#Clove stories

[goodluckclove]

Bay Area, California! The first I remember being exposed to through my older sister was either Inuyasha or Fruits Basket. Both huge storylines I could barely follow.

The first I actually got super into on my own was probably Ouran High School Host Club? Maybe Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni?

I will say though that Death Note was my first manga series I completed (I read some Hideshi Hino but my dad already owned that). I also cosplayed (poorly) as L the two times I went to my towns yearly anime convention. Made my own Death Note and had people sign it. That was cool..

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

[goodluckclove]

I think one of the most surreal echoes of my abuse is also the one that'll last the longest, and it flashes every time something important I have breaks. Technology, maybe - like my phone, laptop, or to some extent my e-bike.

Growing up my parents called me a thrasher. It was a common "joke" in our family that I always broke or damaged my nice things. I was the only kid that my mom had shop exclusively at Goodwill for most of my life because I stained my clothes so easily that anything else would just waste money.

As an adult the clothes things worry me less. I got pretty good at cleaning stains (Kind of seems like they could've taught me themselves instead of judging me for it, I remember thinking once), and the ones that stay I would either shrug off or cover with fun little embroidery designs.

Technology guilt lingers, though. It probably will for a while. I remember the laptop I have now, which I use every day for writing ever since my wife bought it for me, suddenly shut down one day for seemingly no reason. My wife is great with technology, obviously, and they spent maybe an hour poking around it while I loomed guiltily in the background.

My chest was tight with shame and fear. This wasn't the most expensive laptop, but it was pricey. They bought it for me, and I must've done something to break it. They must hate me. They should hate me.

Eventually they put aside the laptop and made a comment about sending me the number for customer service. Said it should still be under customer service.

"I'm sorry," I murmured weakly.

They looked up at me. "Why?"

"I did something. I must've fucked it up somehow," I forced polite curiosity and tried to see this as a learning moment. "What do you think I did wrong?"

My wife thought about that, blinking blandly into the middle distance. They shrugged. "I don't know," they said. "Maybe nothing."

I stammered, baffled. They noted my despair and frowned idly.

"Sometimes things just break," they said.

The discrepancy that comes when you realize the things that would've gotten you punished for so long weren't actual moral failings is a strange thing to bare. I think about it a lot. I don't really know what to make of it yet.

[foldingfittedsheets]

clove what’s your wildest customer service story

Clove and Ning from Faun's Love Story answer questions!

[simpingforthisonedeer]

Never Giving Up Is Our Magic!✨✨

[goodluckclove]

Hey friends Storytime about this!

So I've worked One Official, In-Office Copywriting Job at a media company in the PNW. Our content department was, at the time, myself and two other really cool people (one of whom is @renja-writes, a brilliant writer and my close friend) all led by our department manager. Let's call him Borgus.

Borgus is easily one of the best bosses I've ever had. We all worked at the same cluster of desks (open concept office because that's what soulless tech people think creates a cool work environment) and we would joke and talk a lot. He was a little shy but genuinely kind. I remember once I had to take a mental health day because I was hit by a sudden episode and couldn't get out of bed, and I told everyone I had a cold. When I came back to work the next week Borgus lingered silently by my desk until I looked at him, handed me a packet of Immunity Tea, quietly said he hoped I was feeling better and walked back to his seat.

Borgus is great we are a pro-Borgus household.

So imagine my surprise when my department gets called in for a zoom meeting on one of our work-from-home days to inform us that Borgus has been terminated. Effective immediately. They won't explain why. They won't even hint why. He's just gone. Who's the replacement? We don't know yet but that's probably fine.

(Hint: the replacement ended up being fucking nobody. We were the only department without a manager for a while before the responsibility inexplicably fell on our HR managers shoulders.)

By the time we were all back in the office news had obviously spread and no one wanted to talk about it. And since it was an open concept office where I was in the same massive room with the rest of my colleagues, there was a palpable, bleak tension in the air around us.

It was just. WAY more quiet than usual. Borgus was loved by all of us so his absence clearly rattled everyone.

At about ten thirty someone got up and went to the break room. She came back with a pitcher of handmade sangria left from the last office party (We had a lot of office parties, potentially too many) and a stack of paper cups. Without saying a word she just poured herself a drink, and then continued pouring for anyone who wanted one.

So I had too-strong sangria at like ten-thirty on a Tuesday at my Cool, Award-Winning Office Job. It was fucking weird.

I ended up leaving a few months later to work at the deli of a fancy grocery store.

[tinyrevel]

i knew you in a dream, once

[mistykoa]

I have so many crazy insane stories abt stuff that’s happened to me in val games and half of them I don’t think I can share because of the insane shit said to me

Being a woman in val is a death sentence for me

[goodluckclove]

i have another story that this reminds me of. Great reason why you should be at least civil to stage crew beyond the fact that we're what separates a production from just a staged reading.

Uh back when I did stage crew I was Assistant Stage Manager for this show called Calendar Girls, which centers around a group of older women who get together to produce a sort of pinup girl calendar to pay for the memorial of one of the main character's dead husband. It's a pretty good show. It's fine. And most of the main cast were perfectly kind people - except for this one specific actor in the main group of leads.

She was constantly passive aggressive to the stage crew. Just little jabs to me, or the stage manager, or even the props master for some reason. Typical diva, which in a community theater setting is a weird look.

Uh, but the thing about the theater I worked for is that it consistently had rats. not a full-on infestation, just a little family of rat friends that insisted on being patrons of the arts. It usually wasn't a huge issue, but I walk into the theater before a show one day and I find some other members of the crew huddled together and talking.

They inform me that the rats got into some of the food again. They found cracker crumbs and rat shit in a blanket - specifically the blanket that Pretty Mean Actor uses to drape around herself during a key scene. They didn't have time to wash it and, after having her throw a fit for a prop they replaced earlier, weren't sure whether or not they should tell her.

So - this isn't great. But we didn't. They shook it out and stayed quiet about it. In retrospect this was super dangerous for us to do, but at the moment we were stressed and exhausted and this was a person who complained any time we had to adjust anything for what was a deeply ramshackle production with little resources.

So yeah your collaboration with stage crew can drastically reduce your risk of hantavirus.

Hey, theatre kids? Hi, me again with another public service announcement about performer etiquette.

I don't care if you're the teachers/directors' favourite. I don't care if you're playing a lead. I don't care who you are really, treat your stage management team and fellow actors with fucking respect.

You don't like somebody in your cast? That's fine, but don't go spreading false rumours about them to everybody.

You don't care for the members of stage management? Well first of all, fuck you too, and secondly, don't talk shit about them when they're in the same room as you. Don't talk shit about us full stop actually, you're show would fall apart without us.

A new cast member asking a lot of questions, and it's kinda bothering you? Don't tell them to shut up to their fucking face, answer them and help them out.

I can't believe I even have to ask this? I feel like this should be common sense? But I'm watching things happen in our musical cast right now, and I feel like I need to give a friendly reminder.

Take care,

- your local fed up stage crew member.

[the-golden-vanity]

I was tagged by @clove-pinks to make myself in this Picrew and post the last song I've listened to. Thanks, Shaun! You're the best.

I'd like to tag @even-in-arcadia, @bloomrebounds, @georges-chambers, @brimstone-cowboy, and @thebaffledcaptain– only if they'd like to do this, of course. And if anyone I didn't mention would like to do this, consider yourselves tagged!

[michellerakar]

I finished my entry for the O2 A2 VN Jam: Clove's Story! Clove finds herself in the principal's office at school after engaging in a fight with her step-brother Jibu. She must talk her way out of detention with her homeroom teacher Ms. Kurano.

🎮 Play the game here!

[artificial-radiance]

[POINTING] YOU. CATTAILS WILDWOOD MOD? :O

Yeah!

@forgottensoulsart and I are working on a mod that replaces the NPCs with AU versions of Twisted Wonderland characters bhfvhbj

here are sketches of the twst mod [featured guys are riddle and azul]

azul's sketches are probably going to be redone but i love riddle's a lot; the plan is for riddle to replace krampy and azul to replace ember ^-^

A lot of work is being done to make dialogue options and gifts; we've paused a little on work for it since so many games and such we've been looking forward to playing have come out lately. Our main things we're concentrating on are the "starting" cats [which we narrowed the list to riddle, ace, deuce, azul, idia, and ortho]

At some other point I may work on smaller mods that add in OCs maybe, or character I've played as, as well as a resprite mod for the vanilla talk sprites ^-^

[goodluckclove]

Storytime about this while I eat an early slice of one of the two tiramisus I made tonight (because processing looks different to all of us, doesn't it?).

So I was going to be an English major before I dropped out of college for Brain Bad Reasons. Something I learned, vaguely tangential to this person's very real issue, is the unadulterated power of Enthusiastic Bullshitting when it comes to a lot of writing assignments.

I had to read 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea and write and essay about it. I did not like the book. It was sort of gay in the way a lot of dusty Classics of that era are for some reason. Other than that, Jules Verne had a habit of brushing over the sci-fi wonder of the Nautilis before spending like a full two pages listing the kinds of fish the main guy can see how the window. Cool. Fuck.

Anyways I realized a few chapters in that I wasn't going to absorb fucking ANYTHING unless I did something to make my experience more enjoyable. So I decided to make up a random interpretation of the book and try and annotate any line that I can say supports it.

I said the three main guys died and the Nautilis was the ferry to the afterlife. As far as I know I'm one of the only people with this weird take. But I'll be damned if I wasn't more interested in reading to find plot points and quotes I could use to support my nonsense.

I have on multiple moments in my academic career chose to make an insane argument just to find interest in an essay or writing assignment. I think I sketched an insane outline supporting why Leper from A Separate Peace was a Christ figure? Something wild for a book I also didn't really like. I spent so much time and research that I missed the deadline for the essay, but my English teacher granted me an extension once he saw my insane scrawling.

If you read the book and absorbed the themes, and make that clear in the writing, it might not actually matter that you use the source material and additional research to fuel an absolutely wild thesis statement.

i love to write. it is my most favorite hobby. talking is really fun too. i love sharing my thoughts and opinions and while also hearing others thoughts and opinions. writing is a safe haven, a quick way to share my thoughts with others. the words flow effortlessly from my brain down to my fingertips, with such quick succession.

except when its an assignment.

give me a roleplay prompt and i'll write it within 5 minutes. tell me to give a funny review for an amazon product and i'll have it down in 10.

but giving me a paragraph assignment? on a chapter of a book i dont care for?

end of the world. end of my life. end of my schooling career. cant do it. no i cant. suddenly every single word and vocabulary term i once knew is vanquished from my mind and i can no longer form a coherent opinion or sentence. might as well just give me the F now. take me out back and shoot me i guess do it in front of a live audience too, why not. who cares.

[honeynclove]

ok it’s been four years since the danganronpa fandom was popular what was up with tsumugi and incest plot lines

[sp00kworm]

HELLO TUMBLR HERE'S A SNEAK PEAK

And yes maybe I am back...

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Before you could enjoy the kiss anymore, Cal drew away, his hips twitching and his mouth open, fangs exposed as he took an unnecessary, rattling breath.

“The things you do to me.” He leaned over and kissed the soft connection where your shoulder joined onto your neck, “And what I would do for you. If only I could have you now.” He grumbled, frustrated, before he deposited you gentle back behind the bar, as though you weighed little more than a child. The perks of being a vampire you supposed – inherent super strength. If he was unfazed enough to carry you like a child, that probably meant Cal had fed recently enough.

“Later.” You promised him, “Do you want anything?” You asked.

“You. On this bar?” Cal offered as he reached for his sunglasses in his pocket and perched them on the tip of his nose. The red tinted glasses did little to hide his meaning.

“I mean more of the drink variety.” You tried to ignore the heat in his gaze, “O-negative?”

“That’ll do.” Cal rumbled as he looked down into the club, his eyes clocking regulars and newcomers faster than you ever could.

[enobariasdistrict2]

i was just thinking about what a blessing it is to be a career fan and how little details we know about them because we can make up literally anything/lore we want. which is so so cool. but also we don't know shit truly because how funny would it be if cato and clove were like distant cousins or something this entire time and we were just writing fic of them together. or for all we know they both were dating someone back home (haymitch literally canonically had a girlfriend and yet haysilee is still a big haymitch ship akdhfkdk). it's just so funny to think about because we really all collectively rolled off of vibes and it kind of came as a shock to me just now that we literally all made up a lot of stuff alfbfkfkfm

[foldingfittedsheets]

is it possible for ning to keep her tail but still float across land to be with clove?

Clove and Ning from Faun's Love Story answer questions!