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ashisgreedy · 8 months

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Imelda Reyes x F!MC

“In Her Embrace”

WC: 2,500+

AN: Guess who I have a crush on 🥴

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry I haven't written in you for a while. In the past few weeks, something wonderful happened… and I have been otherwise occupied with this new, incredible thing. I can't stop smiling as I begin to write this. I would like to start from the beginning so I may paint the full picture for myself to recall as I grow older.

My best friend Imelda and I have been growing close lately. After my last break-up, she encouraged me to stay single for a while. I had been dating back to back as you can see in my previous diary entries. But, something about the way she was almost begging me to turn down Andrew Larson’s invitation for dinner made me seriously consider it. I took her advice and decided I would stay single for a bit longer to really help remind myself of who I am.

She was happy when I told her this, telling me she always hated all my boyfriends, that they didn’t deserve me. I smiled at that, remembering a time when she wouldn’t have spoken so freely to me. It used to be low blows and curt comments from her, but now, since we’ve grown as friends and I earned her respect on a broom, I’ve been privy to how she truly feels.

Two weeks ago, it was girls night. We planned a sleepover in my dorm room over the holiday. All my other roommates were gone for the extended weekend back home and Imelda and I took full advantage of the privacy, making a pillow fort by my bed and reading to one another out of the fantasy book floating around the Slytherin girl’s dorms. The book was something someone brought from back home, a muggle story where the main character was female and went on all these badass adventures. It's now Imelda's favorite.

She braided my hair, a bit too tight I might add, I had to loosen it to stop the headache from forming, and I manicured her nails. She keeps them short for her quidditch matches and I made sure to add a tiny heart to both her thumbnails in black paint.

When it came time for sleeping, we both changed into our pajamas and tucked into my bed for the night. We could hardly stop chatting even long after the lights were out. Imelda was so giggly this night, in a better mood than I had seen her in a while. Her laugh was contagious and I couldn’t help but share it.

We found ourselves tangled up, giggling about nothing and everything late into the night. There was a moment, just one, where I felt a shift in our dynamic. She looked at me, her legs twisted with mine, her hand sliding through my hair, and she just stared into my eyes. I didn’t know what to do. The laughing had died down and I supposed she was growing tired as the hours went on.

“Good night, then…” I finally said, breaking whatever tension had begun to build around us. I pulled up the blanket and snuggled my head into the pillow.

I saw her face go from bright and cheery to dark and stormy in a nanosecond. She huffed a ‘night’ to me and turned away. My forehead creased at the sudden change in her demeanor. Had I done something wrong? I scoured my mind thinking of the entire evening all the way up until this moment.

“Imelda… Is everything alright? We were just laughing moments ago.” I tried, my heart swirling with fear that I had somehow caused a rift to develop between us. I reached out to touch her arm, the one my hands had already been all over this evening to provide her comfort.

"You didn't do anything wrong..." She mumbles. Her voice was wavering and a piece of my heart broke.

I rubbed her arm with more confidence. “You know you can always talk to me about anything. We’re best friends.” I used my most reassuring voice. “I’m here for you.” There was a distinct sniff that came from Imelda so I immediately wrapped her in my arms and held her to my chest. “You can talk to me about anything, Mel. I mean it.”

She didn’t cry as I held her, she fought off the tears as best as she could. I could feel the war inside her body as she held back, trembling and squeezing her eyes shut. She was always so strong and I wanted to allow her the space to feel whatever emotion she was feeling if she was in the mood to express it.

After some time, she calmed and her breath became even. Imelda finally rolled over, looking at me. The light from the window spilled over her features and I gave her a small smile. “What has got you so worked up?” I asked. I was waiting for a spitfire answer but she just stared at me again with those big brown eyes.

She wrapped her arms around me and I did the same to her. We shared her pillow while I rubbed her back. She adjusted herself and my hand went a bit too far, grazing her backside.

“Sorry,” I said, pulling my hand back. The blanket’s slid down cooling off the body heat between us.

She smirked and grabbed my hand, placing it on her thigh. “It’s fine. You can touch me anywhere.”

My fingers rested on her exposed skin, a bit higher than proper since her sleep shorts were riding up. I froze, unsure of what kind of joke this was. She teased me constantly, but never like this. Her toes grazed my foot as she brought her leg closer to me.

“What… do you mean by that?” I asked, hand still stiff on her exposed skin.

She took in a deep breath. “I mean what I said.”

She didn’t elaborate and I found my thumb sliding in small circles on her thigh. Chilled bumps rose and I gently squeezed her thigh where it transitioned into the swell of her ass. My mind felt blank as I did this, driven by a tiny voice inside my head for more. Her skin was soft and warm and she smelled of the same floral soap I used.

“Hey,” Imelda said, cupping my face and taking me out of the trance I was in. “If I am wrong, please tell me...”

I watched as she slowly inched forward. I looked down at her dark rosy lips, slightly parting as they neared mine. I leaned forward and our noses brushed, her breath fanned over my cheeks, then our lips met. I didn’t feel confused like I thought I should, kissing another woman. Instead, I felt free, like I was soaring. As Imelda tilted her head to deepen the kiss, I found my hand traveling up and down her form.

I’ve never felt the spark most people describe when kissing a lover. It's always been just that, two lips touching. But this… it felt right in every way possible. The way her lips quivered pressing into mine sent a bolt straight through me. What was once a cup of the face to pull one close was now a caress of affection and devotion, and what used to be groping and foreplay was a gentle escapade to explore one another for the sake of admiration and longing.

The entire world could be burning just outside but it wouldn’t even compare to the sudden passion that was set ablaze in my heart for her, for my best friend. Imelda lay back on the bed and pulled me with her. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I couldn't suppress the noise that escaped me. Now this, this was the feeling I'd been seeking all my life in the arms of another. I smiled into her kiss realizing it had been within my reach this whole time.

I touched her soft hair and slid my fingers down to her waist. I felt her curves and the strong muscles underneath from her many sporting practices. I then dared to move my hand up her stomach, splaying my fingers out to feel all of her. She had given me permission to touch her, but I wanted to give her a chance to change her mind. The closer I got to her chest the more her breathing picked up.

I cupped her breast in my hand and felt jubilant when she moaned for me. I was falling apart, breaking and shattering, and being rebuilt by her touches and sounds. I squeezed her breast again, the thin layer of her sleep shirt leaving nothing to the imagination, and rubbed my thumb over the soft peak. Her body came alive for me, her nipple hardening under my touch. I groaned into the kiss, a new feeling sweeping over me knowing I had this effect on her.

She was my best friend, my closest ally, and here she was, moaning and rubbing her body against mine as we tangled together, pining for more of my touch. I wondered if she was just as turned on as I was. I felt the heat between my legs and couldn't get over the idea that maybe she was just as turned on too.

"Imelda" I breathed "May I… uh" I tugged at her sleep shorts, the thin fabric stretching as I did.

She started kicking them off in a flurry. "Gods, yes."

I helped her out of her shorts and panties. On a roll, I pulled off her top and she tugged mine off too. Her hands cupped my newly exposed breast and her lips moved to kiss my nipple. A jolt of pleasure shot through me at the soft yet pleasurable sensation.

I moved my hand to her thighs and pushed until she parted for me. I had been trembling but nothing like this as my hand made its way up her leg. I felt embarrassed by the shaking but adrenaline was making its way through my veins in a frenzy. Imelda whimpered when my fingers grazed her center. My breath caught when my digit ran down her slit and found her so wet.

"I want to taste you." I gently pushed her to lay flat on her back again. "Please, please Imelda. Say yes," I begged, the warmth of her slick on my fingers causing me to lose my mind.

"Yes!" She pushed on my head until I was between her thighs. A smirk grew on my lips seeing her beautiful personality come out, the one I'd grown to love.

I pushed her legs apart, looking at the sight before me. Fuck, she was perfect. Every ounce of her body was beautifully and wonderfully made just for me, it felt. I used my thumb to reveal her clit and sighed when the nub was just as pink and swollen as I'd hoped.

Imelda groaned and rocked her hips, bucking against nothing. I ran my finger down the seam and met her entrance. Effortlessly, my finger slid inside. Her walls were silky smooth as they flexed around my intruding digit.

"That's enough teasing." Imelda decided.

I nodded. "I'm sorry, I will take time to explore you more later" I apologized, giving her clit a soft kiss.

Imelda groaned and tangled her hand in my hair again, pushing until my mouth was fully on her pussy. I licked and pressed my tongue down, feeling the bud roll over my tongue and give way to pressure. Imelda was practically panting the more I lapped at her clit

I circled my lips over the swelled clit and sucked lightly until her breath hitched. I used my tongue to swirl in circles until her legs were trembling around me. Her moans and reactions were all I could have ever wanted from her. I let up, giving her clit a momentary break while I moved down her cunt to taste the wetness unfolding. The taste was like no other. I groaned as I ventured more into the source.

I pressed my tongue flat and ran it all along the seam of her pussy. I gripped her rocking hips, keeping her at the perfect angle for my mouth. Imelda yelled my name with a string of curses and began to arch off the bed.

She didn't have to tell me, I knew, I could tell how close she was in the way her body amped up. I focused on her clit again, slipping my finger back inside her and rubbing circles over her g-spot. She was pulling at my hair, anchoring my face to rub her clit all over my tongue in a desperate manner.

I had never been so turned on in my life than when her moans became lewd and her cunt throbbed around my finger. I had known her for so long, I thought I’d known everything about her. But, this was very new. The way she whimpered my name, her lewd low moans, how she arched forward, keeping eye contact with me as pleasure pulsed through her. I reached up, cupping her breast in my hand and rubbing to add just a hint more pleasure to her euphoric moment.

When she came down, I kissed all over her thighs. I moved up her stomach and kissed her breasts again. I moved to her neck and tasted her skin and a hint of sweat.

She gasped and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight to her warm body. We lay like that for a long moment before I was pushed down, looking up at her.

It was my turn, then it was her turn again… then my turn again, over and over until the sun filled the bedroom.

We got about 45 minutes of sleep before we decided it was fruitless and got up for the day.

We took a shower together, and I got to wash her beautiful hair for her. She helped clean me off with the wash rag getting every inch of me clean. We made-out in the shower under the warm running water. I told her how beautiful she was and got to watch her cheeks blush in the light for the first time. She rolled her eyes playfully and pulled me in for an even hotter kiss.

We floated through breakfast and held hands under the table. We didn't leave each other's company until days later for her first mandatory quidditch practice began. The holiday break was over and classes would be starting up again soon.

I sat outside the quidditch pitch studying to get a head start on various classes until she was done. The next time I saw her, she had her hair back in a low ponytail and wore her green quidditch uniform.

She had a single yellow flower in her hand as she joined me on the lawn. She offered it to me, twirling it in her fingers, with one question "Will you be my girlfriend?"

The hug I gave her had me tackling her to the ground. We both giggled and I said yes, a thousand times yes, as I kissed her neck and cheek. We finally looked at one another, her smile more wide than I'd ever seen it, and shared our first kiss as a couple.

So, Diary, that is why I haven't been around the last few weeks to update you. I will try to keep up with my entries in the future, but I can't promise I won't be swept away by my girlfriend yet again.

M.C.

#imelda reyes #imelda reyes x mc #imelda reyes x reader

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hardpacker · 2 years

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if you're seeing the same thumbnail i am for this video... well, i can't imagine not being thrilled by whatever it promises.

AVATARA (2003)

a documentary about Digitalspace Onlive! Traveler by Donato Mancini, Jeremy Turner and Flick Harrison of 536 Studio, this documentary is a machinima-style "docudrama" made entirely inside the virtual voice-chat world of Onlive! Traveler.

i've wanted to share this somewhere for a while, and... what i already knew was that this documentary was made by some Canadian libertarians, but what i only just found out is that this independent 2003 documentary was shown at many events and galleries, including the "summit of micronations" in Helsinki. it's exactly that-- a convention for representatives of self-supposed micronations such as Sealand and other sovereign weirdos. so now i have a whole other thing to research, because that isn't the point of this post.

let me quote an interviewee from the documentary.

"If we were actually in here, and all the criteria we have here, there's no death, there's no injury, there's no physical pain, there's no hunger, my avatar never gets hungry, he never needs to breathe air. If all of these things were the reality, and the physical world that we live in was the so-called "Fantasy" part, we would have to completely abandon all of our ideas and come up with a whole new set of coping mechanisms. This right here to me feels like the conceptualization of what Heaven would be like. It causes you to exist in two worlds at the same time."

this post is about Onlive!

but it'll have to serve as an introduction only. part of the reason i revived this blog was to have a place where i could store scraps related to Onlive! for my own easy retrieval, so i'm sure there will be more.

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Origins: VRML

Onlive! is a precursor to more expansive virtual realities like Second Life.

rather than being rendered in Blender or Maya, or Second Life's built-in OpenGL 3D modelling tool or with its Linden Scripting Language (which tells objects and avatars how to behave,) the Onlive! Traveler 3D chat program was crafted using the early "Virtual Reality Modeling Language" or VRML (pronounced vermal) to create 3D vector graphics.

this was intended to create 3D spaces explicitly for the burgeoning concept of virtual reality; browsing the internet as a virtual "space" as an alternative HTML. therefor, in VRML you were primarily responsible not just for describing attributes like colour or light, but for designating where objects are in this space, their distance from each other, as though physical. adopters could create rooms/spaces that were representative of links otherwise accessed in "2D" on the world wide web.

Software engineers Mark Pesce and Anthony Parisi created the first VRML-based browser in 1994, Labyrinth, written for Windows 3.1

if you'd like to know more, here's a 1995 interview with Parisi.

a short description better than my own, quoted from the Laura Lemay's Web Workshop,

VRML's designers wanted to create a platform-independent way to send 3D worlds across the Internet. For this to work, the file format had to describe where objects were placed in 3D space and what their attributes were, such as color. VRML browsers would be running on everything from powerful UNIX workstations to humble desktop pcs. Silicon Graphics offered the Open Inventor file format for use, which was greatly accepted. A number of changes were made to make it compatible with the Internet and World Wide Web. This was released in May 1995. Following a number of different interpretations, a clarified version called 1.0c was then issued in January 1996.

- justin couch, as copied down on this italian programmer's website

Web Workshop was written by Laura Lemay, Kelly Murdock, and Justin Couch, published 1996

Another program that used VRML2.0 was Sony's SAPARi さぱり, or "Community Places," which after its 1997 public launch, came pre-installed on Sony VAIO laptops until its closure in 2003.

virtual chatroom system that consisted of a client (known as the Community Place Browser), server software (the Community Place Bureau), and an authoring tool (the Community Place Conductor).

quoted from a fan website about SAPARi. the software still works from win95 to win11 and there are fan discord servers to help get you going!

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Starting up

Traveler began development in 1993, by the long lost Onlive! Technologies Inc. in Cupertino, CA. The company was formerly known as EnterTV and focused on interactive television games before switching to develop and market virtual reality software.

Their investors included SOFTBANK Holdings with $23 million dollars, Intel Corporation, Creative Labs, MCA, AT&T, Kleiner Perkins Caufield & Byers, Merrill Pickard Anderson & Eyre, Mohr Davidow and New Enterprise Associates. Bill Gates also featured Onlive! during his keynote speech at the Microsoft Professional Developers Conference.

Onlive!'s product was exceptional for its use of voice chat right out of the gate. at the start, it had no text-based messaging system. it went on to market itself not solely as an exclusive virtual reality, but essentially new conference call technology for businesses. they developed an audio conferencing server that relied on standard protocals and acted only as a messenger system, rather than a signal processor, able to send 2 audio channels to each listener, thereby allowing natural interruptions.

■ July 10, 1996: MTV AND ONLIVE! TECHNOLOGIES TAKE THE INTERNET TO EXOTIC NEW DESTINATIONS

MTV To Host the First TV Launch of an Internet Technology

MTV: Music Television, a unit of Viacom Inc., and OnLive! Technologies announced today that MTV fans now have access to online technology that, for the first time, enables groups of people to talk in 3D virtual environments over the Internet. MTV is unveiling this technology both on-air and online July 11. OnLive! has developed the breakthrough technology that turns MTV Online or any World Wide Web site into a community by enabling groups of people to use their voices, not text, to talk online. MTV TikkiLand is the OnLive! enabled 3D site accessed via MTV's web site at www.mtv.com. Modeled after the Tikki God theme featured on the MTV Beach House, a variety of MTV TikkiLand 3D settings let users bask in the warm glow of a virtual sunset by the beach and explore an exotic Tikki God cyber temple.

via bloomberg ... jesus christ with the tikki stuff!

■ 08.02.96: MTV's Tikkiland is ready for online chatting

New Internet application allows you to talk instead of type

[...] The software, OnLive! Traveler, is available free at [mtv dot com] but you’ll need a souped-up Pentium PC running Windows 95. Still in a test version, it has a few glitches, including the occasional sound dropout, which turns this killer app into a mere screensaver. But when it works, it’s a blast, and you don’t even need sunscreen.

via EW

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Here's an MTV special featuring Onlive!, hosted by Bill Bellamy.

■ 11.26.96: Short Take: Onlive ships voice server

OnLive Technologies began shipping its multiuser voice server, OnLive Community server 1.0.

The software comes in two packages: Talker and Traveler. Talker enables users to converse on a web site. Traveler lets users talk in a 3D world as avatars. A free trial of a five-voice version is available for download before January 31. A 15-voice, 60-day trial version is also available. Prices range from $2,295 for a 15-voice server to $8,995 for 75-voice capacity. OnLive is available for Windows 95, with a Macintosh version expected in late 1997.

via cnet

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Reflections

From Onlive!'s former artistic developer Steve di Paola's old portfolio site,

The Design Approach For OnLive! Traveler, Avatars and Worlds

(Excerpted from my SIGGRAPH talks on Designing Virtual Worlds)

OnLive’s Internet-based Virtual World software and communities allow groups of people to socialize with each other by navigating through 3D spaces, meeting others and talking with their own voices through emotive, lip-syncing 3D head avatars. Currently, there are over 30,000 worldwide users on several sites including commercial sites for ABC Sports, MTV, MCA/Universal and community sites for Univ. of Texas at Austin and a user created site called OLGate. Considered one of the leading 3D virtual software environments and general internet software innovations for the PC, OnLive Traveler has been written up in or broadcast on:

Wired Magazine USA Today Discovery Channel MSNBC’s The Site The New York Times Wall Street Journal ABC and MTV c|net Central (TV)

Steve di Paola hasn't only been in the role of artist when it comes to Onlive!, he's also one of its primary scholars, doing talks at various conferences, presenting lectures, teaching courses on digital arts and 3D animation, and researching

Artificial intelligence, computer graphics and interaction

Computational systems for expression, movement, gesture and creativity

Gaming, narrative and interaction systems

Avatar, character and computer facial animation and AI

Cognitive science approaches to computer modeling

and helping preserve it as part of Preserving Virtual Worlds project. He explains the thinking behind Onlive!'s development and audio,

We examine OnLive Traveler as a case study. Traveler is a client-server application allowing real-time synchronous communication between individuals over the Internet. The Traveler client interface presents the user with a shared virtual 3D world, in which participants are represented by avatars. The primary mode of communication is through multi-point, full duplex voice, managed by the server.

Our design goal was to develop a virtual community system that emulates natural social paradigms, allowing the participants to sense a tele-presence, the subjective sensation that remote users are actually co-located within a virtual space. Once this level of immersive "sense of presence" and engagement is achieved, we believe an enhanced level of socialization, learning, and communication are achievable. We examine a number of very specific design and implementation decisions that were made to achieve this goal within platform constraints. We also will detail some observed results gleaned from the virtual community user-base, which has been online for several years

- Steve diPaola and David Collins, A 3D Virtual Environment for Social Telepresence

Figure 3. With Spacialized (3D) multi-point audio, avatar C

hears others with distance attenuation, and stereo positioning,

hearing avatar A louder and more to the right than avatar B

In Being There Together: Social Interaction in Shared Virtual Environments, author Ralph Schroeder observes,

MUVE - multi- user virtual environments

To highlight how communication in MUVEs or VWs can differ, we can briefly consider two other examples, OnLive Traveler (OT) and Second Life (SL). OT is unusual in having been a VW with voice from the start. 01 X an environment that uses "talking heads" or avatars without bodies, even though they have some of the capabilities of avatars as in other worlds, such as navigation—and, in OT, unlike in most online worlds, their lips move when they speak. The first point to notice that unlike in other online worlds where people have avatar bodies (and where there are usually more avatars in the space), in OT, where they do not have bodies, people tend to do hole else except stay in one place and talk, except to move to face each other.

In other words, they don't move around much, explore the environment, or interact with or move around to position themselves in relation to others (although of course they also need to use the keyboard to "push-to-talk" and navigate, and so may be too preoccupied to move around very much). This makes OT close to videoconferencing (although in OT, the faces are very cartoon-like). OT thus highlights, in a backhanded way, that different kinds of virtual worlds (VWs) produce different kinds of activities.

In an excerpt from an article in the Philadelphia Inquirer, 2007:

Millet, who works for an Internet marketing firm, is a sign technician for Ocean County, New Jersey, and runs a nonprofit called New Jersey Alliance for Informed Choice in Vaccination, cannot choose an avatar that literally looks like her.The world she visits - Traveler - is visually old-school, said computer and avatar historian Bruce Damer, chief executive officer of DigitalSpace Commons and author of the book Avatars! Exploring and Building Virtual Worlds on the Internet. Traveler, created in 1996, was made popular after MTV did a feature on it. These days, it is maintained only by its users - including Millet - who do so just for love.

oh i love that they went and printed this in the newspaper. our Millet must be a member of NJAICV, an extant group that focuses on pressuring NJ state government to relax vaccination mandates and uphold religious exemption. they do their damnedest to provide up to date resources on how to ensure NJ children become dangerously ill. their Twitter account was dormant from 2015 to 2021, right in time to start making claims about the covid vaccines.

■ 06.12.97: OnLive trims a third of workforce

The network software maker will lay off 23 of 70 employees as part of a corporate restructuring.

via cnet

From Brand Avatar: Translating Virtual World Branding into Real World Success By Alycia de Mesa,

Originally called "Onlive! Traveler," the Traveler technology has been adopted for the greater good by The Digital Space Commons and carefully maintained by a network of Traveler devotees. The ideal world for those who would rather speak than type, Traveler offers a virtual world with built-in real-time voice chat. Not only does this reduce strain on arms and hands, for some it also provides a more emotionally con-nected experience to the virtual world. Much like The Palace, there is no central Traveler world but rather a network of user-generated Traveler rooms and worlds with a wide variety of themes. A visitor's avatar in Traveler is a large, expressive head whose mouth moves to mimic the voices of its host. Unfortunately there is no text balloon or chat window alternative for those who prefer not to use the voice feature but communication can take place with other visitors through individual text messaging.

■ 12.29.97: The Power of Money

KPCB's star is John Doerr, who joined the firm in 1980 after a short career at Intel Corp. But Buchsbaum says KPCB's strength goes beyond its most visible partner. "KPCB's got a whole slew of brilliant general partners," he says. "It's in a category all by itself." Brilliant, but not perfect. One of KPCB's recent Internet investments, OnLive Technologies, Inc., reportedly faces serious financial and management problems.

via Network World

For all the excitement about its own promise, Onlive! asked a lot from the people. the audio conferencing software alone cost $3-9k 1996 US dollars.

From what i understand, this is what transpired: Onlive!, like many other VR projects, had seemingly "failed" to create or satisfy demand for an immersive VR experience and new method of web browsing. it required money for, access to, and time for understanding the hardware and programming language. it asked that companies work in concert with them to provide a VR-friendly web presence. it asked that they enjoy the peculiar design direction, or to consider it of less import. it required a user base that was knowledgeable about and comfortable with the technology and most especially with voice chat, and moreover, who were comfortable divulging their personal lives and opinions in an intimate setting, among strangers (refer back to the ominous "free speech wars" discussed in the documentary.) and this was all while graphics capabilities quickly advanced.

the patents are abandoned, some of which can't be reclaimed, and the company no longer exists. Electric Communities acquired The Palace (another visual chat program) and OnLive! Technologies, and changed its name to Communities.com. This group consisted of multiple properties, each under the Mozilla Open Source license, with Digitalspace Commons heading all modern development. Digitalspace is a project of "tech guru," motivational business speaker, and damn freak, Bruce Damer. This is a guy who references his own work, whose websites substantiate one another with few external links, claims to be the origin of various concepts and words in computers and gaming, and will innovate great change for your workforce.

whatever the demographics of their userbase might be now, whether or not those people from the 2003 documentary are still around and online, i can only imagine that becoming an open source software would've had the ability to diversify the space and drum up new interest. there's spooky videos on youtube to attest to that, i think-- it's all the strangeness of games like OFF or Yume Nikki or creepypasta like Ben Drowned built right into it. whoever they are, Onlive! does have, or had, enduring fans, creating worlds and striking up seemingly very intimate friendships through what became a very lonely chat client.

From a fan page ranking their favourite VRML clients,

in a 2008 interview with The Scope, musician and Second Life user/crafter Liz Solo opined on Onlive!'s unique functionality,

But what was so novel about Traveller was it had a real-time voice interface, and so it became very community-focused because people would go in and talk in real-time. Face to face. And that changed the whole thing. There was more intimacy. There was less opportunity for deception, and things seemed even more human.

This appeared when the dot-com boom was happening, and when the bubble burst, the company died, but the community of users that populated that world gathered their money together and bought the software so they could continue having that community. What was neat about it was they resisted any commodification… a telephone company wanted to come in and set up phone booths so people could call. Others wanted to set up stores and sell stuff. But they resisted that, because they were focused on the community. But these days, it’s empty. You’re a lonely head wandering around on this plane…

one of the things i found immediately when i went looking is this surviving fansite by the user Smiling Cat, part of an Onlive! webring. I forget if she's featured in the documentary, but she learned and creates VRML art spaces because of Onlive!

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FURTHER BROWSING

■ June 1997 Talking the Talk across the Net - WIRED

■ The Virtual Reality Medical Centre in San Diego, CA

■ Steve di Paola shares the OnLive! 3D Authoring Kit, 2.0 on his website.

■ SIGGRAPH 1987 Art show, July 27th - 31st, 1987 ft. Steve di Paola

What’s the point? What is the art in a computer art exhibit? Why have this exhibit at SIGGRAPH at all? Why is it that computer art is still being “discovered”? It seems to go without saying that all these and other questions are asked each year.

■ Avatars98, a virtual conference/convention built in Active Worlds by Bruce Damer's team:

■ June 1997 Talking the Talk across the Net - WIRED

■ Using 3D Virtual Environments to Treat Social Phobia: Presented at the Banff Centre for New Media, September 9th, 2001 by Stasia McGehee, 3D artist at OnLive! Technologies (1994-1997) Authoring Engineer at Communities.com, (2000)

■ The Virtual Reality Medical Centre in San Diego, CA

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earlgreytea68 · 3 years

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Heyyyyyy, I bet you were DYING to know stuff about that Google v. Oracle decision, huh?

You may have heard recently about a big deal Supreme Court decision called Google v. Oracle, a litigation that has dragged on for many, many, many years and focuses on Google having copied some pieces of computer programming owned by Oracle and known as APIs. Most of the write-ups I’ve seen about it have focused on its enormous repercussions for the technology sector, which makes sense since it’s a case about computer programming and APIs and other tech-y things.

But the thing about the decision is that it’s a fair use decision. The Supreme Court could have found that the APIs weren’t even protected by copyright. But instead, the Supreme Court used the doctrine of fair use, and this means that the case potentially has ramifications for all fair use situations, including fanfiction!

So, if you don’t know, fair use is a main defense to copyright infringement. Basically, you can use somebody else’s copyrighted work without their permission as long as what you’re doing with it is considered a “fair use.” E.g., you can write a story in somebody else’s fictional universe or draw art of somebody else’s fictional copyrighted characters without their permission as long as your use is a “fair use.”

“What’s a fair use?” is an incredibly complicated question. The long and tortured history of Google v. Oracle illustrates this: a jury found Google’s use was a fair use; an appellate court found that it wasn’t and basically said the jury was wrong; and now the Supreme Court says no, no, the jury was right and the appellate court was wrong. Like, this is not unusual, fair case rulings are historically full of disagreements over the same set of facts. All of the cases reiterate over and over that it’s a question that can’t really be simplified: every fair use depends on the particular circumstances of that use. So, in a way, Google v. Oracle, like every fair use case, is a very specific story about a very specific situation where Google used very specific APIs in a very specific way.

However, while every fair use case is always its own special thing, they all always debate the same four fair use factors (these are written into the law itself as being the bare minimum of what should be considered), and especially what’s known as the first and fourth factors. The first factor is formally “the purpose and character of the alleged fair use,” although over the decades of fair use jurisprudence this has come to be shorthanded as “transformativeness,” and the fourth factor is “effect on the market.”

Most of the energy and verve of a fair use case is usually in the transformativeness analysis; the more transformative your use is, the more likely it is to be fair (this is why AO3’s parent organization is called the Organization for *Transformative* Works – “transformative” is a term of art in copyright law). To “transform” a work, btw, for purposes of copyright fair use doesn’t necessarily mean that you have edited the work somehow; you can copy a work verbatim and still be found transformative if you have added some new commentary to it by placing it in a new context (Google Image Search thumbnails, while being exact reproductions of the image in question, have been found to be fair use because they’re recontextualizing the images for the different purpose of search results). The point is, transformativeness is, like fair use itself, built to be flexible.

Why? Because the purpose of copyright is to promote creativity, and sometimes we promote creativity by giving people a copyright, but sometimes giving someone a copyright that would block someone else’s use is the opposite of promoting creativity; that’s why we need fair use, for THAT, for when letting the copyright holder block the use would cause more harm to the general creative progress than good. Google v. Oracle recommits U.S. copyright to the idea that all this is not about protecting the profits of the copyright monopolist; we need to make sure that copyright functions to keep our society full of as much creativity as possible. Google copied Oracle’s APIs to make new things: create new products, better smartphones, a platform for other programmers to jump in and give us even more new functionality. The APIs themselves were created used preexisting stuff in the first place, so it’s not like anyone was working in a vacuum with a wholly original work. And, in fact, executives had thought that, the more people they could get using the programming, the better off they would be.

Which brings us to the fourth fair use factor, effect on the market (meaning the copyright holder’s market and ability to reap profits from the original work). There’s a lot of tech stuff going on in this part of the opinion but one of the points I find interesting from that discussion is that the court thought that Google’s use of the APIs was not a market substitute for the original programming, meaning that Google used the APIs “on very different devices,” an entirely new mobile platform that was “a very different type of product.”

But also. What I find most interesting in this part is the court’s explicit acknowledgment that sometimes things are good because they are superior, and sometimes things are good because people “are just used to it. They have already learned how to work with it.” Now, this obviously has special resonance in the tech industry (is your smartphone good because it’s the best it could be, or because you’re just really used to the way it’s set up?), but there’s also something interesting being said here about how not all of the value of a copyrighted work belongs *to the copyright holder* but comes *from consumers.* Forgive the long quote but I think the Court’s words are important here:

“This source of Android’s profitability has much to do with third parties’ (say, programmers’) investment in Sun Java programs. It has correspondingly less to do with Sun’s investment in creating the Sun Java API. . . . [G]iven programmers’ investment in learning the Sun Java API, to allow enforcement of Oracle’s copyright here would risk harm to the public. . . . [A]llowing enforcement here would make of the Sun Java API’s declaring code a lock limiting the future creativity of new programs. Oracle alone would hold the key. The result could well prove highly profitable to Oracle . . . . But those profits could well flow from creative improvements, new applications, and new uses developed by users who have learned to work with that interface. To that extent, the lock would interfere with, not further, copyright’s basic creativity objectives.”

This is picking up on reasoning in some older computer cases (like Lotus v. Borland, a First Circuit case from decades ago), but I think it’s so important we got this in a Supreme Court case: if WE bring some value to the copyrighted work through our investment in it, why should the copyright holder get to collect ALL the rewards by locking up further creativity involving that work? Which, incidentally, the Court explicitly notes is to the public detriment because more creativity is good for the public? This is such an important idea to the Supreme Court’s reasoning here that it’s the first part of the fair use test that it decides: that the value of the work at issue here “in significant part derives from the value that those who do not hold copyrights . . . invest of their own time and effort . . . .”

This case is, as we say in the law, distinguishable from fanfiction and fanart. APIs are different from television shows, and this case is very much a decision about technology and computer programming and smartphones and how old law gets applied to new things. Like, fair use is an old doctrine dating from the early nineteenth-century, and here we are figuring out how to apply it to the Android mobile phone platform. That, in and of itself, is pretty cool, and it’s rightly what most of the articles you’ll see out there about this case are focusing on.

But this case isn’t just a technology case; it’s also a fair use case that places itself in the lineage of all the fair use cases we look at when we think about what makes a use fair. And, to that end, this has some interesting things to say, about how much value consumers bring to copyrighted works and where a copyright holder’s rights might have to acknowledge that; about the fact that there are in fact limits to how much a copyright holder can control when it comes to holding the “lock” to future creativity building on what came before; about what part of the market a copyright holder is entitled to and what it isn’t. Think about the analogy you could make here: Given the investment of fans in learning canon, which is what makes the creative work valuable in the first place, allowing enforcement against fanfic or fanart would allow the canon creators to have a lock limiting future creativity, which would be highly profitable to the original creator (or, let’s be real, to Disney lol), but wouldn’t further copyright’s goals of promoting creativity because it would stifle all of that creativity instead. And just like Google with the APIs, what fandom is doing is not a market substitute for the original work: they’re “very different products.”

This is not to say, like, ANYTHING GOES NOW. Like I said, fanfic and fanart are very different from APIs. Fictional works get more protection than a functional work like the APIs at issue in this case. And there’s still a whole thing about commercial vs. non-commercial in fair use analysis which I didn’t really touch here (but which obviously has limits, since it’s not like Google isn’t making tons of money, and their use was a fair use). But this decision could kind of remind a big media world that maybe had forgotten that the copyright monopoly they enjoy is supposed to have the point of encouraging creativity; we grant a copyright because we think people won’t create without a financial incentive. (Tbh, there’s a lot of doubt that that is actually a true thing to believe, given all the free fic and art that gets produced daily, but anyway, it’s what the law decided several centuries ago before the internet was a thing.) Copyright is a balance, between those who hold the copyright and the rest of us, and the rest of us aren’t just passive consumers, we have creative powers of our own, and we might also want to do some cool things. And this case sees that. None of us are starting in a creative vacuum, after all; we’re all in this playground together.

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The Volturi Princess - A Felix Volturi x fem!Reader Story (part 1)

A/N: This is the first Volturi- and Twilight-related story I ever started writing and it is quite long and elaborated/complex, as I tend to overanalyze in many parts. I have wrote a few parts until now and I'll be uploading them in the future. I have been quite emotional throughout writing it, trying to understand the reader's point of view.

A/N 2: I'm sorry if something doesn't make sense. English is not my first language. I also include Italian through the story, with translation, but I'm not a native or a speaker, so I'd like to apologize in advance to those who speak Italian. Enjoy :)

A/N 3: According to "The Amagi" on Youtube, Felix was born in 250 BC (their thumbnail), so I used that in my story.

No of Words: about 5347

Mentions of: Abandonment, Abortion, Anxiety, Blood, Bruises, Coma/Comatosed State, Death Emotional Abuse, Emotional and Physical Pain, Gaslighting, Greece/Greek Language - with translation, Heartbreak, Italian Language - with translation, Manipulation, Murder, Pain, Panic Attacks, Pregnancy, Suffering, Suicide/Suicidal Thoughts, Swear Language, Throwing Up/Puking, Witches/Wizards/Witchcraft

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My heart felt heavy. I may have just escaped the cruelest vampire of all, but I also ran away from the love of my life, my mate, the only person who could fully understand me in this world. I asked him to run away with me, but, although our bond was strong, he felt obliged to stay loyal to his master, his creator. I drove as fast as I could, away from the sunny Volterra, and away from him.

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(Y/N) grew up quite privileged, in Vampire terms. Being born into the Volturi coven was something many vampires could only dream about. (Y/N) was abandoned by her parents when she was a baby, but Aro, one of the three Volturi leaders, took her under his protection, and offered her more things than she could ever have imagined. After all, she was his only biological granddaughter, the “Volturi princess”, an heiress to the throne; her mother lost that “privilege” when she met and fell in love with a wizard.

(Y/N)’s mother soon got pregnant with her, and then later turned her husband into a vampire to help her with her pregnancy, and stay together forever. However, (Y/N)’s parents couldn’t raise her because they wanted to run free and careless, not commit to anything permanent, so Aro took over and raised his granddaughter with the highest honors and privileges, “as a princess should be raised”.

(Y/N) was a mix of Vampire, Witch and Human, due to the grandmother, Sulpicia, being human when Aro found her; Sulpicia later fell pregnant with (Y/N)’s mother, and Aro transformed her to vampire, as he had planned all along. Aro raised (Y/N) according to his own rules and morals, teaching her how to kill humans to feed from, how to attack and slip away from her opponents, how to lead other vampires, and most importantly, how to keep her identity and existence a secret, not only to humans, but other non-Volturi vampires as well. No one could know that there was a possibility of a vampire having a child with a human, and that the child could be effectively controlled and raised as a regular vampire.

As (Y/N) grew older and older, reaching the human age of 25 within 7 years of her birth, Aro would spend more and more time with her, examining and studying her possibilities and her potential powers’ development. (Y/N) grew up to be extremely strong and fast, an excellent tracker with great intelligence and understanding of the world around her. However, Aro could not risk sending her to “Volturi duties”. She was his hope for a stronger coven; with (Y/N) in the throne, Aro felt like he could conquer the vampire world with ease.

That’s why he was always searching for the best guards he could find, to protect the coven and do his work instead of himself, Caius, or (Y/N). He couldn’t rely on Marcus, as he proved to be too emotional since Didyme died, but was still valuable for his plan. Caius, on the other hand, although powerless, was far more sadistic and “diligent” in following vampire rules, and (Y/N)... (Y/N) was just too obedient, following every order Aro gave her - a strong asset for the Volturi.

Aro was changing guards and trackers quite easily, disposing them when they were no longer needed or when he found better ones. He needed talented and strong vampires to serve the coven and do their work.

Chelsea was the very first vampire Aro created solely to serve the Volturi, after recognizing her potential when she was human. Chelsea’s gift of relationship manipulation was truly useful in bringing new vampires into the coven and was used thousands of times during Volturi's reign. It could also easily dispose of them, making their bonds with other vampires break at will; those vampires were isolated by the other vampires and then killed - Aro couldn’t risk letting them get away knowing the Volturi’s secrets and life.

About 100 years later, Corin joined the Volturi, just a couple decades after (Y/N)’s birth. Corin’s gift of addictive contentment was the one which kept Marcus in the Volturi after Didyme’s death - along with Chelsea’s to make him committed to Aro’s greater plans, and was also used on Sulpicia, Athenadora and any other vampire in the Volturi guard to keep them satisfied being in the Volturi. Under Aro’s instructions, Corin was keeping Chelsea content with being in the Volturi, and Chelsea was keeping Corin loyal to them, each of them using their gifts against each other, without their knowledge.

Sometime between 230 and 220 BC, while travelling in Rome, searching for additional vampires to add to the coven, Aro supposedly met a young, strong and ambitious fighter, who wished to become a gladiator one day, named Felix. Felix did not only look, but also was physically capable of fighting even with beasts, during his short time as a fighter, way before the Colosseum was built. Born into a poor family, his strength was his only way of making money, and becoming a gladiator was his only way out of poverty, a way to provide for both his family and himself.

When his family was almost imprisoned by Roman army officers for outstanding debts, Felix was forced to make a deal with them to fight, in whatever they ordered him to. Fighting turned out to be the only way for Felix to deal with his emotions and rage towards people in power. When Aro approached Felix, he was promised a good life, where he wouldn’t have to worry about surviving another day. Felix did not seem willing enough, not being fond of the idea of serving people in power, who he so despised.

Luckily for Aro, Chelsea was the one who “convinced” Felix to join the Volturi guard, with Aro changing him afterwards. Unlike previous guards, Felix showed impeccable strength, speed and talent towards both dodging and initiating attacks, eventually making him a permanent member in the Volturi Guard, along with Chelsea and Corin.

Felix was assigned as the leading guard for the three kings’ protection, this role extending to the protection of their two wives and (Y/N); though Aro knew that, if it came to anyone attacking his granddaughter, she would be able to handle it by herself. However, he still wanted to make sure that she was safe and that Aro would do anything to protect her.

For about a couple millennias, (Y/N) was content with her situation, being the “Volturi princess” and all that. Besides, having Felix in the Volturi was another reason to stay in the coven, apart from staying loyal and true to Aro for taking her in, when she was abandoned.

Every time Felix looked into her eyes, she felt her whole body burn - though, it wasn’t a feeling of suffering, rather a feeling of longing, waiting for something to happen so badly that her body couldn’t control itself. Although she was partially a vampire, (Y/N) would feel like she couldn’t breathe, like her legs were ready to give up on her, like she wanted to grab Felix and never let go.

Felix, although not admitting it even to himself, would feel the same way, but he knew that his position would not allow him to approach (Y/N) in such a way. He was just a guard - although he was the strongest of them all, and she was the Volturi princess, one of his masters, whom he was only allowed to approach in order to protect. He didn’t want Aro to know he saw his granddaughter like that; it could cost him his position in the guard, or even his life. So, he kept these feelings deep within him, not allowing them to resurface, or act upon them.

However, every time these two existed at the same place, the invisible sparks between them would fly left and right. And only one vampire was able to see them. One who hadn’t felt these sparks in centuries.

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(Y/N)’s POV:

I yawned loudly as I woke from a long, much needed sleep. I was the only vampire around who was able to sleep, mostly due to my non-vampire natures. I didn't really need to sleep on a regular basis, but when I did, I could literally sleep 3 days straight and nobody would be able to wake me up. “For my own protection”, as Aro said, I would always have at least two guards outside of my room’s door, in case anything happened while I was sleeping. Like what could even happen? My room was at the furthest side of this huge castle. I’m pretty sure that if there ever was an attack against the Volturi, it would most probably have been dealt with immediately, and the attacker wouldn’t make it anywhere near my room.

I felt the warm sun on my skin, slightly glowing and sparkling beautifully. My eyes, mostly (Y/E/C) with a golden ring around the pupil, could easily adjust to the light. Unlike the other vampires, I could easily live among humans; I could sleep, eat human food, my skin not being as sparkly as others, and I could control my thirst far better than others.

Since Jane and Alec joined the coven, Aro would show an immense interest in them and their skills, helping them train daily and develop their powers further, eventually forgetting about me. I would spend more and more days away from the castle, “protected” by my anonymity, getting to know humans more and more. The longer I was observing them, the more they would trigger my interest in them. They could feel true emotions, real pain, real hurt, real love. They had their families, they received an unconditional love that I could never have.

Unbeknownst to Aro or anyone else for that matter, I have started developing new powers, similar to the other vampires in the Volturi coven or anyone else outside of it. I have also started noticing that I may have an immunity towards others’ talents, feeling that neither Corin’s addictive contentment made me satisfied with being in the Volturi, nor Chelsea’s relationship manipulation could keep me loyal to Aro anymore. If it weren’t for Felix, or Demetri and the Twins, who have all become my best friends by now, I would have probably left.

A vampire named Carlisle Cullen had visited the Volturi and stayed with us for a while, about 100 years ago. He saw the way the Volturi treated humans like they were nothing, and how they were as cruel as to kill other vampires, with the excuse that they were exposing our kind with the way they lived. Entire covens had been wiped out due to such excuses, a way to eliminate potential enemies from becoming too powerful and find as many talented vampires as possible and force them to join the Volturi.

Carlisle was talking about a new way of life, where vampires wouldn’t have to kill humans to survive, a life where vampires and humans could live in peace, without harming each other. He was insisting that vampires could survive on animal blood just as efficiently as with human blood; that animal blood would not make them weaker, and that it would be a much more ethical and sustainable way to feed.

Of course, Aro and Caius were the first ones to mock his proposition, clearly not caring about humans’ feelings and pain. Marcus did not budge at all, his heartache making him indifferent to anything around him. But I was growing more and more interested in this alternative way of life; I was, after all, feeding on human food already, so that I was feeding on human blood as little as I could.

It was a few years after Carlisle left Volterra that Eleazar joined the Volturi. Aro forced him to join after finding out he could detect if someone had any special ability. Aro considered his gift useful in identifying if any of his enemies had any special power when in battles, or when he sent Eleazar around the world to recruit talented vampires.

Eleazar was clearly not liking the way the Volturi forced their ways and wants on others, and how they could take advantage of others for their own benefit. I could just sense that he was displeased and was forcing himself to stay in the coven, one, due to Corin’s and Chelsea’s gifts, and two, out of fear of what could happen to him and his mate, Carmen.

Carmen, a vampire from Spain, like Eleazar, met with Eleazar while he was a guard here, they fell in love, and eventually, Eleazar decided to leave the Volturi and run away with Carmen. Aro decided that he did not care about him and his gift as much as others’, so he let him go unharmed, “blessing” them for safe travels.

Just a few days before he left, I consulted him on my own powers. Though a lower member of the guard, Eleazar had his own room, a decent place to stay, and spend his endless hours in. I knocked slightly on the door.

“Come in”, a calm voice was heard. I opened the door and came into his room. Carmen was sitting on the edge of their bed and Eleazar was reading a book on his desk. They both smiled sweetly. I just felt and knew they were too nice to fit anywhere in here, among the cruel and strict Volturi.

“(Y/N)! So nice to see you!”Carmen exclaimed and stood to hug me. The second we hugged I started seeing parts of her life in Spain, the calm waters of Catalunya, the vast vineyards where she would spend the early years of her life… I quickly detached myself from her embrace. I just couldn’t invade her privacy like that. She and Eleazar both looked at me worried, as if I had offended them.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t let you “show” me your whole life like that!” I looked at Carmen apologetically.

“(Y/N), you saw Carmen’s life?” Eleazar continued, intrigued by my words.

“That’s why I came to talk to you. I..I feel like I’ve been developing a gift, or a few gifts, to be completely honest. And I feel like.. like I have a specific power one day, and another power the next!” I stated frantically.

It was the first time I have openly talked about my powers to anyone, and I was shaking just by the words that came out of my mouth. Eleazar did not say anything, he just stood there for a few minutes, I supposed “examining” me, as if a doctor checking on a patient.

“Remarkable.” He said calmly. He looked at his mate with excitement, as if he just discovered a lost treasure. “(Y/N) has one of the most remarkable gifts I have ever seen.” He then turned to me. “You, (Y/N), are able to copy anyone else’s gifts and keep them as your own. You don’t even have to be in contact with them. Just by meeting someone, you can obtain their powers. I have never met anyone like that. You also seem to have obtained immunity to others’ powers, kind of like a shield. I have met such vampires before. From the stories Aro has been telling, your mother was like that. It is likely that you copied that gift for her. Such vampires are extremely useful to themselves or even others, in battles. Like themselves, you can use your gift to protect others from others’ powers, beside yourself.”

That came too sudden to my ears. I have assumed that I may have at least one power, but I didn’t realise I could copy others’ powers. That is why I was showing signs of Aro’s power!

“How can I train my powers? Eleazar! Carmen! You have to help me!”

“As you know, we will be leaving soon. I don’t know if there will be enough time to train you.”

“It’s okay. We will train as much as you want. Please, Eleazar! Please, Carmen!” I started begging them. As if they were hypnotized, they quickly looked at each other and agreed to help me.

The next few days, before Eleazar and Carmen’s departure, included intense training, far away from Volterra, deep in the woods, where no human could interrupt us. I couldn’t say the same for vampires, but I hoped nobody would cross paths with us. Eleazar and Carmen helped me develop my self-control and self-awareness, concentrating through the deepest parts of my mind, resurfacing my shield and expanding it beyond my existence. I started to have control over it, as if it was an actual solid substance, a veil floating around me towards any direction I ordered it to go.

After Eleazar and Carmen left, I started travelling the world more, trying to copy as many powers as I could come across with, while also training my shield. My excitement for the endless possibilities was what kept me going - kind of when Aro would add another talented vampire to his Guard. His Guard. Felix. I wonder how he was. I hadn’t seen him in a while. I wondered if he thought of me like I thought of him.

After travelling pretty much anywhere I could reach, I eventually went back to where it all started: I went to Greece. Aro met Sulpicia here, apparently my mom met my dad here. Maybe I could find out, understand why they left me. I have never met them, but I felt as if my tracking skills could detect them through my own existence.

I started travelling through the country, hoping that they stayed here or, at least, that they’re alive. I spent about 2 or 3 years in Greece, trying to take in every different place, while also avoiding the battles that seemed to take place in every other corner. I was feeding off animals mainly, mostly when I couldn’t find any other human food. I was washing myself in rivers, streams, whatever I could find.

I was stopping by any village that seemed to be still standing, asking about the current situation. The Greek Revolution, which started a few years ago, seemed to still be going on. The Ottomans, who had been occupying Greece for almost 400 years, could not allow Greeks to turn against them and start claiming their rights within the Ottoman Empire.

Many Greeks I met and talked to, admitted that some of the Ottomans were actually being nice to them; it was only the Ottoman government ordering their armies to execute massive massacres against Greeks, and after all this time, a few Greeks started gathering up and planning a revolution, away from Greece, in fear of being caught. They started getting organized and finding possible allies to help them with the Revolution; they just couldn’t risk getting caught within the country that they were hoping the independent Greece could become. The battles were becoming more and more intense, both on the mainland, as well as on the islands.

I started looking for answers, anything that could suggest that my parents were still alive and somewhere in Greece. To my surprise, I crossed paths with many Greek nomad vampires all over the country. They were also fighting against either Ottoman vampires or each other for territorial claims; however, they all talked me out of travelling north, towards Macedonia. The region had started being reclaimed back by Greek humans, but vampires were also seeing the potential for the area and they fought against each other for the land.

All of the nomads I encountered were talking about some of the most vicious vampires claiming the land, their enemies being literally slaughtered and burned to set an example for other vampires to back off their territory. I was intrigued, and I knew that, most probably, I would be able to deal with them or flee before they got to me.

So, I started travelling north, through the woods and mountains, in order to avoid any possible battle between humans, though many of them seemed to hide in the mountains, preparing for their battles. Macedonia was a quite big and vast region, so I had to travel quite a few days and search every possible corner.

I know I shouldn’t have done this, but I was feeling exhausted from all the searching. I haven’t fed in quite some time, and my throat was burning by the familiar need for blood. I haven’t seen any animals all these days, and I was wondering if they were gone or hiding.

Sadly, I came across a human. He seemed to be wounded, probably during a battle, his blood gushing out of his body. I couldn’t help myself, when I breathed in the smell, the burning sensation becoming unbearable. I thought of approaching him slowly, so as not to scare him, offering to help him, but deep down I just wanted to feed off of him.

“Γειά! Συγνώμη αν σε τρόμαξα. Σε είδα από μακριά. Μπορώ να σε βοηθήσω με κάποιο τρόπο; (Hey! Sorry if I scared you. I saw you from afar. Can I help you in any way?)” I offered calmly.

The man was trying to suppress his growls. I could sense his pain. I tried to help him stand on his feet, and then I saw all of his memories. He was in the army, fighting alongside Greeks against the Ottomans, in Macedonia, just outside of Thessaloniki. I didn’t even know I was so close to a city, let alone Thessaloniki.

He was trying to pass through the woods, when he came across what seemed to be two red-eyed vampires, one male and one female. They tried to attack him, but someone else managed to shoot him first, forcing the two vampires to run away. I don’t know how or why, these two felt familiar to me, I could feel that through his memories.

“Γειά! Μπορείς.. Μπορείς να πας στο κοντινότερο χωριό; Νομίζω.. Νομίζω ότι είδα κάτι στο δάσος, δε νομίζω ότι ήταν κάτι φυσιολογικό! Πρέπει.. Πρέπει να προειδοποιήσω τους άλλους! (Hey! Can.. Can you get me to the nearest village? I think.. I think I saw something in the woods, I don’t think it was something normal! I have.. I have to warn the others!)” He mumbled in between sharp shoots of pain.

“Με συγχωρείς πολύ! (I’m really sorry!)” I plead with guilty eyes. I put my hand in his wound, searching for the bullet, while he was consumed by pain. I took the bullet out of the wound, and quickly attached my lips on his skin, sucking the blood as fast as I could, biting deeply unintentionally. His screams were becoming louder and louder, so I covered his mouth with my hand, while trying to shut him up or break his jaw. A few seconds later, he stopped screaming, and I let his lifeless body fall, completely numb and drained out of blood.

I felt renewed, his blood travelling to every part of my body and giving me a new kind of strength that I haven’t felt in a while. I still felt guilty for killing him, but he was already wounded and I couldn’t risk him exposing our kind to others. I assumed that whoever found him - if anyone found him - would also assume that he died of blood loss, so I tried to position him in a realistic pose for that purpose, as best as I could. I left him there, and continued the search for my parents.

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I was running through the woods, trying to locate the two vampires from the guy’s memories. My mind was chaotic, I wasn’t thinking about something specific. I stopped in my tracks. What Aro taught me, and what I understood from Demetri’s tracking skills, is that you have to stop, take a breath and realize your position in the world. Then, you would be able to realize everything around you and find your targets. I have successfully found other vampires like that before, vampires who I have either met in person or smelled their scent, but I didn’t know if I could find someone through someone else’s memories of them.

I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate as best as I could, focusing on the smaller details of the guy’s memories of these vampires. I felt two vampires running on my west, about 10 kilometers away, and I ran after them. They were running fast, but I was way faster. Within a minute or two, I was running right behind their tracks. They must have realized that a stranger was following them, but, instead of running, they suddenly stopped. I stopped as well, and we were now facing each other.

The female had long, brunette, curly hair, and the male short, dark brown, straight hair; both of their hair looked shiny, healthy, and rich. They were of average height and their eyes were piercing red, as if they also fed quite recently. The female was exceptionally beautiful and enchanting; I could only compare her to Heidi’s exceptional beauty. The male looked quite stoic and austere, though still beautiful.

Both of them on defensive positions, waiting for me to attack. I wasn’t planning to move any further from my position; I was only waiting for their own reactions. I felt that kind of a burning sensation within me again, like a feeling buried deep inside me, trying to find an escape.

Suddenly, the male growled at me, flames springing out of his hands, and being thrown at me. I felt my heart fall out of my chest, fearing that this would be my end. As if my body reacted on its own, I felt my own shield extending out of my body, building a wall around me and protecting me from the male’s attack. My hands started burning and flames came out, ready to counterattack the male. The male looked at the female, dumbfounded by what he witnessed, still in a defensive position, but ready to attack again.

“I’M NOT HERE TO FIGHT YOU!” I shouted at both of them. “I’M JUST SEARCHING FOR SOMEONE!”

The male shrinked back, the female following close by. “Who are you looking for? We haven’t seen you around. Who are you? Why are you here?” The male requested. His voice serious, but smooth at the same time; a voice I could only describe as the warm earth below their bare feet.

“No, I’m not. I come from Italy, though I think I was born around here. My name is (Y/N), I’m looking for my parents. I don’t quite remember what they look like, but I’m pretty sure that they lived around here. They abandoned me when I was a baby.”

“This has been our territory for almost 3 millennials! We would have known if any humans abandoned their offspring around here!” The female exclaimed, as if she didn’t believe a word I said. I didn’t want to tell them the whole story, but I had to show them that I didn’t mean to fight in any way.

“I never said they were humans. My mother was actually sort of a vampire, like you.”

The female started letting her guards down. “What do you mean sort of? I’ve never heard of a “sort of vampire” before!” She continued doubtfully.

“Believe me or don’t, my mother was born half vampire, half human. My dad wasn’t even a vampire before she met him. He wasn’t even human to be honest.” My eyes started stinging slightly. I could have had a good, happy life if they didn’t abandon me. I wouldn’t have to grow up with Aro.

“You said you were from Italy.” I nodded at the male, as he continued. “You never said where exactly.”

I wasn’t sure if I should tell them my real origin; I wouldn’t like them to know I was a Volturi, but I knew I needed help to find my parents. If they were actually here as long as they say, they might have known or met my parents at some point.

“Volterra. I was born here, in Greece, like my mother, but grew up in Volterra with my grandparents.” I looked down, kind of scared, kind of anxious, waiting for their next move.

The female gasped. “Are you a Volturi?!” I looked at her, straight in the eyes, swallowed, and nodded. “I know the Volturi. Who are your grandparents?”

“Aro and Sulpicia.” I answered so quietly that, if they weren’t vampires, they wouldn’t have heard me, my voice trembling slightly.

The female suddenly fell on her knees, the male wrapping his arms around her, comforting her. I didn’t know what was going on. Did I say something wrong? Were they scared? The sheer mention of the Volturi would scare a lot of vampires, but I thought that maybe these two seemed strong enough to deal with them.

The female started sobbing, no tears coming out of her red eyes, her body shaking. I felt something within me break. I felt that I didn’t want to upset them, that’s why I was hesitant in telling them who I really was. The male looked at me, pain in his eyes. I saw a familiar look. I saw me in his eyes, what I looked at in my mirror anytime I was thinking about my parents, or, sometimes, when I thought of Felix.

“Are you a half witch?” The male asked quietly. Something snapped in me. How would he know that?

“I swear, I didn’t do anything to your mate! I DIDN’T!” I shouted at the male. I didn’t want him to think that I would hurt his mate, or himself.

“I know you wouldn’t. It’s just..” He looked at his mate who had stopped sobbing, but was still down on her knees, unable to stand up. “..my mate is Aro and Sulpicia Volturi’s only daughter.”

My body tensed and shivered. If that woman is the only daughter Aro and Sulpicia ever had...could that mean..?

I took a few steps back. “AM I YOUR DAUGHTER? ARE YOU MY PARENTS?” I looked at them in disbelief.

Those were the people who abandoned me! That let me grow parentless, under Aro’s rules and directions! I was breathing heavily, in between sobs. I didn’t even realize that I set my whole body ablaze, until both vampires looked at me shocked. I didn’t feel any pain, but I couldn’t stop the flames licking my body, and in my frantic state, I started panicking even more.

The male started approaching me slowly, trying to not scare me away. “Shush, shush. You’re okay. You’re doing okay. I know how it feels at first. You’re experiencing some aspects of the life as a witch. It’s okay. Close your eyes and picture the flames in your head.” I closed my eyes and tried concentrating on the flames. “Now, imagine them burning out, becoming smaller and weaker.” I focused on the flames, imagining them weakening. After a few minutes, I felt them getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappearing. I opened my eyes slowly.

The female was standing next to the male, watching me carefully. In a quick motion, she pulled me and embraced me, stroking my hair lightly. I breathed in her scent, a mix of mountain flowers and the saltiness of the sea. Her touch was soft, and filled me up with what felt like a thousand different emotions.

But, I mostly felt safe. It was the first time in my life that I actually felt this safe. And whole. I felt like I actually belonged somewhere. I hugged her back. Tears started spilling from my eyes. That was my mom! That was actually my mom! After all this time, we were finally together. I felt the male, my dad, hugging both of us, and in that moment, I felt my legs giving up on me, and I finally fell into a long sleep.

#felix volturi #felix volturi imagine #felix volturi x reader #volturi #twilight #twilight renessaince #twilight post #demetri volturi #alec volturi #jane volturi #the cullens #the denali coven

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annab-nana · 3 years

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My Dork - Colby Brock

Sam and Colby invite you and Jake to explore a recently abandoned hospital with them and things don’t go according to plan.

@traphousedaily’s favorite xplr video project with: @lonely-xplr, @sarcasmhadachild, @gothtara, @reddesertcolbs, @reinad-snc, @cartiercolby, @colbylover99, @xplrtrash, @goddess-of-time-and-magic, @xolbyz, @myguiltypleasures21

A/N: I didn’t have a lot of time to edit this one, so sorry for any errors there might be :)

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 1.8k+

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“This is the Saint Luke’s Medical Hospital,” Sam announced as he zoomed in on the large building ahead of you four. You were slightly freaked out by the number of signs telling you that there was a guard dog around that you should beware of, but the boys did not seem to care that much.

“Look, there’s a big fat boob on the top,” Jake whispered to the camera as he pointed to the brown dome shape that sat at the top of the building that also had a small cone on top of that, resulting in a breast shape.

“There’s a big fat boob right here,” Colby giggled as he pointed to your chest. Your eyes widened and you stifled a laugh. You two made those kinds of jokes all the time, but he has never done it on camera.

“Colby!” you shouted before chuckling at the joke. The other two boys laughed as well before continuing to walk forward.

“You’re supposed to honk ‘em, right?” Jake asked as he made grabby hands, still going along with the boob joke. He then made a car honking noise with his mouth, causing you three to burst out in laughter.

“Yes, Jake. Go do that. Your goal today is to get to the top and honk that boobie,” Sam influence his friend before Jake ran ahead and he made grabby hands towards the building.

“How do we explain that to security if we get caught? Like what were you doing in here? We’re trying to honk boobies,” Colby joked as you rolled your eyes, realizing you were stuck to explore this hospital with three immature idiots. A noise caught you all off guard and you looked to Colby as he looked off at the building.

“That’s the dog,” Sam mumbled, looking in the same direction as Colby. You walked forward with the group to see the dog that sat behind the glass-paneled door. The dog barked with each step you guys got closer. You, Jake, and Sam backed away, but Colby’s dog-loving heart got closer to talk to it.

“We’re gonna come explore this hospital, okay? And we’re just going to look around for a second, alright? And then, we’re gonna leave, okay?” he told the pup in his talking to animals voice.

“Wait, dude, if there’s a dog right there, that means there’s a person right next to it,” Sam warned.

“There’s just a guy just listening to me say ‘We’re just going to explore this hospital’,” Colby laughed at the thought as he walked away from the dog. You all went around the building to find the door that y’all saw earlier when checking the perimeter of the place. There was a door that was wide open, so you all figured that would be the best way to enter. Once you guys arrived at the door, Colby peeked his head in and began making kissy noises.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked his best friend.

“I’m just making sure the dog knows that we’re coming in,” he spoke with a giggle. “Dude, wait. This is the part where we decide right now, do we wanna get bit by a dog or do we wanna be safe?”

“Did you bring the meat?” Sam asked Jake and Colby before the two pointed at each other.

“Colby’s got a fat ass. Bro, that dog has food for days. Ain’t that right, y/n?” Jake asked you as you nodded your head confidently.

“Why do I always have to go first?” Colby whined before grabbing the camera from Sam and walking forward. When he walked in the door, you all heard a click. You all walked away from the door to discuss the noise before deciding to go back.

“Dude, the click was because this door is automatic,” you told them when Sam went in and waved his hand near the door.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Sam said as he popped back out. “But it smells really bad. We should put on our masks in here.”

Colby handed you and Jake each a mask from Sam’s backpack before you put on the infamous black mask. Now, it was finally time to go in. Sam led the pack as he filmed, you and Colby followed with joined hands, and Jake was the caboose as he looked around at everything.

“You look adorable in your mask,” Colby bent down to whisper.

“You can only see my eyes, you asshole,” you giggled.

“Yeah, but I love your eyes.” You batted your eyelashes at the compliment before maintaining your focus ahead of you once more. Y’all made it to some stairs and made sure to take light and slow steps to lessen the risk of noise so the dog won’t find you. Once up the stairs, you went through a door that was already cracked open.

As you walked down the hallway with the guys, you realized how cool it was that you were doing. You had explored plenty of abandoned places with Colby, but they were all run down and broken and dirty. This place, however, still had running lights and literally felt like you were in a running hospital that had zero people in it.

You guys roamed the halls slowly as you tried to stay quiet. Eventually, you reached what looked like the hall where the patients lived. Everything was dead silent before Jake dropped something and it landed with a loud thud that bounced off the walls for anyone in the building to hear.

“Jake!” you whisper shouted.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, and you all moved to leave the room, not before he ran into something else and caused a ruckus. He muttered another apology and y’all left the room.

“Listen, we’re gonna fucking die. We’re gonna fucking die if y’all don’t stop making fucking noise. Okay?” Colby whispered to Sam who was filming him. You let out a small giggle before Jake spoke.

“It was my fault. I’m sorry.” Moments later, he made yet another noise while shutting a door behind him. Sam and Jake split off one way down the hall while you and Colby went the other.

“Yo, look at this,” Colby whispered when he knelt down to grab a sign that was laying on the floor. He turned around before showing it to you. It was a sign that told you which way the surgery recovery unit was and the stroke specialist unit too. “Should I keep this?”

“I don’t see why not.” He did a small happy dance and kissed you on the cheek before walking back to Sam and Jake.

Next, y’all found the best part of the building. It still had chairs and beds and literally looked like an actual hospital. You found the waiting area where the room was lined with red chairs. The next room over had some beds in it, but that was it. The last room in the hall looked the best. It had beds, counters, cabinets, an overhead light that you could move around, but you guys couldn’t stay long because a whistle was heard. So quickly, you four took a thumbnail picture before trying to leave. Of course, the boys got sidetracked when they saw a microphone that was linked to a speaker system.

“Sir, your penis appointment is scheduled,” Jake whispered into the mic before Colby went next.

“Could we have Larry with the case of gonorrhea come to the front office please. Thank you.”

Then, they realized it was time to go. Y’all speed-walked the way you came, but when you guys reached a door, Colby accidentally pushed the handle and an alarm sounded went off.

“Oh, shit. Shit. Shit. Shit,” Sam mumbled as speed walking turned into running. You four ran down the stairs and out of the building. Y’all walked slowly for a second to catch your breath and then took off again for the car. You threw open the back door and slipped in, leaving the door open so Jake could get in too. Colby placed the surgery sign next to you and got in the front. Right as Colby drove off, a police car passed by and turned into the hospital.

“That was crazy,” you stated as your breathing finally calmed down.

“I kinda wanna explore more of it next time,” Jake told Sam. You looked at him with wide eyes. The one who caused most of the noise wanted to go back. He may not have tripped the alarm this time, but if there was going to be a next time, he definitely would be the one to do it. “I feel like we should do a part two.”

“I feel like we should do a part two to that,” Sam agreed as he looked to Colby. Jake and Sam kept encouraging the idea before Colby spoke up.

“Yo, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“You don’t think that’s a good idea?” Sam questioned.

“No, we just barely got out of there.” Colby continued.

“And Jake can’t stay quiet to save his life,” you added before Jake gasped.

“Hey!”

“It’s true,” you told him with a smile.

“What if we bring dog treats?” Sam suggested.

“For the police? Because the dog wasn’t coming for us. It was the police,” you said to them.

“Okay, let’s think reasonably here,” Colby told Jake and Sam.

“What if we did? Like what if we got dog treats?” Jake imagined.

“No,” Colby protested.

“Do you think they’re trained not to care about anything?” Sam asked.

“Yes!” Colby said with enthusiasm. You rolled your eyes in the backseat. Sam was supposed to be the smart one, but right now, he wasn’t really showing that. “Okay, you really think a dog is gonna see you and start charging at you and you’re like ‘Hey, here’s a treat. Go get it,’ and it’s just gonna go. Like, come on now.”

“That stuff only happens in cartoons, Sam,” you told the blond.

“Alright, eighty-five thousand likes and we’ll do it,” he said to the camera as he completely ignored what you and Colby had said which you two gave up and nodded along.

Later on when you all came back to the trap house, you and Colby laid in bed to think about what had happened.

“That was crazy,” you started as your head hit his chest.

“I can’t believe they thought we just needed some dog treats, and it would all be better.”

“I can believe that Jake would think that, but I thought Sam was smarter than that.” You both laughed before silence fell over you two.

“But that place was really cool and pretty. Thanks for taking me,” you whispered.

“You’re really cool and pretty,” Colby added in.

“You are such a dork,” you giggled before kissing his lips.

“I’m your dork though.”

“Yes, you are my dork.”

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a song incomplete

A gift for @chispas-and-broken-bindings who is writing a lovely soulmate AU of her own on ao3 and for Day 1 of the @jonsaseasonalbash event ❤️

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Soulmates had become incredibly rare the past few centuries and were considered a curse as much as a blessing by many. Jon Snow could see why.

To have a soulmate, you must have a soulmark, a mark upon the skin which formed the name of your soulmate. For every person who bore such a mark, there should be someone out there who bore your name as their mark in return.

That was the way of it barring a very few unfortunate souls who bore the mark but had no one carrying their name as well. They were a song incomplete.

His sister Sansa would sigh and weep when Old Nan would share stories of soulmates by her fire on cold nights but who wanted to be half of a pair of star-crossed lovers from opposing houses bound by forces beyond their control to meet, fall in love and, usually, die tragically? Or worse, the ones with no true mate?

Naturally, it was just his luck that on his fifteenth name day, his own soulmark would appear to mock him…and to shame him.

What difference did it make though when he was already a Man of the Night’s Watch, bound by his oath for life to a celibate order that only his death could free him from?

And what would anyone think if they saw that his soulmark, the name of his supposed other half, was his half-sister Sansa? He knew she would never be cursed with his name in return. Clearly, the gods loved making a jape of him.

However, in addition to being rare, soulmarks were thankfully small. As it was in a conspicuous location though, his hand, he was glad that here at the Wall no one thought it strange that he should wear gloves as much as possible.

On the night he fought a dead man in Lord Commander Mormont’s quarters, he was cried out from the pain brought by fire. Perhaps it was a blessing though. The burn had seared the mark to the point it was illegible. The puckered, reddened flesh healed but never completely and only the S from her name remained.

It was better this way.

The morning Sansa’s soulmark appeared, she experienced a strange pricking sensation at the small of her back. It was only upon her skin and yet it felt as though it went deeper than that.

“Would you look and see if there’s something there? A cut or something?” she asked Myranda Royce in secret at last. The pain had started a daybreak and had yet to recede.

“Oh…oh, dear. You have a soulmark, Alayne.”

“That’s…that’s…”

She didn’t know what to say. She was set to marry Ser Harrold soon. And though she’d once thought the tales of soulmates romantic, she’d since come to the conclusion that the songs were all lies.

“What’s the name?”

Was it Harrold? Somehow, she doubted it. He was not marrying her for love and she didn’t love him either. He’d be tolerable at best as husbands went.

Myranda read the name once, twice. Sansa shook her head, confused and angry.

Why would she have a soul mate if it could never be? And where was he? Where had he been all this time? More than likely, she was one of the unmatched ones, the horrible few who bore the mark but had no one truly meant for them in return.

“I don’t know anyone by that name. It must be a mistake. Please, don’t say anything.”

“But your husband may see it or…”

“I’ll think of something. Please, don’t say anything,” she begged again.

“Of course.”

Alayne’s fingers soon became perpetually stained by the dab of black ink she used every morning and every night to cover the name. She would call it a birthmark and pray no maid nor future husband would study it too carefully.

It was strange being back here again. Even after fighting tooth and nail to win it back, Jon would wake wondering if he’d dreamt it just as he sometimes wondered if he’d dreamt coming back from the dead.

That had been no dream. The wolf had woken inside him for good during that dark sleep.

How else to explain his sick fascination with the way the firelight would dance upon his half-sister’s hair? The way he burned with shame and desire in her presence?

His initial joy to see family again had soon been tainted by the twisted longings that assailed him.

But she bore no mark. There was no conscious guilt in the way she’d looked at him upon their reunion, no deep secret she’d hidden all this time. He was a song incomplete, not her. No matter what she’d lived through, Sansa was still pure and fresh as snowfall to his eyes. That old mark, the blurred one where only an S remained, had crept into his soul, his blood and yet he had no true mate. She did not carry his name upon her skin.

But when Ser Harrold succumbed to his wounds received during the battle for Winterfell, Jon Snow had gone to offer comfort to his widow.

It was innocent, brotherly comfort so far as she knew. But the beastling dwelling under his skin had held her close…and known its own form of contentment at long last.

“I…I have something to tell you.”

His eyes were empty, lost. The raging fire, that white-hot temptation she always saw in them was not there for once. She always burned so in his presence, since that night their bare hands had first touched. She could not understand it. She could not help it either.

Carefully, she stroked his beard, cupped his face with one hand and looked into his grey eyes.

“Tell me.”

They were alone here. Here, they could just be…no matter how wrong they both were.

He blamed his death and resurrection. She blamed her tragedies. Together, they blurred the lines of what was familial closeness and comfort and what was more and pretended not to notice.

She drew a deep breath, preparing for heartbreak, fearing he would tell her that he was leaving again, for good this time, that what they’d been doing was a mistake and must be at an end now, that he could never love her as she loved him, that it was never meant to be.

What else would she expect? She had a soulmark but no soulmate, it seemed.

Tragedy was her fate. Harrold Hardyng’s name hadn’t been etched upon her flesh and neither was Jon Snow’s. One had been her husband and one was her half-brother. That she’d barely tolerated one and deeply loved the other didn’t change the fact that she wasn’t meant for either.

“Bran and Howland Reed came to me tonight, they came to tell me things that have long been a secret.”

He looked so heartbroken and she felt as if she could bleed for him and whatever this fresh pain was.

“I am not the man I thought I was, Sansa. Everything about me is wrong. It’s been wrong from the start.”

“That isn’t true. What do you mean? How can you-”

“My name is not Jon Snow.”

The last thing he’d expected was a relieved laugh when he told her the full of it.

No, that’s not right.

The last think he’d expected when he told her the truth was for her to start unlacing her dress.

“Sansa…”

True, they were not half-siblings as they’d believed and yes, there was still that S upon his flesh that had once been her name but she didn’t have a soulmark. True soulmates both had the marks.

But when she stood before him bare and wiped at that little black spot upon her back, the size of a thumbnail, the one he’d stroked a time or two which she had named a birthmark, he saw it. A name. The one he had been given by his mother before her death.

His song was not incomplete after all.

And neither is hers, he thought before he asked her to look closely at his hand.

#jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #jonsaspringautumn #day 1 prompt-soulmates #jonsa fanfic #vivilove-jonsa fic

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steve0discusses · 3 years

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S5 Ep 3: Apdnarg is Really Hard to Spell

Yo guys, people are getting vaccinated, the sun is parting through the clouds, and I felt so nice that I even stopped listening to quite so many throwback 00′s BTS mashups (and yet I keep clicking on these dissonant catastrophes thinking “this time it’s got to be better. This time they’ll figure it out.” and like, no. Turns out you can’t match Brittany’s Toxic with BTS’ Black Swan. You can’t do that.)

This must be a sign that things are getting better. If anything, it means my personal tastes are improving. I mean I only clicked on like 3 “Dark Academia” Playlists where I could pretend I’m some sort of spooky witch in an abandoned library with a bad music player and basic taste in classical music (like can we ban Satie from Youtube for a little while?). Hell, I might even do a prompt update to this blog!

Yeah, you heard me, I’m actually going to stay ahead of the update schedule for Yugioh Abridged (maybe. I haven’t actually watched cuz of spoilers, I just noticed the thumbnail pop up on Youtube and was like “Damn it, they came out of hiatus??? I got hurry UP.”)

Anyway, speaking of the sky parting.

I’ll have you know my bro said this is actually more like a circumcision and it was one of the worst thing I have ever heard.

We get a chance to take in this lineup of confusing and varied character designs, and Joey. who is...still Joey.

The animators probably had to hold a strike in order for them to put Yugi in the audience, lets be real. There are TOO MANY PEOPLE in this shot and one is wearing a turban where you draw every single wrap. I hope those artists charged by the line.

Tea has a subplot where she’s just very frustrated with everyone she knows. They have been traveling together for like many weeks and got trapped in a foreign country so I get it. But at the same time, it’s kind of hard to picture Tea with female friends.

Because right now you got this 12 year old child, the other duelist who does not care about anything besides cards, and Kaiba’s 3 dragon cards that we’ve all collectively decided are female.

Hell it’s almost like the writers are asking themselves why Tea is here. Maybe they forgot. There’s no more ghosts to bus, no more people to knock out with her ass with random Olympic feats. Tea’s just sidelining.

(read more under the cut)

Mokuba is a itty bit bit taller this season, and so I guess that means he can legally climb on top of the cherry picker in order to give a riveting speech.

Really says a lot about Mokuba that he is so unphased about talking to, I dunno...an entire planet of people. Kind of a shame we never see this courage from Mokuba used for anything other than talking really, really big and giving everyone around him a really hard time.

Mokuba takes a moment to dunk on Yugi Muto, as is Kaiba tradition.

And then introduce the first pair of duelists, which obviously must be between the few people in this tournament that we actually know and care about.

Thankfully, in between last episode and this episode, Yugi has figured out who his own Grandpa is. This is a relief, because Yugi is such a mess, that I was fully convinced it would take over half a season for him to recognize it. I mean how long did it take him to figure out he shares a body with a ghost? Like half a season?

Instead Yugi recovered gracefully from not recognizing his grandpa, but it’s not like he bothered to tell anyone else, so the rest of our cast is just gonna be like “Is he my hairdresser? The guy who delivers my mail? Who is this guy who made absolutely no significant changes to his outfit or voice?”

Like sometimes this show goes full Spongebob silly kid’s show and you never know when to take it seriously or not. They might be sacrificing the entire cast next episode. I really don’t know. But for now their big concern is who is grandpa??? Like an innocent card version of “Are you my Mother?”

Faced with public speaking, Yugi decides to have a melt down.

We have seen him face monsters, we’ve seen him on TV dozens of times, he’s been in multiple competitions...but give a speech? Of course he can’t do that. The kid doesn’t attend enough school to know how to do that. Them’s learning skills.

And that was when a newly assembled wife-jet spliced through the sky like a souped up razer scooter and deposited 1 fully equipped Seto Kaiba in a Buzz Lightyear jetsuit.

THE RECOVERY.

Seto always watching over his Brother, ready to save this awkward party if it kills him (and it really should, that suit is held together by two seat-belts), making sure to get on that platform before Yugi starts going off about how he’s half an Ancient Egyptian. (Ah, life before social media. You could just be hella famous and also half a dead dude and people would just not know. I kinda miss the time before I knew literally everything about everyone.)

Please admire how close those flames are to setting Mokuba’s heavily hairsprayed mane completely alight. It would be an unforgettable spectacle.

These were absolutely just random ass jet packs that Gozaburo Kaiba made to kill hell tons of people, right? Like Seto found it in the family cabin, clutched to the heart of some crispy fried corpse and was like “neat! Mokuba! I found a cool toy!” and just plucked that thing out of that skeleton’s clutches and has been flying around for months?

Like this is Seto Kaiba’s Butter Glider, right?

Seriously what type of vehicle license do you need for one of these things? RIP My ‘Seto only has a scooter license’ headcanon.

Which I’m only even thinking about because I’ve had to try and make an appt with the DMV for days to get a freakin REAL ID. I went to sleep in 2019 and I could fly on a plane. I woke up in 2021 and it’s like “Want one last screw you?” and just...can 2020 please stop screwing me over? It’s March.

Anyway, the Jet is removed soon after, so no, this is not part of his new outfit. He goes right back to his Post-S4-Trauma-Normcore.

After wrestling this competition out of his brother’s hands and confusing everyone in the audience, Roland must have gotten the memo to cut the microphone before Seto got too excited and we were quickly ushered on to the next stage of the tournament.

One sec...the BTS Mashup playlist I just clicked on did a Black Swan X 7 rings mashup and it’s the worst thing my ears have ever heard.

Holy crap. I had to actually turn down my volume. Like...Ariana Grande already has music that has way too many overlapping singing parts on it--and then lets just stick a 52-person boy band on top? That’ll fix it. Yeah. Go ahead.

Wow. Even I had to change the song and you know how much I enjoy pop culture mistakes.

Spot the Mickey but like a million times easier because it’s a Massive Dick Shaped Dragon.

Yep. That’s my grocery shopping outfit. Except maybe not a lab coat and a duel disk. Wish I had a duel disk, that would make social distancing just a hell ton earlier. Just a “Yo, only one person in checkout, please” and then bap them on the head with a propelled discuss/hologram.

Anyway, Grocery shopping/Doctor man dueled the Purple Hair Boy, and considering that Purple Hair got screen time and shook Yugi’s hand once--I think that Doctor man doesn’t stand a freakin chance.

Good. I hate him.

Also, every time he breathes he’s gonna fog up his glasses. I have experience in this area. He can’t read his own cards in the same way I can’t read my phone if I’m in the refrigerated aisle.

So the way this tournament works, is everyone has to sit in the stadium to watch the show. Kinda like showing up to a football stadium just to watch a recorded TV monitor...but then again...that is how it feels to watch a football game at a football stadium when it’s live (at least with the tickets I usually get.)

And as we watch Grandpa waiting for his competitor, we find out that his competitor (Joey) is too busy eating snacks to give him the time of day.

Why do cartoon hot dogs always have lettuce? Is that seriously supposed to be relish? Or is there a place in the world where you put lettuce on your hot dog?

Sorry, bro has just informed of his favorite hot dog order, which is absolutely terrible so I will share it with you: a Five Guys hot dog with ketchup, mustard, pickle relish, onions, mushrooms, pickled peppers, and you guessed it--topped with freakin lettuce.

My own kin. How am I over 30 and just finding out that my baby brother thinks it’s normal to walk into a restaurant with normal god-fearing law-abiding people and order lettuce and mushrooms on a hot dog?

I have fully failed him.

The rest of this episode is watching both Joey Wheeler and Mokuba have a shared panic attack while Seto does freakin nothing.

Please remember that Seto has both a jetpack and a dragon wife plane and could have easily solved this problem. But nah.

Then again, Seto Kaiba has given this crew so MANY rides, that maybe he’s tired of being the Soccer Mom for the team?

Like they don’t actually say this episode, but Seto was the one in charge of like...this entire place, do you think he made the 2 for 1 special just to get Joey where it hurts the most? Or does it actually not take any subterfuge to screw Joey Wheeler because he’s just naturally this way?

Like Mokuba wasn’t there when Joey was told “stay right here, and then we will all go together to fight Dartz” and Joey was like “I’mma save Mai from herself although she told me not to!” and then he Hella Died. But, Mokuba did see the result, AKA, Joey’s dead body being carried on the back of Tristan. Maybe Mokuba never realized that Joey died because he went out of his way to be late?

Lets do a tally of every time I can recall with my dodgy memory that Joey was threatened to be DQ’d/pretty much was DQ’d either by his own fault or no fault of his own

-When he wasn’t allowed to go on the boat to Murder Island because he was a stupid nobody kid who did not have a dueling glove

-When he wasn’t actually supposed to be in Pegasus’ tourney and was, in fact, secretly using half of Yugi’s entrance ticket the entire time

-when Bandit Keith stole the ticket that Joey got from Yugi so then Joey had to borrow Mai’s ticket although she had just used it so it really shouldn't have counted. Because, really anyone could have just piggy backed off of each other’s ticket until the whole boat went through that castle.

-When his account was hacked to get entered into Kaiba’s tourney when Kaiba very clearly told him he could not apply solely because he was Joey Wheeler.

-When he was late to his sister’s eye surgery because he got mugged by Marik’s Rare Hunters, so she almost refused to do the surgery.

-When Joey got possessed by Marik, and as Marik, threatened to murder everyone else in the tournament including both of the Kaiba brother’s who’s tournament it was, and then chained himself to Yugi Muto to throw both of them to the bottom of the ocean.

-I think there was a point when he threatened to attack Kaiba in Kaiba’s own tourney while not possessed? Like several times?

-when he got struck by Lightning and almost did not stand up fast enough after being struck by lightning, which is apparently a type of DQ in Duel Monsters.

-When he tried to save Mai from getting hit by a fireball, but then Yugi did it instead, and then so many people were standing on the dueling platform that Kaiba couldn’t possibly DQ them all.

-When he entered the restricted area of the blimp in order to hassle Kaiba into landing the Blimp, which Kaiba did not do.

-When Marik killed Joey before Joey could press the “go” button on his duel disk to play the card that should have won Joey the match.

-When he was dueling a lawyer in a digital universe but then the dice was like...weighted? So Noah had to walk over and be like “The hell is this weighted dice? This is my perfect digital world? How did you even do that?” and then Joey won because the match was no longer legit.

-When Joey yelled at Noah too much and so Noah turned Joey to stone for being a rude ass spectator

-When Mai was like “Wheeler and Valon, listen closely: do NOT murder each other” and then Joey did a murder on Valon so she was like “I guess I have no choice, I was very clear” and killed Joey straight up.

-When Joey decided to block Seto’s fireballs while Joey Wheeler WAS a playing card, somehow disrespecting both Dartz and Seto Kaiba at the same time.

-When Joey was playing cards but then got absorbed into a giant Leviathan and basically couldn’t play anymore after that.

-There’s probably hell ton of S0 stuff I just haven’t seen yet.

-This episode

And Joey runs fast for a montage of wacky things that really have no business being in a theme park. Things like this:

(remember when Bakura almost died from a rock that ended up being a balloon? It comes full circle.)

The stuff that the Kaiba brother’s think is normal and fun.

Anyway Joey fights off a bunch of hologram snakes and bats and everyone is like “Should we tell him it’s just holograms???” And it’s like wow, guys, how many times have these ‘holograms’ straight up murdered Joey Wheeler and everyone else on this cast? Too many? Because I have a google doc with so many deaths on it. 7,805,844,048, to be exact.

Anyway, he gets there with five seconds to spare and Mokuba’s like “well at least you were still entertaining while we filmed you in front of a live audience being a total spaz for 15 minutes straight, so I’ll let you go.”

Grandpa and Joey start playing, Joey completely oblivious that this is just an older Muto, while Hawkins walks up awkwardly and is like “hey guys. I’m so sorry about this.”

(welcome to my font choices, for those new here, I have to make weird font color choices to make sure it’s legible for the colorblind and also for the non-colorblind. This one is not much contrast, so I may change it up in the future, but for now, this is Grandpa Muto’s new font. I apologize to every graphic designer reading this. Please don’t tell anyone who has ever hired me for graphic design about this blog.)

What’s funny about this exchange is that after they find out that Yugi’s Grandpa is Apdnarg (HOLY my brain cannot get around the spelling for that, and I will not change it in the caps. I cannot do a ‘pdn’ ever again), they don’t stand on his side of the field or anything. Hawkins is legit Solomon Muto’s only fan during this exchange and like...damn. Way not to back your Grandpa, Yugi.

Yugi immediately strides up to Mokuba to non-confrontation-ally inform him that he has stepped over a line and Mokuba is like “what are these things you say called ‘lines?’”

According to Mokuba, Solomon Muto begged him to be in the competition so he could relive his glory days (glory days making no sense here, because the game has only been released for the past 15 years, so glory days is like...the before times that can only be referring to disgraced archeologists and Pegasus ((who is, in his own way...a disgraced archeologist, too))) and Mokuba was like

“You trained Yugi Muto, right? Hey that’s good enough for me. This drama is gold. People will eat it up. Hell yes. Don’t be afraid to abduct him a little bit. Maybe trap a couple people in a digital hellscape for a little while? Now we go by Pegasus house rules here, so fire as many lasers as you want, but just make sure not to hit anyone in the face. Oh man, we are going to be swimming in cash. Love it, Muto Sr, love it.”

But I dunno, I feel like Grandpa won’t make it past next episode. It is Joey. We kinda need him to make it past Ep 4 of the arc. If Grandpa Muto becomes the new Joey Wheeler, that will be a weird transition for this show to make.

But that’s all for today, as always, here is the link to read these in chrono order becuase there’s SO MANY that you don’t need to read backwards--don’t do it--just use the chrono tag (and I don’t know if you can add compound tags, but I did separate the Season from the Episode, so if you write S4, it should only pop up stuff from S4. I didn't’ do that to seasons 1-3 though because I just...didn’t.)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

And because I brought it up: here it is, the best BTS Mashup that I found on my deep dive. Like legit--this one isn’t a mess:

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Most of other ones are horrible in a fascinating way. Like I’m not even a BTS fan, I think I sort of age out of that metric, I’m just bored and quarantined. And lets be real, we all appreciate a good bop when we hear it.

#yugioh #ygo #yu gi oh #photo recap #recap #episode recap #yugi muto #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #Joey Wheeler #Apdnarg #Grandpa muto #tea gardner #tristan taylor #professor hawkins #and then I ranted about BTS #but please don't quiz me about BTS I know nothing about them aside from the music #I actually thought there were over 12 of them because every time I see them perform it feels like an entire stageplay production of people #like a 101 dalmations situation where every time I saw BTS there were 3 new people #I assumed it was like the Gorrilaz where people just show up and then disappear in a rotation #but no. There's 7 BTS members #that can't be right #there has to be more than 7 #is this a berenstein bears situation?#how is there only 7?#I swear there used to be like 16 #and they would be introduced like here's jimin and Jungkook and red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and pea #like is google seriously telling me there's only 7 kids in this band?#this is the biggest scam google has ever played on me #this weird alternate timeline that not only has an epidemic but also only 7 members of BTS

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No Hanky Panky

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: You love it when Bucky pulls your hair.

Warnings: Teasing, the sounds could come across as quite sexual, some language.

A/N: this is for Day Eleven of the @the-ss-horniest-book-club's Kinktober '20. I know I missed a lot of days but I've been feeling really unwell so my apologies!

"Harder Bucky!" Your groans bounced off the white walls of the common room where currently, it was just you and Bucky lounging on the couch, the Netflix logo on standby in the background waiting for its command.

"Fuck just like that! Oh god harder!"

"Um. They do realise it's movie night right? And they are currently not in their bedroom?!" Sam whispered yelled to a brightly blushing Steve Rogers and cocky Tony.

"How do we know they are doing the hanky panky?" Asked Wanda, nibbling her thumbnail.

"'Hanky panky'? Really Wanda. You're allowed to say sex. And do you hear her moans?"

"But where is Bucky's? That man is like a wild animal from what we heard and anyway, if they are doing the hanky panky it's more of a reason to kick them off my brand new fucking couch." Tony whispered rolling his eyes.

"Yeah you like that baby?" Bucky's deep voice filtered through the walls.

"Oh man." Sam snickered. "The beast is about to roar."

"Alright, that's it." Tony whispered, barging in through the door with the team behind him. "Get the fuck off my— you're not naked?" This was simply odd to him.

There came a chorus of 'ohhh' behind Tony until they eventually stood by his side and watched on.

Tony, and the team expected to find you and Bucky naked on the couch doing your business, but instead, you were on your back with your head in Bucky's lap. His fingers tangled up in your hair and he was still tugging the strands harshly.

"Didn't think we'd give you a free show did you?" Bucky jokes, looking over at Steve who looks quite relieved not to have witnessed any fondue making.

"Well, whatever. Y/n, get your feet off my couch. Wanda, get the popcorn."

"Sir yes sir!"

"Team, come sit, get comfy, shut up, no talking during the movie."

"Can I ask a que–"

"No, you may not."

"Sorry to bail on you guys." Bucky chuckled as he stood up, pulling you up with him. "But uh, we got some more stuff we need to do...privately."

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Kinktober: @disasterbii

Taglist: @marvelgirl7

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slowlyflowing · 3 years

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So, I have recently come to conclude that Soul Eater is not a synpath, as I previously thought, but rather a kintype. I've never been good at essays centering on self reflection, trying to puts feelings into words is just bleh, but I’m gonna try as I wanted to talk about how my relationship with this character has evolved.

Starting from the very beginning, my journey with the Soul Eater series started a decade ago. I discovered the anime while on a forum. Not through discussion of it, but rather because a person had a Soul Eater AMV embedded in their signature and the thumbnail caught my eye. I watched it and got pretty intrigued. I immediately decided to watch the anime. At the time I loved it, but also never considered it a favorite. The horror elements were great and the characters likeable, however there were also some parts that I didn’t go crazy for.

I can’t in good faith make big considerations on my feeling at the time. It’s been a long time and I worry confirmation bias may influence my memories. I can say I didn’t start seeing Soul as myself, but I also knew nothing of fictionkinity at the time. Besides, I was in middle school and majorly confused about everything, so I’ll forgive myself for not catching on to anything.

I started connecting the Soul Eater series and alterhumanity some... two or three years ago? Rather than the characters, it was the setting that struck me. I had learnt of the concept of hearthome, and it hit me almost out of nowhere that Death City fit the bill. Not going to get into too much detail about that since it’s not the focus of this essay, but Death City is like the perfect mixture of many different things that make me feel at ease, or that I long for. It was a bit of a perplexing moment for me. I hadn’t given much thought to the series for a few years at that point, so it surprised me that I’d connect so intensely with the setting. Yet it just worked.

Later on, I came to the conclusion that the two main characters, Soul Eater and Maka Albarn, were my synpaths. I realized this after doing a read of the manga - which from an objective analysis I find better structured than the anime, but on a more emotional standpoint the manga comes second for me. I felt connected, that was the only way for me to describe it. Maka felt like an old friend. I had a few brief “shifts” too, where I almost felt like her, but they have always been rare and last no more than a couple hours.

Soul... well. I have Soul shifts too, but they’ve always been far more common and lasted longer. Maka “fades” as soon as I’m out of shift, but Soul tends to linger longer. While Maka has that definite “friend” feel, Soul was somewhat different. Like I cared about him, but I never cared cared? Here we go with my inability to describe emotions. There was a strong connection, but while Maka is in some ways akin to a comfort character, someone that makes me feel nice when I think about her, Soul never had the same effect. Which makes sense if I look at Soul as a kintype rather than a synpath. You can’t be your own comfort character, can you?

I think one reason I considered Soul a synpath for long before moving him to kintype status - and I did think about it even before the latest round of questioning - is that I always found character specific fictionkinity hard to conceptualize. I understand having a fictional species kintype well enough, but figuring out how can one be a character gave me more trouble. I accepted it, because understanding shouldn’t be a requisite for respect, but it confused me. To be honest, it confuses me even now that I conceded I may be fictionkin myself.

On a surface level, I suppose I have some personality traits that align well with Soul, but that is hardly the core of it. I wish I could live in my hearthome. I wish I could meet Maka, or also Chrona. I want to have pointy teeth so badly. I have a handful of noemata about my canon (and, uh, it feels super weird to talk about this in these ways). There’s just something that says that being Soul is right. It feels right to call myself Soul. There’s differences between us just as much as there are similarities, but that doesn’t change the fact that I feel like him, even when I consider the things that straight up contradict who I am otherwise.

Another thing that left me on the fence, is that I don’t always 100% feel like him. I’ve seen people say at times that kintypes aren’t always the same intensity, that they tend to fade during some periods and be stronger during others, so I tried to examine my feelings under those lenses. At times I feel like I’m Soul, and at times I feel like I’m almost him, like I should be but I’m not. That feelings is more similar to how having a synpath or heart-type is, so I had to think about them. I think now that a better way to describe those moments is thinking “I am Soul, but I’m not Soul, because my life is different, but we’re two versions of a same person”. Like I’m AU Soul, basically.

And that’s where I’m at. I may write more as I think more on this. One thing I’ve been thinking about is origin theories. For my polymorph kintype, I don’t care about origins, because the fact that I’m like this now matters a lot more than why I am like this. On the other hand, I feel that if I’m fictionkin I want to know why. I’m someone who usually doesn’t even relate to characters, this level of self identification is really out of the ordinary for me, and it confuses me.

#otherkin #fictionkin #alterhuman

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tsukikoayanosuke · 4 years

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The Captain’s Rambling - How TW:OPT was written

Well, today (it's already the 29th of September in my timezone) is a special day and I just uploaded the newest chapter with interesting things going on in there. I did promise that I will tell you how Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure was written, right? Well, gather around children. The captain has a story to tell.

I think it was around March of this year and I think it was the early stage of quarantine in my country. I was like relaxing, watching YouTube while having an online class at the same time (please, don't do this at home). Around that time my autoplay got me some Black Butler amv and being that girl who never watches popular anime, I only have the vaguest idea about Black Butler except everyone seems thirsty over Sebastian. But the concept of master & servant always interests me. So, I tried actively search for some Black Butler AMV until finally, I came across a thumbnail of 'Ciel'. However, I soon found out that it was not a Black Butler AMV, but instead, it was the Twisted Wonderland opening song.

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My first thought was: "Oh no. Is Disney making another Kingdom Hearts series?"

After a quick search in Wikipedia, I decided to cruise through Tumblr, seeing some cute stuff, and then, just out of curiosity, I check whether there was any fanfiction of this game. Lo and behold, Archive of Our Own has a section already. So, of course, I wanted to read some fics, because that's apparently my job. While very early there are some Canon Characters/Reader fics, I tend to avoid it for now, I found a fic titled 'Beyond the Looking-Glass' and it's also a crossover with Kingdom Hearts. So, I was like: "Okay. Let's give it a try." A few sentences later I found a familiar name: 'Hikari'. My brain was a bit slow at that time so I scrolled back up and looked at the author and then it suddenly clicked and I got a surprise. Ah... No wonder that name sounded familiar...

A quick visit back to Tumblr and I found out that, yes, it was the same Hikari KH OC that. Apparently, wingbladeweaver1357 also plays Twisted Wonderland? Okay...

That somehow convinced me to give this game a try.

Reading the fanfic wasn't enough so I watched Ami Yoshiko Twisted Wonderland videos and then Shel_BB's translation to understand the plot so I can follow the fanfic too. Slowly but surely, I started to fell in love with the game.

However, it wasn't enough for me.

So, I was reading the translation for Episode 3 and I reached the part where MC signed the contract with Azul. And I remember thinking: "A very miss opportunity to make it a 'Poor Unfortunate Soul' musical segment." And it gave me an idea: what if I write a songfic just for that scene?

However, there was a problem. Because the MC/Yuu is basically our self-insert, many people, including me, have their own interpretation. So, if I write a (Y/N) fic with my interpretation of the MC/Yuu, it would probably only appeal to a small audience.

So, I decided to make my own MC. And thus, Jonah Argentum was born. But his creation story is a story for another time.

With my MC/OC created, I can actually start writing. However, another problem started. How do I introduce my MC/OC into this songfic? Would the reader able to connect with him in his first debut?

And then, I got a crazy idea. What if I basically adapt the whole game with my MC/OC?

Around that time, the fanfictions weren't as many as now and more of them are Canon Characters/Readers or Original Female Character(s). Nothing wrong with that, but I sort of wish that we have more Original Male Character(s) just for variety. Most of the fanfics that were following the canon plot hadn't even passed the Prologue. So... Why not? I think I'm part of the earliest fic posted in AO3's Twisted Wonderland fandom. I'm not the first one to do this adaptation, but I think I'm the first one with male MC/OC.

After reading some translation and imagining the whole this as an anime, on 15 April 2020, the first two chapters of Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure was posted.

Throughout April, I managed to finish adapting Welcome to the Villains' World, and on May 4th (because Star Wars day) I posted the first chapter of The Crimson Tyrant and I think I was the first one to start with the Heartslabyul adaptation.

On the first update, I decided to make a Tumblr account to write my notes for each chapter, because I have some references and trivia I want to write and I'm afraid that I would be too much if I post it on the note section of AO3. And thus, officially started the Behind the Fic - TW:OPT.

By the time the fic reached 100 kudos, I decided to write something to celebrate. Now that at least I have some readers who are familiar with Jonah, I felt like it would be okay if I write that Poor Unfortunate Soul songfic. It became the first fic in the Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure - Gaiden.

Around June, I suddenly had an idea to maybe branched out to Wattpad, because of course that site has a Twisted Wonderland fandom. And thus, around 6 June 2020, Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure was re-posted on Wattpad.

And in August I found out that FanFiction.net finally has its own page for Twisted Wonderland. So, of course, I wanted to post it there too, because it's basically going back to my roots. I started in FF.net, of course, I would eventually come back to that site. Thus, starting 25 August 2020, Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure is available on FanFiction.net

Do you think I went overboard with the re-post? Probably yes.

The fanfic is still going strong even though the update wasn't as frequent as it usually did once, but even until now I still enjoy writing it. It's strange on itself. I usually got bored by Chapter 10, but with TW:OPT we're only 11 chapters away from hitting the 100th Chapter Mark. Today's chapter is the adaptation of the original idea to make it a songfic, and thus I feel like it would be a perfect time to tell the origin story.

Another thing that today is my birthday, so I decided to give you guys something other than the update.

Thank you so much for those who had been sticking around for this small fic (I guess I can't call it small anymore, huh?) whether you were there since the beginning or finding it through Tumblr or just finding it now. Thank you for giving this fic a chance. I tried my best to reply to all the comments posted there to show that I appreciate the responses, kudos, and bookmarks. Thank you as well for those who had been sticking around Tumblr. I hope you don't mind my notes.

A special thanks to @wingbladeweaver1357 for being my inspiration to write this fic as well.

Well, then. If you want to ask anything, my DM and Ask Box is always open.

And I guess I should say this...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland fic #twst fic #twisted-wonderland: our precious treasure

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Hii!! I’m also very new to soulbonding and what really got me into it (slowly, now, as I heard about it before though I didn’t look into it since I didn’t know where to go) was because someone suggested it (your blog too specifically, to look more into soulbonding 💞) from a reality shifting amino (im a lot more familiar with reality shifting, though this is not what I came to you about don’t worryfjdkddk) and I was wondering where I could start to get all these information? Like I read a few of your posts and I remember you mentioning something about looking out for syscourse to avoid it, but then that got me thinking... uh... what do I search then 😭 Sorry im rambling at this point but my point is:

I would like to know more about soulbonding but I don’t know where to start. I don’t know what keywords there are/what to search for nor do I know any other blogs (as of the moment) that has reliable information on soulbonds/soulbonding. So uhh is there any more blogs and keywords to search you recomend? 😩

Especially that I apparently have an *entity* (I don’t know much about him yet, and im putting that in between stars as I’ve read... from you that there are different versions of these lets say people, which is why it may be more fitting to call them entities ?) that really wants to soulbond with me (I used tarot, pulled multiple times for confirmation, and even asked for a pendulum reading from someone else for even more confirmation) this is more of a fictional character and so far (evaluating my situation I suppose), I think I’ve called on him “unintentionally” (I’m a little spiritual but truly I know little to nothing about spiritual entities or spirit work. Though.. uh I’m an intuitive, do divination myself and uh consume witchcraft/spiritual content you could say. And when i “unintentionally” called on him, i bumped into the soulbonding post i saw that lead me to you, and i would get the most random occurences of seeing him all over online when I didn’t specifically search his name or something? An example is when I put his name on a wheel picker because i wanted to practice drawing and I got his name twice in a row when I never really gotten his name before, i would see his face as a thumbnail on amino when there would only be content coming from the show he comes from in those aminos occassionally, i suddenly saw this video [maybe even a few honestly but idk] that focuses on him suggesting that he’s in my everyday life (?, nothing too freaky, just like for example, a playlist about hanging out with him in the park or something, but this one wasn’t a playlist?? I didnt know these types of videos really existed? So its a little more of an original idea of a video that is somehow conveniently dedicated to.. abt him ? I hope you get what i mean 😭) when i was freaking out thinking of this soulbonding thing i suddenly see him on my fyp on ti k t 0k, and i think the most.. telling sign is when i said in my head, okay if i dream of *this person-fictional character* then i guess its real, and he actually wants to soulbond with me and I DID) but its not like I don’t want him or anything 💀

But um anyways yeah

Im sorry for such a long ask

Im just

Im in d i s b e l i e f a little, still, which is surprising coming from someone who believes/thinks reality shifting is 100% normal and 100% possible

The first time you soulbond there is always just a little bit of shock. This is completely normal. It sounds like you definitely have a connection with him too.

Honestly, I would like to possibly interact more with the reality shifting community. A few of us have tried it ourselves and it seems to have a lot of overlap with a lot of the concepts behind soulbonding such as the multiverse theory.

As for other resources, feel free to click the link to the newly updated resource page on our blog to find out more from other people.

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RWBY VOLUME 8 EPISODE 4 SPECULATION AFTERMATH!!!!

SPOILERS!!!!

SPOILERS!!!

Hello Hello Hello!!! XD Another Week........and ANOTHER episode of RWBY is out!!!! Let’s dive right in and see what I got RIGHT and what I Definetly got WRONG from my Speculation post!!

Noooooooo!!! 😭 I’ve got most of these Wrong in my speculation post!!!! Sigh.......well can’t get right on everything I guess lol but it is still fun to guess what will happen before a episode airs X). I gotta say though this episode fell a little short for me compared to the first three. This episode was still good but I guess I may have hyped myself up too much because of last weeks great episode and thought the hype would carry through to episode 4.....guess not 😓. Nonetheless let’s see what we got....

-I suppose I was half right about Cinder and Salem’s conversation. It’s obvious that Cinder would be frustrated about Salem’s command to not retrieve the winter maiden’s power and ask her again, but I failed to remember that this is Cinder and she would do anything to steal the power of the maidens....even if it means defying Salem’s commands. Yeah she is is definetly gonna regret that decision later this volume lol.

-I am not gonna trust another title decription again after this episode lol. I was totally blindsided by Qrow and Robyn beginning the episode that it threw off my groove XD. Anyway it is important for us as an audience to hear how Qrow is dealing with his loss of Clover. I won’t get into the whole Fairgame Controversy of last year but I feel that this is the writers way of answering for what happened. It’s not the best answer but it is a start....

-Ok, back when I wrote my speculation post I didn’t agree to the idea of Ruby’s group hiding out in schnee manor because i felt it would be too soon to visit that portion of volume 8’s plot. I knew we would get there eventually but it just didn’t fit with me for them to lay low and hideout at a place So close to Atlas, especially when they just fled from Atlas last episode. Speaking of which.....where is the manor located anyway? Is it on Atlas or is it somewhere in Mantle? Sigh.....it doesn’t matter, we are here already so let’s see where this plot line leads. Gotta say though I do feel Whitley is gonna do something to alert Ironwood that the group is there but maybe a talk with Willow and Weiss could change his mind.....I guess we’ll see...

-I think this is the part that disappointed me for the episode... From the action that took place last episode with Ruby’s group I thought we were going to get something similar with Yang’s but I suppose the writers and animation team thought different. I still gotta remember that they don’t have a big budget to animate big fights much like episode 3 all the time, that they can only do it for certain moments within the plot line at a time. It’s understandable and important to remember when going forward with my speculations. I may not be much of a fan on vehicle chase scenes but the animation team delivered on what they gave us this episode and it was a spectacle to watch.

-it was pretty obvious from the thumbnail that we were going to see Ren lash out finally so I guess I can give myself some points on that lol. It seems Ren’s frustrations lie with the fact that the group weren’t ready to become huntsmen, to hold the responsibilities that came with it and the decisions that would impact many lives because of it. He does have a point and honestly it is the truth, they weren’t ready for things like this to happen to them, but unfortunately they ARE in these dangerous circumstances and the world DOES need them, whether they like it or not. To be honest I always wanted to see Ren act like this since I’ve known him. To see someone as calm and collected as Ren to lash out and bring his feelings out is, to me, important development for his character. Yes it is bad to see someone lash out at others but it does help you see what’s truly going on with that person, how much they are hurting and how you can help them be better, IF you are paying attention....

-I know Yang’s comment of “yeah...Ruby” was meant for Blake and I am glad the shipping community got some more crumbs for their relationship, but I gotta focus on the context of that comment for a moment. I still believe 100% Yang loves her sister despite their different opinions but this comment shows me that Yang is still firm on her opinion of how Ruby has handled their situation so far as leader. It also makes me believe that once reunited that they may argue once again.....but time will only tell when they do, and to hoping it doesn’t get worse between them...

- Alright OSCAR PROTECTION SQUAD!!! I’VE GOT TWO QUESTIONS FOR YA’LL!!!! WHERE ARE YOU AT??? And HOW CAN WE SAVE OUR BOY!?!? Jesus I was expecting once he was captured he would be tortured for information but I WASN’T READY FOR THIS!!! 😭 Lets hope he can hold out long enough for someone to save him!!!

Overall still a good episode and I cannot wait to see the next one!!!! Till next time......BUH-BYE!!! XD

#rwby #rwby volume 8 #rwby volume 8 spoilers #rwby salem #rwby cinder #qrow branwen #yang xiao long #oscar pine #weiss schnee #blake bellodona #rwby ruby #james ironwood

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My Online To Do List:

I’m legit so busy in both real life (kind of) and esp. for online stuff. The stuff I am busy with is mostly fun stuff. Including the more time-consuming stuff. Still it does cause me a bit busy. Like, he is my list of stuff of to do. I might add more this list, as I think of more stuff and more stuff comes up.

A long post and to-do list under the read more cut. I was gonna put the cut further down, but I didn’t really know where would be a good place to put one. So I am just going to put one here, since it makes sense, and it is a good place to put one. And that is just what I am going to do.

Legend:

So this is a legend type thing I have decided to for this to-do list, and I am going to do it for all or most of the sections/parts of this ‘Legend’. This is to help track my progress of the stuff on this list.

For the Game Section, the ‘Legend’ is: Haven’t Downloaded/Have Downloaded. Haven’t Started/Have Started. Not In Progress/In Progress. On Break/Currently Playing/Not Playing. Haven’t Finished/Have Finished. Not Replaying/Replaying. Maybe some other ones in the future and some Section/Part specific ones.

For the Fics/Writings Section, the ‘Legend’ is: Out of the Planning Stages/In the Planning Stages. Haven’t Started/Have Started. Not In Progress/In Progress. On Break/Currently Writing/Not Currently Writing. Haven’t Finished/Have Finished. Hasn’t been edited, proofread, or/& beta’ed/Currently being edited, proofread, or/& beta’ed/Has been edited, proofread, or/& beta’ed.

Whatever is bolded, is what is applicable to that section/thing. So for example if Haven’t Started is bolded, and not Started, that means I haven’t started it yet. And etc. Alright, that is all there is to the ‘Legend’ for now. Now on to actually adding this/these to the parts/sections of this list, and on to the actual to-do list itself.

PC Games I Want to Play and/or Finish:

1. DATING START! Undertale Sans Dating Sim Visual Novel/Game: Been meaning to play this, since the demo was so good and it just looked so good in general. I even was following the countdown to full release super closely, because I wanted to play it right when it came out. Which I did dip up opening up, just to see if everything was good boot up wise, and I saw the intro. But then I ended up not playing it, even though I wanted to play it right when it came out, lol. I got busy with the HxH Big Bang and other stuff. And I wanted to make sure once I started playing the game, I really got through a lot of it.

Basically, I wanted to have a decent amount to actually play it once. But I just couldn’t set aside a lot of time. However, I am less busy now, and also a bit less busy with my HxH BB. So I am finally going to get to playing this game, and I am very excited to play it. I may or may not post stuff about while I play or/& after I finish it. Will tag spoilers if so.