#but this system sure is one way to deal in the short term
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love foolish
minatozaki sana x f!reader
sum: doing sana’s laundry is a good deed while she’s out working, but you had better ideas for her when she gets home.
cw: smut ; degrading ; cursing ; praise
a/n: i wasn't there when we first saw sana in that baseball jersey years ago, but i'm glad as hell that i was for the second time she wore it again.
sana’s apartment greets you in a hollowed darkness once you insert the key past the knob that you picked up from the mailbox next to the door. intrusive or invading weren’t the right terms to describe your actions, but here you were strolling in sana’s shared space with you anyway.
besides, you preferred her spacious queen bed over the shitty mattress you morphed around back at your dorm. it also occurred that the notion of moving in with her wasn’t brought up to this point, but your clothes and toothbrush already made their home here, so might as well.
when your bags and shoes hit the hardwood floor, steering your way to the couch, you sent her a quick text to let her know that you were waiting for her to get out of work and her batting practice, to which she responds with a simple voice memo of her lovely voice followed by a string of hearts.
you could say that you’re spoiled for sana. she works at what she does on the campus and her job, but her sport side of softball. the scheduling was a challenge to work around, but you and her made it work. it’s a fair trade of cooking, making sure you and her are getting the right amount of love and care, and the biggest plus was that she communicates her feelings with no lie, all truth.
sana gives everything to her endeavors, so the least you can do to help support her is by keeping her home clean, make the delicious food that you know that makes her hum like a little kid, and deal with the laundry.
a quick glance over to her bean bag was a pile of clothes that had a half full basket sitting next to it. her coffee table had one of many hydroflasks, because she tends to forget one or the other if she’s in a rush. not to your surprise, you smile at the thought of her leaving her bright purple one before she left for work earlier today.
the sweet aroma of the apartment was filled with sana's soap and fabric softener, the mix of daisies and lavender filling your nose when you plop down onto the couch. it’s only by instinct - or muscle memory for that matter when you pick up the clothes one at a time to fold them. sana had a set system of organizing which clothes go to which: sweets and pants were the first, then shorts for around the house, the assortment of underwear (panties specifically because you know well that sana doesn’t like to wear bras), shirts, hoodies, the more fancier choices of dress shirts and dress alike, and lastly, her softball jerseys.
sana has a few jerseys for the collegiate team that she plays with, but she also has a few from soccer and basketball teams as well. once finished with folding, you took the different stacks into the bedroom, filing them neatly into the drawers of her dresser. when you got to the jerseys, one slips from your hand and drops to the floor.
dealing with the drawers by closing them, you pick up the unfolded one on the floor, staring at her name printed in big bolded letters. your eyes started to drift around the design of the stripes of red and black, gliding over to the full length mirror that was next to his door, looking at your reflection through the sunlight.
with the formulation of some thoughts, you rub your legs together while trapping your bottom lip with the upper row of your teeth.
this was an easy decision, one that you didn’t have to think twice about when you stripped yourself from your clothes, completely naked with your erect nipples bursting through the fabric’s appearance.
grabbing your phone from the dresser, you start by sitting on the far corner of her bed, snapping a few photos with the unbuttoned jersey covering your boobs. then, you sat down on the floor to take a couple more pictures, spreading your legs wide enough to expose your cunt and parting both sides of the jersey to show your boobs. you then turn around, putting your feet together as a cushion for your ass, snapping a few more clicks while the jersey wrapped around your small figure.
sana’s gonna have so much fun when she loses her shit over these.
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while that was happening, sana was at her desk, leaning back on her chair once she submitted the last files to jihyo to help prepare for the school’s cultural festival showcase. she then peeks over to the space next to her seeing that nayeon and momo were playing a game of sticks in which momo loses out of frustration, rubbing her head with her hands while nayeon laughed.
days like these tend to go by fast, though sana can’t help but yawn after doing less than what she was working with a few days ago. not a single thing from today was productive enough to keep herself occupied. within the last hour, she’s watched her softball game highlights for probably the fourth time today, about to be the fifth if jihyo doesn’t get back to her soon.
a quick glance of the clock on her monitor only shows that she has a little bit over an hour and a half before she could go to get some batting in and then come home to you. had you been busy, sana would’ve tossed herself out the third floor window just to make today entertaining.
manifestation works in so many weird ways, and by the grace of timing, sana couldn’t keep the smile of your name coming up on her phone.
you: i’m at the apartment! i also did the laundry for you :)
sana: you’re the best beb <3 i was actually gonna take care of the laundry myself when i get back
you: i did a little bit more than that
sana: huh
you: (attachment: 12 images)
sana actually almost fell back when the photos popped up in her texts. her mouth was open at the sight of that first picture before she looked up to see if anyone had seen her act like this. you’re good with antics, almost on par with how sana acts from time to time, but you could never beat her in a competition like this.
on the other end, you smirk after noticing that sana had read the message, imagining how sana would be shaking her head to hide her panic. leaning back against bed and spreading your legs even further apart, you let your hand slide down to your folds, teasing your lips at the thought of sana losing her mind leaving you dripping.
sana tried her best to keep her mind straight, gripping her hand along her thigh to the point where her veins were popping out. she can’t stop imagining bending you over this desk in front of her, or riding her thigh in that damn jersey is filling up her brain.
she’s pissed, and now that she’s fueled by this, sana leans forward to put on her heels, standing up soon after to walk over to the room next door, “if jihyo asks me where i went, tell her i had to take five.” she tells momo and nayeon, both nodding in unison before getting back to their game of rock, paper, scissors.
stomping to the bathroom, sana gets into the nearest unoccupied stall, closing it and undoing her tie that’s under the vest, unbuttoning her dress shirt from the collar and then her pants. sana then reaches for her phone with the free hand, while the other was occupied in between her legs.
sana: you’re fucking crazy if you’re gonna send pics while i’m at work.
you: i already know that you’re saving them, aren’t you?
sana: baby, i’m the only one who gets to see you that way. nobody else.
you: uh oh
you: (attachment: 2 videos)
sana clicks on the video, seeing your fingers spreading your folds apart, glistening against the glow from the windows that beammed inside to give better lighting.
sana was seething, already having you on speed dial while pressing the phone between her ear and shoulder, the call going to voicemail on the first attempt. “this bitch is a whore,” she grumbles out before redialing, and you don’t hesitate to answer the second time.
“hi babe,” you say with a shaky voice.
“drop it,” sana growled, her hand palming her pussy over her underwear at your voice, “you really thought it’d be a good idea to send me fucking nudes while i’m working?”
it was so easy to tell how wet and needy sana was to fuck you up. the way that her voice sounded, you could already assume that she’s trying to deal with the problem as well. so you kept circling your fingers over your clit while your cunt reflexively clenched around the air, “sounds like you’re enjoying it, aren’t you sha?”
sana lowers her panties just a bit, licking her three fingers before rubbing her clit slightly, “so slutty, making me want to do something about it.”
her ear hears the sound of you softly moaning over her harsh words, slipping a finger inside yourself while the moans make their way to sana’s ears again.
“are you touching yourself? you better not be y/n, i swear to god.” she snaps, rubbing herself faster. sana became so angry and horny to the point that she may be skipping some lines in the script. she wanted nothing else but to be her fingers rubbing your clit, sliding, and pounding them in and out of your fuck hole.
“what are you gonna do about it, then?” you sigh, letting an inch of your finger inside yourself again.
“don’t, stop, just—” sana’s tripping up over her demands, “just stop trying to do any of that as punishment for sending me pics while i’m working.”
sana couldn’t help to admit that this was actually hot. even when your bratty behavior was gonna send her up the fucking wall in more than five ways. “i’m warning you, keep that shit up and you’ll see what happens.”
“and what then?” you asked again, licking your lips while smiling.
“you bitch, i swear–”
you cut her off by pushing two fingers into your cunt, gasping.
“are you fucking touching yourself again? you better not be.” sana asks again, growling.
all you did was giggle, then hang up afterwards.
now you pissed sana off.
sana slides her hand out of her panties, fingers moving at hyperspeed in a fit, spamming you with messages about the bratty behavior you just displayed, but stopped to see another photo and video that you sent to her.
the photo first made her fist and jaw clench. her softball jersey was now pulled up over your boobs, nipples out in full while your legs were spread wider, nearly splitting, with your second and third fingers all the way into your pussy.
a brat is what you are.
when sana swipes for the video, it’s so much worse. the sound of you mewling loudly as you rubbed your clit in a clockwise motion, letting them slowly dip between your legs, soaking up the juices seeping out, you were lathering yourself up while some of the remnants dripped over onto the bed sheets and staining them.
sana had cleaned her bed just yesterday, you really were a fucking brat.
after that, sana inserted her fingers into her mouth to get them more slicked, rubbing up her cunt at a faster pace from the thought of your video, her head drops back against the stall, biting down on her collar while texting you with her left hand.
sana: you’re fucking done for
you: oh?
sana: you heard me.
you: what are you gonna do?
sana: you’ll see
sana: keep doing that to yourself and watch what happens.
tossing the phone away, you smiled at the successful task of getting sana aggressively ready, slipping on your white panties back up your legs from the floor.
sana stops herself before she could let the desires get to her head, the relief of cumming won’t be the solution. she swipes through the photos and the couple videos you sent her, watching over and over of how slicked you were. she could stay here for a few more minutes and take care of her problem, but she already was ahead with what’s coming later. so, she made the picture of you with her jersey name on the back as her wallpaper, cropped up to the half where it didn’t expose your ass before getting out of the bathroom.
she still had a way to go though, work wasn’t done yet and sana still had to hit the batting cages. the workday was already going to be productive after hours, but sana had to practice her patience. little did you realize that sana felt like she lost. the fact that you didn’t listen to her? making her more horny? as a matter of fact, you made her so mad while being bratty when she’s busy? once sana has you in her sights, it’s game over. she may have been gentle with you before, but the fire that’s spread was too much to handle.
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the small crackle of the pan for tonight’s dinner filled up the kitchen while you scoured the cupboards for a few more ingredients to put in the spaghetti and meatballs. you looked over at the analog clock at the corner learning into the living room to see that sana had probably got off to practice, keeping in mind of the delicious meal that she’ll eat when she gets back.
well, that would be the case–
if sana hadn’t skipped her batting session with the team.
she carefully made her way inside, ensuring that no sound was heard from the doorknob or her shoe when she slipped them off. quietly, almost like a serial killer about to finish the job, she creeps her way to the counter to see that your back was turned facing her.
sana made her way to the bedroom. thankfully, the door was open and it only took her a few seconds to slip out of her pants, keeping on her dress shirt with her tie and leaving her lower regions only covered by her underwear. tip-toeing back out towards the kitchen, she could hear you softly hum to the song that was playing from your phone, her eyes caught with the small shake from your hips.
you were lightly head bopping, not giving a care for any outside interruptions. just simply cooking in the most domestic way possible, it was cute.
sana showered you with love. the sight of you doing everything in all the right checkmarks made her forgive you for a slight second. she could just walk up and act like nothing happened, let you off just this once with what you did, but the white panties and one of sana’s oversized shirts pulled her back to reality, and sana bit her lip with what was going to happen.
a small clink of the empty plate hitting granite was soft until you felt a pair of hands touch you from behind. the right hand slithering to your neck while the left hand was caressing your ass. you lean your head back to feel sana’s perfect nose against the side of your face.
your breath stops for a second when sana plants a kiss to the spot behind your ear, her right hand now caressing the other cheek of your ass, fingertips fiddling with the fabric that’s holding your hole captive from sana. she flips you over to the small kitchen island across you two, body against the cold surface when you feel her chest flush with your back, her hot breath in your ear again, “trying to be the good girl by cooking up dinner?”
sana grins against your face when she hears you let out a whine, “sa, why are you back so–”
“skipped the batting session, need some other things to pitch after work.”
her pitch being the punishment that she promised to give you. the slick that was leaking out of you stained your panties, the beat of your heart rapidly increasing while your mind was trying to think of the different combinations of what sana was going to do to you. you also felt her bare leg against your thigh, and she still had her dress shirt and tie, unbuttoned and everything.
sana lets her hand trail down your back, her right hand caressing your ass before looping around to skate your clit with the lightest touch. she clicks her tongue when she feels the first hints of wetness soak her fingertips. to be fair, you got yourself fucking soaked. building up to this was already skipped, and sana was furious.
“what did i say about touching yourself?” she growled, biting lightly down on your neck that made you moan more loudly, “you could’ve had the easy way out if you listened to me.”
it could’ve been so easy, but that wasn’t your style. backing up your ass against her, she shoots her hands to your hips, “don’t do that. you don’t get to fucking move.”
all you had to do was obey, keeping your body to the best of your ability, resisting the urge to rub your thighs together in anticipation for what’s about to happen. sana slides down from your body, eyes drifting to your white lace panties, seeing the damp spot at the center, all for her.
slipping out of your panties was too much of a hassle, even if it was for only a few seconds. she didn’t want to have fun taking her time, tearing away the garment that fills the sound of the kitchen.
“sana!” you exclaimed, trying to get off of the counter, only to feel sana’s large hand right on the part below your neck, pressing your cheek onto the glossy surface again, “those were my favorite pair!”
“too bad, don’t care,” sana coos, rubbing her thumb in circles on one of the balls of your spine, as her other pairs of fingers slid down to your cunt, “that’s what happens when you act like a little bitch while i was gone. i told you not to move, that’s strike two now.”
“f-fuck,” you groan out barely while sana finally gets to work. she circled her fingers fastly over your clit, taking everything in your body to not moan out due to the stimulation. sana liked it when she hears you cry for her, but take that away and you’re doubling down on acting like a brat.
sana also doubled down, she was already aware that you’d probably hold yourself back those lovely sounds she wanted to hear all for getting back at her. it’s unlucky that she knows how your body is in every way, how to get you running, the way her hands and mouth have you chanting at the top of your lungs, begging her to stop for the whole floor to hear.
she slides her hand up your back, wrapping it in your hair before yanking back, pulling you up that made you yelp out in pain, chuckling at the response. “you wanna be like a brat for me, huh? this is all your doing by the way.”
the demeanor starts to lose its effect while sana’s long fingers continue to pepper your clit, mouth filled with all the worse things about how much of a slut you were, a whore, how stupid it was for you to act the way that you did with her today.
“sa,” you whine again, body tensing as sana removed her fingers away from your pussy, the climax swiped away from you. second nature for you, moving your own fingers down to the heat to get yourself off, only for sana to grab your hand away, shoving you back onto the countertop, arms behind your back while you struggled for breath.
“no,” she groaned, moving your hips up more so that your feet are dangling from the hardwood floor. “dumb bitches don’t deserve to cum, not when they don’t listen the first time.”
you struggle, trying to set yourself free against the surface, “sa, please. i’m sorry.”
sana smiles, that devilish one tugging the corners of her lips while her upper and bottom ones just stay still. she finally got to you.
“yeah?” she whispers again, taking her fingers and lining them up to your cunt, “what was that? you’re sorry now?”
nodding, hand clutching to her free wrist. you wanted her big hands to be inside you so bad that you’d be willing to beg for it, apologize for your sins if it meant that you get what you wanted.
sana lets her fingertips in slowly, “i can’t hear you, slut. are you sorry?”
“yes, i’m sorry.” panting, breath shackled under the pressure of sana’s hand on your back. “please, i’m sorry for being a fucking brat.”
you only hear a hum, she’s pondering if your apology was good enough for you to be let off the hook, “i’ll take it, but you’ll still get this treatment for today.” she says, sliding her fingers all the way in, curling just at the first knuckle past the fingernails. this causes you to stutter a string of ‘yeses’ from the feeling of her filling your sorry cunt up.
sana then slides your hips a bit back so that she can wrap her other hand over to your clit, both hands and fingers working simultaneously as the pressure slowly starts to build up right off the bat. you’re letting out louder moans, saliva slipping out trying to get the hair out of your mouth.
“can’t hear you baby,” sana groans, biting her lip. “open up that pretty mouth of yours.”
this only makes you moan even louder, your walls clenching around her two fingers, and she ramps up the pace. you feel the same coil in your stomach building up, sputtering words that were saying that you were close, and sana stops her movements suddenly.
you let your knees hit the cabinets below you, breathing uncontrollably and sana just laughs, “i told you. dumb sluts don’t get to cum.” and your eyes meet hers, dark contrasting with light, sana over you, like it was meant to be.
she continued to edge you, hands moving at the same pace that got you up to your high, reminding you over and over that this was what happens when you fuck around and find out. that release you fantasized about while leaking over her bed sheets being taken away that you wanted so much.
you could feel tears coming out from your eyes, meeting hers again to only see that she’s blown out, lust filled to the brim. sana was losing her mind over you, those pretty eyes that could leave you flustered in any normal scenario, sobs and tears from your face making her grin more at you.
“okay, i think you deserve it.” sana says with a whisper, kissing the small of your back. “cum for me sweetie, cum all over my fingers.”
sana loved teasing and edging you to no avail, the control was thrilling for her. she basked in the sight of ruining you to nothing but mush.
“fuck, yes baby,” sana moans out when you finally clench around her fingers, moving her other fingers on your clit with no shortage of slowing down. she could feel the click seeping out to her fingers, sliding them out to see them soaked in your arousal, licking them clean before she rubs your hips to soothe the ache slightly.
then she flips you over.
hands darting for the underside of your knees, lifting them up above her head before you felt the flat of her tongue get that first lick of your cunt, bucking your hips at the sudden contact and a yelp from your lips. sana groans against your core, fingers pressing hard into your skin enough to leave a noticeable bruise for you to assess later.
you try to prop yourself up while sana’s tongue lashes your puffy folds and leaking walls, her hand were quick to your waist, pressing you down while your hand rakes up her hair, pulling away to bite the inside of your thigh.
“fuck, sana–”
“shh,” she starts, “i’m gonna fuck this attitude out of you now, scream all you want.”
before you could respond, sana’s mouth is back on your lips, hands gripping the divot where your legs and hips meet, tongue moving all the ways that has you complaining for more. it’s even worse when the pace comes back in the form of her fingers, three fingers in fact, stretching you open that has you quivering the bottom row of your teeth.
“baby, baby baby baby, right there, shit–please don’t, fuck!” you whine again, the moans watering down your words when sana’s twisting your insides for her own benefit. sana herself was losing her mind, drunk on the very gift of your sweet nectar that could give her a lifetime to live, eyes up to you with your head leaned back, one hand over your breast clutching the jersey over it.
“please please please–”
sana was so drunk in love with you.
she lowers your legs, wrapping them around her head to close her in. you’re sitting up now, mouth hanging low still as she’s doing everything to make you cum, this might also be enough for her to cum along with you as well. “you’re close, baby?”
“sa, please–yes yes.” you answer, hand curtaining her hair when a foot slips over and hits her in the back on accident. she keeps herself going, fucking you where you’re holding the counter to the point your knuckles turn white. the plate that’s off to the side is shoved off the top, expression frozen when a crash is heard on the floor below. she’s groaning as well, very turned on at the fact that you cum all over her tongue, savoring the second climax when you’re shrieking, shaking, faltering back flat on the counter while sana makes sure to get every last drop.
pulling away with an audible smack, sana pants, running her hands on the side of your waist and hips, softly planting kisses around your swollen lips and cunt, then to your thighs. “fuck…” she then slides her fingers up your lips again, the lingering slick soaking them again, bringing it up to your mouth, sucking and licking your own taste off her. “you look so good like this, love.”
you mouth a ‘thank you’ with a lazy smile.
sana is then quick to tend to your care, swooping you up for a hug, kissing your face before landing on your lips for a longer, dragged out smooch. just when you think you’re done, sana’s eyes are glazed, smiling between your lips for another kiss before landing them around your jaw and collarbone. “you’ve got something to pick up while i get started with eating, okay?”
“sana…” is all you say, and again, she just giggles at you. once she removed herself against you, taking off the tie around her unbuttoned dress shirt and wrapping it around your neck. after she did that, she walked over to the stove to grab a plate, your eyes studying the form of her arms with those rolled up sleeves, the hint of veins on her creamy skin, the straight but still ruffled hair she flips over to the side. it’s dangerously sexy, and you’d fall for it every single time.
“oh, y/n lovely,” sana calls over, humming in response, watching as she unbuttones more of her shirt, exposing her matching set of her black bra and panties when she turns to you, “make sure you don’t lock your jaw now. you’re gonna eat me out while i eat, or after.”
you close your legs to soothe that lingering ache you’ll be asking for again, biting your lip when you see the sway of her hips when she walks over to the dining table.
keeping a note that being a brat to sana might be a good idea to do whenever she’s not home.
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With all the shit JKR has risen about feminism and what it means to be a woman, I’m always reminded of a metaphor I was taught by the amazing feminist philosophy lecturer back in university. This was back in 2017 (quoted from lecture notes I saved) way before terfs started getting traction, but it rings true today more than ever.
“In feminism philosophies there are three types of philosopher: the individualist, the radical, and the socialist.
Here’s a metaphor for how they work, called ‘The Wall, The Lion, the Sheep’.
The wall represents society, particularly capitalist patriarchal society. The lion represents men, the sheep represents women.
The wall cages both the lion and the sheep, which makes the lion angry because he wants to be free, but with no one else to attack, he attacks the sheep, the sheep dealing with both the caging of the wall and the force of the lion.
The individualist feminist sees that the issue is the sheep and suggests “It’s the sheep’s fault for getting in the way of the lion” most them saying “That’s just nature/life!” or at ‘best’ suggesting “Move the sheep out of the way”. That may work in the short term, but the lion is still there, and he can move more freely; he will just attack the sheep again. The individual feminist says that any women suffering the abuse of men or the patriarchy should make their way out on their own, doing minimal effort to help, even blaming the woman for ‘doing this to herself’, falling into the easy solution of solving a problem by victim blaming.
The radical feminist sees that the issue is the lion and suggests “Declaw the lion and take out his teeth.” That may stop the sheep being harmed in the short and long term, but now the lion is suffering. Radical feminists say that men are the issue and seek their punishment, “an eye for an eye”, not realising that they are ‘othering’ men in the same way women have been ‘othered’. Radical feminists see anything related to men as evil; they don’t see a trans woman as a woman, only as a lion in sheep’s clothing, nor do they see a trans man as a man, only as a misled sheep. They overlook the truth that not all men hate women; lions don’t eat everything that crosses their path.
The socialist feminist sees that the problem is the wall and suggests “Break the wall down.” The lion is free and runs away to be free, as does the sheep. The problem is solved for both the sheep and the lion. A socialist feminist recognises that the harshest societies have moulded us to be the oppressed ways we all are, and the most effective way to help women is to help everyone; tear it up from the roots. With the oppressive system broken, not only will women have more freedom from patriarchal tyranny, but men will be freed from the toxic masculinity that comes with those systems. Everyone is happy. To be a true feminist is working to destroy an oppressive system to truly help women and all those who are othered by capitalist patriarchy, and anything that allows men to escape the enforced repression of the patriarchy is a great bonus.
The biggest issue that holds back true feminists is this: walls are harder to break when they keep getting rebuilt by the ones who are so stubborn that the problem is the lion or the sheep. To them, using the oppressive forces of a closed wall gets them what they want, which is to be right, rather than to actually solve the problem.”
JKR is now using the transphobic tory party, currently in charge of the UK government, so further restrict trans voices; a radical feminist that seeks to use the bricks of this current Wall to make sure she is heard, oblivious and probably careless to the fact she’s deafening the voices of other feminists who will now probably feel ashamed to say they’re feminists...
Feminism is not just helping women, it’s helping those marginalised, those oppressed for who they are, those othered by a system that wishes to box the un-boxable. Feminism is just the name of another movement to help as many people as possible.
I am non-binary, and I’m a feminist, and the opinion of one close-minded author isn’t going to change that.
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I think with Lightfall like. It's fun. I had a good time. A blast, even! Especially with the gameplay, even when I got frustrated because I was playing Legendary and I'm not a good gamer.
It's action movie fun. Which is what it intended to be, really, from all the tropes and the pacing of it. But it got bodied with sudden roadmap changes and Witch Queen as video game Oscar bait.
Yeah, I think it could have used a breather to bond more with Rohan especially, but there was in-game justification for going fast and I'm sure the format A Destiny Expansion(tm) limited the team. We saw it bad in Witch Queen's seasons, and Bungie acknowledged that yeah the seasons structure was limiting them. As someone who works in software dev, nobody likes having to make things worse. But it happens a lot. Sometimes in really bullshit ways that the software folks wouldn't expect to be that level of bullshit, let alone anyone who isn't working with the software day in and day out. And by bullshit I mean "massive overhaul of the entire system just to make one tiny change" kinds of bullshit. Again, nobody likes it. I promise you.
Back to Lightfall. It's a fun action movie. It's also the plot point we'd been hurtling towards since Witch Queen, and probably even well before that: The Darkest Hour. We're struggling to use this new power in time, the mysteries around us have unraveled but in the end it's too late for us to get the upper hand, and it nearly costs us everything. In the year beforehand, we'd been losing in one way or another at the end of the seasons: Crow kills the Psion, our rituals fail to stop Calus, Eramis gets away, Rasputin dies. The Witness accesses the Traveler.
What it also does is it sets up the rest of the year for our Triumphant Finale. We get a thread to follow - how to get into the Traveler - and chase it through the year, alongside other threads like what the Veil is and how we're gonna deal with Xivu Arath. As of the end(ish) of Wish, we've got our answer and are primed for The Final Shape as our finale.
But first we had to have The Darkest Hour. Which, in the short term, being what it is, is a bummer. No getting around it. It's also part of why comparisons to Witch Queen went awry, IMO.
Witch Queen is, as I said before, the Oscar bait, insofar as an MMO looter-shooter has Oscar bait. It puts the tangled web front and center instead of tracing one thread and then zooming out to show the whole thing. It's more philosophical in nature, sitting back and asking us whether we think we're special and what really separates us from one of the enemies we hadn't forged alliances with yet: the Hive. And, of course, if we'd noticed the puppetmaster behind it all. It ties up the question that's been going on since Forsaken: are we the bad guys? (No, not really, we're struggling to survive the way everyone else is. Which, nobody else we've been fighting is really "the bad guy" either.)
It's a really good storyline! I loved it, even if, honestly, I didn't like the gameplay as much as Lightfall. I think it's earned its good reviews and positive reception.
But it is the Oscar bait. And unlike Lightfall, its plot role didn't require the same downer ending. It could sprawl, and honestly? I don't think it would have worked as our Darkest Hour. Not without screwing up the story and making a jumbled mess. Seriously, I don't think Destiny's "everyone gets a second chance" philosophy would have carried well at all if The Darkest Hour was when the Hive got Ghosts. Instead it would have reinforced our misconception at the beginning of Lightfall - that we are the sole rightful Lightbearers and that the Hive getting the Light was a wrongdoing.
Destiny did need something between Witch Queen and The Final Shape. And they moved things - but announced it less than a year before Lightfall released. At their big press conference-y deal, but still. Limited time for folks to get the news.
And then it came out and it was an action movie, not Oscar bait. But it followed Oscar bait, so that's what the expectation was.
Personally, I'm fond of, say, Moonlight. Fantastic movie. Beautiful and heartfelt. I enjoyed it and I think it is worthy of its high praise. But if you ask me what my favorite movie is, I'll say it's a tossup between Pacific Rim and Mad Max: Fury Road. They fit different niches in the cultural ecosystem - Moonlight isn't a bad Pacific Rim and Pacific Rim isn't a bad Moonlight. Not unless you pit them against each other despite their vast differences.
Also I remember there was lots of complaining about how empty Neomuna was at first, but everything about the CloudArk and especially the lorebook is such early pandemic-era fiction.
Lightfall is a good action movie. Witch Queen is good Oscar bait. Both of them have their strong points and weak points. There are technical factors that limit things. There are other external factors that limit things (looking at you, upper management).
It's fair to critique a story but like, I dunno. Bungie's devs, writers, and artists aren't idiots or evil or out to get you specifically. Lightfall is fine but you can't - and shouldn't - expect it to be Witch Queen.
Please, for the love of everything holy, don't let us repeat the nasty bitchy maelstrom we got around Lightfall. Or I'll start shitting in ovens.
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I feel like we're dealing with a bit of a catch-22 here.
On the one hand, I don't want to be buying tumblr merch and premium options to REWARD the garbage decisions they're making right now, and I know enough about how upper management at tech companies operates to know that they WILL see an influx of money right now as basically saying either "ohhhh, so they LIKE these changes" - or, if they actually listen to the staff members fielding feedback, "ohhhh, so THREATENING to make the user experience worse gets us money!"
On top of which, I don't want to encourage an OVERLY friendly relationship between the company and its userbase. Tumblr may be...by FAR the best we've got at its scale, despite the fact that they literally seem to be trying to hide that fact where they're not threatening to change it outright, but they are still a company. They're still inclined to make shitty decisions and lose touch with the userbase in the interest of Company Bullshit.
On the other hand...if we DON'T try to get them to at least break even, we're going to lose the site eventually, and possibly have some REALLY heinous shit go down in its death throes. Definitely not today or tomorrow. Maybe not for many years; it's hobbled along on life support via changing hands for many years already. But it will happen. They can fake it for a significant time if there's enough demand, enough hope - tumblr's not the only one pulling it off - but a company CAN'T go on forever when it's hemorrhaging money. Money doesn't become a nonissue when it's not YOUR paycheck.
I'm sick of the illusion that the internet is an immaterial, intangible thing...except when we're criticizing mining and energy usage and basically implying it shouldn't EXIST. It's not just a fake thing that exists in our phones and computers and the LITERAL ATMOSPHERIC clouds. Servers cost money to buy or rent, even when the software running on them is a buggy mess. Staff and contractors cost money to pay, even when the skeleton crew your company has is laughably insufficient for the scope of its services - we want them to expand staff to respond to tickets and improve their moderation system faster, well, with what money?? You want these improvements made with whose man-hours?? I wholeheartedly agree with most of the userbase that this Twitter-knockoff layout and some of their other stupid ideas lately are a huge waste of the ones they're paying for, but that doesn't mean they can redirect 1,000 man-hours from an ill-advised project and magically get a 10,000 man-hour project done!
Consider the moderation system. It's bad! It's biased! We've proven this! It's also mostly automated. What are our potential solutions here?
Go back to fully manual: Puts real human people through a PTSD meat grinder. For this to be done even REMOTELY ethically demands hazard pay, short hours, and the best mental health care coverage money can buy. Where are these human moderators getting paid from, let alone if they're going to be paid fairly?
Modify the software: ...they're already trying; retraining a whole system is easier said than done, especially in the very likely event that posts that are taken down by report-brigading innocuous content are feeding BACK into the system as "This Is What A Bad Post Looks Like." I'd love it if they could do it better and faster - but again, with what money?
Train their OWN software from the ground up: Requires EXPERT software engineers to build the framework AND a large human moderation crew in the short term to hit that "good post"/"bad post" button all day; refer to the problems with fully manual moderation. No one is quite sure how to bulletproof a moderation system against report-brigading in a way that won't ALSO deprioritize reports against content so heinous that everyone who sees it reports it. Once again - where is the money for all this labor coming from?
Every option is human labor that must be paid for. Every single possibility.
Anything else that needs doing? Fixing search? Human labor - money. Improving the bot filters to ban more bots and fewer real people? Humans have to do that - needs money!
So the money-seeking WILL continue until they're breaking even or better, or the site shuts down completely. Those are the two options. You cannot anti-capitalist Theory your way out of them. You can have your grand ideas for how things will work in a healthier, restructured economy, but that's not the point we're at. For now? Operating at a deficit = enshittification or shutdown. Those are the options. There is no third one. The level of hostility I see from some users against the very concept of tumblr BREAKING EVEN is absolutely absurd and completely detached from reality.
But what's the conclusion? Where do we go from here? Fuck, man, I have no fucking idea.
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What’s your opinion of mount as a footballer? And what’s your opinion on him and the circumstances around him leaving Chelsea? The whole thing was very weird and mason was such a polarizing player at Chelsea that everyone in that fanbase had strongly different opinions about… kind reminds me of Frenkie or Rashford.
okay, this is actually a super interesting question. thank you for sending this, because it’s something i’ve been wanting to talk about for a while.
people had ridiculously short memories.
i’ve never been a huge chelsea fan, but he had almost 30 goal contributions in 21/22, and he was one of Chelsea’s most important players in their champions league winning campaign.
as a player, his profile is ridiculously flexible. a winger, a DM, a CM, a CAM- he can, quite literally, play almost anywhere. he’s good in possession, sure, but he’s phenomenal out of possession. in possession, he can find a through ball or create passing lanes, and out of it he cuts off passing lanes, controls space, presses in a way few players can, and his general game IQ allows him to switch almost seamlessly between roles in a pressing system.
he’s never been a solely attacking player. he’s never been the one relied on to score goals. people seem to forget that, as well as everything else he offers. he had a shit season last year, nobody’s denying that, but he also had frequent injury problems both then and recently this season.
he’s functional. he’s creative both on and off the ball, and anyone who says he’s simply an ‘average’ player has either A. started watching the sport in the last year, or B. has no clue what the fuck they’re taking about.
in a lot of ways, he is- and was- like Bellingham. his creativity and off-ball IQ, his functionality, and his flexibility in a system made and still make him a fantastic player that coaches absolutely undervalue.
and around his chelsea situation, i think it’s impossible to know what happened. Ten Hag said Chelsea wanted to keep him, but we can’t possibly know if he was offered a deal and, if he was, what the terms were.
in football, clubs can buy and sell players like it’s nothing. it doesn’t matter most of the time what the players want, so acting like he had some sort of obligation to remain at Chelsea is delusional. In 99% of situations, players who are loyal to a club will, eventually, get screwed over, because the people who run those clubs are first and foremost businessmen and the turnover rate at club leadership positions is ridiculously high.
“oh he handled it badly,” “oh he disrespected the club”— the way people throw out random conclusions based off of extremely limited information is crazy to me. we just don’t know what happened, but clearly the relationship between club, manager and player had almost completely deteriorated. after nearly a year and a half of being out of form and out of favor, of course he’s going to be unsure of his future.
remember that, when he left, chelsea had no manager. nobody knew who or what was going to happen, and the club was in complete shambles. if people at your workplace were being laid off all around you, your boss was fired, and massively expensive new employees were being brought in, making your position hang in the balance- don’t try and say you would 100% stay, of course you’d look at all your options.
in conclusion: people have short ass memories.
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BLOODLUST PROLOGUE
BLOODLUST Masterlist
Part One
"I don't think I understand," Y/N mused, raising a hand to cut off the woman in front of her. "You think I've been doing what exactly?"
"I don't think anything," Black Canary hissed. She shifted in her seat, kicking one leg over the other and leaning back, almost resembling a queen in her throne. "I know you've been participating in some... unsavory extracurriculars. What you're doing is dangerous, Miss Rosso."
Y/N scowled. "I suppose there's no hiding it, then. And it's just Y/N, thank you very much."
"Fair enough. I can imagine your father plays a part in your actions." Canary raised a brow. "You want to right his wrongs."
"Obviously."
"That is not your job," Canary began, "nor is it even your responsibility."
"No," Y/N agreed, "but it's not like you can criticize my decisions. You're a hero, aren't you? Part of the Justice League and everything. It's not your responsibility to save the world, but you took it on anyway." She shrugged. "I just happen to have a personal reason."
There was a moment of silence as Black Canary sized up the girl before her. She wasn't very tall, nor very short, but even in her oversized sweatshirt and baggy pajama pants, she could make out the muscle Y/N must have accumulated from her nightly crime fighting expeditions.
It had been a week since Canary had found out about the girl. And she was awfully good at protecting her privacy, so she had only located her last night. Dinah prided herself on her stealth skills, so she'd assumed that she could break into the girl's apartment without any difficulty or being noticed. Instead, she found herself forced to navigate several traps and bypass at least three alarm systems, only to find the girl waiting for her in the living room with an extra cup of ramen prepared.
"I'm not causing any problems," Y/N pointed out. "I've done your job when you couldn't. Star City is nothing like Gotham, but I've taken down dozens of criminals you and the Justice League determine too small for your attention." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm doing a good job."
Canary chewed the inside of her cheek. "You are. I'm not here to punish you, if that's what you assumed."
Y/N furrowed her brow. "Then what do you want? Also." She gestured to the ramen. "Eat. I made it for you, don't let it get cold."
Canary hesitated, almost doubting the innocence in the girl's tone. Is it poisoned? No... no, I don't think so. She might sound a bit resentful, but she doesn't want to kill or even hurt me. She picked up the cup and slurped up some of the noodles. She hadn't had basic cup ramen in years. I don't think she thinks she's strong enough to take me on.
"It's good," Black Canary admitted. "You clearly don't just eat ramen, that's for sure. You need to be stronger than drugstore noodles can afford you."
"I was strapped for time," Y/N confessed. "You disabled all my traps faster than I expected."
"And you still made food for me. You're a good kid, Y/N. That's why I'm here." Canary set down her cup and leaned forward, clasping her hands together. "I'm here to offer you a deal."
She didn't miss the way Y/N's jaw clenched.
"What is it?"
"How would you like," Canary mused, "to become my protégé? We may not have the same superpowers, but I can train you in terms of combat, stealth, teamwork. You're good at what you do, but there is always room for improvement."
This was followed by silence.
Dinah watched as Y/N raised her chin, looking down at her through her lashes. She seemed to be processing the proposal slowly, like she was chewing on something and was deciding whether she liked the taste or not. She tapped the armrest of her chair and pursed her lips.
"What do you get from this?" she finally asked. "What's the catch?"
"I get a protégé," Canary answered plainly. "You can provide help on any missions I go on. Since I'll have helped train you, we'll work together quite well."
"I can't help you find my dad," Y/N disclosed. "I won't help you either. I don't know where he is, and I don't want to know."
"Luckily," Canary replied, "that wasn't even part of the deal. I don't particularly care about locating Ramsey Rosso."
"He can die in a ditch for all I care," Y/N spat.
Canary pondered this for a moment. "Alright. If I or the League apprehends him, or if we get any information about him, we'll inform you, but you decide whether you get more involved than that."
Y/N nodded firmly. "Good. Then I accept."
Dinah smiled at that. She extended her arm, offering Y/N a handshake.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Y/N." She smirked. "Or should I call you Bloodlust?"
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Voices Carry
Mereel x fem!reader (eventual)
Rating: G
Word Count: 800
Warnings: workplace harassment, mentions of restrictive work contract, mentions of unpleasant work environment
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Part Two
“The senator will be in contact with you as soon as he can,” you assured. “Thank you for calling. Good-bye.”
You disconnected the call and let the comlink fall onto your desk with a clatter. Thankfully, Senator Julgum hadn’t come back to the office yet - he hated any unnecessary noise.
No wonder no one had wanted this job.
The official word around the Senate was that Julgum was high-profile enough that he needed to have an official assistant rather than a rotating cast of senatorial aides. It was plausible enough, especially considering Julgum’s recent quest to eradicate some of the crime that ran rampant on his home world of Farrfin.
But you listened when you moved through the expansive halls of the Galactic Senate: no senatorial aides had volunteered to work for Julgum, likely because of his plutocratic views. The aide system had been largely unsympathetic, assigning aides regardless of their preference… until Julgum’s longest-serving aide had been repeatedly exposed to dangers on the job. From the stories you heard, those dangers included everything from blaster fire to a sabotaged transport.
And so the Senate had opted to make this position a permanent one, drawing from a list of candidates outside of the aide system. You earned a higher salary than the aides did, but the potential for danger was literally written into your contract. And there would be certain consequences if you quit before completing the full length of that contract.
It felt a little as though you had sold yourself to the Hutts, but an assistant with experience working with the Galactic Senate could get a position virtually anywhere in the galaxy. That wasn’t much of an incentive, but it was enough of one to keep picking up the comms when people tried to contact Julgum.
A piercing chime rang through your small office, situated just in front of Senator Julgum’s much larger set of rooms. Speaking of…
“Senator Julgum’s office,” you said after accepting the call. The practiced words flowed from you in your most professional tone. “How may I help you?”
There was a moment’s pause on the other end of the comm - almost too subtle to catch, but definitely there. “Yes, I need to speak with the senator.”
You nodded, knowing full well that the person on the other end of the line couldn’t see you. “And your name?”
There was a quiet sigh and you smiled despite yourself. The caller - they sounded male and fairly young, if you were to guess - definitely didn’t have an appointment to speak with Julgum, but you had to go through the game. It was what the pageantry of Coruscant (and the Senate in particular) demanded.
“That doesn’t matter, right?” he asked. “I won’t take up much of Senator Julgum’s time, but I really need to talk to him.”
“Of course! I understand that it’s likely an urgent matter,” you reassured. “As soon as you give me your name and I make sure that you have an appointment, I can put the call through to Senator Julgum.”
“It is an urgent matter,” the man insisted. “So urgent that I don’t have time to deal with power-hungry secretaries who insist on delaying me to feed their own sense of importance.”
“That sounds terribly frustrating,” you agreed commiseratingly. “But I’m an assistant, not a secretary.”
“Okay, assistant,” he said. “I need you to work with me here.”
“I would be happy to. Just give me your name.”
The noise of irritation that came from the other end of the comms lifted your spirits and the corners of your lips. “Wait, I know Julgum’s last assistant. She can vouch for me. Can I speak to Sonrir?”
That, at least, confirmed that this person really was familiar with Julgum and the way he ran things. Sonrir was the assistant you had replaced. Her position had always been temporary, a short-term coverage after the original aide had quit after so much exposure to danger. Sonrir had been glad to leave the office and work for - as she said - “anyone else”, so you didn’t bother wasting sympathy on the fact that she was gone.
“I’m sorry, Sonrir no longer works in this office.”
Your disgruntled conversational partner gave a derisive snort. “I wonder how long you’ll last, then.”
You laughed despite yourself. Judging from the silence on the other end of the line, the reaction had been an unexpected one. “I ask myself the same thing every day. Now, your name, please?”
The click on the line wasn’t unexpected, but you found yourself inexplicably disappointed. That conversation had easily been the most entertaining thing to happen since you had started working with Julgum.
With a small sigh, you set aside the comlink and reached for a datapad containing the senator’s schedule of appearances. Back to monotony, then…
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Author's Note - We have an official interaction between the two! That's a start... and only the beginning.
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Who was the most miserable tallest and who’s reign was the happiest? Has any other female tallest ever get to have a motherly moment with her smeets? Or was society against them getting too attached to the swarms and the tallest are just to give birth and let the little ones be taken care of by the other drones?
Who had it worse when losing a sworm?
Has there been a male tallest who is fond of having female pregnant drones in his chamber?
And if it were possible and if things went their way, would Miyuki and spork think of having smeets? Kii was kinda messed up trying to drive these two away from each other. Reflecting her own bad experience onto Miyuki to make her not fall for the same thing.
That first question is really difficult to answer. Late tallests could sit at their long table of the damned and argue over this for an eternity. It's all relative, I guess.
Miserable in terms of personality? In terms of dealing with tragic circumstances? Both? Again, every tallest has a story. Sit next to one at the long table; they will tell it. Lich is probably towards the top of the list, but there are others above him for sure.
The thing about wealth and power is, yes, they cannot "buy" happiness, but they sure as Hell can allow a person to choose their form of misery. (If you grew up/ go through life piss poor, you know exactly what I mean.)
For every misery a tallest suffered, a short service drone under their command suffered far worse, usually at little to no fault of their own and was probably much more mature about handling it.
Female tallests were (are) rare. Very few ever successfully birthed a swarm of their own and lived long enough to name her smeets or say goodbye to them as they were drafted into basic training/ introductory education facilities. There were tons of short mothers who never got to enjoy those moments either. Many drones did live to enjoy them and the miracle was traditionally celebrated and cherished in past era hives. Every story is the same, but different.
Regardless of a tallests' gender, every smeet born in their chamber is considered a smeet of that tallest. Tallests of the forgotten hives were obligated to interact with/ address smeets born in their chambers. Some didn't care for that duty, others considered it an honor and privilege.
[Unnamed Tallest of a lost first era hive greeting the smeets of her birthing drones.]
The family unit/ motherhood and maternal instincts as humans traditionally define them make little sense to Irkens and really wouldn't work well in an irken society. Depending on the hive, the size of set hive, its population, laws, culture, ect, mothers NEVER interacted with their smeets after birth. It wasn't required or expected of them. Smeets are put into a tax-funded educational system/ military academy and cared for by hired or volunteer care drones. Care drones are usually men, but that's probably because irken men outnumber their women 4-5 to 1. Every drone is different. Mothers sometimes bonded instantly. Those who did visited their smeets/ kept friendly contact with them, but usually mothers returned to work right after maternity leave and went about their days knowing they did their hive a great service. So... Irkens have motherly/ paternal instincts, they just don’t automatically manifest in the mother/ father themselves right after birth; which is natural for irkens. It's nothing to feel shame over. (Humans don't always automatically have warm fuzzy feelings about parenthood either, but we're shamed for it if we don't, especially mothers. Sucks, but a reality we humans live with.)
Smeets will imprint onto almost anyone who feeds them/ won't squish them, so not bonding with the biological mother isn't automatically traumatizing to them as long as they meet SOMEONE who seems to care about them/ their well-being.
The person to suffer the most should a swarm or even one smeet die under their care is a dedicated coddle (care) drone. Just because it's one smeet out of 1000 doesn't mean losing it hurts any less.
Funny you should ask (about a potential tallest with a fondness for his birthing drones.)
The facts may be exaggerated or distorted by now, but there is a taboo legend told between frylords and service drones of a hedonistic tallest that ruled a lost hive from roughly the mid-second era.
Tallest Arugula, kept the largest number of fertile/ successful birthing drones in his chambers in Irken history. His booming population was the envy of his enemies and allies alike. Some texts say he housed 600 birthing drones, some say 1200 some claim even more. He refused to trade any of them to another hive. He loved his birthing drones.
Tallests Arugula threw massive, hive-wide economy toppling fertility festivals; the funnest and most fruitful on Irk. Although infertile himself, Arugula, was very encouraging to his subjects. He had a modern earth mentality of "no kink shaming" (within reason of course. Between consenting adults, most anything was allowed. He never dictated who had to mate with whom. Eugenics was a laughable concept to him. Probably why the fertility festivals he threw were so successfu.)
He spent a great deal of time chatting with his birthing drones and showered them with snacks, fine silk gowns, bottomless cider and entertainment.
He was emotionly attatched to his birthing drones. He loved them some might say. They were good company, visually soothing and a comforting presence in his otherwise isolated existence. He refused to trade any of his birthing drones, even to his allies. When a desperate neighboring hive found themselves dropping in population the tallests launched an all out attack on Arugula's hive. His chambers were raided and destroyed. Many of his birthing drones were taken prisoner/ forced to serve in their captor-tallest's chambers. Arugula was assassinated in his most comfortable sofa.
In some alternate reality where relationships between irken drones and loyalty to anything beyond the empire wasn't demonized, Miyuki and Spork would have been inseparable. Not sure if Spork is equipped for the task of siring smeets, but he would have been perfectly fine if Miyuki chose a shorter drone to sire a swarm for them or they could just donate their genetics and use the smeetery. The smeetery was originally built with the intention of allowing infertile couples or polycules the opportunity to have swarms safely. Kii lost sight of this when power corrupted her unfortunately.
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tell me about stellaris in the most autistic way imaginable (i wanna learn by infodump and infodump only)
(Srry this took me so long to answer I wanted to answer once I got home and promptly forgot about it lmao)
So! Stellaris. The 4x game where you genocide in space or something.
I'll start from the top, you will be designing a space-faring empire to play as, staring with...
SPECIES/HOME SYSTEM: This is where your gonna decide what your founding species looks like and what traits they have, as well as what their home planet/star are named. Not to mention you can write a short biography on your empires pre-ftl history here! Role-play wise this will affect your game greatly, but in terms of gameplay its only a big deal early on as barring some exceptions you will like end up with quite the melting pot, and any individual species traits will be of little consequence. The next part will be much more influential, however.
GOVERNMENT: Now we get into the real meat of your empire. Who are they? What do they stand for? What makes them stand out? How do they decide on their leaders? Do they decide on their leaders? You can be militaristic xenophiles who will fight tooth and nail to protect the galaxies people, or a curious hive mind that wants to hoard as much knowledge as it can without coming to blows with its neighbors, and yes, space nazis. Here you can also decide the past of your species, they could be fairly normal, simply reaching out into the stars after a few decades of booming economy, or they could've never lived on a planet at all, being born on floating habitats in the void.
MISC: Just some other details, your first leaders name/gender, what your ships look like, what your advisor sounds like, that kinda stuff.
GAMEPLAY: I'm sorry but I have that committed to muscle memory I would have a stroke if I tried to explain it. Montu and other stellaris youtubers are the best for that.
MODS: For when you've spent 200$ on dlc but want 600$ worth instead. This can be anything from simple tweaks to complete overhauls of the gameplay. My favorite are "gigastructural engineering and more" which expand on the megastructure system (just really big things that make the economy go brrrrrr) and adds lots of post endgame content. (Wanna rearrange entire star systems into mobile weapons platforms and pit them against space cats that consume millions of galaxies to outlive entropy?)
Then there's stellaris evolved, which changes literally every aspect of the game in some way we would be here all day so just know it's amazing.
Alright we've been through a few paragraphs of this so I think it's time to talk about one of my own empires!
THE EMPIRE OF SILDORIA: A long time ago, humans sent out colony ships into a wormhole found at the edge of the solar system, most were destroyed, but one of the surviving ones wound up in a random part of the galaxy, and went a-looking for a new home. But they couldn't find one, supplies were dwindling and systems were failing, so they took a gamble and took up residence in the upper atmosphere of an unusually stable gas giant. It was still a brutal task, where people were worked to death out of necessity rather than greed, but they pulled it off. Floating cities dot the gas planet of sildoria, and after scrounging up enough materials, they have made their way onto the galactic stage. It did not come without cost, however, as the humans, or rather, sildorians, have been fundamental changed by their experiences. Their psyche is unbreakable on a biological level, and their bodies are quite tough as well. They are instinctively inclined to reduce waste, and have a reduced birthrate as a result of cramped conditions. The sildorian government is an interesting one, while it is extremely focused on material gain and expansion of industry, they make sure to take as good care of their people as they can. A sildorian laborer will be expected to give everything they can spare in the workplace, and in exchange they will want for nothing at home. In the future the sildorian empire is likely to take forays into robotics and cybernetics to maximize productivity and comfort. OK that's all I have to say :D
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Advice for coping with feelings of denial over being a system
Notes: We are not a professional, most of this is based off personal experience and things we've seen others in the community say. Every system will be different and experiences we have others may not.
As a heads up, some of these points are copied from a post we made on our main account, we aren't stealing someone elses words.
Credit for the GIF used here | Divider credit for the one used in this post
General advice for coping with denial to work on (short term)
Calm down. I know this is something that's easier said than done, however you aren't going to be able to think rationally out if you're panicking or upset. Here is some grounding techniques and here is some methods of calming down while stressed.
Avoid engaging with places like 'fake disorder cringe'. Personally, we used to engage with places like these a lot to help us 'feel better', however it would always backfire when someone would fakeclaim someone else for something we do and/or have experienced. So please avoid these places.
Reread the diagnostic criteria or offical papers on DID. This is a big activity so maybe not suitable for instant help, but even reading a short diagnostic criteria can help us with establishing that we do have what it lists and that we aren't faking.
Talk to someone who understands. Talking is really good, having someone bounce thought back at you can be very helpful and reassuring. This person does not have to have DID or OSDD either, a lot of disorders can mean someone feels like they're faking. Just be sure not to overstep their boundaries.
Think about your experiences as a system, especially any that make you think 'no singlet would ever experience this'. If you can't think of any I would highly recommend starting a system wide journal page or something similar. They don't have to be big events, for example we have a 'system quotes' channel that we scroll through. It makes us happy and can reassure that we aren't faking (especially if the alters involved chime in).
Reading other people's experiences. This I would only recommend looking at articles for, on a social media platform (ie tumblr) you will find contradictory and confusing information. A good example is this article by Carolyn Spring that talks about their experience with denial.
Engaging with your system. This probably seems obvious but I know some of us avoid it because it's a case of 'if we're faking no one will respond'. However it's something we find useful that is relatively easy to do.
Do or plan to do something with your system. Setting up a small activity can help with the feeling of faking, especially if it's something someone else wants to do. You don't have to do it right away either or even as a whole collective, just do something for the system or with an alter can help reassure that you aren't faking. Ideas for this can include: making a playlist and/or trying 'new' music, going shopping (irl or online), watching a movie or TV series (you could even make it a 'movie night' and get snacks), playing with the younger alters, trying foods no one has tried before, playing a boardgame, trying a new hobby, ect
Do an activity to take your mind off the feelings. If you aren't in the right headspace to confront or deal with these feelings, then an activity to help take your mind off them may help (although please note that you will have to confront them at some point, this is for when it's too overwhelming). 'Minimal' tasks such as messaging a friend online may not help so I would recommend doing physical and/or mentally challenging tasks- You can find a list of some here.
Advice for coping with denial to work on (long term)
Confront why you think you're faking. As an example: If you're fakeclaiming yourself because you're [x alter] heavy then you need to confront this. Are you feeling this way because of the internet? If so how can you avoid or make a place that makes you feel less 'fake'. Sometimes all you can do though is look at the wider picture: systems are weird, no system will be like the other, you are not invalid because your experiences are different.
Learn to accept these feelings as part of the disorder and learn to work with them. I know this probably sounds strage, but if for example, you're angry about something and you tell yourself not to think about it, you will become more angry. It's the same with denial. What we've done is 'take it by the hand' and listen to the emotion instead of pushing it away. If we feel fake for say, splitting a fictive from recent media, we sit down, consider why this is and acknowledge the feelings, let them pass and get on with life. It helps to lessen them significantly.
Journaling. I know a lot of systems and therapists recommend this but that is for a reason. It doesn't need to be a physical journal- we have an online one and an account on twinote which does the trick. Seeing your own physical (or digital) proof that you're interacting with your system is a good way of dispelling the thoughts.
Develop a system mantra. This probably sounds stupid but it's worth a shot. Telling yourself something like 'I'm not faking and I'm hot as fuck' can help with self confidence, like it doesn't even need to be serious, just something nice you can tell yourself that is positive and/or can make you laugh.
Allow your alters who want to become more distinguished from 'you' to do so. Okay this is a really scary thing and (for a lot of systems like us) isn't possible at this moment. However even doing things online (ie giving your alters their own page on simply plural or pluralkit account) can help lessen the feelings of 'am I faking'- especially if you see proof of their existence (ie photos, messages, ect)
Therapy. Although not every system has a therapist, if you're lucky to have one who you know and trust they can be really helpful in validating your feelings and playing 'devils advocate' to allow you to explore more options that may not be possible while you're distressed.
Remind yourself that, even if you are wrong on having DID, it doesn't matter. People are wrong about things and diagnosis a lot, it's something that happens. You aren't a bad person for thinking you have x when you have y- health can be complex and confusing. Although this can be double edged sword, we find it comforting to remember that it's okay to be wrong.
Remember that it's okay to have relapses in these beliefs. You aren't going to get over this feeling overnight, or possibly ever, it's normal to have relapses and confusing thoughts, you'll be okay. As a system you'll get through it together.
#system help#system#did/osdd#did#osdd#system doubt#did doubt#osdd doubt#system advice#advice tag#doubt advice#long post
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Corporate Greed Is Trying To Crush The D&D Community
Alright Tumblr, listen up! The Dungeons & Dragons community is in grave danger right now and we need your help to defend ourselves!
It's no secret that for a good few years now, we've been living in a new golden age for Dungeons & Dragons. The game is more popular now than it's ever been before. It has a thriving community of homebrewers and content creators, and is even supported by third party publishers outside of Wizards of the Coast. It feels like every day someone in this community is creating something amazing.
And Wizards of the Coast, in a display of corporate greed that would make the Abyss itself blush with envy, is planning to take our awesome community and drive a stake through its heart.
They're doing this by changing (or more accurately eviscerating) the Open Game License, which the community depends on to publish homebrew content. Quick FAQ to bring you guys up to speed:
What is the Open Game License?
The Open Game License (or OGL) is the public license issued by Wizards of the Coast, that lays out the rules for publishing third-party content for D&D.
Basically, it allows us make and even sell our own content for the game without running afoul of copyright law. This is something we normally couldn't do with the copyright system being the way it is, but the OGL is designed to skirt around those thorny issues. In exchange for following the OGL's (very reasonable and permissive) rules, we're protected from any copyright demons the lawyers send our way.
And so the fandom gets to create its homebrew stuff without interference, while the actual publishers of the game itself get to maintain the copyright on it. A win-win... or so it was.
What's happening to the Open Game Licence?
Right now Wizards of the Coast is cooking a new version of the OGL, one that drastically alters the terms of the deal. The terms of the new OGL were leaked yesterday by a journalist from Gizmodo (the article is linked at the top of the post), who was tipped off by someone inside the company. And every change they're planning to make is a terrible one. Some highlights:
-There are much heavier restrictions on the content we're allowed to publish, and it's unknown how those restrictions will be enforced.
-If we want to publish anything under the new OGL, we have to register with Wizards of the Coast, give them personal information, report our income and potentially give them royalties if our income is too high for their liking.
-Wizards of the Coast retains all rights to our creations, and may use them however they see fit without our consent.
-Previous versions of the Open Game License are rendered void, forcing us to use the new predatory version if we want to publish anything new.
-Wizards of the Coast can change the terms of the new OGL at anytime, unilaterally, with only 30 days notice.
Who does this effect?
In short: just about everyone. Homebrewers, publishers, dicemakers, virtual tabletop software developers, actual play podcasters. I can't say for sure because I'm not a copyright lawyer, but if you create something related to this game and make money off of it, chances are high that you're going to be bound by some or all of these terms.
But that's not all. This can also impact games outside of D&D. Many of their competitors (like Pathfinder) use a modified version of the d20 system, which was up to this point protected by all previous versions of the OGL. The terms of the new OGL aren't just designed to exert control over their own community, but also demand royalties from their competitors.
The last time something like this happened (the dark, dark days of 4th Edition), the community survived by jumping ship to Pathfinder. Evidently they're taking steps to stop that from happening this time.
What can we do about it?
And here we reach the all-important question. Learning about the problem is the first and easiest step, but what we can we do stop it? This is where I can finally give you guys some good news: we can stop this from happening, if we band together and act quickly!
The new license hasn't been released yet, and depending on how big of a stink we make over the next few weeks, it may never be released. Wizards of the Coast is walking on shaky ground here... not just ethically, but also legally and financially. And in kicking the hornet's nest like this, they may have overreached.
So first thing's first: Make a big stink about this. Spread this news over social media, and let it be known that you're willing to stop buying Wizards of the Coast products if this goes through. Despite D&D's newfound popularity, tabletop gaming is still relatively niche. They lack the mass market appeal that's necessary to survive a sustained boycott.
If the new license is released, support third-party creators however you can, and don't touch the new license with a ten-foot poll. WotC is trying to revoke the previous OGLs, but there's good reason to believe they can't actually do that; those things were explicity designed to be irrevocable, and there's a really good chance this whole power grab crashes and burns in the courtroom. So stall for time. Avoid publishing anything under the new license for as long as you feasibly can.
This new "Open" Game License has the potential to devastate the tabletop gaming space. Don't allow it to happen without a fight. Please spread the word!
#of course this happens a month after i start homebrewing#my timing sucks#protect open source gaming#dungeons & dragons#d&d#dnd#dnd beyond#wizards of the coast#corporate greed
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Not so much of a culture, just a sort of admission?? Idk, I thought this might be more appropriate here since it's a BPD specific blog, but please tell me it's not if it isnt
But like
I'm kind of scared to look into BPD, because not only am I still a minor, but I have C-DID, and I'm pretty certain of that. I feel like if I said I had BPD people might use it as an excuse to fake claim me, + we looked into BPD when we were researching into DID (I think?? I wasn't the one that did the research but uh I am pretty sure we glanced at the symptoms and didn't relate), so now we're scared to go back, because like— surely we would've noticed back when we did the original research?? I don't know. This only seems to be coming up now because we've noticed we've had behaviours similar to splitting (going from liking something to then suddenly hating them and thinking of them as a horrible person all because of something they've said or done + suddenly adoring someone because of something they've said or done) but these "splits" only last for a few minutes to an hour at most, usually, and we're honestly not sure what else could cause this
So uh I guess I'm asking if you know of anything similar to splits that is unrelated to BPD? Or If you have any advice in general, because I'm not sure what to do
For further context I'm 15, so not sure if that means anything here, maybe its hormones but it doesn't really feel that way since I'm pretty certain we've done this / acted like this before puberty too.. idk idk idk
afaik, splits don't always have to be a long-term thing, they can be short-term as well. i'm not sure what else can cause sudden changes in the way that you view people, although i'm sure there may be something else?
but if you don't feel comfortable saying that you think you have bpd, you could just say you got bpd traits instead of the whole package deal. if its been happening before puberty i think its fair to say it isnt hormones. also, you said you are a system, so maybe whoever was looking over bpd at the time doesnt hold or experience much of the bpd symptoms, but you do. we're a system, and it is like that for us!! some alters have stronger symptoms while other alters do not experience it nearly as much. but either way, we think that you and your struggles are valid op!!! and we wish you luck with figuring this all out, we know it can be tricky :(!!
- oliver
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thai language study update
It's been two years today since I first started watching a Thai show, the first time I wittingly exposed myself to the language at length. Two years ago, I'm pretty sure I would not have been able to pick Thai out of a line-up with other Southeast Asian languages. A few day from now, it'll be two years since I thought "I'll note down words I catch, phonetically, best I can. Just for fun." About a month from now, it'll be two years that I started to learn the language in earnest.
Where am I at?
Listening comprehension: I can follow most shows that are set in the present day without subtitles, provided they a) deal with everyday topics rather than specialised ones (Chaan's legalese is lost on me; I still don't fully follow the legal and ethical debates between the friends in Not Me, never mind the medical jargon in shows like Triage) and b) use modern-day Central Thai (you may have seen my crying about คำเมือง /kʰam mɯːaŋ/ here). Of course I don't understand even close to everything -- maybe 70% on a good day? but I tend to get enough not end up completely confused.
Reading comprehension: Handwriting and less common fonts still challenge me a lot, regular print fonts tend to be fine. Song lyrics tend to be fine unless they're very poetic (hi กีดกัน/Skyline). Tweets tend to be okay, but it heavily depends on the subject matter (politics or economics? help.), how much context I know, and how much slang or cute/funny spelling variants people use. I can read short news articles, but depending on the topic it'll be either slow or agonisingly slow and require extensive dictionary help, and I might still get things wrong. Not something I do for fun yet. I've started on the novel The Eclipse was based on (too difficult still) and a few short stories (somewhat easier) and realised that the big downside of mainly learning through shows and audio (interviews …) is that it leaves me sorely deficient when it comes to vocabulary that describes people or actions. Hardly anyone says "Getting frustrated, he tossed a book onto his desk, where a couple of other textbooks and notepads already formed a messy pile" or, idk, describes clothing at length in a show.
Writing: so-so. It's legible, I have the writing system down sufficiently to take notes at speed most of the time, but I second-guess myself too much. Should I be doing more of this for practice? probably.
Speaking: eeeeh. I do NOT have the vocabulary or grammatical knowledge to sound smart or coherent yet, and my pronunciation is middling at best. Speaking is also the area where I struggle most to get practice. That said, I can hold a conversation as long as my interlocutor is willing to help out a little (by helping out with vocab and/or accepting that sometimes we'll have to guess at what the other is saying). I can make myself understood on a good number of topics of daily interest in my daily life—often by going the long way around and trying to describe things or actions I don't have the words for.
I'm still really enjoying myself. I got to go to Thailand for a little over two weeks earlier this year and that was a huge boost, both in terms of confidence and in actual speaking ability. Main goal for the next 12 months is to expand vocabulary (both active and passive), and if everything goes my way I'll be going to Thailand for another two weeks or so to actually use my Thai. We'll see.
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"I have worked on this article on and off over the past half year or so. I started it right after my club’s tournament Revolution Rumble, because I was fascinated by the variance of skill in the tier of almost all unrated fencers, and also how that shook out in terms of HEMA rating. This led to a bit of a deep dive into how HEMA ratings works, what it’s good for, and what it isn’t. Because of that, I have decided to make this the first of a three part series about HEMA ratings. The second part will be about why HEMA ratings is not the best system for a world ranking, and the third part will be about how the pandemic affected the ratings. I’m sure I will talk more about HEMA ratings beyond this, but that’s all I have in the immediate future.
HEMA Ratings Series:
Part 1: Tiered Tournaments and Unrated Fencers
Part 2: World Ranking
Part 3: Covid Recovery"
An interesting piece on how to approach tiered tournaments and why.
Not relevant to every historical fencing practitioner, but a useful read for any tournament organizer looking to consider the various relevant factors.
For anyone who hasn’t yet seen the following links:
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Some advice on how to start studying the sources generally can be found in these older posts
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Remember to check out A Guide to Starting a Liberation Martial Arts Gym as it may help with your own club/gym/dojo/school culture and approach.Check out their curriculum too.
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Fear is the Mind Killer: How to Build a Training Culture that Fosters Strength and Resilience by Kajetan Sadowski may be relevant as well.
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“How We Learn to Move: A Revolution in the Way We Coach & Practice Sports Skills” by Rob Gray as well as this post that goes over the basics of his constraints lead, ecological approach.
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Another useful book to check out is The Theory and Practice of Historical European Martial Arts (while about HEMA, a lot of it is applicable to other historical martial arts clubs dealing with research and recreation of old fighting systems).
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Trauma informed coaching and why it matters
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Look at the previous posts in relation to running and cardio to learn how that relates to historical fencing.
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Why having a systematic approach to training can be beneficial
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Why we may not want one attack 10 000 times, nor 10 000 attacks done once, but a third option.
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How consent and opting in function and why it matters.
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Worth checking out are this blogs tags on pedagogy and teaching for other related useful posts.
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And if you train any weapon based form of historical fencing check out the ‘HEMA game archive’ where you can find a plethora of different drills, focused sparring and game options to use for effective, useful and fun training.
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Check out the cool hemabookshelf facsimile project.
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For more on how to use youtube content for learning historical fencing I suggest checking out these older posts on the concept of video study of sparring and tournament footage.
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A short article on why learning about other sports and activities can benefit folks in combat sports
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Consider getting some patches of this sort or these cool rashguards to show support for good causes or a t-shirt like to send a good message while at training
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dia dhuit! i was wondering why you dont like leo varadkar? this is completely genuine, im a young irish person who knows very little about irish politics and would love to learn more, ive seen a lot of leo hate but im not sure where it comes from, and i respect your opinions on other things so i was hoping you would be willing to explain a little?? no worries if not, go raibh maith agat!! <333
dia dhuit! thanks for this ask, getting really annoying about politics is unfortunately one of my favourite hobbies 🙏
i’d like to start by saying that i am biased against varadkar since i lean left politically, and therefore have never voted fine gael and will never vote fine gael, because i don’t believe that their policies/promises/ideas are what’s best for ireland in the short or long term, and are often actively damaging.
leo varadkar has been the leader of fine gael since 2017, and his party has been in government since then. in that time:
• child homelessness in ireland has reached its highest ever recorded level
• he and his government ended the no-fault eviction ban during the worst housing crisis this country has ever seen
• our hospital systems reach breaking point every winter, and in 2022, 60% of newly trained doctors emigrated to Australia
• the mother and baby home records have been sealed for 30 years, against heavy protests from the victims and their families
and in terms of varadkar more personally, i just think he’s a very unpleasant politician:
• his ‘welfare cheats cheat us all’ campaign was hateful to its core, and incredibly ironic considering the dodgy accountancy going on in gov depts
• leaked confidential information of GP pay deals to a friend
• just google “tiny tim should get a job”
• is a landlord. enough said
i do want to stress that i vehemently disagree with some criticisms of varadkar, namely those coming from ireland’s far right wing. accusations against him include: that he has let immigration spiral out of control and ireland is full (this is fascist rhetoric used to justify the arson attacks against various asylum seeker accommodations), that he has let ‘trans ideology’ (whatever that is) dominate our schools (blatantly untrue. if anything, varadkar still has a long way to go before he is anywhere near as progressive as he should be regarding trans rights). lots of these far right wing criticisms are heightened against varadkar since he is of indian descent and openly gay.
in fact, i will give one (1) small bit of praise to varadkar: i thought he handled brexit okay. but apart from that? i can’t say much
fine gael have been in government for over a decade, and our most successful feats (gay marriage referendum, abortion referendum) have come as a result of grassroots campaigners. i do not think that fine gael, especially under varadkar’s leadership, has helped ireland. as a young adult trying to live in dublin, i feel the effects of the housing crisis every day. i feel the effects of our government’s apathy towards young people every day. this is leo varadkar’s government, and so yes i do blame him
#i have probably forgotten a lot of stuff but here you go anon!#please do further research too! it’s always good to stay up to date on politics#now i have to run because my dissertation is due in uh. 36 hours. oof#asks
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I've been watching data squad, and I noticed all the bio hybrids are very deliberately made to mirror the main DATS trio in some way. Kouki's a battle hungry street brawler, the goth girl (forgot her name) is a genius who only cares about herself, and Ivan...well, i'm not sure about ivan, something to do with family. I'd assume you're better equipped to do an analysis on this contrast, so I'd love to hear your thoughts on it, if possible.
I noticed this as well! I think their appearances were too short for me to make a full-blown meta out of it, but to basically summarize it:
Masaru is a rough brawler, but he only ever picks fights with people who are also causing trouble or challenge him on equal terms (and in the latter case, he follows specific principles and respects the opponent). For Masaru, "fighting" is something you do as a means of self-improvement and to be strong so you can protect those who need to be protected, not to dominate over others. In contrast, Kouki loves fighting and violence, but he does it for the sake of his own superiority and to crush weak people, or in other words, he's a bully who's the picture-perfect depiction of what you imagine when you hear about someone who loves violence. It's notable that he's the only one of the three who's not portrayed as particularly redeemable.
While Tohma came from a privileged background and is quite intelligent, he also was emotionally abused by his family, so he has a strong motive to do something meaningful with his life out of something he accomplished rather than it being for the sake of his family name (while he does make use of his privilege, it's as a means to an end in terms of wanting to do things for others, including his sister, and in fact he's portrayed as somewhat disliking unwarranted attention). Nanami is a "genius" like Tohma, but she only cares about herself and has a snobbish attitude towards "normal" people who can't understand her. She indulges in her "elite" status and doesn't care about morality as long as she gets to satisfy herself.
Yoshino started off the series without much meaning in her life, punching the clock at DATS without any real investment in what she was doing because she was dealing with an inferiority complex. It's only as the series progresses when you can really get the sense she's doing things out of her own beliefs of what's right and wrong (especially when DATS gets cut off from government support but she still chooses to fight anyway). Meanwhile, Ivan is a victim of the system; in order to support his siblings (who are implied to be in very severe financial straits), he "threw away his morals and sold his body" to Kurata out of desperation, because he and his family were so pushed into a corner that he didn't have the room to think about that anymore. (Note the fact that Ivan is the only one of the three to not be Japanese, so there's a nuance of his position as a foreigner being exploited by someone powerful.) So as much as that doesn't make his actions justifiable, Yoshino is capable of empathizing with that to some extent and recognizes that Kurata had been the one to exploit Ivan's situation and vulnerabilities to pseudo-blackmail him.
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