#I MISS HER I MISS STAT I MISS STAT I LOVE STAT NOBODY LOOK AT ME IM CRASHING OUT

[opikiquu]

SHAKES Y IYOU AWAKE HEY. she’s jolly holly now (idk I think the outfit is coming tmr??)

HKEPSOXPWJUXKQHCHWGDJHELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HEEEELPPPPPPP MEE

MY SHOULDER HURTS MY JOINTS CRACK. I DISLOCATE SEVERAL BONES AND CRAWL TOWARDS HER WALKING ON WALLS AND THE CEILING/

STAT PLEASE pleasd. Ppease SHES SO CUTE ohmmy god december never endNEVER.

[willowsnook]

When Love is Left Unspoken

max verstappen x reader

she isn't you i'd be insane not to love you

request from @formulaal

Pt. 2 here

"Alright, one more question from the chat," you said into your mic, scanning for a good one. One caught your eye, and you began reading it aloud before realizing it would reveal something from your past. “Would you choose a guy over your best friend?”

Laughing humorlessly, you looked into the camera with a tight smile. “Anyone who’s been here for a while knows how relevant that question is to my life. But my answer hasn’t changed: if you’re choosing a romantic partner over your best friend, you can get fucked. Thanks for tuning in, everyone. See you around.”

Logging off, you grabbed your water bottle and headed to the kitchen to refill it. Checking your phone, you smiled at the stats from the stream—10k of your fans tuning in tonight was a big turnout. You’d gone viral on BookTok back in 2020, and now, your book podcast had a solid following. Normally, BookTok didn’t bring huge numbers, but thanks to your former best friend, your popularity had skyrocketed. As grateful as you were, his part in your success irritated you now.

Then a notification popped up on your screen, and you rolled your eyes.

MV: Nice stream.

You: Fuck off

MV: Glad I’m still living rent-free in your head.

You: Glad you got permission to text me.

You threw your phone down on the counter, boiling inside. Nobody got under your skin like he could, especially after 20 years of knowing exactly how to do it. Growing up, it hadn’t always been this way. At 10, you’d moved with your family to the Netherlands, right next door to the Verstappens. Max quickly became your best friend, your weekends spent watching him kart. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine things would end like this.

You met Kelly in 2018 at a race Max invited you to. Right away, you got weird vibes. She looked at Max like a toy she had to have. It was creepy, especially given the nine-year age gap. By 2019, they were dating, and she made it clear she didn’t like you, refusing to acknowledge your existence. That led to rocky times between you and Max; he always had excuses to avoid seeing you. When you were together, he seemed tense, as if being watched.

Everything fell apart in Australia 2021.

Flashback

Max invited you to the first race of the 2021 season, though you almost didn’t go. It felt obligatory, as if he invited you just because you’d never missed an opening race. You hadn’t seen him all winter, just exchanging quick holiday texts. Walking into the paddock, you felt a strange sense of finality, like this might be the last one.

Spotting Carmen outside Mercedes, you walked over and hugged her. As you stepped back, she looked worried.

“What’s up?”

She hesitated. “I thought you should know, Kelly’s been saying some nasty things about you around the paddock. No one believes her, but… I wanted you to know.”

“What is she saying?” you asked, heart sinking.

“She’s calling you pathetic, saying you’re still pining over your childhood crush and using Max to become an influencer,” she said softly, looking at you with sympathy.

“You’re joking,” you said, anger simmering. She shook her head.

“Can I be real with you?” She asked, and you nodded. “I love you and George loves you and honestly, everyone does. But I will accept not seeing you here anymore if you finally realize that Max is not being a good friend to you. And he hasn’t been for a long time.”

Eyes filling with tears, you let her words sink in. She was right, but admitting it was brutal. Maybe staying around him was just self-inflicted pain.

You found Max later, pulling him aside.

“I only have a few minutes, so make it quick,” he said, barely looking at you. Seeing him like this, you realized that the man in front of you wasn’t your best friend anymore.

“Your girlfriend’s telling people I’m a pathetic loser here to use you for fame,” you said, voice flat.

“I don’t believe that,” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

“Really?” you laughed bitterly. “You don’t believe that from your girlfriend—the one who’s disliked me since day one?”

“Seems like you have something to say, Y/N. Just say it,” he replied, finally looking at you.

“There was a time in my life where I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live without you. But now I’m living it. Have the past ten years been nothing to you? All it took was an older woman to bat her eyelashes at you and that was it?”

He opened his mouth, but you cut him off.

“I’m not going to stand here and tell you that we had a good run and that I wish you the best. Fuck you. Fuck you for choosing her over me and fuck you for even letting it have to be a choice. I hate you.”

End of Flashback

That was the last time you had spoken to him. There were no texts or calls after that; his life just went on like normal while you felt like you were dying inside. You had thrown yourself into your work after that and now had over a million followers and subscribers to your podcast. You’d stayed friends with Carmen but hadn’t returned to a race since that day. You had tried to block the memory of that day from your mind, but when you were low, one thing always resurfaced in your mind. Kelly was right about you pining after your childhood crush. You had been in love with Max back then. How could you not be?

Then Carmen invited you to the Austin GP, and after much persuasion, you finally agreed. Thanks to your online following, you flew down with her, officially a Mercedes guest. Wearing Mercedes colors felt like poetic justice.

When you entered the paddock, a wave of nostalgia and sadness hit you. But it disappeared as you saw familiar faces you’d missed over the years.

"Y/N!" Alex called, arms open. Hugging him, you sighed, realizing how much you’d missed everyone. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too,” you admitted before greeting Lily, who gushed over your podcast and joked about being a guest. As you laughed with her, you noticed Alex subtly trying to block your view. Looking over, you saw Max walking by. He did a double take, but you turned back to Lily, ignoring his stare.

Later, as you waited for a coffee, you overheard Checo’s wife and Fernando’s girlfriend chatting.

“I heard Max and Kelly broke up,” Melissa said.

“Oh yeah, it’s been a few months,” Carola replied, shrugging. “Apparently, he was in love with someone else the whole time.”

You smirked. So Kelly finally experienced what it felt like to be second choice.

The race came and went, and you successfully avoided Max the entire weekend. You didn’t even think about the possibility of running into him when you accepted Carmen’s invitation to go out that night. George had actually wanted to go out, so you found yourself at a little country bar that night with what seemed to be the whole grid. You felt Max’s gaze the second you walked in, and you were doing a hell of a job ignoring him. Charles was trying to talk to him, looking confused between the two of you, but you didn’t care.

Ordering another gin and tonic you felt him come up next to you and you refused to look over.

“Put hers on mine,” Max said, handing over his card. You tried to leave, but he held out an arm to stop you.

“No ‘thank you’?” he teased, eyes intense.

You glared. “You can have it, then.”

“Stop being difficult,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You look good.”

“Can’t say the same about you,” you shot back, and his expression darkened.

He sighed. “Can we talk?”

“I said everything I needed to say three years ago. Have a good night.”

This time he let you go and you made your way back to Carmen who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You okay?” She asked, and you nodded.

A little while later, you were sitting at a table talking with Charles with Max hovering close by.

“Max, come sit down,” Charles slurred, and at this point, you were too tipsy to put up a fight about it. “Max is my best friend, ya know?”

“Ah yeah?” You asked head tilting. “Those words don’t mean much coming from him.”

Charles giggled, too drunk to understand what you meant and Max clenched his jaw looking at you.

“Insult me all you want schatje, as long as you’re talking to me I’ll take it,” he said and you didn’t say anything, just stared at him trying to figure out his angle.

“Is this the girl Kelly broke up with you over?” Charles asked and Max whipped his head towards him. “You always had a thing for her, so I told Alex that was my guess.”

Max’s face fell, and you froze. Shock turned into anger as you got up and stormed out. You felt Max following and soon he was in front of you, blocking your path.

“Come on,” he urged, leading you to a nearby park.

“Max, I don’t want to talk,” you said firmly, pulling away.

“I don’t care,” he replied, frustrated. “Tell me what I need to do to fix this.”

You laughed bitterly. “Crawling back because you got dumped? It’s too late.”

“It’s not like that.”

“You made your choice three years ago. Now live with it.”

“You want to know why we broke up?”

“I don’t really give a fuck,” you replied before turning to walk away.

“She isn’t you!” He yelled. Your legs stopped moving as your mind reeled.

Whirling on him you got into his face, “You don’t get to fucking say that to me. Not after all this time. Not after what you put me through. Not after you chose her over me. I was there the whole time Max. Me! I was there! It’s not my fault you didn’t realize that till I was gone.” 

“I realized it long before then,” he said softly, and you took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. Tears were starting to fall, and you looked everywhere but him. 

“Then why?” You whispered, voice cracking. 

“Because I wasn’t good enough for you,” he said laughing sadly to himself. “The pressure was starting to cave in back then and I didn’t want you to see that. I didn’t want to burden you.”

“You were my best friend Max,” you said exasperated. “I would have done anything for you.” 

“It’s easy to see that now,” he said. “But then you were so full of life and starting your little videos that I didn’t want to disappoint you. She understood what I was going through, but I never stopped loving you.” 

“Then why did you still push me away?” 

“I had to do that so that I could try and move on. She knew and she hated that there wasn’t anything she could do to change how I felt about you. I knew what she was saying about you in the paddock, and I knew why she was saying it.” 

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, and it felt like heartbreak all over again. “You knew and you let it happen. You are the worst person I’ve ever known Max Verstappen.”

He was crying now too and the two of you stood staring at one another not saying anything. 

“I would be insane not to love you,” he said softly and it made you cry harder. “So I will do whatever it takes for however long to make up for what I did.” 

He let you go again and you left him there, crying silently as you walked back to the hotel. So many emotions going through your mind paired with confusing feelings. 

Happiness for your 15-year-old self that has wanted to hear those words for so long. 

Sadness for your 21-year-old self reliving those memories. 

And anger at your 24-year-old self for considering letting him make it up to you. 

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

You want my jacket?

John Egan X W.A.C! Reader

Summary: Y/n wants Bucky's jacket, but they have a little competition before...

Warning: Swearing/ sport inaccuracies (Wikipedia stats)/ use of Y/n/ flirting/ mention of erection/ kiss/ sexism (little bit)

Word count: 1.1k

The music was loud, Y/n and her friends made their way through the room, it was a party in their honor, and someone’s 25th mission. The W.A.C division Y/n was in just got transferred to Thorpe Abbotts. Y/n was a weather broadcaster, she was going to brief the men on the conditions they were going to fly. She liked her job, sure it was boring sometimes, but she got the insight on big mission and her job was important. She felt like she was truly having an impact on the war, not a big one, but still.

When John Egan learned that W.A.C were coming on the base, he was like every man on the base; excited. Unlike Buck, he didn’t have anyone to write to at home, he was single and loved woman! When his eyes stopped on Y/n, he knew that he needed to talk to her. Her uniform fitted her so good; her curves were highlighted, and he always loved woman with curves. So, when he walked up to her, he was a little nervous, but he tried to hide it.

‘’Hello ladies’’ he said, looking at all the woman, then he looked at the one he wanted. ‘’Hi, I’m Major John Egan, but please call me Bucky, what’s your name, gorgeous?’’ he flirted. Y/n blushed and hid a giggle. ‘’I’m Y/n, nice to meet you’’ she extends her hand for him to take. The other girls were a giggling mess. When Bucky took her hand, she felt something pass through them, maybe she was just nervous, but it felt weird. They went to sit at a table and Bucky ordered drinks. ‘’So, Y/n, what are you doing here?’’ he asked, looking at her. ‘’I’m the new weather broadcaster, so we’re going to see each other a lot’’ she flirted. Words of his reputation had got to Y/n’s ears, when the Colonel briefed them on the attitude of the men at the base, the woman were warned about Major Egan. Y/n was curious to see if his reputation was true. ‘’You’ll be Miss Sunshine?’’ he asked, with a grin on his face. ‘’Exactly, but with this English weather, I’ll be Miss Cloud, Rain and Fog’’ she joked. He laughed at her joke, he always thought English weather was shit. ‘’Maybe your presence will bring more sun over the base’’ he took a sip of his drink. Y/n tilted her head, before taking a sip of her drink.

‘’I highly doubt that, but hey I’ll probably die of cold, you on the other hand, you’re going to be okay with that beautiful jacket’’ she smiled. He looked at his jacket, then looked at her. ‘’You like my jacket?’’ he asked, with a crooked eyebrow. She nodded as she finished her drink. ‘’Yeah, they didn’t give us any jacket, they didn’t have the money for us’’ she chuckles. A wicked idea came to her mind, she was a fan of baseball, so was he… ‘’Okay, what about a quiz, on the subject of your choice, if I win, I get your jacket, if you win, what do you want if you win?’’ she says. ‘’I want a kiss’’ he grins. ‘’Then if you win, you’ll get your kiss. You in?’’ she asked. He nodded and called Curt, he was a fan of baseball and knew the Yankees. ‘’I’m on, and by the way, I hope your baseball knowledge is good, you know the Yankees, sunshine?’’ he teased. He was 100% sure he was going to win; nobody knew baseball as good as him, but that’s what he thought. Y/n was grinning like a devil, she was getting that jacket!

‘’Ok, last question since you’re both equal in points, Spud Chandler broke the record for what this season?’’ Curt asked. Y/n thought for a second and then took the apple, it was their buzzer. ‘’Y/n?’’ the room went silent; money was changing hands around the bar. Their little competition was the main entertainement right now, soldiers couldn’t believe that someone knew baseball better than Bucky. ‘’ Lowest earned run average in a season’’ she said, smiling. Curt pushed his tongue on his cheek before looking at other guys. ‘’That’s right, you officially win!’’ He exclaimed, making the woman and some guy’s cheer for her. Bucky’s jaw was on the floor, that woman knew baseball, was supporting the Yankees and she just beat him. Now he had to give her his jacket! Bucky looked at the woman, she was smiling proudly. He smiled as he shook his head. He went closer to her. ‘’Let’s get out of here, sunshine’’ he said, she nodded, and they went outside.

‘’How come you know that much about baseball?’’ he asked. They started to walk around the base. ‘’Weather girl wasn’t my original plan, I wanted to be a sport reporter, but because I’m a woman, it’s impossible, but I know a lot about sports’’ she explained. He thought he was dreaming; this woman was surreal. ‘’That was really impressive, even though you beat me, it was amazing’’ he said, he truly meant it, he was in awe before her. ‘’Thank you, but I think you owe me something’’ she grins. Bucky rolls his eyes before taking his precious jacket off. ‘’Take care of it’’ he said, before giving it to her. ‘’Can you help me put it on?’’ she asked. Her back was facing him, he helped her put the jacket on, smelling her perfume properly for the first time. She smelled good, too good, it was going to be stuck in his mind now. Seeing her in his jacket kina turned him on, he didn’t know why, but it was a problem. ‘’Thank you, Major’’ she smiled proudly. ‘’I wish I could say it's my pleasure, but that would be a lie’’ he said, laughing to hide his pain. Y/n giggled as they continued their walk.

‘’That’s me, I have to go to bed early. I’m waking up at 0500 tomorrow I have to do my job’’ she smiles. Bucky nods quickly, expecting her to walk to her building, but she stays in front of him. ‘’Since we were equal, it’s only fair that you get your part of the bet’’ she says. Before he could process what she meant she quickly kiss him on the lips. By the time he acknowledges what just happened, she’s already at the door. ‘’Good night, Bucky, thanks for the jacket’’ she says, his name sounding like a prayer on her lips. ‘’Good night sunshine’’ he said. She blew him a kiss before entering the building, with his jacket on her. Yep, his problem was definitely growing more…

[obrowne21]

ʙᴀʙʏ ɪ’ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ

Chapter 1 - “Buck’s Baby Sister”

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The sweet sound of jazz filled the speakeasy that occupied both Bucky and Buck. Like usual, the night before a mission was always spent this way. Other pilots were scattered through the place but the inseparable duo situated themselves in a booth not too far from the bar. “Take a look around, Buck.” A drunken smile was present on Bucky’s face as he gestured to the bristling place around them. “We’ve got the drinks, we’ve got the music…”

“You know what’s missing?” Gale let out a sigh with a shake of his head. “Don’t start.”

“We’re missing girls.” There really was no surprise that women were at the top of John Egan’s priorities. You’d never catch him leaving the bar without one, sometimes even two. The blonde across from him opened his mouth to retaliate but John quickly corrected himself. “I know Marge has you wrapped around her finger. I’m talking about me, Buck.”

“So, who’s the unlucky lady for tonight?” Raising his eyebrows in curiosity, Gale took a sip of his drink before returning it to its original spot on the table.

It was always the same with his friend, Bucky. No matter how much he tried to spread his influence of settling down with a nice woman on him, it never sounded appealing to John.

Bucky threw his head back with a genuine laugh. “Guess I’ll have to look around and see.”

His eyes scanned the room in interest. Wondering from face to face but nobody seemed to catch his eye. There was a brunette who had been trying to get his attention all night, she seemed to be looking for more of a long term thing so he shut that idea down quick.

His focus turned to the entrance as the door opened, ringing off the bell as it did so. In walked an unfamiliar but entrancing face.

The first thing that caught his eye was her confidence. Even though her presence attracted many onlookers and judgmental stares she never shied away.

In fact, she made eye contact with every one of them as if she was trying to find someone. Determination radiated off of her as she held tightly onto the duffel bag that she brought with her.

As her head turned it gave Bucky a view of her unique hairstyle. Unlike most ladies here, her honey blonde hair cascaded freely down her back. Only two upper pieces were pulled back into a messy braid. It seemed she had a long day by the way a few strands had escaped and were now framing her face but she made it look so damn beautiful.

The top of her navy blue cargo dress fit her perfectly giving Bucky a display of her slim waist. As she continued to look around the bottom of it softly swayed with her like she was a princess in one of those old time movies.

Bucky didn’t even feel ashamed or embarrassed when her gaze had stopped at his and Bucks table. It was hard to look away from her and he wanted her to know that.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” The gruff voice of Buck reached his ears causing him to glance over.

There was an apparent smile of what Bucky could decipher as pride on his friends face as he too stared at the new lady.

Returning his attention to the pretty stranger, he noticed a cheeky smile make its way onto her face. And she was looking at Buck.

She was looking at Buck. Not him.

A million questions clouded his mind wondering how the two could possible know each other. I mean, his buddy was head over heels in love with Marge.

Buck stood up as she started to head toward them. “They let you in?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” With a mischievous shrug of her shoulders she let out a playful giggle that was music to Bucky’s ears.

Once she was close enough she dropped her bag and brought the taller man in for a long hug which he returned a little too quickly for Bucky’s liking.

“I missed you, Gales.”

Gales?

“I missed you too, Lilah.”

That’ll do it. This has to stop.

With an obnoxious clear of his throat Bucky smiled sarcastically as the pair turned to him. “Hate to break this cosy reunion up but my pal Buck here isn't a free man.”

That statement caused the two to quickly jump away from each other like one had burned the other. A look of disgust made its way onto the woman’s face as she tried not to gag.

Noticing, Bucky tried not to laugh at the reaction but was even more fascinated by her sense of humor.

“No, John.” Nodding his head to the girl next to Bucky he denied the ridiculous statement. “This is my baby sister, Delilah.”

A sense of recognition made its way onto Bucky’s face. Gale had mentioned her many times before.

His baby sister who he had taken care of since he could remember. His baby sister who held the biggest place in his heart. His baby sister who was one of the main reasons he was here in the first place.

Now up close, Bucky took a good look at the unusually short blonde and only one thing could come to mind.

Buck’s baby sister had to be the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen.

“Ah, Delilah.” Slapping his hands on the table in excitement, Bucky stood up to softly grab her right hand. He brought it to his lips to place a soft kiss on the back of it. “Bucky’s baby sister.”

Although she was flattered, Delilah ignored the warmth rushing to cheeks and took her hand back from the charming pilot. “And the new mechanic, yeah.”

“Oh? Gotta admit I’m a little surprised. Usually the new mechanics aren’t pretty like you. Or a woman for that matter.”

“Guess those mechanics aren’t as good as me either considering I’m here to teach them.”

Now it was her turn to give him a sarcastic smile. It was very rare for a woman to be sighted on the station, let alone on the front lines of it all so Delilah didn’t hold it to him.

Bucky rolled his tongue along the side of his mouth as he stared at the girl impressed with her comeback. Another box to check on his list of things he likes in a woman.

“Guess so.” The two seemed to forget there were people around them as they stared at each other in curiosity.

“John Egan. They call me Bucky.”

It was nice to put a name to the face. Whenever Buck had written back to her he would always mention him.

Bucky the man who had given Buck his own nickname. Bucky who had kept him on his toes. Bucky who he had spoken so highly of as a friend.

“I know.” She nodded. “The way Gale speaks about you in his letters I was expecting maybe a cape, a fan club-”

Before she could continue Buck urgently picked up her bag and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Glad you two could meet but it’s getting late, yeah? I’ll walk you to your quarters, help you settle in.”

“But I didn’t even get an autograph yet.”

Looking between the sibling duo, Bucky couldn’t help but laugh. Never in his time of knowing Buck had he seen him act so nervous. The two seemed to be close by the way she felt she could joke with him so freely. It made Bucky miss his family.

“Maybe I’ll tag along.” He spoke breaking the siblings teasing. He left a few bills on the table for the waiter and threw on his jacket. His eyes finding Delilah’s once more. “Get to know Bucks little sister more.”

“You really don’t have to.” Not only did Gale decline for the sake of avoiding another embarrassing encounter but he also caught the looks Bucky and his sister were stealing of each other.

And he didn’t like, not one bit.

“I insist, Buck.”

The three made their way to the exit. Turning around Delilah kept walking backwards as she faced the two. “Well, only if you insist. But this whole ‘Buck’s baby sister’ thing will just not do.”

“Okay,” Bucky nodded. That was fair. Opening the door for the two he smiled as Delilah passed him. “How bout ‘Baby’?”

“What? From like Dirty Dancing?”

Bucky nodded to her, a little embarrassed to admit that he watched Dirty Dancing. He almost regretted his words until she gave him a look that read ‘where have you been all my life?’

“Baby…” she tested the name before smiling.“I like it.”

Chapter 2 here!

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A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Comment and lmk your thoughts. I kept getting Bucky and Buck mixed up so if you see a little typo just ignore it😘.

How do you guys like Delilah so far?

I tried to make her and Bucks sibling relationship as real as possible.

And you already know Bucky’s down bad for her but I want it to be a little slow burn

[arimiadev]

spooky visual novel recs that just came out in the past month!!

now that the awards ceremony has happened, I can openly talk about the visual novels I liked from Spooktober VN Jam, an annual game jam for making Halloween-themed visual novels (which I happen to judge entries for)!

each of these spooky indie VNs came out at the end of September and were made in just 1 month. some are scary, some are cute, but they're all made with love so go give them some love 💜

Märchen Line

Embrace the indomitable human spirit by serving in the First Among Father's Voyager Armada- The Bravest of The Brave, who venture out to liberate the Milky Way from the True Enemy. Serving as a Soldier means embracing infinite potential. With the blessing of His Runes, you will grow stronger, smarter, faster and braver in a few weeks than you have in your entire life. All that growth comes with responsibility, and you will be expected to pay your civic dues- but luckily each Soldier is assigned a Valkyrie to help them manage their priorities. Train your stats, build your relationships, and be all you can be...or push past the galactic narrative and seek a deeper understanding of humanity's true ranking in the galactic hierarchy. 

Pippa and Your Phantasmal Problem

Ms Ester's beautiful and neat house has been mysteriously wrecked in the past few weeks and nobody knows why. Patches of dirt on the carpet, things gone missing, and all sorts of mess keeps happening around the house. The police was called to investigate, a priest was invited to bless the house, and a group of ghostbusters was hired (they were so expensive!) and none of them found anything. How useless! If this problem isn't solved by the time Ms Ester returns from her short trip, she'll kick you out. You have to find someone who can help: anyone will do, even this unreliable looking, self-proclaimed witch you just randomly met.

BAD MANORS

On Friday the 13th, your plans for a spooky Halloween night are dashed when you show up alone at the escape room reserved by your friend. You consider going home when a handsome stranger offers to accompany you. Maybe the night is saved after all… Or so you thought.

MAMA

One day, you’ll thank me. After all… mother knows best. Today’s the first day of HimeCon, a Yuri convention. You’re attending with your girlfriend who’s a vendor in the artist alley. At the convention, you receive a text that ends up changing… everything. You find yourself back in your childhood home, except this time, something’s amiss— and you’ve got to escape. She’s always w̶̨̠̟̳͚̮̫͒͒̏̏̌͑͊̒́̂̈̀̓̒͘͠ā̷̧̠͎̤͖̝̠̯͎̎̇͒̋͑̾͑̑͂̂̽͐͂̄͘̕̕͠͠͝t̷̢̙̦͖͙̹̪̠̳̰͛̓̇̀̂̾́̉̍̈́͌̇̔̑͝ç̷̥̮͓͔̣̆̀̆̔̈́̈̀͋͛̓̈͐̕͝h̵̢̧̹̲͇̭̥̰͎͖͇̎̓͒̎̂͑̽͒͑̓͗͗̕̕͘͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅi̸̛̝̳̳̠͇͍̓͒̈́̑́̒̓̊͐͒̆͘͝ͅͅñ̶̢̡̨͓̥̞͉͓͚̞̞̞̲̤̹͙͍̙͛̋̏͗̍̽̇̒̅͊͜͠ͅg̸̪͇͋̓͋̍̈́̇̽̿̑̋̏̏̈́̋̾̋̃͘ͅ you, isn’t she?

Elfin National Park

Come on down and see the ever changing sights of our forest. We have places for the whole family. Just please remember for the safety of you and your family to stay within the designated zones.

MAD LAB PARTY

Being a serial killer is hard when some crow decides to tamper with your bodies. Solution? Kill another and meet your ‘fan’ in the act?! It’s October 31st, and you are dragged out to a haunted house attraction with your friends despite the mysterious ‘Jack-o-killer’ running around, murdering strangers in gruesome and eccentric ways. Bodies ranged from being found taking the place of a scarecrow to being carved and their guts replaced with pumpkin seeds. You, however, didn’t worry about getting killed. You knew exactly who the murderer was. Problem? You knew for sure you didn’t kill them like that.

CANIDAE

The moonlight illuminates the animal that lies within everyone. Will you embrace it; or fight back? On Halloween, a gang of teenagers in animal masks head out to set off fireworks and drink with their friends. Unfortunately, nothing ever goes right for you. As the night grows darker and pranks turn to violence, your friends start to change. Will you?

Killer Chat!

A reporter by day, an aspiring writer by night: you've been asking all the important questions on the dark web.  Like, how do you bury a body? How do you kill someone with a crowbar with the right angle to cause blunt-force trauma? What's the best way to hide from law enforcement? If you're to write a good crime book, this is how you'll do it. Suddenly, ERROR! UNKNOWN invites you to a server... with a warning. "don't be so obvious smh You're Gonna Get Caught". ... It's a serial killer chatroom. You may be slightly fucked.

Spirit Driver

From the everyday passenger to the horrors of Halloween, Spirit Driver is a short, casual conversation simulator where your choices can affect the fates of people and spirits alike. Remember, your choices have consequences. Good luck!

Let's Watch Steamboat Willie

Two film nerds sit down for a comfy evening watching old movies. Next up is Steamboat Willie, and they quickly take to bickering. By the time the cartoon is over, one of them will be dead.

Shut-in Vampire

Oh no! Mayu’s in a pinch! She’s woefully behind on paying the rent, and her scary landlady, Miss Himemiya, has issued an ultimatum. Mayu needs to earn ¥100,000 by the end of October, or she’ll be kicked out! Being evicted from her home would be bad enough, but Mayu has a secret: she’s actually a vampire. Mayu hasn’t been a vampire for a full year yet, and the church is keeping close tabs on her to ensure she’s been behaving herself. According to the stone-faced Sister Juriel, it’s the church’s standard policy to execute all vampires without a fixed address, lest they start roaming the streets causing chaos. If Mayu can’t pay the rent in time, she won’t just wind up homeless: she’ll be executed! What’s a fledgeling vampire to do?

Epimutation

Spencer, a former investigative journalist, lives in a small bunker with six other people who have also managed to stay alive after a viral outbreak brought the world to ruin. They're attempting to adjust to this new normal, until they stumble across some notebook pages written by a scientist documenting the infection. Make life or death decisions, form bonds with your fellow survivors, and attempt to unravel the mystery behind the outbreak.

Not My Body!

First you wake up in somebody else's ugly house in somebody else's ugly body, and then you find another person tied up in the closet? This isn't fair at all! Why do you have to deal with this?! It's not like you put him there! And what's going on in your own body right now, anyway…?

that's all of my recommendations for now, but with over 270 entries there's plenty more indie Halloween-themed visual novels for you to try!

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Mary Earps x Reader

Flatmates & Handshakes

Part of the Beth McCarthy mini song series

Friendship Bracelet

I'm not bitter

I'm happy you're happy, it's just

I loved you first

And it's not like it was easy

But we had each other

Now you have another

And I hate it, I hate it

So go ahead and burn my friendship bracelet

Your eyes were locked in, eyebrows furrowed and squinting slightly to assert dominance as you sauntered up to the penalty spot opposite Mary. She had that dirty smirk on her face that she does when she’s trying to intimidate people but that doesn’t work on you - she knew that so you wondered why she’s even trying! You’d been friends for years and became roommates after you both joined Man U but since moving to Barcelona, you’re now on the opposite side of the field. As the ref tried to sort out a ruckus between the players behind, you cemented the spot as yours. Nobody knows you like Mary.. but nobody knows Mary like you either. Endless days of practicing penalties against her probably makes her think she can read you like a book. But you know her tactics too; how she reads body language and positioning, studies every member of a team before a game and has player stats on her water bottle. You noticed she didn’t check it for you though, clearly thinking she had this one in the bag. Since leaving the country for Spain you hadn’t kept in contact at all, she’d unfollowed you on social media and blocked your number. It’s sad but it’s not your fault, she’s the one that ruined the friendship.

From teenagers you’d grown into women together, spending nights holding each other’s hair back over a toilet is where your friendship blossomed after your under 19 games. She was a liability but she was your liability and equally you were hers - always taking it in turns to be the sensible one. As you grew up, both of you realised you wanted to take football more seriously and those nights became few and far between… probably for the best really! Your late nights turned into bleary eyed car rides and sitting on the boot analysing the stars. Sometimes you would catch yourself missing it when you were driving home in the dark by yourself, wondering if she looks at the stars and thinks of you too. Those were the days when days were simple. You had plans to grow old together in the same care home causing havoc everyday but moving in together you soon realised you weren’t compatible as roommates. Well.. it wasn’t Mary that was the problem, she was your platonic soulmate, it was her boyfriend that caused the breakdown in your friendship. Mary’s boyfriend took great offence to the different people you bought home most weekends, he didn’t want Mary around that and for someone who never had a problem with it, she soon took his side over yours. You were young and single, what else was there to do? She used to be like that too until she wanted something better.

You’re not bitter, you just hate the way things were left. It was a huge row fuelled by her boyfriend being home one night when you bought yet another person back to the flat. He lit the spark, making one simple comment then sat back and watched Mary implode; throwing you out along with all of your belongings in the middle of the night. Ripping her friendship bracelet off like you would a wedding ring and throwing it as she slammed the door in your face. Luckily, that’s when Barca approached and just in time to get you out of the WSL and out of the country.

Unfortunately for you though Man U had qualified for the Champion’s League this season which meant playing them and her in the quarter final. There’s nothing you would have loved more than to be benched for this game but you’d really come on leaps and bounds since being at Barca. They’d developed your game into something you could have only dreamed about when you were little and was now a firm starter on the team. Unluckily for Mary, you were their star penalty taker too.

After one misplaced and badly timed tackle caused Geyse to fall to the floor inside the box, a penalty was immediately awarded. The score was currently 1-1 and with not a lot of time left on the clock, this was your time to shine. Mary had the longest clean sheet streak in the WSL and was only a few games away from making women’s football history. You know how much keeping her clean sheet means to her which meant you had to break it. There’s nothing you want more than to rip her streak away from her and rub that smug look off of her face.

You knew she would never expect you to shoot with your left foot, but that’s just one skill you’d picked up in Spain that she didn’t know about yet. Yeah, it’s your weaker foot but it’s your highest chance of getting it past the best goalie in the world - as much as you hated her winning that award, you knew she deserved it. The ref’s whistle hurtled through your ears as you started your run up. Making sure you didn’t give her any inkling of what way you were going until the last possible second. Watching her dive left as you shot right -

GOOOOOAAAAALLLLL!!!!!

Not waiting for the ball to hit the back of the net you ran to the fans, knee sliding into the corner as you were bundled from behind by your teammates. One by one the bodies plucked themselves from you just as they were replaying the goal on the big screen. Looking up to see Mary’s pissed off face projected onto it made you the happiest you’d been in ages, revenge certainly feels sweet!

Confidently taking your time strolling to the middle of the pitch to restart, nothing could wipe the happy little smirk off your face. Touching the ball a few times before the final whistle blew and cementing your team into the championship final. Shaking hands with your old teammates who passed you and chatting to the few who stopped to catch up, you didn’t see Mary approach from behind. Gloved hands grabbed your shoulders and turned your body around to face her, “when did you learn to shoot with your left foot?” her voice sounding annoyed and a little impressed at the same time. “Few months ago, been saving it for a special occasion” you shrugged, not knowing what the reaction would be to your response. “Oh and you thought ruining my streak was a special occasion aih?” her voice animated as she nudged your ribs. “It was the only way I’d get it past the best goalie in the world” a hint of sarcasm in your sentence raised a small one sided smile from your ex best friend. “If anyone was going to ruin it, I’m glad it was you” taking your hand in hers and pulling your chests into each other. Disentangling your limbs you sensed a slight glimmer in both your eyes, wondering if the other remembered your old handshake. A few seconds passed as the situation was assessed by both of you before bursting into amateur dramatics and performing the handshake that was created on your 17th birthday.

Laughing together in the middle of the pitch you stopped suddenly, tilting your head to one side and sighing. “I’ve missed you” taking the first step of admitting the truth about the estranged friendship. Throwing her arm around your shoulders as you walked towards the dugouts, “me too, we’ve got lots to catch up on” Mary smiled disappearing up the tunnel together, loud giggling echoing off the metal walls.

[veren-cos]

It Could Be Us

Chapter 4

1, prev., next

Sambastian x Reader fic

"Sebastian you dumbass, I like you!!!" I huffed it out. "Why can't you get it through your stupid head that I'm in love with you. You idiot! You absolute imbecile!"

God he is so fucking dumb! Fuck it. I don't even care my confession is me screaming at him.

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Let's rewind, shall we?

I was at Abigails, trying to make a new character for Solarion Chronicles. It was going swimmingly! We had a great backstory, and our stats were suprisingly good. It was such a normal occurrence, I didn't suspect a thing when she ran out of the room, saying she just was running to grab a snack.

Little did I know the 'snack' she was grabbing, was Sebastian. "Abigail, what the hell!" He slammed the door shut once he saw I was in her room. Through muffled yells I heard, "I thought we were making your character! Why is the farmer here?"

"Because the two of you need to talk. And we are making the SC characters! We have been working on ours for like an hour!" Though I couldn't see her face, I could picture her look of disappointment. Of course she couldn't have known. She had no idea just how hurt he had been. The two kept arguing and arguing. I couldn't just listen from behind the door.

With a click of the handle, I reached out and pulled Sebastian into the room. "Sebastian. Whatevers going on between us is *Between Us*. Don't take it out on Abigail."

He huffed, "Well she should have known.. I don't want to talk to you." He pulled away, but I closed the door behind him.

"Sebastian. We need to talk."

"I already said I don't want to, can't you get the hint?"

"You already said what you wanted to say at the beach! You haven't heard anything about what I have to say, or anything Sam does on the topic either!"

"Oh my Yoba, farmer! It's always Sam with you. Sam, Sam, Sam, always Sam! You know at one point I deluded myself onto think you like me. Did you know that?" He laughed. It was a dry laugh. A laugh that made me pity his mear existence at the point. A laugh that me want to hold him, to comfort him.

He continued, "But no! You like Sam! Why do you even want to be around me? Didn't you just use me to get closer to him? That's why you always gave me things, huh? Always dropped by my house? Said hi to me at pool? You always looked away every time I glanced in your direction. Always at Sam. Always Sam! So it's bad enough that I started to fall for you. But it's even worse that you fell for my first love!"

He was tearing up... "You just had to go for Sam. God fucking damn it farmer. Just leave me alone. I can't deal with you two together. It's too painful."

You know, i almost pitied him so a second. But god how can he be so dumb! "Sebastian you dumbass, I like you!!!" I huffed it out. "Why can't you get it through your stupid head that I'm in love with you. You idiot! You absolute imbecile!"

God he is so fucking dumb! Fuck it. I don't even care my confession is me screaming at him. "Yes! Yes, I like Sam! I love him so much! He is so kind, and loving. He always knows just what to say, and he-"

"So you admit it! You admit you're in love with him!" Near every emotion was flashing through his eyes.

"Yes but you're missing the most important part. I'm also in love with *you*!" I grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks and making him look at me. "Can't you get that through your thick skull?"

He pulled away, "How does that make any sense? You're in love with both of us. Are you kidding me? Sam is so perfect for you! I see how you work together. How he looks at you. How you look at him. I'm just a nobody. A tag-along. A third wheel. C'mon farmer listen to yourself."

"You listen to yourself! I am being so explicit and obvious with how I feel about you. If you are so observant to see how me and Sam look at each other, then you should be smart enough to know we look at you the same way! You aren't a nobody. Have some confidence Seb, we love you!"

"I-" he blinked. "Wait." Maybe it finally got through his head. "..We?"

And I let out a breath. "Yes, we." I only have one shot. He is finally listening, but if I screwed this up I don't think he could handle it. "Sam and I talked about it. We love you, Seb."

He was stunned. "So.. you love me. And, Sam..?"

"Mmhmm" I nodded.

The wind outside filled the long silence. The quiet whisper of the trees, the river just a bit away. The waves ebbing and flowing, making a beautiful melody to clash against the awkward mood. I gave him the time he needed to think. Yet this kept dragging on.

"What does that mean for.. everything? For us? For you two? Hold on. Geez farmer why didn't you tell me before I yelled at you so much?"

"Because you yelled at me before I could even tell you! That day on the beach? Yeah. I was heading to talk to you about this. But then you stormed away. Something I'm still a bit upset about, by the way." I glared at him. As much as I love his stupid face, he could be so frustrating. But it sounded like he was getting it.

"BOTH OF YOU CALM DOWN!" Suddenly Sam burst into the room! "I don't want to hear you both arguing!"

"Sam???" We looked over to see the blond freaking the fuck out.

"And I know that you guys are going through something right now, but Sebastian! What on earth are you even mad about?"

"Sam.." Sebastian tried to stop him.

"Because the Farmer has been stuck trying to think of how to talk to you for days!! And so have I! You don't look at me the same anymore. And"

"Sam." This time I tried.

"I know I should have said this earlier but Seb I love you so much. And so does the farmer. But we can't tell you if you won't listen to us!"

"SAM!" Abigail screeched out. "I brought you here to calm these two down, not so you could freak out and make things worse!!

Me and Sebastian blinked. Just how long had we been talking??? I questioned, "did you go all the way to Sam's, then back with him just in the span of our" I gave Seb an awkward glance, "uh.. tiff?"

"Well yeah! It was a whole two and a half pages long!"

"I'm sorry?" Seb interjected.

"Pff. Hahaha, Abigail oh goodness. You know bringing him here could have made things so much worse. Don't get me wrong Sam, I love you, but oh gosh if it hadn't gotten through Seb's THICK SKULL just moments ago this fight could have exploded."

"I'm still sorry about that.." Sebastian sighed. I wish I knew what was going on in his head right now.

"Shhh I know it's okay" I teased, wrapping my arm around his shoulder.

"Okay.. what???" Sam had been brought here to calm down our little screaming match. But here we were, me drapped around him, even teasing him. "What.. happened?"

"Oh boy, do we have a lot to catch you up on."

Masterlist

An* this chapter was a lot of fun! I like being able to use abigail's frustration at her dumbass friends to push the plot. It's a good time.

Just out of curiosity, and unrelated to this fic. I know that people see and interact with polls more than they leave likes on my stuff? So,

I write because it's fun, but I'm curious if more people read them than I think hahaha

[dogxyears]

"deal with it. embrace the pain, spank your inner moppet, whatever. but get over it." — cordelia chase, buffy the vampire slayer.

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed hallie song walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who she is/? they kind of look like jessica henwick and i could be wrong but i think that they might be 30 years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last 20 years. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of cordelia chase from buffy. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at retro roots as the owner. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the dilettante of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty self involved at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty effervescent to me.

STATS:

full name: halina bao walsh-song

nicknames: just hallie. seriously. birth certificate notwithstanding, nobody has ever actually called her by her full first name.

birthdate: july 10

zodiac: cancer sun / virgo moon / libra rising

age: 30

pronouns: she / her

orientation: bi

birthplace: sengkang, singapore

current residence: palmview, fl / seaglass gardens #4B

BIO: tw brief, vague narcissistic parent mention, drug mention, depression

hallie was the product of a tale as old as time — the all consuming love affair between a rich man and a beautiful young actress. everybody said it couldn't last, and it didn't! less than a year after hallie was born in singapore, andrew walsh and xiaoling song were already locked into a bitter divorce that would draw out through her young childhood.

by the time she was five, things were mostly settled — or, as settled as the attention-seeking daughter of two wealthy narcissists could be, really. in lieu of spending much quality time or expending affection towards her, hallie's parents were more likely to simply give her anything she asked for, and then some. the first ten years of her life were spent almost entirely with her mom, whisked around on the actress' busy schedule, visiting her dad on holidays and birthdays.

despite the lavish hotels, fancy plane rides, and every gift that a young girl could ever dream of, it wouldn't shock most people to find out that hallie was quite sad for most of her early years. her parents' affections came only in the form of gifts and money, and any real attention paid to her was always cut short by their ever demanding careers.

when she was ten, hallie's mother remarried, and suddenly her life of plane rides and jetlag was traded for the city of palmview, florida. having grown up in the lap of luxury, the somewhat quiet beach town was an adjustment. not to mention, her early life experiences alienated her from her peers, and despite genuine efforts to make friends, her classmates always seemed to keep their distance.

it was a defense mechanism until it started operating without her control — within a few years, as she entered high school, hallie had developed quite the reputation. depending on who you asked, she was stuck up, stubborn, spoiled, or maybe even just straight up a bitch, unaware of the fact that acting the way she did was the only way hallie ever got any attention from who she really craved it from, her parents.

but what did she care what the people of palmview thought of her, anyways? she was simply riding out the next few years until she could head to london, or paris, or at least new york. all she knew was, she was out of there the second she turned eighteen.

and she was true to her word. after high school graduation, new york was where she landed. set up in one of her father's empty apartments, setting her sights on a degree in fashion, hallie felt that she was finally free to be who she was always intended to be. without the burden of suburban high school drama, without much more than a monthly check in call from either of her parents, hallie was left to her own devices.

and she mostly stayed that way for the next decade. sure, she had a tendency to party too much and spend too much money, but she graduated only a semester late and started working on her own fashion designs with the intent of setting up her own brand.

as she found out for the first time after college, much to hallie's surprise and chagrin, working hard actually sucks. despite all her effort, her designs were never what she wanted them to be, and she constantly found herself comparing herself with other designers, unable to bring her visions to fruition.

(drugs) so she did what anyone facing failure for virtually the first time in her life might do — she went on a bender, and only after she maxed out a credit card with a comically high limit did her parents finally feel the need to step in. of course, with her parents high paying and high profile jobs, the only option was to send her away to a private rehab facility in the mountains, and pray that any journalists who caught find of the story would accept a bribe.

(depression) at rock bottom, hallie had no choice but to try. it took days before she was able to even get out of her bed, the nurses coaxing her gently away from her catatonic staring. it took weeks before she really entertained the idea of participating, but with lack of anything better to do, she started talking. and what she found was surprising — whereas hallie had always assumed she suffered from what her parents derisively called "bored rich kid disease", the doctor at the rehab facility had a different opinion: she was in fact, clinically depressed.

for someone whose problems had always been solved by money and a natural talent for talking her way out of things, hallie was at a loss when dealing with something that could only be resolved chemically. it was an agonizingly long road for someone with only the shortest fuse of patience, but eventually, she was able to find a medication that worked for her, and for the first time in her life at age 25, hallie felt an emotion she had never really known before: calm.

it lasted for a few years. during the downtime of rehab and recovery, she was able to lock into her passion for vintage clothing, using her mother's closet for inspiration. eventually, she was able to put together a line of clothing she was proud of, and the product of more than a year's work culminated in a fashion show put together in new york. heart bursting with pride, hallie sent the invitation to both her parents months in advance — but that day, as she watched the crowd and held her breath, the only sign of her parents ended up being some half-baked excuses sent by rushed texts.

it was all she had worked for, and for what? despite all her efforts, hallie began to feel like a little kid again, begging and crying for her parents attention, only to still not receive it. one missed call to her therapist later, and hallie woke up a few days later in the same place she started all those years ago: rock bottom.

when a well-meaning friend finally reached out to her parents, it was the last straw. apparently, she had finally embarrassed them for the last time. with the threat of all her financial stability being pulled out from under her, hallie was only given one choice: to come live with one of her parents, or move back to palmview and get a job. with the last parting gift from her parents (which was, of course, money) she threw it all onto a dream: the retro roots vintage shop.

that was two years ago. back on her meds, spending most of her days running the shop and attending therapy and NA diligently, hallie's life is far quieter than it used to be. still though, she's aware of the echo of that person she used to be, and she can't help but wonder as she walks around: will everyone always see her that way?

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

acquaintances from high school. like, especially if hallie was kind of a bitch to them! please! make her atone for her sins! she feels bad!!!

no but really, anyone who she might have crossed paths with when she lived in palmview as a kid/teen

retro roots customers! she would totally save special pieces and give special discounts to her favs

NA sponsor / acquaintances

neighbors

maybe an ex from high school ???

or perhaps even just a current flirtationship

or just someone who thinks she's full of shit and kind of annoyed by her, lmao

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites: The Ultra Opposites Episode #5: “Rise of The Empress”

(for @avaveevo and @crazychanuwu77)

(artworks made by @crazychanuwu77)

Characters:

Terry/Solar Flare

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian

Yumyulack/Psylock

Jesse/Electra

The Pupa

AISHA

Janiz

EVA, AISHA's Cousin

Daryl

Ophelia

Principal Cooke

Miss Frankie

In a lovely afternoon, the Solar Opposites were doing their usual activities. Yumyulack is even hanging out with his boyfriend Daryl.

Daryl: So, how are you doing?

Yumyulack: Oh y’know. Just the usual. I was just hanging out with my family. Nothing much.

Daryl: Oh.

As for the adults were fixing a machine, with Korvo’s sister Janiz helping tighten the screw. Suddenly, an alarm rang.

Janiz: Oh shit! That’s the Ultra Opposites signal!

Korvo: What?! What the fuck is happening?!

Terry: I don’t know. Better go get the kids.

Terry then head to a school and head into the Principal Office, with Cooke annoyed.

Principal Cooke: What the fuck is your problem Opposites? You better have a good explanation.

Miss Frankie: What the hell are you doing this time?!

Terry: Only a family emergency. Just call our kids up here!

Principal Cooke: Ugh! Fine! uses his speaker Yumyulack and Jesse Opposites! Come into my office!

Yumyulack and Jesse head into the office.

Terry: Kids! Big emergency stat!

As Terry grabs the kids and takes them home, Daryl was busy taking his stuff out of the locker. Until, someone grabbed him.

Back at the Ultra Opposites HQ, Janiz was busy typing down what is happening.

Janiz: Oh shit! It’s that ruthless empress Ophelia! She might be out to destroy Earth!

Aisha: Hmm. According to my settings, she’s here to rule Earth! Damn, that bitch is evil and nasty!

Korvo: Hmm? Something is up with that Empress! Ultra Opposites, time to transform!

Terry, Yumyulack and Jesse: Right!

The Solar Opposites transforms into Ultra Opposites as they get into their superhero stance and they prepare to head out to stop Ophelia.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Come on Ultra Opposites! Let’s go stop that empress!

Pupa: Go Ultra Opposites!

The Ultra Opposites head off to stop the empress.

Janiz then got busy to figure out why Ophelia is attacking Earth right now.

Janiz: Hmm? suddenly hears Ophelia talking on the radio Uh oh, I don’t think Yumyulack is gonna like this. Eve, get to Ultra Opposites! Stat!

The heroes made it to where Ophelia is at.

Terry/Solar Flare: Not so fast you evil bitch! We’re here to stop you!

Ophelia: Oh, the Ultra Opposites! What a surprise! Time to fucking crush you superhero aliens!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Nice fucking try! We got very powerful super powers!

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: So Don’t try to stop us!

Jesse/Electra: Yeah! What they said, bi-atch!

The Ultra Opposites get into a fight-pose stance as they prepare to stop the Empress. Suddenly, Yumyulack notices sometime he knows tied up.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Oh my God! Daryl?!

Daryl: Ultra Opposites, look out! She’s here to- gets shock by Ophelia as he screams in pain

Ophelia: Shut up bitch!

Yumyulack/Psylock, horrified that Ophelia hurt Daryl: You...YOU MONSTER! Ophelia slaps Yumyulack/Psylock, causing him to fall.

Jesse/Electra: YUMYULACK!

Ophelia: Don't fool with me, you little rat. You are powerless against- Ophelia is suddenly slashed on the cheek. She looks to see EVA

Ophelia: Why you little fool...

EVA: Not on my watch!

Ophelia and EVA fights while Yumyulack recovers and helps free Daryl as he unties him.

Daryl: Damn, thanks babe.

Yumyulack/Psylock: No problem honey. But, I better get you to safety. uses his mind reading powers to get through Ophelia

Ophelia: What are you doing?!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Nobody messes with my boyfriend, you motherfucker! uses his psychic powers to blast Ophelia away Electra!

Jesse/Electra: On it babe! Uses her electric wrecking ball that shocks Ophelia, but Ophelia uses her gravity powers to try to hurt Jesse as she fell on the floor

Ophelia: Nice try you little brat!

Jesse/Electra: gets back and uses her electric ball to shock Ophelia Nice try fucker! uses her anger to unleash a massive lightning blast Ophelia away as she screams

Ophelia: Grr! You! suddenly gets hit by a fireball from Solar Flare

Terry/Solar Flare: Fire time, motherfucker! uses his fire powers to distract Ophelia

AISHA: made it with Pupa Go get ‘em Terry!

Pupa: Solar Flare!

Suddenly, Solar Flare gets hit by Ophelia as he fell on the floor. Korvo then sees his beloved sweetheart in danger as he gasp once he notice Ophelia about to throw a purple fireball at Solar Flare until the Legendary Super Shlorpian uses his ice powers to destroy it with his ice breath.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: That does it! You mess with my Solar Flare, you mess with me!

With a huge growl, the Legendary Super Shlorpian transforms into his Super Shlorpian form as he roars.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Aaaahhh!…… that’s better.

Solar Flare gets back up as he and the Replicants stare at him shockingly. Solar Flare ignites himself whenever he’s turned on (or whenever he sees SS Korvo) as the kids flew up.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Damn Terry!

Jesse/Electra: Jesus Christ!

Terry/Solar Flare: cools down Damn honey. You so strong!

Jesse/Electra: Wow! You really getting good at handling your super Shlorpian form!

Yumyulack/Psylock: What's it like to transform?

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: I can't describe it. It's very intense and...erotic...

Terry/Solar Flare: And they say I'm the horny one?

Ophelia: evil laugh No one can stop me now!

The Legendary Super Shlorpian roars as he uses his ice breath to blast Ophelia away as she screams. Solar Flare blushes at his sweet hubby as Korvo continues to fight Ophelia as he lands by his wing, Ophelia tries to throw a fireball but then Solar Flare ignited and punches Ophelia in the face as she screams.

Terry/Solar Flare: That’s right bitch l! You done!

Yumyulack/Psylock: That’s for kidnapping my boyfriend you bitch!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Stand down you motherfucker! Janiz?!

Janiz: made it On it! uses a machine to tie up Ophelia, who escapes

Ophelia: This isn’t over Ultra Opposites! I’ll be back! transports away

Janiz: Damn it, she got away!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: That’s okay, when she comes back, we’ll be ready for her!

Psylock flies over to Daryl as he smiles.

Yumyulack/Psylock: So, what do you think?

Daryl: Babe, you were fantastic. kisses Yumyulack as he blushes

Jesse/Electra: So, what do you want to do now?!

Janiz: Who wants pizza?!

Yumyulack/Psylock and Jesse/Electra: I do! I do! I do!

Terry/Solar Flare: Easy there kiddos. Just head home, Janiz will order pizza in a minute.

Yumyulack/Psylock and Jesse/Electra: Okay.

As Janiz takes the kids home, Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian stayed behind as the two super hero alien husbands stare at each other lovingly.

Terry/Solar Flare: Huh? Looks like we done it again, huh Legendary Super Shlorpian?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: You got that right Solar Flare.

Terry/Solar Flare: Mmm, tell you what, I love it when you turn into your Super Shlorpian form.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: chuckles You sure you wanna do our thing later?

Terry/Solar Flare: If you say so.

The two Ultra Opposites husbands share a kiss as the sunsetsets and the two husbands fell on the grass softly in an embrace as they French kiss away. Even if Ophelia got away, she always be stopped, and the world will always be save, thanks to the Ultra Opposites.

The End

[tutuandscoot]

Day 11: Moment from 2018 Olympics

While there are hundreds of incredible moments from these few weeks and the moments leading up to it, on this occasion I’ve chosen to talk about the last few minutes of their final competitive practice.. ever.

The morning of their final competitive skate, Tessa for the first time in her iconic red flame dress, skating these steps for the last time before judgement..

As is customary with pre-event practices, teams run their programs in order of competition, so TS are practicing last, at the end of a 40 or so minute session, they have had time to get warmed up, practice all their elements, receive instruction from their coaches, cool down a bit again and prepare themselves for their run through. As they are about half way through their program- as the music transitions to come what may, the remaining teams vacate the ice having already practiced and have decided to finish before the end of the session. TS are now left alone, the rink just for them to continue dancing.

At one point T seemingly notices everyone else has left..

Whether the other teams leaving was a factor in this or not, either way they go into the final dancing moments of their program following their curve lift. They just.. without being messy or sloppy, throw everything away and just dance with the biggest smiles on their faces, eating up the space, flying across the ice, it’s incredible to witness, even on tape from the back corner of the rink. Their joy is infections- whenever, no matter what they are skating, practice or show or competition. They make you believe in their love of dancing together. I’ve always kinda hated the term ‘dance like nobody’s watching’ because to me it seemed that you would want people watching you.. dance is a performance art and giving to an audience is the whole point of it.. I didn’t feel I danced my best when I was alone with no one watching.. but TS have had me completely abandon my prejudice over that because they really, truly do dance like nobody is watching- it’s the overwhelming honestly you see in them when they dance together, each other’s joy infecting the other.. no matter who is watching, others on the ice or them completely alone. You don’t need to hear them verbally say they dance for each other because it’s obvious. Clear as night and day. That they took this opportunity to skate as big and joyous as they could.. they seemed satisfied with what they had practiced pre-music, a lot of the program they didn’t do in this full run through, they could’ve just let the music run out, but they saw the opportunity and whether practicing this part was pre-planned or not, the did not waste these final moments.

I also just want to mention how incredibly professional they are.. in every way that is clear, but specifically in two moments here.

Following their run through they take a few seconds on their own to catch their breath, then whether they themselves knew they would or their coaches told them to go back and do their stat lift, they collect themselves and run it perfectly- all this while it being the end of the rehearsal and they begin to get pressured to finish up. They are so good at what they do, their elements- specifically lifts are and always have been so solid, they can just throw themselves into them with little notice and they both execute their respective roles so so well.

Another thing that happened at the beginning of their run through with music, was they gently collided during the second set of twizzles.. I say gently because that’s exactly how it happened. I’m not gonna be the one to assign blame to either- who crashed into who, their tracking just seemingly got.. off track, but even as it happened they didn’t miss a beat and were back in sync for the next ones. You can see from this angle he seems to ask if she’s ok and she looks like she responds. After they had done their stat. lift they circle round again and confer on their respective parallel pathways, run the twizzles again- this time perfectly. I have never seen footage of them colliding on twizzles. It really did seem like a freak accident with very little- if any consequence, but watching this practice just now, I was just thinking how they have talked several times about practicing mistakes and interruptions to their programs.. for years; music stopping, lights going out, shitty ice quality, falling on command etc.. it wouldn’t surprise me if they had practiced colliding on twizzles, and I also wouldn’t put it past them just as a mental challenge- checking for themselves their brains are turned on, to practice a miscommunication incident at an event. It seems unlikely that they would- given the tv cameras, commentators and people in the crowd- specifically judges that watch practices.. although I really don’t know what sort of tangible effect something like this would have on their actual competition score considering their twizzles were perfect when it mattered.. so idk. It probably was a freak accident and the way they handled it goes to show just how on the same wavelength they are, or if it was an intentional mental check- it also goes to show how incredible the are.

As they finish their twizzles the end of practiced is announced, then announced again with a bit more.. urgency. TS were clearly done practicing and look over as if to say ‘we know we’re leaving’. I get the event (the whole Olympics) runs to a very strict schedule and the ice had to be resurfaced before the start of the event.. but like they were finished and were heading back to centre ice to bow.. idk..more than anything it again shows how mentally prepared they were for anything, not to let outside factors- anything they couldn’t control affect their mindset, which I so admire about them how formidable they were- but most importantly how formidable they were together, and how their constant caring and loving nature towards each other wasn’t at all compromised in their pursuit of being unstoppable.. I love how you can really see that in this final practice.

[taintedsoul-if]

Hi hi! Miss Softheartedlady 😆🤗

LOL all of these Trysten/Trista asks makes me sad for my MC

Karma will find its way to Trysten/Trista and Yesenia 😈 I can feel it 👀🤭

Btw, can we have a small theater where we burn these two in our minds, I would love to see that even tho it's only an imagination 😂😈🔥

You mentioned that we can't kill Yesenia then is it possible for Cadmus/Atticus to kill her well... since they're ancient and powerful? 👀 jk but "what if" do you think it's possible? (without the protagonist's halo)

I would love to try all the ROs routes but I can't find myself trying Trysten/Trista route. it's just... I can't handle their personality and how they treat MC and the angst my God 😂🏃‍♀️ tho I love the angst when it comes to Cadmus 🤭 I don't think I can handle these tortures... For me, Trysten/Trista is an example of a big walking red flag 🏃‍♀️🥲🚩🚩🚩🚨

Hi. ☺.

Oh Yes! Karma will be fucking Trysten/Trista a hundred ways into next week!

When Yesenia finds out that the MC is currently seeing someone else, she's going to try to work her charm on the RO the MC is dating. When Yesenia met Atticus for the first time, a few years ago she felt as if a powerful man like that should belong to her. He should kneel at her feet and do her every bidding! Yesenia has tried to enter Atticus mind once, just so that she could rewrite a few of his memories. When Yesenia entered his sea of consciousness, what she saw terrified her to the core. In the dark, a pair of [REDACTED] looked at her. "Next time we'll kill you if you ever attempt to do something like this." An ominous maniacal voice said, from out of the darkness. Yesenia went mad for one day, tormented by images of carnivorous creatures feasting on her body. What she saw that day, nobody knows but ever since then, she keeps herself far far away from Atticus.

Cadmus and Atticus don't even need to raise their hand to deal with such a small fish. Just one command, is all they need. "Die." And Yesenia will be plummeting to her death. So yes and yes it is possible. 👀👀

I love me some Cadmus angst too. He shouted at the MC in chapter1. My heart felt very uncomfortable! I felt myself shed a small drop of tears. I couldn't help wondering why he was so mean to them. Depending on the choices readers choose, it will either raise these stats Romance. Friendship. Resentment. 👀👀.

Tell me about it! I've had someone ask me over and over again why I made them an RO?! I don't like this character one bit. 🙄. ME neither, when I was thinking about this character, I told myself not every RO should have a happy ending. A new soul entered the body, with that being said if a reader decides to go after the life the OH lived in the past, let them experience exactly what the OH experienced in their past life. Because being with Trysten/Trista is an act of betrayal! But still, I am recommending this route, cause I am going all out. Soon there'll be little anons sending in ask in my box, with tears, snot, and blood dripping down their little faces. 🤣😂. I'll probably be on their hate list soon. But I am owning it! *struts around like a peacock.*

Little threatre:

Yesenia: Who?

Trysten/Trista: *trying to free hand* You're quite bold! Whomever you are, let us go and we'll keep our mouths shut about what happened here.

MC: ...... *walks out of the darkness*

Trysten/Trista: MC let us go.

MC: *snorted a laugh* tusk. Tusk. Tusk. Your royal highness, this is what my mother felt like when your royal family cornered her, making her feel as if she had no choice. *aggressively squeeze Trysten/Trista's cheek* did you have fun? Did you have fun sucking the life out of her?

Trysten/Trista: *grits teeth*

MC: I want you and your white lotus to feel what my mother felt in her last moments.

Yesenia: *tensed* wh-what do you mean.

MC: *removes a glowing purple flame from pocket* I got this from an old man, I saved a few months back. He said that this flame is very dangerous, before humans were bestowed the powers of the gods, this was used to torture them. I heard that it's twice as harsh when used on a Phasron. So I kept it, just in case it might come in handy one day.

Trysten/Trista: y-you put that down.

MC: the old man said, first it burns the bones in one's body to ash, then the internal organ, slowly it will melt the skin off their body. 🤔 not sure if he was telling the truth, so let's try it first on Yesenia, and you and I will watch it together. *heart eyes*.

Yesenia: *cries pitifully* your royal highness save me!

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Alright thank you for the ask and have a wonderful day! Sorry, it took me a bit of time to answer... 👀👀

[exclted]

deep character dive!!

tagged by: the whole damn dash tagging: you. yes, you.

NAME: lucina ummm lowell

BODY

height: 172cm / 5′8

strength ★★★★☆ (canonically, lucina makes multiple statements about being "stronger than she appears" and can evidently lift like a gymbro so... high on the scale)

dexterity ★★★★☆ (ok miss triple backflip in that one cutscene)

health ★★★★★ (physically she is like. great. doctors love this bitch)

energy ★★★☆☆ (she is not very energetic by nature, though is quite keen on endurance and can muster it when needed)

beauty ★★★☆☆ (she's like. i don't know. a very large demographic to which fire emblem appeals would 5 star this one but tbh? lucina is very handsome i think, very conventionally attractive, but it's so low on her priority scale LMFAO)

style ☆☆☆☆☆ (i don't even have to say it)

hygiene ★★★★☆ (loses a point because at times of high stress she's prone to forgetting to take care of herself, but nobility is as nobility does yknow)

SKILLS

perception ★★★★★ (extremely important survival skill so)

communication ★★☆☆☆ (can she communicate a point? yes. eloquently? absolutely not.)

persuasion ★☆☆☆☆ (erm. not if she's making a point to try, anyway)

mediation ★★★☆☆ (skills include: picking you up by the scruff and dragging you away like a kitten. source: inigo probably)

literacy ★★★★☆ (she's literally The history book fan of ever)

creativity ★☆☆☆☆ (owain won that genetic war)

cooking ★★☆☆☆ (im not even gonna get into it)

tech savvy ★☆☆☆☆ (in a modern au, owain has to teach her how to take a screenshot)

combat ★★★★★ (self explanatory)

survival ★★★★★ (also self explanatory)

stealth ★★★☆☆ (but is it really stealth if nobody could possibly recognize you because in this world you do not exist?)

street smarts ★★☆☆☆ (she can get by. maybe)

seduction ★☆☆☆☆ (one star because despite being like chronically dense, lucina is never short on people to swoon over her)

luck ★☆☆☆☆ (source: didnt wanna look up the stat)

handling animals ★★★☆☆ (does she try? no. is she awkward? yes. and yet i feel like animals probably generally like her)

pacifying children ★★★☆☆ (same thing as above LMFAO lucina looks helpless in a crowd of children but trust me they are so enamored)

MIND

intelligence ★★★★☆ (she's an idiot but like only in ways a smart person can be yknow)

happiness ★★★☆☆ (we don't have time to unpack this one)

spirituality ★★★★☆ (it's complicated but like when you meet god u kinda gotta believe in her ykno)

confidence ★★★☆☆ (depends tbh)

humor ★☆☆☆☆ (i do not need to elaborate)

anxiety ★★☆☆☆ (she... is good at appearing collected but that bitch is so stressed and nervous and worried fr)

patience ★★★★☆ (her bestest bud ever is literally the most insane long-winded man on the fucking planet and she listens to every word out of his mouth with so much genuine interest sho she's GOTTA be)

passion ★★★★★ (that is all that she is babey)

nice         ★☆☆☆☆     mean (if she ever says anything mean it's not because she's trying to be yknow)

brave       ★☆☆☆☆     cowardly (hello woman who was prepared to go back in time and save the world by herself)

pacifist     ☆☆★☆☆     violent (she voices her opposition to unnecessary violence but also understands it is unavoidable in a lot of scenarios)

thoughtful ☆☆★☆☆    impulsive  (absolutely depends)

agreeable ☆★☆☆☆     contrary (she is not the type to argue really)

idealistic   ☆☆☆★☆     pragmatic (she's kinda been forced into realism)

frugal        ☆☆★☆☆     big spender (will spend money but doesn't like. do it in excess)

extrovert   ☆☆☆★☆     introvert (her social skills bestie...)

collected   ★☆☆☆☆     wild (self explanatory)

ambitious / possessive / stubborn / jealous / decisive / perfectionist <- (but only stubborn in the refuses to die kinda way.)

SOCIAL

charisma ★☆☆☆☆ (sighs)

empathy ★★★☆ (i think she's fairly empathetic but also kinda awkward abt it)

generosity ★★★★★ (what's hers is yours tbh)

wealth ★★★☆☆ (i mean she is nobility but also was broke in the time she spent as marth and like... idk how them church paychecks be lookin)

honest   ★☆☆☆☆ deceptive (lucina can NOT lie to save her fucking life)

leader   ★☆☆☆☆   follower (um. lord.)

polite     ★☆☆☆☆  rude (nobility taught her good)

political ☆★☆☆☆  indifferent (um... lord)

BELIEFS

higher power ★★★★★ (met naga so like)

fate/destiny ★★★★ (does she believe in it? 100%. does she believe it can be changed? um yeah no shit)

magic ★★★★★ (blinks in fire emblem character)

soulmates ★☆☆☆☆ (i don't think she's given it much thought)

good and evil ★★★☆☆ (it's not THAT black and white)

luck ★★☆☆☆ (ummm also dont think she gives it much thought)

PRIORITIES

family ★★★★★★★★★★★★ (yeah)

friends ★★★★★★★★★★★★ (yeah)

love ★★☆☆☆ (it's NOT a priority in any capacity but it's nice. waves at larcei)

home ☆☆☆☆☆ (um. home is kind of. like. gone. so.)

health ★☆☆☆☆ (miss DOES NOT TAKE CARE OF SELF.)

praise ★☆☆☆☆ (she doesn't think she deserves it so she foesn't look for it really)

justice ★★★★☆ (...lord)

truth ★★★★★ (it's important to her yeah)

power ★★☆☆☆ (not a priority but like. i do think she's a little sad about not becoming a proper exalt (read: a lot))

fame ★☆☆☆☆ (she doesn't care/doesn't think she is worth it but also. wants it quietly despite viewing it as unobtainable. oh to be among the history books with all her favs)

wealth ☆☆☆☆☆ (doesn't care tbh)

others' opinions ★★★☆☆ (sweats. unscripted moment)

[legillimentis]

hey, isn’t that CHLOE ‘CHO’ CHANG? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-SEVEN year old quarter veela WITCH is a RAVENCLAW alumnus who has gone on to be a MINISTRY ARCHIVIST. i’ve heard they can be quite LOYAL & PASSIONATE, but i don’t know… they came off very PESSIMISTIC & UNCOMMUNICATIVE in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

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SUMMARY

secondborn daughter and third child to chang yongjian and zhu xiang. her father is an author, he makes the family fortunes with his books about the different magical creatures found in each continent. her mother is a homemaker, forever doting on all three of her children. her mother and father are deeply in love, and it’s all chloe ever wants in life.

the spoiled youngest child, she’s doted on by her siblings. she wants to play quidditch? her brother drops everything to teach her. she wants to see the fairies that lounge in the garden? her sister knows the perfect spot to find them. she’s heartbroken when they go to hogwarts without her.

she’s kěyíng to her parents, chloe to her siblings, cho to the rest of the world. it’s her first year in hogwarts and she’s sorted into ravenclaw, she feels kind of upset as neither of her siblings are in the same house as her. still, she’s cho, her mother always says she could make a friend in an empty room. and make friends she does. she finds it easy to collect friends and acquaintances, she’s smart, very pretty and kind ( and it also helps that her brother has taught her a couple of tricks on the train on the way to school ). nobody means as much as marietta, her very best friend.

her first few years are majorly uneventful; she performs well in all of her classes, joins the quidditch team as the seeker and even develops a crush on a boy called cedric diggory when they have to share a telescope in astronomy in third year. she rolls her eyes and flicks her hair haughtily when her group of ravenclaw girls ask, but late at night, with her and marietta lounging on her bed, curtains drawn and silencing charm up she admits it. he’s the one, i’ll have him if it’s the last thing i do.

fourth year is when she meets harry potter. she can tell straight away he likes her, he has that look on his face that all the boys get when she smiles at them. he’s cute, but young, and she still has her sights on cedric.

cedric and cho get together when they meet up at the quidditch world cup. her fifth year is going to be the best of her life. they go to the yule ball together and she is the thing he will miss most. what could possibly go wrong? 

harry potter appears with her cedric’s body, he’s lifeless and staring and she breaks down right there on the quidditch stands. she’s given a draught of peace and something to sedate her and she spends four days crying in her bed with the curtains drawn. cedric’s family give her some of their photos and their letters back. she can’t bring herself to look.

it’s her fifth year and cho’s family tell her to be careful this year, something is happening, everything is changing. almost all of her friends abandon her, she’s no longer the fun-loving, happy cho that they knew last year. marietta is the only friend that stands beside her, and she couldn’t be more grateful.  still, she joins dumbledore's army with absolutely no second thoughts. it’s what cedric would do. she drags marietta along with her, she knows marietta doesn’t want to but she can’t face it alone. she’s just not brave enough.

sneak appears on marietta’s face, and no matter how upset she is with her, she cannot bring herself to kick her while she is down. it’s her turn to be a good friend. she spends the night while marietta is in the hospital wing pouring through books, searching for a way to reverse it. her budding romance with harry is destroyed when he defends hermione granger, and she’s so full of rage and upset she could scream. 

she spends her seventh and final year waiting for it to be over, she’s dating michael corner for a while until she leaves him for someone else. and someone else after that, and someone else after that. she has come to hate hogwarts over the last few years. it has brought her nothing but sadness. so when she leaves she doesn’t look back, though she keeps the da coin in her pocket, just in case. 

she’s working at the ministry in the archives. it’s interesting, keeps her mind busy, and stops her thinking about the nightmare that is going on around her. she’s the only one left one night when she feels the coin burn. and she’s apparating into the hog's head before she can think twice.

the battle goes to shit and her ex is dead. 2 dead romantic interests? she’s somewhat of a black widow. her life goes on. until bellatrix lestrange comes back. and then she’s pulled into the da again because it’s the right thing to do. because cedric would do it. harry would too.

she feels awful for dragging marietta back in again, but she doesn’t know who else she could turn to. it works out for the best. then she hears a prophecy. and she’s terrified and anxious and feels like she’s constantly on edge. but she’ll keep going. because it’s the right thing to do.

[the-firebird69]

This particular Hulk is Red Hulk and it is Frank Castle his wife looks like him but more like a woman and has different strengths her legs are gigantic and long and can break just about anything . And yeah his friend says legs that are not really that long but they're longer than this. They're almost 5050 it looks a little odd when they're big no it looks perfect. At this height our sun would look like this his hands would be smaller and be human his head would be bigger and he would be terrified and he could do with the Hulk does for the most part especially if it was a little juiced little radiation in juice and he could that's just about the same but the halts are usually not in this kind of condition hulk Earth are not Hulk Earth or not we have a version of Hulk that's unstoppable it's not comparable but at this size our son could pick up probably a full size regular attack submarine and none of you can do anything like that and thusly he could carry a huge blaster and those way probably 1/8 so he could wield it

Thor Freya

no way no way i have to see it have to

brad

and he is fun about it uses the werstlers image who looks like sabertooth and im small ahahah pans out ok you could not see this is fun maotivates me to see it and to bea him now ay and spice need it now now

brad again

we do this nee dit too

becka tired of these shits making fun of me and you trump suck cant do shit now

nor can you we die ok and fight

trump

wow need it to see him big. and six four ok good nuff huge and powerful stronger than us and me too im a giant. wow

mac daddy

it is in increments and your up there me too but no cant do it close no nobody is. that is huge wieghts ok

and i can at my height in shape sawuat two thousand but big. like colossus yes.

bill

me toono way need to see it. wow

preston

need it now no but do

jstin

and shit no way no way heard him yelling lisfting swa he was verry strong but this is off the charts and ok big an ok. hahah lol huge muslces and fun to be near a freidn and wont hurt us nope never does. true we are weak as hell. britlte even

jenna

good we do this now

Jen M. now too need it in me the love of it now need it

Olympus

he says yeh im kinda glum but upbeat he helps me saves me loves the songs. reminds him of me of loving me yes. good

Jen M again i take the name and leave themm wihtout one and good yes it is

you dont have to no you do and we shall see they will strike and not miss and stuf fand ok im out

trump

you re toast you whimp

Zues

and fun we got bacck at him for the trash bag weight loss and ok we jambed it to them they missed it ok mykids go to my asss no dont know why ahahahahah same race and shit no your not me but ok diferent topic

Hera

aanand ahahahah ken is prego no it is jason hmm

biill

we see it need it wow

me too i will compete did not do well before and he did beat tons there at the gym tthey started to work out yes

ken

good

mac daddy

we shall see

macs

Olympus

we have stats and are near or better no near and yeh not so big young still. and wow. we ck and see it none can lift a sub. lol and make it a sandwich we have a deal no no stop it hahaah lol

Brock

Olympus

[lostacelonnie]

Hell yeah! Mood every time i go to a beach i always miss her after. I will keep my fingers crossed for your return on another trip. Oh those are all so good. Im especially a fan of churros & empanadas. I should get paella again sometime. That is a very mismatched group but i respect the vibe based friendship. Also reminds me i should get back to finishing mag archives thats a good podcast. Also been meaning to look into goth music to see what thats all about. The peak goal of adhd people. To rember. High luck stat to not be attacked by gulls. I think i got a tad bit there too because ive never been attacked by them but like. You can see the simple minded desire in their eyes. Especially if you have food. Damn best of luck to her. Thats like people tellin me they moved to florida, where the gators climb over fences often. Group chat for geo teacher fans that is amazing. Love that for yall. Oh there's one thing xabi & i share as i too do not know whats goin on so often. Thanks! I only hope i have enough but i think sw is in the back half so i can save even more pulls than i have. Probably will have to pass her light cone up like i did for seele's til next time. Meta can leave i dont care for it i use who i want when i want this is an anti meta zone. Oh? Im not sure. What to ask about them. Like i wanna know more of their role in the story of honkai i guess. What happens to them & all that. Welt seems to have history with otto/luocha. & himeko is my coffee lovin mom character i like her a lot. We love a girl who keeps complex machinery like the express working. Skirk showed up so briefly at the end of the archon quest but damn if it wasnt funny. Yeeting childe out of the abyss & just lore dropping on us all. I think i saw you played the story quest & learned about furina? I think it was uh. Durandal's jp va that she shared with skirk i cant remember cant wait to see if she becomes playable though. Oh damn really? The range is insane indeed what a queen. Oooh congrats! I also got her & had enough for her weapon next is navia but i might only have enough for her & try for her weapon later. Since arlecchino is a few updates out. Im not yet at a world level where relics matter but same. Not the best luck on that yet. 7 am exam? That should be illegal but i wish you luck on your studies. Especially with feelin a bit sick trying to study while sick is awful. Ooooh nice! Such a fun & good series. I just got the fifth volume last week & finally had time to finish it. Quickly became a favorite for me. Now if only i had time to read everything else im behind on.

FOR REAL FOR REAL ive never been much of a sea person but ahh this is such a universal experience... and thankies!!! while i could never Live in spain permanently [hot and everyone tries to talk to you] i did end up becoming quite fond of the country. GOD YEAH CHURROS ARE SOO GOOD generally speaking i like ALL spanish food. banger after banger after banger. need to learn how to cook some because i miss it so bad. but i DID manage to not fuck up scrambled eggs when i made them for the first time ever recently so thats a good sign for my culinary abilities id say. anyway IT IS AJDKKFJF but i vibe with them so its chill. ah nice!! im terrible with podcasts [can never quite concentrate on them.....] but i wanna listen to it Someday since i heard only good things ab it. also good luck luck with that!! i like goth music as in i think its Good and i generally enjoy it if i happen to hear it but its also sth i just Do Not listen to in my free time. i respect it tho. coming back YEAH AJSKDKFK I WAS JUST. observing the gulls the whole time but surprisingly nobody from my class was attacked ajdjfkgjs. and ill pass on the message when i talk to her next time AJKSLJFJG i really Do wonder what even prompted her moving there sometimes. i believe it was her boyfriend but also she changes those as often as clothes so she must Really like this guy, i guess. good for her tho shes my coolest sibling. and thanks SHJDKFKA were really devoted to her. also ive been accused of simping for her by the ice skater which is extremely funny because this is not even the first time ive been accused of being into a 30-40 y/o woman by someone at school [ITS ALL CHILL BTW its just for the shits. still. attacked and slandered!]. and same ajdkfjgj tho in his role its actually Quite Annoying for my class since like. we NEED to get things done sometimes and he just. does not do that. like literally our english teacher [who also looks like shes constantly dead inside and hates her job but we love her] did more to help us with this one thing than he did even tho she did not have to do that in any capacity. shes just epic. AHH GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!! i love ignoring meta sooooo much which might sound weird from someone who spends half his life grinding for stuff in honkai but its true. honkai is literally the only game where i care about meta and thats bc honkai meta is UNFORGIVING. but hey at least the gacha is much better with the 100 pulls guarantee for each char + 50 pull guarantee for gear pieces. IM NOT VERY GOOD WITH OTTO LORE TO BE ENTIRELY HONEST as in i know quite a lot of it but it hasnt quite Clicked in my head BUT IM ALWAYS HAPPY TO ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS AB THEM YOU MAY HAVE [<- GUY WHO IS SOO SO NORMAL]. AND YEAH SKIRK IS SO FUCKIGN FUNNY TO ME like the way she was previously described painted her as just so strong and intimidating but her speech pattern is so funny to me shes so chill. i feel like i could meet her smoking her evening cig and shed tell me where to pirate shit. id do a polish joke here but it is literally untranslatable without a 30 minute long backstory so nevermind. AND OOOOOH EPIC ALSO RIGHT?????? i respect voice actors above anyone else. ahh good luck getting navia!!!!!! i was Planning to pull for her but im much less efficient at grinding rn since i got a screentime limit due to having fucked up eyes [which im Not following btw but i am trying to touch grass a little bit more at least] [this is also the reason why i responded so late im sorry the change kinda threw me out of the loop]. ah understandable i was. well not Very high but enough to have trouble without decent gear so yeah. good luck in the future farming tho!! AND RIGHT I AGREE tho honestly the alternative would be an exam at like FOUR PM which is actually Worse imo. i personally function pretty well during my 7am classes and learned to enjoy them [public transport is very charming early in the morning..... i get to catch the sunrise sometimes] but that is also because i live like maybe 40 minutes away from my school. so i get up at around 6 am to get to school.

[ignore the random paragraph break i hit the character limit JSJFIGKJSWIJF] some of my classmates, however, have to get up at 4 am which. respect i could never. anyway thanks!!! the exam went quite well actually hehehe im doing much better in history than i thought. im becoming a nerd along with my entire friend group. every single day someone has new historical memes to share and theres already some inside jokes as well. fun. AND AHHHHHH THATS SO EPIC!!!!!!! i love this series sososoososooso much even tho i didnt have time to start the 3rd volume yet... however i DID read a translation of the "she's so cheeky for a commoner!" web novels and im about to read the light novel so im quite excited for that. first and only loretta and pipi fan ever.....

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My Struggles with D&D

‼️This is gonna be a LONG POST‼️

This is a rant about my struggles with D&D and while it is my favorite game. I oftentimes will struggle with playing it. (I am one of those rare people that usually loves to WATCH D&D rather than PLAY it 💀💀) Read more:

So...Just to put some context for right now. I am currently in 2 different D&D campaigns. There's 1 campaign which I play on Sundays. That's my free campaign game that I'm in with some friends I made through a different friend. Friends of a friend basically.

My 2nd game is a paid game that I'm in that I play through StartPlaying. It's a Curse of Strahd Game. :)

Both of these campaigns I'm in are both with the D&D 5E system!

I'm going to organize this blog as best as I can...here we go...

1. Being the Notetaker of the group

I am the Number 1 Notetaker in both campaigns...and...I take EXTREMELY EXTENSIVE notes! I-

Just for a little bit more context. In both of those campaigns. The character that I'm playing is a cleric detective. My Free game, I play a Death Domain Cleric Tiefling Detective. In my Paid game, I play a Grave Domain Cleric Satyr Detective.

I joined my Free game in February of this year. I joined the Paid game in April. The gap between my entry of both of the games were really close, and I kinda just- I really like-

Let me go backwards a little bit. The main inspiration for me when playing D&D is Riz Gukgak from Dimension20 Fantasy High. I just LOVE RIZ! Also, the character background "investigator" from Van Richten's is my favorite character background! My favorite stats in D&D to be proficient in are "Perception", "Insight", and "Investigation". If I'm proficient in those 3 things, then I'll be the happiest person ever to exist. :') So...Yeah...It's...That's just who I am and what I like.

What doesmthis have to do with me being the note taker?

Well...one of the biggest fears I have when playing D&D is "WHAT IF I MISS SOMETHING?!"

I'm ALWAYS scared that I'm going to miss stuff. I want to- When I play, I want to go through every single thing that I'm possibly able to find! I don't wanna- like- The Dungeon Master made this whole place for us to explore and I MUST uncover EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY of this place! I don't wanna leave ANY place unsearched and undiscovered! I am like-

So...What I do is I take a TON OF NOTES that I can always look back at to see if there was anything that I may have missed. Or anything that I can just go back to look over and read and be like "I need to bring this up later" or something like that. Basic things like that.

Now...the bad thing about me being a notetaker is I get SO occupied on taking notes, that I'm not really IN IT? If that makes any sense?

It's not that I'm NOT Having fun! Because I'M HAVING A BLAST! But...I get so wrapped up in my extensive note taking that I'm like---My character just fades into the background and usually just stays there until someone interacts with her? I don't really bring my character up to the forefront? It's just like-...My character is just there???

2. My MILD OCD and Anxiety

I am an EXTREMELY ANXIOUS person! ESPECIALLY playing D&D! As well as taking notes! I'm mild OCD. So I want SO MUCH things in my notes...and I'm also really anxious. Sometimes the players will be roleplaying and me as my character is always like "hey guys...we got this weird key...it should go somewhere...like- we should figure this out-" and it's like- the DM later on describes that the key goes to the front door of the house that we've been locked inside of.

The thing is...in earlier sessions when we came across this house, we didn't need a key to open it. The door opened on its own by itself. So, me- i was like "this key we just came across must lead to some really important chest"...nope! It was the key to the front door! I was like...I was wracking my brain because nobody seemed to be caring about the key and I'm there just sitting being like "How are we going to find the chest? This house is so big and we just went through all 3 floors and the cellar. Do we need to go back and traverse this scary house to try to find this chest that this key will fit inside?"...like...I sometimes forget that the DM is there and they're not going to always screw us over like that...💀💀

But I ALWAYS get scared about that type of stuff! It's almost like my OCD and Anxiety prevents me from ACTUALLY being IMMERSED AND PLAYING THE FREAKING GAME! It's- Ahhhh! I just end up overthinking everything. Taking notes on everything. Being scared about missing stuff. Being scared about where to go next. Being scared about potentially getting screwed over by future things down the road if we don't do certain stuff now. Like- Ahhhh! I honestly don't understand how people will play this game and not go absolutely insane with all the things there is to think about. XD

I feel like when I'm playing, I just end up getting DM BRAIN SYNDROME! And I'VE NEVER BEEN A DM BEFORE! But I feel like I end up worrying about ALL the stuff that the DM should be worrying about! NOT ME! XD LOL!!

3. Social Anxiety with Roleplay (Do I actually know my character?)

I have another fear. That is social anxiety, roleplay, and if I actually TRULY KNOW MY CHARACTER! I'm MAINLY talking about my paid game for all of these scenarios I've been talking about. My paid game is where I've been struggling the absolute most.

I feel like...Now...I haven't been playing this game for a long time. I started playing like...FREQUENTLY...JUST this year! My New Years Resolution for 2023 was to join a D&D campaign! And I have done exactly that! But like- Again...I haven't been playing for a long time. Some of the D&D stuff I'm not used to.

I'm also NOT A THEATER KID! So...I have quite some struggles with roleplaying and not being embarrassed sometimes about doing it! I always feel weird or OFF when talking and doing things in character. But I think that might partially be due to me feeling like "maybe I don't understand my character. Maybe this isn't what my character would do." And I'm constantly getting these thoughts. I feel like it's imposter syndrome but in D&D and for my freaking character.

My character in my Curse of Strahd campaign. She's a Satyr detective named "Yona". Her parents went missing at a young age. Later on, she's studying at a Faerun detective agency. In the campaign, the actual term we use for detective is actually "pathfinder". So..yeah..Faerun Pathfinder Agency and my character has a badge and all that. Anywho, she misses her first day of class due to her feeling unwell and her classmates and her professor all go to Barovia and end up getting lost in the mist. So not only has she lost her parents, but she's also lost her classmates and her professor. One of her classmates being a close older friend of hers named Opal. They had a little argument the last time she saw Opal because Opal had told her to give up on trying to find her parents after being so supportive about Yona never giving up on trying to find them beforehand.

Anyways, we've had over 20 sessions in this campaign and we haven't heard a lot about the pathfinders in Barovia. They're a very hidden organization of people and talking about pathfinders here is exceptionally very dangerous because they're being hunted down. So...my character hasn't been able to go around and ask people willy nilly if they have seen any pathfinders around or that she's even a pathfinder herself because she's worried and me out-of-character would be very nervous to find my character in a tricky situation due to her having a big mouth, and I feel like if Yona (my character) knew that it was a dangerous word to spread around, she'd be smart enough to hush up about it, and that goes along with her hiding her pathfinder badge ever since she heard that it was dangerous for people to know.

But like- we haven't heard much else. There has been no trace of her students or her parents. One of the party members, the party bard asked a shop owner if they'd seen any pathfinders around and that shop owner claimed to have seen a couple of satyrs a couple of days ago. So...we've heard LITTLE info...but nothing super significant yet.

But it's like- at some moments, I feel like my character doesn't have much to do and that she's just been along for the ride?

It's also been established from how little my character speaks and her anxiety of speaking to others that my character herself has social anxiety. Like- that is an actual canon aspect to her character because of my small fear and unease with the whole roleplay concept. It's something I'm not fully used to yet and STILL! And we're in November! I started this campaign in April!

Umm...but yeah. I just...and then when we're playing...I just end up doing what myself would end up doing. Like...not the character...but me the player because I feel like me and my character go hand-in-hand? Like...I feel like other than backstory, me and my character are kind-of one-and-the-same??? Which makes it hard for me sometimes to make character choices because I don't fully know what is me and what is my character. I don't really know where the line is? I don't have any acting experience. Theater experience. I'm basically in this D&D campaign playing myself...because I don't even know how to BE or ACT as someone else??? I'm- It's hard...:')))

Like- I don't understand how people do it so easily :''')) and how they're not afraid about potentially making a fool of themselves. Which like- I'm not judgemental at all. I love seeing people playing and being in character but I guess I just struggle with seeing myself doing the same thing??? :""")))) I don't know how to explain it. :'''))))

4. This is my absolute favorite game but I feel like I suck at playing it

I LOVE this game SO BAD!!! SO MUCH!!! But I feel like I'm just GARBAGE AT IT!!! I don't talk much. I overworry about everything because ALL I want to do is BE helpful! That's why I also always play clerics! I want to HELP people! Like- Oh! You're down??! I have HEALS! TAKE 'EM!

Like I see more worth in the other players and characters than I do see for myself...which...I know that's the negative self-talk talking...but like...I feel like everyone else plays the game so much better than me and that I still haven't been able to get it yet?

I STILL HAVE FUN PLAYING! Even though I guess it IS in a MORE META context/way??? BUT I STILL HAVE A BLAST! I LOVE rolling perception and investigation and getting to gain some info about things! I LOVE seeing the lore! The lore drop sessions have by far been my favorite??? Like- YES! GIVE ME THE JUICY JUICY LORE!

But yeah...I don't know. I feel like I just suck at playing. It's-...

I don't fully know how to take myself out of doing the note taking.

I don't fully know how to make my character feel like I'm playing an actual character and flesh her out more. And I've been trying different stuff! I've been using the RPG Card deck with character and campaign questions and I have been uploading them to the discord where I have everyone else that I play with and I've been trying to use them to flesh out my character but I feel like it's still hard and that I still struggle sometimes.

I don't fully know how to play without being exceptionally anxious about everything.

Wanna know something dumb? I was playing in my free campaign and my character is a detective and I'M THE LITERAL NOTETAKER and I was focusing SO MUCH on NOTES that ANOTHER PARTY MEMBER LITERALLY UNDERSTOOD a REALLY OBVIOUS IMPORTANT DETAIL about an NPC that my character was talking to in the moment before I EVEN DID! I was- I felt so destroyed. I was like "wow--great. What kinda detective am I?" Like what?! I'm taking all these notes and I'm still slow at understanding and figuring out these gigantic big reveals! Like what- why?

But yeah-anyways

5. Feeling left-out

I am someone that usually ALWAYS feels left-out! In about every social situation I find myself in???

At work. With my parents. Just- Just anywhere. I'm usually always the person that will fade into the background.

This is why I don't like parties. I end up feeling 10 times more alone. I just always feel like I get tossed over to the side.

And you know what's even sadder? Is when I end up getting left out in a freaking game that I love and have a passion for. :')...But it is ABSOLUTELY what happens! AT LEAST in my paid game! I end up feeling left out.

Everyone is roleplaying and getting into their character and their emotions and I'm just there...feeling like I'm doing something wrong or that I'm not playing the same game that everyone else is?

Like- when I play D&D. I am that person that is there and all I want to do is push the story forward? It's like...Let's skip over all the mushy gushy or sad feeling depressy stuff...I wanna have the plot keep going?

Like...and I feel like the mushy gushy and sad feeling depressy stuff is so important sometimes but I feel like I'm just not good at it. :')

I justify it by saying that my character is a grave domain cleric. She doesn't have time to mourn the dead. She'll pray to her deity for people who have passed and died. But she won't cry and become an emotional mess over it. She understands death and feels like mourning over the dead will take up time that could be used for doing more productive things? I don't know...That's at least how I've justified it for my character but like- Idk

It's just...and I know it's BAD to compare ANY HOME D&D Game to ANY LIVE STREAM D&D Live-Play such as "Critical Role" or "Dimension20"! But I feel like everyone at those tables are always so much more involved. But maybe that's just them acting? I don't really know. But I feel like D&D should be a game where every character should get a moment of spotlight on them so that character can grow and blossom? But I feel like at least for my paid campaign...my character doesn't really get that spotlight? But..then again...I also don't ask for it??? I don't know.

It's just- I see all these people playing D&D and I can't help but feel like "Maybe there's something wrong that I'm doing or something that I'm not getting? Like- why am I not in the same world as everyone else even though we're playing the same game at the same time? You know? Again...I don't know. That's just my little rant. :')

If you read all of this, you're a cool person and I love you!

I don't really expect anyone to read this whole entire blog. I just felt like it was something that I desperately just wanted to share...because yesterday I had my paid d&d game, and I was feeling bad about it again and just having negative thoughts and feelings about how I was playing the game and whatnot. Even though it was an absolute blast and I loved playing it and I'm so glad that I get to be around this group of people at this wonderful, cool table! Sometimes I just feel like there's something wrong with me. 🥴🥴 But...ya know- I don't really know 🥴🥴🥴

If you read this and you know of any tips or even struggle with some of this yourself. I'd LOVE to hear your thoughts out in the comments or if you wanna straight up reblog it! I LOVE hearing other people's thoughts and opinions and I've just been struggling with this for a long while. 🥴🥴🥴 I almost feel bad about feeling like this...but it's the truth and I don't wanna lie to myself about it.

But yeah! I'd love to hear any of your opinions and stories if you have any!! Hehe!! Thanks for reading!! I hope y'all have an absolute fantastic, and spectacular day!! 🥲🥲❤️❤️