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lawtistic · 2 years

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I'm always seeing others complain about how their fandom used to be amazing and how bad it is now, and all I can do is flex how the death note fandom has grown to be an actually decent fandom since it's peak of fandom garbage around 2017 (but its was always bad before that point)

also you guys are old /j

in 2006-2018: -L never died, he actually ran away to marry everyone's OC's!! uwu L never did anything wrong L is just sweet innocent cinnamon roll!! >o< -WARS were waged over mello x matt and mello x near and i will continue to fear shipping either in case i get a knife hurled at me -screw misa and near, they both suck! hate pages and slander CONSTANTLY, and if you stated you like one or both of them aloud you should fear for your life -task force? who? -if you don't like MY headcanon, you SUCK! i'll leave hate comments on your posts on a daily basis. - takada and mikami are HORRIBLE people! ignore the fact they're also written to be morally gray, they suck.

in 2022: - L and light and morally gray characters with morally gray actions, they have made bad decisions in their lives and it's honestly not a hate crime to like one or the other - mello x matt and mello x near shippers are free from their shackles at last, there's mostly mutual respect between these two shippers, bonus points if you ship them as a poly relationship - you're allowed to like misa and near, you're also allowed to not like them. i love misa and near stans, they're awesome people to talk to and be around - a good majority of the fandom ships lawlight, including myself because red flag x red flag is always good for drama - matsuda stans !! soichiro lovers !! there's less aizawa and mogi stans, and ukita and ide fanbases are still as dry as tumbleweeds on fire, but at least they exist in the fandom's eyes at all - you're allowed to have opinions now! yay! that's something i've never seen in any other fandom this year - takada and especially mikami are now recognized as actual characters who have made not so great decisions, but they have actions and inner monologue that reflects who they are as people, you're also allowed to like them.

#death note #light yagami #teru mikami #kiyomi takada #misa amane #l lawilet #lawlight #fandom #2017 #2022 #fanbase

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thepowerisyouth · 1 month

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My husband and I are a bit late to the party on some of these skills but we have been completely outpriced from groceries, especially lately without reliable income.

Pictured is:

1) the two of us finally buying the metal pans and other supplies and re-igniting a bakers' fire in our hearts for some fresh bread. Came out wonderfully (Kyle has made bread a lot as a teen luckily. Ive only done it twice before, so his experience was key to not fucking it up when we only followed the back of the bag) I looked back on the recipe and receipts later-- and was a little high on the price I quoted to my snap friends. Probably more like $3 worth of the flour, and $1 or less of the other ingredients. Wear & tear is a real cost tho especially with shitty-made kitchen products nowadays. Plus like... $0.20 of dish detergent or something that shits expensive and the pans are huge and numerous for bread making.

2) MICROGREENS. Hopefully Kyle makes posts about them because theres plenty to say. Yummy. Roughly $1.0-$1.5 "cost per tray". ~$1.1 worth of seeds, and idk a tiny amount of cheap, water soluable nutrients that probably cost $0.2-$0.3 for what we used up. Plus old plastic trays needing reuse. Plus about 10 days. Pictured is one "trays worth", which offered some delicious pea shoot nutrition to our dinner. Just about the right portion for 2 of us. We probably could have eaten more the first time but wouldnt do so every day for sure. We have like 6 different types plants we are/going to work on, so again watch @angelnachos for some other posts on that progress

EDIT 1) Kyle told me to not forget the growing medium in the cost. "Hydroton" was about $15 for 2 lbs + shipping (we shipped with other stuff, but it can be found locally in hydroponic supply stores). It covered maybe ~6 "trays worth", and are reusable. You just boil them between uses. They seem quite tough but only time will tell the exact wear & tear cost there. When I discover it-- I can create the proper depreciation schedule; and then toss that schedule in the garbage because accounting sucks and microgreens are cool

#self sufficiency #its the great depression 2.0 ya gotta learn to adapt ya know #microgreens #bread #baking #indoor plants #anti capitalism #accounting #snaps

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sieglinde-freud · 6 months

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for the ask game: 2, 4, 5, 9, 17, 24, 29, 35

OOHHH THIS GONNA BE LONG under cut immediately

2. Least favorite main title?

i think this may upset some people but just of the games that i have finished (i havent played or finished every single fire emblem game… i know i know bad fan shut up) it’s prooobably fe7??? not because it’s bad. i do love that game. i just love it the least of every other game i played? i love all three of the lords a lot!! theyre just not my super favorites. i like the story fine, just not as much as other games. the gameplay is alright, but i dont think it’s anything to write home about. it’s a perfectly average fire emblem game all across the board i think. and that’s probably why i dont think about it too much? though, admittedly, ive only played through it fully once and that was like. five years ago? i could give it another run. i never did try hector hard mode, tbf… also huge shoutout to my lovelies sain and serra i love them so much…

4. What games do you wish to play next?

i dont know how often i mentioned it but i had a computer a while ago that just stopped working. like completely. the hardware is fine it just stopped functioning properly and ive taken it to literally every tech place and handed it to every computer junkie friend i have and nothing can fix it. and very unfortunately, it broke while i was in the middle of playing path of radiance. i dont really have anything else i can emulate it on right now, but if i could it’d be that. and of course, radiant dawn right after :)

5. What games would you reccomend to someone new?

toss up between 7, 8, and 13. they all have their strengths and weaknesses as entry points, but theyre all fairly simple in difficulty, and 7 and 13 were entry points for a lot of people who still love the game today, so theyre pretty easy to reccomend. 7 and 8 are easily accessible being able to emulate on like. most things?? even iphones with little hassle. 13 was also, up until very recently, very easy to grab off the eshop. i guess if someone asked me now compared to last year maybe i wouldnt say 13 for that reason? idk. 16* is also an option though, if only because it’s on the switch and while fairly different from the main fire emblem formula, it is VERY good at grabbing attention. im biased because i have used it to drag a friend into fire emblem hell so. i know it works. personally i’d probably go 7/13, 8, 16*, {the rest} but yeah. those four. move awakening down if hardware is an issue.

9. Least favorite character?

IN THE WHOLE SERIES??????? man… i dont know i dont really dislike a whole lot of characters? i guess the first one that comes to mind is gilbert three houses?? i understand why hes like that for sure and can sympathize but i dont know. everytime that hes on screen i just frustrated. the fact that he treats annette the way that he does bothers me a lot even if i understand why, but then theres also the added fact that he only becomes story relevant to replace dedue, who was a MUCH better and far less ANNOYING character to listen to all the time. like why would you replace one of my favorite students/retainers with this stupid little old man who i really have no reason to be attached to? you cant even recruit him during white clouds! not to mention, hes force deployed with the most garbage base stats (THAT YOU CANT CHANGE. BECAUSE. HE WASNT RECRUITABLE IN WHITE CLOUDS!!) in one of the hardest maps in the whole game in a position you CANNOT EDIT. like just GIVE ME DEDUE??????? you know, the CHARACTER I TRAINED??????? god… anyways so its probably him. this felt good actually i dislike him much more than i thought i did.

17. How did you get into Fire Emblem?

this is really embarrassing actually but when i was younger i was really into kid icarus uprising (i still am but like less so) and i reeeally loved pit like you see me with inigo now? that was pit for me back then. and i wanted more of him but nintendo was not giving me any kid icarus content, so what i looked up his voice actor instead, and i went through a lot of medias just to listen to him (did you know antony del rio did this live performance of maroon 5’s “This Love” that’s actually way better than the original? look it up) (no i dont like adam levine) but the one that stuck the most was this silly little game… you mightve heard of it its called Fire Emblem Fates. and i saw silas fire emblem and i was like WOAHHH. HES CUTE and did a ton of research on the series, having only vaguely known of it from smash bros. bought birthright, having learned it was the easier of the two paths, and then i just. entire life changed immediately and i didnt even know.

24. An FE title you wish would be remade?

all of them in order, which is what they already seem to be doing! so, ideally, fe4 next? of course my bias would LOVE an awakening remake but i dont think thats fair to skip all the other games. plus, i think there are other games that need a gameplay overhaul more. …like fe4.

29. Avatars: yay or nay?

i cant fucking stand the concept of avatars in fire emblem. i like all of them as characters. i think robin, corrin, byleth, and alear as characters (i havent played shadow dragon and new mystery sorry kris!) are fine. but i hate how theyre all implemented into all of their games, to the point where the words “byleth” and “alear” are never spoken in their mostly fully voiced games. its so fucking stupid. and then you have writing problems, like other playable characters not being able to have meaningful and lasting conflicts with the avatars because you have to be able to fuck them when the games over, or even during the game in robin and corrins case. and also the weird incest that has to happen if you want your avatar to have familial ties? god forbid people who just think camilla or ryoma are hot have to justify incest to themselves and read some the dumbest fucking s support bullshit just to have their little otome romance. and then the plot bending around them? robin i give a pass because i dont think awakening was annoyingly centered on them (the grima thing was close but for the most part the focus stays on chrom and i think thats a good thing) but as much as i love these games, fates, three houses, and engage all suffer from being a little TOO player pandering. making your character a god? really? especially when the avatar takes focus away from other potential story drivers (xander/takumi, 3h lords, engage royals) and like for what? i like all of the “avatars” as characters. but the way that theyre used and what little that usage does for any positive story impact is just frustrating!

35. What’s something you wish Intsys would just stop doing?

avatars.

#hi stedy :3 thanks for the hater questions that was actually really fun #i dont normally like being too pissy about things but god sometimes it is fun to just hate #asks #*editing bc i wrote 17 instead of 16 intitially i think three houses is the better starting point i just cant count

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sensesdialed-aa · 4 years

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“ i remember the m i n u t e / it was like a switch was flipped i was just a kid who grew up strong enough to pick this armor up and suddenly it FIT. ”

ind. sel. mcu based PETER PARKER. est. may 2018. by ash. temp cred.

#(its late but. i needed a new promo hhgFCSDHJS)#(its not my fave ive made buuuUT i cant edit for shit so Take This)#🕸 ❝ this is an on fire garbage can ❞ → self promo #mcu rp #indie rp #peter parker rp #spider man rp

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quazartranslates · 3 years

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game - CH65

**This is an edited machine translation. For more information, please [click here]**

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Chapter 65: Seed of Slaughter (IV)

He hadn't died?

Qi Leren was so frightened that he was at a loss.

The wind poured in from the blasted iron wall, and the fresh but cold air from the high altitude quickly lowered the temperature in the cabin.

The cloaked man was everywhere. Those thorns on the ground slowly shrunk; most returned to his body, the rest were like a black python, cruising and crawling on the ground.

The cabin was silent, and the survivors looked at Qi Leren who had come back from the dead in astonishment, which was even more shocking than the murderer's survival in the explosion.

Thump, thump, thump. His heart beat fast, his body was cramped with nerves, and he was stiff in the cold air.

He only had 30 seconds, and within these 30 seconds, he would either die or couldn't die again.

The murderer's burned face was naked - showing the burned muscles due to the explosion. He seemed to be laughing, without the cover of his lips, and white teeth were embedded in the dark red flesh, looking horrifying. With his smile, the thorns came crazily toward Qi Leren, and he rolled on the spot without thinking. Those thorns beat on the ground like waves, and one even nicked his arm, scraping off a large piece of skin and instantly pouring blood.

At this moment, Qi Leren unexpectedly calmed down, and the primary fighting skill equipped in the card slot gave play at this moment, so he narrowly escaped those crazy thorns and vines and approached the cloaked man.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flying thorn, watching the inevitable, and a figure flew out. The long stick in his hand hit the thorn, which gave Qi Leren a chance. Qi Leren didn't even have time to look back at him, and his feet kept rushing towards the cloaked man.

There was another inescapable thorn, which stabbed him in the stomach like a sharp arrow. Qi Leren stared at the cloaked man who was less than half a meter away from him, and grabbed his clothes - the thorn passed through his belly, but failed to shake his strength to hold the cloaked man. He was not thrown off, and his other hand also held the cloaked man.

The setting sun was like blood, shining into the cabin from outside the broken wall. Qi Leren wanted to push hard and drag the murderer down from the blasted bulkhead.

The wound that pierced his abdomen was not judged by the S/L skill as fatal. Instead of being reloaded, he dragged the cloaked man and fell from the airship together…

Too high, too fast, and the wind was too fierce, Qi Leren simply couldn't open his eyes, he just felt out of balance and kept falling.

The afterglow of the setting sun hung over the sea where the airship flew. His eyes were closed, but the golden red light still passed through the thin eyelids and came to his retinas. It was like a glowing red sea of fire, so vast and magnificent, and every knife cut on his skin was so sharp that the pain was like being burned.

For a moment, he thought he was falling into a lake of fire in hell, and the golden sunset was an eternal industrial fire burning in hell. The cloaked man who was grabbed by him struggled hard, and the thorns running through Qi Leren’s belly twisted crazily, but they could not stop the two from falling out of control.

To die together.

Once again, Qi Leren returned to the save point, his legs so soft that he almost fell down. The people around him gave him a quick hand. He murmured a thank you in a cold sweat and sat down on the chair.

Outside the cabin wall that had been blasted by the miniature bomb, the golden sunset gazed gently at the survivors. They looked in amazement at Qi Leren who had come back from the dead twice in a row, but he was too immersed in the instantaneous death just now.

Although it is not as high as an airplane, it made no difference whether it was the sea or the ground below when falling from this height. In an instant, it turned a living person to a mass of meat sludge. Fortunately, this kind of death was fast enough and direct enough. It was much simpler than a soft knife to cut meat. It was just that the feeling of falling briefly before death made Qi Leren instinctively feel scared, completely out of control, unable to stop and powerless.

"Amazing, outstanding determination and courage. That we can survive from the madman who started killing wildly was thanks to you." The man who gave him a hand just now clapped his hands, and Qi Leren noticed that he was the one who had just blocked the thorns with a long stick.

The surviving people in the cabin also clapped their hands one after another. Surrounded by applause, Qi Leren was a little embarrassed. He whispered to the man near him about the killing: "I just heard someone say that that person’s seed of slaughter had awakened. What does that mean?"

The man arched his eyebrows: "Are you new?"

"...Well, I haven’t been here long." Qi Leren gave a wry smile.

"As a newcomer, you are already very good. Most of the people in the ship are old players, and they still weren’t able to turn the tide. Haha, sometimes luck is more important than strength here." The man laughed, "Oh yes, my name is Luo Yishan, and I’ve been here for about half a year."

"Hello, my name is Qi Leren. Thank you just now. If you hadn't helped me fend off the thorns, I'm afraid I probably wouldn't be able to chat with you here now." Qi Leren didn’t say when he came in, so he thanked Luo Yishan for his help just now.

Luo Yishan looks like a well-built young man. He was powerful and straightforward at first glance.

"Don't mention it. It's a pity that you couldn’t help everyone..." Luo Yishan sighed and glanced at the mess on the ground.

Qi Leren also looked at the devastated cabin, with tables and chairs swept by thorns everywhere. More than a dozen bodies were lying on the ground. Several surviving players were moving the bodies and putting them together. Several friends of the dead stood beside the bodies to mourn, and several women sobbed.

There was no need to say any more about the damage on the wall. Such a big hole made the temperature in the cabin plummet. He didn't feel it in the critical moment just now. Now as he calmed down, he began to shake. He rummaged through the system inventory and finally put on Ning Zhou's coat.

The dying sunset lingered near sea level, sending a brilliant golden light, which shines brightly, but it was still so cold.

"Xiao Qi, are you from the Vatican?" Luo Yishan suddenly asked.

Qi Leren looked at him blankly: "Huh?"

"Isn't this the symbol of the Vatican?" Luo Yishan said, pointing to the insignia at the collar of his coat.

Qi Leren turned up the collar of his coat, and sure enough, there was a logo embroidered in gold thread, which looked quite abstract. At the bottom, it seemed to be a demon with horns, while at the top, there was a cross with a crown: "Is this the symbol of the Vatican? Sorry, I don't know, this jacket isn’t mine ... "

"Oh, I thought you were a member of the Vatican. I heard that the headquarters of the Vatican moved to Neverland at the north pole after the demons’ invasion. It’s cold enough to freeze penguins to death there." Luo Yishan suddenly told a cold joke, and he burst out laughing.

"..." The man's laughing point was so low that Qi Leren just forced a laugh without words.

Neverland? Vatican? When he played "Nightmare Game", the Vatican did exist, but he didn't know exactly where it was. His understanding of the Vatican was also very limited. Although the main task did involve the Vatican, he even needed to go to the temple cathedral that was captured by the demons more than 20 years ago …

"About the seed of slaughter..." Qi Leren asked about the word he had just heard.

Luo Yishan gave him a dignified look and warned: "It's not a good thing. Those who walk on this side of the road will not end well."

The back of Qi Leren's neck suddenly stung, and he touched the stabbing pain. The sharp pain disappeared like an illusion.

Several players sat down beside Qi Leren, and inquired about his skills in a beat around the bush. Qi Leren frowned impatiently and didn't want to pay attention to this group of people. Finally, Luo Yishan gave the excuse that he needed a rest and let him lie in a chair to have a rest. Qi Leren was really tired. He just wanted to take a nap, but he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The airship had already started to land, and the swaying hull made people feel very uneasy. Passengers also sat down and held tables and chairs to avoid falling out.

With the whistle of the landing, the passengers walked down the cabin in twos and threes.

Qi Leren says goodbye to Luo Yishan, holding the handrail and getting off the airship.

Under the airship, Al, in uniform, stood there with his arms crossed. Several players were telling him about the accident on the airship. He nodded carelessly and toyed with the ring on his index finger. When Qi Leren came down, he immediately looked up and then came to him.

Qi Leren looked at him for a while, startled: "What's the matter?"

Al looked him up and down. "Did you kill that garbage?"

"...Mn," Qi Leren answered

Al's lazy attitude seems to be slightly corrected. He glanced at Qi Leren: "Very good, come with me."

"Where?" Qi Leren asked.

"Court. Congratulations, your movements are restricted from today on," Al answered coldly.

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#Welcome to the Nightmare Game #欢迎来到噩梦游戏 #danmei

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susiequaz12 · 4 years

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Carrot Top- 6: Howe

Alright, here it is! This one is arguably less whumpy, with a little comfort (cause heaven knows Andrew needs some comfort). I ended up splitting this in half with a different part that I’ll probs post soon cause it’s already edited.

Some world background stuff that I’ll address again- There’s a genetically modified group of people called peculiari that are born with enhanced genetic abilities. There are four main groups: Shapeshifter, Superhuman, Nature Bender, and Mind Reader. Andrew is a shapeshifter. I introduce a Nature Bender briefly here, but that character will probs become kinda important later on.

Tags: @imagination1reality0, @just-a-raccoon-with-wifi, and @thehopelessopus

CW: medical references, needles (an iv), blood, throwing up, restraints, stitches, treating wounds, mention and descriptions of injuries.

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Andrew woke up on fire.

Every ounce of his body burned with each shifted breath and jostled movement.

He quickly realized he couldn’t move very much though. His hands felt free, but at the attempt of pulling his knees to his chest, he realized his ankles were secured with straps, keeping him tied to a- a bed?

No, he thought. It wasn’t comfortable enough to be a bed, but not uncomfortable enough to be a table or cot of some sorts. It was somewhere in between, like, like a medical bed. One that you’d find in a hospital, or an examination room.

The first few seconds he came into full consciousness were filled with panic. He didn’t know where he was, or where he had been. All that registered in his mind was pain. Red hot- searing and cold blue- aching, pain.

A soft hand came atop his chest, pulling a blanket back over him that he didn’t know he’d knocked loose, shushing him gently, pushing him back down to the bed.

“Hey now, you’ve been through quite the ordeal, just breathe for me. You’re gonna be fine.”

Andrew’s eyes barely registered the man that the words were coming from. His vision swimmed in his head as the shapes and figures around him were fuzzy. Nothing clear, but not unidentifiable. An instant wave of relief washed over him as he realized the man wasn’t Splice. He was- a- a doctor.

Doctors are safe.

Doctors are supposed to help people.

Maybe he’d been rescued, put in a hospital, and Ali and Justin were waiting outside until they could come in to visit. Yeah, that was it. This was all just a nightmare.

But doctors don’t tie non-dangerous patients down to the bed.

So either he was in a real hospital, and they discovered his powers and thought he was dangerous, or he was still here. With Splice.

Andrew didn’t like either of those options.

The doctor grabbed his arm in a gentle hand, and as he pulled it away from him, Andrew noticed the IV, and the tubes and cables connecting him to various machines in the room. The man uncapped a vial and inserted an unfamiliar liquid into the IV, his eyes scanning the tube as the liquid slid through, and into his system.

He placed his limb back onto the bed, and then a cautious arm wrapped underneath Andrew’s lower back, lifting him up and forward.

Andrew winced and groaned out at the pressure put on his back.

“Hey now, it’s okay. I just gotta redress these bandages. You can go back to sleep once I’m done. It won’t take long.”

The blanket fell around his lap and he looked down at his stomach, seeing rows and rows of white, medical bandages, blending in with his pale skin. His eyes then went to his wrists, where dark bruises were starting to form from where the restraints had dug into them for so long. He had no doubt that there were some to match on his ankles.

He didn’t even want to imagine what his body looked like underneath the bandages.

The doctor sat on a rolling stool by the bed and started to undress the bandages, carefully pulling away the blood-soaked fabric. As his hands brushed across the markings, Andrew couldn’t help the shiver that took his body. He expected more pain to come at the touch, but there was just a dull, thudding ache across his body. That thudding ache echoed behind his eyes from hours of crying, and straining to see without his glasses.

After a few minutes the bandages laid in a pile on the floor to be scooped into the garbage can across the room. Andrew’s eyes glanced down. He saw the array of red, spattered amidst the white strips, and then his eyes traveled to his chest, where the blood originated. Oozing out of the cuts and slashes down his torso in a slow and steady crawl. If that wasn’t enough to set his stomach in motion, the bruises and the welts that crawled all over his chest and limbs surely would be.

The doctor quickly noticed the lurching that came from Andrew’s stomach, and rushed across the room to grab the garbage can before holding it underneath his head. However, there was nothing to throw up but more water and fluids. His body then decided to try and hack out his lungs as well. It was as if they were a poison, a toxin that his body needed to get rid of. He dry-heaved, tears streaming down his face as he couldn’t breathe, the sobs and coughs wracking through every limb as he choked and sputtered to try and get his body under control.

The doctor kept a firm, but gentle hand on Andrew’s back, as he hacked his lungs out, before finally settling down to some slight wheezing. His body would’ve collapsed back into the bed if not for the hand holding him upright.

“You always throw up at the sight of blood, or was this just a special occasion?”

Andrew wheezed out a reply, surprised at how raspy and broken his voice sounded. “No- only when it- when it’s mine.”

There was silence for a few minutes as the doctor scrambled around the cart of supplies, before pulling out a jar of what looked to be some sort of ointment or cream. He proceeded to clean the cuts and welts from the beating with a rag and disinfectant, before applying the ointment and wrapping him up again.

“My name’s Howe.”

Andrew raised his head in a response, eyes glancing to the Doctor. He seemed young. Like he could be fresh out of college, not any older than 25.

He gestured towards himself with the bottle of cream in one hand, gloved fingers applying it with the other. “I’m a Nature bender. I deal with plants mostly. Natural remedies, ointments, as well as your regular medical stuff of course.” Andrew felt the cold ointment against his back, before the doctor- Howe- moved to his chest. The mixture was pale green, smelling vaguely of mint and some sort of forest.

“This is my own recipe, I’m pretty proud of it. It’s meant to soothe, so it’s good for irritated skin or rashes, but it also prevents infection from entering the body, while helping the skin regrow and heal faster.”

“Wow.” Was all Andrew managed to breath out. It did feel incredibly relaxing. Soothing- like he was in a spa. He could take a whole bath in the stuff.

Howe laid it on thicker where the whip had met his flesh, and where Splice had carved with his knife. His skin had been rubbed raw from the ropes, so by the time they had finished, nearly the whole bottle of cream had been used up.

“I tell you all this to ease your nerves.” Howe began to say. “So you know that I’m a real doctor. I graduated from medical school just a year ago before being…uhh- hired. I’m not just one of those people in a lab coat that Splice has to run his experiments and tests or whatever.”

Before Andrew could ask any questions, he was laid back down and tucked underneath the blanket.

“Now I just need to check that hand again, see how it’s doing and you’ll be good to go back to sleep okay?”

Andrew nodded. He felt tired, the soothing ointment working through his body mixed with painkillers made him feel strangely relaxed.

Everything that happened instantly came back to him when Howe started to unwrap the bandages on his hand. Andrew tried to pull it back towards him, shield it close to his chest.

“Hey, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Howe stated, keeping a firm grip around Andrew’s wrist. “I just gotta check up on those stitches I gave you, make sure it’s all still clean and then I’ll bandage it right back up. Promise.”

As soon as the bandages fell away, Andrew’s eyes fell to his lap. He didn’t know if he wanted to look at it. If he even could look at it.

He realized he hadn’t attempted to move the hand since it had happened. It had just hung there limp. So he was grateful when he felt the cold touch of Howe’s hand, as his fingers brushed gently across his palm and around his fingers.

He caught a glimpse, and it thankfully didn’t look as bad as he thought. The wound was clean. The marking from the knife only marred by rows of stitches holding the skin closed tightly. It was raw, and red and irritated, but other than that, it didn’t look too terrible.

Andrew was scared to ask, but he needed to know.

“Is- is it gonna be okay?” The doctor glanced up. “My- my hand. Is it gonna be okay?”

Howe deflected the question, looking back down again.

“Do you feel this?” Howe trailed a finger up and down the side of Andrew’s thumb. The boy nodded. “Can you wiggle your finger for me?”

Andrew tried, but all he managed to do was get a slight twitch, barely noticeable if you weren’t looking for it. The boy tried to slow down the panic that was rising in his chest. He tried to wiggle a finger again, but all he managed to do with his efforts was send new spikes of pain shooting through his hand. He hissed through his teeth, groaning from pain and frustration.

“Not yet.” Howe stated. “Give it some time to heal. It’ll be stiff for a long time, but if you work at it slowly, you should regain most of the normal function.”

“Most?” Howe released his hand back to him with the clean bandages, Andrew pulled it tightly to his chest. “What do you mean most? Wait…”

Howe pushed him back down onto the bed, placing the blanket over him. “You suffered pretty severe damage to the nerves, tendons, and blood vessels in your palm. I managed to reconnect as many as I could given the circumstances, but it’ll take a long time to heal. We won’t know how much function you will actually have until much later. For now, all you can do is rest.”

Andrew wanted to ask many, many more questions, but he was incredibly tired. Even being awake for just a few minutes had wore him down. His body sank into the bed, and right as he started drifting to unconsciousness, a familiar figure walked into the room.

“Hey carrot top!”

#whump #medical whump #treating wounds #oc #original writing #carrot top #stitches #bandaging wounds

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unfortunatematchups · 4 years

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its been real, guys.

this blog came to be because four people had a shared passion and wanted to make something out of it. maybe the amount of love we had to this blog wasnt all equal, some of us loved homestuck and writing match ups more than the others.

but as this blog ages, so does our love for homestuck. with homestuck 2 absolutely destroying everything ive come to love about homestuck, ive found that i actually have a weaker grasp and understanding on the characters than i actually do. i can no longer find myself able to match people accurately to my liking.

ive done all i could, really, genuinely, truthfully and painfully. ive done my best not to let homestuck 2, beyond the absolute garbage fire of what i cant bring myself to consider canon, affect how i see and feel about the kids. the trolls havent suffered much slander on their part, not yet anyway. i still love the trolls i love, but the same cant be said for the kids. knowing that this is how the kids turn out to be is crushing and ruins everything ive come to know and love about the characters, even if i never liked some of them that much anyway.

its like watching or reading a horrifying scene or truth about something you love. it taints the image and starts to make you really doubt just whether or not you really knew that thing you claim to love. throughout homestuck 2 ive just been asking myself, ‘is this really the same story?’

i probably shouldnt let some botched writing ruin my perception of what i love. but the damage has been done. theres no point in me writing the characters as they were in homestuck, pretending that what they do in homestuck 2 didnt happen. the final statement is that homestuck 2 hurt the love i had for homestuck, and while im upset that i let it do so, theres nothing i can do. im not going to try and revitalise the passion i had. ive better things to obsess over, and i refuse to waste it on homestuck.

im writing this so that any of you following this blog or have the intent to can see this and reevaluate whether or not you really want to follow or keep following. right now theres nintey-four people following, and id be lying if i said i wasnt surprised by how many people actually like the stuff were making.

a part of why im making the grand decision to close this blog is because its run its course. like my previous post stated, im the only one still writing for it. the other writer has other shit going on and so do i. im not going to force the other mods to write for this blog, and neither am i going to force myself to choke out something. i know when something is dying, and i know when to let it rest. the last post i made, i still had a little bit of fight left in me. i thought that if someone came in with a stupid good request, it would reignite that flame and let me get back into the groove of writing. it didnt. theres a lovely five part request that gives me plenty of inspiration, but i was kidding myself.

by the time id made that post, i think its safe to say that most of us lost that spark of adrenaline we had in the beginning. there was a slim chance i was going to keep it running, and the wheel didnt land on it.

i thought i knew the characters. and maybe i do, but not as closely as i once did. i no longer have the ability to write up something that matches bits and pieces of both personalities together to form a complete, satisfying puzzle. im just staring at a paragraph of bullshit that i cant string together long enough to properly read it, let alone make a response to it. im losing whatever investment i put into homestuck, and its showing. i havent even thought about homestuck all that much in these few months. thats not to say i wont still love john, dave and equius, but they take less space in my heart than they used to.

another part of why im closing this blog is so i wont have to have it nagging at the back of my mind. since february ive always kept this blog in the back of my mind, checking in on it once every few weeks to see if theres a new ask or follow. and there is. people are still following this blog, waiting for a response, waiting for the content that this blog provided. im not going to lie, there probably wont be. maybe i can refurbish it for something else, but as of now, this blog is going to be left alone.

thats all. thanks for taking the time to read this. theres no proper way to explain why this blog is closing, so this is the best i can and will do. its been real, and im glad i could make some people happy with the matches.

to mod spaghetti, thanks for checking in on this blog from time to time, giving ur lil posts here and there, and helping with some of the matches. stay vibin, cryptid.

to mod pie, thanks for writing those non homestuck requests. i dont know how to comfort people, so i hope the memes im sending you help, even if by a little. keep vibin with ur nasty owo shit

and to mod tamago. thanks for those late night editing sessions where i would just vomit words and youd clean up the mistakes. who knew i made so many, huh? heres to hopefully getting any grade above c for our future modules.

#homestuck #mod olio #not matchup #last post?#unlikely #for now?#absolutely

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tce070 · 5 years

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An apology to my Facebook Friends

I’m going to keep this as brief as possible so I can screenshot it and share. After looking back at some old posts circa 2015 and earlier; I’ve come to realize I put you guys through some serious shit! I am talking racist, homophobic, anti-Semitic, and misogynistic garbage. What you need to know is my mind was an in extremely dark place and I was terribly frustrated with how my life was going. What you do not know but could’ve probably guessed is this behavior landed me in jail for 6 months. There I had an extraordinary amount of time to think about life and where I was headed. Just know I am very proud of how I’ve handled this adversity. 4 years after burning some American flags, being charged with arson, and coming off of 3 years probation; I have found work, moved out of my parents house, and am seeking to do right with the world. With that said, I will be doing some editing on this page so people in the future don’t have to see some of what I put up here.

Since election day 2012 I have been specifically trying to change or altar the world in my own view and possibly yours as well with tce070 the Ameba Virus. It has been a fluid plan this entire time meaning the world has been launching cannonballs at me and I have been rolling with it. My manifesto was sent out early 2013 and has companion parts II, III, & IV. I stand by them all and hold the right to write even more if need be. As you can probably tell, I am extremely conflicted in my views and feel like Prometheus every day getting my heart ripped out by an eagle! Does that mean I’ve stolen fire from the gods? Who knows and only time will tell! What I can assure you is in the moment I believe I will do the right thing. Thank you for your patience and thank you for being my friend.

Carter Troughton

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damnatvs · 1 month

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you're too hard on yourself you're worth so much more than you give yourself credit for i know you know it well

endless edits by peach - part one / ∞

#i. it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti hero | face #i. i'm getting tired even for a phoenix | ch. study #iv. this is an on fire garbage can | my edits

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kilmameri · 5 years

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I saw @solange-lol doing this and it seemed fun so I wanted to do it too. Please do it yourselves too and tag me to it if you like, I won’t be tagging anyone. I’ve added my comments in chunks so theyre easier to delete. this is mostly me writing random garbage which isnt needed but i wanted to do

Rules: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations

AIR: i have small hands • i love the night sky • i watch small animals and birds when i pass them by • i drink herbal tea • i wake to see dawn • the smell of dust is comforting • i’m valued for being wise • i prefer books to music • i meditate • i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

What kinda aspiration is having small hands tho? :DD I love the night sky the most when it’s warm an dark, often when im like, on a trip. its not often both dark and warm where i live :D and i Love birds. today waiting for the bus i almost forgot where i was when i watched birds fly in flocks over us. theyre moving back here for spring! :D

also like,, waking early is so over appreciated. and i see the dawn plenty bc the sun rises at like nine o’clock in winter if at all like,,, i get that its more constant to ppl who live closer to the equator and actually means something. i would wake up to see the dawn tho for the stillness of the world tho if it was with someone but only in daydreams bc why get up early when u can stay up late? that last one abt truths like lmao we get it u deep but yea i love trivia

FIRE: i don’t have straight hair • i like to wear ripped jeans • i play an organized sport • i love dogs • i am not afraid of adventure • i love to talk to strangers • i always try new foods • i enjoy road trips • summer is my favorite season • my radio is always playing

i love curly hair. i have really thick and stiff straigh af hair and i sometimes wish it had Even Waves bc id love to look more messy-cute ya know? bc now its all clean partings, no stray hairs. it looks too formal for my taste and id like for it to have some personality. i know i could just curl it with an iron or get it done but yea,,, i dont care That much

like im constantly told im crazy brave and i guess this applies to me? like i Did move at age 16 to my own in a city i have never been in with no one there who knew me and just,,, didnt even care. i tell others what ive been up to and they ooh and aah and im like?? but yea it does feel nice to be considered adventurous

also i love weird foods and am Not picky. in ninth grade home ec my kitchen needed to design a three course meal and dear fucking god was that a mess. we had one vegetarian lactose intolerant peep, one who didnt eat random shit like onions and bell pepper bc they taste bad (???) and so if a recepie had even a slightest bit of that he insisted it be left out or didnt even listen to the full recepie. and one who like,,,, would Not eat any foregin food. he wanted Potatoes and sausages. im like??? this is the final home ec test? this is supposed to showcase our skills,,, and you want boiled potatoes and plain sausage? what a mess lmao

WATER: i wear bracelets on my wrists • i love the bustle of the city • i have more than one set of piercings • i read poetry • i love the sound of a thunderstorm • i want to travel the world • i sleep past midday most days • i love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • i rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • i see emotions in colors not words

i moved to a city abt uhhh? half a year ago and i love it here :D theres nothing better than walking in the centrum with the pidgeons and street artists and ppl having a good time chatting and shopping

i used to sleep past midday but i try to not so much bc that worsens my mood a lot bc i feel really isolated spending so much of my time alone. but it is my natural way of being so i guess thats how it be sometimes

EARTH: i wear glasses/contacts • i enjoy doing the laundry • i am a vegetarian • i have an excellent sense of time • my humor is very cheerful • i am a valued adviser to my friends • i believe in true love • i love the chill of mountain air • i’m always listening to music • i am highly trusted by the people in my life

bad eyesight ://. i do kinda enjoy doing household chores when i have something to listen to or a call to be in but that hasnt been the case lately. i am not vegetarian but sometimes i do go days without eating meat by accident which i dont mind but like,,, yea. its bc i eat like, bread, noodles, cereal, and then there might be something vegetarian at school that i eat bc it looks like the tastiest food there

idk abt my humor? its kinda spicky, insulting to some. but i dont mean it its like friendly banter. but i put it on with ppl who arent friends of confy with that sometimes and i dont mean to honestly

AETHER: i go without makeup in my daily life • i make my own artwork • i keep on track of my tasks and time • i always know true north • i see beauty in everything • i can always smell flowers • i smile at everyone i pass by • i always fear history repeating itself • i have recovered from a mental disorder • i can love unconditionally

never really liked makeup, too much work for a thing i cant really tell is even there. the flashy types of makeup i dont like so much. also im already cute af

ive been told im organized as hell by my peers and i dont get it. thats just?? how i naturally do things. it like,,, is Impossible for me to put things in their wrong places. if its hard to put where it belongs then i dedicate a “pending” spot for it in a place thats easy. and i hate notebooks and instead use a binder filled with loose leaves that i can edit as much as i like :3

thanks for reading, hmu if u wanna say something abt the things i wrote. ill read it

#long post #me

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wingdingle · 7 years

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Hey there youtube, uh Stu here, back again with another video uh. today im gonna be unboxing and reviewing, california pizza kitchen, uh, limited edition chipotle spicy chicken, crispy thin crust, uh, says it right there, uh, as you can see, uh, looks pretty good. uh, i dunno if you guys can see that, will that focus? is that gonna focus for me? uh, focus? focus? here we go, foc- focus, focus, fooocus, ok yeah its focused, uh. Grilled white meat chicken, roasted corn, black beans, poblano peppers, fire roasted red and yellow peppers, kil-kilan- kilantro, mozz-mozzuhrella, parmis- parmesan, aus-asiago, and, ro, romano cheeses, and a spicy chip-otle lime sauce on a crispy, thin crust. *breathes* I dont like spicy foods, so im really hoping this isnt too spicy. uh, my dad got the wrong kind, um. i asked him for the barbecue chicken pizza, he got spicy chipotle, but its ok, he told me to just bite the bullet as they say, uhh. so thatswhat im, gonna do, uh, so ive already kinda cracked this open for convenience sake, uh we can just pull the rest of this *zip* damn it it ripped. it ripped, uh, hang on *sound of stu struggling with the box* Mmh. Ahh hh . hmmmmmm. Hhh What the heck? This doesnt look, anything like the picture. This doesn’t look anything like the picture! This one’s going straight in the garbage, heeh no just kidding, uh im gonna cook it, uh, im not one to waste food, so ill come back with the review. see you guys. hey youtube uh, back again, uh, so now were doing the review portion, we got the pizza right here first of all, it um, it doesnt look anything like uh the one on the box. it still looks pretty good but it doesnt look like the one on the box. so uh, minus one point for that. um, my mom would not help me cut it so im just gonna have to, uh, eat it, here, like this, uh, i c- i dont know how to cut it. so, its got some chicken, some good stuff on there, uh, im just gonna take a bite *crunch* *chew* *smack* *crunch* *chew* *smack* *smack* *crunch* *chew* *crunch* *smack smack smack* *crunch* *chew* *crunch* *chew* *smack* Mm. That’s pretty good. I was worried it would be too spicy but, id give it a, 10 out of 10. *crunch* *chew* Phenomenal. I- Yeah, definitely buy california pizza kitchen, um, Spicy chipotle chicken i think it was called. Yeah this is fantastic. Hoh. *crunch* *smack* Alright catch you guys later.

#stu #i transc4ibed this in blood #jegg #transcribed

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fuukonomiko · 7 years

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Tainted Chapter 2 The Reluctant Psyker

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9314780/chapters/21463847

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12299182/3/Tainted-Revised-Edition

Since the whole deal with the Aswang's hidden army, Primarch Magnus kept her close at bay. She had been promoted to the ranks of more regaled Remembrancers who worked with the Crimson King's primary company. Not that it made her job any easier. If anything, she felt more pressure to perform. She wanted to show him she was worth it. She gathered as much items and information from the ruins of the Eastern part of the planet, gathering books, artifacts of interest and relics. She made careful notes of the achievements of the Thousand Sons, drawing, writing, and reporting. She did her best to avoid being a damsel-in-distress. For one reason or another she often found herself being hounded by rogue attacks from what was left of the Xeno resistance, and the not-so-occasional assault by the planet's own predators. She used whatever psychic attack she knew, a number of times burning her hands in the process or rendering herself lightheaded and syncopal. She had gotten so well acquainted with the Apothecary that they called each other by first name basis.

"I think you enjoy my company too much, Mistress Karimah." one Apothecary named Abulkhariz observed as he tended to her injuries.

"I do." she replied, wincing as he started to clean the abrasions. "I just wish it was spent under a cooling tent with coffee and pastries. " She sighed. "I'm beginning to wonder if these beasts don't like my scent. I haven't seen them attack anything or anyone else for that matter." she raised a brow at the Astartes, "You don't suppose I should change bath soaps?'

The Space Marine laughed, knowing full well that the reason for the Remembrancer getting assaulted by these animals had nothing to do with her being eyed as dessert, but had all to do with a very curious Primarch. Magnus had deliberately let her underguarded, or not guarded at all to see how she would fare against random assaults. He had instructed the Space Marines to leave her to her defenses unless it was absolutely necessary to step in.

"What if she gets killed in the process, my Lord?" Phosis T'kar once asked when told by his Primarch to stay in the background.

"Then you have failed orders." Magnus explained. "I said, step back, observe what aetheric powers she draws. I didn't say not to help her."

She did relatively well, he had to admit as he casually watched from a distance. She was clearly a little rusty, as control of her powers was something she lacked. His Astartes stepped in at about the right time before she damaged herself, just as he ordered.

"She commands the power of lightning, Hathor." he spoke to the captain of the Third Fellowship once he was satisfied with his observation. "I believe she will do well with the Pavoni. Teach her, my son. Show her the ways of the aether."

Hathor Maat knew it was an order, not a request.

The captain of the Pavoni was puzzled, to say the least. What benefit would it be to train a human whom he was certain showed no interest of being an Astartes? Surely the Prosperan woman had powers that were unseen of for her level, but why harness it?

"If you see a piece of coal on the ground, Hathor, one with the slightest hint of being a diamond underneath, would you not attempt to polish it to see what you can make of it?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"It may just be of value to you someday...to use for a personal ornament, or one to be gifted to someone else. But you would not know until you harvest it. Break it down until you get to the very core and unlock its true beauty. I see no reason for such potential to be wasted because it went by unnoticed."

The Pavoni never questioned his Primarch again.

Meanwhile the Word Bearers and the Thousand Sons made waste of their respective regions before finally conquering the south of the planet in the name of the Imperium. The remaining outer colonies had surrendered without much ado, as they lacked anything close to the defenses the main planet had. Within several weeks the Aswang planet was labelled compliant by the Imperium of Mankind.

Magnus then tried to investigate the rest of the psychic energy he had once noticed when they first landed, but it had somehow mysteriously dissipated. Disappointed at the lost opportunity, he had left early, notifying his Father of the victory, and the Adeptus Mechanicus of their new playground.

Hathor Maat was initially reluctant to take on the Prosperine Remembrancer under his wing, but found her later to be a very eager student. She made it a point to be on time for their hours-long sessions, and showed genuine interest and enthusiasm for what knowledge he had to show her. She worked hard, studied hard and was very attentive to him. It made the time fly by quick whenever they had encounters.

"I suspect you enjoy your charge's company too much there Hathor." Phosis T'kar once teased as the former left after his teaching session with Karimah with an ear to ear grin on his person.

"He hardly spends time with us anymore." Khalophis elbowed his fellow Astartes. In a mock voice he imitates the captain of the 3rd Fellowship. "Oh sorry guys, Ive got to teach my pretty... I mean...industrious student out there."

"Well, she is better looking than all of you." the Pavoni captain smirked. "And with a much more likable personality."

"She does not have eyes for you, you know."

"Well she has none for any of you either."

Magnus shook his head as he overheard his captains. "She is your disciple, not an object of dissection." he scolded them. He dismissed the rest of them and beckoned to Hathor

to inquire about the Prosperan Remembrancer's progress.

"She is an intelligent woman, my Lord." the head of the Pavonis reported. "She enjoys lessons in biomancy, telepathy and telekenesis."

"And do you like imparting knowledge to her?"

"I do....however..." he paused before adding. "She hesitates."

A flicker appeared in Magnus' eye. He was not completely surprised by this report. "In what regard?"

"When it comes to matters of tapping into her aetheric energy and projecting her non-corporeal form." he noted, his forehead furrowing at the thought. "She does not say much, but I know she can do much more than she shows. I can sense it."

"Have you tapped into her thoughts on why she holds back?"

"She blocks me to a degree." he confessed, albeit a little embarassed at the fact. "I think I might have taught her too well on that...but I feel her fear. A great fear. Of what I cannot fathom."

"Do you think she does not wish to engage in this endeavor?"

Hathor shook his head. "She is interested, I am certain. Until this...irrational fear would come over her...I wish I could explain it."

From a distance, Karimah could tell she was the subject of conversation, but she dared not acknowledge it. She had been training with Hathor Maat with her psyker abilities and she would be lying if she had said she did not like them. Telepathy, divination and telekinesis interested her greatly although she knew they were not her greatest asset. Her strongest ability laid in her ability to form fire and lightning out of her hands and form protective shields. Well, that and one other thing...one she preferred to keep a secret.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9314780/chapters/21463847

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12299182/3/Tainted-Revised-Edition

The sexy smut is at the end of the chapter :-)

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@neshtasplace

@pholcidae

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kalpeshnitore · 4 years

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I had my own thread where I posted a picture of the TREX Arms kid who went and made sure to "Follow" Rittenhouses account on Instagram. Dont know if that's the actual account. But nonetheless.

I also highlighted that lost in the mix is Jacob Blake. Immediately its flooded with garbage. Which got considerably worse. Even so far as someone saying "BLAKE HAD WARRANTS!". Which in a Lib gun owning sub, is surprising to see. Ive seen a reposted video of Donut Operator who goes into Blake's priors etc.

So. At risk of another dumpster fire... Im just curious where most of you guys fall on this. It seems like there was quite a bit of defense of the shootings, which I entirely disagree with. But it was surprising for me to see. Just looking to see where you guys actually fall.

EDIT: Go ahead and send me some more DMs about how Jacob Blake "deserved worse than what he got". Please show your ass so we can be aware of the toxicity in this shit. You're not discouraging me what so fucking ever. Dickheads.

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coruscantholonet · 6 years

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Czerka Home Entertainment releases “Don't Kriff With The King”

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The holofilm premiered and the reviews have been fairly decent, however not all critics were fond of the followup holo to “Rising of the Tide”.

(Make sure to read to the end as a potential opportunity to be in future vids comes up!)

Use the pirated link above to watch this horror show without paying for such a cinematic atrocity

I'm sure most of you dear readers have heard of the latest holofilm release by the late writer/director Aulter Balo'Ghrint. If you haven't, I envy you. Critics applaud it as a holo-cinematic masterpiece but me, an intellectual citizen of the galaxy, can accurately and properly call it what it is; a monstrous eye sore of a disasterpiece. I mean, yes, we can all agree that the visuals were absolutely stunning works of art, no contest. But the plot? The characters? The ultra progressivist undertones? All a stain mocking the established canon of the 1313 cinematic universe.

First, and possibly the most glaring issue is the overbearing and hippocratic use of non human species for the entirety of the holofilm's casting. I get it, it's been centuries since holofilm was christened as an art across the galaxy and minority species are still struggling to get cast in major roles, but there is a limit to such shameless anti-human initiatives. How am I supposed to find my escapism in a world without humans? I'm no Hothflake like these pseudo-political filmmakers but there is no way I can connect to cast of entirely non-human species. And then they throw all their Gizka footing, ultra inclusive, incessantly overbearing sensitive political correctness out the window with everything about the villian played by Sopak Teks. I mean they literally LITERALLY named the character "Gross Dude" and as if that's not offensive enough to the entirety of the Quarren species, they have the "beloved" anti-hero The Bull King - an absurd name to begin with - openly mock his appearance in the holofilm. Now look who is being insensitive and offensive.

Speaking of this "Bull King", I mean the entire character is a trope in and of itself. He's the macho male equivalent of a Spacey-Sue. No real man can fly a hoverboard, whilst winning a blaster shootout, doding bolts left and right, make witty one-liners without missing a beat and only by the grace of a glancing shot unleash the mother of all lazily written deus ex machina bantha poodoo trump cards to win the day. It's absurd, it's one dimensional and it lacks any intrigue. Like he's suddenly a good guy because he has a droid dog as a best friend? Please. Sheev only follows him around because it's programmed to be his friend and is the only existence in the galaxy that can tolerate his whiny brat attitude.

Then there's that other thing. It's nothing major. Only decades of built up 1313 cinematic lore that's utterly thrown out the window. I mean come on. Nobody with half a brain really believes a Quarren would let their speeder get taken out by a mutt shaking like he just climbed out of a Dagobah swamp. It's been established time and time again that this is a species that would never give up that easy. But no, a new writer at the helm decides he's just gonna throw all the fan expectations out the window, take a big dump on decades of devotion and galaxy changing lore to go out of his way with this woefully underwhelming plot twist. If you can even call the major climaxes wet fart of a fizzle a twist. Sopak's character just outright lets his speeder crash like that? No way. Not my canon. He would have taken control of the vessel, he would have jumped to safety if he had to, but he would never have given up so easily. Who ever let director Ghrint write this mess and put it to motion should be fired. No, that's too easy. They should be jettisoned from an airlock into deep space. This movie ruined my childhood. I'm honest to glob going to have my own memory wiped of every 1313 series holomovie just because of how this one terrible pile of space garbage ruined them all.

So it's time to cast blame. I'd say throw your rage at the writer and director, mister Balo'Ghrint himself. He made this misery come to life. He knew he would piss of half the fan base, and you never mess with the fanbase. But it wasn't just him. After the already controversial release of 'Rising of the Tide' you'd think Horizon Media's executives would have been smart enough to cut ties with that space brained moron. Yet here we are, another blatant failure on their part. So that leads us to point a finger at the one and only executive producer, miss Vesha Syphex. I mean thank kriff she moved on to be a Czerka exec. Least she can claim this was a mistake of the past, since 'Don't Kriff With The King' was made was made years ago and she's since left that production company in the dust. Oh wait, Czerka Home Entertainment released this relic from the past in their latest Czerkterian Collection? Why, that would make Syphex just as accountable for this vile insult to holocinema being added to the official 1313 canon. Come on people. We have so much great material to work with from the old extended galaxy works that were deemed "uncanon" when Czerka bought production rights from now defunct Horizon Media. They could have drawn from any of those perfect stories instead of throwing actual vitriol onto my datascreen. I would gladly pay to see the Magnificent Seventeen Bantha Wizards come to life. That was my favorite book when I was 4. Or make a story about Spoonful, the adorable force sensitive spoon that rose to galactic power in issue #77 of the holomag Forceful Four.

I propose, dear true fans of 1313, that you join me in boycotting Czerka Home Entertainment and this new lore we're being forced fed. Do not pay to see this torture. In fact, I've even attached a holonet page where you can pirate the holovideo without giving a single credit to those pandering progressivists, thinking it's their place to force such blatant wimpy beliefs at us. I don't need social correctness, I need good stories. Stories that make the galaxy great again.

Zero out of five, would NOT kriff with this king.

#NotMyQuarren #BoycottCzerka #GhrintTheKriffOut #GladHeisGone #FireVeshaSyphex #StillBetterThanTheLastGoodGuy #CzerkaJerk #REEEEEEEEEEEEEE #Make1313GreatAgain

#NotSatire

------ A follow up from Czerka Home Entertainment's press division --------

Following the massive and not at all divisive reception of our latest release, we have given the greenlight to the production of a multiple season holonet show directed by Arri Jones, a man somehow mysteriously sharing an identical mind to to the late Aulter Balo'Ghrint, seeing as how he was the best director in all 1313 cinematic history. We are now allowing him entirely free reign on a new Telos IV based series. However, he has remarked that production relies solely on the desire of locals to be cast in the roles for the show to proceed. Contact him directly for more info, though bare in mind, production may take multiple years [rl months] and editing even longer [likely one month+ for editing per episode, unless we go the route of just pumping out movies] and all actors and actresses will be compensated accordingly for their work.

[[IM me, Arri Jones (perry.spizel), either inworld or in Discord, if you wish to take part in this endeavor with me. Will all be rp'ed out IC with credit rewards. Certain roles may take months to complete, others just days, all depends on what you want to do. Not even sure if other people like this stuff, so really it comes down to that. If ya'll want more, we can make more. If not, I'm happy with what I've done :D Cheers!]]

#Holonet #holofilm #StarWars #Roleplay #SecondLife

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