#it's suspended and they got rid of all my following and followers

[nocturneneko]

They nuked my ficking twittwr account

#not art sorry #i just got 400 followers on Twitter too... #it's suspended and they got rid of all my following and followers

[fatale-distraction]

BG3 Companions Social Media Headcanons Part 1

I was bored at work and couldn’t stop. 🤣 I’ll make another post with Halsin, Minthara, Jaheira, Minsc, and some NPCs!

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Astarion - Pre-Tav, Astarion's social media is mostly thirst-traps for some kind of nefarious, Cazador-related money-making plot. They barely scoot past the TOS on lewd content. Very little real personal content, anything that isn't a thirst trap is heavily doctored lifestyle content to make it seem like he's living a much more luxurious life than he actually is.

After meeting Tav and getting rid of Cazador, he deletes all of his old accounts and opens up new ones. They're not exactly private, but he's much more careful about who he follows and who can follow him back. The posts become much more genuine. Still a lot of selfies, but they're sexy in the way of a guy just finally living his truth and being comfortable in his own skin. There's more shots of his daily life; waking up with his partner's obnoxious pets strewn across the bed, morning coffee and his current favorite book, new outfits that make him feel more himself. Tav features heavily in most of his posts, and there are probably as many pictures of them as there are of himself.

Karlach - chaos. No rhyme or reason. Lots of parkour and Jack-ass parodies. Constant flood of pictures of her stuffed animal collection. Stupid filters abound. There's several videos of her just flexing. Lumberjack videos. Seven hundred pictures of Tav, tons of selfies together. Videos of her literally sobbing over some cute stuffy she found or a dog she got to pet. "How many times can I say the fuck word before I get suspended." Memes. Memes everywhere.

Lae'zel - She follows three accounts and never posts anything, but somehow she's constantly scrolling through. What does she even do? Her profile picture is still the default. She doesn't have any profile information filled out. It just says "No." Her screen name is just Lae_zel. Every single item in her favorites is a cat video. She has One photo and its a gym selfie. All of her comments seem really mean at first, but they're all weirdly supportive things along the lines of "your teeth are sharp and your visage terrifying".

Shadowheart - total E-girl influencer vibe. Everything is #nofilter. She doesn't need filters. She's god's most perfect princess. You can't even be mad because it's not vanity its just how she Is. Ends everything with Prayer-hands-emoji hashtag Shar'sblessings or Selune'sblessings depending on where she is in that journey. Hairstyle and makeup tutorials and she makes it look so damn easy. "Dye my hair and cut my bangs with me." "Get ready with me" videos nearly every day. Every picture has a comment from Astarion that just says "oh fuck off" because even he can never hope to be as perfect as she is. Or at least that's what her forty-five thousand followers think.

Wyll - The official Blade of the Frontier social media account(s). Fencing videos and promos. "How to polish your horns for newbies" video that's been taken down twenty-seven times for lewd content even though it's literally for polishing actual horns. Accidental thirst traps because damn. Lots of disability advocacy, especially for visual impairments. Weekly Demon/Devil PSAs. Constantly featured in Karlach's vids and vice-versa. Buddy selfies. Once in a while a pic of him with his dad. Pics with Tav are rare, but when he does post them they're the sweetest pictures and he gushes about them for paragraphs. It's a little gross how gushy they are. Astarion comments with vomit emojis and Wyll just replies with an angry face emoji. The purest content. He's so wholesome. Not a swear to be seen. Lots of gentle hype videos. "You've got this. You can do this. I believe in you."

Gale - oh my god he has the most pretentious social media accounts. He's worse than Astarion. "Well, actually" videos with multiple parts because they're too long. Tea and bookshelves. Tara. So many pics of Tara. Tara napping on a book. Tara swatting a fly. Tara in the window. Tara on the kitchen counter. Tara laying in the sun. Tara doing nothing. He has one of those fancy cat terrarium backpacks. Magic tutorials. Mystra simp. Surprisingly few selfies but the ones he has are IMMACULATE. Pretentious book reviews. His only saving grace is that he is HILARIOUS. He's the only one with a reasonable about of pics with Tav as opposed to almost none or way too many, but the captions are always really sweet.

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Part 2 here!

Part 3 here!

Part 4

#baldur's gate 3 #Baldur’s gate 3 Headcanons #bg3 #bg3 headcanons #shadowheart #astarion #wyll ravengard #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #astarion ancunin #lae'zel #karlach

[renthony]

Just curious. How bad has Biden been at controlling COVID-19 in your view?

First: I already responded to a similar question you left on this post.

Second: Biden has been atrocious for COVID-19 safety and management. COVID-19 is still killing people, and our president has done a horribly insufficient job in mitigating that. "Better than the Republicans" is not the same thing as "good" or "effective." Biden's abysmal reaction to COVID-19 is part of why I'm so thrilled that the Uncommitted campaign for the Democratic primary has achieved some success. That particular campaign is focused on ceasefire in Palestine, but the People's CDC explained in a statement how Palestine is also very much a public health issue. We need to scare the bastard and actually do some of that "pushing him left" that people claimed they'd do after getting him elected. Though it seems to me like a lot of people just settled for, "okay, we got rid of Trump, we don't have to worry anymore."

Third: While I'm at it, people have to do more than vote. You have got to get involved. You have got to do more than participate in the presidential election once every four years. Join a union (may I recommend the IWW?), follow the guidance of The People's CDC, volunteer for your local Food Not Bombs, get involved in a tenants union like the Autonomous Tenants Union Network, read Riot Medicine, get trained in first aid and get involved in a street medic group, read up on your local politics and get involved on the small-scale, do something in addition to voting in the presidential election. Even if you're limited in how much you can personally participate, find the people who are talking about these issues and signal boost them, and share the information with others who may be more able to participate more. If you can tell people to go vote in the presidential election, you can also tell them to go do other things, too.

Now, with all of that out of the way, here are some links related to Biden's abysmal COVID-19 response:

During his 2020 campaign, Biden promised immediate $2K stimulus checks. Instead, he delivered $1,400. Sources: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

Velena Jones for NBC Bay Area: "‘Too expensive': Bay Area residents shocked over new COVID vaccine prices"

Reuters: "COVID vaccine manufacturers set list price between $120-$130 per dose"

Joseph Choi for The Hill: "Free COVID-19 test program to be suspended for now"

Disability activist Alice Wong writing for TeenVogue: "Covid Isn't Going Anywhere. Masking Up Could Save My Life," and the follow-up article, "COVID and the 2024 Election: What Biden and Democrats Owe High-Risk People."

Laura Weiss writing for The New Republic: "Democrats Can't Keep Ignoring Covid in 2024."

David Cohen and Adam Cancryn for Politico: "Biden on '60 Minutes': 'The Pandemic is Over.'"

Alex Skopic for Current Affairs: "COVID-19 is Still a Threat. So is Biden’s CDC."

Adam Cancryn for Politico: "Biden Appears to be Over Covid Protocols."

Paul Thornton for the Los Angeles Times: "Covid Still Rages, and the Biden Administration Isn't Helping."

Eric J. Topol for the Los Angeles Times: "The U.S. is facing the biggest COVID wave since Omicron. Why are we still playing make-believe?"

We should have free, universal testing. We should have free, universal vaccination. We should have free, universal treatment. We should have financial assistance for those of us who can't work outside the home. We should have mandated work-from-home for any job that can be done remotely. We should be emptying prisons and paying attention to the way disease and abuse proliferate inside their walls. We should have COVID-19 safety PSAs and government support for universal masking. We should have free distribution of N95s. We should have mandated masking in medical settings and public spaces. We should have a higher minimum wage. We should have healthcare reforms. We should have strong worker protections. We should have improved infrastructure. We should have a president who gives a single flying fuck about how many of us are dying.

And we have none of it.

But we sure seem to have money to keep dropping bombs, arming cops, terrorizing the vulnerable, and imprisoning innocent people to use for slave labor.

#original post #covid 19

[tiredly101]

ok hear me out, i saw Clownsuu's art of wally but like, its a mafia AU Now i cant get the mafia AU out of my head- so like- Mafia AU Wally darling x Male!Singer! Reader? doesn't have to be the same as the AU plot as Clownsuu's AU i just need a mafia wally cuz there's NON. (P.S: Take care of yourself, drink water & take breaks! :) )

This is good! I already had a poll with similar idea holding the mafia au but this shall be a separate fic and I made reader know spanish! Hope you like it!

Devilish handsome singer

Pairing: Mafia leader! Wally Darling x Singer!Male reader

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

Illustrated Mafia Au, picture made by @clownsuu!

Context: Gepeto is the same Gepeto from New Neighbor but he owns a bar that was bought by a mafia man instead of Male reader and only warning is one death mention! Mario may be Gepeto's boyfriend, I'm not sure yet, suggested to listen to Báilame by Nacho when M/n appears! And lastly M/n's outfit is basically my Welcome Home persona outfits because it just fitted perfectly!

Wally was sitting in an armchair playing with a gun, in front of him was a woman kneeled down, she was missing an eye and she was crying. She didn't pay in time but just when Wally was going to shot her Barnaby opened the door.

"Sorry to interrupt boss but Mario wants to meet at his bar, Gepeto's, in 30 instead of tomorrow," said Barnaby before walking out of the room with his pipe in hand. Wally sighted and shoot the woman in the head before walking out of the room. He changed in his usual outfit for business; rainbows pants with black suspenders, white shirt, red handerquief in a chocker style and his oversized blue blazer.

Wally was taken by Julie to the bar where Howdy open his door upon arrival. Wally walked inside the bar seeing multiple familiar faces who nodded in respect, this is one of the reasons he loves being the Welcome Home mafia leader since he was feared world wide.

"Mr. Darling! I'm glad you could make it in such short notice... Some issues happened with the secretary but not to worry I got rid of them," said Mario Genapetti while sitting down on the booth closest to the stage and made a sign for Wally to sit down while Howdy followed behind, ready to pounce if told so.

"Let's do business after the singer, you are in for a treat Mr. Darling," Wally sighted but nodded after all he did love some pleasure before business but that normally entitled having Howdy rough someone up so he can get a message across but he supposes that a singer would suffice for now.

The whole room went dark and people started cheering while footsteps could be heard in the stage and then a soft blue light fell on top of a guy; he had beautiful (s/c) skin, soft looking (h/c) hair, his eyes were covered by a black bandana that had a little rainbow drawn in it and he was wearing a dark red shirt that had on top of it a black corset that hugged his waist that was accompanied with some black dress pants.

The guys started singing in spanish while swaying his hips with each beat and Wally seemed to be in a trance at the guy's movement while a soft color settled in his cheeks. Wally didn't understand why he was feeling like that, it wasn't normal in his perspective.

"Who is him?," Wally asked Mario but his eyes never strayed from the guy's enchanting singing and ethereal glow. Mario chuckled which made Wally begrudgingly pay attention to the man.

"That is M/n Novell, his best friend with Gepeto over there and when I bought the bar he was part of the deal and I decided to keep him around since the few times cops stopped by he was all the motivation for them to turn a blind eye...," said Mario while smiling and motioned M/n to go where he was since his song just finished. While he walked over there with grace a guy gave him a black rose before kissing his hand and walking away.

M/n threw the flower on the floor and stepped in it before stopping in front of Mario who smiled and pointed towards Wally to which M/n sighted and sat down on his lap which made Wally blush a bright red color.

"I don't have your money yet Mr. Darling but I should get your payment in two days time and if you are kind enough to wait Mr. Novell here will be willing and able to do anything you want," said Mario which made M/n stand up abruptly and pick Mario by the shirt before turning to Wally and smile.

"We will be right back," said M/n before walking away while dragging Mario by the back of his shirt and Mario seemed scared. To say Wally was confused was and understatement but soon Mario came back with a very obvious slap mark in his cheek and he stuttered when he spoke again while M/n walked towards back stage to prepare for another song.

"Sorry for that miscommunication, tomorrow I will have your money," said Mario while slightly shaking and Wally raised his eyebrow before getting up and leaving. He didn't understand a word of what happened but all he knows is he coming back to that club just to see their devilish handsome singer.

Would you like me to do a part two @frindtheshapeshifter405?

#welcome home #wally darling x male reader #wally darling x reader #Tiredly Jackie answers #tw; death #Tiredly Jackie writes

[sadist1224]

Хм, а что, если персонажи CoD попадут в Skyrim? ??? Кем бы они были?

Это больше пост-размышление, если вы не согласны с моими вариантами, вы можете предложить свои. рада буду почитать.

Hmm, what if the CoD characters get into Skyrim? ??? Who would they be?

This is more of a post-reflection, if you don't agree with my options, you can suggest your own. I'll be glad to read it.

Думаю, что Прайс был одним из Соратников, матерым воином, с колоссальным опытом сражений, наверняка один из старших. Конечно, у него есть сила превращаться в вервольфа. Но пользуется ли он ей? Скрывает? Он явно ушел от Соратников, чтобы создать свой клан. Путешествует по Скайриму в поисках команды.

I think that Price was one of the Comrades-in-Arms, a seasoned warrior with tremendous experience in battles, probably one of the elders. Of course, he has the power to transform into a werewolf. But does he use it? Hiding it? He obviously left his Associates to create his own clan. Travels across Skyrim in search of a team.

Призрак - бывший ассасин из Черной руки, который попал в ловушку и еле выбрался живым. Думаю, его предали, специально отправив на самоубийство, чтобы избавиться от призрака раз и навсегда. Думаю, Прайс находит его полуживого по запаху крови, в каком-нибудь болоте и спасает его. Призрак ищет мести? Или он не может вернуться, потому что провалился? В любом случае, Прайс берет его с собой.

Ghost - is a former assassin from the Black Hand who got trapped and barely got out alive. I think he was betrayed, deliberately sent to commit suicide to get rid of the ghost once and for all. I think Price finds him half-dead by the smell of blood, in some swamp and saves him. Is the ghost seeking revenge? Or can't he come back because he failed? Anyway, Price is taking him with him.

Соуп был бы каким-нибудь сержантом Братьев Бури, которого отстранили, скорее всего за невыполнение приказов. Его берут под стражу и отправляют в Виндхельм на суд. Но по дороге, Соуп пытается сбежать. Как раз в этот момент его и находят Прайс с Призраком. Теперь, когда Соуп официально беглый преступник, он со спокойной душой может отправиться вместе с ними. Все равно делать нечего.

Soap would have been some kind of sergeant of the Storm Brothers who was suspended, most likely for not following orders. He is taken into custody and sent to Windhelm for trial. But on the way, Soap tries to escape. It is at this moment that Price and the Ghost find him. Now that Soap is officially a fugitive, he can go with them with peace of mind. There's nothing to do anyway.

Газ был бы одним из гильдии Воров. Ловкий, незаметный, быстрый, харизматичный. У него есть все навыки превосходного вора! Но думаю, он прокололся, когда хотел стащить мешок золота у Прайса, в одной из таверн. Газу повезло, что Прайс не рассердился, а то Призрак уже лишил бы его рук, но вместо этого, Джон, видя в парне потенциал, приглашает его в команду.

Gaz would be one of the Thieves Guild. Nimble, inconspicuous, fast, charismatic. He has all the skills of an excellent thief! But I think he made a mistake when he wanted to steal a bag of gold from Price, in one of the taverns. Gaz was lucky that Price didn't get angry, otherwise Ghost would have already taken his hands off, but instead, John, seeing the potential in the guy, invites him to the team.

Ласвелл была бы магом из Коллегии Винтерхолда. Умная, сдержанная, сообразительная. Мозг команды. Давняя знакомая Прайса.

Laswell would be a magician from the College of Winterhold. Smart, reserved, quick-witted. The brain of the team. An old acquaintance of Price's.

Роуч - чисто гонец, прибегающий во время сражений отдать вам письмо. Представьте сцену сражения с Драконом, когда вся команда потеет изо всех сил, и тут к Прайсу подбегает парень с "О, наконец-то я тебя нашел! Тебе тут письмо передали. Посмотрим..."

БЛЯТЬ МЫ ТУТ ДРАКОНА ЕБАШИМ КАКОЕ ПИСЬМО?!

"Нашел! Тебе приглашение из Вайтрана! Да ты важная шишка" ...

Roach is purely a messenger who comes running to give you a letter during battles. Imagine a scene of a battle with a Dragon, when the whole team is sweating with all their might, and then a guy runs up to Price with "Oh, I finally found you! They gave you a letter here. Let's see…"

FUCK, WE'RE FUCKING A DRAGON HERE, WHAT KIND OF LETTER?!

"I found it! You have an invitation from Whiterun! You're an important person."...

Кениг - какой-нибудь жесткий Имперский солдат, гроза всех Братьев бури. Соуп его не любит это точно.

Konig is some tough Imperial soldier, the thunderstorm of all the Brothers of the storm. Soap doesn't like him, that's for sure.

Грейвз - ... ??? Талмор? Что-то на эльфийском? ???

Graves -…??? The Thalmor? Something in Elvish? ???

Ну и Ридер - драконорожденный, который отчаянно нуждается в помощи, и по счастливому стечению обстоятельств натыкается на 141. А может и не драконорожденный, а просто вор/путешественник/вампир/солдат/ассасин/обычный житель/охотник.

Well, the Reader is a dragonborn who desperately needs help, and by a happy coincidence stumbles upon 141. Or maybe not a dragonborn, but just a thief/traveler/ vampire/soldier/assassin/ordinary resident/hunter.

Блин, можно столько всего придумать с этой ау...

Damn, you can think of so many things with this au…

#call of duty #141 x reader #au #ghost #john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #soap #john soap mactavish #könig #gary roach sanderson #skyrim

[brineffxiv]

Aw hell.

Back up a bit.

So there we were, Venat and I, trying to enter Ktisis Hyperborea in order to track down Hermes, when who should we re-encounter...

Haha! It turns out that despite claiming to not believe my story, Emet-Selch has been (with Hythlodaeus' assistance) investigating the same things Venat and I have been. I am so happy about this. I was literally chanting "Yes yes yes!" When Hythlodaeus explained what they had been up to.

*Ahem*

We have uncovered similar facts and reached the same conclusion: since it seems unlikely that Hermes himself wants to bring about the Final Days, he may yet be recruited to help prevent them.

(ha... ha... in retrospect....)

And then Hythlodaeus laughs at him. I adore these two.

It's too late Emet! You've been contaminated with my friendship (highly contagious) now you'll never be rid of me! 12000+ years in the future you will care about me so much you'll plan for me to succeed after I kill you.

...oh no now I'm crying again...

Keep it together, you've got two whole posts to write to catch up with the plot. No way you're fitting this all in one.

Right. Right.

I find Hermes (and Meteion) in the depths of the Hungering Gardens and convince him to meet with our little group outside.

I tell him what I've told them.

Though reluctant to believe my tale, Hermes agrees to theorize based on his knowledge of dynamis. He concludes much as I have already suspected: that it is likely the varying densities of the people which produced the different effects in each Final Days - the warping of creation magics and the transformations of the people themselves.

But Hermes also points out something new: dynamis is itself only an energy, set in motion by emotion, which must have a source.

It would follow then, that this source... it must be a thinking being, in order to have emotions? Mustn't it? It's not a what. It's a who.

And as Hermes points out, the celestial currents form the outermost layers of the star. If the phenomena appeared first where those were weakest, then...

Someone out in the great expanse is trying to kill us.

Ah. But we have only a moment to reflect on this new horrific revelation, when...

Fuck. Oh, fuck. Hermes, you goddamn idiot.

But no, it's not a new "friend", it's Meteion's sisters reporting in. Meteion proceeds to "suspend" her individual consciousness and connect with the shared one.

Ah.

Oh. No.

Something has gone very very wrong.

Aaaaa!

Meteion is screaming inside my head, and only I can hear her. The rest can tell that something has happened, but they cannot see the truth of it.

And then, quite suddenly, she has disappeared.

Hermes explains that this is an ability Meteion has to avoid confrontation; she alters her aetheric density to blend in with her surroundings.

It's likely that I could hear Meteion's voice just then when the others couldn't because Meteion utilizes dynamis to speak in her mind and my comparatively thin aether left me susceptible to it. This means I'm the best chance we've got to track her down. We split up and search.

Danger music is playing! Danger music is playing! This is not a drill!

Several times I encounter Meteion or her voice and several times she runs away. Disappearing again. I glean from the brief snatches of dialogue that she is fighting her programming to compile and make her report. Something about the data her sisters have transmitted has frightened and upset her, and she does not want to present it to Hermes.

Our search party regroups to find a new plan; I will continue tracking Meteion via her voice, and Emet-Selch will follow, prepared to rain aether upon her to disrupt her vanishing trick. The rest of our party will work to blockade any avenues of escape, a task made easier in that it appears Meteion has fled towards Lethe.

Um. Lethe? The river of forgetting in the underworld? Can we uh... Can we not go into there? I have a bad feeling is all.

I am at once delighted and extremely distressed. The danger music is still playing loud and clear.

The plan works perfectly, for good or ill, and Meteion is cornered. Her voice in my mind begs me to protect everyone. She can no longer flee, and commences her report.

Everywhere Meteion has gone she has found the dead and the dying. Her dispassionate voice continues behind our mounting horror.

Emet-Selch points out the obvious problem in the mission Hermes tasked Meteion with: he did not account for a negative result. The premise of Hermes' question - what others live for, what gives their lives meaning - is flawed, if Meteion encounters only those who are dead or do not wish to live.

Venat orders Meteion to cease her report, suspend her mission, and return home. But Meteion is not listening. Emet-Selch determines to take Meteion back to Amaurot, as she will be needed in order to retrieve all of her sisters.

Hermes is still stunned from the revelation of both the answers to his questions and the astounding oversight in his instructions to Meteion. He kneels in front of her and seems about to acquiesce to Emet-Selch's demand, but...

Memories of Meteion and his promises to her fill Hermes' mind, and he resolves to accept the answers in her report, whatever they are.

Suddenly he transforms. Declaring that he will not allow Meteion to be taken from him until she has delivered her full report, he takes her in his arms and flies off towards Ktisis Hyperboreia.

We chase after them as quick as we can, but arriving at Ktisis we find a crowd of confused researchers outside. An alarum is sounding and the facility has been evacuated and put into a state of alert - a field of dampening magics is now in place effecting any who aren't Ktisis researchers.

Nonetheless, we must enter the facility.

OMG OMG OMG

(Of course Emet is a Dark Knight. He fights with love! In this essay I will...)

This dungeon is a downright delight. All the little bits of commentary and characterization!! HHHhhh!!!

Also I somehow managed to get Venat killed by double stacking a mechanic on her during Hermes' fight and Hythlodaeus res'd her. Hythlodaeus, my man, you are a Bard with a resurrection spell: you have got to stop saying how bad at everything you are because you are clearly not.

Yes, Hermes, you are indeed a mad, desperate fool, but you are a mad, desperate fool in serious need of therapy and someone to talk to. Your problems, to me, seem to stem from the fact that you feel so alone. Your compassion is hampered by the fact that you're entirely too caught up in your own head, and unfortunately, you do not seem to be much of an intellectual. You need friends, people you can share your thoughts and feelings with, and who you can bounce ideas off of so you don't send your emotionally fueled, vulnerable bird-daughter out into space with no means to shield herself from negative feelings. Bad idea, that. Also you need to calm the fuck down.

Together, we defeat Hermes, who returns to his humanoid form.

Emet-Selch declares he is taking both Meteion and Hermes into custody on behalf of the Convocation. As Emet moves to do so, Hermes turns to Meteion and apologizes to her, for being unable to hear out her full report. Hermes has just time enough to ask one final question of Meteion: was there happiness to be found in those stars?

Meteion's answer is long and features examples of failed civilizations that appear to hit close to home for each of our ancients. Those probably deserve closer examination, but that tangent got three paragraphs long before I realized there really wasn't time for it, because as she's giving us this answer Meteion is beginning to leak the black smoke that signals dynamis corruption.

A- Ah. AH. Oh. It's not. It's.

It's Meteion.

The thing out there that's trying to kill us.

It's Meteion. The Meteia. Her sisters.

They are the source of the emotions behind the Final Days.

And Hermes...

You. YOU. You...selfish monster. You bloody hypocrite!

"If man can learn to value all life and retain his will to live he will surely find a way to avert his demise"

It's not enough that you throw your precious creations at us to slow our advance through Ktisis, no, in making your judgement on man you in turn curse every life upon this star to share our fate. Or, have you not considered the method by which you sentence us!? Perhaps you are too distracted by your own despair to truly hear what she is saying: Meteion is bringing death to the star itself, not selectively killing off Man. You know this from my own account of what the Final Days will bring.

You're just like the rest of us; how cheap other lives become in the presence of Man, whether you seek to better us or to destroy us. I couldn't see, couldn't fathom, how you could be the Fandaniel I met in the future. But you've been him all along, haven't you? When push comes to shove you crumple under despair and it's not enough to take your own life, no, you'll make everyone suffer with you. Everyone must feel your pain.

Hermes causes the Final Days. In full knowledge of what he will bring, the pain and the suffering. He knows, and he chooses this. Unlike Meteion, who has become corrupted, unlike the Convocation, who will never know against what they struggle, Hermes stares evil in the face and embraces it. A mental breakdown will not absolve you Hermes, in this moment you damn yourself.

No. NO.

I forgot about that thing!

Hermes orders Kairos to rewrite the memories of all within Ktisis Hyperborea, beginning at the point of Emet-Selch's arrival in Elpis. Our memories are to be replaced with a vague recollection of Meteion and her sisters' shared consciousness becoming unstable and exploding, triggering Kairos.

Kairos begins counting down.

A lot of things happen, very quickly, all at once.

With his back to us, Hermes bids Meteion fly to the far edge of the universe where none can reach her.

Venat breaks her bonds and launches herself at Meteion, intent on stopping her, but Hermes blocks the blow and Meteion leaps into the air.

The break in Hermes' concentration appears to have freed the rest of us from our chains, and as Emet-Selch summons his weapon to challenge Hermes, Venat leaps aboard Argos in pursuit of Meteion. As the two shoot skyward, Hythlodaeus leads me to the edge of the platform. He tells me that here, this is their fight to wage, but that I must take the knowledge I have gained here back to my time, to my own battle.

Meteion is rapidly approaching the bounds of the star, with Venat in close pursuit. Just before Venat can catch her, Meteion shapeshifts into an actual bird (Hey! My friend has that minion! What!?) and speeds away into space, but not before Venat manages to tag her with a spell.

Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus sacrifice themselves to allow Venat and I to escape with our memories intact. Kairos completes its final process as we soar above their heads.

In the final few seconds left to us, Emet-Selch proclaims that he still doesn't believe my story, but, if it must be said, to not squander the legacy he leaves to me. In futility I reach for him, feeling the weight of our history falling into place.

Honestly, I could barely manage to take screencaps of this part I was crying so hard.

But I caught his smile.

...

Outside again, Venat collapses on the grass, exhausted both physically and mentally by what we've just been through.

The spell Venat tagged Meteion with is a tracking spell, one with which we can track her. Though she is already unimaginably distant and beyond our current reach.

Venat uses Argos to check on our friends, now exiting Ktisis Hyperborea, with Hermes in tow.

As expected, they have no memories of the events that Hermes contrived to have us forget, and Hermes himself appears devastated at the loss of Meteion.

Wait, what? No. No no no no! You've just seen, literally just seen, that even when Emet-Selch believes something to be completely ludicrous he will do his due diligence to investigate it. Tell him. Tell them, the Convocation. Even if they don't believe you at least let them know about dynamis, so they can recognize it when the Final Days begins! We cannot reach Meteion where she is now, but you have time. Time to work to stabilize the aether currents. Time to find an alternative solution so that when the Final Days arrive it's not necessary to summon Zodiark. Don't you start this again. This information control.

Leaving aside her asinine view that public knowledge of the contents of Meteion's report would lead to some sort of further catastrophe... Venat is against telling the Convocation the truth because of her fears of what Hermes would do if he learned the truth?? Venat, have you lost your mind? Hermes is one man. The only reason he was able to do what he already did was because we had the deck stacked against us, we confronted him in his seat of power with our own abilities severely limited. It was a very specific set of circumstances!! Outside of these exact conditions what he did would not have worked! Hermes' greatest weapon is our ignorance, that's why he contrived to have us forget in the first place. You are wasting the opportunity our friends sacrificed all to provide us with!

You already know the key thing that Hermes will contribute to resolving the coming crisis! The knowledge of celestial currents! Share this knowledge and you will have no need of him!!

It needn't be senseless and seemingly inevitable at all if you would bloody well tell people! Hope is so much stronger when built on a foundation of knowledge. We cannot stop the Final Days from coming, but you can yet mitigate it. All needn't be lost. You can yet choose to do something different. I beg you, use this time to find a different path.

Please Venat, please do not let your future become my past.

#ffxiv liveblog #rhesh'a tag #meteion #hermes #venat #hydaelyn #emet-selch #hythlodaeus #ktisis hyperborea #I struggled with this post for literal MONTHS #this one and the next #I'm still not happy with it #i should have split it into two so I could add more pictures #for one thing #but it needs to go

[honourablejester]

Some of my favourite bits from the landmarks/setting of Heart: The City Beneath:

The starting layer, Derelictus, was originally intended to be the massive central station for the cursed Vermissian train network, but it was never connected to the system, so it remained intact when shit went tits up and everything else got metaphysical. It’s a mini-city, the City Between, that’s arranged on the four massive vertical platform levels of a train station.

I fucking love the Vermissian stations in general: there’s the one precariously arranged around massive crystal stalactites that continuously threaten to fall and crush the station, there’s the flooded one with broken pumps and intact vending machines, there’s the one that’s a terrifying amusement park, there’s the one with glass floors suspended precariously over an artificial lake containing a captive sea monster, there’s the one that’s an eerie fake city where there’s nothing unique, all the tiles, streets, shops, etc are the same one tiled over and over again, and then there’s the crown jewel, Terminus, the metaphysical turntable station where the turntable can be rotated dimensionally to hook up to every single possible line. I love the Vermissian. I adore this mad train network so much.

There’s a grove full of aggressive drug dealer druids who supply the Cities Above and Beneath, and one of the suggested quests you can get is from a burly naked druid who has to get a shipment of hallucinogenic mushrooms to a Vermissian Sage, but he can’t be having with that technological hellscape nonsense, so he hires you to ship it for him.

There are seven temples to the Moon Beneath, one central one and six subsidiary ones each devoted to one of the six Damnic Virtues. My favourite is Athane, Temple of Sagacity, which has developed into an endless debating floor because the priests have come to believe that something catastrophic will happen if the debate ever ends, so one of them always has to be standing and lecturing on something. They are desperately grateful if literally anyone else would be willing to stay a while and hold the floor on any subject for long enough for them to get a break.

In the Tunnels of Wet Filth, where the sewers from the City Above flow down to and where the ground is covered in liquid filth, there’s a doctor named Aster who advertises his ‘purgatives’ that can cure you of any illness. Since witchdom is a blood-borne disease in this universe, you can meet a witch who would like to be rid of it, and asks you to escort her up there. The thing is, apparently his advertising is absolutely not false, as she actually can just hyurk up her magic after his purgatives. So, like. He lives in a literal cesspit that can curse you with eternal stench to enter, but he is absolutely not lying about his product?

There’s a mobile predatory library stalking around tiers 2 and 3 of the Heart with a dragon-larvae at its heart hungering for knowledge. The librarians are all mind-controlled slaves, and that is absolutely a fate that can happen to you, if you spend too long or take too much damage in there. But it has an absolutely staggering collection, and if you’re looking for answers, it genuinely is the place to go.

The headquarters of the Hounds, the cursed remnants of a massacred army sent to conquer the Heart, is the Bunker, a central command structure in the heart of a web of trenches and razorwire, because the Hounds are basically WWI vets cursed to immortality by an ancient sentient hellscape. I’m going to give you one of the potential quests here verbatim from the book, because it’s fantastic: “A one-eyed quartermaster hires you (D10, Haven) to carry a single bottle of rotgut whiskey to the Bunker so the commanders of the 33rd have something to drink. Can you make it there and keep the bottle intact?” Followed by: “That quartermaster shouldn’t have paid you up front, and you drank the whiskey without ever going to the Bunker. Now you’re being hunted by thirsty and unpleasantly sober immortal soldiers. How are you going to make amends?” Rule one: do not deprive immortal traumatised vets of their alcohol, what’s wrong with you?

The Ghastling Plain down in tier 3 is a sea of ash underneath a perpetually burning ceiling-sky, where people live in stilt houses and ‘fish’ for eyeless lizards and strange land-squid in the ash beneath, or sail on skiffs across the surface of the ash. It’s desolate and beautiful.

There is another mobile rogue library called Papilous, this one extra-dimensional, where dream moths suck secrets like nectar out of people’s ears and librarians gently brush the thought-pollen from the moths into books. It’s actually Silent Hill, in that there is a benevolent and a malevolent version of Papillon, nested inside each other, and one can cross between them by accident. The inhabitants of either version do not believe that the other exists.

There are eight extra-dimensional Heavens you can access (especially if you’re a Deadwalker), and my favourite is the Source, which the gnolls of one of the surface nations discovered through their mechano-occult investigations, and from which they draw the energy that powers their machinery. It’s a great mechanical labyrinth of electrum and gold that courses with energy, including lethal surges of it, and is defended by constructs that prevent mortals from messing with the circuitry, as Expedition 23 found out to the tune of a single survivor. The gnolls have been sending living expeditions into it from the ziggurant in their capital city in the south, but delvers in the Heart can also make their way in. The twain can meet, which I find amusing: two different blasphemous mortal expeditions into a heaven meeting accidentally in the middle.

One the subject of what happens if you die while already illicitly in an afterlife, the book has this fantastic note: “Short answer: we don’t know. Make it up. No-one’s supposed to get into heaven while they’re alive, let alone get stabbed in the gut and bleed out there, so metaphysics tends to handle it on a case-by-case basis.” Which, you know. Fair.

This is such a gnarly setting. I deeply enjoy it. Especially the trains. I just. I really, really love the trains?

#ttrpgs #heart the city beneath #worldbuilding #setting #such a cool setting #very darkest dungeon meets sunless sea #i love it

[readsalot1]

I would like there to be a fic where the "three solobrats" and early love interests (YJK, JJK era, so A/T, J/TK, J/Z) end up time-travelling to the prequel era (probably shortly after Geonosis), and the Organa-Solo kids are excited to meet their not-evil-yet granddad.

This goes off the rails when Tahiri freaks out as soon as Anakin 1.0 enters because that is the monster of folklore who slaughtered a whole tribe of Tuskens, down to the youngest baby.

Because you can't convince me that in this AU a) Anakin doesn't go down as some sort of ghost/horror story in Tusken culture, and b) curious baby force-sensitive Tahiri didn't wander off at some point and end up seeing the echo of the slaughter.

The prequel-era council obviously freaks out about 1. the time travel, 2. some of the time travelers are Anakin 1.0's descendants, 3. Anakin 1.0 apparently committed genocide (note: the fandom doesn't view this with the right amount of horror, even in light of his second genocide--the Jedi), and decides to temporarily suspend his duties until they can perform an investigation of sorts into his decision-making capabilities.

Anakin 1.0 is initially thrilled because OMG GRANDKIDS and one of them is named after him (wahoo!!), but quickly becomes pissy because the friend of his mini-me (EW, she was raised by Tusken Raiders [careful Ani1, your racism is showing] even though she's human) gets him in trouble with the council.

Anakin 2.0 now has even more issues/worries about his namesake, and turning out like him [note: this was a big plot point in his early appearances].

Jaina & Jacen are kinda worried about this because now their granddad was bad from an earlier point??? and they don't know what to do with that. (Jacen is jumping from joy because a bunch of animals that went extinct during the Empire's rule are still alive; Jaina finds out there were apparently seven lightsaber forms before Knightfall, and decides to crash all the basic training classes. This is hilarious because she's older than the enrolled students for the more basic forms like Shii-cho.)

Tenel Ka and Zekk are along for the ride:

("Wait, she's the heir to the Hapes Consortium?" "yes" "and they're letting her be a Jedi too?" "yep" "politically is that allowed?!?" "I mean her mom's from Dathomir?" **jedi padawan noises of imploded worldview**)

("so Zekk what about you" "oh, I'm a Coruscanti street rat :)" "ah ok, so the order found you easily!" "I guess your version would, but the Jedi got massacred, so I didn't start training until I was a teenager :)" **choking noises** "oh yeah, Emperor Palpatine was a total hardass, I'm so glad my friend's parents got rid of him, I'd probably be dead or totally evil if he was still in power" --at this point the padawan(s?) they're chatting to [maybe Barriss; she seems politically aware enough to worry about the heir of a major political power also being a Jedi--she's probably also read about Xanatos] decides to bring them to the council)

It goes something like "Didn't they mention, Darth Vader & the clones slaughtered pretty much the entire Order. Some of the younger padawans escaped (their masters died for them (and oh, doesn't that hit hard)) and ran until dark siders who served the Emperor hunted them down (this can be vaguely compliant with some Rebels content; assume the Rebellion-era is more fusion with new canon, except Thrawn doesn't engage as much with the Lothal cell, and thus is around for the Thrawn trilogy on to proceed (thus inquisitors exist and so too do the Hands--maybe Mara is Palpy's spy in the inquisorius's ranks; Starkiller can be Vader's; Death Star plan theft follows TFU more than R1) it hits hard that some of their own (their children, their future) work to destroy the vestiges of what they were).

Then they find out that Darth Vader, the Sith Apprentice--the emperor's attack dog, his right hand--is Anakin (1.0), the boy they took in, the one they protected, the one some viewed as their savior, the boy winning battle after battle, the one shining bright, the Hero With No Fear, the boy whose fear of losing everything, everyone he cares about is slowly tearing him to shreds, the foolish, foolish boy who will doom the galaxy to save one person and fail at that, the buy who burned and burned, scorching those around him until he was alone, and still burning, until he burned himself to save another foolish boy, the younger burning like a candle, steadily, warmly, rather than like the sun, and Anakin (they can't bring themselves to hate him, even knowing what he will do--they see the sweet child who loved his mother, who wanted to free all the slaves in the galaxy), seeing the warm, kind candlelight of the other boy, the brave, foolish child, his child, his son, and knowing he will burn him, sees the vacuum of space (the cold, cold man who made him burn everyone, who made him lose everyone, until only the vacuum was left behind, the only one he could not burn away), sure to take the air around the lone, kind candle, and the sun (Anakin) burns itself (himself) out, becomes a supernova to push the vacuum (empty, cold, always hungry) away from the candle (the son), and saves the brave, foolish boy who came to help him, but he feared burning most of all (the burning sun of Tatooine burns himself out, after burning with hatred for the better part of two decades, for another desert child, one who burns with warmth, like a hearthfire, and asks for the girl who burns (with the passion of justice, with compassion, the girl who is like him but not for instead of burning the world for those she loves, she who would burn herself out, the girl who would burn her enemies (those who seek the harm the world) for any who deserve kindness, who burns internally, but is willing to burn others as well) to forgive him, and she does, eventually, she names her steady hearthfire of a son after him, and hopes against hope that he (her son, one of her three suns) will have a happy ending, that he will not burn himself out like his grandfather, his namesake [Anakin, her son, he burns too: for his siblings (they will burn as well, his brother like his grandfather--maybe he should have been Anakin instead--and his sister, burning, the one to put out her twin's light, twin suns of Tatooine, one snuffed out the other), his friends (they break apart, the group splintering, fragmented after the war is won; even before), his love (she breaks, in a way not even being shaped by the black holes, put under pressure in the hope of her becoming one, can do; for a while she fades away to almost nothing, invisible, until the brother, seeing the broken, invisible girl takes her, and tries to make the broken puppet of a girl dance for him; it works for a time, building more cracks in her skin until she shatters, and the people who loved him, Anakin the second, the bright boy who burned himself away too soon, see the girl again, no longer invisible, and try to help her [pray they are not too late to put her (shattered, porcelain, crushed spirit, a shell of her former bright self) together again]), for the galaxy; but at this part of the story we don't know his fate, to burn and burn until there is nothing left, until the force takes him away, to burn so hot, so bright, so light, that his enemies (true voids in the force--black holes--not like the cold, hungry vacuum that desired, took the sun of his grandfather) burned away as well; he burns away, but as a hero. This does not stop his mother from her agony; it is all his father can do to hold himself together to stop her shattering like the girl everyone forgot, the invisible girl who loved his son, who would (and does) do anything for the memory of a boy who left the galaxy too soon].

This is the story they tell: of the angry sun who burns everyone (especially even those who offer him kindness), the boy-candle, the girl who burns with the heat of a thousand suns but never harms those undeserving of that fury, the scoundrel with the hard exterior who inside is kind, the brave wookie warrior who lives [and dies, though they will not know it for a time] to protect them, the saviors of the galaxy;

and others as well: the girl who was almost snuffed out by the vacuum, who burned as a quiet ember, whose flame was reawakened by the boy-candle; the boy who parallels her, who was trained by the angry sun to burn like him but refused, who burned out over and over again trying to prove himself, and, in the end, burned out to save the galaxy, who sent the message to the rebels that worked to end the war [the message, that, too late for some, still saved billions, perhaps trillions of lives, had it not been sent (how many worlds could have shared Alderaan's fate?)].

#star wars #star wars legends #anakin solo #tahiri veila #anakin skywalker #leia organa #jaina solo #jacen solo #han solo #tenel ka djo #zekk #star wars expanded universe #star wars eu #barriss offee #star wars meta #fic ideas #now on ao3 #i should be sleeping

[inconsistentcharacterizationcomp]

The developers keep calling Wheatley stupid and insisting that he's the dumbest moron in existence, but like ????

"Oh, just open the door! [to self] That's too aggressive. [loud again] Hello, friend! Why not open the door? [to self] Hm. Could be Spanish, could be Spanish. [loud again] Hola, amigo! Abre la puerta! Donde esta--no. Um..." Not fluent but knows a little bit of Spanish.

"Simple word. 'Apple'. Just say 'Apple'. Classic. Very simple. Ay. Double Pee-Ell-Ee." He can spell.

"I found some bird eggs up here. Just dropped 'em into the door mechanism. Shut it right down." Created a diversion to distract GLaDOS so he could talk to Chell.

"Hey, buddy! Ahm speaken' in an accent that is beyOnd 'er range of hearing." People think this is stupid but 1. He was planning on breaking Chell out in Test Chamber 23 but GLaDOS was planning to kill Chell after Test Chamber 21 so he had to enact the escape plan early. And 2, he had to improvise using a technique that he's likely heard of but never got the chance to learn how to do himself, which is AI voice modulation. And it's an actual thing, it's not just some weird thing he came up with out of nowhere. In an unused line, GLaDOS says this: "I can hear him. I've modulated my voice, however, so he can't hear me. What are you up to?" Like it's an actual THING cores can do, he just doesn't know how to do it because he's inexperienced.

"Quick word about the future plans that I've got in store: We are going to shut down her turret production line, alright? Turn off her neurotoxin, and then confront her." He literally came up with the plan to disarm GLaDOS.

GLaDOS: "The irony is that you were almost at the last test. Here it is. Why don't you just do it? Trust me, it's an easier way out than whatever asinine plan your friend came up with."

Wheatley: "Oh, what? How stupid does she think we are?" A real moron would have easily fallen for this trap.

"Brilliant you made it through! Well done! Follow me, we've still got work to do. At least she can't touch us back here." Knew to guide Chell someplace specifically where GLaDOS wouldn't be able to reach them.

"Here's an interesting story. You might like this. I almost got a job down here in Manufacturing. But, uh, guess who the foreman went with? Only an exact duplicate of himself. Nepotism." 'Nepotism' is quite a big word for a "moron" to have in his vocabulary.

"There's no turret in it... Maybe the system stores a backup image? Oh, hang on. What if we gave it something ELSE to scan? We could get one of the crap turrets. We could put it in the scanner and see what happens. Yes! Go and catch one of the crap turrets, and bring it back!" If Wheatley is supposedly the 'dumbest moron who ever lived' then what does that say about the player who can't figure out this puzzle and needs Wheatley to solve it for them?

"Wait. Just thought of something? How am I going to get in? You know, being bloody massive and everything. Wait! I know! You get into the lift, okay? Then I'll eject myself out of my new body into the lift just as you pass by me! Brilliant. It's perfect. Except for all the glass hitting us when I smash through the lift, that's a bit of a problem. Also, once I eject myself out of the core the lift might stop. Then we'd be trapped in a lift full of broken glass suspended fifty feet off the ground." What kind of moron thinks about the logistics like this?

"Look at the word 'test', on the wall there. That's brand new." Once again, Wheatley can spell. He isn't illiterate.

"To clarify, I was being a little bit facetious about wanting to get rid of monitors. They're actually really quite useful. So I do want them around. So if you could just avoid smashing them." "Facetious" is also a pretty big word for a supposed "Moron" to be honest.

"Yeah... Made this test myself. Out of some smaller tests. That I found. Lying around. Jammed 'em all together. Buttons. Got funnels. Bottomless pits are involved. It's got it all, it's got it all, it's absolute dynamite." The fact that he did this while having the test somehow still be solvable is actually incredible.

Wheatley: "SURPRISE! We're doing it NOW!"

GLaDOS: "Okay, credit where it's due: for a little idiot built specifically to come up with stupid, unworkable plans, that was a pretty well laid trap..." Even GLaDOS had to give him credit for that one.

"Also, I took the liberty of watching the tapes of you killing her, and I'm not going to make the same mistakes. Four part plan is this: One: No portal surfaces. Two: Start the neurotoxin immediately. Three: Bomb-proof shields for me. Leading directly into number Four: Bombs. For throwing at you. [...] PART FIVE! BOOBYTRAP THE STALEMATE BUTTON!" No seriously, what kind of a moron does this?

Like my guy isn't a genius, sure, but he isn't "The dumbest moron who ever lived" he's just some awkward guy with a short attention span who probably has ADHD. Like he's literally just as smart as your average person but the game apparently wants to gaslight you into thinking that he's way dumber than he actually is.

.

#propaganda #wheatley #wheatley propaganda

[rainfallnightmare]

Chapter 4

Where's Lunar

(Experiment Sun, Moon and Eclipse x Caretaker Y/n)

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None for now

Word counts: 1075

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July 9th, 2087

CBR

Eclipse POV

It’s been three days since human Marcus hasn’t been around. Our comet mentioned to us before that he was suspended for a Month but wasn’t fully gotten rid of. With Marcus out of the picture for a bit, the other human scientists have been less aggressive towards the others and I. Even tho I still didn’t trust them after all the things they have put us through.

“You okay clipsy?”

I recognized that sweet and caring voice. I looked to see Y/n standing in front of me as I didn’t realize my chamber was open. “I’m okay comet, was just in my thoughts was all” I got down to Y/n level while I gently moved a strand of her hair to the side. Y/n being the gentle human they were, they lightly caress my cheek as I lean into their hand. “You've been spacing out a lot, Something on your mind clipsy?” Y/n looked at me with a bit of worry as I let out a soft sigh and carefully picked them up.

“If I'm honest, I have been thinking of Lunar” I said to Y/n honestly as he has been in my mind lately. I didn’t want to show my weak side to anyone but with Y/n. It felt safe to show my side of me to them as they did some much to help and protect.

“You miss him a lot” I nodded my head as they spoke and it wasn’t a lie. Y/n cups my face with these small hands as I look at them. They gave me a soft smile as it always made my heart tighten because of how beautiful and warm their smile was to us.

“I’ll do my best and try to find Lunar, I may not know him like you guys do. But I’ll do everything I can to help you guys from some kind of closure”

Y/N POV:

When I reassure Eclipse that I would find Lunar. I knew I would start searching before Marcus came back. When Eclipse put me back down to the ground, I kissed his cheek that caused him to purr happily before I went to check on Sun and Moon. When I opened their chamber and looked inside. Both of the two were sleeping as they cuddled up against each other in the ghostly form.

I smiled as they were cute sleeping together without any disturbance. When I was about to leave to let them be. I saw Sun open one eye to see me as he smiled softly. “Go back to sleep hun, you guys need it” I whisper softly since Moon was sleeping. Sun whined softly and held his hand out towards my direction as I let out a soft chuckle and walked over cause he won’t go back to sleep until he gets his goodnight kiss.

“Alright but you better sleep after this okay” Sun nodded his head softly and closed his eyes as he waited for his kiss. Yes I give the astral’s goodnight kisses cause they liked it for some odd reason. When I lean in and press my lips against Sun’s ghostly face, he lets out a soft purr as I pull back to see Moon awake now with one eye open and look at me.

“Okay you get one too”

Moon smiled and let out a purr as well when I gave him his kiss. As I said my goodnight to the boys as they went back to sleep. I quietly left while leaving the chamber doors open incase Eclipse wanted to go cuddle with Sun and Moon.

Once I left the area and headed towards my office. I saw Simone ahead and he was holding a clipboard in his left hand. “Hey Simone!” I called out to him which caused Simone to stop and turn to see me. “Miss/Mr L/n, What can I do for ya?” Sinome asked in confusion since this was the first time I ever talked to him fully. “Come to my office, I have some questions for you” He looked at me confused but followed nevertheless as we headed to my office. Once we arrived and I opened the door, I let him inside before I entered and closed the door. 

“So what did you want to ask me about?” Simone jumped right into it since he probably knew I wasn’t here to stall. “That depends on if you can keep this quiet between the both of us” I said to him seriously since this was gonna be a risky thing I’m doing. “O-oh um..I’m not..I know you want to help the astral beings as much as I do” I cut Simone off as he froze in shock.

“I-I mean I do but…What if we get in trouble?!” Simone said in a bit of a panic but I stopped him there. “As long as we play normal and not speak about this to anyone then we should be alright til then, now do you want to help or not!” I again said in a serious voice as Simone made a gulp sound and nodded his head. I took a deep breath and exhaled as I had Simone sit down in a seat while I did the same.

“Then I’m gonna need you to be honest with me okay” Simone again nodded his head as he looked nervous as hell. “Alright, now my first question: Is LunarNight really dead or is he alive?” Simone was surprised when I asked him this question which made me think that he knows about Lunar. “Subject 223..I-I mean Lunar? Oh he’s um…” I watched Simone close as he struggled to form complete sentences while he looks like he’s sweating bullets. “It’s a simple yes or No question Simone” I said to him as he let out a sigh of defeat even tho he was promising to help.

“He’s..Alive”

I sat up straight as Simone finally answered the question. I was happy to hear that Lunar’s alive but now the question is. “Where’s Lunar” I asked bluntly since this would be good news to tell the others when it’s the right time. Simone, being nervous and scared, scratched his head before looking at me.

“He’s here…but Marcus has him hidden in a secret room where only he and those he trusts knows where it is”

#dca au #aus #dca fandom #eclipse x reader #experiment eclipse #experiment moon #experiment sun #moondrop x reader #sundrop x reader #caretaker y/n #eh sun #eh moon #eh #eh eclipse #eh y/n #Experiment's Hearts #fnaf sb au #fnaf dca

[opinated-user]

I follow Carousel on her new Twitter since her old one got suspended and I feel like she dropped a Lily reference when talking about the new Taylor Swift album when she said ("And I don't even want you back, I just want to know / If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal?" is a line I can relate to. I sometimes wish I could find her out there in the world and ask her if she got her kicks from ruining me for such a long while and if she even gives a single thought to the pain she caused me, if I mattered at all) since that song is about a petty terrible ex.

i just really need to ask this, anon. does Carousel even want to be brought up anymore when it comes to LO? is that something that she wants, has accepted for what it is or doesn't she vehemently wants to get rid of? i have received other anons regarding Carousel and i always hesitate to answer them because it feels like dragging Carousel back into this nonsense for nothing. as far i know, she has a better partner (last i find out), has a good life and is trying to move on. we should probably let het do that without trying to make a connection with LO.

#lily orchard

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - make it home

Part two:

He walked over and the twins quickly stood up making him stop in his tracks and raise his hands.

“I just want to make sure their okay.”

“Their fine.” Jordan snapped.

“Exactly so back up.” Ryan growled.

“Right, so you two might think that their fine, but I still want to check for myself and make sure nothing is broken.”

Mrs Carter came back in with the first aid kit and walked over to Mr Evershed and she held it out.

“We’ll take care of it ourselves Miss.”

Ryan took the first aid kit and walked back over to you. He sat next to you and pulled out some wipes to begin cleaning your nose while Jordan kept Mr Evershed at a distance.

“(Y/N) what happened in the canteen?” Mrs Carter asked softly.

“Someone thought it would be funny to insult our family, (Y/N) warned him to stop, he punched them in the face.” Jordan said.

“Right, your name isn’t (Y/N). Sit, and be quiet.” Mr Evershed snapped.

“Or what?” Jordan spat.

“Jordan.” You warned.

He huffed and walked over, pulling a chair up next to you while he was arched Ryan clean your nose and place a bandaid over it.

“Right, I don’t care what started this yeah? Threatening teachers? Pinning students to walls? None of this is acceptable.”

You all blankly stared at him as if you had no clue what he was going on about and he grew more frustrated.

“Any sort of violent or threatening behaviour will not be tolerated at this school.” He carried on.

You scoffed a little, leaning forward as you rested your chin on your hand.

“And accusing random people in the street of burning your car will be? If I remember right it’s innocent till proven guilty and you’re just walking around blaming random people for something that you clearly brought upon yourself?”

“Are you saying I deserved that?”

Jordan smirked, leaning back as he leant back against his chair.

“If the shoes fits.” He shrugged.

“How dare you!”

“Martin enough! You three get, you’re to report to Mrs Carp till the end of the day and then you’re suspended for tomorrow and you’re to report to me first thing the morning after that.”

“Forget it, we’ll just go home now.”

Ryan picked up your back and you three left the school grounds and you growled lowly.

“We can deal with him.” Jordan hummed.

“Yup, just say the word.” Ryan smirked.

You jabbed them both with your elbows and they groaned a little as you shuffled away from you.

“Right right laying low and all that.” Jordan pouted.

“This is why you can’t be left alone, you’d hurt half the bloody town.” You said.

He chuckled a little and you shook your head as you laughed it him.

You guys got home and decided to pass the time watching some films and chatting away, trying to destress from everything that was working you all up.

You knew it would be better in a few days, but it would still be hard to contain everything, and with your two hard headed brothers wanting to attack anything that moved you had to be extra careful.

You guys did the same thing the following day, and the day after you were stood in Mrs Carters office.

“Ryan? Jordan?”

You shrugged a little.

“Gone when I woke up, honestly miss I don’t have those two tethered to me.”

“I’m not quite sure that’s true, you’re on report (Y/N), so are they.”

“Like I said Mrs Carter, I haven’t a clue where my brothers are right at this moment. And I am not attending English anymore thanks.”

You walked away with the report card in hand while she followed.

“You have to go to English.”

“You can’t force me.”

“This isn’t a choice (Y/N) it’s mandatory lessons!” She yelled after you.

You rolled your eyes, slamming your hand in the reception desk, making it creak a little under the pressure.

“You get rid of that man and I’ll consider going back to English.”

“I can’t do that (Y/N), look he made a mistake, it was a traumatic event, he rushed in and he shouldn’t have but can you blame him?” She asked.

You rolled your eyes at her and threw the report on the ground.

“You think I don’t know what that’s like? You don’t see me blaming everyone man as woman out there for my problems, why does he get to do that?”

“It was an honest mistake, come on (Y/N) you know this.” She sighed.

“Right because we’re always the bad guys.” Ryan said.

He walked over and stood next to you, Jordan yawned and walked over, slinging his arm around your shoulder as the three of you stared at the woman.

“Because to everyone in this god forsaken town thinks we’re freaks. Killers. That’s our fault?” Jordan asked lowly.

“No… no of course not. Of course it isn’t Jordan.” She sighed.

She picked up the report card and set it on the reception desk, leaning against it as she looked between the three of you.

“We know what you think of us, we know what everyone thinks about us we aren’t stupid. But of course it’s everyone’s word against ours, just like that detention. We got punished and that boy got nothing, you think that’s fair?” Ryan asked.

“No of course it isn’t.”

“Maybe instead of worrying about your reputation you should start looking at the real world.” Jordan said.

You raised your hand and both boys immediately stopped.

“I’m not going to English. But if you want me I’ll be in the library, these two will attend normal classes.”

You walked through the hallways and the twins placed a hand on your shoulder making you stop.

“Is that what this is about? What happened?” Ryan asked.

“It’s what it’s always about Ryan, because everyone thinks that we did that!”

“And we know we didn’t, we’ll get to the bottom of it okay?” Jordan asked.

You just nodded and he smiled, ruffling your hair as he pushed you towards the library.

“We’ll catch you later.”

You nodded and walked into the library taking a seat as you scrolled through your phone, feet kicked up on the chair.

You weren’t sure how long you were scrolling for but someone moving the chair across from you made you look up.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

You said nothing and went back to scrolling.

“Look, I understand you don’t want to attend my lesson. Okay? That’s fair enough, and I want to say sorry for how I treated you and your brothers yesterday.”

Again you said nothing and Mr Evershed sighed.

“I’m not here to force you into my class, I can’t do that like you said we can’t force you to do anything. I just came to give you these, worksheets for the week. You can fill them in now or later but I need them back by the end of the week.”

Mr Evershed slid the papers across the table towards you and stood up, putting his chair back under the table.

“How’s your nose? Did you get it looked at?” He asked.

You looked up at him and he smiled a little, raising his hands as he slowly backed away.

“Not much of a talker, got it.”

You didn’t bother doing the worksheets until Friday, and you decided to hand them in at the end of the day.

Mr Evershed was stood at the reception doors and you stopped just in front of him, holding the papers up in one hand.

“Thank you (Y/N).”

Without a word you left and that’s how it went for the next two weeks. You would get your work for English on a Monday and he would get it back on the Friday.

Mrs Carter went on maternity leave, and Mr Evershed became the headteacher, and he was the one in charge of your report meeting.

“Two weeks, we’ve had your teachers write down their notes after class and Mandy decided it was time to review the process to see if you could come off report.” He explained.

You simply shrugged, resting your head on your hands as you turned away from him.

“Aside from a few minor incidents such as turning up late or walking out you’ve done pretty well with your behaviour. I am asking you to come to English tomorrow though, you have a test and as you know I’m no longer your English teacher.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose slightly.

“Are we ever going to put this behind us (Y/N)? You’re a bright student, I just think you need to focus more on your studies.”

You said nothing and gestured to the door.

“Can I go?”

“Hold on just one more thing, I haven’t had a chance to speak to you properly since that night which again I am truly sorry for accusing you. I saw you there, I saw you with your hood up and I jumped at a chance to find the person responsible. Not many people walk around with hoods up looking down around there.”

“I was using it so I could see my phone properly.”

“So it had nothing to do with your eyes?” He countered.

You looked up and he looked at you, you heard the increase in his heart rate, he was getting nervous.

“That was the reflection of the fire and the street lamp. Maybe lay off the TV, someone will think you’re mad. Now, can I go?” You asked again

“Yes you can go, but I’m going to keep you on report for another week.”

You reached the door and he called out your name making you stop.

“Please send the twins in, I know they’ve been lurking.”

You nodded and left sending the two twins in and stood by the door with your head down as you listened to everything that was being said.

You heard Jordan raising his voice a little.

“Stop it…” you muttered under your breath.

His voice quietened down, and you looked around before going back to staring at the floor as you waited for them.

Once they were out Ryan placed his hand on your back and pushed you out of the reception door.

“What did he see?” Ryan hissed.

“(Y/N)!” Jordan warned.

You sighed.

“He saw my eyes, that’s all. I told him it was just the reflection of the fire and the streetlights that’s it.” You whispered.

“Are you insane?! What if he starts asking around?!” Ryan whispered back.

You looked behind them at the headteacher who was standing there with his arms crossed as he looked at the three of you.

Then you turned your attention back to the twins.

“He won’t. You two leave him alone I swear to god we can’t draw any attention.”

“You already have!” Jordan yelled out.

A few students stopped before they carried on walking out.

Pointing a finger at Jordan you made him take a few steps backwards.

“Until we know IF he is a threat to us you will leave him be Jordan. Right now he’s not our concern.”

“They’re right.” Ryan sighed.

Jordan growled and turned his head, glaring at Mr Evershed before turning back to you.

“One wrong move (Y/N).”

“Fine.”

You stormed away and they shared a look before following you, making sure to cast one more glance back at Mr Evershed before this they left with you.

Mr Evershed frowned to himself as he turned to Loraine and pointed to where you there were just stood.

“What do you know about them?”

She shrugged and looked up.

“About as much as anyone else really, keep to themselves, absolutely bloody terrifying trio. Something about their parents passing away and the whole town think it was them, that’s it.” She replied.

“They did it?” He asked.

“No one knows for sure but pretty much the whole town blame them. Who can blame them, those boys are unpredictable and then the younger one? Absolutely stone cold hearted, there’s a whole news thread about it online.”

He made his way to his office and sat down, all he had to do was put your last name in and it popped up right away.

(L/N) family murder.

He clicked on it and began to read through what he could find. About your parents, about who you three were only just little kids when it happened, the whole town put it in you.

He kept reading and it was all the same. No leads. No evidence. Three children are the main suspects

#Ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #Ackley bridge imagine #mr evershed #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed x you #mr Evershed imagine #Mr Evershed x reader make it home

[sandwichcipher]

It's Joever

finally decided to get rid of twitter LMFAO

like, they suspended two of my accounts, one for "platform manipulation" which made no sense, all i did was just engage with "meme twitter" most of the time. it was also prior to HIM buying twitter, so it's good I got a reason.

the second account was for NO reason, still haven't gotten an email why, if i had to guess, i was liking tweets a lot and they thought I was a fucking BOT, and haven't gotten anything back. he fucked up the support system HEAVY. today, this account I was using for the time being got suspended... BUT this time i GOT a reason. they gave me four reasons, 3 of them not making ANY SENSE.

"sending multiple unsolicited replies or mentions" - this is the dumbest one because i rarely even responded to tweets ever since my second account got suspended?

"posting multiple unrelated updates to a trending or popular topic". not true as well, if anything, i did post twice to twenty one pilots' clancy but that's about it. I RARELY ever tweeted on this account.

"aggressive and random repost and/or liking posts from other account" - makes sense. i was liking a shit ton of tweets which was the reason why i initially suspended in the first place on my first account before it getting suspended again.

and here's the funniest one of them ALL.

4. "misuse of x product features"

"Follow chum: Following and then unfollowing large numbers of accounts in an effort to inflate one's own follower count"

Lying ass??? I didn't do that shit at ALL??? Yeah, I followed a ton of people but that was in order to get my news shit back to how it was before my other account suspended. Faking shit for what?

"Indiscriminate following: Following and/or unfollowing a large number of unrelated accounts in a short time period, particularly by automated means"

Ah yes, by automated means, you mean the feature that YOU, the man I shall not mention, added right? Most of these stuff were related, it was all to media. I had FNaF, Twenty One Pilots, and Hip Hop Twitter, the interests that I wanted to keep up with.

"And, duplicating another account's followers; particularly using automation."

What the FUCK does this mean? Just making shit up for WHAT?

Oh well, it was a good run of being on Twitter before shit went downhill. I use Instagram anyway, so I guess I'll just reside there... hell, I'll definitely start using tumblr now. Just gotta find the right accounts to follow and peak my interest.

#Rambling about a fuck ass social media platform #Goofy

[womanofwords]

The Poisoned Prodigy (Chapter 6)

Olympus Medical Centre had a lot going on. When I arrived there, I got into a long line of people waiting to be seen by the front desk. "You're a little young to be here," a middle-aged woman said.

"I'm visiting my friend," I said. "Am I not in the right queue?"

"No," she said, suddenly looking at the floor. "You're in the right place."

"Good." I looked at the line of people that were in front of me. "Wonderful."

:-)

Patton's room was full of flowers and cards. Not like he could read them, anyway. He was still on life support, thanks to Ernest.

Possibly Ernest.

This was proving to be more difficult to solve than I thought. I figured that when Patton named him just before he passed out, he'd basically solved his own murder. Knowing what I know now about the rivalry between him and Patton, it made sense. Scores of people would be able to talk about times when Ernest had insulted Patton in public; even the headmaster had seen it. And his own parents.

After further thought, maybe Patton wasn't the intended target. Perhaps the true poisoner was someone that hated Ernest so much that they would do anything to get rid of him, including poisoning Patton to frame him for it. Sally said herself that if she had to write down everyone that actually liked Ernest could fit onto a sticky note that was cut in half.

"Patton, everyone misses you so much," I said. I read somewhere that coma patients could still hear what was going on around them, so I did my best to talk without crying. "I hope that we can go skateboarding together once you're awake again. Also, Ernest DuBois got arrested for poisoning you. His mugshot's everywhere now."

The only response I got was the beeping of medical machines. Patton's eyes were closed, but his chest was still rising and falling. That was good. He'd live to see his real poisoner get arrested.

And as his best friend, I had to find out who that was.

:-)

Afterwards, I messaged Sally again regarding Ernest's reputation.

Did Ernest just hate Patton or did he do that stuff to other people?

There were other times, too. Rumour has it the reason he hadn't been suspended before that is because his parents pay for a lot of stuff the school has and they can't afford to lose that funding.

If Ernest is such a terrible student, how is he always being nominated for the scientific awards?

I have no idea.

"Vincent, how was Patton in the hospital? Did he wake up yet?" Umma asked me.

"No, Umma. He's still in a coma," I said.

"I hope Patton doesn't die," James said. "He's the only cool thing about Vincent."

"What?" I spluttered.

"James, be nice to your brother," Appa said.

"I'm just saying. I mean, we all see it. Patton's incredible and Vincent's the most average teenage boy in the world," James said.

Ouch. Painfully true, but ouch.

"James! Apologise to your brother!" Umma yelled.

"His best friend is dying and you're insulting him!" Appa said. "Damn rude. Your brother is hurting."

"Fine. Sorry, Vincent," James said, as insincere as ever.

"Sure, James," I said, going up to our room. I took my helmet off from where I kept it and held it. It was weird, but it was what Patton gave me for my birthday.

"Green suits you, Vincent!" he said, giggling as he put it onto my head.

I never had a favourite colour before Patton arrived into my life. I always thought that favourite colours were stupid.

But now it was green.

If you want to read the other chapters, see Masterlist.

P.S. Hi @emilynotfound! Heard you'd be following this series along. How are you finding things?

#creative writing #my writing #writing inspiration #writers on tumblr #writers #writing #writeblr #writerscommunity #the poisoned prodigy #murder mystery

[solo-ojo-jojo]

Ch 2: Chenford Fanfic: 𝘐 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶

The Rookie Fanfiction | Chenford | Chapter 2 of 4 | 6.3K | Rated T | Alternate Universe | Meet Cute | Neighbor AU | First Date

Story summary: A series of meet-cutes that keep bringing Lucy and Tim together in an alternate universe.

Chapter summary:

“What–What are you doing here?”

“I just moved in. Building six.”

“Building five,” she replied, giving a tilt of her head toward her own apartment.

“What are the odds?” he asked her, a look of wonderment on his face.

“I don’t know,” she smiled, shaking her head. “But I’m not going to argue with it.”

𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋

Lucy and Tim meet again and go on a date.

Read an excerpt below the gif, or read chapter 2 on AO3!

Lucy was unloading groceries from her car when she heard a familiar voice.

“Lucy?”

She stilled as she tried to place the voice, then looked up to find the face of the man she had been daydreaming about for the past two weeks.

“Tim?” Lucy tilted her head as she looked at him, not believing her eyes. He was just two parking spaces away, keys still in his hand, and a messenger bag slung across his shoulder. “I almost didn’t recognize you without your suspenders and axe.” 

He laughed. That deep, soulful laugh that she had heard several times on the night they met.

“What–What are you doing here?”

“I just moved in. Building six.”

“Building five,” she replied, giving a tilt of her head toward her own apartment.

“What are the odds?” he asked her, a look of wonderment on his face.

“I don’t know,” she smiled, shaking her head. “But I’m not going to argue with it.”

“You’re the expert. So I’m inclined to agree,” he said, flashing his charming smile at her once more.

The way he looked at her told her that he not only remembered, but understood, what her job was about. Most people forgot her “boring” job. It was just one more reason she thought that Tim was different from most people she met.

Lucy shifted her weight to balance the grocery bags in her arms. 

“Can I carry one of those for you?” Tim asked.

“Oh. Um, yeah. Of course,” she said, her hands brushing against his as she settled a bag into his arms. She was used to doing it herself, but she wasn’t about to turn down his offer. “Most of the time, I’m too stubborn to make more than one trip. A remnant, I guess, from when I lived on the third floor with no elevator.”

“Ah, yes. I know exactly what you mean. Although when I lived a few floors up, I usually bought fewer groceries at a time. On the one hand, it was my budget. On the other, it was because I had to stash the stuff I really liked outside of the common area. Or else it might go ‘missing.’”

“No!” Lucy laughed, turning her key in the lock. “Wesley and Darrin?” She hit the light switch and continued toward the small kitchen.

“No, they were pretty good roommates. It was Trevor. Our other roommate. When he wasn’t crashing at his girlfriend’s place, that is.” He followed her into the apartment that was a mirror image of his own and set the bag of groceries down beside the others. “He never admitted to it, but he could not have been more obvious.”

Tim started unbagging the groceries, setting them on the counter as Lucy zig-zagged between the kitchen and pantry, putting the items in the correct places while they talked about their bad roommate experiences. 

Lucy finished putting away the box of penne Tim had handed her and leaned her elbows on the counter behind her, taking him in. He was folding her reusable grocery bags—well, folding and refolding one in particular that was supposed to fold into a pocket on the bag itself.

“Are you all moved in?”

“Not quite. All the big stuff is in place. But I’ve still got a lot of boxes to unpack. I thought I had gotten rid of enough things before the move, but there’s nothing like going from a house to an apartment to make you realize you need to downsize.”

She reached for the bag he was trying to fold. “Here, let me,” she said. “This one folds in on itself and it’s kinda tricky until you get the hang of it.” She took the bag and smoothed it out on the counter before beginning to fold it. “Why are you downsizing? I mean, if you don’t mind my asking.” 

“I don’t mind,” he said quietly. He wasn’t the type to share details about his personal life, and especially with someone he barely knew. But he wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her anything she wanted to know, and not just so he could keep their conversation going. “I was, uh, divorced recently.”

Lucy turned her attention away from the bag for just a moment. Her eyes recognized the look on Tim’s face as one of someone recalling a painful experience, but she remained silent and kept folding the bag as she listened.

“I couldn’t justify staying there. Too much space for just me. But I think a fresh start might be just what I needed. Help put distance between then and now… After everything was finalized, the house sold almost as soon as it went on the market, and here I am.”

“And here you are.” Lucy gave him a small smile. 

“Looks like a nice complex. And at least I know there’s one friendly face nearby.”

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Gif credits: Top & middle gifs by @tim-lucy. Original posts here and here Bottom gif by @whitefluffyyeti. Original post here

#chenford fanfic #chenford #chenfordbingo21 #lucy x tim #tim x lucy #lucy chen #tim bradford #the rookie #read on ao3 #alternate universe #alternate meeting #neighbor AU #first date #by SoloOjoJojo

[anti-ao3]

my experience with ao3

i joined it around 2015 mainly because of an otgw author i followed on tumblr, and since they were very active on ao3 i thought to myself, "why not?". otherwise it took me a whole year to actually post something there. since then i got quite a following for my undertale fics, and later other fandoms such as steven universe.

my fics are, in general, pretty well liked, sometimes even gaining hundreds of kudos. one even got 1k the other day. most nice comments i get are from ao3 users. even then, i never actually interact with them. i rarely reply to comments, nor do i comment myself; i mainly just bookmark the fics i like. i gradually got more wary of the users since the more i tried to consume fics there, the more messed up shit i would find. for instance, a lot of the ppl who read my ut fics were into fontcest and child/adult content, and it was the same thing for the other fandoms i wrote for.

maybe because of my general avoidance, i never had a traumatizing experience on ao3, like many have unfortunately gone through. i have gotten rude comments every now and then, but i was never caught up in grooming or something as such. even still, looking for fics used to be much worse because i wasn't aware of any filtering extensions, nor did ao3 have the "exclude" feature back then, so the great majority of fics i would find was basically pedo/incest/abuse/racist porn. when they did add the "exclude" feature a couple years ago, it became a little less disheartening - while it was still a pain having to exclude 10-20 tags just to get something normal -, but in general i never quite used ao3 to read many fics, only very niche concepts i'm personally fond of. i also always check if the author reads and/or writes any insidious content, so i'm very selective of what i read and who i follow.

the thing that made me create this account, though, was when i wrote a fma 03 fic last year and i included a tag that said "elricests and royeds have no rights and should rot". someone reported me to ao3 and they accused me of harassment, and hid my work until i got rid of the tag. i refused and posted a very heated rant against ao3, which finally got me suspended for months. in the meantime, ao3 began actively deleting works that included any tags that included "x shippers do not interact" or similar. basically, their excuse was "you have to let ppl ship whatever they want. yes, even if it's incest and pedophilia".

at first, when i was angry, i thought of deleting all my works, but after a while, i realized i didn't want to. the reason my account is still up is mainly sentimental. i've been on ao3 for 7 years now, and i did find some good fics and good ppl in there. my fics are very personal to me, so all the positive (and earned) feedback i got means very much to me. i have many fics there, some still ongoing, so i haven't had the courage to delete my account. i guess it's mainly because i never went through something traumatic there, so it's probably easy for me to have these feelings.

i've always been on a little corner on ao3, really. it means a lot to me when ppl find it and decide to stick in. but of course, ao3 has deeply disappointed me in a lot of ways. i'm only still using the site with a grain of salt. sometimes i wish i could let go, but it's really hard for me to do it. maybe one day i will, but for now, i just really wish i could have a safe space where people can enjoy platonic/familial content without any concern.

ao3 is a huge platform nowadays, and a lot of writers i follow and respect use it. i know taking it down is not easy, so i really wish there was a way for us to pressure ao3 to have better moderation - and actually ADD a blocking/muting feature.

i will always stand on the side of minorities, and i hope one day we get justice for all the harmful things ao3 and its users have done to us.

#lotus.txt #anti ao3 #long post