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imp-thing · 16 days
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my friend told me that when we play kai's mini episode that I'm gonna cry and/or end up kinning him and we're gonna play the YTTD mini episodes later today wish me luck y'all
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stromuprisahat · 2 months
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I've been reading a lot of criticism about Alina lately, and while I agree that she is a shitty protagonist, but the main problem I have with saying that she is the true villain of the story is that... no one told her? No one talked to her about Grisha persecution? Yeah, we hear about it vaguely in TGT, but it isn't until SoC when they find the burnt corpses and the kefta mural that it truly starts to sink in. It's not until you read DitW that you realize how desperate the situation was (and still is, in some ways). It's not until the Nikolai Duology that the true horror of the Shu experiments is brought to us. We see nothing of it in TGT, so maybe... Alina just doesn't know?
Yeah, sure, she has been around Grisha and is one of them now, but hear me out, it's like white people who say they don't have a problem with POC but they don't realize that it doesn't negate the fact that POC still face racism from others. Add to the fact that nowhere do we see newspapers and as an orphan Alina is definitely less aware of social justice situations than your average white guy- how is she supposed to know? All that she sees is the luxury of the Grisha- their tents their bulletproof clothes, etc.
Just a thought about how the story might have gone different if instead of the crows, it was Alina who found the three burnt bodies while chasing the stag and had to put one of them out of their misery. And how the story might have changed if Alina truly understood the situation.
I'm almost halfway through Siege and Storm, so I’ll talk from this perspective.
I’d say it’s the same issue as anything with Alina- she doesn’t want to know.
She’s almost murdered by a guy yelling “witch” in her face. Funnily enough- at this point it’s still in English (Ravkan), not drüsje, but witch:
I twisted and kicked as the yellow-bearded man grabbed hold of my legs. I looked desperately down to the glen, but the soldiers and Grisha below me were fighting for their lives, clearly outnumbered and unable to come to my aid. I struggled and thrashed, but the Fjerdan was too strong. He climbed on top of me, using his knees to pin my arms to my sides, and reached for his knife.
“I’ll gut you right here, witch,” he snarled in a heavy Fjerdan accent.
She gets safely to Little Palace, mentiones this whole experience twice and that’s it. It wouldn’t even take that much to get back to this topic- next chapter she learns such attack isn’t anything unusual for Grisha:
“ ... Other countries don’t treat their Grisha so well as Ravka,” he said grimly. “The Fjerdans burn us as witches, and the Kerch sell us as slaves. The Shu Han carve us up seeking the source of our power. ... ”
Alina sees there’s a difference made between Grisha and other Ravkans, but never connects the dots. It doesn’t concern her, she’s doing the same after all.
She isn’t interested in situation, not only the wide picture, but more personal perspective- we don’t see her ask her “not-friends” anything about them. Their lives, families... You won’t hear a scary story if you won’t ask or listen...
She got study materials on Grisha history, but that's just that. Words on a paper. Something she repeats when she remembers she's supposed to be hunted, although the reasons don't quite click.
She goes from being prejudiced herself to staying that way. Why would she change? She went from denying being Grisha to being Saint and that’s a completely different thing. The only person she truly cares about is an otkazat’sya, so why would she consider wrongness of slurs and disdain?
She was told, but the Darkling "never tells the truth" and she doesn’t feel the need to ask anyone else.
She hears First Army soldiers insult Ivan for refusing to share information with them, and doesn't blink an eye.
She hears about First Army slaughtering Grisha, and thinks "good, I'd do the same".
She only cares about Grisha being potentially mistreated as long as it's the Darkling harming them (Genya's punishment, Grishenka in R&R).
When forced to face other harm partially caused by Grisha status of slaves in Ravkan society, the circumstances allow her to ignore that aspect (Genya's abuse).
I don’t think she needs anything more explicit. She’d just find the way to blame the Darkling, or forget it ever happened as soon as it was out of her sight.
Burned Grisha corpses?
Some foreign tradition. Or barbecue gone wrong...
Just look at her reaction to Harshaw's story in R&R:
I thought of the dream the Darkling had once had, that we might be Ravkans and not just Grisha. He’d tried to make a safe place for our kind, maybe the only one in the world. I understand the desire to remain free. Was that why Harshaw kept fighting? Why he’d chosen to stay? He must have shared the Darkling’s dream once. Had he given its care over to me?
Zoya's the one, to note how fucked up it is. Alina's concern is possible responsibility. There's no horror, there's no resolution to take over Aleksander's efforts. The goal remains the same- hunt down the Firebird, kill the Darkling, destroy the Fold.
Even when talking as Grisha, Alina doesn't act like one.
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twisted-never-land · 14 days
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Riddle is here to dole out more knowledge on proper behaviour. He seems super high strung and stressed out, though, don't you think?
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spifflocated · 1 year
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Just finished Ch 1 of Moby Dick and I’m already obsessed. I was familiar with “Call me Ishmael” but *nothing* could prepare me for the second half of the first chapter.
It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
I mean… how am I meant to respond to that? He’s like a chronically depressed Bertie Wooster, only with knocking off hats rather than stealing policemen’s helmets. 10/10 no notes
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pup-pee · 4 months
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so i have a problem & its called rereading this fic i just quickly doodled these 2 thingss but ill prolly make an actual piece bc i think about this a lot
sunshine. falling.
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u can decide which part of the convo theyre on kfjsdh
gift 4 @radioactive-earthshine
HERES THE FIC AGAIN BC I REALIZE THE LINK MIGHT NOT LINK? ignore mefjksdh\
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((idk y the quality is so badfjsdgf BUT THE DIALOUGE WAS CUTE OK ik part of it was from superboy & the ravers (#7) but just ok just))
this is like a couple weeks old @ this point idk y i never posted it
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lossie92 · 2 months
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Hatake Kakashi, Omega Umino Iruka, Protective Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka Needs a Hug, Minor Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Physical Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Mizuki Is His Own Warning, Eventual Smut, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary: When the relationship between Iruka and Mizuki comes to a violent and sudden end, Kakashi steps in to pick up the pieces.
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stevebuscemieyes · 1 month
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The Strangers: Chapter 1
May 17, 2024
Dir. Renny Harlin
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kitamars · 2 years
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ever seen my posts and wondered if you could have MORE swap au shenanigans than whatever i crap out every once in a blue moon? well wonder no more! :D
my very dear friend syd (@/wrightworthanon on twitter! give them a follow NOW) just released the first chapter of a longfic with our loveable idiot bunny and grumpy prick tiger, with some funky illustrations done by yours truly~
it’s been so incredibly fun to work out the canon for this with syd, and their writing truly drives me bonkers, so please do check it out! i hope you enjoy ^^
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moonshine-nightlight · 8 months
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tomorrow's Dale is going to brought to you by the three shots i'm having this afternoon as i write and hit different word count thresholds because that's where i'm at today
we'll find out tomorrow when editing!me has to deal with this chapter if i should be telling you to thank me or apologizing 🤣
Current Word Count: 3,028
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sunyandmony · 2 months
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Meanwhile....
"Craftyy!! Oh come on! Just one!" Kickin' pleads, with his 'puppy eyes' (which are failing horribly).
"... Fineee-" Crafty reluctantly agrees..
"Hahhaa!! Yess!!" Kickin' jumps in victory.
A minute later..
"I'm not gonna paint you like that..." Crafty replies, unamused by Kickin' posing as he is. She drops her sketchbook, refusing to even believe he's being serious.
"Oh come on!...." Kickin' pouts, but continues his posing. Obviously he doesn't give up...
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Inspiration/idea for this part by @unknownamethyst09 !!:3
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sodafrog13 · 3 months
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things i should do: write my au beardjacket fic
things i keep not doing: writing my au beardjacket fic
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babysizedfics · 14 days
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1k words of my little!grian & cg!scar wip
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“Scarrr,” the all-too-common whine resounded around the room.
“Daddy’s busy,” Scar replied absentmindedly, distracted for that very reason.
He had invited Grian to keep him company while he waited in the upper levels of his Jellie farm, letting it do its magic. After a good hour of regular conversation and kidding around, it was time to enter the lower chamber to collect the fluffy grey treasures that awarded their patience. Scar was currently chasing around these treasures in his wheelchair, shoving raw fish in their faces until they loved him.
“Yeah, well Grian’s bored!” Grian groaned, dropping his forehead to a block of glass to drive his point home. The ginger cat that resided in the chamber behind the glass startled and darted around its confined space. (They had agreed to let the spare cats roam the server, just as soon as Scar had had the chance to tame his Jellies.) “And stop calling yourself that, s’weird…” Grian grumbled, his face smushed against the glass.
Tempting a Jellie towards him with a raw, slippery salmon, Scar hummed a faux noise of agreement and/or interest. Whatever it was that Grian had said, surely that covered what he wanted in response, Scar theorised.
“Scarrr!” An even louder whine, followed by a muted thump that Scar could only assume was a pathetic attempt at a foot stomp.
Theory disproved. Scar relented, dropping the fish on the floor and letting the wild Jellie snatch it and scurry back to the corner of the room. He had already acquired fourteen Jellies after all. Some people would say that was enough.
“Alright, alright, I know a cry for attention when I see one,” Scar teased, spinning his chair around with a big smile at his fluffy haired companion. “What’s got you all wound up, little man?”
“Gee, I dunno, maybe watching you chase fifteen versions of the same cat around a room for, like, half an hour?” Grian’s voice was all sarcasm, but not too much frustration. In a blur of red, Grian swung his arm up and a bunched up rag came flying at Scar.
He shrieked, arms flying up to shield his face. The rag (which was soaked in what Scar assumed, and hoped, was water) landed by complete chance in his hands with a wet slap.
“For your gross fish hands,” Grian explained, clocking Scar’s confused disgust. He dragged his feet on the floor over to where Scar was parked. Before Scar could argue that his hands weren’t that fishy, Grian had grabbed one of his wrists and lightly tugged it up to exclaim, “Oh my god, dude, your fingers are literally wrinkled!”
Scar’s own hand was shoved in his face to confirm that, yes, his fingertips were wrinkled from the amount of raw fish he had been handling. He sent a guilty (yet charming, he was sure) smile over at his best friend.
“Y’know what, Grian? I just had the best idea.”
The other’s eyebrows raised and his lips quirked into a light smile. “Oh yeah, Scar?” Grian played along, placing (not dropping) Scar’s hand back to his armrest. His fingers stayed resting on Scar’s wrist. “And what’s that?”
“Well, I’ve decided that we have been here long enough and should leave,” Scar explained casually, then grabbed Grian’s hand tight and whispered desperately, “Now.”
Grian broke into a burst of giggles. “That’s what I’ve been saying! And get your gross hands off me!” he cried, shaking Scar’s greasy grip off and leading the way to the door.
Scar hummed to himself in thought as he wiped his hand off on the rag, his chair also humming beneath him mechanically as he drove behind Grian. “No, I don’t think you’ve said that at all today.”
They broke out into the daylight, and Scar admittedly was glad to see the bright blue sky and fields of green stretching into the horizon.
“All I’ve heard you say were ‘Scar’, and ‘Scarrr’, and ‘Scarrr’—” Scar counted on his fingers, doing his very best Grian Whine, before the originator of said whine batted his hand back down.
“Okay, okay,” Grian groaned, though still with a smile.
“Can we please do something fun now?”
“Sure, fire away,” Scar indicated to Grian with the rag before chucking it to his other hand to finish cleaning off. After fussing for a good moment with a rascally scale that wanted to stay put under his fingernail, Scar looked up, only just realising Grian hadn’t said anything in reply. “Bud?”
Grian was looking a little lost, bashfully shrugging his shoulders. “Uh, I kind of hoped you could think of something?” he asked hopefully, voice raising to a pitch that meant he was trying to smooth things over.
“You didn’t even have anything in mind when you were begging to leave the Jellie farm?” Scar asked, playing shocked and affronted but really just mildly put out and amused.
“I— I just always think your ideas are, uh, more fun,” Grian lied, voice raising in a half-question by the end of the sentence. The smile on his face was a combination of smug, playful, and timid. “C’mon you always think of new games when I’m, y’know—” Grian’s shy code for regressed “—surely you can think of something on the spot.” The challenge was clear in Grian’s tone. Then it was made clearer by Grian’s finger poking repetitively into Scar’s cheek. “No pressure or anything. No pressure, Scar. No pressure.” 
Argument on his tongue, Scar was ready to insist Grian think of something for them to do, he was the one who begged for it after all… But then he had an idea. Oh, and this was a fine idea indeed. One he had been waiting for. One that was so very welcome.
You see, after being thoroughly swindled out of a hefty amount of diamonds by Bdubs, Scar had broken the cycle of pranking that was so common in their would and had instead gone quiet. Suspiciously quiet, he knew it seemed from the outside. But inside, he had been sitting back and waiting patiently for just the right scheme to come upon him. One that would annoy the heck out of Bdubs, be enough to get him grinding those perfect pearly whites to mere stubs, but one that didn’t cost too much in damages—to either his base or his ego.
That is, Scar’s base or ego of course; Bdubs’ pride and property, on the other hand, were about to take a major hit. Nothing too permanent, nothing out of bounds, nothing Bdubs wouldn’t recover from, eventually. Something teetering right on the edge. The perfect place for a prank to be.
Scar felt his face twist into a huge grin (and imagined himself as the Grinch) as he caught Grian’s persistent finger in a gentle pinch. (Was he even rhyming like the Grinch now?)
“Someone’s getting kinda testy, huh?” he asked with a very specific, practised voice—softer, bouncier, more teasing than his usual tone.
It was rewarded with an instant dusting of pink across Grian’s cheeks. Step one of the plan was officially in action.
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muuuuch more to come soon :3 pls feel free to reblog/comment/yell at me (kindly) as u see fit - and follow to catch more updates and hear some cute headcanons!
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stromuprisahat · 2 months
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Mal's insecurity seems even worse when you consider that one of his best friends (Mikhail) tried to molest Alina at one point (when he was calling her "sticks" and Alina thinks "You didn't call me Sticks when you were drunk on kvas and trying to paw me") either Mal knew and didn't give two shits about it, or Alina didn't feel like she could tell her closest, dearest friend that his friend treats her like that... we know already that clearly Mal doesn't care for her discomfort as long as she is absolutely his, and he doesn't see his best mates as a threat to Alina's obedience to him... so the latter is more likely but either probably works
that was in the very first chapter and is meant to give valuable information about the characters, why the hell would LB make the main "oh-so-romantic" love interest friends with such a bully?? (because she's a bad writer of course)
People you like are ofter friends with people you cannot stand. Sometimes it's almost bizarre how horrible can your closest one's taste in friends be.
I never saw it that bad. I'm more concerned about that nickname, than some drunk groping. Alina didn't seem to mind it that badly either.
I rubbed my arm where Mikhael had punched me. Sticks. I hated that name. You didn’t call me Sticks when you were drunk on kvas and trying to paw me at the spring bonfire, you miserable oaf, I thought spitefully.
She's angry about Mal's friends constantly pointing out her (perceived) physical deficiencies. The unrequired touching's more of another proof they're pathetic, because they're shaming her for qualities they didn't seem to find unattractive when horny.
I wouldn't say "nothing happened by that fire", but Alina doesn't seem too distressed about it. While unpleasant, it didn't go further, so I suppose she was able to handle herself. She has no issues being rude to people or punching a Prince, so we can assume that's what she did.
I wouldn't blame Mal for not leaving his friends after the incident or not stepping in for this reason, but we can see the nickname was bothering Alina quite a lot. That's what he should've caught on. And that's what he- as Alina's "oldest" friend- should've stopped. At least stand up for Alina in front of her and tell Mikhael to quit it.
Simple "Don't be a jerk, she doesn't like it." would be something.
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pyr0graves · 7 months
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some vista alegre moments i thought deserved to be put into art form
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all of these are from chapter 3 lol, my favorite moments also like 3 other scenes from Pink Matter cause come on man
also I wanted to put cat in as pascal (but they have a specific design for this that I'll refine eventually) cause y yeah idk i hope you guys don't mind it was mostly cause people in the corpse puppet au draw their ocs in place of y/n and i was like HEYYYY
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anyways uhh if you wanna read the fic, it got deleted off ao3 sadly but here's a little drive link I made for it before it got deleted!! Credits and everything 😎 By the way do heed the warnings if you wanna read cause like good GRIEF this fic gets heavy sometimes
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Chapter Three Update
So, I’ve been working hard on Chapter Three, the first half mostly. And I’ve been doing some reconstruction on the layout of the game. I am slightly finished with the first half, and once it’s completed, it will roll out to my beta testers and then it’ll be available for all. After that, I’ll be writing the second half to gift to you. 😊
Here’s what it’ll include:
Change of sidebar
Change of sidebar menu
More character customization, such as: hair color, height, body appearance, piercings, tattoos, and facial hair.
You are able to set the gender of the gender-selectable characters, which are M and B
You can choose if you want sexual/mature content to be explicit, slightly explicit, or none
There are more pronouns to choose from, which includes: she/her, he/him, they/them, xe/xem, ey/em, and zie/zim (I am trying to find a way for players to write in their own pronouns that aren’t listed. I haven’t found a solution, so please bear with me until I’m able)
What’ll Happen In Chapter Three (1/2)
You’ll meet Sovereign Lane, and have a conversation on how you came to be in the Kingdom
You’ll be introduced to M, whom you would have gender-selected
You’ll be escorted to your chambers, which would be decorated the way you would like
You’ll get a new change of clothes to wear to prepare for a council meeting with Lane and others
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I have set up the extra choices of character customization in the beginning of the game. However, if you started the game before I made these changes, I will include the choices before Chapter Three starts so your customization will be complete.
Thank you! I will create a confirmation post of the release date of Chapter Three (1/2)! Have a great day! 💋 👑
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imtheant · 2 years
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This is my take on the PoppyPlaytime protagonist!
He has a catbee mask so he doesn't get recognized. And I headcanon his name to be Jamie B Honey, so his nickname is Honey :3
*Just to clarify, I don't like nor agree with EnchantedMob/MobGames. I just think the characters and concept of the game are neat.
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