#Chat I made one of these introductory posts

[tarn-ati0n]

Hey, welcome to this awesome trainwreck I call a blog. I'm Tarn Ation (first name Tarn, last name Ation), possible Hellspawn, definitely cursed, and this is where I post things.

- He/Him, Adult

- On this blog, you're gonna see stuff like Professor Layton, Splatoon, Metroid, Octopath Traveler, Ghost Trick, Pokémon, and anything I feel like posting about at the moment.

- I'm German, so you're gonna see some german stuff on here from time to time. You will also see me spelling words wrong now and again. This is a charming and endearing character trait of mine.

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- Besides the @layton-heritage-posts blog and some tournament blogs, I'm also the mod for @octopath-traveler-ost and @is-metroid-prime-4-released-yet

[wihellib]

My Overall Thoughts On 1st Anniversary

The 1st anniversary of What in “Hell” is Bad has come and gone and I wanted to talk about it.

TLDR: It was not great.

The whole point of an anniversary in gacha games is for the developers to show their appreciation to the players and thank them for their continued support. And the easiest way to do that is by being generous with their rewards. And PrettyBusy did not do that with this anniversary login event. These are really bad rewards for an anniversary. Not a single gacha currency was given. No Solomon Seals, or Red Keys. Even the stingiest gachas I’ve played would at least give a free ten-pull for anniversary, but not PrettyBusy. It was very disappointing.

We did receive the A+ Jjok/Rin on the 7th day, but he’s mainly in his Jjok red lump form and he doesn’t have any voice lines (he speaks like an animal crossing character for some reason), so that was also a let down. I said this before, and I’ll say it again. Jjok would have worked really well for an April Fool’s joke, especially since Ppyong/Juno was released for April Fools previously. But he wasn’t a great gift for anniversary.

We got a King group chat (seen here) for anniversary. It was nice and seems to be the norm going forward for special events. Then, each of the nobles got a new chat for anniversary. I like that they didn’t leave anybody out. They were sweet messages.

They released a Sitri/Satan event, which was fine, lore is always interesting. It was more of a Sitri event than a Satan one, though, which is odd since they literally just had a Sitri event. It would have been better to focus the event on one of the main characters in WHB, i.e. one of the Kings, i.e. Satan.

We also got an artifact as a reward for completing the event, which gives you Solomon’s Seals once a week, which sounds really good, but-

You only get one Solomon’s Seal a week. So, in one whole year, you can get a whopping single pull. Just why.

Asmodeus, the final Demon King, was added to the game during anniversary. His release was anticlimactic/unfinished to me compared to Lucifer’s and Belphegor’s. No introductory event, no new noble, no glimpse at Abaddon. Just his Selfie Solomon Seals banner. It’s just like… is that it?

They posted a special Solomon Seals banner that included all released characters, even paywalled ones from the Nightmare Pass. If you pulled 100 times, then you could choose to guarantee a specific character, again including paywalled Nightmare Pass characters. This was interesting and something that I didn’t expect.

The 5000 seals to get the guaranteed character was very steep, though, considering how hard it is to get seals. I think 3500 would have been a lot better as a discount/reward for anniversary.

There was a discount on certain items, like Solomon Seals, which was a good deal if you were willing to spend money on the game. Though, they should have made it so you could buy multiple packs to get enough seals for the guaranteed character, rather than limiting it to just one purchase.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

wibta if i refused to help my classmates going forward?

i am in university for a science degree. i have been struggling for almost my entire degree due to undiagnosed ADHD and autism, as well as my habit from grade school of working myself too hard. i went into burnout from 2020-2022 and failed most courses i took. i had to cut down on my work significantly so i could stay in university and finish my degree. it's been 5 years and i'm just over halfway finished. the end's not in sight yet, but it's getting there.

this semester, i'm taking two courses that i've struggled in previously and am retaking actually. the term will most likely be over once this is posted. one i've finished twice but didn't have a high enough grade to move forward (chemistry) and the other i've dropped 2 times before to avoid failing (calculus). the subject areas might give more context, and my chemistry course isn't introductory. they're also notoriously very difficult, and most people end up retaking this chemistry course several times. they're both needed for my degree and a similar degree. someone in both classes (2 different people) made group chats specifically so we could help each other. at first it was a very good idea, and i myself benefitted from them, managing to get a really high mark on a math assignment because of the group chat and sharing our work/processes.

this term is the one term we have a mid-semester break, and while the details are irrelevant here, i went away during this break, and i came back in a fairly poor mental state. i didn't want to share my work anymore, and said i was uncomfortable doing so. this got me mocked (i believe, but no one's commented on it or said anything to me about it) in my math class group chat when i asked for the notes after having to leave class early due to the noise. i have misophonia, and i was incredibly close to shouting "shut the fuck up" one say when they honestly just wouldn't stop talking. it's been a problem this term in this class where several groups in the class have been chatting amongst themselves during lecture. my friend (i think we're friends?) emailed our professor (i think i was named in the email), and he addressed the class about it, but as a whole, has told me directly that there wasn't much else he could do about it since they might be talking to each other to understand better.

at this point, there's only about 3 weeks left of classes and then finals, so it's not worth dropping out, especially since i don't think i'm in danger of failing. but that was all kind of just background info. it's been a rough semester for me.

in my chemistry class, we have weekly lab reports. they aren't huge, 10+ page reports, and i can usually do them in about 2-3 hours of work total. i usually work on them in small pieces throughout the week, so i can focus on other assignments as well as lectures. they're due at the beginning of lab, and we have lab on friday afternoons. this wouldn't be an issue if not for thursdays.

at the beginning of the semester, i made myself kinda known as Someone Who Has Answers. i like to help people when they're struggling, and i know that these are difficult classes, and i have past experience taking them with these instructors specifically, so i helped in any which way i could. after our mid-semester break, i was in no mood to help anyone. but on thursday evenings and friday mornings, i would get text messages from a few people asking me about the lab report. but not just a few messages. i would get asked on EVERY BIT of the lab report. i try to be patient, as i understand hidden struggles. but i was at the end of my rope. i never snapped, and i always tried to help them, but sometimes i was very frustrated because on thursdays, i have 2 classes (doesn't sound like a lot, but at my school, my lectures are 2-3 hours long, so it's about 5 hours total of lectures) at two different campuses, so i leave at about 7:30am and get home at about 5:30-6:00pm. it's my night to clean the kitchen as well, so my patience is very thin at the end of the day. i never agreed to help them, and they are texting me. i don't know how to tell them "i'm in no mood to help" but it made me so upset to the point that i was saying that next semester, i wouldn't give my number to anyone. i'm not a tutor, and i'm struggling to stay afloat myself in these classes. i don't have all of the answers, and tbh i'm not even confident on most of my answers. i've tried to make this clear, but they still come to me for help. next semester, i'm retaking ANOTHER course that i failed (not failed, but didn't get a high enough mark to move forward) and i honestly feel like a dick for not helping when i could and should help.

this is probably a nonissue tbh. i'm on the verge of dropping out myself because i took on too much this semester and this just kinda feels like it's all more than i can handle.

What are these acronyms?

[pinksparkl]

Waiting

A UFO-WIP I've had sitting in my stash for a while... (almost a year ago... just 2 weeks under 😂) I finally got the motivation/inspiration to finish it~

While waiting for Vincent to come pick them up after class, Lovely has to deal with a classmate who thinks they're being supportive.

Post-Adam (Redacted ASMR), Lovely has PTSD but they're working on it, Canon-typical racism (towards Vampires), Derogatory Language, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Vincent is honestly playing the role of Tuxedo Mask here 😂, Lovely helps themself and he's there for moral support

Rated: G

1806 words (read here or on ao3)

Waiting for Vincent to come pick them up for another long-awaited date, Lovely was sat on the brick wall outside D.A.M.N. after their last class of the day, as everyone else filed passed. Normally they just made their own way back to their lovely shared home on the edge of town, not wanting to disturb whatever their nocturnal partner was up to. It was late enough in the day that they were basically waiting on the giant orange ball of flames in the sky to go for its daily nap.

"Where is he?" Lovely looked to check the time on their phone – their eyes lit up briefly as they caught a glimpse of their lockscreen, a picture that originally had the intention of being a selfie, but got photobombed at the last second by a sneaky vamp who pressed in close to their side as he kissed their temple – as if they hadn't been obsessively flicking their gaze up to the little numbers that obviously hadn't changed in the last thirty seconds. Looking up, they saw the sun was just about to set, the last beams of warmth stretching out as if they could delay the inevitable.

As drained as they were from a long day of classes – first was Introductory Energetic Command which really woke them up before Magical Taxonomy sent them back to sleep, a short break for lunch then a three hour review session for Magical History – they were still beyond excited for a date night. With lots of fun planned, there was no room for any stress or worry for the next couple of hours. They were going to watch whatever the drive-through theatre happened to be showing and then stop by the ice-cream parlour for some sundaes. There was very little that Lovely wouldn't battle through to spend time with Vincent. After getting through that awkward roommate phase, the pair had been more than happy to give their mutual interest in each other another go.

"Hey there, hot stuff, fancy meeting you here." They rolled their eyes as a voice came from behind them and was easily identified as Alex, one of their classmates from their first Introductory Elemental Control class last semester. Cringing internally, with a polite expression plastered on their face, Lovely wondered how quickly they would give up and leave if they didn't respond.

It wasn't that they were trying to be rude or anything, but truthfully speaking, Lovely could count on one hand the number of times they'd spoken to each other despite sharing part of a timetable for ten weeks. Having joined so late in the school year, Lovely had been more than a little apprehensive of mingling with the classmates they would lose when the new semester began and they'd be essentially re-taking the same class while everyone else moved on. Making friends was hard enough without having to do it twice in such quick succession. And being as lost in the empowered world as they were as a newly awakened humanborn, it didn't leave much time for socialising in between all of their studying to catch up to where everyone else was. But conversations were a two-way street, Lovely reassured themself that it wasn't just their own hesistance that had stopped any dialogue between them and their barely acquintance-level classmates.

"Y'know, I was gonna head over to Max's after class, but I think chatting with you would be more fun." Alex was persistant, pointedly side-stepping Lovely's lack of interest in the conversation, who was still repeatedly checking the time and willing Vincent to hurry up, as Alex sat down a little too close for their liking. Turning a little to the side, Lovely avoided any eye contact.

After what had happened to them underneath the grounds of Wonder World, Lovely refused to look anyone in the eye. It didn't matter if they knew the person wasn't a Vampire and had no way to put them under a Trance, it was just something their psyche stubbornly held onto, and something they were actively working through with their counsellor. There was one exception however, they could stare into Vincent's bright silver eyes to their heart's content, without any fear bubbling up their throat. With no further explanation than "I trust him completely" that their counsellor had assured them was more than enough.

Alex sighed exasperatedly, "come on, at least look at me." Trying one more time to move into their line of sight. Lovely turned their head further, closing their eyes as their mouth pressed into a firm line. "I'm not a damn vamp. I heard what happened to you, y'know. Disgusting feeders. D.U.M.P. should cage the whole lot of them." Alex showed what they believed to be solidarity with Lovely's plight, while flaunting their obvious disdain for Vampires.

By now, Lovely had physically checked out, and was no longer even listening to their former classmate's rant. They had pulled their feet up on the wall, looping their arms around their legs, and had resorted to their main methods of distraction for when their anxieties started to overtake them. Fiddling with their rings and biting at the inside of their cheek until it stung. "But at least I'm not crying, right?" They told themself. "Where is Vincent?" Heartrate elevated and eyes squinted closed, it was plain for anyone to see that they were not at all comfortable with the current situation. Unfortunately, there were no passers-by to lend a hand; no one liked to linger too long outside D.A.M.N. once they had regained their freedom from the restrictive establishment.

"What are you doing? I didn't even touch you, you freak." Alex's voice a faraway blur, indistinguishable from the wind or the ambient city sounds. "Or is that it? You actually like being a blood bag for those leeches?" Disgust rolled off Alex's words like they were excited to finally spit them out into the open.

Struggling to breathe in between the desperate thoughts and the pounding, crashing waves of anxiety. "I wish Vincent was here right now." Lovely despaired at the thought of having to explain their latest breakdown at their next counselling session.

Light footsteps clicked on the pavement to Lovely's other side, and a familiar fragrance filled their senses, a light but distinct cologne that immediately brightened their mood as they turn to face the newcomer. "Hey, Lovely, sorry I'm late." A cool palm pressed against their shoulder blades, pouring comfort through the contact as he nudged them into his chest as he bent over them. The tension that had built up left them in a instant with the easy pressure Vincent freely offered them. "Are they bothering you?" As he took in the scene, his posture slowly straightened, drawing up to his full height and stepped forward to put himself between Lovely and the apparent cause of their distress.

Unable to find the words to reply, Lovely simply nodded once, working to remind themself that they were safe. "I'm okay. I'm safe. I'm not back there. Vincent is here. Everything is fine."

Not even sparing a glance at the other person – their aura told him they were a Sonal Energetic – Vincent spoke as he focused his attention on getting Lovely calmed down. "Look pal, they're not interested." His uncharacteristicly clipped tone was chillingly cold, and left no room for discussion, and constrasted sharply with the soft gaze and gentle hands he directed to the love of his life.

Calling his bluff, and face already pulled into one of disgust, Alex looked Vincent up and down. "You're one of those feeders, too, aren't you?"

Vincent sharply turned his head, looking directly at Alex for the first time since he arrived. "What gave you the hint? Was it the sick wheels, the devilishly good looks or my impeccable style?" Peering over his dark sunglasses like a predator staring down its soon-to-be prey, Vincent smiled tightly. He bristled, trying to play it off as casual banter as he covered up the hostile frustration that ached to be let loose. He'd given Lovely the heads up once before about how some people viewed his kind, but having them see it up close was another thing entirely. He felt ashamed and guilty that they had to witness this vitriol.

"It's those damn fangs, you disgusting leech," they spat, unafraid of starting a fight with the Solaire prince.

And just like that, it was as if a switch had been flipped inside them, Lovely stood up as they felt a boiling anger take over them, clenching both their fists and their jaw. "Don't you dare speak to him like that!" They shouted as they spun around in Vincent's gentle but secure hold to face their classmate. "He is everything you're not." Their eyes were a window to the storm raging inside of them, and with lightning dancing across their fingertips, arcing menacingly, waiting to be released – they truly were a force to be reckoned with.

Vincent gasped under his breath, feeling the static crackle along his skin where he he touched them, but resisted against the instinctive reaction to pull his hands back. He knew that putting up a united front was more than worth the mild discomfort, and besides, it looked indescribably cool, like they were a superhero duo.

"You know what? You're not even worth it, I'm out of here." The Sonal stalked off without another word, muttering to themself about "crazy people don't even know when someone's trying to be nice."

The couple took a moment to breathe once the fizzing had dissipated, leaving behind an eery stillness to the air. Vincent's calm voice broke the near silence, "you okay?"

"Yeah," Lovely replied quickly, before sighing and trying again. "No, not really..." It was awful; tonight was supposed to be a fun night, and now everything was ruined because they couldn't control themself for five minutes.

As if reading their mind, and sensing their inner turmoil and the exhaustion they were just barely managing to keep a lid on, Vincent proposed an alternative idea. "We don't have to go out to have a date night. How about this, we drop by the ice-cream place and get a sweet treat to bring home, and then spend the evening inside, doing whatever we want?"

They looked up at him, his silver eyes tinted a bright gold with the last rays of the fading sunset – so beautiful, and all theirs. "That sounds like a plan." Smiling gratefully, Lovely slipped their hand in his, rings clinking against each others', the cool metal quickly warming in their joined embrace.

The problem of how to explain what had happened to their counsellor was pushed aside, they could deal with that tomorrow. Tonight was for feeling good and happy and safe – anxiety could wait.

[peach-and-bugs]

💚Bean Sprout - Lottie Matthews x fem!Reader💚

Chapter 1 - Ch 2

Fanfiction master list

disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Summary: You've been happily married to Charlotte Matthews for some odd years now, but it feels like it's time to take a step in a new direction together... aka mama!Lottie

Warnings: Mild nudity, but not really. otherwise nothing

Word Count: 2,839

A/N: Oh my god, it's here and it has a title! Hello Loves! It's finally time for the start of my Mama!Lottie fic that I haven't been able to stop talking and thinking about! This is a pretty light introductory chapter, just setting some of the groundwork for the fic as a whole, but I think it's a really sweet chapter and I really hope you enjoy! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!

Lottie Matthews Tag List: (open) @elliesjoints

Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf @minimickzy

"Bean Sprout" Tag List:

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

-💚-

Summer had hit and become the time of the year when school was letting out and the next generation of kids was graduating from school and heading out into the world. One of these kids happened to be Callie, the daughter of one of your wife’s closest friends. You’d been invited to her graduation party and after making the drive back to Wiskayok, New Jersey you found yourself celebrating in a nice backyard, sitting at a round table under a shady tree with a drink in hand chatting with your wife and some of her other friends. 

You mostly stayed quiet, listening to the conversation rather than chiming in. While you knew Lottie’s friends from high school, you'd been a freshman during their senior year, so there hadn’t been much overlap. You’d only gotten close to Lottie because of you’re excelled French placement and even then you hadn’t connected till you were both much older. They’d always been a kind group of women though, always willing to engage with you. 

“I still can’t believe she’s graduating,” Taissa marveled, her eyes trained on Callie from across the yard as she laughed with her group of friends. 

“Trust me, I know,” Shauna said with a sigh as she took in a swig of her drink only to grimace down into it. “Starting to wish one of them would spike the punch,” she murmured. She was nudged by Natalie, who pulled a flask out of her jacket followed by her eyes darting down at the flask and then back up at Shauna. The mom sighed and offered out her cup, as did Taissa. Your wife shook her head but said nothing while you smiled, biting your bottom lip as you suppressed your giggles. 

“You always were old reliable when it came to boos,” Van said as she approached the group with Misty trailing behind. The two had made a run back to the snack bar earlier. Natalie shrugged nonchalantly, taking a chip from Misty’s plate as the blonde saddled up beside her, taking her seat again around the table

“Someone had to provide,” she hummed, tucking the flask back in her pocket. The conversation drew on to general catching up and Natalie had started telling a story when Taissa’s son Sammy ran up to her and tugged at her sleeve. 

“Mama, they aren’t playing fair,” the boy complained, pointing to the small collection of children who were gathered together in a corner of the yard. One little girl seemed to be telling off another child who had their face red and squished in irritation with crossed arms. The other kids around stood awkwardly listening to the argument, unsure of what to do. A soccer ball lye abandoned between the two children in the grass. Taissa bit her lip before running her hand over her son’s hair. 

“Well, kiddo, sometimes people don’t play fair. But we don't get to tell them what to do,” she started to explain. “Why don’t you suggest another game,” she offered up. Sammy scrunched his face, lips pressed together tightly as he shook his head. 

“They said we can only play soccer because that's the only ball we have,” he pointed to the two arguing children again. Taissa looked on, wracking her brain over what she could suggest instead when Lottie tapped your shoulder and handed you her drink. 

“I can teach you a game, Sammy,” she suggested, smiling kindly as she got out of her seat and began walking toward the group of kids. Sammy seemed unsure for a moment till Taissa patted him on the shoulder. 

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea! Let your Aunt Lottie teach you something new,” Sammy caved and then smiled with a nod. He trotted after Lottie, who had stopped and was waiting for him only to take her hand when he reached her, guiding her over to the group of kids to interrupt their growing argument. You smiled fondly, watching as she crouched down to talk to the kids, supposedly explaining the game as she took the ball into her hands. 

“Hey Shauna!” a voice yelled from the back porch of the house. You all looked up to see a woman standing at the door, baby on her hip. Shauna’s eyes lit up and she smiled, waving. 

“I’ll be back, it’s my sister and my niece,” she explained, leaving the group to go into the house. She called for Callie as she left, gesturing for the graduate to go and say hello. 

“Jease, everyone’s having kids now,” Natalie mumbled under her breath, pulling her flask back out to pour more of its contents into her nearly drained cup. Tai shrugged with a sigh. 

“Yeah, that’s the next step in growing up these days,” Natalie smirked ans shook her head. 

“Not for me,” she raised her brows, taking a long swig of her drink. 

“I’ve always thought about having kids. Maybe not now, but I thought it over when I was younger and liked the idea,” Misty jumped into the conversation, giving her two cents on the topic. The group nodded, acknowledging what she had to say before a squealing laugh distracted them. Eyes followed back over to Lottie who was now jumping hand in hand with one of the previously arguing little girls, supposedly having won some part of the game she’d taught them maybe. You felt a smile pull at your lips again at the sight of her side profile, eyes shut with an opened-mouth smile as she laughed, her shoulders hunching in with the sound. 

“What about you, y/n?” Van asked suddenly. You shook from your thoughts and turned to her, mildly confused having forgotten the conversation at hand. The redhead tilted her head, gesturing back to Lottie and the kids. “Well, you and Lot are the last of us to have tied the knot without having a kid���” your brows raised, lips pressed as you understood the implication of her question. You felt yourself grow shy under questioning. 

“Oh, I dunno,” you paused, eyes trailing back to your wife, who now stood with her hands on her hips, proudly watching the kids running around their patch of grass, chasing the soccer ball that bounced at their feet. “I mean, the topics come up once or twice but that was back when we were dating. We’ve got Buckweed though,” You brought up your dog instead, who’d been left back at the air b&b you were staying at for the night before driving back home Monday. 

“I always thought Lottie would have kids for sure,” you heard Misty comment again. “She always liked babysitting,” You bit your bottom lip. Did Lottie still want kids? You hadn’t thought of it recently, now that you thought about it. Maybe you’d been waiting for her to breach the subject before you did. Would she regret it if you didn’t have kids? Did you still want them? You felt your brain begin scrambling at all the sudden questions. 

“Hey, you alright?” Tai asked, shaking you from your silent spiral, her hand on your shoulder. You forced a smile and chuckled nervously. 

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m good. Just overthinking,” you mumbled, forcing a laugh. Taissa shared an awkward look with the rest of the group. 

“Lottie would talk about it if she wanted to,” Natalie jumped in, seeming completely unphased. She got disgruntled looks from both Taissa and Van. “What? Am I wrong? Lottie’s always been upfront about things like that,” she turned her attention to you. After a flicker of consideration, you nodded in agreement with her. Lottie had always been very honest with what she wanted, especially with you. If kids had been something she thought about, she’d have brought it up. Foturnintly, the conversation shifted away from you as Shauna rejoined the group, only now she had a baby in her arm, balanced so naturally on her hip. You assumed this was her niece, who smiled brightly and waved as she was brought over to the group. 

“Sorry about that,” Shauna smiled, readjusting the baby as she spoke. “My sisters getting something to eat, so I get to hang on to Pheobe,” she added a higher pitch to her voice, scrunching her nose as she tickled the little girl's stomach.

“Pheobe. That’s a pretty name,” Misty joined in, leaning towards Shauna who she was sitting next to to give the baby her attention. Shauna chuckled as Misty began poking at the baby, making her continue with her babbling giggles. 

“Mckenna was always a big fan of ‘Friends’,” She said with a shrug. “But, she’s eleven months and just started working on walking,” Shauna mused about her niece, who had turned to look over Shauna’s shoulder onto the party. 

“Mom!” you all heard Callie yell from across the yard. Shauna closed her eyes, cursing under her breath at yet another interruption. “Dad can’t find the cake!” Shauna sighed opening her eyes again and grimaced as she stood up. 

“Well, the world must be ending if Jeff can’t find a cake,” she grumbled, causing a few chuckles to sound around the table. But she turned her attention to you momentarily. “Can you take her from me? Just for a few minutes,” she gestured to Pheobe but was already offering her to you. You nodded, managing to ignore any initial hesitation, and took the baby onto your lap, sitting her so she was propped at the table like she was in her chair. Shauna gave you her thanks as she left and Pheobe made an excited squeal as she leaned forward, using her chubby little hands to smack at the table she could now reach. 

Your hands naturally found their place at her sides, giving her just enough wiggle room to move around but not get away from you. You began bouncing your knee just slightly, which she seemed to enjoy as she began gurgling and babbling the few words that she knew as she clapped her hands. You began to smile, looking down at her with her big brown eyes, just like her aunts. 

“Well, aren't you just a sweetheart,” you murmured with a light chuckle as the baby began kicking her feet in excitement from all the colors and sounds of the party around her. Unbeknownst to you, Taissa shared a knowing look between herself, Van, and Natalie as she leaned back in her chair. This was also when the cake was brought out, along with what looked like a truckload of cupcakes and all the kids went running, tearing towards the new treats to load up on even more sugar, subsequently relinquishing Lottie from her duties as entertainment. 

She made her way back to your table, laughing as the kids fought for the first slice of cake or cupcake. She was quite surprised to find you with a baby in your lap. Phoebe has started playing with your fingers, grabbing at your hands and smacking her tiny palms against yours, enjoying the sound that contact made. She took her seat beside you and leaned in to watch the interaction, wrapping her arm around the back of your chair as she scooted closer. 

“And who’s this?” she murmured, smiling at the baby as attention turned from your hands to her, though there was still a tight grasp on your pointer finger. 

“Shauna’s niece, Phoebe,” Lottie hummed, offering out her hand for the baby’s entertainment, which was greatly appreciated by Phoebe, who smacked at her palm in a child's attempt at a high five. 

“Well hello, Phoebe,” she laughed. 

-💚-

You didn’t talk much on the drive back to the house you were staying at. Not for any particular reason. You’d ended up staying at the party far longer than intended and were tired, so some comfortable silence was welcomed. You watched Lottie as she focused on the road ahead of her as she drive. The sun had started to set and streetlights turned on, offering a soft light that danced over your wife’s features. She glanced at you momentarily when she noticed you staring. She smiled without a word, reaching with her free hand for yours. She gave your hand a comfortable squeeze and kissed your knuckles, her eyes returning to the road. You hummed your thanks and leaned against the headrest, shutting your eyes. 

You didn’t talk to one another till you made it back into the air b&b. Buckwheat was very excited to have his people back with him and he barked eagerly wagging his tail as he hopped off of the coach upon hearing the door unlock. Lottie took him into the kitchen for a late dinner while you made your way into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. You listened through the tiny house as you rummaged through your luggage. The kitchen light turned on with a soft click followed by kibble hitting the ceramic of Buckweed's bowl. You settled on changing into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, not bothering to shut the bedroom door before stripping. 

Lottie walked in when you were halfway finished, wearing only your tank top and underwear with a pair of socks on before putting your pants on. She hummed her acknowledgment but moved to the bed to sit down and take her shoes off. You stalled, pausing before abandoning the pants altogether to approach her. You sat next to her on the bed but looked down at your knees. She finished with her shoes and scooted on the bed, patting the space beside her, awaiting you to join her. You did just that, crawling up to the pillow just as her arm draped around you like it had a hundred times before, comfortably settling on the curve of your hip.  

“You've been quiet,” she commented, running her fingers over your forehead, brushing loose hair from your eyes so she could get a good look at you. “Tired?” she questioned. You shook your head, nuzzling into her hand. 

“Thinking,” she hummed, eyes trailing over your face. 

“Care to share,” 

“You looked like you had a lot of fun with those kids today,” she smiled fondly and hummed again. 

“I did. They had a lot of spirit,” she adjusted her position in the bed, scooting closer to you. “But that’s not what you’re thinking about,” she knew you too well. It could get irritating sometimes. But in the long run, you appreciated it. Your eyes drifted and you bit the fat of your inner cheek, you're brow growing to crease with consideration. 

“Do you wish we had a kid?” Lottie seemed taken aback by the question, but she didn’t answer right away. 

“Where did that come from?” you bit your lip now.

“Well you looked so happy running around with those kids, and the other girls started asking if we planned on having any and saying they always thought you would and I just,” your words began to quicken as you said more. That is till Lottie brought her hand up to your cheek, running her thumb over the corner of your mouth to get your attention. 

“Darling, you’re overthinking again,” You sighed with a tiny laugh and nodded, pressing a chaste kiss to her thumb.

“I worried,” 

“Don’t”

“That’s far easier said than done,” you scoffed. She smiled softly and sighed. 

“Do you want a baby?” 

“I dunno. Yes? Maybe?”

“That doesn’t sound very confident of you,” she was messing with you now. You sat up, which you knew she wouldn’t enjoy only to maneuver so that you could pin her down on her back and straddle her waist with your hips. You pressed her shoulders down into the bed with either hand and you felt a tight squeeze of her hands on your hips. You knew she enjoyed this, as did you, but right now it was simply a means to keep her quiet and on topic. 

“Charlotte,” you started. You knew how she felt about you using her full first name. She kept her lips tightly shut as she stared up at you. “I need you to be completely honest with me and tell me exactly what you feel on impulse. Can you do that,” she nodded but didn’t let out a sound. 

“Should we have a baby?” 

“Yes,” she answered with zero hesitation, completely on impulse like you'd told her. Her features smiled and she began to laugh. “Yes! We should have a baby,” 

“Are you sure?” you grew excited at her enthusiasm. She continued to laugh and reached up, pulling you down on top of her fully. You practically crashed into her with a loud yelp, her arms wrapping around you tight as she continued with her giggles. 

“Oh, mon ange, I’m as sure as when I asked you to marry me,” she cooed, kissing your forehead and cheeks. If you looked close enough you could swear she was tearing up and you couldn’t blame her. You felt like you could burst into tears at any second too. “Let’s have a baby,”

[sadsongsandstories]

Heya y'all!!!

Not exactly sure how this works, but I think this will be an introductory post of sorts, just in case anyone comes aknocking and wants to know what my deal is!!

Speaking of, my name is Eden 🌻 I'm an Aussie boy who loves musicals and art and stories and will things ✨beautiful✨ and wonderful and fun!!

My favourite musicals are Hamilton, hadestown🌹, Heather's, hairspray, dear even Hansen, and legally blonde💁, with plenty more close behind

Currently obsessed with hunger games and BOSBAS 🪶 (in case you couldn't tell). The other books that have shaped my very being are harry Potter (no surprise there), Percy Jackson (again unsurprising, Leo best character) and Scythe, Ready player one, the darkest minds, the name of the wind, and project hail Mary.

As you can see, big on SciFi/fantasy

Although right now I am stuck into The Fault in our Stars (and preparing to cry!! It is so beautiful and fun and hilarious and I just know something terrible is going to happen!!! 😭😭)

And speaking of SciFi, star wars is another thing that exists and that I am obsessed with!! Mainly clone wars, which is the best of star wars, and Fallen Order, which is the best video game I have ever played.

Anyway, random rant aside, if you'd like to chat with me about any of this, or more, don't hesitate to reach out!! I'll likely be using this page to spill whatever random thoughts, ideas, revelations, feelings, or vibes I feel boiling up inside me, likely as a long-winded rant (like this) or a poem. Previously such artistry was reserved for my notes app, but now I crave the dopamine of interaction and community, so you all get the honour of me sharing with the universe!!

Anywho, that's enough from me. If you actually made it this far, thanks!! Please drop by to say hi, it will make me very happy and I will even say hi back 😊 Otherwise, hope you have a wonderful day(/evening/midnight) and have fun perusing my or someone else's wonderful imagination.

Love ya 🌻

Eden

[lunar-serpentinite]

Introductory Post

Hello ~ I'm Cloud and welcome to my blog !

My pronouns are they/them ! I don't really have hard no's for gendered terms used to refer to me .

I'm a '02-liner (meaning i was born in 2002) and from Southeast Asia . I am currently in uni studying Geology and I use my spare time to think about my hyperfixations <3

I'm neurodivergent and I usually vibe on my own but I'm open to chats ! I'm bad at replying though so don't be afraid to bump up messages

I've been on Tumblr since 2012 but this is the first time I have ever tried to be more active instead of keeping in the background .

Fuck JKR !!

Free Palestine, Free Congo, Free Sudan, free everyone who has suffered and are currently suffering under a capitalistic, warmongering white supremacist society . Never stop talking about the genocides and human rights injustices currently happening around the world . Share, save, boycott, educate, donate when and if you can !

Current Fixations / Interests / Fandoms

Harry Potter (specifically the character himself, as well as Drarry)

MXTX Novels

Percy Jackson

ATEEZ

Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail

Disclaimer

(Especially for those who are particularly focused on Harry Potter canon and/or certain dynamics.)

In my headcanons and posts, I will stretch canon pretty thinly. I will rewrite and redo huge chunks of what we know as the Harry Potter canon. This includes huge changes in the history, the timeline, and the ethnicities of a lot of characters (read: majority of the characters we know in my AU are now BIPOC). Everything I am doing is purely for my own enjoyment and I just wanted to share the things I made with anyone who wanted to have a read.

I do not follow any Marauders fandom headcanons nor do I consider myself part of the fandom . This means my Lilys and Jameses will have vastly different friend groups than what you're used to if you're from the Marauders fandom .

If you're particular about dynamics, I am a fixed DMHP account . I don't post NSFW on this blog since I focus on worldbuilding and more SFW character building, but I'm just throwing this out there :3

Have a good day ! (My AUs under the cut)

Current AUs

Nandhini's Legacy - my main AU and the reason why I made this blog in the first place ! This is a Harry Potter AU where the Potter family are South Indian (specifically Tamil [James] and Telugu [Lily]) and the Black family are SWANA . New elements in the story include entirely new fancasts for the entire cast, the introduction of a Magical British Museum (the new primary antagonist besides Lord Voldemort), OC siblings for characters like Harry and Pansy, and several timeline changes .

Related Links : Families Masterlist, Fancast, Main Tag

pls ask me abt this au i have so much to say

Son of Hecate Harry AU - a PJO x HP crossover AU where Harry was born to Lily and James but with the additional blood from Hecate . In this AU he was taken away from the Dursleys by a satyr and raised in Camp Half-Blood . By the time he arrives at Hogwarts, Harry has already undergone one quest and is only at the institution because of another prophecy (not Trelawney's) . He is accompanied by fellow demigods and witches Yurika Haneda (Slytherin, Hermes) and Poppy Caxton (Hufflepuff, Athena)

My Mortal Companion - the AU in which post-War, Harry retains his title as Master of Death and believes his next destiny is to be the sole Unspeakable in the Death Room since he's the "only one who could do it" . Features Harry's relationships and dynamics with various psychopomps and death deities of diverse pantheons

Related Links : Main Tag

Favourite of the Fae Harry AU - an AU where Harry is highly favoured by the Fair Folk of Great Britain, but only in the way a human might highly favour what they deem a particularly cute pet . Includes tidbits of Harry being his mother's son because Lily was their previous favourite, and Harry having difficulties with socialising in the "proper" human way because he was used to the constant transactional socialising of the Fae

[morikawamirai]

um hello! i'm really curious, is there like.. an introduction post for victimgram or official blog or anything? i want to learn more about victimgram; i just don't know where to start!

OH YEAH!!!! id (takamitakao) made an introductory-ish post in response to an ask a while ago, but i can try my best to kinda. explain it?? in my "guy who literally never shuts up ever" kind of fashion

basically, victimgram is KIND OF? what it says on the tin. a milgram au where MOST? of the victims swap with the prisoners. and I say most bc like… 1- there were some scenarios where we couldn't really picture their "confirmed" victim to actually manage to commit murder? (shidou, fuuta and yuno are like. the best examples of this) and 2- this au was admittedly… pre-triage, so we didn't have much to go for either LOL (it's the main reason aoi looks so different!!)

also yeah this means the main cast for milgram is dead so... oops

umm. i was putting a long desc for them but to summarize

warden killcheroy = fuuta's victim

mirai = the braids girl from haruka's mvs

coney = one of yuno's clients

rumerie = the pink haired guy from bring it on. most ppl know this dude

rei = rei

sayu = the middle school girl at the beginning of throw down. and also one of muu's friends in her mvs!!

aoi = mappi's boyfriend

hinako = kazui's wife

meowy = the cat in magic

eagle = mikoto's victim in MeMe

takao = the child kidnapper in harrow

we have a twitter too! which is where most of our posts go (which for the time being is mostly timeline convos until we actually have the undercover stuff ready!!!! (yes we have a victimgram undercover :muscle:) we used to have a bot too, but then m*sk killed twitter bot functionality </3

more than anything it's mainly an AU that me and some friends p much made for funsies?? but like. literally anyone showing interest makes us very very happy!! to the point you might have seen victimgram in passing in the live chats LOL. i could go for hours, but tumblr has a character limit on asks unfortunately </3

[sogthewoz]

Charlie/7 Introductory Post

Sorry for the hiatus, but I finally decided to talk about one of my older Dsaf ocs that I use in various aus.

Trigger Warning for following subjects: Death, Child Neglect, Poisoning, Murder, Graphic detail.

This is Seven! And or Charlie depending on the au.

She is the stand in interpritation/equivelent to Charlie in Dsaf (Much like how Dave is based off william, the interpritation of the phone guys having actual phones for heads etc,) I just made her green instead of grey cause of her green wristband in the video game. Why? Cause why not lol.

Being the adopted daughter of Henry Miller, unaware she was really only adopted to keep up public appearances of seemingly being the innocent reason why Henry created Fredbears. That was all Henry considered Charlie and Sammy, her older sibling to be. Pawns in a bigger game. As she was orphaned at a young age, her elderly parents having died in an house fire. And the rest of her sisters being seperated at the orphanage. She used to be called 7 by her sisters, being the last sister born. Talk about a heptamom-

Only after one of the few murders at Fredbears, Miller had figured out Charlie could see ghosts. Having seen Charlie stare into the corner of the resturaunt after closing hours, before having been hit by something invisible, Charlie stumbling back, before mumbling something awefully cryptic about the flipside. It’s the vital information that brought Henry deeper in his studies. Futher neglecting Charlie.

One night, when Henry was alseep, she had seen Henry had the door open to the basement, sneaking into Henry’s little workshop in the basement, she had met a strange, yet afraid seeming spirit. She had let the spirit out, but as Charlie tried to guide the spirtit out of the basement, her hand had entered the translucent hand of the spirit’s, everything went black.

She had found herself back in her room, the spirit by her. The spirit had explained to her that her name was Phoebe (@pinkhorsepro123 ‘s oc, their stories are a bit connected lol) and that she had ended up possesing Charlie by accident, and had brought Charlie back upstairs.

Time had passed since the possesion incident, Phoebe often following Charlie around, almost attached to the young girl. Charlie considered Phoebe her only friend, the only one she had talked to. It made the other kids around her back away. As seeing Charlie, who was already estranged, quiet, and tired looking. Those three things alone making her seem standoffish, the neverending chit chat to herself made many not talk to her. Isolating herself from pretty much any social contact that wasn’t her family or Phoebe.

Except for one younger girl, a girl with orange hair and red scarf, Dee. Dee was often dropped off by her older brother at fredbears, and she had loved everything about the diner. No wonder she was so estatic when she learned that Charlie was the daughter of the Diner’s founder, Dee was someone who made friends fast, and Charlie soon grew close to Dee, looking forward almost everyday to play with Dee at fredbears. It almost felt like being the older sibling for once, caring for the little girl, as best as her older sisters could have.

But when Dee was murdered, and was formed into the puppet, Charlie had mourned for months on end. Becoming a heavy recluse, not even budging to move from one spot when she had to head to fredbears, soon even freddys.

The other spirits weren’t exactly angry at Charlie, but were angry at how she was Henry’s daughter, as how could a father take the lives of other children? To selfishly indulge in ripping away a child’s life, yet taking care of one himself. A few of the spirits, decided to take matters into their own hands. They knew they couldn’t touch Henry, but could certainly possess Charlie, and use her to harm Henry not in a physical way, but in a psychological one.

They had snuck up on charlie one night, possessing her body, and overriding any control Phoebe might have had, before dragging her into the janitor’s closet, and poisoning her by making Charlie drink bleach, unable to taste the bleach ingested, and its bittering agent. They had accidententally made Charlie ingest a fatal dose. She died on the spot when the spirits had left her body. And in a panic, the spirits fled.

Charlie had possesed her own body, completely unaware thar her body had failed on her. Her body seemed to slowen her body’s rot, with the soul in her body now back inside.

Henry had died before he had ever noticed the change, but Dave certainly did. That pale skin, sunken in eyes, her eyes making her looked as possesed as the animatronics in the pizzeria. And after finally learning about her history as Henry’s daughter, with proof that was information only Dave and Henry would ever know. Dave took her in, considering Charlie almost a younger sister.

Charlie from that point onward was always travelling, either with Dave, in some stolen vechicle, or with Sammy, in Henry’s old car. You’d probably be able to find her by the prize corner, being labelled as probably something like “Estranged Woman.”

Here’s her first and second verson, I was generally unhappy with her first design, so she now looks like this, clothed and what so. V1 looked really dull, and overall not what I had envisioned in Charlie’s redesign. She lacks the bunny doll in her second design, but she usually has it in the car.

Here’s some sketches! As long with some trivia.

* Charlie’s bunny doll is really beat-up, and it’s name is Vanessa.

* Charlie hates endoskeletons, they creep her out a LOT, anything with exposed wires or metal. Meaning she doesn’t like Bonnie or Mangle really. Especially the withered animatronics.

* Charlie’s parents were irish-american, she lacks an accent though.

* Charlie goes by Seven or Sev in Dsaf 1 to 2, Dave taught her to never use your real name, and she takes in Dave’s sub-par advice often. Despite disliking a lot of other things about her aubergine brother.

* Charlie almost never smiles, or sleeps really. She’s kind of always unsure and sweaty looking. Which is understandable cause she’s always wearing some kind of sweater, even in California’s heat.

* She’s been at almost every freddy’s location, except the one in las vegas, she’s too young to gamble. Or even be in the location.

* She dislikes Matt, Despite being as offputting as him.

[assthethickk]

Just a lil introductory post if anyone finds me through here and not DeviantArt

I'm Assthethick on DeviantArt, i draw pretty much what you'd expect from my reshares 🫣

I made this acc just for general chat, resharing some references and inspo for drawing etc.

If you got any questions or just wanna chat about feedism or random points of interest my DM'S are open!

(yeah assthethick with one k was taken ;(

[oklahomiebydesign]

Blogging is tough at 34. Or maybe I feel like my life isn't nearly exciting enough to share with the world as it was when I was 16. Regardless, I am struggling to create this introductory post.

For some of you, no true introduction is necessary. Same asshole, different day. For others.... Hi! My name is Casey. If you have made it this far, I am an asshole :)

Okay awkward joking because I'm uncomfortable out of the way now? Good. Let's get down to the nitty gritty.

This website is something I have wanted to do for a long time and have attempted many times. But my inner doubt always gets the best of me. "Why would anyone want to read about your life?" "Get over yourself" "No one cares" "You don't have time, anyway, give up before you start." Those, and many more negative thoughts that pop into my head may be true. Or they may not be. Does it matter? Why do I care?

I don't care anymore. If you are here, you chose to take time out of your day to enter my world. The only time wasted here is yours. Experience gained? I don't know. But thank you for stopping by.

I feel like blogging has always helped me get to the other side of things that bother me. I was a teenager in my room clicky clacking away on my keyboard instead of learning how to properly human. I shared stories of every concert adventure I had. Every heart that got broken. Everything ended up on my Myspace and then eventually Tumblr. Somewhere along the way, I drifted away from my social media presence. I post on Facebook every now and again, but everything else went abandoned. (Including my twitter that had 69k tweets. It was hacked and I never gained access to it again. That one still hurts). I guess that comes with age. Life stopped being so exciting. I started by career. I entered into relationship (still going strong!) I moved forward with my life. I grew up. I got boring. I got complacent. I grew my leg hairs long and stopped doing my makeup. No one gives a shit about those things. Why share?

But I need the outlet. Whether or not people even visit this site. This is a place for me. Visitors to my little world are just a perk.

2022 was a really off year for me. I allowed myself to completely disconnect from things that are important. I isolated myself from friends, allowed my career to suffer, and fell into depression cycle after depression cycle. It was rough. I am out on the other end though, almost free and clear of the heaviness that consumed me for a year. Let's be real. It started more than a year ago. Pandemicpression hit us all differently, but none of us escaped unscathed. What a sad, scary thread to be united by.

I am so ready to move upward though. Ready to put that darkness behind me. Ready to venture back out into the world and slay the way I know I can. If you want to hang out with me through this journey, I would love to have you. There will be posts just rambling away. Posts about my weightloss journey, which is something I am putting on the front burner along with my career this year. And also posts pushing my side hustle. Life is hard. Extra money is extra money. (Don't worry. You won't find my feet pic, or any ~spicy~ content. But $20 is $20 🤣)

If you do stick around, welcome to the shit show. Let's chat.

[illustratorintheprocess]

WEEK 16: No Teaching Week - UAL Creative Hack

I won't spend 2 hours typing out every detail of all 3 days again. Sorry folks. It's gone. I will give you the briefest rundown possible:

3 Days - 3 Topics you could chose from (I chose Equality & Social Justice) - A Business Idea to be developed and Presentation to be held - £1500 to win

Day 1 : Monday

We got an introductory lecture and I had a pleasant chat with 2 students from different courses and colleges beforehand, very nice, very cool. Then we were put into rooms according to the topic we chose to speed-run through a bunch of exercises then we had to find groups. I was part of the left-overs group of people who didn't have enough time to chose a group. We were 7 people from different colleges, courses and with different specialties. We speed-ran through a bunch more team building exercise we had way too little time for, made a whatsapp group and that was day 1.

In the evening we texted ideas for the project topic via Whatsapp in the group.

Day 2: Tuesday

We had to descide between 3 project ideas:

- Knife Crime in London

- Housing Crisis

- Disability in everyday life

Personally I liked the last one best even if it wasn't my idea. Specifically the Knife Crime was held onto tightly by one of the other girls so we decided to take a few minutes to prepare a mini pitch for each other before deciding. We had also booked a timeslot with a mentor to stop by our table and help us so they joined our little decision making process. Knife Crime was tossed (2 girls wanted to do it but eventually supported our other idea). They offered to do the powerpoint presentation for the pitch to the judges on the 3rd day. We hashed out the details of our idea: it would be an app similar to googlemaps, yelp and tumblr where people w disabilities could check their route, rate venues and connect with their community over a variety of different topics, all in one place.

Big shock: we found a competitor app that does something similar already. Another mentor helped us to decide to keep at it anyway because we will set ourselves apart with the community aspect of our app + as second comers we can learn from the first one's mistakes and be better.

Funding: we talked about starting with a go-fund-me and partnering with charities, leading into paid partnerships with venues post-launch and the potential inclusion of a paid prime membership that comes with perks for the user

Day 3: Wednesday

The 2 people who liked knife crime better and said they'd do the powerpoint presentation called in sick, disqualifying themselves from the competition and leaving us with no presentation because turns out they did nothing the day before. The 5 of us remaining pulled together strong and came up with a name, a logo, an interface mock-up, financial plan, etc. Wee had 2 more mentor meetings and managed to get together a presentation in time for the pitch to the jury. There were 2 groups that seemed to be especially strong contestants. When we gave our presentation we ran out of time and didn't get through all our slides but we made up for it by answering all the joury's questions without problem. One of our team blamed herself for the fact we ran out of time during presenting and started crying but we reassured her she worked hard,did amazing and we don't blame her.

The judges took all presentations with them upstairs to make a decision. We waited downstairs drinking juice, chatting, hoping for 3rd place and taking group pictures together (one of us had to go early for a job interview but we'd tell her the results via Whatsapp).

The jusdges announced 3rd place - wasn't us.

They announced 2nd place - wasn't us.

We had no hopes of coming first.

They announced the 1st place - we didn't realize it was us.

Wee were told to stand up and come forth after we had kept seated for a good 10 seconds not realizing they meant us because thwy called us by the app name that had only existed for a few hours at that point. I shock cried. We shook people's hands, our picture was taken, we called our 5th member and she hurried back to meet us. When we were approached for an interview we left that honor to the person who had the idea of making it about the disabled community, the one who had the closest personal connection to the topic, the girl who thought she had botched the presentation when we was the one working the hardest. I called my boyfriend and told him we won. Then we waited for the interview to be done and caught up the 5th member on what had happened before going out for dinner together as a group. Insane.

The price money for first place was £1500 and since the other 2 girls had disqualified themselves this morning by not showing up we split the money 5 ways, meaning £300 for each of us. Not bad for 3 days work.

As a team of 5 we decided to try and peruse our idea with hopes of actually building the app and making it a reality.

[atrial-ofhorror-if]

Realizing that almost a whole month has passed without me giving y'all an update 👀👀

I want to thank everyone so much for the support and love you guys are giving the game + me!!! Y'all are loved and appreciated 🤎🤎🤎

WHAT I'VE BEEN DOING

As y'all know, I released the update for ATOH at the end of June and have kinda sorta just been chilling since. I think I was/am dealing with a bout of writers' block cause every time I open my word doc, my mind goes blank 😅😅. Shit is detrimental to my health, honestly.

Right now, I have about 10k words written out, and both routes for episode one are plotted out, so all I need to do is actually type it out.

I'm replaying the game a bit to try and catch some inconsistencies and other issues with formatting in the game and making a list of what to fix or expand on for the next update.

I also received a NSFW drabble ask from M, so I'm gonna deliver on that, my friend. I'm just trying to beat back this damn block 😭

UPCOMING STUFF

Keep writing! I've got a lot of stuff to cover before I can release the next update, here's a very bare-bones list of what will be put in

Episode One (main content!)

Two routes (Search and Destroy, To Be Well)

Three game endings based on choices throughout the First Episode

Interlude

A lot of diverging paths and routes depending on choices made in game and during the carnival/fair 👀👀

Going Shopping! You're finally not broke?

Optional wet dreams anyone?

Beginning of Episode 2

Official intro to Jin/Faizan if you did not meet them at the fair

Yue poking his big head in? Its more likely than you think.

Based on this list, I probably won't be as active as I'd like? (I think). So if you send an ask and it never got answered, either the ask box ate it, OR I just forgot about it, so feel free to send another one lol.

And that's it!

Ooop, before I forget! I also have made a separate blog for the Naruto IF under @maboroshi-if! If you guys have any questions or even wanna chat about the upcoming game, you can send the asks over there! Right now, I don't have the introductory posts for the IF but once I do, it will be posted and pinned to the top so you guys can see it!

Ok, now I'm really done lol. Love ya 🤎🤎🤎

[phoinexboi]

Evolution:

This is gonna be different from the Illusion post I made. Why:

1. I made the first part of this MONTHS ago for a freind therefore there's a whole introductory paragraph waiting for ya'll (It's definitely edited and refined like A LOT)

2. I need to explain things before I analyze it this time because this episode was... confusing.

Okay one of the things we have to address is the time travel rules this show follows. Now the show is attempting at a loop theory (although they are failing miserably. Why do I say they're doing this? Because this episode basically sets off the events of the show!

For those of you who don't know, the loop theory is a theory in time travel in which whenever someone goes back in time, NOTHING WILL CHANGE. This theory can be done well of horribly. For example, a positive example of this could be "Secrets of Sulphur Springs". It's a fairly underrated mini-series and should deserve more love. ANYWAYS, this show does the loop theory well because... you don't know how things go down in the end. And even if you do it will be written off in a satisfactory way. The show's main element is time travel and it does well with it. A bad example is the episode Timetagger. Now the Bunny/Rabbit miraculous has a fair amount of inconsistencies from the power function to the actual power itself. The main one I wanna focus on is the loop effect that kinda but isn't there....

Lemme explain. Earlier in the episode Bunnyx REMEMBERS that mini-her was waving. Meaning that this event had been planned and happened before looping.

However, later in the episode when the civillians were transported to the past they changed many paintings. If the show was a loop that never would've happened.

Now my problem with this episodes loop...

Master Fu chose teenagers because he MET teenagers. So he KNEW to give it to TEENAGERS!

A lot of people have illogically complained about how this doesn't make sense and how he couldn't see through the Quantum masking. BUT HE DIDN'T HAVE TO!

He knew they were teens... that's all.

My problem is that this is a LOOP situation which is shown throughout the episode but the "time travel is dangerous" exuse. Is still used when it either won't matter in the end or will just be inconsistenly used throughout the episode!

They practically ruined the show with this one scene...

Anyways, that isn't the whole point I just had to get the time issues out the way so you can get back to your irregularly scheduled content.

Now onto my actual thoughts regarding the episode...

Look I originally liked the episode when it came out but I think that was just recency bias...

Was the episode bad? No. Just boring...

Not super boring but slightly repetitive

The show has trouble doing something outside of the format they usually follow and you can tell!

Let's start at the beginning. We pick up right after the Season 4 finalie. The crowd chants Ladybugs name.

I didn't like that they did this... Why? Because they killed all momentum they set up in Season 4! I mean, first off, look what happened in this episode. BARELY ANYTHING! I liked this episode because of the ending. That's it...

So now it's time to continue this epic roast.

Now time for the real JUICE! Me breaking down random and somewhat opinionated thoughts I had about the episode and writing them for the public ^^

Note time!

• Can we just mention the Synopsis though... "Ladybug and Chat Noir face an opponent who is in possession of the rabbit miraculous in a race against time" how cringe...

• The intro still bops-

• The hand holding!

• The Parisians completely ignore Chaton as usual 🙄

• Why do they always respect Monarchs name change in canon? Like I get why we do it but like in canon why can't we just choose whatever name we want at whatever time.... oh right this is a kids show that has no logic and wants to keep things as simple as possible-

• Gabriel is pure evil

• The animation downgraded but it's still good

• Nadja's hair color is so inconsistent in this show across the studios XD

• I thought LB stuck out the middle finger for a second...

• Was it ever confirmed it was called a message retriever? Because that's what the wiki calls it

• Thomas confirmed that Monarch's symbol was a work of the butterfly, Turtle and fox miraculous'. If so... why didn't I see any smoke when Ladybug breaks the akuma signal?

• HOW DID CHAT NOIR BREAK THE SHEILD WITH HIS STAFF ALONE IF HE HAS TO USE HIS CATACLYSM LATER ON?!

• How weak is the shell cast by "Shell-ter"?

• "It's you and me" that's quite important

• LMBO! The scene with Gabriel and the kwamis while LB and CN talk to the Parisians is so funny because it's so poorly chopped together!

• I love how Sass is the father figure. I mean he is the concept of "Intution"!

• Gabriel didn't do anything can he please stop taking credit

• Nathalie is the adult and Gabriel is the child in like 90% of their scenes together...

• Gabriel's camouflage miraculous designs suck

• Gabriel is so quick to do and so late to think

• The LB and Rabbit Noir scene still proves the loop theory

• BUNNYX IS A LIAR! Time Travel won't change anything 🙄

• The faces have definitely changed since previous seasons. You can tell with all the flashbacks this ep!

• BURROW BRAWL!!!!!

• What would Gabriel do with his second rabbit miraculous if he got it?

• Why couldn't Chat Noir extend his staff this time? Is the burrow too small?

• RABBIT NOIR!

• "It's you and me remember?"

• Ladybug is falling in love with Chaton by this point and we all know it

• They chase after Monarch for a bit... very old school...

• "Impressive..."

• No Marinette or Adrien this episode just heros

• The Master Fu scene was cool

• WHY COULDN'T HE JUST EXTEND HIS STAFF AGAIN

• I'm not going in order because this episode is all over the place...

• Bunnyx comes back LITTERALY Teo seconds later to return the Miraculous to Wang Fu

• Alix and her father have such a cute relationship 🤧

• Canigirl is cool. I don't like how they pronounced it in the English dub "Cane-I-girl"?

• Ready for action!

• The resolution for getting the rabbit back was cool but kinda odd because it wasn't much of a fight-

• But then again fighting doesn't solve every problem even in a superhero show ^^

• Bunnyx leaves for a while... it's undetermined for how long though...

• Chat Noir supports Ladybug again even though she doesn't deserve him!

• Nathalie goes off on Gabriel and leaves him for dead

• "LAAAADYBUUUUG"

"And they all screamed into the sunset"

Some inconsistencies but an 8/10 would recommend. I was a bit hard on it but despite a few "boring" scenes it was a really fun episode!

P.S. Sorry for comming out with this so late... school has been very demanding as of late...

[puffy-updates]

Important Anouncement

So this is something that I’ve been thinking about for a while, and since I have a bit of free time today, I might as well start on it now.

For the past few months, I’ve seen a surge in people disregarding Puffy’s boundaries and privacy. Although this is mainly on twitter and tiktok, I’ve also seen it a bit on tumblr. My idea has been to make a post on her boundaries as well as other things such as basic information that she made public (e.g. first name, birthday, pronouns, pets, etc.).

Also, I want to make a post on Twitch etiquette, especially as it concerns Puffy’s chat. I’ve been binging on dream smp lore for the past few days, and one thing that seems to be reoccurring is how chat is always asking cc to do something (e.g. “save Tommy”) or snitching on other streams (e.g. ”Niki is helping Techno”) during lore. This definitely isn’t new, but with the high viewership that the Prison Break has garnered, I wouldn’t be surprised if this will happen to Puffy the next time she goes live, even if it is going to be an irl stream in downtown LA or something.

Both of those posts are going to be linked to the main introductory post that is pinned on this blog. Hopefully, I’ll be able to finish them today. If not, then hopefully by tomorrow.

[dreamywriterinthedark]

Losing you pt II: Dressed to kill

Introductory part

Pairing: Spencer x fem!reader

Category: angst.

Resume: Reader goes undercover to trick an unsub and help the team catch him but things go dramatically down hill. She regrets not listening to Reid’s advice, he helps her cope. Basically, this is what would happen if Linda Barnes was the leader of the team and you joined.

Trigger warnings: Linda Barnes slander, death, blood, injuries, trauma, weapons; a gun and a knife, medication. (please let me know if i forgot something <3)

You checked yourself in the bathroom mirror. You wore a little black dress with glimmers that suited your morphology better than anything you’ve worn before. You ran your hands on your silhouette anxious at the thought of being so close to a serial killer. The worst part is that you had to pretend you liked him so he could trap you. You felt slightly dehumanised like you ridiculously were the cheese on a mouse trap.

“Are you done, Y/n ? I’d like to see how the dress looks on you.” JJ asked knocking on the door. You unlocked the door seeing Tara and JJ stand right in front. JJ slightly gasped and Tara’s mouth formed an ‘oh��� in reaction to your sultry beauty.

“Well, Tara, if you were ever considering an alternative career stylist might be just for you.” said JJ complimenting Tara’s choice.

“Are you okay, Y/n ? You look horrified.” Tara asked concerned putting a hand on your shoulder. “Oh, I’m fine. Let’s go see the guys,” you answered stepping out between them your heels clicking on the floor. They glanced at each other shrugging exchanging a contentment frown.

Spencer was rambling without catching a breath to Luke until he slapped his shoulder when he noticed you were out and ready. Luke made his way towards you. “Well, will you look at that ? Looks like I’ve got competition on the team’s most attractive member.”

“Shut up.” you answered playfully to which he laughed putting his hands up in defeat.

Spencer stood behind but not as far as he was before when he was chatting with Morgan. He licked his lips, hands in his pockets looking at you and only as if everyone around him disappeared. He saw you before and the fact that you wore a tight dress did not change that. His stare was more of the analytical type. As you walked down the few steps you almost tripped catching yourself thanks to the rampart. You closed your eyes with a hand on your chest to calm your heart throbbing at your ribcage. Before anyone had the time to say anything you laughed it off; “Stupid heels, pretty but could kill you in a flash.”

 The team went along and laughed with you except Spencer who only furrowed his eyebrows. You did not trip because of your shoes but because you were dizzy. You hardly slept or took care of yourself before this; you were too anxious. Spencer giving you the cold shoulder did not help either. You did not understand that very well, you thought things were good between you two. It’s not like you could guess every single that ra through his head when your own was spinning already.

Once you were all in the elevator Spencer whispered in your ear “You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to ?” You felt his warm breath on your neck, this closeness along with his voice made you feel fizzy inside.

“This is the only way.” you whispered back nodding your head now looking into his eyes.

You were going to meet the unsub at his favorite hunting spot; the dive bar. You were sitting aside Tara at the back of the SUV while Penelope was at your right violently typing at her laptop. At the front was Luke at the steering wheel. He pulled up by a secluded spot a few blocks away from the bar. Penelope was rarely on the field but you were glad she was. She was not only an anchor for you since the beginning, but your first true friend within the FBI. She liked to call you “kitten” or her “little protégée.” Plus she was taking care of your spying devices such as your ear piece and the mic she would hide in your dress including your GPS tracker.

Luke’s phone started ringing, he answered. After a very brief conversation he debriefed it to you three. “It was Barnes, they’re ready. Once you get out of the car, Y/n, the rest of the team is going to join us in this car to listen to your conversation enhance the unsub’s confession. Except JJ is going to be on the field undercover to update us on your every move.” You nodded to let him know you understand the instructions. “Then we’ll follow you to the location the unsub takes you to and arrest him. Tara and I will be out there in hiding in case anything happens. Got it?”

“Got it.” You said gesturing toward the door at your right. Penelope got out with you, before you left she said “Just know, we’ll be right here listening to everything but please be safe. I don’t want to lose my best friend.”

“Penelope, you’re not going to lose me.” You hugged her tight, “Plus you know if I died I’d haunt all of you.” You chuckled as you detached yourself squishing her hand before walking away for good.

Everything went according to plan, you gave the eye to the unsub, you perfectly fit his idea of the perfect victim. You acted naive and what if you were ? Because even though the whole time you had the worst gut feeling you still went thinking that was going to grant you validation from the leader of the team, Linda Barnes. The cold hearted one that can not trust a woman yet you trusted her, how pathetic.

The unsub took you to a dark alley but before Tara and Luke could get out of the SUV, Barnes told them to stand their ground.

“Why ?” Tara asked.

“Because I can’t risk the unsub seeing you and lose his confession or evidence.” he answered.

You started panicking, going from anxiety to a state of agony as the unsub pointed a knife at you.

“Well, can we go now ?!” asked Luke.

“We can’t take this risk just yet.”

“You know what ? I can’t risk Y/n being dead!” Spencer said rising from his seat but getting slammed back down by Linda.

“It’s okay, we’re not going to let anything happe-“ A gunshot interrupted this back and forth conversation. Everyone ran to you seeing you on the floor, blood slipping through the cracks of tar. Your shaky hands dropped the small gun right next to your boy bag purse. You tried to stand up but you couldn’t, you wished you could cry but you were too shocked, too numb to even let a whimper out. Spencer took off his windbreaker before running to you helping you up and slinging it over your shoulders with an arm around them. 

As he guided you towards the medics he bit back at Barnes, “Not going to let anything happen, right, Linda ?” He did not respond instead he looked down at the floor which would now let him forget the repercussion for his actions since it was tinted crimson. What the team was doing in your tear stained glory you were unaware nor did you care. You sat on the edge of the ambulance as Reid made sure you were taking care of properly like a polite version of a scientific Karen. He leaned in towards you, his head titled looking at your face.

“She has a scratch on her cheek, you might want to check for a concussion.” advised the genius doctor. He straightened his index finger a few inches from your face asking you to follow it with your eyes. As you did the exercise, he noticed your eyes fluttering to hold back tears. When the medic was done with cleaning and sanitizing your bloody hands and went back inside the ambulance to gather anything needed to heal your wounds and medication, Spencer sat down next to you in silence as you stared in the distance. His eyes landed on your face when saw you put your hand down drying a tear. You felt him looking at you.

“Suit yourself, you can say you told me so” you said breaking silence.

“You know, Y/n…” he started taking your hand in his, you looked back at him, “I’m really glad you’re alive.” This made you immediately sink into his side taking him by surprise, unable to hold back the tears. He leaned into your touch, shutting his eyes feeling your pain and mentally sending you his energy in hope it might heal you.

The medic walking towards the two of you, when she looked up from the container in her hands full of medical products she stopped in her tracks; “Alright, I’ll come back, uh, in a minute.”

“You should hydrate yourself,” he advised handing you a water bottle as you put your arms in the sleeve of his jacket. As you took it, he rose from his feet a hand on your shoulder as he said; “I’m going to go check in with the others, you’re in good hands.” You nodded looking up at the medic smiling at you, you managed a weakened smile back.

When Reid was back with the team, he noticed they were arguing. Linda took Reid’s presence as his opportunity to shut the other members down; “Ah Reid, how is she ?”

“She’s injured but she’s holding up,” he answered fidgeting with his hands. The team was concerned about you but did not want to circle around you, make you talk to too many people at once since that would overwhelm you. Your injuries were quite superficial, you were scarred, you were bruised but you were going to be okay…physically.

Once back at the police department, you took off Reid’s windbreaker folding it on his desk with a post it note that said “Thanks :)” You went back to your desk changing into some more comfortable shoes than the heels you wore all night. You tried to channel your thought but as you were about to get lost in the turmoil, a low male voice made you breakout of your trans.

“Y/n, may I see you in the sheriff’s office ?” You nodded hurtfully knowing things were about to heat up for you, fearing you were in trouble.

You’ve been in Barnes’ office for quite a bit of time or at least longer than usual.

“How long ?” Luke asked.

“Oh at least 10 minutes.” Garcia answered, “and he isn’t the very chatty type.” The entire team was in front of the steps that led to offices, some leaned on desks, some fidgeted in place in impatience.

“He was going to kill me, Barnes!” You screamed.

“We would’ve protected you!”

“But you didn’t!” You felt your heart sink, “you didn’t.” There was a beat too long for your own taste. As you were about to leave Linda stopped you in your tracks; “Maybe you should take the rest of the week off, take some time for yourself.” You looked back at her in disgust, shocked she had the audacity to blame it all on you. “Sure, my pleasure.” you responded almost slamming the door behind you. However, you weren’t as pleased as your pride made you claim you were.

Once you were doing your walk of shame, Garcia hugged you and handed you her favorite cat squishy toy knowing you were in distress. They all encircled around your desk as you gathered your things.

“She is making me take the week off.” you informed them.

“Yeah, we heard so.” JJ said nodding sympathetically.

“We’re with you, Y/n.” Tara said.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let us know.” Garcia told you moving her hands. “Snacks, blankets, a shoulder to cry on.”

“If I do I will, thank you Garcia but I think I’ll be fine.” When you were ready to leave, Spencer offered to drive you back which you decline. They all stood there watching you leave confused at how ‘fine’ you looked despite experiencing a near death experience.