

“Um...” You felt awkward once the attention was turned to you. “I believe Mr. Ragnvindr has… already promised to take me for a walk around Windrise.” Both the girl and Diluc looked shocked and a little outraged by your assertion. You probably should’ve thought of a different excuse. Of course, Diluc wouldn’t know to play along. He just assumed you were another suitor making a snatch for his hand.

“A gentleman never goes back on his word,” you remind him to give a little push. Even if he was unaware of your intentions, surely he’d pick the lesser of two evils. A walk was far less of a commitment than playing an entire game of croquet which could be drawn out purposely to keep him occupied longer. He seemed to deliberate his situation for a moment before giving in to defeat.

“A short walk,” he agrees, “but then I really must be on my way.”

He steps away from the lady and offers you his arm. You gladly take it and allow him to lead you off. Perhaps you would’ve felt bad about stealing him away from that desperate girl, but this was the way the game was played. People would stop at nothing in the pursuit to get themselves a suitable partner to marry, and your tactic could hardly even be considered underhanded compared to what you’d seen and heard in the past. You wait until you’re out of earshot of anyone else before speaking up again.

“If you were to need to leave suddenly in the middle of our walk for some urgent business,” you glance up at him with a small smile, “I should not be offended.” His attention snaps to you and his tired red eyes get wider. It was the first time you’d ever been this close to him, and you took note of the smoothness of his skin and warmth of his eyes. It was easy to see why people tended to swoon in his presence.

“I’m sorry?” He asks, causing you to smile wider and pat his arm.

“I’m giving you a chance to escape,” you reiterate. “No hard feelings. That girl was right about one thing, you look like you could use a break.”

“You can’t be serious.” His deep voice held a note of genuine surprise. You could also tell that he was wondering if there was a catch to this deal.

“I could always call that girl back over here…” you suggest.

“No! No.” His face takes on the slightest look of amusement and what actually sounded like a chuckle escapes his lips. “That won’t be necessary. If you’re quite sure, then I think I will take this lifeline. Thank you, truly.” You reply with a nod of your head while releasing his arm. He adjusts his gloves until satisfied and then looks around to make sure the coast is clear. After thanking you one more time, he hurries off, away from the picnic in the direction of Dawn Winery.

Only a week past before you saw Diluc again. Both of you were attending the same ball, hosted by Mondstadt’s calvary captain Kaeya Alberich. The two had grown up together, so it was probably the host himself that had strongarmed Diluc into attending the event. However, their relationship didn’t explain why half hour into the evening Diluc was suddenly crossing the room and headed straight for your location.

“Would you join me for a dance?” You’re sure that he can tell by your face just how surprised and apprehensive you are. He never asked people to dance, so what was going on now? He raises his eyebrows, encouraging you to agree. You figured it was only polite to accept since he’d blindly trusted you before.

“That sounds lovely,” you take his hand and let him lead you onto the dancefloor. Without looking, you already knew every set of eyes in the room was on the two of you.

“You must be mad,” you insist as he begins guiding you smoothly through the steps of the song. “I thought you were one to avoid being in the spotlight.”

“Normally, you’d be correct.” He hums, “But I was thinking that perhaps you and I can agree to an arrangement that might benefit us both.”

“An arrangement?” You voice held a note of annoyance. “Is that what counts as a proposal these days?”

Diluc clicks his tongue at the mere suggestion. “Of course not. But if people were to think I was courting you, I think we’d both find ourselves in favorable situations.” He continues to lead you through the dance, seemingly immune to the stares of everyone around you. “Having my attention will certainly spark the curiosity of the town, and soon enough you’ll have suitors lining up to win your hand.”

It sounded arrogant, but you could tell he was just being honest. Because of his status, his opinion was highly valued. So, if he were to be pursuing you, that meant you were worth pursuing.

“I understand,” you nod to show you were following his logic. “And if everyone thinks you have your sights set on me, they’ll know to give up the chase and leave you alone. Right?”

“Precisely.” Diluc confirms. “You’ll have your choice of suitors and I will be free from the constant pestering of every single person in Mondstadt.”

You take a moment to consider this suggestion. A ruse like that would most certainly work, and while you weren’t too keen on jumping into any old marriage, this wasn’t an opportunity you could afford to miss out on. Your chances of finding someone decreased with each passing season, and it would be even worse for someone with a reputation of being too outspoken like you.

“You do know that you’ll have to make this look convincing,” you tell him seriously. “You’ll have to show up to every ball, dance with me and give me your attention, and appear to be hopelessly in love with me.”

“Obviously,” he states confidently. “So, what do you say?”

“I’m in.” You flash a brilliant smile as if he’d just said the most charming thing ever. He smiles back, shocking you with how soft his normally stern face became with just a simple change in expression.

Even after just a single dance and a few exchanged smiles, the plan was off to an incredible start. When you awoke the next morning, your family informed you that you’d have several visitors to entertain throughout the day. It was a little pathetic actually, how suitors were suddenly clambering over one another to compliment you and bring you gifts just because Diluc had given you his approval. Still, he’d remembered to have a giant bouquet of flowers sent to your estate just to fan the fire a little more.

“You seem to be the talk of the town,” Diluc teases from across the table. After dancing together at a few balls and letting the gossip spread, he’d deemed it appropriate to invite you and your family to the winery for dinner.

“I’ve had no shortage of suitors sniffing around, that’s for sure.” You confess, “I should be able to secure a proposal from someone decent by the end of the season.”

“Someone decent?” He scrunches up his nose, a habit you’d come to find quite endearing. “Surely there must be someone of better quality than that.”

“In this town? I wouldn’t count on it.” You snort, gaining a sharp look from your family for making such a rude sound. You apologize politely, but as soon as they look away you hear Diluc chuckling at you. He clears his throat when you send a glare his way, but after a moment you both start quietly laughing again.

“Well, I’ve done as much as I can.” He admits with an amused smirk, “I can make you appear more desirable to them, but I cannot make them any more appealing to you.”

“You’ve done plenty,” you assure him. “I hope things have been just as successful on your end of the deal.”

“You’ve no idea,” he confesses. “It’s so nice not to have to worry about people trying to trick or manipulate me into marriage every time I walk out the front door. And if spending time with you is the price to pay, I must say it’s a small one indeed.”

“That almost sounded like a compliment, Master Diluc.” You grin across the table and he smiles softly right back.

“It was meant as one,” He promises. “I shall miss your company once you’re married.”

A bittersweet feeling stirs in your chest. You felt exactly the same way. Through all the dancing and fake flirting, you’d really gotten to know Diluc under all those stubborn walls he put up to keep others away. For as stern and intimidating as he tried to be, you’d learned that underneath it all was a kind, gentle, and attentive man. He’d even surprised you by showing you he had a sense of humor, albeit a dry one. It was actually quite lovely to be around him. He emanated warmth and safety. And somehow, he’d become more than just a man you’d made a deal with, but also a real friend.

“And I shall look back fondly on these memories,” you tell him before going back to your dinner.

Half a month later and it was nearing the end of the season. You knew it was time to devote your complete attention to a single suitor and secure yourself a marriage proposal. You’d dragged the ruse with Diluc out as much as you could, and you almost wished it was really him that you were going to marry. None of your options felt that spectacular when compared with him. Still, you steeled your nerves and made your choice.

“Yes, I’d love to dance with you!” You put on a fake smile and take to the dance floor at the next ball. It was hosted by none other than Jean Gunnhildr, so everyone in Mondstadt was sure to be in attendance. They’d notice right away that your first few dances of the evening weren’t with Diluc, and that would hopefully encourage your other suitors to be bolder in making a move.

“Oh, Master Diluc seems to be quite jealous.” You glance over at the man after overhearing some people gossiping. He really did appear to be glaring at the one you’d been dancing with. You give him a curious look when you catch his eye. He didn’t need to play his part that well. Evidently, he took your look to mean that he should come over because not a moment later and he was stalking over purposefully in your direction.

“What are you doing?” He hisses with a scowl on his face. Despite trying to keep his voice down, the aggressiveness of his behavior attracted eyes from all over the room.

“What do you mean?” You ask, feeling shocked at his accusatory tone. This wasn’t the kind of drama you wanted to start at a party like this and you didn’t see how it would benefit either of you.

“You can have anyone you want and that’s who you pick?”

“I… don’t see how that’s any of your business.” You weren’t sure what his angle was and you searched his face desperately to figure out how you were supposed to play along. Nothing about what he was doing made sense to you though.

“Dance with me.” He holds out his hand expectantly and you shake your head defiantly.

“No.” It was hard to know if it was the right or wrong thing to do, but Diluc had turned and stormed off again before you could second guess it. Part of you worried that you’d offended him somehow, but the other part of you worried that his bold stunt would scare off all the suitors that had only been interested in you because of Diluc.

Your fear was not unfounded. People seemed hesitant to approach you or talk to you for the rest of the evening, and who could blame them? Nobody in their right mind would reject Diluc Ragnvindr unless there was something seriously wrong with them. Too bad they didn’t know that the whole thing had been an act; one that quite possibly had just blown up in your face.

When you got up the next morning, you hoped the day before had simply been a bad dream. By the looks on your family member’s faces though, you knew it was just wishful thinking. Resigned to your fate, you find a spot in your sitting room and try to get lost in a book. Maybe if you were lucky, you wouldn’t be required to attend any more events for the rest of the season.

“A Mr. Diluc Ragnvindr is here to see you.” A household staff member bows from the doorway and you shoot right off the sofa you’d been lounging on.

“Uh, okay.” You hadn’t been prepared to face him so soon, or at all really. “I suppose we have to let him in.”

You quickly try to straighten up your appearance before he comes in, berating yourself a little in the process for even caring what he’d think. When he walks in though, you are reminded of just how handsome he really was. Perhaps that fact had gotten lost somewhere as you’d developed a closer relationship with him. However, now that the friendship had apparently dissolved, his strong intimidating aura had come back.

“Can I help you?” You knew you sounded cold and detached, but you weren’t sure how else to act. You heard your family members shifting on the furniture behind you and knew they were listening in and feeling just as curious about this visit as you.

“I’ve come to apologize.” You blink in surprise. It was the last thing you would’ve expected. If anything, you figured he would come to chastise you for making the both of you look foolish the night before. He takes your silence as a sign to continue. “The way I behaved yesterday was out of line. I know that.”

“Why did you do it then?” You ask, arms folded over your chest. “You completely sabotaged any chance I had of ever getting a proposal. The only person who benefits from any of this now is you.”

“It wasn’t my intention,” he presses on, avoiding your eyes and fiddling with the cuffs of his gloves. “I just… I was just overcome.”

“Overcome…” you let out a laugh, “with what?”

“Jealousy.” The answer is shockingly honest and you almost can’t believe your eyes when you see a hint of pink on his cheeks.

“What?”

“I…” He sighs in frustration, rubbing a hand over his face before addressing you properly. “I saw you dancing with those other people and I got jealous.”

“I’m going to need a little more explanation than that.” You were scared to make any assumptions at all. His jealousy could be childish in that he just wanted the attention back on him, or it could be more serious.

“When we were talking at dinner a couple weeks ago, I said I was going to miss your company.” He begins his explanation hesitantly. He clearly hadn’t rehearsed this meeting, but you were determined to hear him out. “I kept wishing we could continue this deal between us indefinitely. Then neither of us would have to deal with all the nonsensical drama and gossip we both clearly despise.”

So far, his speech was not going well. Not only had he just revealed the ruse openly in front of your family, but what he was suggesting was ludicrous. Keeping up the act that he was courting you beyond this season was not an option, even if you wanted it to be. Both of your reputations were at stake and you weren’t willing to shirk off your duty to marry just to enter a different kind of sham of a relationship. The longer it went on, the more suspicion and criticism the two of you would face.

“I know that would be an impossible thing to ask of you,” Diluc seemed to be following your same line of thinking, but there was still more that he needed to get off his chest. “But when I saw you dancing with those other people, I wondered if they really deserved you. I wondered if they would appreciate you the way I do.”

The speech had taken a sudden turn and there was no way to stop your heart from fluttering. Was it too much to hope that things might actually turn out all right?

“What do you mean?” You ask a little breathlessly, forgetting about your family’s presence in the room entirely as your imagination took off.

“Even though our courtship was staged, the bond we formed was not.” He explains, folding his arms and averting his gaze again. “Without the pressure of marriage looming overhead, I was able to relax around you and really get to know you. I learned that you have this incredibly disarming presence that can even put someone like me at ease. You’ve made me laugh and feel more carefree than I have in a very long time. And, somewhere along the way, I began to look forward to our time together. I found myself wanting to know more about you.”

“Diluc…” the confession left you a bit speechless, yet the man in front of you surprised you even more by stepping forward and taking one of your hands into his own.

“I can’t help but wonder if any other suitor would try to see more in you than just someone to decorate their arm. Would they even care to get to know the real you after asking for your hand?” He finally looks up to meet your eyes. “Because I would. I would cherish every moment with you and relish in the things we learn as we spend more time together. I would do my best to provide you the happiness that you’ve provided me this season and work every single day to be worthy of you.”

He releases your hand and takes a step back again, much to your dismay. By now your heart was racing in your chest and you felt as if you might just float away if he let go of you for too long. You heard gasps from your family when Diluc reaches into his pocket to pull out a little black box before getting down on one knee.

“Diluc…” you say his name softly, tears already welling in the corners of your eyes.

“Will you marry me?” He asks, his voice steady but thick with emotion.

“Yes.” It was an easy answer. Diluc was far from perfect, and both of you were bound to make errors along the way, but it would be a marriage that was real. You’d both be able to be yourselves, unhindered by social standards and able to explore love in a way most people never got the chance to.

“Really? Thank you.” There were tears in his eyes too as he stands back up and slips the ring onto your finger. You both ignore the clapping and cooing coming from your family. “I promise I won’t let you regret it.”

“I know you won’t.” You look down at the ring and then rush forward to wrap your arms around him tightly. It was an action that toed the line of what was appropriate, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. At the beginning of the season, Diluc had just been some antisocial rich man that was understandably critical of Mondstadt society and married to his work. And now? He was the diligent, attentive and honest man that would soon be your loving husband.

tagging my fellow Diluc lovers @kaysayshey and @meganwriteshq

#konoha simps #Diluc Ragnvindr x Reader #Genshin Impact x Reader #Diluc Ragnvindr #Genshin Impact #Diluc x Reader #Genshin x Reader #Cindy's Writing

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edgecastlema · 1 year

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ACCEPTED ! seen walking around edgecastle; ELIZABETH BENNET, STEVE ROGERS, PERCY JACKSON, OJ HAYWOOD, CASSANDRA CAIN, GLENN RHEE, JESSICA JONES, AND ANNABETH CHASE . please message the main within 48 hrs to receive the discord invite

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{ cis man, 35, he/him, nope, dupes not allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like DANIEL KALUUYA wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a HAND BLOCKING YOUR EYES FROM THE SUN, COMFORT IN EMPTY SPACE, MUSCLES THAT ALWAYS SEEM TO ACHE vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ HORSE RANCH OWNER, actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like A COWBOY NEEDS A HORSE? ❝ yeah…FESS PARKER is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ OTIS “OJ” HAYWOOD JR ❞ ( wendy, 23, est, they/she )

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{ cis man, 28, he/him, the walking dead, dupes not allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like STEVEN YEUN wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a MOTOR MOUTH, SITUATIONAL CONFIDENCE, HIDDEN STRENGTH, LAUGHING DURING AWKWARD SILENCES vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ PIZZA COOK AND SERVER AT ASTROBOB’S, actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like DARK RED? ❝ yeah… STEVE LACY is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ GLENN RHEE ❞ ( wendy, 23, est, they/she )

{ cis woman, 31, she/her, marvel, dupes allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like VICTORIA PEDRETTI wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a THE BOTTOM OF THE THRIFT STORE BIN, A BURNING IN YOUR THROAT, & DOORS LEFT UNLOCKED vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR, actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like DEAD AND LOVELY? ❝ yeah… TOM WAITS is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ JESSICA CAMPBELL JONES ❞ ( wendy, 23, est, they/she )

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theangstking · 1 year

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I posted 16,038 times in 2022

That's 10,640 more posts than 2021!

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15,993 posts reblogged (100%)

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I tagged 570 of my posts in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

anyone want Drunz?

focusing on Punz having a bunch of rings, and the stories behind some of them. as well as giving Dream a few rings.

a continuation of our previous fic! can likely be read separately but we highly recommend reading the first part in the series first

link in the replies!

16 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

we will not be reblogging or posting anything more than this about the situation with Technoblade, but I feel it's important to say.

take care of yourself. drink water, eat a snack or a meal when you can. do something comforting for yourself. please avoid what could upset you over this. reach out to friends and loved ones, tell someone you care about them. be there for each other.

note - check the replies for our Discord if you would like someone to talk to.

20 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

I came up with a new pronoun set, and I figured I'd put it out there for those who would like to use them!

they aren't based around any specific existing thing, but they are rather special to us. I've been getting very much so vibes of like, phoenixes and royalty from them.

- phe/phex/phel/phexself -

phe went to the store.

I am friends with phex.

that is phel cat.

I would ask that these pronouns only be used by plural folks, as they are ones I made for our system as a whole, for our collective pronouns, and feel rather personal and connected to our plurality. whether using them as a collective or as an individual alter, if you consider yourself plural, you are allowed to use these pronouns!

DNI if anti-endogenic. do not use these pronouns if you believe that endogenic systems don't exist.

do not screenshot to "cringe"/"faking system" type things.

this post and these pronouns are not a joke.

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anger holders get a lot of stigma surrounding them, so we wanted to make this post.

to all anger holders:

you are loved. you are important.

you play a very important role, that we think you should be proud of. it's okay if you're not proud of it. but we are proud of you.

you are not evil. you are not wrong. you are not a ticking time bomb.

you are valid, you are loved, you are wanted.

you are more than just your role, but your role is still important. an important job, that isn't always easy to handle.

even if you are not proud of yourself, we are proud of you.

it's okay if you don't always handle your anger in the most appropriate or healthy ways. I encourage you to try and learn healthy coping mechanisms, but that's difficult. it's okay and entirely normal to slip up.

you are allowed to be angry. it's healthy.

your role is important.

and you, as an individual, are important.

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My #1 post of 2022

hello! are YOU (or anyone you know) interested in a DSMP AU RP?

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the server itself focuses on mostly chat based RP, as though all of the characters are in a Discord server of their own! however, there are also RP channels for "physical" settings!

as a note, all RP interactions are done using Tupper, so using that bot is a requirement - we apologize if because of this you can't join, but it helps us avoid confusion.

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221 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

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enigmaincrimson-personal · 2 years

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When it comes to a certain RP server...

There were too many people trying to write at the same time, so all responses were either buried and forgotten or so thrown out of context that I could see someone could find it coming off as being rude and godmoddy.

The venting room is for venting and considering nobody else was using it at the time while I was having a complete and utter meltdown... While flooding it wasn't intentional and neither as coming off as vague and guilt trippy. Effectively screaming bloody murder in text for hours on end tends to come out that way.

People seem to like pulling the same shit as "Let's not check my messages for five months and then get upset because only one person had sent me anything when I get back." many times and I don't like naming names as well as terrible at remembering them that there's not really a point in doing so at that point.

I was trying to talk to the moderators and the server owner about the rootbound rooms issue and was trying to offer some solutions, but they didn't seem interested in resolving it.

Someone had leaked what was in the venting room onto Tumblr and my blog and Discord was being bombarded with nasty messages and got me banned from the server before I could recover enough to figure out what was going on.

I did in fact try to apologize to the people that I did inadvertently offend, but neither that or the fact I did try to offer to quietly leave isn't being shown in the "Evidence" being passed about.

Also, I did in fact try to make text starters multiple times, but they totally ignored them and refused to discuss anything... while discarding all the work in writing any form of notes or attempts to plot out a proper starter.

In fact, it's really hard to do much of anything when the other party is constantly complaining how you aren't trimming things to your liking (literally down to one paragraph without any context at all) and somehow the stock (and unaltered) mobile Tumblr theme is crashing their phone.

What I will say is that those people tend to come at me like rabid dogs frothing at the mouth over something as petty as a color they didn't like on a blog theme I used seven years ago and making it sound like I do horrible things like eat babies with barbecue sauce to everyone they meet.

I mean... I could see some people on here doing that, but that's just gross... and you can't exactly reason with crazy angry people, and I'd keep going on about everything else, but it's not like anything I say matters... all the "evidence" says that I'm an unredeemable pile of crap and there's nothing I can do to prove otherwise.

Seriously though... in all this time, has any one of these people actually tried talking things over like a calm, sane person?

This isn't just about me by the way... I'm not the only person people get yelled at by crazy people demanding that you serve them moon sparkles and stardust jelly while insisting that your entire existence is ruining their life and you should just throw yourself off the nearest tall building and how much better their life would be if you were dead and gone.

My entire life is full of toxic crap like this... to the point that if I could list the things I do remember, you'd probably think of me as more insane than I already am.

What I will say that the phrase of "Blame the rock for breaking the church window" is pretty much a summary of my life and not an experience I'd wish on anyone... and it tends to lead to major trust issues.

I'm sorry for coming off as overeager and clingy at times, but there's not many people around that are willing to treat me like a real person.

#enigmaincrimson #ooc

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phlebaswrites · 3 years

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The Souls of Those Who Are Left

Summary:

Itachi never got a wake.

He deserves one.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Hoshigaki Kisame/Uchiha Itachi Word Count: 1384 (Complete)

For @longliveustherecklessandthebrave who wanted Kisame and Tenzō to interact, and encouraged by the wonderful people on Kisame's Corner, the discord server for @kisameweek-2021.

Inspired by the ‘Tenzō's Cabin In The Mist’ prompt from @tenzoscabin but doesn’t follow their dialogue prompts. Thank you so much for the inspiration.

The title comes from this quote by Carson McCullers:

"How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?"

Kisame slams his cup down on the bar and signals the owner for another bottle.

He’ll go to bed drunk tonight, just like he has almost every night since Itachi died, but he’ll need more alcohol than this for that to happen. A lot more.

He almost went back to the Akatsuki after he buried Itachi, and that unfinished business still itches, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about the mission anymore. If he was as dutiful as the man he loved, he probably would have. As it was though, it was like the light had gone out of the world with Itachi’s death, and everything had turned to ashes.

Light. Ashes.

It’s funny how he talks like Itachi now, but it’s also the truth. It wasn’t the case when they met, they were merely wary allies then, but Itachi’s Mangekyō became the light that lit his whole world by the end of their time together.

To ask him to continue living without it is inconceivable.

So he won’t. He’s making a spirited attempt to drink himself to death instead.

Ha. Spirited.

Itachi would have smirked at that. Not with his mouth, but with his eyes. They would have had that tell tale gleam of amusement and he’d have glanced away for just an instant to hide them. Kisame used to live for those moments, the times when he could make his ever serious partner smile.

He wishes that there were more of them, but counts himself lucky to have as many as he does.

So here he is, drinking his way across the Elemental Countries, getting into brawls with civilians who flinch away from him, and facing down the bounty hunters being sent to hunt Kiri’s most famous missing nin.

Fuck them.

Fuck them all.

He’s still the tailed beast without a tail. He still has Samehada. No small time shinobi are gonna kill him. He won’t let them.

He’d never be able to face Itachi in the Pure Lands if he let that happen. Gods, he’d be embarrassed to show his face! No, he wants to meet Itachi again with a clean conscience, or as clean a one as any shinobi can boast of.

This is why he’s drinking a shitty bar dry in Mizu - not in Kiri, even drunk he's not that stupid - and he's totally unsurprised when a hand with the distinctive callouses of a shinobi comes to rest on the wooden counter next to him. Another bounty hunter. Great.

"Be with you in a minute," Kisame growls. "Just gotta finish my drink first, and then we can take this outside." The owner of this establishment, crap though the shōchū may be, hasn't done anything to deserve having their bar trashed after all.

"No need." The voice is calm and low, and the fingers move to request another cup from the owner. "I'm just here to talk about Itachi."

Kisame's head snaps up.

No one has dared to say that name to him in over a year.

Who the hell is this guy to - !

He stops short. He recognises this man - it’s the mokuton user from Konoha, the one that was almost killed in the war. He's famous. He's also one of the few people who could attack Kisame head on and come out of it unscathed - the mokuton is nothing to mess with.

But, more than that, Kisame knows him.

Because this man was Itachi's sworn brother. A teammate and more than that - a friend.

In a shinobi's life, there are few of those.

So Kisame merely grabs his own drink and tosses it back, ignoring the polite manners that say it should be sipped slowly.

"You want to know how he died?" Kisame's lips twist with bitterness at the memories.

Yamato, no, Tenzō was the name Itachi called him by, Kisame will use that, shakes his head slowly. "No, I know more than enough about his death."

Tenzō pours the shōchū into Kisame's cup first and then his own, a social ritual that he's clearly unpractised at. He must not drink much. "I want to know how he lived. I never knew him for all that long, we were separated far too soon, but... he was my brother as much as Kakashi is."

Kisame laughs.

It feels wrong to laugh when Itachi is dead and buried in the ground, gone from his life. But this man is part of Itachi’s family and deserves the good memories. "He lived... as well as he could have. Life isn't easy for men like us, but we made the most of it."

Tenzō turns to face him and they make eye contact for the first time.

Kisame isn't used to it anymore. No one meets his eyes these days, and Itachi was nearly blind for their last few months together, unable to look at him.

He misses those red eyes desperately.

"Itachi... was my friend. We could have been more but..."

Tenzō nods. "Duty. Yes, I know."

Kisame raises his cup in a mocking toast. "Yeah. Even as a missing nin, Itachi was always dedicated. But he took the time out for the small stuff too, when I could convince him."

"His sweet tooth?" Tenzō's eyebrows raise inquiringly.

Kisame snorts. "Fuck. He could eat so much dango I'd feel sick just watching."

Tenzō laughs softly. "I always thought that he might grow out of that with age, suspected that maybe it was his youth that made him crave the sugar."

"Nah," Kisame smiles, remembering. It feels unnatural on his face after so long. "He loved them until the day he died. They were his last meal."

Tenzō sobers. "I'm sorry that you had to be there for that. He shouldn't have laid that burden on your shoulders."

Kisame shrugs. "They're strong enough to bear it. And he had no one else."

Tenzō winces, even though the words weren't meant as an accusation. "If I could have, I would -"

"I know." Kisame interrupts him, not wanting to rub salt into the wound. "He knew. He spoke of you fondly. Cat."

Tenzō colours up to his hairline. "He didn't."

Kisame nods, grinning. "He did."

Tenzō lays his face down on the counter top, heedless of the stickiness of the alcohol coating it. "Itachi... no. Why..."

Kisame is surprised to find himself chuckling, to hear the little creaky noises coming out of his mouth. "Itachi always had a nice appreciation for irony, and the story was too good not to share. Also, he knew that I like cats."

"At least he humiliated me in front of a fellow cat person." Tenzō grouses, peeling his cheek off the surface. "I'd rather he’d never have spoken of it to anyone, but I guess I can't have everything."

Kisame's mouth twists. He knows that all too well.

Tenzō puts a hand on his forearm, stilling him before he can take another drink. "Itachi wouldn't want this for you. You know that. It's not the life he'd have wanted you to live."

Kisame knows.

Deep in his heart, he's always known.

That knowledge has been the fuel for the dreams that he's kept close and hidden, prized like sea glass, turning them over and over in his mind before he sleeps. But each morning always brings the bitter truth. "There's nothing for me without him."

Tenzō shakes his head. "There's family. Kakashi and I remember him. Not like you do, not with the same depth or the intensity, but he was our family too. Come to Konoha. Live in his shadow if you must, he cast a long one. But live."

Kisame turns his hand over, flexing his fingers, and then brushes his palm over Samehada.

The chakra pressing against him is unmistakably approving.

Well then.

If he hasn’t managed to kill himself with alcohol poisoning by now, it probably won't ever happen. Maybe it's time to try something new.

He pushes the shōchū bottle away and stands up, swaying but steady enough to walk and fight. "Let's go then. I'm sick of all of this water anyway."

Tenzō’s smile is warm and almost familiar.

Maybe, with time, Kisame will learn to live again.

Until then, he can walk in Itachi's shoes, with the men that he called family.

And wait for Itachi to call him home once more.

Also available on AO3.

#Phlebas Writes #Naruto #fanfiction #Story: The Souls of Those Who Are Left #Hoshigaki Kisame/Uchiha Itachi #Hoshigaki Kisame #Yamato #Tenzou #Tenzō #Samehada #Team Ro #okay to reblog

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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Ducktales Treasure of the Golden Sun: Three Ducks of the Condor or Now with More Racism!

Hello all you happy people! And welcome back to my look at Ducktales: Treasure of the Golden Suns!, the pilot episodes that started it all. This look was one of my patreon stretch goals. To explain them in case some of you aren’t familiar with patreon it’s essentially like a kickstarter stretch goal: every milestone I reach in my monthly earnings means a crop of reviews for you guys, with this being 10 and my review of the movie, and the goofy movies in two weeks and September respectively, being the 15 dollar one. So if you want reviews of the OTHER Ducktales mini series Time Is Money and Super DuckTales, then hop on aboard and help me reach my 20 dollar goal so I can keep making these reviews for a living and give you all more. Said goal also includes a Darkwing Duck review eveyr month AND a review of teh Danny Phantom special The ULtimate Enemy so hop on board HERE AT MY PATREON. Patrons also get exclusive reviews, access to my discord server (Though if anyone would be more intrersted in me making that public let me know), and to pick a short each time I do a birthday special for a character from Looney Tunes, Disney and Beyond. And next month is my boy Donald’s so since you all already sat out goofy NOW is the time.

So now my very necessary plug is out of the way, i’m very poor, we can get to the review proper:

When last we left off Scrooge and the Boys went on their first proper adventure together, heading to Central America to follow the map from the first episode and running into Dr.Claw El Capitan and his new best buddy Glomgold. Mild racisim, moonsoons and much better pacing ensued.

So join me under the cut as my boy Donald returns, some iconic characters are introduced in Webby, Launchpad and Beakly, though this series only made one of them iconic to be fair, and we get some more mild racisim because fuck my life. Onward to the cut!

So yeah as I’ve mentioned a few times now this episode had a content warning.. which was fair as there is some pretty cringy stuff in here but it had the side effect of me holding my breath until the racisim came up and whapped me in the face. So i’m keeping that tension up for you guys so I don’t have to suffer alone.

We open at the Mansion. Scrooge is trying to find a governess for the boys, but they keep scaring off all the clients because they don’t like the idea. And for once.. i’m on Scrooge’s side here. Yes I know there’s a sterotype of rich people hiring a nanny to not have to parent. and it’s sadly often true and it’d SEEM like Scrooge is doing that.. but really he just wants the boys to be safe. He’s fully grown to care for them and just wants someone cheap and responsible to look after them while he’s busy and clearly still makes time for them. As someone who is a former nanny, albeit for someone working class, I get that as much as you WANT to spend every moment with your kid you often can’t. I say all this because SO MANY kids movies and shows villianize parents for not spending time with their kid when their clearly just working to support them. There are nuanced exceptions to this and refreshingly Craig of the Creek has outright avoided this: JP’s mom is gone almost all the time due to working as an airline pilot, but while he clearly misses her he never resents her or guilts her over it, he understands sh’es supporting him and goes out of his way to make sure his friends can meet her. It’s really swee.t And while again I get it, this guys a billionare, most examples aren’t, Scrooge still really CAN’T stop working: He has more money than god and like most bilionares REALLY should give most of it to charity or to help with programs instead of hoarding it in a massive bin.. but he’s also got tons of companies, factories, investments... people COUNTING on him to make sure these are working correctly and keep their jobs. So yeah i’ts nice that the show isn’t demonizing scrooge for this or dosen’t even consider it: he’s getting help beacuse he needs it, that’s what’s important.

So while the boys widdle down the nannies, Scrooge talks to a renowned coin collector. He does show off his collection to the guy, but his main goal is naturally to show him the coin from last time. Turns out that naturally for a five part episode the treasure they lost last time was just a fraction of the real thing and the real titular treasure is a mythical horde even Scrooge, who normally has proved something out of myth is very real 5 times before breakfast, didn’t think existed.

Something I do love about this five parter is how every treasure hunt has ended up being important each piece of the puzzle leading to the next like any good treasure hunt. As for where this one leads the collector HAS heard of only one other coin like it, up in the Andes Mountains in a mysterious fortress whose mountain habitat and being a fortress makes it hard to get to and the owner is apparently a real piece of work.. but Scrooge isn’t afraid of a little hard work and is ready to go after it.. he just has to find a Nanny first.

And he does as there’s only one left: Mrs. Beakley, who we FINALLY meet after two episodes. Yeah for some weird reasont his episode choose to cram the rest of the major main and supporting cast into one episode.. it still works, they all still get great introductions it’s just weird to me when you have five episodes to not say introduce Launchpad last time.

But regardless as I said it’s a good intro.. despite the boys wilding a lasso and a snake.

Beakly is unphased and even dosen’t remotely fall for them trying to say she got the wrong name. And while Scrooge is a little impressed, he’s even more when she states she’ll work for free... with one condition: Free room and board for her and her grandaughter, Webby, who has been there the whole time and looking cute as a button. Scrooge is unsure but one minute of Webby being adorable later and he’s agreed. She can’t eat much right? He also hopes she’ll help the boys not be douchebags, unaware that their inherent poorly written sexisim means that was never going to work. And why yes I will call it out eveyr time it happens because it happens every time they have an episode together and only gets worse.

He goes to Gyro for help and Classic Gyro.. is utterly delightful. While I clearly have issues with Classic Scrooge, whose a greedy poorly aged asshat and the boys, who are sterotypes of male children, Gyro? He’s nice, friendlya nd eccentric, using a delightfully wakcky pogo hat thing to think and takes only a mintue to figure out how to solve a seemingly unsolvable problem and only needs a few hours to build his cool looking bird ship, using bird legs to offset the hard to sort out landing conditions. But since it’s a fancy bitch, it needs a pilot and i’m sure we all know where this is going...but since Carol Danver sis busy he has to go with Launchpad.

Launchpad’s intro is great, cheerful as he does a job testing a plane and naturally crashes it, and when thought dead walks out seconds later unharmed and jolly as ever. Scrooge is naturally terrified of the prospect of flying with him but dosen’t really have another choice “I hope my insurance is paid up.” Scrooge it’s you.. of course it isn't.

So with that our hero bids a farewell to the boys and ends up unteitonally coming off MASSIVELY unlikeable. No really he leaves them behind for their saftey despite needing help... and then upon finding out Donald is going to be on leave soon in the andes, and just assumes that YOU KNOW, he’d LIKE to go on a dangerous exausting adventure instead of actually get some rest after working in the goddamn navy and STILL dosen’t take the kids along despite having a very tearjerking farewell IN FRONT OF HIM that happened at most a month ago. Granted i’m suprised Donald is getting leave this soon.. but since I genuinely like to look into this sort of thing and the last time I didn’t I was correctly reminded Gulliver’s Travels was a satire.. and found out someone HAD actually watched the Jack Black movie. I only vaugely remember a trailer.. I thinkn it was a trailer? Maybe it was the middle part of a juinor novelzation where htey have all the photos? I really don’t know. I know almost every pokemon on sight but not where I saw pictures of a forgetable jack black movie, what a shock.

So long story short I DID google it. Here’s what I got

So given clealry more time has passed than we’ve seen on screen, enough time COULD have passed for Donald’s three day pass to kick in. So credit to the crew for actually thinking that out. They still get all the blame though for not only not seeing how bad not taking the kids to see the uncle whose like a father to them a month after he left when he CLEARLY can is bad, but how worse it is that the first break donald gets ina month.. is spent helping scrooge against his will on a life or death treasure hunt.

And I get WHY they wanted to try out having Donald on an adventure: he was in most of the carl barks material.... but I also dont’ get it as Launchpad was deisgned entirely to fill in for Donald when needed, we’re only three episodes into the series and this gives the wrong impression Donald will guest star a lot more. In practice while he still did get a meaty 8 episodes on the show including this one, 2 of which were cameos and the pilot only dosne’t count because of the exnteded slapstick sequence, and dosen’t appear at all after season 1, likely because Fenton’s introduction made him reduntant as he was an even more blatant Donald stand-in. It just feels weird to shove him into the pilot movie when we should be focusing on our main cast, epsecially with so many getting intorduced this episode. It woudl’ve made more sense for Gyro to be the third man instead and it woud’ve elmaited Scrooge’s uttelry horrible actions here of depriving his nephews of their surrogate father.

So Uncle Dickstick leaves with Launchpad to go abduct donald.... and tha’ts not me being funny, that’s what actually happens. Donald is singing out on leave.. with his superior... weirdly doing paper work outside on the flight deck.

And is angry at Donald because of him taking pictures and stuff and threatens him if he’s not back exactly in time... because look he’s on a boat with a bunch of sweaty men but as the most superior officer he can’t enjoy that so he has to get off SOMEHOW and ruining donald’s life just happens ot be a thing for him.

So yeah Scrooge straight up naps Donald via claw and Donald is angry, wondering, as you’d expect “What’s the big idea”.. and once Scrooge clairfies he did it.. still asks that because what the fuck. And the episode treats this as comical, as it does Launchpad not understanding Donald.. and don’t get me wrong you CAN make a good “I can’t understand Donald Duck” joke, the 2017 series made PLENTY. But said series also spoiled me as they did it with far more effort, while also still showing just how much it would suck to have everyone around you struggle to hear what you say and never listen to you. They actually cared abotu Donald’s well being where as this one thinks “Gee you knwo what would go great iwth a hard month’s naval work? MORE WORK HELPING YOUR UNCLE GET RICHER FOR NO PERSONAL BENIFIT AFTER HE KIDNAPS YOU”.

So our heroes.. and scrooge, head to Andes and find the temple and it’s here “Sigh” we met our antagonist. A Conquestador Douche who DOES have a name and it is on the wiki.. but is so generic and unlikeble I’m just going to keep calling him conquestador douche, whose introduced waving his sun coin around while the natives all bow to him because of the coin.

Welcome to the racisim! Admitely it’s not as bad as Treasure of the Lost Lamp, that’s a high bar to clear, but ti’s still not great to have the racist cliche of “character conquers a civilization because of they belivie he’s a messenger for their “silly” god”. And the saddest part is not that I didn’t notice this trope and how bad it was as a kid watching shows like this... but that as an ADULT about 4 years ago when I watched this episode how racist it and this trope in general was didn’t register to me at all. That.. really bothers me that it took me this long to pick up on things like this and i’m sorry for it.

That’s honestly WHY we need these warnings and WHY i’m so hard on this racisim: it wasn’t necessary, it could’ve been removed and you clearly just didn’t care or didn’t realize it was racist. And even acceptable for the time dosen’t work for anymore: I learned recently that the creators of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, both white, hired black writers..and actually LISTENED, looking to them for personal stories and to check them if one of the white staff wrote something that wasn’t true to the black experience. I know that sounds like the bare minimum but this was the early 90′s, that kind of thinking wasn’t hte norm like it is in most writer’s rooms now.. and sadly not ALL writer’s rooms. Not only that but just today I ran into a MST3K skit that lampooned this kind of bullshit from not long after this episode. People clearly knew better, the writers of this episode just didn’t’t care

So yeah, I get this was a kids show in the 80′s, I get the writing staff being almost all white.. but they still coudl’ve avoided cliche sterotypes and done something diffrent. It was was still wiithin white people like myselves power to actually think about something other htan themselves and we did not. So i’m never going to stop holding my own people accountable for just how BADLY we’ve fucked up in ways great and small because it still hasn’t stopped , likely never will so I won’t.

But yeah.... the tribe here are portrayed as ignorant, mindless dumbasses who blindly follow tradition and a clearly corrupt leader. It’s patronizingly stupid to assume just because a belief system is diffrent than yours a person will belieive anything. Religion CAN make people act stupid, the fact many people are homophobic simply because the bible, a centuries old document written and distrbuted by humans that could of been altered by people with a clear homophobic agenda, says they should be. But there’s the very clear very gross implication here that any god but the christian god is invalid and simplifies wonderful and well thought out myths and beliviefs from various cultures into “well they belivie in da sun god because of the shiny coin”. It’s gross, i’m glad it’s stopped and it’s VERY telling that the closest Ducktales 2017 came to this was the most dangerous game night which while a tad cringe inducing at least showed the tribe it used was clever, disposed the person they mistook for a god after it was clear he wasn’t one , and were wholly sympathetic.

Naturally Conquistadouche orders the tribe to attack Scrooge and it works briefly , though Scrogoe prepares to take on the ENTIRE villiage.. and given this is Scrooge and on this blog we’ve seen him take on an entire town before, and that was a more inexpericed less bastardly scrooge yeah their fucked, and only escape death because the coin falls out of scrooge’s coat when he tries to help donald who naturally injures himself trying to help.

And since as per white dumbass racist logic, the villiagers thought Conquistadipshit was a messenger of the gods because of his coin, they think the same of Scrooge, this causes them to stop and bow instead and protect scrooge when Conquistadumbass tries to attack our heroes. Their given a room for the night naturally.

Conquistadick demands they give him the coin and leave, but Scrooge has none of that: he has no reason to leave and has all the leverage so he instead demands to know wha’ts going on.

Turns out Conquisineart is the decdendant of one of the crew from the ship Scrooge found: their captain rain off with it, leaving two of his men behind, though both had the map to the rest of the treasure and split it: one left for the Arctic, the other stayed and did the whole racist god bit. And somehow despite all the time passing Conquistadoodoohead still has his half and Scrooge aranges a trade for the coin. And why yes their is the obvious problem of “what if Conquistascoobydoo say tells them he’s the true god and attacks scrooge like he ends up doing in the climax”. And Scrooge’s plan.. is to have the plane ready and to run to it, despite Launchpad not being a mechanic and saying as much. Instead of you know... stealing the guy’s coin while he’s asleep or something or just having launchpad, whose bigger and stronger and donald whose not bigger but is also stronger hold the guy while Scrooge steals his sun coin, then simply walks to the plane with the map, the coins and all the leverage. at worst the guy tries to do the same scheme without any coins and as the end of the episode shows, that wouldn’t have worked. He was stupid. Oh and the cherry on top of this shit sundae is scrooge objects to the guys tyranical rule.. but is okay with letting it keep going if he gets his coin and DOnlad, whose there for the deal, never call shim on it.

We then get a bit of Launchpad being forced off a cliff to ride a giant Condor...

Look this episode is filled with racisit sterotypes, a generic villian and Scrogoe being awful. I’ll take a fun sequence of Launchpad riding a condor, with Donald providing an assit with his camera by blinding the beast so Launchpad can ride him properly giving them more leverage now Launchpad is popular. And a deadline to fix things by tommorow.

The next day Launchapd and Donald have defied logic and their own tendency to screw up and fixed the bird, while Scrooge makes the deal.. and naturally it goes EXACTLY how you’d expect and Scrooge runs, though our real heroes get thigns running.

That’s when the people arrive on condors to persue, a fight insues yoru standard hero stuff.. not bad but given the racist context I can’t really enjoy it like Launchpad flying a condor.. which had some mild racisim in them making him do that as a ritual clearly deisgned to kill him but i’llt ake mild over pretty damn obvious. Eventually douchebag looses his coins, his ctizens abndon him. Happy end.

So with the map Scrooge decides to do the logical thing.... have launchpad drop him in the middle of the ocean in a raft and steer there

Launchpad takes Donald home in time and his superior is mad he dosen’t give him a proper salute.. even though he CLEARLY just got home and is diisorented from a crash. Launchpad makes a quip and this episode mercifully ends.

Final Thoughts:

This episode starts out okay.. but quickly goes downhill fast and steep. There are massive bits of racisim, massive leaps in logic, and massive amoutns of scrooge being a dick.. not his WORST in this series but it’s still bad. It’s just not very good. It’s the second worst episode of Ducktales i’ve seen, only held up by my boys Donald and Launchpad. This was miserable.

Next Time on Treasure of the Golden Suns: Our heroes head to the arctic for another offensive episode to rescue scrooge from his own stupidity. Next Time on this Blog: We return to Green Eggs and Ham and hop on a train as our raging bitchcanoe mother and daughter duo meat our ambigiouslyg ay duo at last.

See you at the next rainbow.

#ducktales #donald duck #scrooge mcduck #launchpad mcquack #huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #bentina beakley #webby vanderquack #gyro gearloose #treasure of the golden suns

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glitter-dildo · 3 years

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A QUICK STRING WORM CARE PSA!!!!

I recently joined a string worm owners discord server and I realized the sheer amount of miss conceptions about owning worms so I am here to help give some info regarding the proper care and ownership of a string worm to help set the record straight in the form of a little Q and A with questions I've gotten from the server.

Q: Can my worm be happy without a proper enclosure?

A: While it is possible to care for a worm even if it doesn't have an enclosure, it is better for it to have its own safe space. Here are some tips for setting up a proper home for your stringy.

• A shoe box should be large enough to care for a standard size string worm.

• String worms are actually super sensitive to temperature so I suggest getting it proper bedding. Propper bedding can be many things but the most common and cheapest to find would be either confetti or shredded papper. Bedding should be colorfull, thats why I recommend confettii but you can also buy shredded papper from your local dollar store.

• I would suggest to adding a solo cup as a little space it can retreat into when it feels threatened.

Q: Do string worms need to eat?

A: The answer to this is, No. While yes they can eat, they actually don't require any nutritional supplements. If you do want to give your worm a treat I suggest feeding it sprinkles. Make sure that if you do feed it sprinkles though that they are the small spherical kind, not the long kind as they can get stuck in your worm and cause it much discomfort and distress. Also put it in a low rimmed dish.

Q: Can I put multiple worms in the same enclosure or do I need to separate them?

A: If you do decide to adopt more then one worm you can put them in the same enclosure. They are perfectly together fine aslong as they where well socialized as a youngling. I dont recomend putting more then 5 in a single enclosure though, because then it gets a little crouded for them. There are some exceptions to this though with some breeds being more territorial then others.

Q: Are there different breeds of worm?

A: There are multiple different types of stringys out there. Here are a few breeds that are most common.

• Dallery

Dalleries are probably more of the most common and sadly most often mistreated type of worm. The reason why they are so widely mistreated is due to the fact that they can be bought at the dollar store fairly cheaply. Because of this often times children will buy them and then throw them away when they get bored. They can make awesome pets though if they are properly trained.

• Strike

The strike is a less common but pretty breed. They have a very distinctive striped coat.They can have some behavioral problems and are more difficult to train but are very pretty and are often show animals. The reason for their behavioral problems is because they are usually more aggressive and territorial and if they feel threatened, they will attack your other worms. When you first adopt them I suggest keeping them separate from others, if you have any, and slowly introducing them to the others. If they are slowly introduced they are less likely to feel threatened and will eventually get along with them.

• Giganrie

Giganries are the largest breed of string worms often stretching upto 3 to 6 feet in length. I personally don't have any of my own but I have a friend who is a seasoned Giganrie owner and has shaired some of their experiences with me. Giganries are a specialty species that have to be carefully bred by seasoned professionals. While normal stringies are very simple to care for once you know the ropes, giganries are often filled with surprises. They are a far more affectionate breed and often prefer to sleep with their owners at night. They often take up alot of space so if you are living in a small house or apartment I don't suggest getting one. They are far more likely to get injured amd may require medical attention but its normal nothing that can't be handled with alittle TLC. If you are considering getting one I would look around and find a responsible breeder.

Q: Do worms require attention?

A: Just like any pet worms require attention. Depending on the breed they can either require alot or alittle attention. It also depends on their personality. If they are an outgoing worm they require alot of attention and vice versa. In the end I recommend forming a close bond with your worm and getting to know them or their habits.

This has been a quick little PSA about the very basics about worm care. If you have any questions just ask me and I can help inform the people.

#string worm #stringy #pet care #fuzzy worms #wormcore

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adoringeun · 4 years

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Lemon Drop Café

Welcome to the Lemon Drop Café! My name is Eunha, I'm the owner of this place. It's a blessing to have you visit my café, what would you like to order?

Inside the Lemon Drop Café

In this café we offer a variety of different food and drinks! Don't be fooled by the name of the shop, we sell all kinds of food and beverages here. We even have a special delivery service for everyone!

T H E B A S I C S

-> This is in no way affiliated with the Idol I potray to be. I am not claiming to be her nor do I say this is how she acts in real life. Everything here is purely fictional and is all for your entertainment only!

-> As of now, the café is only open for chatbots and chatbots only.

-> This is mostly a delivery service chatbot meaning there will be no plots introduced, yet!

-> A schedule is included in this post that says the days I accept reservations, delivery requests, and answer asks.

-> Daily positivity posts and health reminders will be posted!

-> I will sometimes pop in people's dms to drop of treats from me! I'll try my best to send everyone at least one treat so you all will hopefully get a smile out of it ^-^

-> A bulletin board will be posted every once in a while. What is this for? Well, it will act as a chatbot news for everyone. For example, person #1 and person #2 are now engaged! Let us congratulate the soon to be married couple. If you have any new information or news to share, feel free to message me and I will post about it!

-> This bulletin board will also act as a spread of awareness to everyone. Not only to Korean entertainment related news, but to the many things that are happening around the globe. (example is BLM petitions and such)

R E S E R V A T I O N S

-> Reservations are basically you reserving for a table at the café. This is a perfect way to have a nice date with your partner, hang out with your friends and bond with your family!

-> If you don't have anyone to go with, you can still reserve a table! Only difference is, I will be there to keep you company as I serve you your food or drinks. I can even maybe teach you the ways of the kitchen, if you're lucky enough.

-> Once your reservation has been accepted, a GC will be made and you along with the person/s you are bringing will be invited.

-> Be patient with Eunha as she can get very busy making orders and accepting reservations.

-> More details will be said once you have been invited to the GC.

HOW TO RESERVE A TABLE

-> You can send me a message (or an ask if that's what you prefer) saying you would like to book a table, please include how many people you will be coming with.

Example:

“Hello! I would like to reserve a table for 3 people thank you 😊❤”

-> Shortly after your request has been accepted, you will be made a GC.

-> A menu listing all the available food and beverages we have will be given to you (and the people you are with)

-> Do tell me when you are finished eating so I can hand you your bill and delete the GC.

D E L I V E R I E S

-> For deliveries, we have a lot of methods for you to choose from!

— Asks [💭]

> The ask delivery can only be used as a letter service. Meaning, I will send an ask to the person whom you want to send a letter to. You don't have to write a long paragraph for this. It can simply be a short “Good Morning!” or “How is your day today?”

— Submissions [💌]

> Submission deliveries are like asks but gifts included in them. Example is person #1 saying “Have a good day!” to person #2 with a lemon pie and a bouquet of sunflowers as a gift.

— DMs [📩]

> This is pretty much self explanatory as a lot of other bots have done this as well. I call this Private Deliveries. Private deliveries are like submission deliveries but are sent through dms. [TW//NSFW] This is the most recommended option if you were to send lingerie for your s/o, give them a new toy, etc.

— Post [📌]

> Deliveries through posts are the most common way to send someone something. It's more like the DM method but it's public. No further explanations needed.

-> We don't only offer food as gifts, you can pretty much send anyone anything! Just make sure it's not as complicated as; A caramel macchiato, three pumps of pumpkin spice, slight whip cream, a chocolate drizzle, and a cherry on top. Don't be those type of people.

HOW TO REQUEST FOR A DELIVERY

-> Send me an ask or a message that includes the listed below.

1.) The @ of the person/s you are giving the gift to.

2.) Whether you would want to be tagged or want to stay anonymous.

3.) Send the letter/gifts you want to give to that said person/s. If you don't have any pictures or gifs of the gift, it's okay! I will look for the pictures/gifs for you.

-> Before I send something, I will send screenshots of the post for confirmation that everything is correct.

-> Please do be patient when I don't complete your delivery as soon as possible. Admin is very busy but will be sure to go on with your request one she is free.

A D V I C E

-> Do you need ever need advice but don't know who uou should ask? Lucky for you, I'm here to give that needed advice! It can differ from life tips, health tips, relationship talks, pretty much anything!

-> All you have to do is send an ask or a message and i'll give the best advice I can give!

-> !!! : I am not saying that the advice I will give will 100% work. I will try and understand your situation and give you the best I can give. Please note that there is no guarantee that it'll work.

A D V I C E —S L I D E T W O—

-> This is for all the love birds out there!!

-> If you have a certain person that you like and want to ask them out on a date but have no idea where to go, I can give you some possible locations that will fit both you and person #2

-> Following what was said above, if you're going on a date and plan on confessing there, you can also ask me for tips on how you can confess!

-> For the long term couples here, if any one of you plan on proposing, I can help you set up and plan things.

-> If you're planning a wedding but don't know where to start, you can also hire me as your wedding planner! Since most weddings are held in discord now, I can help with setting up the server, thinking of themes, and overall the aesthetic of your special day.

-> I will make sure all parties are satisfied with the final product and have smiles on their faces once they see it.

-> All in all, I pretty much help with anything. Heck, you can even hire me as your babysitter! I'll make sure the child/children will have the time of their lives with me ^-^

-> All you have to do is hit me up in my dms or send an ask! Simple as that.

B U L L E T I N B O A R D

-> The bulletin board is one of the most important things I have included here.

-> It will include not only the latest chatbot news and K entertainment news but also news outside of the K-media!

-> I will post about the many things that have been happening recently. Those who have not been given justice yet, the brutality of the police, etc! There are a lot of topics that need to be covered, but not have been given enough light yet. My main goal for this is to bring peoples' attention to these so more people will be aware of the wrong doings others are doing to innocent lives.

-> As I respect everyone, I will be putting trigger warnings whenever I post so people will proceed with caution when they see the warnings.

-> If you don't want to be tagged, please do let me know! I don't want to post a sensitive topic and have some people frowning in front of their screens because of it triggering them. Send me an ask or a message and i'll take you off my taglist ^-^

-> Same goes for those who want to be tagged. Send me an ask or message anytime you like! Or even just reblog my post saying you want to be tagged in future posts :)

GOT ANY NEWS YOU WANT TO SHARE?

-> Send me a dm/an ask! From chatbot related news to petitions people can sign, anything you want! You can even send a submission if that is what you prefer doing.

E U N ' S S C H E D U L E

M O N D A Y : [Answering Asks, taking reservations, replying to dms, sending gifts]

T U E S D A Y : [Taking reservations, replying to dms]

W E D N E S D A Y : [ASK ONLY DAY!]

T H U R S D A Y : [Taking reservations, sending gifts]

F R I D A Y : [FREE DAY]

S A T U R D A Y : [ALL WORK DAY]

S U N D A Y : [ALL WORK DAY]

ALL WORK DAY – are days that I accept anything and everything from everyone. Meaning, everything is open and available (Reservations, advice giving, etc.)

FREE DAY – is a day where I only respond to important dms and reblog posts.

O T H E R I N F O

-> My asks aren't only open for requests and stuff, they are always open for anything!

-> I'm mostly active during the afternoon because I do work in the morning and at night.

-> Don't be afraid to message Eunha! She's always open and happy to make friends ^-^

-> My timezone is KST! (Korean Standard Time)

-> I will sometimes post “Inside Eun's Life” posts which are basically what and how I'm doing.

Credits to the person who made the idea of making chatbots, lots of love for you @yandereminholee!!

Special thanks to @your-roseanne and @floristluda for the inspiration!

Another special tag is @specialdeliveryforyou! Credits to them for starting the whole delivery service trend ^-^

And to @cherry-nayeon the OG café concept chatbot! All love and credits goes to her!!

Amazing people who you should also check out!

@mafia-minho @leextaeyong @5sosxseulgi @xiyeonnie @babyhj1sung @mafiajjh @mafiawyk @shinhaneul-oc @yoonhana @queenbeejessi @yourchungha @skaterchae @hunter-chaeyoung @og-aisha @sweetandsleepyjamie @fabricatedxkun @switchseola @seventeen-chatbot @mafia-chaeyoung @split-jiu @doll-hyunjin @wolfxhwasa @sub-chungha @chatwithchuu @bunjihyo @babieyuqi @domyeonjun @yvespunk @icyracer-chae @midari-jieun @peachyminju @yanderechenle @purgejaemin @spamnotes-cb @lovely-jisoo @amazingspiderhan @artsydahyun @xdomkangseulgixx @detectivexsicheng @yandere-lia @yanderetzuyu @time-for-confession @kittenjennie @urkai and more lovely people! ^-^

#Eunha #Jung Eunbi #gfriend chatbot #gfriend aesthetic #kpop chatbot #gfriend eunha #eunha aesthetic #chatbot #idol chatbot #kpop

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thymeagain · 3 years

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HARRY CARROLL / 35, mercury in retrograde, server + small-time actor

'cause if i didn't have a mean bone in my body / i’d find some other way to cause you pain / i won't bother telling you i’m sorry / for something that i'm gonna do again [x]

FULL NAME: Harold Maxwell Carroll

BIRTHPLACE: Boston

FROM: London

CURRENTLY:

Living in an East Village third-floor walk-up he doesn’t have to pay rent on (owned by his New Money parents)

Working as a server @ a frequently Instagrammed bar/cafe called Cordelia’s

Starring in an off-Broadway play you probably saw on a bad second date

Stirring (been having a lot of weird dreams lately, but convinced it’s because he’s been drinking too much CBD sparkling water)

FORMERLY:

A student at a posh all-boys school that was not quite as posh as Eton but probably just as expensive

Studied PPE (philosophy, politics, and economics) at Lancaster University before dropping out and moving to NYC @ age 19

Dead Guy on Law & Order: SVU, Sick Guy on Grey’s Anatomy, Horny Guy on The Young & The Restless

KNOWN FOR:

Being one of like three people who's actually made money from Bitcoin

Having an exceptional Tinder bio

Drinking only the most piss-colored IPAs

Eating a diet strictly composed of boxed pasta, jarred sauce, and whatever food he can score at work at the end of the night

A perpetual irreverence for everything but himself

Emailing a literary agent friend-of-a-friend with a proposition for a children’s book while shitfaced about a decade ago and then actually getting said book published because the idea was decent (he still occasionally sees it at bookstores and takes great pleasure in signing it—it’s about cows)

Having the arrogance to think wearing the same combination of generic Buffalo plaid button-up, white undershirt, khaki pants, and black Vans, every day, every season, is having style

Photographing a bit stoned

Setting people up to disappoint him

Being slightly more decent than you expect

NEEDS:

His best friend/ex-girlfriend, who he’s either legitimately in love with OR she’s just the healthiest relationship he’s ever had AND she’s pretty (Who’s to say??? He’s probably done her dirty so many times, he has no business even thinking about this)

SIBLINGS???? I love a good sibling plot, and would love to talk blondies who could be part of the Carroll family.

FELLOW Roman mythology homies (I know we’ve got some already, but more is more! Maybe a crumb of Apollo for Harry to antagonize????)

The staff of Cordelia’s? I’m thinking owner, general manager, chef(s), hostess, busboy, bartender, fellow servers, people who supply the place with food/flowers/etc.?

Actors/artists/designers/musicians that he runs in the same obnoxious circles with, even though he’s not quite as young and cool as he once was

Exes/current casual bullshit in general would be great (would you like a memorable Tinder date? Harry is your man!)

IF ANY of the above appeals to you or you’ve got something else in mind, please hmu on Discord @ maggie#4247!!!! Would love to discuss anything/everything

#heliosrpg #ch: harry carroll #the definition of the audacity of being a blonde white man

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wonhoemeup · 3 years

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The Obey Me hoes bros as Discord users every server has

Lucifer: The Mod

• Has Nitro and feels special for it

• Can and will ban you if you annoy him

• No memes in #general

• Will ignore your DMs

• Tells you off for pinging him

Mammon: The Attention Seeker

• Will let everyone know if his mood changes

• Expects to have a warm welcome of at least 5 people or he'll say no one cares

• Uses "..." unironically

• ?afk set Crying (:

• Lurks the chat after saying bye just to see if people talk about him

• Has to be 1. on every bot leaderboard

Leviathan: The Weeb

• Animated Anime profile pictures

• Plays Gacha

• Let's everyone know he's a gamer like it's a personality trait

• His name is not pingable because he either uses Japanese stuff from google translate or unicode and emojis

• Does not accept other people's opinions

• Uses stuff like "UwU, OwO, lol, oof, oop, xD, ack!, >\\\<"

Satan: The Guy With 10 Strikes But Still Didn't Get Banned

• Will find and exploit every single loophole in your rules

• Curses even if warned not to

• A bit too edgy

• Goes on rants

• Starts drama in General then closes off DMs

• Will take your joke too serious

• He's very smart and everyone absolutely has to know

Asmodeus: The Egirl

• Has admin perms because he's sucked the Owners dick virtually

• Sell nudes for Nitro

• Begs for subs for his Only Fans and Twitch

• Generic Anime profile pictures like Sailor Moon

• Thinks watching Hentai makes him quirky

• Literally gets high on seeking validation

• Uses borderline NSFW emotes and the mods act like they didn't see it

• Definitely gets special treatment

Beelzebub: The Server Favorite

• Everyone loves Beel, period

• Probably has the Helper role

• Will stick around in Vent channels to listen to you

• Always seems to be online and people get worried if he hasn't been for 5 hours

• Will answer your questions despite there being a support channel

• Responds to DMs instantly

• Has an animal that is eating something silly as his profile picture

• Also never changes his profile picture

Belphegor: The Emo

• Broadcasts his Spotify every time he listens to music

• Has a depressing quote as his status

• Something like "I don't sleep because I'm tired, but because this life is a nightmare..."

• Definitely has the black and white crying Anime gif as his profile picture

• Either Sasuke, Itachi, Levi Ackerman or Shoto Todoroki

• Always offline

• Makes typos religiously

• Makes people uncomfortable by bringing sensitive topics into the General chat

• Definitely lets everyone know how sad he is

#obeyme #obey me!#obey me memes #shall we date #discord #lucifer #satan #levithan #beelzeebub #belpheghor #asmodeus #mammon

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kiiniie-riight2 · 3 years

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I've had this written up for a while, but finally got inspired to actually post it by the Tommy over at @/fictionkinfessions asking people what the technology levels in their dsmp canons looked like! So under the read more (cause it's long as hell) is an explanation of what the world was like in my Minecraft kin canons (I'm Ranboo from Dsmp, and Rendog from Hermitcraft, and I've got an oc canon as well)

So all servers and worlds existed in this sort of multi-verse kind of situation

And worlds weren't really created by the player so being the server owner is just that you were the first person to be there which gave you a certain amount of power over that world

Some terms

The Game - sorta self explanatory, the whole multiverse, would be the same as saying the universe in our world

Server/World - also self explanatory, pretty much interchangeable

Spawn In – Being born, The first time you enter the game at all

Join A World – The first time you enter a particular server

^^came from the messages that would pop up in chat

Home world – definition varied from person to person, either the world you Spawned into or the one you're most at home in/your favorite

Device (went by a couple of different names, some would call it their comunicator, that or their device were like the most popular) – three parts, a bracer on the forearm of the non-dominant hand and some sort of eyepiece, different from person to person some have glasses some have a sort of implant/chip–thing etc. and then an earpiece/headphones/something for calls. nobody was sure where they came from, you had yours when you Spawned In and if you lost it or took it off it would be back when you respawned

It was the overlay thingy with coords and stuff plus your inventory plus chat all rolled into one. It also had a function to text people who were not in the same server, sperate from the world's chat. It also included a feature to call people. Each world had a set of essentially discord vcs that members of a server could access, and then you could also do a private call with a certain person or people from any Server or add people from out of a server to a specific vc

There was an interface on the bracer and all the stuff it did was split between needing to do things on the interface versus just thinking it and it happened, basically if you can do it with one button press, like switching hotbar slots placing blocks, you just thought it maybe flick your wrist a little and it happened, but if you have to stop and do stuff, like typing in chat and moving stuff around in your inventory, you had to press stuff on your bracer, with practice you could do most of it without looking though

Breaking or taking away any piece of another person's device was a Huge No-No, it's not a huge deal if you can just respawn and it'll reappear (just kind of a dick move), but on worlds like hardcore worlds and other places people couldn't afford to just die, you were screwed, you couldn't talk to anyone, or if the bracer was gone you couldn't access your inventory

Most everything looked like it does in the game, blocks were around 3 feet tall, breaking a block made it turn into a little floating version of it that went into your inventory, non-block items had the pixely inventory form and then also a physical form the looked more "real" I guess, holding stuff in your hand sorta looked like that smaller version was floating above your hand, (as people and animals were not blocky,) you could sorta think about it and it would switch from the pixely inventory form to the physical form, which was a bad idea for full blocks, cause a three foot cube of stone is heavy, but it was also let you dump out a bucket or hit things with a sword. With food, if it was in the pixel form you just sorta thought about eating it and it went straight to your hunger bar, but you could also make it the real version and then you had to actually eat it with your mouth.

Different worlds had some different rules that were built into the code of the world, nobody was sure where these came from either. For example, with Hardcore worlds When you died you'd respawn in the last other server you visited and now couldn't get back into the HC world. Dream SMP has Real life rule that they can't go to the end, DSMP World had something happening in the code and just didn't have an end

One of the powers of server owners and admins was the ability to read and, to an extent, manipulate the world's code, using their device. This allowed them to add people to the whitelist or ban them, or add *some* additions (mods)

Moving between servers was controlled by your device as well. There was a menu with tabs for your servers you'd previously been to like in order from the most recent, alphabetical of servers you were white listed on and an option to "find new world" which functioned like the create world button. You would just Select the server you were going to, close your eyes, and you'd be there.

When you originally Spawned In, or when you Joined a new server, you'd wake up lying on the ground in the spawn chunk, sort of disoriented (some people took upon themselves to switch the ground there to something softer, frequently wool, I always thought that was nice). When reentering a server you'd been to before, you'd just open your eyes wherever you were when you last left that server.

Some servers had code made it a little different, but generally when you respawned after death you'd wake up pretty much immediately after you died with no, or minimal, injuries wherever you last placed your spawn point.

Time and ages were Hard to measure, between 1) people Spawned In in bodies that were physically children teenagers or full adults totally randomly and then grew until they looked I would say around 30ish and then stopped, which is further complicated with hybrid players who didn't look completely human in the first place, 2) re spawning essentially reset your body to the exact condition it was in when you set your spawn point, making the aging thing worse, 3) staying awake through multiple nights and days was common and not hard either, we didn't get tired or at least did so very slowly, which made counting days hard, 4) we didn't have seasons, but we did have moon phases, so what few things did Need dates was bases on what phase the moon was in (also it was a circle not a square)

MCC was a traditional thing, Pretty similar to the Olympics, it had been going on for a long time, and was open to spectators from all servers

The whole thing was spread out over five days, one game each day, with "tryouts" beforehand to be Selected. It was held starting on every sixth full moon, so that there were five full moons between each one.

Any servers that had wars were required to call a cease-fire for their members to be allowed to compete, but that honestly wasn't super necessary, because it was seen as like a pretty big faux pas to take conflict out of the world it originated in, though some servers explicitly forebid it, mostly public servers like MCC and Hypixel, where it could get you banned

#dreamsmpkin #Dsmpkin #hermitcraftkin #hckin #minecraftkin #mckin #this is like a combination of things from mems from all three of these kins #🖤🤍#🐶#🤍🔥#My mems

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