#im thinking instead of fishing with a rod

[dbphantom]

[H2O s2 spoilers] Charlotte has literally done nothing wrong up until now and yet the show STILL paints her as such a bad person in Pressure Cooker.

She admits if she knew Don was Cleo's dad she wouldn't have shown up and looks visibly uncomfortable (but still trying to be polite) when she realizes it's Cleo's house and has to sit there and watch Cleo openly be rude to her mother by giving away a gift bought as a gesture of goodwill.

Charlotte KNOWS Lewis and Cleo are talking about her and instead of being rude and nasty about it (LIKE CLEO WAS IN EPISODE 3 WHEN SHE MADE ASSUMPTIONS) is just like "yeah, your dad is really struggling right now, you probably wanna go back in there and help him..?" like OMG that was so sweet of her. Yeah she interrupted their conversation, but come on she was trying to be nice. Characters interrupt each other all the time on this show- it's a teen drama, that's how it works. Despite everything Cleo had already done to her, Charlotte was still looking out for her dad.

Then Charlotte accidentally knocks a thing of flour into Cleo and goes up to her room after Cleo storms off to personally apologize for even BEING THERE because she can tell Cleo is Absolutely Furious about her showing up, and openly asks her if she can spend time with/date Lewis because she understands the two of them were together and she SEES how Cleo is reacting, and CLEO GIVES HER THE GO-AHEAD, BUT STILL TREATS HER AWFULLY ANYWAY. She didn't HAVE to ask for permission, but she does anyway!! AFTER APOLOGIZING FOR SIMPLY SHOWING UP TO HER MOM'S WORK EVENT.

and THEN at the end of the episode Cleo is like "even if it IS Charlotte (who I hate for literally no reason other than she stood up for herself when I tried to shame her in public for hanging out with my ex-boyfriend who I broke up with), it's Lewis's choice" but then gives her an actual death glare at the very end of the episode when Charlotte is literally just looking at her and evil music swells all because Charlotte smiles. WHAT!!!!!

IF YOU WANTED ME TO HATE CHARLOTTE SO BAD WHY DID YOU MAKE CLEO SO UNREASONABLE AND MEAN THIS SEASON AND CHARLOTTE AN ACTUAL SWEETHEART WHO HASN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG OTHER THAN ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKING A BOWL OF FLOUR INTO SOMEONE AND PINING AFTER A GUY WHO IS- I CANNOT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH- SINGLE!!!

anyway brb making a list of all the times the girls openly use their powers or are just straight-up reckless in public SOLELY IN SEASON 2 so i can compare it to them getting really mad at Charlotte and holding her to a huge double-standard because she used her powers to mess with Nate a little bit because HUUUUUUH??? if you have any examples hit me up because im currently doing a rewatch and im on ep 6 and already have a few... most notably Emma using her powers during the soccer game to dunk on a seven-year-old, but also Cleo using her powers at school to [checks notes] take a shortcut across a field with a sprinkler instead of just walking around. I have a few from memory as well that i just haven't gotten up to yet (like Emma and Rikki harassing Lewis at his job and almost getting him arrested because they left the gate open)

>>>>>oh i see... tumblr desktop does not warn you if you have over 30 tags. noted... rip my essay on how Lewis also isn't 100% in the right here [with Charlotte. with Cleo he did nothing wrong (being overbearing... ok i get it, but she could have sat him down and talked to him abt how she was feeling before immediately jumping to breaking up) and even took her aside more than once to ask her if she was okay, if this is what she really wanted, and where he stands with her- to which she lies to his face during and says everything's fine, she's just protecting the secret, she isn't jealous At All, she doesn't want to get back together] because he unintentionally is leading Charlotte on bc he's not communicating the best, and then when they DO get together he's clearly not as invested in their relationship as she is, or how Charlotte was kinda jumping the gun a little but while their relationship is kinda messy in itself, it just doesn't compare to how annoyed Cleo makes me this season, i won't lie. also i did rant about the marine park incident again. it still really bothers me lolol

#H2O: Just Add Water #H2O Just Add Water #H2O JAW #maybe im just not picking up on subtle facial cues but Charlotte is literally just a sweetheart in the first 90% of #this season. a sweetheart who also doesn't take shit from Cleo trying to embarrass her publicly and reading her diary. #you'd think Cleo would know how shitty it is to do that to a person given Kim did it to her but NO! SHE DOES IT ANYWAY!! #cleo is so immature in s2 it is SO embarrassing... especially the fishing rod bit... girl that is like 100 dollars at the cheapest!!! #i get she's the main character so she gets to get away with everything ever but MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN...! #i don't think she ever actually apologizes to lewis or charlotte for the way she acted in this episode. solely to annette so she could get #the business deal for her dad... it's so SO shitty of her. like oh my god charlotte apologizes and you can't even give her the same grace #also THE ROD THING!! you unspooled his entire line (sending this massive bout of fishing line into the ocean) and dragged it into the #water where he likely wouldn't be able to get it back. and he's still SOMEHOW willing to show up to your house to speak in person and u #don't even give him the time of day to Actually Listen because you are being SO IMMATURE about EVERYTHING #Cleo you literally did ALL OF THIS TO YOURSELF!!!! PLEASE GET A GRIP GIRL!!!! #YOU broke up with Lewis. YOU embarrassed yourself trying to call Charlotte out and she stood up for herself. YOU threw a total fit over #Lewis and Charlotte fishing together to the point he felt it was necessary to talk to you in person. WTF!!!!!! <- angry #aaaAAAAAAAAA- #this is what i MEANT when i said I CAN'T WATCH SEASON 2 WITHOUT GETTING ANGRY!!! I C A N ' T #also minor thing but Emma being so OOC in this episode she doesn't try to stop them from harassing Annette and Charlotte with their magic #THAT IS OBSCENE EMMA WOULD'VE PUT A STOP TO THAT BEHAVIOR IMMEDIATELY!!! INSTEAD SHE JUST GOES ALONG WITH IT #as if Emma wouldn't be very willing to give Charlotte a chance after everything she saw Cleo do like 3 episodes ago reading her diary and #snooping on her life because she's 'sus' when she literally isn't she just has a crush on Cleo's ex-boyfriend #who. and i cannot emphasize this enough. CLEO BROKE UP WITH IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! #why does it take until EPISODE <S I X> FOR CLEO TO REALIZE *SHE* BROKE UP WITH LEWIS SO SHE'S TREATING HIM UNFAIRLY??? #SDKJGHKAFJGHAKLJHGKLJH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #im fine im fine. #spoilers #H2O spoilers #H2O JAW spoilers #H2O Just Add Water spoilers

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

so instead of focusing on the very uh strong feelings leaning in a specific direction i currently harbour towards this year's eurovision and the winner, im instead thinking about whether or not westeros wouldnt have its own eurovision and just how funny it would be to see like a lannister lose to some random crannogmen who brought their fishing rods with 'em

#eurovision #westeros #asoiaf #got #a song of ice and fire #hotd #house of the dragon #game of thrones

[adelaidedrubman]

to jestiny for the oc love interest insults :)

after fishing near each other for an hour in complete silence, apropos of nothing, sybille* asks, "so is it like a judith and holofernes kind of thing you're goin' for, or what?" *wasn't present for the samson and delilah metaphor

(blows you a kiss verbs warnings for graphic and loving descriptions of beheading)

jestiny furrows her brow, considering, then says slowly, “nah — i’d been thinking of myself as more of a salome type, but…” she shrugs and clicks her tongue against her teeth, tipping her beer towards sybille with a grin. “can’t be too fucking picky about head, am i right?”

she laughs at her own joke, taking a slow sip of her drink and allowing a brief resumption of silence before adding, “of course, i have always thought salome was kinda fucked up for sending off guards to take care of the ol’ whack-kcch for her instead of doing it with her own two hands. where’s the fuckin’ satisfaction in that?” jestiny shoves the handle of her rod into the dirt, propping the pole against the inside of her leg and leaning back with an agitated drum of her fingers against her thigh. she’s settling in.  “that being said, i think doing the deed while he’s passed out drunk is also a bit of a fucking waste,” she lectures, chewing the inside of her lip. “like — what’s the fucking point if he isn’t even conscious for it? if you don’t get to see the fear flash in his eyes as you bring the blade down?” she shakes her head. “i mean, it’s already such a quick way to die — all those nerves severed just like that.” she snaps. “you gotta find a way to add the build up before, right?”  jessie rubs her chin, thoughtfully.  “i’ve always thought i’d, y’know — maybe do one soft whack to the side of his neck to start, half-ass it — maybe pretend to miss on purpose, so we can tussle a bit after, give him a chance to think he can weasel away before really putting my back into it and lobbing it off clean…”  her bulky denim jacket is now pushed to the side to expose the hand axe holstered at her hip, her fingers absentmindedly stroking its handle.  “or bring a knife too, start with slitting his throat a little first — superficial, not enough to bleed out from. but enough for me to wedge my axe into while i hold ’im down.” her cheeks flush; her chest rises with a sharp intake of breath. “let him actually feel the blade under the skin of his neck before i wind it back and swing to finish things off for good!” she bursts into laughter, shaking it off before continuing, “now, ideally, i think the visual of actually having a silver platter with you he knows it’s gonna go on adds a lot… then again, you could —” this was a mistake to ask about. she isn’t losing steam anytime soon.  

#VERY sorry this turned into more of a mini-fic than an ask game answer but. she is very passionate about this particular topic #violence cw #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #otp: stop bothering these nice folks #oc asks

[c-swirlz]

Alone and Forsaken (But Not Really)

Prompt: “You would succumb to the dark if you stare at the shadows for too long, remember that a light source co-exists with them, you’ll find your light eventually.” Summary: In a world where you are eternally linked with another, Scar cannot find his soulmate. Pairing(s): Grian & Scar Warning(s): Injury Character(s): Grian, Scar, Scott Notes: Written for ClystGlitch as part of Fic Fight! [AO3 link]

In a world where everyone is soulbound to another, Scar cannot find his soulmate. Every day, he watches Joel and Etho mess around with fishing rods, and Pearl and Scott battle mobs side-by-side. Everyone just… spends time with their soulmates, no strings attached.

Scar doesn’t get that luxury. So, when Pearl is away on a mining expedition, he goes to Scott.

“You’re still worried about your soulmate?”

Scott doesn’t sound annoyed, nor does it seem as if he’s mocking Scar. Instead, he almost sounds… sad, and Scar simply nods in response, toying with the string on his bow.

“You’ll find them eventually,” Scott says, smiling. “Everyone does.”

In the distance, the fanfare of a goat horn blares, and both Scott and Scar pull out their own to join the chorus which responds. It’s muscle memory at this point; one of the few languages the entire server seems to speak. The fanfare is short-lived, but it’s reassurance that everyone is still alive. Still Green. The duo lower their horns, and Scott glances over at Scar, who has opted to begin staring at his feet as they dangle from the half-built structure he’s sitting on.

“Y’know,” Scott starts, walking over and hoisting himself up to sit beside Scar, “a while back, Pearl taught me a saying.”

Scar raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

Scott nods. “You’ll succumb to the darkness if you stare at the shadows for too long. Remember that a light source co-exists with them.” Scott places a hand on Scar’s arm. “You’ll find your light eventually.”

Scar smiles.

Grian, Scar has decided, is an idiot. He comes to this conclusion when the entire server is informed of Grian’s latest achievement via communicator.

Grian has made the advancement [We Need To Go Deeper]

Grian has gone to the Nether. Alone. However, Scar has yet to see a death message, so he supposes he has to give Grian some credit for surviving on his own for such a long period of time.

Without warning, an agonising, burning pain erupts in Scar’s chest. He cries out and stumbles back, clutching a handful of the tattered fabric near the top of his shirt. After a moment, the pain fades, and Scar breathes. Whoever his soulmate is, he can only imagine what they’ve managed to get themselves into.

His communicator buzzes several times, and he glances down.

Grian: ive made a mistake Grian: guys i need help Grian: please Grian: im being chased Grian: im gonna die

Scar very heroically resists the urge to respond with mockery, though he does allow himself to laugh at Grian’s misfortune. In a friendly, light-hearted way, y’know?

GoodTimeWithScar: coords?

Grian: SCAR Grian: will send coords in a sec Grian: am currently running for my life

Scar snorts as he slides his iron sword into its sheath, sitting comfortably on his hip. He receives Grian’s coordinates as he retrieves extra tools and Ender Pearls, as well as the rough location of the portal Grian used. He winces as another brief, sharp stab of pain cuts through his arm, and slings a backpack over his shoulders, ticking off a mental checklist of items before he sets out in search of the portal.

GoodTimeWithScar has made the advancement [We Need To Go Deeper]

By the time he reaches the Nether, Scar is down to three hearts. He’s rather offended that his soulmate has chosen now of all times to run into danger and get themselves hurt, but then again, Scar does that all the time. Reckless minds think alike, he supposes.

Grian whispers to you: scar pls help Grian whispers to you: i'm low Grian whispers to you: sending new coords asap

Scar pulls his sword from its sheath and deflects a fireball flying towards him in one fluid movement, scaring off the Ghast that dares to attack him while he’s preoccupied. Grian sends through the updated coordinates, and Scar moves immediately. His current location isn’t far, and Scar can faintly hear Wither Skeletons in the distance. His heart rate picks up, and he runs, dodging Blazes and Piglins with uncharacteristic agility. He stumbles when he’s met with another bolt of pain, but it seems his soulmate is making a valiant effort to keep the two of them alive. Scar has no idea how they do it, but he isn’t complaining.

Grian comes into view, battered and bruised. Behind him, several Wither Skeletons are in pursuit, weapons at the ready. Scar meets Grian’s eyes, and Grian’s eyes light up, his pinched expression relaxing in overwhelming relief.

“Scar—“

Grian cuts himself off with a pained cry, and at the same time, Scar feels the nauseating poison of Wither pulse through his veins.

…Oh.

Oh.

Grian stumbles, and Scar rushes forward, summoning his axe and swinging over, and over, and over, until the skeletons have been reduced to a pile of ashen bones. After banishing the weapon and retrieving the mobs’ loot, Scar realises Grian is on the ground. Not moving.

Scar glances down at his inner left wrist, and his eyes widen.

He and his soulmate — he and Grian — are on half a heart. Scar is confident he won’t be standing for very long once the adrenaline wears off if they don’t heal soon. Ignoring that for the time being, he scrambles to Grian’s side, kneeling down and carefully manoeuvring his unconscious form so he’s laying on his back.

“C’mon, Grian,” Scar mutters, reaching down to gently pat Grian’s cheek while using his free hand to lift an apple to his mouth. “Wakey wakey.”

A small sigh of relief slips past Scar’s lips as he watches their shared hearts slowly regenerate, and Grian’s eyelids flutter. Immediately, he moves to sit up, and Scar scrambles to help, tossing the half-eaten apple aside.

“Whoa, hey, easy.” Scar brushes stray hair away from Grian’s eyes, keeping a firm grip on his shoulder with his other hand to steady him. “You’re alright.”

Grian reaches up to run a hand through his hair as Scar helps him to his feet. “Wow,” he breathes, his eyes wide. “That was– Okay, yeah, that was stupid, why did I do that–” As Scar steps away, Grian shoots a grateful smile in his direction. “Thanks, Scar.” He laughs sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I can’t imagine my soulmate would’ve been too happy with us becoming the first Yellow Names on the server.”

Scar laughs. “I’m sure I’d find it in my heart to forgive you.” Grian’s sheepish expression fades, and he blinks, perplexed.

“What?”

Somewhere behind Scar, a Ghast cries. A fireball flies towards them, and Grian cries out, but Scar simply steps into its path, making no move to defend himself. The projectile hits its mark, and as Scar stumbles back, Grian winces, his stomach burning in the exact same place where Scar was struck. His eyes widen, and he stares at Scar, looking almost betrayed. Scar almost laughs, but he bites his tongue.

“How long have you known about this?”

In lieu of an answer, Scar shrugs, nonchalant.

“Scar!?”

Scar laughs, lifting a hand to his mouth to stifle the sound as Grian glares. “Listen, why don’t we head back to the portal and I’ll tell you the tragic tale of me; the man who didn’t think he had a soulmate, which was really stupid of him to be honest—“

“Oh my goodness, Scar—“

#double life #double life oneshot #canon divergence #grian #goodtimeswithscar #scott smajor #desertduo #swirlz scrawls

[radioves]

revisions on my warden post because someone pointed out the fact that the bossfight thing is kinda redundant because the warden was Specifically designed to not be killed i just kinda forgot because i think i wrote that when my brain didnt realize it existed

i still thing the boss arena thing would be cool, or at least shrink the deep dark down into its own biome or atleast a procedurally generated structure like an oversized village so players actually have to look for it instead of accidentally mining too far down and stumbling across it involuntarily

give the deep dark some layers. make the top layer of the structure look ‘safe’ and unassuming, maybe with a little bit of skulk so you know where you are. the main structure with the frame already has a motion-activated door, keep that so the players can find it and prompt them to explore it. or they can do the jungle temple route and just dig a hole through but thats fine because thats not where it all begins. metaphorically

and then, as they get lower down, make the skulk slowly engulf the structure. make it obvious that your Not where your supposed to be. have chests and lore scattered around that make players want to go in further. the structures already have what look like redstone tests, thats cool. maybe add some other pieces of lore to describe what it was like before the skulk. or, if thats not the case, what it was like living a life without sound

make the loot get progressively better as you go further down; gapples, end city [or better] gear, echo shards, skulk catalyst, scatter the shards of the disc around so players are forced to look for them

now, why is all of this underground? its because when the warden spawns, there will be nowhere to go. and when theres no where to go, theres no where to flee too and take potshots at it from. or divebomb the chests before flying away. or, idk, take a fishing rod and treat it like this is a family outing at the lake or something im just hypothesizing yknow

there will be nowhere to go, so your forced to fight it. or try to run through the twisting corridors. either way your most likely going to die, unless you just really want to kill it for no specific reason. maybe give the darkness effect some form of mining fatigue so you cant just mine under it to trap it. or just make the floor out of something hard to break, that works too

now im going to reference another game because we all love essay / rant posts who reference other pieces of media, but im thinking the warden can be a mob with a purpose similar to the reaper leviathan from subnautica. minor spoilers but im pretty much just describing the progression of pretty much every survival game

the reaper is literally designed to be unkillable. its a massive deathsnake with godawful amounts of health and a bite with massive damage that can destroy seamoths in two bites and players in one. you arent supposed to kill it- in fact, ive seen some players who are actually against it because the reaper doesnt drop anything on death. no exp, no item. nothing. its literally just a flex but all the while completely unnecessary. ntm reapers dont respawn so you kinda just ruined an entire part of the map But thats not my point

the reaper isnt there for no reason, either. the majority of the time, its there to protect the fragments for the cyclops, aka a key component to finish the game, as it has depth modules that let you go deeper into the caves than the seamoth, which is required since the later game materials are further down

my point is with this is the warden doesnt have to be killed to progress. it can be- as its name states- a warden. something put there to protect something else. something it doesnt want you near. something your going to have to put effort into getting to, more effort than just smacking it a bunch of times and going ‘i did it, im the best’

the warden can be very dangerous, and very useful, if it was just put it the right place. the deep dark doesnt even need to be shrunken into a structure or biome, just add chests to the underbelly of the city, and make the loot tables for the upper and lower chests different, with the lower chests holding the more valuable items

and hell, maybe if you get far enough down avoiding the wardens and their sonic shrieks, maybe there can be something down there that makes this all worthwhile. as where one journey ends… another begins…. [COUGH COUGH] li gh ter [COUGH]

tl;dr nah man scrap reworking the warden just rework the deep dark itself. force players to actually explore the entirety of it to find its loot and in return force them to deal the warden trying to kill them and make it so they cant kill it anymore by cheesing it via subjecting them to the Catacombs™️

also to the person who pointed out that they removed fireflies because they were poisonous to frogs. ik. just dont let the frogs eat them its So Simple ITS SO SIMPLE JUST HAVE THEM BE AMBIENCE MOBS AMBIENT PARTICLES EVEN GOD DAMNIT GOD DAMNIT GO- [i am dragged away kicking and screaming before being thrown into the back of an animal control van and am sent off to the pound]

#*holds up water battle* live :] #also i realize i spent skulk wrong that entire post but who the hell cares about the spelling of sculk am i right fellow skulc lovers #long post #minecraft #:0

[freeuselandonorris]

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im glad to help !! also sry this ask seems rly long now that im rereading it… i have spent an embarrassing amount of time playing these games. what farm type did you pick? it just occurred to me i didn’t ask that before but each one is a lil dif so im interested to know if you went w the standard one or picked a dif one.

totally understand that complaint! i’d recommend using a guide or the wiki for a bit of guidance, i always have the wiki up on my phone. you may alr know but it took me a LONG time to realize it so just in case, heres another lil tip! make sure to check the tv daily. it tells you the next day’s weather and the daily fortune every day, but on sundays, “queen of the sauce” teaches you a new recipe, and wednesdays are reruns. mondays and thursdays play “livin’ off the land” and it gives you tips on gameplay, like where to find certain foragables that are in season and things like that.

fishing is… tricky. i used to hate it but after years it’s fairly easy. it’s just about timing! it gets easier as you practice, upgrade your fishing pole and level up your fishing skill. if you get a training rod from willie’s instead of the bamboo rod, the green bar is larger so it’s a bit easier to get the hang of

so sorry you got laid off but at least u got to play cyberpunk!! i didn’t really know it was based off anything other than the tabletop game, that’s a new rabbit hole for me to go down. pretty much had the same experience, i remember watching the 2013 e3 trailer and being obsessed from the getgo, and then it was unplayable on launch and i was super disappointed. they spent a decade on a game and released it like that? i lost interest until last year, i saw someone on reddit say it was worth playing, so i gave it a try and i was fucking obsessed. played it for hours after work every day. everything u said. it’s so beautiful and realistic.

i played as girl v but i plan on going and replaying as boy v eventually!! i played before phantom liberty was released so i need to buy that and give it a try. the voice acting and visuals are what really make the game for me, i love all the characters you get to know. not many games have characters that feel so realistic but i found myself being weirded out by how lifelike they were sometimes. uncanny valley vibes or something. also, i really liked that npcs had sexualities rather than being player-sexual like so many games are, so depending what gender you pick, you get locked out of certain romance options. loved that. can’t wait to explore the romance options with boy v and see what else changes.

johnny is unreasonably hot. one very minor complaint: of all the people i get to fuck in the game, i can’t fuck my engram? unfair tbh. johnny should be telling v what to do while they get themselves off or something idk. ive somehow never thought to look up cyberpunk fic but i know what i’m doing tonight now.

i don’t remember what my skills were exactly, but i think i had focus on body, reflexes, and intelligence. they’ve overhauled the skill trees since i played, so idk how my game compares, but i used a katana and a shit ton of quickhacks and i didn’t have too much trouble! it’s very fun to run around hacking and slashing. i don’t remember the boss fight at the end of play it safe being too difficult. there were a few cyberpsychos that made me quit the game for the night but that boss fight didn’t take too much out of me. i cant wait to hear what ending you get and what you think of phantom liberty when you get to it !!

nooo don’t apologise this is such good advice tysm!! 💕 i’ve been in the mines and got some good stuff (and a sword!!) and the tv tip is SO good omg. i’m def gonna have a look through the wiki and start actually figuring out a bit of a strategy to how i’m playing instead of just clicking random shit lmao.

i picked the standard farm! i’m kinda curious to try one of the others at some point tho, i was gonna do the spooky one but then i figured i should probably start simple lmao

YES to all that, as cringe as the pov sex scenes are at times i do kinda love the way it’s incorporated into the storylines and the way you can play as queer (i had great fun with the sex workers in jig-jig street when i first started playing lol) — i had an interesting moment a couple of days ago where i had an option to kiss someone of the same sex who gently rejected me, it’s pretty nuanced which is cool!

okay i feel slightly less terrified of that fight now lmao, i’m trying to train myself to rely more on stealth and quickhacking rather than just panicked shooting which sounds like it’s prob the way to go here too so fingers crossed!

#gaming tag #answered

[lytheguy311]

my "fish allergy" || 9:13 04.15.2024

want to hear a secret?

i'm not actually allergic to fish, i just know saying that ends the topic.. i used to love fishing. it was an activity that my biological father did with me and my sister. i loved fishing. i loved the water. they used to call me a little fish.

it was an activity ruined by tragedy.

my family trusted my sisters' friend to take me fishing.. they really shouldn't have.. the hours spent by the lake weren't always spent fishing. they were spent grooming and once i really trusted him, he ruined it all for me.. i didn't really tell anyone because there was nobody i could really trust but my older sister. i kinda just stopped fishing.. eating it would remind me of what happened and i would get nauseous. so i started using that as the excuse.. "i'm allergic to fish", i lied through my teeth, hoping they couldn't see through the mask. eventually it came out like truth and everyone would drop the topic.

phew, i didn't have to talk about it... until him. he pulled it out of me. he wants to fish with me & i couldn't keep lying to myself and everyone else. lying to him feels so wrong. i had to tell him, i had to finally do it. i had to do the thing that scared me. the first time we tried fishing and i lied to him, i felt so bad. i couldn't keep lying to him, not this time. he gave me a redo, a chance to get it right this time. i finally told him & now instead of feeling sad and sick, i feel safe..

"look at me! i'm doing it!" i wanted to scream like a little girl as he taught me how to cast again. it's not like riding a bike, bikes don't change much. maybe my little barbie fishing rod didn't work like this one, or maybe i just blocked out the memory.

oh well, i'm doing it. i'm fishing again. i don't think i want to eat them for spiritual reasons. but i can feed my family without restrictions or needing a license so i'll take this over complaining about grocery prices rising.. or we'll do this while complaining about the cost of groceries rising. laughing because i need to smile and laugh doing the things that scared me. the things that hurt me.

i'm growing up and moving on while he's living his shitty life still on the rez. good. i don't wish you harm because im not like that.

thank you because now i can take the love of my life to the best fishing places and i don't have to worry about where my next meal is coming from. this time i'm doing with someone whose only goal is to protect and love me, instead of you forcing it and ruining a good thing. thank you for making me stronger, but fuck you because you stole a good hobby from me, along with all my fucking bicycles.

[becomingmayra]

It was nice.

As much as I want to be independent and not ask anyone for help. It was nice. It was so nice for him to help. It was nice to be cared about and thought about.

We went to the waterpark and I wanted a photo with my four brothers and me. My feet were burning from the hot floor as we stood together and I kept picking them up waiting to take the photo. He was taking the photo and he asked me if I wanted his sandals. I said I was fine. He took another photo of us and I kept picking up my feet. Not one of my brothers, cared or offered their sandals. He went and got my sandals so my feet wouldn’t burn. It was nice.

We went fishing on the jetties, where there were sharp rocks and jagged edges. Im used to carrying everything and taking care of everyone. He picked up the chairs and carried them. He told me to be-careful and take my time. My brother went ahead and left me behind to find his fishing spot. He walked with me and waited for me. I told him to go ahead and go with my brother and he said no. He waited and walked with me. It was nice.

We were fishing. I had no idea what I was doing. He stayed next to me the whole time and was patient with teaching me. He showed me how to cast and didn’t make me feel dumb for not knowing how to. My brother walked away to do his own fishing. He kept changing out the shrimp on my rod. It was nice.

We all went to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner and he always offered to pay. He didn’t even hesitate and always asked if I needed something. It was nice.

I had a huge headache and we were headed to dinner. I asked my mom to drive and like always she said no. He offered to drive and drove us all to and from with no complaints. He drove us around the rest of the weekend. It was nice.

We have three outdoor lights that have been needing to be changed but I needed help because the screws were too tight. I asked him to help. He didn’t hesitate and changed them all out with no problem. We had asked my brother three times during the weekend, as he changed them out my brother laid on the couch. He did it on the first ask and didn’t get upset. As I was helping him and passing him the bulbs and he was changing them with no issues. I thought wow. It was nice.

We have had some heavy wood and debris in front of our house for weeks now. My mom asked my brother four times during the weekend and he said okay but never did it. He did it, without being asked. I heard something being tossed into the dumpster and I went to check and there he was cleaning the debris. I told him to stop and that it was okay. He smiled and said “I’m almost done.” It was nice.

He went to Walmart to buy himself some undershirts and he called me and asked if I or my mom needed or wanted anything. I said no but he still called and asked. My mom asked for paper plates and he brought three packages. It was nice.

We went to a wedding. Instead of looking at girls or going to dance. He wanted to do math percentages, to pass the time. He was hilarious. He made me laugh the whole time. It was nice.

At the exact moment that he was up on the chair changing out the light bulbs for me, I thought to myself “Diosito, I want someone just like him.” It’s not because he’s handsome and tall but because he was caring and didn’t hesitate to help. It’s because he was funny and was just making sure I was okay for something as small as my feet being to hot at the waterpark. He may have been doing all those things just to be nice. But it was different for me. No one had shown even an ounce of caring for me or looking out for me in a really long time. It was emotional for me and heart-warming. It made me re-think if I did want to find someone for me. I know he won’t be mine. But he gave me hope. It was so refreshing to feel hope again.

It was nice.

8/2/23

#mylife #hedoesexist #oneday

[alienducky]

>steps over computer which is once again on the floor waiting to be air blasted and cleaned so the fans stop sounding like a tornado<

"Hmmm. I'm bored. Guess I'll go ahead and play Stardew--"

"Er. I'll play Portia--"

"I could always work on my fanart--"

"I bought that new crochet pattern! Just need to print it off and--"

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". . . . Huh."

#duckpond stuff #turns out everything i want to do needs my computer #i have a million other things i could do #but i dont wanna #want stardew #want portia so i can see where things are and write fanfic #want my two screens so I can look stuff up and write at the same time #im vaguely planning a farming sim game #that ill never make #because i suck at everything #but its still fun to try and work out how itd all fit #and what sort of fiahng game to make #that everyone wouldnt immediately hate #im thinking instead of fishing with a rod #you set up fish traps with barriers #and the game is arranging the barriers so that fish can get in but not out #and once set up its there all season! #but then you have to move it #because different fish live in diferent places in different seasons

[votederpycausemufins]

Well, this is the last chapter of the sort of… intro part of this fic. But there is so much more to happen.

im always gonna tag @helleborusangel and then the scattered au was made by @hermitcraftheadcanons

False killed another drowned while Stress continued to fix up their base. A creeper had managed to show up and destroyed a bit of their base, and before they could fix it there was another, and then drowned were coming up from the ocean. While the two of them would have loved to move further away, even head towards spawn, but they had tried that already and it didn’t go well. Stress had gotten killed and was sent back to her spawn in the middle of the coral, leaving False to run back and help her out.

They hadn’t managed to get any beds to set spawn, as right now they weren’t even sure if beds would work since their starting spawns were messed up as well as chat bugging out and regen not working. So, because of all that they were on the island closest to the coral reef and were setting up a base there. With everything going on, they were doing pretty well, having gotten a good starter base set up and were almost at full diamond.

They hadn’t set up a nether portal just yet, prioritizing better armor. Of course, they would head in for the first time with iron armor for scouting so that they wouldn’t lose their hard work to a bad spawn, but if they were going to explore that dimension without regeneration, the more protection they had, the better. The priority after that was getting their way into a fortress and finding supplies for potions. Blaze rods, netherwart and glowstone were going to be a priority, but while it would be nice to have regeneration potions, but the pair had found melon seeds in a shipwreck, so instant health would be a much safer option.

False heard Stress call out to her, and then the fighter killed another drowned before running back into the base, the whole place now patched up and better lit than before. For the most part, it was just the essentials with the only decoration being the style of the build itself, but there was one exception, that being a small tank that held a tropical fish that had been stuck with Stress where she had first spawned.

“Well luv, do you fink we’re prepped enough to head to the nether?” Stress asked, ready to switch her armor up. “I’ve already got a portal set up that we just need to light.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Plus we might be able to find Wels and Keralis since they seem to both be in the nether.”

“Oh, Keralis is in there too?” Stress asked, taking her comm out to look at the messages.

“Well, he got killed by some piglins and also got Hot Tourist Destinations, but never actually used a portal to get to the nether.”

“Alright, well when we get through, we can look for the two of them.”

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Keralis was once again very glad he could make stew out of the new nether fungi. While he had found a few red and brown mushrooms, he hadn’t found many and fighting hoglins in a mishmash of armor wasn’t the most appearing idea right now. There was the slight problem of it not being mushroom stew and instead some suspicious stew, and he was getting various effects from it, but some food was better than nothing at all.

The builder was glad he had at the very least spawned in the warped forest, so the most he needed to worry about were endermen and any stray piglins that wandered into the forest from the nearby wastes. And even then he had gold armor so they wouldn’t really bother him unless they saw him opening his own chests which he didn’t think was fair.

Using some bone meal he had obtained from a soul sand valley, Keralis worked on getting another crimson fungus for some more stew. Warped fungi was easy enough to get, seeing as how he was in a warped forest, but crimson was much harder. But hopefully he wouldn’t need to do that much longer.

With his supplies from the forest and nearby basalt delta, Keralis had gotten plenty of gold to trade with piglins. The mobs gave him supplies in return, and they had almost given him enough obsidian for a portal into the overworld. Where he would end up when he got to the other side, Keralis had no clue, but either way it would be better than the nether.

He sighed when the bone meal ran out and there were still no crimson fungi. If he wanted to eat later that… day? Night? Just… later on in general, he would need to either head to the crimson forest, or get more bone meal. And right now, the soul sand valley was closer.

Keralis got geared up and then started the trek to the other biome. He already had a safe path there, so he took his time to walk and not tire himself out and need food he didn’t currently have on hand. That said, he was keeping his eyes out for any trouble on the path as well as looking for any piglin he could barter with. He mistook a ziglin here or there for their unzombified counterparts, but unluckily there didn’t seem to be any normal piglin in sight.

But while his luck for piglin seemed to be low, his luck in general was not, because he was able to spot a portal on a hill in the wastes. And it wasn’t a ruined portal. Even if it had been, Keralis likely would have gone to it to see if there were any supplies he could use. But instead, this was just a lone, lit, hermit made portal.

Keralis booked it to the portal, nearly falling into a gap in the netherrack that led straight down to lava. But he was fine and no mobs were around to attack him. So he stepped into the portal and let the magic whisk him away, coming out on the other side a few moments later.

He was glad to see stone brick on the other side of the portal, something that didn’t really appear in the nether. A set of stairs was nearby and Keralis walked up them, finding a nice looking starter base sans beds, but with a small aquarium with a single fish. He moved over to a window and looked out to see the sun rising and no monsters around. He could also see the ocean and a coral reef under the water. After days in the nether, it was an amazing sight, and Keralis just sat there to take it all in. And also hopefully meet whoever built this place when they returned.

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Scar had majorly screwed up and found himself caught in a death loop of sorts. He had accidently lost his footing while pruning some chorus plants and tumbled into the void. When he respawned, he happened to be looking right at an enderman, who promptly killed him. And then killed him again when he respawned. And then yet again. Eventually he wised up enough to keep his eyes closed tight for the next respawn, and he was left alone, but keeping his eyes closed suddenly seemed like a horrible option.

The end was already quiet enough, and other than the feeling of the endstone under his feet, Scar could have mistaken himself for floating in the void. It had been so quiet before with only the sounds of endermen, but now it was louder. Scar snapped his eyes open to look around for the source of the noise, only to get killed again, but then he was careful the second time, looking for what was making that new noise.

It sounded like whispering, but it definitely wasn’t endermen. It also sounded too close to just be something quiet in the distance like the shulkers at the end city. Feeling a little frustrated, Scar shouted, hoping whatever was making the noise would hear him and answer. “Hello?! Is anyone out there?!”

Scar couldn’t help but let a shiver go down his spine as the whispering stopped. That probably wasn’t the best sign, but at the very least whatever was making that sound could hear him. Though understanding might be a different story. “Hey, if you can, I need some help! I’m kind of stranded out here!”

Scar paused, hoping for an answer. At first none came, but just before he completely lost hope, he heard a familiar voice. “We may provide some help. You have done a number of things that we can repay you for. But that amount is still not much, and when we stop, we will stop unless you can give us more.”

Scar knew the voice of the vex. Technically he and Cub had left that behind in season six, but desperate times did call for desperate measures. The vex didn’t tell him how many times they would help him, so he knew he would need to be careful with using that help. That being said, he knew there was one thing that would definitely help. “Are you able to get me back to the overworld? Preferably somewhere safe?”

There was more whispering as the vex discussed between themselves, but after a few moments, they responded. “Unfortunately, we are unable to do that. A higher power is the reason you are here in the first place. However, there are strings we may pull to give you access to an escape.”

“That’s good enough for me.” Scar replied. While it wasn’t an immediate exit, having one on the way was still a good thing to have. “Um, well, do you know who the closest hermit to me is? Other than TFC that is, since I know he’s in the end with me.”

Scar was pretty sure that would be a good question. The closest player would likely be whoever was almost to the end themselves, or maybe they were in the stronghold. Once he knew that, he would hopefully have another request that the vex would allow and they could send a message to them for him. But instead, the vex gave him a much more unfavorable answer. “Look up.”

Scar was confused, but then carefully looked up, avoiding the gaze of any endermen. He scanned the horizon for something, anything that might show signs of a hermit, but there was nothing. His next guess was that maybe a hermit had already claimed an elytra and was flying around, so he looked further into what passed as a sky in the end. And then he saw the bright color that was Bdubs.

At first Scar wanted to smile as seeing his friend, but then he realized the man wasn’t wearing any sort of elytra and was falling fast. Without much more thought, Scar backed up and watched Bdubs get closer before he finally ran to the edge of his small island and jumped. Scar yelled Bdubs’ name as he reached for the hermit, the other man not reacting until Scar managed to grab his arm. Bdubs’ eyes shot open and he looked around in surprise before his eyes finally rested on Scar. “Scar! How did you get down here?”

“You were falling past the island I’ve been stuck on. Look!” And Scar pointed to the island which was rapidly disappearing above them.

“I thought I was just ages into the void. I lost my comm forever ago so I had no clue how far down I was. No wonder I haven’t died.”

“Yeah, well sorry that I can’t really get us out of this. But maybe you can shift yourself a bit to the side so maybe I can catch you when you respawn again.”

Bdubs chuckled, glad for some sort of hope. “Yeah. See you in a couple days.”

The two held onto each other as they continued to fall, but Bdubs watched in horror as Scar was the only one of them to take damage from the void. A few moments later, he disappeared into smoke which Bdubs tried to grab on to in vain, but a moment later, it was all gone, and he was back to falling alone.

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TFC hid behind an obsidian pillar to catch his breath as the purple magic of the dragon’s breath was blocked by it. He was running low on health again, so he needed to be careful about getting near the dragon so she could fling him up at the right time. Without blocks, bows and arrows, ladders, or anything really, TFC just had to hope that he could reach the crystals and punch them just before dying. He had already managed to take out two, but there were still plenty to go, especially the caged ones.

There was a roar and TFC cursed as the dragon phased through the pillar and he found himself falling a moment later. He wasn’t close enough to any of the pillars with crystals to try and take them out. That was, unless he somehow managed to catch himself on the iron bars around the nearest crystal and not kill himself. But that was unlikely. He was already old and prosthetics weren’t the best for stuff like this.

So, it ended up that TFC found himself hitting the ground and respawning on the obsidian platform again. He slowly got himself to sit on the platform without managing to throw his back out and used it as some time to rest. He knew the dragon would probably find her way over to him eventually, but right now he was done with fighting.

He pulled out his communicator to check on how everyone else was doing, frowning upon seeing Scar’s many end related deaths. TFC wondered if it would have been better if Scar were the one stuck on the island instead. He could probably deal with the dragon better than him. Probably anyone could. Maybe once upon a time defeating the dragon alone was a feat he could manage, but his old bones weren’t built for that anymore.

He knew it was probably in vain, but TFC tried to send another distress message into the chat. He didn’t really have many other options for what to do, and for all he knew, it could eventually fix itself and everyone would just assume it was still broken if he didn’t check. But, with a sigh, he just got another error message. Maybe another time, that’s all TFC could hope for.

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Etho continued to shiver in the covers of the bed he had been put in. When he respawned on top of a mountain, he was surprised to see Grian and the bots up there. Even though there weren’t any trees or animals or life whatsoever other than the other people themselves, they had somehow managed to get a bed and some food. And looking at his communicator, they had managed to somehow all keep from dying from the cold, only having a few instances of falling or even one of starvation.

Etho looked over to Grian, who was currently sitting in the snow and shivering even more than he was. The avian had their wings wrapped around himself and was rubbing his arms to keep warm. Etho had tried more than once to get out of the bed so that Grian could use it, but the bots had both insisted he use it instead.

At first, he had complained, saying he would be fine and he didn’t want Grian to deal with the cold like this. But then he watched as Grian suddenly summoned purple flames in his hands, the fire’s warmth reaching the bed at least a little. The color seemed to reflect in Grian’s eyes perfectly, his irises matching the amethyst color at the moment. At least, that was Etho’s first thought, but then he remembered Ren and Impulse’s eyes being different colors, and suddenly he wasn’t so sure.

“S-So, how did you g-guys get this st-stuff?” Etho chattered out, making the two bots tuck him into the cover more.

“Dad made them.” Jrum answered. “When he respawns, he’s able to use magic to make us stuff like food or this bed.”

Etho nodded, but then looked up again. “Wh-why hasn’t he tried making something to get you guys down?”

The bots didn’t immediately answer, instead looking at each other nervously. “Well, something’s been up with Dad. When we got here his wings got weird looking and then there was that thing.” And Jrum pointed to the small ice and bedrock structure Etho had spawned next to. “And then he started attacking us so we had to push him off the mountain and when he respawned he wanted us to abandon him here and then you showed up!”

“S-so in other w-words, s-something’s wrong w-with him, b-but y-you don’t kn-know what.” And the bots nodded. “W-Well, th-that sums up a l-lot of th-things going on. L-Like e-every time I r-respawn, I sh-show up n-near someone e-else.”

“Really?”

“Or s-something l-like that. I s-started out at s-spawn with Joe a-and Beef.” Etho paused to rub his arms for a bit more warmth. “When I res-spawned, I w-was in a r-ravine with Ren. H-He s-suddenly attacked m-me like your d-dad did so then I w-was in the e-end.”

“Did you find Scar or TFC?” Grum asked, surprised when Etho shook his head.

“Neither. B-Bdubs is s-stuck in the v-void and isn’t d-dying. I d-didn’t see him but I f-found his c-communicator. I d-died before I c-could find out m-more. After that was th-the desert.”

“So Iskall or XB, right? They’ve both died of dehydration so that means they have to be somewhere hot.”

“Y-yeah, probably. But I d-didn’t see anyone. J-just a l-lack of dead b-bushes.” Etho explained. “A-anyway, s-sort of at that point I r-realized I w-was a-appearing n-near other p-people, s-so I made s-something to j-jump off of t-to send me e-elsewhere.”

“Okay, where did you go next?” Jrum asked before getting an idea. “Oh! And are you able to look at coordinates when you show up there, because then you might help people who are safe figure out where those who aren’t are!”

“Y-yeah. I’ve g-got access to those. J-just haven’t taken advantage of th-that too much. I s-spawned with Imp-pulse next a-and used a-all the time I h-had to tr-try and break a block w-with him.”

“Well, he’s still dying a lot, so if you did, it doesn’t look like it helped much.” Jrum said, Grum elbowing him. “Ow! Hey! It’s true, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but you shouldn’t say things like that. Etho is doing the best he can in a situation like this.”

“I-It’s fine. I g-get it. After th-that, I sh-showed up h-here.”

“And you have surprisingly lasted the longest up here based on the death messages.” Grum agreed. “Well, actually, it was longer when you were with Ren, but it’s getting close. You slept for a while when we first got you into the bed.”

Etho nodded. “H-How long h-has i-it been?”

The bots both looked up at the sky to look at the sun before looking back to Etho. “It’s been at least a day. We weren’t really paying attention to when you showed up. Uh… it’s sort of like… the middle of the fifth day we’ve all been stuck in this season.”

Before Etho could respond, there was a chirp and Grian started using fire to warm himself up again. Etho stared at the avian and then Grum and Jrum carefully moved Grian closer to the bed so the warmth of the fire would reach him, but not too much in case they upset Grian. “When we first got you into bed and you fell asleep, Dad got upset and attempted to attack you, so we’ve been trying to keep that from happening again.”

“Th-thanks.”

Since Etho wasn’t stuck in the snow, the cold wasn’t enough to kill him, so the bots did their best to keep him warm and fed. At the same time, they talked things out with Etho about what they could do since Etho could find people and Grian seemed to be able to get them necessary items.

Eventually, night fell and Grian forcefully got closer to curl up with the bots, each of them finding themselves pinned under one of their dad’s wings. They were worried about Etho at first, especially when Grian moved closer to the bed, but the only thing then needed to worry about was Etho’s bones accidently being crushed when Grian plopped himself onto the bed and tried to squeeze all four of them on the mattress made for one person.

Surprisingly, they all managed to get to sleep in that position, but it didn’t help advance the day forward like the first time Grian used the bed. Despite being metal, the combined body heat of Grian and Etho kept all of them warm, as well as from them just being out of the snow. Since the bots technically didn’t need to sleep, they mostly stayed awake to keep an eye on things, though taking it in shifts so they didn’t overdo it. But the night was calm, and it looked like everything was going to be fine.

And then just as the sun was coming up over the horizon, things changed. Grian got up suddenly, winding Etho and causing the bots to fall to the ground. His wings were puffed up in agitation and flames came from his hands, though his hands were over his ears, making it look like his head was on fire.

Jrum was the first to get up and go over to Grian, but the avian’s wings just swiped at the bot and kept them away. Grum tried next but just got the same result, though he was hit away at a different angle, nearly sending him off the edge of the mountain. Etho, despite having nothing except a bit of food, got up from the bed to get close to Grian, managing to dodge his wings.

By the time Etho reached Grian, he had started hyperventilating. The ninja put his hand on Grian’s shoulder and he whipped around, bright amethyst eyes staring unfocused at Etho. “C-can you t-tell m-me what’s up? What’s going on?” Grian didn’t respond verbally, but his eyes flicked over to the pillar next to them on the mountain. “That’s c-causing it? L-Let’s s-see what w-we can do a-about it.”

Etho walked over to the pillar and looked it over before trying to break the ice since he obviously could break bedrock. He was a little weak from the cold, but Etho was sure he could do this. He had done it for Impulse, and that was underwater. The thing was, he couldn’t get far before he found himself face down in the snow, a hand on the back of his head keeping it down so he couldn’t look up. With a bit of struggling, however, Etho was able to twist his head to the side and his good eye looked up at Grian.

With his voice muffled by the current situation, Etho tried to say something to Grian, not sure if he would hear or even respond. “Grian, what are you doing?”

For a moment, Grian didn’t answer, then he cocked his head to the side confused as well as gave a smile. “Oh, do you mean-?” He cut himself off by laughing. “What I'm doing is making sure you keep going. You won’t fix anything like this.” Etho tried to question what Grian meant, but there was suddenly more pressure pushing him down and preventing him from talking. “Go on now. Freeze to death. You’re only really getting that here.”

Etho was vaguely aware of the bots trying to get him to the bed and pull Grian away, but they didn’t seem to be strong enough for that. There was the clank of metal hitting together, then on stone further down. “Welcome to day five. I’ll speed us through so we can get to the good stuff.” And then Etho froze to death.

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As the sun was rising, Joe got up with a start. Something didn’t feel right. He jumped out of bed and went looking for Beef, finding him still taking a nap in his own bed. Joe shook the other hermit awake, not wanting to be alone if his new bad feeling was dangerous at all. Beef complained a little at first, but when Joe explained further, he dragged himself out of bed and geared up.

Swords were drawn as they left the building, looking everywhere they could for danger and making sure to watch each other’s backs. Any mobs from the night were dying from the sun aside from some creepers which they took care of with a couple arrows. But other than all that, there was nothing that really stood out.

Giving up, they started back to their beds, taking a different path back, and then suddenly Joe realized what was the problem, and why he felt off the night before. “Beef, I think that’s our problem right there.”

Beef looked over to Joe, then to where Joe was pointing. Right where the main building of spawn was, or at least, where it had been. Standing in its place, towering above the other buildings, was a tower of various blocks like obsidian, bedrock, endstone, blackstone, and more. The pair moved to get a better look at the new building, finding an entrance at its base which was a few blocks above the surrounding terrain, though it had also appeared with a hill.

“Well, I think we should stop working on makin’ more shelter.” Joe spoke up after they had just stared at the tower for a few minutes. “We can make signs to tell people what’s up, but we need to gear up and find X and Grian.”

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[literaphobe]

hi michelle!

could you rate the mcc games pleaseee, i would love to hear your thoughts :)

(also, i hope you're having a nice day!!)

here are my ratings for the games :) only mcc16 but u can ask for non mcc16 in another ask this just got long

sky battle: very pog. i like how u have to run around to various locations to get loot, but also u get to kill people but also u gotta be fast bc oh no the border is closing in!! bridge u little bitch!! jump! fly! run! i think it's cool how it's all up high so u could fall to ur death but also that gets annoying esp towards the end of the game n idk it makes it harder to clutch up bc of how the arena is built so u get many oh :( moments instead of oh!!! moments. plus the thing at the bottom kinda sucks like ok so u jump there as a last ditch attempt but there's no Real thing to save u there so u just die its stupid. make it worth it. i like the three round thing tho :D like its ok that u died u can try again bb!!! and im interested to see more cool ways to kill people in this than just standard pvp like dream used the fishing rod n it seems he has more tricks up his sleeve so im excited to see him 'make them regret allowing fishing rods' like he said. 8/10

battle box: my beloved!! i like the 9 rounds thing where u go up against every team n each member gets a Cool Thing that can help them in special ways. the wool thing is cute too. good game that tests pvp well! i like the maps mostly n the kits r usually cool unless they suck then they like make me go ugh 🙄 9/10

to get to the other side and whack a fan: it's cute bc there's quite a bunch of maps for this n there are 6 rounds so u can still come back even if u fuck up a round. but some maps r annoying bc they are frustrating n not intuitive or they are just annoying or like if u fuck up the first time ur almost guaranteed unable to finish or u get real close n then fuck up n then can't finish or some shit. sad :( i like it when the pov im watching does good but if they don't do good it sucks and the map is lousy >:( but its a very cute game n i think the punching is funny unless the pov im watching gets punched >:( then what the FUCK bro that is SO messed up WHERE is the sportsmanship :/ dhfshsfj 8/10, but that score rises depending on the maps

parkour tag: im glad because it reps parkour but it's got this unpredictability of one person having to catch three different people presumably all running in different directions. a balance of skill timing n luck n also teamwork :) also like battle box i like the 9 rounds. however the scoring is a bit scuffed n unless they change it its always gonna pull down good hunters who don't have other good hunters on their team etc, i can elaborate on this using dream as an example but that would have to be another post. 8.5/10

sands of time: i really like the some of the new changes like how they have brain puzzles in the form of the blue wool thing so it's not just ur skill in the game but also it combines various skills like fighting strategy and maze running and also parkour it is very satisfying to watch but also scary it really keeps u on ur toes and its fun watching people solve stuff and get the coins its like a treasure hunt i love it more just thinking about it... the vaults r cool the sand to give more time is cool n its awesome when the whole team works great n gets themselves a lot of time n farms a lot of coins hehe the downside is it can get terrible if u die or ur teammate dies and ur sandkeeper doesn't communicate well enough n no one gets saved then that is sad :( still tho conceptually i like it a lot n its potential is cool n the suspense of not knowing how well all the teams did until the end is good too 9/10

survival games: this is like sky battle but on da ground and u get a lot more loot but also if u die thats IT like ok too bad u lose no coins no redos u cannot redeem urself u cannot come back time for u watch the other teams play ig :/ like it's too long a game to have three rounds for too so losing means gg n u gotta wait a while. cute maps tho n its fucking awesome if the pov u watch doesn't die :) n they kill a lotta people :) 7/10

build mart: EWWWW 0/10 GJHJGH jk ok i genuinely do think it's a good game even tho there are certain issues like how despite the changes made its still a tad bit disadvantageous to colorblind players and also it can be disorienting in certain ways like depending on how u look at it a part of me thinks its annoying to collect materials n maybe they should just have everything at their disposal another part of me thinks its cool that they go out shopping for their littol building materials flying around n shit or even in the old shopping cart version its like a warehouse they got stone in BULK boys 6.5/10

ace race: god its fun i like the tridents n the BOING noises n how they go Zoom n Fly n Jump i like the pretty maps but i also do hate player collision n some of the glitches but they have fixed that so hopefully all things go smooth soon :) 8/10

hole in the wall: what the fuck its so glitchy. get well soon but it is kinda funny but it has also caused wars to break out. i like the three round thing as usual n i like the various jumping and shifting strats for various holes to go through (hehe) it is a pretty suspenseful game n i do hold my breath at some jumps bc u don't always know when they hit spacebar if they r getting through or dying. 7.5/10

grid runners: i don't fucking know man they haven't played it yet

anyway these ratings could go up or down. it all depends on how good the pov im watching does 👍 hope this helps

#ask #mcc #mcyt

[by-any-other-games]

so first thing i have to say about far cry (check out the other posts later)

i wanna talk about the best part of the game:

fishing

yeah i doubt its the most popular opinion but i will die on this hill. the fishing is the best part of the game

i grew up in buttfuck nowhere, so i have spent a lot of time being nearby wilderness things, and have experienced most wilderness things. that being said; i hate fishing, its boring and i cant be in the water, which is far better than being near it

far cry fishing is def unrealistic, but its sharp, consistent and believable, that i feel i could feasibly go fly fishing with no experience

and i gotta give the sound design so so much credit for that, the sound of the line tightening as the fish pulls, its such a subtle informational cue that doesnt use the bog standard fishing bar (im sorry stardew valley)

and the best sound i think in the whole experience is the fish sound, its such a wet sound!?! i dont understand how sounds get wet, but some games just nail that. its such a fun reward to the more mechanical, stretching sound of the fishing itself.

what really sets this as the best part of the game to me though, is the incredible contrast which it has from the rest of the game. everything from the story and sidequests are covered in guns, cars and explosions like they were sprinkles.

now im not saying thats a bad thing, the game does it really well, and its a fun time. and sure you can hunt, or enjoy the wilderness, stuff like that, but hunting means guns, exploring means using your fancy exploration equipment like your parachute and wingsuit and grappling hook, and it gets sorta action-y

but fishing has none. no pew, no bang, no zoom or vroom. its just you, some floppy bois, and the amazing natural setting of the game.

being able to go from freeing encampments in a blaze of glory, using john wick like gun-fu with your pistol and throwing knives, to then head out back with your trusty fishing rod and just, hang out. its impeccable, its kinda the thing that just cause 4 was lacking for me.

all too often i would start to get overstimulated with the constant blockbuster nonsense, and even with the non-explosion-y side quests, like wingsuit and parachute challenges, those still stunk (not in like, a bad way) of action movie stuff

im telling you

fishing

this also leads to a really fun thing:

i like fishing -> i wanna stop things that keep me from doing so

if im vibing by the riverside, and then some cultist on a jetski comes and scares off the fishies,

i get fuckin bothered by that.

so the only choice is to whip out the action movie bullshit and take your revenge

it creates player driven goals from what otherwise would just be a random enemy patrol. instead of 'oh dang, a dude' it turns into "SIDEQUEST: Protect the Fishies"

i think next im gonna talk about the gun stuff in the game, check out the tag for this little series #farcrywiththeo

hidden story to keep the post shorter

my first time trying out the fishing, i figured, "eh how bad can it be" and bought the intro fishing rod from a dude near a stream (im astonished they dont give it to you by default tbh) and gave it a few casts

i obvs fell in love w it, and hung out there for a good bit

the issue: the generic npcs in this game are... not great

so the dude i bought it from spent the entire time mumbling stuff like

im gonna catch me a big un'

nice piece of land we got up here, shame its bein' shot to hell

this lake is nice this time of year

on repeat

so i did what any person trying to protect their fishing time would do

ganked him

and then it was silent, and it was wonderful

#farcrywiththeo #cw guns #far cry series #far cry deputy #far cry memes #far cry games #far cry #far cry 5 #far cry fishing #fishing #stardew valley #just cause 4 #video games #game analysis #analysis #sound design #game design #theosthoughts

[insideofmys0ul]

hear me

Sometimes when i talk i dont talk in words but instead talk in the times when i dont say anything and i think a special kind of listening is required to hear the silence between the words but the emptiness is actually the most full part of any conversation and if you could just hear me when i dont talk

Sometimes when i think i am actually trying so hard not to think about what im really thinking about and all the things that im thinking about underneath my brain lake are being ignored as if i have a fish stuck to the fishing rod that im holding in a boat in the middle of my brain lake and im not pulling up the poor fish that is struggling so hard and jerking the rod almost out of my hands and in that moment if I just could hear me then maybe i would not be trying so hard to go deaf

Sometimes when i talk i dont mean what i say and instead my eyes say what i mean and if you could just see my eyes over the telephone you would understand that im not really ok and im not really feeling great! right now because my eyes do you see them they’re glistening with condensation because my words that are still hot from my lungs are trying to escape out of my eye sockets and if you could just hear my eyes then maybe my mouth wouldnt have to do the talking to say in ten minutes what my eyes can convey in a split second

#i wrote this in 2017 #poetry #poems #my poems #rumi #Writers and Poets

[foryouthegays]

techno liveblog w timestamps lets go for ‘a new home (dream SMP)’ stream

good laugh times: 00:13:50, 00:14:55, 1:38:45, ik it doesnt look like a lot but like u should watch the stream anyway bc philzas there and his laugh is amazing and they just go so well together

times techno calls phil his friend: 00:6:00 00:37:00, 00:45:17, 0:1:09:30, 01:11:15, 01:26:35, 01:50:05, 2:35:00

FSDJKFAF;LS HE KEPT THE MUTED INTRO IN JHKADFLS (ends at 00:1:25)

i like how, when faced with Leaving Youtube, techno would choose to be an author. i want a book by techno. reblog this if u want a book by techno (with an audiobook by him as well) /hj. 00:1:33

i love how he says ehhhhhh so much lskjhdfas (abt 2 mins in) 

who the FUCK just remembers that the word fortuitous exists wtf 00:5:17

00:7:45 PHILZA TIME PHILZA TIME LETS GO

00:8:55 tommy time :/

0:14:10 rANBOO JUST WALKS IN, LOOKS AROUN ,AND LEA VE SIM CRYING 

i love how much philza laughs at technos jokes bc pretty much everything he says IS a joke he just says it in such a serious voice that p much everyone else is like,,,yeah,,,,yup,,,,and phil just knows when hes joking and his laugh is so good with technos voice. sbi? whos that? i only know philza and technoblade

00:19:30 ghostbur joins! this is my first time hearin ghostbur btw

00:19:40 haha string axe technos so bad at crafting what a fool /j

00:21:07 ghostbur: “Even I remember how to make a fishing rod!” ghostbur u just MURDERED technoblade oh my god im gonna scream hgjdfksla i love ghostbur so much

00:23:55: GHOSTBUR NO!! DON’T DIE YOU’LL BECOME A DOUBLE GHOST!!!! -technoblade 2020

00:24:55 technoblade neva lies -guys he almost did the technoblade neva dies ahh!!!!!

i havent heard anyone talk about this but techno has a dedicated roleplay voice. like listen to him talk to tommy at 00:25:08. his voice gets more even, he uses names a lot more often (seriously, listen to his theseus speech. he says tommy so often, its incredible.), and his voice gets,,,,deeper? not deeper but smoother, in a way, and he repeats what he says for emphasis instead of humor. and his voice is louder, and he seems more assertive. 

00:27:30 philza: where we goin, by the way? techno: to our- to my new home. 

techno cmon let phil live w u wed get so much more content cmonn

00:28:50 the fact that he calls the manhunt theme “dream music” makes me laugh so hard. and then his version of it,,,,,m love he (also he sings it here and at  01:14:20)

00:35:10 why is ranboo so cryptic im-

why does he just casually know the word sentry wh at i hate him 00:39:45

this is the worst sentence (structurally) ive ever heard techno say im gonna cry 00:49:33 ‘im too busy thinkin of new ideas to sleep so i could actually execute them’ and tubbos *oh?* after is just hdsfgkjlka

LKSJDHFJK 00:51:49

00:54:30

techno: thats one of dreams powers, he can just stop the rain

tubbo, quietly: like jesus!

i love them sm dsfhkjla they kept going but i jus gdfhjksa jesus has op

techno @ being the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans: haha funnie!!

techno @ having fun w religious stuff: i wILL BE CANCELLED NO-

00:58:10 “hey if ur [ghostbur]  a ghost, do instant damage potions heal you now?” “...no,, they hurt me still :(” DSIULZKJHFSLKFJH 

01:04:00 his brother named the cow bob im- aww 

also he has a fanart wall again!!!

01:09:30 “phil, you’re the only friend i have left in this world.” aWWWWW HE GAVE HIM THE COMPASS 

“dont smoke, it’s a joke” -technoblade 01:14:15

ROLEPLAY SPEECH VOICE IS BACK AT 1:16:10 “they pillage my base for everything i’m worth, they use me for the revolution, but oooOOOoo i took a pickaxe with his consent? oOOOooOo i’m a thief!”

holy shit 01:17:15 “you know what, phil? for you, the world, alright? it’s fine.” oH MY GOD HHHHGHG (context, right before they were arguing bc phil took some blocks from his base and techno thought that when he said phil could take anything he meant from the chests)

the COMIDY of that villager coming in and sleeping while techno was readin donos at 01:22:05 RIGHT AFTER phil freaked out abt inturruptin his dono readin im SFDHKJLA:

techno talkin bout the winstreak and how he wont be able to live up to that sort of playin at 01:22:30ish is super important and ill transcribe it tomorrow, but if u can id highly rec watchin it. 

01:24:20 “[readin dono] what’s your favorite movie? uh, the princess bride is pretty good” techno ily that movie rocks also he said it so fast like hes ashamed of it noo

techno says no to canon ranboo son btw! 01:25:30

01:25:55 “i wasnt in that story, therefore it doesnt matter” all of technoblr be like 

01:37:49 is great lemmie transcribe

“how have you still not gotten a second monitor?? holy shit.”

“let me tell you something. and im only telling you this because i know that so many people in the chat are gonna be furious. so i recently realized- i think the second monitor can just be any ol’ monitor, right? you literally just plug it in, and its set up? well i mean you have to turn on some settings, but like, thats it, or something?”

“yeah,,,,, uh techno you fuckin destroyed my chat, by the way, oh my god, [earlier techno told his viewers to twitch prime philza] there has been like 40 primes just flying through”

“yeahhh twitch prime!!! twitch prime philza yeahh!!! so anyways the other day, i like, i looked to my left, and realized that my old monitor has been like, five feet away from where i sit and stream for the last three years?”

“oh my god...”

“so i- i literally do not have to leave my room to set up a second monitor and i havent. and i’m still usin my laptop for this stream.

“is this gonna be one of those situations where you like, you have a thing, you just refuse to do the thing?”

“listen, my desk is-

“yOU STILL HAVENT OPENED UP THE HYPIXEL PACKAGE!!!”

“AHHHH I HAVENT OPENED UP THE HYPIXEL PACKAGE! I HAVENT EVEN OPENED UP MY MCC COIN! DUDE I HAVENT EVEN OPENED UP MY ONE MILLION SUBSCRIBER PLAQUE! ITS STILL THERE RIGHT BEHIND ME! ITs sTILL IN THE BOX! i never made a video on it....”

“bruhhhhh [philza laughs] thats FREE VIEWS what are you doing??”

“ill open it at 8 mil :/.”

“you could LITERALLY make a video of you just like, throwing it off a wall, and then thumbing up, like doing a thumbs up, and then that would be it. 10 seconds. ten seconds. thumb and elbow in shot. [laughs]”

techno is such a disaster i love him

01:34:18 the way techno says “tommy, that statement has NEVER been true” i dont like sayin i simp for block men but GOD sometimes his voice is nicer than usual hhhgn

“man i sure wish tommyinnit was in this stream” -nobody ever (just after previous timestamp)

01:40:15 is fuckin hilarious and im actually crying oh my god techno just says things and says them well with a completely straight face how does he do it

i cannot WAIT until theres a president w the last/first name andy so we can say president andy and think abt technoblade

IM CRIASDNGUSFHD 01:44:38 PHILZA LOOK OUT LOOK OUT PHILZA  LSKJDAFJASD;LKF

i love when techno talks abt his vids. like u can tell he puts a lot of thought into the vids (esp these ones) and like at 01:47:00 he talks abt the “I DIDNT PUT DEAPTH STRIDER ON THOSE BOOTS, FUNDY!” and how its just that creepin realization that you were doomed from the start and how he made the armor, he isnt intimidated by the netherite bc he didnt enchant it all the way and only he knows that,,, and i just,,,hgg he

he reveals that hes writin the next arc at 01:48:00: “oh, speakin of arcs, chat, i’m writing the next arc. so, you know. hope nothin bad happens in two weeks, chat!” IM SO EXCITED like he clearly has his character fleshed out and is SO good at writing and retellin history im so so excited to see where he takes it AHHHH and also taht means he might stream more bc he might make his character more important (keep in mind this is the guy who wrote self insert hypixel fanfics. he has no shame in puttin himself first and i respect him so much for it) 

01:51:20 “they’re tryin to get a second customer but they’re riskin their first” is lowkey a good line

has anyone else noticed that techno says wise a lot? like at 01:55:10 he literally says “wise dragon armor” as a joke but like i think he says wise so much BECAUSE of skyblock like hjkfdsla

01:57:30 techno plea se eat 

ok 1:58:45 is hilarious and all but at the end of his ramble he says “come back, i miss you” and lowkey im crying 

techno needs to stop knowing his audience more than we know ourselves im hsfkjda 02:05:25 “the chat’s spammin ‘eat technoblade, eat!’ like they’re not gonna start, like, theyre not gonna get super sad if i ended the stream right now, like theyre not gonna all cry ‘i miss technoblade *sniffs* why- whyd he leave to eat food, why did he listen to our advice noooo’”

02:14:50 NEW VIDEO POGGGG CARL THE HORSE POGGGGGG  NOT A STREAM HIGHLIGHT POGGGGG

02:17:40 “i could start a potato farm out here to show how much ive changed” techno last time u made a potato farm u started an entire war that lasted a year that does NOT say calm and retired to me lskgdfjagsldj

02:23:00 why does techno just reference greek mythology so much. makin me scared for his arc. 

also he talks abt smp earth a lot in this stream i love it so much

i also just. love?? how much sbi respect tommy like they bully him but when talkin bout him they just have so much respect for how much work he puts into youtube and i just,,,,hgnn they r friends 

02:33:13 sbi streamer house lets go cmon

02:34:15 “i think if i streamed every day i could keep up” on one hand YE S  but on the ohter oh god techno no we have to keep up tho

hearing techno say “violence isnt the answer” is so scary  02:35:40

02:37:30 technosneeze 

hiS BROTHER SENT HIM 46 DISCORD MESSAGES SFKDJLFLKASF 2:49:25 i love his end screen so much hes just sadness,,,,retirement,,,t,echnoblade,,,the government is going to fall on its own due to lack of organization and ideals,,,,,,subscribe,,,,,sadness,,,,,also 2:50:45 is making me laugh so hard its just sad music and technos like??? whys phil in my house drinking milk????? 

overall, fantastic stream, if ya want some chill techno philza content i highly recommend. 

#stream post

[kierthurs]

i really love how you write hosea so sorry for another request but may i have headcanons of hosea teaching gender neutral reader how to fish and shoot a gun and shit... thank youb..

absolutely!!! i actually really enjoy writing these so tysm for the requests :]

this is rlly just fishing and not All Of The Tasks but i think it'll make up for that (hopefully!!!)

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note 1: im honestly not sure when this is meant to take place! its before jacks birth and the reader has joined the gang about three(?) months prior to this so like. timing is confusing here :')

note 2: i am not a good fisherman. i know very little about the actual fish and the process of catching them still confuses me. please forgive my apparent lack of knowledge </3

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It had been quite some time, but you still remember your favorite of the earlier days in the gang.

Winter had come and gone, and the warmth of spring filled the air. It was much nicer than the everlasting frost, as everyone in camp had agreed.

You watched as John and Arthur went off to hunt, wielding their bows and guns like proper hunters, and you waved them goodbye. In the corner of your eye, you spotted Hosea sitting by himself, watching the men ride off. 

"Hey, could you come over here a second?" He called to you once they were gone. You nodded, quickly walking over to the small bench where he was sitting.

"What is it, Hosea?" You asked, not quite sure of what he needed. He didn't smile, but something in his expression loosened.

"Well, I was thinking we could go fishing, since the boys decided it was calm enough to hunt." He replied. You paused in your movement to sit, but took a quick breath and continued to sit down.

"Ah, well.. that sounds like a wonderful offer, but I'm not exactly sure," You tried to sound as honest as possible, voice only a tiny bit shaky. Hosea stared at you strangely, before speaking,

"Do you even know to fish?"

You sighed and your shoulders slumped.

"Well, no," you said quietly, "I guess I just never had the time to learn."

You expected him to gawk, or laugh, or even just be mad.. but he wasn't. He seemed to think about the situation for a minute, and then smiled politely.

"It'd be best to teach you that, then," he spoke calmly and friendly, still smiling and grabbing his fishing pole from beside him. You nodded quickly, too surprised to give a proper reaction.

The two of you rode to a nearby lake. It didn't take long, and nothing too eventful happened on the ride, but you couldn't help but feel a little awkward. You truly hadn't ever fished before, never enough interest in it to go out and actually learn. (Though, you couldn't deny you were somewhat excited to learn from Hosea, who was claimed to be a "master fisherman.")

"Here we are!" He exclaimed as you hitched your horses on the edge of an old dock. The water was glimmering from the shine of the sun, sending flecks of light directly into your eyes. You squinted at everything.

"This should be fine enough for a trip," Hosea said, gesturing to a boat tied loosely and floating in the water. He handed you the fishing pole he was letting you borrow and untied it.

You were cautious getting in. It wasn't your first boat ride, of course, but it was your first trip to do anything besides escaping the hands of the law.

"What'll we catch here?" You asked. Hosea paddled the boat and looked around the lake.

"Should catch some nice bass, maybe a few fat trout if we're lucky." He finally replied, grinning. It was clear he was going to enjoy this.

He paddled the boat to about the center of the lake, humming very quietly as he did. You didn't recognize the song. 

"Here you go," he put a worm from his small container in your hand, and you flinched. It wasn't alive, of course, but you were unused to old men putting worms in your hand.

"This is a little gross," you mumbled. Hosea laughed. 

"Of course it's gross! It's fishing," he sounded amused, and you rolled your eyes.

The worm wasn't hard to get hooked, and he helped you position the pole to cast it out. It took a few minutes to get comfortable with the rod, but you managed.

"Now, when a fish comes biting, you have to be careful about reeling him in," Hosea explained, casting his own rod out on the other side of the boat, "Because you might break the line."

"You can break the line?" You asked, a bit surprised."

"Again, of course. It's not invincible and some of those fish are real tough," Just as he said that, his fishing pole tugged forward. He made a joyful noise and began to reel the fish in. 

You, meanwhile, watched the water for several minutes without any result. It felt boring, and a little sad. 

"I'll let this one go, since he's so small," Hosea said as he tossed whatever fish he had caught back into the water. You sighed.

"Hey, now, don't be upset. It's your first time fishing, you're bound to be disappointed by the results," Hosea turned to you and patted your shoulder. You shrugged. 

"I mean, I guess you're right. Just feels like it's useless to come out here with you when I'm not actually going to catch anything.." You got quiet as you spoke. Hosea's expression got tense.

"I told you, it's alright. I took you out here to spend time with you, kid, and that's exactly what we're doing, ain't it?" 

You paused. 

"That's why we're out here? I thought it was supposed to be to catch fish," You asked, confused. He started to smile again.

"Yep! I pulled a good, old fashioned trick on you. Told ya we were catching fish, got some bonding done instead," He tried to sound dramatic and full of mischief, but all it did was make you chuckle. 

"Well, actually, we probably should catch some fish. I don't think we should rely on the boys to get a real dinner." He cast his rod out once more, and you went back to fishing.

It wasn't too long before you caught something, a decently sized rainbow trout that seemed fit for supper.

"Good job," Hosea said. He slapped your back lightheartedly and you nearly dropped the fish. You glared at him, but he kept beaming and helped you get it in a bucket. 

"Give us an hour, and we'll have enough to feed the gang for a week!" He exclaimed. You tried and failed at keeping back a proud smile. You supposed that would be the ending of the interaction, but he reeled his pole in and sat down.

"Sit next to me, would you?" He asked of you, patting the space beside him. You sat. 

"Now, I don't want to sound like a sentimental old man, but I'm proud of you. Real proud," Unsurprisingly, he sounded like a sentimental old man.

"Thank you, Hosea-" You tried to reply but he shushed you in a semi-silly way. 

"It's not just 'cause of the fish, though. You did a real good job out here, but you've been doing good jobs. You bring in new info, you support others, you're such a tender person.. You're a good addition to this group of ours," He beamed at you, eyes sparkling with graciousness and pride, "And maybe sometimes our jobs will be boring, and maybe you ain't been here but a few months, but that don't quite matter, now does it? I- well.. I feel like a father to you, in a way."

You were silent, sitting still but with an expression of awe. He felt like a father towards you?

You shakily grabbed his hand and smiled until you could feel the corners of your eyes folding in. Hosea chuckled.

"In a few ways, I love you, kiddo."

With a happy face and a warm tone, you replied,

"Love you too, Hosea."

#rdr2 #hosea matthews #reader #writing #request

[jjpogue]

❝TRUCE pt.3 — jj.m

Pairing: jj maybank x kook! reader

Summary: you join jj and john b on a boat ride. You realize you’re getting along better with the pogues than you ever expected. Getting high is a bonus.

Length: 1082 words 

Warnings: canon typical swearing, smoking weed, slow burn

A/N: been feeling down with my writing the last few days and had a hard time writing this but I tried hard to make it fun. I hope it makes you laugh, maybe. But please enjoy <3 that’s what makes it worth to me writing 

Your hair whipped wildly around being you as you sped through the sea grasses and watery channels. You were sat at the back of the boat, John B at the steering wheel and JJ besides him. The captain and his first mate. They talked amongst themselves and shared the occasional laugh. You liked watching them interact, have that deep friendship you knew must be long lasting. It was entertaining and you were chuckling the whole time you were sat behind them, observing amusedly.

Eventually the pogue slowed down and came to a rest in the waters. JJ turned on his heel to face you and lifted the brim of his hat, “This is our usual fishing spot. Days off like this an’ we have nothing better to do right?” He nudged John B who nodded.

He grinned at you and walked over to you, “Now I’m sure you’re not interested in boring ol’ fishing but I have something that might interest you.” 

You raised your brow at him to show he had your attention. He pulled a little roll of white from his pocket and a lighter from the other. He wiggled his brows and smirked, “This, my kooky friend, is the good shit right here. Ever smoked?”

“JJ-” John B scoffed from where he was situating his gear, “She’s a kook, she’s not gonna be smoking weed.” 

You rolled your eyes and barked a laugh, leaning forward towards the boys, “Oh I think you underestimate our kind, Routledge. A lot worse than weed makes its way to our parties, y’know?” 

You took the blunt and JJ lit it for you, sitting besides you with his own roll between his fingers. Your brought the end to your lips and inhaled.

You enjoyed the feeling of smoke tickling your lungs and held it there, the drug working its magic and calming you down. Everything moved a little slower, a little more fluid. Like you were the goop in a lava lamp. The thought make you snort and giggle out loud. 

“Hm?” JJ glanced over at you from the corner of his eye. You turned your head to face the blondie, the image in your head causing a fit of laughter to bubble forth from your lip, 

“What if you’re like, inside a lava lamp, right? And it’s all gooey and swooosh,” you gestured with your blunt-holding hand the wavy movement, “but instead of the lava stuff, it’s you inside the lava lamp and you’re floating around inside it and you’re all squishy. Like your body has no bones or something.” 

JJ rolled his eyes in jest, “That is one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard. Wouldn’t you drown first? It’s filled with water or something ain’t it?”

That only made you laugh harder and fall back, holding your stomach, taking another drag and blowing out smoke. “No you can breath, it’s fine.”

John B spoke up, “Why are we not questioning how you get in the lava lamp in the first place?” 

“Oh my god! I didn’t even think about that!” You burst out, your stomach starting to hurt from how much you were laughing. 

“Bro, you’re not going to catch anything.” 

“Shut up JJ.”

“Maybe the fish hate you. They can sense your rumbling stomach And desperation from a mile away.”

“Shut up (y/n).”

The pair of you smirked at John B. You had silently made a pact to tease John B. He was sat hunched over by the front of the pogue, fishing rod in hand. It had been an hour since you’d stopped to fish. An hour of poking at the boy, much to your enjoyment and his regret for taking you along. You sighed and slid off your seat onto the floor of the boat, making a wining sound. “Why did you guys take me doing something so boring huh!?”

“Initiation.”

“What the hell? This isn’t a frat dumbass.” 

“Might as well be.” 

“We are way cooler than a frat.”

You laughed and looked up at JJ, who was still sat like a normal person. But you were finding the floor actually fairly comfortable. But maybe that was the weed talking. “There is no way in hell you’re cool.”

He grinned down at you and kicked your side, “We go on adventures, right John B?” The brunette only grunted in reply, very intently watching his fishing line as it bobbed the top of the water. “Like he said. We go on adventures and hang out in abandoned homes. That’s textbook cool.”

“Maybe in a movie from the fucking fifties.” 

“Hey, nothing wrong with the fifties is there?”

“And when have you of all people seen a fifties movie, JJ?”

“...Okay maybe I haven’t but have you seen C.H.U.D?”

“Oh god no-” John B moaned, “Don’t let him get started!”

You closed your eyes and grinned, letting the pair squabble as you pushed more smoke out your lungs. Your finger tips tingled and your head was feeling heavy. You could the boat rocking gently, rising up and down as the tide came in and out. Your mind wandered away, leaving the boat behind. But JJ’s crystalline laugh brought you back to reality swiftly and you smiled to yourself. 

Despite the jokes you were enjoying your day out with the boys. It was unlike any day you’d had before and you wished to do it again. You liked smoking with JJ, wrapped up in his banter. You liked the mediator John B tried and failed to be. You could feel the chemistry you three shared it was unlike what you had with the other kooks. You weren’t so free, so careless with them. Here it felt like you were someone else entirely. You were yourself and not the mask you wore. The mask you convinced yourself you were. 

“I caught one!” John B called out, excitement evident in his voice. You sat up and watched as the boy reeled in his line, the fish brought forth from the waters and landing in the boat. You gaped at the size of the thing. It flopped and wiggled across the surface and JJ was quick to snatch it up by the tail and drop it in a plastic tub full of water. It splashed him and finally settled down.

“Looks like a king mackerel. Nice catch dude.” 

John b wiped off his forehead and readjusted his hat, grinning proudly. “I told you guys I’d catch something good.”

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