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msnihilist · 2 months

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Person Who Has Never Watched the Reboot Decides to Liveblog Alien-X-Tinction

First scene and I already hate Max's voice. #NotMyGrandpa

idk what alternate universe this is yet, but I like 1) that Ben is sad :), and 2) that his Omnitrix looks like that??? It really sells the idea of a prototype 🥺

"resistance will only beget pain" — villain who is smart enough to know that Ben doesn't know what "beget" means

"you always try to interrupt" okay, ouch, I actually love that angst (I already know who the Alien X is and what he's been doing to alternate Bens (I'm only watching this because the Wiki page for the special was interesting to me), so this is lovely :3) Max always tries to save his grandson and he never succeeds </3

Side note: evil Celestialsapien is a cool idea, and I like that this one is taking a "hands on" approach. It's about the thrill of the hunt :) And loving making people suffer

"oh, no, not again" LMAO, the dimension-hopping Max sounds soooo mildly inconvenienced

WAIT, DID THE ALIEN X RIP OFF BEN'S ARM??? I can't tell what happened here?? Fuckin' kid's show censors 😭

Max's face when Ben hugs his grandpa…… I love suffering 🥺

"you'd think I'd be used to it all by now" coming from a man who lost his grandkids and tortures himself by watching it happen again and again in other timelines hurts so good 😭 😭 I also love that they let Max cry about it. It's a small thing and it only lasts a second, but in the Classic continuity, Ben only cried on screen TWICE, both when he was 10. Letting an aged man hurt like this without making a joke about it is good to see <3

Back in the Real Timeline, I guess, lmao. I love that Gwen is tied up and just looks so bored with the whole affair

GWEN'S VOICE?? #NOTMYGWEN (I like that Zombozo is voiced by Drakken, tho)

Hm. I kinda like this angle with Ben's frustration. He feels like he's not living up to his full potential as a hero because he always has Gwen and Max helping him. It's different from when Ben would get cocky in the OG, and I think it's an interesting point, too :p This blatantly isn't about being a hero, it's about the thrill, which is something that ten-year-old Ben consistently struggled with

Still hate reboot Heatblast, but whatever

I definitely don't like how the fights are animated? It feels... slow. And I get part of that is to build up suspense/show of Alien X's abilities, since this show is aimed at a younger audience who wouldn't be familiar with the Classic continuity, but still :/ I don't like the flat camera angles and the hits don't have a lot of weight to them

Love that Alien X is killing off Ben's, though — something Eon was always too pussy to do

I hate this art style, but I appreciate that the writers are trying

I love villains who are obsessed with Ben Killing him, hunting him down, whatever. Watching villains shove aside whatever or whoever gets in their way to pursue Ben with single-minded fervor always hits good.

This fight between Ben and Alien X, up until he loses the Omnitrix, is probably my favorite fight in the special. Alien X was at his coolest and Ben really gave it his all, no matter how badly he got beat in return.

"there's no omniversal road-side service that drops out of thin air" — man who has forgotten that this is Ben he's talking about

BRO, THEY'RE PLAYING THE ALIEN FORCE THEME SONG WHEN OLDER BEN STEPS OUT OF THE PORTAL 😭 Okay, even though AF had kind of a lame opening, I'll admit: that was pretty hype

Holy shit, wait, the reboot has been going on for five seasons and this Max STILL hasn't told his grandkids about the Plumbers??? I hate him, worst grandpa

LMAO, Maximillian calling Ben a stubborn brat <3 AF Ben looking away in embarrassment because he knows it's true (he literally JUST tried to walk off and go it alone for?? no reason, literally), I love them. They're a family in every dimension

I think it's cute that Gwen already likes teenage Ben <3

Alien X: "You're in the wrong dimension." Ben, who's relaxing nonchalantly waiting for his plan to pay off: "Is that why my keys don't work?"

I MISSED AF BEN SO MUCH, HE'S SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN 😭 HE LITERALLY TRANSFORMED JUST TO GET UP THERE AND HAVE A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE

AF BIG CHILL DESIGN + VOICE, MY BELOVED!!! They even kept Ben shouting out his transformation's names, nreulgneklge. That's some attention to detail that almost makes me forgive the art style <3 (almost)

"little me," omg, he's such a fuckin' dork

I love that when Bens get together, they literally just love each other, it's so so sweet <3

"I should rethink my prior mercy." "Your generosity will not go unappreciated… or unpunished." ngl, this guy is a sick villain

Okay, this made me love him. And Gwen's faith in him is sooo <3 Truly the best cousin of all time

"Are you okay?" "Better now that you're back, cuz." Ben and Gwen are so fucking cute in the reboot, I love them 😭 🥺

I love that Gwen 10 goes, "And, yes, we're [Gwens are] better" and then fucking picks Ripjaws for a fight in a rocky desert, sfbrygbrku. She's such a dumbass I do love her Ripjaws design, tho!! Love that they avoided the Omniverse problem of making the female aliens excessively feminized. ALSO OG HEATBLAST, MY LOVE

OV Ben ruffling younger Ben's hair 🥺🥺

AHAHA, OG Ben immediately assuming that this Gwen is also a magic user, pfft. Even in a dimension where they don't get along as well, he's got so much faith in his cousin <3

Gwen's little watch tech is like her UAF powers!!

Of course OG Ben would get pissy about someone picking the same alien as him 😭 He's so chronically ten years old

"But I'm not your Ben." "You're all my Ben." Okay, maybe this Max is actually the best one 😭 🥺

Jeez, that tragic backstory was pretty fucking brutal. Vilgax straight-up just vaporized Gwen and Max. I love the idea of an evil Ben who's lost everything, though. His Max and Gwen are dead, what more can they take away from him? Eon could never

LMAO, MAX JUST FORCIBLY ADOPTING EVIL BEN AT THE END. Ben is so unenthused, he's gonna get loved whether he wants to or not!!

Okay, just finished it. Final thoughts? It was really cute. Is it good enough to get me to watch the rest of the reboot? No. It's definitely not as hype as some of UAF/OV's high points, probably in part because I still can't get into the art style and also because the fight scenes just aren't as good.

It had pretty good pacing! I was surprised by that, I thought 45 minutes was gonna be too short, but it ended up feeling right. (Also, I'm upset to say that Max's voice grew on me. Gwen is on thin ice.)

You can tell that this was made with a lot of love, both for the characters and for Ben 10 as a whole. It really does feel like a love letter to the fandom, and for that, it was a good watch :)

Final score: 7/10, not NEARLY as bad as I was expecting, worth a rewatch <3

#ben 10 #ben 10 reboot #ben 10 liveblog #long post

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according2thelore · 29 days

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i feel like es dean appearing to sooo prefer ls sam, and clinging to him, and trying to win his approval, and looking up to him (physically & figuratively) is going to give es sam some serious john flashbacks…. i suppose how he handles those depends on whether john is dead yet.

also there’s something about es sam feeling like dean doesn’t love HIM he just loves the idea of family, because as soon as there’s other family around, he’s choosing them. not true of course, but still…

SHIT

YOU'RE SO RIGHT! we gotta talk about it!

one of my favourite things they do in supernatural is draw clear lines between sam and john, and dean and mary.

dean and mary have the parallels between selling their souls for john/sam, and the same self-destructive sacrifice.

sam and john get more easily blinded by fear and anger and purpose. sam&john's grief is miasmic. it's metastatic.

dean wants adam to have a normal life, and sam wants to pull him into the hunt. in that one scene, dean even tells sam he's more like dad than he realizes.

THIS ABSOLUTELY WOULD BRING UP JOHN DRAMA.

if john is alive: ES!Sam is pissed. here dean is proving that he will desperately cling to and value the opinion of someone else over him every time. LS!Sam is certainly a little paternal, and ES!Dean consistently choosing someone else's good opinion (even if that person cannot/will not return his devotion AND ESPECIALLY if that person purposefully hides things from them!!!) over ES!Sam's needs/wants/concerns. it hits too close to home! literally!

if john is dead: ES!Sam is pissed AND devastated. he clocks ES!Dean's preference for paternal figures after john's death with gordon almost immediately, kink-shaming ES!Dean so thoroughly that he has to crawl under a bed in shame.

and to have LS!Sam BE that paternal figure?? talk about mixed feelings! on one hand, he prefers A sam, but THAT sam? brutal. and AS A FATHER FIGURE?? makes for some confusing boners.

there's some of that inadequacy there as well because here dean is choosing someone that at his worst reminds them all of john. ES!Sam is not enough because dean will always need someone else in his life. even as ES!Dean says that dad was a bastard for what he asked me to do, and we didn't deserve that, here he is, wanting and choosing this dynamic, unknowingly and almost compulsively.

ES!Sam tries to be respectful of that, but it infuriates him and makes him feel inadequate and it makes him sad!

(he does not know of course that the only reason dean wants to climb this man like a fucking tree is because he is 800% unadulterated sam, and is also rugged and huge and can throw him around a little if he wanted. rugged man + sam = dean's ideal self-directed porn shoot)

and FOR SAM TO RECOGNIZE HIMSELF AS JOHN???? HOLY FUCK!! COULD YOU IMAGINE??

they're on a hunt or something and one of the deans gets hurt and LS!Sam shuts down. completely. terrifyingly. tears into them for being reckless, for being stupid, for not paying goddamn attention, and what did i tell you, you should've listened to me. and ES!Sam is fucking shaking in fury and rage because that's dad.

this man who wears his face and lies to them and treats them like children when he's angry but like adults when he needs them is who sam will become! it's inevitable! he becomes the thing that he fears!

i'm chewing through my leg!!!!!

i don't think ES!Sam would see ES!Dean's obsession as him not loving ES!Sam, but it would absolutely show ES!Dean's preference for an ideal.

ES!Dean will choose a more compliant, more devoted version of his brother, because he's easier to love. he loves LS!Sam more because he doesn't like being challenged.

in ES!Sam's mind, ES!Dean has to work to love ES!Sam, so why would he bother to put in the effort when there's a version of him that's already so ready to reciprocate and capitulate and can express devotion so easily?

ES!Sam is struggling with the weight of his destiny, and his fear, and he knows that it weighs on dean, too. to have a seemingly idealized version of himself? of course he would be upset by ES!Dean's sudden obsession, and presumed preference.

it rankles, because ES!Sam already feels a little inadequate. as mentioned in one of my last posts, one of sam's only true spaces of belonging is with dean, (in S1 outside of the hunt, but in S2 including it) when they're just being brothers.

and now that they're not hunting with their LS!selves, and all they have is time to sit and interact with each other, that only secure place is suddenly mutable! sam's one true home is mutable!!

he knows ES!Dean loves him, but not as much. he loves him, but not enough to satisfy. he loves him, but he's capable of loving something else more. and isn't that the worst possible scenario?

i know i tend not to have the exact same john opinions as some other folks, but this was a really interesting ask, and i hope you liked reading about it!!

this ask was incredible!! thank you for this ask, anon! your brain is too big. it's HUGE. <3

-lizzy

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #anon <3

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[ skeet ulrich, cis male, he/him ] — whoa! MARLEY CROWE just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 1 YEAR, working as an ODD JOB MAN. that can’t be easy, especially at only 42 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit UNSTABLE and IMPULSIVE , but i know them to be RESOURCEFUL and RESILIENT. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to QUEENS!

(TW:Death, Mental Health, Grief, Alcohol, Addiction, Trauma) -

Before New York.

Marley grew up on a disused farm. With plenty of overgrown land to explore. He spent most of his childhood playing with sticks, rocks and mud. He had a vibrant imagination and could spend whole summers just amusing himself surrounded by nature.

He was homeschooled by his mother until he was about 15. He's got the basics down, but, it was clear from an early age that he wasn't the academic type.

From he was about 10, his father began to teach him a little bit of everything he knew. They went hunting together and he taught him basic woodworking as well as home and vehicle maintenance. They were never particularly close, but Marley looks back on their time of silent co-working with great nostalgia.

He worked mainly as a carpenter until he was 36. He still lived in the family home, maintaining the property as his parents got older. However, his life took a drastic turn. His father died suddenly and the grief took his mother a few years later. Now completely alone, he began to neglect both his home and himself as he turned to alcohol to try and cope with the sudden change in his life.

Desperate to turn things around, on a sudden whim of rare clarity, he booked himself into a treatment centre in New York, selling the family home to afford his medical care as well as an apartment.

Present Day.

Marley lasted less than six months in the rehabilitation programme before he insisted that he could do it alone and that having all the people around him was just making things worse. And so, he left and took his few belongings to the cheap apartment he'd purchased in Queens.

Marley works, but, he's extremely inconsistent. He's good with his hands and takes up a lot of 'cash-in-hand' style odd jobs. Such as painting, woodwork, basic household plumbing/electrics and other manual labour jobs. However, getting him to show up and be reliable when he does, is often a struggle.

He often has little cash and that he does have he tends to squander. So, it wouldn't be unusual to see him dumpster diving or thrifting for essentials. His current prized possession is a wind-up vinyl player as he can still enjoy it whenever his electric gets cut off.

His home is in relative squalor. Despite his ability to tend to things, he is neglectful both of himself and his surroundings. His home is untidy. He doesn't have too many possessions, but, they tend to be strewn around as he sets things down and forgets about them.

Marley wants to do better for himself. But, he's ambivalent between feeling he deserves more out of his life, and feeling that he's ruined his chances and may as well not bother trying, as he feels he'll only fail anyway.

Wanted Connections. (These are starting off points that could help drum up ideas.)

The Bad Influence. Someone who's only there for a good time. A fairweather friend. Marley can be witty and excitable, but he can also be impulsive and end up in over his head. You love the fun you guys have together, but, when it goes on too long and he ends up in trouble, you're nowhere to be seen.

The Mother Hen. Someone who genuinely wants to be his friend and wants to help him be the best version of himself he can be. In a sense, you feel sorry for him. It makes you feel better to help him clean up, or to fix him breakfast or tend to his wounds. Though, you draw a line and refuse to engage in his self destructive behaviours alongside him.

The Romantic Interest. Someone who sees something special in Marley. Maybe you think you can fix him, maybe you love him just the way he is. You just want to be there and be part of the journey, if only he'd let you in.

The Dog Catcher. Someone who's sick of Marley always bothering them. Perhaps you're a small business owner and he's rummaging around in your dumpster leaving a mess, or, you're a neighbour and his 3am music sessions are keeping you awake. Whatever the reason, you want the problem muzzled before it gets out of hand.

The Raccoon. Marley seems to know all the good spots in town to get a free meal or cheap items. You happen to know he's also able to make furniture and fix up cars. You want him to like you, and you want to help him, but, only because he has the ability to help you in return if he lets you tag along.

The Concerned Onlooker. Someone who frequents the same bars as Marley. You've seen him fall asleep in there as many times as you've seen him get kicked to the kerb. You don't know him too well, but, you have a casual chat here and there before things get too intense. Maybe you should say something, but, is it really your place?

#boroughs.intro #Marley:Intro #death tw #mental health tw #addiction tw #alcohol tw #trauma tw #grief tw

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krissiefox · 6 months

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ANIMAL CROSSING (NINTENDO GAMECUBE) REVIEW "Life simulation with a side of emotional abuse"

Animal Crossing is a life simulator sort of game released by nintendo for the Gamecube back in the year 2001. You start the game off in a train, moving to a new town that just happens to be full of animal people. Once you arrive, you meet the landlord of the town, Tom Nook, who gives you a home and then you are tasked with paying him back. After running a few errands for him, you're set free to do pretty much whatever you like around town. You can do a variety of activities such as talking to folks, fishing, looking for treasure and fossils, and completing quests for other townsfolk.

This title is more of a sandbox as the closest thing I've been able to find a means of an ending is just fully upgrading your house and paying off all debts to Tom Nook. The game operates on real world time, which is an interesting idea, but it is also flawed as it makes the game considerably less accessible for anyone who works overnight, or shares the household TV with others. Not able to get onto the game until the wee hours of the morning? Well, too bad, half the villagers are now asleep and grumpy and you can't even enter Tom Nooks shop. Have a real-world social life that results in you not being home on New Years Eve? Well, then you don't get to see the games New Years Eve event, either. The game kinda functions like an early version of modern phone games, as it feels more like something you "check in on" once a day to see what's happening, rather than playing it all day long.

So, what all is there to do? Well, I've only been playing for a couple of months*, so I'm sure there's more to discover, but so far I've found that some of the funnest things to do is hunt for items to donate to the museum and to decorate my home. You can get items from quests and conversations with villagers, as well as finding them hidden around the world, lost in the dump, or being sold at Tom Nooks shop. You can go along the shoreline and collect shells, dig for buried treasure, shake trees, and fish -all of these activities can get you things to sell or donate to the museum. There's a cute little clothing shop where you can draw your own patterns, which my family I had fun with (we made some Pride flags, Halloween patterns, and a Queen Chrysalis pattern!). You can also write letters to people, which has been a great source of entertainment for my family as well (You can say horrible, profane things to the other villagers and they'll love you for it!).

The game is overall pretty cute and relaxing, but it does have two big glaring flaws - the aforementioned "real world time" system, and the nastiness of the characters. I already addressed several of the real-world time flaws, but a few others are that the game pulls the modern phone game shit of trying to guilt-trip you for not being addicted to it. The longer breaks you take from the game, the more your world fills with weeds and roaches! As James Rolfe would say - "What a selfish game!"

The other issue is just that so many of the characters are mean and nasty, and there's some of that old classic nintendo sexism (and even some transphobia). Right from the intro of the game, the game asks your gender by insinuating that every male player would want their name to be seen as "cool" and every female player would want their name to be seen as "cute". On my save, if I told the town mayor I most respected either my mother or grandmother, he would say he "weeps for the future" as if he some issue with people respecting the women in their families. There's a giraffe character that appears sometimes, and if you approach her as a female character. She makes some transphobic remarks about how "you almost look like a real woman wearing those girl's clothes" and then "WHAT? You are a girl? But you have such a mannish frame!" . A lot of characters in the game will just causally talk down to and insult you. One character, Nibbles, said she'd like to kick me after I ran all the way across the map to get a soccer ball for her to play with. Some of the characters are also just really smug and unlikable, even when they aren't insulting you.

Thankfully, not ALL the characters are trash. I've got at-least a few sweeties living in my town, too. Ava and Nosegay are both really pleasant characters, and Joey, teddy and Hambo are also pretty friendly (though Joey is a weirdo who doesn't wear pants) It's a shame more of the characters can't be like them. I've heard the townsfolk in the newer games are a lot nicer, which is good news to me. Another minor complaint with the villagers is that they have a lot dialogue options for "let's chat!", but the quest options in this game are very limited, and a lot of villagers in the same town will offer the exact same greeting dialogs and such, making them feel robotic. I know a great deal of the game is randomly generated, but I think there should either be enough unique dialogue for all characters or the game should try to at-least only have one of each dialogue set per town.

Overall, it is a cute game to dabble in, but it is also a little too entitled to your time, and you may need to adopt my own families coping mechanism of just writing nasty letters to all the jerk characters, and smacking them with bug nets at every opportunity. I'd still give this one a try because there is joy to be found in exploring the world and dressing up your home, and some of the characters are quite adorable,even if others are total jerkwads.

(this is supposed to be an asterix but tumblr is being annoying) I originally wrote us this review early this year (2023) , but I recently hit the landmark of having made it through a whole year cycle of the game, so I decided to finally go back and finish this review!

#Animal Crossing #Animal Crossing Camecube #KrissieFox Game Reviews #video game reviews #gamecube #nintendo gamecube #Ava #Nosegay #Joey #nintendo #long post

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aviandtheseals · 8 months

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The Rowntrees Ultimate Decades Challenge - Winter 1374

I'm not feeling as motivated to play and I'm starting college soon, so I'm going to try writing shorter posts from now on. This year will be a story in 4 parts (one each season).

At the start of 1374, news arrived in the village: the fighting in the war against France had come to an end! A few men who fought came back to the village, but news from Gilbert hadn't arrived yet. The family waited anxiously for Gilbert's return but were not sure when he'd arrive. For the time, Kymmie chose not to say anything to Sabina, to not get her hopes up.

Since Finnian's injury, the women were left to take care of the garden. Kymmie and Sabina did not have the strength or stamina to work outside for long hours, so a lot of the tasks fell to Edussa. However, having her work in the garden brought down the store, which Kymmie was often too busy to open.

Edussa loved running the store. She learned simple math from Kymmie when she first married into the family and enjoyed counting up the change and bartering with customers. While gardening, she tried to come up with ideas to make gardening more efficient, so she could return to running the store. Then one day, Edussa came up with a plan she thought was good enough to run by her mother-in-law.

Kymmie had noticed that Edussa did not enjoy gardening and tried to calm her daughter-in-law.

"I know gardening is boring, but perhaps it would help for you to concentrate on the food and money we will get once the crops are harvested," Kymmie advised. "And you taking care of the garden means Finnian is not stressing about it, and he will heal faster."

Edussa was not convinced. "Um, yeah," she said distractingly. "Speaking of the garden, um, I had an idea of how we can take care of it without me having to do it. But I'm really not sure it will work."

Kymmie wanted to chuckle at Edussa's nervousness. She went for a joke instead. "What is it, sell me off as hunting bait? Because I think I'm too old to fetch that good of a price."

Edussa smiled weakly. "So I was thinking, we can't afford to hire a gardener. But... what if we can?"

Kymmie looked on, confused.

"There's going to be a lot of men coming from the war, right?" Edussa spoke quickly. "So, there will be more people, but the same number of jobs. And probably some people who don't have any life to get back to will pass through our village. And all these people will need jobs but won't need to be paid much. If we hire a gardener now, we can pay him half the usual price and still find someone."

Immediately after she said her idea, Edussa wished she hadn't. Kymmie was usually kind to her, but what if she thought Edussa was lazy or ungrateful for not just dealing with the current God-given circumstances?

But Kymmie beamed at her instead.

"Edussa, sweetie, that's a wonderful idea! You are a very clever young lady to think about the situation like that. You are right. I remember my father telling me that after he came back from the war when he was young, many stragglers showed up on his farm looking for jobs. I will open the shop tomorrow and ask around for someone looking for a job."

Kymmie wondered how many ideas Edussa had kept quiet about because she feared a negative response.

"Sweetheart, you're a very smart woman," Kymmie told her daughter-in-law. "When you have ideas, even if they end up not working out, you should still tell me about them. It's important to be curious and constantly think about ways to improve your situation."

After talking to Kymmie, Edussa was ecstatic. Her entire life she thought her purpose was to be a good mother, and she was shocked when her first child didn't bring her the joy she expected. Now Edussa realized her purpose was to be a good mother, just not in the way she thought. She wanted to run the store successfully and come up with tricks to sell more stuff. And one day, by being a successful businesswoman, she would make enough money to guarantee her children didn't have to be serfs. Edussa was grateful that she married into a family where she wasn't just stuck as a farmer's wife.

#i actually cropped the screenshots this time so that's exciting #i am not a photography person these screenshots are minimal effort lolz #ultimate decades challenge #ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 historical #ts4 story #the rowntrees #ts4 simblr #udc #the rowntrees 1370s

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gamersalad · 1 year

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32 Hours of VRChat - Your 2nd Reality

Today I will introduce you to the game in the VR Category which is VRChat!

VRChat is a Virtual World social game created by Graham Gaylor and Jesse Joudrey developed and published by VRChat Inc. It was first released on January 16, 2014 as an app for the Oculus Rift then released on Steam on February 1, 2017. It’s a place to meet all kinds of people from around the globe in a virtual environment. VRChat’s content are created by its amazing community creating avatars, worlds, games and more. It’s a game with thousands of games inside it. From scenic worlds to game worlds that will blow your mind. And the best part? It’s free to play!You can play the game even without a VR, with just your PC on desktop mode. You can also play it without a PC using a standalone VR like the Quest 2 or Pico 4.

First up, in VRChat you can be who you want to be! Be your popular anime, game, or movie character. You can choose your own gender from being a girl, boy, and other genders. You can join different types of fandoms and groups from Warhammer, Undertale, FNAF, roleplayers, ravers, hobbyist or tech enthusiasts, no matter your taste you’ll find a place for you. Here you have the freedom to be who you are and find people the same as you.

Next up, VRChat worlds that blow your mind. You’ll find worlds here that can make you appreciate scenes or landscapes that are so beautifully created in 3D. You can also visit VR cities from different parts of the globe like the busy streets of Tokyo to the romantic city of Paris. You can also find worlds that are so mesmerizing, creative, trippy, or out of this world.

Then we go to the games. VRChat has hundreds of games that people can play. From recreated games like Among Us, prop hunting, to games like Prison Escape, Zombie Tag, & Murder Mystery. There’s definitely a lot of unique games to play here. There’s also community created worlds such as Devouring, Pop Escape, Hunni’s Horror Maps and also the Award-Winning game Magic Heist. If you have a game idea you have the freedom to create your own game here as long as you have knowledge of coding, blender and Unity.

And Lastly, In VRChat you can live in the virtual space like you’re in another world. People who want to feel the escapism or people who just want to be themselves can live their life here. People are so immersed that you can find love, marry people, sleep in VR, join rave parties, drink with friends and even join live stage shows. There was a documentary made about a couple that met in VRChat and started a family. Finding love virtually is now made easier in VR because you can see a physical representation of your loved ones.

Since VR is like a 2nd world, you can also find work here and earn money. You can stream yourself, selling your avatar creation, start a service type of business, teach others how to dance, translate other languages, DJ for clubs, create custom worlds or models. People use their talents in music, arts, acting, comedy, games and many more for people’s needs and demands. With this they have created an economy that made VRChat one of the best free to play VR games that has so much potential for the future.

It really shocks me how a lot of people haven’t heard of it before when popular Vtubers such as Filian or Project Melody use VRChat on their videos that are viewed by millions of people. This shows how underrated the game is due to some misconceptions and misunderstanding people have about VRChat.

And here in Gamer Salad, we showcase games and give them their love and glory they so deserve.

If you're interested to try out VRChat yourself: feel free to create an account and login with the link below! I look forward to meeting you.

I am Mark and thank you for reading Gamer Salad!~

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Post by Mark Christian A. Alfante

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frick6101719 · 2 years

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i love your kanej parents fic!! you said before that you have a lot of thoughts about mama ghafa and inej talking about motherhood, do you mind sharing them?

Oh Anon, I never mind sharing my thoughts about Kanej as parents (or anything, really). So glad you asked!

As I mentioned a bit in the post to which you're referring, I think both Kaz and Inej will have complicated feelings about the idea of parenthood. I think Kaz will deal more with feelings of unworthiness and worry that he'll be bad at caring for someone the way a father should care about their child, but I think Inej will have to address her fear that what happened to her could happen to her child. Which is a recipe for just SO much angst 😊

More under the cut:

I think when Inej first realises she wants kids she doesn't really feel afraid; I think that comes later. Continuing from my thoughts on that previous post, I think Inej starts off on this journey feeling confident; she and Kaz have just spent the evening with the Van Ecks, and she's been watching Kaz be The Coolest Uncle to Jesper and Wylan's kiddos and feeling horny intrigued by the idea of a child of their own. A little of her and a little of Kaz, all in one tiny bundle? What's not to love?

At this point I'd guess thirty is around the corner for them both, and they've accomplished a lot. By now Kaz has the entire Barrel (if not the entire city) under his thumb, she is basically the queen of pirates and the bane of slavers everywhere, and they're pretty much untouchable. So as she leaves the Van Eck mansion for their own just a little ways down the Geldcanal (personal headcanon that Kaz's open admiration of the décor in Hoede's mansion prompts him to buy it at some point after CK) thoughts of all the ways this could go wrong are far from her mind. Their world is as safe as it's ever been, after all, which is something she tells him--several times--in the many, many discussions they have together before deciding to go ahead with this.

The first time they have unprotected sex there's a stirring of panic, but it's mixed in with all the excitement of "I guess we're really doing this!" Inej is deliriously happy with it all, struck by her love for the man she married, for his love for her, for the faith they have in one another to trust each other with their bodies and with the possibility of the new life that they may create.

The fact that they're not really trying to conceive so much as allowing for the possibility means that it doesn't totally feel real until Inej is waking up in her little cabin on The Wraith, checking and seeing that no, she hasn't started to bleed in the night, and that makes nearly seven weeks, and Saints above this is really happening.

Now the panic is real. What has she done? She is on a ship right now actively hunting slavers--almost the most dangerous thing she could be doing. And a child?? In this world? Where children still aren't entirely safe from those who would seek to steal them away from home and sell them into unspeakable horrors? How could she be so foolish??

And somehow, they end up pointed toward Ravka, instead of continuing on the lead they were chasing. By the time they get to the Suli camp, Inej has her worries buried deep. She's Captain Inej Ghafa, after all, and she doesn't need to panic because she can solve this problem. Or... she could, if she could actually determine what the problem is. Because the problem can't be the tiny thing growing in her belly which she already loves more than she can possibly say; it can't be Kaz, the only person she wants to do this with; and it can't be the baby's safety, because... well didn't she tell Kaz over and over that they would be able to protect their child??

Ostensibly this unexpected visit is because Inej wanted to tell her family the news herself, but Mama Ghafa recognizes the fear in her daughter's eyes that even her bravest face can't hide. After dinner she invites Inej back to her wagon to chat about whatever is on her mind, and Inej shouldn't be surprised but her Mama just knows.

"A mother's instinct," she explains, offering a gentle smile, and all of Inej's efforts to be strong collapse and she bursts into tears.

They'd always kind of tip-toed around the subject of Inej's abduction, and whenever they did talk about it they talked about what Inej went through. Sure it had been hard to tell her parents about the horrors she'd endure--even if she did so rather vaguely--but she felt that she needed to, that it was important to her and her healing. But however hard that was, it pales in comparison to hearing her mother tell her about what she and Papa went through during those years when they knew nothing about what happened to their daughter and couldn't help but fear the worst.

This too, Inej thinks, is important for her to hear. She needs to hear her mother say that her fears for her unborn child are valid, and she needs to hear her say that she mustn't let those fears control her. There is joy, love, and laughter ahead of her, and there is also frustration and heartache and fear. Parenthood isn't any one thing, and it isn't for everyone, but if Inej and Kaz have decided this is something that they want, then they deserve it, and they deserve all the immeasurable happiness it will bring.

Papa Ghafa arrives at the wagon a couple of hours later to find Inej leaning against her mother's chest, wrapped in her arms, both of them puffy-eyed but smiling. He fetches a pot of tea, seeing they've cried themselves dehydrated, and joins them, eager to celebrate Inej's wonderful news.

The three of them stay up all night, her parents taking turns telling stories of children and their shenanigans (Inej even shares a few stories she'd coaxed from her husband over a glass or two of whiskey), which turns into Inej asking questions about pregnancy and birth, which turns into questions about parenting, which turns into her parents offering sometimes-conflicting pieces of advice while the sun slowly rises behind the tree line. This is a pattern they repeat over Inej's long visit with her family, often with the addition of aunties and uncles and older cousins and anyone with advice or a story to share. And Inej treasures every one.

Now I'm not totally sure what Inej decides to do for the rest of her pregnancy--I kind of like the idea that she heads back to Ketterdam for the next few months, offering her spidery services once more to the Dregs because she wants to share these precious months with her husband (also because Dirtyhands does give the best massages for that lower back pain that never seems to leave her alone). It would also be amazing to have the Wraith be back, growing more and more pregnant with every sighting and still kicking ass as much as ever.

But I DO know for sure that Inej's parents arrive at the mansion about a month before Inej's due date, and get to spend all kinds of quality time with their daughter and soothe her fears as the panic of motherhood is picking up again. I'm obsessed with the idea that Marya is there too, and that she and Mama Ghafa are the ones who stay up all night with Inej when she goes into labour, helping deliver little Rosanna right before dawn. For sure Kaz is awake all night too, as is Inej's father, and Mama Ghafa probably has to kick Kaz out of the room until the baby is actually almost born because yes of course he deserves to be there for the birth of his first child but if he doesn't stop pacing he is going to drive them all insane. So Kaz gets to spend some time with the quiet and level-headed Papa Ghafa, hearing stories of Inej as a child and his own fears when his wife went into labour with her, sympathising and distracting Kaz when he needs it most.

I'm absolutely letting this run away from me but I do think that the Ghafas come to visit much more often after their granddaughter is born. Personally I've always felt that there are a lot of hurdles for Inej and her parents after spending so many years apart, not because their love has diminished at all but because the daughter they found is not the same as the daughter they lost, and they have to reconcile with that. I think they've all come a really long way since their reunion, but I think something about this whole experience and Inej becoming a parent herself does away with any lingering dissonance; she understands them in a way she didn't before, and I think getting to go through this experience together brings the whole family together in a brand new way.

#this got so out of hand #I just love Parent!Kanej so much #Six of Crows #kanej #Rosanna Rietveld #my precious babies all of them #I need more fic with Mama and Papa Ghafa also #Also this just another announcement that Roomy and Drenched in Sunlight lives RENT FREE IN MY MIND EVERY DAY #whatanybodygets I don't know what you've done to me #but the whole thing you created with all the women helping Inej in labour is also my very favourite thing #so thank you for that

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Many things here. There may be a life change. Idk when, but holy hell is it coming. It may be good.

Alright, so. The guy I've been talking to for a good while now. Basically a long distance relationship. Basically suddenly realizing I could have feelings for the guy who had a crush on me in high school. And the only one who was respectful about it and nowhere near annoying enough that I just try to get away from him immediately. He's soft. He's sweet. He did it the right way by connecting with me as a friend and getting into the things I was into. He did it RIGHT. Didn't just go in with intention of flirting and getting somewhere and failing because I literally had a boyfriend and Would Say That. But yeah. Him. The one who did it right back then but I was basically too shallow to really get into the idea that my type is a soft and sweet nerdy type. (Didn't want to be "The Nerd" back then, but honestly, tf was wrong with me?)

Anyways. Feels serious. Especially when there's straight up talk of moving in together. Like my mom is an agent of chaos and wants to quit her job without notice and go up to another state for a good couple weeks (I haven't got a call? Is she even going home??) and she was all "I'm selling the house NOW. Can't stand this place. We're getting a small house in TN and you're coming with me." And I'm just here like "???? I wanted to go HOME??? That's not HOME???" Well, I'm hoping she doesn't outright buy some random house within the next six months. Or at least has a good while of just being back home for a bit so I can get my bearing straight in town. BECAUSE this guy managed to get a one bedroom apartment. Sure sure, it's literally connected to his mom's house which is a huge repurposed warehouse in the middle of nowhere outside of town. BUT AN APARTMENT. FOR CHEAP. LIKE HUNDRED BUCKS A MONTH CHEAP. He keeps telling me how he wants me to have a landing pad if my mom decides to just leave my sister alone in the state at college. And me one so i can finally be back in a place I know with people I Know. AND THEN if my sister ends up needing a couch to crash on for a bit, she's got one. Hell, it's got the space to set up an air mattress in the living room. He showed me a walkthrough over a video call earlier. Like he's genuine about wanting me there.

So, what I'm hoping is that I can still have a proper landing pad with my mom. THEN making sure I can handle being with him for 24 hours straight in person. THEN meeting his family, seeing if his mom would allow that. (she seems open to having me over often. That's already been brought up. Hell, this is the woman who he told her about me and she flat out told him to marry me. I mean fuck. That's supportive.) And then, yeah, breaking it to my mom that i don't want to uproot myself and live in a new town out in the middle of nowhere. But instead out in the middle of nowhere about 10 miles from my hometown. I'm GREAT with that. I love those backroads out there and it's nowhere near the hellish areas of that town that are just Packed with tourist. Nah, these are the weird uncharted woods off the highway. I'm IN. There's a BALCONY. And a firepit out in the yard. It's down a dirt road in the woods. Very Green. Very close to nature. Other than the fact that he's got to clean out the entirety of the mess his sister left behind before she finished her "stepdad hunting" for her kid, it's right there and ready. It's a lot of sifting through literal garbage and ditched items. And deep cleaning. The place is wrecked. She did not leave that in a way that's livable.

Either way, it sounds great. I do think that I can deal with his shit for a long period of time. He's got that flirting type that's being purposely annoying. I do the same fucking thing. Literally not even a con here. The only thing i find annoying is when he'll overthink something and anxiously backtrack on it. So I have to tell him that he literally didn't make a mistake there and he's fine. Especially when he can't read my sarcastic annoyance over a phone call. Would probably be different in person tbh. Idk, I think I could genuinely date him. and live with him. He's a little childish at times but it's kind of charming. And I also can't say shit there with living in a pile of plushies at the tender age of 24. Can't say shit about him collecting lego sets lol I think I could do all that and not hate him after a year like my last roommate. He's very organized and kinda meticulous. Like, he'd be clean and easy to deal with in that sense. Ntm, if I'm this into him just talking to him this much. Shit, I'm already in deep, might as well.

And THEN. Because of his mom sending him referrals for a certain site, we know have income doing online work. Yeah, it took for fucking ever to get through these assessments and then hasn't paid the promised $50 for passing it yet after a week. And then having an issue where they saw my score and put me in a project that REQUIRED a DEGREE that I DON'T have. Like, thanks for telling me that I'm smart enough to be a college graduate I guess. But after that whole issue, i was booted from the project within 24 hours and today I got an email telling me my new one. So I fucked around for about 2 and a half hours. The training was literally like 15 minutes of reading. It's cut and dry and simple. And I was already doing the little tasks. Within that time I earned over $20. Just that already paid more than my job at Panera. Came to about 10 and some change an hour and that was just because I was getting used to the tasks themselves. So I could probably do more an hour than I was. Those things take maybe 10-15 minutes each and payout around $3 each. Paired with my quick typing, I might be able to make a living wage on this. At least enough money to essentially let me live on my own money until I'm there. And likely keep me up while I'm there. I might actually be fine. I might just have a plan going. I think I'll be okay. And it's actually thanks to this guy. All of it really.

#taks speaks #btw if anyone is interested i do have referral links to a good task site #it takes some time to get into but basically after making a certain amount on it we both get $150 which is great #mutuals/followers DM me if you're looking for some mindless online job #i'll tell you what i know #well not mindless. it does require a entry college level grasp on english and grammar

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Im brazilian and thats very important to me. I hate dealing with negative feelings because they make overwhelmed and i just push them away and focus on other things. Im not exacly an empathic person but i always try to be, i ocassionally have moral flaws (like cursing a lot, but not calling other people names, responding to bullies when they come at me and stealing things from big bussiness) but nothing too serious. I'm a bit of a showoff and live my life thinking "if this was a movie it would be awesome it i did that", people say i can be very agressive but im actually really affectionable, i will get mad if people make fun of me for that. Im an elder sister and i often feel like a teen mother to my baby sister and my own mum, in school i dont have any problems besides loudly talking, cursing and responding back to bullies (teachers or not), i actually have great grades and my assignement are awesome. I sometimes mess with dangerous people for the sake of getting money since i've been job hunting for months and got nothing out of it and im ashamed to ask help from my neighbours, i dont touch drugs or alchohol since i think its disgusting and i hate the idea of losing control of my own body, i usually only steal things and the sell for them.

Back to school again: There is this guy who wants to beat me because i scratched his hand when he grabbed my head, something i had asked him to stop and he didn't, my friends thinks i picked the fight, same friends that usually belittle me but i still hang around for the sake of not being alone, im a bit scared to the fight, not that i will ever admit to anyone but strangers online, i hurt that guy (Paulo, a tall fag idiot) because i didn't wanted people to think they can hurt me, but im angry knowing i can't count on my friends. I feel very alone with them, alone and small and powerless, they are not all that bad but i dont like how they make fun of me but i can't explain it, i feel like im 7 years old again, i also hate how i feel like i can't be an real person without my family (i live with my mom, grandma, baby sister and six beautiful dogs). Im a 17 bisexual female, i like sports but im ashamed of doing in public because of my boobs and my collegues talking about it, i like a lot of songs and im very ecletic, i like supernatural horror things and i have an morbid fascination to female criminals, my favorite band is The Acid, i love black bis bar and kit kat, coffee and spicy foods, but i hate eating and drinking at the same time, i love shopping and skincare but i have spending money, i'm also very self disciplined in regards of my eating, like a schedule, people say i curse a lot but i dont think so, they are just pussies. Idk if that helps but my mbti is ESFP, 3w2, 371 so/sx. i think im being too extra but i like details. sorry.

I sip you with... PAUL!

Okay, so hear me out, it can go 2 ways: either it's an enemies-to-lovers scenario, where he was messing with you and he wasn't expecting you to respond the way you did, and he's intrigued ; or it's a "Guys, did you see how she shut that guy! Good for him!" and he'll be in awe.

Once you're officially together, you become such a powercoupleTM. No one dares mes up with you, no one! He lives for you to retort anything to anyone. And if it's a pack member - Sam included especially if it's Sam -, Paul won't be able to shut up about your skills and your courage.

Somehow, Leah and you would become bestfriends, dissing the pack 24/7, having no one to contradict you.

And, if you're not feeling all too good about yourself, one day, you can count on Paul to take your defense the second he sees you ain't in your best mood.

Thank you for requesting!

-M-C

#twilight #wolfpack #paul lahote #twilight ships #wolfpack ships #paul lahote ships

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Supernatural Rewatch 04x03

In The Beginning

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Shoooot I want to do an analysis of Cas and Dean’s relationship centered around the concept of lies. Like … Dean usually reacts very strongly to being lied to and we see that later on in the show between these two, but when they first meet like, all Cas does is LIE … anyway there’s just a lot of lying going around this season. I’ll come back to this thought in a later episode probably.

First of all, Sam is not in this episode at all. He’s in like 5 seconds at the beginning. They’re really doing a lot of work this season to show that the brothers are on totally separate paths.

Then, Cas blasts Dean to the past with no explanation and offers very little help while he’s there. At first it seems like he’s just being your typical unhelpful magical character who pushes the protagonist the way they need to go but lets them figure out the details themselves:

DEAN ...tell me what the hell I'm doing here! CASTIEL I told you, you have to stop it.

DEAN Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my Dad? [CASTIEL is gone] DEAN Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!

but at the end of the episode he admits that he straight up lied to Dean, or at least, he allowed Dean to operate under false pretenses:

DEAN I couldn't stop any of it.…

CASTIEL Don't be too hard on yourself. You couldn't have stopped it. …Destiny can't be changed, Dean

(I suppose it could be argued that the first two times Cas told Dean to “Stop it” he was referring to Sam using his powers, especially given the last line of this episode

CASTIEL You brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean, and we're not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will.

And therefore never technically lied to Dean about the reason he brought him to the past, however, he was fully aware of how Dean had interpreted the command and, although he talked about the consequences of changing the past, he never told Dean that he was wrong.

CASTIEL You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam – you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die.

In my book, that counts as lying.)

So, Cas, on orders from Heaven, lied to Dean and made him live through this pretty traumatic experience, of believing he could save his family only to watch his grandparents be killed and see his mom make the deal that ruined all their lives, just so he could “know everything [they] know.” It would have been a lot easier to just have a conversation about it, preferably with both Dean and Sam, and try to figure out Azazel’s end game, but instead Heaven decided (because we can’t entirely blame Cas for this, brainwashed as he is) to put Dean in an emotionally vulnerable state before revealing to him what Sam has been up to. We’ll talk about the consequences of that next episode (hint, it involves responding with cruelty).

A couple other thoughts:

Cas says to Dean “Destiny can’t be changed” in this episode which … obviously is a very big theme of this show. Everyone is constantly telling them what their destiny is, Sam was supposed to go dark and kill the other psychic kids, but he didn’t. Sam and Dean are supposed to be the vessels and start the apocalypse, but they don’t. Dean is supposed to lock himself in the box or risk releasing Michael onto the world, but he doesn’t. The end is supposed to be Sam or Dean killing the other but … it isn’t?? (🤞 let’s see). Anyway, I just wanted to point out that what Cas states as fact here is disproven over and over on the show. Destiny can be changed.

Also, when Cas tells Dean what would happen if he altered the future, two thoughts:

1) He says Sam and Dean will never become hunters and all the people they saved will die and Dean says

DEAN Oh, I care. I care a lot, but these are my parents. I'm not gonna let them die again. I can't. No, not if I can stop it.

This hails back to 2x20 when Dean was living in a dream world where this exact scenario happened, but in that world he wasn’t ok with letting all those people stay dead so he could live in peace. What’s different this time? Well, for one thing he’s been to Hell so maybe that’s changed his approach to life a bit, but also I think it has to do with action. In 2x20 Dean didn’t really do much to “save” his mom, but then he found himself in a position where the action he could take was “save” the people, put the world back right (and then he realized it was fake anyway.) In this episode, the action in front of him is to save his parents.

I don’t know if I’m making sense here but what I’m trying to say is that I think Dean is very action oriented and he wants to attack the problem in front of him, whatever that problem is. The answer to the question : Would you like your family to live in peace if it meant all the people you’ve saved would die? Changes depending on what immediate action he is presented with. He wants to be the hero of the moment, rather than really weigh the two options.

2) We see in S13 a world where Mary didn’t make the deal with Azazel. Naturally, if Dean had been able to stop Azazel earlier maybe he and Sam could’ve grown up in peace, but in Apocalypse World we know that things played out largely how they did here, except Mary chose not to make the deal and John stayed dead. She kept hunting and became jaded and cold, and Sam and Dean weren’t around to stop the apocalypse when Lucifer and Michael came for each other. Now, I’m not saying this is inevitably the only thing that could have happened if Mary didn’t make the deal, but it is one possible world.

Lastly, Dean has an opportunity to see his dad as a young man. There’s obviously lots of complicated feelings happening for him, but the biggest thing is probably how different John’s demeanor is, and Mary tells us clearly

DEAN What's he like? John. ... MARY I don't know. He's sweet, kind. Even after the war, after everything, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter isn't

Which ... I can hate John and realize that he’s a complicated character who is a product of his circumstances, right? He wasn’t always a piece of trash, he used represent to Mary the freedom and peace she had been denied her whole life (much how Lisa represents that to Dean imo (see 3x10)) and it’s just so tragic that he became exactly what Mary never wanted to have in her life. (And that her sons became that too). The writers really wanted to kill us with this dramatic irony.

(We also have references later to him being a trash husband even before he was hardened by grief though, so it’s also possible that Mary is seeing him through rose-colored glasses, that she just sees the man she wants him to be and hasn’t recognized the darker, crueler sides of him).

Question to ponder (and also please comment/message me if you have an answer)

It’s interesting that Dean is named after their grandmother and Sam is named after their grandfather, especially given the fact that Sam tends to be more associated with feminine things than Dean. It would’ve been easy to just have Mary’s mom be named Samantha and her father be named Dean (it wouldn’t be that weird if she named her first born son after her father who had recently died tbh) so ... why did the writers chose to set it up the way they did? Is there something about their characters we can extrapolate from this?

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Let's Talk About Comp Titles

It's time to talk about the very worst part of writing. No, not revising, no not synopsis - comp titles, the worst part is comp titles. A comparison "comp" title is a published work that can be compared to your novel in several ways - similar in tone, topic matter, tropes, etc.

Why do you need comp titles?

If you are traditionally publishing, comp titles will be important at every stage of the journey. First, most agents prefer at least two comp titles in queries. When you get to the stage of selling the book, the editor will also want comp titles to help pitch it to their team. You'll want comp titles when marketing the book to pull in readers who want to find more of what they want to read.

Even if you're self-publishing, comp titles are very useful, so it's a good idea to keep them in mind. Comp titles are a pretty important part of publishing a book.

What can you use for comp titles?

Comp titles, unfortunately, have some pretty rigid set of rules. The general rule of thumb is:

Recently published (within the last 2-3 years is ideal)

Same genre and marketing category (YA books for YA, sci-fi books for sci-fi, etc)

Same format (comp books for books, graphic novels for graphic novels, etc)

All of these rules are pretty important, and also very easy to bungle. It's very tempting to cite an older book for inspiration, because it probably was. It's also tempting to pick a movie or TV series, because it would be easily recognizable.

However, you have to remember that comp titles are for marketing purposes. You want to use them to prove you're familiar with the audience you're writing for as well as appeal to readers who are specifically looking for books (not movies). So while comparing Our Flag Means Death to your book for a quick twitter pitch is fine, you'll want to stick to the rules for querying.

How do you find comp titles? Part One

Ah, the hardest part. We're told to write something original and special to us, and then told to find things that are Just Like It in order to pitch it to someone. Not only does that sting a little, it goes against most of the writing process, so comp titles tend to be difficult to do.

First, take your book and try to boil it down to basic themes. You'll want to lay out:

Genre and sub-genre (Romance and rom-com, fantasy and contemporary fantasy, etc)

Common elements (Court drama? Sword-fighting? Dragon fantasy versus faerie fantasy? Types of magic?)

Audience (Middle Grade? YA? Someone who buys books at the airport, or is hunting for the next massive sci-fi series to follow? Cosy mystery readers and thriller mystery readers might overlap, but you'll want to pin down the biggest group of people who would read your work).

Tropes (found family, enemies to lovers, subverted chosen one, etc. Embrace those AO3 tags, my friend. They will help you seek out the right titles)

Authors you're similar too (harder, but if you know you fit into a certain style, embrace it)

How do you find comp titles? Part Two

The actual hard part - no matter how well-read you are, finding comparable books is actually hard. Here's a few methods, none of them perfect, to try to get started.

Amazon's "customers also bought" recommendations - (obligatory pause for boos) But actually pretty helpful if you've found one book and need similar.

EBSCO Novelist - A search engine for libraries, usually available through your local library if you're in the US. If you can't find it on their website, ask your librarian - or see if a buddy from another county can loan you their card number for access.

Goodreads Lists - There's a lot of bad about Goodreads, but one thing the userbase is great at is creating lists of books by genre, market, and publishing year - and can help you see how they're described.

Monthly New Releases - Multiple cites track new releases by genre, and it's a good idea to get on top of the market you want to sell in as soon as possible.

BookBrowse - Extremely thorough book recommendation site, just don't get lost. It's very tempting to get lost.

Literature Map - Suggests similar authors based on your input.

Writer's Digest, The Writer, Poets&Writers - and any other current magazine. They often interview newly published writers and have a good thumb on what's being published.

Your local librarian - Seriously, someone at your library is working very hard to keep on top of new releases, and they would love to help you find what you need. The only librarians that eat people are in Night Vale, so you should be fine. Unless you live in Night Vale, which in that case, my condolences to your interns.

Wrap-Up Questions

Are you sure I can't comp a movie/TV series/manga? It's highly recommended to only comp books if you are trying to sell a book (in a query to an agent, specifically), but hey, I can't tell you what to do. You might have the perfect pitch, and agents are fickle beasts. Whatever works, works.

What if I really want to comp [insert very popular older series here]? The problem with comping Super Popular Thing Everyone Knows is that your book is obviously not Super Popular Thing, so it's not useful to gauge the tone of your work. This isn't true for all things - Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd century Space works, but avoid Game of Thrones. You don't want to rouse the r/freefolk crowd, I promise you.

Is there anything I should not comp? Every single video game comp I've seen has bombed hard. They just don't fly, probably because people who work in publishing don't have time to play video games.

What do I tell my friend who thinks their book is too unique to comp? There's no getting through to them, you just have to let them find that out the hard way. Comp titles are for marketing, and you'll need to market your book. It'll get easier. I think.

Should I read my comp titles? Yes and for the love of nachos, if you don't have time to read it, make sure you have a thorough understanding of the plot. The last thing you want is to query an agent who has a hard no against sexual assault scenes and whoops, one of your comp titles has a notorious sexual assault scene. Spare yourself the grief and make sure your comps are appropriate to your work.

#comp titles #traditional publishing #querying #publishing #writblr

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“The Devil all the time”

Hunter!Tom x Demon!Reader

Supernatural AU

NSFW

Warnings: Smut

"Break the silence, damn the dark

Damn the light..."

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Forget everything you thought you knew, you had every reason to be afraid of the dark when you were a kid. In this world where monsters are real, the Holland brothers hunt them so normal people can continue to live in the bliss of ignorance.

But when something goes terribly wrong, Tom will do anything to save his brother's life, including selling his soul to the devil. Well... Not exactly the devil, but close enough.

You don't need to watch Supernatural to read this AU

MY MASTERLIST

He knew it was you, even before turning. He knew it as soon as he heard your deceptively delicate footsteps break the supernatural silence that had fallen over the forest the moment he had buried the little metal box in the old crossroad. Tom didn't want to think about what it meant, having such an intimate knowledge of you to be able to recognize you by the cadence of your steps, being so in sync with you that he could tell whenever you were in the vicinity.

So he used his favorite deflection technique whenever it came to you.

"Y/n? What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Sorry, did I say nice girl? I meant evil skank"

The insult didn't phase you. None ever did. It was hard to take them seriously when you knew how many nights he fell asleep with your name on his lips, after pathetically releasing himself into his own hand, or fucking his boring girl-next-door girlfriend, chasing orgasm over unsatisfactory orgasm that would never completely satiate him. Because it wasn't your face the one contorted in pleasure looking up at him from the mattress.

"You called. I came" You batted your lashes, sweetly. "I always come when you call…"

He gulped, the innuendo not lost to his ears. It threw him off guard, like it always did.

"I would have thought this would be… beneath you" Tom cleared his throat, looking away, trying to regain his footing, "collecting a deal, like a vulgar crossroad demon"

There was nothing vulgar about the soul of a Holland. But he didn't need to know that, so you just shrugged,

"Queen Rowena has an interest in you boys. She finds you entertaining. I'm just being a good subdit"

He scoffed,

"Funny. I would have never peg you for a sub"

You took a step closer to him.

"You don't have what it takes to make me submit, Holland" Your hot breath fanned over his skin, setting his skin on fire. Making his blood boil. You had a way of doing that, of bringing out the worst in him. Of making him lose control. And you thoroughly enjoyed it, poking at the bear until the claws came out, laughing at the carnage.

Another step, and you could physically feel it: The hate, radiating from his every pore, his mind screaming with it. He hated you. He hated your kind. He hated your beauty. He hated the pretty white dress you were wearing, so pure and innocent, glowing like a beacon in the dark. A lure, guiding uncountable men before him into perdition.

But above all else, he hated that, even then, he couldn't help but to want you. Fervently. Desperately. Irreversibly.

"I came here to make a deal" He croaked, cursing himself internally for showing weakness.

"Let's negotiate, then," you replied, stepping away, mercifully letting him breath.

"My brother-"

"I know" You interrupted, sounding bored already, "Reapers everywhere are going berserk. Who, oh who, will get to reap the soul of a Holland?"

The wind picked up, making your long dress billow around your legs. You twirled a little, admiring the way it moved. Tom's eyes were glued to you, almost hypnotized. Partly because you were too dangerous to be left unsupervised even for a second, partly because you looked beautiful like that. It had never been more obvious to him that you were an unearthly creature, you didn't belong to this world. There, surrounded by greenery, barefoot, swaying softly under the twilight light, he wondered how could anybody ever mistake you for a human.

"Of course" your apathetic voice took him out of his revery, "being reapers, watching them go wild is rather boring. I swear they are the most uninteresting beings of all creation"

That made him see red.

"Boring? Boring?!" He knew his voice was rising with every word but he just couldn't help it, "They're waiting for my little brother to die!!"

"Which could happen any minute now," You reminded him, all playfulness gone from your demeanor, "so if you wanna strike a deal, I suggest you start making me an offer worth my time"

He was taken aback by that.

"I- My soul in exchange of a wish, and you collect it in ten years" He tried and failed not to think about what that implied: vicious, invisible hounds of hell tearing apart his body and dragging his soul to hell, "Isn't that the usual deal?"

You scoffed,

"After all the things you did in your life, what makes you think your soul doesn't belong in hell already? And if your brother dies, that is one less Holland on earth to worry about. You and your brothers have managed to become a big pain in the ass for us…"

He pulled out a knife, a strange one, with runes in the blade. You arched a brow in recognition

"The Winchesters' knife. Are you threatening me, little hunter?"

Your lack of reaction was another blow. He had hoped you'd be more impressed than that. Nonetheless he turned it in his hands, offering you the handle.

"I'm throwing it into the deal"

To his surprise, you didn't immediately take it from his hands, choosing instead to pace the clearing, deep in thought.

The truth was you couldn't care less about the knife, it wasn't more dangerous to you than a toothpick. And while it was true it could certainly damage your queen, she had a far better weapon to protect herself: You.

But it did confirm your suspicions about the Hollands having access to the old Winchester arsenal, which meant they had access to something way more dangerous than that rustic weapon made of steel and bone. A book, made of ancient dark magic and human skin, written in blood. A book that was precious to queen Rowena and by extension to you: the Book of the Damned.

The Hollands were a family of extremely talented, yes, but old fashioned hunters. The stab first, ask questions later kind. They probably had no idea what they had in their hands… but you did.

"Very well then," you finally declared, "this is my offer: Your soul and that knife in exchange for sweet Harry's life and one year for you to get all your businesses in order"

Tom felt all the blood drain from his face. One year. Just 365 more days to live, before an eternity of torture in hell.

"O-one year?" He breathed.

"One year" You confirmed, "More than enough time to go see the Grand Canyon, eat the world's spiciest burger or whatever you have on your bucket list"

The disdain in your words only made him hate you harder.

"Not nearly enough to live" He replied through clenched teeth. You rolled your eyes,

"You're a hunter. You lead short, violent existences, charging head first towards what most humans run away from. Things faster, stronger, more powerful than you, surviving each encounter out of sheer luck. Killing one monster after another, until that luck runs out. Because the monsters? Unlike you who rely on it everyday, they just need. One. Single. Lucky. Strike." You punctuated every word with one step in his direction, until you were face to face again. Until, for the first time ever, you could see the fear, the desperating hopelessness he kept hidden inside, reflected on the warm coffee of his eyes. You knew a lesser man would be already crying and begging for Mercy.

Tom wasn't like other men though, that was the whole point.

"Or…" You soften your tone and your stance, letting your fingers ghost over the back of his hand, his whole skin erupting in goosebumps. That was the very first time you touched him. Ever.

And it was as if nobody had ever touched him before, the light caress enough to set every nerve ending, every single one of his cells, alight.

He was so distracted by the sensation and his body's response to it, he almost didn't hear your next words over the sound of his own pounding heart.

"Or you could keep your little pocket knife, and even have your ten years if…"

"If?" He struggled to focus.

"You let me borrow a book"

His brows furrowed in confusion,

"A book? What book?"

"Any book of my liking, for as long as I want" You shrugged it off, "Do we have a deal?"

There was a catch there, it was obvious. He knew he was going to regret it but, what choice did he have?

"Deal"

Your smile was blinding, luminous. If he didn't know any better, he would have called it angelical. Now, that was one ridiculous thought.

"What now? We seal it with a kiss?" His eyes fell to your lips, so soft looking and inviting. He wasn't eager to put his mouth on a filthy demon and doom himself. He wasn't.

You chuckled, but there was no humor behind it.

"Oh no, darling. This is big. This is special" You're special, "A simple kiss just won't cut it…"

No. You couldn't mean… could you? Was there no limits to your hatred for him? Did you really want him so defeated, so humiliated?

"What do you want?" He spat through gritted teeth.

"The same thing you want" You put your hands on his chest, rising to your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "The same thing you have wanted ever since we first met . The thing that's obsessing you..."

"I don't know what you're talking about"

You smirked,

"You can lie to your family, you can even lie to yourself, little hunter... But you can't lie to me."

He couldn't hide, you could see every fantasy, hear every single one of his thoughts of you on repeat, like a prayer in your direction. Just like he couldn't hide the way his skin was burning now for you, the way his blood rushed south, the way all logical thought left his brain, his iron grip on his emotions finally breaking as he snapped.

Lightning fast, in just a blink, he twirled you around, your back hitting the rough bark of a tree, as he towered over you, demon blade to your throat, every inch of his body pressed against yours. His eyes were ablazed with rage, and passion, as he surged forward, striking you with his best hit.

He kissed you.

Lips vicious against yours, teeth biting and scraping only to soothe the offense seconds later with his tongue, until he was dizzy, light headed with the lack of oxygen and the taste of you. The hand not holding the knife to your neck fell to your breast, squeezing the pliant flesh with enough force to cause pain on a human woman, merely making you moan. He swallowed the sound, letting his fingers trace your waist, your hips, clawing at your dress until he finally, finally, felt skin under his fingertips.

It was better than anything his mind had conjured in his feverish fantasies in the dead of the night. The skin of your inner thighs velvety soft, as they parted under his touch, the sweetest sounds leaving your lips as his fingers found your naked core. You weren't wearing any underwear, probably never had. The realization that, in all your past encounters and fights you had been standing there, just feet away from him with nothing under that damn dress hit him like a truck, making his head swim.

He searched between your folds, and suddenly his fingers were inside you. He was inside you, a part of him was buried deep within you, within your silky heat, claiming you as his, if only for the night.

And you were so wet for him, and only getting wetter as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, scissoring them, opening you up until he was able to slip a third one in, fucking you with his hand in earnest. You were sobbing, clutching at his biceps, head thrown back in pleasure. He took advantage of that to suck bruises on your neck, only to see them fade before his eyes. Your skin tasted clean, smelled like wild flowers and rain. Ozone. Lightning. Like those coursing through his veins with every cry, every delicious gasp you made.

He found the perfect spot inside you, the one that sent sparks through your nerves with every stroke of his calloused fingers.

"This what you wanted?" To make him lose it? Lose his mind, himself, in you? "For me to make you come on just my fingers, like the little slut you are?"

The floor disappeared from under his feet as you sent him flying away from you, a searing pain exploding at the back of his head as he landed, sprawled at the feet of an old, dying oak. With blurry eyes, he saw you stalk towards him, all power and cold, controlled fury.

"Let's get one thing straight, Holland. I'm not one of your sluts" You sneered, "and I'm definitely not your basic bitch of a girlfriend. So you better start showing me a little respect, are we clear?"

He gulped, sitting up. He had to be seriously fucked up in the head, for his cock to be twitching inside his pants at your threatening tone.

"Crystal"

"Good" You declared, coming to a stop right in front of him, standing between his parted legs, "Now, let's put that mouth of yours to a better use"

He knew that image was going to be forever tattooed on his brain: You standing in front of him, holding the skirt of your dress up, waiting for him to put his mouth on you. Tom took a moment to admire you, before delving in, flattening his tongue over your slit, before drawing tight, precise circles on your clit with the tip. God, you tasted so divine it was messing with his head; something as dark and corrupted and twisted as you, feeling so exquisite, so perfect, so heavenly to his every sense.

He helped you hook your knee over his shoulder, his other arm snaking around your leg, pulling you even closer. You could feel his smirk against your cunt the moment he realized your legs were shaking, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care, not with his wicked talented mouth devouring you like a last meal, rocking your whole world, making you see stars behind your closed eyelids.

You always knew that man would make the stars fall.

Tom kept on, penetrating you with his tongue as far as it would go, his whole face moving against you. The slight burn of his scruff felt delicious against your delicate labia, as he used his fingers to open you up like a flower, separating your petals to get to the delectable nectar inside. You were close, he could feel it, the obscene sounds you were making, the waves of sweetness falling on his lips feeding his ego, filling him up with pride. By the time the night was over, you'd be unable to forget him. He would make sure of that. He would make you come, over and over, until the only thoughts left in your brain were of him, the only word your lips knew how to speak was his name. He would mark you, like a bloodstain, like you had done to him.

Almost there, he almost had you. Your muscles were locking, your walls starting to tremble, when a loud crack resonated over his head, and you stepped away on unstable legs, breathing hard. You didn't even need to breathe, it was just his effect on you. He made you feel human. And it was both exhilarating, and terrifying.

You took another step back, but he took hold of your ankle, tugging hard enough to make you fall on his lap, white skirt covering the place where his hands were fumbling with his zip, with his boxers, aligning himself with your entrance.

"Fuck!" He cursed, as you sank on his rock hard cock, not giving him any time to get used to the feeling of you around him, before starting to move.

"How does it feel" You taunted, "fucking a monster? Is it as good as you dreamed of?"

Better. You felt even better. Tom hadn't thought it was possible, but he loathed you even more for it.

"Shut up" He growled.

You leaned forwards, breath hot against his ear,

"Cause you feel amazing, Tom. Your cock feels like heaven"

His hand tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as he crashed his mouth to yours again, the other fumbling for the buttons at the back of your dress, tugging and pulling, tearing at the fabric, in his haste to feel more. More of your skin against his, more of the body that had been his hyper fixation for far too long.

You sat up, still grinding on his cock, letting the tattered dress fall to your waist, watching in satisfaction as his eyes went wide, zeroing on the way your breasts bounced in sync with your hips.

Reaching up, for a glorious second Tom could feel one perfect pebbled nipple against his palm, the roundness, the weight of your soft flesh on his fingers; before an invisible force pinned his hands to his sides.

You tsked.

"Still don't get it, do you little hunter? This?" You let yourself fall all the way down his thick cock, hard, tearing twin moans from his mouth and yours, "This isn't about you. This is about me."

Leaning back, you braced yourself on his strong thighs, changing the angle, changing your movements to a slower rocking against his pelvis. The friction against your clit was perfect, the feeling of his big, throbbing dick so deep inside you, stretching you like no one before, sending electrical pulses through your spine. It was decadent. It was ecstasy.

It was torture. Underneath you, Tom was sobbing, eyes bright with unshed tears, fighting in vain against his bonds. He needed it faster, harder, anything to help tilt him over the edge you were keeping him on, your sweet cunt too tight, too good around him to allow his cock to soften, your rhythm too leisured to let the tensed, strained coil inside him to snap. You were uncaring, using him remorselessly to get yourself off, your little moans getting higher in pitch the closer you came to your climax. Tom felt himself getting higher just by looking at your beautiful pleasure ridden face. You cried out, and suddenly it was happening, you were coming, pulsating around his cock, falling apart on top of him.

And the ground beneath him quaked. The sky above his head bled, the blue twilight torn open by lightning, and thunder, despite the fact that there wasn't a single cloud marring its diaphaneity. You fell forwards, hand braced on the tree, next to his face, ridding the aftershocks of your orgasm until the end.

"No!" Tom cried when, after a few seconds of catching your breath, you dismounted him, letting his dick slip out of you.

You arched a brow,

"Something you want, Tommy?"

He locked his mouth shut, gritting his teeth. You smiled, amused, knuckles stroking his still iron hard cock.

"Do you need more, little hunter?" You enveloped him in your hand, moving it up and down his member, watching the head disappear under his foreskin, "Do you need to come?"

He banged the back of his head against the bark.

"Yes!" He finally admitted, "So badly…"

"Then beg" You commanded, stilling your hand. He snapped open the eyes he hadn't realized he had closed. Oh, if looks could kill…

"Never" He hissed, livid.

"Very well, then" You picked up your pace, pumping him fast, your grip almost too rough. He gasped for air, feeling the telltale tightening of his balls, the coil inside just about to break under the tension. But you must have felt it too, cause your hand let go of him altogether. Too late, he understood what you were doing.

One beat. And then another, and he was coming all over his t-shirt, orgasm completely ruined.

He cursed, tears escaping through the corner of his eyes, fingers digging into the moist ground under his hands. You chuckled, cruelly, standing up and stepping out of your shredded dress. He could have ganked you with the demon blade in that moment, he really could have, except his hands were still pinned by an invisible force at his sides.

"Let me go, you bitch," Tom growled, tossing, fighting against his restraints to no avail, "aren't you done?!"

"Not quite." You smiled, mockingly sweet, "Just one more thing before I leave. Don't worry, it will only hurt for a minute…"

He renewed his efforts to escape, as you bended over, reaching for his chest, white hot pain burning through his ribs. He almost cried out, but what he saw stole the voice from his throat, turned his blood into ice inside his veins, leaving him shaking, jaw slack and mouth open in a soundless scream:

You, naked and gorgeous and terrible. Transfixed, eyes glowing with a supernatural indigo light, the shadow of two massive, bended, broken wings projected on the trees behind you.

Not a demon, he thought. You're not a demon.

You smiled, and it was terrifying.

"No. I'm the thing demons have nightmares about" You replied out loud to the words he had only said in his mind, "And now, little hunter, you belong to me. Mind, body and soul"

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fem!Miya!Reader & Miya family

Part of the Third Miya Series

Synopsis: Three is a weird number. It's only two units bigger than one and only a unit more than two and yet it seems to be so much more, especially when the three in question are toddlers needed to be dressed for kindergarten.

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a/n: baby Miyas, the ultimate serotonin providers 🙃 if you wanna be tagged in future chapters let me know, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

Mrs Miya has always trusted her gut feeling and in that moment it was telling her the bathroom was down the corridor, last door on the left, and, just as Mr Miya had told her that morning, eating leftover curry for breakfast was a dreadful idea.

Doctor repeats her words and Mrs Miya's neck becomes completely stiff. If it wouldn't she'd perhaps be able to look at her husband whose face turned ashen pale. “Triplets?“

Well, this will take buy one get one for free jokes on a whole new level.

Doctor's words are just buzzing and the soon to be Miya parents nod and smile and nod and hold on each others' hand as if there's no tomorrow. They're silent on the way out.

Mr Miya turns to his wife. “Do they even sell strollers for three kids?”

Three is a weird number. It's only two units bigger than one and only a unit more than two and yet it seems to be so much more, especially when the three in question are toddlers needed to be dressed for daycare.

You all wear the same colours because Atsumu would throw a tantrum if your jumper wasn't the same colour as his and you would throw a tantrum when yours was a different colour than Osamu's, who in turn would throw a tantrum because his jumper was now the same colour as Atsumu's.

Mrs Miya had read advices that one should always dress their twins (or, in this case, triplets) differently as it is good for their personality development; which is all well and good and a great advice, except that whoever wrote it forgot to take into account that two and a half out of her three children saw being dressed differently as their siblings as a horrific violation of their toddler rights.

Your parents tell themselves one day you'll grow out of this phase, but till then mom stitches little numbers one, two, and three on the edges of your clothes. She did start stitching your names, but with only two pairs of hands in the house and three little sprouts in constant need of attention there was never enough time to finish them.

“One,“ says Mr Miya and Atsumu raises his hands.

“Ichi!“ he proudly chimes.

“Two,“ Mr Miya grabs you before you'd crawl out of the reach of his arms.

“Ni!“ like his brother Osamu too raises his chubby fists, but only halfway.

“And three!”

“San!“ You hug your dad's neck, perhaps hoping that will get you out of having to wear socks.

And heaven forbid they ever messed up which jumper belonged to whom. It was beyond your parents' wisdom how you could tell the number stitched on the edge was not the same they said when counting your heads, but you could.

“Must be yer superpower,“ jokes Mr Miya while changing your sweater that has the wrong number on the edge. He barely pulls it off when Atsumu's chubby hands already grab it and begin pulling it over his head. He screams when his father offers to help, pouting even if he's completely lost between the left sleeve and the opening for the head.

“Alright buddy,“ muses Mr Miya and turns his attention to Osamu who already pulled his socks off so, naturally, now you've mysteriously lost one of your socks too. Mr Miya sighs. Maybe it's time to let his boss know he's going to be late.

Three is an enormous number, when the three in question are a feverish toddler in your arms and two more running around doctor's office. Perhaps it was time to ask the daycare to put you three into different groups. That will cause an outrage, oh ever since the 'One child, one pillow' incident Mrs Miya is well aware of that. But then again, better that than all of you throwing a tantrum when only one got to leave the daycare early.

“One, two, three,“ she counts your heads under her breath, then hurries over to where you just picked up a very interesting small stone that probably fell from the soles of someone's shoes, “San! I mean y/n, sweetie, that's a stone. See, it's rough and cold.“ You whine when she takes the treasure from you but still listen closely to her words that spark Atsumu's interest too, and he trots closer to see what is happening. Thankfully feverish Osamu has fallen asleep in her arms. Really, the last thing she needs is his firm conviction the stone is just greyish candy. Mrs Miya still lets Atsumu take the stone in his hands. “No,“ she grabs his hand when he lifts it towards his mouth that is already curving into a grimace. “Hey, hey, no need to cry over it sweetie. Yer gonna wake up yer brother and he needs sleep right now.“

“Is he sick?” your tiny voice chimes in. Mrs Miya nods. “Because he ate melon seeds,“ you nod with all the wisdom of a 3 year old. “He's growin' melons in his tum-tum,“ you tell Atsumu whose wide eyes blink twice before he bursts into tears.

“One, two, three,“ Mrs Miya counts your heads while you play around the house. If you hide from her sight sooner or later screaming and crying alerts her something happened. A moment later Mr Miya returns to the living room with a very much red faced and screaming Atsumu in his arms.

“What happened?“ she asks, crouching down to console you, also crying because there's no way you'd let your brother scream his lungs out by himself.

“Ah the usual,“ he places the scissors on the counter, “wouldn't let him shred his shirt. Osamu, no!“ He quickly grabs his other son who also starts crying, shocked that his own father would take the lost sock from him before he got the chance to find out how it tastes.

Ah, just another Sunday.

The good thing about three children running around is they're never lonely. There are always games to play, fights to win, faces to colour. Most of the days all of you exhaust yours (sometimes apparently infinite) supplies of energy by the time evening falls. Mr Miya puts you to bed (one bed, because trying to make you sleep in separate cribs is apparently a disgusting violation of Toddler convention) before he collapses beside his wife.

“Asleep?“ she asks.

Mr Miya hums. “For now.“

The moment they turn the lights off slide door across the hallway open. Light steps cross the dangerous waters of the dark hallway, enter the bedroom and climb over Mr Miya to the safe haven between the parents.

“Bad dreams?“ asks Mrs Miya. In response Osamu sniffles and snuggles closer. Not a minute passes when two more pairs of legs pass through the darkness of the hallway and climb to be beside their brother. You shriek when Atsumu pushes his cold feet on your back, but dad's stern word makes you stop. A few moments later you're all asleep.

“One, two, three,“ sleepily mumbles Mrs Miya, patting each of your heads.

“Four,“ says Mr Miya and his wife giggles.

Three is the number of band-aid packages your parents buy per month. Ever since you've grown for about a chopstick taller, well you only grew for about three thirds of a chopstick because nature thought it would be funny if you got outgrown by your brothers at the tender age of 5, it turned out the tall tree in the park could in fact be climbed, if you climbed on someone's shoulders and then pull them on the lowest branch. Sadly the branches aren't big fans of being climbed on but no amount of scratches and falls could stop you from trying.

“A champignon never stops tryin'!“ proclaims Atsumu after the failed attempt that left bark in his hair and Osamu laughing on the branch.

“What's a champignon?“ you ask.

“It's the person who's the best! It's what I'll be one day!“

Osamu snorts, firmly grabbing on the thin branch he's sitting on. “Champignon's a mushroom.“

“No it ain't!“

A mushroom, you make a little note in your memory, because no matter how much Atsumu protests you're more inclined to believe Osamu when it comes to mushrooms.

Your heads turn when you hear mom calling and waving, waiting for Osamu to climb down before running over to her.

“I win!“ announces Atsumu despite Osamu reaching her first.

“Why, because yer a champignon?“

“Are we all here?“ loudly asks Mr Miya before his boys could jump into each other's hair, “identify yerselves!“

“One!“ calls Atsumu.

“Two!“ calls Osamu, louder.

“Three!“ you call and jump, because being louder than them was never an option.

Four heads turn to Mrs Miya. “Mom,“ she raises her hand.

“Excellent!“ proclaims Mr Miya as three small voices cheer. “Then we can get goin'!“

“Where to?“ you ask.

Mr Miya picks up a stick and starts drawing lines in the sand covering the path. “It's a secret but maybe ya can guess, we'll go down this path-“

“A treasure hunt!”

“Almost. At the fountain we'll turn left, and what lies down the fountain path?“

“Pigeons?“ you try guessing.

Osamu bumps his fist on the open palm. “Ice cream stand!“

Mr Miya nods.

“Last one there's a loser!“ shouts Atsumu who starts running before even finishing the sentence. Osamu immediately follows, both ignoring your shouts to wait up.

Three is a funny number. It only works when the two and one have the third , because otherwise it's just one and two. Like a clover that got munched on by a picky rabbit that tried a leaf and then decided it doesn't fit its taste.

Volleyball sort of became the rabbit munching on the clover. One day teachers simply decided you're not allowed to play on the same team as your brothers anymore. And no amount of crying, screaming and sulking could convince the rabbit to give the leaf back.

“Maybe we can sneak ya in,“ suggests Atsumu one night, “all ya hafta do is wear our clothes. No one will know!“

So you try that and funnily enough, people do notice when one and two together make a three, and what surprises children even more is that parents also notice when they return late from school because they had to stay in detention. And as if cleaning the school hallways for a month wasn't enough, now they have to clean the house too.

It is however enough to discourage you from trying to sneak into practice again, so you stick with only coming to games and waiting for their practice to end so you can walk home together. From time to time some of their teammates stop to say hello or to complain to you about their shenanigans, but that's knowledge you hold to yourself, since you never knew when blackmail material might come in handy.

It's only when Osamu teases they get to go to a volleyball workshop and you don't that you get envious.

“It sounds stupid anyway,“ you try pretending you couldn't care less.

“It would be perfect for ya then,“ Osamu shots back and sprints away as you dive after him.

Maybe you are just a teensy bit envious, still as long as you get to play with them when they are home it's not that bad. After returning from their workshops you don't even let them take their shoes off before dragging them to the volleyball net dad set up in the garden. You stand where you always stand, by the net so you can throw balls for them to hit over.

Atsumu pushes you away. “No, this is my position now. I wanna be a setter.“

You don' mind, and throw the ball towards Atsumu who sends it back into a bit of an awkward place and you end up not even hitting it.

Osamu bursts into laughter. “Ya suck.“ He jumps to avoid the kick aimed at his knee. “We play with good players now so yer gonna hafta practice more. There was this tall player with a cool name! Right, Tsumu?“

“Tsumu?“ you repeat.

“Tsumu and Samu. It's our names but they sound way cooler now!“ proudly declares Atsumu.

Your eyes widen in admiration. “I want that too! What should I call myself?“

“Yer always copyin' us,“ complains Osamu but he gets ignored as the first name Atsumu suggests earns him a ball to the face.

“Oh I know!“ You bump your fist on your open palm. “I'll be San!“

Atsumu thinks it over with the same expression Osamu has when trying to decide which udon toppings to order. “San,... Y/n... San,... It sounds so cool! Whaddaja think Samu?“

Osamu shrugs. “San, let me show ya how to spike the ball properly.“

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hellmouthfm · 2 years

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ok ok ok would y’all rather see a power hungry asshole ancient vamp, a witch raised in a hunter family, a human who sells their blood to vampires (or is the bloodbag to a specific person should anyone want this connection), or a human who runs a bullshit ghost hunting youtube who came here because they heard rumors about the place?

oh gosh, anon ! all of them are such wonderful ideas ! i included the admin's answers under this read more because it got a little long. members, feel free to chime in and let this awesome anon know if you have a preference !

the glutton in me wants you to bring them all, but i asked my fellow admins to get their opinions. i woke admin samara out of her sleep and she said she loves the idea of the ghost hunting youtuber, but also that all four are amazing. admin morticia is out somewhere getting ready for a fun weekend, but i'll speak for my twin flame and say she probably agrees with wanting them all. admin carrie contacted me via telepathy to tell me she like all four as well. haha !

i, however, will try to be a tiny bit more helpful and rank them ! the silly human almost made it to my number one spot, but the witch from the hunter family beat them just barely ! i have a soft spot for witches, what can i say ! next up is the youtuber. i think it would be hilarious to have this human that has heard some conspiracy theories about san paradiso to have come to see if they're true. next up is the meanie vampire. we don't have that many vampires, but he have some subplots that involve them ( and plus i love mean vamps ♡ ). i also love the idea of a human . . . blood dealer ? someone that is trying to survive san paradiso on their own terms ? that's badass. they may be last on my list, but someone had to be and you made it hard !

not to overwhelm you, but you are allowed to bring four muses at the start if you're feeling more than just one and are up to it ! just wanted to attach this friendly reminder !

we look forward to seeing any of these ideas !!

#supernatural rp #appless rp #city rp #mumu rp #hellmouthfm ; answered

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thegeminisage · 3 years

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(it's totally okay to add it and I did see your reply just wanted to let you know!! also feel free to ignore this if you're over talking about it)

but yeah I hate the idea that dean can't be happy if he hasn't done XYZ checklist of things people have decided is the right way to cope because healing is not one sized fits all, and it isn't a destination. he is always going to be carrying the weight of what has happened to him and the things he's done but that doesn't and shouldn't mean he can't have a life he feels more comfortable and happy in than we see him in the series.

it also like to me just ignores the fact we have seen him happy in canon. not often/for long due to *gestures at the spn universe* but it seems to come from this idea that he can't achieve /true/ happiness unless he fits these ideals of what healing should look like and therefore doesn't value the very real happiness he /has/ had in his life, however rare. and I think the joy and good times he's had in his life do matter and selling that short is, harmful. the idea you can't be happy or content until you're finished healing the Right Way and anything before that wasn't valuable because you were still dealing with your trauma/mental illness just..makes me a bit sick honestly. it feels like good survivor/bad survivor discourse repackaged.

which to me ties in with the total deconstruction of him as a person/character that you mentioned which is a huge issue I too have with the implications of this whole ideal. as if the dean winchester we see in canon isn't deserving enough or capable of healing and happiness already and needs to become a different person to deserve/achieve those things which is, and I can't emphasize this enough, a very fucked up idea I wish people would take ten whole seconds to think through. anyway this is long but just wanted to say thank you for your consistently good takes<3

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UUUUUUGH ok you literally hit the nail on the head. good survivor/bad survivor discourse kermit nod exactly. also like, we saw dean try to be "normal" in season 6 with ben and lisa and like...he was miserable. i think dean's normal and dean's idea of happiness is different than what our idea of it for him might be. it's like with people who want cas to punch john. sure YOU want that but what would DEAN want?

imo the times dean's been happiest in canon are when he's surrounded by his family and/or he's in a fight he think he has a good shot at winning. a lot of people want dean to quit hunting and i get that because it's shitty and dangerous but dean finds so much of his meaning in his work. i think he could learn to find meaning in other things alongside it but i also think he'd never be happy fully giving up the life - just look at how guilty he feels in 2.20 knowing he's not out there helping people. i see his ideal scenario being like, he becomes the new bobby or something, and being out without being ~loud & proud~ if that makes sense. it's not the healthiest option but it's the one that would offer him the most contentment i think.

this is also related to a weird soapbox i have with people saying sam and dean should have separate houses. like yeah dean viewed separation from his family as the worst possible thing that could happen to him for the first ~40 years of his life but sure you think that's toxic so make them live in different houses??? dean gave up a "normal" childhood for sam and sam in turn is giving up a little bit of a "normal" adulthood for dean - he says so many times that he stays in the life in large part for/because of his brother, he wouldn't fucking move out unless he took dean with him. similarly when people want them to move out of the bunker bc it's not like a home, it's not a house with a yard...i get that and i have mixed bunker feelings but at the same time it's SAFE and it's THEIRS. they don't have to do wards or lay salt lines...you could not ASK for a place better designed to help them put down their hypervigilance.

but yes, the ultimate goal of healing is for dean to not be in pain, not necessarily for dean to become a "normal" sober starbucks-drinking dog-walking citizen with pride flags in his yard. it's just something people lose sight of. and i'm sure nobody is sitting there purposely engaging in good survivor/bad survivor discourse when they're just drawing cute art head empty but like UNINTENTIONALLY. the implications. when a healed dean is a dean erased then we have lost the thread a little bit is all i'm sayin

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#i can't believe you thought i was over talking about it i'll literally never be over talking about it #sorry it took me til the next day to answer u i finished the answer at 3:30am and i wanted to be sure u saw it so i waited to post it LOL #liz answers asks #anonymous #liz watches spn #liz's spn stuff #liz's meta

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