#this is an invitation to my home called my dms <3

[sturniolosass]

I..want you - C.S

In which Chris tries to handle a relationship that he’s no where near ready for, and you can’t have your emotions be toyed with…

warnings: swearing, feeling neglected, uncertainty, hurt feelings, talking stage chris.

ANGST, FAT ANGST!

Chris and I have been in this "talking" stage for around 3 months but the thing is stuff has been getting really serious and its gotten to the point where we've become so attached to one another that we see each other each day and sleep in each others beds, at one point we both spoke on marriage.. not like seriously about it but what we’d like to gain from it..if you get what i mean.

But this pass week somethings been off, I've texted, I've called, I've messaged him through DMs for christ's sake.. No reply..

So today I've been contemplating heading over to the boy's place and seeing what's been going on.. maybe he's sick, maybe he's down in a rut about something... I'm not sure but I need to see what's going on maybe I'll stop by and even find out they're out of internet or something.. I couldn't imagine the reason Chris would ghost me for 3 whole days.. He doesn't even seem like the type of guy to go talking to a bunch of girls, I couldn't imagine him being unfaithful to me, even though we're barely a couple to begin with.. regardless heading over there wouldn't hurt that bad... at least I hope not..

Getting dressed I head out the door sending chris one last message before I head out to his home.

Hey, I'm headed over, i know I wasn't invited so if you don't want me over or something just let me know...

I wait 10 minutes, No response

I grab my keys and head out the door.

Arriving I hop out the car to knock on the door, I'm greeted with Matt. "Yo! what's up, Chris should still be sleep but he's in the basement if you wanna wake em" he greets. "hey, yeah I've been looking for him" I speak. He let's me in walking up the steps to the living room.. I immediately head to the back of the house towards Chris' room, walking down the steps and then the hallway leading up to his door. I hesitate, thinking of all the things that could possibly go wrong when I turn this door knob.. twisting the door knob I'm met with a pitch black room.. a sleeping Chris laying flat on his stomach with one knee bent up north.

I just sit at the edge of the bed contemplating whether or not I should wake him and risk being greeted with his morning anguish.. Being the pussy I am, I just kick off my shoes and lay with him, picking his arm up off the bed and snuggling under it cozily.. He moves mumbling under his breathe inaudible words... I soon fall asleep right next to him..

Chris' POV

I wake up unexpectedly cuddled into y/n confused as to how she amazingly got into my room yet alone my house... Things like this genuinely annoy me, I've started to distance myself for some time now because of how serious we were getting, it began to really freak me out.. from the goodmorning messages to the worrying about my sleep schedule... things started feeling all too real. Don't get me wrong I really, really like y/n but us doing all these lovey-dovey things really scares me... aggravated I head upstairs to find out who the fuck just let her come down here while I was sleeping... Once I'm up the stairs I see Nick and Matt sitting at the dining room table, Nick editing, Matt eating cereal. "ouuu Mr. lover boy is up, how was you cuddle session?" Matt jokes.."Matt shut the fuck up, who the fuck- who just let y/n in my room and when did that happen? I didn't even go to bed until like 4 am so I know it was one of you fucking early birds" I ask angrily grabbing a Brisk can from the fridge.. "wasn't me." Nick blurts.. "who cares, its not like she was gonna murder you.. she said she was looking for you.." Matt explains.. "bro I was ignoring her for a reason.." I shout.. "well she's here now, what were you gonna ghost her something? did she do something?" He asks.. "yeah she's getting all weird and clingy and shit.." .... "like asking 'how my day was' and' if I slept well' and shit" I add... Matt looks at me weirdly "you mean caring about your well being? you're such an idiot" He gets up from the table heading to his room.. "GRAB YOUR FUCKING BOWL IM NOT YOUR MAID" Nick nearly busts my ear drums yelling at Matt.. "dude are you crazy?" I ask heading to the steps that lead to my bedroom.. "shut up bitch" Nick rolls his eyes...

Your POV

I wake up in Chris' bed alone.. not worried where he went I just wait for him to come back down the steps which is where I assume he went, starting to scroll on TikTok I hear Nick scream at the top of his lungs about 'being a maid' which I laugh at..

I then hear Chris heading back down the stairs, I hurriedly sit up fix my hair worried of what he'll have to say to me, then I start to think of what I should say to him.. I don't even know how I feel.. I wanna talk about us moving forward in our relationship but I also need to figure out why he's been acting all distant lately, I hope he doesn't think I haven't noticed.. because to be honest it feels like he has literally blocked me out of his life for the past 3-4 days..

He enters the room I stare down at my feet He walks straight pass me.. I look up. He heads straight into his bathroom... I flop back down on his bed..

Getting up from the bed I decide to make it, fluffing the duvet, tucking the sheets , fluffing the pillows.. Chris has been in the bathroom for around an hour now, I hear music, assuming he's in the shower, I clean a little more. Throwing away Pepsi cans and food casing from last night, I assume.. grabbing dirty clothes off the floor throwing them in his hamper... Suddenly I hear the water and music stop.. shuffling in the bathroom continues until Chris comes out in fresh love sweats and a black tank top, dropping his dirty clothes on the bed near his bed and heading over to his computer, I grab them and throw then in the hamper to which I assume irritates Chris.. "Can you stop!" Chris shouts... "wha-" I start to speak soon being cut off, "like you're being weird leave my clothes where I left then I didn't ask you to clean for me!" He adds.. "I mean what else am I supposed to do? You've been ignoring my presence sense I got here!" I shout back... "go home! I don't fucking know!" He replies.. "what the fuck is even your problem? like what have I even done for you to react this way to me cleaning for you?" I ask genuinely confused... He doesn't respond.. "hellooo" I speak in a questioning manner... “maybe i just don’t like you anymore and don’t need you to be here, i’m starting to even question why i did in the first place like you’re being so fucking annoying and clingy” he huffs… “all you do is bug me now gosh!” he adds…. I look to the ground genuinely hurt… it honestly makes sense, every guy i like always ends up ghosting me and it makes sense why at this point.. i can’t help that i am too “caring”.. apparently that freaks out a lot of guys..

“what so this is how you treat every girl you like? or liked?” i ask.

"I was ready to drop everything and be your girlfriend, in fact my plan today was to come ask you to be with me..I was ready for everyone to know how we've been these pass few months and not give a fuck what any hater or 'fan has to say.." I say holding back emotions.. "I never said I was ready for that, I never spoke on being together like that" He speaks.. "So what? we were just gonna be 'talking' for however long?" I ask. No response.. He just continues to stare at his computer screen. I just look back and sit down on his bed. blinking back tears.. He stares at the computer screen, nothing on it, not scrolling, no video, no music, nothing... Just staring, deep in thought...

We sit in silence for around 10 minutes before I speak again

"Chris?, can you say something? because I've done nothing but try to keep things working between us.. You've ignored me for almost 3 days when before you'd message me everyday 'How are you' , 'come over' , 'when are you free' , 'lets see a movie' , 'lets hang out before I leave for Boston.' " I count off examples.. "I just don’t get how we can go from something so good.. or what I thought was good, to you completely ignoring my existence." I add.. He continues to stare at the blank screen, until.. "I don't know okay, I just feel weird when I'm around you? you're always so caring and shit like that freaks me the fuck out..." he breaks silence. "I never feel this deep of feelings for anything, its fucking annoying.." He adds... "Well, I care about you.. its true, I care about how you slept, I care if you have a nightmare, I care if you feel a cold coming on, I care if you're upset with how much I care... because I genuinely like you Chris, and I don't know maybe this is one of those " right person, wrong time" moments because I feel like we deserve each other..." I speak whole-heartedly.. He just stares at his hands... I stand up.. "maybe in another life then?" I ask headed for the door... He doesn't respond.

I grab the door knob opening it slowly hoping he'd say something to keep me from leaving...n

"wait" he speaks "I wanna try- I want you- I wanna be with you..." he adds looking up from the floor despair in his eyes. "Chris I just don't feel like you're ready for what I'm ready for.." I reply.. “i’m ready- i am” he pleads… “how when just a moment ago you were telling me you were unsure if you even liked me” i ask… He looks down at his hands, I grab my bag and keys walking out of the room..

I hear him get up rushing out the room, he slows down once he sees me standing at the steps. Walking up to me slowly he pulls me in for a kiss, which i kindly reject hoping he gets the hint.. “i like you a lot Y/N.. i just- i need time to understand my self more. i’ve been used and hurt so many times..” he tells.. I just look at his hands in mine.. letting go i turn to walk up the steps… “can i call you later?” he asks.. I turn back “i feel like time apart might actually be what we need at this time, my feelings are genuinely hurt by the things you’ve said to me today” i reply. “i didnt mean it- you know that…” he looks up at me… I walk up the steps walking past Nick and leaving the boys house “bye Y/N see you sometime again hopefully, i know my brothers an asshole” Nick yelps from the dinning table…

I smile walking out the door.. knowing that’s possibly the end of my friendship with the boys…

fin.

A/N: the long awaited.. sorry yall i got busy but here it is!!! Hope yall like Chris and his trust issues!

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[9:12 am]

(cw: f!reader, Jaehyun is an asshole, angst with happy ending)

Yesterday had been a bad day. Scratch that- the last 14 hours had been bad. You had gotten home, tired from your day out with friends to find Jaehyun getting ready to leave.

“Oh, sorry I forgot to mention I had plans tonight. I’ll be back later, ok?” He had said casually, kissing your cheek before heading out the door for the night.

That had been right around seven. Then 11 o’clock rolled around and your texts went unanswered. 3 o’clock and your calls were being ignored. It had caused a huge anxious ball of nerves to form in the pit of your stomach which kept you up until now. Every time somebody in the hall would come home, you’d think it was Jaehyun. Someone in one of the other apartments would make a quiet noise and your head would snap toward the door. The caffeine from all the coffee you were drinking was giving you as much anxiety as it was energy. All your texts to mutual friends sent through the night had only been answered a few minutes ago stating they hadn’t been with Jaehyun all night. If he wasn’t with them then who was he with?

You started another pot of coffee when finally the front door opened. A haggard looking Jaehyun dragged his feet to the living room and threw himself onto the couch. “Oh my god! Jaehyun, are you alright?” You asked, rushing over to his side to not-so-subtly look for wounds.

“I’m fine,” came his voice, muffled by one of the throw pillows.

“Where were you? I called and texted you a dozen times. I was so worried.”

“I told you I had plans,” he sighed.

“Having plans now means you can stay out all night without letting your girlfriend know?” You asked while your annoyance for his nonchalance grew and grew.

“I had too much to drink and I had to stay at my friend’s house, ok?” He replied, standing from the couch to head to the bedroom.

“Why are you being so evasive? I texted all your friends and nobody was with you!”

He threw his hands up, turning to face you, “I hung out with a friend from elementary school, I went to her place, we had a few drinks, my phone died, and now I’m here. I’m at home. I’m hungover and I’m tired is that it?”

“But I talked to your friends from elementary school and they said they hadn’t seen you,” you reply quietly.

He groaned loudly, tilting his head back, “I hadn’t talked to her in a while. She sent me a DM and we started catching up and then she invited me to hang out.”

“So you hung out with a girl who you haven’t seen in years after she randomly messaged you?”

“That’s what I said, yeah,” he nodded.

“And you didn’t tell me where you were going, who you were with, and stayed out all night. How do I even know you’re telling me the truth right now?” You ask incredulously.

His eyes widened in surprise, “What are you trying to suggest right now?”

“I’m not suggesting anything Jaehyun. If your series of events sound fishy, then maybe it’s because they are.”

“I didn’t cheat on you,” he states shakily.

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, brushing past him to walk to the bedroom. You begin changing out of your pajamas and into an outfit to leave the house, wile he nervously gnaws on his lips. You stay silent and blank faced while you move around the room to get ready.

He finally speaks up while you grab your purse, “Where are you going?”

“Oh, did I forget to mention I had plans? I’ll be back later, ok?” You parrot his words back with a condescendingly sweet smile. His mouth opens but no sound comes out as you walk out the door.

You don’t return until early evening. You feel refreshed and relaxed, a weight off your shoulders, until “I’ve been calling you all day! Why didn’t you answer me?”

“I got busy. Decided I should hang out with one of my elementary friends who keeps swiping up on my stories and just see how he was doing,” you lie, moving to the couch.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Jaehyun deadpans, “You didn’t actually do that did you?”

“Who knows? But whether or not I did, why is it ok for you to act that way but not for me?” You ask, crossing your arms across your chest.

He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, you can see the tips of his ears turning red, and some small, tiny, part of you is beginning to feel a little guilty about your actions. He sighs out deeply, “I’m sorry. I mean that. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that and I promise you nothing happened. Even if you didn’t think anything did, I want to reassure you that nothing happened with her.”

“Thank you,” you nod curtly in response, “I spent the whole day shopping by the way.”

“I promise I won’t ever do anything like that again either. Not just because it was totally out of line, but also because I remembered why I stopped talking to her. She was kind of a bully all those years ago and nothing has changed. She wanted to talk about all the drama and problems she had with people when we were 7- it’s been like 20 years!”

You laugh quietly, “why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“That’s the worst part! She had my phone in phone jail because I started texting you back while she started a movie. That’s why I started drinking so much, and she made me sleep on her floor because her couch was quoted not a resting couch. And! She told me she was gonna have a whole reunion party and I was the only idiot that forgot how rude she was as a kid and didn’t block her. So again, I’m sorry and I promise it will never- ever happen again. I will let you chip me like a dog and put me on a lea-”

You held up a hand, “Jaehyun stop talking please, I already got the full story and I’m not doing that. Let’s move on ok?”

He sighed happily, “I’m blocking her too. Her instagram, her number, her facebook, her MySpace, her twitter, her X, her profile on LinkdIn, her threads, her Pinterest-”

You laughed loudly, covering his mouth with your hand, “Stop! I get it!”

“And I’m telling everyone she’s still awful.”

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun drabbles #jaehyun timestamps

[olderthannetfic]

One time I was on a discord server, I was in my early 20s (I'm still in my 20s tbf), server for the collecting of a certain item type. Some random drama happened with a user claiming to be abused at home, we tried to help. Girl got kicked because people got too sus about it.

Anyway, because I had been involved speaking to her, one of the mods contacted me in the DMs. Told me about the situation, and I was kinda shocked, so I asked a few extra questions. Call them Mod15

Well another mod then contacted me, and told me that Mod15 was talking shit about me, for asking the questions about the situation, and that Mod15 IS 15!!! I had no idea. That mod was really mad at Mod15 because 1) she didn't like that a mod was just 15 years old. 2) the mod had basically bought themselves into the role by buying the server nitro. 3) the admin didn't do anything/incredibly passive. Let's call that mod: ModP

I showed ModP the conversation with Mod15, and showed her that my talk with him was pretty basic bitch. But man did I fucking feel disgusted by this. I never contacted Mod15, he contacted ME. I deleted my entire talk with him. It was basically just "What happened? Is everyone ok? Do you know if she's ok." that stuff.

Side info: When I joined I also asked if they'd have a NSFW channel, just "because" it kinda was the norm to have one if the hobby had a lot of adults, even if it wouldn't contain anything sexually explicit. So it was made, but there was very little happening all things considered.

Well skip forward a few weeks. We had a vent channel, and Idk how it started. (I still have the screenshots from start to finish somewhere on another discord with a friend, but I'd need to look for them.)

But for some reason we started talking about how minors, who're minors entering the 18+ channel should be kicked from the server. The admin only made the NSFW channel "click to confirm" instead of role based, which is something that was discussed later between him and the mods I was told my ModP later. (Or another Mod I got to know.)

And guess whoms't but Mod15 would freak the fuck out and start an entire thing about it. He said we couldn't demand this blah blah. One argument he had was shit like "Well we see things like these on twitter, so why care if we see it here." and like, because this is a closed space. A lot of that kinda logic, that it wasn't a problem finding 18+ content anywhere on the web, and we shouldn't bitch about it.

Hell even some other minor and a lot of adults said that this was not a good point to make, and that these warnings and channels aren't made to "just keep minors safe", but to keep adults safe as well. And that adults have a right to want spaces where minors can't and won't enter. Anyway, this went on for far too long. I mean I think this thing went on for a few hours. Mod15 also freaked out when someone suggested making it role only.

Mod15 admitted to having entered the NSFW channel, which wasn't the great point he was trying to make, and one of the other adults admitted to having shared some bodypillow designs with Mod15. Which also wasn't a particular flex you'd make tbh.

ModP contacted me in that time, and another Mod, ModT, and they were actually annoyed that the Admin refused to do anything, and still wanted to keep Mod15. They had apparently also tried to make some specific roles before, but Admin just didn't wanna do it. You know, roles that give you identifiers such as "minor, male, female, adult" or pronouns etc.

They asked me if I could talk to Admin, and I did try, but Admin was so fucking passive, he said "Well, the problem was that you had asked about the NSFW channel." Not the fact that a minor decided that this was a free invitation to enter, or that the minor decided he had the random right to contact me about something, and then bitch about me to the other mods. That's when I decided I couldn't deal with this and left, if he couldn't even see how annoying it had gotten. At that point the collection discord had also grown considerably in size, because it got the "official (collectors) server" on reddit as well, and I didn't wanna stick around for the shitshow.

Extra info: The server did have an "introduction" channel, but it didn't have roles to give identifiers. And as probably anyone on a slightly bigger server would know, you start muting a lot of channels quickly. Admin tried to blame me for not checking the channel, in his DMs to me, when at that time there were constantly people joining and I had like half the channels muted to begin with.

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15-year-olds make terrible mods.

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas :)

im not sure this is me asking for advice because i don’t think there’s really a recipe for getting over someone but i just need to rant into the void

so there’s this girl. let’s call her lucy. we went to the same high school but never really met. she was a year older and one of those “popular” girls i guess, so we never really crossed paths, but we knew about each other. she was one of those girls who made the room brighter just by being in it. like calling her gorgeous is an understatement. and she was always super kind to everyone. like all the boys in school had a crush on her at some point.

so fast forward a bit, first year of uni. i moved into a big city and enrolled into the same university as lucy’s best friend. let’s call her cathy (lucy lives in a different city about 4 hours from us). cathy and i quickly become really close and of course she starts mentioning lucy a lot. she also talks about me to lucy. cathy starts telling me how we should definitely hang out, how we have so much in common and how lucy would love to get to know me (we both loved taylor swift read the same books etc) but as we lived in different cities it was kinda hard to arrange. quickly we developed this kind of weird parasocial relationship through cathy. like lucy would tell cathy to ask my opinion on something, she would send cathy voicemails to forward to me when she wanted to discuss something, she also invited me to a harry styles concert but i was busy so i couldn’t go and so on. i should maybe point out that she didn’t really use social media so that’s why she didn’t dm me or something.

at one point i discover that lucy is a lesbian. cathy never really mentions it but it becomes quite obvious from some stories. and at this point, i kinda start crushing really hard. my little lesbian heart is only so strong and here’s this drop dead gorgeous girl who is so amazing and we have so much in common and god what is a girl to do.

i learn that lucy has a girlfriend and get kinda sad but can’t really complain so i try to get over my little crush and move on. however, one day lucy deletes all pictures with her gf from instagram she briefly had. a few weeks later she messages me and tells me she wants to visit me and cathy, and that there’s this big 1989 tv release party in the city i live in and she would love for us to go together. i’m of course smiling into my pillow.

so she comes in october for the party. this is our first time officially hanging out. and god, we have the best night ever. nothing explicitly romantic happens, but we just have so much fun. we go out for drinks and talk and then we go to this party and dance and drink and have the time of our life. and at this point i’m really thinking about this as a date, because we’re both queer and she hugs me and holds my hand and we actually cuddle in front of the club. and then. it’s really late and we’re both kinda drunk and want to go home so she calls her ex (?) to pick us up. i agree as i’m pretty tired but i’m also so confused as i have no idea what’s going on here. anyways, the night ends and we have brunch tomorrow and talk about how we had a great night, but don’t mention anything else.

long story short, she gets back together with her girlfriend and kinda stops contacting me as frequently, but half a year later, i’m still hung up on a girl i literally spent 24 hours with. and sure, i’m interested in other girls, have other crushes i guess, but somehow my mind always comes back to her. the reason i’m writing this today is because i haven’t listend to taylor in a while, but ttpd came out and suddenly i hear her in every song and she still told cathy to ask me my favourite song as soon as it came out. and she still talks about wanting to visit me and god i want to just move on so bad. but i know i’m gonna text her as soon as another party comes up when we’re both free. and it’s just gonna be the same thing over again.

Hi! <3

damn, this is...this sounds so difficult.

Honestly? I think Lucy needs to make up her mind. It sounds like she's trying to have her cake and eat it too by being with her girlfriend and flirting with you, and either she doesn't know what she's doing (which isn't great, but it happens) or she's not thinking about anyone else's feelings (which is worse).

I know it is so easy to get hung up on someone like this- there's like...such a fun aspect of a romance like this where it's drawn-out and a bit forbidden and kind of dramatic. But the problem with something like this is it hardly ever ends well and you deserve someone who wants you wholly.

Of course, this is all easy for me to say, as I'm not the one to experience it. But I think if I were you, I would take this album release as an opportunity to think about what you deserve and how you can use the songs to process your feelings. Because the important thing is, you deserve more, and you're not getting it, whether it's on purpose or not.

<3 <3 <3 <3 Sending you all the love!

Also, naming you deserving anon in case you want to update/write back!

#ask #asks #ask cas #deserving anon

[adachimoe]

Yukiko's "Yasogami Highschool Visualnet - H" Profile (and Kanji and Naoto's)

The Persona Club P4 book includes sections dedicated to each party member, and one of the things all of them have is a Yasogami High Facebook-esque page called the "Visualnet" with their profile, friends list, communities they've joined, etc. "Yasogami Highschool Visualnet - H" is definitely a "Someone wanted the initials to be YHVH" acronym.

To recap what the Persona Club P4 book is, it's a book made for fans by Atlus that was released back in 2009. It showcases fanart that was sent to Atlus, and provides additional character info and world building info. There is also an interview in the back of the book with Katsura Hashino about the development of the game.

I am god awful at reading handwritten Japanese, and every single character profile is written in a different Japanese font that's stylized after handwriting. I assume it's to emulate what kind of handwriting the characters would have, but... urk...

Yukiko's YHVH

Profile

Amagi Yukiko

Message: Hello! Chie invited me here.

Icon: Golden bird

Nicknames: Yukiko, Lady of the House (Ugh...)

Sex: F

Birthday: December 8, 1994

Zodiac: A heart-piercing Sagittarius. Be struck by my arrow.

Height: 164cm. Ah, the folded part of my kimono... (sweatdrop)

Weight: Secret

Blood Type: I'm a Type O who really puts the "O" in O-bvious. Betcha didn't expect that!

Celebrity Lookalike: Ami Koshimizu

Favorite Food: Japanese food! Don't call me old.

Favorite Things: Dogs. One day when I was a child, I had a fateful encounter on the Samegawa... (rest omitted)

Dislike: I don't particularly dislike anything, but... dirty talk is a bit... Uhm...

Special Skills: I'm quite confident in my kimono dressing and table manners

Brief Comment: Nice to meet you!

My YHVH (Friends)

Protagonist

Chie

Teddie

Kanji

Naoto

Ko

(See All)

Clubs

Japanese Clothing Lovers! - 6 members

The "Go Home" Club - 15 members

Showa Era Music Fans - 3 people

Let's go see the dam! - 7 people

(See All)

Messages

From Yosuke: "Let me get in the onsen again!"

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The bit about Yukiko's blood type joke is "the 'oo' in 'oozappa'"; with oozappa meaning like... roughly, generally, broadly speaking, etc. For the sake of my last remaining brain cells that haven't been Adachipilled yet, and also because I am uncreative as fuck, I just used a different word instead of trying to translate oozappa into English with a word that starts with a O lmao. The Ami Koshimizu mention is cause that's Yukiko's Japanese voice actress. All of the Investigation Team have their JP voice actors as their Celebrity Lookalikes. Also, I have no idea what the dam thing is about lol. Is there a dam if you follow the Samegawa?

Kanji and Naoto's Profiles

I've learned that Kanji and Naoto's profiles were translated back in 2009. Behold, Naoto being a member of the Linux club at school lol. The only thing I have to add-on to these existing translations is that:

Naoto's DM is from Rise, asking to go to get a "bucket parfait" - those comically large ice cream and fruit parfaits you might have seen photos of before. (I don't think they always come served in a pail / bucket, though they certainly can lol.) Not sure if Naoto secretly likes sweets (she did save the Christmas Cake...) or if Naoto gets bullied into going to this stuff by Rise all the time.

Can confirm from the Japanese version of the game that this translator's speculation about Kanji searching for the rare submarine is accurate. Kanji's Ototo and Homerun Bars are something I've written about on this blog before too.

When the mood strikes, I'll do more of these. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

#persona 4 #yukiko amagi #naoto shirogane #kanji tatsumi #persona club p4

[moonchildreads]

small town

Chapter 3 - Tonight She Comes

IN THIS CHAPTER: The Hellfire Club is in session, a backpack full of snacks, and blowing dice for luck [3.9k]

WARNINGS: honestly none but just in case: eddie being a menace and using way too many petnames, 5e mentions because that's the edition i know how to play and i wasn't about to learn 1e/advanced dnd for this so please let me have this one, it's important for later (shout out to my dm who might be reading this!)

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I know tonight she comes She's takin' a swipe at fun

Friday, April 4th - 1986

“If you feel uncomfortable and need me to come pick you up, call me, okay? Don’t walk home alone after it gets dark.”

“Okay,” Dottie didn’t move to get out of her dad’s car. “Dustin said there would be girls too.”

“That’s good. Girls are great D&D players, just ask Auntie Rachel.”

“Yeah. Thanks for the help. And the snacks.”

“Honey,” James Burke said warmly, perfectly aware his daughter was stalling. “Put yourself out there. Make new friends. You’ve got this.”

“You’re right,” she nodded to herself. “I’ll- I’ll try to have fun. I promise.”

“That’s my girl,” he leaned to kiss her head. “I love you. Now go!”

Dottie waved at her dad as he drove away from the school entrance, an old black folder that had once belonged to him held tightly to her chest and bags of gummies and other assorted snacks in her backpack. She took a deep breath and headed inside the school, slightly unnerved at the apparent silence and dozens of closed doors. For a second she considered stopping at the bathroom, but the eeriness of the empty classrooms made her so uncomfortable that she decided staring at herself for five minutes trying to get her hands to stop sweating wasn’t worth it.

Rounding the corner to the auditorium hall, she was pleased to hear movement inside the props room and put on a big smile fully expecting to see Dustin’s curls bobbing around. When she realized the person inside wasn’t the warm kid who had invited her earlier that day, she stood at the door, awkwardly staring at the back of a long haired guy who was humming to himself while pulling things out of a cardboard box. He moved his hair out of his face as he grabbed something from the box and saw a flash of color swaying at the corner of his eye. Had that been a skirt?

“Hey there,” Eddie said, smiling and trying to make himself look as small and non threatening as he could. There was a very sweet looking girl standing in front of him, and truth be told, he wasn’t entirely too trusting of the sweet looking girls. “Can I help you with something?”

“Uh, I- I was supposed to meet Dustin Henderson here? At three thirty?”

“Dustin?” he checked his watch. “He should be here soon if you want to wait for him.”

“Thank you. The hallways are scary.”

“They are really quiet, aren’t they? I’d put music on but the chess club complains.”

“There’s a chess club here?”

“There’s all kinds of clubs here, sweetheart,” he chuckled, sitting on the table. “You can come in, you know. I don’t bite.”

With a nervous smile, Dottie walked further into the room noticing the dramatic lighting and the books and figurines on the table. He watched her curiously, wondering who the hell this was and why was she smiling as she reached for his DM screen, her eyebrows rising as she put two and two together.

“You’re Eddie,” she said, suddenly snapping her head up to see him, her short curls bouncing with the movement. Adorable, he thought. She put her hand into her skirt pocket and pulled out the black card Dustin had given her. “The Dungeon Master, right?”

“That’s me,” he motioned with his arms open dramatically. “And you are?”

“Oh, I’m Dottie. I’m your new player.”

“You’re the new recruit?” Eddie scratched his neck. When Wheeler and Henderson had told him they had found someone perfect, this girl wasn’t what he had expected. In all honesty, he hadn’t been expecting a girl at all.

“I hope it’s okay that I’m a beginner, Dustin said you were really kind to newbies so I thought… If I’m bad or mess up your thing, I totally understand.”

“No, no, it’s… it’s fine. We just haven’t had a real beginner in a long time,” he said, crossing his arms while resting his weight on the table, touched that Dustin had been talking him up so much behind his back. “Do you want to watch today, see how everything works?”

“If you think that’s the best, sure,” she said, and he noticed she looked a little deflated.

“Or not. Trial by fire,” he smiled. “I can probably, uh, explain you the basics while we wait.”

“Would you like to check my character sheet? I’m not sure I understood the invitation correctly but I tried.”

“You came prepared, that’s great. A sign of a good player,” he encouraged her, preparing himself mentally to see what was probably going to be the worst character sheet he had ever seen in his life.

She extended her folder to him and waited for his judgment to pass quietly, wringing her hands at her back like she was waiting for a teacher to grade her. Eddie Munson read in silence, surprised at the level of detail in front of his eyes. In the neatest handwriting he had ever seen for a D&D player, he read Holly Andover, halfling, cleric - light domain, level 1. There was a background picked (Guild Artisan), complete with personality traits, ideals, bonds and flaws. Her inventory was full of carefully selected items, including a description of her two religious charms: one was attached to her quarterstaff, one was an armlet to be used when communing with her god, Lathander, during prayer. He eyed her curiously as he flipped page after page of neat notes, including a family tree and a list of spells and cantrips she would need as she leveled up.

“Are you sure you’re a beginner?” he continued to stare at a guild recommendation letter in a different, more manly handwriting, complete with a signature and a fancy stamp at the bottom.

“I’ve seen my dad play,” she explained. “I know how everything works, I’ve just never played myself.”

“Your dad plays Dungeons and Dragons?” Eddie wasn’t sure he heard her right. This proper and quiet girl wearing a knitted vest and a knee length skirt had a dad that played D&D in the middle of the Satanic panic?

“He used to play with his college friends back in New York. Not while he was in college, though, I mean like… the friends he made during college that are still his friends now.”

“You’re from New York? Who did you kill and why are you hiding in Hawkins?”

“It’s not that interesting to be honest,” she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “My dad is from Hawkins. We moved here during the winter break, he got a new job.”

“We have a couple of classes together, right? You’re a senior?”

“Yeah, I think we are together in Calc? And maybe other classes? I know I’ve seen you in the cafeteria but I don’t really pay a lot of attention, sorry.”

“No, no, it’s all good,” he lowered his voice to a dramatic whisper. “I don’t really pay a lot of attention either,” she giggled at that and it occurred to him that he might be in desperate need of a pair of glasses if he had never noticed this girl before in his life.

“So… what do you think? Am I ready to play or am I on the bench for tonight, coach?”

“Princess, with notes like these, you might be better prepared than Henderson himself.”

She felt her face grow hot and smiled at him. Her dad was right. There was nothing wrong with her, she could make new friends. She just had to find the correct people, and right now, staring at Eddie The Dungeon Master’s soft smile and bright brown eyes, she felt strangely at ease. By all means, if his face had looked less friendly and his words had been less kind, she’d have thanked Dustin for the invite and left before anyone could stop her, but he radiated warmth just by sitting next to her. The doors of the room opened with a loud boom and she jumped, catching herself on the table.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson, you’re gonna break the hinges again and you know I’m already in deep shit!” Eddie rounded on him, words dropping out of his lips like it was common enough for this conversation to have happened multiple times.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry I’m late, the fucking cat-” he did a double take seeing his unlikely recruit with a hand on her chest feeling like her heart was trying to escape her body. “Hey, you came!”

“Yeah, you sold it really well,” she stated, dislodging her backpack from her shoulder. “Also I brought snacks as a thank you for inviting me and all that, but if you’re gonna give me heart attacks like that maybe I shouldn’t have bothered.”

Dustin and Eddie looked at each other like they had struck gold. Here was this mousy, polite girl, barely reaching 5’3, short wavy hair that brushed against the nape of her neck with every micro movement, dressed like a librarian’s daughter, bearing gummy bears and chips, and a frankly impressive folder for someone who claimed had never played a single game of D&D in her life. And she wanted to be part of their club. The Hellfire Club. Eddie’s mind was reeling.

“Where the hell did you find her, Henderson?” he muttered to the younger boy, as they watched her introduce herself to Gareth and Jeff and offer them a string of red licorice moments later.

“She was just there, reading The Hobbit,” he shrugged. “Not bad, huh?”

“Not bad, kid. Not bad.”

She laughed really loudly at something Gareth said and Eddie could have sworn he felt his heart pump blood faster. He was intrigued by this new puzzle presented to him. First Chrissy, now this girl. He wondered if maybe by the time graduation approached, women fundamentally changed the way they viewed the world and that made them… softer? Less judgy, perhaps. Or maybe some girls were just nice from the start and he had failed to see it. He made a mental note to ask the next time he was out in the woods selling weed to his newest and most unlikely acquaintance, the Queen of the Cheerleading Squad herself, Chrissy Cunningham. If his math was right, he’d be getting a note from her in his locker asking for more product by next Wednesday.

Erica was the last one to arrive, and truth be told, she was the definitive judge of character of the group. She eyed the new girl in front of her, still wrapped in her American flag (“Why do you always bring that?” “You can’t spell America without Erica, stupid”), noticing that the boys were quietly watching the show about to unfold from the sidelines. Dottie extended a baggie of gummy bears to her as an olive branch.

“You’re Erica, right? I’m Dottie. I’ve heard so much about you, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Uh-huh,” the younger girl narrowed her eyes at the group who were looking very sheepish. “And what have you heard?”

“The boys were telling me you saved their asses in the last campaign, it sounded really cool. If I’m honest, the only reason I came is because Dustin said you would be here,” she didn’t flinch as Erica turned her eyes back to her, jaw tight, considering what the new girl was saying. “I’m glad there’s another girl I can learn the game from.”

“What do you play?”

“I’m a halfling cleric, light domain. Eddie said everyone was starting from level 1 this time, so it’s okay if I’m a newbie.”

There was a pregnant silence before the younger girl grabbed a few gummy bears from the bag and smirked. The room let out an audible sigh as the tension dissipated.

“You’re alright, but don’t push it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Dottie nodded, not a single drop of sarcasm present in her voice.

“Are we gonna play some Dungeons and Dragons or do we have to wait until you middle aged ladies finish your tea time?” Erica rounded on the boys who immediately rushed to take their seats at the table. She winked at Dottie as she went to sit in her rightful spot, directly across from the DM who was watching his little subjects from his throne with an amused expression on his face.

“Alright, children, let us begin.”

This guy knows what he’s doing, Dottie thought as Eddie weaved a tale of deceit and mystery in front of them. He had voices of all kinds stored in his body, his eyes transformed with each emotion he portrayed, his hands drawing them in like an illusionist setting the stage for a marvelous trick. Their characters arrived in Frostwind, one by one, summoned to the perpetually-stuck-in-winter city by an urgent letter from an old friend and thief, Orfuel Evensorrow. Much to their dismay, it seemed they arrived a little too late, as they were informed that Orfuel was, in fact, dead, and that his funeral was to be held that same day. Intercepted by a shadowy figure in the forest right next to the old cemetery, the party learned that Orfuel had not died in a “job gone wrong” like they had been told, but had instead been betrayed by his long-time partner and murdered in cold blood.

For the first hour of the session, everyone settled into their new characters: Mike as Mozikith the dragonborn warlock, Dustin as Seebo the forest gnome rogue, Donny as Odorr the half-orc sorcerer, Gareth as Despair the tiefling barbarian, Jeff as Tharivol the half-elf druid, Erica as Bolhild the hill dwarf paladin, and Dottie as Holly the halfling cleric. Eddie referred to his players by their character’s names more often than not when roleplaying, but it seemed that he had a plethora of nicknames for each of them, from Lady Erica (to which she responded greatly) to Gareth the Great and Mike the Magnificent. It seemed to Dottie that this was something he took pride in; finding what words made his players tick and how to give encouragement but still reel the party in when Dustin wanted to break into dangerous places or Jeff tried to befriend yet another random mule.

Donny drifted from being completely in character with half-interested grunts and short stern statements to being the nicest guide for Dottie as she had to learn to manage her stats and figure out by context what everyone else’s spells and cantrips did. She had ended up sitting at the corner with Donny on her right, Eddie at the head of the table to her left shrouded in drama behind his DM screen. The only time someone (Mike, it was Mike) complained about her being too slow, the Dungeon Master sent him a look so dirty that no other comments about it had been made for the entirety of the session. His party would never disrespect someone who was trying their damndest to learn the complexities of D&D under his watchful eye.

At some point, the party split to follow up on two different leads; one group commanded by Erica and the other by Gareth. As faith would have it, Erica’s group’s clue was a dead end that put them on the other side of Frostwind unable to immediately save Gareth’s group from being ambushed at a tinkerer’s workshop. A sequence of bad decisions and terrible dice throws left everyone in the endangered mini-party except Dottie rolling for death saves and her trying to Spare the Dying her teammates in a raging panic.

“Stop trying to help us, just hit the fucking guy!” Jeff pleaded.

“I don’t have long range weapons, I can’t throw my quarterstaff at the idiot!” she said, hands flipping notes in her binder.

“Okay, let me see what you have left,” Donny said, leaning over to read her papers.

“Now, now, Donny-boy, what did we say about backseating?” Eddie sang, smiling at him.

“He’s not backseating if I don’t even know how to drive,” Dottie retorted.

“You got this, darling. Just take a breath and use that pretty little head of yours like you have been doing all session.”

She glanced at him, lounging on his throne, body completely turned to her side of the table, his chin resting on his hand, his index finger curled on his lower lip and his long legs dangling from the right armrest. He looked dangerously unperturbed by the fact that he was about to decimate half of his players in the first session of a new campaign. Dottie looked back at her folder and exhaled, calming herself. She skimmed the notes in front of her until she came across what she was looking for: a miracle.

“Gareth, if I use my last Cure Wounds on you, do you think you can throw your handaxe at the gnome?”

“I can try, but it’s his turn again after you go and he has two attacks,” he said, upset that he had already failed two death throws. “He’s just gonna get me again when I go back up.”

Dottie looked back at Eddie; he nodded once almost imperceptibly. His index ring glinted next to his lip. She went back to her papers.

“Okay, I… I’m gonna use my last spell slot to cast Guiding Bolt.”

“Make an attack roll,” Eddie smiled, his eyes shiny. He lived for these moments.

“God fucking damnit,” she muttered as the d20 stopped on a 1 in front of her. The table exploded in screams startling her.

“She’s a halfling! She’s a halfling!” Dustin and Mike were screaming.

“Lucky roll, she gets to do a lucky roll!” Gareth launched himself across Donny to grab the dice and put it in her hand again. Erica was losing her shit watching the madness unfold.

“Let her roll again!” Jeff yelled, his throat raspy.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen,” the DM raised a hand to quiet them down. “You don’t have to argue about the rules with me. Princess gets to roll again.”

She moved the big d20 in her hand, feeling the weight of the world on her palm. It belonged to her dad; he had kindly let her borrow a lovely wooden set that a friend had handmade in his garage shop for his birthday. It’s a loan, not a gift, honey, he had said as he put the felt bag in her hand. Or else Rob will have my head for giving them away. It had to work. She couldn’t fuck up her first session ever, they weren’t going to invite her anymore if she ruined the fun for everyone. Suddenly, her eyes drifted to Eddie who was watching her every move, concentrating on balancing all the different outcomes based on the possible results inside his head. Dottie extended her closed fist to him and he stared at it, confused.

“Blow.”

“What?”

“Blow on the dice,” she simply explained.

“Darling, that’s not how-”

“My Dad made me blow on his dice when he attacked and I don’t see my Dad in the room to return the favor for me right now so I’m asking you, Eddie, my Dungeon Master, to fucking blow on my dice for luck.”

To say that he was taken aback by her fire would have been the understatement of the decade. Without breaking eye contact, Eddie leaned forward as she opened her hand and blew on the dice. She closed her eyes and let the d20 roll down the table, stopping right in front of Erica. The girl smirked at the long haired man in front of her.

“Does a nat 20 work?” she asked, sweetly.

“NO FUCKING WAY!”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?”

“WE LIVE, HOLY SHIT!”

Dottie opened her eyes when Donny lifted her up from her chair in a one-armed hug. Jeff and Gareth hurried to join the hug, screaming in her ears with delight that they were saved and putting 4d6 in her hands for her to roll her damage. The result didn’t matter, they all knew the bad guy shooting at them from the rafters was on death’s door anyways, but the rolls had to be done as a formality.

Eddie described with glee how her character’s eyes lit up in a flash of white, a bolt of pure radiant damage cracking from thin air, striking the evil tinkerer down from the ceiling and leaving a glittering hole on his chest. Now officially out of combat, Dottie was free to “revive” her friends and reunite with Erica’s group that had finally reached the workshop after running from one end of Frostwind to the other in the dead of the snowy night. They explored the house finding a few valuable trinkets to sell, a mysterious necklace that radiated evil energy and a very interesting letter guiding them to their next location.

Silently but with a happy heart, she helped put everything away when the session ended, laughing at her new friends theorizing about next week’s adventures and sharing the rest of the gummy worms with Erica who seemed to have decided to put away her sass until next time. They exited the school at 6:10 pm, Dustin hurrying to say his goodbyes to get home in time for dinner, pulling Mike and Erica along with him. A tan car pulled up to the entrance and flashed its lights at them, calling for attention.

“Well, that’s my Dad,” Dottie said, hugging her binder in the chill of the early April night. “I had fun today!”

“Man, you were great,” Gareth said, smiling warmly at her. “Are you coming next week too?”

“Of course! We gotta figure out who that shitty Lord is. I… I’ll see you on Monday, right? Drive home safe!” she yelled at them as she jogged to her dad’s car. Once she opened the door, she turned around remembering something important. “Hey, Eddie! Thanks for the luck!”

Jeff, Donny, Gareth and Eddie watched her get into the car, kiss her dad hello on the cheek and drive away with a wave. As the car reached the street corner and disappeared, they looked at each other, eyebrows raised.

“Did… did I hallucinate a preppy girl wanting to spend time with us playing fucking Dungeons and Dragons or did we all see the same thing?” Jeff joked, only half serious.

“Guess we’ll find out on Monday,” Eddie shrugged.

There was a rather big part of him that was wishing on all the stars that they hadn’t smoked the worst joint in the world and collectively conjured Dorothy Burke from nowhere. Eddie had the feeling he was gonna be thinking about her all weekend, and dared to hope that come Monday, she wouldn’t have suddenly decided she wanted nothing to do with him anymore. With us, he corrected himself. On the road to her home, Dottie gushed to her Dad about her new friends and retold the amazing adventure they had been in. She complained about the bickering fights Mike would get in with Jeff, giggled at Erica’s way of commanding boys much older than her to do exactly what she wanted (I’m serious, Dad, I think Erica could run for President tomorrow and she’d win. I’d vote for her.), delightedly showed off the cassette tape Donny had lent her during a bathroom break, and dreamily shared all the details about the world Eddie had created for them to explore. She could have sworn that as she was telling him about her lucky reroll, she could still feel Eddie’s eyes on hers and his breath dancing on her fingers. With red cheeks and glowing eyes, she reserved that part of the tale to relive when she was alone in her bed that night, giddy and anxious for Monday to arrive.

#bunny writes #small town fic #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #hellfire club #stranger things 4 #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #gareth stranger things #erica sinclair #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #baby's first fic

[chomperblue]

Intro Post!

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Hey all! Maeve here, thought I should introduce myself. :)

I'm 26, live in a small town in Hoenn, and often visit family in Alola. I'm the local 'Pokémon Wrangler,' which really just means I take care of any Pokémon in town that end up where they shouldn't. When not called on a job, I sell honey from my Combee hives and jams and berries from my orchard. Many Pokémon consider my property their home, and I don't discourage them from visiting so long as they remain friendly.

My team (or really, the Pokémon who hang around the house the most) is currently six Pokémon strong!

Astrid is my Garchomp and my partner Pokémon. She tends to be standoffish, but she's a sucker for poképuffs if you have them <3

Cassia is my Luxray, she's very protective of me and offers comfort when I'm upset. She's wonderful with kids though, and I take her with me whenever I'm invited to a school to talk about Pokémon safety.

Bryony, my Mudsdale, helps with my work in the orchard and is my ride Pokémon whenever I travel. She's stubborn, like any Mudsdale, but my most loyal friend.

Dusty is my Arcanine, and definitely in love with Cassia (probably the main reason he sticks around). He likes lazing around in the sunbeams on my porch, and I sometimes have to clean up scorch marks when he soaks up too much heat.

Atlas is a Totodile, and adopted rescue from one of my wrangling jobs. He has been adopted by Astrid and she's been taking wonderful care of him; this is unexpected, but promising for Atlas' well being. Atlas loves running around after Astrid and being held by people.

Kiska is a shiny Mareanie (yes, I know her image is of a normal one) who I adopted from Floaroma Sanctuary. She's feisty, but has proven to be a great friend to my established team. I'm definitely keeping her away from the local kids until she's been trained.

That's most of my info! Questions / Asks / Interactions are welcome :)

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Current character list page here: chomperblue.tumblr.com/CharacterList

There are a couple of characters associated with this blog, but Maeve is the official 'owner' and so is the default speaker. Each character will have a tag associated with them to clarify who is speaking on each post or ask response. For example, Maeve is tagged as "#Chomper says hi," and Helena is tagged as "#Helena Posts."

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[Picrew Here]

Hi! Call me Sundew. I’m a young adult, busy from Uni, based near the Arctic Circle. Please be kind! I curate my internet experience very harshly and will not interact with anyone/anything that makes me anxious. Tone indicators help a lot! (Especially when it comes to jokes) If you’d like to RP or plan an interaction drop me a DM!

I’d prefer if people under the age of 16 didn’t DM me. I want this blog to be enjoyable for anyone, but I’m uncomfortable with privately talking to someone younger than any of my real-life friends. Feel free to send an ask though!

If you want to send an ask to me instead of my characters, just address it to Sundew. :)

#unreality #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #pokeblog rp #chomper says hi

[areyouafraidofdating]

“Moustache Steve” resurfaced and went all crazy (shocking?) on my DMs on tiktok the last day or two. The original story is a couple of years back but here’s a summary:

A guy from my past resurfaced and I wanted to warn women on dating apps about him. His name is Steve and we met on Hinge. He seemed okay from chatting / talking on there so I invited him to a comedy show (this was in 2021) and we had a nice time. Ended the night having a drink after the show and he immediately said he wanted to see me again and asked if I would hang out on the weekend. I was super surprised by this, he must have had a good time and liked me. Most of my recent first dates didn’t amount to much from meeting people off dating apps so this was refreshing. We decided to meet at High Park and walk around / hang out for the afternoon. Red Flag #1 he was irritated that I kept on commenting on all the cute dogs - mind you I asked if I could bring my dog and he said he likes dogs! He said “no don’t bring the dog so we can focus on getting to know each other, less distractions” so I was like, weird but okay. When we met he tells me he purposely brought me to the park as a “free date” because “women always fuck me over and make me pay for dinner or meals and then ghost me” (red flag #2)… we hang out a few hours and I am getting hungry. He tells me he has “food at home” and has plans later to go out with some friends to a comedy show and will catch me later. No biggie, I go home and think nothing of it. Over the next few days he starts texting and calling me at all hours of the day while I’m working and starts to have little meltdowns when I don’t answer or I’m busy. I tell him I’m working and wonder how he’s texting so much while he’s working? He told me he works full time but not to ask about it, another trigger or something? (Red flag #3) the texts and calls turn into voice notes. Really scary and aggressive sounding and I’m at the point past being polite and I suggest he seeks some mental health help from a professional and block / delete his number (and already unmatched on Hinge). Really creepy and scary and unstable stuff. Fast forward to earlier this week when I started to look at tiktok reels after quite some time of not using the app. He’s a suggested contact and apparently is following me on there? We never exchanged socials so I clicked on his profile where he has one weird video posted and nothing else. He DMs me “hey” and I decide to reply saying “hi” because why not. Maybe he’s going to apologize for being a nutcase? Maybe not. He proceeds to tell me he “figured we could go for a drink” and I replied “no thank you” politely again. The amount of replies (13+) I got after a polite no thank you signals to me that he’s not okay. Not stable. Shouldn’t be meeting new women if he’s still on Hinge or other apps and I thought I would warn all of you lovely ladies about him. Steer clear! He lives in Etobicoke, is about 32 years old and his name is Steve.

#onlinedatingintoronto #onlinedating #dating #toronto #pof #areyouafriadofdating #datingproblems #hinge #datingtumblr #scarydatingstory #stay safe #mental illness #mental health

[the1975attheirverybest]

The Duexmoi submission that suggests Matty got uninvited from Jacks wedding is making me sad :( It’s an editor submission, and those are more likely to be true (it’s also the second time this rumor has gone around on the last couple weeks).

There’s a couple other celebrities people think it may be about, but I’ve seen a lot of speculation about the status of their friendship since Finsbury.

It’s all just gossip for now, but I really hope it’s not true.

Imagine, if you will, being MONUMENTALLY depressed, trying to do all you can to hang on to life. distract yourself. Do SOMETHING. ANYTHING. to stay sane, and you come on here for Matty serotonin but instead you come across this. Alright, fuck. Might as well I guess....

WELCOME to Critical Thinking 101.

I'm your Professor, The1975atvb dot Tumblr dot com. Please, have a seat, let me demonstrate the use of a human brain to you all.

What does the rational, mature, sane human being do upon encountering a piece of information and how does one decide whether to accept it as true or not? It's simple really,

Step 1: evaluate the content of the statement. Since you haven't done that yet, let me help you: "Matty has been disinvited from Jack Antonoff's wedding."

Ask yourself the following questions:

Do I know this to be true? No.

How can I go about knowing if it's true or not?

A. Ask Jack Antonoff himself

B. Ask Matty himself

C. Ask Margret (his partner/ soon to be wife)

D. Ask Ask Wedding Planner

E. Ask George, Adam, or Ross.

F. carry out a secret heist to obtain wedding invite list by means of deception and breaches of privacy.

Any other suggestions from the audience? can anyone think of any other means by which we could verify the truth of the statement "Matty has been disinvited from Jack's wedding"? No, y'all sure? think on it for a moment....alright then, we move on to

Step 2: Attempt each option until the statement "Matty has been disinvited from Jack's wedding" has been verified.

Option A. Anyone here a friend of Jack Antonoff and can just call him up and ask? No, aw shucks! too fuckin bad. Movin' along...

Option B. Anyone in a passionate love affair/ friendship with Matty and could ask HIM perhaps? No? that's really too bad.

Option C. Anyone happen to be besties/ cast mates/ acquaintances, etc. with Marget and can personally reach her and ask? No??? :( bummer.

D. Anyone know who her wedding planner is? ok, ok, y'all know where they're getting married? I'm sure if we call the venue and ask, they'll give us the info, cuz that's totally appropriate right? maybe we could ask THEM if Matty's been banned from their venue on the date that Jack and Margret are getting married, how about that? you missed THAT option. You gotta sharpen those critical thinking skills. Lucky for you, I'm a great teacher.

E. Y'all in a menage a trois with George and queen XCX? Anyone here identify as Adam's babysitter? Anyone hear Ross's new gf? No. Fuck, well we only have one option left! I really hope it works out!

F. Does anyone reading this happen to have CIA level training and can get into any home, wedding planning facility, electronic device, or personal documents to retrieve the relevant info and get back to us without getting caught? Yeah....didn't think so either.

Looks like we've struck out! I gotta say, my novice critical thinkers, this aint lookin too good for us.

Step 3: Examine the source of this information. Where does this info come from? It comes from * barfs in mouth* Deumoix *barfs on y'alls shoes*

I hate to ask.... but is DM a trust-worthy source? BUT PROFESSOR! HOW DO I KNOW WHAT TRUSTWORTHY SOURCES ARE?

Excellent question, my darlings. see sources A through F from step 2 where we have already established this.

Is DM any of the above? No.

Who is DM? a group of people who have published unverified, often derogatory information more than a few times, have contradicted and disagreed with each other on occasion due to "conflicting sources." Have admitted to lying in order to get people talking, is known to publish sensationalized, dramatic claims in order to garner attention and engagement at the expense of reality, truth, ethics, etc.

Does DM sound like the sort of source that a human brain should bother with? No.

If something is not verifiable as true, should we discuss it, speculate about it, weigh in with opinions, make up scenarios about why Jack may or may not have disinvited Matty, insinuate that there has been a falling out of this vital friendship? FUCKKKKKK NO.

Should we bring it on this blog? Not unless you're looking for a new lesson in critical thinking.

Hope this helps ❤️❤️

Going back offline cuz I can't deal with the rest of these messages. Bye.

PS EXISTING MESSAGES ABOUT THIS "RUMOR" WILL BE DELETED. THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING. SEE YOU SOONISH

[taintedcraft-ltd]

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Challenges, a fun way to earn yourself a prize, a title or some bragging rights!

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[junkdyke]

ok so here's my situation with the twink who will not leave me the fuck alone.

Backstory, I'm in college, I had a gen ed class and this guy sits next to me (call him P) He always wants to talk with me during breaks, waits for me after class, once he got my IG he'd message me during the class as well. Just very clingy off the bat. I saw him at a party, and he asked if I'd ever wanna hang out. Just really wanted to go out, party, whatever, and at the time I was all about it. Like yeah, let's go to the club, go bar hopping, w/e

Flash forward to The Pajama Party. I live-blogged about this during that time and talked about the situation, talking about P in a very affectionate way at the time. Here's the rundown of everything that happened and where the shitshow begins.

P wants to throw a house party. He has never thrown one before, but he wants to throw a party to "annoy his neighbors". I assume the neighbors are old people that he has beef with. A few days before his party I get an invite for a pajama party from E. E is fairly popular, really well liked and extremely sweet, and he throws parties often. He and his roomies are graduating that weekend, so of course people will want to go. It's the same day as P's party, so I KNEW there was no way in hell people would go to P's over E's. So me being nice, I let P know and tell him "I think you should resched to next week!" I get no acknowledgment from P, he just texts back something irrelevant. Ignored warning. Okay!

Day of the party comes. I go out with some friends, we're having dinner before E's party, and my friend 'S' (who was also in that class with me and P and got similar "we should go out" sentiments from him) and I are talking about P's party. It's revealed that the neighbors he wanted to "annoy" with his party are actually 2 girls that also go to our college, are friends of mine and ONE of them is the ex of one of E's roommates (call her D). This becomes very important later LOL.

In that moment, I get a call thru IG from P. And this mf tells me "Everybody is canceling on me, no one is coming to my party, I'm so pissed cause i already bought snacks, can you give me the address to E's party cause I wanna crash it." So I tell him "i tried to warn you!" but of course i'm thinking there's no harm in having him come to E's party! Let me be nice! So, I give him the deets.

I arrive, he's already there and immediately he's chatting me up, I don't even have a drink yet. He's talking about his party flop, how only 3 people came and left, and tells me that one of his best friends flaked on his party because "she went to have dinner with her bf's parents" and said this with SUCH disdain and an eyeroll as if..prioritizing your partner's parents over a house party is a shitty thing to do? Hm. The party goes on, I'm mingling with different people, and multiple times he comes to find me. At one point I'm having a one on one, and he comes up and says "there you are." But it gets to a point where anywhere that he shows up...everyone dissipates and goes into another room, and I'm doing the same. A girl I met says to me "he kept talking about how rich his parents are and it made me uncomfortable so i left". E's roommates are whispering to each other that he's making people uncomfortable and they're not sure what to do.

Party comes to an end, we go home, P posts on his IG about how the whole ordeal fucked with his mental health and he's gonna have a breakdown. I send him a lil check-in message, see if he's okay. Then I get a DM from one of E's roommates. He says it was good to see me, and he's not sure if I'm the one of invited P but just as a heads up, he made people uncomfortable and in the past he was very close with D (this roommates ex gf/P's neighbor) until he really freaked her out. He didn't give details as to what freaked her out. But continued on just to say that P was not invited in the future, and to watch out for my sake as well. I of course apologized, explain about his party being the same day and i wanted to be nice, and he was understanding, everything was cool. But after that night and how weird P had been, I distanced myself more than I already had (P messaged me constantly and I'd rarely answer even from the start)

Time passes, P constantly spams me with tiktoks and messages, i never reply. At some point he asks "is something wrong, you haven't been replying!" I still don't answer. At 1am, I get a message from S saying "P is asking me why you won't answer him back". Mind you, S and I aren't SUPER close, we're not constantly talking back and forth either. So both of us are extremely weirded out at the fact P is trying to find out through her why I'm not answering. So she and I talk about how weird he's been, and this is where the actual floodgates of "what the fuck" come out.

So the day after E's party, P's neighbors had a party as well (D and her roommate). P was not invited, but knew that S was going so he tried to convince her to get him into the party since she's friends with the hosts. S already knew about the weirdness and his history with those girls, so she didn't get him into the party. At fucking 2am, they're out on the balcony and look down to see P stalking outside the building. Weird enough to do this once...but apparently he has done this before. Multiple times. The reason he wanted to "annoy his neighbors" with a party is because they never invite him to theirs, so he wanted to throw one and not invite them back. Now why did P and his neighbors have a falling out to begin with? What freaked D out so badly? Now I'm taking this with the hugest grain of salt. I still don't fully believe this myself, but never put it past a white man. APPARENTLY...D and her roommate both either saw or knew of P killing small animals for entertainment purposes. Again, HUGE grain of salt, that's some real life serial killer shit that baffles me, I really can't just go ahead and say it's fact. But fuck me, if that wasn't enough to really solidify the weirdness that is this fucking kid.

So anyway! Time passes, P continues to spam me with messages, and continues to ask S why I don't answer. S rarely answers him as well. It's been weeks at this point. I post about my friend passing away, he gives condolences, I hit "Like" on the messages because the sentiments were sweet, but didn't actually write back. S sends me a screenshot of P saying "Sam won't answer back and we were supposed to go party. Ugh and now that her friend died, she's definitely not going to be in the mood to." are you fucking kidding me.

Brings us to last night. I go out to a house party annnnd in walks P. The moment he sees me, he cocks his head and his expression is....almost like "Oh. Well look who's here" a little upset, a little like he's finally caught me. I fucking pound my drink, and I am nice! Very nice, like I always fucking am, I chat with him like nothing ever happened and everything is normal. I'm able to break away throughout the party, but he continuously finds me. At one point I'm outside talking to 2 friends, he comes out, and 30 seconds later, my friends go inside. P says "It seems people always vanish when I show up, I swear I'm cursed". Most of the party goes smooth, he made a few comments hinting at me dodging him, saying "Aren't we still gonna go party? We should go out for pride" and I'm like yeah yeah, of course we should, uh huh, I'm just soooo busy with work yanno and traveling! End of the night, he's leaving and says to me "You know we should really stay in contact. Like REALLY stay in contact cause uh...ya kinda ghosted me!" And I say yeah sorry you know just been busy and he says "Yeah but, even at the end of last semester you....kinda ghosted me." and his tone is not sad, it's not hurt. He's bitter, accusatory, like i'm in the wrong. Like I did something bad, something malicious. Edit: in this moment he also said "oh are you faster with texting? Maybe give me your number?" and I said "AHA i actually think IG is faster i don't really text!" bc no way in fucking hell is he getting my phone number.

This whole time, I never had a say in growing a friendship with this guy, there was never an opportunity for some organic growth. It was like he just decided "you" and made me his friend with all the obligations that come with that. What started as just annoying overbearing clinginess now feels kinda dangerous. Like what happens when I continue to not answer and I see him at another party? I don't want to avoid my friend's gatherings on the chance that he might be there. I don't want to have to hide that I'm going out and didn't invite him. I don't want to be part of this forced 'friendship' that's he's decided I need to be a part of. And I also don't want to hurt his feelings by telling him I do not want to be in contact. Even if I told him, he'd find a way to make me the villain, I'd be in the 'wrong' in his eyes, just like every other person he's complained to me about. Where he stated things as if he was the victim when the whole time I'm thinking the other person was in the right.

So anyway, this has been ongoing for ~2 months and I never expecting things to escalate the way they have. I don't know WHY he is so hung up on me in particular, but I just want to shake him off clean.

#personal #mine #i am always in situations #help #school stuff #anti men #dykeposting

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

Ignis, Sanguis, Imperium

This is an invitation to join a Baldurs Gate 3 verse, spawned by ideas from myself, (my partner) and @galefcrce.

Ignis, Sanguis, Imperium. Fire, Blood, Control.

Lord Astarion stands on the precipice of triumph. Baldurs Gate belongs to him, his fingers stretch from the High Halls, to the dingiest alley. His grip like steel over the citizens. The heroes of Baldurs Gate - those who vanquished the Absolute - are no more. They are puppets... Spawn. They are puppets on his red strings, each turned to form his network in full. His commanders, his advisors, his eyes and ears... They belong to him...

All but a very select few led by a vexatious Tiefling - unable to be bitten when he had the chance. They must be destroyed, or turned...and if they must murder friends and foe to get to him.

So be it.

Will you obey your Master and bring the one you once called friend to his feet? To join your ranks? Will you fight against Astarion's grip and try to gain your own freedom? Can you convince him to stop this evil? Will you, Astarion, be victorious? Or doomed to follow the path once walked by Cazador? What does your soul say?

TL;DR This verse takes place when Ascended Astarion has chosen to turn the companions he travelled with into Spawn. Gale, Shadowheart, Halsin, Wyll and Lae'zel (and the dragon she commands) have all been turned. They knew him, trusted him... They were overpowered. Karlach returned to Faerûn after just over a year of tackling the Hells and Zariel's forge - her heart finally able to be controlled. Ready to be broken. Astarion welcomes her, thinking he finally has another Commander for his vastly growing army. She resists, able to control her hearts intensity and scolds any that try. She has to flee, her friends are not lost yet... She has other allies. She can find even more.

More details under the cut, but if you would like to join us, or have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask! The comments and my DMs are open, I also have a Discord upon request! The story is flexible, Origin characters are still themselves they just have another layer to consider. Tav and Durge's are more than welcome, and can choose to be Free or a Spawn so they can explore which side they want to be on.

Inspired by the Ascended Astarion Origin ending, where Astarion ponders killing his 'friends' so they cannot rise against him, I asked my partner a curious question. "What if he made them his Spawn instead? Began his army with powers he knows all too well?"

We spoke at great length about what he could do, how it could play out as a one-shot. Ideas I spoke to @galefcrce about, who also expanded it. Between us, 'Ignis, Sanguis, Imperium' was created.

Naturally this verse is very canon-divergent, just a very dark ending/expansion. It has been just over a year since the Absolute fell. Astarion's powers have grown so much since then, the corruption corroding his core. He has made Baldur's Gate his play thing, a city so vulnerable hardly resisted. But he needed the numbers to keep it within his net.

Gale was the first to turn. Oh so trusting...so loving. Astarion already had him to hand, it was oh so easy to drain him, turn him. Wait for him to return from his death. Do not be afraid, Gale, you are the start of a new reign - a new age. And you will not be alone for long...

It took time to gather the others. They wander, they settle away from the Gate. He invites them and waits so patiently. Some he may have to trick, but they show. They are welcomed, fed, watered, rested. They are at home here, for they shall never leave. He waits for them to be their most vulnerable. If they resist - and he is so sure they will - Gale is there with his helping hand. Of course he helps...he has no choice. No matter what those tears say.

He has his commanders, his powerful allies that all of the Gate look up to. Whom they trust. The citizens would follow them to the flames if they could - to Astarions embrace... The Gates are fallen. A thick, heavy fog blankets over the city to house Astarion's many children.

Oh his Spawn do push him. They fight back, they are so incredibly ungrateful...rude. Lessons are taught. They have to be. They need to learn how powerless they really are. He is no mere Vampire, he is the Vampire ASCENDED and they will know that. They will know how it is to be utterly powerless, and they will worship the ground he stands upon - appreciate the kindness he has shown them by not allowing them to die.

His eyes tell him of a sudden guest. His ears whisper stories of a known Tiefling. Karlach has returned home... Her trials in Avernus won as she overpowers those at Zariel's forge to fix her infernal engine. Fix it, they could not, but they have calmed it. She is in full control of her flames for the first time in over a decade. She can return to Faerûn at last. She is as light as air, but the fear is thick. As she travels her way closer to the City, she hears the anguish, the tales of how the Gates has fallen to the hands of a tyrant. Her home needs saving yet again.

She could not possibly imagine what she finds as she is, strangely enthusiastically, os welcomed at the bridge. The fog blocks out the sun, the streets eerily quiet. But her friends welcome her. She is elated to see them, embracing them all but they feel....cold. Their happiness seems false, strained. Were things truly that bad? All the same, she is invited to Lord Astarion's estate - a building she recognises as Cazadors just a year ago. It hasn't changed much, but he certainly has.

All seems well at first, albeit awkward. She eats her fill and takes comfort in the plush bed she has been given. She spends night after night feeling increasingly uneasy. What has happened to her beloved friends to treat her so nervously? As if trying to say something their mouths could not.

She is invited to the ballroom - a celebratory feast has been prepared to congratulate her on her return to the Gate. She feels reluctant but...these are her greatest friends. Astarion doesn't sound right, but it has been some time. Surely that's all it is.

She cannot move her body...Spells are thrown at her from every direction - from familiar hands. She is knocked prone and held in place against her will. Karlach fails to even scream as Astarion stands over her, ruby eyes glinting maliciously. Welcome home, he hisses, fangs bared.

Karlach breaks free just enough to try and slither back - enough for her panic and horror to alight her licking flames once again. Flared and ferocious. Despite being returned to her struck-down state, she is untouchable. Astarion has recoiled, furious. He tells her of his grand plan, that if she just played along she would have a home with them always. She is their beloved companion after all, they have been waiting for her for so long. They need her help bringing Tav/Durge home too, so they can all be together again. The Gate will never suffer again under his rule - all she has to do is let her turn him...

Maybe some time will help her come to her senses. An Arcana enriched cell deep underground should do the trick. Astarion has all the time in the world to let her whittle her hope down to nothing... If it weren't for one thing. He is not the only one in this House...

Shaking, terrified and regretful, Gale has dropped the key that only he has of Karlach's cage. He was trusted by Astarion - a trust that Gale may come to regret losing. Gale can no longer stand back and let this happen to anyone else. He was overpowered, but not entirely powerless. Karlach is guided out of Astarion's Estate with a new fight brewing on the horizon.

She must gather those Astarion has not yet claimed, Tav's, Durge's, powerful allies and free her friends. Imprison them if she can. But it is inevitable she would have to bring Astarion down...or force his hand to free them completely. Would she be able to do so when the time came? This was no devil, no Zariel...this was once her closest friend. Was he even in there still, like Gale and the others? Can he be saved from this too?

All the while, Astarion prunes himself in the mirror. Vexed, but not giving up on his prize just yet. Smiling, he welcomes the challenge. All the while his reflection seems to be screaming...sobbing. But he has already turned away, smothering what little care he had left as far down as it could be pushed.

He has a battle to prepare for...

#ooc; ~mama k~ #v; ~ignis sanguis imperium~ #baldurs gate rp #bloodweave #bg3 rp #ascended astarion

[algesalges]

Vers Moi: Part 10

Chamber x Reader

Intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Masterlist

Warnings: Angst with comfort, fluff, nightmares, nonsexual nudity, being judged, pls dm if I am missing any and pls ENJOY

P.S

I have to thank sticky note for saving this chapter, honestly I think it was the wifi that crashed when I was writing this, but phewwww its back.

You finally find out that the package was not even a package in the first place, instead it was a woman. Her name was Neon, or Tala Nicole Dimaapi Valdez on your report. You and Sage made sure she was well settled and you took a liking to her upbeat personality. At first she was shy and timid but soon as Phoenix greeted the new agent headquarters became a more welcoming place where she could call home.

You asked Chamber why he was assigned, answering with, "We are acquaintances before, Brim insisted she'd join". Which was true Killjoy was the most infatuated, which may have imposed a bit of discomfort towards the newbie, but she was quick and agile. She can shoot bolts and much more! So of course Kj must have a look at her.

Brim seemed a bit more at ease with the new agent around, meaning more security was around. He lowered work hours and less paperwork, so you could give a tour to the new agent around. You toured her in training and workout areas, the dining area, pool, garden etc. She seemed amazed by how large the headquarters can be without including the agents personal rooms and labs. 

Tala started to feel a bit more comfortable, since you were like the guidance counsellor of Valorant, making sure everything lands in order. At the end of the tour you led Tala back to her room where she could settle,

"oh yeah Jett and Sage invited you to workout with them, don't worry Jett only competes with Yoru and Phoenix".

She giggled at the comment and agreed, you wished her a goodnight. It was only 7pm although she must still be feeling jet lag and so does Chamber, when he came back he chose not to sleep instead to indulge you. Although you appreciated his gesture. Speaking of which he must be dwindling in the lab on new designs or doing business calls. 

You head back to your office while along the way pick up Liam (Brim) some food, knowing he is still under some pressure. 

You open the doors, surprisingly seeing Cypher and Sabine around Brim, you slowly start to back out of the room but Brim waved you permission. You slowly place the sandwich on the edge of his desk. Cypher continued his speech, "I am just trying to say this is not like my other enemies, this one has a knack for this".

Viper conquered Cypher's statement. 

"What do you propose"? Sabine asks gently.

You look up to the concealed man,

"Deploy me and Sova, we will need time to track this person".

Brim grunted, "You deploy tomorrow then, I need this to be back in order".

Cypher nodded off and went out the doors.

"y/n prepare to deploy them, and send headquarters in code yellow".

"yes sir", you hurried back to your desk processing the jet’s info and loading in the code. Code yellow was only used if anyone was at stake meaning they should not leave headquarters for any reason whatsoever. Viper mentioned a hacker of some sort being able to track down sensitive information onto the agents, which was threatening knowing that the culprit was able to identify personal moments, information, and location on the agents. This frightened you as well knowing you were defenceless towards enemies only an ally to your team. 

Soon after you sent out a meom you got numerous messages from friends who were in the blue of the situation asking what was the matter, you said you'd explain it later tonight at the living hall. You finished up checking the jet's vitals, and led Sova and Cypher to the smaller jett knowing they were just two. You waved them goodbye as they departed. You finished up last of your paperwork and Brim actually headed to bed before you. You wished him goodnight and finished your last duties. You went back into your bedroom to change into some pjs before heading to the living area, try to become  a bit more comfortable since it was late into the night. You started to take off your blouse and felt some hands sneak around your waist. He seemed be having a little groove while humming a melody. He kissed you by the neck spinning you around, he seemed to be dancing a little salsa, classic guy.  You laugh at his little antic, he sways you around, dipping you but keeping you in his arms. He planted a kiss mid dip. He pulled you back up removing your blouse kissing your neck.

"nuh huh mr, I have to attend to the living area", you smirk while pulling away. He frowns,

"can they not wait"? He wraps his arms around tummy as he kisses your bare shoulder.

"Of course it's important, they need to be informed".

He groans against your skin.

"What about mine?".

He giggled brushing him off, turning to give him a quick peck. You open your closet detaching your bra and throwing it in the hamper, Chamber gives you a quick whistle, that you scoff off. He plants himself on the bed waiting for you to continue your show.

"I don't think I continue with an audience". You laugh.

"hmmmm, I don't think you minded the audience when I strip-"

"OKOkok".

"Turn away".

"ha pardon"?

"You heard me".

He scoffs, you hear the bed shift 

"I don't understand, you have the most beautiful body I ever seen, attached to the most beautiful person".

Your face shys away while giggling. You remove your tights and skirt, becoming completely nude. You shuffle around the wardrobe trying to find a nice pair of pjs to wear. Usually you just sleep naked with a shirt and undies, but the protocol insistes some modesty  around other agents. 

You get a soft pair of sweats and a tank along with a cardigan.

"How much longer is this torture is going to take"?

"Stop being such a drama queen, I'm done".

 He plops himself at the edge of the bed, looking at you with puppy eyes. You could not ignore him when presenting himself so adorably. You walk up to him giving him a peck, he tries to engage a more searing kiss to which you denied him. He whines as you walk to the door. You blow a kiss leaving him hopeless.

You walk towards the living area, coincidently find Neon.

"What are you doing up"?

She pulled up her phone showing the alert.

You hit your face forgetting completely that Tala was in the protocol as well. You apologise and lead her to the living area. 

There sat Kj, Raze, Jett and Phoenix. 

You introduced everyone and sat yourself on one of the large bean bag chairs. "So you may be wondering why an alert was sent. There has been a security breach." Phoenix's brows furrowed. 

"Do not worry no one is guilty here, but someone has been able to receive sensitive information, meaning we must stay in headquarters until the issue is handled".

"Whose handling it", Raze asks.

"Cypher and Sova".

Kj in a thought process, "someone is behind all of this".

"I guess"?

Everyone knows that Cypher and Sova are excellent at tracking individuals when it comes down to a singular person. This stressed the group since this person must've been powerful enough, meaning a one man job.

Jett broke the ice talking about something different, everyone started conversing even Neon, you were glad they took the information so calmly. The situation is more dire than they think, especially with Brim worried. 

You yawned and excused yourself for the night, others wishing you a goodnight. You opened the door to your room seeing no one in sight. You slide yourself into bed, you check your phone earning messages astra, Reyna and Skye are being recruited back to the protocol due to shortage of agents. Knowing that there are still rogue Radianites and the black market on the loose working for government officials. Surely you will have to be welcoming their arrival in 2 days. Reyna is like the vip of the protocol being a sort of governess back to her home country. Skye is a ranger back at her home and Asta with the most beautiful powers. 

You place your phone on the charger pad and lay down. You watch the luminescence of the lamp, you feel tired but awake. Something bad is happening and you just can't put your finger on it. 

You shut off the lamp and lay down to sleep, Chamber is probably doing late night calls in his room and you'll surely see him in the morning. 

You shuffle out of bed, a growing pain in your abdomen. You walk out in the hall seeing Brim standing furiously outside. He looks down on you with crossed arms Jett and Phoenix look like hurt children in the corner. Viper and Sage looking down on you in disgust. Brim started yelling, you couldn't hear anything everything was inaudible. You turn back looking at Phoenix and Jett who are tearing up. You see Yoru walking past you, bumping shoulders giving you a cold shoulder. Looking back to see Brim spitting in your face pointing a finger at you. Where is Chamber? What is happening?

You jolt up awake, panting. You glared at your clockseeing it it 4 am. A bad dream, or nightmare. No clue on what this meant, the pain, the silence, the yelling, being looked down upon from your peers? Nothing made sense, you felt so alone. You crawled out of bed, you walked out of your room heading towards Chamber's room. You opened the door trying to make as little noise as possible. You see that he is under the covers softly breathing. You pull up one side of the cover trying to slide under. Vincent stirs awake, "What are you doing here mon ange"?

You didn't answer, instead you just burst into tears. Afraid and tired Vincent sits up and brings you down with a hug. His arms wrapped around you, one hand petting your hair, hushing you. He didn't need to ask what happened, you've been stressed about the whole affair. It finally got to you when you were most weak, the worry and the risk. He laid you down, he rested on top, he peppered your face with kisses, he relaxed you giving small actions of love.

"I love you y/n, I promise to keep you safe", giggling at you hiccups

You looked back up to him with pearly eyes,

"I love you too Vincent"

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I've been holding off from talking about this absolute mess with my abuser. But I feel like there's something we can all learn from here. This isn't a call out but more of an explanation of shit that happened last year. Let's start around October 10th 2022. Where the signs started to become more noticeable.

On 10/10/22. I went to see who is now my gf that I love a lot. To visit her during a time when a lot of my friends were moving out of state and I was going to be lacking people to see around me.

I've told this person. That I had a crush on this person, because at the time. They were considered a sister to me.

It was all fine and dandy. But for more context, I was invited to a s/platoon server that was still a WIP at the time. And I was basically invited for early access. This person wasn't going to get invited yet.

After that. They told me that they were paranoid. There is another similar incident to this that happened when I was with my IRL friend group during the release of splat/3. and I had to explain that I had irl friends around me that wanted to play because There can only be 4 people in a turf match for a team.

After explaining they took it out of proportion,

But let's get to the nitty gritty. Where the ball actually started rolling.

On october 25th 2022. I received notice that a person who has caused me issues in the past (now resolved dw we are chill) came back. And I didn't know how to handle it. and my body took went into trauma response mode. and it didn't help I wasn't home. and I was with my friends.

and it's true. they were like this. on VC when I talked about how excited I was to interact with a Shiver. And when I told them about it. they basically told me "don't tell me this. I'll get jealous."

And since then I approached a few of my friends. And my therapist about this situation. I was told to start setting up boundaries and I did... I went invisible for 24 hours to get some space. And during a DND session, I was given this.

And after that. they proceeded to get A BUNCH OF MY FRIENDS. AND MY GF WAS INVOLVED WITH THIS.

I tried to resolve this peacefully that I can. That I asked one of my unfortunate friends who got dragged into this to help be a messenger.

now ask yourself? did this get better? because to be a nice person that I can be. I explained that I would go back to talking to them once things getter better for me. and I'm feeling better.

Did it get better?

Absolutely not!!!

And for someone who has brought my gf into this. and a rp buddy of mine into this. You really shot yourself in your own foot there.

Now I'm going to no cover everything that happened after that. But I will explain the rest in DMs.

So what can we learn from this? BOUNDARIES ARE ABSOLUTELY IMPORTANT AND DON'T INVALIDATE A PERSON'S FEELINGS???

There's probably more I missed but this person doesn't use tum/blr anymore and I seeking closure by explaining the shit that happened for 2 months

#◤ 🦕 〉 Out of the Blue ◥ #// ask to tag

[loz-untold-myths]

UNTOLD MYTHS

A collection of Legend of Zelda fanprojects (stories, art, hypothetical game mechanics). Expand for info + links to first chapters of storylines. (AO3)

About:

Untold Myths is a blog for me to post all sorts of my little LoZ-related ideas just to get used to that sort of thing. There's so many of them that I couldn't name the blog after just one, so I made a collective name for the group of ideas I'll be showing here.

This fun little "project", if you could call it that, is sort of like a practice run for actual game making in the future. It's also a way for me to share the same fan made LoZ iterations I've been drawing for quite some time. Some of them are connected in certain ways, some not.

Some stories will be longer than others.

If you aren't one of those people obsessed with the Zelda timeline, that's fine! That isn't a main focus here. If you are, then I will specify that Untold Myths features stories based all over the place. Some are in the same general continuities as the games, having had similar events play out (although not always exactly the same), and others are alternative timelines from the very beginning.

Background:

For the last three years or so, I've really gotten into making games. And given I've always loved The Legend of Zelda, it was only inevitable that these two obsessions would converge at one point. I have been sketching and writing out ideas for little LoZ fan games for a while now, and I am finally ready to post some of them!

That being said, some ideas (I really gotta find a better word for them since they're fan games but I likely won't ever actually program them or share them because Nintendo might not appreciate that) are more developed than others, but they'll all have names to differentiate their stories and such.

What you'll see:

Concepts for hypothetical LoZ fangames or comics.

Doodles, sketches, character art, etc of said ideas.

Small writings or comics relating to these ideas.

Theoretical game mechanics for the fun of it.

Tons of LoZ AUs or ATs, basically. I really like making character-driven stuff or whatever is fun to draw.

For anyone who is a fan of Zelink or just ships in general, there's... Going to be a lot (but I try not to make it overtake actual plot or character elements).

Whatever other nonsense comes to mind at like 3 AM.

If there are any questions, the asks are open to be answered at any time! There is also a Discord server. If you would like an invitation, DM @nocturnalfandomartist.

(I may edit this post as questions come up).

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Untold Myths:

Most have yet to release but are in progress! The majority will feature both art and stories, but some may just be one or the other. This could always change. MASTER POSTS IN PROGRESS!!!

The Mage's Lantern (Story + Art) Ao3/Tumblr

Hyrule has been cursed with eternal storms by a vengeful mage. A young boy follows a familiar voice to a spirit who may just be able to help him, and they join Princess Zelda in a quest to save her father.

Stone Fate (Story + Art) Ao3

Master Post

Two children are raised in New Haven, a sanctuary hidden beyond the mist of Lost Woods. One is raised by the children of the forest, and the other by lights who tend to keep their distance. When the childhood friends find that their home is threatened by one who has breached the mystical barrier of the forest, they must take action; and risk losing everything they have ever known.

Master Post

Falling Into Place (SF Pre-Story) Ao3/Tumblr

A collection of short stories that take place before Stone Fate.

Fable of Hyrule (Art) Tumblr

Original Announcement Post

The Dark World (Comic + Art) Tumblr

Princess Zelda follows her brother to a forbidden site, where the evil spirits of the world were sealed 1,000 years ago. Upon her arrival, there is a crack in the seal that allows a malicious creature to drag her in. Left in the unknown with only more questions than answers, Zelda must navigate The Dark World: a realm beyond time where every being in sight wants her dead.

Original Halloween Announcement Post

Low-quality practice sketches

Sages of Hyrule (Art)

Original Announcement Post

Original Dore and Mekar Intro

Story Concept Art (1)

Link and Dore

The Echoes of Hyrule (Art)

Original Idea Concept Art

Will of the Spirit

First-Posted Concept Art

Wilting Heart

The Dream Spinner

(Stories without links still have their Chapter 1 in progress).

Misc

New Designs (1)

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