#God I wish I knew how to do sprites

[hannyoontify]

warnings | lots of marriage talk, utah mom/white christian fall girl aesthetic slander

[16:40] “i’m gonna marry the fuck out of you one day.”

jeonghan’s abrupt and out of pocket statement catches you off guard and you snort loudly. “okay, casanova. why don’t you actually try asking me out on a proper date first.”

your best friend stuffs his mouth with another spoonful of the lasagna you just made him.

“i’m being serious. if your cooking is this good every single day, i might have to marry you. how does a june wedding sound?”

you placed a finger on your chin, pretending to ponder the endless possibilities of seasonal weddings as you stood behind the kitchen counter. your apron was tied snugly around your waist and your cheeks were still warm from the heat of the stove you had just been using.

“i’ve always been a fall person rather than summer…” you saw jeonghan’s eyes shine with an indecipherable glint.

“no…. baby….. please don’t tell me you’re into the white utah mom aesthetic,” he paused, then continued after a small gasp. “or the white christian fall girl aesthetic? ohhh god, i’m marrying a fiend.”

you burst into laughter when jeonghan buried his head in his hands as if he had just received news that his favorite cranberry sprite was to be permanently discontinued.

“i never said yes, loser. wouldn’t my opinion matter concerning my own wedding?” you approached jeonghan, untying your apron as you went. he leaned against the island, pressing his empty spoon against his lips as his eyes intently watched you move across the room.

“okay, then what about a september wedding? too early?”

you swatted jeonghan’s side with the wadded up apron you had in hand as you walked past him. “you’re getting way too ahead of yourself, han.”

he shot you an offended look, his jaw dropping and his eyes blown wide, as if you had accused him of murdering baby kittens. “way ahead of myself? why, you don’t wanna marry me?”

“aren’t there a million things for you to do before even considering putting a ring on my finger?” your tone was light and you were speaking in a joking manner, but some part of you wished jeonghan seriously considered you as more than just a friend. you knew this was all just a joke to him. this was just his way of playing with you. “besides, how are you so sure of yourself?”

“hm? what do you mean?” jeonghan slipped his arm around your waist, strong enough to stop you in your tracks but gentle enough for you to push past him if you really wanted to.

you didn’t. so you stayed in place, trying your best to ignore the warmth of his arm against the thin fabric of his your shirt.

jeonghan gazed at you with a serious look in his eyes—a sight rarer than him not stealing your fries to see if ‘they tasted good enough for you.’

“i mean…” your tongue darted out to nervously lick your lips. “how are you so sure of yourself? what makes you think i’ll say yes?”

he shrugged. as he did, a piece of hair shifted and fell onto his forehead and your fingers itched to put it back to place. “i’m the only one you’ve got.”

your mouth dropped open in almost offense. “did you just call me bitchless?”

he quirked a brow at you. “if the boot fits.”

you could see that jeonghan was clearly enjoying himself with the way the corner of his lips danced and struggled to stay neutral as his eyes studied yours.

“you’re being mean…” you mumbled. jeonghan silently laughed as he watched you pout, his shoulders shaking. when he finally stopped, jeonghan looked at you with an unreadable look in his eyes.

“and you’re being clueless.”

“you’re being—! huh?” you paused mid-sentence, confused as to what your best friend meant by calling you clueless. “what do you mean clueless?”

jeonghan stepped forward, causing you to stagger backwards. one foot after another, this slow chasing movement continued until your back was pressed against the marble counter of the kitchen and his arms were caging you on either side of you.

“what do you think it means?” when you didn’t respond, jeonghan pressed you further. there was a teasing lilt in his voice that told you he was enjoying this. “what do you think it could possibly mean, [name], hm?”

your eyes drifted to jeonghan’s lips for a split second. it wasn’t your fault! he was standing inches away from you and it was like his lips were screaming for your attention. you swore it was for a split of a split second, but jeonghan, that little shit, somehow caught that. he smiled and stepped a little closer.

“my lips are flattered by the attention, but they’re starting to feel a bit objectified. care to apologize?”

a wave of heat crept up your neck, painting your ears red at the notion of getting caught staring. “s-“

“mm. too late,” jeonghan pressed his finger against your lips, as if to shush you. “they’ll only settle if you give them one thing. or else you’re going to be contacted by their lawyer.”

“oh, really? what could the settlement be?” crossing your arms over your chest, you watched jeonghan as he playfully rubbed his chin with his fingers in consideration.

“i think you already know,” jeonghan shot you a knowing look. “don’t make me bring patricia and have her say it.”

patricia was the hand puppet he invented back in high school when he wanted to convince you to do something stupid with him, like skipping class. or jumping over the school wall and spraining his ankle.

“lord, have mercy.” you muttered breathlessly.

jeonghan barked out a short laugh before grabbing you by the waist, tugging you closer. his eyes never left yours. “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this.”

as your lips finally met jeonghan’s, after years and years of pining, it was everything you imagined and more. your fingers gripped your best friend—now lover’s shirt tightly when he pulled away with a bright smile on his face. jeonghan’s forehead rested on yours and he pressed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“i’m going to marry the fuck out of you one day.”

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[cradle-of-darkness]

hey!! I have lots of stuff I made for cfco (this thing!) that I really want to share and also just keep in one spot, so here's kind of a cfco """artbook""". LOTS of rambling about my ocs up ahead!!! you have been warned!!!!

old code foretold co-op art under cut ↓

first up is this little thumbnail of a mock up poster/book cover! this was made while cfco lived only in my imagination, before I actually started to seriously consider making it into something tangible. little did I know that I would eventually repurpose this design into the title art 😈

I realized this design wouldn't work vertically if i was gonna make cfco in google slides so I switched some stuff around and boom!!!! more detailed sketch!!!!!

here's a placeholder background I slapped together and used while testing out how I wanted things to look (textbox design, font, color palette, sprites). if you look closely at the background of jay and raziel's infocards you can see I used this for those since I didn't have the actual backgrounds drawn at that point. there were actually some earlier textbox designs with a little icon that was supposed to show the face of whichever character was speaking to make it more clear, but ended up cutting that since i thought it'd be unnecessary extra work for me

here's a thumbnail for what was supposed to be the final slide! I kinda wished I finished this but honestly I kinda forgot about it 😭 plus there wouldn't be a lot of room for the text in this design. I also think it's a little misleading because it implies evelyn is still In The Walls when she is not. she is elsewhere now. hopefully in therapy

some of the first iterations of jay my stupid clown son who I love oh so dearly. oh god where do I even start with him. well for starters these sketches are from OCTOBER!!!!! of LAST YEAR!!!!!! WILD!!!!!!!! anyway as you can see he's pretty different here. I can't talk about his design without saying that from the very beginning he was designed to be a foil to sylvie and I tried to get that across in just about anywhere I could. at first I just thought the idea of an "anti-sylvie" would be cool, but then that idea quickly evolved into a completely separate character.

I picked his epithet, "sunshine", to contrast "drowsy". I didn't wanna go for the exact opposite word to drowsy like "awake" or "energetic", but it got me thinking about night/day parallels and I figured I could do something with that, which made me land on "sunshine"

jay is a clown who dropped out of school and doesn't want to be taken seriously because he's exhausted from the restrictions his family put on him! meanwhile sylvie is a psychologist who graduated early and wants to be taken seriously because he craves respect and validation (possibly out of a lack of respect from his family). parallels!!! I could honestly go on and on about everything in jay's personality that foils sylvie's but I'll just stick to his design because idk if anyone else wants to hear all that 😭

so yeah uh back to his design. his mask used to cover his eyes! I changed it to cover his mouth since sylvie's glasses cover only his eyes, I thought it'd be more fitting if jay's mask covered whatever sylvie's glasses don't cover

he also had a star motif! I felt like this didn't line up with him being sun themed so I scrapped it

lots of jays!!! they're all squished together on one image because tumblr image limit

because his color palette is based off of an inverted version of sylvie's, I already knew I wanted his main colors to be blue, red/pink, black, and brown/bronze. I messed around with this palette a lot before I got it to look ok. there's some earlier versions of his design where he's more pink than red

his design here differs a little from what I ended up sticking with!!!

- the cuffs of his sleeves and his gloves got their colors switched around

- the clown nose on his mask became an actual separate piece instead of just a flat red spot

- the ruffles on his undershirt. gone

- slightly simplified bangs

- no more blue streaks in hair!!! I actually kinda wish I kept these :(

he was actually supposed to be much more outwardly malicious. like one of these characters who does whatever sounds the most fun at the moment regardless of the consequences or their morals. I thought it'd be cool if instead of the usual little shine I give characters on the side of their eyes, jay had a triangle shape towards the top of his eye that looked like a shine, but then when he gets serious and narrows his eyes, it's no longer visible and it makes his eyes look like there's no light in them

I gave him a subtle X motif because I thought it was like the opposite of a swirl. a swirl curls in on itself while an X sticks out sharply in different directions

near the top of the image is an idea for jay's "phoenix design". his powers aren't shown a lot in cfco, but I like to think that after he's defeated in a fight, he can revive himself for a short period of time... like how a phoenix is reborn 😱😱😱😱 anyway this design was supposed to be what he might look like after reviving. it needs some work but I like his hat

the bottom of this image is sketches for his sprites!!!!

and speaking of his sprites...... here's some quick sketches I made for some of his poses!!!!! I wanted his sprites to mirror the poses of some of sylvie's portraits, but with a contrasting emotion. when sylvie's angry he stands up straight and holds his arm out in an accusatory pose. when jay is happy he jolts up and reaches out his arm in delight. when sylvie is proud of himself he leans forward and gestures towards himself. when jay is nervous he jerks to one side and brings his hand to his collar out of uncertainty. can you tell how much I wanted jay to parallel sylvie

by the way while I'm on the topic I think it's worth mentioning: jay and sylvie are...... kinda maybe sorta oc x canon......... (LOUD BOOING SFX) I wrote them as friends and that's how they'll stay but I really love them together and I like imagining, in a scenario where they're both in better places mentally, they're in a qpr. ok. so what. sue me.

moving on from jay, here's one of raziel's first designs all the way from december of last year!!!! this was around when I started to roughly construct the plot of cfco in my brain. i really like how he looks here but I had to leave behind some elements of this design to prevent it from feeling too cluttered and to make them easier to redraw multiple times for their sprites. the design of their sleeves was actually based on a jacket I saw around this time that I thought looked cool

and finally here's evelyn! the first image is one of my first drawings of her along with an idea for what she would've looked like in the past. then the second is a sketch of her portrait compared to the final one. there's actually a lot I want to say about her and by extension cfco as a whole

in my head, cfco was a lot different. it just existed as little collections of scenes I would imagine that I thought I could string together and form a cohesive story out of. these little scenes started to evolve and become more complex, which made me realize I would not be able to make them into anything in that state.

cfco was going to have a much deeper plot centered around evelyn discovering a secret about how epithets function. this secret would have been a lot for one person to handle and being burdened with this knowledge would have caused her a great deal of stress, so she made a nearly impossible game which would reveal this secret to whoever wins it so that someone else can share this burden. I realized while writing the draft of cfco that at my current writing ability, I wouldn't be able to pull a story like this off, and also that whatever I made this secret would probably end up being not possible in the world of ee as more lore gets revealed, so I switched some stuff around and now it's not about that anymore, but I think a consequence of that was now the plot feels a little rushed and unpolished 😭 oh well

the mark on her chest was also originally a scar from something related to this version of the story. I wanted to keep that part of her design even though it's not a scar in the current version of her character, so it's a birthmark now

I thought the themes of "forbidden knowledge" accompanied by vague religious imagery were cool for the original idea and I had integrated these themes into the characters and story so much by that point that it'd be a waste to turn it back around so I figured I should just keep them in even if it makes less sense

raziel is very angel themed! the straps on the back of their jacket are supposed to look like angel wings. the circles all over their outfit is supposed to give the feeling of halos, or the many eyes of a seraphim. evelyn has a pomegranate shaped necklace and her hair is supposed to be shaped like a pomegranate. her surname even used to be plague-odd, pun on "play god" (which I ended up changing to a similar sounding name). raziel and evelyn also have angel numbers associated with them. raziel's is 111 (intuition) and it's present in his birthday, while evelyn's is 444 (protection) and is present in her age and birthday

that's about it!!! if you read this far thank you so much 🙏 even though it's not very good, I'm glad I made cfco after spending so long being scared to write something and share it online. not to be that guy who wants people to ask him about his ocs but if u wanna know anything else about these guys 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 u can ask 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love talking about them (especially jay. if you couldn't already tell he's the favorite child)

by the way here's all of jay and raziel's sprites. the links should hopefully work????

jay

raziel

[cosmic-navel-gazin]

Finished Felvidek and had a grand time!

Thought I'd do a lil list of things/moments/details I loved off the top of my head:

gave cursed coffee bean to a chicken and it mutated. Did it for science

game's got some twin peaks vibes, some monty python, a tad of hylics, along it a bunch of other ingredients, but it feels very much its own thing with its own identity

pear man and his daughters deserve the world, wish we hung out more

there's a fight with an invisible enemy, all your attacks miss because your guys can't see shit and I was laughing just imagining Pavol and Matej swinging their swords at nothing hoping to slay the forest fiend. Very Don Quixote, I love it.

the PS1 style cutscenes are sooooo beautiful I love them to pieces, they drip with style and charm. I knew I needed to give this game a go the moment I watched the trailer and was greeted by the cinematics. God I love them so much. And not just the syle but the directing itself, the way shots are framed, god...

I love the character portraits for everyone. There's so much detail and everyone feels unique/like an actual person with distinct features. From the Priest's very punchable face, to Pavol's grin to Josef's sexy ass... From main characters to NPCs to enemy sprites, I love everyone's design and colour coding (don't know if it was intentional but the purple for the cultists was neat, seemed to subtly imply early on that they were being funded by rich folk, since pruple is associated with nobility, power and wealth)

speaking of character design, shout-out to this lil guy, look at him please

Numnut the drunkard my beloved, I recruited him and less than a minute later he fell on flat ground into a nearby river (and drowns???). I reloaded a previous save to see if I could have him in my party a lil longer. I took a different path, got into a fight. "yay I get to see him in action!"- I thought. I used his one special move, called: 'good idea', and Numnut proceeds to punch his own face, dealing 90 damage (not even in the endgame did I deal such high numbers!). THE Character of all time, he drowned again after that and I'll never forget him.

BALLOON IN THE MIDDLE AGES! (possible Andrei Rublev reference? I can dream...)

just, the way things are worded:

cutting people's ears after killing them as spoils (and giving the ears to a maiden, as you do)

there's a quest where you have to cut a man's tattooed buttock to give to another guy, and it's all for nothing, you ruined a man's ass for nothing. I love it. The dialogue during this whole section had me dying.

I love that there's just this guy who lives in the castle's well. And our boy Pavol thinks it's a great idea to throw a bomb in there to make him come out.

this:

there's these lil inisghtful and mournfoul comments on the dead bodies you leave behind. Like, expressing regret at all the senseless violence and death or how cheap life is here. And I'm not sure if it's Pavol or Matej making them. It makes more sense for it to be Matej but I kinda like the idea of it being Pavol's comments, these small moments of introspection and realization in the midst of a drunken adventure. You've been engaging in all the violence while pissed drunk but then after you kill your opponents and look at their corpses... and it's like this sobering moment, before you're back at it with all the merry-making (I also like that a lot of these bodies don't disappear and just remain on screen, and you can see the carnage your guys leave behind in their quest)

the whole adventure felt to me like, this series of odd little events in a knight's life before it's passed down, told by and retold by different people, and after many generations it's been touched up and made more coherent and noble than the clusterfuck it actually was. Before it became a narrative I guess is what I mean

it can get a bit wordy and hard to follow but I really like the old timey way the dialogue is written and its dry sense of humour

there's these little subversions of gaming tropes that I found really fun too! Like as soon as Pavol's wife and your falling out with her is introduced you may expect a reconciliation between the two, or a moment where you have to save her and prove your worth and love to her to win her heart. As you would expect from a story with a knight and a damsel. But no she hates his guts lmao tries to murder him too! (tho I do think Pavol took her in that balloon ride at the end). There's also the fact that I am not allowed to play minigames! Josef wants to play tabletop games but your character always replies no. No minigames for you son! And like, this feels especially catered to me as someone who, more often than not, will dread whenever a game will introduce some sort of card game or the like. I was so happy that wasn't forced on me for once! Couldn't believe it. Kinda felt bad for Josef tho, I'm sorry Pavol doesn't wanna play Pexeso wth you.

the battle animations! I'm particularly fond of the eating porridge one, or the chugging down a bucket of sour cream, and the petard

the little *slaps face* animation

Pavol and Matej as a duo and the whole tavern scene with the two exchanging clothes

the lil moments of humanity where Pavol talks about his broken life and sense of self

the rare moments when Pavol stops grinning

it goes without saying but the art is absolutely gorgeous. Its nostalgic monochrome melancholy speaks to me on a deep spiritual level. Inject it directly into my bone marrow please. Shout-out also to the ost, it fucks and has tons of bangers. The Hrad track, the one that plays on Josef's castle... god... love at first listen, and have been listening nonstop for the last few days now while going on walks.

[rayroseu]

i really thought glomas malleus was the drippiest outfit design we'll ever get @ twst 💀💥💥

!! major spoilers for book 7 pt 3 !! the full body sprite of General Lilia Vanrouge obliterated me 🙏

GIRL GIRLLLL........... ARE YOU SEEING THOSE BOOTS???????? THE HEELS??? THE CLAW ENGRAVINGS?? OHHHH TO BE KICKED BY THOSE STURDY SHOES IS AN HONOR WTHHHJSJWKS😩😩😩

HEY THE LEG STRAP AND THE EMERALD DAGGERS AS WELLL!!!! KSJDJA WTF SERVING SLAY ON THE BATTLEFIELD SIR?!

there is SO MVUH TO TAKW IN my brain is barely coherent rn !!

ok the armbands were a given consideringvit was prominent on his silouette version-- but are those grey patterns a clothing or his actual skin as well??? @/MoonlightEquin1 on twt stated he has so much covering bcs of his weakness to sunlight, so I'm guessing its part of his cloth as well---SO IT MEANS HE HAS A BODY FIT SHIRT UNDERNEATH A CORSET AND ARMOR MY GOD I AM DAMNED😭💕

i lOVE HIS SKIRT?? it looks like bat wings im in AWE... and the scales with BEAD TASSELS?? do they clack together when he moves?? sounds impractical-- but totally lethal for aesthetic purposes!

also a nice reference to Diasomnia's Halloween Costume 🥺🥺 Its making me think he's wearing that in honor of the Draconia Family...

AND RIGHTT... THE B E LT HOW CAN I EVER FORGET THE BELT.... i kinda made fun for overblot malleus for tying his belt like that- BUT WHO KNEW IT LOOKED KINDA OFF WITH MALLEUS BCS ITS LILIA WHOS SUPPOSED TO ADORN IT... im sick💥

The bat motif AND HARNESSES!!!! ON HIS CHEST PLATE!!!!! YOU KNOW THE OUTFIT FUCKS IF IT HAS HARNESSES FOR ME!!!!! and is the tailor of his outfit him or some other fae?? the corset is literally glomas Malleus shirt KAJKAKSKA whoever designed this you're bringing Heaven on earth👍💕💕💕

NAD HAVE WE??? TALK ABOUT HIS MASK??? HAVE WE??? If I saw a person hunting me with that mask on in a dark forest, I'd die just from terror 9716662/10 terrific mask👍👍💕💕 oh i shouldnt forget to mention the MASSIVE FANGS OF THAT MASK... absolutely magnificent✨✨✨

and THE RED HIGHLIGHTS ON HIS HAIR???? HIS SCARF THAT KINDA WORKS AS A CAPE AND THE ENDS OF IT BEING RIPPED?? TO. DIE. FOR. 🤌👍✨😩😩😩

OHHH HOW I WISH THEY RELEASE THE DESIGN ARCHIVES FOR THIS RIGHT NOW BECAUSEEEEE IM BEGGING!!! TO SEE HIS BACK!!! I KNOW HIS HAIRSTYLE IS IN A PONYTAIL BCS HIS LONG HAIR PEEKS OUT JUST ON ONE SIDE 😳🛐

also bYEYEYYE i feel like i took 40 screenshots just from zooming in on the details of his outfit💥💥

i feel like im not doing great in expressing my compliments on his outfit by TRYING. MY VERY BEST. IN DESCRIBING IT!!!! so really, the most profound way is to just stare at it admiringly and let your sight savor the details👍😩😩🤌

REST IN PIECES my fellow lilia artists, this is our moodboard🥲💥💥 you can do it, you'll achieve drawing him in all his briar-valleys-most-esteemed-general-glory🙏🙏🙏

credits: alchemivich

[suzyblue0292]

Rewatch - Dead Boy Detectives S1E2 - The Case of the Dandelion Shrine

Is this a functioning cannery?

Edwin being their diplomat is both horrifying and hilarious, but yeah, he is actually the best choice. 

I always knew if my cat could talk he’d be an asshole.

I can’t tell how much of the seduction is real and how much is a play to get the bracelet on…

The fear on Edwin’s face as he backs off. 

I’m not sure it’s consensual if you smack a caging spell on someone first…

I wonder if the cat king returned him hours later on purpose to screw with them - it makes Edwin’s story so suspect to Charles because - how could that be all that happened - you were gone for hours!

Edwin is so stressed out and striking out at everyone. Also this makes 2 times he has mentioned hell. 

Poor Jenny does not get paid enough for this shit. 

Obviously they have not traveled much if they don’t know the mail gets forwarded.

And the sad moment we all realized it was not psychic lesbian love. 

“You’re a cursed walrus. That’s cool.” Oh Charles.

Charles does smile a LOT.

Esther was totally planning revenge before she knew they were stuck. Oh, deary me. I love her so much. 

Where do doctors still make house calls? Is it because he really is such a crap doctor?

I don’t think Edwin doesn’t care - he’s trusting Charles to handle Crystal - while he observes and puts together evidence. 

Honestly, Edwin a simple “We can’t talk to the living, you can.” Would have sufficed. Yes, Charles, stop being so nice. Western doctors refuse to treat women with any seriousness even when it’s not a magical malady so let’s not give Dr. Dehydration any props here. 

Married bickering. 

Crystal, while I don’t begrudge you poking through someone else’s library, those letters are not your business. 

Edwin’s repetitive use of “hysteria” cracks me up.

More married bickering. Right until it looks like Edwin could hurt himself, then Charles is so soothing.

Also, which one of them is more obsessed with the Cat King?

Poor Charles. Also, when you consider that Edwin’s calmness is because he’s seen so much worse, poor Edwin.

Crystal, all you do is talk about it.

Boarding school is a theme in this show. 

Everyone was staring because of the sprites, so she had to drop out of school. 

Where do all of Crystal’s clothes come from?

Niko looks so delighted at the prospect of Crystal being insane. She really is delightful.

So much of Edwin’s rudeness comes from a place of concern.

Are those women twins?

A dead child causes more trouble than a live one. Tell me how you really feel about children, Nurse Lady.

Such a cute map Niko.

I think Edwin liked, or at least respected his father. He is quoting him a hundred years after his death. I wonder if he didn’t have a better homelife than Charles and that is why he looks so stricken when Charles says “lets not talk about dads.” He doesn’t really understand that Charles was abused - in part because Charles hasn’t shared that and in part because our idea of abuse has changed over time. However - it should be noted that when Edwin himself was a small child there were reform movements, and anti-child abuse laws passed in England, so it isn’t fair to assume he was abused or would have no understanding of the notion. 

I love the relationship we’re seeing between these two. Charles’ gentle comments about Edwin’s “old-timey insults” immediately elicits a promise to be nicer from Edwin. 

Then his comments about liking Crystal because she’s like Edwin get this soft smile from Edwin and he breaks down and admits he isn’t upset with Crystal but himself. Charles is so quick to put the blame on the Cat King - even though he could scold Edwin for trapping the cat.

How does a ghost break a bone on the mortal plane? 

“I went with grab it.” Charles I love you.

“ANOTHER discussion about your impetuous behavior.” “Sure, mate.” Charles does shit like this all the time, clearly. 

The teacher in me feels such kinship with Jenny.  I wish I could say “cut the weird shit.” God knows I think it a lot. 

Me too Edwin. Me too.

I think we all sleep on how brilliant Charles really is. While Edwin and Crystal are bickering he’s reading the book and coming up with a solution.

Why does the jar float in thin air but not the book?

Edwin does care about Crystal. 

Okay Crystal’s speech to the sprite’s is so sad, but does anyone else expect a lion and hyenas to start a musical number when she says “you’ll never go hungry again”?

So rude that the sprites could just always “exit the body” this way but instead explode people. 

Love the sprites.

“But also dangerous and unprofessional. Do not do it again.” Is Edwin for “I care about you and you frightened me. Which Charles damn well knows. I suppose it would embarrass Edwin (and probably Crystal) for him to point that out though.

Charles please stop. We’re all in pain here.

Love Niko’s confidence.

Charles is so happy to collect new friends. 

Oh my god. So many ghosts.

Esther, my queen. 

The spellwork sequence is so cool. 

I know Monty comes off all sweet later but his grin is evil. 

[triforce-of-mischief]

Over and Done

Summary: After Legend is sedated and treated, Warriors feels guilty about what he did. Time lends a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on.

Word count: 1000

AO3

Warnings: brief mention of triggering words/procedure

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For better or worse, the army camp was much quieter at night. Any injured soldiers had been tended to and plans for the next day had been made by the commanding officers, so most of the camp’s inhabitants were taking the opportunity for some well-deserved rest. Legend was among them, his sound sleep unaffected by the events of the previous day.

Warriors, on the other hand, was wide awake. Though the camp was far from silent, it was peaceful enough that Warriors was finally alone with his thoughts. They weren’t particularly pleasant thoughts, and the rustling of the tent flap was a welcome distraction.

“Hey, Sprite,” Warriors said instinctively.

A voice that was much deeper than the one who had answered to that name during the war said, “Lucky guess. It’s been a while since I’ve heard that one.”

“What are you doing up so late, old man?”

“Same as you, I’d guess. Our veteran gave us quite the fright today.”

Battle-worn hands smoothed over smaller, bruised knuckles. “I’d say that he gave himself the biggest fright.”

The older man hummed as he eased himself down to sit beside the captain. “Care to elaborate?”

“He…” It felt wrong to speak for Legend, but the vet had said that his phobia was on a need-to-know basis. Warriors knew that Legend trusted Time, and Warriors needed somebody to talk to. “He’s afraid of needles. It’s really bad. The medics aren’t trained for this and I don’t even want to think about what would have happened if I hadn’t intervened. The kid was caught in a panic attack, Time, and the medic just ordered some soldiers to restrain him so they could inject him with a sedative. They didn’t know that he has trauma from physical restraint, they just saw a disobedient patient and treated him as such.”

Anger simmered below the surface, making Warriors’ voice shake as he continued. “And I wasn’t there. He was scared and he needed me and I was almost too late. I promised him that nothing would happen before he was ready, that I would be there for him… and I was so close to breaking that promise.”

“But you didn’t,” Time pointed out.

“…No, I didn’t,” Warriors agreed. “I was able to intervene and buy him some more time. That’s all he needed, was a minute to calm down but the medic just wouldn’t leave him alone. I did my best to negotiate with them while keeping an eye on Legend because he was close to hyperventilating at every sudden move. I held him and… gods, Time, it felt like holding a little kid. I know that he’s practically an adult and a veteran hero in his own right but when he’s scared, he just makes himself so small.”

Legend seemed small even now, prone and bundled in bandages and blankets. One limp hand fit easily in Warriors’ own as the captain gave it a gentle squeeze that he knew he couldn’t feel.

“He didn’t want the medic anywhere close to him after what they did,” Warriors said, remembering the stubborn glare that Legend had given them. “But he was stalling, and he needed to be treated.”

Time frowned. “I’m sure it was hard to go against his wishes. Sometimes we can’t make everything perfect for the greater good-”

“No,” Warriors interrupted. “I would never betray Legend’s trust like that. He didn’t want the medic to touch him, so I didn’t let them.”

Time paused, glancing down at the boy who was sleeping off the sedative in his system. “Then how…”

“I did it,” Warriors whispered. “I told Legend to wait and keep his eyes closed so he didn’t- so he didn’t have to see me holding the syringe.” He swallowed hard, willing the tears to stay back. “Time, he was terrified. I was scared too, it took everything I had to keep my hands steady because I was worried that I would be too slow or angle the needle wrong… I did everything I could, and I still hurt him.”

Time lifted his arm, a silent invitation that Warriors could decline if he wasn’t up to it. The captain needed this, however, and gladly let the old man pull him close, leaning against his side. Was this how Legend had felt, clinging to physical comfort through a whirlwind of anxiety?

“You didn’t hurt him,” Time said, entirely too sure of the truth he spoke. “You caused pain, yes, but it took an incredible amount of trust for him to let you do so. From what you described, Legend could have been even more hurt if it was the medic holding the syringe. You helped him.”

Warriors closed his eyes, unwilling to see the face that had recently held so much fear and pain, caused in part by him. “I did both. I helped him and I hurt him. I’ll never forget the sound he made while I injected the drug…”

He could still hear an echo of it; a high, keening whine that rose to a heartbreaking sob. Warriors had felt like he couldn’t hug him fast enough.

“What if he wakes up and he doesn’t trust me anymore? I know that isn’t how he felt after the stitches but this is different, this time I made it worse-”

“Wars.” Time’s stern tone pulled Warriors just enough out of his spiral, and he let the old man speak. “You singlehandedly freed Legend from restraint, gave him time to prepare, and didn’t let him face his fear alone. He’s lucky to have you, and I’d be surprised if he doesn’t feel that way.” A fond smile split Time’s face as he continued, “Now, he probably won’t say as much because we all know how our veteran feels about showing his emotions.”

Warriors chuckled, running his thumb along Legend’s wrist.

“You did your best,” Time said, resting his hand on Warriors’ and Legend’s intertwined. “I’m proud of you both for refusing to give up on each other.”

[oodlyenough]

6-2 magical turnabout

I gotta admit I was deeply skeptical of this one, because it felt weird to jump back to Apollo and Athena and Japanifornia after the tutorial, and I'd heard about the uh questionable way Phoenix and Trucy's relationship is handled, and the Gramarye retcon stuff was a mess ...

but I actually really liked it! At least as much as Turnabout Academy, where I think they are similarly "so dumb it loops back around to being fun" (not a bad place to be for an AA filler case). What gives this one the edge is that SOJ has actual gameplay again. Thank fucking god. I can click things! I can investigate! There are minigames! I have to solve puzzles myself instead of waiting for NPC Athena to do it for me! These are the most basic elements of an AA game and somehow Dual Destinies had none of them, making SOJ feel like a revelation. So I think that makes this my fave case since AA4? Wow

Anyway let's get into it

I like the idea of defendant Trucy. Trucy was so ignored in AA5, and even in AA4 where she was a major player we rarely dealt with how she honestly feels about things. So it was nice to explore that a little more. Being a defendant is a rite of passage for an Ace Attorney character. She's all grown up now.

A magic show as the scene of a murder is a really fun idea also. It just gives great excuses for the shenanigans that take place in any murder case, and the solution feels less contrived bc it is with a perpetrator and a set design where those things are expected and facilitated naturally without a shit ton of contrivances and coincidences.

Apollo and Athena, for all my complaints about how they cannibalize each other's screentime just by simultaneously existing, are a fun team. And this time we actually got a lot of interactive banter because we actually got to CLICK STUFF wow so great much gameplay.

I do really enjoy Athena. I wish this franchise would get out of the habit of creating these interesting but half-baked characters just to park them immediately in the next instalment to create more interesting but half-baked characters. I have the rest of SOJ to go but I don't imagine Athena will have much of a role to play in it, just like how Apollo got shafted in DD to make way for Athena, and Trucy fared even worse. The main cast is so bloated the games can't balance everyone.

I am THRILLED Ema is back. Some of her new sprites are sf cute too. Overall, I have to compliment SOJ's sprites, which are very detailed and have lots of different animations. Many characters have new/more expressive ones, and they look way better than DD's 3D models.

The Gramarye lore is a hot mess. I do not believe the new writer remembered that Trucy is a Gramarye on her MOM'S side, since apparently the "Gramarye creed" was "passed down from my father, from his father", making it... the Enigmar creed. I also, generally, could probably have done without some of the way the Gramaryes were discussed here. They were pretty obviously a toxic shitshow nightmare in AA4, and Phoenix explicitly wants to protect Trucy from the truth of that. Here, we introduce the Jonkler out of nowhere, and have him cursing Magnifi and taking his revenge on ... the toddler... and it's all just a little bit weird. The poster of him being CANCELLED is the funniest thing I've ever seen though so I can forgive a lot of it just for that.

Also where is my man Valant. Why the hell would Trucy invite the Onceler to her show and not him lmao. Justice for Valant!!

I've also never wished Apollo knew his heritage more than in that last bit where Tony Stark was raving about how he defeated the "last" Gramarye lmao.

Nahyuta is ... fine so far. Honestly I know he's so unpopular in fandom but he's kind of fine so far? Not an immediate fave, but not even in my bottom two. The bit where he talks about studying Japanifornian culture made me think of the Dalek that "knows everything" because it downloaded the internet in 2013.

I've been semi-spoiled for Apollo and Nahyuta having a history together, and I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised that the game is not concealing this, but teasing it right from the off. I liked that in Apollovision his dialogue box is labelled "Nahyuta" even though everyone in-dialogue is calling him by his surname. I suspect this might be more a game dev limitation (character limit?) than anything else, but even if that's the case, it's a happy coincidence. The real test will be if they manage to stop Nahyuta and Apollo from feeling like a redux of Edgeworth and Phoenix, or Athena and Blackquill. Much of my issue with the end of DD was that it felt like we were just revisiting the trilogy's greatest hits without the same depth. But... whatever. I'm intrigued enough, at this point.

The biggest problem with this case, the elephant in the room, is Phoenix, who is inexplicably not there for his daughter's debut, did not even send flowers (apparently), and does not even talk to her on the phone in the last scene. This is exceedingly stupid and reeks of a total narrative oversight because they're not even trying to make some kind of point about Nick being a bad father. It's just a total lack of thought or effort. But ... anyway I have a whole other post written up about how Trucy and Phoenix's relationship is written in all the games, so, more on that another day, I guess. TL;DR Canon is a liar sometimes.

The "Gramarye[Enigmar] Family Motto" stuff, which is already so similar to the Mia Fey wisdom, could've just been collapsed into one thing: Trucy as a performer adapting that lawyer motto to her own life would be a nice way to show how Trucy is influenced by Phoenix, as well as Apollo and Athena. But uh, well, the game doesn't seem to care much about Trucy and Phoenix, so. I also find the "smile though your heart is breaking" mantra, including the JUDGE telling Trucy to look happy lmao??!?!, is like, kind of weird tonally, to the degree where I wonder if there's a culture gap happening. But I don't know enough about Japan to say.

Overall, though, I enjoyed this case. SOJ is off to an OK start with me so far, at least in comparison to DD.

[officialleehadan]

Center Island

Myth and Magic

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The Sky Kingdom was unlike anything Seften had ever imagined.

Great islands floated in the sky, encrusted with ice. Flying residents filled the skies around them, darting here and there like a flock of starlings in the autumn sky as they went about their business, sometimes in clusters, and sometimes flooding out of the way for a larger flyer. They were not with the only dragon in he sky, although to Seften’s eyes, Hoarfrost was the biggest.

Bridges strung between the many islands in a spiderweb, although it was clearly more organized than it appeared. None of the flyers seemed to tangle themselves in the long, hanging bridges, and none of the walkers aboard the bridges were ever knocked free by the flyers.

The buildings were a mash of all kinds of cultures, from the steep-sloped rooves of the far north, to the many-layered stucco buildings of the desert folk, wrought here in ice, not clay.

As they circled, Seften realized there were markets in the heart of every island. Bright with banners and the wares of a dozen peoples or more, they were comfortingly similar to the ones on the ground. Whatever else was going on in this strange place, the people were still people, and Seften knew how to manage himself around them.

Mithale was smiling, her cheeks bright with the cold air around them. As they were flying, she had dropped the illusions she wore on the distant ground. It was, she had explained, easier to be recognizable here.

Not all of the people who filled the Sky Kingdom were welcoming to visitors, but most would recognize her on sight, and few of them would be willing to pick a fight if they did.

The story of her final mission with Aelsrik, to fight a mad god, was well-known. That she was here, alive and breathing, told everyone that she, at least, had survived it.

(The main landing pad is just there,) Hoarfrost said, just a little grumpy still, although it was clear that he was pleased to be back in the Sky Kingdom. He was a creature of the deepest ice, and he enjoyed the biting cold of this high kingdom. (You said that is where you wish to go?)

“it is,” Mithale called to him. “We’re meeting Fimbul Farwinter.”

(I don’t care who you’re meeting,) Hoarfrost huffed, although Seften suspected it was a lie. The dragon was close friends with Mithale’s lost husband, and he was helping them now in the hopes of rescuing Aelsrik. He might grumble and hiss about it, but no dragon did anything they didn’t want to do. If he was really as annoyed about the whole thing as he pretended, he would never have allowed them into his lair in the first place. (Why do you want a little ice sprite?)

“She knows how to find and capture lightning-charged tornadic cloud-ice,” Mithale explained. Seften’s breath caught in his throat. Mithale had explained cloud-ice to him, but he knew as well as anyone that capturing a component with several elemental traits in one was difficult at best. To capture cloud-ice, which was water and ice at once, with lightning and the winds of a tornado… it was power unlike he could imagine. Then again, that was true of all the components Mithale needed for her spell. “And I know her price to do it.”

(Do you need anything of my people?) It was an oddly hesitant question considering how annoyed Hoarfrost was with them, but again, his fondness for Aelsrik must be driving him forward. (Are any of your components of dragonkind?)

“If they were any you could give, I would call on you before any other,” Mithale said and leaned forward to press her hand to the dragon’s neck. “I already have a dragon heart, torn from an enemy that would have laid waste to this world. I would not take yours, my friend, when the heart of an enemy serves my purposes as well and does not cost the life of a friend.”

Hoarfrost didn’t answer, but he did rumble beneath them, and circled down onto the wide landing pad that boasted enough room for a dozen dragons Hoarfrost’s size. He swooped down according to some unseen signal, and landed almost delicately on the great landing field.

Before Seften could move, the dragon trotted out of the way of the other creatures coming in to land, towards an area that was clearly designed for larger flyers carrying passengers. He stopped next to a tall staircase and planted himself beside it. (As requested. Here you are.)

The dismissal was clear. Seften wasted no time gathering up his bedroll and steadying Mithale as she did the same to dismount from their barely-willing ride. When they were on the sand-salted ground, Mithale circled to face Hoarfrost head-on. For a moment Seften wondered if they would fight, certainly Hoarfrost had already tried to harm them once, but instead, she let the dragon press his nose to her belly.

(When the fledgling comes,) he said, and nosed her so gently she didn’t even rock on her heels despite his great size. (And you have recovered Aelsrik, come to see me. No child should live their life on the ground.)

“We will,” Mithale promised, and bent to kiss the dragon between his eyes. He hissed at her, but even to Seften, who knew little of dragon noises, it sounded playful. “Thank you. You’ve given us the priceless gift of time. It would have taken moons to get here without you.”

(Get him out of Hell. I still owe him a debt, and I don’t want to go to the Shadow Gates to pay him back.)

With those final words, he leapt for the sky, and left only a rush of ice-scented wind in his wake.

Mithale watched him go and sighed, one hand pressed to her still-flat belly. When he was out of sight, she turned to Seften and offered him a smile as she bound up her bedroll and tucked it back into her pack.

“Come on,” she said as he did the same and made himself ready to follow her wherever they were going next. “We have an appointment with an ice sprite to keep.”

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Myth and Magic: (FULL COLLECTION)

A Found Connection (Subscriber Only!)

Train to Spell (Subscriber Only!)

While We Walk

Night Burn

Storming Hell

Blood of a King

Terrace Legends

Fire in the Ring

Battle Scars

Shadowmelt Hell (Subscriber Only!)

Snow Dusting (Subscriber Only!)

Glacier Wall 

Into the Sky

Center Island (New!)

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MASTERLIST

[cherry-dr0p]

I WISH TO RAMBLE!! IM NOT GONNA INCLUDE IMAGES BECAUSE I DONT WANNA BUT HERE WE GO

HUGE TWF4 SPOILERS

I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY!!!

Im not gonna lie, the start kinda had me like "This is what I waited ages for?" But then when the animatronic testing came around, thats when my interest truly started to pick up.

First of all, WHY WOULD YOU TGINK THAT FACIAL RECOGNITION FOR ANIMATRONICS IS A GOOD IDEA??? GENUINELY DID NO ONE HAVE THE COMMON SEMSE TO GO "HM, THIS MAY END NOT GOOD". Like I kind of understand the appeal for it because they may want the kids to feel,, more connected to the animatronics?? I dunno. But like?? I can understand for that time period the desire to have the animatronics interact with the audience (Not saying its a good idea but at least I can understand with this one why they may think it is in my head), but cmon..

Then from what I remember, the sprites came. And Good god did they creep me out slightly when I first saw them, especially Edd and Molly. I dunno, there was something extra creepy in my eyes seeing kids' faces messed up like that. Crazy. I also screamed when I finally saw "Bon" because Ive been keeping up with the Twitter TWF community somewhat, which means I already technically knew about "Bon". It was pretty cool to have him finally introduced in the actual story himself. Also Charles and Susan talking about Felix's addiction and if they should tell Rosemary and Jack(?) is crazy.

Aaaahhh but then the scene with Jack came around. Was rooting for him ngl. I honestly thought he died at the well scene but I dont see any correlation to that quite yet,, mayhaps. Felix almost jumping did make me feel a tiny bit bad for him bit like,, still. Fuck you Felix. I still hate him and 100% think hes getting what hes deserving. He feels guilty? Good. He should.

I cant remember if the Susan scene comes after this or not but I erm uh,,, That was VERY well done!! It gave me chills how you could still hear her breathe. Genuinely. The blood as well and Rocket closing their eyes?? Crazy. The jittery animation drove me insane, it was such an amazing detail that made things far more uncomfortable.

I cant remember where abouts the other Felix scene came but,, HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH ROCKET. I DUNNO,, DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN TAKE IT WITH YOU?? PUT IT IN YOUR HOME OR RESTAURANT?? WHY DID YOU THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA. I SWEAR, MY GUY HAS NEGATIVE BRAINCELLS... But I also think we all know why he's so attached,, him getting haunted by the kids is wild.

The last scene very much makes me think "Bon" is Jack. I unno, very much could be wrong but just the way he talks and is dressed makes me think he is. The fact that he knows so well of what hes talking about and the voice,, maybe the general face shape too. Me thinks its either Brian(Ive saw that theory floating around) or Jack, but Im more leaning towards Jack. It also freaked me out slightly the way Susan came on all deformed too, that was freaky. The voices of all the characters in this new afterlife were very VERY cool too. And the whole mask being given and "Bon" talking about making her "beautiful" too? That was cool. The scene with Edd and Molly debating whether to save Susan too filled my heart with a weird sort of awe. They have a great relationship as siblings together imo, I do very much love their dynamic.

It'd be cool to see the other two episodes for the finale which I think are coming out very soon!! Which is very exciting!! I 100% reccomend TWF4, it's phenomenal and the wait was 200% worth it in my eyes. You can definitely see the developers heart and soul being put into this project, which is very nice to see. In my eyes, you dont see it often. I dunno if I missed out a scene or two from my rant but overall? I adored watching this (Ive already told some of my friends to watch it >:3).

Rant over anyways, buh bye for now :3

[eadanga]

How Much I Love You

Sawyer leans against the fence as he watches the sunset he pulls out his phone and smiles as he sees a picture of him and his wife Gabrielle. He sighs and he recalls the first day he saw her…

****

Sawyer sits on his horse and looks around at the field he nods as he pats his horse “Looks good I think we can” He pauses as he notices someone standing by their car and sees smoke coming out the engine “Hm looks like someone’s having car trouble I’ll go see if I can help them” He rides up to the person and he stops for a moment as he takes a good look at her his lips part as he drinks her in “My God she’s so beautiful” He grins “Well looks like it’s Sawyer to the rescue” He kicks his legs and spurs his horse forward

****

Sawyer grins as he scrolls through the pictures since that day they’ve never been apart. Ever since she helped them save the ranch they’ve been closer than ever. Sawyer knew in heart that this was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He remembers the day he proposed to her…

“We’re almost there” Sawyer covered her eyes as they walked through the field

“Sawyer where are you taking me hope I’m not stepping in anything”

Sawyer chuckles “No I’m looking out for you don’t worry nothing disgusting yet” They keep walking for a while till he stops “We’re here”

He removes his hands and Gabrielle grins at the sight of the beautiful starry sky “Wow Sawyer this is amazing”

“I’m glad you love it”

“Sawyer look a shooting star make a wish”

“Don’t need to”

“Why not?”

“Because only you can make my wish come true”

“Sawyer what do you” Gabrielle gasps as she sees him down on one knee

“Gab from the first”

“Yes!”

Sawyer laughs “You didn’t even let me finish come on Gab I spent hours rehearsing this”

Gabrielle giggles “I’m sorry continue”

“From the first time I saw you I knew you were the one for me you were so beautiful that day and ever since I’ve never wanted to leave you I love you with everything within me so will you marry me?”

“Yes I will Sawyer”

Sawyer grins as he slips the ring on her finger he stands and pulls her closer “See you made my wish come true no need for stars”

Gab giggles “I love you Sawyer”

“I love you too forever and always

****

Sawyer sighs “God I love that girl I can’t wait till” He hears a car pull up into the driveway and he immediately runs to the house and sees Gab come out of the car

“Gab!” Sawyer lifts her up and spins her around

She laughs “Sawyer put me down!”

He sets her down and kisses her deeply “I missed you baby”

“I missed you too”

“How was your parents?”

“Great they missed me as I much as I did we spent as much time as we could went everywhere”

“I can’t wait to hear all about it and pictures baby”

“Of course but first I have something to tell you” She hands him a baby onesie that says See you in May daddy

Sawyer’s eyes widen “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes I am found out yesterday in”

She’s cut off by Sawyer kisses her deeply “Oh God this is the best news I’ve heard all day I love you Gabby”

“I love you too Sawyer”

Sawyer knees down “I love you too little boy or girl I can’t wait to meet you” He kisses her stomach then stands “Me and my beautiful wife and our baby sounds so amazing” He kisses her cheek

Tags: @mfackenthal @indiacater @choicesgodfanatic @the-soot-sprite

[jkpfr]

OC-tober Day 1: Fave OC

As I announced on my main blog here, I will be participating in beweird's OC-tober prompt list across blogs. This is the blog that I'll use to either write something for an OC, or talk about the writing of an OC. For Day 1, I will be doing the latter.

Fave OC? That's like asking me who's my favourite child. (It's whoever's closest at the time of asking.)

I don't really have a single favourite OC, and my brainrot can sometimes move from OC to OC, cast to cast. Still, if you know me, you'll know I'm a hypocrite if I don't choose Jan.

Oftentimes, when I think about my "main biases", the list will be something like Jan, Akiro, Keith, Benjamin, Hermès, Artémis. But God knows I've had periods of having intense Rin brainrot. I'll even brainrot on an OC who's supposed to be a side character from time to time (looking at you, Ashley). Still, Jan and Akiro are my most specialest of boys, and I'll have to go for Jan because at least his creation wasn't an act of God.

(...You'll have to ask me more details about that if you wish to understand. I guess it makes Akiro sort of like Jesus. Somewhat.)

Jan is one of my most well-known OCs because he is currently a character in my very long Danganronpa-style story, @murderfabrication. Among this cast, he is one of the few characters I'd created long before I planned to have a fangan, for an independent story. He's fighting with Noah for the award of oldest (creation wise) on a technicality.

Here is the boy as he appears in Murder Fabrication (which is a passion project I recommend you read), although this is by far not my favourite iteration of his design-wise. Because of the cruelty ingrained in this story, Murder Fabrication Jan is stuck in his boring school uniform and doesn't get to show off either his dazzling sense of style, or an important item that he is now left to wear in secret. I really wish to stop using the Danganronpa sprite artstyle at some point, because despite being accurate, it makes him look weird, like I can't get across how his hair would feel, how handsome and special and pretty-boy-ish he's supposed to be.

I created Jan when I was 15. Once their outline exists, I tend to view my characters over time as though I'm learning to know them, rather than coming up with them. Because of that, it seriously feels to me as though Jan and I grew together. He is in fact the character that makes me feel the most like I "learned to know him": there are many aspects of his personality and story I knew were right from the start, but I didn't know why or the details of how - I might even have been awkward at writing them because of that; and it's as I gained more knowledge about the world, myself, people in general, and as I spent more time thinking about Jan, that those things eventually started to make sense.

Although I have at times used Jan in Alternate Universes where I changed aspects of who he was on purpose, I don't think there's anything I've ever retconned about his "default" personality and story. There are obviously things I'd write differently by virtue of no longer being 15 years old, things I might opt out of saying because they're better off implied, things I'll emphasise more, etc.; but rather than rewriting his story to make it better now that I'm a better writer, with Jan, it really appears that I'm getting to know him - most likely as I become a better writer.

"Something I knew I wanted him to do, but I didn't know why"? Now I know what it means. "A part of his backstory I knew was included, but I didn't know when"? Now I do. It didn't really require any effort. He lives in my head constantly. Akiro is very much the same, though it comes across slightly differently, because of the act-of-God thing.

I'm most satisfied with his writing in Murder Fabrication. Being seen from the third person benefits Jan greatly. I'm satisfied with the way I've presented him as the shockingly nice and charming young man that he is, while using his actions, his surroundings, and his rare missteps as tools to hint at what else there is to say about him. Jan is an interesting character to write in my opinion, because he's the stereotype of the perfect, perfectly handsome man, but from knowing him by heart, I know what it is that makes him so realistic. And it's that aspect that makes him so near and dear to me.

Here's an example I think is a good instance of Neo, Murder Fabrication's protagonist, noticing what makes Jan succeed at being perfect: in a certain chapter of the story, Neo enters the dining room while Jan is in the kitchen, in the middle of preparing hot cocoa for someone else and himself. When he comes out of the kitchen, Jan gives Neo a cup of tea, apologising for not having enough time to prepare a third hot cocoa for him. Neo is touched, and the tea tastes "ridiculously good".

He quickly notes that the tea is sweetened, just like he likes to drink it. After listening to Jan's chat with the other person, he notes to himself that the tea isn't perfect because Jan, a talented pianist, is somehow also a master of making tea. What made the tea so good was the good timing, the attention paid to his tastes - both liking tea in the first place, and the amount of sugar he puts in it -, the care he put into making it, and that his way of offering made him desire it.

(...Though what does the effort I put into writing Jan accurately to who he really is mean to anyone if I don't eventually make the ever-popular ship Akijan canon? No one shall know, as I continue to insist... not canon. ✍(◔◡◔) )

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Pt. 132- The Star

Summary: Josie reels from her dream. She and Haldir arrive in Dorwinion City. Thranduil has an undisclosed plan. Josie catches a glimpse from that dream. Narcisse and Josie have words. Josie is unexpectedly cornered. A vision is shared which leaves Josie emotionally reeling.

*Warnings* angst, language, gambling

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"Leean!!" you shouted as you sprung up off of Haldir's shoulder that you had somehow ended up on in your sleep.

"Jo, it is alright. You were dreaming."

You grabbed your chest and closed your eyes as you panted in relief.

"God, what the hell did I just dream? and...I...I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep."

"You were singing and then you slowly stopped as your head rested against the wall. You do not remember me pulling you over to me? You woke up for a a moment and then fell right back asleep as soon as your head laid upon my shoulder. I am sorry, you just looked so uncomfortable."

"No..I...it's alright Haldir. I guess I was just more tired than I realized. Wh..where are we?"

"You arose just in time my lady. We are at the pearly gates of Dorwinion City."

You stretched up to see the huge river surrounding the colossal city. Most of the it looked dead under the onsetting twilight sky except for the shore line, which is where you were headed, but first, a ferry was needed.

There were many boats about on the partially fog covered water, going to and from the lighted bay area. You and Haldir exited the carriage that was parked on the docks by many other ones....and then you saw it. Narcisse's carriage. It was very distinguishable due to the kingly appearance of it. Upon it sat a hunched over snoozing coachman. Your coach sat back and relaxed as he pulled out a flask to indulge in.

"Great. Our driver is going to get sauced while he waits."

"Do not worry Jo, the horses know the way back."

Haldir grinned after his quite cute joke.

"Hilarious." you giggled.

"Come with me. Your chariot awaits my lady."

Haldir took your hand and helped you onto the people filled ferry, and off you all charted across the darkened busy waters.

"So, are you going to tell me why you really wanted to come here tonight?' Haldir asked as you all disembarked the ferry.

"What do you mean? I told you, I need a break from life, if that's what you want to even call it."

"I thought you needed a break from Narcisse, but here we are. Jo, I know he is here."

"And so is half of Dorwinion's residents among others."

"And I could have taken you anywhere to give you a break."

"What are you getting at Haldir?" you scoffed as you turned and halted. "It's a party. I wanted to go. Where else could we have went??"

"The beach maybe, with some wine. You are deflecting Jo."

"The beach? The only beach is right there at the castle that I wanted to escape from for awhile. I'm not deflecting. I'm dehydrated, so let's go get some of that wine." you snarked and continued on your path.

"Right..." Haldir retorted as he rolled his eyes and led the way.

"It would seem the King of Mirkwood is feeling better I see." Jareth declared as he and Harker came into the room to find him standing. "That is good, because you have much explaining to do."

"It would seem you would be the one to explain why I have a wound in my side." Thranduil retorted, toying with them as if he did not know how it got there, but he knew very well what had occurred.

"So the Elvenking thinks he is going to deny that he left his own body and traveled to see his Queen. What kind of fool do you take me for sprite?"

"Are you certain you wish me to answer that?"

"Insults will get you in a far worse scenario than you are in, so I suggest you cooperate."

"Why would I go to see a witch that I despise? All of this is your doing because I will not bow to your commands."

"And after ALL of this, you still refuse to assist me. You could be free, just like that, and go back to your son and perfect little kingdom of disgusting light."

"What you are telling me is if I just agree to your terms, I can walk out of here right now? And you would just believe that I would keep my word?"

"Oh of course not, for I am no fool as you believe. Harker...I think our guest is in need of some more therapy and it will continue to be rendered until I get the results I desire...and only then will you go free. How much are you willing to endure...King? You see, I cannot have any discrepancies in my objectives. Harker, have him taken back to the cage, but first I must speak to you on what needs to be done this time."

The two wicked warlocks left the room while Thranduil turned to the mirror and spoke through clenched teeth.

"I will be free. You will not break me. Not this time. It is you that will be broken..."

As you and Haldir traveled through pathways in between buildings, goosebumps came over you.

"Haldir! Stop!"

"Jo?? What is it??"

"This...place...the buildings, the street...." you anxiously explained as you stared down at the cobblestone beneath your feet. "I...I literally just dreamt of this place!"

You began to frantically look around, searching for the man you had seen.

"Jo, what are you looking for?"

Your eyes kept darting around through the people, and then....you saw him.

"Him!!" you loudly whispered and sprinted off.

'Jo!!" Haldir shouted and raced off after you.

The black cloaked figure whipped around a corner as if he knew he were being followed.

"Wait!! Who are you??" you called to him, but as you came around the corner, he was gone.

You spun around in circles, searching everywhere with your widened eyes....and you smelled it...the lavender and vanilla lingering in the breeze.

"Haldir, did you see him??"

"Who, Jo?? What is wrong??"

"The man in the cloak?? Haldir?? You're an elf, you didn't sense anyone...different?"

"Jo, with all due respect, everyone here is different to me."

"Arrrrgh! You do not smell that??"

"I smell the delicious food coming from that door just over there that we are headed to."

"Oh my god, you are such a man elf...whatever!"

You figured if the man that you saw was anything other than that, Haldir would have picked up his scent long before you ever saw him. You took a deep breath and exhaled...in which you also then smelled the inviting food.

"Jo...WHO are you looking for?"

"It was the man in my dream. He was just here, which is actually a good thing, meaning he's nowhere near Leean. Haldir, he said her name and you know my dreams always mean something."

"I know they do. Try to relax. Did you see his face?"

"I did in my dream...but I do not know him. He's tall, dark and handsome. Blue or green eyes."

"Jo, you just described a multitude of the men here."

"Well, maybe he's going to the party. Let's just go inside. I need a multitude of drinks."

'Me too." Haldir muttered as he opened the door.

As soon as you walked in, there stood Narcisse with a young dark haired boy in fancy attire, maybe twenty, at a gambling table. You had seen him at the castle a few times but didn't know who he was.

Although you were dressed up, you still felt out of place, for when Lola said it was rich people, that surely was an understatement. Most wore attire fitting for Kings and Queens. You may have been a Queen, but no one could surely know that in your simple pale gray dress, decorated with frilly flowers lining the neckline and a tawdry necklace you borrowed from Lola. You didn't dare wear the emerald in public, so Haldir wore it stuffed inside his tunic because you certainly wouldn't risk going anywhere without it. You missed your moonstone pendant, but it needed to be in safe keeping as well, with Garrett and with that thought, you knew you would see him again, if only for that reason.

Servants carried around trays of hors d'oeuvres and drinks, mostly champagne and wine, but Haldir went straight for the wicked Dorwinion ale that he greatly enjoyed. Even the servants, all female, were dressed better than you.

You took a glass of wine as you stood behind the crowd and peeked through at Narcisse, who strangely was empty handed in the spirits department. You figured him to be slamming them back by now, like he was when you saw him back at the castle. This raised your suspicions even more that he intended to participate in the midnight madness underground, and wanted to be clear headed.

Haldir was speaking to a few men at the beer table whom he seemed to be acquainted with. From the bits you heard while your eyes creeped on Narcisse, it was about his jewelry making skills that many there were fond of, which reminded you of the dreamcatcher you left under your pillow in your cursed old room back at the castle, along with the letter you wrote to Thranduil. Surely the servants that cleaned the rooms must have found them by now and you were going to inquire about that when you returned. among other items such as Garrett's Bon Jovi album.

Since Haldir was in his own little world at the moment, you slowly moved through the crowd to view the game of craps, which seemed to be the most popular and biggest one, for it was centered in the room. You continued to stand behind some taller people and gazed through the gaps when you could, catching glimpses of a big bald and drunken man rule the game. Loud cheers startled you each time he won because you were just too small to see all that was happening, until the people in front of you moved on, leaving you in plain sight.

Narcisse was talking to the boy and began to glance in your direction as if he could sense you, his sparkling blue eyes wandering about...and then they found yours.

You stood frozen as he looked at you in shock, lowering your eyes as your heart raced.

Why on earth were you so on edge of him knowing you were there? It wasn't like you could hide from him all night, and why were you even hiding? You purposely came there for him, in fear of what he might get himself in to. It unnerved you that you even cared after what he had done...but you did.

You spun around to stupidly walk away as if he had not seen you or would come after you, because that's exactly what he did, cutting you off mid retreat.

"Well well well, what do we have here? I thought I smelled cherries."

You gasped, almost spilling your wine as you swiftly halted or you would have ran straight into him.

"Cat got your tongue girl?" he asked as you stood speechless, inhaling the whiff of his peppermint scent that carried behind his abrupt interception of you.

God that was the same thing Thranduil had said to you when you first stood before him and your reaction hadn't been any different either as you peered up at Stephane with a loss for words. Of course, when you found your voice this time, you were your redhaired attitude came out.

"My tongue works just fine thank you."

"Does it now?"

Narcisse's brow lifted accompanied by a dirty grin.

"You are so repulsive sometimes, you know that?" you retorted and rolled your eyes. You certainly didn't find his looks that way though, for you were smitten with his fine attire that fit him like a glove, accentuating his manly form. Now you knew why you were so nervous. You were extremely attracted to him.

"Why are you here?" he bluntly asked after your insult.

"For the reason anyone else is here. To have a good time. It's a party is it not? And open to anyone. I came with Haldir if you must know. Why are you here?"

"Ahhh the boring uptight elf. How do you put him and good time in the same sentence? If you wanted to come, I would have brought you myself. Oh wait, that's right. I am not good enough for the likes of you. One minute you're kissing me, the next you're accusing me of attempted murder among other things....and then you magically show up here. Go home Jo. This is not your scene. Trust me."

"Oh stop it Stephane. You're going to get a nose bleed up there on your high horse. I apologized and I will not beg you to forgive me and you will certainly not tell me what to do. I believe your words were...you command nothing."

"Touche' Josephine. Well, you shouldn't keep your date waiting. I wish I could say it was nice chatting with you. Have a good night."

Narcisse began to walk away and you grabbed his arm.

"Not so fast. You didn't answer me as to why you are here, and with that boy as well. Seems to be no place for a child."

"Since when do I owe you an explanation for what I do and where I go? I am here for the same reasons you claim to be here, although I highly doubt that fine working tongue of yours is being truthful. And that boy is plenty of age to be here. He is Catherine's son, Charles, and he would have came tonight regardless of my attendance, but it is better that I am here to keep him safe."

"You...care for the boy. Well my my. I didn't know you had it in your cold black heart to care for anyone other than yourself. I am impressed."

Narcisse glanced over and saw Charles now playing the game.

"I must go now. Wish I could say it has been a pleasure."

He walked off and went straight up to Charles, who had laid out a pile of gold coins and jewels on the table. You discreetly followed out of curiosity.

"What are you doing?' Narcisse scolded him.

"What does it look like? I am playing, and winning at that."

"I can see that, but you are betting all that have."

"Your point is? I have plenty of riches from my father's passing. This is merely pocket change."

"That may be so, but it is not wise nor responsible."

"Narcisse...this is a place of gambling or have you forgotten that is why we are here? Lighten up. You sound like my mother, which is quite annoying. You're not going to tell her about this when she returns right? She's still quite bitter that she was cut out of the will and got nothing. Now that I am of age, this is rightfully mine and I can do as I please with it."

You could see it all over Stephane's face, knowing he had Catherine locked in his dungeons and that Charles did not know that yet. He almost looked worried for what the boy would think of him, and Narcisse wasn't one to care about such things. It only proved to you once more that his heart wasn't so cold and black like you had just told him it was. You also wondered what the story was with this kid that Stephane seemed to have genuine affection for.

"No, of course I will not tell her."

"Good. Now, let's have a little fun shall we?"

The entire room went silent as he pushed the large wager forward, confirming his bet and they all watched like hawks, including you as Charles rolled the dice.

"House wins." the croupier called out after the losing roll.

Narcisse looked more devastated for the boy than disappointed. You even felt bad and you didn't even know him.

Charles stormed off and Narcisse followed him. You then went to find Haldir, but noticed him now speaking with a trio of women, so you decided to go find the ladies room.

Of course, not knowing the place, you got lost and ended up in some desolate area. As you went to turn around and head back the way you came, you smelled it. The lavender and vanilla. You froze as you heard a door close behind you.

Upon slowly turning around, there stood the tall, dark and handsome man you had seen in your dream, minus the cloak, dressed in all black leather, staring at you.

"Hello Josephine."

You gasped at how he came out of nowhere.

"You...." is all you cold muster out in your fright as you backed up.

"Yes. It is I. Do not be alarmed. I mean you no harm. I see you are well aware of me. I knew that would come in due time, which is why I am here. It is finally time that we met."

"I...you...were in my dream. Who are you and what do you want with my daughter?! Are you a...death dealer??"

The man chuckled. "No, Josephine. I assure you I am nothing of the sort."

"Well you certainly know my name and yet I do not know you." you flatly stated as you were now backed against the wall.

"Apologies my lady. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Matthew Clairmont." he politely said as he offered a head bow.

"Am...I supposed to know you?" you asked in confusion as he just stared at you again.

"No, but it is time that you do."

"Alright?? Well, how about you start explaining that and also answer my question about my daughter."

"Ahh yes, your dream. I did that so you would be aware of me before I came. I did not want to catch you off guard and frighten you."

"And you don't think that vague dream did not frighten me?? And I saw you earlier in the streets. I called to you and you ran off. Why??"

"It was not my intentions to scare you...and it was not the right time to speak with you because of your guest. Haldir does not care for my kind, that is why I waited until you were alone."

"Your kind? Who the hell are you?? or better yet, WHAT are you?"

The door you came in opened and slammed shut as Haldir protectively stepped in front of you with his sword drawn on the man.

"He's a vampire." the Marchwarden snarled.

"Haldir of Lorien, I wish I could say it is a pleasure to see you again." Matthew sarcastically said as he leaned on a chair with a cocky stance. "There will be no need for the weapon. I come in peace. They were right about Josephine's blood. I do not crave it. And as you know, I certainly do not crave yours."

Haldir kept his sword in place, along with a death glare. "I do not know how you got past my senses before, but you have not this time. What do you want with the Queen?"

"Magic." he quipped and winked.

"Wait, what? You're a vampire? I did not know either Haldir.....now answer him vampire....what do you want with me or my child??"

"I would rather discuss that with you in private, my lady."

"Anything you have to say, you can say in front of Haldir. Now out with it already!"

You stepped beside Haldir and laced your fingers into his.

"Very well. There is no better way to explain this than to just show you. May I?" Matthew asked as he held out his hand in a gesture to take yours.

"I would rather you just speak, considering what you are."

"Ahhh, the never trust a vampire rule. Smart girl....although the girl has befriended four of them and three others are relatives."

"I see you've done your homework on my life. Two of those relatives betrayed me immensely. My circle of vampire trust is quite small and I like it that way."

"Someday it will be eight," he said with an anxious look and then sipped on his wine.

You could finally see his eyes in the fireplace light. They were blue....and still very kind.

"And I presume the eighth will be you huh?"

He sat his wine down and folded his hands at his waist. "I will begin my story when your elven guard returns his sword to it's sheath."

You glanced up at the pursed lipped elf and lightly nodded. Haldir reluctantly lowered it, but refused to sheath it.

"Fair enough. I, like yourself, have a gift of prophetic dreams. But unlike you, I also see them in my waking hours. I have no control over them or know they will come."

You quickly looked up at Haldir again. "Foresight, like...Elrond?"

"That would be the only thing he would have in common with an elf." Haldir snarked.

"Haldir, I understand your hatred for vampires after what happened to your parents and I am sorry for your loss, but I assure you, we are not all evil like Craven. Even Josephine here believes that. I know Lord Elrond of Imladris quite well actually and he and I are not on any bad terms."

"Lord Elrond is not here to validate your claims and you do not speak for the Queen."

"Please just continue. What do your dreams or visions have to do with me or Leeanduil?"

"Everything. I have been having them for years, trying to figure out who you could be or why I would dream of a human, until a vision showed me of your powers...and of your husband, King Thranduil. I saw your upcoming wedding, but I still did not understand why I would be shown that. My condolences by the way on your loss as well. From my vision, I could see you loved him very much and he you."

Your eyes began to well up as you held your chest.

"This is enough. You are upsetting her!" Haldir snapped.

"I assure you that was not my intentions. May I continue?" Matthew gently asked as he peered down into your eyes.

You nodded, causing a tear to free itself.

On the night of November 2nd, I was walking the shore line in Oxford, lost in thought when out of nowhere, a shooting star flew across the sky, the brightest pink I had ever seen and then I heard a child cry. And with that joyous sound, a vision consumed me, I was unable to move, only watch as I saw....my future."

"Your...future? and...wait, that is Leean's birthday. I..I don't understand..."

"Then please...let me show you. I have the power for you to see."

Matthew's eyes were wide with delight, begging for you to let him show you what had made him so happy.

"Jo, do not do it. It's a trick of some sort." Haldir insisted.

"No..Haldir. My intuitive power tells me it is not." you explained as you stared at Matthew.

You reached out your hand and he walked up to you and took your hand. His skin was expectably cold, his touch was so tender, reminding you so much of Garrett.

"Are you ready my lady?"

"Yes..." you whispered.

A white flash of light blinded your sight and then a vision slowly came into focus. Not only could you see the vision, but you could hear it. A song played in the background.

'Loving you, isn't the right thing to do. How can I ever change things that I feel?'

You recognized it. Stevie Nicks.

And then you saw her....Leean...all grown up...and you knew that because of the dream you had of her once, holding Ashmole. Beautiful moonstone eyes like Thranduil and she looked so happy...and...in love....with Matthew. The way she looked at him, and he her was how you and Thranduil looked at each other.

It took a toll on you emotionally for a multitude of reasons and you released his hand with a gasp. For one, Thranduil would roll over in his grave. You hated to have such a thought, but it was true. He would never understand. His hatred for Garrett validated that. She was more like you than you thought she would be.... Leean was in love with a vampire.

"Now do you understand Josephine? She is my star."

You began to tremble. Not from fear, but from the overwhelming happiness and sadness you felt combined, and you didn't know what to do with it. Your chest was tightening. Your little girl was merely a month old, a baby and there she was before your eyes, a woman. You couldn't remove your eyes from Matthew's. My god...you were staring into the eyes of your future son in law.........

[honnojis]

hello Zumi have you ever tried competitive Pokémon on smogon?

Nop, never really was my thing. I used to play on showdown, sure, but it'd usually be random battles or hackmons. Actual competitive play stressed me out a bit too much, and I had a really terrible experience when i tried getting into it a bit more by applying for a spot as a leader for an online league, so I've just never bothered since.

Shoutout to Bibs for being a homie w/ hackmons/random battles tho. that shit was fun and i miss it sometimes

For the drama bit, I'll just put it under the cut bc no one really needs to see a wall of text ab me getting salty about it again but wow i sure still think about it sometimes. this was all skype era shit btw, but it's arguably one of the very few things that literally had me seething, which is why I've never bothered with anything comp related since

Funnily enough, the drama wasn't even related to the actual competitive aspect of the whole league that I was supposed to be a part of -- it was bc someone on the league's board committee was awfully petty and two-faced LOL… All bc they didn't like I was potentially going to overshadow their work.

I actually knew them well before this. They were pretty friendly towards me at first, and they initially approached me because wanted to learn how to do pixel art better, so I taught them! They acted really grateful when I gave them advice, and hell, they even did some sprites for Rejuvenation at the time as it was at a time that I was extremely busy with school.

Now fast forward a bit, and a group of ppl from the same community set up an online Showdown league, with leaders for each type. That person was on the board committee, but some other members of the board committee were going behind their back in order to actually recruit me for the league as a leader. I passed the tryouts, and got into the group.

Kicker is, the reason why they went behind the person's back, is bc apparently That Person(TM) was absolutely adamant about not wanting me on the team!

The reason for that?

They didn't want me there so I couldn't get a chance to do any art for the league, because they were afraid they'd get overshadowed by me.

This sounds like bragging, and god i fucking WISH I was kidding in that regard, but I'm completely serious 💀 Apparently ANOTHER league wanted my assistance for sprites, but because That Person(TM) was already on the team, they started throwing a shitfit about how they absolutely could NOT work together with me without wanting to give a real reason, they just kept insisting that they absolutely couldn't. The chatlogs of these moments were sent to me after a group of ppl who were getting aggression aimed at them from the person.

I kinda pieced things together because they were sucking up to me for art advice until they learned what they needed, then I lost contact with them until I got drafted for the league, after which they just... Wanted to chew me out instead, lol. despite never having done anything to prompt such hatred. all i did was help and be nice. and after seeing the logs it kinda clicked in my head that that's what was going on.

funnily enough this all happened around the time they were sucking up to jan bc they were asked to do some work for rejuv, but that shit fell through real quick once jan got the logs of all the shit they've been saying lmao

A whole bunch of shit happened after that, but basically I left the league, some ppl left bc I left, other members got fed up w/ That Person(TM)'s shit and the whole league crumbled before it ever got the chance to take off LOL.

It's genuinely one of the worst feelings I've ever experienced that someone abused my trust in a person like that, only using me for my skills, and it actually gave me some trust issues for a few years whenever people asked me for art advice!

i had a whole document of bullshit that this person pulled. i still actually have it somewhere, and frankly i probably should just delete it at some point bc it has no use and i haven't seen this person around in a long time bc they basically got chased out of the community for being a shithead. in my defense for that document though, the fact that a person drove me to get so mad that i started collecting receipts on them kinda tells how hurt i got about this whole situation. to say they were an awful person not only just to me but to a lot of my friends as well is an understatement

[gamingmilkitty]

Hi all, it's me, Milkitty.

Milktea and Kitty = Milkitty.

I was only going to play game, edit and post the gameplay record on YouTube but then there were just so much I wanted to talk about in text also, so here I am.

I am in no way a professional gamer. But I have somewhat an Otaku nature that I have been recognised by a few self-pro-claimed otakus that I was also one, I guess I have a tendency to be addicted to what I do every now and then.

First and most importantly, I am a Geno (from Super Mario RPG) extremist. Geno is my hero and love of my life (apart from my actual boyfriend).

Honestly, I had a mini heart attack watching the new trailer of Super Mario RPG remake and I am not sure if I can physically tolerate it when I actually face the upcoming game.

In my childhood, I studied as much as I had time, but then playing Super Mario RPG was the only thing I did apart from studies, and whenever I completed the game and Gino returned to the Star Road I cried for 4 hours, wrote letters to Geno endlessly. I hope you can witness me do the same this time, now as an adult being.

Then, I also play Pokemon. However, the last Pokemon series I played was Pokemon gold and silver, which in my memory was released two decades ago.

My boyfriend recently got me Pokemon Violet and Let's go Eevee, that's where I had my trigger pulled.

Just before the end of Mew and Mewtwo campaign in Pokemon Violet, I spent more than 8 hours everyday finding a way to Mewtwo.

Andddd... I got a Mewtwo!

It was (literally) a mindblowing experience. I was in a manic state afterward calling my boyfriend, crying, then jumping up and down screaming, and such. Now I am having a little burnout not being able to edit the video. I definitely should switch from recording the gameplay to streaming it live so I can at least deliver the content no matter how emotionally touching it can be.

Recently, my boyfriend and I played Super Mario 64 and completed the 121 stars, which was a fun process and I wish we recorded it or I hope we can again, but there are just so much going on in my gaming mind and I want to add the new addon to Pokemon Violet, but I want to play Super Mario RPG before the new one comes out, but I also want to edit the previously recorded one... and... not getting anything done.

I am supposed to be live streaming (my face, not the gameplay) on 17 LIVE and TikTok sometime, so if you find me going live, please feel free to drop by. I might be speaking in Japanese though English (or French if not too complicated) comments are welcomed!

This is a video I am planning to upload.

I am absolutely obsessed with Mew since the Mew and Mewtwo campaign. I knew Mew was cute but did not imagine it to be THAT cute. Mew must have been designed based on an embryo. Mew is the origin of everything and significance of birth.

I have two Mew plushies at home (and more to come) but, I feel like they are Gods watching me take care of other Pokemon (plushies). My snorlax which lays on my bed seemed to feel more comfortable when Mew was around (now Mew is in the another room in which I play game).

Apart from Mew and Snorlax my favourite Pokemon are:

You can probably imagine what I like...

This post is getting long. Again, I am not a gaming expert and in fact, my equipments (headphones, camera and all things) do not seem to function so well, but hope at least I can modify things and make it better video by video.

Hope I will share a little entertainment you like.

List of all Pokemon from 1st to 9th generation: List of Pokémon (sprites gallery) | Pokémon Database (pokemondb.net)

[maareyas]

octopath 2 updates! a lot has happened

- i finished everyone's 3rd chapters (finally)! Throné's and Temenos' routes :''''''D

- I started actually using the secondary jobs mechanic. Castti with a cleric sub-job is so 💙💙💙

- I wish there was a way to toggle between job outfits though. As much as I like Armsmaster Hikari, the roman armor just looks so dumb 😭 I unequip secondary jobs during story bosses because of this fhhdhsh

- Ochette's thief outfit looks cute though 💙 and I love that Temenos' scholar outfit makes him look more detective-ish ✨

- I've gathered an army of rats and birds with Ochette. love AOE attacks that also gives your team buffs/enemies debuffs. in hindsight I'm grateful that I chose her as my starter since she's very versatile!!

- I tried fighting the boss in Ivory Ravine, not really as a serious attempt at first because I was exactly the recommended level, and I usually face bosses overleved to make up for my lack of a solid strategy aside from "breaking the enemy as soon as possible"

- it did in fact, become serious and I WON BUT ONLY BARELY. like the boss would recover from breaking next turn and unleash 7th Calamity 😭😭 I just went all out do-or-die. thank god Armsmaster Hikari and Ochette's draefendi's bow was able to kill it at the last turn 💀

spoilery thoughts under the cut:

- Throné's chapter 3 was wild from start to finish 💀 one hell of a love drama. rip to Father, also he is way thinner/gangly that i expected from his overworld sprite lmao

- Mother's boss fight was pretty easy since I was very overleveled and my team comp was apparently pretty good at countering her. I technically K.O'd her before her desperation attack/scripted dialogue hdjsjs I ended up properly beating her with an hp thief lmao

- Wellow's manor is scary :'''D

- THEY KILLED MY BOY CRICK,,,.....,.,.., i'm going to miss him 😭 newly anointed yet gone so soon................his VA did a fantastic job

- i really love Temenos and Hikari's VA's work too btw

- I was 9 or 10 levels beyond the suggested when I did the Cubaryi boss fight and I STILL had so much trouble, my god 💀 the consecutive turns, debuff shield, AND high shield points....absolutely irredeemable. Her sprite is sick as hell though.

- also the battle reprise of Temenos' theme that plays just before you fight her? i love it 👌

- I finished Castti's 3rd chapter last AND I KNEW ITTT I KNEW IT WAS TROSSEAU. THAT WHITE-HAIRED BITCH (<- tends to gravitate towards white haired characters) not quite as exciting as Throné's or Temenos' 3rd chapters, but it's still quite a Punch

- idek if I mentioned it before but I love love love the worldbuilding in this game. both in lore and actual gameplay!! I'm grinding equally for story reasons and so I can explore new location without being on the verge of death every time lmao. Wellow's manor. Im so scared of going there-

- once again Agnea's story is..........eh.......... I really want to care about it but it just feels so weak. I wish it felt deeper, I guess? Agnea's personality has felt one dimensional, which would be fine if her plot thus far hasn't also felt that way fhhsjsj "I want to be a star and make people happy" good for her but I need more substance than that. pls. i need a plot about that bright sincerity vs. the soul-sucking nature of the entertainment industry vs. the highs and lows of being a creative/arts person vs. how arts (specifically dance) bring happiness and life to people-

[cup-in-a-cake]

idk what to do anymore...

I knew that after being on my own, It’s hard to feel like I’m fully ready. I remember the first day I was by myself, my charge nurse, gave me some reassurance and even gave me their number if I needed help. I had 2 patients, one on a pressor and one who had propofol and fentanyl while being vented. From that point till now, I had days that were ups and downs. Trying to learn and not make the same mistakes. I remember every bit of what happened based on my experiences because there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t know if I gave it my all to my patients. My coworkers tell me I worry too much but it’s a unit that’s built on a critical care and I’m the type to be really cautious. I’ve had assignments that I felt where it didn’t felt right to be tripled or even appropriate for someone who just came off orientation but I still continued on. Learning from my experiences over and over again. Then go home and vent about my day to my mom who’s also a nurse because she’s someone I looked up to. I’ve had doctors who even taught me things that I haven’t learned or experienced yet. I made it to the point of almost 4 months. Just trying to survive and not kill anyone. 

With my past, I get why it’s easy to pin the blame on me. Someone who just got off orientation 4 months prior, was given to a preceptor on the first day of orientation that didn’t really do anything and only to be taken off from work later when I wasn’t under them (i felt humble with my experience with them because they taught me what they could), had reports from nurses that say they weren’t up to their expectations even though I spent as little as a day with them, had a preceptor that didn’t work out very well which extended my time so that I can be given another chance. Through all of that to remedy the negatives, I had a wonderful time with the preceptors they’ve chosen later on, especially my night preceptor. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I knew I feel like I wasn’t ready when they said I was ready to be on my own. Because when do you truly feel ready when you are with no one holding your hand by your side? But as time goes by, my confidence slowly grows. Taking into account what I’ve done and take them to heart so that I could grow myself better. I had to do the self reflection on myself because no one else told me to... But I still wished they had told me what I needed to improve on. If what they’ve said was true, why did I had a patient tell me that they liked how attentive I was with them, why did I have another patient told me god bless and said they really liked how I took care of them, why did I have another patient tell me they liked me as their nurse and even praised me for my services. They were the only critics I’ve had. I’ve been there when a patient cried and held their hand, told me their story of how they weren’t shown any sympathy besides me. That’s the reason why I became a nurse. I wish they have told me what I needed to do and what to improve on, so that I can do what’s necessary. Or if there was a problem, it should’ve been brought to my attention even if it’s good or bad. It was only a matter of time before I suffered the consequences. 

I would think you were supposed to be in a unit that’s built on teamwork, but the first number one advice I was given was “Don’t trust anyone.” I remember that day so vividly. I was tripled at the time and one of my patients wanted a sprite and crackers. I catered to their needs as well as the other patient with family because I wanted them to be comfortable. When I had finished giving the food, I noticed a call light with another one of my patients. I quickly came in and saw that the patient was desaturating. Immediately, I knew it was a respiratory issue and I wanted check if he was receiving the nasal cannula properly, even checked the waveform of the pulse ox. At the time, they were receiving precedex and amiodarone so I turned off the sedation to see if it would help him wake up even though it was at a low dose and not long ago he was even hanging off the bed while my Tita helped the patient get picked up to be properly place on the bed. He was mouth breathing and was barely holding on so I notified RT who was just next door to come and help me place the patient on BiPaP. I even took another pulse ox with me to check if it wasn’t picking it up properly because before that was the issue and the patient was fine. Once placed on BiPap and changing the pulse ox, I checked the saturations and it was picking up but not where it needs to be so I knew something was wrong. I checked for responsiveness and there was none so I immediately left and went to charge to tell them my findings with the interventions I’ve done while the RT was still at bedside. Since then, I didn’t know it was going to be the worst day of my life. Wasn’t it rational to escalate it to charge? I was taught since day one to notify them if there’s an emergency or situation you couldn’t handle, especially by someone who’s still learning the ropes of the ICU. When the event was over, the patient passed away. Mucus plug because of their esophageal stage 4 cancer and there was an order not to have him deep suctioned. I was numb. People try to help me and ask if I was okay, but I felt like I wasn’t. I felt like I didn’t do my best. The son understood what happened and even told me he saw what we did and he appreciated what we’ve done. I felt like it was an eye opening experience for me because it was the first time it ever happened to me... and the last. The day after, receiving report but then told to go down to meet house sup. I still didn’t feel like I was myself. Upon receiving the news I was suspended, I didn’t even have the urge to cry. I just felt like I have no emotions. It’s weird because I get emotional over things like these, but I just couldn’t get myself to do it. I just felt so... empty. A suspension without pay which was close to termination. I had no words left in me and drove home late at night close to 10. I learned afterwards and highly suspected the report was on the patient that died from a source. The report made, according to my sources, was your truly, my charge nurse. Whom I thought I was supposed to trust in situations like these. I’ve had multiple support when I asked around if what I did was right, but in their eyes, my charge’s, it wasn’t. It was so easy to blame it on me. I get it. Day after day whenever I work, I try to put a smile on my face because it helps me get through the day. I even try to ask for help if it was necessary. It’s been a few days since then, but I still feel hollow and emotionally depressed. I want to enjoy myself to ease the stress and to take my mind off of it but I can’t. I barely have an appetite and I just don’t know what to do. I hate this feeling because I wasn’t told what I was suspended for until a day later. I told my director that the assignment I was given didn’t feel right or safe, but they insisted that it was appropriate and that even PCU nurses can take it. I should’ve told them at the time that they don’t handle the meds that we have. I didn’t mention it until later on I left and got into my car. When I got home, I just feel like sleeping. I didn’t even feel happy with my mom who’s my comfort support when we went to the mall so she could cheer me up while picking up her online order. To this day, I still felt miserable. Somehow, inside me, I knew what the outcome is. If by chance this was pardoned, I don’t know if I can work in that type of environment anymore. I really really love working there. I love working with trauma. I love working ICU and the people there that I’ve met who are nice and willing to help me. What I don’t like is being backstabbed in the back. It was my second betrayal while working in that hospital. Should I even continue working in that type of unit? I just don’t even know what to do anymore...