In Wuthering waves Aemeath became a digital, ghost after over clocking and sacrificing herself to seal a dangerous threnodian named Aleph-1, in simple terms a really bad and scary dangerous monster. We learn this trapped Aemeath in a time loop behind the stridergate, in the void. She was previously a human, but was forced to be the savior of lahai-roi. And possibly the world as well. She resonated with the Exostrider, and this act resulted in her becoming a digital ghost without a true physical form. 3.1’s final scene leaves us with Aemeath’s “lifeless” shell of herself, but it is an anchor for her consciousness in the void space.

Aleph-1, also known as Hvedrungr, is the Threnodian of Lahai-Roi. It is a Void Storm that erases people's existence and memories, unlike normal Tacet Discords that just petrify them. It is considered the strongest Threnodian due to its existential erasure power, potentially linked to the region's research focus and desire for space, causing people to forget their origins. Erasing the memories of a person is like killing them a second time, as it’s basically like that person would not exist.

The Exostrider is a mechanoid created by the Homeland Civilization to transport Sentinels to Solaris-3. There are multiple Exostriders, but the one in Solaris (Baldur) was intercepted by Aleph-1 in space and sealed it with the help of Aemeath. The Exostrider, also known as Baldur, is a massive mechanoid of alien origin currently located in the Roya Frostlands. It is implied to be related to the technology that composes the Sentinels, and acts as the region's Sentinel, protecting the Roya Frostlands from the Threnodian of Erasure, Aleph-1. In simple terms, it is a cool robot with a giant sword.

I also noticed that a lot of these second names look to be Norwegian? Or possibly a similar language, maybe even Swedish or in that area of Europe. But besides my confusion and interest.

going into re-downloading the game to play the new update, I still feel that love. The determination to save someone close to you, even if it’s just a game character, and to protect them with your very well-being is what I feel. Aleph-1 took our daughter, even if she’s adopted. All I want, and what the rest of the fan base wants, is to bring her home for good.

That’s also why some of the Twitter fanbase pisses me off, mentioning the infamous and scary “gacha grail” group. In simple terms, they are a group of gamers who have very…weird views and ideals. This group is also very into really weird ships. Yes, what I was getting at is incest. They ship Rover and Aemeath as an incest ship, but they think she is “wife material” and a “waifu” and “part of the harem”. I hope you don’t mind this part being a rant. If anyone thinks that a mother should be shipped with her child, they’re on some sort of cocaine and hallucinating really bad. That’s why I wanna start a war with anyone who thinks that, but also saying fuck the weird people on the internet. Aemeath is my daughter. And while she is not real, she exists. And I pray I can get Aemeath home in-game. My next goal is to pull for her in-game whenever she gets a rerun.

Thank you for reading. And if you have the time and like fantasy games, you should play Wuthering Waves!

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As she tried to gather her thoughts, the door swung open, revealing Miles standing there, accompanied by three unfamiliar faces. A sense of trepidation washed over her, but their warm smiles quickly eased her fears. "Hey, Iris," Miles greeted gently. "These are some friends who want to meet you."

Stepping forward, the first person introduced herself as Gwen, a striking girl with vibrant blonde hair. She exuded an air of confidence, her presence instantly drawing Iris in. Next was Peter, a middle-aged man with a kind smile and a few laugh lines. His eyes twinkled with wisdom, and Iris could sense a comforting aura around him. Lastly, there was Miguel, a man from the future who had joined them in this merged world.

Miguel and Peter exchanged a knowing glance before Miguel spoke up. "We've been talking, Iris," he began. "Considering the circumstances, we were wondering if you'd be open to having two parental figures in your life. Miles told us how much he cared for you, and we thought it might help, given the world we're living in now."

Iris blinked back tears, her heart both heavy with grief and touched by their kindness. She looked at Miles, who nodded in support. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she managed to whisper, "Yes, I... I think that would be okay."

A genuine smile lit up Gwen's face, and Peter's eyes softened with understanding. Miguel, too, seemed relieved, and Iris could see the affection in his eyes as he opened his arms. Tentatively, she took a step forward and wrapped her arms around him, her small frame embraced by his strong presence.

In that moment, Iris felt a flicker of hope amidst the darkness that had engulfed her. She realized she wasn't alone in her grief, and these newfound friends were willing to share the burden with her. They were a family, woven together by circumstances and a desire to protect each other in this merged multiverse.

Days turned into weeks, and the pain slowly dulled as Iris adjusted to her new reality. Gwen, with her fiery spirit, became a sister to her, guiding her through the challenges they faced. Peter, with his patience and wisdom, provided the steady hand of a father figure, offering guidance when needed. And Miguel, with his unique perspective on time and space, brought a sense of adventure and excitement into her life.

Together, they forged a bond that surpassed the boundaries of blood, united by their shared loss and the determination to honor the memory of Miles' parents. They faced the challenges of the merged world head-on, working as a team to navigate the complexities and protect those in need.

Iris knew that she would always carry the weight of the Morales' sacrifice within her, but now she understood that it wasn't just a burden. It was a reminder of the love that Miles and his parents had shown her, and the love she could continue to give to those around her. With her newfound family by her side, Iris stepped forward, embracing her fiery personality and embracing the possibilities that lay ahead in the spiderverse.

Alone in her room, Iris sat on the edge of her bed, her mind clouded with swirling thoughts and a heaviness that refused to dissipate. It was in this vulnerable moment of solitude that she heard a whisper, faint at first, but growing stronger with each passing second. It was a voice—a female voice, seductive and alluring.

"Imagine the power you could wield, Iris," the voice whispered, weaving its way into her mind. "Imagine the fame and control that could be yours. Embrace your potential."

Confusion and curiosity battled within Iris as she tried to make sense of the disembodied voice. Who was speaking to her? And why did their words hold such temptation? As she pondered these questions, a male voice joined in, deep and persuasive.

"Yes, Iris. Embrace the possibilities that lie ahead. Break free from the chains of guilt and sorrow. The world is yours for the taking," the male voice enticed, its words echoing through her thoughts.

The allure of power and control danced tantalizingly before her eyes, whispering promises of a life where she could shape her own destiny. For five long minutes, Iris struggled to resist the seductive pull, her mind wrestling with the choice before her. But deep down, she knew that such promises came at a steep cost.

With a surge of determination, Iris closed her eyes and took a deep breath, silencing the persuasive voices in her head. She focused on the memories of Miles, Gwen, Peter, and Miguel—her newfound family who had shown her love and support in the face of tragedy. Their unwavering presence reminded her of the true strength that lay within her, the strength to face adversity head-on and choose a path of righteousness.

Opening her eyes, Iris found clarity in the realization that change was indeed imminent. But it wouldn't be the kind of change promised by the seductive voices. It would be a change fueled by resilience, love, and a burning desire to protect those she cared about.

Gathering her resolve, Iris stood up from the bed, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. She knew that the power she sought wasn't one of dominance and control, but rather the power to make a difference, to bring hope to a world in need.

As she stepped out of her room, Iris felt a renewed sense of purpose and a newfound strength coursing through her veins. The whispers of temptation had no hold over her anymore. She was ready to embrace the change that was coming, guided by her own convictions and the love she shared with her spider-verse family.

Little did she know that her journey was just beginning, and the trials she would face would test her spirit and resolve like never before. But with her fiery personality and the support of her loved ones, Iris was prepared to stand tall in the face of adversity, forging her own destiny in the spiderverse.

As the rain poured down in the misty afternoon, Iris sought solace from the turmoil within, stepping out of the house with an umbrella in hand. The droplets cascaded around her, blending with the melancholy atmosphere. Clutching her forehead with one hand, she walked aimlessly through the wet streets, hoping the rain would wash away the weight on her heart.

Back at the house, her spider-verse family grew concerned, sensing Iris's distress. Miles, Gwen, Peter, and Miguel exchanged worried glances, determined to ensure her well-being. They decided to keep an eye on her, watching from the rooftops to avoid raising suspicion.

As Iris navigated the rain-soaked streets, she stumbled and accidentally bumped into a teenager her own age. The boy had vibrant purple short hair, standing out amidst the grayness of the rain. He reached out a hand to steady her and offered his assistance. "Are you okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

Iris nodded, a weak smile forming on her lips. "I'm alright, just a... very painful headache," she replied, her voice reflecting her exhaustion.

The boy, named Scaramouche, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pill bottle. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna poison you," he chuckled softly. "This is some aspirin that'll last you three months. It should help with the pain until it settles. And when it does, keep it just in case you need the painkillers again."

Touched by his kindness, Iris gratefully accepted the offering, her smile growing more genuine. "Thank you, Scara," she expressed, appreciating his gesture. "You really didn't have to help me. Is it alright if I ask your name?"

Scara nodded, his own smile widening. "My name is Scaramouche, but you can just call me Scara," he replied, his voice warm and inviting. "I have to get going now, but here's my phone number if you ever want to hang out or chat."

Iris's heart lightened, and she took his phone number, tucking it away safely. "Thank you, Scara," she said sincerely. "I hope to see you again."

With a final wave, Scara bid her farewell, disappearing into the rainy afternoon. Iris stood there for a moment, feeling a flicker of hope reignite within her. She knew she wasn't alone in her struggles, that kindness and friendship could be found in unexpected places.

Unbeknownst to Iris, her spider-verse family had witnessed the encounter from their rooftop vantage point. Seeing her exchange smiles with Scara, their worries eased. Satisfied that she seemed to be in good hands, they continued to keep a watchful eye, knowing that even amidst their own battles, they could always count on each other.

As the rain continued to pour, Iris felt a renewed sense of purpose. The weight on her shoulders felt a little lighter, and she clutched the pill bottle in her hand, a reminder of the small acts of kindness that could make a difference. With her newfound friendship and her spider-verse family watching over her, she braced herself for the challenges that awaited, knowing that together they could weather any storm.

And so, under the watchful eyes of her loved ones, Iris walked through the rain, her determination unyielding. The spider-verse awaited, and she was ready to face it head-on, armed with the strength of her family and the support of newfound friends like Scaramouche, ready to embrace the adventures that lay ahead in the misty afternoon.

Iris returned home, the rainwater dripping from her umbrella as she stepped through the front door. Peter, sensing her troubled state, approached her and sat down on the couch beside her. Concern etched across his face, he gently asked, "Are you okay, Iris?"

For a brief moment, Iris hesitated. The weight of her emotions threatened to spill over, but she knew she had to protect her loved ones from unnecessary worry. She mustered a smile, albeit a feigned one, and replied, "Mentally and physically, it's been a really rough day."

Peter nodded understandingly, his hand reaching out to pat her back reassuringly. "I'm here for you, Iris," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine care. "If you ever need to talk or just take a break from everything, remember that we're family. We'll support you no matter what."

As they sat together on the lonely couch, Iris felt a sense of comfort wash over her. Peter's presence and empathetic words served as a balm to her troubled soul. In the safety of their conversation, she found solace, sharing the burdens that weighed heavily on her heart.

The two talked, their voices mingling in the air as Iris expressed her innermost thoughts and fears. Peter listened attentively, offering advice and words of wisdom when needed, but mostly providing a compassionate ear for her to unload her emotions. It was in these moments of vulnerability that Iris realized she didn't have to bear the weight of her guilt and sorrow alone.

Time seemed to blur as they sat there, the gentle cadence of their conversation providing a respite from the chaos that surrounded them. Peter's presence reminded Iris that she was not alone in her struggles and that her spider-verse family was there to lend their unwavering support.

Eventually, as the weight on her shoulders eased ever so slightly, Iris offered Peter a genuine smile, one that reflected a glimmer of hope. "Thank you, Peter," she said sincerely. "I'm grateful to have you all by my side. Together, we can face whatever comes our way."

Peter returned her smile, his eyes filled with warmth and compassion. "Absolutely, Iris," he replied. "Remember, we're a team. We'll navigate the challenges together and come out stronger on the other side."

With renewed determination and a support system that she could lean on, Iris felt a renewed sense of purpose. Though the road ahead would be difficult, she knew that she had the love and understanding of her spider-verse family to guide her.

As the evening settled in, Iris and Peter continued to talk, their connection deepening. Their conversation served as a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always a glimmer of light, a ray of hope to guide them through.

And so, on that lonely couch, amidst the safety of their shared vulnerability, Iris and Peter forged a bond that would strengthen their resolve and prepare them for the challenges that awaited in the spider-verse. Together, they would face the future, supporting and uplifting one another along the way.

After a family dinner that brought a temporary sense of normalcy, Iris retreated to her room, closing the door behind her. She stood in front of the mirror, her eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Suddenly, a white and black figure materialized behind her, causing her heart to skip a beat.

The man introduced himself as "The Spot," a name that sent shivers down Iris's spine. Memories of her brother's encounter with this mysterious figure flooded her mind. She couldn't help but wonder how he was alive after Miles had seemingly disintegrated him. Before she could voice her question, "The Spot" dismissed it, clearly preferring to focus on the present.

As his hand gently touched her head, Iris felt a surge of power coursing through her veins. She could sense the energy swirling within her, awakening something dormant. A hidden smirk played across "The Spot's" face as he spoke, "Thank me later, but this is the power of six out of seven gnosis."

Iris's eyes widened in awe, her mind racing with questions. Before she could inquire further, "The Spot" patted her head, as if bestowing a blessing, and vanished as mysteriously as he had appeared. Left alone in her room, Iris was dazed, trying to comprehend the magnitude of the power she had just experienced.

Iris stood in front of the mirror, her mind swirling with questions after her encounter with "The Spot." Though he had disappeared, leaving her alone in her room, she couldn't shake off the lingering sense of mystery surrounding his appearance.

As she contemplated the events that had unfolded, cryptic voices suddenly echoed within her mind, like whispers carried on the wind. They spoke of power, destiny, and a hidden truth that awaited her. Amidst the jumbled fragments of their words, a single word stood out, etching itself in her thoughts—56 Everwinter Avenue.

Curiosity burned within Iris as she tried to make sense of the message. What significance did this location hold? Who or what awaited her there? It was as if a puzzle piece had been handed to her, beckoning her to uncover the larger picture.

Taking a deep breath, Iris focused her thoughts and delved further into her own mind, seeking clarity amidst the chaotic whispers. In the depths of her consciousness, she tapped into a well of inner strength, determined to decipher the secrets that lay before her.

But the answers remained elusive, like shadows dancing just beyond her grasp. Frustration mixed with determination, urging her to uncover the truth. Iris resolved to follow the path that had been set before her, trusting that it would lead her closer to the answers she sought.

Days turned into nights as Iris tirelessly researched, scouring the depths of the internet and seeking any information that could shed light on 56 Everwinter Avenue. The more she delved, the more she realized that it was no ordinary address. Whispers of otherworldly occurrences and supernatural phenomena surrounded the location, adding to the enigma that now consumed her thoughts.

With her spider-verse family none the wiser, Iris embarked on a solitary quest, determined to uncover the secrets of 56 Everwinter Avenue. She moved cautiously, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with her desire for knowledge, aware that the path she treaded was fraught with danger.

As Iris prepared to venture into the unknown, she couldn't help but wonder about the true nature of her powers and their connection to this mysterious address. The pieces of the puzzle were scattered, waiting to be assembled, and she was determined to unlock the truth that lay hidden within the spider-verse.

Armed with her fiery spirit, the untapped power coursing through her veins, and the cryptic whispers echoing in her mind, Iris prepared herself for the journey ahead. She knew that the road would be treacherous, filled with challenges she couldn't yet comprehend, but her resolve remained unyielding.

Taking one last look at the mirror, Iris locked eyes with her reflection, her gaze burning with determination. "56 Everwinter Avenue," she whispered, the words carrying a weight of both curiosity and purpose. "I will uncover the truth, no matter the cost."

And with that, Iris stepped out of her room, ready to face the mysteries that awaited her, eager to unlock the secrets hidden within the address that had captivated her mind. The spider-verse held more than she could have ever imagined, and she was determined to embrace it all.

The next morning, the spider-verse family gathered for breakfast, sharing a meal that held a sense of familiarity and warmth. However, despite the comforting atmosphere, Miguel and Peter couldn't help but notice the quietness that enveloped Iris. Concern etched on their faces, they exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the need to check in on her.

As Iris finished her breakfast, her family's watchful gazes fell upon her. Miguel spoke up, his voice laced with genuine care, "Hey, Iris. Is everything okay? You've been really quiet this morning."

Iris nodded, offering a faint smile to reassure them. "Yeah, I'm okay," she replied softly, though her eyes betrayed the lingering thoughts that occupied her mind. She knew she couldn't burden them with the weight of her inner turmoil. "I just need to clear my head a bit."

Peter nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of understanding and concern. "Take all the time you need, Iris," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "But please, stay safe out there."

With those parting words, Iris left the house, her steps carrying her down the familiar block. In her hand, she clutched the post-it note bearing the address that had been whispered to her by the cryptic voices. It served as a beacon, guiding her towards the enigmatic 56 Everwinter Avenue.

Unbeknownst to Iris, her spider-verse family had made a silent vow to keep a watchful eye on her, even from a distance. From the rooftops, Peter spotted her departure and shared the news with the others. They understood the importance of giving Iris space while ensuring her safety, especially when other heroes were patrolling the city that day.

As Iris walked down the block, the weight of her purpose hung heavy in the air. The closer she got to her destination, the louder the cryptic voices in her mind grew, their whispers intertwining with her every thought. "Warm," "close," "peace"—the fragmented messages echoed, leaving her both intrigued and unsettled.

Iris scanned the buildings, searching for the elusive number 56. Her senses heightened, attuned to the hidden clues that surrounded her. The voices grew more insistent, their urgency guiding her steps as she neared her destination.

And then, like a puzzle piece falling into place, Iris's gaze landed upon a building adorned with the number 56. A surge of anticipation and trepidation coursed through her, for she knew that she had arrived at the threshold of something significant.

Her surroundings seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy, as if the air itself held secrets waiting to be unraveled. With each passing moment, Iris could feel her connection to the spider-verse deepening, intertwining with the enigmatic power that resided within her.

Taking a deep breath, Iris steeled herself, determination etched across her face. The whispers of the voices in her mind melded into a singular purpose, urging her forward. With cautious steps, she approached the entrance of 56 Everwinter Avenue, knowing that within its walls lay answers she had been seeking.

As the door creaked open, Iris crossed the threshold, stepping into the unknown. The journey that lay ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but she carried with her the strength of her spider-verse family and the flickering hope that this path would lead her to the truth.

As Iris ventured further into the unknown, her spider-verse family watched from the rooftops, their concern for her well-being palpable. From their elevated vantage point, they kept a vigilant eye on her, their voices hushed as they whispered amongst themselves.

Miguel peered through his mask, his gaze never leaving Iris as she made her way towards 56 Everwinter Avenue. He turned to Peter, his voice laced with worry, "Do you think she'll be okay? We can't just let her face this alone."

Peter nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and protective instinct. "I know, Miguel," he replied softly. "But we have to respect her wishes. She needs to find her own path, and we can only support her from a distance."

Gwen, ever perceptive, added her thoughts, her voice tinged with empathy, "Iris has always been strong-willed. We have to trust that she'll make the right choices, even in the face of uncertainty. We're here to have her back when she needs us."

As they continued to observe Iris's progress, Rose, her absence deeply felt, shared her own concern. "I wish I could be there with her," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of longing and regret. "But I know she's capable. She has the strength within her to overcome whatever awaits."

Miguel placed a comforting hand on Rose's shoulder, a silent gesture of support. "We all wish we could be by her side," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet resolve. "But for now, we have to trust in her abilities and have faith in her journey."

The family fell silent once more, their collective gaze never wavering from Iris. They knew that she had embarked on a path that held both danger and possibility. Their role now was to be her silent guardians, offering unwavering support from afar, ready to lend a hand when the time was right.

As Iris disappeared into the depths of 56 Everwinter Avenue, the spider-verse family remained watchful, their concern mingling with hope. They knew that she was strong, fiery, and determined—a force to be reckoned with. And though their hearts yearned to intervene, they trusted in her strength and resilience.

In the quiet solitude of their rooftop perch, they stood united, bound by their love for Iris and their shared commitment to protect the spider-verse. They would be there for her, their eyes never straying, ready to offer guidance and support as she navigated the twists and turns of her own unique journey.

As the sun continued its ascent in the sky, casting its warm glow over the city, the spider-verse family remained steadfast, their silent vigil a testament to their unwavering bond. Together, they awaited the moment when Iris would emerge from the depths of 56 Everwinter Avenue, forever changed by the secrets she would uncover on her path to self-discovery.

Tommy walked across the side of the lake, it was a cold night and he had only gotten a certain amount of 14 mobs down. He looked up at the stars, they had just entered another war because of how chaotic Wilbur would be, lying that we'd won the election. A lot of people hate him now, He still thinks Wilbur has a heart.

Dream walked out of the bushes and knocked Tommy out, it was the only way to get him to talk to him. Besides, Jschlatt was at dream's house waiting to see if he would be the traitor or not. Tommy woke up in a room where Techno blade, Dream, And Jschlatt had stood with Quackity George and Sapnap.

Tommy smiled, he knew he wanted to get out of L'manburg and fast, so he smirked after Dream told him. "Do you want to be the traitor, and leave those old fool's at L'manburg behind?" Tommy gasped and chuckled, "I do! I really do! I never get the spotlight and Wilbur is stressing me out with his plans.”

Dream chuckled, and Tommy shook his hand proudly. "Welcome to the team, Tommyinnit."

Tubbo saw this, but kept it secret and forced himself not to tell anyone. "For Tommy's sake," he muttered quietly. Tommy got his stuff teleported to Dream's big castle base, and had a big room waiting for him. He met Eret and some other traitors like Niki and manifold, but he never truly met them except for saving them from the nuke. They hugged me and smiled with joy, "Welcome to the team!"

Wilbur was worried back in L'manburg, only tubbo came back from his trip to find bees, Tommy never came back. "Guys, where is Tommy?" Tubbo put on a scarred face, but the other pogtopia members were freaking out, "We have to find him! Maybe Dream is torturing him right now!" Everyone was scared, But Tubbo...And Only he knew Tommy was okay, But he kept a straight face so they would not suspect anything from him.

About 5 weeks have passed, they have never found Tommy's whereabouts...But today was the Manburg festival. Even the old Manburg was invited, but they were surprised to see three masked and cloaked people, Dream and Jschlatt taking turns. "These three are the pogtopia or the old L'manburg traitors!" Tommy was the first to take off his hood and mask, then it was Niki and Jack Manifold, some of his close friends, as traitors. Tubbo and the old L'manburg gasped, as Dream and Jschlatt let me climb up to the large podium. "I bet this is a surprise, huh." Tommy chuckled, "Wilbur, I wonder if you can fit into your head, how your little brother has betrayed you...After you harassing him till midnight about the war, how to win it, how to end it.." Niki hugged Tommy. "But it's over, you lost someone key to L'manburg, because of Wilbur Soot's actions against his "Little" brother, Oh how sad...is it?"

Dream Walked Tommy back to Niki and Jack, They sat on a gold bench and whispered. "What now," Niki asked Tommy while Jack listened. "We wait till Dream says "Peace" and gives us a peace sign, and we disappear saying goodbye." Tommy looked towards where Dream and Jschlatt were, they were talking about the festivities, and games at the festival. The leader of the traitor's, Tommy would say a few words.

Tommy was going to say a few words about the traitor's, Dream, Jschlatt, and how manburg can be better in his eyes. He talked about building new homes for newcomers, raising the taxes to 4 diamonds every 2 months. And at the end, he stated something tubbo felt warm to hear. "And, Tubbo will still be my friend, I have been allowed to stay friends with someone, and I choose tubbo to keep.."

"This is Arc two people, another legion and version of l'manburg...One of the people Dream, myself, Niki, or Jack..will be patrolling the town between 8-9 pm. "Anyone out between 11 pm-1 am will be fined 10 diamonds."

"Peace" Dream sighed and Tommy, Niki, Jack, Dream, And Jschlatt had left at the ending ceremony of the games. Tommy laid on his bed, smiling at the small win he had made today. He felt happier, to be away from his brother's, and his dad...PhIlza.

Niki Knocked on the door, the anxiety befriending her as she had to ask something important. 

"Tommy? Might I come in?" Niki asked, Tommy, opened the door with a beeping noise and let her in. "Hi Tommy, We all just wanted to know if you were alright, you were in your room for a while crying after we left the stage." Tommy smiled at what Niki asked, "It's fine, it's just hard to process being a traitor for the first time in my life." Niki smiled, "I have to go patrol with Jack, see you at 2:00 AM!" Tommy smiled, He felt warm and fuzzy inside. "See you later as well." He was alone because Dream and Jschlatt were talking with the old L'manburg in the meeting room, He walked down the halls as he felt cold. He went mining in the private cave and found 5 stacks of diamonds, he went back to his room to craft, when he heard a certain someone talking to Dream outside, Wilbur and...Dadza?" He watched closely but kept himself hidden enough to hear it all. Dream was yelling that Tommy would never go back to them after what they did to him, and it was true...he was right.

When your Light’s gone, What do you do?

Chapter 2.

Tommy and Tubbo were hanging out, they walked by to the lake and sat. "Tommy, why? I know Wilbur but-" Tubbo sighed as Tommy was silently crying, "You'd never understand..You just would not get it! I've been called the whole reason this war started! the whole reason some of the l'manburg members are traitors! the reason they dropped nukes! nukes I say!" And Tommy was crying, it looked like he was broken. But that was not the point, Tubbo hugged him and smiled. "Whatever way you are, I'm happy for you, and I'm happy we are still friends..To the moon and back...Remember?" Tommy smiled, "See you later tubbo..And...Good luck." Tubbo smiled hugging him, "I'll be okay...I'm sure of it.." and Tommy smiled walking to Dream as they teleported home. He sat with them all playing truth or dare, it would be dramatic for him..For something, he knew that it wouldn't happen as soon enough as he thought. "Tommy, Tommy Truth or dare?" Tommy thought, "Dare...Try me, Jack.." as Manifold chuckled, "I dare you to say the person that you despise the most, but you miss the most at the same time." Tommy thought about it for a bit, "I guess...PhIlza...He was a better father than I can imagine, I wonder how he feels that his son's in the dark." He felt fire engulf from his hands, Dream stopped it and they were surprised. "I think Tommy has fire powers from that blaze giving him that blue blaze rod...The fire is blue flames, the hottest burning." Jack and Niki said Jschlatt hugged him. "Tommy my boy! You got fired !" and I smiled, "Dream, Niki, Jack, we can win the war now..."

This was it, Me versus my brothers...Wilbur and Techno...Was I ready? I had to see what my fire would help with. After sword fighting I switched to flames, They both dodged the flames as the power was getting to my head, I stopped as I dodged their attacks. It hurt, but I sent blue flames to surround us, Tubbo yelled. "Tommy Stop!! You're going to hurt them!!!" I flinched when Tubbo said the word "Hurt'' It made me lash out in insanity. "THEY HURT ME FIRST! THEY GAVE ME RESPONSIBILITIES I WAS SCARED OR WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO DO! BE A SPY IN POGTOPIA FROM TECHNO, BLOW UP L'MANBURG FROM WILBUR, BECOME THE VILLAIN FROM WILBUR, HURT EVERYONE FROM TECHNO...IT GOES ON AND ON!" Tommy was punching the frozen water. 

Tubbo ran over to him and hugged him, "Tommy Calm.." As he felt calmer, But he got up with the help of Tubbo as Tubbo walked him off the lake to dream and Manifold. "Take him home, let him rest." as Tubbo walked over to them. "You made him go insane, why would you ask him those things?" The two brothers felt bad, but they had to save their little brother. Even if they had to die saving him.

Tommy slid under Techno as he shot a crossbow at him, missing him dodging Wilbur's Netherite sword. He backflipped and attacked Wilbur with pure strength, he walked across the lake, and with every step, there were tiny explosions. "Did someone say rebellion?" He chuckled with pure insanity in his eyes.

He escaped into Pogtopia and shot fireworks at the walls, he ran and hid under a small table, but he was able to fit and curl up into a ball, Wilbur went through the room where his table was, He sighed.

Niki and Jack got more traitors, they shot arrows at the pogtopia and l'manburg enemies. Tommy cheers, "IT WAS MEANT TO BE!!" and Niki grabbed his hand and pulled him up onto the helicopter. Dream and Jschlatt climbed up and Tommy cheered, "We did it! and we got Fundy Sapnap George and Eret!" George Found a flower crown of red and white and passed it to Tommy. “You deserve it.” as Tommy smiled with tears and hugged him, “Thank you, GeorgeNotFound..Here’s one for you..” I gave him a blue and green flower crown, and he smiled with pure joy. As you can tell from his face, He and I hugged as we held onto the pole and looked down at the burning community house, Wilbur was crying on the ground, but where were Techno, Philza, and….”TUBBO?” He and the other two held onto the helicopter with the other surviving members of Pogtopia, the whole place was frozen, I could feel the wind hurtling on my back, it felt odd. Wilbur and Tubbo reached for my hands, I grabbed them and held on. “GUYS! HELP ME PULL THEM UP!” They came but as soon as I let go I fell, plunging into a forest full of hostile mobs, and who knows what else. This was just like exile all over again, Huh.  I closed my eyes, a few minutes later Tubbo, Wilbur, And Dream had me on a cot of the slow flying helicopter, It was loud. But i smiled weakly at Tubbo and he hugged me, “Tommy, I-I thought you were a goner.. You would not wake up..” And they told me they saw Tubbo singing to you, In the sweetest voice he could.

Everything stays right where you left it

Everything stays

But it still changes

Ever so slightly, daily and nightly

In little ways, when everything stays

Chapter 3.

The Nightmares

Tommy woke up into a nightmare, the 16th of november was closing in. This was future sight, The place was in ashes and many were injured..By….Wilbur. I saw Michael, Ranboo and Tubbo’s adopted Piglin child, He had gotten saved by the fire by Tubbo, I would be helping Ranboo and the others evacuate into the caves, all the mobs were gone because we used a few tricks to make sure they would not hurt us while mining, back before I got involved as a traitor. The memory switched, Wilbur had just asked to be killed by phil, he could not take the burden of blowing up his home. It was done, Wilbur crawled out to me weakly crying. “Im sorry, I should have...Saved you.” I saw Philza flying away and yelled to him, he ignored me as I laid Poor wilbur in the only flowers left in that cave, Daffodils, Daisy’s, And Rose’s. I woke up, gasping for air. I hugged Dream, Tubbo and the others went back to L’manburg. Dream smiled at me, Like it was a sense everything was okay and nothing would hurt me. Dream and I got up, we walked to the breakfast hall and ate with the others, smiling at each other for the coolest and easiest mission ever, and getting 3 recruits. Tommy let the cold refreshing wind fly across his face as eret walked over to where he was and sat on the edge of the helicopter, holding onto the side gently. “Hey Tommy, What’s getting you down after the big showdown we just had?” and Tommy barely looked at him, “I'm scared for the 16th...It's our final day...our final chance…” and Eret hugged him. “It's going to be okay tommy, we can win…”Tommy nodded, Eret helped him on one of the helicopter seat’s, sam and the others had finally finished the huge castle, beaming with light’s, it had S.M.P on it, and I knew that it was our new home, our new base of plans. The team of traitors were amazed at the huge castle created, we could see which color balcony was leading into whose room, It was so beautiful.

 “Hey Eret! Look down below us!” And we could see that a running track and a pool was built for us. “Woah!” He gasped chuckling. Tommy and Eret sat with Niki and the other traitor’s, The people in l’manburg saw our helicopter land about 10 long miles away, it was going to be a long trip to save Tommy. Wilbur led the team as they had full netherite armor and gear for the fight, Tommy saw them at the entrance and alerted everyone, They leaped down the stairs as eret and jack were told to protect Tommy. They barged in, so Tommy Eret and Jack ran to the roof, which was a shelter. Tubbo wilbur philza and technoblade made it to the roof, we hid as I whimpered quietly. Wilbur found us and the others ran over, I had visions of the future in my mind and felt dull as Wilbur hugged me randomly, but Jack and Eret pulled me back and protected me. “Tommy take your sword, go as fast as you can...and run away from here..” Tommy nodded and Ran down the stairs, Technoblade and Philza were fighting Jack and Eret, But Tubbo and Wilbur chased Tommy. He leaped down the stairs not taking fall damage and ran to Dream and Jschlatt. He whispered that they were chasing him and Dream nodded. “Meet us and the other traitor’s at pogtopia...Go…Now!” 

Chapter four, Escape while you still can.

Tommy watched as they held Wilbur and Tubbo back, they fought for a few minutes, he looked back and he was being chased. Tubbo yelled, “Tommy stop!” I held my breath and fell. Tubbo hugged me and I still whimpered under the manipulation from Dream, “W-Wilbur..D-don’t blow up l’manburg..” As Wilbur and Tubbo exchanged looks, “How did you know?” they asked me, “I can see the future.” As I escaped surrounding the so-called “Heroes' ' with fire, the helicopter came with Eret throwing down a rope as I climbed up,Dream and Eret grabbed my hands and pulled me up, I was crying with sheer pain. Eret and George hugged me, Dream put a warm  blanket on me as I fell asleep on Eret’s Lap. Tommy looked at the family photo with techno and wilbur sitting on a tree log, Philza Holding me, small and innocent...me. I knew what I had to do, I told the traitor’s I had to go out, and I ran to destroy the bombs that could blow up l’manburg, to stop it from blowing up. I deleted it one by one, and at the end of it I had 8 stacks of bombs. “Phew.” I wiped the barren sweat off of my head. Then I heard everyone in PogTopia saying something was inside the walls of it, I gasped, And I silently blocked off the entrance and placed torches in the wall so I could destroy the rest of the bomb. I muttered, “Now...Wilbur won't be blowing up l’manburg anytime soon..”

Tommy heard a voice, telling him while he was in the walls to do the only thing he had left to do, Escape.

“..Escape while you still Can…”

They were going inside the walls, they then saw my nametag. “Tommy’s destroying the inside!” As I gasped and mined quicker, I had to escape, I just had to.  Wilbur spotted me as I placed bundle’s of obsidian, the others had a plan and had  gone around the obsidian and reached me, I leaped over lava looking at the exit in front of me, As I quickly climbed the stone stairs I blocked the exit with cobblestone. Dream nodded, “Good job Tommy, now wilbur can't blow up l’manburg.” Wilbur gasped as everyone turned to him, Tommy was wearing his robe. "This is what you wanted, right...brother?" And Wilbur was crying, "I NEVER WANTED YOU TO BE THE VILLAIN! I NEVER WANTED YOU TO BE BAD! YOU ARE MY BROTHER! WHAT ELSE COULD I DO! I'M SORRY!" But Tommy flinched at the word sorry, "Oh he's sorry! Oh, he's sorry! Too bad, you hurt me enough..." He walked off towards Dream and Wilbur grabbed his hand with Tubbo. "Wait, Listen...Wilbur did it under pressure, he's never been in these types of wars before...Please forgive him.." as Tommy sighed, "I'll think about it." as he walked off to the other traitors.

Chapter 5

Family Talk.

Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, and Tommy sat on a bench, they were overlooking the sea as they talked. “Wilbur, I want to know why you wanted to blow it up.” Wilbur sighed, “I-Its because..When you go insane from losing your little brother to the darkside, it makes you do bad things.” and Tommy hugged him, Philza had to ask. “Why did you become a traitor anyway? Was it because of us? Or you are just filled with rage?” Tommy thought about it, very uncomfortable as it may seem he had to tell the truth. “It was mostly rage and insanity, also the pressure everyone put on me as “the main character” It was very hard to do for me, and in my stages of insanity, i had to stop being insane and i could only do it with Jack, Eret, and Nihachu’s help.” And  Techno blade pulled something out of his bag, he had found Tommy's compass named “Your Tubbo” and Tommy smiled, “Thank you...Techno.”

Later, Tommy used the compass to find Tubbo at their old hiding place, he was asleep so he brought him to Wilbur, “Have a good nap...Tubbo.” as he walked out he hopped down the cobblestone steps looking at the sunset. Tommy smiled, this was going to be hard, the 16th was coming up but now he stopped l’manburg from being blown to bits. Tommy walked to Eret and Jack, who was hanging out with George, they waved to him as he ran over with stacks of everyone’s items they collected from the houses. George had his flower pillow and his flashlight, Tommy and the others had sleeping bags, flashlight’s, and other necessary items they needed. They yelled in the air and set off a few legal fireworks, and they cheered. “It was meant to be!” Wilbur smiled at Tommy with his new friend’s, he looked so happy. But he was still his brother, no matter what happened or what went on in the world. Wilbur walked back inside slowly as Tommy turned to him, “Will? Do you want to hang out with us?” as Wilbur smiled, “Sure Tommy.” He hopped down the large cobblestone steps, he ran over and was greeted by the others with glee. They told campfire stories as they ate warm marshmallows. A few hours later everyone went home, but Tommy stayed out for a while. Something was calling him with a lullaby he once knew. It was calming really, he walked to the beach looking out at the ice biome a few miles in front of him. And he listened to the tune, he danced across the beach as some had watched him from afar. He sang a bit of the tune as his voice was quiet and calming, like a little boy coming back from a school play with flowers. 

I know who you are

You remember who I am

We know that once in a timeline

We had grown to be good friends

And yet I killed your brother

Without giving him a chance

Every time you throw me down

I hope you kill me once again.

Chapter 6

Dawn of 16th

The Dream team and the traitors walked to the battle line, they had spotted Pogtopia     and L’manburg on the other battle line, This was the end...was it? Tommy had shot flaming arrows at them while running to the side, dream and some others went to the front lines, Wilbur and Techno fought Tommy as He could feel fire wings pop out of his back as he was stressed. “The traitor mark.” He muttered, the floor and the battlefield was changed to a galaxy colored sky, and the ground was snow. After a few hours of flaming arrows being shot, people being injured, and sword fight’s going on left and right. Tommy had to end this, he started it so it had to end. Wilbur was about to get injured by dream as Tommy blocked it with his netherite sword, he gasped for air, still holding the sword he protected L’manburg. The instinct’s of the others told them to help Tommy, even the other traitor’s helped him. Dream was a full demon, and he was big enough that everyone had to help. “Push!” Tommy yelled as everyone pushed on Tommy, pushing Dream far as he could push. After a few tries they got Dream into the water, he screamed turning normal, and looked like his cousin...He has not seen him in years. “Clay?” Clay looked up at Tommy, smiling weakly, he put his hand on Tommy as Tommy helped him up. “Clay, i thought you were...Y’know, dead..” as Clay smiled, “Heroes never die.” As Tommy, Wilbur, and Techno were surprised to see Dream was their cousin. Tommy felt weird, as he walked off into the woods he cried out of sheer pain. “Clay- I know why you wanted me to be the traitor, you needed my help to reunite everyone…” he muttered, He walked back as the war was over, everyone was cheering Tommy and the Sleepy bois inc s names. Tommy smiled, And his family including Clay hugged him. “That must have been crazy for you tommy.” Wilbur chuckled as Tommy nodded, “It sure was not Pog.”

The End.

Afterword.

Making this short story was the best thing I could have ever done. If this book gets enough read’s I will make sure to try my best to make a second part, with more drama and action. It was time for an end, anyway.  In my Dream smp series. I’d like to thank everyone that has helped me along the way, in my own adventures I have in my life. Thank you so much for reading!

Tom spotted the green light from the chaos emerald, and a glimpse of a fiery gown, The two leapt across the water and landed in the light of the temple. The two brushed the dirt off them, Knuckles and Tails now joining the group. Luckily Lillian was hooded, so they couldn’t see her mental suffering.

After Eggman had gained the emerald’s power, Rose used her powers to teleport the two back to green hills.

Back at Green hills the mechanical monstrosity was built after tearing bits off of trains and NYPD vehicles. Lillian regained consciousness.

Eggman shot Lil with a control akasha beetle, She yelped as Sonic powered up with Tails and Knuckles. Eggman chuckled as Lil blinked, her vision being enhanced. Sonic engaged her in battle as she found out his rhythm. As she was dodging, Tails kicked her away from Sonic. Tom joined the fight as he used his police taser on her. She screamed in pain, as Eggman’s giant robot picked her up, placing her on the roof as Eggman came up from the inside of the robot.

Tails and Knuckles fought Lillian with Tom as Sonic defeated Eggman. After a while, Tails got Lil’s control akasha out, she went unconscious as Knuckles brought her to an awaiting ambulance below. The mobians sat in the ambulance, keeping an eye on sonic, Tom, and his wife. When Tom and Sonic were recovered, they saw through their hospital room window that Lil finally woke up. Sonic felt bad for the kid, He was able to come in with Tom to calm her down. Tom pulled Lillian into a hug, Sonic and the others sat on the chairs.  

“Hey..You're okay little star- you're safe-.” Lillian gave a slight nod, they already knew she had some short-term amnesia. Tom helped the mobians onto the bed to talk with her as Tom and his wife talked to the doctors. “I- Sorry for- ''. She tried to speak with her burnt throat. Sonic smiled and rubbed Lil’s hand, Don’t worry about it, we’re happy your safe.” Lil chuckled, “How are your wounds? I might have caused stuff to break-ehe-.” She felt embarrassed. “No severe wounds, just sore bodies and broken tech.” Lil felt bad, “I only remember short conversations while I was out.. To answer you three’s question, I’m okay with him adopting you guys..” When a nurse came in with Tom, she had a wheelchair. “We’re going home.” Lil nodded as Tails helped her in the wheelchair.

She got herself into the shotgun seat as the three mobians sat in the back. “Your mother went home to make sure the surprises for you four are ready”.  Lil nodded, She fell asleep through half the ride, waking up when they got to the house. Tails giggled, I can’t wait to see our surprises!”. Lil nodded as she watched the boys be happy about their rooms. “Lil, press the green button over here”. Lillian nodded, pressing the green button in her room made her old workshop and costume design area appear next to her big bed, Lillian gasped, wiping her eyes and hugged her parents. Tails was amazed at the new technology he’s never seen before, “You're a tech geek too?” he asked, Lillian nodded with a soft chuckle. 

When she was left alone, she found an old project she started before she was kidnapped years ago, and started working on it. Her project was called a gnosis, using it would allow you to enhance a mild power to a strong overload of strength. She tinkered with it for a few minutes, then Sonic knocked on the door, coming in seeing Lillian working on a costume. “You know about archons?” Lillian shushed him, closing the door and finally spoke again with a nod. “I wanted to base my costume off of Kusanali and Ei ''. Sonic nodded, helping her work on it till dinner was ready. The two turned to the TV as they walked into the dining room, the tv hanging on the wall behind them spoke words that only the little girl knew meant something else. On the screen, the news reported another mobian, similar to the blue blur but looking black and red, had escaped a tube as police investigated Eggman’s old base.

Lil went silent as she recognized the black hedgehog. “He- He was Eggman’s experiment, he worked on making him a protector for me- I- we need to get there, I’m not sure who opened-”. She went silent as Tom drove Lil and the other mobians through the summer afternoon and in a few minutes, they reached the town square. Lillian would be testing her gnosis for the first time, she brought the device just in case. Since the black hedgehog, later known as Shadow, could see other’s memories he could see Rose’s every movement. Tom swerved and parked as Lil got out, Eggman’s coffee guy chuckled. The others got out as Lillian turned on her gnosis, her old costume, the one Shadow met her in had appeared on her body. Shadow noticed this from afar, and he made his way to Lillian quickly and gave her a hug. “That guy- not good-”. He stuttered, looking like he fought the older gentleman for a bit. Lil nodded to Shadow, “Stay with my friends, okay?” She asked as Shadow nodded, and ran to the group Lillian pointed to.

Lil took a deep breath, and after a few minutes of fighting, the guy retreated all bloody and bruised and he spoke. “His return comes sooner than thy will know!”

Lil walked back to the others, her face got bruised when she was punched, so it was all swollen and red. She picked up Shadow into a hug. Shadow chuckled, finally speaking normally. “Fiery as ever, M’lady”. As Lil and Shadow talked to the others, Lillian kept hearing two voices in her head, Eggman.. and a new enemy. Sonic noticed Lil looked unfocused, “Are you okay, Lil?” Sonic asked her, She sighed and nodded. “I was reminiscing about something, I’m fine.” She giggled as Shadow hugged her arm. “Let me know when you're not, okay?” He asked as Lillian chuckled, nodding to the black and red hedgehog. As the others conversed in the kitchen, Lillian went upstairs and fell asleep on her tech table as she did final touches to the gnosis. When Shadow came in, he called Tom to help get Rose into bed. 

The Next day, She woke up alone hearing fighting coming from the backyard, having her suspicions. Lillian got on the back steps, clearly now knowing, it wasn't just two voices in her head last night, but it surely helped her predict. Tom noticed Lillian running from the house, she now knew the female voice was the one who Eggman was with. The white and black haired female went after her with a purple haired boy while the heroes fought the other villains. In the wooded area behind the backyard fence, the female heard crying. The boy quieted as the two villains got closer to the sound. Eggman appeared out of nowhere with the heroes. Tom called to Lillian as she ran over to the heroes. The purple boy chuckled, his voice about as dark as his soul. “Thought that she’d remember her old team, Amnesia’s a bitch”. All of the harbringers appeared, Shadow turned to the quivering child. “Run now, I’ll see you soon-”. He spoke to her, Lillian nodded as she sped up her pace and darted through the woods and made her way up the large hill. After a few minutes of silence and running, stumbling over leaves and sticks. Eggman and the harbringers saw Lillian run back into the house and everyone went into the basement. “Why do those villains want me so much- ''. She silently quivered, taking silent heavy breaths. The group heard windows breaking, all shushing everyone else as the house was broken into. It took the harbringers a half hour of searching until Scaramouche broke the basement door. Sonic managed to break the basement door that led outside as an exit path for Lillian as Scaramouche was slowly coming down the stairs. “Go, Lillian!” he yelped, Lillian nodded as she slid out the basement door as she looked back while running across the yard, her family was captured by the villains. Eggman, Dottore, Scaramouche and Childe kept pursuing the little girl through the woods until they caught her. Scaramouche held onto her as Eggman knocked her out with a sleeping drug and Scaramouche picked up Lillian. 

The heroes woke up in a white prison cell being guarded by fatui mercenaries, Lillian woke up in her old room in the base. Eggman and Scaramouche walked into her room, “Look who’s awake! You were tough to get down- Do you remember me now?” Lil thought, rubbing her eyes for a second. “K-uni?” she softly spoke, her voice still raspy from running so much the day before. Scaramouche nodded as he was allowed to hug her, happy his friend remembered him somewhat. Scaramouche and the other harbringers helped her gain her fatui memories back, the heroes were trapped for 3 weeks. At the start of the 4th week the cell was finally broken. They beat up the guards that were blocking their cell, and started to fight their way to the 12th floor. After a while, the heroes got into the golden throne room. Scaramouche and Childe stood protecting Lillian. Eggman turned towards the three, “Get her out of here!” Scaramouche nodded to Childe as he picked Lillian up, Childe ran with the two. When Eggman and the Harbringers were detained, they pursued the three. Childe was dealt with easily, he still put up a good fight. Scaramouche set Lillian down and let her bite his shoulder, “Until help comes- just bite my fake skin- okay? I cannot believe he used that drug on you-”. Scaramouche kept Lillian calm after she whimpered. When the heroes came and witnessed what was going on, she knew Scaramouche cared for her, and liberated Scaramouche and Lillian from the Fatui. In a normal hospital she awoke with a muzzle on. She studied the room and her fears had started to rise. She now started to notice the iv of pain killer in her arm, that must be why she feels so drowsy. Scaramouche came in with Shadow and Sonic. Lillian blinked, quickly recognizing the three. Scaramouche helped her sit up and a nurse took out the iv, Lillian looked away because she hated needles. “Don’t worry- Kuni, Shadow and Sonic are here, you're okay Lil-”. Scaramouche let Lillian rest with her head on his lap as the three talked with the nurses or took turns talking to the others.

As Rose entered the kitchen, she could hear her brother and his allies talking about how they would break into the corporation's secure vault. They seemed so confident and sure of themselves, but Rose couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry for them. After all, they were doing something illegal, and if they got caught, they could all end up in prison for a long time.

Despite her concerns, Rose didn't say anything. She knew that her brother and his friends were determined to go through with their plan, and nothing she said was likely to change their minds. Instead, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, listening as they discussed their strategy in quiet.

As the conversation continued, Rose couldn't help but feel torn. On the one hand, she admired her brother and his friends for their determination and bravery. They were willing to take risks and do whatever it took to succeed, and that was something she respected. But on the other hand, she knew that what they were doing was wrong, and that if they got caught, they could face serious consequences.

Rose's mind was racing as she listened to the group, trying to reconcile her love for her family with her sense of right and wrong. She didn't want to turn them in, but she didn't want them to get hurt either.

As she sat there, lost in thought, she heard a noise coming from outside. She quickly jumped up and ran to the window, looking out to see what was causing the commotion. And what she saw made her heart sink.

A group of soldiers had surrounded the house, their guns pointed at the building. They were calling out for anyone inside to come out with their hands up.

Rose's brother and his friends immediately knew what was going on, and they sprang into action. They grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the back door, preparing to make a run for it.

As soon as they opened the door, however, the soldiers opened fire, shooting a hail of bullets into the backyard. Rose's heart raced as she watched the chaos unfold, feeling helpless to do anything to help.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the chaos, yelling out a command for the group to surrender. It was the soldiers' commander, and he stood at the front of the group, his weapon raised.

Rose's brother and his friends quickly realized they were outnumbered and outgunned, and they reluctantly lowered their weapons, throwing them to the ground. The soldier's commander motioned for them to turn around and put their hands behind their backs, and Rose's brother turned to her with a look of resignation on his face.

As the soldiers handcuffed the group and led them away, Rose couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and loss. She had always known that her brother and his friends were involved in a dangerous lifestyle, but she never realized just how deep they were involved. And now, she feared for their safety and the future of their family.

Rose dropped onto her knees watching them force her family into a black truck, vowing to find them somehow. She cried as she violently banged on the wooden tiles, making her hand bloody. A police officer came inside, seeing the girl and stopping her from getting hurt any longer.

As Rose walked through the golden halls of the large mansion, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the beauty and grandeur of her surroundings. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, and she was taken aback by the opulence of the ornate decorations, the exquisite artwork, and the luxurious furniture.

It seemed that the entire mansion was constructed to cater to her every need, with plush furniture in every room, a state-of-the-art kitchen, and even a private gym. The foster family was kind and welcoming, and soon Rose felt as if she belonged there. They treated her as if she were one of them, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging that she had never experienced before.

One of the fatui grunts led her to her room, a spacious bedroom with a huge bed, a walk-in closet, and a balcony that overlooked the grounds. It was the perfect place to unwind after a long day, and Rose felt grateful for the opportunity to spend time in such a magnificent home.

The next day, Rose found herself in a laboratory-like setting, surrounded by high-tech equipment and machines. Dottore seemed to have everything set up already, as she found herself sitting in a chair in the center of the room.

Dottore explained the procedure in detail, telling her about the process and the risks involved. He assured her that he had performed it many times before, and that she was in good hands.

As Dottore prepared to begin the procedure, Rose felt a mix of excitement and trepidation wash over her. On the one hand, she couldn't wait to see what she was capable of with enhanced abilities, but on the other hand, she had no idea what she was about to go through.

Dottore told her that the procedure would be painful, but that she would be sedated and wouldn't remember anything. She felt a sense of relief, knowing that the pain would be short-lived, and that she would soon be stronger than she ever dreamed possible.

And so, Rose closed her eyes and prepared for the procedure, trusting Dottore to guide her through it. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew that whatever happened, it would change her life forever

I’m not really sure what type of law, but I know that’s what I want to do as a career path.

1st Choice—St John’s

2nd choice—Fordham

3rd Choice—Boston College

4th Choice—Rutgers

Backup plan—A SUNY.

So since Substack is very helpful to make connections, I would like to scream out into the world! Hello! I am here! If you are a lawyer, or anyone in St. Johns. Let’s connect! And if you are a lawyer, what type of law do you do…and can you tell me about it?

  One of the many names created to replace the title of The Great Gatsby was Among the Ash Heaps and Millionaires. In the book, there is a clear divide between the social classes. Myrtle Wilson was Tom’s former mistress. We see on multiple instances how she constantly has embarrassed herself in front of high-stature people while trying to lift herself up socially. Tom Buchanan is an example of old money, he had inherited money from his extremely wealthy family from Chicago. Tom has no need to work for pay, and he is an avid polo player. Jay Gatsby gained his money by other means, but in the end fails to achieve the dreams he spends three years chasing. Among the Ash Heaps and Millionaires is an ideal representation of how the character’s personalities represent their depicted social classes.

Tom Buchanan lives on the East Egg of Long Island. The East Egg in The Great Gatsby is a sign of wealth and “old money”. But wealth does not make you a higher being than others, regardless of what people like Tom may think. When Tom references the book “The Rise of the Coloured Empires” he shows his blatant racism towards others who aren’t ‘old money’ like him. When Tom says “It’s up to us, who are the dominant race, to watch out or these other races will have control of things”(Fitzgerald 13). He believes that the stereotypical ‘rich, white man’ has more power than people who are another race or ethnicity than him. Tom is also manipulative of others, and misleads others for his own gain. He admitted to Nick he had purposely made Wilson believe that Gatsby was Myrtle’s killer and mentioned, “What If I did tell him? That fellow had it coming to him. He threw dust in your eyes just like he did in Daisy’s, but he was a tough one”(178). Tom knew that Daisy was driving the yellow car, but immediately had placed the blame on Gatsby for his own benefit. Tom Buchanan is also shown to be hypocritical of others. Tom cheats on Daisy with his mistress Myrtle Wilson, but when Daisy is off with Gatsby he feels betrayed. Myrtle is unfaithful to her own husband with Tom, as Tom was everything that George Wilson was not in her eyes. But Tom’s personality is brutal, and he is a difficult human being to be around due to his anger issues. Tom had intended to break Myrtle’s nose when Myrtle was taunting him by repeating Daisy’s name during an argument. Nick mentions, “Making a short deft movement, Tom Buchanan broke her nose with his open hand. Then there were bloody towels upon the bathroom floor, and women’s voices scolding, and high over the confusion a long broken wail of pain”(Fitzgerald 37). Tom could have done anything better than breaking her nose, but instead he let his anger influence his actions. This shows Tom’s empty relationship with Myrtle as well as his harsh demeanor around others.

Myrtle Wilson resides with her husband George Wilson in the “Valley of Ashes”. The Valley of Ashes is a desolate and gloomy area between New York City and the socially and economically diverse East and West Egg. Myrtle Wilson is Tom’s mistress, who rejects her current husband and tries to desperately ascend the social ladder. Myrtle was trying to imitate the habits of a rich person before the start of the second party. Nick mentions that “she had bought a copy of Town Tattle and a moving picture magazine, and in the station some cold cream and a small flask of perfume”(Fitzgerald 27). Myrtle was so preoccupied with the concept of marrying a rich man, that she had avidly rejected her current life just for that small party. Myrtle additionally had tried to accessorize the New York City apartment to look like a rich East Egg home. It was mentioned by Nick that “the living room was crowded to the doors with a set of tapestried furniture entirely too large for it, so that to move about in the gardens of Versailles. The only picture was an over-enlarged photograph, apparently a hen sitting on a blurred rock”(Fitzgerald 29). Myrtle’s need to seem like she is in a higher social class when she lives in the “Valley of Ashes” shows how she is self-conscious about the status she was born into. Originally when we first met Myrtle she seemed like a normal working class woman. But we see her true desire for social mobility in many instances of the story. One key moment is how Myrtle had asked Tom for the puppy, but she had immediately forgotten about it as soon as she had gotten the chance to scramble up the social ladder. Nick mentions that, “Mrs Wilson was first concerned with the dog. A reluctant elevator boy went for a box full of straw and some milk, to which he added on his own initiative a tin of large, hard dog biscuits--one of which decomposed apathetically in the saucer of milk all afternoon”(Fitzgerald 29). This lets us know how much time has passed. The dog also symbolizes the greed that comes with wealth, as the dog was an impulse purchase and reflects the empty relationship between Tom and Myrtle. 

Jay Gatsby, formerly “James Gatz” embodies the “new money” personality. New money is defined as “Money owned by rich people who have not always been rich, or the people themselves”(Cambridge Dictionary). Gatsby built up his wealth in the span of 3 years just to impress Daisy, who is part of the “old money” elite.  A common theme in The Great Gatsby is how money cannot buy your own happiness. Specifically with Jay Gatsby, attaining wealth by suspicious and illegal means through bootlegging still was not enough for him to secure Daisy’s love. Tom had exposed his scheme of how he attained the wealth he has. Tom mentions, “He and this Wolfsheim bought up a lot of side-street drugstores and sold grain alcohol over the counter. That’s one of his little stunts”(Fitzgerald 133). He had used this quick means of getting rich to create this whole new identity as “Jay Gatsby” in hopes of winning over Daisy. But Daisy had refused to leave Tom to spend her future with Gatsby. Daisy tells Gatsby in the suite, “I did love him once--but I loved you too”(Fitzgerald 132). When we first encounter Gatsby, he is originally perceived as a humble man with good intentions. At Gatsby’s party Nick describes, “He smiled understandingly--much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor”(Fitzgerald 48). Gatsby is not described as arrogant like Tom, he is simply a guy who cares about the people around him and what their stories are. He hosts these lavish parties in the hopes that Daisy will one day come to one of them, hence why it seems like Gatsby tries to parade around his wealth for all to see. When Nick and Jordan run into the owl-eyed man for the first time, the owl-eyed man refers to Gatsby as a “regular belasco” which is a reference to David Belasco. Owl-eyes is intentionally saying that Gatsby carefully crafted his own life to seem like he was a character in a play. This creates a sense of mystery around Gatsby as the house is almost just a “scene” in his script carefully written in his favour. He is an idealistic yet humble man with aspirations, but those aspirations fade like the green light that was once in his eyes. 

Among the Ash Heaps and Millionaires is a title that perfectly represents the book’s dynamic and the personalities of the characters that depict their social status. The Great Gatsby is a story of love, loss, and wealth full of chaotic twists and turns that leaves the reader stunned. Tom Buchanan is the embodiment of ‘old money’. He is a hypocrite when it comes to love and his infidelity, but his manipulativeness led to the death of Gatsby. Tom cheats on Daisy with Myrtle Wilson, the wife of the man who slowly becomes mad with rage after her death. Myrtle Wilson is “among the ash heaps” as she lives in the valley of ashes. She is of the working class, but desires to climb the social hierarchy by acting like she is “old money”. Jay Gatsby is the personification of “new money” as he is a man with self-made wealth. While his wealth was obtained by criminal means and bootlegging, all of it was to hopefully achieve his dream of winning over Daisy. In the end money could not secure Daisy’s love for Gatsby, and she goes away with Tom. Jay Gatsby’s failed aspirations lead to his slow demise, as he too was in his own ash heap. All of the work Gatsby had done to sway Daisy had just vanished within the span of a few months. If The Great Gatsby was not the title of the book, Among the Ash Heaps and Millionaires would be an ideal substitute for the original title. 

Daydreaming has definitely played a role in writing stories, and so far, until this year…I’ve written many fanfictions. Specifically for the fandoms: (The Bad Guys, MHA, Genshin Impact, TMNT, Rise Of The Guardians, and Spiderman Into The Spiderverse).

But I’ve always wanted to write stories that could potentially become something better, and possibly even a published book in the future. and I’ve basically started writing two books. One is with Lesbian pirates and adventure, and the other one is a fantasy royalty dark romance.

Looking back on my google docs, I have about 4000 documents added up till this year. Pretty much, around 1000 of them are fanfictions and stories.

Daydreaming happens constantly for me; I can recall a moment from when I was little. I took this summer program that was equestrian, pretty much riding horses and having fun with the other girls. Anytime I was on a horse, my mind immediately imagined that I was a spirit like “Jack Frost” in the hit movie ‘Rise of the Guardians”. I always imagined that small group of ragtag spirits would watch me ride horses like I was a princess. Look, I was 12-year-old around then…I had a weird mind.

I love to write; I’ve written apology cards to my mom whenever I did something wrong as a child. I write in my diary, and I have never stopped writing. I also love reading stories, almost as much as I like writing. When I was in third grade, I read the whole harry potter series on my own. Yet my 3rd grade teacher believed I did not have the reading competence for Harry Potter. And you know what I did? I kept bringing in books to read.

So, I’d like to call upon authors and readers, tea lovers, etc. I would love to subscribe to you and see your stories, as well as be able to share mine.

So, creativity isn’t your downfall, it is a stepping-stone to sheer greatness. You gain new vocabulary just by reading a few hours a day. You gain story and essay-writing skills by writing with your creative mindset. You learn about the world just by looking at media, that’s an interesting way for things to be. But—that’s how they are. Never doubt your greatness. Just because you can’t do math, or you're not a super cool scientist, being book smart is better in my opinion.

And writer’s block is hard, I get that. It took me weeks to even start really writing the lesbian pirate story and the royalty dark romance story. Cooking up a good story takes a lot of time, it’s fine if you don’t have everything all in one go. Nobody does, let’s be completely honest.

Thats my rant, hope you like it!

When writing a tragic hero, you must keep in your mind that they must effectively evoke both pity and fear from the audience. They must be neither fully good or fully evil, because no men are born good or evil.

The effect of a tragic hero will be stronger if your tragic hero is “better than you are”. If they are higher than an ordinary moral worth. They should have a “reversal in fortune” which changes their fate because of something they’ve done. They must be led by their Hamartia (“effort of judgement”) or their tragic flaw.

One common form of Hamartia in Greek tragedies was hubris, that “pride” or “overwhelimg self-confidence” which leads the hero to disregard warnings given to them.

There are 3 common flaws of a tragic hero:

-Personality flaws

-Mistakes in Judgment

-Predetermined fate ((example: Macbeth, prophecy of the witches, etc.).

A TRAGIC HERO CAN SUFFER FROM ONE OR MORE FLAWS. CAN HAVE ALL 3 FLAWS.

The Moment of Recognition (Anagnorisis) is essential to the identity of whatever tragic hero you decided to write. It gives them the opportunity to face their consequences (usually death or worse) with some dignity.

A tragic hero has the potential for greatness but is “doomed to fail” pretty much. They cannot fight fate no matter how hard they desperately try to fight it. They have a fall from greatness moment, which is called Peripetia. Traditionally, tragic heroes are;

-Born Into Nobility

-Responsible for their own fate

-Endowed with a tragic flaw

-Doomed to make a serious error in judgement

and eventually.

-a tragic hero falls from great heights or high esteem

-realizes they made errors that they cannot fix

-Face and accept death or defeat with honor

-Meet a tragic death or end.

For all tragic heroes, no matter the story. Their end makes the audience affected by pity or fear. This is called Catharsis.

(Typically, we pity the tragic hero because of their situation and we fear for ourselves because we might be able to recognize a common link between ourself and the tragic hero who met their end).

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Alysa had come out of ice-skating retirement and hit the ground running with how vibrant and free-spirited she was. She had well executed jumps, catchy songs, and moves that could make anyone cheer loudly for her. And she showed so much compassion for others. After she had won the gold, she hugged Japan’s bronze medalist, Ami Nakai. It was a very cute scene, as both of them realized they were on the podium. She skated to very upbeat songs including “Promise” by Laufey, “MacArthur Park Suite” by Donna Summer for her gold medal performance, and “Stateside” by PinkPantherss and featuring Zara Larson for her exhibition gala performance.

Now we talk about the good old’ “quad god” Ilya Malinin. While he felt short of the medal from a couple of falls and mistakes, nobody can deny his amazing performance. He felt overwhelmed and under constant pressure and felt that he could not perform at his best during the Olympics (source: NBC NY). I felt bad for him, he even had been posting on Instagram seeming depressed after the heavy loss during the free skate. Anyone would be sad about it. Ilya became the first figure skater to legally land a backflip in 50 years, helping to win the team event for the USA.

The full group seemed so happy and cheerful getting their team medal, when they jumped onto the podium they seemed so vibrant, and it was just so fun to watch all of the ice skating! And they seemed to be so happy while cheering as each one of them got their medals, literally the best team sportsmanship I’ve seen! 🥺🥺🥺

The exhibition at the end of everything was very sweet with all of the ice skaters skating around and having fun from team USA and all the other teams! I loved how Ilya did a synchronized backflip with Adam Siao Him Fa. Alysa Liu had a stunning blue dress as she skated to “Stateside” and the choreography was so cheeky and vibrant! And god, those perfectly executed jumps have me dead…so good. I forget the names of the two pairs of duo skaters, but they were very cool during the exhibition! The spins were very fun! I also loved how synchronized they were, to be fair and honest! The eagle noise at the end of the team USA skate at the exhibition gala skate made me giggle a little!

Team USA defeated Canada with a 2-1 score in overtime to win the gold medal in women’s hockey at the Olympics. That’s insane, and I know it’s been a bit too long since the women’s hockey team got a gold medal. Some sort of miracle bless us, I’m not sure, but I am proud of every single team USA member!

thanks for reading my short rant! 😭😭🩷🩷🩷

Chapter 5 starts out where we left off, trapped inside of a room. Outside the door is a familiar face, Huggy Wuggy. (who we had previously assumed dead..due to obvious reasons. Watch chapter 1’s play through on YouTube!).

The huggy sequence is pretty much like a tutorial chase scene, readjusting the player with to the controls.

I won’t spoil too much of the game. I’ll summarize important game parts and characters.

I heavily dislike Lily lovebraids, not just because she used to be Ms. Gracie. I won’t spoil everything, but basically after toys and bigger bodies are created..they are more or less brainwashed and indoctrinated. Making them believe they never wanna grow up, and that they were always a toy. The prototype had isolated her in the dollhouse that Lily takes us too, and she seems to think everyone is a toy, even a human. ((She also seems to have some form of split personalities?

The prototype reveal, was very insane. I don’t think much of Poppy Playtime’s player base expected him to be a jester..spider..toy amalgamation thing. Fan-games have pictured him similar to the offering of toy body parts that Catnap made for the prototype. Poppy’s face is cracked after her short argument with the prototype, and they want to turn us wrong-side out. (CG5 NEW SONG REFERENCE, WATCH IT NOWWW).

I kind of dislike Lily’s chase scene after the prototype runs away. It took a while, and a lot of jumpscares, to find out what I was doing. It might be cause my brain wasn't really working, but boy…that was more difficult than I expected. Even earlier on our way to the nursery playing red-light-green-light basically. Do you know how terrifying it is to hear a crazy psychotic purple doll lady creepily singing children’s songs while slowly chasing you and picking up speed?

I’ll let you find the hidden audio tapes. but from what they all imply. Ollie, the “adopted” son of Elliot Ludwig..is the prototype. WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY CHAPTER 6 THEORIES AND CHAPTER 5 ENDING SUMMARY.

At this point, im still a little confused on the ending. So we are stabbed. The prototype’s hand reaches for poppy. ONE OF US GETS DROPPED INTO POPPY GEL. And somehow, with Giblet’s weird device…we survive. Giblet constantly mentions he is not a hero throughout the game, could this be hinting at a future giblet sacrifice? BUT SOMEHOW, THE DOCTOR IS BACK. I KNEW IT. HE WOULD COME BACK IN SOME WAY. Cause his death was probably the most anti-climactic scene ever. One would think, “this surely is not how his story ends?”

The fact that The Doctor is the supposed “backup” that is supposed to help us defeat the prototype. It’s interesting, it also makes me question how much power The Doctor even has in the factory.

Back to the poppy gel. If Poppy was the one dropped into the gel..could it mean she maybe gets mutated by the gel? either becoming a forced bad guy, or the prototype just manually fixes her.

If the player was the one dropped into the poppy gel, how are we even alive and still pretty much human? That much poppy gel would definitely be fatal for us…but I think I heard some theorist saying Poppy gel has regenerative properties? could that have maybe healed the giant stab wound the prototype gave us?

Also, sure as hell that The prototype is likely chapter 6’s baddie. At this point, all the game’s foreshadowing makes sense. Maybe we truly go into his domain, and it’s the final fight against him? I’ll let you guys theorize if you want. But the main villain is always the last boss fight. But there’s always a first and second boss fight usually. Who do you think could be our obstacles? sure as hell that they’re are more bigger bodies that we have never seen before.

And this leads me to the part i’ve been thinking about all day…possible prototype motivations. In one tape, we can hear Ollie’s jealousy, telling Elliot Ludwig the words. “It was always about her”. This is likely a reference to Poppy. The Poppy doll was supposedly made out of parts from Elliot’s deceased daughter, Poppy Ludwig. (fitting name, right?..)

The prototype seemed to dislike the staff of playtime co, but Ollie could possibly have a different motivation to want poppy with him. My Ideas are

-possible form of revenge

-jealousy

-wanting to keep her safe

-hell, the last one is copium but Ollie wanting a loving family and he’s somewhat made it out of brainwashed indoctrinated toys. ((delusional)).

But if they can give us more Ollie/Oliver backstory next chapter, id be jumping with joy!

Jacksepticye Chapter 5 Playthrough

Until next time gamers!!

Prompt: When speaking about the civil rights gains of African Americans during the Reconstruction period following the Civil War, Black intellectual W.E.B. DuBois once said, “The slave went free; stood a brief moment in the sun; then moved back again toward slavery.” 

Question: Why does DuBois see only temporary gains in civil rights for African Americans during the period of Reconstruction? 

((Essay that I wrote on Wednesday for school. Minimum was 3 paragraphs, I had basically no time to do more than 3 as I had writers block. Lol.))

After the events of the Civil War, the era of Reconstruction began in the south. During that time, African Americans had gained major political rights. The Southerners were bitter about the end of hundreds of years of a society that was built around slavery. Sherman’s march to the sea had stunned the south, and left them bitter towards the North. The Northerners were bitter due to having to pay expenses to maintain the union, and bring an end to slavery. The Federal Government had a lot of questions to answer before they could move forward as a nation. They had to find out the status of the states that attempted to leave the union, and which part of the government would decide what would happen to those who left. The second question they had to answer was what conditions would they give the rebellious states to rejoin or reassume their places in the union. Their third question was what political, civil, and economic rights should be extended to the emancipated individuals. While the questions were difficult, they were necessary for the nation to move forward. Those questions brought along 3 important amendments that benefited the freedmen.The 13th amendment had abolished slavery in the United States. The 14th amendment says that anyone who was born in the United States is a citizen. The amendment also mentioned the fact that states could not deny its citizens due process. The 15th amendment protected voting rights for African American men. When reconstruction ended in 1877 with the compromise of 1877, federal troops were removed from the south and could not enforce these amendments anymore. Dubois felt the way he did because any gains that the African Americans did have during reconstruction were temporary and forgotten.

The African Americans were given many benefits during the era of reconstruction. During Congressional Control by the Radical Republicans, African American men could vote, hold office, and were able to receive an education. What they were once forbidden from doing was now in their power. Frederick Douglass mentions, “He was free from the individual master, but the slave of society. He had neither money, property, nor friends”(reading 9). While the slaves were emancipated, it still took a while for them to be integrated into society.  With the 14th amendment, freedmen were classified as citizens. Being a citizen of the United States gave them similar rights to what a white person would have. While women were not included in the 15th amendment, it gave African American men the right to vote. Douglass says, “Though slavery was abolished, the wrongs of my people were not ended. Though they were not slaves, they were not yet quite free. While they had these brief freedoms, there were a lot of things that African Americans were not able to do at that time.  Douglass writes, “They resented his emancipation as an act of hostility towards them, and, since they could not punish the emancipator, they felt like punishing the object which the act had emancipated. Hence they drove him off the old plantation, and told him he was no longer wanted there”. Slaves were not as respected as someone from the north would be, it would take an indefinite amount of time for equality to happen. Around 1865 when Lincoln had his second term as president, he was somewhat lenient towards the south. But while he was lenient, the south had been kicked out of the government somewhat. They had less power than they did before secession. After Lincoln’s assasination, Andrew Johnson had taken the role of being the new president. Unlike Lincoln, he had been way more lenient and sympathetic towards the south. He had created the 10% plan, which allowed 10% of a state to apologize and beg to be allowed back into the union. Then he had let the south rejoin the government and gave back that ‘forbidden power’. Which could turn the tides of the reconstruction era in the favor of the south.

All of these benefits were disregarded, and they had vanished after the Compromise of 1877. The freedmen’s ‘brief moment in the sun’ had become a gloomy thunderstorm waiting to happen. Rutherford B. Hayes became president in exchange for all reconstruction policies ending in the south, which took away the sun that the freed slaves once stepped into. The change in power was quite corrupt, and it gave the south the power they needed to take back control of what they had lost during reconstruction. And with Plessy Vs. Ferguson, segregation was ruled as constitutional as long as everyone was treated equally. But as history shows, that was not the case. The African Americans were disenfranchised by poll taxes and literacy tests. A lot of freed people were not economically well off, and barely any were able to read. Around that time, the Ku Klux Klan had been intimidating African Americans, and pretty much killed them or made their lives a living hell. They dug in their heels and resisted the federal government, which made the discrimination worse. African Americans who were able to purchase land might have either found their home burnt down, crops burned, or even their water supply being poisoned and unable to be used. A loophole that had been in the 13th amendment allowed labor in prisons, even while slaves had been freed. But the freedmen had been doomed, they had never had so much power before. Godkin explains, “We do not hesitate to say that a better mode of debauching the freedmen, and making them permanently unfit for civil government, could hardly have been hit on had the north had such an object deliberately in view”. We had given the freedmen power to hold office, but never had considered the fact if they even knew how to run or if they knew the laws of the land.  

• Customizable name and pronouns

• ~20k words (about 1.5-2 hours of playtime) with 2 endings

• Almost full voice acting

• Available in English and Spanish

• Unlockable achievements and CG/ending gallery

• Spill your spaghetti in front of a sunshine boy while a sassy British man insults you for breathing!

So you are a college student with a haunting presence constantly following you around, you call the blonde ghost presence “Geist”. This ghost has haunted you since childhood, and now follows you in your intense college life. When you try to befriend a cute adorable boy named “Kalei”, Geist tries to use mind games to keep you in his grasp. Including belittling you, and dissuading you from doing the things you want to do. I got the Kalei ending, and I presume the other ending is the Geist ending. And to get the Kalei ending, do the opposite of what Geist wants you to do. Hang with Kalei, see movies with him, meet his friends, and stand up for yourself!

In my opinion- the voice actors sound really hot-…

If you like computer science then you’ll definitely like Kalei, we meet him when we go to Computer Science tutoring. A really hard homework stumps us up, and we even are able to help Kalei out with his homework. And he’s cute when he rants about his hyper fixations.

Geist is quite possessive, possibly a little bit Yandere. What do I mean possibly- he’s definitely Yandere- trying to “protect us from the world”. Protect us my ass-

But this game, like all the other romance games i’ve tried so far. is a 9/10. Definitely gets the brain going. Considering trying to get the Geist ending for giggles- idk-..MindMindMind

It’s always interesting to discover what truly grabs my attention. This Saturday, after finishing my homework, I found myself casually scrolling through Instagram when a reel stopped me in my tracks. It featured gameplay from a new rising hit, The Freak Circus, and curiosity immediately took over.

If you enjoy dark, unconventional stories, this game may be right up your alley. I’ll avoid major spoilers, but I can confidently say the experience is intense, imaginative, and anything but boring.

You begin by customizing your character, choosing both name and gender, before stepping into their daily life working at a café. On the way to work, you encounter the first of many unforgettable characters: Pierrot, a towering 6’5 jester with deeply volatile emotions. Pierrot quickly reveals an overwhelming attachment to the protagonist that borders on obsession. His behavior is unsettling yet layered, as he alternates between invasive actions and a fierce desire to protect you, particularly from another circus member, Harlequin. An interesting detail is that Pierrot initially barely speaks, but as he spends more time with you, especially when you’re alone together, he gradually opens up and becomes more vocal.

Harlequin is introduced the following day and immediately raises red flags. His demeanor is suspicious, provocative, and intentionally unnerving. From the moment he appears, the tension is unmistakable. Pierrot’s hatred toward Harlequin only heightens the suspense, and depending on your choices, events escalate quickly and dramatically when you follow Harlequin to his tent.

As the story unfolds, we learn that Pierrot’s intense protectiveness is rooted in past trauma, specifically the loss of his former lover, Columbina. The game weaves in symbolic storytelling through the legend of the Purple Jester, drawing parallels between circus members. The jealous figure marked in green strongly suggests Harlequin, while the grief-stricken, lovesick character mourning Columbina is almost certainly Pierrot. These connections add emotional depth and encourage players to read between the lines.

Alongside the central plot, there’s a lingering mystery involving your friend Carol, who has gone missing under suspicious circumstances. Without revealing too much, the truth surrounding her disappearance is closer than you might expect.

If you’re intrigued by dark romance, psychological horror, and complex characters driven by obsession and devotion, The Freak Circus is absolutely worth exploring. It was genuinely exciting to play, and I’m eagerly awaiting the next update. There’s an incredible amount of lore to unpack, and every detail makes the world feel more immersive.

Step into the circus and see for yourself. 🎪✨ —→

The Freak Circus Game Link

• Rizz: Short for charisma, the ability to flirt or charm.

• Ex: “#### has so much rizz”.

• No Cap / Cap: "No cap" means no lie/truthfully, while "cap" means lying.

• Ex: “No cap, this test was hard”.

• Slay: To do something exceptionally well.

• Ex: “They slayed that outfit”.

Sus:Short for suspicious, fishy, or shady

When someone says “They’re Acting Sus”. Someone is acting suspicious.

• Delulu: Short for delusional; often used to describe overly optimistic or unrealistic beliefs.

• Ex: “You’re so delulu it’s unreal”

• Bet: An exclamation indicating agreement, "yes," or "OK".

• Ex: “You want me to do my homework? Bet”.

• It's giving...: Describes a specific vibe or mood (e.g., "It's giving 90s").

• Ex: “It’s Giving History Nerd”.

• Ate / Ate and left no crumbs: To have done something perfectly or impressively.

• Ex: “That fit ate and left no crumbs”.

• Mid: Something average, mediocre, or not very good.

• Ex: “That food was mid”.

• Touch Grass: A command to stop spending time online and go outside.

• Ex: “your so delusional you need to touch grass”.

• NPC: "Non-playable character"; used to describe someone who lacks original thought or acts robotically. 

• Ex: “My teacher is such an NPC”.

• Valid: Acceptable, understandable, or good.

• Ex: “Your so valid”.

• Snatched: Looking very good, stylish, or fashionable.

• Ex: “That fit is snatched”.

• Extra: Over-the-top, dramatic, or excessive.

• Ex: “why are you acting so extra today?”

• Salty: Upset, bitter, or irritated.

• Ex: “Damn, your salty today”.

• Understood the assignment: Did something exactly right or exceeded expectations.

• Ick: A sudden feeling of disgust or repulsion towards a romantic interest.

• Ex: “what are your top 5 icks in a relationship?”

• Brain Rot: Content or humor that is considered "internet slop" or mind-numbing.

• Lock In: To focus intensely on a task. 

• Ex: “I need to lock in for this exam”.

• Bruh: A versatile term for surprise, disappointment, or to address someone.

• Ex: “Bruh, why am I grounded”.

• Moots: Mutuals (followers/friends on social media).

• Ex: “Let’s be moots on social media!”

• Simp: Someone who does too much for a person they like.

• Ex: “Your such a simp for them”.

• Finna: A contraction for "fixing to," meaning "I am going to".

• Ex: “I’m finna knock you out”.

• “I’m finna do this work”.

• Rent-free: When you cannot stop thinking about something (e.g., "living in my head rent-free").

• Ex: “This song lives rent free in my head”.

• Unc: Short for uncle, used to playfully tease someone for acting older. 

• Ex: “Bro is an unc”.

"Cheugy" (Outdated/Uncool) vs. Modern

Gen Z often uses the term cheugy to describe something that is out of style, trying too hard, or reminiscent of millennial trends from the 2010s. Examples include skinny jeans, side parts, and excessive use of "girlboss". 

Advice for parents.

Grades are not life and death. While they are important, please don’t ruin your relationships with your kids over letters and numbers. If they fail something, ask if they would like a tutor. Or if a tutor is unavailable, help them learn yourself. Sometimes helping them understand why they made certain mistakes is key to doing better next time.

If they said they tried their best and worked really hard, as well as having studied. Beleive them. Don’t say something like “well you didn't study enough”.

don’t take away what they own for the sake of proving a point. Sometimes kids use devices, books, and television as a coping mechanism. For example, I play video games. They help me cope with a lot of things, including anxiety before and after a test.

Do not treat your kids like mini therapists. We were not made to be that. We were made to be your children, but it is not your duty to vent your romantic, economic, political, and mental problems to your child. Your past trauma is not their backpack, they don’t need to carry it around like a heavy weight on their shoulders.

Actually spend time with them, don’t let them become IPad kids. Take them to places or do things every weekend. Take them to see a movie, let them have friends over, have holiday parties and say they can invite a few friends.

Take time to learn about your kid. Their hobbies, likes, dislikes, etc. some parents rarely ask about what their child does when they’re not in school or doing an extracurricular. Some may like gaming, some may like art, some may like writing. But if you know about your kid, it gives you more things to bond over. ((Hell, I’ve even seen grown adults start gaming with their children from time to time)).

Once they are of age, help them find their first job. For example, I started working at a summer camp as a junior counselor. Last summer, I worked with preschoolers to kindergarten and first graders. It was the day camp part of the summer camp for little kids, but you could also be assigned to the bigger kids. There was one head counselor, and beside yourself. There would usually be 3 other counselors with you. And usually 2 or 3 counselors in training. ((CIT’s for short)).

If nearby places don’t work out for you when finding a job opportunity for your kid over the summer. Try country clubs! I would suggest applying in March or April, so you can get all setup by the time summer hits. Make sure to set up a debit card for your kid, and teach them the art of saving money for college. And make sure to mention, “whatever you save now goes towards what you do in college. For example, you wanna DoorDash pizza. How are you gonna have the money, I won’t give you it”. If pizza isn't their favorite food, improvise of course.

Life is short, don’t waste it. Enjoy your night gamers!

((Dark romance, tons of tropes, possibly a repost but I forgot so?… it’s wip of the chapter 1)).

Clarisse of the Blackmere Kingdom finally sank into her silk sheets, her limbs aching from a day spent bowing, attending endless councils, and pretending her father’s drunken laughter at the feast hadn’t left her stomach twisting. The candlelight flickered against the walls of her chamber, casting shadows that whispered of restless nights—tonight, though, she had no inkling that the palace doors would betray her sleep. She had not realized something seemed off, as she quietly took a sip of the leftover drink she had before bed. As the cold liquid rushed down her throat like an animal fleeing the cold, she had noticed her body feeling tingly and fuzzy. She could only think of a temporary sleeping potion, only people of great wealth bought those to make things less difficult for themselves. While fighting to stay awake, she heard muffled yelling from outside, gentle footsteps, and swords clashing before her head face planted into her bed. The moonlight quietly illuminated her with a soft glow as an enemy general came in through her door after she was asleep. He paused at the threshold, his gloved hand hovering over the handle of the small dagger at his belt, though he didn’t need it—tonight’s victory belonged not to him, but to the prince. “Princess Clarisse…” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent, so that even the walls seemed to lean in to listen. “The Crimson Dynasty has claimed its prize. You are to come with me, and resistance… well, resistance is a luxury no one can afford tonight.” He moved closer, careful not to rouse her, though he studied her face with an intensity that made him pause—a perfect calmness, the faint rise and fall of her chest in sleep, unaware she was about to leave her home forever. “Orion has waited far too long,” he whispered, almost to himself, as if speaking it aloud made the plan feel real. “He will not be denied… and neither will you, whether you like it or not.” Slowly, he reached for the silken straps of her chamber robe, loosening them just enough to gently lift her without waking her. Each movement was precise, practiced—this was not the work of a brute, but of a man who had trained for moments exactly like this. As he carried her to the waiting carriage, he murmured once more, softer this time, “Forgive him, Princess. He loves you in the only way he knows how.” The general went silent as he gently carried her through the castle, holding her tightly as he used a rope to climb down to where Prince Orion had awaited on his stallion. “Careful,” Orion said quietly, his voice smooth but edged with warning. “If she so much as stirs, you will answer to me.” The general knelt and lowered Clarisse into Orion’s arms. Orion took her instantly, possessively, one arm braced around her back, the other settling at her waist as though she had always belonged there. His jaw tightened when he felt how light she was. “So this is how they’ve treated you..” he muttered as his hand gently caressed her face. She looked so peaceful in her sleep with the moonlight bouncing off her luscious brown hair. “Did anyone lay a finger on her?” Orion asked as he held her against his chest. “No one, my prince,” the general answered at once. “Good,” Orion said, stroking a thumb once along Clarisse’s sleeve, restrained but deliberate. “Because if anyone had… Blackmere would’ve already been left in ashes hours ago..nobody but me is to lay even a single hand on her, I’ll cut them off if needed”. Orion spoke firmly. “She won’t remember tonight,” he said, more to himself than anyone else. “But I remember every year they kept her from me. Every lesson. Every look she never noticed.” The horse shifted beneath him, restless and eager to move. Orion leaned forward, lips close to Clarisse’s ear, his voice dropping to something intimate and unhinged. “You’re safe now,” he whispered. “Even if you hate me for it later.” Orion paused and looked towards the general. “I will be riding ahead, you gather all of the troops and ride alongside them. I would like to be alone with her for a while”. The general knew best not to argue with the one in charge, and he agreed. Orion added one more thing, “If anyone follows..kill them”. The general saluted before he gently got his horse to start trotting as he went to go round up his soldiers. Orion got his horse to start galloping down the path that he had made to safely get his horse to the castle originally. The rush of the wind in his face could not distract him from the beautiful darling in his arms. Orion murmured, almost to himself, almost as if confessing to the darkness around them. “I’ve watched, waited, planned… and now, finally, I have you. You don’t belong to Blackmere anymore. You belong to me. Only me.” Orion held her tightly, his hands firmly holding her freezing body against himself as he rode into the twilight. 

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So there’s this one kid, we’ll call him J. He’s really annoying in Spanish and hates me for no reason. Right before a quiz we were taking, he was trying to be non chalant and on his phone etc. there was a verbal mini arguement, cause I had told him to study rather than being on his phone like everyone else. Adding the word (duh) for silly emphasis. Somehow he took that to offense. And he told someone about it. ((I’m not punished for it. The teacher’s on my side cause she hates kids like him)). And she even said, and I quote. “I don’t care if you still do it, it’s honestly hilarious”. (It, being my sass)). The boy is constantly annoying, him and his friends are very disrespectful to the class and the teacher, and not just her.

So here we go. AITA? ((No right answer, just say yes or no)) cause idk how to do polls on substack.

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I have a lot of different things in my head. And I honestly can’t make sense of them at first. I’m guessing this happens to a lot of you guys. It’s gonna be fantasy romance of course. And because I’ve made so much LGBTQ stuff so far, I wanna try and see if I can write straight romance as well. ((Gotta be versed in many!))

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So here are some ideas that I will let the warriors of Substack fight over in the chat. Consider this voting. Because if I don’t make a vote my ADHD will make me forget about it.

1. 1- DARK ROMANCE; A princess gets kidnapped by an enemy kingdom, the prince used to be in the same schooling system as her. ((Obsessive to a high degree)). And he forcefully has her married to him because he cannot “stand to be without her”. Has st@lking, etc.

“I would fight a thousand hordes of your army just to be hold you in my arms”.

2- Vampire Prince x Siren girl ((but the siren also has a human form)) ((and they k!ll people like partners in crime lmao)) ideas still wip for this one.

“Your blood is salty, I see where your attitude comes from”.

3- Fae Prince x Human Princess; Fae Prince lures human Princess out of the castle with his singing, kidnaps her and takes her to Tír na nÓg (Fairyland). (Whatever the fae world is called). She’s the only human he likes, he k!lls all others or imprisons them etc. this would also probably be dark romance but this is a wip idea.

“I forgot how foolish little humans are, but you’re different..you are not like them..aren’t you?”

Let me know what you guys think! You can fight and choose either 1, 2, or 3. I will try and write whichever one gets the most votes.

things you can put for me in the chat!

1. 1-Name ideas for both characters

2. 2- Dark Romance or Regular Romance Tropes that I could mix with the dark romance

3. 3- Character Personalities

4. 4- Book Title Ideas

5. 5- short story? Or try to make a two or 3 book series? ((If I have time))

So the first thing I saw was Columbina sitting on the ground with the three moon sisters, you can barely hear the sound of two pops, signifying the fall of 2 out of the 3 moon sisters. So her birth happened around then we can guess. As this trailer seems to be some sort of timeline thing of her experiences so far?

Next we see shooting stars, the glowing brightest star could be Columbina? If this depicts her birth at all?

Then we see the moon trees, (I forget what they’re really called) which signifies her at Hiisi island where the frostmoon scions reside. And her putting in the eye mask could be her reluctantly playing the role of their “Kuutar”. But the blue glowing dive possibly signifies her freedom through this whole trailer?

The trailer then slowly becomes a way different atmosphere. The feather of the blue dove flies away from Columbina, which could likely show how she felt used by the scions. As they felt entitled to her power. The music and the moves of the things depicting the frostmoon scions start to depict a ballet or a play. This could show how her life almost felt scripted from the start? Maybe?

The white doves taking her away to the area that looks like the fatui base could talk about how she left the scions because they were being greedy and selfish?

The things depicting the fatui soldiers constantly blocking Columbina’s way could maybe be saying how she felt trapped in the fatui, while free? Almost like talkin about how she was confined in Snezhnaya and not sent on any missions maybe.

she tried to reach for her freedom, but can’t.

Now we see a thing depicting Dottore playing the piano, this is pretty much a nod to how Dottore had a hand in the whole Rerir incident.

The golden hero thing likely depicts us? The player? We are her lifeline, and constantly care about her one way or another. We fought our hardest for her against Dottore in 6.2 at the end of the archon quest, and we will fight for her in the 6.3 archon quest.

Her using her burst could nod to her awakening as a moon. Since Sandrone did mention in the 6.3 trailer that there was now 4 moons. Or that could be Dottore’s created moon, idk.

And Columbina’s flying dance with the golden hero thing (us?) could nod to our final battle with her against Dottore. And her at the end, stuck in the threads of fate might mean saving her is gonna be a huge challenge. Or not. Because she does seem to break free from those threads? Who knows. But she does do the Elysia and Cyrene pose holding the light and being enveloped in shadow. SO THATS SCARY. As a Columbina fan that is scary.

I like at how the end they show her splash art and have her lullaby though, it’s a nice touch! 🫡

Goodbye for now gamers!