#please validate me I lowkey hate this story but ONLY because writing it killed

[runaway-horses]

The Ache Is In Your Soul, Not Your Limbs

Word Count: 2,754

A/N: I wrote this instead of a lab report, and I wrote the last 1,000 ish words in the last two hours while drinking black coffee and watching Netflix. I hope y’all enjoy this! I’m not sure how I feel about it.

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, angst, injury, mentions of wounds, passing out, pain, I think it’s OOC? But eh. Hurt/comfort. The sides have wings. Please let me know if I need to add/remove anything!

Tags: @a-cure-for-sentience, @pippippippin, (If I missed someone who asked to be tagged in future works of mine I’m sorry, I can’t remember who was on which taglist x.x)

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Deceit sunk out, dropping the maniacal chuckle as soon as he could. His first time revealing himself to Thomas. It could’ve gone worse, he supposed, but it could have gone better. Of course impersonating Morality was the most difficult course of action; he believed in rigid laws of right and wrong and left no room for the grey area that Deceit usually operated in.

He stood in front of his mirror and studied his reflection.

He didn’t at all mind his physical appearance, but it was novel to be able to look at it. Keeping himself hidden from Thomas meant he existed as a Side without form, not much more than a conscious entity, lacking a physical presence. Or, as physical as one could be as a figment of someone’s personality. He supposed he would have to get used to this new body now.

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Weeks later, Deceit sunk down into his room, immediately shrugging his cape off and tugging at his shirt. He needed it off, he needed it off, he needed it off-

The article of clothing fell to the floor, allowing the large feathered appendages folded against his back to release. They ached deeply, the muscles spasming from being folded roughly inside his clothes for so long.

Where the wings had come from, Deceit had no inkling of an idea. They had appeared in their fully feathered glory the day after he first revealed himself to Thomas. Deceit sighed and stretched them out as far as he could, trying to ease the ache. He hadn’t signed up for wings when he revealed himself to Thomas. Another unsettling part of him, he supposed.

First the scales, now this.

Deceit had no idea how to take care of wings, but there must be long-term repercussions for repeatedly folding them unnaturally. Did they need to be cleaned? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to think about it. Instead, he sat down on his bed and let his wings splay out around him. They still hurt, but not as much as they had. He pulled out his notebook and, keeping one ear tuned in case Thomas encountered a difficult situation, started to write.

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Deceit sunk out, his ears ringing.

They weren’t listening to him, Thomas, Patton, Logan, Virgil, no one wanted to hear what he had to say. He was used to it, it was fine, but he had never stayed out with them for so long and his wings were on fire.

He wrestled with his shirt, remembering belatedly that he could just snap it off.

His wings fell out of their position, and the sudden movement had him choking back a cry of agony.

He barely had time to stumble to his bed before the world faded to black.

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Roman glided to the ground, using his wings to make a graceful landing. Things had been...less than stellar in the days after the video, but he found that a good flight was always good for creativity. The wind ruffling his feathers, the warmth in his face and back, the feeling of weightlessness as he soared high above everything in the Imagination - yeah. It was good.

The calm of the Imagination was shattered quickly, however, by Patton flying in, cardigan fluttering behind him like a cape (perhaps they could do a video with superhero personas? He’d have to write that down.)

“Something’s wrong.” Patton blurted as soon as he was in hearing distance.

“What?” Roman asked, his mind still working on the superhero idea. (He wanted a cape, ok?)

“Something’s wrong, I can feel it, I was in the kitchen baking some cookies when I felt something...flicker out. And I can’t figure out what it was! I already checked on Logan and Virgil,  they’re fine, so I thought it might have been you -even though it didn’t feel like you- but you’re fine! And I don’t know what’s wrong!” Patton was breathing hard, his face red, and whether it was from the running or the intense emotions -both, in all likelihood-  Roman couldn’t tell.

“Easy Padre, take a deep breath.” Roman reached out with his arms to pull Patton into a hug, wrapping his wings around him too. “Whatever it is, we can’t figure it out if you’re passed out. There you go, nice big breaths.”

Patton’s breathing settled to something more regular, and Roman pulled away, though he left his wings loosely surrounding him.

“Now, tell me exactly what happened.”

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Patton didn’t know exactly what he was expecting Deceit’s room to look like (the Slytherin common room perhaps?), but this wasn’t it.

It looked...normal.

Well, normal except for the unconscious Side lying (ha!) draped over his bed.

Deceit...had wings. Big ones. Black with yellow feathers neatly outlining the edges. They were magnificent.

They were also in awful shape. The feathers were sticking out in every which direction, some twisted around each other, others bent under in what had to be awfully painful. There were raw, bald spots on the tops of the wing joints, right where a shirt would hit. Patton winced in sympathy.

He stepped past the pile of clothes on the floor and approached the bed. Deceit’s wings were twitching slightly and little spasms were visible. Whatever the deceitful Side had been doing, he had taken awful care of his wings. Patton gently ran his fingers through the downy feathers on the underside of a wing and made a face at how dirty they were.

With a sigh, Patton placed his hands on Deceit and sunk them out to the Commons. He’d need his whole family to help him sort out this mess.

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Roman shrieked when Patton appeared on the floor of the living room, Deceit with him.

Patton was in Dad-Mode however, and did nothing more than wave Roman over.  

“Go get Logan and Virgil, and grab some towels while you’re at it. His wings need to be groomed.”

Roman had so many questions -Deceit had wings? Since when?- but he knew better than to try to slow Pat down while he was in Dad-Mode. Instead he nodded once and quickly headed out to fetch the things that Patton asked him for.

Logan and Virgil had sunk down to Patton, no questions asked, and when Roman made it back to the three of  them with a stack of towels, they were already spreading Deceit’s wings out. They were huge, easily spanning the distance between the couch and the wall, and -Roman admitted begrudgingly- they were beautiful. Or they would be once they were cleaned up.

“Oh good Roman, you’re here. Lay those out under his wings, I think it’s safe to say that he’s going to lose a fair amount of feathers.” Roman helped Patton spread them out, and then he settled himself next to Logan to start the tedious process of setting the feathers straight.

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Deceit was pulled out of the pleasant darkness that he had sunk into by being jostled roughly, sharp points of pain awakening him fully. He twisted away with a screech -there were hands, hands on his wings, pulling at them, and he needed them off- but the hands didn’t relent, instead tightening their grip. He tried to pull his wings -his aching, sensitive, vulnerable, wings- away from them, but they wouldn’t cooperate. He only succeed in making them spasm again, and he took a deep breath against the pain.

Finally, his senses cleared enough that he could hear the voices murmuring to him.

“Shh, Deceit, stop moving. It’s ok, it’s just us. It’ll be ok.”

Patton. The voice was Patton’s, but it had the opposite effect of soothing. He just pulled harder, wondering why they had invaded his room, his private space. Hands were still tangled in the feathers of his wings, and he finally stopped pulling when he realized that they weren’t letting him go.

“Please,” He whispered, feeling awfully exposed. Hadn’t he suffered enough?

“Deceit, we’re not here to hurt you. We’re trying to help.”

If only that were true. Deceit was so very tired of being alone, of being ignored. His wings hurt, and so did his heart, and he just wanted it to stop.

“Ok,” He whispered, dropping his head onto the carpet. He didn’t believe them -why should he?- but he didn’t have the energy to sink out. They could do whatever they wanted as long as he could sleep through it.

“Oh, ok, good. Just relax, Deceit, it’s...it’s going to be ok.” Patton’s tone was surprised with a hint of something else, uncertainty? Fear? Distrust? Deceit shifted slightly and braced himself.

“Alright so, your wings are in quite the shape. We’re going to see if we can straighten out your feathers, and then we’ll go from there.”

That didn’t make sense.

“What? I don’t understand, aren’t you guys...I don’t know. Going to hurt me? How do you know how to groom wings? Aren’t you freaked out by them?”

The living room was silent (because that’s where he was, not his room as he had thought), until it was broken by Roman’s voice.

“Deceit, I know we have had our...differences in the past-” An understatement- “But we wouldn’t ever harm you.” Roman’s voice was hurt? As if this day wasn’t weird enough.

“And as for your wings, well. We all have them. So our knowledge is of a rather personal manner.” That was Logan, and his voice was calm, calculated as always.

Wait- what?

‘What?” God, maybe Deceit hit his head when he fell. Although he wasn’t quite sure his brain could come up with something as ridiculous as this. Wings? They all have them? “I’ve never seen them before.”

“Well I suppose that makes sense, we keep them invisible while with Thomas. We only have them out when we’re here, in his mind. You avoid the Common area, to the best of my knowledge.” Logan paused for a moment. 

That was true. Deceit stayed to his room as a rule. Deceit let out another sigh, this one relieved, because at the very least he now knew that the others knew what they were doing concerning wings.

“Deceit, we’re going to start straightening out your feathers now. It’ll probably hurt, and I’m sorry about that, but it’s got to be done.” He nodded and resisted the urge to jerk away when his wings were spread out again. Slowly, the Light Sides started the long process of fixing his wings. Each feather was its own point of pain, and it felt like individual needles as they straightened each one that was out of place, many of them falling out as they went.

He didn’t notice he was crying, silent tears slipping out of his eyes, until the carpet had a slight damp spot pressing into the side of his face. Someone -Virgil, perhaps?- reached for a twisted primary to try to straighten it out. It hurt so much more than the others, and Deceit yanked his wing away on instinct, accidentally hitting the two sides on his left with it when he did so.

“I totally meant to do that.” The lie slipped out without him thinking about it, and he winced. “Sorry,” He added softly, trying to fold his wings up and roll away from the four sides. Patton placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and stopped him.

“Hold up there, easy. Don’t go anywhere. We can take a break, but your wings are only going to get worse if we leave them like this.”

Deceit sat up so he could look the others in their eyes. He shifted uncomfortably when he remembered that he was shirtless and tried to subtly wrap his arms around himself.

“Oh,” Patton whispered softly, leaning forward to gently wipe at Deceit’s cheeks, where the evidence of tears was fresh. “You could’ve asked us to stop Deceit, we told you it would hurt but you weren’t supposed to be suffering.” Deceit shook his head and dropped his gaze. He felt weird, emotional and tired, not at all like his usual snarky self. Patton looked past him and said, “Logan? Will you go get us some first aid supplies? We need to wrap those raw spots.”

“I’ll go with him,” Virgil mumbled. Deceit heard them depart, eyes still trained on the floor, and Patton addressed Roman next, asking him to go make them some tea. Deceit was about to ask why they didn’t just summon those things, but he bit his tongue. Patton sat down in front of him, criss-cross-applesauce, and smiled gently at him.

“I’m sorry, Deceit. We didn’t do this right, at all.”

Deceit shrugged. “Why’d you come looking for me?”

“I knew something was wrong, I could feel it. Something flickered out in the Mindscape, and when I realized it was you I was worried that you had been hurt, or ducked out.”

Deceit decided against saying what he was thinking, Wouldn’t you all be thrilled if I left?

“Deceit...how long have you had wings?’

A pause.

“Since I first revealed myself to Thomas.”

Patton gasped softly, and made a strange motion with his hands, like he wanted to hug him, but thought better of it.

An awkward silence settled between them, but Patton broke it again.

“Do you want to see my wings?”

Deceit lifted his head at that, shock written all over his features. As he watched, Patton’s wings manifested in the static space behind his back. They were adorable, and matched Patton perfectly. They were much smaller than Deceit’s, and Patton’s feathers were light blue with green splashes on them, like someone had splattered paint on them. Patton stretched his wings all the way out.

“Would you like to touch them?”

Deceit’s hand was already halfway towards them, and he paused to confirm with Patton that yes, he could. Patton’s feathers were soft, not sticky like Deceit’s. He was still marveling over them when the other Sides returned, Roman balancing five mugs of tea and Logan carrying a small First-Aid kit. They all settled down on the living room floor with Patton and Deceit, all giving him warning looks as he carded his fingers through the downy feathers of the underside of Patton’s wing.

Deceit pulled his hand away like he had been burned and dropped his gaze again. If he had been looking up, he would have seen the glare that Patton was giving the others.

“Deceit, will you be ok with Logan bandaging your wings? The tops of them are rubbed raw and I want to make sure those don’t get infected and give the feathers there a chance to come back in.”

Deceit lifted one shoulder in acknowledgement and slowly stretched a wing towards Logan, ignoring the ache in the muscles from doing so. Logan’s hands were cold when they made contact with the tops of his wings, but his hands were gentle as he maneuvered it how he wanted it.

“Ok, I’m going to clean these, put some Neosporin on them, and bandage them. I apologise for any discomfort this may cause.”

The sting of whatever Logan was using to clean the wounds burned like a bitch, and Deceit white knuckled the fabric of his pants through the whole thing. The cream was cool, at least, and the bandage was soft. He let out a soft gasp when the cotton ball touched his other wing and pressed his lips together tightly to keep any other sounds from escaping.

A warm hand gripped his, and he glanced up to see Roman looking at him. Roman offered him a smile that was tight around the edges, but still genuine. He held his gaze until Logan secured the edge of the bandage.

“There. Finished.” He heard Logan shuffling away, and he awkwardly pulled his wings in towards his body.

“Thanks, Logan.” Deceit offered, glancing over his shoulder. Logan gave him a curt nod, but his eyes were soft. Patton handed him his mug of tea with a smile.

“It’s late, and I’m sure you’re tired. Do you want to sleep down here Deceit? Logan or I can change your bandages tomorrow and we can finish grooming you.”

Deceit nodded, and pretended the lump in his throat was allergies, or the hot tea going down before it had a chance to cool down. And the sting in his eyes was from the residual pain, not because Patton looked at him with an honest and open expression. No, there were no emotions here, his insides were just warm from the tea, not because he had never felt this kind of familiarity. Roman’s hand was still warm on his, and the pain in his wings had faded to a background ache.

“Yes, Patton, thank you. That sounds...wonderful.”

Deceit couldn’t have lied even if he wanted to.

#love athena #athena rambles #sympathetic deceit #winged sides #hurt/comfort #platonic lamp #ts fic #please validate me I lowkey hate this story but ONLY because writing it killed #me #i have four ? other stories that im working on and I promise ill get them out soon

[ultimatetrashgoblin]

My thoughts on Immortal Heart Society

DISCLAIMER: These are my OPINIONS. I do not claim any of this as fact, you are allowed to disagree with me. (Spoilers for Cassius and Alanna season 1)

First impressions for this series could have been better. There are plenty of problems with this series so far that I will address, but for now, let’s focus on the positives.

The writing is beautiful. As an avid reader and writer, one of my biggest pet peeves is lazy and unimaginative writing. IHS had some incredibly written lines, and I was immediately hooked even if I hated the love interests.

(I don’t have many screenshots but here are a few I did take)

The plot is interesting. While the pacing is a bit off at times, I found the concept of a corrupt secret society intriguing, and the mysteries surrounding the father was enough to get me invested.

The Inner Circle is (mostly) likable. I’m a sucker for found family, and my favorite series on this app (EAA, QoT, GIL, etc.) will usually have plenty of group banter, and the Inner Circle is no exception. One of my favorite scenes in Alanna’s route was in Richard’s office when everyone realized Alanna and FMC were exes.

Kiran. No further explanation. Lovestruck let me date her please.

For the most part, IHS seems like a promising series. But of course, when you have plenty of amazing side characters who would make wonderful LIs, you decide to premiere your series with the arrogant asshole and the compulsive liar.

Cassius Tarkhan

I should probably begin by saying I’m usually not a fan of the “rude, snarky, arrogant” LIs and read Cassius’s route solely because I was excited for the new series. So please take what you’re about to read with a grain of salt, since I am probably extremely biased against him.

This is a direct quote from me reading Cassius’s first few episodes: “I want to punch this man in his stupid fucking face.” I said this out loud, which should give you an indication of what’s to come.

As far as first meetings go, Cassius was probably one of the worst. At first it was all “fun banter oh look at the chemistry” until he sees the invitation and becomes the most insufferable pricks I have ever seen. (I’m sorry, but was that supposed to be romantic?! If I were in FMC’s position, I would be terrified!)

Most of the season went by with Cassius being infuriating and not telling FMC anything, and me questioning if I was actually supposed to like the guy I was supposed to be romancing. The villain dude (I don’t care enough about him to try to remember his name) was boring and creepy. I also had a strong desire to punch him in the face, but I’ll settle for him turning to stone.

It wasn’t until the season finale that I actually started to like Cassius. He started to open up more to FMC, he showed vulnerability, and was generally more tolerable. Hopefully we’ll be able to see more of this Cassius in later seasons, because I believe that it might save his route and maybe I won’t want to punch him in the face as badly.

As for the ending, I’ve read the final episode multiple times and I’m still not exactly sure what happened in that final scene. Cassius tells FMC that he won’t let her meet with the Society on her own and then... is he about to kiss her? This is a genuine question I’m asking I honestly couldn’t tell. It seemed like he was going to but it was very unclear to me.

If I was going to rate this season as a whole, I’d give it a 3 out of 10. Hope to see better next season, because he does have the potential to be better, but that wasn’t shown until the end of the season.

Alanna McKenna

At first, I liked Alanna’s route. I was excited about have an LI who was an ex, she was attractive (except for that weird smirk expression what was that???), she was funny, and I’ve already talked about how much I love the writing.

Then the lying started. I’ve had the misfortune of dealing with my family, many of which are narcissistic pathological liars, so I consider myself pretty decent at figuring out patterns in their behavior. And Alanna fits them to a T.

Please note that I am in no way educated on this topic and do not have the authority to state anything as fact. I am making observations based on personal experience dealing with people like this, and I encourage you to view Alanna’s behavior for yourself and come up with your own conclusions.

My first red flag was the emotional manipulation. Near the beginning, this was in the form of flattery. If FMC started asking questions, Alanna would flirt with her, which would cause FMC to either become flustered or flirt back, both outcomes momentarily distracting her from the original topic.

To FMC’s credit, she does notice when Alanna starts deflecting (she mentions recognizing certain behaviors from when they were together), but she backs down. As someone who hates confrontation, I can understand FMC’s reasoning for this. I find trying to communicate certain issues with these people exhausting. It tends to feel like speaking to a broken record, and can become emotionally draining. However, this is the exact outcome that these people want. They hate being called out on their lies, and when pushed further (in my experience), they tend to result to guilt tripping.

The flirting I could ignore. When I first read it, I thought that was just her personality (which is partially true). But then FMC stood her ground more, and Alanna fell apart. She started crying, talking about how much pressure she was under, making up excuses (a prime example of this was her saying that she thought ghosting FMC would make it easier, which I’ll touch on later), and causing FMC to doubt her (valid) reasons for being angry with Alanna.

I feel like it’s also necessary to talk about Alanna interacting with the other society members. FMC was noticeably uncomfortable with how genuine Alanna seemed to be, and I understand the feeling of betrayal of thinking you know a person, only to see them act like a complete stranger at the drop of a hat. The mental turmoil of wondering which version of this person is the real them, and whether your entire relationship was all a lie.

That part was way longer than I expected, so let’s talk about the “villain”. I’m glad that Arabella isn’t the big bad even if she tried to kill FMC, because she seems like such a genuine person and I’m tired of season WOC be villainized in visual novels (I’m not naming names but you know what apps I’m talking about Choices). I hope that FMC and Alanna will be able to help her and her sister, and that Arabella will get a redemption arc in the future and maybe a route.

The cliffhanger was actually sort of unexpected. FMC finally called Alanna out on her bs (GOOD👏FOR👏HER👏) and tried to leave the Society. Lowkey kind of scared to see how they follow this up in season 2, because it seems like they’re ready to murder FMC.

If we ignore the LIs themselves, I did prefer Alanna’s route to Cassius’s. I feel like we got to see more of the other characters, and I thought the pacing was better. But I don’t like either of them. As I’ve said Cassius seems like he’s improving, but Alanna? Nope. I’m staying for the plot and Arabella, but I’m more than willing to drop her route if this pattern continues (especially if I decide it’s too triggering for me, my mental health is more important).

Rating: 2/10

Final thoughts

As I stated previously, while IHS’s initial premiere wasn’t the best, I believe this series has the potential to be good. My main issues are with the pacing, and above all, the LIs (which isn’t good for a visual novel story centered around romancing the LIs).

Overall rating: 3/10

This is my first time doing something like this so any feedback would be very appreciated. Feel free to offer any criticisms, and let me know if I should make a series out of this! (This did take me a while so if I decide to continue doing this it might not be posted until a day or two later)

#immortal heart society #this was way longer than I thought it would be #but I’m proud of it #blaire reviews

[jungle321jungle]

Book Rants: The Storm Runner by J.C. Cervantes

Book Rants: The Storm Runner by J.C. Cervantes

Page 304 out of 426.

That’s the page I’m on as I’m writing this because I lowkey can’t stand it anymore.

What I can’t stand is The Storm Runner, by J.C. Cervantes.

I’m not gonna touch on all the representation and all of that or anything. Simply because well, I need to rant. So, if you’re looking for a spoiler free review I’ll make it short for ya: Zane exists. He has a dog. He meets a girl. He’s told not to do the thing. He does the thing. Evil dude is released. Goes on a mission to put evil dude back with girl and uncle. And uh I haven’t finished the book so I can’t say more than that right now. Anyway to the rant!

Warning this rant will be a certified mess. I’m just writing whatever comes to mind.

The first thing which pissed me off about this book, is Zane himself. Like this kid- God. So Zane is your main character and he has a limp, and he’s a godborn, and he kinda likes the girl. And he’s trying to undo everything he did.

That’s legit all I can say about his character rn that’s not negative.

So Zane, Zane, Zane’s inner voice. The monologue of the story. Is just so bad. Here’s so examples of actual lines from this book from the most recent section I read.

"It was party city!"

"If only they knew I was godborn, too. And not just related to any god, but Hurakan, the creator and destroyer!"

Like cringe? I don’t know what else I can say besides the word cringe.

Like I have seen reviews where people says Zane’s voice is Percy-esque. And what annoys me is that’s true. But only a small percent of the time. It flips between lines I just read, to bland, to boring and then you get a full on sarcastic thing and it just seems badly timed and out of place for Zane. There’s one I just read but I’m not gonna torture myself with trying to find it.

Another thing which annoyed me about Zane is how forgettable he is? Like he’s the main character that shouldn’t be possible. But like when reading this there was about a three month gap in between me putting the book down and picking it back up a few days ago. And while reading a few days ago I could remember what had happened in the last chapter but I couldn’t remember Zane’s name.

So I text my friends as I read to vent. And I literally sent: “wow i read like four chapters and i didn't realize until now when it was mentioned that i forgot mcs name”

I shouldn’t be able to forget his name.

So another thing which annoys me about Zane are his decisions and how it moves the plot. But before we even touch the plot let me touch on the other characters.

First off Brooks.

She’s the mysterious girl who’s there to help, the living expert on Maya everything. And a girl so full of secrets and depression she belongs back in 2003.

Oh and she can turn into a hawk... until she can’t.

Next up we got Hondo.

Hondo is my fav of the three. He’s Zane’s uncle and he’s there for the wild ride just because. Like I’m sure there’s a logical reason? I think it was just cause they needed someone with a car? I can’t remember it was three months ago. Actually it could be longer, cause before that last time I had set the book down for a long time too. Anyway he has the best personality. And I would pay to see him be the main character instead.

So while my favorite of the three is Hondo, my favorite character is actually Ah-Puch. Mr. Evil Dude himself. He’s more interesting than the other three combined, and I just read when broke into the Twins’ lair and all that jazz and I got so happy. To be honest I much rather watch him destroy the world than anything else.

Of course my happiness was immediately undermined as it always is with this book, but I’ll say more about that in a sec.

So the plot... Oh the plot.

I will say the plot on the whole is brutally fine. The gist is that Zane is the prophecy kid (cause we’re in the realm of Riordan) and he's supposed to be the one to free Ah-Puch and he does, because he wants his dog brought back to life. I’m not gonna go into people and love for dogs and all, but I just think a smidge more thought could be put into things? Like theres another point where the seer old lady Ms. Cab tells Zane to stay home ‘cause his house is the only place with special protective wards. And like I didn't expect him to stay there, since the story needs to happen, but it seemed like he didn’t even try to make an effort to stay in the house? It was just like welp, there’s danger and murderous creatures, but nah I need to go talk to my mom.

Like just think a tiny bit more, just a little. Please.

When Ah-Puch shows up at the twins (I’m gonna keep mentioning this part cuz it's what I just read) he was super badass and him and Muwan was super cool. Watching the Twins shake in their boots was a bit satisfying especially because something unexpected was happening. But during that Ah-Puch goes on and on talking about how the Twins are liars and this and that, but like Zane believes every word. He doesn’t even doubt the validity for half a second. This man- this super evil man who wants to destroy everything. Like look Zane may be thirteen but there's gullible and then there's ridiculous.

(Semi off topic: during this scene Brooks just kinda vanishes. She says they need to run then kinda just sits there next to half dead Hondo watching until it's time to remind Zane to run again via telepathy- oh yeah she has telepathy)

Now switching gears to my previous comment about undermining my happiness. It seems like everything I enjoy is immediately shot in the face not much later.

When Zane is doing a coin toss with the Twins, he picks the death side of the coin and the way its written and the fact that the chapter ends with this. It sounds so profound- so powerful.

Then on the next page we learn it’s a mind game the the coin is weighted so he picked the wrong side. Yes, I understand that the Twins always win and whatever and this shows that. But it felt like such a quick switch in tone, in Zane it completely dashed all happiness I just had on the page before. Ah-Puch showing up during deadly basketball is the same thing. I loved reading him swooping in and the glass shattering violently over the crowd, and I thought it wa so cool how he had done that. The Twins thought they were untouchable but then here comes Mr. Evil Dude to destroy it all. It was perfect.

Then you learn he just followed the tracking device he put on Zane.

I will admit I had forgotten about the tattoo deal thing- given my few month break- but had I read this book consistently it wouldn’t have been a surprise whatsoever. It’s super expected. Also I thought it would show just how powerful Ah-Puch is. Even not at full strength,and freshly back in the world he tracked them down and was ready to give them a slow painful death.

LOL NOPE HE FOLLOWED THE LEASH HE PUT ON ZANE.

I hope you can just feel how much I am groaning and sighing right now.

So after that Jazz shows up to save the gang and you’re like cool cool good timing whatever. I’m glad he agreed to come, but then he admits he put cameras in their clothes insert more sighs. So this guy was just watching them agree to play deadly basketball and meet Mr. Evil Ah-Puch and did nothing until the dangerous people were gone? They could’ve used some help sooner Jazz. A lot sooner.

Well, I think I got the rant mostly out of my system purely because I haven’t read the last 100 or so pages, but if you’re probably wondering why I read this book if I can’t get through without getting annoyed.

Honestly I think the whole reasoning is the fact that my boss gave it to me. She was the one who told me about Riordan Presents and gave me the book as a gift. So I think I just feel sort of pushed to finish it (and read the next one she gave me)? Regardless of if that's the reason or not that I keep reading, for some reason I am still pulled into this book?

I am driven insane by it- and yet I still read it, and I might even read the sequel ‘cause I am trash. But I think this factor is what annoys me the most overall.

I want to like this book and I want to hate it. But I can’t do either. It's the definition of a love hate relationship. And I don't think I’ll ever get out of it.

Idk if I’ll post something about the end of the book yet, it depends on how much I want to pull my hair out

Someone please kill me before I finish this thing

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[fefairys]

What’s your opinion on each of the alpha+beta trolls, or your opinion on each of the alpha+beta kids?

EACH oh my god... oh my god bless you....

HERE WE MCFUCKING GO!

BETA TROLLSAradia - WIFE I LOVE HER I WOULD DIE FOR HERTavros - he used to be my favorite when i thought i was straight lmfao. now i think hes an asshole if im being honestSollux - love him. such an asshole but a lovable one. he has so many lines that make me laughKarkat - thats my BOY my CRAB SON Nepeta - she was my favorite from the start because cats. i fucking love cats my dude holy fuck. Kanaya - beautiful. i love her. useless lesbian but so fucking valid. she’s part of the sexiest scene in homestuck so...Terezi - OH ANOTHER WIFE?? ?? She’s my phone lockscreen rn. god i would fucking die for terezi in a heartbeatVriska - oh, me? a bitch. i used to actually fucking hate her a lot lmao but now. oh. you know. actually not gonna lie i still hate her but like also love her? idk lmao. she’s awful lmaoEquius - mmmmmsweat. ok but for real i do not much care for the fellow! i appreciate his love for horses but hes an asshole creepo! i dont hate him thoGamzee - i would sell him to satan for one cornchipEridan - hate him. would kill if i had the chance. ok but he’s written VERY well and his story is very interesting and i’ve written paragraphs about this before so yeah.Feferi - OH, ME?? yeah that’s um. that’s me. 

ALPHA TROLLSDamara - i love her. she a straight up bitch but that’s why i love her tbh.Rufioh - fuck that guy. only likable characteristic is that he’s based on rufio from hook. Mituna - yuckie. HATE how the fandom treated him as a poor innocent babbu uwu he just need to be wuved uwu hes my babbuuuuuu  lmao he nastyKankri - ive been sitting here for two minutes trying to think of the correct words to describe my hatred for this man but i just don’t know how. just... someone make him shut up, pleaseMeulin - love her! i think youll notice a trend in my opinions and its “i love every single girl in homestuck” anyways. yeah! i feel bad for her tho she should drop kurloz’s ass lmao. but i think the fact that they both sign is v coolPorrim - OH. HOHOHOOOOHOHOH. ... .. OH HER.. . .. OH. I LOV HER. ok but for real people need to like reread her fuckin dialogue when they try the whole “ummm actually the boys are oppressed on alternia” shit cause actually they fuckin aint!!! i could explain but that is not what this post is for uwu and porrim literally explains it already. porrim is perfect and i love her.Latula - a mood, honestly. i feel like i used to BE her like the whole IM A GAME GIRL YEAH THATS RIGHT IM A GIRL AND I GAME! WATCH OUT, BOYS!!! and on the inside i was suffering with crippling anxiety :) Aranea - again, a bitch but i love her. thats sort of the Serket thing. lovable bitch. like she literally fucked EVERYTHING up but shes a cute alien girl so.... :/Horrus or is it Horuss i literally never know - big sweat. im honestly not quite sure about him... he’s not as bad as equius but he still gives off yuck vibes, yaknow? i lowkey feel bad for him when hes all like ‘i just realized i was in love!’ and rufioh is like ‘uhhhhhhhhhh we should see other people’ and he didnt even FUCING hear cause his EARS WERE TOO SWEATYKurloz -  i don’t trust like thatCronus - dieMeenah - love her! i love how her character was uhhhhhhh im trying to think of a word i cant think of it so ill just say developed instead. i love how her character was developed with the whole (vriska) thing like oh shes more than just Punk Fish Bitch like she’s actually like a whole person. neat.

BETA KIDSJohn - oh, John Home Stuck? yeah i know him. he’s pretty fun. pretty neat. pretty cool. a good boy.Rose - a lesbian icon i would die for her in a second. only thing i dont like abt her is she’s incredibly hard for me to write cause i have like NO fucking vocabulary and shes just droppin these fuckin crazy ass smarty pants words all over the place!!! shes fuckin so pretentious and i love her so much.Dave - a friend and boy. love that guy. one of the most developed characters mayhaps?? very good.Jade - I FUCKING LOVE JADE HARLEY. I WOULD FUCKING DO ANYTHING FOR JADE HARLEY. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. and listen it’s not just cause ima  furry and she is too she’s just the best fucking girl okay? ? ? ok.

ALPHA KIDSJane - underappreciated! i love her very very much! she had to put up with so much shit from those nasty boys she’s so tough and i love her so much. she has done nothing wrong ever in her life.Roxy - BEST GORL!!!!! im so proud of her... she could literally do anything shes such a fuckin badass and id die for her. i hope she comes to my home and punches me in the face.Dirk - hm. he sure is In Homestuck isn’t he? haha :) Jake - a good boy. very mistreated he deserved better! he went through so much FUCKING SHIT! god ! 

the dirk thing was a joke i actually like him a lot and all his character development is fuckin wild like he grows so fuckin much throughout the comic it’s so great. 

#god. if anyone has more specific questions DO NOT HESITATE TO ASK!!!! #i fucking love homestuck #homestuck #Anonymous