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whatwouldsylwrite · 1 year

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I feel like you guys need to know this

That's a blurb about Ellie teasing you and being cringy after she sees your hickeys, because Ellie is a little shit.

Your hickeys still didn't faint when you had to go to your practice: you survived classes with turtlenecks and dresses with high collar, but you couldn't wear it to your practice. So you have to make peace with the idea that entire dance studio would know you had sex. When your girlfriend would sit on the couch as usual and hear all of it.

You knew girls would tease you, but what you actually feared was Ellie Williams teasing you, because this little shit would be the worst about it, especially since she knew Abby too. And if Abby's teammates were scared of her, Ellie wasn't scared of anything.

So you sighed and entered the studio, bracing yourself. You just hoped they'd stop their teasing before Abby's practice would finish.

"What the fuck, (y/n)?" Gabi, one of your backups, looked surprised and terrified.

"Um." You turned red at the thought of explaining your bruises.

"Your girlfriend is a beast." Alba agreed.

You shrugged and tried to avoid any further discussion of your sex life. Girls still giggled at you and made jokes, but they were harmless and left you alone pretty quickly.

And then Ellie came.

You swallowed, getting ready for her shit. Ellie spotted you and you saw how her eyes flicked from your face to your neck and back. She smirked and walked to you, her smirk getting bigger and bigger.

"Fucking hell, Anderson tried to eat you, didn't she?" Ellie turned your head with her hand, evalueting your hickeys. "Oh my god. She is good." Ellie nodded approvingly. "How many times?"

"How many times what?" You asked, getting suspicious.

"How many times did you cum?"

"Ohmygod fuck off." You shrieked, red as a beetroot.

"Come on, I'm curious. I mean, I'll feel sorry for you if you only came once." Ellie shrugged.

Oh you knew she was baiting you, but the Abby slander was not something you could accept.

"Five." You admitted and Ellie whistled. "Can't fucking believe I told you that, ohmygod." You cringed, covering your face in embarrassment.

"What did she do?"

"Why are you so curious?" You asked, suspicious again.

"Because she finally fucked you, duh. Not everyday the shyest girl I know gets railed so good. What color is her strap?"

You playfully shoved Ellie away and she laughed.

"Is it black? She looks like she is a black strap kind of girl." Ellie said thoughtfully. You kept your mouth shut, not giving Ellie any information. "Blue? Pink?"

"Leave her alone." Dina laughed and hugged you from behind, putting her head on your shoulder. "Unless you want one angry hockey player to gut you with her skate."

You perked up and looked at the door. Abby was there, and she was frowning, but when she caught your eyes you smiled at her and she smiled back.

The practice went surprisingly calm, no one tried to tease you - you had a feeling Abby just really scared people, not only her teammates. Then it was time for you to do some of the hockey guys list, because everyone wanted a show, and you looked over the list and groaned. Of course it was Need to Know, of-fucking-course.

Ellie grinned again like a little shit she was and you got ready to dance. Everything was just fine: you didn't do any mistakes, you didn't feel anxious under everyone's eyes and actually you were just so comfortable and so in the zone, you natural flirting coming through your moves.

♪Oh, wait, you a fan of the magic?

Poof, pussy like an Alakazam

I heard from a friend of a friend

That that

"STRAP!" was a ten out of ten♪

Ellie. Fucking. Shouted it. over music.

She shouted it so loud everyone heard her. Including Abby and her teammates.

All your moves twitched, loosing the rhyme as you tried to contain your embarrassed snort, practically falling on the floor in graceful waves, not continuing the whole "slap me spank me choke me bite me" bit. You just laughed, absolutely red in the face, while Dina smacked Ellie on the head.

You sat on the floor and flipped Ellie off before looking at Abby. She looked pleased. Of course she did.

Ellie just shrugged in the mirror.

What a little shit.

#abby anderson x reader #hockey!abby #abby anderson x you #the original line is that thst dick is ten out of ten #but i always change it to strap in my head

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dutchdread · 20 days

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what do you think about Cait siths fortune about cloud losing what he cherishes the most

Don't have a strong opinion on it to be honest, because the thing with predictions in stories is that they're never straight forward. They're intentionally made vague to the point that often they can mean whatever you want it to mean. It's an old magicians trick in the real world as well, predict something vaguely meaningful and if a person wants to believe it they'll find a way to apply it to them. Obviously Cait Sith can't actually tell the future, and we know from the OG at least that his predictions are just shit in general. He predicts a bright future between Aerith and Cloud, and well....we know how that turns out. In the past I've conjectured that this particular prediction may have been a hold-out from earlier drafts of the story, that stuff happened all the time back in the day. Game development was a lot less formalized back then. So I was curious whether it would show up in Rebirth, but it did. Could just be because they're being pretty accurate when it comes to trivial things, could be because the predictions actually matter, I couldn't tell you. My gut instinct is that yes, it means something, because developers tend to not put in predictions, even fake ones, without them having SOME meaning. But as for what that meaning is? Your guess is as good as anyone elses. Could be that the predictions are aimed at the player rather than Cloud. Could be that the predictions are intentionally bad, seeing as they also say Clouds lucky color is "black" which with Sephiroth and the Black materia doesn't feel that lucky to me (unless it refers to Tifa or something? Like I said, they can mean anything). I've also heard theories that it refers to Clouds sanity or fake persona, "himself" in short. And I've hear interpretations that it refers to Tifas faith in him, that one seems pretty possible since that's the thing that eventually breaks him, and has been stated by him to be the only thing that matters as well as the reason he started this entire journey. The obvious interpretation Cleriths will want you to take is of course that it is about him losing Aerith, but I'd say that seems unlikely for 2 reasons. 1: The idea of Aerith being what he cherishes most is absurd even IF he did have romantic feelings for her by that time. He's known her for all of a week and has spend most of that time being annoyed with her, in stark contrast to Tifa, meaning this would be the most ill-written teenage rom-com overdramatized ass pull ever. But more importantly 2: That seems exactly like the sort of thing that is so straightforward that it's unlikely to be the "real" explanation. But ultimately there is one thing that supersedes all of this. One thing that makes any specific interpretation of this prediction null and void.

Sephiroth: Tell me what you cherish most. Give me the pleasure of taking it away. Cloud: "I pity you, you just don't get it at all. THERE'S NOTHING I DON'T CHERISH!

~ Cloud in AC. This line feels like it was made on purpose to counter and reject all these attempts at ranking the things that Cloud holds dear. Doing so is literally the path of Sephiroth, and it's something I see Cleriths doing ALL THE TIME. Asking what Cloud cherishes is the wrong question. He cherishes everything. Based on this, the only "most cherished thing" he can lose....is everything.

#ffvii #ffvii rebirth #ffvii remake #cloud strife #ff7

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yanderes-galore · 10 months

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Okay, seeing all the self-aware Master Chief in the drafts, I have to throw this one out: Self-Aware Arbiter scenario, specifically Halo 3 where he’s jealous that Reader can only play as him during co-op (and *only* if they’re player two) and even when he’s an NPC in solo it’s only for a few meetings in the campaign.

Sure! I'll see what I can do for this.... Only Thel knows he's a character in a game and keeps this thought to himself. I had to make this short as I was not sure how to pace it longer, I'm sorry! :(

Envy

Yandere! Self-Aware! Thel/Arbiter Short (Halo 3)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic (It's dubious)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Jealousy, Self-Aware AU, Obsession, Mostly shows yandere learning and trying to cope with being in a game, Stalking implication, Thoughts of violence, Violence, Murder, Slight worshipping, OOC behavior most likely.

Thel knew that this was the Chief's story but that didn't stop his jealousy. Before Thel knew this world was a game ge thought this was his story. Turns out that wasn't as true as he thought.

The demon, Chief, has always been the main focus it seems. Thel was simply just a bystander, a secondary character. That alone wasn't why Thel felt bitter even if it did burn a little.

Thel knew something no one else knew here. There was no point in explaining it, for some reason only Thel was aware of this. This world was a game... with a player to boot.

Thel has grown accustomed to this "player". There's times he has visions of this being and they look similar to the humans of his world. It's always a weird and ethereal experience to him.

Once he found out about this higher power, Thel has felt attached. It makes sense, after all he can't tell if everyone in this world was ever real or not. With you he feels he was... chosen?

Yet at the same time he feels neglected. Thel has noticed he's always secondary in this journey. The Chief always happens to be your "host" in missions unless you have a partner.

The thought makes his mandibles twitch.

When he did feel your presence guiding him, it was divine! If the Covenant worshipped you he could understand. They didn't, part of him is actually quite relieved. Maybe it's better no one else knows of you.

It just means you and him are special.

As much as Thel thinks of it at times, it would be out of character of him to attack Chief for something he doesn't understand. Even if Thel is jealous, he should control it. Although it's hard to explain to his crew why he's been training so much lately.

These feelings Thel has for you, this player, are hard to explain for him. It just feels like an overwhelming attraction. Like a magnet... he wants to learn more about you.

He wonders about your world, based on what he's seen it's rather primitive. He wonders about your size, you look rather small compared to him. He's curious like some youngling.

Thel can't help his glaring towards Chief at times. The others ask about it but he comes up with an excuse. In reality he's jealous of the fact he knows Chief is host to you.

What would happen if he shoved his energy sword into his gut.... Would it reset things like all the times he has died? Could he... take out his anger this way?

Thel thinks heavily on ideas to vent his frustration. The only way he can subdue himself is watching you through your screen when the "game" is off. Any other time... he just has to cope.

He tries to silence his envy but it sits heavy in his gut. His predatory eyes stare Chief down in missions. Soon... thinking of you... he can't take it anymore.

He hopes someday he manages to meet you in your world. It would be so much calmer. No Covenant, no Flood, no jealousy. You may be human, but he can make things work.

You may be scared... but he'll try to explain everything.

Thel focuses on his anger and envy when he suddenly charges at Chief. He treats it like an accident, friendly fire. It all doesn't matter, right? All that really matters is you.

Thel is sorry for ruining your fun when he slides his Energy Blade into the gut of Chief. He twists the blade, continuing to glare into his visor. Poor Chief, huh? He has no idea what he's caused.

Thel can't really blame you or Chief. Yet nothing stops his envy. Speaking of which, the feeling ebbs away when he pulls the blade out of his... "partner".

Things started to go black after that. The game was resetting. No one would know what he did. The idea makes him realize he could do this over and over again.

Yet Thel will play nice for now. While his violence felt relieving and soothing for the burning within him... he had other plans. Somehow, Thel vowed to meet you properly one day.

Then he won't have to deal with his sickly emotions anymore...

That way he'd always be chosen by you... there would be no other choice.

#yandere halo #yandere sangheili #yandere self aware au #yandere thel vadamee #yandere halo 3

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anxiousanteaterr · 18 days

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Finally getting back into d&d and i got the hugest bomb dropped on me. my dm just came out swinging as my character slowly discovered that their life was pm a lie and my sweet, sweet robot The Beekeeper may not have actually been bought on clearance by a hopeful and humble farmer, but instead was BUILT by him! And that the blueprints used to manufacture the war droids going on a crusade for the Spider Queen ARE BASED OFF OF THE EXACT UNIT MODEL FOR THE BEEKEEPER. 😭😭. WHICH WAS THE ONE EXACT FEAR HE HAD WHEN HE FIRST SAW THEM.

the dm even pulled our god cleric into another chat to show him the lore legend stuff, and then the cleric showed me after, and it turns out this little farmer guy who made The Beekeeper has been like, gutted and hooked up to a mainframe and is being used to create and power the evil ones 😭😭

so now we gotta go and stop him (the overarching goal is to basically give the army their own sentience so they hopefully wont work for the Spider Queen anymore + kill your first best friend ever haha 🙂) and im NOT!!! LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!!! The Beekeeper has only the sweetest and happiest memories of his owner/builder?? and neither he or I as the player are prepared to have to pull the plug!

The Beekeeper has also apparently been able to think and care and feel THIS WHOLE TIME? We all thought it was like, gained sentience. That's what I initally intended. Built over time. A weird quirk or a marvel of some kind. But apparently FROM THE VERY BEGINNING he was PLANNED to be able to do this. But so much of it was erased and/or locked for reasons he does not know and/or cannot remember.

I'm assuming it was to protect him, seeing as he's the only one of his unit that wasn't forced to be evil (unless THATS just bc its the newly built ones, not the old ones). I'm bracing myself for the gut-wrenching monologue both me and the Beekeeper are going to have to endure as he goes to end this poor man's life and free the robots.

This all just hit SUPER HARD in SO MANY WAYS because a huge part of the Beekeeper IS his sentience and freedom! He's very unique in this! The world this campaign takes place in has plenty of Warforged, the planet we started on is v futuristic, but the Beekeeper is not a Warforged. He is a ROBOT. Built for BEE KEEPING. Who gained (or I guess unlocked) sentience all on his own. And it started all the way back (20+ years ago) when he was first made. Part of his sentience gaining too, was getting files from the other Beekeeper units, whomst of which many of THEM gained sentience as well, and we're trying to help awaken the others. He didn't even really see the signs until after he was sentient enough to really look back on his old files and actually think on them.

THIS IS ALSO HUGE because The Beekeeper's class is "Barbarian". The way we made this work is he is just built with special kits to get juiced up and "rage". Programmed to know how to fight with Barbarian skillsets. Special mods and all that, and skills that "unlock" once the proper experience is gained (this is something he had from before meeting the party, too. His current memory for it is "a friend of the farmer modded me to be this way to help protect him from robbers", but uh... we'll see...)

His subclass though, is the "Path of the Ancestral Guardian", which I specifically picked bc of the previous Robo-Agri robots that also gained sentience. And also bc the Beekeeper's main goal in battle is to kill fast in order to protect his family (the rest of the party). He has on multiple occassions dove headfirst into battle while everyone else stays back, shielded others, and overall tries to be the main target. That part was not planned, but worked out well in the end. I also implimented the subclass in a more traditional Barbarian way.

Meaning that, for The Beekeeper (and he unlocked this when we were in the middle of an illithid dungeon), he flew into his semi-robotic, semi-sentient soul powered rage one fight when things were looking bleak, and the ghosts of previous Robo-Agri robots who had also gained sentience but paid the ultimate price for it, rose up to help out by protecting the other party members.

EVERY TIME The Beekeeper goes into a rage THE GHOSTS OF HIS FALLEN BRETHREN come to aid him! Being one of the few of robot-kind to awaken, they are willing to follow and aid a fellow sibling! And they help protect his family because thats what he wants the most! And The Beekeeper is aware of this and is very grateful for the help!

So OFC The Beekeeper going to want to help the robots who were built and/or converted to be evil! ESPECIALLY since the blueprints for them are ALMOST IDENTICAL to him, and The Beekeeper KNOWS that Aknor must have taken his creator and... did that to him... BECAUSE he saw how useful and versatile The Beekeeper is! The bitch had FRONT ROW TICKETS to see The Beekeeper NOT be an apiary tender, but be a fucking WAR MACHINE that did the job WELL.

And for The Beekeeper to just ignore that?? To just brush it off and go "eh not my problem" ??? That would be THE most ooc thing I could do.

I just RRARRRGH. This whole session has been a fucking CRISIS for The Beekeeper and for ME!!!

... i need to go lay down.

#d&d #RRARRGGH #BITING #GNASHING

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sometimes-surveys · 2 years

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32.

When was the last time you fell?: - I can't remember. It isn't something I do very often or anything. I'm guessing a couple months ago. I was trying to cuddle the dog while she was on the couch, and she kicked me in the gut, and as I was trying to get up and avoid getting kicked, I slipped off the couch and onto the floor.

What’s the last flavor of ice cream you had?: - Vanilla with rainbow sprinkles on top.

Do you know a Stephen?: - No.

Green or Purple?: - Green.

Are you currently mad at anyone?: - No.

Do you own any sundresses?: - Yeah, most of my wardrobe is made up of dresses, and like 60% of the dresses, are sundresses.

Have you done any deep cleaning recently?: - Yes. I deep cleaned the living room on Thursday.

Have you ever cooked a meal for a large group of people? - Yes, but that was in high school. We had a "Day in France" party and we had to make a French dish and bring it into class. I made three different quiches and only the teacher and my friends that were in that class ate some. To be fair, the teacher didn't do a good enough job heating any of the food up, but I can't blame the other kids for not wanting to eat cold egg.

Do you like reading peoples survey answers?: - I do! It's fun to get to know complete strangers.

Do you check your email daily?: - Yes. It's always junk or social media notifications or sale emails, but I still check and delete them. I'm not one of those people that can have a bazillion emails and just leave them in the inbox. Gotta clear 'em out.

Have you ever used a whole tube of chapstick or do you usually lose it before doing so?: - Actually, no. I mean, I don't lose them or anything, I'll just get sick of the flavor and move onto something new.

When did you last wash your hands?: - About twenty minutes ago.

Do you enjoy being outside in the rain?: - No.

What are some lyrics to the last song you listened to?: - The last song I listened to was "Swallow the Knife" by Story of the Year:

"So, our open wounds will bleed, Until our veins run dry. Now, we have to take this thorn And tear it from our side."

Do you ever read the newspaper or get all your news online or television? - Online.

Have you ever watched a meteor shower?: - Yep!

Does the number 8 have any significance to you? - Not really.

Who has the best hair that you know?: - My husband. His hair is so healthy and thick, and he doesn't even do anything special to it.

Have you ever been to an aquarium?: - Yeah.

Are you currently happy?: - I'm okay.

What’s a reason for your happiness?: - My husband and honestly, the fact that I'm not working right now. I'm just so much more chill and not bogged down by mental exhaustion. I love being a nanny, but man, being one-on-one with kids for hours and hours, everyday, can give you some serious burn out. I'm looking forward to doing what I want to do next, but I'm not stressed about it yet.

Is there a light on in the room you’re in?: - Yes.

Do you know anyone that has a birthday today?: - No.

Have you ever been to a car show? - No.

Do you like grocery shopping?: - I don't mind it. I like making the list, though, because I love making lists.

Have you ever been in a play?: - No.

Can you see a mirror from where you’re at?: - If I turn my head, yes. There's one behind me on the wall.

Do you have a large or small backyard?: - It's pretty large. We also have a large front yard.

Do you like blueberries? - Not really. I'll eat a blueberry muffin or blueberry pancakes, but just raw blueberries taste weird to me.

What’s your favorite flavored water?: - I love Polar's orange vanilla seltzer.

If given opportunity, would you go to outer space?: - Probably not. I think I would be too scared.

Do you own a record player?: - Yes.

Has religion ever come between you and somebody?: - I don't think it has. My friend groups and I never really talked about religion, and same with people I've been with romantically. It's just a topic I didn't care enough about to bring up. Unless someone is trying to push me into their religion, or shitting on my beliefs, I couldn't care less what they believe in (or not believe in) as long as they're a decent person.

When did you last have an important conversation with someone?: - On Friday.

Does caffeine cause you to get shaky?: - Not really. I don't consume that much caffeine. I'll drink a cup a coffee at most, and only if I feel like it.

Is there a scar on your body that you can’t explain? - Nah, I'm pretty sure I have a story or knowledge about every scar on my body.

Have you ever accidentally shut your finger up in a door?: - Inside of a car door, yes. It was such an odd experience, because it didn't hurt until I realized what I had done, haha. My fingernail was discolored for so long.

What would you say that most people know you for?: - I guess if I had to pick something, it would either be that I'm really good with children, or that I'm funny and/or nice.

What’s your favorite kind of juice?: - Grape juice, which is why we never have it in the house. Like, I could drink an entire container in one day, if I really wanted to.

Do you have any stuffed animals?: - I have what some would consider an embarrassing amount of stuffed animals. I have weird attachments to things from my childhood, but I also collect Squishmallows. I'm not one of those super crazy ones, though, that attack people just to get one off the shelf or anything. And I don't buy more than I like or want because I don't resell them. I just get the ones I think are adorable. Am I trying to rationalize buying stuffed animals as a grown woman? Yes, haha.

What are you up to today?: - Not much. Since I do so much around the house during the week, on the weekends, I like to relax just as my husband does when he's finished with the work week.

Do you wear hats often?: - No. I only wear hats in the winter for warmth. I do have a sunhat that I wore a couple of times this summer just because I was outside for hours.

Do you have any nieces or nephews? - I have one nephew, 3 nieces, and 2 grand-nephews.

Do you own a religious book?: - Yeah, my mom gave me a small version of the New Testament of the Bible but I've never read any of it. It feels bad giving it away or tossing it, so it's in a drawer.

Have you ever owned a wreck it journal?: - Yeah, but I never completed it. I think I might still have it.

What did you last purchase?: - I treated my husband to lunch yesterday.

What was a celebrity you liked as a kid?: - Johnny Depp, I guess. He was the first one that came to mind.

What did you last eat that was spicy?: - I put sriracha on my food earlier, so I guess that.

Have you ever had tofu?: - Yes, I love tofu. I can eat it right out of the package.

Would you or have you ever held a snake?: - Yes, I've held snakes plenty of times. I've had friends that have had them and my oldest brother used to have one.

Do you peel your apples before eating them?: - No.

Do you season your food a lot?: - Yes.

Do you ever light incense? - Not anymore. I used to be a big fan of incense, then I quit buying it. Then a few years ago, I wanted to see if I still liked it and either I just didn't, or the quality of the incense sticks I used to buy went to shit. All it smelled like was burnt paper.

Is there anything you’d like to say to someone?: - Today marks one week since my cousin passed away. I wish I could tell him that I wish I spent more time with him.

What are you currently wearing?: - A Super Mario shirt, black shorts, and my studded slides.

Have you ever gotten up in the middle of the night just to talk to someone?: - I'm sure I have.

What was the last social event you went to?: - A kid's birthday party, haha.

Do you use the word “like” excessively? - I've been told several times in my life that I use that word a lot.

What are your thoughts on horse races? - I don't care for that whole industry.

Do you watch The Simpsons or any other cartoons?: - Yes. I love 90s cartoons most, but I watch other stuff, too.

Do you find tattoos attractive?: - Sure.

If you have a car, does it have a name? - I don't have a car.

Why did you last see a doctor?: - I haven't been to the doctor in a good while. The last time I went was some years ago and I had a very bad cold that turned into a throat infection.

Do you get light headed after getting blood drawn?: - I've only had blood drawn a couple times in my life, and I was fine.

What did you first think of this morning?: - My brother. He started a new job today and I hope his day went well.

When did you last cry?: - I think Wednesday or Thursday.

What’s the funniest thing you’ve seen today?: - Probably something my husband did. He's always making me laugh. Either him, or the dog, because I've just been at home.

Have you ever been snorkeling?: - No.

Are you clumsy? - No.

Do you prefer satin, cotton, or flannel sheets?: - Cotton.

What’s your favorite kind of jam/jelly?: - Grape.

What’s on your bedside table currently?: - A holographic tray that holds this glittery, holographic, glass letter "K" that I got for Christmas last year from my folks, a cocoa butter stick I use on my lips, a small thing of lotion, and a back scratcher.

What’s the best compliment you’ve received recently?: - My mom told me that my face looked nice on Friday. My acne is clearing up (for the time being, anyway, but we'll see) so that compliment really made me feel good.

What’s some things you always make sure to pack before going on a trip?: - A toothbrush and toothpaste, extra underwear, my phone charger, and my inhaler.

What’s one of your strengths?: - Nurturing.

Have you ever spent more than $100 on a pair of shoes?: - Not for me, but for my husband, yes.

Would you say you’re an impulsive person? - No, not at all. Sometimes I wish I was, I think it would make me more fun.

What have you last been diagnosed with?: - The last diagnosis I ever got, wasn't even 100%, and it was when I got told I probably have PCOS. I have a lot of the symptoms, but it was never set in stone that I have it. The doctor was so pushy about putting me on birth control, too, after expressing that it isn't something I want to do. I ended up taking it, though, and it was the worst time ever. AND nothing even worked. I still had acne, I still had an irregular period, etc.

What’s something that makes you quirky?: - Nothing that I can think of, because everything I do is normal to me, haha.

What types of cheese do you consume the most?: - I guess mozzarella, just because when I eat cheese, it's usually just on pizza. It's not like I keep blocks of cheese around to snack on.

Do you purchase extended warranties on your electronics? - Not always.

What was the last restaurant you ate at? - Quincy's. It was my first time, but according to my husband, it used to be pretty popular when they had one in our town. We went on a day trip yesterday to another city, about two hours away from here, and they had one there. He was super excited because he hadn't been to one since he was about eight years old.

What was the last sweet beverage you had?: - Lime La Croix.

Do you believe in psychic ability? - I go back and forth.

Have you ever won any carnival games before?: - I don't think so.

What was the last fun thing you did?: - We went on a day trip yesterday, so that was pretty fun.

Do you wear glasses?: - Yes.

What song did you last have on repeat?: - Probably something of Paramore's.

When did you last have pizza delivered?: - I can't remember, it's been a while. Usually my husband will just go pick it up.

What do you normally pay for your hair cuts?: - $0. I cut my own hair or my mom will do it for me.

What’s your favorite decoration in your place of residence?: - I guess the art because with the exception of two, the rest are done by yours truly and people seem to really like it when they come over. When my dad comes over, he's always making jokes like, "Oh, must've made a wrong turn. I thought this was K's house, looks more like an art gallery" or "Is the art museum open yet?"

How many computers/laptops are in the building you’re in?: - One computer, three laptops.

Have you ever been to a rodeo?: - No.

What frosting goes best on cake?: - Vanilla.

How long does it take you to get ready? - Depends on where I'm going, but anywhere from 20 minutes to an hour.

Do you do some form of exercise daily?: - No, I should.

Have you ever won a big prize for something?: - No.

Do you think it’s true that good things come to those who wait?: - Nah, you have to work for what you want, unless you know the right people or just get lucky.

Do you show your feelings?: - Yes.

Have you ever held a chicken?: - I wish!

Would you rather feel too much or nothing at all?: - Too much because I've been medicated to where I was a complete robot, hadn't cried for months, and never laughed. I would never want to feel like that again.

Are you hard to please?: - Not really.

What is today’s date?: - October 16th, 2022.

#survey #surveys #holy crap this felt like forever

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greyslasvegas · 2 years

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Some of the stages could use a bump visually, as they occasionally have some drab or ugly textures Lost Paradise and Road Rage are the two biggest culprits here.ĭOA 6 has a full story mode, using in-game assets and voice acting to relate the shenanigans behind this version of the DOA Tournament. There feels like there are fewer transitions overall than previous games, but the ones that are around lean on the more unique stages, like taking a pterodactyl ride or being thrown by a monstrous sea creature. Stage transitions, where you hit an opponent so hard that you move to a different arena, return here. It's still doing a lot though, with vast stages full of electric fences, firecrackers, and onlookers who will literally push you back into the fight.

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Team Ninja is usually about wringing the most out of high-spec platform, but Dead or Alive 6 on PlayStation 4 Pro has aliasing, frame rate drops, and a whole bunch of ghosting. Honestly, it's hard to tell between the two at times. It has two visual modes, prioritizing either graphics or frame rate the former isn't entirely pristine, but the latter doesn't have a locked 60 fps. Graphically, Dead or Alive 6 is still mostly smooth, but the image quality isn't as good as its predecessors. The ultimate result is that Dead or Alive 6 feels more accessible, but veteran players with an understanding of timing and counters will still prevail. Other 3D fighters like Tekken have had side-steps for some time, but they add a new way to counter here. Team Ninja also beefed up DOA 6 with a new side-step move, allowing players to evade attacks for those who are just button mashing. The Break Blow not only looks cool, but in the hands of an expert, it can be used to extend combos. Damage from Break Blows is another new system for Dead or Alive 6. Finally, there's the Fatal Rush, which is a four-hit combo using the Special button the first hit stuns, and if your gauge is full, the last hit is a Break Blow. This burns a section of your meter, whether you properly counter or not, os it's a toss-up between using it for a Hold or saving it. Push away from your opponent and the Special button does the Break Hold, which does an over-the-top counter move. Like Mortal Kombat's X-Ray moves, these hits push in with a cinematic camera so you can see the hit land on an opponent's face or gut. New to the Dead or Alive franchise is the Break system-a whole new Special button backed by the Break Gauge. Fighting games are really about the footsies, and Dead or Alive understands that, meaning the barrier to entry is much lower than some other command move fighters. Punch, Kick, Throw, and Hold are all available on your face buttons for easy access, with most moves being done by a button and a direction. It seems Koei Tecmo has learned that you don't have to lay all your cards on the table at the very beginning.ĭead or Alive 6 retains the simplicity of the previous games it's not about the difficulty of executing the movesets, it's about knowing when to use which attack. Yes, there are more risque outfits available, but Dead or Alive 6 isn't starting there, making its overall presentation a little better.

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Most of the default costumes for the cast are more reserved, showing a bit less skin unless it fit with the character, like Helena and Nyotengu. Yes, jiggle physics are still around, but I didn't notice them most of the time, outside of the. | Mike Williams/USG, Koei Tecmoĭead or Alive 6 is categorized by some restraint. Dead or Alive 6 pulls back on the series' nature. Dead or Alive 5: Last Round wasn't the kind of game you'd play around family. The publisher and developer Team Ninja wanted fans to know that the game was all about dressing up the fighters in "sexy" costumes. Koei Tecmo was actually pushing the 400 available costumes, because that's where the money was. The review's first line-"My first fight in Dead or Alive 5: Last Round was against a female character wearing a bikini and high-heels."-summed up the game completely. In the early days of USG, I reviewed Dead or Alive 5: Last Round, which was a solid fighting game surrounded by a deluge of downloadable content, mostly cute or revealing costumes. It was an addition aimed at making the Virtua Fighter clone stand out in a crowded market. The first game introduced jiggle physics, where the female characters breasts would shake around in unrealistic fashion. There's more to the franchise than that, as Dead or Alive has relied on a fast and fluid combat system for every entry, but that's what comes to mind for most people when you say "Dead or Alive". More than any other major fighter, Dead or Alive has always been known for its reliance on sexualized characters.

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Can u pls write something like dark!reader x steve rogers high school AU , where R is rich spoil brat & she always had a crush on steve but she always bully him by calling him skinny and all and Then yrs later, time changes her family discarded her from will and she becomes poor and need job, got hired for PA by dark ceo!steve rogers who she bullied her all school lifee😈😈

okay this is a lot for a headcanon but I don’t have time to do a whole oneshot BUT I also really like it so we’re gonna just make a longass headcanon here we gooooo

warnings for heavy dub con, choking, slapping, degradation (by steve), bullying (by the reader), abortion mention, brief mention of/implied assault.

“heyo pipsqueak” you called out to get steve’s attention, laughing when he frowned. “looks like you grew a whole inch over summer, be sure to have your mom draw a line in pencil on the doorframe.”

he just rolled his eyes and got back to chatting with his friend. not friends, friend, cause he only had one: bucky, who snarled at you as well.

“pick on someone your own size, if you can find somebody with as big a head as you,” bucky shot back, making you scoff.

“you know, it’s a shame you hang out with this deformed freak, you could’ve been popular. you’ve got the looks for it.”

“I’d rather keep my brains, thanks,” bucky explained as you walked away with your posse of fellow popular kids.

you didn’t used to be so mean to steve. it was sort of a comedy of errors, really. you two had been friends in elementary school-- you, him, and bucky were the rambunctious trio up until middle school.

things change for boys and girls in middle school. guys just get along with each other and don’t think about it much. girls, though... girls need to be sharp. it’s eat or be eaten. and you wanted to eat.

you were lucky that you developed early. it meant that girls respected you and boys feared you-- not just for your attractive features but for the fact that you loomed a foot over most of them.

you started to take advantage of it. and by the time you realized you had feelings for your best friend steve, it was already too late-- he was at the bottom of the food chain and you were at the top.

you told your new girl friends that you wanted to take steve to the sadie hawkins. they laughed at you. for a moment, you felt what it was like to be outcast and you never wanted to feel it again. so, you told steve and bucky that you’d grown apart. and you were happy to just be former friends...

it was steve that started it. he called you out. he told you that you were nothing like who he used to know-- you had become vapid and cold and narcissistic.

“you’re so busy worrying about what other people think, you never take the time to think for yourself.” that was what he said. and it fucking hurt.

“saw you talking to your boyfriend steve the dweeb,” your friend tanya announced at lunch just a few minutes after that conversation. and you were angry, and hurt, and truly friendless despite being surrounded by other popular girls. so you said some things you could never take back.

“steve? as if. did you know he still sleeps with a security blanket? and he has his friend bucky fight for him every week cause if he took a punch he’d crumble to dust?”

and so, mortal enemies were formed. it only got worse in high school, as you fought to secure your title at the top while steve and bucky’s presence filled your heart with guilt and your gut with anger.

if only you’d known how quickly you could fall from your high horse.

it started when you dated tanya’s ex, brock. she was made so she spread a rumor that you would fuck any guy on the football team, even all of them at once.

apparently, a lot of people believed it since tanya had been your sidekick since 6th grade.

two football players believed it. and when you wouldn’t follow through on it, you got yourself a black eye.

that meant you missed school for a week because you couldn’t possibly show up looking like that. tanya told everyone it was because you got grounded and sent away to church camp after your parents caught you in bed with one of the neighbors. so now your reputation was ‘sleeps with football players and old men.’

only brock had been there for you.... but it turned out he had motives of his own. you had originally planned to wait until college, but brock was clearly wanting something in return for putting up with dating pariah #1... so you let him take your virginity.

the condom broke. when you dashed to the trash can to hurl in the middle of history class, you knew something was wrong. (and lost that many more social points in the process.)

brock dumped you the second he found out you were pregnant. didn’t even help you pay for the abortion. he got back together with tanya and told her the real reason for your ‘medical absence’. and that was the last straw for the former homecoming queen.

the humiliation drove you to some.... poor choices, for the next few years. you tried not to think about them now, but it was hard not to when their consequences were staring you right in the face: no money, no job, nearly homeless, and desperate.

over a hundred job applications later, only one had called you back and scheduled an interview. and you only needed one.

so there you were, waiting in the chilly lobby area while the receptionist typed away and chomped her gum, tapping your toes and glancing out the window occasionally.

you were surprised when you had been told your interview would be on the 51st floor. you sort of assumed it would just be some random manager interviewing you, not somebody important enough to have a waiting room like this, or a view like this.

when a man stepped out from the nearby hallway, your eyes went wide. he was tall, and handsome, and obviously muscular underneath the exquisite suit. you suddenly felt underdressed in your hand-me-down business clothes.

then he called your name. and you realized he was going to interview you.

you stood up and nodded. “you can follow me to my office,” he instructed with a smile, leading you down the hall to the corner office. you were in awe of the grandiosity of it all. you were dumbfounded when you saw CEO on the door.

“there must have been a mistake,” you explained as he shut the door behind you. “I... I’m just interviewing for an entry-level position.”

“no, there’s no mistake,” he shook his head, “I have you exactly where I want you. take a seat.”

he circled his desk and sat on the other side of it, resting his elbows on the desk and giving you an oddly smug smile. an awkward silence was finally broken when he realized, “you must not remember me.”

“I... have we met?”

“I don’t blame you, I look pretty different,” he shrugged. “I must’ve grown a whole inch this summer.”

you gave him a confused look before realization dawned on you, along with shame, and fear.

“oh... oh my god, Steve?!” you squawked. he just grinned. “you look... you look...”

“taller?”

sexy.

“you look great!” you said aloud instead.

“yeah,” he agreed, “wish I could say the same for you.”

you swallowed dryly. “so that’s what you want,” you sighed, “to get back at me. I understand. I deserve it...”

“I don’t want revenge,” he denied. “I’m just sorry to see you haven’t been... thriving, since high school. your job history--” he scanned your resume briefly-- “well, you don’t have one. have you been slumming it all this time?”

“without my parents’ money? yeah,” you admitted.

“surprised you applied here, instead of turning tricks on 5th and Columbus.”

your back straightened and your eyes went wide at that comment.

“I mean, you’re already dressed for it,” he smirked.

you stood up and crossed your arms. “if you’re just going to insult me, then I’ll leave now. I’m sorry for everything I did to you, steve,” you announced, voice shaky with oncoming tears.

“can you really afford to leave?” he pressed. “if you have a chance at a job?”

that, unfortunately, got your attention. “you... you might actually offer me something?”

“I will offer you something,” he corrected, “if you just sit down and listen.”

you relented, returning to your seat. you could stand a lot more insults if there was money on the line.

“to be honest, there’s no way I can hire you for the position you applied for,” he sighed. “you’re just underqualified. but I think I can create a position for you.”

you liked the sound of that. “what kind of position?”

“well, that’s tricky, seeing as you don’t have any skills,” he frowned, “except one. so that’s the one I plan on using.”

the look in his eyes made it all too clear what he was referring to, but as you shrunk into the leather chair he went ahead and clarified.

“I’ll pay you whatever salary you saw in the ad. but you won’t be doing data analysis or office management or anything like that. all you’ll be doing is spreading your legs for me whenever I fucking want.”

fear shot up your spine; his eyes were devouring you, pinning you to the chair, and you tried to process that. “I--”

“before you say anything,” he interrupted immediately, “let’s just be perfectly clear that this might be your only shot at a real job. what I’m offering has better pay than stripping, and better benefits than hooking. and unless you have any education or experience I don’t know about, you’re totally fucked.”

“seems like I’m fucked either way,” you mumbled, making him laugh.

“see, you’ve still got that sharp tongue,” he grinned. “can’t wait to put it to better use.”

maybe it was just desperation for cash. maybe it was because he was good-looking and you could do a lot worse. maybe it was because, on some level, you felt like you deserved his punishment after how horribly you’d treated him.

“I’ll do it,” you sighed. “when do I start?”

he stood up and reached across the desk to grab your neck, glaring at you. “right now.”

his free hand was already fumbling with his belt, the one on your throat guiding you downwards. “on your knees,” he instructed, and you slipped out of the chair and onto the floor.

he let go of your neck and you figured he was going to come to you, but instead he stood still and demanded: “crawl.”

debasing as it was, you crawled on your knees to his side of the desk, and he laughed at you bitterly. when you reached his feet and popped back up, you gasped at the sight of his hard cock right in front of your face. it was bigger than your face. and it was dripping precum.

“don’t get so bug-eyed, you can handle it,” he grinned. “if your mouth’s as big as I remember...”

you didn’t want to hear any more. you just wanted to get this over with, so you quickly took his head between your lips and started to suck. you were shocked when he slapped you, hard enough to knock his length from your mouth and to make you reach up and clutch your stinging cheek.

“fucking whore,” he grimaced, “did I say you could put it in your mouth? god, you’re so fucking desperate. just open your fucking mouth and I’ll show you what I want, okay?”

you nodded and stammered an apology, looking up at him with watery eyes and an open mouth. he swiped the latest drop of precum on your tongue before gliding his cock over it, grabbing your hair to keep you steady as he pushed himself to the back of your throat.

“fuck, that’s better,” he sighed. “so much better when you just do what you’re told. I remember how you used to be so cruel with this mouth. now you’re being so welcoming...”

you just sat there and let him use your mouth, trying not to gag when he hit your throat.

“look up at me,” he instructed, “yeah, that’s it. can’t have you forgetting who’s doing this to you, now can we?”

that went on for a bit longer until mascara-stained tears streaked your face, which he seemed rather proud of.

“damn, wouldn’t mind having you swallow my come right now,” he admitted, “but I have bigger plans. get up, bend over my desk.��

you coughed briefly when he pulled out, but did as you were told. he instantly yanked your skirt up over your ass and spanked you several times roughly, making you sob and whine.

“wanna see this ass all bruised up in the shape of my hand,” he explained. “so we can both remember how hard I fucked you.”

he tore your panties like they were paper, chuckling when he found you already wet.

“dripping already, just from choking on my cock? poor baby...”

you spread your legs slightly, though you were sure nothing was going to adequately prepare you for his size.

“you figured out how to use birth control since graduating, right?” he asked, and you nodded quickly. “good. cause I’m not using a condom,” he continued as he let his cock glide over your folds, groaning slightly, “and there’s no way in hell I’m pulling out.”

he pushed forward in one brutal stroke, making you cry out loudly. you really hoped these rooms were mostly soundproof.

“shit, you’re tight,” he hissed, already pulling back and thrusting back in. “clearly you recovered from your years of slutting it up in high school.”

“that-- that wasn’t true,” you defended.

“oh, just shut up,” he growled.

he fucked you fast and deep, his hips pushing yours into the edge of his desk with each thrust. his hands pinned you down at your shoulders, another reminder that you were entirely at his mercy.

“fuck, this is just what you needed... somebody to put you in your place. makes sense that it should be me, since you hated me so much.”

“I didn’t h-hate you,” you hiccuped.

“yeah, you wanted me, didn’t you?”

“always,” you admitted.

“wanted my fat fuckin’ cock to tear up your pussy? is that it?”

“yes,” you moaned, “yes, steve, wanted to be yours.”

“even when I was skinny and short?”

“even when you hated me,” you added.

he growled slightly and you felt your walls tighten around him suddenly. he chuckled, clearly aware that you were enjoying this.

“you want more, baby? want me to fuck you harder?”

“whatever you want,” you answered instead. “just use me however you want.”

he moaned and leaned down to cage your body in with his. “fuck, baby... you’re taking this better than I thought you would. such a good girl for me, huh? such a good little slut. want me to use you, baby? take all my anger out on you?”

“yes,” you whispered, sobbing when he began to fuck you more brutally than you thought possible. but it felt good. so good that your legs were shaking, so good that you felt even better when he tugged your hair.

“yeah, gonna come on my cock, aren’t you?”

you nodded and bit your lip.

“m’ close too,” he admitted, “you’re gonna be so full of my come, it’s gonna be dripping down your legs when you walk out of here...”

your orgasm made your body shake and your eyes roll back.

“fuck, I can feel you coming,” he groaned, “fuck, just like that-- fuck!”

you felt his warmth fill you as his cock flexed against your walls. you were busy trying to catch your breath when he slumped down on top of you and pushed the air from your lungs.

“damn... didn’t think I was gonna come that fast,” he sighed. “see what you do to me? fuck, I knew this was a good idea.”

sure, it felt good, but you were sure he was only going to get rougher and meaner the longer this went on. you couldn’t imagine how you were going to get out of here without somebody noticing your wrinkled clothes, messed-up hair and, as he’d pointed out himself, come all over your thighs.

“guess I’ll see you at 8am tomorrow, huh?” he chuckled, giving you an unexpected peck on the cheek. you couldn’t answer, though, interrupted by the phone on his desk ringing. “oh, sorry, gotta get this.”

he reached for the phone and picked it up, bringing to his ear all without pulling out of you or even lifting his body from on top of yours.

“bucky, hey,” steve grinned as he spoke into the phone, looking down at you and stroking your hair, “you’re not gonna believe who I ran into today...”

#dark!steve rogers x reader #ceo!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers hc #dark!steve rogers smut #Anonymous

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chungster2605 · 3 years

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How I imagine the haikyuu boys would fight or if I think they could (don’t question it, I saw a TikTok):

Hinata: lots of kicks honestly, the boy has combos though, hinata is a pacifist though, but if it came down to it, I think hinata has the potential to beat some ass. But like he’s not overly strong so there are no big hits. 6.5/10 in the do they have hands scale.

Kageyama: I don’t think he’s a great fighter after the first blow, hinata kind of has the reflex thing, but Kageyama is a monster volleyball player; hinata is a monster athlete. He could slap the shit out of you, but I don’t know if he’s whooping ass. 4.5/10.

Tsukki: Never has got in a fight, honestly… I can see him having hands, he’d analyze their mojo or whatever and like taunt and get a good ol one and done, night night punch in. 7.5/10

Yamaguchi: Only if they insult Tsukki or someone important, he won’t kick ass for himself. Aggressive, very slappy. He just starts swinging his arms and surprisingly makes contact. 7/10

Suga: He decks people and punches their lights out. He doesn’t box or mess around; they just straight up get decked and beat the frick up. 9/10

Daichi: don’t mess with him. At this point, call him night quill, because he’ll put you to sleep with ease. 11/10 don’t try to run hands with him unless you are elite

Tanaka: I think he can curbstomp people; him and Noya are pros at jumping people. I mean if the shoe fits I guess, he’s not better than hinata, but enthusiasm makes up for lack of skill. If he gets you to the ground you’re done. Again the tag team with Noya is elite. Mostly punches, not many kicks. 5.5/10

Noya: Aboslute wild card, you really never know what he’s going to do, he’s really doing they most. Biting scratching spitting, are all on the table. Expect some shin kicks. Him and the Tanaka duo is unstoppable. 6/10

Coach Ukai: Bet you didn’t expect his name huh? Well guess what? He’s running the whole show. Man has hands, feet, you name it, he can kick ass with it. Honestly the epitome of badass. 100/10

Kuroo: I don’t think he has hands… well I mean, maybe… he’s pretty smart… I guess he could like Matrix out of the way of punches, but like… he’s so gangly… I guess longer arms mean longer reach… so I think he’d be a better Tsukki, I take back my gut statement. But I still think that Daichi will humble the both of them at the same time. 8/10

Kenma: Feral when the situation calls for it, like Noya, but less energetic. Don’t fight Kenma. 7.5/10 but he will whoop anyone on this list, don’t get it twisted. If he’s mad enough to fight, noting can stop him

Bokuto: Do you really need to ask? Of course he has hand. My guy is built like a train. He’s not as slick with it as Daichi, who just straight up puts you to sleep, but if and when he lands a hit, even if you don’t take a quick snooze from it, unless you a feral Kenma, you are most likely out of commission. 9/10

Akaashi: I—- I want to say that he’s like a better kageyama, but something tells me that he has no reserves when he fights, that little bit of snark he has takes over his soul and he just beats on the other person. Pure rage once someone tries to fight. After kicking some bootay, he will straighten up his tie and walk away like nothing happened. 10/10

Tendo: He’s actually deranged. Of course he can fight. Black Air Force energy. You hit him and he asks for another. He starts fight for fun. 9/10

Ushijima: One Punch. South Paw. That’s it. When this man slaps the soul out of your body, he will hit you so hard that you actually open a rift and time and when you reach your destination, you end up 300 years in the past. That’s how hard he will rock your shit. Just pray that he puts you to sleep on contact. He’ll apologize afterwards though. 12/10

Oikawa: Very slappy, he hits freaking hard though. 7.5/10

Iwaizumi: Has been around the block a few times if you know what I mean. Has power and experience, not a lot of people can beat him. Seasoned fighter, lots of punches, practically a boxer 8.5/ 10

Johzenji High: they as a group just jump people. They can’t fight for shit, but they team up and take people down. 7/10 as a unit 2/10 for individual skill.

#haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu #hinata shouyou #kageyama #oikawa toru #iwaizumi hajime #ushijima wakatoshi #sugawara koshi #haikyuu daichi #karasuno #tanaka ryuunosuke #nishinoya yuu #akaashi keji #bokuto #kuroo testuro #kozume kenma #shiritorizawa #nekoma #sejoh

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noritawe · 2 years

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genshin impact volleyball headcanons (male edition)

{for future fanfic purposes}

coach:

Zhongli: grandpas don't play, nah uh 🙄; never picks favorites and knows when to switch players. pays special attention to his teams mental state but isn’t an emotional person at all.

Aether: is actually not even a coach but has a great strategic sense and so he gets to choose the players for each game as Zhongli trusts his insight. the emotional backbone of the team.

right side hitters:

Itto: would rip the net tbh, really fun to watch, has great force in his hits but tends to play without much rational thinking.

Kaeya: honestly is just a huge show off, doesn’t really care for the game if no one is watching but if they are then oh dear; you are in for one hell of a game..

Diluc: can’t be bothered to care about the game unless he’s on the court at the same time as Kaeya; in such scenario all he cares about is over-shining the said boy

Venti: despite being short he manages being a hitter quite well. he doesn't really care about competitive play, he just likes to pass the ball around so he usually just heats the bleachers. he adores a good back row hit and is a top tier back row player which compensates for his lack of first row presence.

Albedo: is too short to actually block any proper hits but play very smartly and relies on tactics and passes rather than blocks. has good hits but focuses rather on where the ball goes instead of how hard he hits.

liberos:

Bennett: poor boy would get it in the face lowkey all the time, BUT even so his passes are close to perfect on a constant basis.

Gorou: loves to roll around and is generally a good libero. quite hyperactive but with a sport like this that isn't a problem at all.

Razor: has MAD instincts. can predict a hit just by a flick of a wrist and is very competitive, he is kinda bad at communicating with the team though

opposites:

Xiao: short, but can jump hella fucking high. has powerful hits and he’s generally good at blocking. very competitive and stresses a lot over the game

Chongyun: very slow thinker and usually not much help when it comes to blocking but has killer hits and superb passes. also is biased by Xingqiu so gets loads of very nice sets if the two are on court at the same time.

setters:

Xingqiu: smart and tactical, has a good strategic mindset, tends to get cocky though

Kazuha: calm and settled, good at calming his mates and turning a situation around

centers:

Thoma: is your friendly neighborhood center, the one you can always count on. has some huge potential and is a perfect center with his height and all that, but is just too friendly for his own good

Childe: VERY cocky, has some nice power in his hits but relies way too much on gut feels when it comes to blocking. also super fucking competitive

Ayato: calm and tactical with powerful hits and nice blocks but generally a very selfish player. he’s a super attractive player and oh boy does he know it

#volleyball #genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #childe #zhongli

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ukaiknowsbest · 3 years

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breaking down Ace of Diamond - the "Hero's Journey."

Using the model/guide presented by Overly Sarcastic Productions in their youtube video Trope Talk: The Hero's Journey, I will attempt to discuss how Sawamura Eijun's story in DnA is his Hero's Journey to becoming an ace pitcher in the Japanese HIgh School Baseball environment.

Blue from OSP put forward the 12 basic parts of the Hero's Journey Cycle. The illustration below will be our reference. I simplified a graph made by Signy Wilson in order to match OSP's less rigid guide.

disclaimer: I am by no means any kind of expert. I was just fascinated when I learned about the Hero's Journey as a general trope/framework when it came to writing stories. I want to apply what I learned by breaking down the story created by Terajima Yuuji in Ace of Diamond.

A. ORDINARY WORLD

STAGE 1. THE HERO IN HIS NATURAL ENVIRONMENT

Hero: Sawamura Eijun. Captain and Ace Pitcher of middle school baseball team. He has no formal training in baseball whatsoever but was the one who gathered and convinced his friends to start a baseball club. He's the best player in their small team. Good at sports but bad at academics .

He is generally a baseball idiot and quite a naive/simple guy with a strong heart. He does not have any idea what competitive and pro baseball looks like because not only does he not have experience but also he does not watch the broadcasts on tv/radio at all.

Ordinary World of the Hero: rural town in Nagano Prefecture, where Sawamura formed a small baseball team with his childhood friends. Acording to him, as long as they all stay together they can always play baseball anywhere.

STAGE 2. THE CALL TO ADVENTURE

2.1 Problem/why hero's ordinary world is going to crumble: - He lessened his chances of being scouted/accepted in a good baseball school after he btchslapped an entire opponent team and the umpires in their first and only match as middle school team in Saitama Stadium.

He also has low chance of being accepted into the high school in their area (where his friends are all going to) because he struggles with his academics a lot.

Unless he does something he won't be able to be together with his friends and/or play baseball at all.

2.2 Caller of the adventure - Takashima Rei pursues Sawamura into Nagano Prefecture in order to scout him as a sports scholar for Seido High School, a baseball powerhouse school located in the West Division of Tokyo Prefecture.

2.3 medicine/ solution to hero's crumbling world: being a sports scholar for Seido. This would solve almost all of Sawamura's highschool enrollment problem and also give him the chance to play as much baseball as he wants.

STAGE 3. REFUSAL TO THE CALL

3.1 reluctance to go: Sawamura refuses to leave Nagano despite Rei's "sales pitch" to him and his family. He doesn't want to leave his friends just to play baseball in a stronger school far away because he had promised his friends that they would always stick together.

3.2 hero punished for this - his grandpa literally smacks/slaps him in being stupid and doubting his friends.!!! / technically circumstances are already punishing him for being a hotblooded baseball idiot in the first place.

3.3 do you think you have a choice - this is probably the only chance he'll get to play baseball with all his strength AND finish highschool.

B. EXTRAORDINARY / UNKNOWN WORLD

Venturing out into more competitive/pro baseball is a world beyond him. It's scary and unknown and he'd rather defeat bigger teams than leave his friends.

STAGE 4. CROSSING THE THRESHOLD

4.1 crossing physical threshold - Rei persuades him to at least check the school out with his own eyes. They leave Tokyo together for one visit.

4.2. crossing a metaphorical threshold - in that visit, sawamura, picks a fight with a senior who's bound for baseball drafts, works together with a nationally acclaimed catcher in defeating the senior player, thus changing his worldview because he had so much fun.

4.2. conscious and irreversible decision - Because of the experience he goes home conflicted. His family encourages him in their own way to follow his guts and heart and go to Tokyo.

STAGE 5. REALM OF ADVENTURE

5.1 hero learns to navigate the unknown world - Sawamura learns the harsh realities of being in a baseball school once he actually starts to live there. Our boy also gets educated in Baseball and Pitching 101. He also finds out the true personality of the catcher he played with before.

5.2 meeting allies/rivals/mentors - he learns about the team better when he meets a whole bunch of people: batchmates, coaches and senpais. He builds interesting dynamics with all of them.

5.3 trials and initial failures - Sawamura undergoes difficult initial training and is barely allowed to play in matches.

5.4 meeting enemies - Sawamura being allowed to play as relief pitcher in the games and face talented pitchers and scary batters mostly in tense situations.

5.5 growth, new skills - Sawamura grows with each match, thus bolstering his confidence. Sometimes he falters but he learns from his mistakes.

5.6 first major success - striking out scary batters with each new thing he learns.

5.7 major challenge that leads to downfall - seido vs inashiro finals match where he goes in full of confidence and courage but then he and his team gets defeated in a devastating way.

STAGE 6. BELLY OF THE WHALE

6.1 lowest point of hero where hero physically or metaphorically goes down - one month after their major defeat, a lot of intense practice matches and change in team dynamics, the team find out that Sawamura has the YIPS. This condition took away Sawamura's ability to pitch in his trademark style/ the only thing he was good at.

6.2 hero's darkest hour - without the ability to pitch, Sawamura questions his reality and why he is still on the team.

6.3 Face and overcome inner demons - with a lot of help from allies and mentors, Sawamura finds a way to bring back a bit of his ability.

STAGE 7. ROAD OF TRIALS

7.1 Discarding old self - In the duration of his downfall and eventual healing, Sawamura turns to books, meditation and becomes even more careful in maintaining his form and body.

7.2 Accepting the new role - instead of fixating on the ace position like before, Sawamura is just glad that he is still allowed to pitch as relief.

7.3 Finding path out of the belly of the whale/The road back - After figuring out a solution to fix his pitching, he focuses on it and regains some of his ability. Sawamura is then allowed to play in matches. Just like before, he improves little by little as he recovers from each failure. He gains fresher mindset and new weapons, thus becoming an even stronger pitcher than he ever was before.

7.4 more trials - they face new opponent schools and old but improved opponents which test the best of Sawamura and the team's ability

STAGE 8. PRE SHOWDOWN BREATHER

every major match in ace of diamond has this part of the story but usually the most critical breather episode is the one before the final match.

8.1 show humanity of other characters - Somethng bad happens to the other mc without Sawamura knowing. This could absolutely wreck their chances of winning the final match. This shows that the other guys are not 100% invincible after all.

8.2 last chance to relax. - calm before the storm. It is also the time where they finalize sawamura's weapons.

8.3 quiet moment to reminisce - usually happens before each match. However the night before the finals was the major one because their old senpais went to visit their practice and encourage them.

STAGE 9. CLIMAX / STEPPING UP TO THE CHALLENGE

9.1 Final Showdown - Sawamura helps in the team defense with the best of his ability and weapons and he succeeds. Their team eventually wins Fall Tournament even with a few setbacks.

9.2 Apotheosis - Sawamura's worldview changed once he realises that even with his improvement and skill, his goal of being the ace is still out of reach for him.

9.3 Ultimate Boon - Sawamura gets to be a pivotal member of their baseball team and can play baseball as much as he wants with his team.

STAGE 7. ROAD OF TRIALS start again after the Fall Tournament Act 1 because Sawamura faces new challenges in Ace of Diamond Act 2.

Meiji Jingu Tournament - Play in matches without Miyuki

WInter camp and break - Intense Physical Training and development and improvement of his weapons which he will use and improve on throughout the rest of Act 2.

Spring Koshien where he realises that he has to do more in order to surpass the current ace which was Furuya.

Start of New Term/ Practice Matches - Sawamura and co. meets their new kouhai and team dynamics shift once again.

Spring Tournament / Summer Tournament - Sawamura meets old foes and new enemies. He also becomes the Ace Pitcher of the team, which adds more pressure on his part.

ACT 2 STAGE 8. PRE SHOWDOWN BREATHER

This is the big and long one before Summer Tournament Finals match where injuries and problems were discussed and feelings were explored.

ACT 2 STAGE 9. CLIMAX

Final (Or most hyped and awaited rematch) Seido vs Inashiro in order to qualify for Summer Koshien Nationals.

**everything after this point will be prediction and just my opinion

STAGES 7-9 start again

Koshien Nationals Arc.

STAGE 10. CROSSING THE RETURN THRESHOLD

Miyuki/3rd years retirement/graduation. Sawamura and his batch will have to lead the team.

STAGE 11. THE REWARD

Sawamura gets to play with his team as ace pitcher.

STAGE 12 / STAGE 1. THE HERO IN HIS NATURAL ENVIRONMENT

Sawamura may become both ace and captain, same as his role back in his middle school team, albeit in a stronger school. Even if he won't be the next captain, as ace he will still be in a strong leadership position.

CONCLUSION

That's how Ace of Diamond is written in the style of A HERO'S JOURNEY.

Act 1 writing especially followed the trope quite rigidly.

Notes:

I still don't want Sawamura to be the next captain. I hope that does not happen. However if it does, it means the story will have gone back full circle. That would be quite poetic ngl.

Gotta applaud Terajima's pacing. Can you believe that the story only reached its lowest and most pivotal point at around episode 70 of the anime???? thank godt that after ep 63 I read spoilers about yips arc in tv tropes or else i would have dropped the series completely.

I had difficulty in classifying the events after the climax stage into hero's journey stages because technically sawamura has not gone "home" yet. Moreover the challenges and trials just kept on piling up after Fall Tournament.

In this whole story, Sawamura has experienced only one true "Belly of the Whale stage" during his YIPS arc. I don't think he really came to a low point in Act 2 other than his first official match as Ace Pitcher. I treated that in the same vein as the effects of Raichi's first homerun off Sawamura back in Act 1.

I realized that having stages 7-9 recur starting from Meiji Jingu to the current summer tournament is what made reading Act 2 quite frustrating for me. That's at least 5-6 arcs of endless roller coaster ride loops.

I consider Miyuki's departure to be the "CROSSING THE RETURN THRESHOLD" moment because playing with him was the major reason for Sawamura's decision to study and play in Tokyo. Something will change Sawamura when this eventually happens.

As Blue from OSP said, the Hero's Journey is just a general guide/framework to writing stories. It is flexible, writers don't even have to use it or all of its parts to make a good story. Terajima just seemed to have adopted A LOT of the hero's journey trope in his baseball series.

I wanted to add more pictures tbh but tumblr is a killjoy :(

This was a fun thought exercise. There were probably even some parts which I have used the tropes wrongly. Please feel free to dispute me.

I talked about Sawamura's mentors here (x).

#sawamura eijun #sports anime #ace of diamond #daiya no a #daiya meta #daiya discuss #hero's journey #long post #daiya thoughts

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evertriedsoywithyourpopcorn · 3 years

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5 Reasons Roman Is Infuriating (And Why I DO NOT have a crush on him)

Chapter 4: A Date With Destiny

Read on AO3 Chapter 1

Word count: 2991

Tw: Food, Almost an innuendo, Fear of not being accepted for orientation

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"I think I'm ready."

Logan looks at himself in the mirror, adjusting his bowtie. He hadn't gone super extra with his 'date' outfit, despite Roman's insistence to go big or go home. (Which wouldn't really matter, as Thomas is home right now, and therefore they wouldn't need to go very far.)

Just a few changes, to treat himself. The blue striped bowtie, obviously, some black dress pants, black socks and a black dress shirt instead of a polo. He also tried out a new shampoo, just for that extra self-care. That may sound like a fairly big change, but Roman looked uncomfortable when he presented the outfit.

Roman waves his hand about, diverting his eyes. "Ugh, whatever. You look great. I still think a full tux would've been a better choice."

"That would most likely be overdressing. I don't want to go into this date looking like a buffoon, now do I?" He retorted, slipping on his dress shoes. They're sleek and black, with a heel that gives him just that extra added height.

"Pfft, coming from the Nerdy Professor! You look like a buffoon all the time, I'm just doing you a favor."

"You don't think I'm ready like this?" Logan asks.

"You do. You're rocking it. No romo." Roman says, giving him an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

"No... Romo?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah. Like... Uh, romantic. I invented it. Just now." Roman says, nervously fiddling with his sash.

"Oh." And if that doesn't feel like a metaphorical stab to the gut, Logan's not sure what it is.

Roman stands for a few seconds in silence, before looking away, into the mirror. "Now, go get your Daisy, Loguigi."

"That was a stretch, but thank you." Logan takes Roman's hand, squeezes it (he's sure Roman won't mind. He may think of it as a reassurance to calm Logan's nerves. Logan thinks of it as he wants to hold Roman's hand), and walks to the door.

"Logan-" Roman says before he can leave, and Logan turns back to him. He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, and seems to realize that Logan's waiting for him to say something. His hand reaches towards him, then recedes.

"Yes?"

"Good luck." He slumps, giving what seems to be an encouraging smirk. Logan nods, adjusing his bowtie once more, and strutting out of the room. If he had a cape, it would be flowing behind him dramatically, due to the sheer energy of his determination. Tonight is going to be the start of a big change.

"Alright Patton, prepare yourself for the strangest date you'll ever go on." He says in full confidence.

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Patton sat at the dining table, feeling certainly awkward. Things certainly looked... Different. It was dim, mostly because the only light sources were an array of candles and a strand of fairy lights. There was a silky tablecloth thrown over the table, and a lovely bouquet of red roses in a glass vase as the centerpiece. There were also two glasses, and a bottle of red wine. Soft violin music played from an unknown source.

Usually this was something Patton would coo at. He always loved romance between people. Whenever Thomas and his boyfriends over the years hung out, it would be all he'd talk about. How happy he is for them. He'd even help Roman out with helping Thomas in his gestures of romance. It's true, Patton loved romance.

However, not when it was directed at himself.

He didn't want to be rude and leave, obviously. Logan set this up, and the last thing Patton wanted to do was break his heart beyond repair. He loves Logan as a friend, and he cares about him, and the emotions he barely lets himself show.

Patton twiddles with his thumbs, sweating quite a bit. He wonders what Roman has to do with this. He's certainly not also going to be here, unless this is a three-way date. That is unlikely, as there are only two chairs. Perhaps he's the wing-man? That would make sense, as he's much better in the romance category than Logan. But wait a minute, why would he help? Doesn't Roman-

"This is atmospheric." Patton gets pulled out of his thoughts by Logan standing there, looking at the decor. He takes a seat. Pouring himself a glass of the wine, he takes a big sip, before setting it down. "Patton, I have something to tell you."

Oh no.

Patton's sweating buckets now. "B-before you do, I just want to tell you that I respect you Logan, and that you're a very good person, and that I cherish the time we spend together, but I guess I haven't told you some very important information about myself, and I hope this doesn't hurt you too bad, it's that-" He takes a deep breath, about to spill. He's always been scared of this moment. Didn't he already tell Logan? Does he not believe in his identity? Patton opens his mouth to speak.

"You're aromantic. I know that Patton, and I respect that. Your orientation is completely justified and valid. I was going to tell you that this was not my idea. I do not harbor any romantic feelings for you, and I certainly don't expect you to either." Logan says, taking another sip of wine.

"Oh."

Well, that makes Patton feel much better.

"Then... Why are we here?" He asks, the nervous feeling replaced by confusion.

"Well..." Logan blushes as red as the wine. "I happened to be... Discussing my 'lack' of romantic feelings for... a side, which I realised was in fact a falsehood, and then that side happened to swoop in right after I realized, and mistook my presentation for being about you. Therefore, he decided to set us up."

The cogs in Patton's brain start to turn. He's not exactly known to be the brightest of the bunch, but he thinks he can decipher this one.

"Nm...Teh... Oh, it's Roman." He looks at Logan, who lowers his head into his hands.

"Yes. Yes it is." He admits.

"So, he doesn't know." Patton concludes.

"No, no he doesn't."

The words finally settle in, and Patton's face brightens significantly in a matter of milliseconds. "Oh my god! Logan! You like him!" He stands up, and jumps for joy. He twirls around the room a few times, and then pulls up Logan and gives him a hug. "I'm so proud of you kiddo."

"Thank you Patton. It certainly felt strange admitting it." Sighs, hugging him back. They break off soon after.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Patton asks, a little bit worried.

"I don't think I'm quite ready yet." They both sit down. "That's actually why I'm here. I was wondering if we could keep up a sort of facade for a while, until I'm ready to tell Roman. Obviously, we won't make anything official, but I could use your help, as I am not very skilled in this romance business, and we could use fake dates as a sort of counseling session. I could.. Use your help." Logan admits.

Patton is surprised, but delighted. "Oh! Well, thank you for telling me kiddo. I wouldn't mind helping you out." He pats Logan' shoulder encouragingly. "Do you... have a plan?"

"Not yet. I didn't want to start without you, in case I would need to scrap the whole thing." Logan takes another sip of wine.

“That’s absolutely A-okay. I don’t know if I’d be much help today though, cause this roller-coaster ‘date’ has really tired me out!” Patton says. (He’s never quite been put on the spot, and then given a plot twist like that one before. Oh wait, haha, he has.) He needs a bit of a mental break before he does any of that adultery thinking.

Logan looks around the room. “We aren’t on a roller coaster.”

“It’s an expression.” Patton clarifies. He sighs, adjusting himself on the seat. “I forgot that I haven’t come out to Roman yet. Or the others, for that matter.”

“You don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable. There’s never a bad reason not to come out.” Logan assures him, finishing his glass of wine. “And if you ever need my help, I will be there to support you in whatever ways I can.”

“Alrighty kiddo.” He smiles, looking to the kitchen.

“Do we have any leftover cookies?”

Patton suddenly looks guilty. “Well… About that.”

“Patton.” Logan’s gaze snaps to him, surprised. “Last time I checked, there were at least five left.”

“It wasn’t just me! Janus had one too!” He pleads, stating his case.

“One? That leaves four.” Logan squints at him. “I wanted at least two more for myself.”

A light in Patton’s brain ignites, and he jumps up. “Oh! What do you say we turn this into a baking ‘date’ then??” He does over exaggerated quotations with his hands on ‘date’.

“Bake ‘date’ it is then.” Logan fixes his bowtie in steely determination, and they both make their way to the kitchen.

~~~

“How did the date go?” Roman asks when Logan returns to his room, a giant fluffy red robe draped over himself, face mask on, and nails in the process of being painted. He’s got some showtunes that Logan doesn’t know the name of playing from a vinyl record player, which is illogical, because he’s pretty sure the musical is modern and that they can’t play voices, but he doesn’t comment.

“It went surprisingly… Well. He told me he may need a few more dates to make a decision.” Logan lies, trying to put anything other than indifference in his voice.

“Oh.” Roman looks taken aback for a second. “That’s great Specs. I’m proud of you.” The shaky hand he was painting swerves off to the side, and nail polish gets all over his finger. He looks at it, sighs, and puts the brush back into the bottle.

“You know, it isn’t a good idea to paint your nails in bed.” Logan sits on the edge, (of his own bed. Strange how Roman didn't just go back to his own room. He’s quite the stark contrast, him and his items bright red in a sensible dull, midnight blue room.) and turns his torso to face him.

“But it’s so much more dramatiiic. Besides, you told me not to touch your desk, and I am a princ- uh, a man of my word.” He laughs a little nervous laugh. “Besides, I can just clean it up with the powers of magic.”

“That’s nice.” Logan says, distracted by Roman’s nails. He’s hiding the hand he messed up. On his non-dominant hand, he has masterfully done nails, red with golden designs, such as a crown on his middle finger, a flower pattern on his pointer, thumb and pinky, and on the ring finger there’s an ‘L’...

Logan gently extends his hand. “Can I see?”

“Oh, um, yeah.” Roman lets him take his hand. Up close he notices that the gold is sparkly. Certainly a touch that is in character.

“What does the ‘L’ stand for?” Logan asks, looking at him.

Roman seems to burst red in the face. “O-Ooh it means ‘Left’. I… Often forget which direction is which, so I put it on my nails to remember. There’s no second meaning behind it or anything. Not at all.” He smiles wide.

Now Logan suspects there may be a second meaning, but he does not comment. “Is it okay for me to see your other hand?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t want to, I mean, it’s not nearly as good and it isn’t at all finished and I just made a mistake-”

“I didn’t ask if I would want to see it. I asked if you were okay with me seeing it.” Logan cuts his self-deprecating ramble off, assuring him softly. “I won’t look for the imperfections if you don’t want me to.”

“I…” Roman sighs and nods. “Go ahead.”

Logan takes Roman’s right hand gently with his own, and brings it close enough to inspect. It retains the same colors, but even with just the base red layer it looks a little bit less neatly done. The color extends past the cuticle, and you can see little bumps and imprints of things that accidentally touched the nail before it could fully dry. It wasn’t bad, per se, because those things could easily be fixed without removing the entire coating, but it probably seemed pretty bad to Roman when comparing it to his other hand. And then there was the streak, which was unfortunate but can be arranged.

“I can help you with this hand, if you’d like.” He offers, much to Roman’s surprise.

“Sure… But you don’t have to-”

“Preposterous. I want to help, and although I am not a master in the arts and creating designs, I happen to be a master duplicator. I believe Virgil described it as ‘cloning but like without the technology part and shit’. I even remade an exact duplicate of a frankly disgusting and creepy doll for Remus from scratch.”

“Oh.” Roman laughs softly. “Talented.”

“Yes. I am.” Logan says, internally giddy from the compliment. He uncaps the nail polish remover from a very fancy tray, where all the supplies are stationed on. “We just need this for the stain.” He takes a cotton pad, letting go of Roman’s hands to wet it, and recaps the bottle. He retakes Roman’s right hand, and lightly swipes the pad across the smear.

“You smell like baking.” Roman notes, barely over a whisper.

“That makes sense. We did some baking. Mostly me, and he kind of watched until they were ready to decorate.” He places the cotton pad in a little glass junk bowl on the tray.

“Are you sure he’s not just going to use these dates to make him cookies?” He says lightheartedly, tapping his other hand along to the sound of the music.

“Perhaps” Logan laughs a little bit. “Actually, I set aside a bunch for you. They’re in a bag, wrapped in a ribbon. That usually wards off everyone else from eating what’s inside for a few days, but do get to them before the fourth day because that’s often when Remus loses his patience.” He doesn’t admit that it was a spur of the moment decision, and that he felt like a lovesick fool setting aside those for him. He did admit that to Patton though, who chuckled.

“Mmm, thank you. What kind?” Roman asks, as Logan uncaps the red nail polish bottle and starts applying a light coat on each nail to even things out.

“Cranberry and White Chocolate Chip.” Roman’s favorite. That may have also been on purpose.

“Oh.” He says, and that’s where that subject of conversation ends. Logan continues applying the coating, then recaps the bottle.

“Alright, this will need to dry.” Logan guides his hand to a solid resting place. They sit quietly for a moment, only the sound of what he recognizes as Razzle Dazzle playing. It’s quite strange to have music in here. The rows and rows of dark-wood bookshelves, kept neat and clean, seem much brighter like this. His planning cork-board, with strings run around and pictures and notes in a neat order (along with the depressing sight of his calendar), looks less dull. Maybe it’s his mood. Maybe it’s just Roman.

“Logan?”

“Yes?”

Roman scoots over, without moving his drying hand. He leans in closely, looking just above Logan’s eyeline.

“Y-yes?” He squirms as Roman reaches with his dry hand to the top of his head. He shakes Logan’s hair, and he presumes it looks like a mess now.

“Flour.”

“What?” Logan asks, as he returns to sitting like he did before.

“You had flour in your hair. It was bothering me.” Roman informs him, pointing to his head.

“Ah.” They return to their silence.

When Logan determines the perfect time for the polish to dry, he uncaps the glittery gold nail pen. Using the other hand as reference, he copies the designs finger by finger, putting all of his concentration into it.

“And… We’ll put an ‘R’ here... ” He tries his best to copy the font of the swirly ‘L’. It looks pretty good, if he does say so himself. Which he does say out loud.”

“Yeah, it does. Thank you Logan.” He looks up at Roman, who smiles a very shy smile. He suddenly brightens, and jumps up, rattling the tray and scaring Logan. “Aha! I’ve thought of a perfect nickname! Holm Office Photopy Machine! I need to write that down.” He fumbles around, and then summons himself a very used-looking sketchbook. He stays standing on the bed, flipping through pages and then scribbling it down.

“That certainly is long.” Logan adjusts his glasses in surprise.

“Long like my- Sorry that was a strange thought.” Roman makes his things disappear, checks his nails, and then flops back down onto the bed.

“I hate to bother you, but at one point I’m going to have to sleep on here.” He watches as Roman unsticks his face-masked face from the bed in disgust.

“Why did I do that- Oh, yeah, sorry.” Roman gets up, looking guilty, and certainly not as fancy as he did before, fibres from the blankets stuck to his face mask and some of the mask still attached to Logan’s bed. Still, he’s got his stupid smile on his face, and that power stance. He’s…

“Wonderful.” Logan says under his breath as Roman’s turning to leave.

Unfortunately, he heard, and he turns back, confused. “Huh?”

“One earful.”

“Alright.” Roman looks perhaps even more confused, but turns back and sinks out, with a “Buh-bye Specs.”

When he’s out of Logan’s room, he snaps his fingers to rid of the mess (He left the tray there too. The nerve. The gall. He sends it to Roman’s room, and prays that it lands somewhere incredibly inconvenient just for revenge sake. He also keeps the record player, because he could use some music in his life) and prepares for bed.

Step 1: Complete.

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chroniclerdl · 3 years

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Seven Fundamentals to Writing Better Yu-Gi-Oh Duelfics

Ever wanted to write a duelfic just as good or better than canon?

Done right, duels are memorable action scenes.

Done wrong, duels shatter the suspension of disbelief. It’s already a big ask to imagine the world revolving around a card game.

You don’t want the tragedy where your readers yank the scrollbar past your duel, or worse, close your tab. Even the small pool of duelfic readers/writers like me will skip huge chunks of your chapters when the duels sag.

By implementing basic storytelling techniques tailored to dueling, you can hook your readers into following the play-by-play.

High Stakes

Consistent Rules

Sneaks Checked

“Balanced” Gameplay

Foreshadowing Victory

Engaging Description

Dramatic Tension

1. High Stakes

When you advertise your story as a duelfic, your first duel tells readers whether or not what you wrote is worth their time.

If your characters duel without a concrete reason to rip the opponent’s throat, readers already know the outcome:

You lose.

Why? The game is pointless. Who’s dropping whatever they’re doing just to read the equivalent of your characters sipping afternoon tea? If you’re introducing the setting and characters, why can’t you introduce exciting threats?

No reader expects your first duel to decide the fate of the world, but your characters still need to bet.

Characters wager life chips.

If your character loses, they suffer death or suicide-inducing despair.

Is it too much to start with life-and-death? No. Think of the life chip as the culmination of hopes and dreams.

As the story progresses, the stakes will rise, must rise. How? Others will entrust the main characters with their own life chips, and/or the life chips acquire additional meaning. Consider this loose analogy: at the end of a poker tournament, gamblers sit at the final table with stacks built from the chips of others.

Life chips mean different things to different characters. Let’s take the Duelist Kingdom arc.

Yugi’s life chip is the hope to save his grandfather (and later, his own soul)

Joey’s life chip is the hope to win the prize money to fund his sister’s medical operation

Kaiba’s life chip is the hope to save his little brother (and later, his own soul)

You don’t even need your final showdown to revolve around the fate of world; it just has to be one or more things that matter to your characters.

Also, make sure to communicate the stakes, or why the characters accept uneven bets.

If you have the chops, you can also play around with disguising the stakes. As in, your character thinks they’re wagering something small, but it’s actually their life chip. However, your readers still need a vague reason to believe that a defeat will devour the character.

Always make sure the characters stake one or more life chips!

2. Consistent Rules

If you watched the Duelist Kingdom arc and tried to understand the moves everyone made, your head exploded.

Ask yourself: will the clever scheme that your hero invented drive readers crazy?

If I write a magic system that requires a wand, this applies to all. I cannot become a genius and suddenly wave my hands to cast magic.

Demonstrate the rules early, preferably in the first duel, and keep them sacred.

If you must make an exception, establish it early. In that case, the exception becomes a well-defined branch of the rules that the readers can anticipate.

Can the players magically draw the card they need, whenever they want?

If you can establish the when and why, by all means. The readers proceed with the understanding that the players can reach into their deck like a glorified toolbox.

For example, Duel Links has a concept called “skills” that function like a player’s special ability. At the time I wrote this, Yami Yugi’s “Destiny Draw” skill lets the player take any card from their deck once per duel after losing 2000LP (and even if they stacked the top of the deck earlier!).

Card should also have the same, predictable effect. If the card prevents attacks, I doubt the text discusses physical properties or mentions holding things in the air. But you knew that, right?

The rules are the laws of the universe.

3. Sneaks Checked

I love duels. I also love getting what I want.

Why does getting what I want have to be through a duel?

If we talk, maybe we can come to an agreement. If I blackmail you, maybe you’ll give in to my demands. If I shoot you, I can loot your corpse. Give the readers a good reason as to why your characters would bother with the hassle of honest dueling and can’t wiggle from the consequences of losing.

Often, the duel takes place in the context of a tournament. Hopefully, the tournament officials are keeping a good eye on the players and cracking down on cheaters.

However, even that’s not a guarantee. What’s the key concept?

Power.

The competitors have equivalent capacity for coercion (usually violence) or have a neutral referee presiding over the match with the most capacity for coercion (shoutout to gambling manga Usogui).

Anyone who enters a game otherwise has lost before the first move.

In Yu-Gi-Oh, magical and sci-fi enforcement are common. The Shadow Realm can trap the loser in a desolate hell. In a digital world, the loser suffers deletion. Or just have good tournament officials.

Be vigilant when your duel doesn’t call upon these tropes.

Your amoral characters won’t mind blindsiding your other characters, and they won’t mind blindsiding you with a plot hole.

If you’re not careful, the readers will ask you why they played uncharacteristically fair.

4. “Balanced” Gameplay

Duels should be fair and fun…for the villain.

Ostensibly, everyone plays a balanced game, designed to give both sides a sporting chance. In reality, the villain tilts the field to their favor with one or more tricks up their sleeves. Why would your villain ever fight fair?

But that’s fine. We love rooting for the underdog and watching the villain get their comeuppance.

Overpowered ability to let the villain read minds? Deck full of unbalanced cards that makes the villain’s monsters invincible with no drawback? Creator who knows every strategy in the game? Readers will turn the page as they wonder how the hero will prevail.

The more obstacles you can throw in the hero’s way, the better.

Got custom cards? No problem, just follow a couple guidelines. After all, some duelists are more equal than others.

The hero’s deck is full of regular cards that have a cost to use. For every play they want to make, their cards insist that they give up their attack, discard to play, etc.

The villain’s deck is full of rare cards that power up their game for free. So long as you can justify why the card made it to print, the villain can play whatever they want.

For every step your hero takes, the villain gets two.

5. Foreshadowing Victory

How many times have you watched a duel where the protagonist comes up with this never-before-seen card that does exactly what the protagonist needs to clinch the win? In the final showdown, no less? It’s like the writers begged to be called amateurs and idiots.

No other genre tolerates such laziness.

However, readers don’t want an infodump of the characters’ decks. Show the cards in action. To cover the deck, you'll probably need multiple duels.

This also implies you have more freedom in how your character defeats their early opponents in the duelfic.

Does that previous statement contradict what I said about never-before-seen cards clinching the win as the mark of laziness? No, because here’s the rule:

Tolerance for the hero’s new cards decreases as the story progresses.

(Notice that I specify the hero’s new cards; your villains exist to make life harder by inventing unfair tricks.)

When you must include new cards for the hero late in the duelfic, at least find a way to make them first backfire.

Now, some writers have lots of knowledge about the card pool and metagame. Can they assume the readers a priori know the hero has access to any of the available cards in a given archetype?

I’d err on the side of caution and properly foreshadow the cards before they appear late in the duelfic. Not every reader is a walking card database. They have no reason to assume something exists unless you show the card.

Take the tolerance rule into consideration when planning your duels. If you know the awesome combo you want to use for the final turn in the duelfic climax, that’s your cue to scatter the cards into the earlier duels.

Plan the last duel first and your early duels last.

6. Description

Every reader wants a front-row seat to the action.

They’re paying you their time, so make it worth the admission: sleek combatants & budget-busting fights. Kaiba invented Solid Vision technology for a reason, so help readers envision your duels.

Who’s fighting? Describe the point-of-view’s impression of the monsters’ appearances. Red-Eyes Black Dragon should be self-explanatory.

What about a decorated monster like Time Wizard?

You could go into detail about how the red clock humanoid has yellow gears that form epaulets and purple, pointy boots and a green mustache made from clock hands and so on, but such a level of minutiae bogs pacing and invites skimming.

Readers just need to hear about a purple-caped, red clock humanoid with a wand to form an image. Their imaginations can handle the little details.

Paint appearances in broad strokes and one or two brief sentences.

How are the monsters fighting? Duel Monsters is a game where the target takes the aggressor’s attack like a champ. That doesn’t mean you can’t spice it up.

For example, my opponent’s dragon attacks my weaker knight with a fireball. My knight, interested in not dying, raises his shield. Unfortunately, he screams as the flames engulf him.

You wouldn’t just stand still with a straight face if someone armed with a knife lunged for your gut.

A fight scene is a string of action and reaction.

Most people also experience life in more senses than just sight.

A dragon’s fireball is a bright reddish-orange, hot, dries the air, smoky, and explodes with a boom on impact. I never tasted a fireball, and I hope I never do, but that’s still four senses: sight, touch, smell, and sound.

Include multiple sensory details.

Let’s spare a moment to talk about the heads-up display (HUD).

In Yu-Gi-Oh, cards have multiple stats and abilities. You’re free to mention whatever you deem necessary. No set formula exists. On one extreme, you can mention nothing to keep the narrative clean at the risk of confusing the readers. At the other extreme, infodumps about the monster’s abilities provide great detail but wreck the pacing. But there’s a cozy middle.

State only what you need from the card.

If your duels occurred before the era of Synchro, you don’t need details about levels. You can just display the basic stats to determine the stronger monster. If a deck has Pendulum monsters, just mention the scale numbers when they're played as scales. And so on.

You can also make an index of new cards at the end of a chapter.

BONUS TIP! Understanding show, don’t tell.

What is show, don’t tell? At its core, this concept refers to immersing your readers in the senses and feelings instead of exposition. Unfortunately, that definition is a bit vague to execute. After writing for a while, I had my lightbulb moment.

Don’t TELL the readers how to think or force-feed them a conclusion.

SHOW your readers the evidence.

Here’s a written example from Joey vs. Rex in Duelist Kingdom. See if you can spot what makes this prose telling instead of showing.

“Joey watched nervously as Two-Headed King Rex stomped Baby Dragon. He messed up his Baby Dragon-Time Wizard combo!”

You can see two failures: “nervously” and the second sentence.

Adverbs like “nervously” and other “-ly” friends get a bad rep because rookies tend to use them as telling crutches (especially beware adverbs after dialogue tags!). “Nervously” tells me how Joey reacts. But what does “nervously” look like? One character might bite their thumb. Another might fidget in their seat. The adverb in this context lacks nuance.

We also have the second sentence: “He messed up his Baby Dragon-Time Wizard combo!” When you’re explaining the “why” to something, you’re telling. It’s like talking down to your readers.

Contrast with the next example.

“A bead of sweat rolled off Joey’s face as Two-Headed King Rex stomped Baby Dragon. He stared at the Time Wizard in his hand.”

The first sentence shows me Joey’s physical reaction. I see him sweating, so I think he’s nervous.

We also see a second physical reaction: “He stared at the Time Wizard in his hand.” This comes on the heels of the first sentence, and I also have knowledge of when Joey used the Baby Dragon-Time Wizard combo in a prior duel. Combined, I think Joey is ruminating about a missed chance.

Readers are smart; they’ll catch your intention if you show the proof.

7. Dramatic Tension

I bet you know what it's like to draw a bad hand.

Imagine: The hero staggers into the arena, and the villain just needs to win one duel to take over the world. The villain draws a bunch of powerups with no monster, but the hero draws a one-turn-kill combo.

Anticlimactic. The readers throw that duelfic straight into the trash.

Don’t just write real-life duels. “It really happened” doesn’t mean it’s emotionally satisfying.

That’s why we have literary structure.

Success and setback pace together with progressive intensity to maximize dramatic tension and emotional payoff.

I’ll spare the nitty-gritty theory detail, but your duels should look like this on a basic level:

Part 1: Villain’s basic threats. Introduces the villain’s deck and style.

Part 2: Villain’s minor strategy. The villain’s first serious attempt to defeat the hero.

Part 3: Villain’s major strategy. The hero’s reversal! But the villain has worse in store.

Part 4: Hero’s imminent defeat. The hero must break through, or else will instantly lose!

Ideally, you’re also integrating the story itself into the duel; themes and duels synergize to create a stronger effect.

You may notice how the format resembles the three-act structure.

Act I is Part 1

Act II until the Act II midpoint is Part 2

Act II midpoint until Act III is Part 3

Act III is part 4.

I’ll use Yugi/Pharaoh vs. Pegasus in Duelist Kingdom as an example.

Part 1: Mind scan. Pegasus can read minds to counter combos.

Part 2: Toon World. Indestructible, cartoonified monsters attack.

Part 3: Shadow game. Toons destroyed! But playing a shadow game weakens Yugi.

Part 4: Yugi passes out. The Pharaoh must find a new way to stop Pegasus’s mind scan!

Figure out each part of the structure for your duels before writing the turn-by-turn plays.

By the way, modern real-life Yu-Gi-Oh duels don’t suit drama because the rules provide weak constraints to creating strong boards. A good modern deck usually establishes a scary turn one board and jumps straight into Part 4, whereas other card games like Magic: The Gathering and Hearthstone force the powerhouse cards to wait several turns until the player builds the mana to pay costs.

You can still write a good modern duel. Here’s a basic outline of Arc-V’s duel between Sora and Shay. Technically, “tragedy” is the structure of this duel, so I’ll make Shay the “hero” to flip it and keep matters simplified.

Part 1: Basic monsters. These clash before a monster appears from the Extra Deck.

Part 2: Frightfurs. They come one after another to crush Shay’s Raidraptors.

Part 3: Sora’s wrath. Rise Falcon survives! But Sora’s malevolent nature comes to light.

Part 4: Frightfur Chimera. Sora chomps candy and summons his biggest fusion horror!

If following the four parts is too difficult for you, that’s okay. They're just logical extensions of one basic concept. Keep the following in mind, and you’ll never go wrong:

The villain’s subsequent threats become increasingly overwhelming.

Conclusion

Much of writing a duel boils down to storytelling technique.

Let’s tl;dr the main takeaways.

High Stakes: Minimum ante is the life chip, worth a character’s hopes and dreams.

Consistent Rules: Everyone plays by the same logic.

Sneaks Checked: Characters can’t skip the duels with violence and coercion.

“Balanced” Gameplay: Villains enjoy advantages.

Foreshadowing Victory: Readers have a chance to predict the winning combo.

Engaging Description: Immerse senses and invite reactions.

Dramatic Tension: The villain makes progressively stronger threats.

As a duelfic reader/writer, I can gauge a writer's ability by measuring their duels with the fundamentals. Many fan writers struggle; even the canon writers struggle.

But writing a duelfic isn’t rocket science. With practice, minding the fundamentals will become second nature.

And don't forget to tag your story as a duelfic. It's a whole genre in fanfic, so sort it properly and help readers from the future find you.

May the heart of the cards be with you.

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Want to see in-depth examples of my advice? I rewrote the Orichalcos arc to reimagine its untapped potential without the failures of the canon presentation. You can find it on FFnet and AO3.

#yugioh #ygo #yugioh fanfiction #yugioh fandom #fanfic writing #duelfic #writing #writing tips #writing advice #writing help #how to write #listicles

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The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 22

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

(Photo made by my lovely friend @iamhollows)

A/N: thanks to my lovely friend @geekonaleash, who wrote majority of the letters, I was able to put this out for you guys.

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever.

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Weeks go by of the same routine, taking odd jobs and small cases from her father with little to no hiccups.

It was easy, almost too easy. She had taken on the likes of croc and bane just some months ago, now dealing with petty thefts and bank robbers. She longed for the night she could truly test her skills, whether that be in her fighting or brains.

That night came on a chilly November night.

Her heart raced in her chest as she rounded the alley, her body cold to the core from the deep winter air. Hardly any snow lay on the ground, mostly turned to a dark brown slush that made a God awful noise against her boots.

Her legs felt like they would give out any second, having run through the street practically the entire night in the freezing cold.

She spotted a dumpster up ahead, willing her legs to go a bit further. ‘Just a few minutes’ she thought as she sat down behind it.

It was late, nearly 3 in the morning. Having been out since 8, her body freezing cold making any and all energy in her body disapste.

Her heart sank to her stomach when she saw it, making her eyes widen as she got up.

There, at the opening of the dumpster, lay a hand.

She inspected the body for a split moment, to the best of her ability. Having it been thrown in, trash covering it almost completely.

She knows this is a bad idea, but her curiosity gets the best of her as she pulls it from the dumpster, laying it in a heap on the ground.

From the looks of their clothes, or better yet lack thereof, she’s able to tell it's a prostitute. Long blonde hair a tangled mess as her clothes torn.

The most notable wound being a slash to her throat, that bled down to her chest.

The cut wasn’t deep but torn, the skin fraying like ripped denim. A serrated knife, or a sawing motion from a dull blade. She tries not to think of the immense pain that was caused, even with the cut not being very long. They were left to bleed out, or the killer watched as the Poor woman choked and tried screaming out from the pain, only being able to cough up blood.

“What in the?” She whispers when she sees it, a piece of paper?

She grabs for it from under her top, looking it over and, what?

It almost resembled a riddle, her mind flashing momentarily to the green wearing man before she remembered. Riddler never does kills like these, especially with the body being hidden. His is always a show, a way to get attention. This was sloppy, definitely the persons first.

She took one last look to the body, before making a call to the GCPD, telling them the coordinates. She looked one last time at the letter, before folding it, tucking it into her jacket. Well, here’s her chance she’s been waiting for.

She takes a seat at her desk, lamp set on the letter as she peers down at it.

society mocks those who be different, who dwell in the dark like the shadow of a once bright star, only to cry out when the star be a comet, painting the streets in scarlet and ash. You’ll find the next body where care is to be given, but only to let them die in the end.

What does this mean? She thinks as she reads over the words. Who dwell in the dark like the shadow of a once bright star. They must’ve been someone of status of some kind, whether it be from wealth, family or great skill and achievements, who had everything ripped either by their own doing or another.

only to cry out when the star be a comet, painting the streets in scarlet and ash. They must blame others for what happened to them, and subsequently for loosing their status, so they’re desperate for the game and notoriety they were used to, but from whatever trauma they went through, it broke them. Causing immense anger and rage to fill them, warping their mind, thus the killings. They’re so angry at the world, they want fear, and to cause others the pain they must feel the world brought them.

Her heart drops when she hears her door open, shoving the letter into her desk as she turns around.

“Hey you busy at all?” Tim asks, “no why?” She lies, hoping to God that her voice won’t give her away.

Either he didn’t notice, or chose not to ask as he sits on her bed, her joining him immediately after.

They sit and idly chat about their day, but her mind keeps playing over the letter. What does all this mean? Why is-her questions stop when she looks up, seeing him looking at her in question. “You alright?” He asks. “Yeah why?” “You just seem, out of it. You sure you’re feeling alright?” She sighs at this, truly wanting to ask him to help, but in her gut, she knows that’s the easy way out. He would be able to crack it in seconds, fully able to get the profile on the man easily. She wanted to prove to her father that, she could actually do this on her own. Which is why, she had to lie. “Yeah, sorry just really tired. The cold really made tonight way harder.” A soft smile player on his lips at this. “Well then in that case, I’ll leave you to sleep, and maybe look at upgrading your suit to make it warmer. How’s that sound?” Her heart warms at this, a smile on her face. “That'd be great, thank you.” “Hey no problem, I’ve had to do it so many times, it takes me a few days at most.” He chuckles. She pulls him in for a hug, hey arms wrapping around his shoulders before pulling away.

She gets under her covers as he walks out, a smile on his face as he shuts her light out.

She gets up as soon as he shuts the door, walking quietly back to her desk, pulling out the letter.

She knew she had to do this by herself she thought, as she got her notepad out and got to work.

After reading and deciding the letter, she was able to figure out where the next body would be. The Gotham general hospital. And she knew, this body wouldn’t be hard to find.

And she was right, as soon as she finished the few cases her father sent her on, she got straight to making her way to the hospital. For once thankful for the simple missions he would put her on.

She was right to her suspicion, finding the body directly on the roof of the hospital. Sprawled out was a nurse, who was just as gruesome as the last. A stab wound to the heart. Blood soaked her scrubs, making the soft blue a deep, almost blackened purple. Her eyes wide in horror, set like stone to gaze up to the sky.

And as she knew, there was a letter in her pocket.

She quickly grabbed for the letter, calling the GCPD once again, before leaving.

‘An open casket filled with treasures In one sudden move of utmost pleasures. Sweet cries of the poor carer, Thinking someone cared was her error. You’ll find the body where people gather to see history, not knowing history be made there.’

Something happened to them, something that made their fall from fame so breaking, it broke them in the process.

It not only broke them physically, but emotionally. They hated the care from the hospital and the staff. They were strong, powerful, capable. They were hurt and had to get help for a while, something they loathed. They were probably an athlete, relying on their bodies for their fame.

You’ll find the body where people gather to see history, not knowing history be made there. History, a school? No, that’s not right. History, that word stuck out in her mind.

She quickly got out her laptop, and within a few minutes, she found the Gotham Museum of Antiquities.

She turned back to the letter, setting it flat to her desk.

She ran her fingers over the writing, feeling the harsh indents from the pressure of the pen. It was shaky, the deep indents feeling jagged. They were hurt, humiliated by what happened, causing rage to fill them. They felt such anger that, she could feel it in how hard they wrote. This wasn’t a psychopath, no, this was someone deeply hurt, driven mad.

She wrote all this down as she went, setting the papers over her desk in as neat of a pile that she could.

She quickly set it all into her desk, making sure they were all in an order. She had to make sure nobody would come in, or else, they might find all of this.

It was highly irstional, to think that any of them would go hunting in her room. But the fear of them doing so, kept her up most of the night.

She came up with yet another lie, faking being too ill to go out the next night. Her father concerned for the believable cough she let out, finally being calmed once she told him she was going to stay in that night.

She felt bad, truly. She hated keeping not only a secret, but lying to both her father and her best friend. But she knew this would give her more time, and having her soul focus on this one case.

She waited to hear them leave for over 15 minutes before she readied herself, making sure to leave her door locked.

They all at least knew that, if it was locked, not to enter unless emergency, even then, it would have to be the manor burning down.

She climbed out her window, making sure to listed in to where Alfred was before she made the trip from her high window.

‘So this is what most teenagers feel when they sneak out the house.’ She thought as she got down to the cold ground. Snow had finally fallen in a large heap over the city, making her trip to where she hid her bike that morning harder. It’d be a dead giveaway she snuck out if she just walked through the snow, so it took her time to reach the shrub where her bike lay.

Finally managing to get out of the trees surrounding the manor, she made sure to shut any and all tracking devices she wore, before leaving.

“He’s getting bolder.” She whispered as she reached the museum. There, on the front steps of the old building, lay a man. A security guard to be exact.

She walked over to the man, crouching down to the body. Only this time, there was no stab wound to either his throat or to his chest. But blood looked underneath.

She turned the body around, finally seeing where the source of the blood came from. A deep stab wound to the mans upper back, nearly exposing his shoulder and spine.

She groaned out, reaching for her shoulder blades as memories of the healing played in her mind. To this day, any injury to the upper back or shoulders on another person sent her back, back to the worst time of her life.

Another note, placed in his front pocket pocket out.

She reached for it, tucking it into her jacket before standing up.

She froze in place when she saw them, her eyes trained on them as her heart slows. Prints in the snow nearly filled in, but still visible.

She crouched down to them, looking at each one closely.

They were almost filled in, so this had been taken place only some hours ago. Before the heavy blanket of snow hit.

The thing that stood out was the spacing and the pattern. They were jagged, almost slipping looking like.

The man had a limp. She thought, before standing beside them. She walked to recreate the steps, an evident limp in how they went. It was his right leg. Something happened here, and she thinks she knows what.

She sat at her desk, her blanket securely wrapped around her as she peered down to the letter.

‘It all ends with no more laughter, you’ll find the next body where families gather to watch stars be made on a Field, A trophy that can no longer be concealed’

It all ends with no more laughter. He was mocked, or he believed he was when maybe others looked at him with sympathy. In his eyes, it was them mocking him.

Where families gather to watch stars be made on a Field, A trophy that can no longer be concealed.

He was an athlete, had to be. A gasp leaves her lips as it hits her. Her heart drops to her stomach as she reached for her laptop, hurily turning it on as she writes down her thoughts.

Garrett Wilkins, star quarterback of the Gotham Rogues. Well, used to be.

Star in the game, having played it all his life from school to professional. He had everything. Fame, Wellth, everything.

That was until a fateful day in November, as he was walking out of the old museum with his longtime girlfriend, he was shot in the back.

He was able to make outstanding recovery, no longer wheelchair ridden like doctors thought. But he didn’t walk away how he was. He developed a bad limp, causing his team to kick him off.

Last people heard of him, was his girlfriend left him because of a rumored drinking problem.

This all took place 2 years ago.

She ran as fast as her legs took her, nearly falling over due to the thick snow on the ground.

Her heart hammered against her chest as she entered the arena, eyes searching around until she saw it. Her heart sank to her feet, as a pained sigh left her lips.

She thought she could make it in time, hoping, praying that she would be able to get there before him or when he was here. A small amount of hope that, she could save her.

She crouched down to her body, a tear slipping into her mask as a pained whimper left her lips.

She had hoped he wouldn’t have, but she knew, he would kill her.

“I’m so sorry Cass.” She cried, as she closed her wide eyes. Her body a bloody mess, nearly unrecognizable due to the many stab wounds that littered her body.

And again, like it was a call from a screaming Banshee, lay another letter.

Once more my face will grace your screen A star running on a field of green But now and forever my title I reclaim Never will I lose my newfound fame. You’ll find the next body where families go to play, to be surrounded by others as they watch their children’s play.

“God fucking damnit!” She exclaimed as she slammed her hand against her table, tears filling her eyes. She really, truly hoped she could make it in time. But sadly, she knew this would happen eventually. You can’t save everyone she thought.

Her feet carry her all the way to the park, her heart heavy in her chest from the memories flooding back.

She laughs out as he spins her around, nearly making him fall from both their laughter.

Their faces only inches apart as he sets her down, arms still around her as they gaze into one another’s eyes. Hearts beating at a steady rhythm.

Her eyes search around the park, head tilted slightly as she looks around.

There’s no body? Maybe he hid it? No, he definitely wouldn’t. He WANTS them to be found, wants the fame back on him. Hiding the body gives a chance that it won’t be found, a risk he’s not willing to take.

She rounded the corner, walking further into the snow. Where could it be? She thinks, before her heart stops, everything going black.

A sharp slap to her cheek wakes her up, a cry breaking past her lips. “Jesum dude, a safe word would be nice.” She groaned out. “Where is he?” He demands, hand grabbing a hold of her neck. Her hands and legs tied to the chair. Surprisingly, they felt pretty secure.

“Who?” She asks, anger evident in her voice. “I know you work with Red Hood, Batman, all of them! WHERE ARE THEY!” He screams in her face.

She starts laughing, causing him to grow even angrier. “WHATS SO FUNNY!” She can’t help but throw her head back in laughter. “They’re not coming.” His face falls momentarily, before turning angry once again. “What do you mean THEY'RE NOT COMING!” “I mean exactly that. They aren’t because they don’t know you exist. Only I know and that’s only because I found the first body by accident. All you want is the game again Garrett, well guess what, you lost. Not red hood, Batman, fuck even the GCPD know who you are. You, lost.”

He slams his fists into the table beside her, letting out a frustrated scream. “Fine. Well, I guess I can get fame some other way.” He says, grabbing a gun beside him. Her heart drops to her stomach, shutting her eyes as she waits for the bullet. But, the gunshot never came. The sound of the door breaking down and the man falling to the ground screaming drowned out any and all noise.

She hisses out at the burn of the alcohol on her cheek,trying to drown out the thick silence of the room. “You could’ve gotten killed you know. No correction, you were about to be killed before we came.” Says Jason, anger evident in his tone. Her heart pains in her chest as she looks away from her father. She knows he’s only angry because of fear. Fear that his daughter could’ve died.

“I mean how could you be so careless like that! You should’ve been able to hear him! God I fucking trained you better than that!” He yells, arms up in anger. Everyone stays silent as he rants, knowing not to step between them. Memories of how protective he gets with her, none of them dare to try.

“You could’ve died tonight. This is why I’ve only sent you on smaller cases. I’ll be DAMNED if my daughter gets fucking killed because she was reckless!” “Jason, stop it.” Says dick. Everyone’s heads whip to the man, holding their breaths. “Oh yeah, why should I. My daughter almost got herself killed!” “Because you and none of us have any room to talk. We all risk our lives everytime we go out there. You can’t sit here and scold her for messing up. You, me, Bruce, everyone in the room has slipped up at least a dozen times. So don’t stand there and yell at her when what she did was highly impressive, especially where all you taught her was combat.” He says to the younger man. Jason knows he’s right, lowering his head.

“I’m sorry but what? What was impressive?” She asks nobody in particular. “How you were able to figure that out in such a short amount of time.” Says Tim. “I’m sorry what? How was that impressive? And also, how did you guys find me? I turned off all my tracking devices.” She was completely lost. How is that impressive to a room of some of the worlds greatest detectives. And how in the hell did they find her? “I was worried about you. Last I heard from you was you were sick, and I hadn’t seen or heard anything for over a day. So I, went to go check and found you weren’t there. And, you left all your research on the table. I was able to figure out where he lived, and we all just went.” Says Tim. She wasn’t mad, actually grateful. “And to answer your other question, it’s impressive because, Jason never taught you any advanced detective skills. You not only figured out his letters, but where. And, you can naturally profile handwriting. None of us can do that on our own. It took years to even somewhat make a good guess. Which is why, we wanted to ask you something.” She looks at dick in question, trying to figure out what he meant. “We wanted to ask if you’d join us. Be a part of our team.” Says Bruce. She looks at all of them like they’re mad, before she could say anything, her father beat her to it. “They brought it up to me, and I think, it’s a good idea. Dicks right. You’ve got a lotta skill that they could really use. Especially the handwriting thing. Plus, it’ll be good to have others around just in case something happened. It’ll not only make me feel better knowing you’ve got backup, but I know it’ll give you more room to lean. I’ve, been to scared to let you go out and really test not only your fighting, but your smarts. And I’m sorry for that.”

Everyone’s eyes train on her, as they wait for her response. Even Damians eyes look to her. She lets out a sigh, looking to her father first, before to all of them. “Fine. But on one condition.”

“Wait, you're asking what?” “Exactly that. I’ll be a part of your little Scooby gang as long as if there’s no other option, that if it’s life or death for any of us or civilians, I take them out.” She says, arms crossed. “You’ve gotta be fucking-.”Damian says, before Bruce cuts him off. “Fine. But only, if I, or anyone of the others apart from your father give the okay to that.” Damian looks to his father, eyes wide in anger and disbelief. “Are you-“ “deal.” She says, extending her hand out to Bruce. They both shake on it, neither paying attention to Damian. “You’re all okay with this?” He asks, anger still in his voice. “Didn’t you hear what they agreed on? She won’t do it unless one of us says she can.” Says Tim. “And we need her skills Damian.” Dick replies, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re all fucking crazy.” He says, heart beating wildly in his chest, walking away from everyone.

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harristops · 3 years

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Yanno it’s really shitty for Ashlyn to always have so much hate in her mentions but also imagine how it is for ali to always see ash being torn down and overlooked… like ali sees first hand the blood, sweat and tears that ash puts in and alis been there for so many moments of disappointment and injury. Like ali has to see the person she loves fight through so much adversity and never get the credit she deserves. Ashlyn can’t even win save of the week or save a freaking PK without someone coming at her and saying she’s overrated or trash or some shit…. Im just tired of it and ali and ash deserve so much better. I wouldn’t blame them if they took a step back from SM because the ‘fans’ and trolls have just gotten out of hand, it’s so awful and it needs to stop

Honestly, I never even thought about how much it would affect AK. Like, Ash has learned to brush it off/block out the noise, etc., but I can't imagine how much anger and hurt AK feels watching her wife get torn apart over every little thing she does (and even things she doesn't do). Like to be the woman who stands beside Ash, day in and day out, watching as she throws everything she has into the game, from her body to her mind, and never get the recognition or appreciation from anyone, regardless of whether they're the federation or "fans". She's given the national teams (youth and senior combined) more than half her life, given everything to the Pride even when other players fail to show up or do the same, keeps her head down and doesn't complain or get mad (unless at herself), and she is grateful and humble in every opportunity she does get on the field.

I especially think back to 2016, when distance came into it and Ash was becoming lowkey concerning with how many depressing tweets and IG posts she would make, and I remember that one post AK retweeted which was like "you matter to me" or something after Ash posted that long post about her self-worth and mental health. She's always worn her heart on her sleeve and it's taken advantage of by so many people (again, the "give an inch, take a mile" phrase Ash mentioned really sticks with me here). She is so selfless and has a massive heart under her hard exterior, and people love to paint her to be this self-indulgent, vain, supervillain that is shit at soccer. Not to mention, Ash could barely celebrate her best season because those were the years AK was kicked off the roster and she put herself aside to help AK train, supported her coaching career, and picked her up (literally at times) to get her through every day. She wasn't the nicest person to Ash back then either, and I doubt Ash minded, because at the end of the day Ash cares so deeply about her family, about her relationships, that soccer takes a back seat for so much of it. She's said it so many times that this is her career, but it doesn't bleed into her family life. I feel gutted for her in every interview when she beats herself up with the "I've failed miserably" or the "I haven't been the best daughter/sister/friend" or even "I've disappointed a lot of people". She is so hard on herself and yet is still so kind to others. This is the same woman who's faced countless criticism, countless struggles from poverty to addiction to injuries to mental health challenges, and she still treats every day like a gift, not a burden.

I think the thing that gets me the most about this Ash slander is how no one has ever stood up for her. She's gotten all this hate, all of this criticism, but when AK was dropped from the team, she got support. When Hope said what she said, Carli spoke up for her. Whenever a teammate gets down in the dirt, Ash defends them. She spoke out against H*nkle and the homophobia. She defended AK when she was left off the roster (though more subtle and more professionally). Like she's always standing up for others, being the big guy for the little guy, and yet no one really extends the same thing back to her (except now AK, and again in a very professional way). Should Ash be #1? No, things happened and she got injured at the wrong time and it was all a mix of different things, but she made her peace with it. She doesn't tell the media that it's disrespectful she got snubbed - she instead supports the crap out of Alyssa/AD/Jane and wants them to succeed because she's a team player, not an individual player. She cares about them as humans and would do anything for them in that supporting role. You could genuinely not ask for a better teammate than Ash.

I don't know how AK does it, watching the woman she loves get bullied on social media and be cast aside from opportunities with no valid reason. Every achievement Ash has is overshadowed by rabid fans either "defending her" and making things worse by making her look out to be an untouchable God of some sort, or the anti-Ashlyn "fans" who are just out to replay that same clip of her conceded goal from that Romania game, or outright saying disgusting and nasty things to her (and tagging her?? Like why the fuck are you tagging them in it, what bullshit). Both ways it's terrible; the people defending her so violently only make her look worse and it only encourages people's hatred of her or disrespect of her actual ability.

It's so funny people weave all these storylines and narratives for her but Ash remains unbothered (at least publicly) and I think this irritates those morons into posting more frequently with the intent to grab her attention or get her to talk back (which she is far too professional and compassionate to do). It's a shitty situation all around, but it's truly depressing to watch her get taken apart when she's done absolutely nothing wrong to any of those people.

#asks #this was a long ass rant but i am just so tired of people hating on her #you can criticize her mistakes when she makes them #she is human and she does make them though it is rare #but don't be just saying she perfect and can do nothing wrong when that's not true #because all it does is invite more hate because it makes those people sound irrational and delusional (which they kinda are)#the intent is there but the execution is way off

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anothermcytblog · 4 years

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do not ask why i made this but here is the entire transcript of “Wilbur talking about eating Sand for 14 minutes...” I wrote in two hours for no reason other then boredom.

Phil, farming sand in minecraft: -it is similar to how the 0 tick farms work where it pushes pistons underneath and on top.

Wilbur, donating with Text To Speech: Phil have you ever eaten sand?

Phil, laughing: No. I don't think I have. I might have when I was a kid I guess. Why Wilbur? Whas- wuah wuh wuh What is this?

TTS Wilbur: Could eat the sand.

Phil, silent for a second:

Phil: I could the...

Phil:

Phil: I could?

TTS Wilbur: Might be faster.

Phil, laughing again: Inhaled sand. Okay. Into my body, then what? I need to place it dude, what do you mean? I'm just gonna shit out bricks. I'm just gonna shit out- I'm just gonna shit out sandstone is that it?

TTS Wilbur: Then you put sand somewhere better.

Phil, wheezily chuckling: Wil I have- I have actually no idea where you are going with this. I'm legit just as confused as some people in chat. I don't- *laughing*

TTS Wilbur: Well if the sand is somewhere better then it's not in your way anymore.

Phil: You okay WIl? You alright mate? We were playing Civ for a long time last night. Are you okay mate? You’re not gonna start worrying me are you? We’re pretty close to each other.

TTS Wilbur: Yeah I’m fine. If you eat the sand and move it then you won’t have to keep shoveling it.

Phil, sighing like a disappointed dad: Brilliant. Chat I don’t know he’s gone off the- he’s gone off *gasp* Oh my fucking god dude he was so quiet. That is a threat they make no noise when they’re on lava. Jesus. I was like “What’s hit me!?” It was like a single hit that made me think it was a player or something cause it was silent. I was just like- there was no noise. Okay dually noted, magma cubes don’t make any noise on lava.

TTS Wilbur: Magma cubes are boring Phil. Let’s talk about eating sand again.

Phil, laughing: Wil have you- have you ate sand is this what you are talking about *hears a ghast* fucking hell.

TTS Wilbur: Yes I have.

Phil, softly: What is this conversation… *Normal tone* Was it nice?

TTS Wilbur: It gets between your teeth and is fun to crunch in the car ride home.

[ Phil, grossed out and letting out various forms of Nope and nooo in funny tones of voice ]

Phil: Ooohhh that was a horrible vision. That was a horrible visual. You had a strange childhood Wilbur I’m just gonna say it wasn’t my fault though. *Laughing* Did you just pocket sand and start going- *mimickings eating sand*

TTS Wilbur: Then when I get home I put it in my mouse. I successfully move the sand.

[ Phil sighs disappointedly ]

Phil: Chat I don’t know what we’re going to do with Wil.

TTS Wilbur: I would sometimes put it in my pockets too yes.

Phil: I don’t know what we’re going to do with Wil he’s a lost cause chat. Genuinely worried for my dude. It’s not five head.

TTS Wilbur: This wasn’t in my childhood, Phil.

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ for a solid like, seven seconds]

Phil: Wil when I come to visit you, uhhh, later this year we’re going to have talks about this. We’re going to have talks, son.

TTS Wilbur: Why?

Phil: Stop eating sand son. *Laughing* It’s not good for you.

TTS Wilbur: What’s in it that’s bad for me?

Phil: It is literal rocks! *Sighing* Oohh I can’t. Chattt. Tell him pleaaase.

TTS Wilbur: So is salt.

Phil: Oooohhh I knew he was gonna pull some weird sh- I fucking knew- *chuckling* Not the same dude. *Laughing* Not edible. Please he does not have a point do not give him any sort of leeway here chat.

TTS Wilbur: Please enlighten me on what makes salt edible and sand inedible.

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ part 2 electric boogalo]

A TTS Donation: Human biology college major here. I do not recommend eating sand.

Phil, cackling: Ohh… god.

TTS Wilbur: Why not?

Phil: Wil does sand- does sand dissolve in water Wil? I don’t think it does, does it?

TTS Wilbur: Any further questions? Or have I persuaded you?

[ Phil Laughs ]

A different TTS Donation: Now I know why Wilbur’s humor is so dry. It’s from all the sand he’s been eating.

Phil, losing his mind laughing: Ohhhh- *cackles* Nice Trixtin.

TTS Wilbur: So we’re relying that sand isn’t contaminated with dog piss or something. Sand physically can not harm you if you eat it. It’s fun to chew like chewing blades of grass in fields. A simple pastime. No nutritional value like salt.

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ part 3: Batman returns ]

Phil: A simp-

[ Notification that Niachu is raiding ]

Phil, laughing and losing his mind: I didn’t even get to finish my sentence I just said “A simp” and then Niachu shows up with a raid. Niachu get your man, he’s fucking being weird. Thank you so much for the raid. *Laughing*

A different TTS Donation: Chewing sand is basically inviting fiberglass into your system.

Phil: Yes- uh Nikki, Wil is boasting about eating sand and saying that there is nothing wrong with it.

TTS Wilbur: I invite fiberglass into my system. Formally.

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ part 4: This time it’s personal ]

Phil: He’s lost dude. Oh nooo *chuckles*

TTS Wilbur: My teeth grow perpetually like a hamster. Akin to a hamster I must chew sand so the teeth don’t puncture my skull and kill me.

Phil, laughing: WHAT?! Bro you’re on some fucking shit what the fuck am I hearing?

TTS Wilbur: It’s quite similar to the taste of pretzels.

Phil, sighing but trying not to laugh: You need to stop- You need to stop conca- *wheezing* You need to stop comparing sand to food. He has infinite text to speech chat. I’m giving- I’m applying- I’m giving him a platform of 5.8 thousand. Dude, dangerous information he is spreading. This is the thing right chat? This is not- This is not Wil on any sort of drug at all- this is Wils natural state. Sometimes he just does this.

TTS Wilbur: Chat. Say 1 if you’re gonna go and try some sand now. Say 2 if you aren’t and also hate anyone who looks different to you.

Phil: Ohh my god you did not just- just rig the vote dude. You just fucking rigged the vote. *Laughing* Wil, do you just want to get on a call and discuss this?

Phil, presumably after calling Wilbur on discord: Explain yourself.

Phil, after a moment of silence: Guys he’s silent I’m scared. *laughing*

TTS Wilbur: Oh fuck wait.

[ Phil, losing his mind ]

Wilbur, now on call and verbally talking: No I’d like to know- I’d like to- I’d like to genuinely know what’s wrong with what I’m saying.

Phil: What is wrong with eating sand?

Wilbur: Yeah.

Phil: Bro it’s sand.

Wilbur: Well actually I’m not saying chewing- I’m not actually swallowing the sand I’m pretty sure. Might be a couple you know? Might be doin’ a couple of swallows… but.

[ Phil laughs but in the disappointed dad kind of way ]

Wilbur: Like you know you chew plastic pen caps. Probably something wrong about that but no one gets angry at you for doing that. As long as the sand is clean I don’t see anything wrong with chewing on some sand. Maybe you’ll swallow some as well you know it’s not- it’s not my business.

Phil: It’s gonna ffffuck up your teeth what do you mean?

Wilbur: What do you mean fuck up- so is chewing pen lids.

Phil: That is nothing compared to sand!

Wilbur: Have you ever had a pretzel, Phil?

Phil, laughing: Shut the fuck up. Yes.

Wilbur: Nonono listen, yeah so you know- have you ever bitten the salt off of the pretzel? Have you ever done that?

Phil: Not really no.

Wilbur: Oh. Well you can do that. Would that fuck up your teeth do you think?

Phil, a little confused: No I don’t think it woullld. Unless…

Wilbur: No it’s quite the same consistency as sand.

Phil: Is it thoughhhh…? Is it though? It’s sodium.

Wilbur: As someone who- As someone who eats sand I’d say it is quite consistent-

Phil, laughing: Shut up! Stop saying sand is okay to eat please.

Wilbur: It’s fine to eat- literally I’ll google it. I’ve never had to google it because it’s just so intrinzic in my knowledge that is is okay to eat.

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ part 5: who raised this man? ]

Wilbur: Goodness! I didn’t realize this was an actual question. I’m obviously just so shocked that one would wonder because it’s so obviously is okay. “So I am curious, under what category does a sand cuisine fall under and why does the fascination-” This person is just being rude, I’m going to skip them.

Phil, wheezing a little and lightly mocking Wilbur: “I’m going to skip people who don’t agree with me.”

Wilbur: Uh this person- nonono I’m going to read out this person- This person says “At least not in a good way. It contains quartz which is harmful for your tooth enamel and over time it may harm your teeth although I know of many food recipes which consain- contain sand. There is not much problem for your gut unless you eat to much of it of course.” So basically it’s the quartz that is bad for your tooth enamel but the problem is I don’t have tooth enamel. I- I gave it up for Lentso I’m perfectly fine.

Phil: What are you talking about? What are- *Laughing* What are you-? Wait hold up go back a sec.

Wilbur: Yeah? I mean I don’t- I don’t know what recipes include sand but I’d love to try some.

Phil: Go back to what you just said before.

Wilbur: What, I gave it up for lent? Why are you laughing?

Phil, mumbling a little: I don’t…

Wilbur: Okay around the time of easter uhhh Christan people are supposed to give up something that means a lot to them that’s called lent.

Phil: And you gave up your enamel?

Wilbur: Well it means a lot to me.

Phil: You can’t give up your enamel.

Wilbur: Wilbur: Wh- Well what have I been doing?

Phil, laughing a little: I don’t know what you’ve been doing. That’s like saying “I gave up my bones for lent.”

Wilbur: I think- I think we’re going off track here. The point is sand is perfectly fine to eat and that- that the quartz in it that damages your teeth I’m sure- I’m sure you guys can do fine without it.

Phil: I think we’re going to have to agree to disagree here. I-

Wilbur: That’s fine I’m not- I’m not saying you should enjoy eating it I’m just you should be happy with me eating it- I mean there is a lot of prejudice in this chat.

Phil: O-ohh… I should respect your choices to eat sand and damage your teeth?

Wilbur: Yeah. I know you’re saying that sarcastically but you really should. You should think about this one- you knowing chewing hay? Like- Like a blade of grass if you’re walking? You must have done it, hanging out the right hand side of your mouth. Maybe have a bajo with you as well.

Phil, laughing: I think- I agree with Trixtion, “Being happy with- for you is a bit much. The most you can expect is tolerance.”

Wilbur: That’s fine. Do you tolerate me eating sand Phil?

Phil: Where are you getting sand from to begin with now that I think about it. You live- you live in Londen there’s just- fucking tems dude.

Wilbur: Any convenient store, construction sites-

Phil: Ooooookay.

Wilbur: Hour glasses-

Phil: OOOOhhh okay.

Wilbur: Fish tanks-

Phil, laughing: Nooooo- stop what you are doing right now.

Wilbur: Crematoriums-

Phil: Bruhhhhhhh- *Cackling* This conversation is over.

Wilbur: Okay, bye bye phil.

Phil, wheezing: You know sometimes I don’t know what I expect from Wil when he’s in one of these moods- uhhh- I was not expecting that though.

TTS Wilbur: Phil call me back. I have something important to tell you.

Phil, now on call again with Wilbur: Hey mate.

Wilbur: So um, uh, on my minecraft did you know that concrete is made out of sand- and glass, a lot of glass is made out of sand. There is only certain kind of sand you can use for making concrete and glass right? And the thing is we’re actually uh, having a little bit of shortatage in the sand you can use to make concrete and glass so uh, due to that you can’t just use it just from like, like the desert you have to take it from like, the beach. Um, so what- there is a sand mafia that exists.

Phil, losing his mind: Shuttt- I hung up on him- I fucking hung up on him.

TTS Wilbur: Phil I wasn’t finished I think you hung up my accident.

TTS Wilbur: Phil I’m going to need you to call me back. Phil, on call again with Wilbur: So there’s an actual sand mafia, you fucking-

Wilbur: Yeah yeah it’s apart of a resource depletion uh, sand is having an extreme amount of resource depletion compared to a lot of things in the world, there is a serious lack of sand- let me send you some sources of what I’m talking about here. This is national geographic and this is uh-

Phil, after a cut: I thought you were fucking with me.

Wilbur: I am not fucking with you Phil.

Phil, laughing: What the fuck is this?

Wilbur: So basically the reason we need to mine so much sand is that we need to extract certain elements like titanium and zirconium. Their mineral, uh, is usually found in sand deposits due to pressure and, um, erosion. So it’s really important that you can uh- that that amount is kept under control and there is a lot of money in the sand business and where there is a lot of money there is- theres a short amount of supply, you know, you find organized crime and that’s why we have the sand mafia. I’m not going to say my eating of sand is contributing to the resource depletion because that would be uh- that would be- what’s the word… irresponsible of me but-

Phil: Mhm?

Wilbur: I’m just saying if you wanna get into trying sand, it’s sooner rather than later.

[ Phil cackles]

Wilbur: You think- I’m really not- I haven’t spoken a single lie this entire stream. I’ve just been talking the truth and everyone has been getting angry at me. I feel like- I feel like Jesus Christ right now Phil.

Phil, laughing: Ohhhh-Kay alright.

Wilbur, now sounding like he’s trying not to smile: I’ve been preaching nothing but the good word

Phil, still dying: Shut-

Wilbur, very close to smiling: And you’re trying to crucify me. Phil: Shut- Shhhhhhhhhhhhshh.

Wilbur, almost laughing: You’re tryna hang me on a cross, Phil. Just like the romans, dude.

Phil: Was this the payoff? Was this the fucking- *Wheeze*

Wilbur, now back to a more calm tone: You’re tryna crucify me. You’re tryna kill Sand Jesus.

Phil: Okay-

Wilbur: It’s not a joke.

Phil, laughing: I can literally hear the smile in your voice.

Wilbur: I’m not smiling, I’ll turn on my webcam for you Phil.

Phil, looking at Wilbur off screen: Jesus that’s horrifying. What is this- what is this angle? Oh I saw- *Laughing.*

[ Wilbur starts laughing as well ]

[ Both of them lose it ]

Phil: Oh my god I tipped over my water. I saw it- Okay okay- I’m gonna hang up. He cracked chat he cracked. Ohh fuck. *Wheezing*

#Wilbur Soot #Philza #i wish i could explain why i spent 2hrs on this but i can not

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