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c-schroed · 5 months

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Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) Or Why The Probably Most Accurate Movie Adaptation Of Dracula Still Is Not Accurate Enough

I mentioned some time ago - while salivating over the marvellous razor scene of Francis Ford Coppola's Dracula adaptation - that there is quite some stuff to unpack here. And now I found some time to unpack. So let's begin. I'll start with the good stuff, firstly the good stuff that's not in the book (i.e., the Flourishes), than the good stuff that's true to the book (the Well-Conserved). Thirdly, I'll make note of things that were, unnervingly, changed (by which I mean They Came Back Wrong), and then I'll deal with what is unfortunately left out from the book (the Missing). And finally, finally I'll rant over that one bad thing that never was in the book in the first place (a section I'll call JUST WHY?).

So. A tragedy in five acts. Here we go.

Act I - The Flourishes

The razor scene. I think I dealt with this enough by now. It's perfection and I'll die on that hill.

The music. Obviously, Bram Stoker's gothic lil masterpiece is lacking some gorgeous score. But mourn no longer, because Wojciech Kilar cooked up some dashing, pushing tune for us, fitting perfectly to this dark tale of spreading darkness and deepening madness.

Some basic knowledge about blood groups. Yeah, Stoker can't be blamed for this, but still. It's a nice addition to remind us that we do indeed live in a world where blood groups exist.

The Westenra Estate. As much as I pity that the lovely town of Whitby did not make it into the movie, I do love Lucy Westenra's house. Because I'm a sucker for hedge mazes. Simple as that.

Those glasses. Those. Fucking. Nice. Glasses.

Act II - The Well-Conserved

The plot in general. Yes, there are a lot of maddening differences, as we will see soon. But still, this movie at least makes the impression that most of the people working on it had indeed read the darn novel. Which is something that I can't say about many other Dracula adaptations I have seen.

The costumes, the sets, the atmosphere. Well done, everyone!

The Actors. The good thing about being not native in a language is that one is not very prone to dialects that seem off. And as I happen to not be a native speaker of English, I have little problems with Keanu Reeves and Winona Ryder adding some US touch to what should be very, very, v e r y British characters. I even find Reeves perfectly fitting for the oh so darn young Jonathan Harker. And the rest of the cast is marvellous, too (with the exception of Winona Ryder, see below for details). Especially Tom Waits, who is hard-wired to the name of Renfield in my brain ever since I first saw this movie. And Gary Oldman as Dracula… Well. I think I already made clear what opinion I have about that sexy bastard.

Some lucky few of lovely quotes made it over to the film. Dracula's welcome. The Fowl Bauble of Human Vanity, of course. And Qunincey almost making me faint when saying "Little girl" when I least expected it.

Act III - They Came Back Wrong

The dates. Goshdarnit, the dates! It's an epistolary novel, so why make the effort of making up completely new dates for events that already had a precise date in the novel? I just don't get it. And it unnerves me. Every. Fucking. Time.

Time in general. Watching the movie after Dracula Daily makes it feel so very, very hasty. Jonathan travels to Castle Dracula like it's no thing at all. And the first few days in Castle Dracula are condensed into one weird evening.

Dracula meeting Mina before Jonathan is back. I really, really loved the book for avoiding the most terrible tropes. And then comes this movie, and struts right into this terrible pitfall.

Mina. I'm sorry, usually I love the work of Winona Ryder, but here she was way too bland. Maybe it was because her character had quite a revamp (ha. ha.) and no one cared to tell her what new approach she should take. But whatever reason, the clever, adorable train fiend of the original did not deserve this!

Act IV - The Missing

The Voyage of the Demeter is way too short. Where is "But I am captain, and I must not leave my ship"? Where is the poor sea captain tying himself to the wheel? And where is his funeral? Oh, I really missed all that. And, I mean, I don't mind hearing Anthony Hopkins read the lines, but would it have been such an expense to at least hire an additional actor to voice the correspondent or the sea captain?

Jonathan Holding Mina By the Arm. That's really not an objectively big issue. That's just me who fell in love with JonMina after reading this chapter. And almost no one does it properly. They deserve justice!

(Thanks a ton to @smieska for capturing my mood just perfectly!)

Act V - JUST WHY?

Elisabeta. Don't get me wrong here: All of the oh so tragic Drac backstory they invented for this movie is terribly unnecessary. But in this sea of uselessness, the tragically deceased wife of Vlad Țepeș that just so happens to perfectly resemble Mina Murray is an audience-insulting island of unoriginality. I mean, yeah, I guess someone wanted to add some romance to the story of Vlad the Fucking Impaler. Because, well, nineties or so. But Mina, of all women? Why not invent some new character that can be bothered with such stuff? Why ruin an all-nice JonMina ship? I don't get the whole new backstory, and I especially don't get this aspect.

Dracula raping Lucy in his shitty werewolf form. Everything about this is wrong. And it has no relevance for the plot. Just. Blergh.

Epilogue

It's cruel to watch Francis Ford Coppola's take on Dracula right after finishing @re-dracula. I know that now. Everything is still too fresh. It's a good movie, after all, but especially because it's quite good it is frustrating to be so terribly aware of all its shortcomings. In a few weeks or so, I would recommend it, again, I guess. As long as it's still Dracula Off-Season. 7 out of 10 points.

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #dracula 1992 #bram stoker's dracula #dracula movie #francis ford coppola #keanu reeves #winona ryder #anthony hopkins #tom waits #dracula daily #jonmina #jonathan harker #mina harker #movie recommendation #movie review #schroed's thoughts

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atopvisenyashill · 10 days

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I'm team women first and green leaning second but I legit CANNOT for the life of me go out in websites such as tiktok and be associated with people making fatphobic or stillbirth jokes about Rhaenyra because she's been pregnant six times and was probably stress-eating. I get it, she raised taxes, didn't give a shit that whole families of Lannisport women and girls were dragged away from their houses and sold to slavery and raped, and to top it all of she allegedly ordered Nettles to be assassinated after slandering her badly on accounts of her origin but like??? If you want to have beef with her then have beef with her because of these things, not because she had six kids and her body didn't remain the same as when she was 15. Aegon and Helaena were overweight too (baby Helaena liked sweets my little baby and Aegon genuinely had a bigger appetite and to top it all off he was abed for a whole year drinking milk of the poppy every 3-4 business seconds) but I rarely see people joking about their bodies, I mean yes I've seen people write alarming stuff regarding Aegon after he was basically crippled irremediably but my argument stands, if you wanna hate on characters hate them for what they actually had control with.

Sorry for the LONG ASS RANT I needed to get this out of my chest.

SAY THAT SHIT ANON SPEAK YOUR PIECE.

But YEAH, it is incredibly frustrating how like every single post that is critiquing rhaenyra will take a dumb ass cheap shot at her kids and the amount of focus on both rhaenyra gaining weight and emma being skinny, as if tom and phia aren't also skinny, and as if she doesn't do like, genuinely awful shit during the war, is so aggravating. why are we all so focused on everyone's bodies in this series, why does every other think piece need to be about how rhaenyra gained weight because she's evil now or she miscarried as punishment, duh.

people do do that a lot with helaena though - focusing on her weight, laughing at her suicide because she's "boring" which is JUST AS DERANGED. i do think those specific like "rhaenyra has the divine right doncha know" (that's not true because it doesn't exist folks and if you think she saw the white stag because of divinity OR that it showing up on aegon ii's birthday means anything, you have Missed The Fucking Point of that entire episode) people just say the weirdest shit about Aegon and Helaena's bodies and it's like. Stop. Enough. Get some fucking help. Most nobles were overweight in the time period this was based off of anyway because having easy access to fattening foods was a privilege, why are you so weird.

#like i get sometimes george has hangups about weight too but we don't need to ADD TO THEM by being insane #esp when all three of them cast are skinny. why are you only focused on one person's casting. could it be perhaps....#you just don't like that fucking character??#asks #anons

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sweet-demiboi · 1 year

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Trans!Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Warnings: smut, but like eating Eddie out/giving him a blowjob, also fingering him, and him having a praise-kink, you get horny from pleasuring him (is better than it sounds here, I PROMISE) and you have a dick (amab), steamy make-out sessions, kinda sexy times in public, Billy being your supportive bestie, can be read by poc ig, asexuals (basically all people on the ace spectrum) - idk if you're comfortable with eating out somebody else, but if you are, you can read this (also: Eddie is M!Reader's boyfriend already, maybe that makes you more comfortable), m!reader is kinda dominant (but not really top/bottom, I mean he just gives a blowjob)

Summary: You take Eddie out on a date at Hawkin's public pool at night. It quickly becomes quite steamy.

Also: Fem!Readers - I'm not afraid to block you. Just don't interact with this/read it, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

"If my boss finds out about this I'm gonna kill you", Billy says when he hands you his keys to the public pool of Hawkins.

"Yeah, yeah, got it", you snatch them from him and smile sheepishly "Thank you for doing all of this, Bills. It really means a lot to me!"

He sighs "No problem. Just make sure you fuck that guy right, eh", he smirks when you shove him.

"No, seriously, thanks." He only nods while lighting a cigarette, non-verbally asking if you'd also like one.

You decline and get out of the camaro, walking up to your house because Billy had been kind enough to drive you there.

"Good luck, (Y/L/N)", he shouts after you before driving away with screetching tires.

You wave and then get inside - you have two hours for preparing yourself and the location for a date with your gorgeous boyfriend.

You decided to shower first, because hygiene. You put on some cologne and a shirt of 'Iron Maiden' which you might have lent from Eddie without him knowing. You are sure that he will love it on you though, like anytime you wear his clothes.

You snatch three bottles of beer from the fridge and get out of the house again, this time walking up to your own car.

You get in and the first thing you hear when you start the engine is metal. It must be one of Eddie's cassettes he left in here. You don't mind the music and drive to the pool unbothered.

You let yourself in through the entry for 'Employees only!' and put the beer in the fridge that stands in a lazily decorated room for staff.

You also get out the towels you brought and place them near the pool. Happy with the outcome you get back to the car to pick up Eddie from the trailerpark.

When you arrive there your metalhead is already waiting outside, waving at you eagerly. He wastes no time in climbing in your car and kissing you on the cheek as a greeting.

"Hello there", you chuckle "Hi", Eddie's eyes are beaming with joy, making your heart flutter.

"So, where are you taking me?", his curious nature is taking over, making you smile teasingly "Wouldn't be much of a surprise anymore if I told you"

"Buuut otherwise you are technically kidnapping me right now if you don't tell me where we're going"

"Honestly, I don't think you would be opposed to that idea"

"Nah, I wouldn't", Eddie agrees, then he starts commenting on your music: "Listening to pretty cool stuff, pretty boy"

"Mhm, your taste starts growing on me" You continue talking about music and Eddie rants a little about the fun-facts he knows of some bands and D&D as well.

You love listening to him speaking about the things he loves, so you don't bother interrupting him.

You are at the pool when Eddie's stories about magic come to an end and suddenly he looks at you excited.

"What are we doing here?", he asks with a grin spreading over his face.

"Billy gave me the keys. I figured you might like the privacy" You know that Eddie loves swimming but doesn't like all the people whispering about him, his tattoos and top-surgery scars (of which they don't know what caused them).

He leans over and kisses you on the lips this time. His own are soft and you can smell weed, cologne and the fresh tomatos Wayne grows in the small backyard on him. Eddie pulls you closer by the shoulder and you let it happen, let yourself sink into him.

"Been waiting for this", you smile against his lips "Actually, no, sorry, that sounds like I only want to do sexual things with you, which I want, but it's not the main reason of this date. Or our relationship, because I really love your personality and everything and kissing and stuff is just a bonus." Your cheeks go a little red at the rant, but Eddie just smiles.

"I love you too. It's cute when you do that", he kisses the tip of your nose and gets out of the car. You follow after him, a smile on your face.

"Also, that's my shirt!", he exclaims, you don't argue "You left it at mine and I... didn't bother bringing it back to you"

Eddie scoffs playfully at that "How naughty of you" You continue your banter while stripping down, already next to the pool, to your boxers then there is a moment of silence only filled by a grin sneaking on Eddie's face.

When you realise what he's about to do, you are already falling in the water, your boyfriend right behind you. Eddie's laugh is loud when you both are up again, you smack him lightly.

"Jerk" - "Aw, you're so right"

You're diving, make swimming races, battle each other in splashing-competitions and jump in the water from the poolside (Billy would be furious).

When you're both absolutely powered out you get the beer. Sitting next to each other and letting your legs hang in the water is really nice. You lean your head on Eddie's shoulder and basically feel him smile at you.

You take a gulp from your beer "How has your day been so far?"

"Far better since you are here", you smile at that "Dysphoria?" Eddie shruggs "A little" - "Why?"

"No particular reason", he replies "Just...", a sigh follows "My bottom.. like parts- I don't feel so great about them all the time, honestly."

You take his hand in yours in a hope to be comforting "Would you like some convincing of your body being awesome and masc and wonderful?", you ask, Eddie turns his head to you "Hell yeah, what do you have in mind?"

You only smirk at him mieschivously and kiss his lips. You know that he loves making out with you, so you go all out: Caressing his cheeks, touching his back and twisting his nipples. He groans at that.

Your smirk only deepens and you jump back in the water, now you are between his legs. Your feet find a hold on a little ledge under water, so your head is before his crotch.

At first you place your hands on either side of his legs and continue teasing his nipples while pressing yourself upwards with your arms.

Eddie's quiet moans are your reward, plus you love the feeling of his hands in your hair, pulling you towards him even closer.

You scatter his stomach with hickeys and kisses, while you look in his chocolate eyes gleaming from pleasure.

You are at his boxershorts now, two fingers already slipped under the material, still you ask for his permission: "Would you like to take these off so I can continue?"

Eddie nods frantically, making you chuckle. You have never seen him discard his underwear this fast before.

"Aw, are you a little desperate, baby?"

"Y-yes"

"Such a good boy for me, really", you smile, kissing his inner thighs. Eddie whines, edging you on.

"I know baby, you want it bad - just a little more patience and you'll get everything you want."

"Okay", he breathes out, visibly trying to keep his cool.

Your hands travel the sides of his body, graze over his tattoos and finally hold on to his middle "Jesus, I love your slutty little waist so much"

You start massaging his skin, lifting yourself out of the water a little to pepper kisses over his sides, adding a few little red marks.

Eddie is a mess at that point. Whining and moaning lowly the entire time, and you enjoy every sound that comes out of his mouth.

"Baby, you're being so good for me", you praise him "Such a good boy" You know he's actually a slut for being called this and being praised.

One of your hands sneaks down to his crotch and starts playing with his cute little dick, which is already slick with his arousal. Eddie's moanes become high-pitched at that and he looks at you with even more want in his eyes.

"Tell me what you want", you request "You earned it"

"Your tongue, please", his hands are shaking "Between my legs"

"Do you want me to eat you out or suck your dick?"

"B-both, maybe?"

"Both it is", you smile at him and then go down on his body again. You push your face between his legs and start expertantly licking his wet boypussy.

You already know the parts he likes to be taken care of the most, so you start there. For example the little head of his dick. You lick it, take it between your lips and let your fingers graze it, Eddie's a moaning mess either way.

"This feels so good", he whispers out "More, please"

You know what he meant by that, so you push two fingers inside him, which has him moaning so loud, he has to slap a hand over his mouth to not disturb anybody living near the pool.

Your middle- and ring-finger glide in and out of him with ease, hitting his special spot with every thrust. You can feel the little hard spot inside him when moving past his soft, wet walls.

Eddie's breathing now is completely out of control, letting you know that he's about to come. You do what he likes most: Pull your fingers out of him and finish him off with only your tongue inside him.

Your arms grip his thigs while you taste him on your tongue. It's more addictive than smoking to you, so you savor every drop of him, even your chin becomes wet from it.

"I-I'm gonna come!", Eddie almost screams out, not able to hold himself back. As if I didn't know, you think to yourself with a smirk. But your boy likes to let you know about everything concerning his orgasm as you might not let him experience it. You only do that rarely though.

He comes on your tongue with a very guttural moan, making your own dick jump a little. You love it when Eddie is being vocal.

He eventually comes down from his high, but stays lying on his back, trying to catch his breath. You sit down next to him, licking your lips smilingly.

"Did you enjoy it that much, pretty boy?", you ask, pleased with yourself.

"Fuck, yes, I did.", Eddie turns his head in your direction "You're always so good"

You lean down to kiss him again, knowing that he quite enjoys tasting himself on your tongue as well. You were not wrong as Eddie pulls you in, still very much aroused.

He is french-kissing you at a pool at night in a very much homophobic town. The world is perfect in that moment when only the stars are watching and the moon spends light. And you are holding the most precious boy on earth in your arms.

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zipperrants · 1 month

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What is your favorite game that you've made a playthrough of in your YouTuber Dr? Do you have any guests on your channel? Have you ever done a playthrough Collab with someone like Markiplier or something?

Hi so imma gush about this dr because I love it and I never get to talk to people about it. So the game that got me famous(ish) was little nightmares but my favorite game to playthrough was Undertale and Deltarune because I got to do my own voices and I loved that. I do sometimes do videos with Mark and Sean and Ethan and sometimes when Bob and Wade are in town (I live like 30 minutes away from Mark atm although me and Ruby,my wife, want to move) we'll all do videos together. I haven't really done any playthroughs with anyone but me and Wade have been talking about doing a playthrough of bg3 together. Honestly I love this dr and any and all questions are welcomed. I should mention that Mark and Bob and I went to the same college in this dr (I didn't graduate its a long story but I should have graduated) but we all met and got along fairly well. I didn't do drunk minecraft purely because I have some heart issues and at the time my doctor told me to limit any kind of alcohol. I could still have it just not a lot. But now we do distractable together which is basically me getting to know Wade a little more since we did do some things all four of us but Wade was pretty much just someone I knew well enough to be friends with him not like really good friends.

I went on a rant but hey its in my url "zipper rants" so yeah. If you have any more questions feel free to ask

#shifting #shiftblr #shifting realities #reality shifting #desired reality #reality shift #shifters #reality shifter #zipper rants #zipper is back on their bullshit #zipper answers their asks #zipper isnt on drugs they promise #zipper bites #zipper probably needs therapy #interogate zipper please

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alpaca-clouds · 7 months

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So, the French Revolution

Okay, with Castlevania Nocturne coming out, this week's historical rant just has to be about the French revolution, right? Because... It is very funny to me how omnipresent it is in culture, while also... people outside of France know very little about it.

Now, I am German. And we over here were influenced by the French Revolution of course. You know, we had a revolution a bit later, too. And we did the revolution in history class. Twice, in fact. (Due to the German curriculum being kinda weird.)

But at some point I realized that even though we did it in school twice, I... barely knew anything about it. Mostly due to a lot of history around it at least in my time in school being very much Great Man history once again. So we talked about Robspierre and his dudes, we talked about the royalty, we talked about the march on Versailles (somehow leaving out it was a woman's march), and about the storming of the Bastille... But... We left out so much about what was actually happening on a social level in France or even the exact goals of the revolution outside of the good old "Liberté, égalité, fraternité" thingie. And weirdly enough... Our entire class on the end of the revolution was "But it failed". No why. No how. No anything.

And, of course, there also has been this one thing very prevailant in us talking about any of the revolutions. How a certain cheeto colored president would have phrased it: "There were good people on both sides."

And I think this last thing is a bit to present.

While the general idea about the revolution is, that it was kinda good, but also really bad because of all the death and brutality. Which, yeah, kinda is fair. But also... Is a very shallow understanding of what was going on.

What if I was to tell you, that the revolution originally was mostly peaceful?

I know, right? Like, of course there was violence and death, but it was not cruel on the part of the revolutionaries and mostly (partly because most of the clergy supported the revolutionaries) the nobility ended up giving in and tried to play the game in a way that they gave up some privilege, but not all of them. Which ended up with a system in which a lot of people gained political influence... but still about half of the men and all of the women in France had no political power.

And then... No, no guillontine. Not yet. Rather there was a war with Austria and Prussia, which would have happened either way, but there was also a lot of encouragement from the French nobility and royalty for Austria-Prussia to invade France to restore the old order.

And when those invading forces were pushed back... that was the moment when the violence and the "reign of terror" errupted. And the people started calling for bigger change. For a system were possibly EVERYONE could hold political power.

When media tackles the French revolution, it usually fails to deal with all those details. It also basically goes like: "Yeah, typical left-wing infighting," when it comes to the conflict between the revolutionary groups, completely ignoring what that infighting was about (it was about whether polical power should be for all people or just those owning land, also some stuff that we today would call civil rights and some early ideas that later on communism and the like would build upon).

I honestly do feel like we should do better teaching this.

While most people tend to agree that "overthrowing the royalty" was a good thing, a lot of people will go: "But they went too far!" And I gotta ask: "What was too far?" Like, sure, there was a lot of murder... But be aware that this murder was not unsided. And also... This entire thing happened after a lot of people starved to death. Which... Also constitutes murder?

#history #french revolution #european history #revolutionary history #castlevania nocturne #history rant

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bardcore-jaskier · 1 year

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♡ Jaskier rant/vent ♡

Hiya, here is a long ass rant/vent about my Netflix Witcher frustrations with how the show-runners are treating Jaskier's character. Because even though I love the books and games, I couldn't give a rat's ass about the changes Lauren made to the witcher plot. Because if it were to be adapted into a show following the source material word for word, page for page, it wouldn't be worth watching because I already know the damn story. It's refreshing to see these changes, new ideas etc. But ofc, I do still have a bone to pick with them.

The venting part:

Ok, so you know how in my bio it says that this is a Jaskier centric blog and that Jaskier deserves to be loved? Yeah, that's because I'm salty AF, the saltiest motherfucker on Earth right now. Because the way Netflix or...mostly Lauren treat Jaskier as a character on this show is atrocious! A beloved fan favorite they intend to milk but know not how, using him instead as nothing other than comedic relief and the occasional tool to move the plot in a certain direction.

They're stingy with his character development, with his screen time, with complexity. When we see him in pain it is later dismissed, as if it never happened. Where are his bruises and burns from Rience's torture? He was bleeding from his mouth, he had probably taken a few punches to his face. And Rience held his flame to Jaskier's fingers for at least five seconds, the heat of which compares to a lit match, nobody could walk away from something like that without second degree burns that would take many weeks to heal. And in Jaskier's case? Walking around with an exposed wound like that, touching things all the time, crawling across a dirty floor under the table when the witchers were fighting Voleth Mier? He realistically should have had a serious infection by now.

Also, tell me I am not the only one who noticed this, and I ask myself this quite often: Why OH WHY does it seem like the ONLY people who enjoy Jaskier's company, his presence, him in general, are the audiences he performs for and the elves? Everybody else seems to either shit on him the moment they see him or keep him around because he's loyal and amusing.

Idk about you, but I don't take kindly to the fact that the only character to treat Jaskier with respect and dignity in season 2 was Yennefer. Although THANK FUCK for Yennefer, I fucking LOVE her so much! But yeah.....

Like sure thing, Geralt evidently trusts Jaskier a lot, he is obviously fond of him, but to be honest I haven't seen enough of that fondness on screen to get the impression that their friendship is just like their bromance in the books. In season 1 they only show us scenes of Geralt barely putting up with Jaskier, ignoring him, insulting his singing (which is basically Jaskier's core, his life, his everything, it's what he lives and breathes for), barely admitting to their friendship out loud and then blaming Jaskier for everything that went wrong in his life! Like dude, I know Jaskier isn't exactly a pure and innocent cinnamon roll, I'm aware that he is a slutty little trouble magnet who can sometimes talk too much, but he is also a good friend! Even with whatever little screen time he gets, he is every inch the good friend that Dandelion is in the books!

In season 1 it's very clear that he cares, he asked Geralt if he's ok, he said "Talk to me", he tried to help Geralt deal with Borch's fake death, he offered Geralt an opportunity to go on a vacation, because he gives a fucking damn about him. Even in Cintra, when he asked Geralt for a favor, aka guard him, he made a comment about rubbing chamomile on his body, aka most likely massaging Geralt's sore arse muscles after a hunt.

But Geralt? Just the bare fucking minimum, saving Jaskier's life a few times, a few fond smiles here and there, otherwise looking rather uninterested in Jaskier's life. A brick wall that barely says anything nice to him. Or well, looks like talking to him in general is a chore.

And season 2? Whoooo boy! Jaskier still cares! Though he has to pry basic human decency out of Geralt in that jail cell at Oxenfurt:

- "We don't have time, we need to go"

- "Are you sure? Because the last time we saw eachother, you basically told me to fuck off, remember? And you left me on a mountain!"

- "Jaskier.."

- "Don't fucking Jaskier me, I'm talking to you, this is how this works!"

Jaskier still makes do with Geralt's pathetic arse "I need your help" and leaves EVERYTHING in his life behind to be there for Geralt. He left his Sandpiper smuggling business, he didn't even get to pack a bag, trailing after Geralt like a loyal dog, still wearing the shirt he was tortured in, with his dried blood on it, because Geralt needed his friend.

Thankfully Geralt seems to be doing better by Jaskier in the second season, but not nearly enough to be enough! I mean, Geralt came for Jaskier only when he needed something from him, didn't apologize to him until Jaskier hinted at the problem (Via discussing Yennefer's betrayal, she's been pushed into a corner, she's desperate, it's why people do stupid things and SAY stupid things). And Geralt's apology was shit, because he didn't offer it until Jaskier had accidentally guilt tripped him into it. And Jaskier? Yeah, no, he might have forgiven his friend for the Mountain, but he is still human, he's still got feelings and knew he deserved an apology. However, right there and then it clearly wasn't the right time, whatnot with Geralt's apology being too simple and nonchalant, not nearly serious and earnest enough to undo the hurt that had given birth to Burn Butcher Burn. Not to mention the dwarves being within earshot and the dangerous mission ahead. Which is why I understand why Jaskier brushed off Geralt's pathetic attempt at making amends with a joke.

When I was watching the Rare Species episode of season 1, the expression on Jaskier's face after getting shouted at by his best friend honestly broke my fucking heart. So when season 2 aired, I started binging it with high hopes of getting to see Geralt apologizing, them becoming friends again, Geralt being a better friend to Jaskier while also being badass as shit with his child surprise, battling monsters etc. But I did not expect it to fall so flat and I did not expect for LITERALLY EVERYONE to treat Jaskier like absolute dog shit. INCLUDING THE SHOW RUNNERS!

Geralt was basically using Jaskier for his loyalty, the dwarves found Jaskier's presence as the most annoying thing ever, Ciri literally fucking ignored him in all of their scenes together, the show-runners fucking forgot that Jaskier was tortured and filmed every scene with Joey in it as if Rience never happened, then for some dumb reason Lambert fucking had to be more of a prick than necessary, effectively alienating Jaskier with one single word, when that man had done nothing to deserve it!

FUCK!!!

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totaleclipse573 · 3 months

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I've talked about there needing to be some changes in Terios' lore post to match the more current ideas before, yall want to hear about one of them? (Bit of a rant warning bc ofc, its oc universe)

So for a while I was thinking about how to make sense of Terios also being around during the events of Sth2005 in this au, since here both technically happen together. I even went back and watched the cutscenes for the game, especially since I found out there's a video that has the script perfectly translated from Japanese and gave me even more to work with. What I came up with to have this work is kind of simple (to me, at least,) but I think it works well

In the actual game, Doom wants Shadow to collect the Chaos Emeralds, right? In the au, Doleon uses Terios to help him find the Shards of Chaos. Doleon may not seem like it sometimes but he's smart as shit. He KNOWS about the Chaos Emeralds. Sure, they could never come CLOSE to the power he knows the Shards of Chaos possess, but its still A LOT, especially ADDED to what he already had planned! Two little hedgehog puppets, two sets of all-powerful gems at his disposal, if all goes as planned (which it WILL, he's 100% sure of that.) How perfect would that be?!

So, he basically just plays gaslighter on both of them, simultaneously (keeping with his manipulation of Shadow in the actual game.) After sending Terios out on a task, he'll check in on Shadow. And Shadow? He's PERFECT for this. He doesn't go astray…usually. Doleon has found him to be rather stubborn. But, at least its better than Terios, always getting sidetracked, failing, he raised him better than that! There IS that possible risk of them accidentally meeting too early…but Doleon is sure to be cautious of that. Keep their directed locations far apart, and the chances of that decrease significantly.

THEN SOON ENOUGH, after both have made a good amount of progress, Doleon sends them out to fight one another. First he goes with Terios, he's easier to manipulate and control. This is it, this is all he's been training for. Go and show no mercy! But haha, you know, just in case you need a reminder!! You know what happens if you fail me again.

Then he goes to Shadow. Oh, you're doing well with the Chaos Emeralds, yeah, but we have a problem lol. This hedgehog? Black and white? Long tail? He wants to stop us. And I need YOU to stop him first, got it? SO GO DO THAT. And he goes to do that.

And I've had this random scene in my head when they face one another where Shadow finally gets a good look at the "hedgehog" he's fighting and is like you look like me??? A lot??? The thing is that Terios has kind of never seen himself? Ever? Is this supposed to be a distraction? Because it won't work! He'll just fight back harder, what an insult!

A bit after that, the whole experience was FOR SURE strange to Shadow. And when Doleon goes to face him again? Well, Shadow's strong will and stubbornness really shines here. After that, and a lot of stuff before, he remembers THINGS. So bro is going to rebel against Doleon now. He'll get him back, soon enough. For now, he still has Terios, he can still get the most important set of gems he needs. He'll get the Chaos Emeralds at a later time, be it through Shadow, or on his own.

(Bonus bc after Terios decides to join the heroes, at one point, he's finally able to see his own reflection. He's not really concerned about the blood or the bruises or any of that...that was kind of normal with Doleon. But what catches his interest? His general look. The black fur, the stripes, the fur on his chest, the quills...he does look like Shadow. In a lot of ways. And it scares him.)

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic fandom #sonic au #oc universe au #shadow the hedgehog #sonic oc #terios the darkhog #doleon doom #black doom #shadow the hedgehog 2005 #shadow the hedgehog (game)#terios lore #ig ill add #doleon lore?#too in some parts

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corvuserpens · 9 months

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So yeah, yesterday I decided to FINALLY watched The Meg bc everyone kept saying it was a silly fun shark movie... AND THEY WERE RIGHT. It was AWESOME.

I went in expecting practically nothing, and it blew me away. The story premise is ridiculous and it totally feels like the director, actors and crew 100% knew that and embraced it! The movie never takes itself too seriously, it practically tells you to just kick back and enjoy it for what it is, which is exactly what makes it so much fun. It's an exciting comedy horror about a giant prehistoric shark in present day Earth, the CGI is dubious but the cinematography makes up for it with some great, well composed shots. For example, when Suyin is in the trench and is being attacked by a giant squid? That in itself is pretty cool imagery, but then you see the Megalodon swimming over her sub with the squid in its mouth in the gloom, illuminated from below?? WOW????

Then the characters are like, surprisingly deep? They have interesting backstories that inform us on who they are and while Jonas is the only one who gets some screen time for his Big Trauma, we later learn that Lori might have blown up a whaler ship for an environment organization and that's how she learned to pilot? And that Suyin had a tough relationship with her dad but they love each other so much that with his dying breath he tells her how proud he is, that she already surpassed him as a scientist and he hopes Meying will grow up to be just like her? And we get all of that with some very organic, short dialog or like 3-4 minute scenes, which is rare these days. Legit good writing where it is most needed, all the more sober scenes are well-acted and so immersive, the characters are so likable I ended up rooting for all of them to survive (except that billionaire whose name I didn't bother to learn, everyone else I remember except him, FUCK that guy). Even the side characters, though flat, were interesting because the actors gave them so much personality!

And, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S A WHOLESOME CISHET SHIP WITH JASON STATHAM WITH VERY LITTLE SEXUAL TENSION BUT A LOT OF ROMANTIC TENSION?? WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT??? Seriously, I was shipping Jonas and Suyin so hard, their interactions were adorable. How he goes from being the typical Tough Manly Man Who Is Super Competent And Punches All The Bad Guys While Wearing The Same Tough Guy Face All Movie to genuinely caring for the whole Mana One crew and respecting Suyin as an accomplished female scientist in her own right who knows what she's doing and is also brave and headstrong herself... Much 'aww'ing' was done.

Not to make this too long a rant, I love talking about movies I enjoyed, sorry, but a few other small things I liked about it: that Lori and Jonas remained good friends who care and support each other, and want the other's happiness even being divorced, we need more of that! And Dr. Heller apologizing to Jonas and meaning it for saying he was crazy and basically ruining his life (plus Jonas forgiving him in the end), definitely wanna see more of that! Jonas' friendship with Meying, THAT WAS SO CUTE, I COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM!! The gags were all genuinely funny, I was laughing through most of the movie, and the jump scares got me more than a couple of times (though that might be a fault on my part, I'm a big wussy and I am not afraid to admit it). The action is so. DUMB. But it's the kind that it's so dumb it's good, y'know?

Final note, I gotta say, let Jason actually act more because he's really good and directors keep hiring him to play a stoic emotionless hero when he can do so much more? He has impeccable comedic timing, his line delivery no matter how bonkers, always lands, he's REALLY CHARMING and y'all are wasting his potential imo. Given, I haven't really watched many of his movies after the Transporter franchise, but for example, I loved him in The Italian Job and a couple of weeks ago I started watching Homefront and I was enjoying it because he gets to play a widower with a young daughter in a new town, and now I definitely need to finish it bc I'm a sucker for father/daughter dynamics.

Anyway, yeah, if you like sharks, B-movies or just something fun to watch that will make you laugh, go watch The Meg. It's good enough to convince me to go watch the sequel next August. Can't wait!

#the meg #a crow's rants

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sea-saur · 2 months

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gender rant under the cut

ok here's the thing i've been on t for a little over a year now and i had top surgery back in september of '22 so like i'm cooking right im a little guy in an incubator and my voice has changed for sure and my bottom growth is growing and im getting more hair in places etc etc so like things are happening right. but i'm also 5'2" and have a big ole ass and while my voice has changed it isn't changed enough to pass and while yes i have more body hair plenty of cis girls have more body hair than me and like basically i'm getting on and off dysphoria for not passing. i don't even WANT to pass as a cis man, i just want to NOT be read immediately as a girl. you know? and frankly i'm happy with the body hair and bottom growth and it'd be nice if my fat redistribution kicked in a little more but i'm comfortable with my weight etc etc like....frankly i think it's mostly the voice. the voice and the face. like if my face looked more boyish and my voice sounded more boyish i think the rest of my body would coast cause i've seen enough chubby guys of various shapes to not really feel that self conscious about my body. it's the face and voice that sell it.

and the other thing is like....i have this thing where it's like 'i don't pass as a boy therefore i'm not one' when i don't put that requirement on any other queer person but for ME living it mentally? it's hard to put together the 'i walk around and am read as a girl, and i was raised as a girl, and hell i frankly WAS a girl up until my 20's like that's a part of who i am and im not ashamed of that, i love child me she is important to who i am as a person and frankly i'm grateful to be trans in that way, i think growing up a girl can make me a better guy" (and yeah there's a lot of privilege to be able to say i love being trans, i'm in a large city and work in an industry where queerness is accepted and often celebrated so like. i know. i'm really very very lucky and im extremely grateful for that) but mentally, it's hard for me to even see myself as a transmasc person when i don't SEE it physically, AND because my insides are still me. like i'm still me. and i didn't grow up as feeling like a boy in a girls body. i'm still some kind of nonbinary, still very queer in general, like being bi puts an interesting spin on this too since i have never been and don't associate my personal self with lesbian spaces, or gay men spaces, i sort of float in any queer generalities that people are into. but yeah, never really clicked with lesbian specific environments. i love lesbians but im just not one.

BUT i was raised a girl, so i feel COMFORTABLE around women, often times more than men. queer people in general of any gender are number 1, but ya know. the gist is coming off of a gig the last month that was very queer coded in the musical we were doing, and being surrounded by queer women making lesbian jokes, i felt...simultaneously left out (no one was leaving me out, to be clear, i mean within my own personal identity crisis lol) and also too included. i don't know. a lot of it is in my head, people are often good about my pronouns and frankly i don't KNOW how my usual colleagues see me as a person, if they have to work harder to reframe their interpretation of me away from "girl" and into "transmasc person" since i worked with a number of them before i started medically transitioning. thankfully i always read as a queer person haha. i have that going for me, which does feel very affirming.

idk. even my own apartment decor gives me dysphoria sometimes, which drives me crazy!! i like my apartment decor! I keep trying to do little things to "masc" it up, neutralize it a little, even tho i love all the things i've put in my home. i need new curtains.

there's nothing more to do about it right now i guess, besides try and take more active steps toward my legal name change, and potentially switching from t gel to injections, but that scares me because i'm afraid of doing it wrong and hurting myself. the gel is safer that way. and the dose is daily so i think it gives are more consistent level throughout the week. i also don't know exactly how much i want to pass as "just some guy" even tho this entire rant is literally about that. i think that my fear is that i look cis/straight, which frankly idk that i ever even would based on how i am as a person, so idk why i'm worried about it. basically, i want to stop feeling like i'm 'pretending' to be transmasc. cause sometimes it feels like it's all a lie and im actually just a girl who doesn't want to be a girl but is stuck as one. especially since i don't want to be a cis guy either. i also don't want to lose my ties to my past - i don't connect with womanhood, but i don't want to lose the "sisterhood" for lack of a better term? But also really want to be part of the queer "brotherhood" that i feel like i can't be based on where i am as a person? idk i feel a lot of the time that when im in my own home, im just a little goosey guy. the second i leave my apartment and im percieved, i'm a masculine woman to the world. and even tho masculine women are the fucking shit, im just not that!! and so. dysphoria.

#transmasc #gender rant #it's really train of thought under there #basically a diary entry lol like i needed to get this out #like why do i still feel like a girl in my head!!#it drives me crazy!#fuck!

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herofics · 2 years

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say whaaat your requests are open?? Ok let’s not overhype too much let’s just write the request down dammit *realizes I don’t even fucking know what character I want it written for* SHIT

Okay so here’s the deal - I have OCD. Like, the not wearing the same clothes indoors and outdoors because outdoors is dirty. Yes, even socks. And underwear. And lots of hand washing with this particular brand of soap and lots of wiping my phone and phone case with disinfectant wipes. Like if someone comes into my room and sits in my bed with outside clothes I’d practically die. When I say it like this it sounds minor but I’m missing out on lots of relationships because I can’t bring people home. I’m pretty much isolated in my own bubble because I’m so afraid of letting people in because it “crawls”

The crawling is why I’m even requesting something. Think of it like if I touch something dirty, a million ants start running under my skin and it won’t stop until I wash my hands in so warm water that my hands get numb. Sometimes when shit crawls it doesn’t get off no matter how much or how thoroughly I wash my hands and I just break the fuck down. (I’m just ranting at this point pls ignore)

tl;dr - Bakugo and/or Dabi (separate) walking in on their s/o having some kind of OCD meltdown. Maybe they’ve tried to hide it until now but this is the first time they’re at s/o’s place or something for extra angst sprinkles on top.

Take care, you’re one of my favorite writers <3

I just did Bakugou, mainly because I feel like Dabi would be quite shitty about something like this and he just wouldn’t really get it. They’re in their early twenties as you requested in the second ask. I don't really know if I'm able to write this well, but I tried. This is probably the type of thing not many people are interested in, but it’s enough for me that you wanted me to write this, and I’d love to hear if you liked it anon. This ended up a bit long, so I put it under the cut. I know this is probably not very realistic, but it’s comfort and fanfiction so eh. Also I appreciate the tl;dr soooo much, and thanks for liking my stuff :D

“Not now, not now, not now” you muttered.

You could feel it starting again, the crawling. You walked straight to the bathroom and started washing your hands. The water was already warm, but you turned it to even warmer, until you couldn’t really feel your hands.

Katsuki was supposed to come over for the first time and now you were considering cancelling the whole thing. You knew it would annoy him to no end if you cancelled again, but he would understand, hopefully. You realized you’d been washing your hands the whole time you’d been thinking about what to do, and in addition to being numb, they were now very red.

You stopped and dried your hands thoroughly. You could get through this, you could.

When Katsuki arrived he was in a moderately good mood, which basically meant he was less annoyable than usual.

Bakugou took his shoes off and put them neatly into the shoe rack. He didn’t want to be a messy guest.

“So what’s going on?” he asked as you walked into the living room.

You just stood next to the couch for a moment, before you realized you should probably let him sit down. You motioned to the couch and both of you sat down. You just looked down at your hands. They were still just slightly red.

“I asked what’s going on” Bakugou repeated.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I guess I’m just a bit nervous about this whole thing” you said nervously. “Btw I don’t know if this is a bit of a weird ask, but could you wash your hands, since you came from outside?” you added carefully.

“Yeah sure. Can I do it in the kitchen?” he shrugged nonchalantly.

Bakugou was aware of your OCD, and even though he found some of the things you did a bit odd, he didn’t mind. If washing his hands would make you feel more comfortable with having him in your home, he had no problem with doing that.

When you had washed your hands before, the crawling had subsided a little bit, but now you could feel it coming back. It was hard to have someone in your home, especially someone who wouldn’t be able to take the same precautions as you could. He couldn’t switch from outside clothes to inside clothes or things like that, but you would just have to bare it. You didn’t want to chase him away, but at the same time you were incredibly uncomfortable having someone else in your home.

Bakugou sat back down on the couch after he had washed his hands.

“You’ve got a damn nice place” he said, looking around from the sofa.

“Thanks, I don’t know if I ever told you but I liked your place too”

Bakugou looked you up and down and noticed you were rubbing your hands together and scratching them pretty hard. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away and looked down.

“Sorry” you said quietly.

“Don’t worry about it, if you’re not ready, then you just fuckin aren’t” he growled.

You were really feeling it now. You had to go wash your hands, you couldn’t bare it.

“Could you excuse me for a minute?” you asked, and walked swiftly out of the room, before he could even answer.

You went to the bathroom and pumped some soap on your hand, before turning the water to almost as hot as it could go. You started rubbing your hands together vigorously, but no matter how much you washed them, the crawling just didn’t go away. You were starting to tear up, and your hands were going numb and very red.

Bakugou was sitting on the couch, but since you had been gone for almost five minutes now, he decided to go check on you. He could hear the water running in the bathroom, so he knocked.

“You okay in there?” he asked.

“I-I’m fine” you answered with a teary voice.

“You sure? You sound upset” he said, getting worried.

“Oh god why won’t it go away?” you hissed from between your teeth.

Bakugou decided to take the risk of you getting mad at him, and he pulled the door open.

He just stared for a second, the water was literally steaming hot and you were just crying while scrubbing your hands with it. He thought you were hurting yourself on purpose.

“Fuckin stop that” Bakugou exclaimed, and turned the water off, keeping his hand on the handle so you couldn’t turn it back on.

“No, no, no please, I need to make it stop!” you cried out.

“Need to make what stop? What are you talking about?” he asked, still keeping his hand on the handle, even though you were trying to pry it away.

“It’s-it’s like ants under my skin and-and I need to make it stop” you said, grabbing his shirt and pressing your forehead to his chest, trying to calm your breathing.

Bakugou wasn’t sure if he should touch you, but since you had initiated it he wrapped his arm around you.

“It’s okay” he said and rubbed your back.

You just stood there with Bakugou. He didn’t seem to mind the situation, even though you felt awful about him seeing you like that.

Eventually the crawling subsided enough for you to think clearer.

“I’m sorry, it just gets bad sometimes” you said quietly, putting a bit of distance between yourself and Bakugou.

“You weren’t hurting yourself, I think I got that pretty damn wrong” he said.

“No, or at least I don’t think of it like that. It’s just the only way I know how to make the crawling stop” you said, rubbing your hands together.

Bakugou offered his hand to you, since remembering your previous reaction, he didn’t just want to grab you.

You took his hand hesitantly, and sighed in relief when it didn’t make your skin feel weird again.

Bakugou just gave you a small smile and asked: “Is there something I can do?”

“No, not really, but I appreciate you asking” you said.

Bakugou didn’t know what to do, but he was sure you would tell him as you continued forward with your relationship.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #comfort #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #ocd

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twilightknight17 · 4 months

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Last night on P5T: We start the DLC at last, jet-set into a twister of nonsense, find mice instead of squids, and I freak out a bit over Satanael~

If you want to skip me ranting about the Velvet Room, scroll down to the big bold text. XD

Look at him. He’s beautiful. And he knows megidolaon!

But my Quest for Satanael, I feel, has exposed another flaw in this game. It’s not a problem if you’re just playing straight through, but if you’re my dumb ass and you want to finish the compendium/obtain Satanael/forge the best weapons, it starts to become an issue.

Fusion is expensive if you’re pulling things out of the compendium. You need personas of specific levels to fuse the weapons, and obviously the best weapons are very high level personas, which won’t drop during battle. Special fusions like Lucifer, Chi You, and Satanael have five or six components each. The cost can be mitigated some by using personas obtained during fights, but in that case, you lose skill options if you’re trying to pass on a specific one via fusion chain. (I can’t imagine trying to get a specific skill on a high-level persona in this game. Ugh. At least megidolaon was a base skill on one of Satanael’s ingredients.)

Which brings us to the actual issue: there’s… no good way to get money in this game.

Money is purely obtained from winning battles. There are no bits and bobs to sell, no money from releasing unneeded personas, nothing. Which means that if you are trying to raise enough money to pay for your multitude of weapons and high-level persons, you are going to be replaying prior battles.

A Lot.

The battles in the final kingdom give around 10K yen, from what I can tell. That can be boosted to around 18K if all three party members have a sub-persona with the “Easy Money” skill. In comparison, personas like Michael and Lucifer (components of Satanael), cost somewhere in the 20-25K range to call from the compendium. You need Michael to make Lucifer in the first place, so you’re going to have to summon him from the compendium at least once.

I don’t know if I did something wrong or inefficiently or what, but I spent the whole game feeling like I barely had enough money for the things I wanted. New weapons often broke the bank, and I wasn’t always using Easy Money because I wanted to actually take specific skills or personas into battle. By the time I was trying to get Satanael, I was basically grinding the same mission multiple times in a row because I knew I could finish it in the least number of turns. It's a little disheartening after unlocking all the endgame bonuses and tricks in Royal and racking up hundreds of thousands of yen in one go to spend on fusion.

That’s not even counting the fusion accidents. The first time I went to fuse Satan (also a component of Satanael), the forge exploded. That probably should have been my cue to start save-scumming, but I didn’t. I assumed that special fusions were immune to fusion accidents. They are not. I placed all of Satanael’s components in the forge and it exploded, wasting least 30K yen.

In hindsight, I probably could have loaded the autosave. But I honestly forgot that the autosave was happening. I always saved manually when I stopped and didn’t worry about anything else. But that’s not the point.

The point is that Satanael should not have been able to explode. X’D

(Side note: fusing Lucifer got a special animation. It’s the only one so far. Why just him???)

But yeah. My compendium still isn’t done, and I’m not even close to the best weapons. I kind of want to take them into merciless mode for NG+, so that means going back and grinding more. But not right now. Right now, we’re off to Spray Paint Land.

It’s time for DLC!

We begin this chilly November late afternoon/evening/whatever with more Quality Morgana Faces.

It has to be November, because Goro’s on the team at this point. Plain and simple. There’s literally only like a 3-week period this can take place in. Akira receives a text from Sumi that says she wants him to meet her in a nearby alley. I guess she was on her way to the cafe. But Morgana says that he knows when to mind his own business, and to call if Akira needs anything.

Call what phone, Mona? Are you gonna answer the cafe phone? Just admit you wanna nap.

Wait. Wait. Morgana. Wake up. The plot is happening. Wake up!

Well, I suppose that means Goro isn’t the artist. He wouldn't have had time while all the Okumura stuff was happening. All these sad mice, tho. Very strange. And isn’t Guernica the artist from Ib? I went on a classic RPGMaker horror kick a few weeks back. I’d watched Angels of Death a while ago and really liked it, and so I watched playthroughs of Ib and Mad Father for the first time. Ib was good, Mad Father was… mediocre, I think.

...oh. That’s Guertena. Neeeeeeevermind.

So, Sumi wants to show you a mural of Arsène being eaten by a giant rat. Which is… not what I was expecting the mural of Akira’s persona to look like. As they puzzle over how the hell a picture of Arsène ended up in a random alley in Yongen, Goro also shows up, ready to investigate.

…...I swear to god, Atlus, why is he the only one who you won’t call by his first name? Also, how is he here to investigate? How did he know about a random mural in the backstreets when everyone is busy paying attention to the giant one on the security building?

He asks if Sumi and Akira had anything to do with this mural, then laughs at Sumi when she gets all flustered by the question. They speculate on the artist’s motives for a bit, since Guernica’s identity is unknown, and then Akira hears a voice calling for the Phantom Thieves from inside the wall.

This made me laugh very hard for inside joke reasons, but Goro assures Sumi that there is no way that there is a person trapped in that wall.

But the mural starts to glow, Arsène disappears, and everything and all of us start getting sucked into the rat’s mouth. And I love and appreciate Sumi dearly, but… none of us are safe here, and you have had your persona for like a month. I should be protecting you.

Joker arrives in a spray-paint covered cityscape, and I already love this place. Holy shit the colors. We’re immediately thrown into a battle, and shooting the little dudes throws paint all over the ground around them. Hehehe. It’s like we’re in Splatoon or something.

...oh. I was joking. But we ARE in Splatoon!

When you’re standing on the enemy’s color, you can’t do anything. No attacks or skills. So there’s definitely an element of strategizing here. I really like it, even if I did die on my first attempt because I was figuring out how it all worked.

……Lavenza, I appreciate the classic literature, but you’re scaring me just a little. XDDDD

Anyway, Joker gets surrounded, the other two jump in to save him, and we get a minor pointing Spiderman meme of “wait, you have powers?” It’s also a little silly because Sumi’s idle stance is a constant pose. Your arms are gonna hurt.

Sumi clarifies to Goro what happened in the Palace when she awakened, and he’s just glad she can fight, even if she’s not formally a Phantom Thief. He clarifies that he is only sort of kind of a Phantom Thief for reasons that would take too long to go into.

...my dear, that is every situation involving these two.

But no, this is completely unrealistic. Goro would have at least a question or two about a random Palace that just spawned somewhere. If this game doesn’t imply that he asked something before January…….

They hear screaming, and a have their first encounter with a non-hostile denizen of this world, who collapses in Sumi’s arms, begs for help, and explodes into paint, leaving Sumi concerned and traumatized. X’D

Goro reminds her that these are cognitions, not even bothering to hide how confident he is in his knowledge about the metaverse, and the trio follows the continuing screams to a mouse massacre.

A crazed woman with a parrot is just gunning down vast amounts of cute mouse people. Paint is going everywhere. It’s insane. Even Goro is put off by the sight.

Meanwhile, Sumi refuses to stand for this and just goes right up to confront the problem.

The bird’s name is Jerri, and I had to message Po in the middle of this, because I was having a crisis.

I can’t unsee it. Help.

Anyway, this is Guernica, and she wants to paint the walls with our blood!

Fortunately, everyone is rescued by a mysterious hole opening up under us, and we meet our savior.

Well… one of us is.

This is Luca, and she’s so happy to see us, because she wants us to help Guernica. Apparently, she was different before Jerri showed up. She felt a kinship with the Phantom Thieves and their quest against corruption. Now, she has strange powers to "peer into people's hearts", and her art can… basically cause a variation of a psychotic breakdown.

Apparently her mental state is fucked because someone stole her Treasure (the first piece of art she ever made) and broke it into pieces. The memo section says, "She was driven to carnage by the theft of her heart's core, prompting her to go on killing sprees in the Metaverse." Which has some WILD implications that I doubt the game is gonna touch on. X’’’’D

Luka also takes us to see this world’s version of the Arsène mural, which is… gruesome? Like, there’s bones sticking out.

Apparently this art was Guernica’s last cry for help before she snapped completely. And she knows what Akira’s persona looked like because of that power to “peek into people’s hearts”. It’s a bit wobbly, but we’ll go with that for now.

Guernica’s “first statement” is in three pieces, so we’re off to retrieve the first one. And I love Luca already.

Jerri wants us to hand over Luca. I might have considered it if she didn’t call me a mop. She claims she’ll send us right home, but that sounds like bullshit.

Also, shoutout to Goro for using his “real” voice here. Time to get dangerous~

It’s nice to hear, because I actually find myself missing abrasive, snarky third-sem Goro compared to the Detective Prince.

This whole thing is such a wild vibe of Splatoon, TWEWY, and Jet Set Radio. The music is fun, the aesthetics are top-notch, and so far the levels have had that extra level of challenge of working with the paint mechanics. It’s really great.

Luka’s ability is creating “manholes” to warp from place to place, and Goro is quickly getting tired of having to jump down them. XD

Our hideout is basically down in the sewers. Luca fished new weapons out of the trash for us, and there’s no Velvet Room, so I guess we’re stuck with whatever sub-personas drop during the battle stages.

We get to have a fun conversation about bouldering, and I caught Goro blinking in the picture, but he actually looks genuinely surprised that you’d want to come try his hobby.

I love the mental image of the three of them going rock-climbing together.

And then, tragically, the Switch ran out of battery. But I’m loving it so far! This is a fun side-story, even if I am a little skeptical of how they’re going to justify everything when they get back to the real world. I’d need to go watch the beginning of January again, but I’d swear there was explicit dialogue that neither of them knew the other had powers beforehand.

Oh well. A thought for another day. Right now, we wonder what kind of disguised god named itself “Jerri”. XDDD

#Li plays P5T #loooong post #just scraping the image limit; blame the cool spray paint XDDD

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dykerica · 1 year

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Could you please elaborate on either your transfem or lesbian Ethan Morgan headcanons? I love them!

OKAY IM ANSWERING THIS UNDER THE CUT BCUS I GOT TOO EXCITED AND RANTED A LOT SORRY !!!

(also these became more like serious gender things rather than silly goofy ones so if you want those instead hmu)

first! i hc ethan as autistic + lesbian basically 100% of the time, and i switch between transfem + transmasc depending on how i'm feeling tbh

for both of the gender hcs i stay with ethan never feeling a big connection with his birth gender growing up and also not really understanding the insanity surrounding feminine vs masculine gender roles / stereotypes / actions etc (this is where the autism hc gets relevance). so i think child ethan was extremely gender apathetic which leads to a "more masc" presentation in general because people tend to view neutral = masculine when it comes to things about gender.

i do think (going the transfem route) ethan realizing she's a girl/girl adjacent is like kinda chill almost? its probably a realization that happens closer to highschool if not during her freshman year, because while i don't think ethan would ever be presenting super feminine i do think she's always admired it / loved it from afar basically. i do think eventually it just kinda clicks for her, lots of relief about like no longer feeling the need to be a Macho Man but also some like "am i not girl enough bcus of all my stereotypical nerdy guy interests?" this is when ethan is introduced to the existence of the magic the gathering -> trans girl pipeline and it's def a process but i think the fact she's never really understood why certain things are gendered makes it a bit easier. she's a girl and she likes girls <3

i don't really see ethan ever presenting super feminine, like she'll grow her hair out and go on E but she's not really wearing skirts and dresses around town UNLESS she's playing dressup with jane bcus jane got SO EXCITED to play dressup with her big sister that ethan just couldn't say no. also i don't know if there's like an already existing widely spread transfem ethan name hc (?) but im fond of eve personally.

FOR THE TRANSMASC LESBIAN HC: i think ethan being aware he's transmasc is something on the outskirts of his mind since childhood, especially once Jane is born and there's a very stark difference between their behaviors as "little girls". However i don't think ethan was ever like "oh yeah im not a girl im a MAN" which leads to this weird like "okay im not a man but im super comfortable presenting more masculine and im not really a girl either but i still feel slightly connected to "girlhood" despite never really doing it quote unquote right". this is when ethan discovers the amazing concept of BUTCH LESBIANS, so he changes his name / pronouns and goes on T. like he's very girlboy, boygirl even, girl who is a boy who is a girl who is a lesbian. his first crush was on Thorn from the hexgirls, also Daphne, also Gwen from TDI. Benny and ethan have to promise each other to never like the same girl ever again bcus they almost killed each other in middle school over who got to ask her to a dance. Anyway boydyke lesbian Ethan is a grey area but its also very important to me i love him very much <3

#dyke asks #mbav #ethan morgan #disclaimer i am not transfem so hopefully that ramble made sense #also a lot of the transmasc lesbian stuff is projection from me as a transmasc lesbian #anyway read stone butch blues and i hope my rambles about lesbians and gender make some sort of sense #sorry it got so long nonny hope you like my thoughts anyway tho #i also have a lot of thoughts about lesbian erica + sarah if anyone is interested in that too

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playertwotails · 1 year

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Okay so I've been thinking about this since it popped into my head last night. This is an off the rails conspiracy theory nonsense AU/Theory/Headcanon-ish thing but I thought it was funny and wanted to share so here we are.

And what is this fresh non-sense I have for ya'll today:

Eggman is not the main villain of the series. In fact he might not even be the villain.

Is this dumb - yes, but strap on your tin foil hat an join me below the cut if you wanna see me try and make this, make sense.

I'll start off with this came to me when I started thinking of the video game Fable III. (If you know this game you might know where I'm heading with this already) For those who don't know spoilers for that game if you've never played it. There is an evil king you take down and over throw for being horrible to everyone and extorting, killing and squeezing everyone for money and resources. But afterwards you find out he was mostly doing so cause there was an even bigger evil threat heading ya'lls way that he was trying to gather resources to withstand and take down.

There's more to that plot but this is the bit I wanna focus on. What if it's the same with Eggman. Yeah he's an evil guy trying to take over the world and use all the natural resources to his benefit, but what if it's because there's an even bigger threat out there and he's just trying to amass enough resources to withstand an attack.

With dialog from the new games Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog we know he's been making business and stuff for years to get money from and move around resources. And he's always after the biggest most powerful thing he can find and try to control it, to take over the world but the main point here is that he want's the macguffin artifact/creature's power.

But what if he's only doing that cause there's something out there he needs an entire planet of resources, energy and manpower to take down.

What helps with this whole crazy spiel is that he never kills Sonic. Does he try, yes...or maybe that's what he wants them to think. Cause most of the time when he has the perfect opportunity to kill Sonic he doesn't or goes on some kinda long rant that allows them to think of a way out and save the day or just straight doesn't. Sometimes he even saves Sonic and helps him. Heck in forces he doesn't even kill Sonic just locks him up for 6 months, okay there's the one off nonchalantly given line of him being tortured for 6 months but like the game did we're gonna gloss over that.

What if he doesn't actually want to kill Sonic but uses him basically as an easy way to test the durability of his creations he's making, not making them to take down Sonic but what ever this greater threat is. Plus he knows Sonic is strong, so if whatever is out there beats Eggman he knows that there's at least Sonic and co. as a last defense.

Think about it, a lot of his creations he fights Sonic with are massive compared to one 3ft something little fast guy. And yeah Eggman has a flare for the dramatics but in the long run it's impracticable and he is a genius.

So Eggman gets a free test dummy and more and more data to make even more powerful weapons which he can then use against this greater threat.

So the next question is, well who is this greater evil he's doing all this terrible stuff to make sure he has enough to take it down? And the answer to that is idk this is all a load of nonsense tangent I'm going off on, I just thought the idea was cool. But I can tell you I don't think we've met them. It's not Black Doom cause they actively worked with them at one point to make Shadow, the Ultimate Life Form. I don't think it's The End from frontiers cause even it didn't seem Eggman was aware of that until Sage brought it up. It's not dark gaia cause Eggman wasn't trying to kill them just use them to further his own plans. No one knows about this threat except for Eggman who, if he hasn't seen it, has some sort of knowledge of it but just doesn't share cause there'd be no point. Either he beats it or doesn't why should he try to work other people who aren't as smart as him. Plus he does have a big ego and wants to be the one to take down a threat like that just so he could brag he did with his own genius creations.

Idk this just came into my brain and refused to leave so here ya'll are a fresh heaping of crazy rambles enjoy. Let me know what ya'll think though I'm kinda curious about ya'lls thoughts.

#sonic the hedgehog #dr eggman #spoilers #kinda sorta spoilers but I'm tagging it as a spoilers just in case #this whole mess of nonsense would not leave me alone while I was at work all day #what do you mean i have to work I have insane sonic the hedgehog theories to think about #this is all just mostly a joke but i thought it was interesting enough to share #eggman may be evil but he draws the line at something else trying to take his planet #it's his he called dibs

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kleoyeager78 · 1 year

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10 things I hate about you | 12

Trigger warning: physical abuse, drug use, arguing, sucide attempt, cutting, blood, (I think that’s all )

This chapter is really just flashbacks from different times in y/n’s life so if you’re confused just know this is from the past.

"Do you want a bubble bath?" she asked me, her face full of anticipation. I looked at her, not understanding what she meant. What were bubbles and why did they have anything to do with my bath?

It wasn't until she pulled out a bottle with strawberry shortcake on it that I understood what she meant. I wanted to say something, but all I could do was give her a toothless smile and try to say, "Yeah."

Although it sounded nothing like what it was supposed to, she understood. "Of course you do!"

She went over to the tub, leaving me on top of the toilet seat. She started the water and poured a little bit of the product in. She came back to me with a smile on her face.

All I could do was look at her in awe. She looked so beautiful, and I loved that smile on her face. It was rare, but it was nice.

"Come on, mama, we have to get you cleaned up!" She picked me up and brought me to the tub.

Once I got in, I was so happy I began to play with the bubbles. They smelled so good, I tried to taste them, but the woman stopped me.

"Y/n, no, these aren't edible, baby," she laughed. Once she stopped laughing, she just looked at me. I didn't notice her looking at first, but when I did, I turned to stare at her as well. It wasn't until I turned my head sideways that she stopped.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. You must have found that weird," she giggled.

She picked up a cloth from the side of me and began putting some soap on it. "Now it's time to clean you, my love," the woman said, and that she did.

While she cleaned me, she began to vent about her life.

"Your dad drives me crazy, y/n. He's always blabbing about something," she said. Her sentence made me giggle. I even tried to repeat the word "babbling," but it just came out as "bla," which made the woman laugh, and then she went back to ranting.

"Not to mention my dealers are out of town, so I'm completely sober. News flash: he sounds way worse sober." I giggled at her funny faces. But the woman only sighed.

"I have a feeling you like me better sober, though, right, y/n?" I looked at her, confused again, not knowing what she was talking about.

"I know when I'm sober I'm more active with you, I'm better for you, and I'm less of a bitch. I hate myself for not being the best I can be for you, and I promise one day I'll change. You hear me, y/n? I'm going to change for you and be the best person I can be. I'll be the mama you deserve!"

The woman was basically shouting at this point, and I could tell she was done speaking.

"Bitch," I said, clear enough for the woman to hear.

Her face dropped and she looked at me. "What did you just say, young lady?"

I giggled at her and said my new word again. "Bitch."

"Y/n, you can't say words like that," the woman said, with horror on her face.

"Bitch," I laughed.

"Ugh, I really have to watch what I say around you," she said, reaching for the bathtub stopper and letting the water out.

"Bitch," I said again. I thought the funny faces she was making because of this word were hilarious, so yes, I kept saying it.

"Y/n, please don't say words like that. I know I said it, and I'm sorry, but I don't want you saying it, so from now on, I won't say it either, okay?" The woman tried to reason with me.

I gave her a smile before I said my other word that the woman was always used to hearing. "Mama."

The lady looked at me in awe before picking me up and lifting me in the air. "Aww, y/n, I love you," she said, pulling me to her chest and giving me kisses.

I may not have known a lot of things she talked about or what she meant most of the time, but I knew what the word "love" meant, and I would do anything to hear her say it.

That was fifteen years ago and that woman is nowhere to be found.

“Y/n”

Or should I say she’s just not the same person she was when I was two?

“Y/n”

Was she just a liar?

“Y/N” the person beside me yelled.

I realized I zoned out.

"Hey pretty lady, don't get ahead of yourself," the guy next to me said, holding my hair back as I took another sniff of the white powder spread in a perfect line across the table in front of me.

"Can't I have one more fun night?" I mumbled, my words slurred. The way I spoke, the strange hand gestures I made, and the way my body swayed back and forth told everyone I was out of it. But those around me couldn't care less. We were all addicts, so who cared if I was a little more addicted than the others?

“Y/n, Why do you always say weird shit like that?” The boy across from me said while lighting a cigarette.

"I don't think my words are weird," I giggled as I leaned over the table and cupped his face. "But I do find it odd that we aren't on the dance floor right now," I said as I grabbed his collar and led him to the rest of the party.

“Y/n you don’t even like crowds so why the hell are you dragging me into one?”

“Because it’s fun now shut up and dance with me”

The man sighed and surrendered. He knew even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to resist my charm, so he gave in and let his feet get used to the rhythm that was playing on the speakers.

Rambo—that was the name of the man I was dancing with. He was very tall—I'm not sure how tall exactly—but he towered over me and couldn't fit in any vehicle with a roof. He had long black hair and dark eyes; if I hadn't known that no such thing as black eyes exists, I might have mistaken them for being black. He had random tattoos all over his body, but the one that grabbed my attention was the one on his hand—a sobbing kid getting food and drinks dumped on him while the individuals doing it laughed at him. I had a weird feeling that the boy was me—in pain and everyone around him laughing, a reflection of my life.

But no matter how attractive he was, how intriguing his tattoos were, or how well he could sometimes treat me, my brain was only focused on one thing.

The drugs he provided me.

Rambo was more than just a handsome man with mysterious tattoos. He was also a handsome man with mysterious tattoos who happened to be the town's biggest drug dealer. But, above all, my drug dealer.

So getting back to the dance floor.

No, I'm not dancing with him because I want to. In fact I had no intention of dancing with him for long. I just needed two things from him.

And as my feet move, In sync with the song that the speaker is blasting and my whole mind goes blank I can already tell that the first thing has been completed.

Distraction.

I did feel really bad using Rambo as a distraction but right now I needed it. After everything that’s gone on in my life today it’s what I needed.

Earlier today

I could already tell today was going to be a rough day. I had to take my mom to the mental hospital for the second time this year, she wanted to try and get better again. But that’s not why my day was going to be rough, it was going to be rough because I was finally going to confess to her something I had been keeping a secret for three years.

I knew it wasn’t going to be easy but I had to do it and I hoped she would be there for me.

I decided to wait until we were in the parking lot of the hospital to tell her so that things would be easier on my part.

“Mom” I looked over to the passenger seat. “I-“ suddenly my throat ran dry, “I need to tell you something” I felt tears coming out of my eyes.

“What is it my love?” She looked concerned.

“I- uh it’s about Nick”

Nick was my moms boyfriend of two years.

“What about Nick y/n, is something wrong with him, is he hurt?”

“No mom it’s-“ I had to take a deep breath before telling her because it was hard for me to say anything. “Mom Nick hurts me”

“What?”

“He hurts me mom.”

“In what ways?”

“He attacks me. When you’re asleep sometimes he comes into my room and starts hitting me. He punches me and slaps me for the smallest things mom. Yesterday when I didn’t put up the dishes he-“ mom cut me off

Y/n shut up”

“Huh?” I was confused, didn't she care about what I was telling her?

“I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP” she screamed at me. I began to shake because my mom never screamed at me like this. “He wouldn’t do these things you can’t be telling me the truth”

“What mom? I wouldn’t lie about something like this please belie-“ Again she cut me off.

“I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP Y/N. ITS YOU YOU'RE THE FUCKING PROBLEM.”

“mom” I looked at her with tears starting to roll down my eyes.

“EVERY WEEK IT'S A NEW LIE. YOU'RE A LIAR AND ALL YOU DO IS MAKE PROBLEMS WITH OTHERS, WHY CAN'T YOU STOP THIS BULLSHIT Y/N?”

“MOM I'M NOT LYING HE DID THESE THINGS TO ME.”

“JUST STOP. DON'T YOU SEE THIS IS WHY NO ONE WANTS TO BS AROUND YOU?” She yelled.

“Mom” I said my voice barely being heard with tears pouring down my face.

“ALL YOU DO IS RUIN OTHER PEOPLE'S LIFES Y/N '' she continued with her hurtful words.

“Mom please”

“YOU RUINED MY LIFE.”

“Mom”

“YOU RUINED YOUR FATHERS LIFE.”

“Mom”

“ AND THANK GOD YOU DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS BECAUSE THEIR LIVES WOULD BE RUINED TOO”

“mom that’s enough” I said but I guess my voice was still unheard.

“YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I WISH I NEVER HAD YOU Y/N. I WOULD BE SO MUCH HAPP-“

"Enough! Do you think I enjoy being in this situation? My life has been nothing but suffering. Everywhere I go, I'm hurt. I hate my life more than you know. Don't bother telling me any more. I wish I'd never been born too. Every morning brings more anguish." I had to take a breath because I said all of this while in tears but no I wasn’t finished.

"But, good grief, Mom, I thought maybe you would help me through this. Maybe you would comfort me through my suffering, like any mother would do. But no, you weren't even there. Do you know where you were? You were on that couch, taking pills left and right, while the man you were dating abused me for his own pleasure. And the nerve you have! You're sitting next to your only daughter who is willing to take care of you in your every state, yet you don't care that she is being hurt by the man you are choosing to date." You laughed. "But the funny thing is, this is expected, Mom. Yup, it's very expected. Because whether you're intoxicated or nearly on your deathbed, I am always there for you. But the minute I even open my mouth to tell you something, I am a liar. Yet, I never called you a liar all those times you told me you had stopped taking drugs. In fact, I applaud you, even though I knew you were lying straight to my face."

“Y/n I-“ your mother tried to speak but it was far too late.

"You know I try with you and Dad, I really do. After all the things you've both put me through, I still try to hold love in my heart, thinking one day you guys will be decent to me. But if I'm being honest, it's a never-ending cycle, and I'm tired of fighting." Just then, you unlocked the car doors. "Get out, Mom, and go start your healing process. This time, I hope you mean the words you say, and maybe you can be a better woman for Nick, because I'm well aware you'll never be one for me."

She frowned at me but still got out of the car without saying a word.

I didn’t care though. I mean what could she say anyways?

I began to break down in my car. I felt awful. I had just gone off on my mom. I didn’t mean to but the things she said made me so angry. I didn’t deserve those words but then again maybe she didn’t either? How the hell should I know.

I sighed and began to drive off. Idk where I was going, maybe Rambo’s house? I needed something to get my mind off of this situation and I knew he had it, so that’s where I was headed.

And that's how I ended up in my current situation and in need of a distraction. But you're probably wondering, if the first task has been completed, then what's the second one? Well, like I said, I needed something to get my mind off of my situation, and although the white powdery substance and the dancing may have helped for a little bit, I was looking for something that might last me all night - or maybe a whole lifetime if I played my cards right.

"Hey, Rambo," I asked and suddenly stopped dancing.

"Yes, sunshine?" he asked, still continuing to move his head and feet to the beat with a smile on his face.

"Do you happen to have pills on you?" I asked innocently.

"I sure do," he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pill bottle and handed it to me. "Knock yourself out."

"Will do," I made my way upstairs to the bathroom. Before I entered, I turned around and took one last glance at the dance floor. I saw Rambo dancing with girls all around him and chuckled. Damn, I loved it when that man had a smile on his face.

I entered the bathroom and made my way to the toilet for a seat. I took a deep breath before popping open the pill bottle. The pills were small and blue, and the bottle was almost completely full. I laughed; only a fool would trust me with this many pills. I decided instead of taking the whole thing, I would just take three. Three would be enough to get me high, and I could handle everything else with my little pocket friend.

I popped out my phone and began to text Hitch. I just wanted to tell her, "Thank you," before I did something irreversible. She deserved at least a thank you.

After I sent the text, I waited about another ten minutes for the drugs to kick in, which they did. I pulled out the knife from my back pocket and examined it.

People always asked me why I carried this knife with me, and I never really gave an answer, so they just assumed it was for self-defense. I mean, I was a woman living in a town where a lot of shit went down. Who wouldn't want to have some sort of defense weapon?

But that wasn’t the case for me. In actuality, this was for personal usage, aka cutting. Yes, I know it’s weird to bring the knife I cut with places, but I never knew when I might need it, so I always had it on standby.

I rolled up my sleeves to reveal my arm with all the cuts on it. Maybe it was me being high, but I laughed. It was funny how I could name every reason behind why I had each cut.

“This one is from when Regan pushed me into a locker and everyone started laughing,” I laughed to myself while pointing at the cut. “Ugh, horrible times.”

I didn’t want to sit here and relieve all my awful memories so I decided that I would just take one last deep breath and open up the knife.

When I opened it up I was shocked. I had thought about doing this before but now I was finally doing it. It was such a weird feeling and so many questions were going in and out my head.

Is this the right thing to do?

What about your mom will she feel guilty?

What about Angie?

Do you really want to do this?

I sighed. Honestly I wasn’t sure, was this the way to go? Probably not when have I ever gone the right way.

Nevertheless, I continued. It had been seventeen years and I still hadn’t found a reason to live; there was no need to waste any more time. With that, I took the knife and gave myself the deepest cut on my wrist I had ever done.

It hurt like an absolute bitch, and I wanted to scream so loud. I even thought of backing out for a second, and started silently begging, “Please make this stop. I've changed my mind; please!” I said, but my voice was barely above a whisper.

Tears started streaming from my eyes, and my lips started to tremble. This is it, I thought. This is where I end it all – no more pain, no more suffering. It's all over.

As more blood drained from my wrist, I began to get flashbacks – but not of every part of my life; only the good times. There were flashbacks of me running around the yard while Mama chased me, me and Hitch sitting on the swing talking about the boy she had a crush on at the time, and us being a giggly mess. I also remembered Mama holding me in her lap and singing to me. The flashbacks were deceiving me into thinking I had made the wrong choice, and sadly, I believed them.

I began to call for help, but my voice was still lower than a whisper: “Please, someone help me!” I cried, but it was far too late – the pain was so bad, and I could already feel myself slipping away.

I closed my eyes and swallowed my faith. This wasn't going to end like some fairytale. I did this to myself and needed to accept the fact that I was going to die. The sound drained from my ears, and I got off the toilet and laid on the floor. Suddenly, I felt okay with this ending; it wasn't such a bad one. To be honest, I'm surprised I didn't do this earlier. I sighed, "Well, y/n, it was nice knowing you." I said. "I'm sorry I couldn't let you live longer, and I hope you're not mad. I mean, you could have been a billionaire with an emotional background, but I cut that dream short." I chuckled. Even in death, I was still too pathetic to have anyone other than myself to talk to. "Goodbye now."

Just then, the door to the bathroom hit my head. "Is someone in here?" I heard a girl say. She continued to push the door; I don't think she knew it was my head. "Why the fuck is this door so heavy? I got to take a piss," she scoffed.

She ended up squeezing through the little crack she managed to make, and that's when she saw me. I was curled up in a little ball with my wrist tucked under me. "Oh, shit! I didn't know you were sleeping," she said, but of course, I didn't answer. She must have figured I was just a deep sleeper because she was pushing the door pretty hard on my head. Since I was facing away from the toilet, she just used the bathroom. When she was done, she washed her hands and looked back at me. She found it weird I wasn't moving at all. "I hope I didn't kill her," the woman said to herself. She sighed and checked my head. There were no injuries, but she still didn't walk away. She had a bad feeling; leaving a girl alone sleeping on a bathroom floor at a party full of people wasn't a good idea.

She began to tap me to tell me to get up, but there was no response. So she tried shaking me, but again no response. “Shit,” she said under her breath, “she’s probably passed out drunk.” The woman got up and sighed. She was thinking about just picking me up, but where exactly would she take me? I were drunk, and she wasn’t just about to go around asking strangers if they knew me. Then she thought that maybe I had a phone on me, and began to search.

After searching almost everywhere, she thought it might be in my hand and began to look there, but to her horror, the minute she got my hands from under me, there was no phone. Instead, there was blood soaking my shirt. “Shit,” she examined my wrist and realized a deep cut. “Don’t tell me she—” The girl had no time to think. The cut was too deep, and I was already unconscious. She couldn’t waste more time. She quickly picked me up and put me on her back and rushed to her car. She got strange looks, but it’s not like she noticed.

She put me in her car and started to drive. She didn’t even know where the hospital was; her body was on autopilot. But somehow, she managed to drive all the way there. She picked me up out of the car again and got you on her back. She couldn’t help but realize how cold I was.

She made it inside the hospital and went to the front lady. “I need help immediately!”

“Ma'am, you have to wait in the waiting area,”

“No, you don’t understand; she's bleeding out of her wrist and she's not responsive.”

“Bring her this way,” the lady stood up and took Annie to the emergency area. Soon, doctors came out with a stretcher and helped take me off her back and laid her down.

“What's her name?” the nurse asked while the doctors rolled her away.

She looked at her but she couldn’t tell. She looked so lifeless. “I have no idea; she was just at a party I went to.”

“What's your name?” The nurse asked.

“Annie. Annie Leonhart.”

“Thank you. She's in good hands; you can wait for her over there,” the nurse pointed over at the waiting room.

Annie shook her head and made her way over there.

Annie ended up waiting there all night. The nurses told her multiple times that she could leave, but she refused; she didn't know you, or anything about you, but she wanted to make sure you were all right. At about seven a.m., a nurse came out and told her you were doing okay; she said it was likely you would be up in a couple of minutes, if she wanted to stick around for that.

Annie obviously agreed. She waited a few more minutes until the nurse told her you were ready. She followed the nurse to your room and there you were. Your eyes were blankly staring at the wall in front of you, and you looked scared. Annie just stared at you. She could tell exactly who you were now: You were Y/N L/N, and everything started to make sense to her. She knew how bad your school life was; she and you went to the same school and word gets around like wildfire. She knew about the bullying, the harassment, the abuse, and the rumors spread on you, but she never thought it was this bad.

“I want to leave” I whispered.

“I’m sorry dear but we need to call your parents” the nurse said.

“No, please, just let me go home,” I said.

“We need you to tell us how you got that cut on your hand,” the nurse replied.

“It was from broken glass; can I go now?”

“Well, you need someone to--”

“I'll do it,” Annie said.

“Huh?” the nurse said, confused.

“I'll take her home,” I said.

“Alright,” the nurse handed me a bag with my stuff in it.

I got up to change and went outside with the woman who said she'd take me home. In reality, I had no intention of going with her; I just didn't want to hear that nurse speak anymore.

I began to walk away in my own direction.

“Where are you going?” she called out to me.

“Don't worry about it,” I said, still walking away.

Suddenly, a hand touched my shoulder. “Hey, I said I'll take you home.”

“Back off. Why do you care so much? I'm not going home, and I don't even know you. So please, leave me alone.”

I tried to walk away, but she wasn't budging. “Hey, I said--” She didn't even say anything; she just started dragging me to her car.

Annie didn't take me home that day. Instead, she took me to get food and then to her house, where I showered and she let me borrow her clothes. After that, we went to watch a movie together. It's like she could tell that's what I needed after the night before.

After that day, Annie and I were almost always side by side. I got to know her and I trusted her; I knew I could tell her anything, and she would always be by my side.

I said Annie was the one following me around, but if I'm being honest, it's probably the other way around. Annie was the sunshine I needed when the storm got too dark and noisy; I knew that wherever she went, there would be some sort of light for me, so of course I followed her around.

As time went on, Annie realized I was relying on her to be a source of light and strength in my life. So she decided to be the light I needed to find my way through the darkness and to be the support I needed until I could learn to stand on my own.

And although I will never get her to admit it she and I both knew that the bond formed that day would forever be unbreakable.

A/n ~ I don’t really like how this chapter ended but idk what else to put/change. Also y’all I swear Rambo is so fine like I wish I could give y’all my mind to see him he’s so babygirl 😭

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