#[ the majority of this is stuff i've posted before but i just wanted to gather everything into one post ]

[vxctorx]

Regarding Victor's pedigree

On his father's side, Lord Alastair Trevor is of Scottish/Welsh descent (hence the name Trevor). His grandfather, aka Victor's great grandfather, was not born rich, but he got into the spice trade in Calicut, India during the British rule and acquired a fortune. His son (Vic's grandfather) then went into the tea trade and was equally successful, and this was the business that Lord Trevor later inherited and passed down to Victor. He earned his title of Lord through peerage, owing to his baronial lifestyle and fortune, as well as his close connections to Britain's chief political figures and the royalty.

On his mother's side, Evelyn Maxwell is of Colombian and English descent. Her mother lived in a small village in Colombia, and that was where she met her adventuring and wealthy English husband. They married and moved to England, where Evelyn was born.

Evelyn inherited her adventurous nature from her father, and her passionate, tropical temper from her mother, both of which clashed terribly with Lord Trevor's reserved and somewhat puritanical nature, and although he dearly loved her at the beginning, he was accused of coldness and indifference. They completely drifted apart after Victor's little sister, Annabelle was born, and Evelyn began to take lovers while Alastair buried himself further in his work, perhaps to ignore what was barely concealed. The children were naturally ignored throughout their bouts of drama. They never divorced each other, mainly owing to Alastair's wish to save face and avoid his own name being tarnished, and continued to live together until Alastair passed away.

[push-tet]

what I've done

The town of Veronaville is one built on little love and one big feud. For years, the Capp and Monty clans have been at each other’s throats; yet this hatred cannot stop the younger generation from crossing borders and falling for one another. Will their actions bring both feuding families to ruin, or spark reconciliation? Can their love truly heal such deep wounds?

Wouldn't you like see Veronaville in entirely different light? K-he.

WHAT’S NEW:

Added a massive storyline! The familiar Сapp, Monty and Summerdream families will be seen in a whole new light🌟

Added three brand new families with their own stories and secrets! 🌟

Added some new and special townies. At the end of the town album there will be a list of townspeople who have biographies and memories, so no need to add/resurrect literally everybody on your lot. 🌟

Added 20 new community lots + remade the old ones as well 🌟

DISCLAMER AND TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!

This hood is not a retelling of Shakespeare's plays, nor is it a mere makeover of the Maxis’ Veronaville. Think of this neighborhood as an alternate universe.

The Neighborhood contains themes of: fantasy, s*icide and self-harm, body horror, OC X CANON (?)

I may have (unintentionally) spoiled some of your favorite simmies… 

ISSUES THAT I AM AWARE OF:

Some townies’ memories could disappear. It happens even with the mod that forbids the townies from losing their memories. I don't know what the reason is so I recommend checking them before you play the game, namely, by going into the family and teleporting the townies to the resident lot. If the memories are already gone, then please re-download the hood.

Hoodchecker might show some minor errors connected to the wrong memory subjects. This was intentional so don't be alarmed! It doesn't affect your game in any negative way.

Don't try to resurrect Julien Cooke. Just forget about him.

Oberon originally had an overlay with a mechanical prosthetic. But for some reason in some testers’ games the overlay was affecting Oberon's complexion, turning his skintone white… So I removed the overlay entirely. You can add it back if you wish!

RECOMMENDED MODS AND PROGRAMS:

Cyber Parts by @themeasureofasim (optional, Oberon’s prosthetics)

Restore Default Names for Sims in Subhoods (if you intent to play a subhood version of it)

🐸DOWNLOAD MF - SFS

THE CONTENTS:

VD01 ENG is a main hood; contains some of my CCs.

VVBS CC is an archive with some custom content from me for the hood (consists of: some cosmetics, contacts (in the masks section) and one female haircut).

VVBS SUBHOOD is a subhood with two major differences from the main hood: it does not contain pictures from Storytelling folder (so the nhood is less heavy) + you can pick and choose whether you want it with or without my custom content.

EXTRA CONTENT folder is not necessary to download; it contains some extra stuff from my project. This file is locked, but you can gather the password in main hood itself through the storytelling pictures and a little game in the community lots (you can find the rules of this game in the description of 2 Pentameter Parkway lot). Think of it as a reward for your attentiveness!

If you find any errors or bugs, just let me know! THANK YOU!

idk what to put in here so that dads' ranking

P.S. Destroy this town with your crazy ideas. :))

Well, the English version of this interactive fanfic is finally OUT!

I have Pahleen (translation) and @f1shart (English editing) to thank for that! And I also want to thank the many wonderful testers and people who supported my project!🌹🌹

I will continue to post materials about this neighborhood on this blog, but I also have plans to expand this universe, so for that I created a blog @vv-bs so you can follow the development of the project!

[angelicsjn]

Rugby bits are the best!

Can I request Laten bringing you home to meet his family for the first time in a break from university

He cares about his family so much and I’d love to know more about how they’d react to their boy getting a gf and how they’d treat her

LATEN REED.

A N: I love Latennnnn.

A B O U T: You meet Laten's family!

W A R N I N G S: None.

Laten's mom had been waiting for this moment — she's so excited. Her boy fell in love, how crazy is that.

She knows what he's like, how hard he found it to connect with others, so when he tells her about you (before you knew it was a relationship, lmao) she was beyond excited and had been waiting to meet you since.

But between uni, rugby, life, work, you name it, you both never found the time to go and visit his family. So in between that space, his mom added you on social media and would like the majority of your stuff, commenting things like, 'Beautiful!' underneath your selfies and posts with Laten.

Much like Laten, she's an aggressive lover, and loud about it, too, she loved you before you both met.

"Thank you, the dinner was amazing." You said, a polite smile across your lips as you drank from your glass of water. Laten and his younger brother, Daniel, played with the dog as their mom set her gaze upon you, "I'm so glad that I've finally met you. Laten has said so much about you." Her words caused a blush to creep upon your cheeks.

Laten didn't seem like the type to talk about people like that, especially somebody like you, his partner. But he does, all the time. You reminded him that he can love. You looked over his way, his smile wide as he picked up the dog with a laugh, Daniel running after them as they shot out the back door.

"He changed after his dad died. I'm glad he's met someone who understands him." You sat quietly and thought on her words, you didn't know about his dad. He never said anything about him. Suddenly you felt guilty, you could have been there for him, understood him better, maybe you wouldn't have judged him so harshly when you first met. "I'm sorry for your loss." Was all you could muster up to say, but she shook her head and smiled, "It's just life. Can't control it."

From then on, you looked at Laten differently. It made more sense as to why he is the way he is; his unemotional availability and then how suffocating his love can feel at times; he doesn't want to lose anymore.

As you looked around his bedroom, photos of him and his friends from school stuck to the wall around certificates and a shelf full of trophies; clearly he's always been a winner. The room is a dark shade of blue with the bedsheets to match and you could tell that he hadn't had it decorated in years, the paint scuffed on the edges of the wall and the furniture chipped at from years of use. It felt cost and it's scent was all him, your favourite scent.

"You good?" He asked, walking in with his towel around his waist, the water dripping from his curls of honey and down his body, he looked almost edible. You watched as he gathered his PJs and got himself dry and dressed.

"Yeah. You?" You asked back, he turned his back to you as he shot a quick, "Yep." Once he turned back, he sat on the edge of the bed and stroked your leg gently, "I knew they'd like you." He smiled, his green eyes twinkling,

"I'm glad." You said sincerely, at first you were worried but as soon as you stepped into their home, you felt welcomed automatically. "But my mom won't shut up about marriage now..." He laughed a bit, but you couldn't unsee the look of curiosity in his eyes as he watched you.

"We're a bit young for that, don't you think?" You questioned, not knowing what to say. He smiled and lay down on the bed, putting his arm underneath his head, his bicep flexing. "One day." He said before squeezing your leg gently.

[jazeswhbhaven]

👻👻Happy Spooky Month Ya'll👻👻

Have yourself a Asmo~

So as with any update of mine for the month, let's get it poppin' with some quick housekeeping rules since I've gained some new faces since the last update!

👻Don't come up in my space with the bullshit, meaning racism/colorism, homophobia, etc.

👻If you have a non-sharing yumeship do yourself a favor and don't follow me as I equally talk about and simp for pretty much the majority of the characters for this game

👻I talk and write cxc content, I always tag it so ya'll can mute it so just fair warning

👻Venting is welcome in my inbox, but no venting about other users in my inbox and using me as a mediator. That's ya'lls beef not mine.

👻Absolutely no minors.

👻Requests are s l o w. Like I still have stuff from weeks/months ago I haven't answered so please be patient with me ;w;

What's going on this month for my blog?

Uh tbh I was supposed to have a WHB OCversary event for myself and well that hasn't been going to well because of outside factors. If ya'll see it before Halloween that would be my ideal goal.

Also I was going to do a Halloween thingie like how I did for my other blog last year but I don't think I will end up getting to it...I might just update with the kings/nobles I didn't include!

Other than that keep an eye out for the following reacts:

👻Asmodeus Selfie 👻Gabriel X-mas Miracle And this is totally dependent on when my friends share the stories with me or if I get them myself. I was supposed to have a react for Levi and Mammon's bath story but I'll probably dish that out for next month instead.

Oh but another thing!

So after some thought, if I get myself together and figure out a sound schedule...and after doing more research I will possibly be opening a Patreon for ficlets/blurbs for other fandoms including this one based on a poll vote. Most of it will be never posted on tumblr so it will be exclusive to my patrons only! The tiers won't be too expensive tho. But this is still a up in the air thought and I'll let ya'll know if it's ever going forward. I'd like to think I'd get support but alas, gotta be realistic sometimes lol

Hey so, Asmodeus....eh? *wink*

yes. Asmodeus has the fandom up in a tizzy and I think that's a given. For LU(Love Unholyc) fans this has been a long time coming seeing him like this, and for folks like me who kinda know OF him or don't know him at all then yeah fucking side swept my ass.

Let me gather my strength to write some stuff about him...I want to I really do...and we shall see if I can get my brain going. There's so much potential with him too. Other than him being fine as fuck.

Anywayssssssss thank you all for following me and my crazy, engaging, and being the lovely folks ya'll are. Let's continue to simp and vibe for the bois~

your lovely admin~ ♡( •ॢ◡-ॢ)✧˖° ♡ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

[fourswordsannotated]

akira himekawa are unbelievably cool.

soooo here's the thing. i was looking at akira himekawa's website on a whim and found a public blog, with posts that go all the way back to 2009. many hours of google translating later, and i've developed an even stronger admiration of these two women and their exceptional career as manga artists. they share so much in these posts about the creative process, their thoughts on social justice, their connections with nature, and their most major original story, gliding reki, which seems to have always been a passion project in the midst of commercial work.

from what i could gather, reki is unique in that they were determined to do it in full color. and they did it, because after reading about their career, it's clear to me that when these women set their mind to an idea, they make it happen. see also: they just recently produced and distributed their own art book, because no publishers were offering to do it in a way that pleased them.

their stated goals for reki were to make something more adult than their previous children's manga, taking place in a city, involving a lot of mechanical art, and featuring stronger romantic and self-described erotic subtext. good for them. before i get into the four swords-related stuff, i'm sharing what i could find on the internet about reki.

more under the cut, because there's quite a bit to discuss :)

not much that i could find on the blog specifically references four swords, but they have many fascinating insights about nintendo, the zelda fandom, and the franchise as a whole. i can't know for certain because this information was surmised from translated text, but it seems as if their manga with chibi link made them feel a little stifled, which is why they took a long break before returning to do twilight princess. it's not lost on me that even a work like four swords, which they may regard as not their favorite or best, still has inspired and brought together so many passionate, creative, and diverse people. this is especially sweet because it seems as if they met each other, and formed their creative partnership, because of a shared fandom interest of their own.

honda and nagano have shared their thoughts and feelings on this blog for more than a decade, and they have a lot of thoughts and feelings. throughout their entire career they've made commentary on work-life balance, their experiences as women in a male-dominated field, and their desire to create original art while simultaneously enjoying some commercial work as well. they are passionate about social justice, particularly re: women and indigenous people, and offer insights on aspects of culture and history and the state of the world that really could resonate with anyone. and they really seem to appreciate fans of their work, and emphasize repeatedly the care and thought they put into their manga in the hopes it will inspire and bring catharsis to readers. they love animals (especially wolves), being outside in nature, being nerds about art they enjoy, a certain subgenre of romantic manga that appealed to and empowered female readers in the 90's and 2000's, and traveling around the world to partake in activities like horse riding and falconry.

the coolest part is, they're still updating the blog to this day :) in fact they seem to have recently returned to it, reflecting that twitter is not their preferred manner of sharing things online. they seem very familiar with and fond of older-school blogging culture.

there's a lot more i could say here about my findings, some of which do pertain to... certain ships 💜🖤 . but i don't want my genuine appreciation for these authors to be overshadowed by that kind of conversation. in addition to a link to the blog itself, i'm including a few translated posts of interests, which you can interpret and incorporate into your perception of the media however you please. at the end of the day, it's a really cool gift that these artists have chosen to share so much over such a long period of time. by making their personalities, beliefs, and insights more visible to fans of their work, i hope it brings new context to the stories we already love.

a modern-day insight:

re: the zelda mangas. these are from several points throughout their career. please note that they have so many fond things to say about zelda as a franchise and their work on the mangas, especially regarding the way they've affected fans. i encourage you to look for yourself, on their blog and their other socials!

re: gliding reki

re: the creative process (and in the latter two, the fandom that seems to have inspired them!)

re: their two goofyass adorable tiny dogs that they dress up in outfits while also loving wolves like a lot, they love wolves (both domesticated and wild), they really love wolves

re: wolf day (every day is wolf day,)

re: indigenous rights

re: painting serious works on commission vs their manga. i can't know for sure exactly what it means, but it really does kinda hit

re: a fan and manga artist in training bringing them art and a note

and a moment from a twilight princess manga interview i found very sweet :)

okay. you've made it to the end. i know you're wondering. here you go. please remember that this is and always has been a public blog, and these posts are actually from 2009 and 2010. also please remember that the point of this post is not to cause or fuel fandom discourse, but to appreciate these authors and the things that they choose to express.

(also, this is the column they were referring to in image 1. it's FASCINATING. give it a read if you'd like!)

the dots are there. you're welcome to connect them.

thank you for your beautiful work and insights, honda and nagano. please never change.

[eeveecraft]

The Fracturing and Decline of the Tulpamancy Community

Why am I back? Well, I've been thinking about this for a while and a friend of mine just discovered the Tulpamancy stuff. If you're reading this, you know who you are. Still not happy that you found out, but it got me thinking about some stuff I want to write down.

So, some of you may know, #RedditTulpas, the official r/Tulpas Discord server shut down like, a few months ago. The Tulpa.info server got shut down back in 2023, and there's also the debacle that happened with Tulpa Chat several years ago. Basically, all of the largest Tulpamancy Discord servers get shut down for whatever reason once they hit a certain point. The main reason why tends to be drama driving the staff to their wits end, which eventually leads to the server being shut down for the well-being of the staff's mental health.

I mean, I guess there's Tulpa Central with its 1,300+ members, but even though Kopase (eugh) isn't the owner anymore, it's still a server that deliberately excludes other forms of Plurality, and I don't think communities like that should be encouraged to exist. Because let's be honest, that's just thinly-veiled ableism and ignores how Tulpamancy techniques can help disordered systems function better. Oh, that and the fact that other plurals can have tulpas, too.

I also want to bring up how r/Tulpas has drastically declined in quality; we are especially cognizant of it because we moderate that subreddit. There's a lot of low-effort, redundant, and sometimes low-key unhinged posts on the Subreddit, and there is very little actual productive discussion. Most posts there nowadays are just questions, many of which have to be removed because they're already questions that are answered in the FAQ or so basic that they should be asked in the pinned post.

With Reddit specifically, I think a factor in this decline is the direction Reddit has been going with trying to become a publicly traded company, especially with their API changes essentially killing third-party apps. That, and Reddit gleefully giving away all of its user posts to OpenAI with no ability to opt out. We ourselves only check Reddit to moderate the subreddit nowadays because of these changes, and we wouldn't be surprised if others followed suit.

However, this doesn't discredit the general trend we've seen with the larger Tulpamancy communities just declining or outright dying.

The Tulpamancy side of Tumblr has been pretty quiet for several years now with the only major Tulpamancy-specific blog besides ourselves really being Sophie's and maybe Caflec's, and we're hardly active in terms of making posts (we just don't have much to talk about anymore).

There was also the Tulpa.info Mastodon instance, Tulpas.social, but that died pretty damn fast. Plural Café closed invites the moment we tried recommending it to others and has been gradually falling apart, too.

My point is: there's hardly any actual large gatherings of Tulpamancy systems anymore. I remember in one of my Tulpamancy Help videos, I explained how the community became fractured, but I think it's gotten even worse. Like, don't get me wrong, I don't think the community should be a monolith; niches exist for a reason. However, there's something just... disheartening about seeing gatherings of 1,000+ Tulpamancy systems just getting dissolved; thousands of people conversing, exchanging ideas, and helping each other just... separated.

You're probably wondering, "Well, if you're complaining about it, you surely have some kind of solution, right?" Well, not really. it seems to be a cycle tied with the general makeup of the community; enough people in the community just seem to be drawn to petty arguments and drama that takes a toll on the people who manage these communities. So for larger gathering to exist, the people need to be palatable. Otherwise, as new communities form and people flock to them, the same people that caused the downfall of the others before will follow suit. And to be frank, I don't quite have a solution in regards to getting people to stop gravitating towards and starting mentally-taxing drama. That's up for the individuals inside the community to figure out, let alone want to change.

So, what's the conclusion? I guess it's just that I believe the community is heading towards some kind of recession, a dark age of some kind. And that makes me sad to extent because the more Tulpamancy spreads, the more its techniques can be used to help people. There's a reason anthropologists and psychologists are studying Tulpamancy, especially with the interest in its possible therapeutic applications. Despite that, I want to be optimistic and hope that eventually, the community finds its stride again instead of fading into further obscurity.

7-15-2024

[wishjacked]

Happy #WebcomicDay!! :D

This year we're celebrating the process of making pages... so below the cut I've got a bunch of pictures sharing how I go about making pages of my evil post-apocalyptic workplace sitcom, Cargo!! :D

So! My process!!

Writing-> I think sometimes there's pressure to "write" your comic a certain way, I see people talking about script format and stuff a lot. That really doesn't work for me, though! I write my "first draft" script in short scenes on scrap paper, in whatever order they come to me. Sometimes a scene will just be one or two lines, and then a little description of what I want to happen in the rest of the scene.

Later I type the scene up, and write the "connective tissue" that fits between the disjointed scenes so they all flow together like they ought. I don't do page breaks or even character tag or action notes hahahaha I like it to be as BASIC as POSSIBLE so it's easy to edit. And since I'm the person drawing it I can almost always remember who's supposed to be saying what lmao

I edit a lot, but the most major editing is also probably the last bit... when I letter my pages usually I realize "they would never say that" and so I end up rephrasing everything. My art brain is sometimes waaaaay better at phrasing hahaha. Like you can see in the finished page for this script I rewrote like basically all of it, and actually went back to the original "sketch" script in a lot of places.

Thumbnailing-> my thumbs are really big, I draw them with markers on printer paper and keep them in a binder!! I like to thumb scenes in batches and I also usually write my dialogue on them, just so I can read through them before (and while) I draw to get a feel for how the pacing works. :)

Sketching-> OH sketching is also really hard for me! I don't have a good visual imagination so it's really important for me to make sure I have good references. Last year I was especially focusing on setting.

My comic is set in Florida. I'm lucky in that I used to live there and still go back to visit sometimes, so sometimes I can gather my own reference images! But more often I start on Google Maps or Zillow, trying to find buildings that have interesting features or the right kind of "look" for what I want. I'll also look up other interesting elements, my comic is set in a post-apocalypse and I'll research home gardening and things like that which people would probably have.

For example, in this set in chapter 7, I used Google Maps images, photo references of indoor hydroponic gardening, and like, 90's-00's hacker computer setups haha. Also my BFF Roomstyler.com, where you can make 3d house interiors haha!!

Lineart-> I LOVE lineart it is my favorite!!!! I sketch and ink two pages at a time, and it usually takes somewhere between 10-12 hours to do both steps.

I actually think my art looks best when it's just lineart... but I think my STORY is better with color, like it makes it clearer and easier to read and it has a better atmosphere HAHA.

Colors-> I think it usually takes me 4-6 hours to do 2 pages (I haven't timed myself as consistently as I time my lineart and sketching). I have a big file with small copies of my previous pages that I color drop from, and my characters are all flats only. The limited palette that I use is also really handy, it streamlines coloring a LOT.

Finishing Touches-> aka I steal mercilessly from my one true love, my internet home, the beautiful and blessed Wikimedia Commons

I put lots of overlay layers on my art! I like textures so having some strange little textures or pictures on things makes my art feel a lot more finished to me.

And finally my very most favorite ✨finishing touch✨ is the bright colored/patterned gutters that I use. Here are some of my favorites that I've made and used in the past!

And that's all!! I hope you guys have a very happy Webcomics Day and find lots and lots of wonderful new things to read!!!

[robobirdie]

Clan of the Lost update

It's been a while since I did an update. I never intended for such a long hiatus but this year has not been a good year. At the end of May my grandmother on my mothers side died of sepsis and most of her side of the family are pretty awful people, let's just say they are into drugs and my one half uncle has a criminal record involving drugs and some not good things with kids (explains why my parents never let him come over nor leave I and my sisters alone when he was around during family gatherings) so there was a great deal of work and drama too deal with plus we had to clean her apartment as she had lay for three days after she passed before anyone found her then my father broke his one leg into three pieces in September while Roller Skating and I've been helping him with daily tasks since then cause he can't do a good deal of stuff while using crutches. I never stopped working on my story but things took longer as I was busy.

Anyway I've finally got finished a good portion of the story completed and have posted them here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34894561/chapters/86888878

There are now three chapters to the prequel story.

In this next section the ninja get a hint of where the Lost Clan came from however things don't go as planned when they go to investigate the site. They stumble upon some strange lands and some dark secrets to the clan. Then upon their return home the Clan unleashes their biggest attack yet to the capital of Ninjago (Skylor makes a major appearance here). Here's some samples from what I have posted so far:

A very interesting dragon they encounter:

Some of the artifacts from the story:

Two of the strange environments they come across:

After the battle in the capital the ninja find themselves hunted by entities that call themselves the riders of doom one of which is the Rider of Pestilence:

Some creatures and flora from the strange place they find themselves in:

Some snippets from the story:

At one spot almost two thirds the way across the lake they came onto a small rocky island in the lake and decided to take a break so Kai could relax before they continued over open water. The isle was not too small as it was big enough to have a decent sized cabin with a couple meters around it on all sides having land before they reached the shore and even then there was a bit of this flooded forest which Zane and Pixal had started referring to as a dock forest around the isle. The cabin looked up kept and still in use however no one was there and it was locked. Looking into the windows they could see no signs of anyone currently living there. They guessed this might be someone’s summer or vacation home and they weren’t currently there. They sat down outside this cabin where the path went rate past it. The isle was dominated by conifer trees mainly what looked to be a species of redwood possibly some form of metasequoia which had the ground of the isle colored reddish from its shed leaves along with some ferns and other flora including a tree looking fungi. The flora on the isle was fairly dense creating a secluded and sheltered site on the isle; they were guessing that was why the cabin had been built there in the first place. Someone had wanted a nice secluded and quite place to get away from it all.

“So what if we don’t find a settlement here?” Jay asked while they sat there picking up small stones and pinecones every now and then to then toss them at a wall of the cabin.

“Well we’ll defiantly have to find Cole something to eat before he tries to eat one of us,” Kai joked irritating Cole who wasn’t amused by the comment and getting hangry. Kai as well was tossing small objects at the building. Zane was not happy about the two throwing stuff at the building steadily getting more annoyed at the two.

“Can you please not do that,” he commented. Not sure what Zane was talking about Kai expressed as he tossed a pinecone at the building, “not do what?”

“That,” Zane stated. Picking up what was agitating Zane Jay quietly told Kai to film before teasing Zane as he tossed a pinecone with, “you mean this?”

“Yes. This structure is someone else’s property and you could end up causing damages to it,” Zane explained. Kai asked while filming, “how could pinecones damage a building?” Zane didn’t seem to realise he was being filmed.

“You could break a window and we have nothing to fix it nor do we know when the owner will return so it could be left open for days or even months leaving access for creatures and weather to get into the structure causing much more damage which could cost the owner a great deal in funds, time and even their health should mold or dangerous animals take inhabitance in the structure,” Zane explained. Jay expressed, “that’s why you aim for an area of the wall without a window on it.” Pixal questioned confused, “why are you committing such an action? There is no logical reason to throw random objects against a wall.”

“It’s just a chill thing to do to alleviate boredom,” Jay commented. After a moment’s pause Zane commented, “can’t you just use your brain for stimulation like visualizing your thoughts or you could use your time to analyze and study the world around you.”

“We’re not nindroids; our brains can’t so nicely visualize things like yours can plus we don’t share your twos curious and analytical minds,” Kai commented. Jay then stated, “because it gives your hands something to do. Haven’t you every just picked things up and tossed them for the fun of it? There’s no harm in it plus you can turn it into a game. You know see how good your aim is and how close you can get to a target.” Zane and Pixal looked at each other for a moment confused before Pix commented, “no.”

“Why don’t you give it a go; just pick up something and give it a toss at something,” Jay proposed. Again Zane and Pixal looked at each other a bit confused before Zane looked around himself for a small object. He picked up a small stone and looked it over.

“Okay now give it a throw at something,” Jay encouraged. To Jays shock but everyone else’s amusement instead of throwing the stone at the building or tree like he expected Zane tossed the stone at him with considerable force. It smacked Jay pretty hard in the chest knocking him back and momentarily taking his breath away.

“I guess I can see some of the attraction to this,” Zane commented as Jay sat back up to angrily proclaim, “you don’t throw it at living things!”

“You did not say that was not an option,” Pixal noted and Cole commented, “to be fair you sometimes deserve to be hit by stones. If words don’t get through to you then stones sure will.” Jay was not amused.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” Jay commented and Zane noted, “you kept up an action I told you to stop.”

“It’s just a building!” Jay stated and Pixal commented, “yes but it does not belong to you. How would you feel having someone throwing stones at your home?” Jay was silent for a moment before commenting a bit defeated, “I wouldn’t like it.”

“See now will you not throw stones at it. Why don’t you analyze these strange cones instead,” Zane commented tossing a cone from the forest floor at Jay. Jay caught it and looked at it not too amused. Cole quickly commented picking one up that sat by him to ask, “can we eat these?”

“Possibly; they might need to be cooked to render them safe for human consumption but that is not a guarantee so best not to test it out at this time,” Pixal noted while Jay worked on trying to open up the cone. He had to use a pocket knife he had in a pocket of his attire to cut it open. When he got it open he remarked looking at the inside, “this is weird. It’s like someone shoved dried beans into that stuff in a dragon fruit and it smells funny like fishy funny. I don’t want to risk eating this.”

“What do those cones come from?” Kai asked reaching for one of the cones near him which looked to be buried a bit in the leaf litter and Zane noted, “most likely the strange trees forming this dock forest. We’re calling the trees Dock Cypresses.” As Kai picked up the supposed cone he was startled to find this ‘cone’ was some strange hedgehog like mammal with armoured plates on its back that made it look like a pine cone. The creature was not too pleased with being picked up and yelled at him displaying the massive almost tusk like fangs in its more wolfish snout at Kai who quickly tossed the creature away from himself worried of getting bit by it. The creature ploughed about a foot on the ground as it landed before getting up to rush off into the undergrowth Cole commenting as it ran, “do you think we could eat that?”

“Possibly but you would have to find and catch it first,” Zane commented. Cole was not up to trying to find the creature.

“You know maybe we should continue on before Cole gets hungry enough to try and eat one of our arms,” Kai commented. Cole was not happy with them joking about him but they all agreed they should continue on their way...

Snippet 2:

“I don’t care the reason. We need to focus on the now and keep them from taking the capitol. If they take this spot the rest of the continent will descend into turmoil and we could lose everything to these monsters,” the chief declared and Skylor expressed checking her phone, “they haven’t messed with local cell towers have they?”

“The police are on the way just stay there and don’t throw potato salad at the monsters. Just like wild animals don’t feed them they’ll come back for more… No the local cell signals are fine but so many people are calling the systems are overwhelmed and signals poor… Hello Ninjago PD what can I do for you, what do you mean mini Grundles have invaded the museum? No they look a bit like mini Grundles but they’re not…Feardrakes… lock them in the cafeteria with food tossed around if you can till help arrives that should distract them,” a dispatcher commented between answering calls. Skylor wondered, “if I got closer to a tower would I have a better signal?” One of the tacticians stated, “possibly.”

“Where’s the closest one?” Skylor asked and one of the dispatcher stated, “I think one of the skyscrapers nearby has a cell tower atop it.” Skylor went over to the glass doorway and looked up at the top of the nearby buildings. Due to their large height it was hard to see the tops but she was pretty sure one of them did have a cell tower on top. After a few minutes searching one of the tacticians came over to her to show her on his tablet a map with regional cell towers. He pointed to the nearest one. It was only a block away on a mixed commercial residential building. The lower floors had some shops while the upper floors were residential. She was going to make for that building. She headed out the door. She had to help the force members and cops fight back some of the enemy forces that were trying to break into their base in order to get out. To get over the barricade the clan had brought over one of their siege towers to climb over the barricade while one of the mammoths was bashing at the one section of the barricade trying to either smash through it or knock it over. It already had several holes in the barricade. As the forces started to enter the secure area those out there began retreating into the building as those inside began shutting the defence shutters for the lower levels to keep the forces out of the building.

Using the lightening power she had siphoned from the crow monster she struck the siege tower lighting it on fire which as it was butted up to the largely wooden barricade walls the cops had built started parts of that on fire. The erupting fire startled the mammoth who knocked off its rider as it reared up in fright. Knowing she’d have trouble fighting her way a block on her own as the forces and cops were occupied and overwhelmed by clan forces while trying to get people to safety she came up with an idea. To control the mammoth the rider was using chains that were anchored into bracers attached at the base of the tusks which wound up onto its neck. She rushed over getting into a fight with the mammoths rider while the mammoth tried to defend them by attacking her. The rider was a Gnollsvic who wore fur armour like some kind of hunter and could wield a warhammer with one hand. Considering they were heavy built she didn’t find that too surprising; he was fitting the stereotype of pets looking like their owners.

Fighting the rider and his pet was tough but she managed to take out the rider by giving him a shock then slashing at the back of his legs dropping him to his legs before stabbing him through the chest. Even after its rider exploded into a mist that disappeared the mammoth continued to fight her. She dodged its attacks getting to its one hind leg where she proceeded to climb up onto its back where she then crawled to the base of its neck where the chain rested. It went to reach up with its trunk at her but she slashed at its trunk with her sword making it pull its trunk away. She sat herself at the base of its neck and grabbed the chain. It tried reaching her a few more times but each time she struck its trunk away. It then tried to shake her off but she held onto its shaggy fur keeping from getting knocked off.

“Okay you’re clearly not on our side but I’m not going to give up so easily. Just co-operate with me for a couple minutes and then you can go back to trashing the city,” she told the beast which made a low grumbling noise. She was guessing it wasn’t happy but that didn’t matter. One way or the other she was going to get it to co-operate. She pulled on the one side of the chain tugging its head to the side to face where she needed to go. It was not happy but turned in the direction. Now she needed to get it to move. Using the power she had siphoned she gave it a mild shock to the back of the neck. It threw its head back and reared up in protest but Skylor held on keeping from getting thrown off. When it landed again she gave it another shock. This time it moved forward.

“There was that hard,” she proclaimed. As the mammoth moved forward she would pull on one side or the other of its chain to keep it in the right trajectory. The mammoth would move slightly to that side swinging its head in anger in the process. She quickly learned that by doing this she was able to get the mammoth to knock over some opponents mainly large monsters in the process. The opponents were quick to take note that she was controlling the mammoth and a few tried to intervene crawling up onto the mammoth to get her. The Huntsmen and Gnollsvic were easy to knock off but the Gorgayhurra (gorg-ay-yur-a), a strange parrot headed and armed serpentine, wasn’t easy.

It climbed up secretly onto the mammoth and slunk to behind her to launch atop and coil around her just as she reached the building she needed to get into. To her misfortune the ground level already had the disaster shutters put down. She didn’t have time though to work around that as she had to find a way to break free of the Gorgayhurra which was trying to bite her with its powerful beak. She’d managed to get her sword arm up as it wrapped around her so she was able to shove her hand with the sword into the back of its moth hindering its ability to close its beak. She had her other hand on the chains for the mammoth however she could barely move it with the constriction from the Gorgayhurra which was tightening its coils to constrict around her as tight as it could to take her out of the struggle. Unable to break the Gorgayhurra’s hold she gave off a shock from the powers she had siphoned. This stunned the serpentine creature who loosened itself before falling off her and the mammoth which reared up in pain from the shock.

“Sorry about that but if your parrot faced snake friend had held off its attack I wouldn’t have had to do that now just co-operate a little longer and you’re free to go,” she told the mammoth as she urged it with the chains to stand next to the building so she could climb onto a window ledge of the second story. Once on the ledge she knocked on the window while clinging to the frame and slim ledge of the window to see if anyone was inside that could let her in. While everything from the second story up was residential that didn’t necessarily mean anyone was home then and it didn’t seem like anyone was. She’d have to break the window to get in. Before she could make a move though she was sent smashing through the window as the Gorgayhurra launched off the mammoth as it slowly moved off to plough into her from behind.

They smashed through the window landing in some ones apartment. As they landed the Gorgayhurra quickly coiled around her and began squeezing tight. As she had been unprepared for the ambush she was unable to react in time to hinder the serpentines coil. It got tighter with each of her breaths making it harder and harder to breathe. She was struggling to breathe and her vision starting to blur when the creature let out a startled cry and loosened on her. It didn’t let her go but loosened up enough that she was able to breathe and regain her senses. She could see she was in the apartment of a family with three kids, two daughters and a son, who were huddled hiding against the wall in the kitchen of their open floor plan apartment.

The father had smacked the creature in the back of the head with a frying pan when they had realised this creature had someone in its coils. This had distracted it with new targets making it loose interest in her. The father was still using the frying pan to smack the creature whenever it got close to them while the mother was hitting it with a baking sheet. Those weren’t hurting the creature but were irritating it making it let her go more so it could better attack them. Back to her senses and with the creatures grip loosened she manoeuvred her way out of the few coils it still had on her. The creature looked back at her as she got up clearly mad she’d got free. She hit it with a shock momentarily stunning it. While it was stunned she positioned herself between it and the family. The creature clawed and bit at them in attack and she slashed at the creature with each of the attacks to keep it back.

“Where’s the front door?” she asked them and the mother asked, “why?” Skylor explained hitting the Gorgayhurra back from one of its attacks, “I may need you all to make a run for it.”

“Over there,” the mother expressed pointing in the direction of the doorway as one of the kids through a glass jar of what looked to be a jam at the creature. The jar smashed against the Gorgayhurra’s beak breaking open and leaving some jam to drip off its beak while the rest fell to the floor. The Gorgayhurra was unharmed just annoyed so yelled at them showing off its hand claws scaring them all back into the counters Skylor holding her sword at the creature in case it made a sudden move. Before it could attack however it got distracted after licking some of the jam that was dripping on the tip of its beak off. It looked to like it. It licked the jam off its beak then began picking up the pieces of glass from the jar to lick them clean before throwing them away to then lick up the jam that had gotten onto the floor.

“What did you hit it with?” Skylor asked the kid who had thrown the jam who responded with, “peach jam.” Looking around the kitchen she noted an open picnic basket on the counter with some fruits, sandwiches, lidded bowls and containers. While monsters Gorgayhurra’s were very animal like so could be distracted by things they viewed as food.

“We’d been packing to have a picnic before the chaos,” the father stated as she went over to inspect the basket making sure to keep the creature in her field of view. The Gorgayhurra took note of her movement before noticing the basket.

“You want this?” she asked tilting the basket up to give the creature a better look at it. It moved closer to the basket so she picked it up. The Gorgayhurra watched the basket as she slowly moved back to the window they had smashed through. The Gorgayhurra moved away from them to follow the basket. Once at the window she waited a moment for the creature to get closer before tossing the basket out of the window. The Gorgayhurra wasted no time in lunging out of the window to wrap around the basket to land with it on the street below where it proceeded to dig into everything there getting into fights with other monsters looking to come and see what it had and see if they could get some.

“Sorry about the mess and the basket. You should probably sweep up the glass and find something to cover the window for the time being,” she expressed after a moment’s pause after turning to the family. They were scared and a little too stunned to reply. Only the father was able to express still shaken with, “that’s okay better it has that instead of us.” She quickly continued on her mission. She went into the hall where a small group of the apartments inhabitants had gathered to see what was going on in that unit.

She rushed to the elevator managing to catch one from people from another floor that had come to see what was causing the commotion on that floor. She rode the elevator to the highest floor it could go, the twentieth floor; she then found the stairs for access to the rooftop. Unfortunately the roof access door was locked; fortunately though she’d seen in the hall an axe in a fire emergency box hung on the wall. She went and retrieved it breaking it out of the glass front panel and took it to the door. She used the axe the smash at the door handle damaging the lock and making it easy for her to break the door open.

There was some of the Glowback and Corpse Bird creatures roosted up there just watching the chaos below. She hit them with a shock and they clearly were not up for a fight as that was all that it took to get them to fly off and leave her alone there. Once on the rooftop she went over to the cell tower anchored to the center of the roof. She pulled out her phone to get a look. The signal wasn’t at full bars but it was much better than it had been below. She quickly dialed up Kais number. The first time it didn’t go through. She tried again. To her joy it made it through…

Snippet 3:

If this fog wasn’t unsettling enough the song he could hear coming through it had him unsettled. While it was muffled a bit by the fog he could still hear it quite well. He hadn’t been able to figure out where Rosic had sent him before the fog had rolled in but he was pretty sure it was still somewhere in Ninjago City. She had thrown him into an alley way where he’d landed in a dumpster when she had tossed him through the portal. He believed he was by one of the market districts as he’d come across several shops as he searched around the area but apart from that he had not been able to figure it out before the strange fog had rolled in like a wave the enemies disappearing as it swept through the area.

The only good thing this fog did was put out all the fires that had developed in the city. To his misfortune all the buildings in the area had their disaster shutters down leaving him stuck out on the street; in the open and alone. Not good circumstances he felt especially with the unknown of where and what the clan was up to. After the fog had rolled in he had been trying to contact the others before getting distracted by the song. He’d at first mistook the music as a possible commotion from fighting before realising it was music.

He’d followed it thinking someone might need aid but as he got closer to the source not only did he find no one but he’d come to realise it was just a radio he was hearing. He felt it likely was coming from the radio a merchant likely had on as they had worked prior to the attack. Considering how quiet everything had been and the fact the clan had released an EMP in the attack he found it both odd and rather unsettling to be hearing music. While not too loud he could hear fairly clearly the song whose lyrics and heavy rock tone he might have enjoyed if it wasn’t for the surroundings he was in. That just made the tune unsettling. He’d followed the sound of the radio to what appeared to be a market street with various shops quite a few selling foods like produce and baked goods. He was now just blindly navigating through the street sticking close to the buildings on the one side looking for anyone else. So far he’d seen no one; not even this Lost Clan or their beasts.

That was the most unsettling. The enemies had disappeared like ghosts when the fog first rolled in and was at its thickest which had really scared him. The area was dead; no one and no thing not even pigeons were out and about making the area feel like a ghost town. This was worsening his nerves which were already deeply on edge from the fog that now engulfed the city. It was thick and dark making it nearly impossible to see anything more than a couple meters away from himself and he got the unsettling feeling that not only was he not alone there but he was being watched by something in the fog. He was thankful this fog wasn’t like the usual one the Lost Clan used however it was much like that of the Oni though it didn’t seem to give off the physical draining and paralyzing effects of the Oni’s fog. It was still highly unsettling never the less and worsened his feelings of fear and dread.

‘It's hiding in the dark; It's teeth are razor sharp; There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart; No one can hear me scream’ he heard from the song causing him to comment, “great if things weren’t unsettling enough here that just made things creepier.” The radio then began to emit nothing but the sound of static with scatterings of was that just speaking or the song? He was having trouble identifying it as he became too distracted by the quickly overwhelming feeling of something terrible nearby. He couldn’t tell what or why he felt that he just knew he had the overwhelming feeling that he needed to hide from danger. He couldn’t be out in the open. ‘The nightmare's just begun’ was sung through the radio before it went back to static further worsening his feelings. What a time for that to play over the radio. Had that just been a coincidence or was something trying to tell him something? He was too scared to think of it.

The feeling that he needed to get off the street was too overwhelming. He quickly tried to open the doors to several shops but all were locked and barricaded from within. Even the windows to the structures were blocked by metal shutters to protect from attacks. Clearly the shop keeps had barricaded the stores to likely try and shelter during the attack. Maybe they were still in there. He knocked on a few of them before realizing if someone was in there they most likely wouldn’t respond too scared he could be one of these monsters. Where were the monsters? Ever since the fog had rolled in all the forces of the Lost Clan seemed to have disappeared. Or at least it seemed like it.

There was something on the street with him he could hear hard footsteps somewhere in the fog down the road ahead of him. There were a few steps then it stopped. Where those from hooves? Metal boots? Did it sound like something big? He didn’t wish to find out. He thought about using his powers to break through the barricades to get into a shop for safety however resisted. The sound of that could draw the attention of whatever was out there in the fog and he had a strong suspicion he did not want to see what it was. Whatever it was had stopped as if waiting for a sound to direct it towards something. He needed to be quite but he also needed a place to hide. He slowly moved back on the street away from the footsteps continuing to quietly check shop doors hoping one was unlocked.

None but he did find the entrance to an alley way. It wasn’t as secure as an indoor structure but it would get him off the main road. Hopefully that would be enough to protect him. He could hear the footsteps starting up again slowly coming towards him. He moved into the alley sticking close to a wall. He was shaking with fear. The footsteps stopped. They sounded not too far away now. He could start to smell something. It smelled horrible almost like rot; kind of like leftovers that had been sitting at the back of the fridge for several months he thought.

These monsters they fought defiantly weren’t the nicest smelling things but this smelled way worse than those they were frequently encountering. After a moment of silence he began to wonder if he should dare a peak to the street to see who or what could be out there. He looked out into the clouded street pondering over taking a peak so when something touched his shoulder it sent him into a panic. He screamed jumping and activating his lava arms preparing for an attack. He prepped to punch fighting to hold back from pummelling whatever had touched him in case it was just a person. While it wasn’t what he expected he was relieved to see it was just a serpentine from the constricti tribe who clearly hadn’t been expecting his reaction and was cowering from him pleading, “I’m sorry please don’t hurt me!”

“What are you doing here?” he inquired dropping his lava arms starting to calm down. The serpentine explained in a hurried tone clearly scared, “some of us came up here to see what is going on. This strange fog is seeping into our tunnels and there are these monsters and daemons starting to patrol within them.” Cole heard the footsteps again. He told the serpentine to be quiet as he heard the footsteps start up. They both hugged close to the wall listening as the steps got closer and stopped. The rot smell got even worse and was now sickening. Cole felt on the edge of getting sick.

“What is that?” the serpentine inquired equally disgusted. Cole stated, “I don’t know but I’m guessing it is probably real bad… how did you get up here? Do you have an entrance into your tunnels nearby?”

“Yha why?” the serpentine asked and he responded, “I think that will be our best bet of getting out of here. I have a strong feeling we don’t want to know what that is.” The serpentine offered, “we could do that if you’ll come back to our settlement and explain what is going on up here.” Cole agreed to those terms. They decided to head on their way to escape whatever was out there. Before they left however Cole couldn’t help but peak out into the road to just get a glimpse of what was out there. He was curious to know what it was. He slowly looked out and around the building.

He couldn’t see anything through the fog. Just the produce stand from the shop he was sheltering next to. Some of its produce had fallen off the wooden stand that stood out front the shop which had its metal shutters covering its windows and door. The sound of steps started up. Was there movement out there? Yes there was something moving towards them in the fog. It looked to be a rider of some sort on was that a horse? The smell got much worse as this rider slowly moved through the fog. Something drew his attention from the rider. A sickly green mist was creeping beneath the fog. When it made contact with any of the produce within seconds they went from fresh to a state of decay. Rot overtaking them blackening and moulding them in under a minute. The stand holding the produce even began to rot the wood crippling and falling apart as if decades of exposure to the elements and lack of care had overcome it in seconds spilling the steadily rotting produce over the road. Even more shocking the metal of the buildings shutters began to rust and even some of the bricks of the building started to crumble to dust. Cole was in a state of shock; what kind of monster had powers like this? Looking back up into the fog he could see more clearly the figure moving towards him.

A dusted black emaciated looking horse carrying an equally gaunt emaciated person whose skin was greyed was moving towards him. The rider was nearly skeletal in appearance and wore tattered clothes mainly just a pauper’s shirt and pants with crude cloth wraps on their feet. A band of cloth made a gag over his mouth and his glazed eyes still bore an unsettling yellowish glow; a glow his horse’s eyes shared. He was carrying a staff with some kind of t shaped structure on the top which as the rider rode closer Cole realised looked to be a representation of the old style scales used for weight measuring. The rider stopped a couple feet away from him the rider just staring at the ground in front of himself with a blank look.

“What is that?” the serpentine whispered to him and Cole replied, “I don’t know… I don’t think we should let that thing see us though.” The two were then struck with horror when the rider addressed them looking directly towards them, “you will find no feed for thee here. From wheat to meat shall your needs of the day rot and decay within my wake.” The entity had a deep unsettling and un-human voice. It turned towards them taking a few steps.

“Just as you would consume the fruits of the trees the swarm shall consume you,” the rider proclaimed pointing his staff at them. Highly unsettled the serpentine asked, “What does he mean by that… what’s that sound?” There was a buzzing sound slowly getting louder. Cole was a little distracted frozen in fear as his eyes looked into the riders eyes. He got a feeling of doom from this thing.

His attention was suddenly broken by a locust coming to land on his arm and bite him. He quickly smacked it looking away from the rider and coming to note a swarm of locusts emerge from the fog. They began to feed on the rotting food and wood in front of the store and began landing on Cole and the serpentine tearing at their clothing and biting them trying to tear chunks of flesh from them. These were no ordinary locusts. They were bigger almost the size of mice and even when hit or swatted didn’t squish instead just getting stunned before continuing the attack. Cole and the serpentine took a moment to try and swat the insects off them before deciding it best to flee for safety as they were being overwhelmed.

“Flee as you might but my swarm shall follow and strip all that is edible till nothing is left,” the rider expressed following them their horse trotting and showing a disturbing amount of energy for something that looked near dead from starvation.

“What is that thing?” the serpentine asked as they fled constantly swatting and fighting the locusts which followed them down the alley. The rider boasted trotting close behind them, “I am the Limos; rider of famine and decay one of the four great riders; the riders of doom who upon the foreboding and powers of apocalypse has been bestowed.” The two managed to reach the next block but the rider and his locusts was quick on their heels.

“Quick down here,” the serpentine proclaimed lifting the sewer grate and quickly heading down. Cole quickly followed pulling the grate back over managing to close it just as the rider reached them proclaiming as he did, “attempt to hide you may but we will find you and the swarm will feast upon you like they do upon the wheat.” They could hear the hooves of the rider upon the grate and the buzzing of the insects above as they lowered into the sewers.

“Well I think we’ll be stuck down here for a while. Might as well talk to your leaders; you’re going to have to help me out though as it’s a little too dark for me to see here,” Cole expressed as they took a moment to relax and assess themselves. They were both missing patches of attire and had bites and scratches from the locusts all over them. The serpentine took his hand and began leading him through the dark...

For the rest of the story you can visit here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34894561/chapters/86888878

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[angelosearch]

My little writing progress journal...

Well, today is my first day of class. And Chaos Theory isn't done. I missed the deadline. I spent so many hours writing in the last few weeks, and I still missed the deadline.

One issue is that the more I write, the more there is to write. There are little bits of the story that didn't interest me before that I want to follow the threads of. And, I think, to tie up the end effectively, I'm going to think more about how I will handle part 5. It was just supposed to be four chapters, including the epilogue, but there might be more to it than that.

I've also been stuck writing two very important and action-packed chapters. One might shake out to be 15k words, and I may post it as a spin-off one-shot instead. The other is basically a super long fight scene that I have a lot of cool ideas for. but guys. Figuring out the order of operations in an extended fight is hard. For the first time since I started CT, I wish I could go back to my undergrad and ask my writing professors how to handle this stuff. I know I can figure it out, but it's going to take some time.

And editing! I've been editing stuff like crazy, even the chapters that I was really happy with. I think I've sat with them too long haha.

Lastly, I really put my media blinders on to do all this writing, and so my well has run a little dry. I need to gather some more input to produce compelling output. I also had to step away from CT and write a one-shot for Squall's birthday.

So I posted Chapter 28. I have Chapter 29 written, but it needs to be edited (again). I will hopefully publish it on Friday, but we'll see. Chapter 30 is written and will probably need less editing than 29, but it ends on (maybe) the biggest cliffhanger of CT, so I will want to wait to post it until Chapter 31 is almost done (so the wait between chapters isn't too long).

Chapters 31/32 are a mess (and one of those might become a spin-off). After that, I have a plan for the rest, a few major scenes prepared, and most or all of the last chapter written, plus the epilogue. But I may end up with closer to 40 chapters total.

So... It is going to be hard, but I am determined to balance writing with school/my internship. I will not give up on this project, but updates will definitely slow. And don't be surprised if I write more one-shots and/or finish A Sorceress Awakens before I complete CT, because they will be probably be easier to write when I only have a little time.

As always, I will keep reporting my progress here. For those of you who are on the Chaos Theory train, thank you for reading and your patience and support! I hope you don't mind bearing with me while I take my time landing this plane.

Feel free to bully me in my ask box if I don't talk about CT for a while!! I am unfortunately prone to getting distracted when projects are close to done, but I am also a people pleaser and very responsive to stuff like that, haha.

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Shop talk! I know you're currently doing the whole writing and posting thing differently than before - like the whole thing is written, you're just editing and posting once a week. So what do you think of that? Do you prefer it over how you worked previously? Does it depend on the fic??

And how much editing are we talking? Both in terms of words changed as well as time spent on it? Do you do editing the next chapter for a whole week? Are you constantly editing all upcoming chapters??

Thanks for the ask! I love talking about this stuff :) Sorry for the obscenely long answer.

So it's the first time I've done that, and now that I'm in the posting part I am liking it a lot. I like the structure, I look forward to Wednesdays, I feel like I gathered a little bit of an audience that is there weekly with me as well, which is nice for everyone. I don't know if it makes any difference to people in terms of engagement if they hear that its completed in advance or see it posting regularly, but idk if it was me as a reader I would appreciate the regularity so I hope people do. At least one person has told me they're waiting to read it until it's finished/waited to start until it was over half posted, idk if I'll suddenly get new readers when its up in full or what but I def understand that. But yeah! The posting weekly thing has been nice. It feels productive even if I actually don't do a ton of writing every week.

Actually writing the thing took like two years though, specifically because there was absolutely no gratification to it haha. I didn't really even post wip snippets or talk about it much, because I wanted to keep my secrets. I was writing either Matchsies or A Complicated Match still when I had the idea and started plotting, so part of it taking so long is also that I was dividing my attention, and devoting more of it to the ongoing stuff I was actually posting. But I started this fic with the intention of letting it be a slow side-burner project so that I could make it "really good" by the time it went up. And that was a good call, because I did a lot of re-writes and re-structuring to elements of it, especially some of the early chapters, when I got further into the plot. To be clear, it's had the same outline all along, but there were connecting details that didn't work, like logistical travel time things that would have been glaringly annoying if I'd posted the first drafts of the first few chapters before writing the later ones. Also I re-vamped Sylvanna's character really early on into a more major role. She wasn't originally a bodyguard! Or really a main element of the story at all. Absolution came out at some point and I got Ideas.

Anyway, a lot of the editing that went into the fic before I started posting was pretty major, but by the time I was ready to actually start posting everything was much more concrete. I tend to edit the next chapter in the days before it goes up, and right before posting, mainly just for little details. But I try to give myself some distance and not overdo the constant editing so that when I do look at it right before posting I have some fresher eyes, right now I haven't looked at the next chapter (lying, I read it last night, but not from an EDITOR standpoint) in a couple weeks and I plan to put on editor glasses tomorrow morning before I post it. A big part of the editing that is ongoing is for how the prose reads, like I might come up with some gorgeous metaphor or re-do how a scene is described but keep the content the same. You get better all the time as a writer, so it's just about getting the Good Copy as Good as I can before it goes up. Every now and then I have a genius thought and go stick it in where it fits. Every now and then I also delete stuff or have a genius thought that doesn't actually fit and stick it in "CUT CONTENT" on the bottom of the doc. There's some Taren-perspective Bher stuff in there that didn't work with how I structured Ch. 20, for example. I was thinking for a sec I'd re-write that whole chapter and do a flashback chapter for him but it did not suit the flow at all and I only got a couple paragraphs in and then just... added like two lines of Taren Thoughts to get the point across instead haha. I also cut a couple chapters in half but didn't change them (19 and 20 are an example, which is also why a ch. 20 rewrite did not work.)

The most major edits I've made have been to the last two chapters, mainly to add in a few new ideas I had or to tie up loose ends I realised I was still leaving. I haven't majorly changed any of what was going to happen, it's more just me trying to really nail those last chapters. I am also constantly re-reading it in full (sometimes making minor tweaks to names in the narration ;) and also boring stuff like punctuation). I'll post a chapter and immediately get excited for the next one and go read from that point to the end...

There's also a "secret" epilogue that I wrote, really liked, and then cannibalized and entirely re-wrote like, yesterday. I wasn't initially sure I'd even post it but now I definitely will. So stay tuned for that ;)

[iolaussharpe-24]

Hypothetically speaking... if I could improve my Wednesday doll, or make another Jenna Ortega character (I'm thinking maybe Astrid Deetz or Tara Carpenter or something.) how could I do it?

Like with everything, I have thoughts.

One thing I've been thinking a lot about is the face sculpt. Yes, even after I went nuts looking for the one I eventually got and am currently using. I saw another sculpt that I really liked, and through that I found another one.

Here's the lineup:

My Froggy Stuff made a Wednesday with this Barbie, Fashionista 188. She cut, dyed, and styled the hair, colored the eyes, darkened the eyeshadow, and added freckles for the likeness and I'm pretty sure I've seen other people use this same doll to do custom Wednesdays.

I made mine with this Pink Passport Barbie. She's not perfect, you could argue that she's not even good, but I did what I could and I'm not posting a picture of her for discussion. Yall have heard my spiel.

However, I recently discovered the Claudette face mold and I really like it, but I don't see one with a skin tone that really matches what I'm going for. The closest I found was the black Holiday Barbie from 2016. The rest with this sculpt I found were either way too dark or way too pale.

I'm gonna start looking for this one (secondhand of course, cause that's how I get the majority of my dolls) but I won't know if she'll work or not until I see her in person. I got the BMR 1959 doll with this face recently, and that's when I noticed it kind of gave me the vibes I've been after even if my doll doesn't.

While looking at the Claudette sculpt, I discovered this one and... I love it. It's like a softer version of the other one, and I think that works really well. It's like the perfect middle ground between the two other sculpts on this post.

So much. But I don't know if she's the right pick either which kind of breaks my heart. This is Barbie Looks number 1 with the Lina face sculpt. The one that I think may be best out of all the ones with the sculpt that I've seen.

I love this sculpt a lot. She's so pretty and I've actually brought it up before because Barbie Looks 19 is one that I've been imagining as a Morticia for my dollhouse.

I think I'd like to use yarn to reroot one of these dolls if I could, because I think that would just be a nice texture and, if this hypothetical doll were going to just be an improved Wednesday, I think yarn fibers would result in really small braids. That's what I gathered from Hextian's Wednesday Addams video anyway.

(Roughly 12:27 if you want to skip straight to it.)

Another reason is that I think it would be easier to style. I've handled material like it before and it stood on end when I moved it before slowly falling flat much later. One of my biggest issues when trying to style doll hair, is that it slides out of whatever I'm trying to do with it before I can get anywhere near finished with it.

I've said before that I like Integrity Toys type bodies because I think that they have some more realistic details than most Barbie bodies while still being poseable (Barbie bodies with some of those details I'm talking about only have the five points.)

Most of those Integrity Toys type bodies are really tall though, and I'm trying to be accurate so... that wouldn't work. Best pick would be a petite Barbie body or maybe a Poppy Parker (but that's really not that small so the petite is preferable). Jenna is only about 5 '1 after all.

But, I want to point out that I love the hands that go with those bodies. They're so much more realistic than Barbie hands are. Even the basic ones. Another note to make is that I'd want to paint the nails. Probably black since so many of Jenna Ortega's movies and shows are really freaking dark. (Wednesday, You, X, Scream, The Babysitter: Killer Queen, etc.) Maybe red.

I'd want to do the lipstick too. Similar to the nails. Though, I will be the first to admit that she doesn't really wear a lot of bold lip colors. They usually look pretty natural.

So... what do you guys think?

[instantlystrangeimaginellama]

I know I can’t be the only one who feels weird about the whole Taylor Swift Version thing with some of her songs/albums? I’m no TS fan and get wanting to re-record or do something else with a previously released song, like it’s not that uncommon to find the word “remastered” on some tracks/albums/etc, but from what I've gathered, it's coming across very much like TS wasn't aware that she wouldn't own the rights to the mastering or the recording and that she would only own the rights to the lyrics if she wrote the songs and the vocals by going to a recording studio to put it simply? If you don't know much about releasing songs, I get that you're not necessarily going to understand the ins and outs of it, I definitely didn't a few years ago, and I'm aware she was kinda young when she started out so I get why at the time she wouldn't know, but she's been in the industry long enough to understand that she wasn't the one who recorded or mastered those things before the Taylor version?

Like I said, I'm no TS fan and this is coming from an outsiders perspective but it seems almost bratty. I get that there were apparently some things going on which is apparently why she did the Taylor Versions of albums, but at the same time there seems to be something else that I can't quite place my finger on. I saw a post on instagram about how TS sent Kelly Clarkson flowers and the vast majority of the comments was basically along the lines of women supporting women and women empowering women predominantly by what I can only assume are TS fans and it felt very weird. I don't mind some of her songs, it just doesn't sit right with me about the way her and her fans (at least the hard core fans) are going about the recording and remastering thing. There is absolutely nothing wrong with doing either of those things, but it's just the stuff surrounding it that doesn't sit right with me

[notwarriorswiki]

Sorty if you've already answered, but what were the pairings of all the 12 ? From what I've gathered, we have LionHoney, CinderHolly, JayKestrel, but what about the rest ? :)

I’m happy to answer, no worries!! There’s a lot of stuff so I’ll do repeat questions without an issue, I promise ^_^

Jayfeather x Kestrelflight

“Together” as in they love each other but live in their respective clans and don’t actually pursue their relationship to the fullest. They’ll be together in StarClan. They also never have kits.

Lionblaze x Honeyfern

Become mates and have kits post Great Battle. First litter were “legacy kits” Leafkit and Bramblekit after Brambleclaw and Leafpool who died in the battle. They become Leafstripe (Sorrelstripe) and Bramblesong (Fernsong). Their second litter is Spotfur, Flywhisker, and Snaptooth.

Hollystar x Cinderheart

Become mates before Great Battle, but Hollyleaf’s distraction with the prophecy and her brothers causes issues with their communication early on. They’re a healthy relationship who never have kits of their own, though Hollystar raises Flamekit after Sparkfire’s betrayal. So their adoptive son is Nightheart. He’s a pain in the ass.

Dawnstar x Crowfrost

He’s 5 moons her senior and her father’s apprentice, so she just doesn’t like him initially cause she sees him as a stick in the mud - which he kinda is. Opposites attract trope. They become mates towards the tail end of the Po12 arc, but Dawnpelt gets pregnant with their kits before The Great Battle much to her dismay. Due to the stressful period, she doesn’t nurse her kits, then becomes promoted to deputy post Great Battle during a very stressful time so even less time for family. He loves her dearly though and dies protecting her from their daughter Sleekwhisker. Their kits are like canon - Juniperclaw, Strikestone, and Sleekwhisker.

Flametail x Owlpaw

Technically not endgame but the only cat Flametail loved and thinks of. Owlpaw is killed accidentally by Lionpaw, something that Flamepaw tries to forgive but can never forget. He’s softer towards Owlpaw’s kin, like his niece Gullswoop.

Heathertail x Breezepelt

Childhood best friends to lovers trope. They get together formally before The Great Battle and have two litters later on. First litter is Brindlewing and Smokehaze. Second litter is Appleshine and Woodsong.

Minnowtail x Mousewhisker

The illegal cross clan relationship. They train in the Dark Forest together and are technically mates for the majority of Po12 itself. Mousewhisker leaves ThunderClan to live with her in RiverClan post Great Battle. They have a single daughter - Havenpelt.

Dovewing x Briarlight

Best friends turned lovers again. Bumblestripe has a big crush on Dovewing and tries to get Briarlight to set them up, but Briarlight secretly has feelings for her best friend. They get together post Great Battle and want to have kita, but are struggling to choose a donor as Bumblestripe makes Dovewing incredibly uncomfortable. After learning Tigerheart too wants a kit but without taking a mate, he acts as their donor in secret and they have two kits - Lightkit and Shadowkit. Dovewing and Briarlight raise Lightleap in ThunderClan while Tigerheart is a single father to Shadowsight in ShadowClan.

Sedgewhisker x Emberfoot

Another post Great Battle pairing. Power couple dynamic with Sedgewhisker being the mediator and Emberfoot being an ambitious and diligent warrior. They’re admittedly my weakest pairing that I need to do more with besides their surface relationship and why they happen. They are the parents of Fernstripe, Featherpelt, and Larkwing. Sedgewhisker named Featherpelt and Larkwing after her best friend in RiverClan, Larkfeather.

[blossom-hwa]

Hi! Happy (very-very late) anniversary!

I want to say that your writings are really amazing, and I appreciate your work a lot. Hopefully once I'm done with uni stuff I'll have time to catch up with your latest works.

If it's possible, I would like to request some university/college life with Hyunjin because he's my dreamed best friend

Have a nice day/evening/night! :)

hi, thanks so much for this request and your kind words! I hope you enjoy what I've written for this, and good luck with university!!

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!!

REQUESTS CLOSED!!

~

Title: Momentary, Everlasting

Pairing: Hyunjin x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 973

Warnings: cursing

~

During his first year in university, Hyunjin learns a total of four things. 

One: The campus has a lake. A whole fucking lake. 

Two: People are forbidden from swimming in the lake. 

Three: This does not stop people from swimming in the lake. 

Four: If, by the end of your uni years, you have not sat with your friends at the lakeside at least once and talked about everything and nothing for several hours straight, you are a grade A loser. Bonus points if it was nighttime when you met up. 

In his first year, Hyunjin goes to the lake a few times, but it’s always superficial - to sketch the water for one of his art classes, to chat for a few minutes with a classmate before they head off to their other classes. It isn’t until his second year that he finds his group, seven friends who drive him insane with how loud they always are but whom he finds he loves anyway, a group that meets up at the lake any day, any time, and talks for hours at night until the sun has begun to rise. 

His sleep schedule takes a drastic turn for the worse that year, but though he complains, Hyunjin privately thinks it’ll be worth it.

And as it turns out, it is worth it. Because one evening by the lake, as they all gather to watch the sunset, someone calls out Chan’s name and Chan calls out their name and suddenly he’s waving them over and introducing them to the group, but most importantly, he’s introducing them to - 

“Y/N, this is Hyunjin,” Chan says, grinning. “Hyunjin, this Y/N, remember the friend I told you about that I wanted you to meet?”

He does remember. Y/N, music major, violin focused, plays in a trio with Jongho on the cello and Huening Kai on the piano. Chan had thought you two had compatible personalities, that you could be good friends. Hyunjin might be shy but he does trust Chan’s judgement when it comes to people, so he takes your outstretched hand and smiles back at your bright smile and doesn’t cringe at Chan’s offer for you to sit with them for a while. 

Chan’s judgement is good. Too good. Because by the end of that first night, despite the fact that Hyunjin considers himself quite reserved when it comes to meeting strangers, he has your number and you have his and you’re still laughing together when it’s time to part. 

Meetings by the lake with the others turn to study sessions in the library with those who like to study in quiet - Seungmin, Chan, Minho. Study sessions like these turn into getting coffee before class, just the two of you. Getting coffee turns into getting lunch, getting lunch turns into getting dinner, getting dinner turns into going back to each other’s dorms and talking until the sun rises - 

And that turns into a proper date, where you kiss Hyunjin for the first time. 

It’s not perfect, of course. For all your compatibility, you still argue, you still fight, and there’s a dangerous point towards the end of third year where you decide you need a break from each other. You spend a month away with only brief contact - a good morning, a good night, a happy birthday when March rolls around accompanied by a small box of his favorite chocolate. And when you meet up to talk again when the month has concluded, you find yourselves together again, stronger than ever before. 

Hyunjin treasures every moment with you no matter how fleeting. He draws some of them in his sketchbook, paints a few that deserve special remembrance. Sometimes he gets anxious about it - he wants to preserve every special moment he has with you, which is impossible when every moment with you feel special, but in time, he learns - 

Moments may be ephemeral, but the fact that you are here with him is everlasting.

The day after graduation, the night before you all need to move out of the dorms for the final time, you knock on Hyunjin’s door. “Let’s go see the lake,” you suggest, and what can he do but follow?

A nearly full moon shines in the sky when you reach the lakeside, shimmering on the dark water with a playful glimmer as you sit down on the cool grass, hand in hand. You open your mouth as though to say something, but after a moment, you close it and place your head on Hyunjin’s shoulder. 

For a while you just sit there in silence, breathing, seeing, living. Your breaths echo softly in Hyunjin’s ear when he places his head on top of yours, a gentle contrast to the sounds of partying in the distance, and for a moment Hyunjin wishes he had his sketchbook to draw the scene - the moon’s reflection on the lake, an expanse of dark grass and trees, you with your head on his shoulder, eyes closed, breathing in tandem. 

But moments are ephemeral, and while some can be preserved, others don’t need to be. Hyunjin sinks into the silence, feeling the weight of your comfort spread like a blanket over his shoulders. This is a moment to be cherished, to be lived. It doesn’t need to be drawn, not now. 

“This is nice,” he murmurs, looping an arm around your waist.

“Mm.” You let him pull you closer, snuggling into his side. “Kinda wish we could stay like this forever.”

Forever. Hyunjin smiles a little. “Forever’s nice,” he agrees, leaning into your touch when you start rubbing soft circles into his waist. “But I think what we have now is pretty good, too.”

Because even if moments are only ephemeral, Hyunjin knows that the love you share with each other is everlasting. 

[from-ultra-space]

Nori’s First Mission

//This will be the second entry in Nori’s Stories, a collection of drabbles and short stories about the little blue dude or his little blue friends. This one is unrelated to the first but if you want to read it you can find it linked in my pinned post. Nori’s First Mission covers, well, Nori’s first mission out of the city. It happens many years before the current time and includes: blood, major injuries, mention of death (although no one dies), a little bit of found family, Nori imaging a sunrise, and is overall pretty long. I was hoping to show a bit more than what I have but that would take too long so just posting as it is. Hope you enjoy :)

-Mod Cucco //

     It was a little while after the team originally found Nori that he went on his first mission. He had been trained in common Ultra Beasts (specifically how to avoid them) and general procedures for how things worked. Still, just because you're trained in what to do if something goes wrong doesn't mean that's always what happens. It was supposed to be something simple, the mission that is. Nori was going to follow a few of the members in the Ultra Defense Force outside the city, collect some basic data to update their records, and maybe learn some stuff from more experienced people along the way. 

     The sky was always dark but Nori was noting it anyways, just like how he noted the sound the group made as they walked further from the light of the city. Osmund, the lady in charge of the expedition, marched confidently in front with something that could be considered a flashlight. As Nori was the only Recon Squad member there he also marched in the front, and even though it was just to gather the highest quality undisturbed data, it made Nori feel important.

     After a few minutes of quiet walking Osmund decided to be the first one to talk. "Your name is Nori, right? Sorry, I'm terrible with names."

"Yes, at least I think my name is Nori," he said back, "I'm not quite sure after all that's happened"

Osmund nodded, "I heard about that. I'm sorry Phyco couldn't find your family, not to mention losing your memories must have been a struggle. Still, I'm happy to have you working with us!" She smiled when she patted Nori on the back. "Just a tip but you don't need to be stiff to be professional. If you keep your posture relaxed while talking all fancy it helps your back and your confidence."

Nori hadn't even noticed he was tense until she said that. "Oh uh… thanks!"

"Hey It's my job. One of the reasons why Phyco sends all the new guys with me. That and the fact that I've walked this route so many times I'd notice if anything was off."

     They walked for a while longer after that. Nori noted (just as he was told) every rock and ancient building foundation. Each sample was one more weight added to his already sore legs until he eventually asked for a rest. Nori carefully went through his data and thanked his suit for being comfortable even if it was a little bulky. From the vantage point he was at there was still light emanating from Megalo Tower and for a moment Nori could imagine what a "Sunrise" might have looked like. Maybe there would be stars, tiny sparkles in the sky that would represent the people's dreams. Maybe there would be farms longer than buildings were tall. Maybe there would be "Trees", plants so big you could live in them. Just as Nori was about to write this down in his Personal Thoughts section of the notes he got interrupted by Osmund.

"We must have taken a wrong turn." She said, "I don't remember this place. Dalis, what's the distance to Megalo Tower?"

One of the members of the Defence Force, who must have been Dalis, looked down at an instrument with a confused look on his face. "That's strange, the number hasn't changed since I last checked it," He thought for a moment, "That must have been at least 20 turns ago. It's just… strange. I did a full diagnostic on it before we left, there should be no issue with it."

"Well nothing we can do about it now. Let's turn back before we get into any trouble… Nori, what's beeping?" Osmund asked.

Nori didn't notice anything though. It took him a bit to find what instrument was going off, his energy monitor. The small device was beeping like crazy, probably for so long that Nori had stopped noticing it. To put it simply, this was not good. "This is not good." Nori replied.

Dalis yelled, "Alright everyone get going. GO." Immediately everyone picked up the pace. Someone called the headquarters for a Lunala but it wouldn't arrive until well after the standard time simply because of how far out they went. Nori was so caught up in the group that for a little bit he didn't even notice that Osmund wasn't following them. 

"Osmund, come on!" Nori called out. She didn't move, just stared in the direction everyone was running.

"oh no. not good." Osmund murmured. "DON'T RUN THAT WAY" The entire group halted as Osmund finally ran to catch up with them. "TURN AROUND NOW!"

Nori was confused. Why wouldn't they head back? Why was it so bright all of a sudden? Nori's head hurt and he felt like he might fall over. Where had he felt this before? The world seemed to slow. Behind him the universe tore itself in two, and a monster entered the world. 

     Nori turned around In horror, his legs shaking as two hands emerged from the Wormhole, each larger than him. The hands forced the rift wider until the creature’s torso could fit through. Before Nori even had a chance to think, the Ultra Beast’s long needle of a mouth had focused its next target, him.

It was that moment that the Buzzwole came crashing down like a force of nature and everything went red. Somehow Nori wasn't dead. Somehow Nori was still conscious and as he lifted his hand to his head he felt something there aside from the blood. Don't panic, he thought, pleaded really, Osmund. Where is Osmund? 

     Nori crawled through the rubble spread by Buzzwole's entrance. He could see the destruction it had caused now,  people fell to its might, some fled but probably wouldn't get far. Finally, he saw Osmund. She was trapped beneath a rock that fell when she must have shoved Nori out of the way. He stumbled across the chaos until he fell next to her, both terrified and in pain. It was there that they waited for help. Osmund was nearly dead, barely breathing but still struggling to stay conscious even if it was only to warn Nori everytime the Beast returned to look for them. It felt like a long time before any help arrived.

     Sometime between rescue and being transported back to the city Nori must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he remembers is waking up to Phyco and Soliera looking down at him. He was told that the Buzzwole had been defeated and that everyone had survived, even if they did so with injuries. A large chunk of rock had to be removed from Nori’s head and it would leave a permanent scar just above his eye, but surprisingly he and Osmund sustained the most damage. Ms. Phoris (as Phyco had called her) would most likely not be able to go out on missions due to complications with her legs. Still, that certainly wouldn’t stop her from training others in the future. Nori would always be her favorite student though, enough that she even gave him her last name.

     While much has changed since this incident (mainly safety procedures) it’s content continues to affect those involved. Aside from the main physical injury Nori received, from this point forward he almost refused to get too close to any kind of Ultra Beast or pokemon. It also kickstarted Nori’s relationship with Osmund, one of the primary people who he considers his family, as he has none by blood. Like a few other of the accidents Nori continues to find himself in, it still bothers him a little, even if he won’t admit it.

[fnaf-imagines]

UPDATE/NEWS!!

Hello, this probably seems like a very random post out of the blue, huh? Unfortunately I have been thinking about making a post like this for quite a long time now and I think today is the day I'll actually go through with it and do it.

Unfortunately, I have lost a ton of motivation for this blog to keep it running. That's no surprise since I've mentioned it before and keep disappearing for weeks/months only to return quickly for a few days/hours. A lot of my motivation to write for the characters on this blog simply isn't as strong as it used to be, because if I'm being honest Fnaf and a majority of the fangames are in the back of my mind as I focus on other projects and irl things. My interest in it is still going but overall I focus more on my own stories/OC's/and AU's I have for it than anything else. I can't seem to find the actual motivation to write for this blog in particular.

All this to say that basically I think I'm going to discontinue this blog and leave it behind. It's helped a lot during a rough time in my life and I'll always love the things I wrote and the people I met and talked to along the way (even if some events that happened weren't too great at times)!

I'm thankful for all the readers and kind people I met who had fun ideas and really loved and enjoyed this blog!!! I'm happy that it made other people's days and they loved what I wrote!

I will leave the blog up, mostly as an archive so people can still continue to enjoy it and read through it if they ever want to again!

But I will not be writing anymore for this blog and will most likely leave tumblr overall to focus heavily on my personal OC projects and irl stuff I have going on currently.

Unfortunately this means that no more posts will be made on this blog. I will close the inbox for good and then leave it behind. I apologize to those who were probably waiting to see their asks be answered. I wish I could find the motivation to write them just to finish them off but there are around 50 of them and I simply don't have the energy to do so. I hope you all understand. <3

Thank you all for sticking to this blog for as long as you have! I genuinely appreciate all the support it's gathered and it was fun talking to you all while I was around. I hope you guys all continue to love this franchise, the games, and even the movie coming out too! May you all have a wonderful day/night! ^v^)/ <3