#Wowza That Is A Lot

[ruthytwoshakes]

happy pride everybody, hope you had a good one! And I hope everybody's excited for disability pride month this July :)

We can't forget our friends and family in Palestine during the celebrations. There is no Pride in Occupation. And happy pride to our family in Palestine, we won't forget about you. Stay strong and fight like hell. I love you.

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[isaiah-the-starborn]

did I ever post this

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[gio-goose]

Mmmmm nyessssss…

[chaosmax]

Many thanks to @rewuyuu for the commission!

hello everyone do you have a moment to learn about Sampo and Jing Yuan friendship propaganda because IN THIS ESSAY I WILL--

(based on that one Jason Momoa meme, because this is so their energy)

Edit: said essay--

(obligatory these are just personal headcanons of a friend and mine other interpretations are valid)

-They both go :3 they are both some of the few characters that make that face and it is adorable.

-They both conceal their true deeper feelings behind teehee funny man/lax eepy personas [this is assuming the Funny Bone video is canon to Sampo. It was made for Hoyofair but Hoyoverse showcased it in the Live concert event so I consider that canon until Hoyoverse says otherwise]

-On the topic of that both had a tight-knit group of friends they hung out with when they were younger and were ride or die with. Unfortunately, this turned out to be die as all of their friends died (some of the HCQ are still alive but are either reincarnated or so changed/driven mad from Mara the version Jing Yuan knew had died) while Sampo and Jing Yuan were the only one out of their pals to survive.

-But both had to move on and continue to anyway, whether they wanted to or not

-Due to these things in common they would understand and relate to each other in a deep, meaningful way that few others in their lives could. There would be a certain level of liberty to their friendship because of it. They'd be able to release pent-up emotions and trauma as well as sympathize and empathize with each other. They'd be able to support each other and trust each other with the burdens of their pasts because of it. While not easy for these topics to come up initially, once they did they would find a safe space in each other for these topics. And from this would form a strong bond of trust.

-Not to mention Sampo would be a great way for master strategist ™️ Jing Yuan to keep tabs on what is happening throughout the galaxy in other places or gain valuable information for the Xianzhou Alliance. AND as Jing Yuan has expressed a lot his daily life is quite boring and loves to hear tales from the Astral Express's adventures he'd also love to hear all the wild antics Sampo gets up to because you KNOW Sampo has some wild tales to tell

-In happier news Sampo is very outwardly mischievous while Jing Yuan is also hella sneaky but in a different way usually. But when put together they bring out the utter gremlin in each other and are constantly messing with each other or having a prank war but it's all in good fun. It makes them both genuinely laugh a lot, breathing new life into their days.

-Also Mimi is either really affectionate with Sampo or bullying him (safely and gently) but it freaks Sampo out because she so beeeg. Jing Yuan finds it hilarious.

[ihatebrainstorm]

ITS SO COOL YOU LIKE TF2 AND TRANSFORMERS!!! It’s so rare to meet someone else who likes both fandoms :3

YEA OFC!! I mean another group of people with questionable morals getting into goofy antics in a franchise that also happens to be abbreviated with the letters "TF"? How could I not? (I'm sure there's more of us out here)

(Technically I've liked TF2 longer than TF, but I've been on a little Valve game resurgence kick recently lmao)

[sleptawake]

unstable universe is both so impressive and so funny to me . like how did you put a guy who debunks escape rooms for a living & tier 1 pvper sweat in the same server that's like 2 people from polar opposite sides of the mc community

[bloodandiron-if]

Crush Flag (romantic feelings), allowing for distinct paths at the beginning or evolution from casual to romantic if desired.

So that means that in this route, I don't need to be FWB with Russo to have a romance with him right?

I'm not really into FWB dynamics with ROs where that's a required step to romance them, so I just want to confirm if that's the case with Russo :D

Also...

How would the ROs react to a shy MC who blushes easily around them, but turns flirty and starts hitting on them when he’s had a drink?

Not at all—you do not have to choose a friends-with-benefits track to romance Russo.

When I said “distinct paths,” I was talking about the six relationship states you can start in (or evolve into; sorry I don’t think I properly expressed it back then):

1. Enemies

2. Neutral acquaintances

3. Friends

4. Best friends

5. FWB

6. Crush (you quietly pining for Russo)

Any of those can branch into a full romance (and enemies / neutral can soften into friendship) depending on your choices. FWB is just one optional flavor—never a mandatory step if you wanna pursue them. 🙂‍↕️

Those paths also help define how your MC feels about Russo when they’re around them—especially since the two of you have known each other for two years.

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Okay!! Now onto your reaction 🖤🩸

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⚠️ CONTENT INCOMING ⚠️

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OPERATIVE D-6

At first they’re gentle—almost protective—seeing you blush and fidget.

The liquor hits, you lean in, murmur something wicked near their ear, and their eyes go wide. They’re stunned silent for a beat, then you catch the ghost of a smirk.

They stay close the rest of the night, steadying you with a hand at your lower back, quietly wondering which version of you will show up tomorrow—and hoping it’s both.

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DETECTIVE JUNO REYES

Your shy smiles already melt them, but when you start flirting openly—eyes half-lidded, voice a notch lower—Juno chokes on their drink.

One sharp laugh, a pink flush at the tips of their ears, and suddenly they’re leaning against the bar trying to play it cool.

They counter flirt with you once, just to check you’re serious, then spend the rest of the evening swaying between amused protectiveness and wanting to drag you somewhere quiet.

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NICO/NIA RUSSO

They live for this contrast.

Your usual bashful glances? Adorable.

But tipsy, confident you throwing spicy lines?

Russo’s grin could split the moon.

They’ll hype you up—“Look at you, dangerous”—and volley back twice as hard. Expect them to place a daring bet on how red they can make you again once the alcohol fades.

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KIERAN/KIERA MYLES

Myles notices the switch instantly: the shy stammer turns into a husky compliment whispered right against their collar.

Their brows lift in pleased surprise.

They play along—voice silky, questions probing—testing how bold you’ll get.

When you blush again mid-sentence, they chuckle low and promise, “We’ll revisit that line when you’re sober… I plan on hearing it twice.

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ALEX/ALEXI MONROE

They’re flustered even when you’re shy, so drunk flirty you absolutely wrecks them.

The first teasing remark has them blinking, cheeks hot, smile stuck somewhere between thrilled and terrified.

They try to flirt back—trip over a word—blush harder. Eventually they lean in and whisper, “I love this side of you…but promise me you’ll still like me tomorrow morning?”

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ROWAN/RHEA CARTER

They clock the shyness, keep their distance—until the drinks hit and you drop a slow, deliberate compliment about their shoulders.

Carter’s eyes darken.

They lean one elbow on the table, close enough for your knees to touch, and say in a low rasp, “Careful. I take promises seriously.”

The rest of the night they alternate between teasing restraint and a protective hand guiding you through the crowd.

[s0mn3r]

i love crackships but i dont like when crackships are so rare that you cant find fanart of them and if u do its like one work using a specific name

[herobrinna]

Man i havent drawn anything in ages. Eh, might as well waste my time rambling about these guys.

Ok so i made these ocs like absolute ages ago, so mind their backstories being very cringe, but i also dont wanna change them, theres some kind of charm to having silly cringy ocs.

right, so, the yellow one is Bananaslug (bigender, she/he), and is a hive/rain hybrid (like duhh, u can clearly see that). her silly backstory was, starting with his parents (and mind that this made made up before arc 3 was finished), a hivewing, who like cricket(? was that her name? i havent reread the books in ages) wasnt effect by the shitfuck evil plant (for which basically, i hc that cricket wasnt the only one who wasnt injected with the plant, on a rare occasion queen Wasp would miss an egg or two, human error, er, dragon error and all that, usually this would be noticed in early childhood and they would be "fixed", but like with cricket, an occasional dragon gets unnoticed) managed to escape the hives as the plant takeover or whatever tf was happening happened, and followed behind the group of migrating silkwings. sadly they got swept in a storm which lead them astray to the rainwing jungle instead.

now i personally see the jungle as having an absolute shitload of little rainwing villages, some not even having contact with the main one! or even knowing anything about the outside world. this hivewing ends up in one of the villages that at most mightve traded bits and pieces with the main one, but has never seen non-rainwing dragons. the hivewing quickly gets accepted as a weird lil guy. and for once, this hivewing feels like theyre in a community where they belong, now being given freedom that they wouldve never had previously. they quickly adopt the hivewing way of life. Bananaslug then, the only dragonet they have, not for their lack in game, but more so due to pantalan and pyrhian dragons being genetically further apart, so having children with each other is extremely unlikely.

as Bananaslug got older, she lived through Queen Glory making an effort to actively contact all outter rainwing villages, and develing an in-tribe education system (the thingy mountain, forgot the name, that we follow the students of in the second arc, being presented as like one of the only schools is real stupid in my opinion), there, learning of other tribes she decides to go out and explore the world once hes come of age.

(oh and btw, Bananaslug, like, inherited nothing special from either parent, she doesnt have any hivewing powers, she doesnt have rainwing venom, and at most, he can slightly change the shade of his yellow scales, cant do anything with any other coloured scale tho)

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the green dragon is Seaglass (agender, they/them) they are a sea/sand hybrid, no they do not have a tail barb.

they were born to 2 generals from the sandwing princess succession war, both the sandwing and seawing commanding over, urh man i can never remmeber army terms, fleets? groups of dragon soldiers. in most other cases, general/whatever leaders, of separate tribes would not get along, they might have had an allience, but that didnt change their internalised racism and all that, but these two got weirdly well along.

once, going out for drinks over celebration of a succecfull battle, lead to a drunken hookup and an accidental clutch of eggs. the seawing decided to leave them at the deep palace hatchery, paying good money to the caretakers there to not only take care of the eggs, but also be dragonetsitters when they hatched. sadly, all but one dragonet were born without gills (or partially formed/malformed once), never being even given the chance at a first breath. Seaglass was the only one hatched with functional gills, and even then, theirs are less developed that an average seawing, giving them the gill equivalent of asthma.

they rarely got to see their seawing parent, and didnt even know they were part sandwing till way after the war was over. as soon as they were old enough to be left mostly alone they escaped from the deep sea palace, wanting to start a new life somewhere where they wouldnt be seen as a freak.

(oh yes and, not sure where to put this, but Seaglass is missing some of the bioluminescent stripes (such as not having any on their belly scales) so they have always had communication issues. and of course, having grown up hidden away in the deep sea, they didnt properly learn spoken language (outside of the required theory for it in their schooling) untill they escaped.)

[stygiansauce]

sauce my friend (am i allowed to call you any of that?) my love (all platonic :D)

i was on vacation for what felt like almost the entirety of june (two different trips both roughly a week long) and i fear ive been slacking on bothering you !!!

i saw the second sticks fic and i absolutely adore it ! i cant remember if i've properly commented on unsportsmanlike conduct (i think when that dropped was the last time i sent an ask) but i loved it, you never fail with writing insane sexual tension and raunchy ranchers :D

with countercurrent, it felt like a reminder that even in this universe of rivalry and uppercuts, the ranchers are still ranching and down bad and goofy at their core... tango's call at the end especially,,, and jimmy running to take it privately made me smile so much :D i also love how you further explained jimmy's background with the fic !!! im also always amazed at how ur exposition feels natural, as well as the dialogue between pearl and jimmy. their friendship was so blatant and heartwarming and i loved it so much !!!

ive seen ur posts about struggling with MOE and i wanted to give some words of encouragement, even if im not much of a writer. i love all your work, and MOE is such a wonderful fic so i wish you all the luck in tackling chapter 5!!! i fear ive been slacking as a saucefan, but ive wanted to illustrate so much of your writing but i can only pick and choose so many scenes... i was struggling with my MOE fanart because i wanted to make it as wonderful as i could, to do MOE justice. so from one creative to another, we can get thru this :DDD sending much love <33

HARU! my friend! (yes babe, we're friends), my love! my sweet and amazing daaarling!

GOSH this is so sweet of you, thank you for taking the time to write this out to me. It really means the world hearing how much yall like my work, it makes me more excited to share it with you all and proud that my love letter has earned your hearts too. I hope your vacation of enjoyable and restful Haru! I would kill for a vacay right now but alas I will let pet sitting my my vacay /silly.

There is no such thing as slacking! I'm grateful for you even if you're feeling quiet. The appreciation I get on my is astounding. I am always grateful for the readers that are loud about expressing their liking of my funny stories, but I'm also grateful to those that lurk. simple Kudos, or even just reading and quietly leaving after. I still got to share my art and in the end that's the whole goal of putting out fanfic! So it's okay Haru <3 I see you in my notifs I know you're still near by.

Thank you for loving sticks! I have no idea how I write the tension the way I do. I've been asked before how I do it and I just...stare at it? Till it does the thing? so it makes me happy that you all like it! I'm having a lot of fun with Sticks honestly. Playing with new dynamics and picking up characters I don't normally write for. It's also been a great way to meet new people and get closer with my friends, every day is exciting to live right now and I cannot say thank you enough for offering me that.

I will tackle MoE 5. I'm gonna do it and it's be great. I'm getting better with perfectionism (Spelling errors in IN my fic lmao omg) but to me, making the product something I'm happy with isn't really perfectionism. I want to be proud of 5 before she comes out, and I know you're all waiting so patiently so I will promise that it will be MoE standard (even or better than chapter four). There's some pressure yeah, but I know none of you hold it against me to take my time and make something we'll all love. It's funny, I was just telling Kit how I fear y'all would kill someone if I ever got a hate comment. <3

For YOU Haru, take your time too. Thank you for working on art for MoE, that alone makes me feel so proud and so loved. You could draw me a stick figure and it would do MoE justice so long as it's something you're proud to have made. This whole, fanfic and tumblr thing we're doing here is an exercise in loving things (for me at least). I want to love my writing again. I want to love my free time and my hobbies. I want to love researching funny topics, and reading, and interacting online. I do now. So make what makes you happy, something you love even if its imperfect, even if you think someone might not like it. I promise you I'll like it, because I like you <3 I am sending love right back at you babe. RAH this community ToT you guys make me soft. I have never cried more in my life than I do now (good tears!)

everyone go drink water and sleep good. I love y'all, freaking nerds /aff.

[irachki]

reanimation: chapter 1 - unraveling

fandom: the pitt (tv series) description: Fuck whatever long term plan she had. Victoria needs to get out. pairing: victoria javadi x mateo diaz, victoria javadi x john shen, melissa king x samira mohan (background), trinity santos x parker ellis (background) warnings: a lot of emotionally heavy topics, depiction of an anxiety attack (she doesn't know it), drinking, general tomfoolery when it comes to the five on screen word count: 4.1k words a/n: i have such a deep love for this show and victoria javadi. i conjured this up one night when i couldn't sleep and could only think about how much javadi's life mirrored mine. i hope y'all enjoy this. as always a huge thank you to the best support team on the planet @wraithdance @gardenthatneversleeps @disgustingtwitches

Pitt Fest unravels the last of Victoria’s resolve. It’s miraculous how she’s been able to restrain herself as much as she has for the last decade. But fear is a powerful tool, especially when weaponized against her very limited life experience.

It’s not that Victoria doesn’t know that her parents are wrong; she does, it’s that she’s always worried about the small chance that they are right. It’s enough to keep her rooted in place, repeating her own internal mantra to get her through the most difficult moments of her home life.

Just a few more years. A few more years and I’ll be free. Away from here.

It’s etched into the back of her eyelids. Repeated over and over again when she’d find herself frustrated to tears with her mother.

But Pitt Fest, oh fucking Pitt Fest, it undoes everything. It’s bad enough that she collapses during her first procedure, but to then have that followed up by a mass casualty incident? The threads of her sanity and patience had already begun to unravel at that point. She’s pretty fed the fuck up by the time her mother is breathing down her neck and sucking her teeth at the unorthodox way Victoria is intubating when the hospital is literally running out of supplies. She can’t fucking take it any more and just blows up and out directly at her mother.

Except this time, she doesn’t hear her own voice echoing off the walls of her dining room. The Pitt is too busy for there to be an echoing silence after she yells at her mother. Instead, Eileen Shamsi reels backwards, eyes widened in surprise at the sheer fact that Victoria had the audacity to speak to her like that in public. But Victoria doesn’t care anymore. She’s covered in sweat, blood, and various other body fluids and she’s goddamn exhausted. Any lingering worries wash away with the grins that McKay and Mateo throw her way as encouragement. And then she’s back to intubating, helping save lives like the goddamn doctor she is.

The illusion crumbles as she continues to rotate through Pittsburgh Trauma Medical. She thinks back to that moment often. A reminder of the authority and trust she had over herself, of what she’s capable of when she takes matters into her own hands. She’s proud of it. She’s hungry for it.

It sets her off.

Victoria knows she’s capable. She’d always prided herself on her academic metrics, they’d reassured her of this. But this incident serves as evidence for her, reaffirms the knowledge that, yes, actually, she is an adult. Hard to believe against the backdrop of the iron fist of the Javadi household, but yes, she’s an adult. An adult who is owed autonomy and space to make her own goddamn decisions.

Fuck whatever long term plan she had.

Victoria needs to get out.

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She’s being a bitch. She knows because all of the nurses are walking on eggshells around her. Even Garcia had asked if everything was alright, not even pretending to believe Victoria’s lackluster excuse. Honestly, she couldn’t care less right now. Surgery is hard enough for her, what with all of the incredibly graphic procedures she has to endure, but the overlapping shifts with her mother have made it that much worse. 

It makes leaving all she can think about. Somehow, the anger and frustration have quelled her body’s automatic response to the thought of leaving, hyperventilating. That’s reserved for the sanctity of her bedroom, where her nervousness blooms at the prospect of leaving the safety net she’s been provided all of her life.

“Whatever happened to you in the last few days, I’m absolutely loving bandit.” Trinity slides into the seat next to her, tapping her credentials into the PTM portal. “It looks great on you.” She’s overeager as she looks over at Javadi, eyes lighting up as she pops a jolly rancher in her mouth.

“Bandit?” And geez, even Victoria winces at the tone of her voice.

Trinity’s a soldier though. She just shakes her head in disbelief, “Like Crash Bandicoot? The games? On the GameCube?”

Victoria just stares at her blankly, too tired to explain to Trinity that the first gaming console she got was a DS with Nintendogs. God, those poor dogs. They’re probably starving and covered in fleas.

Trinity gapes at her, the half melted jolly rancher visible before she speaks, “Jesus! Okay, well, it’s a compliment. He literally saves the world. Just like your little genius brain is gonna save us all one day.” Trinity bumps her shoulder against Javadi’s before turning back towards the computer.

“Right,” Victoria can't add any inflection to her voice; it comes out flat and unlively. 

“Goddamn who the hell took away your whimsy? You love my shitty jokes.”

“Sorry,” Victoria rubs at her temples, closing her eyes against the harsh lighting for a second, “It’s just my mother.”

Trinity lets out a low whistle, “Oy vey. Get into it again?” 

“Mhm.” Victoria’s hand comes to rest over her eyes, praying and hoping for some relief, “Keeps driving me up the wall. You’d think I was a prepubescent child the way she talks to me.”

“Oh god, the ethnic parent curse.” Trinity’s sympathetic as she rubs Victoria’s shoulder, “Always a baby even if you’re grown.”

This is one of the things that Victoria appreciates about Trinity, the shared experience. Despite the rocky beginnings of their relationship, they’d been able to commiserate over the struggle of having demanding ethnic parents. Victoria would be lying if she didn’t feel an extra layer of validation at struggling with something that Trinity struggled with as well. 

“It’s fucking exhausting. Having them, well mostly my mom, breathe down my neck as if I’m incapable of making my own decisions is infuriating.”

Trinity nods, crunching through the jolly rancher, “You’d think the accelerated pace of schooling and the fact you even got into medical school would dispel that idea. But god knows ethnic parents couldn’t care less about logic and reasoning that contradicts them.”

Victoria gives up looking at the patient files and lets her head fall into her hands. “It’s driving me insane, Trin.”

“I know I sound like a broken record, but why don’t you just… move out?”

Victoria can’t help the dry laugh that escapes her, “I don’t even know how the hell I’d go about doing that. It’s not like my mother would even be onboard with that.”

“Well, have you asked?” Trinity’s knee bumps into Victoria, her hand still on her shoulder.

Victoria shoots Trinity a sideways glance, “Have I asked Eileen Shamsi if she would let me leave her home?”

Trinity nods, immune to Victoria’s dull response.

“No, I haven’t. Because I already know how that conversation is going to go.”

“What makes you so sure?”

Victoria sighs, turning to Trinity, “I know she’s trying to keep me on a tight leash so I don’t “fall into the wrong path.” I doubt she’d just let go like that. I mean if she would, she’d have done it already, right?”

Trinity shakes her head, giving Victoria’s shoulder one last squeeze before her hand falls back into her lap. “My mother was incredibly fucking anal about ever decision I made. She was even pissed about the fact that I decided to go to medical school. Imagine that.” 

Trinity rolls her eyes and waves her hand as she continues, “She had this idea of what I was capable of and would get mad at me when I would do something she thought wasn’t suitable for me. So I just started proving her wrong. Every little thing she expressed doubt in, I excelled. Eventually, she came around, but it took a long time and put a strain on our relationship.”

Victoria’s eyes furrowed, “Geez, Trin, that’s horrible. I’m so sorry.”

Trinity shrugs, unfazed by the large trauma dump, “It is what it is. Nothing compared to your shackled life. But seriously, use me as an example that you can make it out of your situation.”

“I just don’t know how I’d even approach this with her,” Victoria mumbles out.

Trinity perks up immediately, a light shining in her eye, “I think I have an idea for that.” She pauses for a moment, tapping a finger on her chin, “But it’ll have to wait til your twenty-first.”

“My twenty-first? Trin, you know I can’t go out.”

Trinity grins at her, “Yeah, I know you can’t go out, but we’re still celebrating. Duh”

Victoria feels a smile spreading slowly across her face. The idea of celebrating her birthday with someone other than her family has her feeling lighter. She’s stunned a bit, lost for words at the fact that Trinity, of all people, would be planning something for her. All she manages is an “Oh. Cool.”

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Trinity and Dennis’ apartment exudes a level of comfort and coziness that Victoria wasn’t aware homes could have. She’d gotten so used to the polished appearance of her parents’ house that she’d forgotten how comforting it was supposed to be.

As soon as Victoria passes through the front door, she’s greeted by the warm smell of vanilla and the earthy smell of the plants that hang from the ceiling. Victoria won’t admit it outright, but there’s a deep sense of peace and tranquility that she has here. Insane to think that Trinity’s home would offer her that, but hey, crazier things have happened.

In the windowsill, Gato, the apartment’s resident calico, is batting at the end of a blue streamer that hangs low. It’s one of many that have been set up around the apartment. They’d gone all out, decorating the home in blue and yellow, Pitt’s colors, birthday decorations. Victoria has an inkling suspicion that the box, also decorated, sitting on the counter is a Mocha Cloud Cake from the Tous Les Jours on Penn. She’d had it earlier in the year and had talked Trinity’s ear off about it for weeks. She can’t help the small smile that spreads across her face. It’s nice to have a small birthday celebration with people she actually wants to spend her day with.

Trinity had told Victoria beforehand not to worry about anything but “looking cute” and left it at that. Victoria’s attempts at gaining clarity were met with a wave of Trinity’s hand and a small comment about keeping it chill casual. Because Victoria was so experienced in the chill casual of it all. She’d done her best with the results that pinterest gave her, but she felt a little overdressed for the occasion. But, whatever, it was her birthday after all.

Dennis and Trinity are already home, offering her a drink as she sets down her bag for the night. Samira and Mel join them a little later, bringing more goodies and alcohol with them.

“It is your twenty-first after all,” Samira says with a wink and a small giggle. Victoria doesn’t miss the way Mel’s eyes dart over to Samira and soften around the edges. It’s very cute.

They end up settled in the living room, all of them strewn across couches and even the floor. It’d been rearranged to be as similar to a conversation pit as possible. Various kinds of foods and drinks filled the tables in the center as they got on with the festivities.

Turns out that Trinity had organized a powerpoint night for her 21st. Except, Victoria’s not in it. It’s all catered to her and for her. Just like all the sugary drinks that Trinity keeps feeding her. Victoria doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol or what, but she can feel her eyes burning every time she thinks a little too hard about this. Not exactly the quintessential bar crawl nearly every 21 year old seems to have, but something that they knew she’d prefer a lot more.

She’ll have to thank Trinity for this down the line.

For now, she focuses her attention back on the presentations and the cold drink in her hand. Dennis is up first, quick to set the group off in giggles when the title of his presentation, Correctly Milking a Cow (Interactive Presentation), comes on screen. True to the title, Dennis is equipped with gloves to simulate the milking process. He walks through the process, demonstrating on his glove, and encouraging them to try it. They’re giggling nonstop, the dyed water inside the gloves spilling in some cases, but it’s incredibly fun. Victoria laughs herself to tears when Trinity’s glove nearly bursts. They have to take a breather after that presentation.

As the others clean up the water around them, Victoria feels her phone buzz along her leg. She pulls it out to find a message from Mateo.

mateo🏀🩺damn, no invite?

victoria✨?????

She watches the typing animation on her screen and waits for her response. She’s distracted by Mel’s light tap on her shoulder.

“Feeling alright?”

Victoria grins easily at Mel, warmth coursing through her body, “Phenomenal!”

Mel laughs a little, shaking her head a bit, “Perfect. Want another drink?”

Victoria nods enthusiastically, and Mel grins at her before leaving her alone with her phone again. She looks back down to see that Mateo had responded to her.

mateo🏀🩺whitaker told me he can’t game with me tonight cause he was celebrating your birthday

mateo🏀🩺and i didnt get an invite 😭 mateo🏀🩺santos also sent a picture of you in the groupchat[screenshot.jpg]

Victoria’s eyebrows scrunch at the image Mateo sends. It’s a screenshot of a group chat titled “bambi protection squad”. In it, she can see that Trinity had sent a picture of Victoria. She’d caught her mid laugh with her mouth open and her eyes scrunched, glossy tear tracks covering her face. One hand holds her drink, and the other holds her stomach in the moment. There are three heart reactions in the picture. Victoria’s stomach twists a little at the pretense of Mateo liking a picture of her. She responds to Mateo before she can sit on that for too long.

victoria✨to be fair i didn’t even know it was happening

mateo🏀🩺 laughed at “to be fair i didn’t even know it was happening”

mateo🏀🩺you having fun?

There’s another little twist of something at the pit of her stomach. She tries not to dwell on it.

victoria✨ yeah!!! dennis taught us about milking cows LOL

victoria✨he says that next time he’s gonna teach us horseback riding! suuuper excited for that

mateo🏀🩺easy cowgirl, dont go having too much fun without me

victoria✨ laughed at “easy cowgirl, dont go having too much fun without me”

She knows that Mateo’s not doing it on purpose. Knows he’s just someone who’s naturally funny and kind to others. That doesn’t stop the warmth blooming in her stomach, creeping up her chest at his words. There’s another part of her that reminds her that this is platonic. That he doesn’t want her. She can feel the inner turmoil starting, her thoughts wrestling each other as Victoria digests the short conversation. 

She doesn’t get to dwell on it long, a few moments later another text comes in from someone Victoria’s not really expecting.

high functioning caffeine addict ☕happy birthday sprout🌿[flower_in_bloom.gif]

Victoria glances around at the cups in front of her, counting them all. The alcohol must be working fast, she thinks to herself, because she can feel herself getting overly warm. She needs to slow down, maybe drink some water. This can’t be a normal reaction to a text message.

victoria✨ loved “happy birthday sprout🌿”

victoria✨ loved an image

victoria✨

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She decides that’s enough of her phone for now. Otherwise, she’s sure she’ll embarrass herself saying something stupid. God knows she doesn’t need any more of that after the year she’s had.

Mel slides another cup into Victoria’s hand as they all settle down to continue with the presentations. Samira’s is up next, her culinary rotations pass around the group as she gives her presentation on 10 Foods That Saved My Ass During Med School. Her cooking is incredible, very on brand for Samira, and she’s linked video recipes for Victoria to follow along. She’d even gone ahead and included a list of her favorite Southeast Asian grocery stores in the area. She’s tearing up by the end of it, touched that Samira would offer her something she’d been begging her mother to pass on to her. Pleading for the generational knowledge, and having it be sidetracked by her medical education. It’s not lost on Victoria how special it is for Samira to share this with her.

Samira settles down next to her as Mel gears up for her presentation on Household Items That Changed My Life. All of the items have an incredibly detailed review, ranked according to a meticulous rubric that Mel herself had crafted. Honestly, if Mel wasn’t a doctor Victoria’s convinced she could be a saleswoman because she’d managed to convince Victoria that she actually does need a Typhur sync thermometer for cooking. Her amazon list has gotten significantly longer for sure.

Finally, it’s Trinity’s turn. She’d been smart to save herself for last because the drinks had absolutely settled in Victoria’s stomach. She’s feeling ridiculously warm and free right now. It’s why she starts giggling as soon as she sees Trinity’s bright blue and yellow presentation called How to Break Javadi Out of Prison (aka her parents' house). There are little pixelated sprites dancing around on the corners of the screen that send her into an absolute fit. The alcohol makes her perception absolute shit because it takes her a lot longer to notice that they’re not just random pixelated icons but icons of the five of them.

Victoria’s wheezing so hard it’s difficult for her to speak, but she finally manages in between laughs. “How much time did you spend on this?”

Trinity grins back at her, swaying on the balls of her feet, “A long fucking time! I had to make it good!”

It sets her off again, the others in the group laughing at Trinity’s antics and Victoria’s deteriorating state. Trinity shakes her head, her grin widening as she grabs the clicker to get started. In all honesty, Victoria had expected a throwaway presentation from Trinity, but the first slide alone had Victoria bursting into tears.

Titled, Why Victoria Deserves to be Free, Trinity starts off with an incredibly jovial tone. It contradicts the state of manifestation that Victoria finds herself in during Trinity’s readout. It’s not that she doesn’t think she deserves to be free; she is very aware that she does, but it’s the fact that it’s coming from Trinity that floors her. Victoria hadn’t expected to build a true friendship, let alone any sort of camaraderie with Trinity after her first day. But in spite of it all, Trinity had seamlessly become a strong pillar in her support system.

It’s shockingly touching.

The content of the slide does nothing to help resolve Victoria’s state of tears and snot. It actually gets much worse.

💮✨ Why Victoria deserves to be free ✨💮 → Deserves to live for herself → Needs to learn who she is apart from her parents → She’s too great to keep hidden away → A world with Victoria Javadi free is a better world for us to live in → We desperately need her for Trivia Night

No amount of wiping can keep Victoria’s face dry. Wet, hot tears just keep coming at a steady pace. Trinity laughs it off, but even through her tears, Victoria can make out the glassy look of her eyes. Samira slides an arm around her, supporting her, while Dennis rubs her other arm. From Samira’s left, Mel shoots her a small, encouraging smile that Victoria tries to match with her own wobbly smile. 

The presentation, apart from this slide, is deeply unserious. It’s filled with cartoonish ways to get Victoria out from under her parents' thumb and her childhood home. One of the suggestions is for her to just move into the Pitt under the guise of maximum studying. The most outlandish one concocted involves a high-level crime that Victoria gets framed for, which leads to her disappearance as she goes into hiding, faking her death, only for her name to be cleared and be able to come back as Victoria Javadi and be able to live on her own. It’s all so ridiculous that Victoria finds herself laughing so hard her stomach hurts again, her eyes now drier but puffy. 

She’s so full of love for the people in this room it overwhelms her.

It all bubbles over when Trinity's last slide comes on screen. Three simple words: Victoria moves out. Simple, concise, as if it would ever be that easy for her. As if Eileen Shamsi had ever made any singular part of Victoria’s life uncomplicated, had left room for anything to be negotiated.

She can feel this thing in her chest unfurling, releasing all this pent up emotion she had been storing for all 21 years of her life. It’s unknown but familiar to her, somehow. Sensations that she’d felt for a mere moment flared in the middle of an argument before she felt herself retreating. Victoria’s mouth feels like cotton, her throat constricts, for the first time, she lets herself think of how unfair this all is. It’s never easy for her. God knows if she’ll ever get to experience that luxury.

She tells Trinity as much, struggling through choked sobs. “It’s never going to be that simple for me Trin.”

The playfulness of the presentations is forgotten as Victoria’s melancholy seeps out of her body. She’d started trembling at some point. Samira had pulled her closer, rubbing her shoulder to try and calm her. Whitaker looked a little helpless, holding a cup of water for her. Trinity had moved to join them, kneeling in front of her, eyebrows scrunched together as she takes in Victoria.

“Tough conversations are never easy, babes,” Trinity says, taking Victoria’s hand, “But you have to get them done to get the freedom you deserve.”

“I just don’t know what I could do, what I could say, to get her to agree.” She knows she’s being whiny, letting herself succumb to the same fear that’s been keeping her trapped all these years, but she can’t help it. Every conversation, every argument, every choice that has been made for her,  for her sake, weighs on her. It’s frightening and frustrating all at the same time, and it freezes her.

Then, Mel, sweet angel Mel, pipes up from Samira’s left. Voice gentle and kind, “What about a presentation?”

Victoria can’t help the laugh of disbelief that bubbles out of her at the suggestion. “ A frilly and cutesy presentation to convince Eileen Shamsi she should free me?”

Mel’s eyebrows come together just like they do when she’s concentrating on a patient, “With data, of course. She’s a doctor. Her entire field and way of life are fueled by data and facts. It’s worth a shot.”

Victoria shakes her head, the alcohol makes her exaggerate the action, “And then what?” She leans forward a bit with conviction, Trinity and Dennis both hold their hands out to steady her, “I don’t even know where I’d go if I could move out.”

Whitaker and Santos share a look, an unspoken conversation shared in a single second.

“You’ll figure it out, V. It’s okay,” Samira’s voice soothes. 

Santos clears her throat, clapping her hands, which startles Mel. “Also, you could literally just move in with me and Dennis anyway.”

Samira and Mel share a look while Victoria’s mouth drops open, a questionable squeak leaving her mouth. 

Santos just shrugs at her,  “Our lease is up in a few weeks, and our landlord offered us a three bedroom for the same price. Didn’t have any plans for a third room, so it’s yours if you want it.”

Victoria can’t make a sound. She can’t move; she’s stuck in place as her mind takes the time to process all she’s heard. It’s a bit of time before she grasps Trinity and Dennis' hands and nods. Some part of her can’t help but think that this is all a hallucination conjured up by her deeply inebriated brain, but there’s a small tendril of hope that she’s grabbed hold of. With no intention of letting go.

For once, Victoria Javadi sees hope in front of her. Years before she expected it.

Trinity Santos glows like an angel in front of her and says, “Alright. Lets get started on this fucking presentation.”

[leapdayowo]

Redstone and Skulk OC time :3

Thought I’d turn my persona into a rns oc and give them a helsmet :3 I basically looked at my play style in Minecraft and took a few things from my own life and combined them to create these two! Short version about them below and a little story of their origins under that:

short version:

-Leapday_art (short version Leapday, she/he/they, the player) is afraid of losing important things in their life. He is very cautious about doing anything that could result in him dying and loosing everything in his inventory (sleeps through the night everytime to avoid monsters, barely visits the nether, strip mines, etc) +the cats next to Leapday are two of my darling kitties who unfortunately passed away irl, their names are Toby (left) and Toes (right)

-Nightfall_collections (short version Nightfall, all pronouns, the helsmet) was created from Leapday’s extreme fear of losing valuables and her grief from having lost valuables too many times. Xyr driving goal is to collect and preserve everything that xe can and to make sure there is always at least one copy

-other things about Nightfall: she is a magma cube hybrid while Leapday is a ??? hybrid player (if you read the story below this may make more sense👀). Nightfall can split into smaller duplicates which allows them to be in more places at once and thus more productive in their goal. She uses her goop-like body to write reminders on her clothes, then re-absorbs the goop later

-I think Nightfall would find himself as an organizer between lots of different parties/people in Hels due to being so dedicated to his goal + only being dedicated to this goal (his alignment is probably chaotic good because he’s loyal to his own goals and not to other people or outside rules. He does not take bribes or backstab). Also, Nightfall does not need to have possession of everything, but xe is trying to keep tabs on where everything that exist is at(this makes xem the go-to person for trying to obtain something in particular)

-I think Nightfall would become a sponsor (if that’s the right word?) for the Order of Remembrance because she greatly admires the work they do to preserve Hels’ history. She would also love Zedaph’s hall of all and definitely tries to work with private collectors to protect (and document/track) what they have (and she will keep what she knows a secret if it means protecting valuable things)

-Nightfall does not care about thieves unless they steal one of a kind things

-the doodles below were my earlier concepts, so Nightfall has green eyes before I realized it’s much more fitting for xem to have orange eyes

okay, okay, story time (because I realized the ‘short’ version was getting very extensive):

Maybe it had started in the very first world she spawned in. A brilliant blue sky that stretched over jagged, looming cliffs with forests scattered underneath. Trickling waterfalls and bubbling lava pits here and there. The natural beauty of the world left Leapday in awe and eager to explore what other wonders lay beyond the horizon.

It must have started with the first tree she broke, a squat little oak, one of hundreds in the forest. When the leaves of that little oak had all fallen, saplings littered the grassy floor. She should’ve been excited, feel triumphant even by taking down the tree, after all it’s how the journey had to start. Except, all that Leapday could see was the awkward gap in the canopy from the absence of the little oak. It felt like an itch unscratched, nagging and uncomfortable. Well that wouldn’t do.

They scooped up all the saplings littering the floor and planted one in the same dirt plot the little oak was uprooted from. Then they planted a few more just for good measure. The unease lingered, but planting the saplings felt good. It felt right. Now their adventure could truly begin!

——

In this world, Leapday’s only companions were the pigs and sheep that he passed on his journey, though he would argue, if there were someone to argue with, that the world itself brought him company enough. That the days and nights passing was a conversation between the universe and Leapday, and thus a consistent companion. And what gifts did the universe provide for him to find! Rushing rivers that fed into powerful oceans, plenty of trees to sleep in and collect, and mountains to climb with the best views of the sunset. Never a dull moment for him as there was always something new to experience and see.

However, despite all its gifts, the universe was slow to explain the finer mechanics of the world, such as health to Leapday. A week of traversing through thick forests and steep cliffs left them battered and bruised. They learned how to gauge the distance of a drop and how to place blocks to minimize the pain in their ankles from falls. A similar pain gnawed from the inside of their stomach, which they discovered was briefly satiated by devouring the apples that fell from the trees.

During one climb up a particularly harrowing cliff, Leapday learned about the unforgiving weight of sand by placing it under her feet in order to reach the next ledge. The block had crumbled in a near instant, sending her plummeting towards the ground. Instead of hitting the hard rocks below, she splashed into a stream from a nearby waterfall. When she had dragged herself onto land and her heart had steadied to a more familiar pace, she let out a fit of bewildered laughter that overwhelmed the panic from moments ago. She knew falls much shorter than this one could take days to recover from, so what kind of pain would she be in if she hadn’t gotten lucky and fallen in the stream? Something cold ran through her and sank to the pit of her stomach. Dread of what could have been, what could still be if she wasn’t more careful. She resolved to never find out what would happen. How unfortunate that her next fall would be into a pit of lava, the very one she had been camping at throughout the nights.

He was being careful, more so than he had been for the first week in this world anyways. That didn’t seem to matter because he had still slipped when placing the block before him and fallen. It was his first respawn, and it introduced him to a few new things like a punch to the face. The first revelation was the agony of burning to death, and death itself. He curled into himself, crying at the phantom feeling of the lava eating at his flesh. The intense heat and how the lava had trapped him in place and burned. It was a twisted version of the warmth of the sun, which was shining down on him and in comparison felt as cool as the air in caves. The second realization came slowly as the memory of fire ebbed. Their knuckles no longer popped and their joints no longer ached. The tightness in their muscles had vanished, leaving softer tissue on the bone and the emptiness in their stomach no longer hurt. They felt new and full of energy, ready to begin their journey again. How strange they had forgotten what this felt like. White scars from their oldest injuries and freckles from sun touched skin still littered their body. They had died, but now were in perfect health again. Leapday took in her surroundings, her face lighting up with delight at the sight of a familiar oak tree. It had grown into quite the study tree since the start of her adventure. Soon after her reunion, Leapday discovered her now empty inventory when she reached for blocks to place in order to climb the canopy. The absence of stacks of logs, dirt, and sand had her racing towards the lava pit before her mind could catch up. Panic pushed her feet to run faster and dodge every obstacle. She ignored nicks from branches in her way and the sting of sharp rocks on her bare feet. The timer was ticking down. Her items would be gone- she just had to- if she wasn’t fast enough-

She burst through the tree line and was greeted by the familiar heavy heat of the lava pit. The sight of it made her recoil out of fear of falling back in even from many blocks away. On shaky legs, she circled the perimeter and searched for her items. The timer was still ticking, but they were nowhere to be seen! She crept as close as she dared to the lava and swept her eyes across the surface of the pool. Then she darted into the surrounding trees looking high and low.

Nothing.

No logs. No saplings or dirt or anything!

This was their third lesson. You lose items after death, and lava destroys those items.

Don’t die, especially not in lava, and don’t lose your items.

Now they had to start over, and this time not dying proved to be harder than expected. More falls and similar accidents happened. Zombies began appearing, persistent in their pursuit of Leapday’s flesh. Then skeletons, creepers, and spiders appeared and introduced many more ways one could die. The pain from the deaths hurt, but they became mundane as weeks turned to months. Loosing items became more painful and frightening when Leapday discovered crafting. More time and resources were needed to start over after dying with crafted items, so they took to the world underground. They followed their instinct to craft pickaxes and torches, to chip away at the stone in search of more sturdy materials. They crafted their first stone pickaxe and found it to be superior to the wooden one.

Maybe it truly started with that wooden pickaxe. When she crafted the stone tools, the wooden pickaxe sat in her hotbar, still good for half a day’s work but now obsolete. It had served her well to progress her journey, a necessary step, but it felt wrong to simply set it aside. It felt like the gap in the canopy all over again, but she very well couldn’t plant the pickaxe in the ground and solve her unease. Not sure what else to do, she attached it to her hip and went on with her day. She wouldn’t destroy it or toss it, she would simply carry it with her until she found what she needed to do with it next. It became her new companion (it was her first crafted tool. It was the first and therefore the only one that would ever exist).

Now equipped with wood and stone blocks, Leapday built their base over their mine. The wooden pickaxe found its place over the doorway leading outside, marking the build as their home. It felt right, so they continued their expansions. Farms were planted along a nearby river and fences placed to corral cows and sheep. Torches were the one item they were generous with. They were thrown across their property liberally since their light would deter creepers spawning too close for comfort.

During a thunderstorm that had picked up abruptly one morning, Leapday poked around at their communicator. It was a lightweight device that had been attached to their forearm since first spawning into the world and never disappeared after dying. After lots of fiddling with the different menus and buttons on the screen, they came across YouCraft. It was an archive of videos made by other players scattered across the universe, documenting their own worlds and progress! With the storm still crashing down around Leapday’s base, they curled up in bed and began watching the first video that caught their eye. It turned out that he had lots more to learn about the universe! After waiting out the storm, and then the night, by watching these videos, he learned about other biomes and blocks still left to discover as well as potions, enchanting, and other dimensions! A dragon was where this journey led for most players, though some took their time getting to it. Above all, he realized he needed diamonds. Diamonds were what every player sought due to their strength, but they were rare and dangerous to collect being so deep underground. They were needed to further Leapday’s journey however, so collecting them became his top goal. Quickly he learned how impossible achieving this goal would be. Well, it seemed impossible after spending days underground chipping at the cold stone and coming up empty. Strange echoes rang through the tunnels and more than a few times paranoia of something (or someone. He had heard the legends of Herobrine) sneaking up on him was enough to make him hole up for hours. Grey, grey stone that went on for miles. Grey cobblestone trailed behind him when his inventory filled. Leapday found other minerals, but the sparkling teal of diamonds still lay buried elsewhere. He mined for so long he began to doubt that the rare mineral even generated in this world. That only grey existed. That was until he broke away the next layer of stone before him and found himself staring uncomprehending at the bits of teal poking through stone. Uncontainable joy broke through his shock like sunlight through parting storm clouds. They were real! Diamonds were real and right in front of him! Invigorated with new energy, Leapday got to work extracting the diamonds just as they had seen others do. The amount paled in comparison to the stacks other players had, but in that moment he didn’t care. It was enough to have found them and confirm they even existed in this world. That weeks of sore arms digging at indifferent stone and unsteady gravel caches falling finally amounted to their new prized possession.

By the time he arrived back at his base, the novelty of finding diamonds began to wear off. He had to admit it was a measly amount. Just barely enough for a diamond pickaxe. What good would a stronger pickaxe be with no enchantments or replacements for when it broke? It had taken so long to find just a few diamonds what were the chances of finding more? No, they wouldn’t craft anything with the rare mineral until they had enough for spares and back ups. So back to the mines they went, and excruciatingly slow they found more, and continued to reason that crafting them was a poor decision. What if an accident happened and they couldn’t get back to their stuff? If they were swallowed by a pit of lava? So much time would be spent only to be wasted. Almost like their thoughts and fears had manifested it, a freak lava incident happened not long after. Leapday had been feeling good that day, so good because their most recent mining trip had yielded 13 diamonds and another cluster just across a lava lake. As they bridged across the lake, plans of finally crafting their collection of diamonds began to form making them giddy. It was the type of giddy that made any obstacle feel like child’s play and beyond consequence. That they finally could start progressing on their journey once more. It was enough to distract Leapday from the crunch of gravel under their feet and for their pickaxe to swing off its mark into the unsteady floor. The ground gave way and sent her tumbling into the lava.

She woke up screaming in her bed. Screaming from agony of ghostly flames that ate flesh, and then from loss and frustration. It wasn’t fair! Her luck had just turned up for the best and now all of it was gone! Every plan to use the diamonds tossed out the window and into a burning pit of despair. How stupid of her to not notice the gravel! All that time for nothing! She should have called it a day and come up 13 diamonds richer with plenty of levels for enchanting. All her gear and tools and items from mineshafts would still be intact, but no. Her head was too far in the clouds and now it was gone. She hadn’t even had the foresight to mark the cave to return to, so sure of her victory. There would be no hope navigating the twisting and sprawling tunnels below, and even if she tried to go back, the sight of lava would probably be enough to make her hurl. Fat tears began dripping down her face as she cursed and wallowed. They blurred his vision, so with a few steadying breaths and a final gross sniffle, he wiped at his eyes. Then he went to swing his legs over the bed to pick up the pieces of his day and froze. On his hand, both hands actually, were thick black smudges of… of something. What was that? He reached up to his face and traced the wet tear tracks with a clean finger. It too came away covered in the strange goop. An incredulous laugh burst from him, which evolved into hysterical crying. More tears fell from his eyes and he let them. The tangled web of grief in his chest unraveling as he did so, and he felt the last of his energy drain away until-

Sunlight trickled through the curtains and roused Leapday from their sleep. Birds were chirping and the familiar sounds of the animals grazing and leaves rustling cradled their mind while the events of the previous day trickled back to them. They felt heavy and gross. Their eyes crusty and mouth dry as a desert were a sure sign of their emotional distress. Disappointment felt like stones being dropped on them when they pulled up their empty inventory. It really was all gone. They let their head flop back onto their pillow and took a steadying breath, trying to recount the reasons they should get out of bed. Maybe they would stick to the joys of the world above ground for a month or two. Take up weaving or painting. They had plenty of resources to finally build a barn and an expansion to the house. Maybe they would go with a grassy roof.

Yeah. That could be alright. With one final sigh, Leapday pushed themself up off their bed and dragged themself over to their cauldron to clean up. They could see from their reflection that only a few faint smudges remained on their face, which they gently wiped away. Crying black goop was probably not normal now that their mind was more stable to think it over. Or maybe it was normal? It had never happened before, but the players on YouCraft all had their own quirks that Lepaday lacked, so maybe it was normal for them?

It turned out the inky tears were a new normal. From that incident onward, whenever they experienced a great sense of loss the strange tears formed and sank into the ground. They appeared when Leapday lost their first wolf companion and when they accidentally deleted a creative world full of builds of an ambitious project.

Meanwhile…

in another world…

In Hels, black goop bubbled to the surface of a sea of lava. From a distance, the surface seemed its usual hungry self, shifting and popping as it patiently waited for Hels and its inhabitants to finally crumble in. The goop was not consumed by its hunger however. It stretched towards the netherrack shore like a snake in water. Once it had gathered all of itself onto more solid ground, it sat and waited for more of itself to arrive, bouncing and bubbling over the terrain in the meantime. They could only wait so long however, after all, there was much to collect and preserve and too little time to do so.

And it’s finished! Whew, I don’t typically write, so this was a lot to work on amidst all my finals projects (totally worth it tho! It was great practice). I wasn’t planning on writing so much about leapday, but then I realized the interesting potential of writing about players when they’re new to the world. If they are akin to gods, they still enter the world with a lot to learn. The goop at the end is Nightfall, who then went on to travel Hels and collect as many blocks and items as xe could before xe came across the city Evil X established. At first they were incredibly overwhelmed by the amount of stuff to preserve in the city and mostly stuck to collecting free scraps and garbage. It probably did something to gain the attention of a member of the Order of Remembrance, who taught Nightfall about their goals and a few things about how society/Hels worked. From there, Nightfall set off to establish a massive collection and documentation of anything and everything, working with people in the process but also quite an eccentric personality that can be quite a hermit when buried in paperwork (not many people are willing to do paperwork as diligently as Nightfall)

Also, YouCraft is YouTube in the Minecraft world :P I felt I needed to separate it from our version of mcyt because in this universe the characters are real and making videos about their lives rather than people playing a video game (at least that’s how I’m headcanoning it)

thank you @silverskye13 for providing some more lore about Hels and the Order of Remembrance (as well as Redstone and Skulk as a whole <3) as well as inspiring me to keep trying to improve my writing and thank you to @/yayforocs for inspiring me to finally make my own rns OCs and this post :3

[squisheyfishey]

Heres some semi old toy sheriff art because i got some followers?? Holy moly?? Thank you so much?!?

[cripplemagics]

i hate that i'm 26 and now considered an 'old mun.' i remember being 18 and not fucking caring about age. which yes! did burn me slightly but like. . . c'mon its a fucking number and the people who wrote really well were all at least 24.

[dandyshucks]

still a little baffled about why Guz is the one - out of alllll the characters I've enjoyed - who has captivated me mind body and soul but i shan't complain fhdkdl i am happy to have ended up here even if i am confused abt how i ended up here SBDHDKL

[lightbulb-warning]

Same person that said your art style scratches the inside of my head (I used the wrong your in the original ask smh)

I wanted to also say how much I love how you draw Shuichi <3 It's perfect, people have already complimented how you draw Kokichi (perfect, as well) so I thought how you draw Shuichi deserves some love as well

ive been looking through my drawing folders and have come to the conclusion that your definition of "perfect shuichi" equals to "stressed out of his mind", which i find hilarious /lh

i fucking love shuichi i find him to be such a compelling character. *puts this in your pocket when you're not looking*