#shit has just been hard but I'll spare the Details

[lao-huangs-bitch]

Logging Out Bye

#not deleting just incase #but right now i just really hate Everyone and Everything and ive been having a Rough Time #shit has just been hard but I'll spare the Details #i just need a Breather #turning off Anon so yall can't come after me bc i know you shits can only Smack Talk when yall behind a Circle and Glasses

[sanguineterrain]

Hey I saw you're still taking requests... what about a batman x reader where the justice league meets his wife (the reader) by accident? And maybe they're shocked because he's so secretive and she's really sweet and just the total opposite of him. Feel free to ignore if this doesn't sound interesting to you. I love your writing 💗

Hey! I love this prompt, thanks for sending it in :) I made the reader gender neutral, I hope that's okay!

Bruce Wayne x spouse!gn!reader. No warnings, just Bruce being a little shit (and a sweet hubby).

****

You press your palm to the reader at the entrance of the Cave and jog down the stairs, talking all the way.

"Honey, Alfred and I are going to..."

Six superhero faces stare back at you. Bruce is in the cowl, expression hard to parse. Your brows rise.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know B had company. I'll leave you to it," you say, beginning to back up the stairs.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," says Green Lantern. You can't tell through the mask lenses, but you think he might be zeroed in on the ring on your left hand. "Uh, Spooky? Something you wanna tell us?"

You freeze on the steps. Bruce looks at you, then crosses the Cave in a few long strides. He stops next to you.

Sorry, you mouth at him. He shakes his head and reaches out to squeeze your hand.

"Hold the fucking phone," Green Arrow begins. "You're his—"

"Partner," Wonder Woman says instantly. She sounds pensive. "I have never seen you look at anyone like that, Bruce."

Bruce doesn't say anything, not that you expect him to. You feel him tense.

He'd been content to keep his family as private as possible, and you hadn't minded being kept separate. You know it's out of extreme protectiveness and the fact that you're the only one of the Wayne family who doesn't put a suit on and fight crime.

There's a moment of silence as the League studies you, then Bruce. You smile slowly and wave.

"Hi, Justice League. Nice to meet you all."

"Hello," says the Martian Manhunter, who's probably known about you since you entered Wayne Manor.

"You got married without telling us?" Superman sounds hurt.

Bruce heaves a sigh.

"We got married during the League's infancy. Please spare me the theatrics. Of course I didn't tell you."

"We revealed our identities two years ago!" Superman argues. "You didn't want to mention you have a spouse?"

Superman nods at you then. "Uh, of course, it's still very nice to meet you."

You smile. "It's nice to meet you too, Superman."

"Clark," he corrects hastily. Then he turns to Bruce again, upset flaring. "Bruce—"

"You're upset over nothing," Bruce says. "We weren't close when I got married, and I never found it a pertinent detail."

You roll your eyes.

"B," you say, nudging his shoulder. "C'mon. Try to be a little gentler about this, hm?"

Bruce looks at you. You smile at him and squeeze his wrist encouragingly. He eventually turns back to the League.

"Very well, you're right. Clark, that was harsh of me. My apologies."

The League startles.

"Whoa. Rewind. Hold up. Did Spooky just apologize?" Green Lantern asks. "Did I just get zeta'd?"

Bruce sighs. You stifle a laugh and kiss his bicep. His hand slips to your back.

"Aw, you guys are cute," Flash says jovially. "Congrats, B! Even if it's been almost six years."

Bruce nods. "Thank you, Allen."

"It is incredible how the better half can transform the other," says Wonder Woman, and you preen a little at the compliment.

Clark looks flabbergasted. It takes him a second to speak again.

"Um. That's... okay, Bruce. I forgive you. I suppose you did it out of protection, right?"

"I'm just a boring ol' civilian," you say, nodding. "No powers or years of Krav Maga training here. B worries."

"You're not boring," Bruce says fiercely, quiet enough for only you to hear... and Clark, who has superhearing, and who softens at the statement.

"This is so weird," Green Lantern says, and Bruce glares at him.

"I mean, it's sweet!" he hastily adds. "Uh, you guys are very sweet together, like Bar said. I just feel like I've been mind controlled or something."

"If it was mind control, you wouldn't still be talking," Bruce says flatly.

"Okay, alright, point taken. Shutting up. It's very nice to meet you, though," Green Lantern says to you.

"You as well," you say warmly. "All of you. I want to thank you for looking out for him all these years and bringing him home safe."

Wonder Woman smiles at you. "It is a great honor to fight alongside him. And we are happy he has someone to come home to."

"Seconded," Clark says. "You deserve someone special, B. And I can tell they're just that."

Your face feels warm under all the praise. Bruce is quiet for a long moment. When he speaks again, there's a slight tremor in his voice.

"Thank you. I—they are the best thing to ever happen to me."

You have to kiss Bruce for that, cowl be damned. He meets you gently, and you keep it short but full of love. Flash aww's.

"Well," you say, laughing bashfully. "I suppose I'll let you all get back to work. Nice to meet you. Goodbye. Bruce, I'm going out with Alfred."

Bruce nods. "Call me when you get home."

"'Course, sweetheart. I always do."

You head up the stairs. Flash starts to speak.

"Y'know, I told you all when I got married," he says. "You guys were the first people I told! We didn't even know Clark's identity then. I think you could've loosened the reins, Bruce."

"Yeah, no. You telling a bunch of superhero co-workers is infinitely stranger than Bruce never telling us, Bar."

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x gender neutral reader #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman x you #batman x reader #batman fanfiction #batman x yn #inbox #blurb

[bratphilia]

one last phone call

summary: Mike calls you one last time while he's on shift.

note: once again written before i actually saw the movie, so there's definitely divergence in what actually happens in the plot.

pairing: mike schmidt x reader

tags: phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, mention of death, edging? LMAO

... ring ! ... ring ! ... ring !

"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice messaging system..."

Of course you didn't pick up. It's 4 in the morning for fuck's sake. But there was something important about this call.

"Hey, baby... I'm sorry to call you at such a bad time — I'm awful, I know," Mike says with a small laugh.

"I just wanted to, you know, talk before... nevermind, I'll spare you the details. Uhm, I-uh.. I love you. More than anything in the world. I hope you know that. And I wish I was there with you tonight. I wish I didn't take this fucking job, but I'll do anything to support us. I know that this is... probably the weirdest call you've ever gotten but... I just wanted to... nevermind. I'm not really good at this."

"Anyways... the reason I wish I was there with you right now is... I just can't stop thinking about earlier... how perfect you were, and always are. The way you sucked my cock and swallowed every last drop. The way your thighs framed my head while I ate you out, and the sweet taste of your pussy — I can still fucking taste it. And the way you rode me into oblivion, fuck — I'm getting hard just talking about it. Honestly, I've had a massive boner the whole night... actually, I wonder if I could just..." there's a sound of metal clinking, and the shifting of clothes.

"Ah, fuck," he sighs, "I can't believe I'm doing this here, but I need you so bad right now."

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He says over the phone, his tone is different, dropped down more octaves and his breathing is noticeable.  The sound of skin slapping is audible. "I wanna fuck you so bad right now. I wish I was there fucking you instead of sitting on my ass over here, just waiting to die. I want you to ride me again. The way your tits bounce up and down is so fucking sexy. I want to bite your fucking nipples too, so hard that you scream my name and beg me to stop. I love it when you beg me. Like that time I edged you, eating you out and fingering you, until you started crying and whining for me to let you come already, or just fuck you. Shit — ah — wanna hit it from the back, too. Your ass is so fucking sexy from behind. I would grip your hair and push your face into the pillows. We would just fuck, and fuck, and fuck..."

Suddenly, there's loud footsteps. Loud enough that you could hear them from the over the phone. Then the sound of a slam, like a door shutting loudly.

"Fuck me, already? Give it a fucking rest... hah — I think one of those robots just saw my dick, babe. Good, it might shoo them away for the night... kinda shocked I didn't get blue balls from that. Maybe I like being watched. Maybe we'll get one of my friends to come over and watch us. You could put on a real show for them, yeah? Maybe I'll let them take a turn on you... I'm just kidding, I'd never share you with anyone."

"...back to what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted... I want to stick my cock inside you as soon as I get home. Maybe even while you're asleep. Maybe I'll wake you up by eating your pussy. But for now, I just can't stop thinking about fucking you. The way you feel around me is like my own personal heaven. And the way you clench so it fits tighter, even though you deny it, it's so fucking hot.. and.. and.."

His breathing gets more labored. But there's a banging sound on the door. However, Mike keeps going.

"They're here, you know, but fuck, I'm so close. I wish you picked up — fuck, you could be there to help me. Your voice is all I need to come. You could make me spill with just one sentence, you know that? Fuck, fuck, fuck — no!"

A loud crashing sound resounds over the phone. It's the sound of a door breaking. And then the call cuts off.

You listen to that call the next day, at least a hundred times. You touched yourself to it the first time, but the end made you stop. It haunted you. You clung onto it as closure for what the hell happened to your boyfriend, and why he didn't come home last night.

#mike schmidt #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #mike schmidt x reader

[sunnebeam]

ain't no god on my streets.

A 'CITY OF LIGHTS' DRABBLE.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

warnings: gangster squad au, cheating (please read the previous drabbles for better context), toxic relationship, mentions of mafia shit, guns, murder/death, mention of blood

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: in case u didn't know, i'm still currently on my aug-oct vacation (see details in pinned post!) and this post was scheduled in advance :> anyways this is the penultimate drabble 😭 i can't believe it! as always, enjoy reading and i'd love to hear ur thoughts ^^

— prev – thunder & rain. | next – in the heart of the jungle.

"Are you ready?"

The man, who you now know is called Geunsoo, asks you as he zips up the last of his bags. You, on the other hand, opt not to bring too much since most of your things are left at Taehyung's.

You fidget, your nerves getting the best of you.

It's been about an hour since Jungkook left you in Geunsoo's care while he went to his crew to deal with your boyfriend who's now on a rampage to find you. Well, maybe he's an ex-boyfriend now since, you know, he did just send a man to try and pour acid on you.

"As ready as I'll ever be," you answer him.

"Don't worry," he tries to assure you. "I promised Jungkook I'll get you out of here."

As it turns out, Geunsoo used to train under Jungkook and owed him a favor. Jungkook decided to cash that favor in now to get you away from the fire.

"Thank you, Geunsoo. I'm thankful, really." You sigh. "But I don't just want out of this city. I want out of this life."

You hear a set of knocks on the door, causing you both to freeze. But recovering quickly, Geunsoo motions for you to keep quiet and leads you to a spare, empty cabinet.

"Stay here," he whispers to your frightened form, "and whatever you do, don't come out."

You nod in response, wanting to help but knowing you can't do much. Geunsoo then closes the cabinet door and you take a peek through the cabinet's small openings. You see him walk to his front door, opening it to reveal none other than Taehyung and two of his men.

"V," Geunsoo mumbles in shock.

"Jang Geunsoo, right?" Taehyung asks cockily, stepping inside without waiting for the homeowner to usher him in. "Where is she? Where's that bitch?"

"W-Who?"

"Don't play dumb, kid. My sources tell me they saw that asshole Jeon come here a couple hours ago. Let me ask again. Where is she?"

"She's n-not here, V."

You feel your heart beat fast at Geunsoo's bravery.

"Okay," your ex-boyfriend mutters. "Alright. Fine. That's how you want to play it, huh?"

No one says a word. Taehyung then gestures to his two men and motions to Geunsoo. Without another word, his men gang up on the younger man and start throwing punches at him but to your surprise, Geunsoo manages to hold his own and knocks out the men with ease.

Taehyung just chuckles at the sight.

Geunsoo then turns to him, his fist in front of him in a boxing stance, anticipating V's own ambush but the man merely shakes his hand and reaches into his pocket.

"My boxing days are over, kid."

He pulls out a gun and fires it.

You clamp a hand around your mouth to muffle your surprise when you see Geunsoo's body fall lifelessly to the ground. There's a ringing in your ears and you don't even notice Taehyung leave, too focused on one cold, hard truth.

Geunsoo is dead.

You don't remember much after that. You don't remember getting out of the cabinet. You don't remember looking away from the blood starting to pool around Geunsoo's body. You don't remember scrambling for your phone and dialing a number your thumb has memorized through muscle memory.

You only remember the voice that picked up the call.

"Doll? Are you okay? What happened?"

"Jungkook," you croak out his name. "Geunsoo... He— I couldn't—"

"Are you crying?!"

"I need you," you whimper. "I need you to come here. Please."

Jungkook stays with you on the line while he rushes to where you are. Twenty minutes later, he and his crew arrive and you burst into tears when their eyes fall onto Geunsoo's body.

"Taehyung came and went," you mumble through hiccups. "I'm sorry."

Jungkook quickly pulls you into his arms, shushing you and squeezing you reassuringly.

"It's not your fault, doll," he says, pulling away and taking your hand. "Let's go. I still need to get you out of here. The guys can stay here with Geunsoo and I'll come back later to give him a proper funeral."

"What?" You stop him. "Jungkook, we can't leave. I just saw Taehyung kill him."

"That's all the more reason for you to leave."

"But I can testify, Jungkook," you tell him, your eyes wide and determined. "I'm your witness."

His eyebrows furrow in deep thought.

"Doll, listen to me—"

"No, I'm your witness, Jungkook," you insist. "Whatever you have on Taehyung right now, I can testify to all of that and more."

"You don't understand, it's too dangerous."

"But I'm not afraid anymore, Jungkook.

Geunsoo fought bravely. It's time you do, too.

"Let me do this. Please."

COPYRIGHT 2023. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

#bts x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #jeon jeongguk x reader #jeongguk x reader #bts fic #bts imagines #jeon jungkook fic #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook fic #jungkook imagines #jeon jeongguk fic #jeon jeongguk imagines #jeongguk imagines #jeongguk fic #bts x you #bts x y/n #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jeon jeongguk x you #jeon jeongguk x y/n #jeongguk x you #jeongguk x y/n #cat.writes

[magidoggie]

A LOOK INTO SHI/HIR PRONOUNS AND THEIR ORIGINS

So I’ve seen people claim that shi/hir pronouns are intersex exclusive (mostly intersex people), and others say they aren’t (mostly non-intersex people)

As an intersex person, I've been confused about this for a while, so I decided to look into it

THIS POST WILL CONTAIN NSFW TOPICS, FURRIES, TALKS OF FETISHIZATION OF INTERSEX BODIES, AND INTERSEX SLURS!

Most of the users of these pronouns seem to be non-intersex people, but there are also intersex people who use them.

I've seen a decent amount of intersex people say that shi/hir pronouns are only ours to use, as they were used against us (like a shortened version of he-she). This would make them basically slurs that only we can reclaim.

I've even seen some claims that Geoffrey Chaucer himself coined these words?? (The chaucer thing, I haven't been able to find a source for. Even so, it is most likely just an old spelling of "she/her")

I’ve seen people say it originated on 4chan. It'd be hard to verify, as 4chan is known for not keeping threads up for long. There are 4chan archives, but I've tried my hardest to look for any combinations of things like "shi" and different terms that could work with it like "intersex" "freak" or "hermaphrodite" . I don't doubt it's been used on 4chan, but I can't find much, and archival sites don't go back far enough.

Regardless, the pronouns seem quite old. One thing I did find under the search of ""4chan" shi hir" on Google, was a.. descriptive post on a furry porn website called e621.net

Okay, 13 years ago, that's a start. It certainly contains the word "herm" (short for hermaphrodite), and the word intersex used with this pronoun.

Godspeed TheShadowfox42 I hope you found the image.

Using Google's "Before:(date)" feature, I searched "shi herm before:2010", and unsurprisingly, I found a lot of furry porn.

Stories on sofurry.com, a furry website that looks to be from at least 2007, if not older. I'll spare you the details, but indeed, there, they use shi/hir pronouns for their "herm" characters. Did these pronouns originate from.. furries?? I put that though aside for now, to look further into other uses.

As it turns out, the journey does not end at 2007. Urban dictionary has an entry from 2003

No slurs here, it looks like a neutral usage. Again, going back to Google. Now, search terms "hir "gender neutral" before:2004"

Many results show up now, now articles rather than furries. American.edu (seems to be a university), Swarthmore.edu (this is a college), both from 2001. jstor.org with a journal article from 1999. Unfortunately I can't read that one, as I have to pay a whole $63 to purchase it. I even found a PDF file from 1994 by core.ac.uk

But, what I've realized now is this is not usage of shi/hir pronouns. All of these use Ze/hir pronouns. I don't know if there is any link, but the last pronoun looking the same must've obscured the results.

From the american.edu article on these pronouns. You can see the usage of "hir" alongside "ze", and below it, the usage of ze/zir pronouns, which seem to be used more today.

Shit.. Doing the search all over again with the pronoun "shi" yields.. very few results apart from people talking about Chinese words.

Wait what about those furries from earlier? The tvtropes.org article does include this:

Chakona space? Chakats? Pronouns he came up with? Admittedly I kept seeing these centaur feline hybrid characters come up quite consistently during this dive, but I had to look into it further.

Oh buddy what did I get myself into. This is from 2001 best I can tell, so we're getting quite old here. I scroll down on the page.

And lower down.

Now this is all very interesting speculative biology, but what I'm focusing on is again, the usage of "hermaphrodite" together with the pronouns "shi/hir". Did a furry artist named Bernard Doove come up with these pronouns.

It gets yet older.. New search, "chakats "shi" before:2001"

Again, Bernard Doove's art from 2000, 1999, 1998,

I find a website called yerf.metafur.org It has furry art, dating all the way back to the mid 1990's, but here, on December 23 1998, is the first appearance of these pronouns on that site.

This Bernard Doove person has been at this project, with these pronouns for a while.

From what I can tell, many of his art pieces, they seem to be quite sexual beings. Quite fetishistic of hermaphroditism at times. (or intersexuality, take your pick)

The other thing I found with my search was a website, furry.org.au/bosshoss/

My search says it's from September 14 1998.

That's certainly some information, but it might come in handy. So Chakat Goldfur provided this website? Who is that? Looking into it, that seems to be a character created by Bernard Doove, that acts as an alter ego. Further down, the person running this website lists some other websites they enjoy. One being "Proxima Centauri", which seems to be another furry artist.

"I met this one at ConFURence 8. Very interesting. (Did I mention shi is a hermaphrodite uni-centaur?)"

(For context, ConFURence is a furry convention held in 1997)

Again, the usage of hermaphrodite, and the pronoun shi. At this point, the website being linked to is long gone, but the wayback machine provides help. The website, http://www.spots.ab.ca/~unicorn/main.htm has been captured all the way back to October 8th 1997.

At this time, the website was under construction. No images are willing to load and haven't been archived, but the description is intact.

So this person uses shi/hir pronouns for their hermaphroditic character all the way back in 1997. There are links to other places where this person used to host their works, but they are all down and haven't been archived. The thread is running thin..

Back to Bernard Doove, the Chakat creator. There must be something more to this. Turns out, there was. On the "yerf" website, I actually found several art pieces that were not picked up by Google.

Febuary 22 1997. Getting yet older. In some art pieces, Bernard references "Forest Tale" and "forest tales", so I went looking for whatever that was.

1995?? you've got to be kidding. It's an adult story involving these "chakat" beings, and sure enough, down the page

Shi/hir pronouns used over and over again.

With the use of hermaphrodite.

But.. This is kind of where it ends. I couldn't seem to find anything older, and I'm not going to contact Bernard Doove over this. Even something as old as 29 years is impressive to me. Bernard Doove states his characters were inspired by other furry artists' creatures of the time, but since it's 1995, there isn't much left for me to find here. Anything before that time is probably lost.

With all the information I have been able to gather, it looks to shi/hir pronouns were created by Bernard Doove who is a furry author and artist. Shi/hir were made to be a midway between "she" and "him" in some way, to be a gender neutral word for hermaphroditic genetically modified beings called "chakats" in his stories. As an intersex person myself, I don't enjoy the use of "hermaphrodite" in such a way, as it's a slur for us. But these types of characters also seem to be very old, and we, and our struggles, were completely unknown to the vast majority of people, even moreso than nowadays.

If you use those pronouns for an intersex person who doesn't use them, it is indeed intersexist, as you are implying we are hermaphrodites.

But as for whether only intersex people can use them? I'm not sure. The original intent doesn't seem be directly linked to intersex people. You could argue that these hermaphroditic characters are fetishized versions of how many people see us, and have seen us for a long time. Afterall, hermaphrodite was, and still is, a common slur for us.

I don't doubt some people have used these pronouns as slurs against us as well, but I also haven't found anything specifically that supports that. It always seemed to be for specific fictional characters that COULD be based off specific intersex attributes

I'm not going to argue one way or the other. This was just me trying to find what I could about these pronouns and their history. Just be mindful of how you use these pronouns, and the connections they have to fetishes revolving around the common misinterpretation of intersex bodies (as in, "having both parts")

Thank you for reading.

I hope you learned something. I know I did, and I now have a headache.

#shi/hir #pronouns #history #internet #intersex #fetishization #furry #queer history #doggie barks

[nymphacae]

An Update

It's been a minute. I'll keep this as brief as I possibly can because this is really hard to talk about, but I'll still put this under 'read more' so you're not bombarded with personal shit on the dash.

The truth is, I lost my passion for art a while ago, and I've been struggling to get it back. It's hard when I'm so viciously repulsed by my own art that I get physically ill.

I have not been doing well, for multiple reasons I won't discuss in depth, I just never wanted to be open about it because the internet isn't exactly a great place to cast your woes. But after all this radio silence and worrying about people waiting on me, I'm stuck between wanting to be private and wanting to talk about what's been going on. When the thing is I can't talk about what's going on, really. It's all just too much.

My sense of reality, for one, has been VERY wobbly and I've been struggling with hallucinations, nightmares, and a severe paranoia that makes it very hard to interact with people. I have already made multiple attempts to take my life, one of which was nearly successful and debilitating. I'll spare the grittier details, but even this feels like a grossly-underwhelming overview of everything...I wish I could put this into some pretty-looking comic, or just present this in a more aesthetically-pleasing manner that isn't an ugly wall of text. But I can't, and this is all I have.

Truthfully, I'm scared to death to be this honest. This is already excruciating to type out. This isn't to summon a pity party, it's why I've held off talking about anything for so long - it's more just an explanation on the severity of the situation, and why things have been so stagnant.

I want to create art again, I think, but I'm trapped. I have ideas, but every time I so much as look at my art or I lift up a pencil, I end up getting sick. Being online at all results in panic attacks. I wish it wasn't this way, more than anything, but I've started to accept that this is probably just what I deserve. It's hard to explain.

I don't know...I don't have solutions or promises other than I'm still alive, somehow, and I'm probably working through it. I'm just sorry about the lack of development in anything, I wanted to do so much and it kills me that I haven't.

Blegh, this ended up being long. I'll wrap it up here, no point in saying much more since this is so gloomy. But, to my mutuals that I've seemed distant with because of all this: it is absolutely not your fault and I assure you that I've missed you, I've just been awful at maintaining contact during this time. You're all so amazing and talented and deserve all the support in the world. I hope you know that.

#i personally dont see any point rb'ing this since its just a stranger venting on the internet #ty to those who have been patient thus far...seeing your tags and reblogs sometimes....it really does make my day #i never want to gloss over the love and support ive received during this time

[tiffcore]

tw: au Eden but he acts the same. He's a dog lol. Implied noncon

contractor Eden.

an Eden who unapologetically exists within society selfishly. he who has the skill and experience to get himself into good jobs, but none of the interpersonal skill, the wherewithal nor the care to spare proper attention to detail. he's crass and rude and talks shit about your decorations when you invite him in for tea.

but he can always be a whole helluva lot ruder. hes a big guy, naturally the intimidating type, and paired with his brooding demeanor, its no surprise he's not popular.

but hes the only one that could get this job done! the installation needs to be as perfect as you imagine it in your head, and hes the only guy near or far in this backwater town that has the expertise you need.

he's weird though. doesn't want to discuss payment until after the work is finished. doesnt send you an invoice like your regular guys do, just works until the sun sets and relucantly joins you for hot tea every now and again, watching you flit about the kitchen as you prepare him a cup.

and what a gracious host you are.

you break every other silence, coming up with a question or five, an anecdote about your pretty life, several comments on his poor graces, the coffee on his shirt, dirt in his hair.

"And how'd you reckon I'd go about fixing that?" He quirks a brow barely, the impassiveness of his expression overshadowing his intrigue in your interest, teacup held up by one burly finger.

you're balancing a bowl on your hip and stirring something it he can't see. Doesn't stop it from smelling good as hell though. Or maybe it's the oven that's on, warm brown and red glow rising behind the glass at the heat intensifies.

"I have a shower in the shed outside. I propose that after work, you clean up, and I'll wash your clothes. Your boots dry outside and I clean those too, yes? Keep you from getting my floors all dirty, because you can't stand taking your boots off." You bustle about in your little apron and Eden can't help but think of how cute you are when you blather.

Uppitiness is a fitting look on you. So is gingham.

Your dress flatters your figure (stretches across your ass so nice, you bend over and it's really like pow! all up in his face,) and when he leans forward it's not because he's sipping tea.

You'd make such a sweet lil spouse.

Would be good for company, easy enough to keep on the house, with your small stature n' all. He'd keep you barefoot when he could, do all the farm work for you, come home to a hot meal and thank you with a hot load.

You're ox-dull, too. Letting him work without mentioning price is like trusting a lone kid in a candy store. But he won't pretend extorting you isn't the one thing he's been most eager about since taking on the assignment

Towards the end of the month, he finally has a sit down with you, under the guide of discussing your payment.

He makes it a little too steep, just to see you sweat a little.

Then he sweetens you up, reassures you that, no, one installation shouldn't put you out of house and home.

He pretends to think so hard about it, while you're busy checking your books to see if you have the kind of finances to give what he's asking for. But even if you did, he wouldn't take it.

Then he lets it come to him! Snaps his fingers like he's an epiphany or seen the edge of nirvana. Stopping your puffy red eyes from spilling the tears you've been threatening him with. You're cute, but not so much so you could cry your way out of his perfect, loving arms.

You really can't either. Because you do cry when he starts bending you over the table, strength unlike anything a man should be able to posesses. He can hold both your hands down with one wrist, and even when you beg, and you plead, and kick and scream.

He does not budge.

He smacks you so sharply it feels like your ears pop.

"What happened to all that hospitality from earlier, hun? I quite liked that about you...." He leans so close to you. Can smell the Earl grey lingering on his breath.

"Maybe you just need a man to teach you some manners."

#eden the hunter #degrees of lewdity #eden the hunter x reader

[trans-cuchulainn]

Saw your post about Emer possibly having a Fomorian heritage. I'm curious if there are sources about it. Ngl I wish we could explore more of her character outside of her canon roles in the Ulster myths. Her family seems interesting especially since her father was called 'Forgall Manach' (the wily).

i'm not aware that anyone has written any articles about that detail, but it comes from the longer recension of tochmarc emire if you want to see it in situ (meyer's 1888 translation here). it's not a plot point or anything, the text just tells us in passing that her father is a nephew of tethra, one of the fomoire.

i did a quick search on BILL (bibliography of irish language and literature) and didn't turn up many articles on emer and none that seemed relevant, BUT it's pretty out of date so if they're recently published (by which i mean within the last five years... or possibly ten years...) there's a strong chance they wouldn't be indexed yet. so that doesn't necessarily mean no one has published anything, it just means it's hard to find it if you don't already know where to look for it

i'll have a look on codecs too but a) same problem applies, recent articles tend not to be on there and b) for some reason the TE page is under construction and not a published page and i'm not sure why bc i could've sworn it used to be a normal one. however all these sites are maintained by like... one person doing it in their spare time tho bc celtic studies is small and not very digital so i can't be too mad when they're not 100% perfect!

eta: okay idk what was up with it being in preview mode the other day but the TE page is normal again now. scroll down for bibliography but there isn't much that looks like it would touch on this subject. an agent search for emer also doesn't get you much -- three publications by joanne findon and one by marie-luise theuerkauf, none of which are on this kind of topic. looks like forgall does show up in one other text but it's a poem that hasn't been translated so. lol. shit outta luck there, fuck poetry

i will say that i don't think epithets are always super significant. like. there's one character whose epithet is "strong-kneed" or "of the great knees" and i have NEVER got to the bottom of what that's supposed to mean (it makes me laugh every time though). so far i have not found any stories in which his knees are relevant. in forgall's case, it could be as simple as meaning he's a bit clever and makes life difficult for cú chulainn in this one story and there may be no more to it than that. but there also might be more, which might be lost (i.e. it was the focus of texts that didn't survive), or might just be unclear to me (bc i have never looked hard at forgall)

#answered #anonymous #tochmarc emire #emer

[soldier-poet-king]

@roccondil asked about my pf character based on this art and ofc I will take any excuse to talk about ocs at the slightest prompting, but beneath the cut because I know it'll be rambly (of course it will be, I'M the one writing it and I write on this site in the same long-winded excitable manner I speak. There's GOTTA be tangents, I cannot stay on a single thought)

OKAY SO apologies in advance this is long + turns a little personal abt my own feelings on romance at the end

I won't go into the whole campaign plot bc that would take forever, but it's a pathfinder 2e campaign in a homebrew setting. The game takes place in a wintry country near the northern pole, it is an elven nation and largely made up of magic users, everyone is lowkey snooty and Very Serious, except on the politically&religiously approved festivals when shit gets wild. The basic premise is heavy on the political intrigue and assassinations.

My character - Periklea Alkmeonidae - is a wizard grad student, essentially. She's an elf, but only 74, so by societal standards quite young, and is in many respects a 'young scrappy hungry' upstart. She's not nobility, but from a decently well respected family of scholars, her brother Alkibiades is several decades older, always showing her up, and some sort of up and coming politician.

Periklea attended the Fancy Wizard University in the capital and specialized in illusion magic (utility caster for an intrigue themed campaign!) and her research is in the magic & gods of the previous age [there was a world shattering calamity, stuff happened with the gods, etc etc, this was way way way way before the campaign, she's basically a magic archaeologist]. After her time at the academy she became apprenticed to one of the top mages in the country - Lyrian - however, Lyrian is a bit of a bitch. She's selfish, and ruthless, and is a little cutthroat and perhaps unethical in her attempts to gain political & academic power. That's fine, because that suited Periklea perfectly - she is also less scrupulous in her attempts to gain academic prestige and renown. She's not /evil/ just true-neutral selfish and has a one-track mind on her own ambitions. She also has a raven familiar named Diomedes but that's not relevant to the romance.

When the campaign starts, Periklea's been sent to work with a senate member trying to reform the fucked up govt in the country, not because she has good intentions, but because Lyrian told her to + it'll help her gain hard to get research access to a restricted site if she has the favour of some high-ranking politicians. This is how the whole party gets involved with each other, except most of them are good-aligned to some degree or another.

A whole political assassination plot (possibly involving an evil Alkmeonidae ancestor??) happens, and I'll spare you all the details, but in the course of trying to solve this mystery (and for Periklea to further her own aims) she attempts to make connections with a prominent senator, Count Vyllsen. She's never met the count before, for all her ambition, she's a /scholar/ not a politician, and despite having a decent charisma score, she's absolutely awkward when it comes to manoeuvring outside of academia - she can handle the academic manipulations with ease, but non-academics?? Yikes.

So to get in with Vyllsen she calls on an acquaintance of hers from her academy days - Illdaria. Illdaria is a 'wizard-jock' - pathfinder's magus class - where Periklea is a vanilla wizard nerd, Illdaria specialized in magus training. They were classmates, but Periklea never really considered her a 'friend', an acquaintance and a colleague at most, however, she kept contact with Illdaria because she could be useful politically - Illdaria is Vyllsen's niece, and has connections to the nobles of the neighbouring empire - her half-brother is the emperor and her father a duke, but due to her nebulous heritage this is kept somewhat on the down-low.

As one can imagine, Periklea had no qualms about using Illdaria's friendship to arrange a meeting with Vyllsen. Illdaria finds out the truth, is DEEPLY upset, and Periklea has to deal with feeling guilty - it's her first emotion in nearly a decade - Rose's character Katya is appalled to find out Periklea's only emotion is usually ambition.

The party keeps running into Illdaria throughout the campaign, because she's part of a significant noble family that's plot-relevant and every time Periklea is like....oh God The Guilt. At one point she decides she's going to try to do something /good/ and /selfless/ for once, and in her research she finds a bunch of stuff related to Illdaria's family history + Illdaria's area of research - Periklea gives this to her as an apology and makes it clear that it's a gift with no strings attached, she's not looking for any political gain from this gift. She also offers some of her research notes & to commit library crimes by breaking in to the restricted section together. It's a very stilted awkward apology, and Illdaria (rightly) is like....hm maybe you should try to be a better person 'you really ought to think... do you REALLY want to be like Lyrian? Is that what you REALLY want in life?'... Periklea has an existential crisis upon realizing that Illdaria has genuinely considered her a friend THIS WHOLE TIME. And perhaps even sadder, Illdaria is the closest thing Periklea HAS to a friend, she just never realized it til now.

Tons more plot stuff happens, at one point they have to go to a masquerade to try to gather intel on a related govt conspiracy + they're also now doubling as vigilantes at night. ANYWAY at the ball, Rose, out of character, suggests Periklea go talk and dance with Illdaria since she's been really trying to be a better person and Periklea isn't great at the political schmoozing anyway. I think to myself, sure why not, and so I do.

Now, at the beginning of the campaign, I thought it would be funny to take a voluntary penalty to strength, I'm a utility caster, surely how often will I ever need athletics as a skill. WELL..... in trying to get across the crowded ballroom, my extremely awkward wizard trips and falls flat on her face and loses her glasses, cue a Velma from Scooby-Doo type situation, except lo and behold who scoops up Periklea's glasses and comes to her rescue? Why of course her dashing wizard-knight, Illdaria. They have their little meet-cute (even though they've known each other for years) and they talk and have a heart to heart. Periklea fumbles both the dancing and talking - trying to be genuine and truthful for once does NOT come easily - but apparently it's charming enough for Illdaria, who likes this new, earnest Periklea.

I /FRAN/ am not a smooth person, and a terrible flirt because I mean everything So Much and have no emotional restraint, but I managed one real smooth line about how we can sneak Illdaria away from her overbearing uncle because I'm an illusion wizard, clearly offering spell slots is a sign of love. To paraphrase Rose about the GM (her fiance), 'he's a Straight Man but very good at playing charming lesbian npcs'. (Apparently this has happened in previous campaigns lmao)

It is all VERY sweet and VERY Top Tier Romance To Me. I didn't go into the campaign with any notions of Periklea's romantic inclinations* so this kinda just crept up on both me AND her**, but it's SO SOFT??? Like peak romance is hand holding, awkward blustering flirting, exchanging wizard notes, and going to the festival. They have a festival date which will SURELY be interrupted by plot-relevant murder attempts, but like.....THE ROMANCE OF IT ALL. Wizard romance for the win.

Like. Maybe I'm Just Realizing Things About Myself, but I crave that romantic intimacy with the intensity of a thousand suns, but not really the carnal aspects? Don't get me wrong, I would like that, but it's a lesser concern, only one sun intensity, and besides there's the whole Catholic Guilt thing and my aversion to physically having children bc of various mental things. PURE ROMANCE on the other hand??? The tenderness of it all??? THE TRUST AND FORGIVENESS ??? THE COMMITMENT AND SOFTNESS AND TENDER TOUCH?? I am maybe obsessed with lavender marriages and romantic friendships and qprs and all other hard-to-define relationships for said reason. I'm insane about die in my arms mutual lifelong devotion <- to no one's surprise says the person who is literally always blogging about yearning and devotion. Greatest desire of my heart!! Maybe!!!

As a teen I was never the 'lying in bed with my feet kicked up doodling hearts in a notebook' type, but now, aged 27, in all ways except physical, I am absolutely doing that while thinking about these two. Deadass I added some heart doodles to my campaign notes for last session.

*Sebastian, my broken cleric from a Stahd campaign, had a very clearly defined bisexuality from the start. He was in a horrible awful space after betraying his previous party and becoming trapped in Barovia, and so he spent a LOT of years pre-campaign being an alcoholic and charlatan prelate and sleeping around - both for self-loathing guilt induced reasons, and because a little coin and a warm bed goes a long way in Barovia. I knew from the start I wanted him to have some sort of a recovery arc, and so when Strahd kept trying to trick Seb into betraying the party AGAIN and becoming one of his spawn-brides & Escher kept appearing and there were clear parallels between Seb and Escher....from there it was an easy jump to romance. I DID NOT plan the same for Periklea. Though I suppose if Seb was a manifestation of my depression, Periklea is my anxieties, and they're being handled differently by this co-creative narrative venture.

** Ironically, 'it crept up on me' is exactly me, aged 18, being like 'wow girls are cool too and I guess I'm bisexual???' I was suchhhhh a late bloomer and had had only a few crushes on guys, and only ever if we were friends, in highschool so it was like, oh okay this is just what it's like. Get to university, am studying abroad, have really small class sizes, have a few classes with this cool af girl, we spend a lot of our class travel time on long bus & train rides talking about lotr and medieval history and all sorts of things. And it was like an /oh/ moment of I could just curl up and lean on your shoulder and keep talking like this forever and hold hands and maybe sometimes kiss gently and that would be the happiest thing in my life. Also she had streaks of blue hair. And pronouns. Ofc.

#vilestraia campaign #periklea tag #long post #I RLLY HOPE THAT READ MORE WORKED AJFDSKFHSAKLJD #anyway pls come talk to me about my disaster wizard i love her so much

[aura-bug]

favorite yo-kai from each tribe?

Brave: Either Asura or Hovernyan, I fucking love Asura's designs/origins (<- nerd) and I am just VERY attached to hovernyan bc ykw2 is my favorite game

Tough: Toadal Dude. no contest. "surfer dude war general who is also a frog" is the funniest possible combination of character traits you could come up with. AND his name is TOADAL DUDE? thats peak. amazing. wonderful. Robonyan is very close in 2nd though

Mysterious: oughhhhh mysterious is one of those tribes where it's hard to pick a favorite bc there's so many I like 😭 if you held me to gunpoint and forced to me choose just one, though, I'd probably say Tengu. Neat design, I'm a folklore nerd, and he's just one of the guys I got weirdly attached to for no reason. idk. I liked his anime episode with Tenguriginal a lot omg

Charming: ouGGGGGHHHHHH another hard tribe,,,,, probably either Whirlweasel or Princess Pearl. Whirlweasel's anime episode was so fucking cute ??? like??? it had no right to be that adorable. what. also their design is just very gender

Princess Pearl bc I'm a sucker for all of ykw3's added legendaries asdfgh,, I like her little fish guy and the story of Otohime/Urashima Taro is just very iconic

Heartful: Predictabull. I can't explain this one. I just think he's a silly little guy. his folkloric origins are also very cool I like the kudan/other prophetic yokai a lot

Shady: Either Hidabat or Wobblewok. Hidabat's entire existence is just so insanely funny to me. Imagine allowing some loser recluse to live in your closet bc they're scared of the outdoors, then you slowly start finding out they're actually some sort of multi-millionaire that can just casually call up limousines and buy out entire houses and get in touch with extremely famous people n shit. headcanon: hidabat mines bitcoin

also wobblewok is just one of my favorite yo-kai in GENERAL. friend form AND boss form. people have died trying to confine this thing to the depths of hell and it looks like a big chocolate pudding cup with a dopey face. and its named WOBBLEWOK. thats a name that people were so afraid of that they DARED not to speak it out loud. WOBBLEWOK. its so silly I cant

I love its name I love its design I loved its goofy anime episode I love the way it goes "hiiiiii :)" when you fight it in blasters. everything abt wobblewok is perfect to me

Eerie: Arachnia!! Arachnia!!!!!!! also sort of Arachnus but I love Arachnia so goddamn much. I've talked at her before so I'll spare all the details but I want to *holds gently in hands* her. if you add a tsuchigumo/jorogumo character to your franchise they're basically guaranteed to be my favorite

Also Arachnus bc the donut war plot line is so fucking goofy I love it. It's one of the reasons why I'm biased towards 2. I was a bony spirits kid 💔

Slippery: OURGHHHHHHHHGHGH,,,,,,, dude this is the hardest,,,,,, there's so many slippery tribe yokai that I love to deathhhh 😭

Noko is so cute... I'm biased towards Venoct bc dragons...... I'm biased towards Draggie/Dragon Lord/Azure Dragon bc dragons.......... I'm biased towards Draaagin bc dragons................... I'm biased towards Mython bC DRAGONS.............................. I'M BIASED TOWARDS WHYVERN KING BC DRAGONS...................................... ARE YOU SENSING A PATTERN HERE

oh also whisper ig

If I HADDDDDD to choose, I guess I'd go with Whyvern King. Out of all the other dragons he has my favorite origins, being based on Nanda Ryuo, the most powerful of the 8 great dragon kings from folklore. and I was WAITING for SOMEONE to make that "nanda = why" pun eventually

Wicked: Unfairy, my favorite little piece of shit rat. their medallium entry literally calls them a pain in the ass. they're so goofy. sorry to all the unkeen fans out there ily all but UNFAIRY should've been the face of the wicked yokai. UNFAIRY shouldve been the main poster child for psychic specters. unfairy shouldve come in plushie form and I shouldve been able to bulk buy hundreds of them. I think it'd be funnier to have this little shit's face plastered on everything like some sort of parasite that'd be soooo funny

Enma: Lucas. "But aura, he's-" I don't care. Lucas.

#yo kai watch #yokai watch #yo-kai watch #long post #oh also idk if it counts but my favorite boss yokai is dr maddiman #“sad pathetic wet beast man who is also a mad scientist that lost their mind” is one of my favorite character tropes #ask :)

[scienceoftheidiot]

@his-alpha-vixen I hope you too don't mind me replying this way!

So I am going to go the opposite route to what I usually do with my WIPs here, which is try to keep the mystery and all. I'm going to give a detailed answer, for two reasons :

I have two very big WIPs I want to finish before I start writing this for real, even if I can't help plotting it, I don't want to dive into the characters and this setting while I'm still handling two other hard to write stuff. So it could take time, and sharing about it keeps me in the momentum to write it one day.

I don't mind spoilers myself. If you tell me where the story is headed and what is going to happen I still want to read the story, because what I want to know is HOW we get there, I want to live it and feel with the characters. So just giving out the structure of it doesn't bother me that much.

I'll keep it under a read more though in case some people aren't like me and want to avoid seeing plot points (and that makes the post appear shorter lol).

Roy and Riza stop piloting after a mistake of their own causes the destruction of their jaeger, injuries to themselves and above all the death of thousands of innocents in the outskirts of the city they were supposed to protect.

They are tasked to protect one big city, but they take too much time to kill the very big and too powerful kaiju before it reaches it, and it is entirely their conscious fault for plotting and hesitating, and they eventually have to kill him right there to save the bigger part of the city, crushing and burning thousands in the process.

Their boss (Bradley!) and the overall public don't give a shit because the places destroyed were slums.

Riza gets severe burns on her back, Roy on his hands while trying to save her (he starts wearing gloves at all times starting then). Roy and Riza alike feel tremendous guilt for the killing of thousands of innocents, but are shunned whenever they want to talk about it, because "they did their job".

Once they are (physically 🙃) healed, they try to go back to piloting, but during their first training session with a new jaeger the drift goes wrong. Both are anxious about messing up again and killing people and seeing the other being hurt, and they get stuck into a feedback loop, putting their whole crew and more in danger. Roy is the one who manages to pull out and bring Riza back, but they are then forbidden by Bradley to pilot together again, for safety reasons. Riza decides to become the mechanic for Roy and his new copilot - Havoc, whom Roy is drift compatible with, even if the connexion is nothing like what he had with Riza.

Flash forward a few years, a new pilot team appears: two young genius brothers who have been noticed for building their own jaeger with scavenged spare parts. The older has lost an arm and a leg (I take it that in a world with the technology to build giant robots connected to the nervous system of their pilots, there is a good equivalent to automail) and the younger never takes out his full pilot suit. They are great at fighting and friendly with most.

What the Elrics won't tell is that they were casualties of Roy and Riza's mistake. They were injured while trying to save their mom from the destruction.

*

One last point that has nothing to do with the story - and thanks already if you read until here, hope you liked these ideas :

Like everyone, I am wary of people stealing my ideas if I share them like that, but come on. This is fanfic. I can't whine about it. And while all the plot is there, I know my forte isn't plotting AT ALL, this is pretty easy to come up with if you're familiar with both source material. It's just a synthesis of both. My thing, what I'm good at - at least I think I am lol - is characters feelings and dialogues. Angst, for example. Which you don't have here lol. So eh feel free to just do the same thing, if it strikes your imagination, two authors with the same guidelines will never come up with the same stuff. The more the merrier.

#pacific rim au #royai #wip

[permanentreverie]

bestie!!!!!!! you should absolutely shoot your shot!!!!!! giving him your number is harmless and worse case scenario he's from out of town so you'll never see him again. best case scenario? you got a DATE!!! asjxndjdj but I'm so invested!!! please keep me updated and I hope hope hope he's at the bar on the 23rd <3

asjdjxjd I am such a mess, but also I didn't regret anything I drunkenly told him tbh? It felt great to get it off my chest. I never told him I liked liked him, but I did tell him that I cared about him and it hurt that he acted as though he didn't give a damn about the people around him. Basically sometimes he'll shut himself off from everyone and go all quiet and moody and brooding and he won't tell a soul why? and it's like, "did I do something wrong? was it my fault? does he hate me?" and so I told him it was so hard being his friend when I'm constantly walking on eggshells around him trying not to set him off or something, esp when he won't even tell me what I did wrong?? and in the morning he apologized profusely and we had a deep convo where he told me about his past hardships and trauma and stuff, and so to an extent I understand but I was so hurt by his lack of communication and honesty. i'm sparing you the details but for weeks I tried to get him to open up and be good friends and it's like he can't fathom people genuinely caring about him?? and I told him I can't keep being his friend if he isn't more honest bc it just feels like giving and giving and getting nothing in return. he said he'd try and we haven't talked since (that was saturday morning), ngl I do miss him but I'm always the one who texts first so I kinda want to see if he actually does want to connect. if he isn't interested girl I won't lie I might cry because we would've been SO GOOD together 😭 but also yesterday he liked my instagram story and I was Sooooo normal about it (only stared at the notification for 5 minutes) 😌 anyway I'll keep you updated, my friends say I should move on bc he has his own shit to sort out (and it's also verbatim what he told me lol, NOT A MAN WHO HITS YOU WITH THE "don't get too close, it's dangerous") buuuuttttttt I am only capable of being stupid <3

No girl this is an entire SERIES yeah I'm invested in this. I really hope it turns out well for you!!!

#lolz who even knows what's happening this week if I'm ✨ sick ✨ #answered asks #mutuals tag #Clara tag

[captorsicallfriends]

Right so pretty much-

It was a lovely day. The sun was shining. Birds were chirping. Mosquitos were having an orgy on every available surface. And my friend and I were enjoying our ice creams we bought from the school tuckshop. Could this day truly get any better? Oh goodness, how convenient, a group of teenage boys have come to enjoy the day with us! "Hello divine creatures of the earth, what questions are you pondering on this beautiful day? I'm so grateful to walk and share the land with which we exist, god, what a blissful morni-" "oi ya friend's got a fat arse innit bruv?" Oh.... Oh I see....... Yes.... Good morning to you too, holy blessing of which I exist in the vicinity of. God fucking damn it I hate this school. Also why are you British all of a sudden we're in the middle of the Australian summer where are you boys coming from I swear you had an Aussie accent the other day now all your friends are turning British which is arguably the worst philosophy you can choose like what So anyway my friend just so happened to hear this which must have been a massive mood booster I'm sure 🙄 but I said to her "dearest friend of mine do you give consent for me to drag this fucknugget to hell and trudge him back a tarnished rag of sweat and entrails?" And she was like "yea sure idc go wild" and like. You know when you're dog is a fucking crack addict and probable serial killer and you throw him stuffed toys on occasion to watch him rip it to shreds while foaming at the mouth with the spirit of Satan and all 10 deadly sins (greed, lust, pride, envy, gluttony, sloth, wrath, advertising, police officer, and Sagittarius btw if U even care) ripping through his eyeballs and turning them to lasers while he tears through the suffie's throat and lights it on fire, which is of course a normal human experience shared throughout humans which I am. I am a normal human and have normal human life experiences. I can be trusted with the bouncy rubber balls because I am normal. A normal human who has not eaten half of one as a dare in primary school and had to sit in the nurse's office for 2 hours. I would not do that because I am normal. Ok good? Okay. So yeah that was gonna be me with this poor fucker in a second. So there I was: storming over there faster than the white ladies at the McDonald's storm over to the manager's office. I didn't know what I was gonna do once I got to this kid but it wasn't gonna be glamorous. And as I got closer I realised that my 5'1 ass probably didn't stand a chance against a kid who looks like he does hard drugs and is willingly on a sports team. Fuck. But oh ho ho what do we have here,,, it seems a rather large and pointed stick is conveniently lying on the ground in my general direction. Excellent. I'll spare you the details Diya but what I will say is there was a lot of "holy shit this bitch fuckin' mental ay G" and "god damn bruv calm down you on ya period ay dog" and a distinct lack of "wow that person sure looks hot chasing that frat boy around the school oval with a stick while reciting the communist manifesto and spitting on his shoes I wonder if they'd like to get tea with me and maybe kiss a bit idk" honestly Diya the things I'm robbed of. But anyway once I was done torturing disciplining this child I went over to the only other frat boy who remained and threatened to snitch on him to his mum if he watched shit like that happen again and did nothing. Saving humanity one girlboss at a time ig ✌️✨ but yeah don't do crack kids or do idk none of my business if you need a dealer my dog's been living with me for ages I'd appreciate if he'd get off his arse and get some money or something but yeah U didn't hear it from me (you can find me in the nearest sewer btw bring cookies) yeah okay peace love U baaiiiiii 💖💖💖

things like these are precisely the reason your alias is insane anon.

#diya answers #aight baking you some cookies to bring #anyway which sewer hole should i drop them off at #anon

[nataliesnews]

One Of my friends told me that at Beit Hansen which used to be a hospital for lepers ....they are making sandwiches for soldiers and for those who have been evacuated. It took me a time to get there as it is on the other side of the city but I was just so relieved that they found something  I could do sitting down and for over three hours I sat and peeled hardboiled eggs . I cannot imagine how many chickens have been laying eggs. Others were making salads, meatballs, eggplant, packing the sandwiches......of all ages. Boys and girls carrying out the cartons as soon as they were filled. More and more tomatoes being brought in. People of all ages scurrying all over the show. One of my friends is doing the washing to the displaced. It is being brought to her and then fetched but cars. A picture of me and a young girl who remembered me from the demonstrations   

DRug control officer in the central city of Homs in western Syria fighters’ behavior under the influence of Captagon: “We would beat them, and they wouldn't feel the pain. Many of them would laugh while we were dealing them heavy blows.” 

Captagon became infamous eight years ago when it was discovered to be used by ISIS fighters to suppress fear prior to carrying out terrorist operation

I don't know if you have heard about this but I had not. It is said that  it also suppressed any human feelings which enables them to commit atrocities. I wonder if any of them when the drug wears off feel any remorse . And it makes me think of the Germans......they commited the most inhuman acts and I doubt that all of them were under the influence of drugs.  Many people have in them for the propensity of violence and evil. 

I had some of the people from Ashkelon over for tea. They are taking part in all the activities here and discovering Jerusalem but are already saying that they want to go home which I   can quite understand. Even for those of us in our own homes and with everything around us, life is in some kind of vacuum. This morning I will go to town as I believe that there is a place where one can maybe help. 

One of the stupidest things is that there are hotels which are not kosher but have empty rooms which they are offering and people are not sent to them. 

This from one of the reporters....someone described a photo of Yaier Netanyahu sitting with one of his bodyguards as a "masturbation unit"

 Uri Meshgav:

"Yesterday, a video of Yair Netanyahu, the son of the prime minister of the failure and destruction, was suddenly distributed on the networks, volunteering at the HML Aid in Miami. One would think that at least his bodyguards would have the honour to come back to Israel at such a time instead of guarding a useless piece of shit.

Below are reports that reached me behind the scenes of the event.

"He entered the warehouse where everyone volunteers and organizes the donations to Israel, instead of helping, he starts giving instructions, to put it there and not here, everything is accompanied by screams and when he makes sure that he is being photographed for social media... He worked for a few minutes and left, it was extremely shameful. .. People in Miami are nervous and the Israeli community is about to make a decision that he will not come/be involved in anything there, because he causes damage all the time... After he screamed and left, he was heard talking outside the HML building on the phone with his mother and the media advisors to Let them make sure to publish his photos immediately and push it hard on social media."

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I'll spare you the embarrassing publicity video, which includes a selection of slow-motion close-ups as if it were a pop star. The details of the sources are kept with me. In Miami there is a large bibist colony, and also an Israeli consulate that is full of the Netanyahu family - but alongside them are also Israelis and normal Jews who are fed up".

One of the women who was brought back has been attacked because she spoke to the press.  These are the reports below. Decide for yourselves. As if the poor woman has not been through enough. I don't know if what the Hamas threatened her with was her husband who is still with them or what but good luck to her and I have no trouble that she thanked the doctor. And I don't think it is part of the Stockholm syndrome but a sheer gesture. And whatever reason she has been through enough which is more than can say of the government. 

And this is what is happening in the occupied areas of the West Bank. Should the soldiers not be on the front? And when the UN speak of the vacuum what is happening on the West Bank is part of the vacuum. This is from a Machsom report. 

Since the Hamas attack on 7.10, the attacks by the settlers and the army have greatly increased, and all the residents of the south of Mount Hebron who worked in Israel are sitting in their homes with no income. To add to their plight, a few days ago the army laid siege to some of the settlements. In some of them, like in Susia, all the access roads were blocked with piles of dirt and rocks; In others, such as Ba-Tala, the army simply prevents the residents from leaving the village. Our friends from the Abu Kabita family, who live near the Beit Yatir settlement, are also imprisoned in their small compound. When we announced that we intended to come to them, they asked us to bring potatoes and tomatoes. We went to the supermarket as a girl and loaded three sacks of potatoes and three boxes of tomatoes and set off. First we visited our friend E., who speaks fluent Hebrew and has been working in Israel for years. These are his words: Our friends from the Abu Kabita family, who live near the Beit Yatir settlement, are also imprisoned in their small compound. When we announced that we intended to come to them, they asked us to bring potatoes and tomatoes. We went to the supermarket as a girl and loaded three sacks of potatoes and three boxes of tomatoes and set off.

t. First we visited our friend E., who speaks fluent Hebrew and has been working in Israel for years. These are his words: Our friends from the Abu Kabita family, who live near the Beit Yatir settlement, are also imprisoned in their small compound. When we announced that we intended to come to them, they asked us to bring potatoes and tomatoes. We went to the supermarket as a girl and loaded three sacks of potatoes and three boxes of tomatoes and set off. In order to enter the blocked Susya, where we heard that the army searched the houses, we had to split up. Ehud dropped me off near the village and drove away quickly, and we entered the village on foot. First we visited our friend E., who speaks fluent Hebrew and has been working in Israel for years. These are his words: "Yesterday at 11:00 I was with the sheep when suddenly a civilian vehicle arrived with a yellow light on the roof [perhaps an army vehicle?] and three soldiers got out of it. I quickly returned home and told my wife to stay at home. Another jeep arrived with another 5-6 soldiers. I saw my neighbor C driving his car to pick up his children who also went to feed the sheep. The soldiers stopped him at gunpoint, I saw him standing with his hands raised and lifting his shirt. The soldiers entered his house and the house of his brother N., searched all the rooms, threw the contents of the cupboards and the kitchen on the floor. Meanwhile, I gathered the young people around me and reassured them not to say or do anything that would end badly. Then the soldiers came to me too. They turned over all the mattresses, threw all the contents of the cupboards on the floor, I asked them: "Why are you doing this?" "Because of the war in Gaza," they answered. "What are the citizens to blame", I asked. "And how are we related to this? Did you find anything in all your searches? We are simple people who barely live on these rocks." A. added and said that at night settlers came to a neighbor's house 

, stole the water pump after cutting the pipes leading from it to the well, and threatened the neighbor that if he moved a meter from the fence of his house it would cost him his life. It is impossible to leave the house of E. and his wife V. without eating something, we ate and continued to C's house. He said that it is very difficult to bring food, you can only get to the edge of the village by car and from there carry everything on foot. In the past they had donkeys, but in recent years they got rid of them, thinking that today a car is enough... The soldiers entered his house and made a similar mess, the feeling is that they are not really looking for weapons (or something else) but come to terrorize. In the council offices next to his house, they scattered all the documents and paperwork on the floor. We ended up at our friends Y. and his two wives, R. and D. Y. works in Israel, so we hardly ever meet him during our weekly visits, except on holidays. We were glad to see him. Y. is confused by what is happening in Israel, such as the fact that Israel wants to immediately return to work thousands of workers from the territories, people who have been working in Israel for many years with all the permits and without any problems, but Ben Gabir, the minister of internal security in the government, prevents this. A little before we arrived, a civil administration van stopped in their access road, which was completely blocked, and a Druze administration person told them something about the blockage. Maybe some plan to open it. It is not clear. You can't leave this house hungry either... We walked to the exit and Y. showed us how the bulldozers that lifted the barricade destroyed two cisterns on that occasion. "It's true that they are blocking," Y said, "but why destroy cisterns in this arid region. And what will we drink? In a few days we will run out of water." . The soldiers stopped him at gunpoint, I saw him standing with his hands raised and lifting his shirt. The soldiers entered his house and the house of his brother N., searched all the rooms, threw the contents of the cupboards and the kitchen on the floor. Meanwhile, I gathered the young people around me and reassured them not to say or do anything that would end badly. Then the soldiers came to me too. They turned over all the mattresses, threw all the contents of the cupboards on the floor, I asked them: "Why are you doing this?" "Because of the war in Gaza," they answered. "What are the citizens to blame", I asked. ." A. added and said that at night settlers came to a neighbor's house, stole the water pump after cutting the pipes leading from it to the well, and threatened the neighbor that if he moved a meter from the fence of his house it would cost him his life. . The soldiers entered his house and made a similar mess, the feeling is that they are not really looking for weapons (or something else) but come to terrorize. In the council offices next to his house, they scattered all the documents and paperwork on the floor.  Y. is confused by what is happening in Israel, such as the fact that Israel wants to immediately return to work thousands of workers from the territories, people who have been working in Israel for many years with all the permits and without any problems, but Ben Gabir, the minister of internal security in the government, prevents this. I came back late and did not go to the demonstration as I was so tired and also tonight I have been invited to a Reiki session and I really feel I need it 

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#Beit Hansen 25.10.2023

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I really wanted to start off this blog with some interesting math posts but it looks like its a vent instead. Sorry lol

Really having a crisis lately...for context I recently graduated from maths and went into a cs industry job and I'm HATING it. Its so fucking boring. I cannot express just how boring it is. I've spent hours at a time having literally nothing to do because the people I'm meant to report to are leaving me on read when I ask for work.

Every time I bring the fact that I'm bored out of my mind to a senior I get asked if I'm asking for work. Why the fuck is it my job to beg on my knees for work? The managers in my department were all fighting each other in an introductory meeting to try and convince the new hires their teams were more fun to be on and when I get in the teams NOBODY WANTS TO FUCKING TALK TO ME about what to do. And the few people in another team who do talk to me about this don't seem to have anything interesting for me to do.

This is exactly like my parents fucking custody disputes. So much talk about wanting my time and when I actually take them up on the offer EVERYONES BUSY ALL OF A SUDDEN. Theres even the neutral third arbitration party who I go to to tell who I'd rather spend time with.

I'm not at this job so I can learn about the inane details of our organisational structure. I want to actually learn demonstrable industry relevant skills. Skills that aren't obsoloted by a choice of vendor or organisational shift. Skills that someone can verify I have by asking me to do them infront of them, not just trusting me when I say I'm an "excellent communicator who led task x". But every task I'm being asked to do is some boring database/search query/automation task at BEST and document reading/ticket answering at worst.

I tried to explain to my manager I felt I wasn't having to use my brain at all at work and he didn't seem to get it. It always seems to take multiple explanations to anyone at this place to convey what I consider as interesting. l told a higher manager about my complaints and his bright idea was to have me do a task that was 70% talking to people from different teams. I don't want to manage a project or consult stakeholders or determine project scopes or manage peoples unrealisitic expectations. I want to learn and solve problems. New problems. Technical problems. I want to be critically thinking. Is this hard to understand? Why am I having to resort to reading math textbooks in my spare time and at work to remain sane? My job should be doing that.

I've wasted so much of my life not learning because of bullshit reasons. In primary school I complained to my mother that maths class was boring because I already knew what we were learning. I wanted to skip grades. She told me to stop learning and eventually everyone else would catch up. I had to take it into my own hands to learn what I wanted to. Then high school rolled around, and I was still being bored to death. We have to learn parabolas a fourth time, I was told, because everyone else had forgotten them again. No, I couldn't not learn that again. I had to relearn all the chemistry I'd already taught myself because assessment. No, you can't skip these because it wi affect your tertiary entrance scores. I wasted so much of high school fretting about USELESS shit like criteria sheets and university entrancr scores. When I got to university I was finally free to push myself. I had a blast. And then I go into the workforce and its like primary school again.

I don't think industry has the right kind of work. I think I can only be fulfilled in academia, but academia will pull me away from my home country and idk if I can handle that. It feels stupid to say this but it all essentially boils down to one friend (I'll call her J) I met in highschool. We are in a small tight knit friendship group that has been fairly constant since highschool and honestly I can't imagine living without J. I was interested in her in highschool and sort of expected in university I'd find a load of cool new friends and sort of just...didn't? Don't get me wrong I have a load of cool acquaintances (and one friend but I'm not looking to get closer than I am already) but I never made the step to be proper friends with them. So I've just been weirdly emotionally dependent on this one person. We are just friends and its very stable, she knows how I feel. I don't need any hope of a further relationship to continue feeling how I do. I derive way too much happiness from her but literally nobody else makes me as comfortable as J does.

You'd usually say that you'll make new friends or find someone new but in the past 8 years I literally haven't found anyone else whose company I enjoy as much, and I can totally see myself going another decade without bothering to really try and look for any friends to be this close to. I don't care enough about sex or relationships to bother meeting a hundred people who I don't like just to find one person who can take up even more of my already precious time. I've long accepted that I'd rather indefinitely continue being emotionally attached to J with no chance of a relationship than bother with trying to shift to someone else. Other people suck. So I'm just going to end up being alone if I go overseas, especially since I'm going to be moving like 6+ hours timezone difference away.

I've loved learning and STEM my entire life and I've given up so much for it. I don't know if I can give up my friends for it though.

#rant #long post #venting

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python 10, 11, 12

10. do they have any regrets?

i don't know. does he 🙂

AGH THIS QUESTION HURT ME SO MUCH . it's. hard to really say whether or not it regrets leaving skylight. for sure he regrets not taking swift with him to earth, even if sky definitely wouldn't have been as enthusiastic about it as he was, because him abandoning her caused so many problems for them that he should have seen coming before it left. he just. so wishes it could've saved them all the trouble and heartache sky went through

but like. what if she just refused to go. even if he offered to take sky with him. what if he had to choose. is it worth making rest of his life hell just to spare her from that? is it selfish to not want that? and. yeah it struggles with this point a lot. and i must stress how throroughly python does not miss being a god and how much it loves being a human. how much he's learned from others about himself and the world that it would've never learned if he'd stayed as a god. but all of that is at the cost of his best friend's health and the problem just. eats away at it. and it takes him more than a while to fully grapple with the fact that he just. couldn't've won no matter what it did.

of course it gets better when the plot kicks off and he actually has a chance to reconcile with swift, but it also kinda just. puts into perspective just how much he ruined sky by doing what it did. and it sucks ass for him. and he understands why both it and swift couldn't have been humans but how was it supposed to choose? the only reason he even chose to go through with becoming human was because it and swift had an argument over the subject and it made a hasty decision. without that, it's hard to say whether or not it would've ever made the hard decision, just letting it consume him over his years, like everything else has.

and. you know. i could look at all of that and go "yeah that's enough torment for one post" but what if i made it worse. what if i talk about whether or not he regrets the murders. what then

uh. yeah idk if i've mentioned this before but vysel is not. the only person it's killed. vysel was the first person, yes (and he was also the last that's crazy it's like poetry it rhymes or wtv), but that whole Ordeal kinda starts it on a track record of um. murder! basically anyone he didn't like got an axe to their face. and like. he does regret that because it basically had to relearn all of its morals after that and it caused him sooooooo many issues forever.

and it puts a lot of the blame on the vysel incident for this because. well. not only was it the first ever time he intentionally killed someone, but it actually did do exactly what he wanted it to do. without going into too many details by the time the vysel shit happened it kinda felt wildly out of control of his life with how often he was forced to move becase it made too many enemies in one area, or because he was worried its old parents would find him, or anything like that. so that was basically its wait of saying "fuck it this is MY life and i'm not gonna let you ruin my life". and then after that he kinda got the idea that like "oh i don't feel in control of my life? just fucking kill people!!" and. it caused him to do some fucky wucky things to say the least

i could say even more but i will actually die if i write about this anymore so i'll shelve this topic for another post but uh tl;dr girls when they have to make a decision with seemingly no right answer that will deeply affect them for the rest of their lives ❤❤❤❤❤

11. do they have any addictions?

he has a smoking addiction and has had one for the past. 300ish years? his lungs are basically coal dust at this point. he coughs up ash at regular intervals and everyone just sort of rolls with it. at one point ruby's like. hey python do you think you should see someone about your lungs. and he's like if a doctor looked at me they'd have a stroke and die on the spot. and she's like ???? okay. he has no intention of stopping and has no motivation to cuz it can't die by human means and it smells like cigarette smoke literally all the time i hate him

12. do they have any sense of style? regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?

i mean. he literally wears the exact same thing every damn day. and it's not like the other human characters where i draw them with the same outfit all the time but in universe they wear different shit every day. nah he wears the exact same ratty ass coat and fucked up . shirt that's basically a crop top at this point and shredded to hell and back pants and shoes with soles that flap whenever it takes a step. and it just lives like that. it's kinda hard to get him new clothes too because literally everything is too small on it. he's an actual fucking beanpole

so because it hasn't had new clothes for so long he's just like yeah idk how to dress but i don't care so it's okay 😁 so if he was put in front of a bunch of clothes i think it just. wouldn't know what to do at first . but after a while he starts leaning more and more into it and suddenly it has like 27 well put together outfits and he's like. damn okay . so yeah i think he'd really like fashion and have a good sense of style but it just. doesn't have the self confidence for it <///3 sad!

#python #no impactful ending for this one sorry ! #sorry for taking 5 dayz on this one too . agonies