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making an actual post for the first time in a few months to say if you ship himekoha or madakoha you can fuck off and i do not want you on my blog
My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
Yes, actually.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
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Okay, but can we talk about the fact that Essek straight up tried to have Caleb killed? How is that not something they acknowledge in the campaign or talked about more by the fandom? That Volstrucker that the Dynasty captures, the same one that Caleb questions and tries to appeal to, somehow got a sharp piece of metal perfect for stabbing. The Dynasty knows how dangerous these people are. She wouldn't have gotten that metal, a fucking shiv, unless someone gave it to her.
I know Essek is an evil bastard at that point. He's deep in deception with a delightful group of adventures calling him cool and giving him the praise he's always craved, yet that doesn't stop him. He still tries to resist them. He still tries to deflect blame for his actions. All because he's in too deep and terrified they'll find out who he really is (at least, at that point in the story).
Sure, maybe Essek had no fond feelings for them during Caleb's time questioning that Volstrucker, but I wonder if it haunts him in the future after everything? Does he trace a finger over the place where that shiv hit Caleb's flesh? Does he apologize, or just conveniently not mention it? I have so many questions because I refuse to believe the Volstrucker fabricated that weapon herself. Someone gave it to her, and it certainly wasn't the guards.
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I Got Reincarnated as a Minor Character and I Won’t Give Up on TS is the best webnovel ever written. incredibly transgender protagonist, not in the usual "whaaa I got turned into a girl?!" way but "what the fuck I didn't get turned into a girl????" way. and then she gets chuuni and wears gothic lolita clothing and wields a demon scythe that shoots lasers and is also a girl who she does yuri with and she acts all mysterious because she thinks its cool and has star theming. its awesome. she's awesome.
you will love her. also she's a rabid himejoshi did i mention that. she loves yuri. and she also believes in TS yuri.
whenever she faces a social interaction she can't handle she starts acting mysterious and saying stuff that sounds like it has implications so the other party comes up with something on their own and reveals what they think she's talking about. instead of just admitting she doesn't know something. because it would make her seem less mysterious and that's not cool
she asks her scythe to act like she's deeply obsessed with her in a messy codependent master/weapon yuri situationship whenever her scythe takes on human form because she is a massive himejoshi. there are times her friends are in danger of actually dying and chooses not to intervene until the very last possible second because yuri could happen between them when they're pushed to their limits and giving their all
there are MULTIPLE TIMES she monologues to nobody in particular because she's somewhere she thinks it would be cool to monologue alone, only to have someone walk in on her and take her completely seriously. and then from there she has to act like she knew they were there all along because she would be less mysterious if she didn't act like she knew that.
she occasionally references "the organization" that's backing her. it doesn't exist. she's not even bluffing to make herself sound stronger. she does it because she thinks mysterious organizations are cool and it'll make people think she's mysterious and working in the shadows
her name is narou kei
this is like naming your MC “Mary Sue” or “Fan Fiction”
hi guys! discord is doing a survey on how people would like ai to be integrated into discord. take it and say fuck no to every question. when you get to "in general, how do you feel about discord inegrating ai features?", respond that you would actively get everyone you know off of discord and wouldn't pay for nitro or other shop items if they added ai features.
watch out for the trap! there's ONE QUESTION where the last option *isn't* the max 'no AI' option, read each part carefully to be sure
waiter! waiter! more polysho circus yuri please!!
occtism creature
unwell about occtis tachonis tonight bc I, too, have had a bad but survivable childhood until ultimately hitting a breaking point after a series of utter failures in early adulthood. and then had to rebuild while getting advice from supportive people who ultimately can't understand how to help fix the problem because none of them have done this before.
none of them have had to come back like this.
anyways, I wish pincushion was real
A concept: Julien unsurprisingly starts having really horrendous nightmares on very regular basis, the kind where he wakes up crying out. It’s deeply embarrassing to him that the entire party knows about it, and he’s very prickly if anyone tries to help or comfort him.
Enter Occtis, who doesn’t need to sleep anymore, and comes up with a solution: send Pin. If he hears Julien start to stir or moan in his sleep, he sends Pin over to give him a little nudge or lick his face to wake him up before it gets worse. This saves Julien’s pride, since as far as he knows, it’s just that weird little fox that heard him and decided to investigate. The rest of the party doesn’t need to know he had yet another nightmare and woke up crying about his father.
At first Julien kind of brushes Pin off after he wakes up, wanting nothing to do with that little creature, but after this happens a few times…he lets Pin stick around. The little thing must be looking for someone to give him attention, because he keeps nuzzling against Julien and licking him. And there’s no one else around to see, so what’s the harm in petting him a little? He’d never admit it, but it is soothing. It’s easier to get back to sleep afterward, and the nightmares become less frequent in time.
Occtis, meanwhile, is careful to keep far enough away that Julien doesn’t suspect it’s him sending Pin, and just keeps that little secret to himself.
OMG the Tachonis children are named after the 8 bones of the neurocranium
1 frontal bone
1 ethmoid bone
1 sphenoid bone
2 parietal bones
2 temporal bones
1 occipital bone
Since they're in a 3-dimensional space there isn't necessarily a common "order" they are listed in, but occipital bone is the furthest lower back of the skull, and I've arranged the list above in roughly "front to back" which does place Ethrand as 2nd and Occtis as 8th.
So the "occ" in Occtis is not dressing up "Oct" or any 8-related meaning, it's fully just referencing occipital. Occipital means "back of the head" from the Latin Ob (in back of) + Caput (head). The word part ob can also mean "in the way of, against," (see: obstruction) and it's probably unintentional but fun that this source for Occtis's name can also be translated to "against the head" as in, Occtis rebelling against the head of his House.
Referencing the bones of the skull is SUCH a fun goth vibe for house Tachonis and their necromancy (even as I have to laugh at the idea of like... "and this is my cousin, Distal Phlanges").
Hey i’m a fashion design student so i have tons and tons of pdfs and docs with basic sewing techniques, pattern how-tos, and resources for fabric and trims. I’ve compiled it all into a shareable folder for anyone who wants to look into sewing and making their own clothing. I’ll be adding to this folder whenever i come across new resources
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/16uhmMb8kE4P_vOSycr6XSa9zpmDijZSd?usp=sharing
Updated just now with new hand sewing resources (mainly buttonholes) and textbook pdfs on fashion history, fashion illustration, and thinking through designs!
OP I owe you my life
OP you are the greatest person currently in my life. You beautiful, thoughtful creature.
A true blessing
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