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alexa-fika · 3 months

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Hello! A couple more ideas for you to have! *Pls don't feel pressured to make them :(

• Rayleigh and shakky finding out child!reader is being bullied

•Marco/whitebeard pirates trying to give child!reader a check up but as normal kids will be kids

These little stories provide me with such comfort so thank you for that and remember to take care of yourself before anything♡

His One-Piece ( Whitebeard Pirates x gn!child!reader)

A/N hey hey! So I have something kind of similar to what you describe but not exactly, but the same concept but not really but at the same tome it is but not at the same time Got it? 👍🏼 Thank you so much for the kind words 🥹. I went ahead and did the second one and I Think I COOKED 🫦

Here Reader is Replaced by Dokusha which stands for Reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Izou sighs, still trying to get the struggling child in his grasp to stop moving

“Dokucha, it’s just a checkup,” sighs Marco

“We won’t do much, just going to take your temperature and weight, maybe see if you have any issues,” Marco sighs as he tries to calm the squirming child down

“Dokucha, we just want to make sure that you are okay,” grunts Izou, struggling to keep up with the abrupt and constant movement of the child

“Last time, you told me it wouldn't hurt, and you stabbed me!”

“It was a shot,” the doctor says, exasperated

“You shot me?!” the child screams

“No-

“I trusted you, Marco-nii!, Izou-nii!”

“H-Hey! “ Izou protests as the child manages to wiggle his way out of his grasp and run out of the door, leaving the clinic and the two men behind

Dokucha pouted, hiding in one of the kitchen’s cabinet

They look up as the doors of the Cabinet open

“How did you find me?” they mutter

Thatch sighs while Ace simply huffs at their statement

“You always hide in the same spot when you get scared,” he answers

“I appreciate that my station is the one you like to hide in, but I would prefer if you stopped sneaking into my Kitchen.”

“Sorry”

“It’s alright,” Thatch sighs

“You know you can’t hide from him forever, right?” Questions the flame-man

“Marco simply wants to do a regular checkup on you; it’s a quick procedure,” The Chef explains, trying to ease them into it

They shake their head

“Okay, Okay, can you come here?” Thatch asks, trying to coax the child out of the Cabinet

They look at him suspiciously

“I promise I won’t take you to the clinic until you are okay with it,” he assures them

They stare at the commanders a few seconds longer before eventually crawling out of the cabinet and nuzzling into Ace when he picks them up

Ace chuckles warmly as he tries to make them comfortable in his arms

“Why don’t you get the checkup and be done for?” Thatch asks softly

They shake their head, digging their head deeper into Ace

The men glance at each other, both coming to the same solution to coax them into completing the checkup

“Hey, Dokucha, how about we make a deal?” Ace asks

Dokucha lifts their head from his shoulder, looking up at them

“How about if you get a checkup done, you get to do something special with us?” Thatch offers

“Like what?”

“Like getting to help me finish making dinner?” offers the Chef

“And maybe take a lap on the Striker,” Ace suggests

The child perks up at their offers

“Really?”

Thatch smiles. “of course, but you have to get your checkup done first,” he states

“Promise?”

Thatch smiles and looks at Ace, who nods as well

“Of course, promise.”

“Okay”

Thatch ruffles their hair

“So, how about we go to the clinic first, then?”

Dokucha turns around to glance at the two men, who smile and gesture for her to enter the clinic

They turn back around, walking through the clinic door

“There you are!” exclaims Marco, his eyebrows furrowed in worry

“Where have you been? I got worried.”

They fidget in their spot

“It won't hurt?”

Marco tilts his head, confused until he realizes that Dokucha is asking about the checkup, and he shakes his head

“It won’t”

They nod

“But no shots!”

“You don’t need any, so no, no shots.”

“Okay, but if you give me a shot, I’ll…I’ll…” they pause to think, suddenly thinking of a threat that was acceptable in their little mind

“I’ll be really Mad at you!”

Marco chuckles warmly, lifting Dokucha up and gently putting them on the table

“Sure, Sure”

As soon as Marco turns around to grab his stethoscope, they inch farther away from him, sitting at the far end of the examination table

Marco turns around, narrowing his eyes at the Child

“Dokucha?”

“yes?”

“It’s a little hard to do the checkup with you over there. Could you come over here?” he said, gesturing to the spot in front of him, where he had initially placed them

“I’m good.”

He sighs

“How about I tell you what each tool does?”

…okay” they say, scooching to their original spot

“Okay, the Stethoscope is what I use to listen to your heart and lungs,” he said, showing them said tool and placing it near their chest

They squeal as soon as he does

“It’s cold!”

Marco chuckles fondly as he moves the stethoscope around

Once finished, he offered the earpieces to the child

“Would you like to hear?”

“Yeah,” they say, smiling as he gently places the stethoscope over their ears, putting the chest piece in place

“Is that mine?”

“Your heart,” he confirms

“My heart?”

“Mhm,”

“Are you ready for the next one?”

“Can I listen a little longer?”

He smiles and nods

“How about you keep listening while I finish your checkup”

They nod absentmindedly, smiling at the steady beating

“Grandpa Grandpa!” the child screams happily, running towards the giant man

Whitebeard grins as he places the bottle he had been drinking from down and lifting them to meet him eye-to-eye

“What are you doing here, Dokucha?” he asks warmly

“Grandpa, I got my checkup done! And Marco-nii gave me a sticker!”

The captain smiles gently and pats the child on the head gently

“Gurarara, did you?”

“Yeah! And I listened to my heart and...

Newgate smiles, hearing the small child rambling about their checkup, his chest swelling with happiness as he realizes he had finally accomplished his goal; he had created a family, his family, his one Piece

Idk I lowkey thing is all over the place but I really wanted all my bois there, but try as I might I couldn’t fit Vista : ( What we thinking? Were the scene changes smooth ish?

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bleach-your-panties · 4 months

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ᰔℊℯ𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝓅ℴ𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃' with GIYUU TOMIOKA @ the mechanic shop.

for my 1500+ ᰔ𝒻ℴ𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉. requested by @rheawolf.

ᰔfem reader. giyuu and reader are married. modern au.

ᰔcw: pwp, public sex, against the wall, exhibitionism?

ᰔdividers by lovely rhy @/hitobaby.

ᰔwc: 1.3k

#💗💗🍡°taglist: @enchantedforest-network @kakushino @punkgibsons @darkstarlight82 @bakugosbratx @chifuyuskoneko @honeybleed

Once again, you let a loud sigh escape between your lips, prompting Giyuu to look over at you.

"What is it?"

His sapphire blue eyes were like the ocean on a calm day as he gazed down at you.

The two of you were currently seated in some creaky, aluminum folding chairs while the mechanic tinkered underneath your family SUV.

"Giyuu, honey, we've been here for a while now. Are you sure that this guy knows what he's doing?"

At the mention, said man slid out from under your vehicle and swiped his forearm across his forehead, effectively smearing it with oil.

"So I think I've found the problem. You said you've had trouble with idling?"

The mechanic, whose nametag read "Hotaru" regarded both you and Giyuu with his eyebrows drawn together while crossing his veiny forearms across his chest.

You nodded,

"I was getting ready to go drop the kids off at school when I noticed that the engine would cut on, idle for a few moments, then shut off. I tried cleaning the valve, but the issue persisted."

Hotaru nodded, "I see. Well if that's the case, it could be a number of problems, then. I'm going to have to take another look."

Your eyes bulged,

"Huh?! Another look, but we've already been here for three hours?!"

Giyuu's eyes moved from you to the long-haired mechanic.

"Maybe we could come back tomorrow? It is getting a bit late." He reasoned, in a much calmer tone than yours.

"If you come back tomorrow, that'll put you at the end of the queue. I'm quite a busy man, you know."

"What!!? Why you-"

Before you could start going off on the man, Giyuu took hold of your hand into his and rubbed your knuckles gently to calm you down.

"It's fine, sweetheart. I texted Tsutako earlier to pick up the kids from school if we ended up running over time. It will be alright."

He moved his hand to your lower back and gently guided you back to the row of uncomfortable chairs.

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"They could at least put a couch in here." You grouched. Giyuu chuckled softly.

"Needy thing, aren't you? We should be home soon; I doubt it'll take another three hours."

You whirled in your chair to face him, propping one leg up over the other.

"What if it does, though? I just might die."

He leaned forehead and brushed away a lock of your hair.

"Behave, yeah? We'll have the whole evening to ourselves since Tsutako has the kids."

The thought of a free night with your husband made something primal stir within your core. It also didn't help that he had on one of your favorite outfits right now.

Dark-washed jeans, simple black sneakers, a black t-shirt, and a blue and black plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows revealing his tattooed forearms.

You wet your bottom lip with your tongue and settled your left hand onto his thigh. Your silver wedding band caught the pale-yellow overhead light, making it gleam.

"Something wrong, lily?" Giyuu asked, shifting his eyes to where your hand rested on his pants.

Your eyes moved from him to the mechanic, who was tinkering with something under the car and mumbling to himself.

"I don't know if I can wait until we get home..."

Seductively, you lowered your eyes before blinking at him long and slow. Your fingers began to rub circles into his thigh, making a soft sigh escape from his slightly parted lips.

"Right here? Right now?"

Giyuu questioned, immediately picking up your implication.

You nodded. "Please, Gi? I promise I'll be good."

He froze for a moment, his own eyes trailing over to the mechanic now.

The man was completely occupied by his task, him making little comments to himself about what he should try next; plus, his entire upper body was underneath the car.

Giyuu then looked past the waiting area and into a small hallway where he assumed there might be an office and a bathroom.

"Come on."

He grabbed your hand and you started cheering inside your head.

Just behind the wall leading into the hallway there was a little corner with a vending machine and water fountain.

Giyuu pushed you up against the wall next to the vending machine and started kissing your neck. You wrapped your arms around his upper back and tangled your fingers in the ends of his dark ponytail.

His own hands rested on your shoulders before moving down over your breasts, stomach, and into your pants.

Skillful, calculated fingers jerked them down your hips along with your panties. The knuckle of his left index finger slid up between your folds and collected a trail of your slick.

"Damn, you're this wet already? You really wanted this, huh..."

He pulled back to look at your widened, lust-blown eyes and pouty lips.

"Want you, Gi..."

Who was he to make you wait any longer?

He tugged your pants and panties the rest of the way off your legs and circled his arms around your lower back.

"Jump."

You did as he commanded and he held you against the wall with one arm circled around your back, his body pressing you into the cold, painted-bricks.

He used his other hand to pull his own pants and boxers down to rest underneath his balls, freeing his cock.

Lifting you higher up the wall, Giyuu angled his cock up so you could sink down on it. Immediately, a loud whine left your throat.

"Shh, you want him to hear you? Hmm, maybe you do..."

He then hooked his arms underneath your thighs, holding you with the crease of your knees in the crease of his elbows and spreading you open before beginning to bounce you along his thick, hard cock..

"Ahh, Gi!"

"Crying already? We just started, baby."

Your back pressed further against the bricks, running from his dick and nails digging into his shoulders.

Giyuu's thrusts had you sliding up and down the wall with nowhere to run.

He pressed his entire body weight on you and started fucking at a quicker pace, one knee slightly bent forward and almost touching the wall as he gave you swift, deep strokes.

At this point, you'd nearly forgotten that you were in a public place where anyone could walk in and see you, but you couldn't be arsed to really care with Giyuu filling you up so well.

You tried to hold onto him as best you could, hands moving from his shoulders and grabbing hold of his messy black hair in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Are you close? Talk." He stared at you with those deep blue eyes and hit you with another hard, deep thrust before pushing his face into your neck to lick and kiss it.

"Yes, Gi, I'm-!"

He felt your body shudder and decided to finish you off by pushing you up even higher against the wall and dropping you down on his cock, making you cum and squirt your release all over him.

----

Giyuu and you exited the bathroom and met the mechanic, Hotaru, in the hallway as you were heading back to the waiting area.

"I managed to fix the problem, so you should be all set to go."

He handed the bill to Giyuu, who took out his wallet to pay.

"Wait -wait a minute, let me see that?"

You gently took the piece of paper from your husband's fingers and scanned your e/c eyes over it.

"What is this: $300, for an inconvenience fee?!"

You crumpled the bill up in your hand and shook it at the mechanic's face.

"Yes, an inconvenience fee. For making me listen to the two of you fuck while I fixed your shitty car."

----

a/n:*I apologize if giyuu's ooc, haven't seen him in a while :< but i ended up posting this on his birthday!:D

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psychelis-new · 5 months

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pick a pile: "How can you deal with your regrets"

take a breath and choose the photo or number that calls you the most to find out about possible regrets you may have in your life and a suggestion on how to deal with them. regrets are part of life, it's okay to have them here and there for various reasons but it's not okay when you let them dictate your life in a negative way. this reading wants to provide you help in how to see them differently. thanks Anon for requesting about this subject.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one pile, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

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pile 1

It's hard to say something about your regrets. Maybe you don't have many or even if you have, you learned how to deal with them by yourself. Or maybe you just try to not think about them or don't see them to start with. You may be trying to avoid working on them just by refusing to acknowledge them. As I said it's either you don't let them interfere in your life as you know we may end up having regrets here and there in our life or you totally try to not think about them cause of the pain they may cause you. You let them hang somewhere and wait for that feeling to disappear by itself. Or maybe you were told/taught to behave like that.

Anyway, I don't sense you stressing over them. Regrets happen in the past but you're pretty much future-oriented, so it gets easy for you to switch your focus on what's ahead much more than on your past. But what you may not be aware of, is that you can learn from your past too. Even from the pain that lives in there, but doesn't belong to your present or future: it's something you can do to help yourself leave that pain in the past where it has to be in a more definitive way. Trying to acknowledge your feelings, whether they're good or bad, positive or negative, it's good to help yourself grow and move on definitely. By not letting yourself taking care of your feelings and emotions, you're neglecting yourself a part of your life experience, a chance for you to know yourself and what's around you in a better way. It's not wrong per se, but it could help you: it may not be your case ofc, as we're all different, but what I learned myself is that no matter how hard you try to push them away, lessons will come around more than once until you acknowledge them and your feelings about them. So I generally try to deal with all that asap. Maybe not when I am overwhelmed or not feeling like, but I try to come around the issue again and understand/welcome it, and how I feel about it. Ofc if you feel that it's useless to you, keep doing what you do: you're always in charge of the decisions in your life. But if you find yourself in some type of cycle that keeps reminding you about the same situation or feeling, it may be worth to stop for a moment and give it attention. Remind yourself you don't have to deal with it by yourself, you can talk about it and ask for help, if it's too much. It doesn't seem like you are too stressed about it anyway, but just in case... You are allowed to take care of yourself and your feelings, to nurture yourself, even if you were told it's useless to cry on spilled milk and you need to turn the page asap. At times our feelings and minds do not really want to collaborate on that so they keep coming back to that past thing... that's cause they need true closure, and you can give it to them by giving yourself time, compassion and stopping to deal with what has been and the feelings it caused you. It's not useless, if it's important to you (and you can get it is important from how much often it's coming around in your life).

You may also be regretting not having told or done something for someone and now it's too late (most likely cause they're not in your life/3d anymore). Therefore to you it's useless to think about it and those feelings: there's no solution. You cannot contact them for whatever reason; you just didn't do/say that thing you wanted to say and now it's too late. But tbh there's still something you can do about it. You don't need to talk with the other person to bring yourself closure. You can do it yourself by accepting your past, your feelings and taking time to work through them and your decisions: maybe you have a valid point of view about what happened, about you not being able to really communicate what you wanted, despite it all. Be objective. Also, remember that at times we take some things for granted and we may not talk about our feelings with others when we have time, thinking they know what we mean and that's enough (and it's very often true that they know, but it's also good to hear/be openly reminded about them anyway). This situation can help you realize what you can do it from now on. And it doesn't mean you did bad in the past, at all (forgive yourself when you can). But you can act differently from now on. You can share your feelings even if you were not taught (how) to. Do it your way, it'll be okay anyway. And you know, you can still reach for departed people through your prayers: ask your Guides or the Universe to bring them a symbol or a message. The same way departed souls may come around in other forms (butterflies, for example) to bring us comfort, so we can reach for them too. Take a moment to close your eyes, meditate and tell them whatever you want to tell them. They will listen. Chances are, they're still around you, guiding you.

You may even get dreams about this situation tbh, and you may be getting more after energetically reaching for this person/these people as a sign they got your message (not necessarily through dreams ofc, but you'll get to know). BTW journaling about your situation and feelings can be of help too.

song: tout l'univers | gjon's tears

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These are regrets that mostly refer to yourself, as for example something you decided about your life and how you deal with it. For example you may have been wrong about something or you probably made what turned out to be a wrong/rushed decision and it still somewhat haunts you until now (it may even make you worry about repeating it). Maybe it created a bad environment or period in your life or you blame that moment/event for a kinda tough current situation you're being put through (or you just came out of). It could also be something involving your relationships still haunting you from there. Something you're still healing somehow. Something you fear being judged for (but I feel it's more one of your fears than the reality of things, at least for most of you -remember if anyone judges you, it's mostly cause of their own triggers).

Whatever it is, at that time you didn't know what you know now, so trying to judge your past self through the eyes of your present self doesn't make much sense: you learned something also thanks to that decision/situation and from making that decision, no matter what happened next (I know it got tough but that's not what you should focus on the most in order to deal with your regret in a more positive way). You learned something about yourself and about consequences of actions. And you made that decision cause you didn't know any better probably, or cause you just felt like it was okay or it would have been fine for you. Trust yourself and the fact that you learned your lesson now: you won't repeat the same mistake or make a similar one if you'll find yourself in a similar situation. You have the ability to make a different decision and see things from a different perspective now, and still make a decision for your best (surely also that decision you made was for your best in the end, or you thought so: but it was "your best" for your past self. Your present self has changed and grown, even if you're not entirely aware, and it probably needs a different type of "best" from yourself. And trust that you can give it to yourself and it won't be wrong/bad. Honestly, it's never wrong if you decide to do something with pure intentions, no matter how it turns out to be in the future: you never know how things and you will change if you don't try or make experiences. And please do not consider it/yourself as a failure and don't be scared of failing again: the only ones who never fail are the ones who never do anything. But we're not here for that, we're here to try and make experiences, of any type. Even those that are hard and difficult. And we can learn to grow from them and how to deal with them by forgiving ourselves too). Hating yourself or talking bad with yourself for what has happened won't make things better. What has been cannot be changed but you can change how to look at it, and at your past self: be more compassionate, you were also younger and missing experience (even if it was 3 days ago): I know it's painful now but you didn't know any better. And even if you did, still focusing on that "mistake" won't change your present. Take your time but try to make the best of it by seeing it (and your past self, mostly) from a different point of view. A kinder, more accepting one.

Random message but I have to say it as it may resonate for someone: it may feel lonely and different where you're going now, but it's gonna surprise you by being easier on you, and making things easier. Try to be easy with yourself too. Let others in with no fear. Reach for them too. You're already perfect.

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These are regrets involving other people. Differently from pile 2, the focus here is on them the most and how they perceived your decisions/behaviours (but if you feel called to take a look at that pile too, do it). You probably didn't mention something like your reasons or your fears to them, and things kinda crumbled from there. Maybe you didn't feel like it was necessary to explain your behaviour or decisions, or you didn't feel safe enough with them. Or you didn't think about it. Maybe you were just trying to protect yourself (let's make an example: you were prolly dealing with a tough home-environment differently from your friends and you kinda started saying many no's to their invitations in fear of having to deal with overreactions at home, and kinda got left out by your friends). You may also have not been able to confess to someone about your feelings (good or bad), or you said/did something that was too much (like you did confess but the other person didn't welcome it well or didn't tell you anything/ghosted you, or you kinda tried some big gesture that wasn't well accepted...). You may also have embarassed yourself (or fear you did that) in front of people, even someone you cared and feel like you ruined all your chances with them (whether they were your crush or just potential friends) or you made someone change their mind about you (also authority figures, eg. professors/relatives) out of a random decision/act. I see these as main situations: like it could be that you're not able to deal with your emotions at times (you weren't taught how to) or don't get them, and/or you struggle to express them properly and act on impulses that not always are clear to others (nor to yourself). Generally, it's something coming from a place of hurt/trauma you need to heal.

I do feel it's mostly your anxiety when it comes to what others think about you, but even if you have proofs about this being real and you having ruined/lost your chances for something or having been let down by people, what I am called to tell you is similar to what I told pile 2: past cannot be changed and whatever made you do or say what you did or said, it... happened. For as hard as it is to bear with now, it happened and nobody can undo things sadly. Take your time to collect your thoughts about it, to understand your reasons and even see things from a different perspective: maybe you're focusing more on how others reacted to you but you cannot control that anyway. Check within about yourself now, how do YOU feel about it, find your own reasons, find the root cause that made you act like that: was it self defense, was it external validation seeking, was it just need to be seen/loved at last, was it just a random/rushed decision dictated maybe by some unmet needs that you needed to give yourself/someone to meet asap (but you didn't know how to and just tried maybe not thinking about the other or possible consequences), was it really that you didn't understand/know what to do with your emotions and just "had to" do something?... Once you get this, you can also try also to understand why the other may have reacted as they did, so to understand more about your behaviour: how would have you reacted if you were them and they did/said what you did/said to them? Sure, we're all different and may react in different ways also cause of our own life experiences and possible personal triggers, but it's still a good way to try and learn how to make things better for you. And heal yourself. So, one way you can deal with your regret is trying to understand what brought you to this situation (through the questions mentioned above, too) and how you can bring yourself closure to it. Don't let the noise inside of your mind (that voice that is pretending to sound so annoyed or shocked by your behaviour as if it came from those other people judging you) switch your focus on the wrong object. People judge us based on their own triggers, don't mind them. And don't mind that voice as it doesn't really know. Take this chance to find out more about yourself and heal yourself from your fears and wounds.

And if you need, you can reach for those people and talk about what happened/explain your feelings and ask for theirs (eg. be sorry if you offended them...). Just don't over-explain yourself nor overdo things or you will obtain the opposite reaction (a.k.a. not a clarification but them closing off from you more directly). Also, it's not always worth to reach for people we may have bothered (even unwillingly) and clarify ourselves: at times, we just need to take a step back from them and what happened, and start walking on a different path with a new lesson learned. And some new hints on our healing journey and how to proceed on it.

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goldenwitherphoenix13 · 11 months

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A long post is under the cut, but I think we, as a fandom, moved on far too quickly from the endings of empires smp season 2.

Almost everyone got a happy ending.

Fwhip resigned from the role of the Goblin king.

Joel accended to true God hood.

Sausage grew old in sanctuary and raised Hermes to be an interdimentional warrior.

Gem finished Dawn and chose to stay in Hermitcraft because it was the best choice.

Katherine cured the curse plaguing her land.

Joey got to go on all sorts of adventures after defeating his arch-nemesis Skeletron.

Pix, while not finishing his work, got to tell the story of the ancient ruins.

Lizzie created a fully functioning city of animals to live as they want.

Shelby became one of the most powerful witches and got that date with Katherine.

Scott went off into the sunset with Owen to discover new lands and treasures to steal.

Heck, even Oli got out of debt, even if he ended up accidentally time travelling.

And while False never uploaded her finale, we can easily infer that she continued to expand her empire and make her name for herself.

Who did I miss?

Sheriff Jimmy.

The sheriff, who all the other emperors abandoned. The sheriff, nearly loosing his own identity to a joke. The sheriff, who lost his town to the fae.

Let's not forget Jimmy never left tumble town willingly. He was booted out when the fae corrupted his lands, spreading it throughout his home. He and the old sheriff, Roswell, made the best of a bad situation. I mean, what else can they do? Fight the fae? Fae are powerful creature. Not to be messed with. Fighting them is a one-way ticket to death if they don't decide to hold you a prisoner in their realm.

Jimmy also never got the chance to say goodbye to anyone. Everyone had already left him behind. Joel had accended without saying goodbye to his supposed best bud. Sausage never thought to check in on tumble town. There was no final passing of words—just a note from Fwhip.

And, let's not forget this big bit of information, the thing that still grinds my gears about empires season 2. He is the only villain of season 2 who got no closure, redemption or apology. Shelby was uncorrupted and saved. Sausage supreme was fused into Sausages soul. Skeletron was killed by Katherine, Joey and Shelby. They all got an end to their villainy, wether through being saved or killed.

Jimmy got nothing.

His ending was, in multiple ways, left unfinished. He was still bitter towards the emperors. He was still lacking any human respect. He wasn't given any apology or forgiveness. He was forced out of his home by powerful creatures, trying his best to make good of the darkness left to him.

But it's not all darkness. This isn't a bad ending. I think this end has an underlying subtext not even Jimmy planned for. Something I've seen almost no one talking about.

The sheriff walked away from a toxic environment.

Now is an excellent time to remind you that this is all about the characters. Not the actual content creators. Got it? Good.

Let's be honest. None of the characters in Empires Season 2 were 100% innocent besides maybe Katherine. Some were thieves. Some were filled with pride, some made dubious choices, and some were even a little corrupt. And Jimmy isn't an exception. He was a lil bit dishonest with power sometimes and a lil bit prideful in his name. But the sheriff wasn't evil at first. He still did things to help people. He helped Katherine arrest Joey for theft. He did his best to follow the rules, and he actively sought to stop those committing crimes and try to understand the issue at hand, like with Shelby. And his reward. Constant teasing and mockery.

Everyone, including his allies, still made fun of him. Even his best bud said things behind his back. And this is what made him snap. Not the jokes, but that no one, not even his allies, seemed to show any human decency to him.

And he never got an apology or a moment to put them in their place to tell them that they have done goofed. The sheriff was barely given a chance to build, hardly a chance to breathe. He knows he probably couldn't take them in a fight, but they didn't even give him a chance to talk. They made him sit there and take it like he had no choice.

The sheriff instead chose to walk away. Everyone had left him behind. And with the threat of the fae above him, he decided that the best course of action was to leave the toxic lands behind. Lands full of pranks and mistakes that would only ever remind him of his negative attributes.

The sheriff stayed with the one person who ever showed him any sliver of true friendship—the old sheriff. The old sheriff helped reverse the effects of the lore potion with an unnamed potion he found at Shelbys. He helped Jimmy defend the town from a raid. He stayed with him through thick and thin. Sure, he isn't the best influence, but he's better than the world around them.

Ultimately, Jimmy's finale wasn't the good ending like everyone else's. Villains rarely ever get those. Instead, it's a bittersweet goodbye from the two sheriffs off to find a new home far away to the lands of one that brought sorrow, even if at least one of them has some anger issues to work through.

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Clockwork - A Postal 1 Dude x Reader fic

Guess who finally got inspiration to actually write one motherfuckers

This is pre-Postal 1, kinda sorta a coffee shop au if you squint your eyes hard enough? More so just a food service setting because he just works there.

Reader is given no gendered pronouns or titles, second person POV, apologies for any awkwardness cause i haven written one of these in a hot minute and thanks to a friend to beta reading when my power went out, gotta love summer </3

It was almost like clockwork.

Work was always long and tedious, it left you heading out in the dead of night and hungry with hardly anywhere open at this hour. It was understandable, hardly anyone was up at this time of day, but you didn’t want to drive home on an empty stomach regardless.

So you tended to pull into the closest place that’d take you in, a pretty small doughnut shop in a truck stop just a bit down the road that was always there, even if it was pretty stuffy. There weren't that many people who worked so late at night so you usually only saw one guy there when you ordered, he was pretty tall, even when he hunched down so much he was still a bit taller than you were. You didn’t know his name, you asked if the uniforms were supposed to have a name tag or something, but he sheepishly admitted he didn’t like wearing one and especially didn’t like people knowing it, so you didn’t want to press any further than that.

He had long ginger hair, just about resting on his shoulders around where his goatee was, as well as a fairly strong brow-line and an air of discomfort at almost all times. A pair of sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose, maybe to hide his lack of eye contact, though sometimes you could spot his hazel eyes darting around behind them.

You figured he took these hours because less people showed up, in fact, around this time you never really saw anyone else ordering besides maybe law enforcement stopping by to get something to eat before quickly heading back out. Whenever they came in he seemed worried, almost avoidant and looking over his shoulder more to see if they were going to do something until they finally left.

Still, despite his odd tendencies, you’d started to grow fond of his presence in a way. He didn’t talk too much, thankfully not asking why you always showed up so damn late or why you always got the same thing each time. At first it was a bit uncomfortable to stand there in silence, but you found he didn’t mind you just talking to him while he worked, so you eventually just talked about just whatever was on your mind if he was willing to listen. Shitty customers, some coworker gossip, general issues with management, almost losing track of time until he reminded you your order was finished.

Sometimes he even spoke up as well, mentioning little bits and pieces of his life, just enough to give you a small peek at himself that you wondered if any others got to see. At a certain point he even memorized your order down to the specifics, it felt embarrassing to realize just how much you pulled into here, but in a way, it was nice to be remembered.

So, when you showed up one night and saw someone else at the register, it threw you off your rhythm.

If it wasn’t for them asking what you wanted, you’d stay frozen in thought for a while. They seemed impersonal, just going through your order until you spoke up and asked where the last guy went. For a moment they stopped and then just shrugged. “Hell if I know. Guess he decided to not come in tonight.”

At first you thought maybe he had gotten sick, but after the fourth absence, your mind began to wonder. Had he quit? Moved town? Died? It felt irrational to worry so much about someone you barely knew, but you couldn't just let that thread of your life fall off like that.

You tried asking his coworkers, but they seemed just as confused as you were. Even the manager said he just kind of left and no one really knew how to contact him, nor were they willing to give out his personal information to a stranger.

The only other leads you had were shaky at best, one said they thought they might have seen him at a gun shop nearby, the person at the counter there saying he walked towards the outskirts, another recounting him going out to the downtown area a while back, and with work you didn't have much time to pursue it. Should you have been pursuing it at all? He was just a stranger, people quit talking all the time. But with no one really knowing what happened to him, you couldn't help but worry, no matter how much you tried you just couldn't drop it.

Even on the day off that week, your mind hovered around the memory of him, how soft spoken he was, his mannerisms, how he had long ginger hair just like that guy taking a drag of a cigarette as you passed by.

Wait.

You turned around quickly, damn near giving yourself whiplash to get another look. He had the same long, disheveled hair, huddled in on himself in his own little world. You'd never seen him out of his uniform, but a black trenchcoat felt natural on him. When he looked back down at you, it seemed it clicked for him as well. Your tone was a little rash when you asked where the hell he's been, but he'd worried you half to death. How he just left all of a sudden, leaving you scared for his well being.

He seemed confused, both at your sudden loudness and your concern at all. "I.. I just didn't like working there anymore? I was going to tell you but I figured you'd probably find out anyways-" Judging by his explanation, maybe he was just used to picking up and leaving jobs without anyone actually caring when he left. At least not to the extent you got yourself worked up to. "I mean like, I'm sorry just- I didn't think you'd like… Care this much?"

You let out a loud exhale, stopping him from talking any further as you dug into your pockets. Thankfully you still had a shitty little pen and a receipt in there, tearing off a bit of it and writing on it before pushing it out towards his hands. "There, now you can call me back and I can actually know where you are if you jump off the side of the world again like that…"

He looked down towards your number, almost mesmerized by it. "Please just… Just keep me updated, okay man? Sorry to yell at you, I was just- I was really worried, okay? I've got some other stuff to do so I can't stay here, but promise me you're gonna call, okay?" You asked, walking out a bit as he looked up.

"...Promise."

#postal #postal 1 #postal dude #fanfiction #postal dude x reader #sorry again if its awkward i havent written an x reader fic in forever and again the power went out mid writing this #but i wanted to make something nice and sweet with him for once. no character analysis just happiness <3 #hopefully when i get more ideas eventually sometime in the future ill be more confident writing him

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(Unedited) (This is months old and goes off a thing me and @gemini-sensei where talking about back in like March, I can’t find the posts but ehh, it’s going off the whole Bully!Reader/Eli thing we where talking about at the time.)

(Fanon timeline so don’t read to much into it- Reader gets pregnant just a little after Miguel shows up, if not slightly before, Reader is about to pop by the time Hawk switches sides to Miyagi do. The dojos are intermingled kinda at this point.)

Training was long these days and it only fueled Hawk’s irritation and internal anxiety. As hard as it was training for long periods of time and doing lesson’s, that wasn’t really the issue. It wasn’t about the physical strenuous activity, the sore muscles and sweat, bloody noses and lips. The punches and kicks didn’t bother him anymore.

It was the literal time that upset him. He spent hours of what was supposed to be his free time at the dojo now.

That left him missing free time with Reader and their soon to be born baby. He couldn’t help but grin as he landed a hit on Miguel, the other boy fumbling back as they separated. The small match over. Hawk continued to think about Reader. She was just shy of a month due and things had finally started to line up just right with their lives. Not only the dojo stuff but Reader’s pregnancy as well.

Just a few weeks ago she had finally gotten passed the big threshold of the pregnancy. Her horrible pregnancy symptoms had started to die down just a bit for her to start enjoying the last run of her pregnancy. She could eat now, she started to regain her balance just a bit, she didn’t vomit every morning or randomly thought the day. It was peaceful for the most part.

But now he he was missing those quiet moments.

“Ok class is over for the day! You guys can hang around or get the hell out. I don’t really care.” Johnny’s voiced from the dojo.

“Please of anyone needs extra help or needs to talk about anything from the lesson stay back and talk to us. We just want to make sure everyone is comfortable with the lesson plan.” Daniel piped in from outside the dojo in the garden area.

Hawk just wanted to go over to Reader’s place right about now. He rolled his eyes at the thought of staying any longer to get bitched at about something or someone. Luckily they didn’t train with their gi’s on so he didn’t have to go change. Walking outside he picked up his bag from beside the dojo wall and looked though it quickly.

“Hey man you going to stay? Me and Demetri where going to stay and mess around with some stuff in the yard. Maybe try the balancing bored again.”

Hawk was so in his head as he rummaged though his bag that he didn’t even hear Miguel come up behind him, his eyebrows frowned as he searched for his phone. He moved around some random things he had in his bag.

“Nah I promised my girlfriend I’d be over at her place for dinner-“ he couldn’t stop himself in time, the statement coming out with no backing. He stopped as soon as he knew he he said to much information. His hands stopped when he found his phone at the bottom of his bag. He clenched it in one hand and he tried to figure out his next move.

He hasn’t told anyone at the dojo, not even Demetri, about Reader let alone the baby. It was something he was desperate to keep privet. It wasn’t because of Reader or the baby themselves it was somethings else that lingers under his skin that makes him want to keep it a secret. At first it was because he pissed to many people off and he didn’t want Reader involved. Then it was the whole being a jackass and bully for months. Then it was the dojo war which he refused to get Reader involved in. Even though just about everyone at the mixed dojo was cool with him now to a extent, he still had nightmares of retaliation. It was his secret to carry at the moment.

“Wait what when did you get a girlfriend? No way, your lying. If you had a girlfriend you would definitely have told us by now, I haven’t heard one bragging right come out of you and that’s all you do is brag.” Miguel playfully joked. Demetri stood next to Miguel as Hawk got up and fixed his bag. He zipped it up before throwing it over his shoulder and around to face them. He tried his best to put on a poker face.

He laughed saying “Yeah you caught me! I was just messing with you guys- big joke. If I had a girlfriend I would definitely tell you guys or you would have seen her around. Stupid joke anyway.” He chewed at his bottom lip saying “But no, I have uh, something thing to do with my mom later on. Can’t miss it. See you guys later.” He pushed past the two boys before trying I walkout of the yard. He didn’t even get half way though the open area when he felt a hand on his shoulder that pulled him him. He whipped around to face the person who was actually Demetri. His brow raised at his friend.

“Ok well I’m not to good at this kind of stuff but we definitely just got some unknown trigger right now. Are you really going out with someone? No jokes.”

“No it was just a stupid joke man, don’t take it seriously.”

He wanted to just turn right back around and leave before they could try and get him to stay a second longer. He was nervous and irritated at this point and just wanted to get the hell out of there.

“Definitely some kind of defensive wall going up right now. Now who would you be going out with to make you want to lie about it? I don’t think there is anyone who would warrant that kind of reaction and secrecy.”

Miguel chimed in next to Demetri saying “So we know it’s a girl, I’m just guessing from school now, and he doesn’t want up to know about her.”

Hawk felt his hand start to twitch.

The two teens stood there for a moment. The time seemed to tick on as they just sat there.

Demetri scratched at his chin as he thought about it. Miguel doing the same. Demetri tried to think about girls he had seen Hawk with at all, which wasn’t very many now. A few here and there but nothing that screamed out anything.

That’s when Demetri’s eyes went wide.

“Shit I know who it is!”

Hawk paled.

“That girl Reader-“

“You mean the one in my history class? I talked to her a few times. Isn’t she the one who use to bully Hawk before I showed up to west-valley? And isn’t she-“

“Dude she’s pregnant! Like huge about to pop a kid out pregnant! When did that happen!? Why didn’t you tell us, like we are your best friends and you failed to mention that.” Demetri’s voice was loud and it rang out in the semi quiet yard. At this very moment Hawk thought about breaking Demetri’s other arm out of pure anger.

“What are you guys talking about over here?”

“What’s going on?”

“Why are you screaming?”

Some of the other dojo kids walked over along with Johnny and Daniel who had been standing near the entrance of the dojo. Sam, Tory and Robby walked over to join them all.

“Apparently Hawk has been dating Reader and didn’t tell us about it.” Miguel said.

“And why is that effecting you guys so much? Because that’s like a total score of she’s hot.” Johnny said with a smirk, about ready to high five the kid. Sam rolled her eyes saying “Well I mean, I’m pretty sure besides the fact that she use to bully Hawk all the time at school, she pregnant.” Johnny slowly banked down “Okkk wow didn’t think you where into that freaky stuff Hawk- but I mean you do you-“

“Oh my god I’ve been dating her way before she was pregnant, it’s not like that! Uhh” Hawk was beyond gone at this point. The fact he had to now admit his secret out loud made his brain hurt.

“Wait so if you where dating her before she got pregnant-“

“She cheated on you-“

“It’s my fucking baby ok!! Fuck y’all are so nosy, this is one of the reasons why I didn’t want to tell any of you in the first place.”

It was quiet for a long time as everyone took in the new information.

Demetri seemed the most shocked about the news. He was one of the ones to be beside Hawk when he was actively being bullied by Reader on a daily basis at school. The way she use to terrorize him on a level below Kyler.

“Dude I remember back then. She use to literally terrorize you just about every day.”

“Yeah so? Didn’t mean that was the only things she was doing with me.”

“Clearly.”

Hawk wanted to punch him so hard in the balls.

“Our relationship was really weird back then but it’s changed a lot since then. For the better. Back then it was like a role-reversal thing, Reader bullied me because she liked me, and I kinda just let it happen. It was like that for month’s. But things changed when she got pregnant and we kinda admitted all of our feelings and we got together. I fucking love her and I’m not ashamed of it.”

Sam spoke up saying “But then why lie to us about it? Why keep it a secret for so long. We have all seen Reader in the hallways and she’s literally about to have the baby like soon.”

“Next month actually…..”

“Exactly, so what where you going to do then. Just keep the secret going?”

“I didn’t really think that far. I just-“

He sighed.

“With all the dojo stuff happening and then all the bullying stuff, I just couldn’t let the information get out ok? What would have happened if anyone found out my weakness. All of you saw what happened. What I tell everyone that my girlfriend is pregnant with my baby and then the next thing you knew they are-“ he couldn’t physically continue his sentence. Everyone seemed to understand why.

“Hawk you know that we- at the dojo would never do something like that right. We would never hurt someone outside the dojo let alone a pregnant person right?” Miguel replied back to him. His voice was pitched as his emotions fell though. Miguel knew that none of them would ever go that far no matter what.

“You can’t tell me after all of that, I couldn’t believe it would?”

“That’s the women I love, carrying my- our baby. There was no way I was going to put them in harms way because of the stupid shit that I was doing or was involved in. No matter what.” Hawk grabbed his bag and rushed off not wanting to continue this conversation.

He just wanted to go home to Reader.

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine #eli hawk moskowitz #cobra kai hawk x reader #hawk x reader #cobra kai hawk #hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz headcanons #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #cobra kai eli #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #chubby reader #pregnant reader

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OK I need to talk about something unhappy (long post, but I have Something to Say):

(TW medical; TW weight discussion)

When I was in the hospital, not one but TWO nurses complemented how skinny I was. I was in the hospital because I was bleeding into my intestines due to a crohn's flare-up, and I found out while I was there that I was also extremely malnourished.

One nurse, while injecting a med intended to prevent blood clots, said, "your tummy is so flat and perfect, I feel bad injecting it."

...to a patient literally starving because they aren't absorbing the nutrients from the food they eat.

A common side effect of the most recent and popular class of crohn's meds (biologics) is weight gain, and unlike for steroids, this weight gain is mainly because of symptom relief and levels out over time. And yet, when you look it up, you find article after article about how to control your weight while on whichever biologic you're taking.

When I was 11 and I should've been gaining lots of weight during puberty, I started losing it instead, and when I insisted I had no idea why, my doctor told me I had anorexia. I didn't even know what anorexia was yet, and my dad tried to step in and inform her that I ate a lot. WELL over what most people my size ate. I ate as much as him, a 6'2 and heavy-set mountain of a man. So the doctor said I must be throwing the food up after eating, and asked how long I spent in the bathroom after meals. If the doctor hadn't already decided that my being underweight was a vanity thing, maybe the answer would've been a sign that they should refer me to a GI clinic. Instead, she insisted that I weigh every morning, naked, with my dad's supervision so I didn't lie, and that he check the toilet after every time I used it to make sure I wasn't secretly throwing up. This went on for a year and instead of gaining weight, I kept losing it, and faster. My dad brought up my obvious GI issues, but the doctor's advice at this point summed up to, "We don't know what's causing it if not an eating disorder, so we will just have to see if fixes itself." I got down to 69 lbs at 5'4 before it began to "fix itself." Though, I stayed underweight. I got scouted for modeling three separate times, and my mom told me I shouldn't make that decision so young because the industry is exploitative. I got endless compliments. I still do, and when I do sex work, how skinny I am is a frequent line of praise people tell me.

I decided some people are naturally skinnier (true, and I have a narrow build on top of that), and that since people liked it, it probably wasn't that big of a deal. It wasn't bad enough to look sick, after all.

Lying in a hospital bed trying to keep down an Ensure that my body did NOT like, only to be complemented on my tiny waist by the nurse that gave me the Ensure, it really just settled in.

There is no looking sick enough for people to stop praising thinness. There is no valid enough reason for gaining weight for people to stop writing fear-mongering articles about how to lose it.

I want to gain weight so that my body has enough energy to do things like "stay awake for an entire day" or "go for a 15 minute walk." If I do so, I throw away being desired (not entirely, but much of it). Ultimately, it isn't a choice at all. I want to feel like an actual living thing and not land in the hospital again. But it is absolutely fucked that our society makes it a trade-off.

And if I can indulge in some bitterness, I hope that every doctor who saw my thinness as a sign that my health was "not too bad" instead of a warning sign either learns and changes or dies of some sort of wasting disease.

#medical #health #fatphobia #rant #beauty standards #chronic illness #tw weight #hal rambles #sorry if this post isn't well written #I've been thinking of saying something about this experience and it finally boiled over #i just can't put up with how much people seem to value my body for being thin alone #while I'm still losing weight even on steroids and eating as much nutrient dense food as my stomach can physically handle #I'm really trying my best here #and all I'm getting are compliments #glad you like my body but I'd really like to live.

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Thank u thank u thank u for talking about Boys Be Brave feeling so……in the BL bubble but maybe not? but very bubble-like, but we’ll have to see what the rest of the show gives us? it was starting to really bug me as well bc I actually truly hate the bl bubble. I was trying to articulate why but you did it perfectly. Like you said, it makes it hard (at least for me) to understand the inner psychological workings of these characters and for me it also negatively impacts how I perceive the story. BUT ALSO…this does come from the same creators of Our Dating Sim and they did something similar in that show where they never said outright that queerness was an issue in the world they created. Just the “we shouldn’t kiss at work bc reasons” could be professional could be queer related “I ran away from my crush after confessing bc reasons” could be general embarrassment but could be queer related. It rode a line that I accepted bc they implied that at least one of the characters was always gay, but like you said Boys Be Brave isn’t doing that 😭

You raise a good point about Our Dating Sim (my beloved) doing this same bubble-straddling thing, and I think the crucial difference and why it doesn't work in this one is that the specifics of the leads' sexualities is much more plot-relevant. We are explicitly being asked to consider both of them dating women, Jin Woo's ideal type being (subtextually) a woman, Gi Seop making himself look more feminine to appeal to him, Balgeum and his ex having secret meetings in school and Balgeum throwing around comments about disgust, and all of it with no direct acknowledgment of anyone's sexuality or how that plays into these conflicts.

The ODS plot was a fairly straightforward second chance romance that was enhanced by reading Lee Wan as gay, but we didn't actually need to breakdown the specifics of his and Gi Tae's sexualities for the plot to track or to tap into the psychology behind their choices. That is not the case here, and so it's getting in the way of the story. Which is frustrating because there's a lot of great stuff in this show and it wouldn't take much to bring all these things into alignment.

#boys be brave #korean bl #kdrama #shan answers

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trojanteapot · 1 year

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Obligatory Infinity Train Fanfic Plug I Guess

I have some new followers since I posted about my Infinity Train cosplay process so I guess now's a good time to plug my boring overly-long fanfics that are mostly sad and stuff.

SHIPPING FICS

RYMIN:

Ain't No Cure For Love: Ryan and Min-Gi perform their first gig in Montreal. Min-Gi wants to confess his feelings. (First fic I ever wrote probably a bit rough now and the only fic without any sort of theme besides "love wins" i guess) It Can't Be Helped: Takes place in the mid-2000s when Ryan and Min-Gi's band have become quite successful and are touring East Asia. Ryan has some cultural identity issues to overcome at the age of like, 40-something. (This one is much much better than the first Rymin fic, and is about more than just shipping. I did a ton of research into Japanese-Canadians and Korean-Canadians for it as well! Shout-out to my partner for his huge role in shaping this fic as he is Japanese-Canadian himself.)

GRIMON:

Raison d'Etre (PART 1) (PART 2): Post-Canon AU where Simon survives the Train. Grace and Simon spend about 4 years apart from each other living their own lives on Earth, but one day Grace shows up randomly in Quebec to pay Simon a visit. Traumatic wounds get reopened, things get emotional, philosophical, maybe even a little... sociopolitical? Also interspersed between Grace and Simon's little dates are flashbacks to the Train that explain exactly how Simon managed to leave the Train in this AU.

I separated it into two halves because the second half contains smut. However, the second half kind of needs to be read for there to be a complete story. The smut is entirely skippable and doesn't contribute to the overarching plot so I do encourage you to read both halves.

(Also of note is that this takes place not in the "present" but in the past (2018), because I am An Old Person(TM) and so I made Grace and Simon millennials. And I also didn't want to write about the pandemic. It's not that noticeable and you can ignore that timeline fuckery if you want.)

True Love Waits: (VERY VERY CURSED) Sort of not a shipping fic? But Grace gets pregnant here and we all know who the father is! So Grace needs to leave the Train before the baby is born. Canon complacent so Simon is dead. (TW: other than pregnancy there's also thoughts of self-harm and mentions of abortion)

Leave It In My Dreams: Grace's sad nightmare in Alma Mater but from Simon's perspective.

Shame On You, Blue-Eyed Fox: Grace lets her guard down and harassed by a rookie cop. Simon finally makes himself useful for once in his entire life. (TW: real world racism obviously.)

GENERAL FICS

Alma Mater: Post-Canon. Tulip starts college, is very typically Tulip about it, but she befriends an older student named Grace Monroe who helps her through it. However, Tulip comes to learn that she and Grace have more in common than they realized at first. Also Jesse and Lake get thrown into the mix and drama ensues. (Mostly canon complacent except for 1. time period, and 2. Grace is from California, not DC, but her parents work in DC.)

Initial State: A side story to Raison d'Etre. After Simon realizes he's wrong he works with the Cat to bring his number down and leave the Train. But this isn't as easy as he thought especially when he meets a denizen he's recently met before, but never expected to meet again (becausehekilledherlol).

Semi-Automatic Lonely Boy: Prequel to Raison d'Etre. Just a series of vignettes of Simon's life after returning to Earth. (TW: depictions of self-harm) Other than It Can't Be Helped, this is the other fanfic that I am the most proud of so far. Literally went and relearned French to write some of the dialogue in this.

I'll Get It Right Sometime (ongoing): Four years after Book 3, Hazel and Amelia have a pretty decent life on the Train. But this peace is interrupted when Hazel meets a passenger and decides to help him through the Train. How can Amelia keep Hazel safe? Who is this passenger anyway? Why is the Cat so interested in interfering? Why is Simon somehow involved?! Why is JESSE somehow involved?!?!??! (Note: I think Hazel ages normally, so she's 10 years old in this one.) This is also my most ambitious fanfic yet. I have an Entire Homestuck Reference chapter, a Reddit chapter, and I plan to have several Discord chapters.

#infinity train #infinity train fanfic #infinity train fanfiction #rymin #grimon #tulip olsen #jesse cosay #lake infinity train #grace monroe #simon laurent #ryan akagi #min gi park #amelia hughes #hazel infinity train #samantha the cat #you can tell i have a thing for naming fics after songs or lyrics

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kagrenacs · 1 month

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But maybe I do need to change my major.

This has been rolling around in my head for a while. I'm having nightly panic attacks about this and getting little sleep. I'm terrified I've already failed myself.

Soon I need to decide on a specialty, my issue is I don't know what I want. Climatology is not my cup of tea. I don't really understand computer science and geographical data. Biogeography and Soils seem manageable. But with agriculture I don't have a background in it, and I'm extremely doubtful I'll be taken seriously. Biogeography/conservation I'll have to learn GIS, which I'm willing to do, but I don't understand the theory behind it at all and that's a major problem. Overall I don't know what my passion is. Other students apply themselves, they have research opportunities they're undertaking. And I just don't feel anything. At the start I had hopes about making the world a better place, at this point I just want to survive.

Art is something I have passion towards, it's what keeps me going. I would be happy to be a graphic designer or something. I'm just worried that I'll destroy my hands quicker than what's already happening if I work too much. I also likely wouldn't get health benefits which can't happen. And I'm hesitant because I've already done half my degree. I feel guilt for using the savings plan my parents set aside for me for nothing. Regardless of what I do, I feel like I'm fucking up.

Idk, maybe I just need to do a job shadow, see if I hate what I'll be doing or not.

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What do you think are Kenjaku's favourite manga? We know a bit about what Yuuji've read and probably likes. Though what do you think are Yuuji's favs?

I'm wondering whether they could talk about it or whether it'd be just Kenjaku trying to interest Yuuji in their favs and Yuuji being disinterested because their tastes don't match at all XD

I think their tastes overlap pretty often actually. Like for example, Yu-Gi-Oh! (the original manga). For most of the story it's basically just kids torturing each other Saw-style. It's very bloody and gruesome with some friendship lessons sprinkled over it. So basically like the Culling Games, just with stricter rules and more torture devices. Seems right up Kenjaku's alley, especially because while there's a lot of death, there is for most cases a broader lesson to it and I think they would just find the ways the kids solve the death games very interesting. Plus, you have ancient souls stored in objects possessing other people. Very relatable.

I can see Yuuji liking the manga for very similar reasons. He likes horror, so that part would appeal to him and he would like the broader message of overcoming loneliness, abuse and other trauma together with the friends you manage to make. It's a lot about finding closure and accepting death, quite similar to what he is dealing with. Also, being possessed by a spirit that kills people without your knowledge or influence? Yuuji and Yuugi could start a therapy group together (Yuugi's approach of befriending said spirit won't help Yuuji tho...). actually now I wonder if Yuugi was an inspiration for Yuuji even if their personalities are different

So I think Kenjaku and Yuuji would end up liking a lot of the same manga's but for slightly different reasons.

For Kenjaku, I think they would like manga with a diverse power system or elaborate powers in general, like Hunter x Hunter or Jojo's. Then probably also some of Ito Junji's stories just because they find the ways in which people can drive themselves insane fascinating. Same for Oshimi Shuuzo's stuff (they read Blood on the Tracks for inspiration on how to deal with their children).

Given their extensive knowledge on stand-up comedy, suggesting they watch basically anything that gets aired, I could also see Kenjaku just buying an issue of WSJ and reading everything from front to back only to give the nearest person around a full critique of the contents. Yuuji is similar to that I think. We know he watches basically everything on TV, no matter how dull he thinks it is and I think he could be the same with manga. He'll read everything in a magazine simply because he has nothing better to do, it passes time and keeps him from thinking about less great stuff happening in his personal life (coping mechanism just like his TV habits). The manga he reads in Ozawa's flashback looks like WSJ or maybe an equally packed manga magazine.

Because of that I'm also having a hard time pinning down favourites for him. He's such an omnivore. Did we ever get any specifics from Gege on what he reads? If we go by his movie taste it must be something that isn't just senseless violence and he seems easily moved by drama, like in Lord of the Rings. Don't know how he feels about sci-fi, but maybe some Gundam series (I'd say UC universe, but that's just because I don't know the others)? Evangelion seems a bit too existential, he seems more like a casual reader who doesn't want to be reminded too much of any lurking depression. I think he'd definitely like Yu Yu Hakusho and Fullmetal Alchemist. It has a good mix of action, drama, fantasy and darker elements.

#as always with these types of questions I immediately forgot all manga I have ever read or heard about #asks #jjk spoilers #itadori yuuji #kenjaku

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are you tell me it’s because the Cetra didn’t bother solving the Gi problem and just hid the black materia we all are here now? Why didn’t they do that? They had sites to sit and talk with the Gi world, Seto became stone so understandable but what excuse did the cetra have? Aerith dying feel like it fits even more now

Well, you get world info about the cetra history from the Gi and the Ancient wall in the temple, but basically it's what we already knew so I'm not gonna spoiler this, it's literally ffvii lore and if y'all don't know it then you need educating so sit down and listen up 🤣

Let's go with "in the beginning" since there's no specific dates.

In the beginning the planet has cetra, who are your mages and commune with the planet etc, and there's your big standard humans.

For comparison, ffxvi humans/branded is basically the same.

The humans didn't have magic, only the cetra did because they could tap into the planet and use the lifestream. Humans became afraid/jealous of the cetra and there was a war between the two. This is what started to reduce the number of cetra.

The Gi arrived some time after this war. Not sure what their beef was. Maybe they wanted to conquer the planet. Maybe they arrived by accident. But they also waged war on the cetra because they were the more powerful force than the humans. The cetra sealed up the Gi in the caves and left them to die. From what Gi Nattak says, the cetra are pretty self centred. If it doesn't affect them they don't care.

The Gi couldn't return to the planet, so after centuries of praying, they created the black materia to summon meteor and end their suffering.

The cetra took the black materia and hid it in the temple. Tseng notes there's signs of battle. The humans didn't want the cetra to control the black materia so went to war over it. Obviously lost because the black materia stayed in the temple and the legend surrounding it became anyone who entered never left.

Around this same time or soon after, jenova arrives. Maybe it's lured by the black materia. Maybe it's an accident. Either way, it crashes in the northern continent and causes a massive injury to the planet.

The cetra travel there to help the planet heal itself. Jenova takes the form of their dead, their friends, family, enemies, anyone it can use. It decimates the cetra before finally being stopped by human armies.

Jenova goes into hibernation, and Shiva is the one who freezes the entire continent as a patch to the planet's wound so it can heal.

The cetra are massively dwindling in numbers by this point and within 2000 years there's only Ifalna left as a full blood cetra. That's something like 50 generations. Not a lot.

So yeah, because they locked the Gi up and didn't figure out a proper solution, they became the orchestrators of their own demise and say as much in the temple. They're also kinda pissy about the fact humans had issues with them and their use of magic. There's an air of superiority about them.

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“But dissent must never lead to disorder.”

I have too much on my plate right now. Of all the systemic failures that are eating my brain, among them deficiencies in healthcare; deficiencies in the language we use to talk about systemic racism, white privilege, and proximity to whiteness; lack of community, and all the other reasons people don't hear and respond to cries for help with actual help, this is the only one I can muster the energy to express, because it's so simple. I don't even know if it will make me feel better, but I want to SAY it.

This is not how dissent works. If you apply this rule to dissent, you are headed for a dictatorship with no brakes. If you already know that and don't need anyone to unpack it for you, you've identified the problem and you can stop reading right now. For your mental health purposes, please do.

This playbook is older than I am, and someone had a few things to say about in during the "disorder" caused by students agitating for Black rights and an end to the Vietnam War.

Internet Archive isn't exactly stable and I've had some issues getting it to load, but you should be able to find this somewhere for free. It's dated in a lot of places, but we knew. There's the evidence. We've known a long time. We decide the "disorder" was OK after the fact, as indeed we have about Vietnam and Civil Rights. But it sure wasn't OK when it was happening! We needed a Law And Order President to crack down and fix that!

We have such a person in office now, and, barring a total collapse, such a person will be in office after the election. Both candidates want to continue the genocide and both candidates want to silence the protests. Both candidates are subverting the democratic process to get into office, don't ignore the primary shenanigans and lack of choice the DNC is offering us. Both candidates are incompetent and I don't want either of them drooling on the nuclear button, but Biden has competent help, for the moment. He's actually in office, and he can actually do things. He has chosen to stake out a rhetorical middle-ground, while continuing the genocide and letting states tackle the student protests however they want - so far, that means arrests and injuries, and we'll have to wait and see if anyone gets shot.

Trump is SAYING he wants to crack down EVEN HARDER, on EVERYTHING, but your guess is as good as mine whether he'd actually pull it off. If we're caving to the idea that the protests must stop because they're too disorderly, though, that's fine. Why would that not be fine? We're just talking about the matter of degree and how much of a priority "restoring order" is. If the dissent continues (and if the genocide, and the horrors coming out of it continue, why wouldn't the dissent?), more and more people are going to be willing to throw in their lot with whoever they think will make it stop.

We're already killing lots of people for the sake or "order," at home and abroad. It's usually quieter, due to distance and method. Another trans child taking themself out of the equation is almost silent, and easily dismissed as some kind of unfixable personal problem, not a societal issue. And kids in Gaza? Well, we only see 'em in pictures. We don't hafta look. Gunning down college students on American soil is a lot scarier, that looks way more disorderly, that's harder for us to deal with. We prefer not to, but we're willing to do it. We have been and still are, that's part of our national identity, whether you want it or not. You dissent, we kill you for being "disorderly." And maybe we apologize later and give you a national holiday or something, way later. (Have a fun time admiring what's left of the Indigenous cultures that we're still trying to wipe out on this year's Indigenous People's Day!)

If dissent must never lead to disorder, we gotta give back BLM, right away. (And, conservatives, say bye-bye to January 6th and Charlottesville, and Ruby Ridge and whatever else you wanna call "patriotism" or "not as bad.") The Civil Rights movement goes back, too, with MLK and Malcom X together. And there goes Stonewall! Kent State? Justified! Armed Indigenous resistance to their own genocide? Inexcusable! (Same for Palestinian resistance and, indeed, the Jewish Resistance to the Holocaust. If you really wanted to be saved, you'd be better victims.) The Civil War? Well, the South isn't allowed to push back against the President, but neither is the North allowed to invade and infringe on states' rights. Call it a wash! And Dred Scott? Good call! You can't just be escaping from slavery all willy-nilly when it's the LAW. How 'bout that American Revolution? Oooh, yeah. Bad idea. Dredge the tea out of Boston Harbor and get right with King Charles, you freeloaders GOTTA pay your taxes, representation or no! Apologize and dissent better next time!

Ha-ha, of course, this is my autism talking. You don't mean that literally. You don't mean "never," Joe. I'm pickin up what you're layin down! You mean "not when it's inconvenient, and I get to pick."

And that's why we need to preserve the ability to dissent. (Even for the assholes who want to kill me - although I would like their ability to dissent to stop somewhat short of killing me, if we can manage that. I need to be alive to retain my ability to dissent!) If "disorder" is an arbitrary decision for the guys in charge to make, there is no check on their power. They crush what irritates them, and they may continue crushing it as long as they're able to stay on top.

Dictatorship is a fistful of M&Ms and Biden and Trump are two dogs sniffing around to see if they can snork some up when you're not looking. Biden is being a lot quieter about it, while Trump is howling and shitting and distracting. But we don't want either of them to eat the M&Ms! That's not good for them or for any of us!

Autocracy can look very, very orderly on the surface. And, in any case, it is very convenient for everyone not being crushed by it. They can just go on about their lives, knowing the tough decisions are being made for them and any voices trying to get them to think about that will be silenced. Some folks are up for it, as long as they're not the ones on the bottom. But for everyone else, dying for the convenience of others is disorderly AF.

Genocide is disorder. Saying "stop" is basic human decency. It's not stopping, so the message is going to get louder and more chaotic and more damaging, but that's not on the messengers. They can't fight fair. The people in power certainly aren't fighting fair, and they have a lot more weapons at their disposal. Don't give them more. Don't buy that everything's fine and you can quiet down and go on about your business. Don't simplify by designating a good guy and backing whatever he wants to do against the bad guy. When something is wrong, don't ask permission, SAY SO LIKE YOU MEAN IT. If you're going to wait for someone in power to tell you it's okay to push back... they never will.

#long post #us news #us politics #biden #trump #dissent #democracy?#genocide #free gaza #protests #the first step is admitting there's a problem #not sure about step two but we're not past step one yet are we?

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