#( that and the way i can play around here like it's my personal playground just cannot be fully replicated on discord :') )

[rainrot4me]

haiii!!! feel free to ignore this but could you walk us through your writing process, or just give some writing tips in general? your characterizations and style just hit SO hard :3

Thank you!!! I swear my style/theme changes like the weather, but I will try my best to explain my process! (used small font so it doesn’t take up so much space, lol)

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Firstly, and it may sound lame, but I stare at Pinterest for hours on end (lmao). I get the most of my inspiration from visual things like aesthetic collage boards, tiktoks, quotes, and color palettes, so Pinterest is a good way for me to get an idea of the vibe I want for something I want to write. I save aesthetic images for each of the Creepypasta’s, so whoever I want to write for, I just russian-roulette and scroll until I find an image that makes me go “omg, that would be such a good vibe for a story,” and go from there.

Secondly, word vomit. All the main points (things like specific dialogue, environment descriptors, or important plot-points), I go ahead and write out before I’ve even decided what the end of the story will be. I get all of my main themes jotted down, and then write the rest of the story around them. (For example, in ‘My Muse’ (the Ticci Toby Halloween story), I wrote out the house-party scene before I even wrote the actual first paragraph in the story because I knew that’s what I wanted the turning point of the story to be).

Lastly, editing *pukes*. Once I’ve gotten down the general just of everything and lined up the story, here comes the exhausting process of reconstructing and reshaping it into something legible for others. All of the tiny little details that you all enjoy so much in my writing usually doesn’t show up until this part, this is where all the transitional and most visually rich content comes from. Even though I may hate this part and it may take the longest, there’s no doubt it’s the most important.

Finally, here’s some tips!

Jesus Christ, just have fun!!!!!! Fanfiction is a community activity, so treat it like it was intended to be enjoyed! If you’re writing something hoping and praying it gets 100k hits and 10k reblogs, then you’re going in for the absolute wrong reasons. Fanfiction is like the weird games you used to play on the playground at school by yourself. You’re alone, until someone comes up and asks if they can join. From there, more and more kids join in your game, and you’ve got yourself a great community of like-minded people all enjoying one thing. Don’t treat it like a job, or an investment, but as the fun, community-rich, positive-focused thing it was meant to be!

Learn what your strengths and weaknesses are. For me personally, I have a terrible time with trying to write dialogue that doesn’t make me cringe, so I find myself rewriting paragraphs over and over again. However, I find I am good at environmental storytelling! So, to combat one thing with another, I make my ability to write out a detailed scene my key element. As many of you have told me, my scenery is what you know me for/enjoy the most, so I am always aiming to improve that. But, I am also taking time to work through my dialogue issues as well! It’s all about balance.

For big projects, make a Pinterest board. Seriously. Visualization is key to keeping things constant from start to finish. (This can be the same for music playlists and tiktok favorites).

Read other fanfiction. You find yourself really liking a creator? Well, what do you like about them? Find whatever draws you to their writing and try to incorporate those themes into your own works (not plagiarizing, obviously). Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so pick apart all the good aspects of someone’s writing abilities and work on them yourself!

Lastly, be kind to yourself. This should be fun. Why would you want to spend your time stressing yourself out about writing for a special interest that makes you happy? You’ll just end up making yourself hate that thing. Have fun!! Make friends who enjoy the same things as you! Dish compliments like you’ve got unlimited to spare, because guess what, you do!! Kindness and community are never meaningless, so don’t be afraid to show some compassion!!!

Love you all, happy reading and happy writing!!

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[itsmerelliwellie]

Something More Real | N. Seba x Reader

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For this pretty over here

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5.) “You treat pain like it’s supposed to be normal. That’s scary.”

Prompts

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Warning(s): Nothing much

Important Warning: NOT REALLY BETA READ

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It was always like this.

Chaotic, bruised, wild. You were a human whirlwind that spun through the building like it was your personal playground. You had a habit of showing up with new bandages every week, a gauze patch here, a fresh set of stitches there, always offering the same half-shrug explanation.

“Some guy said the wrong thing.”

Or

“I slipped.”

Or his personal favorite, “Don’t worry, I gave worse than I got.”

Seba wasn’t sure when it started bothering him. Maybe it was the fifth time he saw you flinch while reaching for a water bottle, or the way your smile sometimes faltered when you thought no one was looking. Maybe it was just because he had a terrible habit of noticing things he shouldn’t. Like the way you sat on his couch and tugged at your sleeves when the gauze on your forearms got itchy. Or the way your voice went a little too still when you said you were “fine.”

You weren’t fine.

And he was bad at saying it out loud.

Right now, you were curled up in the corner of the lounge like it was your second home. One leg tucked under the other, hoodie slung lazily off one shoulder. There was a butterfly bandage on your cheek and three fresh scrapes along your collarbone, visible where your shirt had slid askew. You looked like a painting someone had scuffed up and stuck in a hallway. Beautiful, yes, but visibly worn.

“I think I bruised my spine this time,” you said cheerfully, sipping from a juice box.

“You say that like it’s a point of pride,” Seba muttered from his desk.

You grinned at him over the rim of the straw. “It is. Guy was twice my size. You should’ve seen his face when I took him down.”

He stared. “You know there are other ways to spend a Tuesday.”

“And miss out on my daily cardio?” you laughed.

He hated how his heart fluttered every time you smiled. It made it harder to scowl at you properly. Harder to tell you you were scaring the hell out of him every time you came back with a new injury and acted like it was as casual as forgetting your keys.

Seba sighed, pushed his glasses up, and grabbed his ever-present first aid kit. “Come here.”

You blinked. “Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

He pointed at the couch, and you dragged yourself over with a dramatic groan, as if he was asking you to lift a mountain instead of sit down.

You sat down as he knelt in front of you, opening the kit with practiced hands.

There was a comfort in the routine. Alcohol swab. Fresh gauze. Antiseptic cream. Bandages. He knew the process by heart, not just because he was detail-oriented, but because he’d had to patch you up so often, he might as well have been your personal medic.

You didn’t flinch. You never did.

That’s what made it worse.

You sat there, calm and smiling, as he cleaned a scrape on your thigh, then adjusted the wrap around your ribs. Your shirt had ridden up just a little, and Seba’s hand hovered for a second too long.

He cleared his throat, flustered, and reached for more tape.

“You’re lucky you haven’t cracked a rib,” he muttered.

“I’ve cracked ribs before,” you replied lightly. “This doesn’t feel like that.”

“That’s not comforting.”

You tilted your head. “You’re worried about me.”

“I wouldn’t have a medical supply bill that can put about three hospitals to shame if I wasn’t.”

You smiled again, but this one was different. Smaller. More honest. “It feels weird to be uninjured.”

Seba froze.

You didn’t look at him as you said it. Your eyes had drifted to the floor, fingers playing with the fraying edge of your hoodie sleeve.

“Sometimes I wake up and feel… off. Like I forgot something. And then I realized it was because I wasn’t hurting. No bruise. No split lip. And it feels wrong.”

His chest ached.

Because you said it so casually. Like it was normal. Like pain was a routine you missed when it wasn’t there. You weren’t just used to hurting. You had embraced it.

He set the gauze down. Quietly. Carefully.

“You treat pain like it’s supposed to be normal,” he said. “That’s scary.”

Your eyes lifted to his, startled. You probably didn’t expect that honesty, bare and unguarded, from him.

And Seba, always composed, always sharp with a comeback or a flat retort, looked at you like you were made of glass. Like he’d been watching you bleed and finally realized he couldn’t stand the sight anymore.

“You… think I’m scary?” you asked, voice small.

“No.” He sat back on his heels. “I think you scare yourself. But you’re too used to it to admit it.”

You didn’t say anything.

The air between you hung thick. Your eyes met his, and Seba swore something unspoken passed between you. An understanding. A crack in the armor you always wore. And maybe a crack in his, too.

“I don’t know how to stop,” you admitted, and it felt like a confession. “The chaos. The fights. If everything’s quiet, I start thinking too much.”

“Then let me be that quiet,” Seba said before he could stop himself.

Your breath hitched.

His face flushed immediately, but he didn’t take it back. Not this time. He’d spent too long hiding how he felt. Watching you from behind the veil of indifference, pretending you were just someone he looked after because you were reckless, not because his heart twisted every time you winced.

“I care about you,” he said, serious in a way you didn’t often hear. “And I’m tired of watching you act like you deserve to be hurt.”

You stared at him. Stared.

Then you reached forward, slow, like you were afraid you’d spook him. Your hand found his.

It was warm.

Soft.

Scarred.

“Then shut up and kiss me, genius.”

Seba blinked. “I—what?”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile trembled a little.

“Before I start thinking too much.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

His hands cupped your face, gentle but certain, and then he leaned in. The kiss was soft at first. Tentative, as if the two of you weren’t sure it was real. Then deeper. Warmer. Full of everything that had gone unsaid for months.

You melted into him like you were made to.

When he pulled away, your nose bumped his, and your laugh was breathless.

“Okay,” you whispered. “I might like this better than fighting.”

Seba grinned.

“Good,” he said. “Because I have a lot of gauze, but I’m out of patience.”

BONUS:

The strange part wasn’t that you kissed him.

It was how easy everything felt after.

Not in the way of fairy tales or romance movie endings. There were no fireworks, no dramatic fade to black.

Just comfort. Familiarity, without the bruises. Seba hadn’t realized until that night that he’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop. That you’d bolt, or brush it off, or say it was a joke. That you'd kiss him once and pretend it never happened.

But you didn’t.

You stayed.

And now, somehow, you were lying on his couch the next morning, draped across three of his throw pillows like you lived there, a blanket covering you. There was a half-empty bag of chips on the table beside you, and his hoodie on your shoulders and Seba had no idea how he was supposed to be normal about that.

He wasn’t built for this.

This soft, quiet thing.

The way you kept glancing at him from under the blanket, making sure he was still there. The way your lips still looked a little swollen from kissing. The way your fingers had laced through his in the middle of the night and hadn’t let go.

God, he was in trouble.

You cracked one eye open. “Staring again.”

Seba flushed, turning back to his laptop. “I wasn’t.”

“Were too.”

“You’re very confident for someone who drooled in their sleep.”

You gasped. “I did not—”

“You absolutely did.”

You launched a throw pillow at him. He caught it one-handed, deadpan. You blinked like you were more impressed than offended.

“Okay, that was kind of hot.”

“Please never say that again while I’m debugging a murder drone.”

You grinned.

Then you went quiet for a moment. Not the awkward kind.

Seba glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. You’d shifted slightly, lying on your side now, head resting on your arm. The light caught the edges of your bandages. It still healing, but not as bad as yesterday. You looked peaceful.

And maybe a little unsure.

“Is this…” You started slowly, eyes searching his, “Weird for you?”

He tilted his head. “Weirder than watching you singlehandedly take out a guy twice your size behind the cafeteria dumpsters?”

You gave him a look.

He sighed. Then, quieter, more sincere, “No. It’s not weird.”

He closed his laptop and stood, stretching. Walked over to the couch and crouched beside you, his fingers ghosting over your cheek as he brushed a stray hair back. You leaned into the touch instinctively, and something in his chest softened.

“I’m still learning how to do this,” Seba admitted. “The… dating part. The being vulnerable part. The feelings part.”

You gave a sleepy smile. “You’re doing fine so far.”

He leaned in. Kissed your forehead.

Then your nose.

Then, finally, your lips.

It was a slow kiss this time. One of those lazy, sunlit kisses that didn’t need urgency or heat. Just you and him and the unspoken promise of something real.

When he pulled back, you were smiling. Warm and wide and whole.

“You know,” you said softly, “I didn’t think I could feel this okay without being hurt.”

Seba tucked the blanket up around your shoulders. “You’re allowed to feel okay.”

You blinked at him.

And goddammit, his heart did that flip thing again.

“I’ll remind you every day,” he added, brushing a kiss to your temple.

You grabbed his hand, pulled him down beside you, and curled up against him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And for once, it didn’t feel weird.

He was glad that for once, pain wasn’t the thing that made you feel real.

This—your smile, your fingers tangled in his shirt, the sound of your breathing in the quiet morning air—this was what real could be.

And Seba, against all odds, let himself believe it.

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A/N: This one is for mah hoomans who feel like pain is the only thing that makes them real *aggressively sends y'all flying kisses*

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[spirit-lanterns]

IT'S THE ALCOHOL TALKING

synopsis: various hsr women when they're drunk.

featuring: serval, stelle, tingyun, fu xuan, asta, bronya

rating: sfw (anyone can interact)

warnings: fem reader, fluff, crack, mentions of alcohol and getting drunk (everyone is of drinking age). very ooc personalities for the girls as they are drunk. pet names, slight pet play (asta), feral tingyun, established relationships.

art credits: bloom into you

SERVAL

“And this so— (hic) is dedicated to my wonderful, beautiful, adorable, most bestest and kindest girlfriend ever—”

When Serval gets drunk, she sings. But the way she sings is less in a badass way and more in a “she took too many shots” kinda way, because your girlfriend was currently doing drunk karaoke at the bar with everyone cheering and shouting. Her body going through a whole workout plan as she was putting her heart and soul into this performance.

You knew you should stop her before she got hurt, but how could you when she was just so cute and screaming her love for you. “Yeahhhhh everyone scream for my girlfriend! She’s the best!” Serval would yell, accidentally causing the mic to screech but not caring because even in her less sober state, she still loved you unconditionally.

“Oh Aeons…” you laughed into your hand and blushed when the rockstar winked in your direction. Yelling the lyrics of some dumb love song while swaying back and forth with the mic. “You’re doing great, sweetie!” 

Serval smiled broadly at your shout and raised her arms in the air, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. 

“Wooooo!”

Oh. Oh no…

And then Serval body slammed onto a table. A loud crash echoed throughout the bar as everyone stopped shouting while you ran over to check if she was okay. 

“Serval? Serval!” 

Your girlfriend swayed for a bit as she slowly looked up at you in a daze. Her body was still getting used to the crash and the alcohol, but even then, she looked up at you and gave you a lopsided grin.

“Oh…you’re pretty. But I have a girlfriend.” she murmured, giggling to herself while gently pushing your hand away.

“I am your girlfriend, silly.” You chuckle, gently lifting her up and brushing her hair back to make sure she wasn’t bruised. “Are you okay, baby?” 

Drunk Serval paused, an even deeper blush growing on her face as she didn’t respond. 

“…Oh.”

She seemed in awe at how she actually had a girlfriend, and you giggled before lifting her up to her feet. “Come on silly, let’s get you home. You drank too much.”

When you kissed her cheek, Serval blushed even more and looked at you with wide eyes. Seemingly falling in love with you all over again…

STELLE

“Baby…”

Stelle would cling to you needily and look up at you with big puppy dog-like eyes. Whimpering as she begged you to let her do the one thing she loved doing the most.

Dumpster diving.

“No Stelle, you just took a shower.” You hummed, tapping your girlfriend’s cheek and taking another sip of alcohol. “Besides, I let you dumpster dive earlier today. You emptied out three whole trash cans before we came out here.”

Stelle whined and looked over at the dumpster outside the bar. After having way too many sips of alcohol with you, Stelle began feeling the side effects as every dumpster and trash can she saw looked like a playground. That, and she started getting more and more clingy with you, wrapping her arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck by the bar. 

“Please…” she mumbled, practically smothering her body against you like a giant teddy bear. “I want…nnh…wanna jump in…”

Her speech was getting a little slurred and you sighed as you realized your precious Stelle was getting drunk, meaning you’d have to leave sooner or later anyways. 

“…One. Dumpster.” You say with a sigh. 

Stelle’s eyes lit up and she immediately started kissing your cheek. Usually Stelle would be too shy to do PDA with you in crowded areas, but she was just too drunk and too happy to care. “Thank you!” She mumbled against your cheek, giving it an affectionate little nibble before running off to dive headfirst into the trash.

You chuckled at the sight and made sure to keep watch so she wouldn’t hurt herself. Your girlfriend having a blast as she stumbles around in the dumpster pulling out various items she found interesting. 

After a few minutes of dumpster diving, your girlfriend tumbled out of the bin with trash sticking to her hair. “Oof!” Despite that however, she excitedly ran up to you and hugged you. “Baby look, look. I found a new blender…!”

You tried to keep your laughter in as she held up a blender that was not only broken, but was missing its blades. You didn’t have the heart to tell her it was useless, so you just patted her head and praised her. “Good job, baby. You did so well.”

She smiled and closed her eyes, nuzzling you as the effects of alcohol started taking over again and making her clingy. “Can we go home now? I want to add this to my collection…”

Before you could even respond, Stelle ends up slumping against your arms and sleepily kissing your neck. Heat building up in your face as Stelle was never this affectionate with you in public…

“Pfft, okay.” You chuckle, patting your girlfriend on the head, “Let's go home.” 

TINGYUN

“Off! Back off!”

Tingyun hissed at yet another stray cat while her tail was raised high in the air. The most unholiest of feral fox sounds emitting from your girlfriend as she screamed at any animal that even so much as dared look at you. 

“Tingyun dear, I think that’s enough soju for now…” you gently pulled the glass away from her and watched as she glared holes into the poor dog passing by on the street. Her teeth poked out from between her lips like she was getting ready to attack, nails gripping the hardwood table before you calmed her down with a hug. 

“Tingyun, I’m right here.” you hummed into her ear, planting a comforting kiss on her cheek. “I’m not in any danger.” 

“Yes, because I am protecting you…!” Tingyun slurred, her tail swaying back and forth before standing upright at the sight of a bird. “Away! Shoo! Shoo!” 

Tingyun was definitely one of the most unique types of drunks you’d ever have the pleasure of seeing, as she would get awfully protective of you whenever there were animals present. It was like the foxian side of her had taken over once alcohol entered her system, and while it was entertaining, you did worry for Tingyun’s reputation…

“Pfft, alright dear. Thank you for protecting me from the scary bird,” you cupped her face and pulled her towards you, giggling at the sight of her scrunched up and pouty face. “You’re so brave. I am just simply awestruck at what an amazing girlfriend you are.”

You kiss the top of her nose and Tingyun’s face starts going pink, her tail slowly wagging in praise as she stares lovingly at your eyes. 

“I love you…” she purrs out, her drunk-dazed eyes going half lidded like a cat. 

“I love you too.” You giggle, cupping her face as you lean in to kiss her fully this time. Closing your eyes and ready to claim her lips when—

HISSSSS

Not again! 

You grabbed Tingyun’s face before she could get up and pulled her down towards you. “Oh no you don’t, we are going home.” You quickly kiss her on the lips and distract her long enough to drag her away from the bar. Your foxian girlfriend whining and trying her best to squirm out of your grasp but to no avail.

“Let me go! Baby, let me go!” 

She nibbled on your arm as you dragged her away and you sighed, patting her fluffy ears while taking her drunk ass all the way home. 

FU XUAN

“Yeah that’s right, she’s (hic) mine…”

Fu Xuan was currently sitting on your lap and glaring at everyone like a feisty kitty who wouldn’t let go of a toy. She had her brows furrowed and tensed in an angry way while she gripped your shoulders to show ownership, her body swaying in a way that indicated to you that your girlfriend was getting drunk.

“Oh, Fu Xuan…” you chuckled, feeling her forehead to see if she was getting sweaty. “Are you getting tipsy?”

“Of course not. I’m (hic) perfectly sober, my love.”

You raised a brow and tried to hide the smirk growing on your face. My love? Since when did Fu Xuan get so affectionate? It was almost like she was lying straight to your face…

“Are you?” You teased, holding her tightly by the waist. “You’re hiccuping, little bunny…”

“I just need more water!” She quickly spat out, before taking another shot of soju which she thought was water. “Nngh! Why is water so bitter?”

“That’s soju, love.” You chuckled, pulling the shot glass away from her hand. “I think you’ve had enough to drink, why don’t we go home?” You pat Fu Xuan’s head and giggle when she starts to pout. “I don’t want to move…” she mumbles, plopping her head into your boobs. “Darling feels good…”

Your heart speeds up when she says this and you can’t help but hold in a squeal. How cute, perhaps drunk Fu Xuan can stay for a little while longer—

No, you shouldn’t. As her girlfriend, the right thing to do is to take her home and take care of her. You sigh and gently hoist her up in your arms, Fu Xuan panicking for a moment as she wraps her legs around your waist. 

“Wha— darling the floor is falling—”

“I’m just standing up.”

She immediately clings to your neck and holds on to you tightly, slowly closing her eyes as she feels herself getting nauseous. “Don’t drop me. You hear?”

“Yes darling, I hear.” You chuckle, keeping your arms firmly under her thighs while you begin carrying her out of the bar. “Try not to look up too much, we don’t want you getting dizzy and throwing up on my back.”

Fu Xuan gives you a hissy glare and just blushes before hugging you close. “I won’t throw up…I never throw up…” 

She begins grumbling to herself and you smile at the sight. Patting the back of her head while the two of you head home together. 

ASTA

“Awe Peppy you’re so cute! Who’s a good boy? Oh who’s my good boy?” 

Asta cooed and drunkenly squished your cheeks together while calling you Peppy and patting your head. You, her girlfriend. Her loving and doting girlfriend who was very much human and very much not a dog. 

“Asta—” you chuckled, “I’m not Peppy.”

“My Peppy is so big and strong…!” Asta grinned, rubbing your cheeks together while peppering your face in sweet, gentle kisses. “The sweetest and cutest canine ever oh yes you are…”

You rolled your eyes at how silly your girlfriend was being and just went along with it. Deciding to tease her a bit by playing along with her little charade.

“Woof.”

Asta squealed and kissed your face even more, taking another swig of her alcoholic beverage while scratching underneath your chin. “Ohhh if only your other mommy could see you now…” Asta sighed, unaware that her girlfriend was literally right there. “Hm, perhaps I should send her a video.”

Asta whipped out her phone and began recording you while still believing you were Peppy. “Okay Peppy! Let’s send mommy a little video to show her how cute you are being. Come on, say hi to mommy!”

“…Woof.”

You couldn’t help but smile when Asta got so excited, patting your head in praise while going “good boy…!” Into the camera. Oh how embarrassed she will be once she finds the video in her camera roll the next morning, you couldn’t wait.

After a few more minutes of playing the little dog shenanigans with your girlfriend, you finally decided that it was getting late and Asta definitely needed to head back to bed. 

“Sigh, okay Asta. I think it’s time we head back home, hm?” You chuckle, finally breaking out of your Peppy act charade. “You’ve had quite a few drinks already…”

Asta tilted her head when she saw you getting up to leave, and her mind instantly went to Peppy once more.

“Oh? Does Peppy want to go home now?” Asta hums, smiling and taking your hand. “Don’t forget your leash!” 

Wait, what?

And then out of nowhere she whips out a leash and clips the collar to your neck, surprising you as you had no idea that Asta carried around a leash at all times. 

“Come on boy! Let’s go home to mommy!”

She gave the leash a little tug and you sighed with no choice but to follow her. Asta skipping happily beside you with you chuckling beside her in return. 

BRONYA

“…”

You were getting worried for your girlfriend as she had been staring at the wall in silence for the past six or so minutes. No pressure, Bronya was usually quiet when invited to bars like this one, but she never was this quiet and it was starting to worry you a little.

“…Bronya?”

You poke her cheek.

“Bronya?”

She blinks and slowly turns to you, eyes wide like a cat who got into some catnip as she seemed to be lost in another world. 

“There is a train that can travel through universes.”

Ah, so it’s one of those nights. The kind of nights where Bronya would get lost in the dark abyss of her mind and say the most random, deep things that would have her questioning her sanity by the time you pull her out of the bar. 

“Mhm, the Astral Express is capable of doing that.” You chuckle, trying to downplay how deep her thoughts really were. “Uhm…baby?”

Bronya was still staring in silence as she was now looking at the ice cubes melting in her drink. She usually got like this whenever she was sleep deprived or blanking out, but today it was especially prominent as Bronya took one too many sips of her beverage whilst sitting at the bar with you.

“Darling, do you think other universes could come to Belobog and fix our Fragmentum problem?” Bronya said while spacing out, the gears in her mind rolling as she slowly took another sip of her drink. “Aeons, we should’ve told the Astral Express crew to bring back some people. Perhaps the people at the Herta Space Station could help us. Or— I believe they are people…”

Bronya paused again and her eyes got wide.

“Darling…do aliens exist? Are the people at the Herta Space Station actually people?”

She gasped and suddenly turned to face you.

“The Astral Express crew. Do they count as aliens too?!”

You quickly shut her up with a kiss before she could get too deep in her alien vs human conspiracies. Your girlfriend squeaking and blushing before finally calming down in your hold. 

“Bronya, sweetie. It’s very late, and as cute as you are rambling about aliens and conspiracy theories, I think it’s time we head back home.” You slowly pulled the drink away from her and helped her stand up from her seat. “Come on, you can borrow my coat. It’s cold out.”

Bronya flushed when you wrapped your coat around her while the two of you began walking back home. The Supreme Guardian leaning against your shoulder affectionately as a comfortable silence falls between you. 

“…Do penguins have knees?”

“Oh Aeons.”

[cosmicalily]

ʚɞ "written by the aces" - a 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 mini series by @cosmicalily ★ view series 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ʚɞ

୨ৎ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝟖: 'younger' with childhood sweetheart!yang jeongin ♡ 1.5kw | “you're not gonna know everything when you're 14." - '𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓' by the aces

ʚɞ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: there's just something about childhood sweetheart to best friends to lovers yang jeongin that gets me freaky (in a wholesome way trust). also this is like an entire love story seperated into chunks of the important bits bc otherwise it would be a full series (which i'm actually considering writing based on this fic would you guys fw that?) ʚɞ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: implied sex (no actual smut, you nasties)

Yang Jeongin was the boy at kindergarten who played with the kids in the year below. He liked looking after people, especially people who couldn’t manage to do certain things on their own. He’d teach them everything he knew and play their games with them, hold their hands as they walked around the playground and smile and wave to them when they were in their separate classrooms.

Yang Jeongin became the boy who was friends with the older kids in school, namely the group of boys in third grade, consisting of Jisung, Seungmin, Felix and Hyunjin. He preferred sitting with them at lunch to sitting with people in his own grade, and frequently sat by himself in his year level. He didn’t mind not having any best friends in his own second grade class; people still talked to him, and he had friends, but none he could talk to deeply in class, or offer snacks to.

When you moved into town during the summer, you were unsure of how you’d make friends. Your parents encouraged you to go outside and meet the other kids in the neighbourhood, but you much preferred to sit inside and colour in while the kids kicked soccer balls along the quiet streets.

One day, there was a knock at the door. Your parents were out, and had told you to go next door if you needed anything. You reluctantly opened the door, to find a boy with dimpled cheeks and fox-like eyes staring at you. You’d seen him before, playing soccer, wrestling, running around with a group of older looking boys. However, you hadn’t seen him or the group of boys recently.

“I saw them bringing a trampoline into your backyard when you moved. Can I play on it with you?”

You nodded without realising, feeling a strange amount of warmth towards him.

He smiled widely, his eyes forming into crescents. “I’ve always wanted a trampoline. Are they fun?”

“I guess so. It’s probably more fun when you have someone else to play with,” you replied, opening the back door for him.

“Don’t you have siblings or friends to play with?” he asked.

“No. I don’t have any siblings, and I don’t want any since they seem annoying, but I want a pet dog. And I don’t really have any friends here. My best friend lives where I used to live,” you explained as you climbed up the ladder to the trampoline.

He nodded thoughtfully. “Siblings are annoying. I have a dog, and he’s very cute but a bit slobbery. And friends can also be annoying. Han Jisung stole my ball once and he still won’t give it back.”

“Who’s Han Jisung?”

“The boy with puffy cheeks. He looks like a squirrel, but he doesn’t like it when we call him that.”

He experimentally let himself fall onto the trampoline, squealing when he was propelled back up. “This is so much fun!”

You smiled. “I don’t like jumping on it by myself, but it's more fun with another person.”

“We should be trampoline buddies,” he announced, sticking a finger up. “I can knock at your door and say a special word, maybe I’ll say bounce, and then we can go on the trampoline together.”

“We should also be dog buddies,” you added. “I can knock at your door and say puppy, and then I can come in and we can play with your dog.”

“Yes!” he beamed, grabbing hold of your hand suddenly. “And we should do this forever, even if I don’t have a dog and you don’t have a trampoline when we’re older.”

“Are you trying to ask to be friends?” you giggled.

“Not just friends. I think we should be special friends. Best friends,” he explained.

“Well, best friends know each other's names. I’m Puppy Queen Y/N,” you introduced yourself, doing a little twirl.

“I’m Trampoline Best Boy Jeongin,” he decided, doing a big jump as if to prove a point and landing in an uncoordinated pile. You snorted with laughter and then squealed as he pulled you down by your leg beside him.

“Are you going to school here, too?” he asked, suddenly very seriously.

“I’m in second grade,” you replied.

He smiled, wider than you’d seen before.

“We should go somewhere,” Jeongin said suddenly as you rode your bikes home from Jisung’s house.

“It’s too hot,” you whined, tugging at the back of your shirt, which was stuck to your back with sweat. Even though the end of summer was nearing, the days were still long and the weather didn’t seem to be changing anytime soon.

“That’s my point. What if we went to the beach?” 

You side eyed him. “The beach is an hour’s drive. We can’t get our parents to take us, they’ll be working till late.”

Jeongin wouldn’t give up easily; he never did. “You’re so boring and logical. You never want to do anything fun,” he whined playfully, knowing it would frustrate you.

“I’m not boring, Yang Jeongin, you’re just a dreamer,” you retaliated, tossing a braid over your shoulder. You suddenly thought of something, your eyes sparkling. “We should sneak into the school’s pool.”

“Isn’t it closed, since we’re on summer break?”

“Now who’s being boring? We can climb through the gates easily enough, and I’m sure there will be a window or something we can climb through. We’ll hide our bikes and backpacks in this bush here and sneak inside. It’ll be fun, and the water’s going to be so nice,” you sighed wistfully.

Jeongin pressed on the brakes and shifted his bicycle, shoving it behind the shrub you’d pointed out. “Let’s go then.”

“Really?” you unbuckled your helmet and pushed your bike beside his.

“Yeah,” he smiled, grabbing hold of your hand and leading you towards the school grounds.

You laid on your bed, bodies half-covered by rumpled sheets and pillows strewn across the mattress. 

The window was open, and a warm breeze blew through the curtains. Your bedroom was hot, despite the fan being on full blast, and you felt as if you were going to melt into a puddle.

Jeongin laid beside you, your leg on top of his. His bare torso was warm against your shoulder and had a glowy sheen to it, and you suddenly felt very aware of your body in its pale blue underwear and loose white t-shirt. You definitely hadn’t been this aware of yourself five minutes ago. You didn’t know how or why you’d let yourself go, not like this, not this fast.

Jeongin rolled over to look at you. He opened his mouth to say something.

“Don’t say it,” you whispered, staring at him. “It’ll make it all more real.”

Jeongin took a deep breath and nodded.

You stayed where you were, bodies entangled, the heat of a summer afternoon and the glow of the midday sun filling the room.

Yang Jeongin glanced out the window, noticing you waiting by his car. He sprinted downstairs and grabbed his keys, running to his car and flinging open the door, letting you in before jumping in himself.

You were both nineteen now. Your parents were going to move houses again, to be closer to the university they wanted you to attend.

You were leaving tomorrow.

Well, you weren’t anymore.

A room booked in a motel four hours away, money saved up for the past year, and a duffle bag with only your favourite belongings was all you’d prepared. You didn’t know what would happen next. All you knew was that you trusted Jeongin with your life, which was exactly what you were doing.

You drove along an empty road, his hand in yours, listening to a playlist you’d made together on your phone.

“Pull over,” you said suddenly, breathing deeply as you looked out the front windscreen.

Jeongin turned his head to you. “What? We’ve only been driving for twenty minutes. What if they catc-”

“I said, pull the fucking car over, Yang Jeongin,” you repeated, louder, looking him straight in the eyes now.

He did as he was told and pulled the car. He turned to face you. “What is it?”

You unbuckled your seatbelt and hauled yourself across the console, settling yourself on his lap, forehead against his.

“I want you to say what I didn’t let you say two years ago. What I was too scared to hear you say,” you whispered.

Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he took a deep breath, then cupped your face and crashed your lips against his. You let yourself let go, reciprocating and pulling yourself closer to him. He suddenly pulled away, eyes sparkling.

“I love you, Puppy Queen Y/N.”

“I love you so fucking much, Trampoline Best Boy.”

[weepingicegiant]

HUGE TPOT 12 SPOILERS!

BUCKLE UP CHAT. CAUSE THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG THEORY!!!!!

Where do i begin?

So heres the thing, I watched TPOT 12 then took a shower right after. While taking said shower i took a moment to think about everything that went down. And thought of the wildest theory ever..

• XFHOV

LETS START FROM THE BEGINNING,

One and Three, right?

These two fellas have FINALLY appeared after 15 years! Why is that?

Here is the scene when X found out their value: 7!

Four, Seven, and X are celebrating and generally very happy. Who isnt happy?

Three and one.

Theyre clearly angered by this whole situation, but why? Who are they angry at?

Theres three possible options:

1. Seven. But that wouldnt make sense, huh? Basically every algebralien has SOME sort of grudge held against him, so its nothing new. Scratch that!

2. Four. Its possible, four has done alot of things. But thats not who im personally going to focus on. Well, partially at least.

That leaves one more person!

3. X. But why them?

"Theyre just a little silly dude, they did nothing wrong!" And youre right. Thats exactly why theyre a target.

• THREE AND ONE'S CAPYIVITY

Youre probably wondering, why am i focusing on X, and not four? Four is more of a suspect, after all.

Think about it this way,

Three is trapped in a prison inside of Four's school, so four put him there! (They are the only one with control over that place anyway.)

One is trapped inside of the moon. There isnt really any solid proof to prove my theory with this one, but she came out during TPOT. She clearly had the ability to escape and didnt seem tired out and/or surprised that she finally left her prison. One actually seems happy and collected, even going as far as "greeting everyone" once she's out. She chose to come out at this time, just like how she chose to mess with Two's show.

One also confirmed that shes an "old friend of Two's." If One is suddenly against Two after all the years of them knowing each other, Two clearly did something to her.

• MUTUAL CONNECTIONS

And youre STILL probably wondering, "Chim! You still didnt explain what X has to do with all of this!"

Four and Two hate eachother, this hatred being caused by Two when they stole more than HALF of the bfb cast.

(They seem to not be familiar with eachother when they "first" meet. Im not exactly sure why here HELP.)

But anyway!

Who does Four have a good friendship with? X!

Who does Two have a good friendship with? Also X!

X is what keeps them sane around eachother, the only main reason why they stick around.

If anything bad were to happen to X, Four and Two clearly have the power and ability to get back at whatever or WHOever caused this harm.

One and Three did something to X, and it resulted in Two and Four snapping.

• THREE'S PERSONALITY

Three has basically ZERO information on himself, we know nothing about the guy. But what we do know, is that hes agressive.

In the Number Playground Chronicles, we get an article that explains an event that takes place, Three being apart of it. The article reads:

(To reduce confusion, ill be adding the names for you guys to differenciate whos who.)

"(Five)Integer did not pick up the ball when dropped, and Three Integer, the person playing with him, became impatient. (Five)Integer was angry at (Three)Integer because, Three Integer could simply pick up the ball and throw it to (Five)Integer, and (Three)Integer and (Five)Integer could keep playing.

"FOAMING THREE INTEGER"

The horrible, tragic incident happened at 10:13 AM. Three Integer became Upset.

Three Integer at 10:16, Angry.

Three Integer at 10:31, Furious.

Three Integer at 10:24, and "Foaming."

Three Integer at 10:39, when he started to produce smoke.

(Five)Integer picked up the ball at 6:17 PM."

This event did truly happen, we can see the beginning of it play out in the first few seconds of XFOHV:

Three was so angry and REFUSED to even touch the ball. Five had to go pick it up themself HOURS after the incident.

Three also WILLINGLY closed the cell door after it was opened. He couldve escaped, yet he didnt. I have two possible reasons for this:

1. He's afraid of Four catching him, so he followed orders and stayed put.

2. Three's gone insane after a decade and a half of being all alone, to the point that he WANTS to stay inside.

• ONE'S MOTIVES

One seems like a friendly character, shes smiling in basically the ENTIRETY of her screentime, (minus the part when she conversed with Fanny.)

But something about her smile isnt right, its almost disturbing. The way she grins in the oddest situations,

She is seen with a list during the post-credits scene, with four names on it that are all crossed out, meaning they are "completed."

□ Bell.

□ Bomby.

□ Fanny.

□ Ice Cube.

Notice how all four of these contestants were in some sort of distress during that moment, and One helped them out! In exchange for a "favor."

1. She helped Bell escape elimination by removing her string (something that annoyed Bell constantly due to contestants activley climbing it.) And hiding her.

2. She helped Bomby escape elimination by hiding him.

3. She gave Fanny a new mouth, discarding the need to spend hours at a time searching for it in the ocean.

4. She gave Ice Cube a new pair of legs, allowing her to walk again.

What exactly does One need these favors for? Revenge against Two, of course!

● ONE AND TWO'S FRIENDSHIP

Theres a popular theory stating that Two was kicked out of the equation playground, this would clear up the confusion as to why they basically NEVER appear in the subscriber specials.

Maybe this is because Two hates math! They said it to Gaty in one of the episodes.

I also believe that One was also kicked out. Why, you may ask?

Take a look at this scene in the beginning of TPOT 11:

One's picture was hidden underneath Seven's. As if nobody(COUGH COUGH. Espcially four) wanted her to be mentioned so they simply hid her.

Maybe this is how One and Two became friends, two rejects.

● RANDOM THINGS THAT GET THEIR OWN SECTION CAUSE IDK WHERE ELSE TO PUT THEM

1. How the HELL did One get a mouth and... legs?

2. Judging by One's little room, she probably really likes space and astronomy, maybe thats way the moon was where she was sent.

3. Kinda freaky to think that One was there in the moon the ENTIRE time. Throughout every single episode of the series from BFDI 1A to TPOT9, and we never knew.

Yeah tbh idk what else to say this was just a little info dump cause my mind was PACKED. anyways yeah tell me if i missed anything anf let me know about your little theories and opinions on mine! :3

[0cta9on]

Hi I hope this is ok for you a fluffy short with cute younger girlfriend winter with her older boyfriend malereader having fun at Aespa back stage with the members playing games

Hello yoohyeons-puppy98! Fluff requests are absolutely okay :] I don't exactly know what backstage at a concert looks like, so I just kinda winged in :> Hope you like it regardless!

Everyone told you it wasn't possible, the relationship would never last. Maybe they're right and you're just too stubborn to listen, clinging onto what could already be falling apart at the seams. But none of that matters right now. Minjeong—er, Winter is going on stage soon and you want to show your support without worrying her.

You knock on the door, carrying plastic bags full of snacks for the girls. Their manager warned you about their diets, but a little snack before performing never hurt anyone. At least, you hope not.

"Baby!" The door swings open, revealing Winter's ecstatic look as she runs to you, arms wide open. As you swing her around in your embrace, the two of you giggling like schoolchildren, you're reminded all at once why you put so much effort to be here in the first place.

"Hello, my love," you say, smiling from ear to ear. "You look gorgeous."

"Thank you." She plants a delicate kiss onto your cheek, spreading her warmth to your entire body. "Our makeup artist did such a good job, didn't she?"

"I doubt she'd have a hard time making you look beautiful," you quip, earning a playful slap on your shoulder. "Oh, I stopped by the store on my way here and got some snacks for you and your friends. I don't know what they like, so I just got one of everything."

"Aww, that's very sweet of you. Come inside, I'm sure the girls will want to meet you!"

Winter pulls you into the green room, which you can only describe as "organized chaos" as an array of staff members run around doing their jobs while the rest of her members goof off on the couches. Despite there only being three of them, they somehow manage to stay the loudest in the room with their cackling laughter amidst the hum of last-minute preparations.

"Guys!" Winter calls out to them, grabbing their attention. "My boyfriend is here with some snacks!"

"H-hello." You awkwardly wave at them as they get up to greet you. Even though you've talked to them in passing while on Facetime with Winter, you can't help but feel a little starstruck at meeting celebrities in person. On top of that, their intricate stage outfits and fierce makeup looks only made them look more intimdating.

"Wah, thank you!" Karina says, taking the bags from your hands and placing them on the table. "I need something sweet before we go up on stage."

"Winter, your boyfriend should play mafia with us!" NingNing suggests. Winter hops with excitement while you offer her a quizzical look.

"Uh, what's mafia?" You ask.

"It's a fun game we like to play while we wait. C'mon, I'll tell you the rules."

"Oh, uh, I don't know, I'm not really good at these kinds of things," you shyly admit. She cups your face gently, calming your nerves with a simple look. You're supposed to be the one calming her down before she has to perform, yet here you are, getting all nervous about a silly game with her friends.

"It's okay, baby. It'll be fun, I promise," she soothes.

"Yeah, we don't bite," Giselle adds, smirking. "Maybe Karina might- Ow!"

"Yah!" The two get into lighthearted cat fight, spiraling into even more laughter from NingNing who watches from a safe distance.

"Maybe I should sit this one out," you joke. With a grin, Winter pulls you towards the couches, adamant that you join in on the fun.

At most, you probably spent 20 minutes with them, playing and joking around like you're children at a playground and not full grown adults jobs and responsibilities. Yet somehow, it feels like hours pass by in a blink of an eye. Even if you can't see each other often, it's comforting to know that Winter is surrounded by such great friends. Like all good things, this too must come to an end.

"Girls, be on standby! The concert is starting soon," their manager announces, earning a wave of disappointment from them. Even you feel a little bad about having to end the fun already.

"You'll be watching, right?" Winter asks while the rest of them get ready.

"Of course, my love," you assure her. "I'll be front and center, cheering you on louder than everybody there."

She giggles, blessing your cheek with a kiss. "Give some cheers to the rest of the girls too, it's not a solo concert y'know."

"Hmm, maybe I can give them a shout or too," you quip, earning an overdramatic glare from the rest of the girls. You chuckle awkwardly, offering a supportive thumbs up.

Winter holds your face with a gentle touch, tracing your face with longing. You know what that look means. Your heart breaks every time you have to see it.

"We'll get dinner after the concert, okay? Just you and me," you say softly.

She sighs, wrapping you up in a warm embrace. "I wish we could do more than just dinner. I wish I could stay with you forever."

You blink away the tears building in your eyes. No point in trying to make her feel worse. "Me too," is all you can utter without giving away the cracks in your voice.

"Winter," her manager says. "We have to go. The people are waiting."

She breaks away from you slightly before capturing your lips in a tender, heartbreaking kiss. It's brief and fleeting, yet the velvety feeling of her lips stays imprinted in your mind like a fond memory. She gives you a brief smile before following her members out the door, waving at you right as it shuts behind her.

Goodbyes are always the hardest, especially when you don't know the next time you'll get to see her, but you know in your heart that you'll reconvene like no time has passed at all. You'll get to see that smile and hear that laugh again, that same one you've adored for years. This love may be difficult and exhausting and downright painful at times, but nothing in this world is more gratifying than being the one to hold her heart. Despite the odds, you'll do anything and everything to protect her.

[mariacallous]

I don’t think there’s anything quite so satisfying as winning a fight—especially when you land that victory with a resounding and definitive punch to your opponent’s gut.

In some instances, that’s a literal victory. Just ask my third-grade playground nemesis; it’s the one and only time I ever threw that kind of breathtaking slug, and yeah, she had it coming.

But much more often, that feeling comes during fights that transcend the physical. Especially right now, when it feels like there are more of them than ever. The American electorate wants to fight President Trump, or Congress, or one another; Tesla owners, and Tesla haters, want to fight Elon Musk; Elon Musk wants to fight the entire internet, including Trump himself. (Musk later apologized, which Trump said was “nice.”) On a more serious note, scores of people—from student activists to federal workers, from immigrants to the LGBTQ+ community—find themselves forced to fight deportation, government surveillance, and the drastic erosion of fundamental human rights. Just this past weekend millions of people took to the streets in hundreds of US cities to protest Trump’s policies.

That latter battle is one for all of us to take on. It might be more possible to win than you think: Erica Chenoweth, from Harvard’s Carr Center for Human Rights Policy, theorizes that modern-day nonviolent protests involving more than 3.5 percent of a given population have never failed to catalyze change. Physical protests can be effective, but remember that there are plenty of ways to deliver that metaphorical gut punch—to really, decisively, win a fight.

WIRED is here to help. In our latest package, we’re exploring the myriad battles—both big and small, existential and elementary—playing out all around us, and how they can best be won. WIRED reporters are here to tell you the definitive story of the Tesla Takedown, and we’re partnering with our colleagues at Them to walk you through the battle over the future of gender-affirming care. We’re also chatting with the internet’s most impressive shitposters to get their advice on out-trolling the trolls, and talking to a Hollywood stunt performer about the skills required to vanquish adversaries.

Finally, we’ve got all the guidance you could possibly need to fight the Big Fights in this moment, from locking down your digital security to protesting safely amid increasing—and increasingly dangerous—government surveillance.

So put on your big-person pants, shake off any lingering nerves, and remember: Whatever you’re fighting for in this moment, don’t stop until you land that victory blow. But please, not a physical one. WIRED doesn’t condone violence, and I still feel kinda bad about that third grade thing.

[tiredsmashbros]

"happy birthday, bluejay."

2k words ; tsari fanfic

"gAH!" tari yelped as she lost her grip on the wooden plates nailed to the tree. fear of adrenaline rushed inside her veins, glancing a peek below her, acknowledging the height and distance above from the ground. she didn't have a fear of heights, yet it still was an alarming issue to imagine in her mind what could happen if she were to fall.

"w-wOaH! bj, grab my hand!" tsb directed extending his arm out, using his stretchable ability to allow tari a more secure reach. "come on!" he exclaimed, assisting her up until she was finally standing on the wooden surface base marked on their destination. "heh, trying to fall again now are we?" the man chuckled in hopes of lightening the mood, referencing an inside-joke recall based on their first meeting, "but on your birthday? what kind of a crazy bird are you!"

tari giggled, relief dominating over her after finally arriving at the top of tsb's home. "i'm not used to climbing up!" she began, taking a break to catch her breath, "why'd you have to live up so high? it's challenging to come to visit you!" the bluejay spoke glancing her eyes to take in the view as she recovered. she could see the showgrounds perfectly where she stood, watching her friends play in the grass field, and even a clear view of smg3's coffee and bombs. it was just a marvelous view, pondering why she hadn't thought to come here more often. with the wind brushing onto her face, and the shade provided by the tree's leaves to guard from the sun it was evermore peaceful and quiet. her worries gone within an instant, it was relaxing to say.

"then i suppose you'll have to come by more often to see silly o'l me, huh?" tsb responded, opening the entrance door for tari to enter. "birthday girl first~" tsb flirted, forming an exaggerated body gesture for her to enter in. tari shyly smiled and nodded, making her way inside the blue and yellow man's humble abode.

as if it was her first, tari couldn't ever grasp how peculiar and unique tsb's home was structured. the outer appearance appearing as a regular small treehouse built from wood and nails. yet the interior, god the interior was like an entirely whole other world. seemingly cartoonishly larger, covered in bright light blue walls, white clouds painted onto them. additionally, small rainbows scattered around. a giant painted sun on the ceiling, accompanied by multiple small paper-shaped stars assisted with tape dangled down from right above. high enough where her standing wouldn't bother it, but not so high where you couldn't acknowledge them. the area was furniture filled with shelves of unused big and small canvases, all sorts of art materials neatly placed and organized, with the man's silly personality of individually colored beanbags to sit on, and nets filled with all kinds of plushies and toys. it felt like a dream house for an art child really. dried used paint splattered about here and there on the walls and floor adding color to the bright white room.

"still breathtaking for you, birdy? i thought it would still be boring even doing some minor edits here and there." tsb scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment noticing tari's positive expressive expression as she glanced the place up and down, side to side.

"are you kidding? how could i not be? any normal person would find this breathtaking! your place is an absolute dream house, tsb! it's bright, cozy, colorful, and a playground of endless creative creation! i can't get over how you can manage to create this all yourself! very impressive!" tari exclaimed, as her smile stretched up to her cheeks, really absorbing and giving a twirl around the space. excitement fueled her as he bounced about exploring the other familiar areas and all of its satisfying gleam of bright colors. it felt like she truly was up in the clouds or a figment of what she felt was a physical imagination of heaven.

tsb could only watch and giggle from the side. his heart was pounding in glee seeing the bluejay prance about in joy, admiring the work of art he's created for himself to call home. he felt an over beamed of satisfied joy he endlessly craved being appreciated. especially from her. a compliment from anyone would've still been appreciated of course, yet hearing those words coming from her felt like he could die at any moment. and he wouldn't mind.

after some time of tari exploring the area admiring all the nooks and crannies of tsb's dream-like treehouse, tsb finally directed tari to his bedroom. a place he... coming to the realization he had never shown her before up until now. the first time smg4 interrupted them cutting their time short, and other visits were with other guests visiting to do arts and crafts or play board games. yet this was the first since her first visit it was just the two of them. tsb grew nervously anxious as he tiled the sun-shaped knob of his door, allowing entry to the girl he admired most. it was just his room and he truthfully had nothing to hide, yet it was still nerve-racking for him, pondering about her opinion.

"t-this is my room-" before tsb could even continue to create a proper introductory description, tari jolted up in joy, squealing in glee rushing inside to admire the new room, eager to explore. it had the same vibe and aesthetic as the main entrance room, the entire treehouse quite frankly, yet this room specifically was more in the theme of tsb's main colors. yellow and blue! additionally, instead of the walls being painted or scattered with paint, they were filled with drawings drawn on paper of different mediums taped onto the wall.

entering the room revealed tsb's bed, filled with drawings of rainbows and clouds above as seen the theme all over the place. the bed is cuffed below of soft felted cloud-shape border with a uniquely colored placed rainbow for a bed frame. to the right side of the wall was a large window viewing of the sky, and next to it a tall dresser. accompanied by the wall where the door was placed, was filled with drawings she could recognize were drawn from her friends. boopkins, luigi, heck even some dumb doodles from smg3 she recalled tsb telling the tale of them hanging out one night.

the last wall to the left side of the room erupted with colors of different shades of green and brown. taken aback coming to the realization tsb's home lacked the color green almost entirely, let alone any color of brown other than the "disguise" from the exterior. illustrations of trees, squirrels, and small rodents, and what she could make out looked like a television. causing a shiver down her spine being reminded of mr. puzzles, yet these looked nothing like him. furthermore, they looked the same tv of a design with a nice chestnut brown with a cyan-like blue screen. some with hearts, some crossed out even wrinkled, and others... tari stared at it in confusion. she assumed it was an interesting relation due to tsb heavy interest in cartoon shows, he would watch several frequently with mario. however, something inside her told her it meant something else. as if it linked to-

"soooo what do you think, bluejay?" tsb queried, interrupting tari's thoughts. to the bluejay's surprise, he was resting on his bed in a crisscross position with his hands questionably behind his back slightly awkwardly.

"oh! i-it's awesome!" she quickly responded, trying to rid herself pondering over the mystery of this "tv". "i don't recall you ever showing me your room before. what gives! trying to hide more secrets?" she confidently spoke back, removing any possible suspicion. taking a seat next the the cartoony man.

"noo, of course not! just something i suppose i hadn't had the time to show you till now." tari rolled her eyes playfully trying to seem hurtful by his response. tsb giggled.

suddenly, he began to clear his throat, straightening his back, and shifting closer to tari with a slight struggle refusing to use his hands for support. however, fear rose inside as he wondered if he was too close to the bluejay, but she didn't seem bothered and instead mimicked his actions. receiving another giggle from the man feeling his face grow hot. "i uh," tsb began, "i have a gift for you! um..." tsb slowly unhidden his hands to reveal a bird-like figure in his palms. tari began to decipher it being a hand-crafted bluejay figure with a neatly small bowtie around its neck. yet she was utterly confused and speechless, it allowed tsb to continue his monologue. "i'm... not very good at making something supposedly grand like parties or cakes, for someone's orbit around the sun, but i do like handcrafting things for people i... um... admire most." tsb confident outward speech turned to stutters and quiet speech seemingly looking down as he could feel his hands sweat under his golden gloves. "i hope you like this gift-"

"of course i do!~" tari finally bursted into squeals having her hands turn to fists positioned up to her face in an attempt to hide her overly joyous smile. shifting her position to admire the beautifully hand-crafted bluejay more up-close. "it's so cute!~" she squealed once more feeling like she could feel herself almost cry from overstimulated happiness. "how did you use to make it?" she queried swiftly, staring at tsb's shades, eyes wide with sparks of adoration.

tsb only stuttered to find the words, his face growing hotter by the second hearing the beats of his pounding heart inside his ears. "i-i used cardboard to create the base of the shape... and um gluing layers of newspaper to give some texture... a-after painting it with acrylic- nO gouache a-a-and reusing some old thick ribbon i had in my scrapes to gave it a bow!" swiftly adding in the end, "y-you know! because it's a gift! cause it you're birthday! a-and purple to match your eyes! b-because your eyes are purple! oH and this is a bluejay, not a duck i-i-i-im not sure if that was obvious um-"

"it's perfect.~" tari softly interjected, cupping tsb's hands and lowering them down from their chests. "it's adorable of you think of me like that. i've never received a gift like this before... it exactly represents me and considering the thoughts you had i seriously appreciate the effort you put in. it's," tari couldn't help but giggle.

before tsb could muster to search for words to say thank you, tari kissed tsb on the cheek. "it's really cute. thank you.~" shots of physical cloud of air flew out of tsb's ears, face even red than the color red itself, stunned and completely flustered he sat there frozen. tari once again giggled seeing the clouds of smoke coming out of their ears like a real-life cartoon, yearning to see what more of a reaction she can get. she was always fascinated by tsb's strange cartoonish nature she just simply adored him more and more. nothing about him could ever bore her. 

just if by instinct, she removed her hands from tsb and reached out to remove tsb shades. settling it down by the bed, gazing admirably into his brown eyes as they were shifting animatedly to pink hearts back and forth. "t-tari-" tsb started, but was unfortunately cut off by someone outside. turning his eyes into pupils with red outlines from surprise.

"tari!" a familiar voice called, "TARI!" smg4 called again louder.

"smg4 must have the party essentials ready. we should go till he gets impatient hehe!" tari stood up from the bed grabbing the bluejay gift with one hand while the other grabs for the cartoon man's glove. 

"y-yeah..." he replied, still stunned by what happened. eventually after a soft tug from tari, he regained his senses and threw back his shades on. springing off the bed and following tari out of his room. 

"you think there'll be cake left after mario gets to it first?" tsb asked.

tari chuckled, "i doubt it." 

END

[witchofthesouls]

I would love to see you write some more culture differences between the bots and humans. If you wouldn’t mind :0 I wish we saw some in TFP

Same here. I love seeing world-building and deep lore, especially with other fantasy/sci-fi civilizations.

TFP gave us so much and so little at the same time. It's like going to a restaurant, you have a drink and great appetizers, so you're constantly waiting for the entrée that isn't coming!

TFP is also really fascinating when looking at it with the lens of the caste system and its deep roots within and among the 'bots, even their reduced circumstances. I get the feeling that Optimus is way more casual in way with his team than what the decorum would demand, even with his barriers.

The Autobots would find human cityscapes as quaint. Even the dense sprawls of megacities with towering high rises are paltry reminder of what they're used to.

Cybertron was a planet where its wilds had been tamed. Either reshaped or completely stripped. The Wastelands is/was an apt name for the baren landscapes outside the established city-states.

It wasn't just a large difference in public transport and zoning and sheer scale. It was also the functional design and architecture.

City-states mimicked the layouts of Titans' ground alt-modes. They didn't sprawl outward. Those had set perimeters based on Titans' outer defenses. Instead, the cities expanded up or down.

It wasn't limited to just a parking structure or secretive bases. Whole levels housed entire communities of what castes resided there: occupations, hospitals, sewage, refineries, restaurants, entertainment, and so much. Some mecha go without ever seeing the sunlight or feel real wind, especially those at the lowest of the system. The lowest castes are set all the way at the bottom, among ancient tech and dilapidated buildings. Sorting and recycling what could be kept and what must be sent back to the upper levels.

The concept of "open to the public" would confuse the Autobots. The Golden Age operated its society under the strict overview of a caste system, which expanded to "where" and "what" individuals of a caste could access.

Monster truck rallies fall under bloodsport to them. Bulkhead once scavenged money to watch and do small bets at high-stakes drift racing and lower-tier gladiator matches below the ground. Mecha still had to pay entrance fees to it.

Parks were under the Artisanal caste. Blending murals of legends, careful tending to fauna that are functionally extinct that was tailored to the agreed aesthetic, live music from specific pupils of masters, playing on instruments that merged with the gardens, so it was difficult to tell what was a tool and a plant or animal. And entry to any of it was only allowed for certain castes.

Universities were thriving, self-contained communities, and major points of power. No one off the list would be allowed into its grounds. All visitors and short-term guests were deeply screened and monitored. There is no such thing as "dropping by." Everything is meticulously planned and prepared. Unless a faculty member personally vouches for a guest, they must heed the numerous rules or a risk permanent banning.

Academia had long since been territorial over its talents and quality of its programs and people. They refuse to allow anyone outside its jurisdiction to bully one of its own. No matter the rank or caste, it will close its inescapable jaws around an outsider.

The fact that someone could go to a private university and simply jog upon its grounds is mind-boggling to the 'bots.

As well as libraries and their courses and workshops. So anyone can go? Anyone?! Everyone has access to the knowledge!? Can anyone simply go join a seminar on local gardening? Anyone can just go to a playground and start swinging or playing basketball or flying a kite or dancing to music? Anyone?

Bulkhead had a lot of questions for Jack and Raf since they're locals compared to Miko.

"So anyone can go?"

"Yeah. I used to spend my recess looking up bird anatomy and Ancient Greece and Egypt."

"You had a thing for ancient civilizations?" Raf asked.

"Doesn't everyone?" Jack shrugged. "Pharoahs and gladiators and old gods? We ate that up with mystery books or Goosebumps."

"I read Sherlock Holmes and the Chronicles of Narnia."

"Those are classics. Hey, did you get into The Lo-"

"Hold up," Bulkhead cut in, crouched down and leaning more forward, as if sharing a secret and quietly ask, "So anyone?"

"Yes. Anyone." Jack repeated, rapidly firing off each point with a finger. "Their family. Their friends. Their classmates. Their coworkers. Their pe-"

"Even, let's say, a construction worker. He could just go inside and pick up, I don't know, quantum physics? Anatomy of any frames? Gardening?"

"Sure." Raf squinted and moved to wipe off his glasses with his sleeves. "Clubs and people like to donate more to expand the base. Some of the college professors even leave early editions of their textbooks." Raf readjusted his glasses and beamed. "It's for easier access people and for an industrial copier."

"Oh..." There was a wealth of meaning in that small noise.

"You..." Jack struggled on the concept. Perhaps giant metal aliens didn't need books and could download information from their own internet. "You don't have libraries or schools?"

"No. We did." Bulkhead sighed. "I just wasn't allowed into them."

Out of all of them, Miko would be the to come the closest to understanding them in some ways. 出る杭は打たれる. The nail that sticks out gets hammered in.

As a transfer student from Japan, Miko does have instances of culture clashes with her American classmates and host family.

She's loud. She knows that. But Americans are a different breed with no restraint. In some ways, admirable. In others, incredibly frustrating.

Miko is used to a far heavier workload with long hours after-school and a busy city life. Jasper qualifies between a small and large town that she can't walk around easily on her own with the blazing heat and bitter cold nights and the lack of a car or a bike.

Detention in the US is a joke to her. Stay in school after it's over? She's used to doing that back at home with clubs and cleaning it. On a Saturday? Same thing. Some clubs back home ran long hours over the weekend. Do homework? She already finished it during lunch or between classes because she wants all the other time to herself and the 'bots.

Because Bulkhead gets a realization just how free the kids' social mobility is, he tries to get on Miko over her scrapping at school and her assignments, especially after Ratchet's high jacking their science projects resulted in failure. And that was another strange blow since Ratchet is a medic and a scientist. She's smart and quick and can be rough around the edges and so everywhere, and, to him, Miko deserves everything she could want in her short life. (And wasn't that also a terrifying concept to grasp? To just live and die under a single vorn?)

At first, Miko was getting annoyed because it's similar to the well-meaning nagging her host family does, but she reads the worry he has, and they have to really sit down and speak and soothe over his misunderstandings.

It comes as a huge surprise to her that Bulkhead can just download a language into him. Context and colloquialisms would be missing, and he needs work because he's a mix between extreme formality and, much to her delight, yakuza. And it's all because of her own frustration that English is her second language.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.195 Uncle Luca's day out

So, uhhh ... We have a closet now. After seeing Less', our empty wall was looking extra empty. Once I told Sophia what I saw, it was a wrap. She ordered that thing so fast, and it arrived way too early this morning, but here we are. It's funny how this room is smaller than the last one, yet we never had so much storage space before. Fewer windows have advantages, I suppose.

Rosie is barking outside our window. Our dogs are always barking, especially when she is playing, but what catches my ear this time is another voice. I look out the window and see Alessia playing with her! This house is doing a number on all of us, I see. I love that she's not only getting along with our dogs but also seeking them out. I've said it a million times, and I'll say it once more: we're going to be alright.

The other night, when me and Sophia looked school information after trying to prep Desiree, we learned the school system is on winter break right now, so we have loads more time with her! I was so glad and relieved to find this out. I mean, if she had to go to school, we'd send her, but I felt like we were all unprepared for this next phase of life. It came around so fast! Now we have the time to prepare, and we get to have more fun together. With school out, four kids, and two deserving mothers, I decide to take the kids out and let the moms rest. Also during the school information quest, I stumbled upon the high school's events page. They host many events that the public can attend, and tonight there's a football contest. That sounded like a good event for the kids, but it wasn't until 5 p.m., so I made an impromptu agenda to kill time. We began our adventure early with breakfast in Oasis Springs.

We go to the steak house me and Sophia frequent, but I don't recognize the host this time. She must be new, but man, does she have an attitude. She acted like me bringing four kids to a restaurant at 9 a.m. is a personal affront to her. Maybe it is early, or maybe I'm just too flabbergasted by her outburst, but I don't know how to respond. It's for the best because I probably wouldn't be nice because I feel the spirit of "I got time" rising up in me again, heh. I need to get into the gym and hit a bag because it is clear I want to fight someone. I blame Alessia's sperm donor, Jace. We got all hyped up about fighting him and never did. Maybe that urge never left me. Anyway...

The cook had just walked in on her berating me and shook his head at her. If this happens a lot, why don't they fire her? It can't be good for business.

"Come on, man," he said to me. "We've got plenty of tables, and I have to walk that way, anyway."

That was so nice of him. We followed him to a table, and I told ol' Nasty Nelly to have a good day so the kids could hear, heh. Sure, it was sarcasm, but hopefully they haven't learned that concept yet. With any luck, they'll learn to return nastiness with kindness.

When we get to the table, we have a quick family meeting. Because it's their first time in public, and I am the lone adult, we discuss inside voices, manners, and general public behavior, aka, this is not a playground, aka do not embarrass me, heh. Breanna and Arvin want to play in the rain, so I let them go as long as they are quiet. Desiree and Lex stay with me. She colors the placemat, and he plays quietly with a toy.

When the food came, I collect the other two from outside, and we have a fairly decent time together with minimal incidents...

I'm not naïve enough to think we could go all day without someone acting up. But what I did not anticipate was it would be my child I'd have to call out. She kept farting and laughing about it. I didn't realize she was the culprit until Breanna had enough and screamed at her.

I told her no one else thinks it's funny. We're eating, and no one wants to smell that with food in our mouths, and she should apologize to the table. Her remorseful face almost broke me, and I wondered if I was too harsh. I knew I wasn't because I didn't yell, but I just hate seeing her sad. I stayed strong, though.

After breakfast, we still have several more hours before the event, so I take them to Copperdale so we'd already be in town. I remembered a park down the street from the pier, so we go there first. The weather is not conducive to playing in the park. A thick blanket of snow covers the ground, and it's still falling on top of being extremely cold. I should cancel our plans and go back home because I don't want anyone getting sick. But the kids scatter before I can stop them. Desi says she has to pee and goes to the bathroom. Breanna makes a beeline for the monkey bars, reminding me so much of her mother. Arvin also goes to the bathroom, which leaves Lex with me again. He's such a cool little dude with a chill temperament, like me. I noticed his outfit earlier, and he seems to care about his appearance more than the other two.

Some older gentlemen are out taking a stroll for some reason and come over to talk about the weather. Lex doesn't seem to mind, but I want him to have fun too, so I excuse myself to have some snow fun with him. We have a snowpal building contest with Bre.

We win by default because Bre quit when she saw Desi and Arvin talking outside the bathrooms. We're still proud of our victory, though.

It seems a shame to come all the way to Copperdale and be a stone's throw of the pier and not ride the rides, so I check on the kids to see how they're doing with the weather. It stopped snowing, so the visibility is better, but it's still freezing. Children have an uncanny knack for being impervious to the weather, however, so they all said they're fine to stay out. I tell them about the haunted house ride, and they're all very excited about it. I figure we'd do that one over the Ferris wheel so we can get inside for a bit.

Although I know the cars only have two seats, I still wish we can all go together. I want to ride with Desi, but who would stay and watch the other kids while we ride? She wants to go with Arvin anyway, and Lex wants to go with me. Breanna is a boss just like her mom, and she doesn't want to sit with anyone. By the time we all take our turns, it's about 5:30, so we head to the high school.

On the way, I explain how this will be their school when they become teenagers. There're all kinds of activities they can get into, like the football team, which is what we'll be doing today, cheerleading, chess club, computer club, and so much more. Realizing they have no frame of reference for school, however, we walk around the classroom building to warm up and see what it's all about. This isn't my alma mater, but a school is a school. They're all basically the same.

Bre got upset about Desi farting again. Just as I begin to express disappointment, I remember something from her infancy. She was gassy a lot and constantly had hiccups. And she belched a lot when we burped her after feedings. Could something still be going on with her stomach? Am I telling her to stop being nasty while she can't actually help it? I didn't say anything that time and decide to talk to her about it in the privacy of our home.

[comicaurora]

Hey Red!

I have a writing question I’d like to ask, if that’s cool with you!

When it comes to starting a new story, big or small, pantsing or structuring, with black tea or chamomile, do you have any tips for, er, actually pulling the trigger and beginning? I don’t mean the “accusatory blank page”, I mean in getting to the “I genuinely believe this is a story worth telling and that should be told by me” mindset sufficient to commit. (Insofar as there’s a difference.)

Asking you because you’re someone who has excellent and proven skills in showwomanship, creativity, execution and all-round good storytelling vibes. Cuz while I’ve studied story structure and writing advice aplenty… It’s hard to take the dive when you’ve only ever been in the kiddie pool, so to speak.

Thanks either way!

Aw shucks!

I kinda feel like there's an intermediate stage here that I usually hit first, which is when I've been telling a story for myself for so long that I start feeling like I don't want to keep it to myself anymore.

A lot of the stuff I write or draw is just for me - stuff where I enjoy the act of creation or use it to flesh out and play with a concept I've been toying with. Sketchbook stuff that doesn't have an outside audience in mind, just stuff that I like. These aren't stories that have the end goal of sharing them - hell, half of them are just comic or prose adaptations of story beats that stuck with me that I wanted to play around with as practice and for fun. The rest of it is sketch pages of characters, doodles of scenes or snippets of prose writing built around a single scene or concept.

I think that the creative urge, when examined, should be subdivided into two extremely distinct subsections for clarity; the desire to make, and the desire to share. Not every person shares both in equal measure - in fact I'd say it's much more common for them to exist independently. The desire to share isn't limited to art you yourself created, either - fandom is constructed from a massive excess of the desire to share, passing around a story for examination and discussion because it is inherently fun to share the experience, and most of us can relate to the burning need to talk about this thing that's in my brain. And there's plenty of art that results from the desire to make that has none of the desire to share, ref cit everything in a sketchbook or every private writing exercise done for the joy of it. Neither element can be forced, and there's nothing wrong with either one existing without the other.

For me at least, the desire to share builds slowly for the larger projects. I might be eager to share a doodle or a sketch I think people will get a kick out of, but something bigger and more complicated will stay in my brain for much longer, and might never make it out. For me, Aurora started as just a playground for me to write and draw in, but over the years it built up to something I wanted to share - something I felt I'd be betraying if I let it sit in my head. It kind of just grew naturally, and if I'd tried to force it beforehand I would've felt self-conscious and uncomfortable rather than getting any joy out of the act of sharing.

[delilaahh9]

Matilda

summary : her parents never truly showed love to their daughter, but one day, she meets Jack and it’s like the Hughes instantly brought her into the family. But she had to leave, for a long time, but they do reunite eventually.

warnings : neglecting parents, separation, mentions of depression and anxiety

*July 2013

You were riding your bike to the sound of "It's No Big Deal"And you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheelsNothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal

Matilda had been biking for hours, she did this often, to get away from her parents yelling and bickering, whether it was at her, or because of her. Eventually, she reached the park, where she would hop off and swing until the sun began to set, except this time there was a group of boys, roughly around her age.

She decided to tune them out - or try to- by sitting in the farther swing from the playground, but that was short lived when a younger boy with a leafs cap came up to her.

“Do you like hockey?” The curly headed boy asks.

“um, yeah” she hesitates and looks to the other two boys who she assumes are his brothers, watching the whole interaction.

“Wanna play with me and my brothers? we need a 4th person”

She looks to him, then the two and back to him before deciding she would like to play.

“She said yes!” The little boy cheered as he ran infront of her to his brothers.

“sweet, now we just need to pick teams” the older one says.

“She can be on my team” Matilda turned to the voice and and locked eyes with the brightest blue eyes she thinks she has ever seen. He was cute, adorable even, but what brought her life was that fact he chose her.

“I’m Jack by the way- that’s Quinn and that’s Luke” he says to her as he goes to grab her a stick while she ties up her hair. “I’m Matilda” she says and takes the stick.“Pretty name” she smiles back at him and they start the game.

“Do you live close?” The game has ended but Jack and Matilda are still at the park, sat side by side on top of the play structure just observing and talking.

“sort of, far enough I don’t like to walk here” she replies and he chuckles.

“I get that, I think I’ve seen you bike past my house before. When me and my brothers play basketball”

“I wouldn’t doubt it, I bike a lot. Feels better then being at home”

There was silence before he asked.

“Do you not like being at home?” it was kind of a personal question, he knew his mom wouldn’t like what he asked but he wanted to know.

“it’s alright, my parents just fight a lot, either with me or because of me so if I’m out of the house then maybe they stop fighting, at least I hope they do. do your parents fight?” She asks back.

“No, I don’t think so, I mean one time they bickered back and forth because my dad was supposed to pick me up from hockey but he thought my mom was, but then they realized they both never actually talked about it so that was it”

She started thinking to herself, maybe it wasn’t normal how often she heard her parents yell, more then them just talking.

“Hey if you ever need to get out of the house” Jack starts and she looks back to him.

“I live just down that street, basketball and hockey net in the driveway”

“thanks” she mumbled and they continued to sit there for a while.

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright

But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside

You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days

It’s none of my business but it’s just been on my mind

August 2013

It had been awhile since Jack had seen Matilda, she had gotten really busy with soccer and he spent a lot of time with family.

But that doesn’t mean he stopped thinking about her, everyday he wondered if she could safely get out of the house when she needed to, and how bad her parents could really be. He didn’t want to make assumptions, but he worrys when she’s not with him, because when she’s with him, he knows she is safe.

But today was different, he had nothing to do and it just so happened Matilda had gotten into a huge fight with her parents, so bad they told her to get out and she didn’t know when she could go home. So the Hughes house she went, turns out they live 5 houses away and across the street from each other.

With red eyes and a tear stained face, she walked up to the door and knocked three times, but it wasn’t Jack who answered, it was Quinn.

Jack told Quinn about Matilda’s parents, he didn’t want to tell his parents but he had to tell someone.

“Oh Tills” he sighs and brings her inside.

“Is Jack home” she asks quietly, then noticing how quiet the house is.

“No it’s just me, but go sit on the couch, I’ll get you some water” he assures her and she she goes to the living room, observing all the framed photos around the living room and house, all the decorations make it seem cozy, compared to her own house. If it weren’t for the girls size 7 shoes at the front door anyone who would walk into Matilda’s wouldn’t know her parents had a child.

A few minutes later, Quinn appeared from a hallway with a glass of water and a cookie which he set on the table infront of them and sat down next to her.

“What happened?” He asks softly.

She sighs and chuckles a little bit while wiping the tears from her face. “I don’t know why I’m crying, it isn’t that bad” she sighs. “My parents and I got into a fight, but they told me to get out. I just wasn’t expecting it I guess” she paused and looked over to Quinn, who looked worried and shocked. “what?”

“They kicked you out of your house?” He asks in disbelief. “I mean not for good but like… I don’t know they probably just wanted to calm down” she says and he still looks shocked.

“Matilda, this isn’t okay. You need to tell someone about-”

“No!” She exclaims. “Quinn you can’t tell anyone please, I promise I’m alright I’m just crying because I’m mad at myself for arguing back. I promise I’m fine” She says but he’s torn. Whatever is happening with Matilda and her family, isn’t good but he doesn’t want to hurt her even more.

“lets focus on something else” he says quietly and she relaxes back into the couch. “Jack will be home soon anyway”

Quinn didn’t stop thinking about that moment for weeks, she’d come over and hang out with all 3 of them everyday for a few weeks until school started but since her and Jack attended the same school, she would go over after school and do homework.

Everyday she would have the brightest smile on her face, without fail, but Quinn knew what was happening, she would tell him and not Jack, it was bad, and he knew Matilda was hiding it all.

You framed all your posters and dyed your clothes, ooh

You don't have to go

You don't have to go home

Oh, there's a long way to go

I don't believe that time will change your mind

June 2019

It had been 3 years since she last saw the Hughes family, they moved from Toronto to Michigan leaving Matilda alone. The first 6 months ish were terrible, horrendous even, she hated going to school and hated being at home, so she spent a lot of time at that park.

highschool ended and she was a completely different person now, her style was different, perspective on life, after junior year she was also aloud to move out of her parents house and in with her grandparents about 2 hours away, which she now has a restraining order against her parents.

But now, she wanted to be with the Hughes, so she isn’t going to be attending university and instead going online, so when there’s a chance to see them, she can’t take it.

She just arrived to the Rogers arena in Vancouver, BC where the 2019 NHL draft is being held. She fiddled with the stitching on the side of her jeans as she walked in, thanking herself for wearing a long sleeve bodysuit rather then a short sleeve.

Ellen had been giving her updates on where they are and the latest was the food stand outside section 103, no doubt it was luke getting a slushy. She walked around for maybe 20 minutes before she saw a curly headed boy with indeed, a red slushy in his hand, who also saw her first. His eyes just about popped out of his head as he repeatedly hit jacks shoulder. “what do you want” he hissed and then followed the boys vision.

She stopped and smiled as his brain tried to register what was happening. She looked completely different he had to ask himself if it was actually her, but he knew it was her, the smile he saw everyday for years. The smile he missed for years.

he shoved Quinn out of his way and launched forward, almost knocking her over with how fast he ran to her, picking her up and spinning around while tears pricked her eyes.

“you’re here” he whispers into her shoulder before he puts her down.

“I’m here”

A minute passed as they stand there hugging each other. Eventually, Luke was getting impatient so Jack had to let go. She hugged every single one of them and Jack filled her in on everything happening today.

But the day was short lived, because soon they were back at the Hughes hotel room just enjoying each others company.

“Your different now” Jack hummed quietly, while turning his head to look at her.

“Yeah, I feel like I can be me, you know I don’t think I would have made it this far without you“

“I could say the same thing tils”

[long-live-evie]

Listen here you little ****

1. I'm not knockoff Hades, as he is my great Uncle. He also gave me this body so flame him if you don't like it.

2. I work here, I'm the teacher of emotional control (Don't ask me why, I am the god of fear but like shush).

3. I want academic success, Lightrider was not focusing on her studies.

4. You want an introduction? Look on Wikipedia, you'll find me. But you won't find you.

I don't want to cause Fear but please talk to me before flaming me in front of students, again I have only not been possessed by a demon for like 5 months.

- @deimos-fn

// OKAY.

// I am usually an incredibly tolerant person. Everyone here loves new roleplay accounts, new people coming in to play dolls and practice our writing skills all together, coming up with stories that make us feel alive with characters that make us feel seen. New people are awesome.

// And then there are people like you. I don't know who you are, where you're from, or how old you are. But even a child should be aware of basic playground rules.

// The Fortnite Tumblrverse is a safe place for whoever wants to join and play with our little creatures and make stories. It's fun, inclusive, and so very silly, and the only things we take genuinely seriously are having fun and keeping this place safe for ourselves and anyone who wants to join in the fun. To the newbies running the accounts of the Supernova kids, we love you, y'all are absolute treats to interact with and read.

// We have established lore and long-running storylines. Some characters and story repercussions stretch back over a year. It's a fascinating interconnected web of beautiful stories running parallel to the Fortnite Island and I adore each and every person who has contributed to it all. Everything is built on mutual respect and enjoyment, and we love showing it off to new people and making room for more.

// And now here you come in, with your lack of care for what we've built together, your disrespect for our plainly stated rules and boundaries, your own version of preestablished events that you expect us to just accept and deal with, and your complete disregard for characters that already exist, acting as though it's perfectly fine to puppeteer someone else's character and say you'll make them say and do things they would never.

// That's not okay, it's extremely rude and disrespectful. I gave you a chance to step back and reexamine what we've all established. To read our rules and boundaries, catch up on our summaries, do the research so you could approach again with the information necessary to slot a new character into the world with the rest of us happily backing you.

// If you had started by doing the reading, respecting our boundaries, respecting our stories, and respecting us, then introducing your character and building who he is out a bit, letting us get to know you and you getting to know us, we would have been more than happy to pull you in. Heck, you may actually have been acknowledged as a professor had you actually gone through and asked nicely.

// Instead, here you are cussing me out and doubling down. Absolutely not. I've seen what you've been posting around as well about Evie. You're not making any friends here with this behavior. You show up, demand we alter our world to your liking without respecting anything about it or us, and now you're doing the equivalent of kicking the dollhouse and screaming because we're not letting you have your way.

// And to make things more interesting, everyone has noticed the disparity between how you treat female muses versus male muses. You brown-nose and kiss up to the men, especially the Jones you think is in charge, and you bully and cuss out the girls like Lightrider and Evie, and disrespect the autonomy of both Evie and Night Rose. "The Jedi" has a name. Use it or don't speak of her at all.

// We have a Night Rose. Her mun is not happy with you for acting like you can speak for and control her. We have a Hope too, you're not going to cover your backside by forcing a new version of her onto the scene.

// Stop. Learn some manners. Step back. If you keep going like this, nobody is going to want to interact with you. People don't like interacting with bullies.

// Playground rules, kiddo. Play nice, or nobody will play with you.

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Kim Sunoo Perspective Reading

Disclaimer: No facts here, just my interpretation of the cards/energy, always have to throw this out when I get a wild reading, and this was one. I did not expect it to take me where it did, enjoy the ride if you dare.

Okay, now on to our sunshine Sunoo. Although appears bright on the outside and is a sunshine to others, the song that came out was Walking on Sunshine by Karina and the Waves, so yes, we all know he is a sunshine. I do feel he is a bit of a loner and outsider deep within. An emotional sponge who feels deeply but can also feel very out of place among others. But let's get into the cards and see what I get. Now with him it is hard to get information from him, he takes time to open up, so I may have to sit with this longer, which I am not a fan of. Here we go.

Okay, going to be hard to make sense of what I am seeing here. The first card is blinded by pain. He may be shielded from dealing with pain. So, the number on the deck together comes to 4, this is about home and stability. He seems to have a stable environment around him. But this card can also indicate someone who is numb to pain. Maybe he has gotten used to it. On the card there are bugs latching on to the scars of the woman. I have never noticed that, so this gives me people leech off his weakness, flaws or scars he may have. Now on to the Masquerade card, he has to put an image on display. He can't truly show who he is. I don't see this as malicious on his end. It is like he has to hide his true self to fit in or he is told to do this. Playground by Madonna is playing while I look at this card, not understanding the correlation, but the lyrics this used to be my playground, this used to be my childhood dream gives me this is something he may have wanted as a child, but now it may not fulfill him anymore.

Now with this Revenge card, this is interesting, not sure how this fits in. It seems he may want to right the wrongs that may have happened to him. He seems frustrated and angry at others for doing him wrong. Man, I love how I am pulled to certain images on the card, so on the card the person has wings, but the wings look like dead branches now, it is like they took his innocence for granted. He seems scorned now, it is like that innocence and sweetness is gone. With the perchance to dream card I just get they sold a fairy tale to him, or this was an idea he had. I am getting he does do a bit of escapism here, but not sure what that is. I needed one more card. There is this need to get back, this Sacrifice card reminds me of the 7 of wands, this about defending himself. I am getting he sacrificed himself enough. There is this desire to seek revenge and get back what he lost.

Ugh, this annoys me to no end, once again these cards are showing me he is being bounded from getting lots of opportunities that he should be getting. There is able opportunity for him to be successful and make money, but he is being restricted. I hate seeing this, but I believe it when they say, the company restricts him. I keep getting this. Now why they do this, who the fuck knows. There is a card Doorway to Spirit and blossoming abundance, but in between those cards is all tied up card with someone bounded. It is like he is blocked from gaining success and connecting from himself spiritually. Okay, this is weird, but I feel I am connecting more with his guides, rather than his energy, like I mostly connect with their higher self and energies, but I feel he is disconnected somehow, like is their spell work (I feel companies do this to their idols) to keep him that way, or is he himself blocked himself. I just get this sense there are messages to him to remove himself from his situation, but it gets blocked, either he ignores it, or spell work blocks it. I know this sounds crazy, but that is how my readings go, it is just a sense I get, could be wrong here.

Oh man, this is taking me to wild places, so they could give him things that kind of block his intuition, like maybe drugs, medicine. I look at this Medicine bag card and yes, he is also health conscious and probably takes lots of meds, ya'll Seroquel just popped up, that is a drug for bipolar, major depressive disorder and schizophrenia, why did that pop up, okay I am freaked out, does he take this? Does he have one of these disorders? Nothing wrong if has this though. Ya'll I am legit freaked out by this. I am not claiming he has this, but why did that pop up. I know nothing about that medicine and that could explain the spiritually blocked thing, that could block it. I am sorry my brain is broken right now. This is hard for me to comprehend and grasp if I should believe this. This totally shocked me. Is this why they hide him? Ya'll I just can't believe what I tapped into, this is hard for me to move on from this. Sometimes I don't like this gift of knowing, although no facts! Let me try to move on. I knew I was pulled to this deck for a reason.

With the White Buffalo card this shows his abundance, his ability to be successful, but with this sacred mountain card, it is like he is hidden in the shadows. One the card there is this beautiful city, but it is hidden under the mountains. This gives me his talents and gifts are overshadowed and hidden away.

So, here is another card for him to listen to his intuition, either it is difficult for him to do so, but whatever he is nudged to do, he should do so. It is time to free himself from the constraints he has on him, maybe with himself or how others constrain him. There is another card that mentions awaken his vulnerability, so there could be things he may be ashamed of, maybe he struggles to show his vulnerable and weak side, now you may think he does do that, but I think there are certain things he doesn't want to show about himself and tries his best to hide it. This card is encouraging him to embrace it and possibly reveal it.

Alright, going to end this with Tarot, because this was a lot to take in. Okay, these cards are showing me he wants to act on things, maybe try a new endeavor. He seems to have big plans and dreams, but he struggles to fall through on it. He builds excitement quickly, but it also falls apart as quickly. I can see with the Leo card and the Ace of Wands, he does have a short fuse, can get angered quickly. There is a lot of passionate energy within him. He can be pretty immature though. I am getting lack of fall through with him. He doesn't seem to always think things through either. I don't see him confident in doing the big things he wants to do, the idea is there, but the lack of confidence holds him back. The keyword on the ace of wands, easily bored and tired also speaks to me, so that could be a thing with him. He is someone who can do a lot of big things, but on one end his lack of confidence may stop him, but also, he is pretty restricted from reaching the heights he can achieve. It is like a double edge sword with him.

Okay, this was a wild ride, man, my mind couldn't handle this one. This kind of had me worried for him and like Jimin, there is a disconnect. I don't really feel his energy, more so his guides, which is weird. Maybe they felt they should take the lead here, who knows.

[haganezukawaifu]

𝑅𝑜𝓈𝒶 𝒟𝑜𝓁𝒸𝑒 𝒞𝒽. 𝟣

Before we start, if you haven't read Rosa Dolce on AO3 yet, here are some things you want to know. I would like to say my OC is a person of color. She is black as I am black. This is her point of view, in first person and this is her story. I hope you all enjoy it and without further do, let's begin. All rights belong to Stephine Myers. I only own Christine Anderson, my created character, and her storyline. Christine Anderson

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"La mia dolce rosa."

I heard as I began to look for the voice. I found myself in a place that I had no familiarity with. I took a step down the hall, and I saw a portrait on the wall. I wandered the hall until I stood in front of a door. What is behind this door and where does it lead to? Just when I was about to reach out.

"Christine."

I woke up at the sound of my name. "We're almost there." Where am I? Oh right, Cordelia said that we were traveling somewhere but never told me where. So here I am sitting in the back, waiting for my destination. In the passenger seat sat my brother Anthony listening to his music no less. 

"Where are we going." "Well, I have a friend that I would like you to meet. I think you might enjoy meeting her," she said as she smiled. I don't know if I would like her or not. Cordelia is my foster mother. I was in a home since I was four years old and now, I am six years old, living with Cordelia and her son.

'We must be going somewhere far.'

The location was farther than I expected. I had never seen Cordelia drive this far out before in California but soon we turned in and I felt the car stop. We must be here. Cordelia shut off the car and Anthony got out first, then Cordelia and then me. We were in a park...I held her hand as I followed her to the entrance. A short brown-haired woman and a girl who looked just like her were waiting at the entrance.

"Renée. Nice to have you here," Cordelia said with a smile. The woman name Renée gave a welcoming smile in return. "Thanks for inviting me. It would be a pleasure for my daughter to have some friends," the woman name Renée said. Then I saw the girl that was beside her holding her hand.

'She looks to be about my age.'

"Bella, this is Cordelia. A teacher I work with at the school. And this little one right here is Christine. She's the same age as you," Renée introduced us. A girl name Bella said, "Hi." So, she is the same age. I wasn't used to meeting other kids my age. I was always around older kids in the home I stayed in but once I got adopted, it was just me, Cordelia, and Anthony. 

"Christine. Why don't we enter inside, and you and young Bella can explore and play?" Cordelia suggests. I grip her dress and look up at her. "But Cordelia." "It's okay, she won't bite. If anything, we would be with you," the woman’s name Renée said with a smile.

I didn't know if I should believe her, but Renée seemed trustworthy. So, If Cordelia trusts her, I guess I can too. I walk toward Bella as we both walk inside and to the playground. As I got to know Bella, we became friends. We like almost the same things. We both did ballet and she did piano. We hung out every chance we got together but our friendship didn't last long. Soon after Bella moved to Arizona and I moved away from California, Cordelia opened a flower shop in Forks, Washington. "Aphrodite Garden" she named it. It wasn't a terrible place actually; the shop was pleasant to be around but the weather in Forks was sometimes humid in a way. I hate how it makes my hair frizz. Soon I began to help around the shop, it became the most fun place to be around. Upon turning 14, Anthony left home, leaving Cordelia alone with me. Now I am 17 years old, in my junior year of high school. I'm in no after-school clubs, play any sports, and rarely have any friends here in this boring old town. I just spend my time at Aphrodite's and reading literature. I guess you can say I spend so much time there that people at school start suspect that I'm a witch. Ironic, isn't it? Occasionally, I would daydream and return to that place I always return to. Sometimes I can hear them even when I-.

"Christine."

I looked up and found Cordelia calling my name, holding a spatula in hand, and wearing her 'Plant Mom' Apron. I must have been daydreaming again. "Are you okay? You'll hardly touch your food." I think I hardly eat anything nowadays. "How was your sleep? Did you sleep well?" She asks. I can hardly even sleep. My dream always begins to become like that place that pulls me in every night. Same hallway. Same portrait on the wall. Same door. And that same voice calling me as they are longing to see me as I am to them. 

"Christine."

"Hmmm." "Is there something on your mind? Are those kids bothering you again," she asked. "No. I'm fine Cordelia. Don't worry. I can handle myself." Cordelia sighed as she walked toward me and held my hand. "Promise me you will tell me if something bothers you," she said. "You know I will. I must go. I'll make sure to be by the shop earlier to help with the batch order."

I stood up and grabbed my bag and keys and walked out. I headed toward my black Prius hybrid (I own a Prius but it's gold but yeah) as I unlocked it and got inside, started it up, and began my route to school. Cordelia never really wanted me to call her 'Mom.' Only because when she adopted me, she told me it wasn't necessary yet. To call her Cordelia instead as I always have. Soon I made it to school, turned into the lot, and parked my car in a designated spot. As soon as I got out, I grabbed my bag and went inside. Keeping my head down and walking toward my locker in an attempt to avoid one person in mind. But.

"Hey there Enchantress."

I sighed and looked to my side, and it was Mike. I rolled my eyes in annoyance "What is it, Mike."

'It's unfair enough I share English with him.'

"Rumor has it that one of the measuring cylinders exploded during Bio. You wouldn't have anything to do about that," he said as he leaned right by my locker. "If I did, you wouldn't hear it from me. Besides it wasn't my cylinder." I continue to browse my locker getting my books for class. Trying to get out of this conversation. "Are you sure? You didn't cast any spells before class, right," he asked smirking. I slam my locker door shut as I turn to look at him. "Go away. Don't you have better things to do than annoy me?"

I walk off with books in my hand as I run my hand through my curly hair in frustration. Why so early in the morning? He has annoyed me since the school started. Like God, what will it take for him to leave me alone? I walked into my English class, and I saw Mr. Mason was on his computer. I saw the classroom was rowdy as ever. I walked to my usual seat which was at the back of the class and put my things beside my chair. I sigh. English. One of my favorite classes. Reading literature is one of my favorite things of mine. I blame my brother Anthony for that. He would read every book he could get his hands on and sing to me. Oh, Anthony.

'I wonder what he’s doing now.'

Suddenly the bell rang, and a girl came inside that I had never seen before. She had brown hair, and ivory skin and didn't seem like someone who would play sports despite the sports jersey she was wearing. I wouldn't tell. She gave Mr. Mason a paper and stood there. I don’t think I ever have seen her before besides my usual classmates like Rosalie, Alice, Mike, and Eric. The last bell rang, meaning everyone must be in their class; Mr. Mason closed the door as the classroom continue to be busy.

"Alright class. Settle down," Mr. Mason said.

The class fell silent. “Okay, Ms. Isabella Swan. You can see in the back,” he said as he motioned her to sit down. Wait, did I just hear that right? Isabella. Swan. Do you mean?

'Bella.'

[lowpolynpixelated]

So, you don't wanna play Nintendo games

As I'm sure a lot of you lovely folks out there have seen, Nintendo recently did its most recent act of evil by suing the dev team behind both the Citra and Yuzu emulators. While I won't get into how I feel about it as a fan of media archival work and a massively passionate fan of video game history, this is despicable to say the least. What I WILL do, is get straight to the point the title says! So, you don't wanna play Nintendo games? Well do I have some games for you! I've seen a few posts like this floating around, and I absolutely adored the concept of talking about niche/lesser known titles that get overshadowed in their genre by bigger names, such as Nintendo. As an avid player of weird and wonderful games throughout my life I think I've got some good ones that I've slotted into some neat categories below. I hope you enjoy this post! And I hope you take a new favourite away as well!

(Note: All of the games listed below are available to play on very easily accessible emulators.)

So, you like 3D platformers do ya?

-My first and foremost suggestion is always the woefully underappreciated game Taz Wanted.

This wacky platformer sees you in the role of the one and only Taz, or the Tazmanian Devil for long, from the Looney Toons property. The game revolves around you entering large colourful levels filled with goofy enemies and a lovely cell shaded art style to mimic that classic cartoon look. Within those levels your job is to find and destroy a certain number of wanted posters which can take the form of just about anything. From standing signs to blimps your goal is to solve various platforming challenges, puzzles, and minigames to destroy these posters and secure an item that will assist you in getting to the next hub world. With 4 worlds to explore and each world with 3 levels and a boss fight game at the end, I'm sure any fan of 3D platforming will have a blast.

-Next up is a package deal, the first of which is a 3D platformer predating Mario64! These games are none other than the Jumping Flash! games.

The two games play identically, and are both a seriously good time. Taking place entirely in first person you take up the mantle of intergalactic space hero robot Robbit tasked with collecting a certain number of items in large playground-like levels made with tons of verticality in mind. Why you may ask? Because much like the name suggests Robbit can JUMP. The game employs a fantastically implemented camera system which forces you to look down at Robbit's feet when you use your double/tripple jump, ensuring you can see where you're landing. On top of this, the game's level design feels like a never ending barrage of jungle gyms and challenging boss fights all set to a cartoonish story with bright poppy visuals, and not to mention a soundtrack of absolute bangers

Okay, but what about the Zelda fans?

-I assure you I haven't forgotten, and my first pick here is an all time favourite of mine ever since I played it when I was like, 8 years old. Sphinx and the cursed mummy is a 3D adventure action game where you play as both the titular Sphinx and the cursed pharaoh to be, Tutankhamen .

The game is heavily inspired by Egyptian mythology and sees you battling and puzzling your way through a world of mysteries and great evils lurking just beneath the surface. Exciting battles, puzzle platforming, monster collecting, and so so much more are all front and center in this game, and I really cannot recommend it enough to anyone who wants a different adventuring experience in their life.

-The second and last one in this category I PROMISE a lot of you have heard of but I really want to drive home just HOW GOOD it is. Okami stands tall as one of the best examples of non-Zelda 3D action adventuring.

Taking place in a GORGEOUSLY rendered fantasy rendition of classical Japan, the adventures of the sun goddess Amaterasu are yours to control. I really cannot stress HOW GOOD this game still looks today, even without the HD remasters its been given. The entire game is rendered in a cell-shaded art style reminiscent of classical Japanese paintings, giving the whole world a vibrant painted aesthetic that never EVER gets old. On top of this the game provides a truly unique combat and interaction system, seeing you use a paintbrush to paint your attacks and spells into reality. There isn't much I can say about this game that hasn't been said already, and it's certainly the least niche game on this list. Go give it a shot! You won't regret it.

So we did 3D platformers, but what about 2D?

-Fear not! I've got some solid suggestions for those too! Our first one here is another bundle of 2, those being the Klonoa games.

Klonoa: Door to Phantomile and its sequel, Klonoa 2: Lunatea's Veil, are two of the best 2D platformers I've ever played. Releasing on the PlayStation and PlayStation 2 respectively, these games utilize a 2.5D perspective to let you run back and forth through revolving dioramas of platforming goodness. With a cheery, almost circus-like soundtrack and an adorably charming artstyle to match, I have such fond memories of discovering these games for the first time. The 3D nature of the game's assets allow for some truly impressive setpieces and boss battles, along with the aforementioned circular scrolling you partake in. Bubbling and tossing enemies at each other never seems to get old, or using the same bubbled enemies to get just a little more height to reach a secret. Definitely give these ones a shot if you're a fan of fun 2D playgrounds.

-Here's a real weird one to cap this category off (and another two pack to boot!) Loco Roco 1 and 2 are a set of puzzle platformers with a bit of an unorthodox control scheme.

Coming out on the PSP these are some WILD experiences. In the games you control a horde of blobs that sing with childrens voices to some rather catchy tunes, and tilt the entire world around them with the left and right triggers to get them over under and anything in between, and then to the exit. Did I say you play as the blobs? I meant you play as THE PLANET the blobs are on! See what I mean? These games are absolutely a delightful time though. And with such poppy mid 2000s soundtracks I can't help but love them. The tilting gameplay is tough as nails to master, and getting through a level with all your little Rocos AND the collectibles is no easy task. Give these ones a look! Or at least listen to the soundtrack.

And at last we arrive at the one's I couldn't think of more for, or couldn't think of where to place.

The next two games are just rapid fire ones that are personal non-nintendo favourites of mine, covering a variety of genres.

Ribbit King is my favourite wacky sports game ever. You play Frolf instead of Golf, Frolf being Golf but with frogs, get it? Send your frog around the bright colourful stages to gather points and be the first one to sink your frog to get the full 1000 available from the hole. Alternatively go for a FROG-IN-ONE to get 1500,

Wipeout is a series of tough as nails futuristic hover-racing games a la F-Zero. The soundtracks boast an inumerable amount of Drum and Bass/Electronic jams and the gameplay is lightning fast and smooth as all hell. Not to mention the games are just SO stylish. I'd recommend Wipeout Pure on the PSP, but all of the PlayStation consoles before the PS3 have at least one Wipeout game. Highly recommend checking them out.

SO obviously I couldn't put EVERY game I'd recommend in one post. But I really do hope this list gives you something new to play. Gaming history is so monumentally important to me, and what happened to Citra and Yuzu is nothing short of a tragedy. Always remember folks, play new games! Play old games! Hack your old hardware! Pirate new software! EMULATION IS FREE, LEGAL, AND FOR EVERYONE!