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fatherforgivethem · 7 months

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Hotd meets the Hunger Games 🫢

“I keep wishing I could think of a way to show them that they don’t own me. You know, if I’m gonna die… I wanna still be me.”

Alicent Hightower had never expected for her name to be called at the reaping. She had never expected to talk to Otto Viridis as a crowd laughed at her sweet words. She most certainly did not expect to win her games and make it back home to Distract 4 when she was only sixteen years old. Her life seemed to be full of surprises; and it had not ended there. She had met Criston Cole by chance when she was walking down the docks in town. He had been bringing baskets of fish back to his shop when Alicent had bumped into him. And after a few words of apology, her life had changed once again.

She had taken a job at his shop where he sold the fish he caught. She needed something to do after moving to Victors Village. From there they got to know each other, and it was in that little shop that they fell in love. They had married and before she even knew it, they had three children, soon four, running around the docks.

Her life had continued to change when her son’s name was called at the reaping, when her eldest son at volunteered for him, and when it had happened all over again two years later. She had to watch them again and again go through what she went through, watch the way that they became killers like she did. Her arena had been so different from there’s. It was hot, dead, unlivable. She had only won when she had found poisonous berries that she forced two people to eat. The sound of their cannons going off still rung in her ears. And now it wound ring in her children’s ears for the rest of their lives as well. It was a cycle, and it would take a certain kind of person to break it.

Criston Cole never would have thought that he would have four children and wife that he called his. He hadn’t even expected to live past thirteen, let alone twenty. But he did, and he met the love of his life and they brought the most beautiful children into the world. A world that would take them away from their parents.

He had been forced to watch his two oldest boys kill others to stay alive. On most nights, he was either waking up in a cold sweat, or trying to get Alicent to wake up from one of her nightmares. Since winning their own games, Criston had been traveling down the hall to help Aegon and Aemond as well.

His life was full of horror as he watched those he loved crumble before him. When it would end, Criston would never know. What he did know, was that he would find a way to make it end, all of it.

Aegon had always been told to keep his head down. His mom made it clear that he was to never say the words “I volunteer!”. Those were words for careers, and Aegon and his siblings were not careers; they were the sons and daughter of a victor and a fisherman. And, if his mother could help it, it would stay that way. But it hadn’t; not when Aemond, who had only been thirteen, was called at the reaping.

Aegon had never raised his hand and said words so quick before. It was so quick that it almost felt like a thought that had slipped through his head. But it had happened, and before he knew it, he was being pulled to the stage and asked what his name was. He had tried his best to ignore the look of horror and unshed tears in his mothers eyes.

The capital had loved him. They loved his confidence, the risky jokes he would say. They saw him as a flirt, someone with a dashing smile. It worked, and before Aegon even knew it, people were placing their bets on a fifteen year old Aegon. He had hoped for an arena full of something similar to what he grew up with, maybe trees and water, but when he was shoved into a suit meant to keep him warm, he knew it would be an arena meant to kill. His hopes were crushed even further when he rose to an arena full of snow, a frosty forest, and a frozen and freezing ocean.

He had been the son of a fisherman, and it showed. He had set traps made out of rope that would strangle the other tributes. He had only won the games because he was a good swimmer. And so, when a boy from 2 and Aegon were in the water, Aegon was able to keep the other boy under as he continued to tread above the surface. Aegon had almost died from the cold. When Aegon was on the train back home, he swore he would find a way to make it all end, to stop the games.

Helaena hated each reaping with every fiber of her being. She hated the way that parents cried and children clung to friends and family. She hated seing videos of her mother, who was only a little girl, forcing another child to eat poisonous berries. She hated them more when her brothers were taken away from her, changed and never the same. She hated so many things, and it was because of the games, because of the President. Those however, were words never to be spoken out loud. Not if she wanted to have her family live to see another day.

When Aegon had won, stylists from the capital had come to their home in District 4 to force Helaena into puffy clothes and pin her hair back until her head was pounding. The times that she did love were when the games, the PR that her family did, were over and done with. It was a time that allowed her to sit by the water and sketch her designs. Or where she could bake in the kitchen as Aegon and Aemond taught Daeron how to play chess.

Her name had never been called, and for that she was incredibly grateful. It spared her parents more pain than they needed. It spared herself the pain. So, for now, in between games, she would simply be with her family.

Something was brewing, she could feel it in the air. She could see it when Aegon and their mother went on long walks in areas no one was allowed. Something was about to happen, a storm, and Helaena would try her best to be ready for it.

As soon as his little brothers name was called, Aemond had done the same thing his elder brother had done. He’d volunteered. He had done the one thing his brother had to go to the games for. It was as if they were in a cycle, like someone was testing to see how strong their family could hold. Well, whatever it was, Aemond was falling into the trap like the fish he caught each day.

With Aegon as his mentor, Aemond had felt prepared, something very rare when going into the games. His brother had prepared for almost everything. On how to survive the night if it was cold without attracting other tributes. He even taught Aemond how to appeal to the capital. They had loved his confident, yet shy, demeanor. People had commented on how much of a mix Aemond was with his older brother and mother. With Aemond entering the games, they had become obsessed with his family, and Aemond had tried his best to hide his distaste for their awing behavior.

He had hoped each night before bed that his arena would be nothing like Aegon’s. And when he had risen into an arena full of mountains and flowing waterfalls and rivers, Aemond had tried his best not to smile. Throughout his games, he did all he could to survive. He avoided the cornucopia and instead stole a backpack from a boy from 7. The way that Aemond’s flying knife had logged itself into the boys chest still popped into his head before he went to sleep every night. The boys name had been Luke, and Aemond would always remember that after having to give a speech to the boy’s family.

Aemond had won his games staying up and catching the smoke of the last four tributes. He had climbed high into the trees and had skillfully let his knives drop onto them. He had done it to get home. And when he had been pulled into his brothers arms on the train ride home, he knew that it had been worth it. To survive is to kill.

It had been hard to watch her little boy die by the hands of another child. Because Rhaenyra knew, within her heart, that the boy from 4 had no choice. And if her own son, if Luke, was given the chance, she hoped he would have done the same. She supposed it was better for Luke to go in the beginning than for her to watch him die as he got nearer to the end. Almost close enough to reach out for and touch, before being ripped from her. No, the boy from 4, Aemond was his name, had done her a kindness. However selfish it might have been. She had seen the sadness, the regret, when Aemond had come to district 7 on his victory tour and had given his speech.

She thought that she was given peace after her sons death, but as the games went on, another boy’s name was called. Her boy, her Jace. Another son was taken from her, Though, Jace had fought and he had lived. She didn’t know what was worse, watching her son die, or watching the other live yet die inside of himself. He had never been the same, it had taken months for him to sleep in his own bed. He had, after some months, finally been able to chop wood without having to cover his ears and sit curled into himself on the ground. He wasn’t a victor, he was a victim of the capital’s wicked games.

So, when her son, after coming home from another game of mentoring, had taken her deep into the woods to discuss a brewing rebellion; she had listened, she had agreed. It would end, it had to.

His brother had been killed and now he was sent to do the same thing to other children. Children like him who only wanted to survive. But only one was allowed, and everyone wanted that to be them. Jace included. It had only been two games since his brother had been killed, and now, at eighteen, Jace too had been chosen at the reaping. Not a soul had volunteered. All of the boys around him had stayed quiet, had looked down at the ground. Jace didn’t blame them. If it wasn’t for the shock, Jace would have laughed. It was his last year to get picked, and after seven years of not, he was chosen. What a joke.

His mentor had only taught him one thing, and that was to never team up with others. No matter what they offered, Jace was to refuse them. Luke had made the mistake of being naive, and Jace wouldn’t do the same. He wouldn’t let his mother lose another son. After their father had died, it had only been the three of them. And then Luke had been taken away, and then Jace. Each smile he graced the wretched capital with, he did it for his mom.

The arena he landed in had been a shock. After being able to finally open his eyes against the light, Jace had looked upon a land of sand. Only sand. It had taken more supplies than he wanted to find an oasis. He had been lucky in winning his games. He had gone against what his mentor had said and he had teamed up with others. When the rest of them were asleep, four cannons had gone off, and it had been Jace that had slit the throats of the other two tributes whilst they slept. It had been an easy win, is what the capital said. However, like the majority of other victors, it hadn’t felt like a victory.

It didn’t take much convincing to join the rebellion. After returning home, his mentor had taken him out into the woods, away from prying ears, and had told him everything. How there was a plan, how the famous Hightower family from District 4 was in on it. That after this coming games, they would bring an end to the Hunger Games and the conniving capital once and for all.

….Part 1

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xxxanxietybitchxxx · 10 months

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#copy pasta #red flags #red flags copypasta #copypasta #human centipede

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clarkes-and-god · 7 months

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"Iva? What's wrong?"

"It's just so hard, and I'm going to have to do it forever and ever and ever until I die and then I'm probably going to go to Hell because I'm not doing it good enough and I bet I'll still be doing it in Hell because I hate it so much."

"Do what? I mean, I think whatever it is you won't have to do it forever, I don't think anything really happens forever, like-"

"Stop talking! You're a boy, it's not the same. You don't have to do anything forever. I do, it's not fair. You get to go to the library or go fishing and do fun stuff. I have to help Mom all day, and then when I'm older I have to get married and it will be even worse because no one will help me!"

"Oh, right, erm, do you want to talk about it? I didn't really know that upset you so much."

"Jannes, it's awful! I get up and I have to help Moselle eat her breakfast, and it's gross. She gets food everywhere and it's all slimy and chewed and touching it makes me want to throw up, but I have to clean it all up or it's more work for Dassy and Beth. And Dad and Natan always complain if their breakfast isn't cooked right, and they're so annoying and it's already so noisy that sometimes I want to slap them. But if I'm not smiley, Mom yells at me for having an attitude, so I can't tell them to stop or anything. And then all day I have to try do my homeschool but the baby is always crying or the little ones need me to help them with their work, or Moselle wants me to play with her. She's so clingy, I hate it, she's always touching me with her little sticky hands. So then Mom and Dad think I'm dumb because I suck at homeschool, and they tell me off for it. And then when Dad gets home, Mom makes me work out with her because I'm fat, and she doesn't let me eat too much in case I gain weight, so I'm always hungry. She says it's important so I'm pretty and I can get a husband, but if I try wear pretty clothes or do my hair nice then I get yelled at because that's too pretty and it's vain and leading men into sin. So I just do nothing right! And Dassy and Beth do everything right, and they're always really happy to do it, and they're skinny and not leading men into sin. I'm never going to be good like them, so I'm going to marry some awful man like Uncle Tobias who's really mean and he'll probably hit me because I'll be a bad wife. And then I'll probably have all these horrid sticky children who just won't leave me alone!"

"You're not bad! Please don't say all those nasty things about yourself, they're not true, I swear. You're not dumb, and you're not fat, and you're not vain. You know, sometimes I read books at the library that I'm not meant to, and there's all sorts of cool things in them. I think you'd like all the stuff they say you can do in those books more than what Mom says you can do. Like, space is cool, and dinosaurs, and especially Jurassic Park. They make dinosaurs in that! And they have magazines like Vogue, I think you would like that one. It's got lots of clothes in it, and there's lots of women in it who have actual jobs. I think the lady on the copy I saw was a makeup artist for movie stars."

"But I'm still here and I can't be a makeup artist, even though it sounds cool! Dad would kill me, he'd say that it's not what God wants for women, and it's a sin."

"I mean, I don't think God would want you to be sad and running around after sticky children forever. And there's lots of Christians who think women should have jobs if they want. I read a textbook about Christianity, and there's lots of views. Mom and Dad might be wrong, it's not like Dad's Jesus."

"I mean, that's true. I actually think they're wrong quite a lot. Like, what boy is gonna notice when I do my hair different? Boys don't notice that! Maybe when I'm older I can do something so I can go away and not have a mean husband and gross kids."

"Only if you take me with you! Dad won't let me be a scientist because then I'd have to tell him he's wrong about most of the things he teaches in church. You know, the science in the books at the library is completely different to the homeschool science. Like, dinosaurs didn't live with humans, apart from in Jurassic Park, and Jurassic Park is pretend. I'm going to take you to the library with me so I can show you, and I'll show you Vogue. But I'm not going to go on my own, ok? I don't want Mom to be mean to you when I'm not there."

"That's really nice, thank you. I know we're supposed to like all our siblings equally, but you're my favourite brother."

"Well, you're my favourite sister."

#iva #jannes #fundie sims #quiverfull sims #fundie snark #fundie simblr #modest sims #satire #homeschool sims

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kidfoundonstreets · 9 months

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kid a re yuo okay

The date started off so well Begin my night not expecting the fright of my life She was perfect from what I could tell How could I not see the danger right in front of me My favorite food is fish (baby, that's my favorite too) I love cartoon dogs (baby, I love Scooby Doo) Hey girl, what's your favorite film? She said the best movie of all, a masterpiece of art called Human Centipede, Human Centipede I think that I'm gonna get murdered tonight Human Centipede, not ironically She said, costume design was a highlight I like it for the plot (tell me what the plot's about) German doctor sews three people ass to mouth (cool) Human Centipede, please God save me I think that's a red flag, I don't want to get stabbed She said, "Human Centipede is a tour de force" I think, "Holy shit, I'm gonna be the main course" She said, "I admire the narrative of character growth" I try to get the waiter's attention by blinking in morse code Why are you blinking so much? (I've got something in my eye) Here, let me get it out (no thank you, I don't wanna die) Bonjour, sir was blinking at me, is this because your date is a freak? (No) Very good then, bon appétit Stop hiding behind your silly made up red flag To not take a chance on the best relationship you never had Maybe you're right and I'm looking for excuses My heart's got bruises but I'm ready to choose this love You could be my world, the love of my life One day we'll get married and be husband and wife With a tasteful ceremony at the wedding of our dreams Only if the wedding is themed, tell me what the theme's gonna be Human Centipede, Human Centipede That way we could save on the catering bill Human Centipede, only one mouth to feed If you are the best man, you know the deal, pucker up I can finally open myself up to love I can finally sew a mouth to a butt Human Centipede, Human Centipede

#long post

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hezuart · 2 years

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In your opinion, how well are the female characters in HB used?

at this point, very ...poorly? I mean, they're strong, they're used okay I guess, but they have little to no character arcs.

Millie is just "Strong waifu". That's it. If Viv made her struggle with adjusting to life in the city, for not fitting in because she's from the countryside, and also wanting to stay with Moxxie but also desperately missing her old home; it'd be interesting if she had to go from a harsh, physical environment to a more sophisticated city, where being tough is no longer the norm. You need to be smart with your words, your money, and appearances, which she may not be familiar with. She also goes into a blind rage sometimes since she's from wrath, so she could have been given some anger issues for certain things she's touchy about and show her redirecting that anger to be more beneficial to her perhaps? These could have been nice arcs for her, but yeah, she's the most boring character in Helluva Boss because of the lack of attention she gets for her character. I don't know why Viv is not paying attention to her.

Millie's trans sister Sally May is cheeky and powerful. She's very popular in the fandom despite her lack of appearance. Wish we could have a flashback of Sally and Millie. Would really add more to their characters if we saw them younger, or even as kids on their farm.

Loona has a bit more of an arc because she's insecure. She has some baggage because she's an orphan, she's got no friends, and she shuts Blitzo out because he's too clingy and overbearing. We see her try and be confident when talking to Vortex. Hopefully, with the finale part 2 , we'll see more of her not only making friends but also hopefully having a relationship with Blitzo. So Loona is...(or will be) the most developed female character in the series.

Verosika is a pretty alright character. Popstar with booze issues. She fell in love with Blitzo at some point and seemed to actually really like him because she has a crossed-out heart tattoo with his name on her arm. She's boisterous and proud of her work, and also very petty. Despite everything with Blitzo, she understands the trouble they'd be in after the giant fish she accidentally made at the beach, and concedes to let him win the bet despite her clear annoyance. She knows when to push back, but also when to give up which means she's smart and potentially admirable, especially after what Blitzo put her through. Her "arc" is simple, but she is a deeply hurt, talented lady, and I respect her for it.

Stella is flat. Worst character in the series. Nothing outside of being the "mean bitch wife" character for Stolas after the recent episode. Really didn't expect her to be that flat, I'm truly disappointed in Viv over Stella. Stella could have been so much better if she really was just the narcissistic wife that got cheated on and wanted revenge because she does feel betrayed and embarrassed by Stolas instead of just being a complete psychopath. Truly upsetting.

Octavia could have been interesting, but as it stands, her character has no purpose. She's an unwanted product of an arranged marriage as an heir for the Goetia family, but the Goetias are a plenty. There's a ton of them. Paimon has "so many fucking sons". Why does he need an heir? Especially from Stolas? Stolas was given his Grimoire at a young age. Octavia doesn't seem like she has ANYTHING. Is she just born to... exist? What is her purpose in the Goetia family outside of being an "heir"? And an "Heir" to what? The Goetia are immortal. How or when are any of them gonna die? Is she the inheritor of Stolas's Grimoire? Doesn't seem like Paimon is a prophet, he left that up to Stolas. And you know Viv doesn't have the guts to kill off Stolas in this series, despite all the hints to it. Is Stolas just gonna run off with IMP and leave Octavia behind to take up Stolas's star research? I thought he promised her he wouldn't leave her. This whole situation feels weird and is not well thought through right now. I don't know if Viv will answer or fix any of this, but right now, I'm.... a tad bit concerned over the Goetia family arcs. Octavia has had barely any screen time, so I will be patient for her, but.....

Helluva Boss treats its female characters okay. They're still part of the story, very prominent, and influential, and SOME of them are multi-faceted.

But Stella and Millie? Yeah, they're underdeveloped disappointments. Especially since they're amongst the main characters... the male characters definitely get more attention and development.

#ask #helluva boss

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chidoroki · 1 year

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Black Clover ch342

Ichika mentions their clan was made up of successful and powerful assassins so right away that makes the revelation we learned about Yami massacring them all a bit more believable, I guess? like I can only imagine everyone in said clan taking up some kind of training to become part of the kijin, especially if their tasked with protecting the Land of the Sun. Not entirely sure Yami was too fond of the idea, or at least not how his father viewed it.. or him in general.

He certainly doesn’t give off the best first impression anyways. Hating on Ichika just because she’s a girl? And quite possibly blaming her for his wife’s death? That’s some Silva family type drama. No wonder Yami took Noelle into the Black Bulls. I also really want Ichika and Noelle to meetup somehow. They could bond; either get along real well, or not, and I dunno which scenario I’d wanna see more. But whatever, moving on; their father is a bastard for also trying to hurt them.

Whether the guy is drunk or not, it’s still impressive Yami managed to hold him back as he’s only around 13 here. Their father clearly only cares about strength as well. Just imagine if he saw how powerful Ichika became today. Unfortunately for him, he won’t see that happen.. because death.

Also unfortunate again because it seems Yami could care less about training to become stronger, seeing how he just decides to head out to fish moments later. A wild Qwilfish appeared. Nice to see despite all the family drama that there’s still something here Yami can find some kind of joy in.

Of course the pleasant moment doesn’t last long. After chatting about dreams and how Ryu wants people in this country to live as equals, Ichika’s story takes the dark turn to the night of the massacre. Now I’m not too concerned with the father, since we saw how ruthless he was to his kids, but the whole clan? I’m with Asta on this by saying that really doesn’t sound like the Yami we know.

Sure we might not know the whole story yet (maybe we’ll learn his side to it one day), but I believe there had to be something else involved that lead Yami to killing everyone. Now at the very beginning of the chapter, we get some background info, courtesy of Ichika, of the kijin, the province they guarded and this five-headed dragon. I’m gonna make a little theory.. and say that it’s due to the poisonous and dragon yoryoku soaked pufferfish Yami caught (and most likely ate) that caused him to to act out and retaliate against this clan. It seems silly, I know, because I’m sure everyone catches and eats fish from that sea, so why wouldn’t they be effected? Well the folks near Yami during his catch did say this kind of pufferfish was rare and maybe its poison mixed with the yoryoku it was swimming in made for some weird side effects upon our young man eating it, who I doubt even cared if he ate the poisonous part of the fish or not. I dunno okay. Perhaps they only gave us that dragon story because of the time/space distortion tidbit and that’s how Yami actually ended up in Clover. Who knows.

Anyways, the kids are fighting and I’m still in the middle on this. Yes Ichika saw it firsthand, or at least the very end of it, but we, along with Asta, know Yami better than that. Hell, even the flashback we saw from Julius, William and whomever else about a younger Yami seemed innocent enough.

Ichika then decides to say “fuck it, let’s actually fight” and pulls off a fairly impressive yojutsu. I also like how the scrolls have different designs on them just like the grimoires do. We didn’t really get a good look at the few scrolls we saw previously and even then they seemed a bit plain, so this is nice to see.

I haven’t a clue on how well Asta will do up against this. Poor lad got destroyed during their last fight and I don’t think much time has passed since then. Hopefully he trained well enough to not die at least. I’m rooting for you Asta!

#black clover #bc manga #chidoroki used chatter

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mishwanders · 2 years

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WAIT WAIT WHOM WOULD BE THE HACKETTS AND SUCH IN RESI X QUARRY PLSPSLS ID LOVE TO KNOWS

FUCK YES THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!! Okay, most of these are village villains, but because there are more characters in the Hackett family, I’m adding in other RE characters to this mix.

Constance Hackett - Alcina Dimitrescu: The way in which this woman grieved over the loss of Kaylee reminded me of when Alcina found Casandra dead. She, like Alcina, are strong matriarch types and would get along through niceties by the grit of their teeth, until one of them finds something to be upset about, and then it’s a family brawl after that.

Jedediah Hackett - Jack Baker: Jed is less sadistic than Jack, BUT his undying loyalty to whatever his wife wants is basically how Jack is with Eveline when he’s infected with the mold. Also, both are like the guard dogs that are sent out after the counselors/Ethan to keep an eye on them. I think they’d both get along fine, probably go on a hunting trip together.

Bobby Hackett - Salvatore Moreau: in Bobby’s words, “MMMOOOOOOMMM”. Both of them are momma’s boys and would do anything for their mother figures, including murder. I wanna say they’d get along, but I think Moreau would scare the shit out of Bobby. But once they put aside their differences, they’re fishing buds, hands down.

Chris Hackett - Zoe Baker: now I know Zoe isn’t technically a villain, BUT she gives me the same vibes as Chris. Both are stuck with a situation another family member caused by accident, and literally run away and hide from their problems to try and not make shit worse (and shit still gets worse). I don’t think they’d get along though, at least when Zoe starts prodding him for answers about “the hag of Hacketts quarry”.

Amelia Hackett - Eva: deceased 💀

Kaylee Hackett - Donna Beneviento: because we don’t know too much about either character in game, I put them together. But in my head, I see them both not wanting the situations they’re in. Kaylee just wanted to help a child and Donna would have much rather be left alone to her own devices in her house. I think Donna would like her company though and Angie would talk the girls ear off.

Caleb Hackett - Lucas Baker: I hate them both. Lucas is an absolute asshole who likes to see people in pain and continued to do so with so many different characters - including the majority of Chris team in the Not A Hero DLC and Caleb is the reason the rest of the Hacketts are infected/is the one who infects or murders most of the counselors in game. In conclusion, I hate them. Don’t let Caleb anywhere near Lucas though - I don’t want him tainting that kids mind any more than it has been since being a werewolf.

Travis Hackett - Karl Heisenberg: both of these men are completely fed up with everything going on, and I love it. They both want an end to the suffering that’s going on/their freedom to not have to worry about it so much so that they will both go out of their way to get outside help, but not tell that outside help what the really want immediately because they’re both busy trying to sus out the situation. Not to mention they both have immense mommy issues - like they are the same lol. To be honest, idk if they’d get along or not. I think they’d both be eyeing each other up and down and would be waiting on the other to make the first approach.

Eliza - Mother Miranda: you saw this coming, right? BOTH ARE MOTHERS WHO ARE OBSESSED WITH THEIR LOST/DEAD CHILDREN AND USING THE COUNSELORS/ETHAN TO GET WHAT THEY WANT! They’d get along well, both witchy badasses. I just hope Eliza doesn’t try to hex Miranda lol.

Silas - Rosemary Winters: Rose is not a villain, but neither of these babies deserved the terror that happened to them and I just want to wrap them up in blankets and give them a hot coco and tell them it’s gonna be okay. As much as I went throughout the majority of The Quarry wanting Silas to die, watching him go back to his cage and sleeping there broke my heart. It was the only home he really had, and he was still suffering after the loss of everything. I feel that for Rose too - and I think she feels that way about the loss of her dad, Ethan. Idk if these two would get along or not. Can Silas even speak? I do think that Rose could keep him entertained with the mold though and he wouldn’t be scared.

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nque02 · 11 months

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While I’m in the mood to lay shit bare, ig I’ll get this off my chest.

I’m calling it now, I am going to work myself to death. Just a slow inevitable decline of my health, patience, and my sanity. I keep feeling sudden sharp pains in my side, I get random pains in my bones, back, knees. Sometimes my chest just hurts for no reason. Im not even 21, I can’t buy a drop of liquor and I have back pain. The worst part is that I wouldn’t be the first in my family to die from overworking themself if it were to happen.

My father is working himself to the bone, even now on his vacation. I’m gonna go fishing with him tomorrow, but he isn’t healthy. He has no energy, he eats a lot of crappy food, energy drinks, etc. His wife(my stepmom) doesn’t help, she’s insistent that she will get on disability for her mental illness(even though she was able to hold down several jobs in the past) and is making him support her and my autistic brother.

My mother literally died from working too much. Mother of 3 and a single income household. She had no time to sit down and decompress. She would come home, eat something, watch some YouTube, go to bed and wake up for work 5 hours later. She was a saint, she was way to patient and forgiving. My two sisters lived with her, and they let the apartment fall to shit. I can’t blame Autumn, she was 16 and was way too overwhelmed to make any progress. Maddy however. She was a 23 year old, grown women, living in her mothers house rent free. Refused to help clean, barely left her room. Did fuck all to help mom. I know she regrets it but I’ll never forgive her. Mom passed away from undiagnosed diabetes. She barely had enough money to pay the bills, let alone any medical bills. She just ignored her failing health, and kept pushing to support her children. God I miss calling her and listening to her talk. No matter what if she was awake she was happy to talk. We would drive for hours just talking about work, life, just. Anything. I was planning on moving back in with her so I could help get everything under control. Maybe if I took the lead and cleaned the apartment, Maddy and Autumn would help. Mom could relax, and I could help pay her bills so she wouldn’t have to worry so much. She passed away two weeks before my planned move in date. Her heart gave out while she was asleep. I found her laying there. She was resting her head on her arm, she clearly fell asleep, but something was wrong. You could tell by looking at her. I went up to her to try and wake her up, but one touch of the arm and…

Well she was cold. I called 911, they told me to lay her on the ground and to start performing CPR. The ground. God was it a mess, not a clear spot to be found. I couldn’t just lay my mom down in filth, random objects stabbing her back. So I quickly cleaned the area I’d lay her down despite what the operator said, and got to performing CPR.

I could slowly feel the warmth coming back to her as I did it. Her lips were slightly blue when I started, but by the time the paramedics got there they looked healthy and I thought there was a chance she’d be alright. That she’d wake up, and insist that she was fine. The officers who came with the paramedics got my dog from my bedroom, and thank god they did because about a minute later they told me she was gone and that there was nothing they could do. God bless that beautiful dog, he was there when I needed him. Normally he’s a little hellhound that refuses to behave, but he knew something was wrong. He just let me hold him while I cried on our stairwell. After that I tried calling my older sister, but she didn’t pick up. It was Halloween at 2 am after all, the night before she got drunk with her friends and was asleep at that moment. I called my aunt, and let her know mom passed away. She immediately got out of bed, got dressed, and was on her way. I also told my dad, and he did the same. He got Maddy from her friends and came to moms to pick me up. One thing your never prepared for is to see the man, the pillar in your life shaking. Not out of anger or frustration, because… well I don’t even know. I don’t think he knows. They were divorced nearly as long as I had been alive, but he was shaking when I hugged him.

I’m scared he’s gonna work himself to death like mom did, and I’m worried I’m going to do the same. It’s what we have to do to survive after all in this hell scape.

Anyways anyone who reads this. I’m sorry you found your way to my trauma dump. I can’t afford a therapist, and the next best thing is to scream into the void at random strangers

#trauma dump #vent blog #personal vent #cw vent

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pinkdinkydoon · 2 years

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👻🕯Selfshiptober- Day 6: Haunted

October 6, Day 6, Haunted

"No."

"Whattttt!? Come on babe. Honey-" Gonzo exclaimed. They attempted to lean on their wife. "My catapult, my dynamite, my raging bull-"

"I don't like haunted houses Gonzo!" She sighed, rather playfully. Hitting the table she was sitting at in the process.

"You know what happened last time. You saw a ghost version of me and you had to confront your fears of being alone it was a whole movie special."

He groaned, leaning against the table. "Liciiiiii... this one different! This one isn't free and I gotta pay for it and also there isnt a suspicious magican with a pet fish."

She stared them down. He blinked, holding his hands. "Fine. When is it."

"Tonight! Get your coat on!"

God this man was a nuisance.

She got changed, got her coat, and met him outside. Where he was starting the car and heating it up. A new button up. Pumpkins all over it, along with a red skirt and dark red boots.

"Nice outfit," she winked, grabbing the driver side door and pulling it open.

"Not to bad yourself," he replied, almost more charming than she had before.

Thr two got into the car, drove an hour to a haunted house.... and waited in a very long parking line.

The guy who gave them a ticket for their car and took their parking money recognized them immediately too.

"Oh my god.... the great gonzo!"

They leaned over their wife to pose. "Yup that's me! Me n my lovely daredevil are gonna visit this place! Give it a try!"

"Wow! Well I hope you have fun!!"

The girl drove off before he could even start rambling. Of course a usual, 'wow what a nice guy' and little bits were said.

The...

The haunted house was something!!!

The entire them it was. Yeah it happened and both of them left unsatisfied.

Money lost to a mediocre house that didn't even scare them.

"You would think they'd put a bit more effort in!!!!" Gonzo exclaimed leaving the place.

"I'm not gonna lie babe, I had like 0 confidence the moment we pulled into a crammed parking lot."

They huffed, crossing their arms. "I guess...."

She put a hand to their shoulder. "At least you didn't almost die!"

"That's where the fun is!!! You know I love a good thrill and I wasn't expecting DEATH from this place, but I was expecting at least a jump!"

"Well how about we JUMP to Kermits place and play halloween just dance with the gang. Invite them over."

"Monster mash?" He raised an eyebrow.

She gave him a big ol kiss. "And time warp."

"Woo. Boy. Sold," he smirked up at her.

....

💙👻 ~♧ Fin ♧~ 👻💙

#self ship #♣︎g.m.d #self ship community #selfshiptober 2022 #star selfshiptober #selfshiptober #self shipping #romantic f/o #f/o x s/i #self shipping community #self insert #Gonzo my beloved spouse #art #my art #pinkspacewanderer

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dcjavu · 10 days

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BEGINNING OF THE END

October 22nd, 2077

Fine china wiped spotless, a vacuum sucking at the dust clinging to the drapes, mops squelching against the floors, the hum of the radio on the kitchen table as a chicken roasts in the oven, whispered lullabies and hushed babies, an old army jacket thrown over a chair with initials sewn into the shoulder, pairs of newly polished shoes by the door and a jacket being hung up as a man entered through the front door. Kicking aside his work boots, adding to the pile of dirties that his wife need clean before the day’s end, he lifted his hat off his head and tossed it aside so that he could collapse onto the couch and sling an arm over his eyes to cover himself from the dying light pouring in through the windows. The smell of bleach and lemon-lime permeating the air. Sun bleached rooms that lit up in primary colors painted onto every appliance.

This was the American Dream — at least, that’s what Riley Worthington was fed her entire life.

She could hear her husband enter and she kissed her teeth, wiping clean the knife she was planning on using to carve the chicken that’d been baking in the oven for hours. Dirtying her skirt by placing the blade up against the hem and erasing any blemishes on the surface, she wandered out of the kitchen and stared him down as he was sprawled out on the couch.

“Ry,” Riley spoke up, gently at first as he started snoring theatrically upon hearing her voice. She didn’t blink. “Ry, wake up.”

“If it ain’t about dinner bein’ ready, I don’t wanna hear it,” Her husband returned and moved over onto his side, burying his face in the cushions.

She bit her lip. No talking back, ever, she could hear her mother’s voice say. You made your bed. Now die in it. Or was it lie? She couldn’t quite recall. Reaching out, she tugged on her husbands ankle so he’d wake more, which only summoned a groan from him. She kept tugging, growing impatient with each yank. God, her son was easier to coax out of bed in the morning than this grown man.

As Riley tugged harder, her husband reached out and grasped onto her wrist tightly. “What the fuck is it, Riley?!” he then snapped — silenced quickly whenever she held the kitchen knife directly at him. “... Riles,”

“Don’t start, Ryker,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Tell me why I shouldn’t gut you right now for what you’re plannin’ to do.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Riles?” Ryker asked, sounding more exasperated than usual as he glanced between his wife and his reflection in the surface of the knife. “Listen, calm yourself down first, then we can talk about whatever you’re all riled up about. That sound good? I’ll even get you a cold Nuka Cola, take the edge off.”

Riley didn’t falter, only cocking her head to the side as she smiled in pure disbelief. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that, Ryker Worthington?”

“Riley,” Ryker said cautiously. She could see his hand raising slowly, presumably to steal the knife from her, which only prompted her to jut the point closer to his neck, making him flinch. Figures. Always a coward. “H-Hey now. Cool it with that, it ain’t no butter knife.”

“I fuckin’ know it’s not a butter knife, dipshit,” she spat. “That’s the whole goddamned point. Now, start talkin’ or I’m gonna gut you like a fish.”

Ryker eyed his wife with caution, slowly lowering himself back onto the cushions. “I don’t really like fish much, you know,” he said to try and ease the tension. Needless to say, it didn’t work, as Riley only snorted in return.

“I’ve been married to you for five years, trust me, I know you aren’t very familiar with any kind of fish,” she quipped.

“Oh, you’re funny,” Ryker said, chuckling slightly out of nerves. “What’s gotten into ya, huh, Riles? … Is it your daddy? Did he call you again? Offer to fly you back out to Shitstain, Missouri and live with him and your mama and sister? You know he’s full of it. He can hardly provide for her, how could he—”

“Speak another word on my daddy and I won’t hesitate.” Riley deadpanned in return. That silenced Ryker — for a time, which just kept irritating the young woman as her wide eyes tracked every twitch of his limbs. “I’m talkin’ about your work. Vault-Tec.”

Ryker’s eyes darkened and narrowed at his wife, who kept her chin held high as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Right, then,” he said. “We’re havin’ this conversation again. Tell me, Riley, do you remember the definition of insanity?”

“It’s what the fuck you’ve been up to the past three years,” she snapped.

“Not quite,” Ryker said, sounding eerily calm. “That’d be the exact opposite, really. Why don’t you stop beatin’ around the bush and give it to me straight? What do you know that’s got you like this?”

Swallowing thickly, Riley could feel her nerves clench, forcing her hand to develop a tremor. Goddammit. She squeezed the handle tighter and kept it held as straight as she could. “I know what you plan on doin’,” she said. “I heard you. In that meeting.”

“Oh, so we’re committin’ espionage now?” he snorted. She couldn’t deny how unsettled he was by his blase act, but she held a brave face as she stared him down coldly without answering. “... Alright. So, we’re doin’ this. You know the truth, now you wanna hear it from the horse’s mouth. I always did peg you as a bit of a masochist, y’know.”

“I married you, after all,” she shot back.

Ryker grinned crookedly at her. “That you did, Mrs. Worthington.”

“Say it to me,” Riley said through gritted teeth as she angled the knife closer to his neck, and she was satisfied to see him flinch for the first time since she’d met him.

“Before I do, I want you to think about Rue,” he said.

“Don’t bring him into this,” she denied. “You don’t get to even speak his name after what you’ve done. What you’re gonna do.”

Ryker scoffed at his wife, who maintained her composure in spite of his expectations. “He deserves to have his family whole when it’s all said and done,” he told her, but when she didn’t falter, he let out a tired sigh and eyed her before letting his shoulders slack. “... War never changes, Riles. You know that better than any of us. And the world we’re livin’ in now does nothing but perpetuate it. Look at the past three-hundred years of this country — has there been a century of it without war?”

“So the best solution is to, what?” Riley began, feeling her voice thin out with every word she spoke. “Burn it all to the ground?”

“This world’s corrupt and dangerous,” Ryker told her flatly. “It’s for the best that we give humanity a second chance and start over. And yes, that means most people will have to die. But not us. You, me, Rue, we live on. We get to build a better future for him, Riles. Together. Ain’t that what you always wanted? Is that not what you went to war for in the first place? In the vain hope it’d make a better life for us all?”

Riley clenched her jaw, feeling frustration course through her veins as she clutched onto the knife even tighter. “Don’t talk to me about war,” she said. “You don’t know the first goddamned thing about it.”

“Don’t pull that shit with me,” Ryker then snapped. “You know what I did every fuckin’ day when you were gone? I waited for a letter, or a phone call, anything, just to know you were still breathin’ and that you were comin’ back to us. I slept alone. I took care of Rue, I told him you were gonna come home when I didn’t have the slightest fuckin’ idea if you were even still alive out there. So don’t stand there and jab a knife at me and stand on some fuckin’ high horse like you’re the only one who knows what war is like. I know, Riley. I fuckin’ know.”

She gasped whenever he reached out, grasping onto her wrist and keeping a firm grip. Struggling at first, it wasn’t long until the knife went sliding across the vinyl floors and they were stood, face to face with one another, and neither of them quite knew what the other had in mind next. Instead of scrambling for it, he reached out to take a hold of her neck and bring her in closer.

“We’ve got a place ready for us,” Ryker said lowly, and despite knowing she was technically stronger, Riley could never find it within her to do anything except for squeeze his arm so he’d loosen his grasp. “And we’re leavin’ when it’s time. Is that understood?”

When he let her go, she gasped for breath, collapsing onto the floor and spitting where it’d just started to shine underneath the light of the sun. He stepped around her and grabbed the knife, working his way toward the kitchen.

“Your chicken’s burnin',” he called out. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. Always do.”

That night, Riley couldn’t catch a wink of sleep, meanwhile Ryker was in a peaceful slumber beside her. She kept staring out the balcony windows, at the city lights of Los Angeles ahead of her. Carefully, she peeled the sheets away from her and padded toward the door in her slip dress, eyeing her husband from over her shoulder as she stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

Reaching into a potted plant and unearthing a silver cigarette case — she promised she’d quit a year ago — she popped it open before picking out a cigarette and placing it between her teeth. After some more digging through the wet soil, she fished out the lighter and held it up to the end of the cigarette and flicked it on. She watched the flame as it danced in the wind, sucking in a long breath whenever it caught on the paper. The bud glowing, she held it delicately between her index and middle fingers as she leaned over the balcony on her elbows, observing the cityscape.

How long until it’d be reduced to ash and bone?

She closed her eyes slowly and thought back to simpler times. Her childhood, out in the suburbs of Missouri. Really, she’d always lived a cushioned life up until she was drafted, and she was considered a lucky girl that that’d been the only run of bad fortune she’d encountered in her life. But she was still young, only 23 years old as of June that year.

She could remember her father chasing her around the backyard and, from the porch, her older sister sketching them as they ran in circles and played kickball and catch. She was the closest thing to a son he’d ever get — that’s why she was named Riley, because her mother was certain she’d be a boy up until the doctor presented her with a fully female newborn, much to everyone’s surprise. And disappointment, of course, though every time her father told the story, he kept expressing to her how overjoyed he was that she was a girl.

“You were the prettiest thing in the universe, Riley,” he said, grinning cheesily at her. “Right up there next to your mama and sister.”

A fond smile laced Riley’s lips as she reminisced before it began to fade. Was there any saving him? Or her mother or sister? They were all innocent, and if Ryker and Vault-Tec were set on repopulating the world with the right kind of people, well… Her father and sister would at least make the cut.

She remained on the balcony until she could see the sun break over the horizon, having chainsmoked the last of her cigarettes throughout the night. By the time Ryker woke up for work, she was back in bed, having doused herself in perfume so that he wouldn’t smell the chemicals on her. She was awake the entire time he readied himself, listening to the rustle of his belt and his grunts and groans — he was getting old. Was he even qualified to be in the program he so eagerly pitched ideas in favor of?

Once she felt his lips press against her cheek in goodbye and heard the front door shut, Riley sat up out of bed and rubbed her face before she hurried over to the closet. She hauled a suitcase onto the mattress and flipped it open, yanking out all her dresser drawers and piling as many clothes as she could into the empty space.

Whenever the suitcase was packed nearly to the brim she fled her bedroom. Hurrying down the hall, she rounded the corner into her son’s room and crouched beside his bed, nudging him carefully so that he’d stir awake.

“Ruru,” she whispered softly, reaching out to caress his cheek. “Wake up.”

Whining, Rue rubbed his eyes and blinked at his mother, still drowsy. “School?” he assumed.

“No, cowboy,” she chuckled a little as she scooped her arms underneath him to help prop him up, hoping it’d wake him more. “We’re goin’ on a road trip, you and me. Out to grandma and grandpa’s. Don’tcha wanna see ‘em again? And Aunt Nonnie?”

“Why?” the young boy asked. Always inquisitive, that one. He certainly inherited that from his mother. “... ‘Cause of the bombs?”

Riley frowned at him, freezing where she’d gone to take some clothes out of his dresser. “How’d you know about all that?”

“Heard you and daddy talkin’,” he said honestly. “I’m sorry, mama. Is that why we gotta go?”

“... C’mere, Ruru,” Riley let out a sigh as she lowered herself onto her knees and held her arms out for Rue, who stumbled forward so that she could cradle him. For a moment, it was almost like he was an infant again with the whole world at his fingertips. Now, it was falling apart and he didn’t even have the bliss of ignorance to protect him from it. “You wanna know somethin’ I learned about those bombs in the Marines?”

Rue looked up at her with curious brown eyes, and she smiled down at him before holding her thumb up and shutting one eye. “If the cloud is smaller than your thumb, then you start runnin’,” she told him.

“What if it��s bigger?” he then asked.

Her expression softened and she lowered her hand. “Well. They said there’d be no use in runnin’ then.”

“Is it gonna happen?” he kept wondering.

Riley’s lips pressed together, then she leaned in to press a kiss against his temple. “I certainly hope not.”

Thirty minutes later, Riley had all of their necessities packed and she’d written a brief note to Ryker that she stuck on the leftovers in the fridge: GONE CAMPING. SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE. — R.

As she loaded their things in the older car of hers that’d been rotting away in their garage since she came back home, Rue was sat in the front seat, kicking his feet around and listening to the radio while he waited for his mother to finish sorting everything. While she murmured a list to herself over and over, assuring herself that she wouldn’t forget anything else they’d nee to acquire during the drive, he glanced up at the horizon and tilted his head at the mountains in the distance.

Slowly, he held his thumb up in front of his squinted gaze, and though it tremored he managed to keep it straight after a bit of practice.

“Mama?” he called out.

“One second, Ruru,” she said in return as she struggled slamming shut the trunk.

“Is it your thumb or mine?” he asked.

Looking up at him, Riley’s attention was thwarted to the horizon, where a mushroom cloud had developed and a darkness had engulfed the skyline. She could feel her heart jump into her throat and expand there, a loud beating that couldn’t be swallowed. From the car’s radio, only one thing could be picked up before the radio tower was knocked out:

“—followed by flashes, blinding flashes. Sounds of explosions. We’re trying to get confirmation … seemed to have lost contact with Anchorage stations. We do have — we do have coming in confirmed reports, that’s confirmed reports of nuclear detonations in Alaska and Washington State. Dear God—"

Riley's eyes widened in horror and she slammed the trunk shut with all her might as she went around the car to jump into the driver's seat. Buckling Rue in first, she jammed the keys into the ignition and started peeling out the driveway; driving into the darkness, or else the light.

#━━ ✦ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘 * CHARACER STUDY ‚ half a mind that keeps the other second-guessing .#━━ ✦ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 * FALLOUT ‚ what a diff'rence a day made .#self-paras.

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fireflies-grace · 20 days

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I can't even. Upcoming : rant abt oc. Genshin

So. He's divorced, right. He met his wife when he was 25, and had shaved consistently because the girl he had fallen for and adored since childhood liked him with a clean face. Even though they never got together, he yearned for her love even though she was slightly toxic in the way she treated him.

When he met his now (dead) wife, he was stuck in an inherent, unhealthy cycle of denying his feelings and wanting to chase after his childhood best friend. (The only reason they knew each other is becuz their parents were business partners.)

He eventually falls for her, slowly and falls out of love w/ childhood best friend. He's actually lowkey so terrified of being rejected due to the many years of being ignored but to him, shes so sweet and she even fell in love at first sight, (before he transitioned and after too). It took abt 6 months until he finally owned up to his feelings and admitted it.

They had spent hours on a date, picking flowers, exploring sites and absolutely falling in love with each other. She gave him a flower crown that was slightly messed up but he loved it anyway, and happily placed it up in his head.

3 years, until the wedding (he's 28 and she's 29) and they find out she contracted a disease around 5-6 months later. It's not fatal and she still has time left but she will die. They both spend hours crying into each other's arms 'nd AUGH.

Around 4 years later now, they've had a child and she dies from childbirth due to the complications of the disease and it slowly affecting her health and they weren't even sure either of them were gonna make it in the first place, with the complication in place. He's stuck raising a baby he absolutely adores. His son whom he soon names after a flower in Mondstadt he had fell in love with. Aster.

4 years later (36) 'nd he's now suffering from being touchstarved, during this period he slowly gets better, and tries to make himself stronger for the sake of his child. He's raising his child wonderfully, makin sure Aster knows crying is absolutely, 100% ok for a boy, especially a young boy such as himself because goddamn a man can be tough and cry too. He bought Aster a little cape from Chioriya's boutique he regularly visits to get it patched up for him. He's extremely respectful towards Chiori, and others too. Only stepping out of line when his son is in danger and needs him. (Also canonically killed a man for trying to kidnap his son but ahem)

He's trained himself wonderfully over the years and is extremely overprotective over his son, who he absolutely adores and has a little secret code with. Mainly in a situation where someone will approach and one little hand squish means 'comfortable', two mean 'uncomfortable'.

He makes sure Aster has protection from his nightmares, telling him tales of valiant hero's to hopefully inspire, and give him hope for the future. Especially of the blonde traveller he's been hearing so much about. The god of Geo and Fontaine's Iudex, monsieur Neuvillette.

He keeps his dead wives ring, right next to his that he keeps nearly in a box that sits patiently on the shelf. Also gave Aster her bow, that sits adorning his hair on somedays, others as an ornament on his wrist since Aster fell in love with the bow at first sight.

He also may have garnered a light crush on the water/fish Adepti that he found roaming the waters of Liyue, 3 years after Aster was born and he found himself travelling to Liyue to visit Bubu pharmacy. By gods, his tan skin, dimples and blonde hair were beautiful to him.

Info:

36'

Single dad (dilf)

Has a bit of wrinkles under his eyes, and a soft yet sparce beard to match

Light, tan skin

Pastel(?) blue hair with a bit of white hairs

He's got scars a bit over his thighs and legs from swimming and scraping himself on rocks (He is NOT careful smtimes)

He overworks himself sometimes when at work (still figuring out his job but might make him an assistant for smone or a traveller maybe. Maybe.

6'0

His pronouns are he/him 'nd he's trans with top scars shaped a but like a heart. Slightly sharp but round eyes with light blue eyeliner

Yes. Man tits. And muscles from learning sword techniques and training) fighting. He's a sword/electro user

He has got soft skin, and absolutely uses lotion 100%, and uses some lotion on Aster too because no son of his is going to have dry ass skin

He's got a bit of a slim but muscle-y figure with some hip dips

Has a slight thing for canines

Absolutely HATES fatui members but may have fell for ones charm

Hair is 100% soft and braidable but also super easy to tangle, with a bun at the top, soon transitioning into a bit of a braid that shifts off into a loose pony tail (idk if I'm describing it right)

Will probably add more later

#oc mention𖤐unnamed #genshin impact #genshin impact oc #genshin impact oc mention #𖤐a fireflies insatiable ramblings

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icannotgetoverbirds · 4 months

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some of my favorite out of context quotes, mostly from conversations with friends

"HOLY SHIT HONEY THAT'S A FUCKED UP PIG I LOVE IT"

"This poor man is so fucked up - they all are! the whole polycule is in shambles!"

"thin boy like a thin mint?"

"This fever is turning me into a literary whore"

"Never know when a [fomite*] could get your ass"

"You have the right and obligation to shut the fuck up"

"You have to idiot proof your poison"

"Now go and commit arson with your deep fryer"

"I am gonna survive this if it kills me"

"The onceler taught us more than yoda ever did yoda wishes he could"

"i guess a trash can is a kind of ecosystem, huh?"

"help me plate tectonics"

"I'm too tired to die properly"

"If we're killing a child we're doing this right"

"If you're going to doll me up it has to at least look good"

"it just has an undescribable energy to it in part thanks to the whole tucker carlson sexy mnm thing"

"i was 8 years old! I didn't know what glass does!"

"I may not have a dick but at least I have PNES [starts convulsing]"

"slimes are stupid idiots that don't abide by the laws of the light" in response: "napalm will fix that"

"Cause I'm a nosy little cunt... and also I was bored"

"The hubris of thick boots comes for us all in the desert"

"eh I'm not really craving sweets rn" in response:"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BOYFRIEND"

"you literary whore"

"HOW DO THEY COVER THEIR FISH CLOACAS LET THEM WEAR CLOTHES"

"i already had the cute part down pat, I just needed the violence"

"This bitch got smited by a gnome"

"Ohhh I am... I am overcome with a sudden lust for chicken nuggets"

"AND EVEN IF IT IS NOT CANON, IT IS CANON IN MY HEART." followed shortly after by "...I can feel myself becoming more autistic by the moment." (positive)

"christianity is OUT, fish semantics is IN and BOY IS IT HOT!"

"I NEED TO UNDERSTAND FISH RESPIRATION FOR MY FANFIC"

"I can't believe I just invented merfolk racism"

"Not only will you be my poor little meow meow, you will be the world's poor little meow meow"

"btw i think i might work in some magnolia symbolism for your character because old"

"anyways this manwhore is done working it yelling about pvc pipes and other disregards for fire safety"

"I want to get she/her'd as if it's an inside joke. I want to get he/him'd as if I'm on thin fucking ice."

"every day is a nintendo day for your ass"

"do you ever get the urge to just... paint your ceiling?"

"Gender does not matter when it comes to ass-whooping"

"you only live once... and if you do it right once is enough"

Me: "There is no 9/11 in Stardew Valley!" my bestie: "...there could be."[Screaming ensues]

"I am already in so much pain and I am all out of bubble wrap"

"We're not moving the entire timeline so we can have Stardew Valley 9/11"

"I'm supposed to be the whore here, you whore"

"I wasn't trying to cause constant pain. it just... happened."

"VEHICULAR MANSLAUGHTER HELL YEAH"

"'more professionally' he says while being a dumbass"

"My gender is, 'Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?'"

"i got picked on but it just made me stronger and more evil"

"there's no dodging an earthquake"

"Elliott. My darling dearest love. Shut the fuck up."

"🎵~Fuck you, you're getting shit done~🎵"

"it's my ass i have every right to slap it"

"Yeehonk"

"No nips tiny tits and no belly button"

"save my wife from the nefarious fish"

"meatspace friends"

*can be replaced with a noun or maybe another kind of word if you're willing to make grammar your jungle gym

#byrd chirps #stt #stt spoilers #(potentially???)

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the-supernatural-rewatch-project · 1 year

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s1ep1 "Pilot"

welp here we go again! the first episode of my two year long supernatural rewatch project! im pressing play, let to fuckery begin.

bullet points are thoughts as i watch, paragraphs are my closing comments!

Why do I pay money for amazon prime if they are gonna show me ads before what im trying to watch???

happy John Winchester feels incorrect, like where’s the assholery.

And poor Mary, dying for no good reason except to forward the plot.

AND FUCK AZELZEL or however you spell his name. They were so happy, they were a family!!! And yeah so what Mary was from a line of hunters or whatever BUT THATS RETCON!!!

god its been six?? years since I first saw supernatural but still the image of Mary of the dealing face screaming out in pain as the flames engulf the room is so chilling.

DAMN??? Sam got a 174 on the LSAT??? Good for him, i assume all I know about the lsat is from legally blonde.

justice for Jessica honestly, such a great girlfriend and Sam was a little shit.

Okay sam being all home defence over dean creeping around in the dark is kinda cute.

Sam and Jess were just a happy couple, Jess didn’t deserve all that.

“Dad hasn’t been home in a few days” “dads on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days” two sentences that make me regret starting this rewatch project.

“not normal, Safe” YEAH YOU TELL HIM SAM!!

I try and deny it but i am a sam girl.

DEAN TWENTY SIX??? oh my god, and still that attached to daddy.

Sam and Deans upbringing was basically a cult.

“you know there’s evp on that” yeah sam, its called static.

Sam should have become a lawyer. He wouldn’t be good, but it wouldn’t be hunting.

I LOVE YOU JESS, DATE ME NOT SAM!!! I would NEVER get you killed.

Oh yeah, this episode is a woman in white.

tits out, dead a fuck, “take me home” yeah I would 100% let her kill me.

Now that I remember this is a woman in white episode, i remember the plot of it. I actually really liked this episode’s monster of the week aspect. the woman in white was a compelling victim and perpetrator, and i really felt for her.

“it’s the greatest hits of mullet rock”

“driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole”

god I hate hate HATE the fbi badges, you two are babys, infants, CHILDREN!! Yall are NOT FBI agents!!!

“Why do you have to talk to police like that??” Damon Sammy? What kinda lawyer were you tryna become??

Oh yeah they are talking about dad again, this episode feels like it rapidly swings from feeling like any monster of the week episode of supernatural OR any plot driven episode.

um holy shit…. Dean shoving Sam against the pilled. Perhaps i know why wincest was the big ship until cas was introduced. (I mean like i dont ship it, but i can see why)

Okay the car driving itself was fun.

lmao dean at the edge of the river looking like a drowned fish is hilarious.

“you smell like a toilet” I’ve been reminded that supernatural wasn’t written for teen/young adult queer women and was actually written for white dudes.

“No chick flick moments” see my previous point.

“Jerk” “bitch” I hate this.

women in white are just so good, i love them.

ahhh the introduction of dads journal. The biggest problem solver in the entire fucking series.

this poor husband, kids gone, wife gone.

Jesus fucking christ, that jump scare jumped me scarred.

this poor girl, she just wants to go home.

kill him!!! I don’t want to watch another fifteen seasons of this horseshit

“Im taking you home” cringe alert 🚨

awww he’s not dead :(

Awww the kid ghosts :,(

wow that 2005 cgi does not hold up.

“If you screwed up my car, I’ll kill you” okay isnt the car the car that John brought Sam and Dean up in? How did the car become deans? John doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy to buy himself a new car when the old one will do, and he certainly isn’t the kind to give his kid his car.

JESS MY BELOVED DONT DIE

How did Sam and Jess afford this huge fucking apartment?

NOOOO SHES DEAD!!!

Well first episode done, i am not 0.00305810397% of the way done supernatural! Why have I cursed myself with this burden.

Overall I did really like this episode! I think that it does create intrigue into the storyline, while also introducing the monster of the week format. However I wish they did a better job a meshing the two together, it did feel like I was watching two separated shows that happens to smashed together. One monster of the week and one plot driven.

As for the monster of the week, I like women in white, i think they are a cool narrative function and aren’t region specific, they also aren’t indigenous folklore or spirituality significant / revered figures something that supernatural has a tendency to uh…. Lets say butcher, something that i can’t wait to deal with next episode.

For the arc’s plot I do think it does what it set out to do… introduce the plot of the show. Two brothers trying to find their father, who has gone missing. That’s really all I can say because honestly this arc was my least favorite the first time I watched supernatural I cant see that changing this time.

#the supernatural rewatch project #tsrp #s1ep1 #pilot #season 1 #supernatural analysis

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iv0-ryyy · 1 year

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chidoroki · 1 year

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Hell’s Paradise EP4

aka: pretty people playing tricks on my heart..and winning.

Wasn’t expecting to get some Tamiya backstory, but he’s certainly got a temper of he was sent here all because he destroyed the gate of some powerful clan’s home and was then sentenced him to death.

Ohh we get to learn asaemon’s ranks now and Fuchi is number 9. I remember what’s his face said last time Sagiri was the lowest as well.

Fuchi made Tamiya feel fear for just a split second. His blade also has a little curve to the end of it? Hilarious how Tamiya just casually uses it to cut the rope binding his hands.

Oh, weird, this creepy fish has long, stretchy arms and freaky tentacle things on its back.

Ah, that’s right. We’ve seen so much blood already but never from Gabimaru yet. Thanks to Sagiri for pointing out that he can indeed get hurt since he’s been tanking hits this whole time so far.

All these huge monsters surrounding them and Gabimaru still cuts them down with no issue.

Aw, look at him saving Sagiri.

Ah ha! I knew Yuzuriha couldn’t have been dead! But I don’t recognize that other asaemon with her. Senta yes but I guess the other guy was the monitor of the fool Yuzuriha killed? Maybe?

Pfftt Gabimaru looked so bothered to say thank you.

“You can’t seduce me.” Good effort Yuzuriha, but this man is so loyal to his wife.

Genji, yeah, he was watching over that Makiya guy til he got killed. But now he’s gonna watch over Yuzuriha too because of her tricks? Dude you can easily go home ya know?

“Women have always been Genji-dono’s weakness.” Oh so that’s why he’s staying. Totally fair. She’s impressive.

Senta is ranked 5 and Genji is 8th, but we still dunno Sagiri’s. I dunno which way this ranking is going either.. like is high better or lower in this case?

Oh damn! That’s a hella of a swift move to get our man on top of you like that!

All the information she got from betraying Makiya is impressive. And in such a short amount of time too.

OH! Senta has the same va as Midoriya! That fits, they both got books of helpful hints.

“Do I need a reason to want to survive? Some deep personal motivation? I’ve got nothing like that. Do I need a reason to make it back home alive? I don’t want to die while I’m still so young. That’s all.” And that’s all I need to hear to make me attached to you.

Ya gotta give up on trying to hug Gabimaru sweetie, he’s only gonna twist your arm each time.

Uh Sagiri? You feeling alright hun? What happen to have you collapse so suddenly? Was it this weird fog that’s rolling in?

TOMA! Finally! Only reason I’m excited is because he and Alain share a va. But he is also real pretty!

Hold up! I didn’t know him and Chobei were brothers?? Oh my god.. and he became an asaemon (in one damn month might I add!) to help him? Precious! What a good boy!

“I endured a month of torture at their hands.” “And now you’re more handsome than ever.” God I’m really falling in love with everyone this episode huh?

Oh wow, to get kidnapped by bandits then befriend and control them all? Chobei is a little mastermind.

Oi! Chobei! I swear you better go back and rescue your brother!

Or Toma can save himself. That works just as well. But Chobei did come back for him still! All he needed was a better weapon.

“I’m my own god.” Bro I knew Chobei was gonna be a beast and I love him dearly.

I know we caught glimpses of what other teams are doing but I’m too speechless by these two beautiful men to care right now..?

#hell's paradise #episode reaction

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