#I’m so rusty it’s unreal

[scorchedcandy]

How I feel after drawing his fork head 37 times in a row

[heavenangelly]

Take a leap of faith

This sort of links to my post about knowing the law for a long time but not being able to apply.

So you know the law. It’s practically engraved in your brain. You may have even had successes in the past. But no matter what, you can’t get back into the success era. Days turn into weeks of you trying and hoping and your desires just feel so out of touch from you. Like you’ll never get them.

Throughout this cycle, you may have even developed a little resistance to the desire you really want. You became so desperate for it, trying to apply the law, but failing. This cycle could have brought resistance to your desire. You want it but your mind is pushing you away from it because you view it as unattainable.

And because of all these cycles of failure, you start doubting your abilities. You no longer can manifest anything and now you’re just scrolling on tumblr, hoping to find a post that will revive you. And when you find it, it’s addictive because you get it now, but then you lose the feeling and try to search for something else. All of this instead of applying. All these periods of inactivity regarding manifesting has caused you to become rusty. So I’m here to put some grease on you and get u working again (and hopefully one day you’ll leave tumblr and finally start enjoying life, being the master manifester you are and have always been)

Take a leap of faith

Your desires will NOT feel natural to you when you first go into the state of having them after long periods of resisting them. They’ll feel foreign and you’ll hyper fixate on your failures and the 3d. It will make you want to leave the state because it’s not comfortable and it’s weird and you don’t like it.

PLEASE DONT DO THAT. Keep on going back to that state. Never let that state go. Fulfil yourself and just let go of the 3d. At its core, the 3d is you.

What’s there to fear if it’s my mirror? - Edward Art

It’s going to be uncomfortable. You’re going to be scared. But all those feelings will pass. And eventually, having your desire will feel natural and SO good. You’ll realise that the 3d is just a mirror and means nothing. You’ll understand how much fucking power you have. It will feel liberating. And when the feeling dies down, don’t worry. You still have what u want and you are still powerful. Your power never dies, only flows.

Don’t let ur comfort zone hold you back. Dare to free yourself from it and go beyond. Take a leap of faith and leap right into the state of your desires. Your mind will make you think you want to leave bc it’s not what it knows, but push it away. Go there everyday and make it your new comfort state. Don’t focus on the 3d and movement, focus on becoming one with your desires. Start fully identifying with them; fusing with them. Don’t take no as an answer. Start trusting in you. Trusting in self.

Just take the 3d completely out of the equation. Take a leap of faith despite what your eyes are showing you. Just leave the circle and see what happens. And no matter what, don’t go back.

the cost of your life is faith. you either believe or you don’t. belief is the difference between the unrealized dream and the realized one. -I’m not sure who

[moonstruckme]

any chance you'd be willing to do disassociating!reader with sirius as a fade into you prompt?

Thanks for requesting!

join the party

cw: mentions of blood, reader is in shock/dissociates after injury-related trauma

Sirius Black x reader ♡ 1.1k words

You’ve long since stopped shaking by the time you get back to your apartment, but it still takes you a few tries to get the key in the door, your movements robotic and seeming somehow separate from you. 

“Hey, you’re home late,” Sirius greets you as you walk through the door. “I was just starting to think about dinner. How would you feel about…shit.” He stops as he comes into the living room, gaze snagging on your legs, dried blood staining them from the knees down. Your shoes, which used to be white but are now a rusty brown. “What happened to you?”

“It’s not mine.” 

“Okay.” He’s still standing a good few feet away, like you’re characters in a play, reciting your lines without moving. “Whose is it?”

“Macy’s.” 

“Alright.” The word is meaningless, but not any more than the rest of them, you suppose. Sirius steps closer, slowly, as if wary of spooking you. “Is she okay?” 

“She, uh.” You swallow. “Yeah, she’s okay. Or she will be. She fell and hit her head, but they said she’ll be okay.” 

“Who said, darling?” 

“The nurses. I just got back from the hospital.” You remember the ambulance ride there, the ridiculous quiet of it all. You’d thought that when someone was hurt that bad, hospitals were all beeping and yelling and people running around. But they’d only asked Macy questions in calm, measured voices, no beeping or alarms to be heard. What did you have to eat today? Do you know why you fell?

“Sweetheart.” Sirius looks gutted, and you don’t know why he’s using that tone with you. You’re not the one who cracked your head open. “You should have called me, lovely. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.” 

“You were at work.” It’s simple, a fact. “Anyway, there was nothing you could do.” 

Sirius takes your face in his hand, and it feels like he’s touching someone else, your skin waxy and foreign. “I would have left work to be there with you. It sounds like it was an awful thing to have to deal with by yourself.” 

You guess it probably was. You’d had to put pressure on Macy’s head until the paramedics got there, kneeling in a pool of her blood as it seeped from the wound and time seemed sluggish and unreal. You know, objectively, that it was one of the more awful experiences you’ve had, and you’ll probably be dreaming about it for years. But it doesn’t feel that way right now. Nothing feels any sort of way right now. 

“How long were you at the hospital for?” Sirius asks. “When did this happen?” 

You don’t know. It was…the sun was still out, when she fell on the sidewalk. But the length of time you were sitting there with her, or the time in the ambulance, is all stretched out and murky. You know you got back to your car and drove home, but you can’t recall any part of the journey. You leave that last bit out of what you tell Sirius, but his frown deepens anyway. 

“That’s okay,” he says. “Let’s get you cleaned up, huh? Here, let me take those off.” 

He bends over, untying your shoes for you, and you watch as dried blood flakes off the laces where they bend unwillingly. Sirius doesn’t comment on it, slipping your shoes off one after the other and setting them by the door. His hands are delicate about your shoulders as he steers you into the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet. You’re distantly cognizant of him moving about, opening and closing a cabinet and turning on the faucet, but it’s not until he crouches in front of you that he enters your awareness again. 

Sirius takes your ankle in his hand and begins just below your knee, rubbing a warm, wet washcloth over the blood staining the skin there. He’s talking, still, in a low voice, but the murmurings don’t seem to have much importance other than placation. It’s more ambient noise than anything else. He works the washcloth down your leg, the rough fabric scrubbing gently at your skin. He presses harder in some areas where the blood is stubborn, and that’s where you feel it most. The beginnings of real sensation, connected to you rather than some shell that you occupy and that moves when you tell it to. 

By the time he starts on your other leg you feel as though you’ve been thinking through a dense fog that’s beginning to lift; you’re able to feel the warm droplets of water running down your calf and make out some of the quiet words spewing from your boyfriend’s mouth. He finishes with your legs, and you hold up your hands, now trembling again. The blood there is cracked around the lines of your palm, and Sirius takes your hand in his, wiping it away gently. You can feel the cloth even more there, where it brushes against your sensitive fingertips. You can tell now that Sirius is telling you stories, various anecdotes of when he or his friends had gotten hurt. 

“It’s scary to see someone you care about in pain,” he goes on at a murmur. “Even when you know they’ll be alright, I think it hurts worse than when we’re in pain ourselves.” 

A tear dribbles down your cheek, landing with a splat on your thigh, and Sirius looks up, surprise morphing into heartbreak when he sees your expression. He drops the cloth on the floor, rising to an awkward height so that you can put your head against his shoulder when his arms come around you. 

“I know, baby.” His voice sounds almost fragile, as though he’s feeling this as acutely as you are. “I’m so sorry you went through that. Are you feeling a little more like yourself?” 

“Yeah,” you sniff. Your tears are still coming slowly, and you know the majority of your panic is still buried somewhere safe inside of you, but this is enough for now. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s happening to me.” 

Sirius pulls back, thumbing away your tears as he studies your face, eyebrows set close together in concern. “I think you’re in shock, sweetness. It makes sense, that’s a lot for anyone to have to see.” He strokes at your hairline, just beside your eye. “Do you want to talk about it? If not, we don’t have to. We can just watch a movie or something, try to forget about it for tonight.” 

You take a deep breath, trying to find the voice inside yourself that usually tells you who you are, what you want. It’s still quiet, but you think that’s answer enough. “The second one, please. I don’t think I’m ready to think about it yet.” 

“Alright, whatever you want.” Sirius nods, rising and offering you his hands to help pull you up. You take them, and he presses a kiss to your forehead as soon as you’re standing. “Whenever you feel ready, lovely, I’ll be here.” 

[just-dino-maggie]

could you do 15 and 16 with jack hughes??

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it!

15. Not being able to stop smiling while kissing

16. Taking silly pictures in a Photo Booth

Jack and I have been best friends for years. Deep down I’ve always loved him, it’s hard not to love him. Recently it’s been challenging to hide my feelings from him. He’s been extra flirty and over the top with me. I’m trying to resist because I don’t want to lose him.

He’s home for the summer and besides his golf trips with Quinn and Trevor we’ve been hanging out the whole time. We decided to go to the Zap Zone by his house for old times sake. We always used to go to play glow golf and laser tag.

I knock on the Hughes door even though they’ve expressed that I don’t need to. It feels weird if I don’t, what if I saw Luke in his underwear or something. I could be permanently scarred. “Coming!” I hear someone yell behind the door.

The door swings open and Trevor is standing in front of me. “Hey Y/n/n,” He pulls me in for a quick hug. “Jack is almost done getting all dolled up for your date.”

I shake my head at him, “It’s not a date and you know it Zegras.”

He gasps with fake shock, “Not a date? If Jack isn’t treating you right I’m always here to show you a good time.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“Shut up Z.” I say unable to hold back my laugh. If nothing else Trevor has always been funny.

Finally Jack runs downstairs, he’s wearing a basic pair of black jeans and a crew neck but he looks unreal. “You ready Y/n/n?” He asks and I nod, “Let’s get out of here then.”

He takes my hand and walks me to the car. Opening my door for me so that I can get in. As we sit in the car and talk I feel myself falling into our rhythm. We are friends who flirt and hold hands sometimes. It’s weird but I don’t care as long as I have him.

We play glow golf. He insists on showing me how to putt because I “don’t know how to do it”. When I try to remind him that we used to play glow golf together all the time he just smirks and tells me that I’m rusty. When he stands behind me with his chest pressed against my back and his hands covering mine my heart goes crazy. I’m breathless as he steps away from me.

The rest of glow golf goes smoothly. I convince myself that he was just trying to throw me off my game. That has to be the reason he held me like that.

After glow golf we decide to play arcade games. I spot the Photo Booth and grab Jack’s hand. “Can we please get pictures?” I ask gesturing toward the booth. He nods and we squeeze in the small space.

Our first picture we smile regularly, then I stick my tough out and put a piece sign behind Jacks head for the second. He smiles and pulls me on to his lap messing up my hair for the third picture. Then our eyes meet and he pulls me in placing his lips on mine. I don’t even notice that the final picture has already happened. I’m completely addicted to him and this feeling.

I pull away keeping my forehead against his. “Why did you do that?” I whisper.

“Because I like you.” He responds, “For a long time I’ve liked you.”

I smile, “I have too.” I pause and place my hands on both sides of his face. “I can’t believe you just did that.” I let out a shocked chuckle.

“Can I do it again?” He reply’s simply and I nod immediately. He brings his mouth to mine once again and I can’t help but smile as we kiss. I can feel him smiling too. Nothing is better then this.

[voltronisanobsession]

Platonic Yandere! Voltron x Reader

These are my first headcanons I’ve uploaded so they might be a little all over the place and unorganized💀💀 but anyways hope you guys enjoy?

I don’t know if having all of them obsessed with you is a good thing or a bad thing

On one side, they’d be willing to do anything in order to protect you

But on the other, there’s literally no way you’re ever getting away from them, not with the defenders of the universe being your personal guard dogs

You had to have been friends with at LEAST one of them before finding the blue lion and I’m feeling Pidge was the first one to have been the starting catalyst

So once you’ve met everyone else, something just clicked in their brains

Your whole being was just so comforting and familiar for them that they didn’t even realize their feelings towards you becoming twisted

You wouldn’t be able to go anywhere by yourself

Feel like eating something? Good thing Hunk’s tagging along, maybe he’ll make you a tasty meal

Need to train in the training deck? Well, Keith feels like his fighting skills are getting a little rusty

Want to look over the star chart? Luckily Coran and Pidge are right there to help you understand some of the patterns

Want to get some rest in your room? Allura’s already suggesting you guys should have a slumber party in her room!

You won’t get any time to yourself, not with one of them breathing down your neck

There will always be one of them right next to you wherever you are

Like they’re clinginess is unreal💀 some will make their clingy needs obvious (LANCE, Hunk, Coran) while the others will be a bit more discreet about it (Shiro, Keith, Pidge)

I feel like Allura would be in between

But despite this, none of them are willing to take the risk of you roaming around outside the castle

You could try and run from them, maybe the aliens on the planets they visit will want to keep you for themselves, or the galra might show up and start attacking!

Because of that lingering fear, missions are usually done with you back in the safety of the castle with Coran and Allura (if she hasn’t begun piloting the lion yet)

They’re usually left on babysitting duties with you which they don’t honestly mind…

All of them would be SUPER overprotective of you to the absolute MAX, telling you the castle was the only place that could keep you safe

If they aren’t around that is

Being around them in the castle begins to feel more an obligation, and you feel more like a prisoner

Which is why you prefer Shiro out of all of them because he’s the only one who gives you some amount of freedom

Shiro understands what it’s like to be kept as a prisoner and understands just how restricting your situation is

He definitely tries to work out some negotiation with you

To make up for the others obsessive need to constantly be around you, he forces them to chill out and just let you be

Kind of like a schedule of some sort

With Shiro’s light supervision, you can finally take a moment for yourself without having to worry about the lingering eyes you’ve felt since leaving earth

Just don’t take advantage of Shiro’s kindness because the little privacy he’s given you can easily be taken away and you’d be back at stage one with the group hogging for your attention

Because this group is diverse in personalities, it can be extremely draining having to deal with them all on a daily basis

Lance and Keith fight for your attention, Lance being more loud and open about it

It’s like a tug of war situation with them, constantly having them bicker over who gets to hangout with you and fighting for that right

“Hey y/n, I say we make a break for it. You, me, we’ll make a great pair just saving the universe!”

“You really think they want to spend time with you?? I think y/n was on their way to the training deck right?”

It’s exhausting to say the least

Having Pidge run on and on about programs she’s working on can be draining and you often find yourself dozing off until she wakes you up, forcing you to listen to her rants and programs she’s currently working on again

(Definitely has some sort of tracker on you, everybody knows about it except you)

I feel like Hunk wouldn’t be as bad as the others but he does force you to cook with him in the kitchen, constantly wanting your inputs and needing compliments, not allowing you to leave until you’ve taste tested all of his new dishes

Manipulates you into staying with him by saying no one appreciates his cooking💀 makes you feel bad so you reluctantly stay in your seat

Allura and Coran…

They have never felt such intense feelings for a person before, so it really throws them off once they’ve developed their twisted version of affection for you

Their planet was destroyed and now that they finally found a home in you, they’re both willing to do anything in order to keep you in the safety of their arms

“Y/n just the person I was looking for! I need your help in running some tests for me”

“Ah y/n there you are! I was starting to get worried when I didn’t find you with the others,,”

Shiro plans on keeping and protecting the innocence he saw in you when you guys first met

Definitely gives overprotective dad vibes

He’ll be forceful with you if you try and do anything dangerous, like trying to go out on missions or even trying to escape them

I don’t think escaping is even possible tbh, they all kinda desperate ngl💔

Overall, this group is dead set on keeping you with them

It doesn’t really matter what you want because you don’t really understand the true dangers the universe can throw at you

They just want to keep you safe and happy

As long as you follow along with their rules and requests, living in the castle with this group won’t be as terrible as compared to you constantly fighting against them

That won’t be well received by either of them, especially Allura and Shiro

[muffinsin]

Hello, 👀 anon here, I hope you feel better soon! Please don't apologise for not posting as much, your well being is the most important. I thought I'd write you something, as a small thank you for writing our requests. The inspiration for this was me looking at various screenshots and fanarts of Bela, like the Bela simp I am, and wanting a snippet of the fluffy side of our fav blondie liking praise. My writing's rusty sorry but I hope you enjoy~

Your beloved was beautiful, this was a known fact. The first time you saw Bela, you felt the breath get knocked out of your lungs when she glanced your way.

Of course, she knew she was good-looking and maybe you just thought this because you were more than a little bit obsessed with her but you were certain she didn't know just how good-looking she was.

You were both lounging by the fire in the library, laughing and catching up with each other's days. Bela was telling you about her sisters' antics, a fond smile betraying her faux annoyance as she played with the band on your ring finger and you couldn't help but stare in awe. Something about the warmth of the fire making her hair and eyes glow gold, coupled with that smile that pressed in the dimple at her right cheek had you breathless. Even years later she still made you shy and nervous. You swallowed, a tad too loudly apparently as Bela stopped mid sentence, "-are you alright, little one?"

"I-yes! I'm fine, I just-" flickers of light highlighted the perfectly sculpted angles of her face, warm eyes completely focused on you. How did she have such full lashes?

"You're so beautiful, Bela."

She blinked, the compliment and use of her name (she was always "darling" or "my love") catching her off guard. A light blush dusted her cheeks and you continued, "You look unreal, like a masterpiece. Do you know how gorgeous you are? I can barely look at you sometimes, you're so intimidatingly pretty."

Bela turned her head from your ramblings, flushed pink down to her neck but you followed, fully intent on continuing your praise as you straddled her, cupping her jaw so she had to look at you. Her pupils were blown, lips quirked into a cute almost-grimace, like she was unsure what to do with her mouth. She looked so adorable you couldn't help but pepper kisses all over her face until she laughed out a breathy and highly unconvincing, "Stop."

You did, but couldn't help but brush back that endearingly stubborn strand of hair that always fell perfectly down her forehead. "I love you."

She kissed your palm still pressed against her cheek. "I love you too, my life."

Thank you hon!🙇‍♀️ Though with things settling (hopefully🥲😬), I’m hoping to be able to write more again soon🫶

Oh? Thank you!!🙇‍♀️🙌

I absolutely love this!🤎 I’m very sure I’m not the only one too👀 I love your writing style, and ofc our Bela needs some loving🫶 This was beautiful, hon, thank you for sharing these kind, and beautiful words with us

Bela is so adorable omg, I love this so much

[nbmudkip]

ok im sorry i realized pandemonium is close and got to thinking and im pissed as fuck about tsukasa’s lims again. prsk devs were really like “Ok guys let’s give this guy two of the most banger lims in the game-“

“Yes great perfect. Ok now as soon as ny3 ends let’s pivot 180° and beat him to death with a rusty metal pipe.” like for the love of god. since then we’ve had three kasa lims, and they are, in order:

managed to ruin my literal top dream mixed lineup of ruishizukasa by having leaks tease the thrilling concept of tanuki/kitsune limkasa and then ended up being Walking Nerd Emoji in a Plain Middle Schooler’s Uniform. when lineup and card set theme leaks dropped i was literally gearing up to podium this event, i wanted it to be my t3, and then the cards dropped and made me so mad i dropped to maybe t100 if i’m bored enough

very pretty card art at least but my literal least favorite limkasa hair especially in terms of 3dmodel + previous world record holder for Most Boring Lim Costume

*audible snarling* fucking kasafes. fucking new world record holder for #1 Most Boring Lim Costume and on a fes card of all things. fucking plain white cotton tshirt HGTV sugar free breakfast syrup commercial ass sitting in a boring suburban kitchen holding a piece of bread. “what’s that?” said the devs. “you were excited to see tsukasa’s version of the concept of fragment sekais, the reality-bending time-warping realms of pure feeling given physical form where characters come face to face with deeply symbolic fantastical scenarios and confront reflections of their deepest emotions? you wanted to see how creatively we could address the myriad of different complex patterns of thought that make tsukasa who he is, and were excited to see which of many unique and interesting routes we could’ve taken to explore him at his roots? ha! hahahahaha! No. You get breadboy.”

LIKE. GIRL. HELLO. you have GOT to be shitting me. these are the lims we’re getting? for TENMA FUCKING TSUKASA of all people???? i could pull up to the most boring outfit competition in my last job’s uniform tshirt and a pair of uncomfortably textured khakis, and if i got up backstage and saw my opponents were these three chucklefucks, i would piss my pants in soul-crushing terror knowing i was miles out of my league.

LIKE??? WHAT HAPPENED?????? compare them to his first three lims’ fits and hairstyles:

the fuckin reverse glowup from those to the latest three is unreal. absolute shitfest. world’s most rancid dimdown. someone get my boy some fucking CLOTHES

as i always provide on my kasaposts, please see my approved hater license below the cut:

i adore him guys i swear. im mad on his behalf not mad at him

[tyriq-edits]

In the Plain Nysa -

First Draft of the Prologue

This is an early draft of the prologue for my planned Vashwood Fanfiction "In the Plain of Nysa”.

Given this is an early draft, keep in mind that this entire chapter and even its inclusion in the final product are still subject to change.

I also haven’t written fanfics in almost two years so I am a bit rusty and thus any and all constructive criticism is very much welcome. However PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS BEFOREHAND

Content Warnings: Kidnapping, Gore, Blood, War, descriptions of amputations, mentions of murder, attempted murder, descriptions of physical torture, whipping

This level of violence presented in the prologue draft will not appear in the rest of the fan fiction however.

For further informations about this AU and its lore just look at the "in the plain of nysa” tag on my tumblr page

Prologue Draft under the cut

“Hold him down, Pylon”

“What do you think it is I’m trying to do, Lysander?”

Pylon shot his fellow soldier an annoyed look before redirecting his gaze down to the blonde youth struggling against all three trojan soldiers as they tried to keep him down on the floor.

Youth might be the wrong term to describe the wriggling gent beneath him, after all this “youth” was not just a few years but centuries older then Pylon and his comrades combined. For this boy, trashing his body around helplessly like a freshly caught fish on land, to escape his captors’ grips, was indeed a god.

Vash the recreationist.

Vash the bringer of order.

Vash the dancer.

Vash the god of peace.

It felt almost unreal to Pylon that this lad, who was flailing his legs around and fighting against the band of Trojans keeping him pinned to the ground, weiling like an abandoned kitten crying out for its mother to come and save it, was indeed an olympian. Weren’t the gods supposed to be almighty? So how come that they, a group of mere mortals, had been able to capture the messy-haired god of peace and his sister, the goddess of victory with such ease? How come they had been able to kill the goddess of victory with such ease? How come they were gonna kill the god of peace with the same amount of ease right now?

“Iphition, go get a rag or anything to stuff his mouth, he’s gonna wake up the entire neighbourhood at this rate” Lysander hissed at the youngest in their group.

“I can’t keep the brat down and also get up to grab some rags at the same time, Lysander!”

“I’ll take over for you” Pylon declared, now instead of clasping both his hands around the deity’s right arm, reaching out to grasp both of Vash’s wrists and keep them pinned above the blonde god’s head.

“Thanks Pyl” Iphition, releasing the god’s left arm from his clutches, rising from the floor, patting some of the dirt off of his garments before turning around to find anything of use to keep the divine being quiet.

Pylon did not dare to let his eyes linger on his comrades' filthy clothes longer than necessary. Those filthy…. Defiled….Bloodstained garments. Yet, looking at Lysander’s or his own vestments did not offer a more delightful view either. For they were equally filthy, equally defiled and equally blood stained. Stained with the blood of the Tesla. The blood of the goddess of victory. Reminding them of what he and his brothers in arms had done. And what they were about to do to the divine gent looking up at them with pleading, teary blue eyes.

Then again, Pylon thought, this entire room, a dark and dingy basement underneath one of Troy’s countless taverns, wasn’t hailing any differently than their attire. The floor they were kneeling on and keeping the sobbing god pressed against, was still painted in the now dried up, crimson blood of victory. In the dim flickering light of the handful of oil lamps they kept lit, Pylon spotted some loose feathers from her wings strewn around the room. The stale blood splattered onto them, having lost its warm scarlet hue and rust-coloured crust having taken its place.

It is not like killing the dual winged goddess of victory had been their plan from the start, Pylon kept trying to tell himself. It was an act of desperation. They had planned to merely kidnap the goddess of victory and her younger brother and keep them within the walls of Troy to assure Troy’s victory and a quick end to this war.

Their beloved city had been sieged by the Acheans for up to 9 years at this point. 9 years since their Prince Paris had kidnapped fair Helen of Sparta. 9 years since Menelaus had taken up arms to get his wife back. 9 years of being trapped within their own cities.

They were simply tired. Tired of waking up every morning, wondering which ones of their friends they would be forced to bury that day, or if it would be them ending up on the funerary pyre. Tired of living in fear for their family’s safety should the Acheans succeed to defeat the Trojan army and storm their city.

They had first discovered the god of peace, the youngest of holy siblings. Pylon could still clearly see in front of his inner eyes how they had spotted the son of the stars scurrying across the battlefield, hasting to the side of any wounded soldier he could find, putting his hands on them and healing their injuries. Yet what stuck out to the Trojan soldier the mist was how the deity seemingly did not discriminate between the two fronts. Whether you were a Trojan or Achean, if Vash the recreationist saw a wounded warrior he’d run to his side and help him get back on his feet.

So, they took him. When they thought no one on the battlefield was paying attention they simply grabbed the Olympian and dragged him towards their homecity.

And that was when Pylon and his two brothers in arms caught the sight of the goddess of victory flying overhead, leading the Achaean army. Pylon gazed at the ethereal deity, his mind going blank from the sheer awe, when suddenly his and Tesla’s eyes met. Those icy blues seemed to stare right into Pylon’s mortal soul and he physically felt a freezing cold shudder through his entire spine.

That was when the Trojan had realised that Vash, still being dragged towards the gates of Troy, had called out towards his sister the second he saw her. That’s when Pylon understood. That was not the gaze of a benevolent goddess of victory. This was the hateful stare of an older sister seeing her kin in danger. The trio had acted before they could truly process their thought process. Pylon remembers all too vividly as Lysanderhad had taken out his bow and arrow and pierced one of the goddesses’ wings with one clear shot, making her plummet down to the earth.

It was not meant to happen that way. But they had captured two Olympians. They only wanted to keep Victory and Peace in their city in hopes their presence alone would lead to Troy’s glorious triumph over the Acheans. By keeping victory locked and chained up in this basement and by making peace heal only Trojan soldiers from now on. That was the plan. They were going to let them go back to their fellow Olympians the second the Acheans had been defeated.

But it did not happen that way. Mighty and victorious Tesla kept trying to escape so they had to hack off her pure white pair of wings. But yet she kept on defying them. And the Acheans kept winning battle after battle. So they had to make her see that she had to work for them. Maybe then they would finally receive the blessings of victory. So they cut off her feet and legs next. Yet the Acheans kept winning.

So the trio began to grow desperate in the face of the Achaean army getting closer and closer to storming their cherished hometown. They even tried whipping the goddess’s darling baby brother Vash in front of her with such velocity that chunks of his skin and flesh flew off with each crack of the nine tailed whip. However this ended up being counter productive rather fast as well. For even though seeing her little brother in such pain had managed to sway the fair haired goddess of triumph to let the Trojans win some battles against the Acheans at long last, the injuries inflicted onto the god of peace proved to be so severe that he had become physically too weak to even crawl towards the hurt Trojan soldiers, let alone heal their wounds.

Having seemingly been backed against a wall with their “safe ticket to victory” refusing to work for them and their “divine healer” out of commission, they saw themselves forced to act fast.

So , in a last act of despair they did the unthinkable. They took an axe and hacked the goddess of victory into tiny little pieces of bone and flesh, handing them out to the soldiers so each and everyone of them would be fighting with a bit of victory at their side. A finger for Aeneas, a toe for Polybus, an earlobe for Glaucus…

It is for the safety of our friends and family. For our home… is what Pylon tried to tell himself as he watched Lysander’s axe come crashing down onto the poor goddess. The sounds of her flesh being ripped open, the bones cracking into halves and quarters and the goddesses piercing screams slowly dying down…. no matter how much Pylon tried to delude himself with thoughts of “we are doing this for our loved ones” he could never forget them. Hearing them every time he closed his eyes had been plaguing him every night since they had murdered Tesla. A part of him almost hoped the Acheans would just kill him at this point so he could finally be freed from this guilt.

Yet, at the same time looking back at their horrific act, what had shocked Pylon more than the fact that a deity could be wounded and killed in the first place, was how human their blood seemed. He recalled the stories his mother had told him as a small child. How gods could not bleed. How through the deathless beings’ veins flowed instead the ethereal fluid of ichor. He had always imagined for it to shine golden like the sun itself. But instead it was red. Like his.

Yet they still had one last problem: Their joker, Vash, who was supposed to provide infinite healing to the Trojan troops was still far too weak to actively heal any of their soldiers. So Lysander suggested to do it all over again.

“Please”

The pathetic little whimper ripped Pylon out of his thoughts and he once again looked down on the tear filled eyes of the youngest star born deity.

“Please. You don’t have to do this. Please”

His grip tightened, leading to another sob escaping the blonde’s throat. He could not exactly say why the Olympian’s please made him so angry. Was it truly anger he was feeling? Or was it perhaps guilt? But for what exactly? Guilt over murder? But he had killed countless men over the past 9 years on the battlefield. How is this any different from the countless innocent men he had slain before the gates of Troy?

“You think we’d do this if we didn’t have to?” Lysander growled before Pylon could even get a chance to answer Vash himself. The oldest among the three soldiers glared at Vash, while holding down the deity’s legs so he’d finally stop kicking the air around them.

Staring at his companion’s face, Pylon couldn’t help but notice the deep dark bags underneath his eyes, the glassy haze laying over his pupils like thick fog, the new strands of grey hair adorning both his beard and mane. The Trojan had known both Lysander and Iphition since his earliest childhood, literally having grown up with them like brothers. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling as if both his comrades had aged far more rapidly in the past few days since the goddess’s death than over the entire past decade since this forsaken war’s beginning. The way both their faces have grown haggard, with their deeply sunken in eyes, a permanent frown plastered over profile, acting as witnesses to sleepless nights his friends must have suffered through lately. Just like him. Pylon knew he could never say it out loud but it was almost strangely comforting to know that he was not the only one battling with this whirlwind of emotions their cruel deed had left behind. Be that as it may, Pylon also could not rid himself of the underlying realisation that he barely recognises his two best friends anymore. Were these men, pushing aside their own discomfort as they readied themselves for yet another godly slaughter, the same two boys he had shared so many happy moments with over the course of his life? As much as Pylon hoped that they could all just return to the how things used to be after the war, joking with his friends as they shared wine and freshly picked fruit, he knew it was not meant to be. Daring another glimpse at his companion’s face he was once again met with the harrowing reality that the pain, grime and the haunting spectre of their shared sin most likely had changed the three of them for all eternity on every level of their existence with no hope of going back to their once careless and hope-filled younger selves. From their physical appearance all the way down to the very core of their soul.

“Iphition what’s taking you so long?! We are running out of time. Troy is running out of time.” Lysander yapped at the youngest of the trio. Observing his youngest friend’s gloomy expression and paleness, Pylon knew that Iphition was struggling with the shame of their crime on the inside just like him. Despite his comrade’s lifelong reluctance to verbally express his thoughts and feelings, the soldier had known the olive-skinned man long enough to pick up on quirks and hints when Iphition was being plagued by or uncomfortable with something. Such as for example right now him having taken his sweet time trying to find some cloth. He had been stalling time. Trying to prolong the time to perhaps mentally prepare himself before the… execution.

“I’m here, I’m here.” Iphition mumbled, approaching the two other warriors, holding a simple linen cloth in his hand “it’s not much but it’s the best i could find.”

“Well then hurry up, stuff the brat’s mouth and go get my axe.”

“Got it” Iphition responded, more to appease Lysander than because he is somehow eager to watch yet another Olympian get dismembered, kneeling down once more beside the blonde god.

“Please. Please, I am begging you. Don’t do this!” The Olympian wailed, his eyes fixed on Pylon with the same intense stare as Tesla when she had first seen him on the battlefield almost a month ago at this point. Yet his eyes were not filled with righteous rage. They shone with… hope? Pity? Or was it perhaps sadness? Whatever it was, just looking directly at this pair of deep blues made Pylon’s heart wrench and he instantly averted his gaze, looking instead at some imaginary point on the opposite wall.

He heard the muffled sounds of Iphition forcing the balled up piece of cloth past Vash’s lips and vaguely noticing as his comrade went to grab Lysanders trusted axe before once again grabbing the blond god’s left arm and keeping it pinned to the ground.

Pylon felt his heart rate picking up when he could see Lysander’s shadow on the wall. Axe in hand, risen up high over his head. Pylon couldn’t tell if it was the flickering of the candles’ flames or not but he could see his friend’s grip on the axe seeming a bit… shaky? It was almost as if Lysander were hesitating.

However the soldier had no chance to ponder that thought any longer as the stifled screams and cries for mercy and the panicked trashing of the god beneath him was the only thing the soldier registered before he could feel the blast of cold air hitting his face as Lysander’s axe came crashing down onto the god’s left arm.

Another muffled cry of pain rang through his ears before it slowly ebbed into pitiful sobs of pain.

“That was the first arm.” Lysander’s booming voice broke the silence “Now onto the right on-“

Suddenly the murky basement’s door got thrown open, flying off of its hinges, the windblast of the the sheer force blowing out all the candles and oil lamps strewn around the cellar.

“Who in the Chronos’ name do you think you a-“ Lysander attempted to yell at the intruder but his voice failed him the very second he saw it. Even while hidden behind a boar tusk helmet he could see them clearly. Those same golden locks and those captivating blue eyes.

“L-Lord Nai!”

[mod-doodles]

Depending on how the show progresses I may change my mind but currently there seems to be a theme of manifestation, fate and destiny? This isn’t anti Claire…its a running on thought.

Claire’s insertion into Carmy’s life in the way that she appears can be considered fated just like Sydney, I don’t know if the writers room of the bear is religious/spiritual or just the show with the religious iconography being consistent and strong.

Maybe we are to consider that Claire was Carmy’s manifestation of fun and amusement.

Within modern spirituality we have the ideology that if you put certain energies into the universe you can attract/manifest your wants into a reality. In the christian religious space as shown in the ‘The Bear’ there is a similar ideology where God presents you with what you ask for or need if they/them/she/he sees fit. The presentation of that thing/want maybe because it is meant for you or its a lesson that you’re being thought. Similar sentiments to this can be seen across multiple spiritual and religious frame works but I’m a bit rusty on the topic.

They/them/she/he - *I’m point out that is God is a genderless being*

So back to Claire, Carmy at the beginning of season 2 was primed and ready for some ‘fun’, we get some foreshadowing during his conversation with Richie about purpose; Richie is looking at pictures of his lost love Tiff whose friends with Claire. By the end of the episode we see Carmy attempts to ask Syd out but fails then he goes to his empty home which is when I believe he had time to sit and ruminate about his lack of a social life. This is when that manifestation would have happened, for Carmy it probably wasn’t actively manifesting or praying but the energy of want was placed into the universe by the act of google searching.

He manifested a ‘cool fun girl’, they made her this badass ER doctor, who has a perfectly balanced life, friendships galore, a social life and she’s already loved and accepted by his community. Claire is kicking ass and taking names, literally the antithesis of everything that Carmy is (lmaoooo @ the funniest but sad part is she accepted by his people while he isn’t). He missed out on the college atmosphere with Claire he gets a version of that, he experiences having his first girlfriend and love??? well what he thinks is love and he never has to apologise. It’s a whirlwind romance and everyone whose said that she’s a ‘manic pixie dream girl/doctor is right; she sounds unreal, everyone has some demons in their closet.

In the end premature fun and amusement tends to mask your problems, the bear will eventually rear its ugly head in some capacity soon or later once it remains unaddressed. Carmy unfortunately skipped some steps as there is a lot of self work and healing to be done, which we saw as Carmy’s deferred problems returned to haunt him. Escapism is avoidance; the bear was still on his trail and it ended up biting Claire in the ass.

[icyminghao]

hey guys!

thank you so much for 1000. this is genuinely so unreal to me and i’m really really beyond thankful TT

i never imagined or expected my blog to become this big when i first started out to just share my writing with the platform (since i’ve been a ghost reader for like so long HELP i am not proud of this) but this is just a really pleasant surprise and i’m really grateful and appreciate every single one of you for supporting my work and pushing me to go on!!

i’m really sorry i haven’t been writing :( writing takes a long time for me and it heavily depends on whether i have time or motivation, so unfortunately i’ll only be able to continue devoting myself to writing like for real after november ish?? which is so long omg BUT i’ll try to upload some drabbles so my writing doesn’t get rusty 😔

thank you so much again!! unreal

[pkmnnursecass]

Ciao!

Hey there Rotomblr! I saw some of my coworkers talking about this app, so I decided to try it out! Name’s Cassidy, but you can call me Cass! I’m a big fan of She/Her pronouns, so use those for me if you'd please! I’m an aide down at that new Pokémon Center in Freezington, Galar. Nice to meet everyone!

Here’s my Trainer Card and a pic of me! Hope you can see them- I still have no idea how this site works lmao

Anyway, I'm from Castelia City in Unova! I spent a few years studying abroad in Kalos, and now I'm working in the Crown Tundra at the new Center they set up! I loooove astrology, cooking (especially curry), reading, movies and cardgames!!! I still don’t know a lot about Pokémon, but I’m good at taking care of them! I hope so, anyway. Lemme talk a little bit about my own!

Valentine - Ribombee: my first partner! I caught her when my family was vacationing in Alola way back. She's soooo adorable, and helps me out at the Center a ton!!

Chime - Chingling: my second Pokémon! I found him while studying in Kalos. He's more like emotional support for me, honestly. He's just as cute as Val!

Chansey: I got her from my employer (which I guess is the region???? Idk). She's very cool, and I think we work well together!

Lumi - Metang: Lumi was given to me by a friend in Kalos! They don't understand Galarian very well...and I'm no good at Kalosian...but I think they like it up here!! And they help out a lot!!!

Cheri - Spritzee: My newest team member!!! I caught her in Hammerlocke during my vacation (it keeps happening lol) She's super sweet!!!

That’s all for now! I can share my dreams and aspirations later, lol. Feel free to talk to me about anything- Pokémon, life, good recipes, movie recs, card games…like I said, anything!!!! It’s real lonely up here in the tundra, so any interaction is welcome!

Ciao! 🩷

(OOC stuff under the cut \/)

Update 1/7/24: Decided to update this, to offer more information and just generally be less cluttered! Also got rid of Cass' middle name, because that was lame and I forgot about it

Howdy! This is a Pokemon IRL Blog run by @skrelpson. As such, there's a major unreality warning for all of it! This blog runs off of mainly game/anime canon, with a sprinkle of headcanons throughout! Maybe I'll talk more about that later. idk!

Rules .｡.:*☆:

No NSFW! If you send any asks in that nature, you'll be blocked.

Magic Anons are off! They'll probably stay off, too. Just not comfy with that...yknow yknow

Pelipper Mail is on...ish! You can send things in, but please nothing like surprise gift Pokemon. Cass isn't equipped to deal with that right now! I will just ignore any mail that doesn't really jive with what's going on.

This is a low stakes blog! Cass might get into minor events, but for the most part it's just chill vibes in the tundra.

Speaking of, if you'd ever want to include me in some sort of RP (again, mainly low-stakes!), feel free to DM me! Just like specify what's going on. My writing RP skills are kinda rusty, but I can make it work! :]

Sapient Pokemon and the like can interact!

Basic DNI critera- Transphobes, racists, anti-seminists...etcetera...

In general, I'm not a very outgoing person. I gotta work up a lotta courage to try and talk to people! Especially people I don't know! And it might take me time to respond to a reblog, message, etc...it doesn't mean I don't want to interact! I'm just terrified of being online :p

Any ask game I reblog will be permanently open!!! Feel free to send in asks for any of them. Since that sounds a little daunting, here's a list of all the ones I've reblogged! Just PLEASE please please please include the question and not just the emoji...PLEASE

(I'll update this like...once every other month or something)

Find Out the Little Things!

Press A to Interact (This one doesn't really have a name? Ack sorry)

Roto Leak!

Pokéblr Ask Game

Curry Ingredient Ask Game

Assign a Pokémon Ability

Favorite Pokémon for Each Type

Sharing Story Aspects You're Excited For (I would label this one Pen(ny) for your thoughts if I wasn't a coward)

The ID was made using Pokecharm’s legacy Trainer Card Maker

The Picrew can be found here: [Link]

PREVIOUS ARCS (+Tags!)

The Lime Water Saga - a joke arc about Cass putting too many lime slices in her water bottle. Can be found under #lime water saga

Vocational Vacation - Cass tours Galar! She visits landmarks, takes pictures of ponies, and doesn't see the northern lights. Found under #vocational vacation arc

[jewishjon]

I posted 7,164 times in 2022

That's 5,126 more posts than 2021!

99 posts created (1%)

7,065 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fricklefracklefloof

@vang0bus

@mag200

@ashes-in-a-jar

@natequarter

I tagged 931 of my posts in 2022

#the magnus archives - 43 posts

#jonathan sims - 39 posts

#dk don't look - 36 posts

#tma - 33 posts

#unreality - 32 posts

#jonmartin - 30 posts

#prev tags - 27 posts

#dk don’t look - 22 posts

#martin blackwood - 22 posts

#jmart - 14 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#jmart au where jon can’t look at ppl without compelling them/eating their fear and martin who’s autistic and can’t make eye contact

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

This looks very exciting! Here is the whole thread so you can see some of the other very cool-looking stories that will be coming in the podcast https://twitter.com/TheRustyQuill/status/1547249500120526848?s=20&t=VJT97wnKnnTDp2pJbLffSQ.

[Image description: Two images featuring tweets from Twitter user Rusty Quill @/therustyquill. The first reads: ‘Introducing a new anthology podcast: Neon Inkwell, releasing in October 2022. #NeonInkwell is a home for short-form audiodrama, introducing listeners to new and underrepresented creators (as well as a few familiar faces). (1/7)’. Also in the tweet is an image of the show artwork for Neon Inkwell. The background has a frosted glass effect, with many colours ranging from purples to yellows and reds. In the centre is a diamond shape, with two faces. In white, stylised capital letters are the words ‘Neon Inkwell’.

The second tweet reads ‘Firstly, ‘Of That Colossal Wreck’, science fiction with a horror twist, by some familiar names for fans of The Magnus Archives: @SiennaSasha and @/jonnywaistcoat. On a space ship, long after the extinction of humanity, five people awaken - but they may not be alone… (3/7)’ Under the tweet is an image that is a social media card for Neon Inkwell. The background has a frosted glass effect, with colours ranging from purples to greens. On the left-hand side is the Neon Inkwell show artwork. On the right is text with two photographs of Jonny Sims and Sasha Sienna underneath. Text reads: ‘Of That Colossal Wreck’. When five artificially grown people awaken on an abandoned space station long after the extinction of humanity, they must confront their purpose, their future and the carnivorous alien beings which have taken over the facility. Created by Jonathan Sims (he/him) and Sasha Sienna (he/she/they)’. End ID]

511 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#4

magnus archives fans

1,605 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#3

*talking to someone I’m trying to get into tma* Ok so that’s Jon, the main character. Then there’s Jonny, the guy who wrote it. There’s also Jonny, Jonny’s character in the band the Mechanisms. And of course don’t forget John, the character who Jonny - the creator - is playing in upcoming podcast Re: Dracula. You need to remember that Rusty Quill and the transcripts really like to spell Jon (you remember, the main character) as John. Yeah, yeah, so don’t worry, it’s not hard to remember at all.

1,774 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#2

I am telling myself not to get my hopes up bc this probably means nothing. but also I will not be sleeping tonight.

2,174 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Oh god oh fuck oh no

[image description: a screenshot of an article from the Financial Times where the headline reads ‘Tumblr picks itself up again after years of struggle’ and the excerpt underneath reads ‘Creative, chaotic and anonymous, the blogging platform has lots of appeal for Gen Z.’ End ID.]

27,721 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

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[genderfluidcrowley]

I posted 2,079 times in 2022

That's 1,075 more posts than 2021!

371 posts created (18%)

1,708 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@i-am-not-a-fucking-mermaid

@wearequeer-andwearehere

@sundancefemme

@battleofbunkerhill

@zeus-japonicus

I tagged 474 of my posts in 2022

#our flag means death - 66 posts

#ofmd - 58 posts

#the magnus archives - 50 posts

#tma - 38 posts

#rusty quill - 33 posts

#trice forgotten - 33 posts

#goncharov - 31 posts

#unreality - 31 posts

#lgbtq - 23 posts

#stede bonnet - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i know that pronouns doesn’t equal gender but my reaction is still an indication and it’s no the pronouns themselves i have a problem with

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

one of my favorite fandom moments is the whole twitch chat booing when jk rowling was mentioned in the trivia murder party

132 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

#4

“And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars” (you are in love, taylor swift) is about achilles and patroclus

212 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

#3

okay so in today's psychology lesson our teacher talked about what's happening in your brain when you're in love with someone. And I never been in love. But based on the teacher's very brief description I feel like the closest thing to being in love that I have ever experienced is being obsessed with a new fandom.

Edit, (so imma add this to the original post too, not just having it in the tags): so my teacher said that when you’ve recently fallen in love with someone they are the only thing you can think about and it can get difficult to get some sleep. And while she said that my brain was like “are we talking about the same thing, cause I’m pretty sure you’re just describing my fandom obsessions?”

227 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#2

I did a thing

See the full post

286 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Cis people need to realise that “woman” is in fact an infinite number of different genders and so is “man”

do these two look like the same gender to you?

If so then you have been fooled. They are NOT the same gender

555 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

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[gamesdesignblogproject9]

Rough Premise

I don’t want to get rusty or give up on games design after i leave college, and so i think the easiest way to continue my work whilst continuing to learn Unreal and other engines, is to make a simple 3D game in the form of an FPS; I’ve been playing some for a few months now and I’ll admit I’m more of a fan than I expected, however that’s more due to the fact that hero shooters exist, with games like Overwatch, Apex Legends and Valorant standing in the forefront.

I figured that, I have enough charcaters I can put to use, and the base game will only be experimental for myself and those I want to test it out on, so i have no issue blowing money on commissioned models of some of my best works. That’ll give it a more authentic feel and if it goes well it’ll look good in my portfolio.

The basic idea surrounding the game is similar in fashion to Apex and Valorant, however it makes use of character specific abilities more, as well as my class system. I don’t want to make the game like a lot of pre-existing ones; for example, there’s blinding abilities and items, shields, enhanced mobility, but if you want to create a group of characters with magic or powers and throw them into a game like that, you’d expect them to be able to get a little more out of that. At least I would. In my next few posts I want to highlight each character and their abilities, and then summarise their roles.

[strawberry-jackalope]

okok info dump time: so the other day I posted a lot on instagram, including a poll (which, relevant later) and it got the attention of two people who played big roles in my childhood and queer awakenings, but who because of different things like moving and just being in different places, we never really rekindled the friendships we had (and I thus never told either of them how I felt). I’ll tell you about them, first, and then why I’m spiraling. Chronologically, I’ll start with G—I met G in 4th grade, and he was easily one of the few kids that was really nice to me. He and I didn’t really talk about it, but I always felt like he liked me, I was just too scared to ask him about it because he was my best friend (but I’d liked him, too) We both moved away, though, for fifth grade, and we haven’t spoken much in all that time (in 2016 we said like “hi” but it didn’t go any further) but we’re friends on a lot of social media. It’s unreal how attractive he is—he’s practically AotC Ewan McGregor. The other person, C, is the first person I had a crush on that wasn’t a boy. We met in 5th grade, they were also the first friend I made at the new school. They might as well have made the sun, and I still think that about them. They’re gorgeous, smart, and incredibly talented. Hell, I just tried to bleach my eyebrows because C thought it looked cool on me. They only recently followed me back on social media, even though I’ve been following them for a while (read: years), and the moment I saw the notification it felt like the air flew out of my lungs. I had a similar feeling when they replied to my instagram story, saying my hair looked cool, and asking me what kind of dye I used. I replied, but it’s been 24 hrs and C hasn’t even opened it. G, on the other hand, voted in a poll I posted (which, like, only 20 of the 90 who saw it did) and I reached out to him, and he’s had a few responses now, but it’s been only one sentence at a time: one not long after I sent a message, then once late last night, and once this morning. So I don’t know if I’m just really rusty at socializing in general, or overthinking, but I’m a little overwhelmed by feelings that only I might be experiencing. And I don’t know what to do about it, lmao. I can’t even fully describe what I’m feeling? I’m really excited to talk to both of them, but I’m really easily crushed by the idea that it might mean more to me that we’re talking than it might mean to them? And I don’t even know what it means to me, I just feel kinda algdkadjskajdhd ? - 🆘

okay so I think this is super sweet!!

but, I do think there's a little too much going on. You may be rusty at socializing, it's tough to do anyway, but if you start skimping, as with any skill, it gets harder. So don't worry too much, once you get better, things will feel more natural

the other thing is everyone is super busy right now, like life is just hella weird and kinda awkward for everyone. so if G isn't replying right away, could be work/school/pet stuff/whatever that's going that takes priority. It's likely it has nothing to do with you as a person, G's just trying to maintain a level of sanity. Same with C probably.

On the worst case scenario, they're just interested in being mutuals and low level friends. It's not the end of the world, though of course it kinda sucks. But the way they still want to be friends is encouraging. Just focus on keeping it simple and slowly build up to socializing more. If it would make it easier to do so in person, send an invite. Just say 'hey it's been so long, I'd love to really sit and catch up. Are you free for coffee or something sometime?'

This puts the ball in their court. It's likely they'd be open to meeting up again, just to feel things out. If things are awkward irl, you know not to attempt again for a while (or ever, if the vibes are really bad)

[jdidolau]

208 - 210. later, they stop by another lake... and get into another sudden competition...

[The snowy mountains and lake stretch ahead of them]

JOJO Oh wow! Look at that lake! The color looks so unreal...

DIO It’s so blue...

JOJO The water looks like it’s painted on!

[The color of the lake leaves them in awe]

STAFF (W/T) What you see in front of you is Lake Pukaki. It’s a beautiful day out today.

[It was like a tour guide on the radio]

JOJO It really is, huh... We should take a photo of it.

STAFF (W/T) Would you like to stop at the lake for a moment, or keep going?

[The producers want to show them the sights]

JOJO Ooh, can we?!

DIO We’re already cutting it close on the schedule, Jojo.

JOJO Just five minutes? We could stretch our legs too!

DIO (Sigh)

[Dio relays Jojo’s wishes]

DIO We’d like to stop for a bit, Producer.

STAFF (W/T) Alright. Have fun, you two!

DIO Thank you.

JOJO Thank you, Producer!

[They pull over to see Lake Pukaki]

JOJO Let’s go! Goodness, it’s beautiful!

[Jojo runs over to take pictures]

JOJO (Hop)

[He seems excited even from the back]

[Dio takes a leisurely stroll]

[They enjoy the lake in their own ways]

JOJO Dio! Could you take a photo of me, please?

DIO Sure, Jojo.

[Photographer Dio steps up!]

(Click!) (Click!)

JOJO (Checking) That looks really nice! Go over there, I’ll take one for you too!

[Exchange of labor]

(Click!) (Click!)

DIO (Checking) Hmm, good work, Jojo.

JOJO Thank you!

DIO Alright, let’s go.

JOJO Ah, wait a moment! Do you know how to skip stones, Dio?

DIO I do. Why?

[Mischievous Jojo suddenly gets a glint in his eye, and smirks]

[Dio catches on and chuckles]

JOJO I bet I can skip more than you.

DIO You’re on.

[Another competition starts!]

[They search diligently for flat stones]

[Will they be able to get to Mt. Cook at this point?]

DIO We’re still on a schedule, so why don’t we do five rounds?

JOJO Alright. Whosoever gets the most in all rounds wins.

[Jojo goes first]

(Splash!)

JOJO Ah. Whoops.

DIO Hah! Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Jojo?

JOJO That was an accident. I skipped stones a lot as a child. (Pouts) I was really good at it too.

DIO Are you sure you’re not just bluffing, Jojo~? Watch and learn.

(Splash) (Splash) (Splash)

DIO And that’s how you skip a stone.

JOJO Okay, City Boy.

[Dio doubles over in laughter]

DIO Excuse you! (Snicker) (Snicker)

JOJO You...

DIO Hm?

JOJO N-nothing! Um, it’s my turn, right? (Flick)

(Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash)

JOJO WHOO! Did you see that?!

DIO Hmm, not bad, Country Boy~

JOJO (Grin) Your turn then, City Boy~

(Splash) (Splash)

DIO Ugh. (Scowl)

JOJO Looks like I’m winning so far~

DIO Don’t get too excited. There’s still three more rounds to go.

(Flick) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) 

(Flick) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash)

DIO Hmm~ (Pleased) (Smirk)

[They play in silence to concentrate]

(Splash) (Splash)

JOJO Agh!

DIO Looks like you got rusty after all these years, Jojo.

JOJO We’re still tied, though. Don’t get too excited, Dio~ (Chuckle)

(Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash)

JOJO Oh wow!!

DIO (Preens) Hah! Beat that, Jojo!

JOJO You never know, I could skip it seven or eight times!

DIO Hmm, we’ll see. Since I’m in the lead, why don’t I go first?

JOJO Oh? Are you sure you want to give up your chance to turn it around for yourself, Dio?

DIO Hmph. I doubt you could beat my score.

JOJO Then by all means~

[Jojo bows with a flourish~]

(Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash)

DIO Prepare to lose, Jojo.

[Jojo glares determinedly at the water]

[Dio sounded confident, but he's staring intently at the water too]

(Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash)

JOJO GAH!! So close!!!

DIO HAH! In the end, the winner really is me, Dio! (Laughs)

JOJO Alright, this is my loss. Is there anything the winner would like to request?

DIO Hmm... Since we’re going trekking, how about, once we're halfway up the mountain, you carry me for the rest of the way?

JOJO Oh, but didn't I make that offer on the night we packed? Are you sure you don’t want a different request?

DIO It’s much more satisfying if it’s a punishment for losing~

JOJO (Laughs) Alright, if you say so, Dio~ This was quite fun, though.

DIO I suppose it was.

JOJO The lake really is quite beautiful.

[We’re glad you two had fun~]

[It was all perfect at Lake Pukaki~]