#also i JUST noticed the dead pixel

[stari-hun]

I get having an issue with a lot of “good” ending AUs in Mouthwashing ending with murdering Jimmy or something, but I think the issue should be more with how heavily needed he is for the plot. Like as a fictional story he’s still very important to the message that Wrong Organ wants to tell and the story they wanna show. The point of having no autonomy as a player is to force you to sit down and listen because let’s be real if we had even 2 canon endings then people would go even more stupid than now. Mouthwashing is inspired by real stuff that happens (SA, “holding off” on getting justice for it for the sake of the group, people who ignore the actions rape culture perpetuates then becoming victims of violent acts on their own, etc etc).

We just saw a CEO who’s indirectly responsible for the deaths of thousands of people being murdered and the public response that followed. As a society we’ll literally always question whether or not the death of someone bad is a good thing, but we’re much more likely to have outcry with it when it’s so blatant. Someone dying behind closed doors or “softly/peacefully” , generally a non disruptive death to the general public, it’s held with significantly less outcry. A lack of tension doesn’t guarantee the presence of justice.

I think that Jimmy being killed to save the group should also be recognized as an equally viable option in the same way Curly’s decision to hold off on angering him more until they got back to safety was valid.

Curly holds a very important role as the Captain of the Tulpar which at the end of the day means that no matter what any and all mishaps ARE on him. Being a leader means taking on the responsibility of care for others, and considering him being the sole member kept by the Pony Express, Curly was GOOD at his job. With all the fights we see between Daisuke and Swansea with him trying to chase Swansea away? Keeping them together for months was a pretty great feat. Anya asking Curly why there’s no locks on the doors of the sleeping quarters is a very significant moment, and there’s a reason why the majority of women who do playthroughs instantly understand the implications while men don’t. It’s also a big part of SA culture. Despite the very real chance of men becoming victims too, it’s something they just aren’t taught to fear or think about as a possibility. It never crosses their minds that that will happen to them or someone in their general vicinity if they “know” everyone. It’s the concept of every woman knowing a victim but no man knowing a perpetrator. Curly genuinely and fully believes in Jimmy’s potential and personhood after knowing him for so long even though logically he’d have the most exposure to Jimmy’s aggression and seeing the way he treats women. As a Captain, it’s Curly’s fault for not connecting the dots or noticing what was going on, or taking more action from the start with the way Jimmy treated Anya despite the fact that Jimmy was more than likely passive aggressive towards Curly as well. Albeit for extremely different reasons with Jimmy looking DOWN on Anya for being born a woman while he dislikes Curly when he perceives Curly looking down on HIM for having more success in life. It’s no coincidence that Curly’s narrative “punishment” is being robbed of his autonomy and choice like Anya was.

The role of taking leadership and looking out for the bigger picture as a whole and ignoring a dead pixel or the unimportant things until perceived bigger issues are taken care of is the JOB of the Captain. For what Curly knew, Jimmy was a problem but hadn't escalated past what he had ever directly seen of him doing, he was in check. When he's a potential threat it makes sense Curly chose to wait until they were in a safer location than closing in on an asteroid field, but ignorance is also a sin especially when you're proven to be a good leader in all other moments.

[hakugreenfinch]

i actually firmly believe that even if for the wrong reasons, curly was right to not give anya the captain gun.

im basing this on the assumptions/readings that a) jimmy was abusing both curly and anya in different ways, b) he assaulted anya in her sleep (i have several reasons to believe so) and as a consequence c) curly did not realize things were that bad until it was way too late (obligatory "even though yeah he should have taken anya seriously from the first report of 'hey jimmy was in my room last night'") but neither did anya really grasp just how badly she was being abused until after the dead pixel conversation (i think this is important because it shows just how careful jimmy was in his machinations).

the thing is we want to believe that oh sure if anya had a gun it would have been fine. but the other thing is that if you have a weapon in self defense - your attacker also has that weapon. giving anya the gun would have been as good as giving jimmy the gun and cocking it for him too - not to mention we actually experience that the gun isnt easy to fire, thus making it less reliable in the case of an emergency than one would think.

anya assumed curly wouldnt have given her the gun because she knew his relationship with jimmy, she knew curly would be worried she would hurt herself with it and she knew the company sucked and would have penalized them all if the gun got out of its case for reasons they dont deem "justified" - they didnt put locks on the sleeping quarters, i doubt they would rule anya's personal safety as reason enough. i think her assumptions in that were correct, curly isnt super strict as a captain but hes not "sure heres the super locked safety gun" lax. he trusted swansea with the axe because he trusted swansea to use it appropriately, he wouldnt have trusted anya with a firearm if she was in mental distress.

i dont think those were the good reasons to not let anya protect herself in this way ("corporate/jimmy will get mad" just is not it). but i do believe if he did give her the gun it would have been a matter of time before jimmy gets ahold of it and shit goes south a lot sooner. i believe jimmy isnt brave enough to do anything to anya while she could ask for help - his entire tactic is based on only letting anyone else notice small things that he could make excuses for. he probably would have taken it from anya while she was asleep, when she didnt have it right in her hand, when she looked away for a moment. it doesnt really matter, he would have found a way, boom, jimmy has a gun now.

why i think that would have been a lot worse than him acquiring the gun as late as he does in the game is that jimmy is pretty much fueled by a hunger for power and control. he gets those once curly is out of the picture as someone capable of running the ship but before the crash? hes very sneaky about his manipulation. he goes after anya physically when nobody can catch him because he can overpower her but he wouldnt try something like that with curly who is likely physically stronger than him (curly weight lifts in his free time!) which is why he puts pressure on him emotionally. the crash is actually very convenient for jimmy, he gets to usurp the title of captain without having to actually do anything to curly himself (as in, with his very own hands and with the intent of getting him out of his way). i just truly think if he had gotten his hands on the gun while curly still fully believed he was his friend and could fight back things would have gotten very ugly a whole lot faster.

tl;dr i think "anya should have had the gun" is something we want to believe would have saved the entire crew but considering jimmy's methods of exercising power over his crewmates proves otherwise. curly had the wrong reasons to not arm anya, but ultimately the longer the gun is out of jimmy's view the better.

[blissfulrain12]

The Dead Pixel Convo Isn't About Jimmy

So I've expressed how I have a different interpretation than the common theories. And now I'm even more convinced the dead pixel isn't about Jimmy or red flags.

I saw this post of a transcription of the scene and I noticed some things. Thank you @familiarartistname for taking the time to transcribe this!

https://www.tumblr.com/familiarartistname/768986384951328768/the-dead-pixel?source=share

So what I noticed is that Anya and Curly parallel each other in this conversation. My thoughts are in purple cause Curly just had to speak in white lol

So it starts with Curly checking in with Anya. She says she can't sleep and Curly empathizes with her.

Anya then brings up that she likes the screen. Though she says it as if liking the screen is something unusual. Like it's something Curly wouldn't believe.

Then she brings up the dead pixel.

Curly responds by believing her, looking for it, but not being able to see it.

Then we get both of them commenting on how the dead pixel weighs on their minds. Anya can't stop thinking about it and Curly will go crazy looking for it.

And then Curly mirrors Anya's earlier words. He likes the screen but doesn't think he should.

It's this parallel that struck me reading the transcript. If this is supposed to be about Curly missing the red flags/Jimmy's true nature why does Anya give the same sentiment? She already knew about the pixel when she says she likes the screen and that she deliberately comes to look at it. Curly is aligning with her. The pixel doesn't ruin the screen, it's peaceful. They even both express doubts that they shouldn't like the screen. Anya anticipates disbelief while Curly feels he needs to justify it. We know Anya isn't ignoring or missing the Jimmy situation so if Curly is aligning with her in this conversation this can't be about him missing it either.

The only significant difference between them is that Anya can see the pixel and Curly can't. But this difference isn't due to dismissal or denial of the pixel. He believes her and once made aware he starts looking for it and then aligns with her view of the screen. Which just doesn't match the popular red flag/Jimmy interpretations to me.

It also strikes me that if this conversation was about Curly missing/ignoring the red flags that Anya isn't asking Curly to do anything about the dead pixel. She's telling him how it effects her and then he shares in kind. And then there's the nature of a dead pixel. You can't fix a dead pixel because dead pixels are permanent. To get rid of it you have to get rid of the whole screen. Anya and Curly still like the screen.

So yeah, I think the dead pixel conversation makes more sense to me as representing abuse. How Anya can see her abuse clearly while Curly can't. How it's always on the back of Anya's mind while Curly will go bonkers looking for it. How they both don't let it ruin things for them even though they have doubts that it should. And now after looking at the dialog again it also represents how paralleled they truly are.

There is one thing I was initially wrong about though. Curly doesn't change the subject.

Anya changes the subject. This is our first hint about her pregnancy. And also tells us how much longer they're trapped with Jimmy. Of note is that Curly speaks as if he's unsure ("Off the top of my head" and "Around") but then gives a very specific number, 237, instead of something like 235 or 240. Is he counting down the days?

Then there's the part about the locks. Of course it's a cue towards Anya's rape but it also tells us about Pony Express' priorities and gives us another parallel between Anya and Curly. The answer to Anya's question is safety but not the crews safety. The locks that are on the Tulpar are for the safety of Pony Express' property. Despite Anya and Curly having access to the locks in the medbay and cockpit due to being the Nurse and Captain neither of them are safe. They are both being actively abuse because the safety measures on the ship aren't for them.

[swyrlwyrxx]

NEW HYPERFIXATION 🗣️🗣️🗣️ (the crowd screams in horror and scatters like mice)

tw gore possibly? od, sa, and general horror elements || mouthwashing spoilers :))

soo i js watched a full playthrough of mouthwashing (as a gay person on tumblr does) and WOWWW i have sm thoughts. nothin super groundbreaking n im sure more things i noticed will come back to me as i ponder but some things i liked/found interesting were:

curly's eye. he had his eyelid blown off so he physically couldn't turn a blind eye to what was going wrong with his crew anymore. as punishment for mostly ignoring anya's concerns he was forced to watch her OD, see his crewmates's corpses seated around him , and js generally witness jimmy's spiral into insanity, and after it all ends he is LEFT ALIVE, with absolutely no autonomy to boot. (this is also supposed to reflect how anya felt when curly didnt take her sa seriously.)

i also saw someone say that curly IS the mouthwash and YESSSS makes sm sense. mouthwash kills 99% of germs, but he missed that 1%- he wasn't able to see that one dead pixel, only the shiny bigger picture. wouldnt do anything about jimmy assaulting anya because he didnt want to rock the boat too much, disrupt the gears in the machine that was their crew. anya also mentioned that the mouthwash had too much sugar to work as a disinfectant; curly was too nice and neutral to effectively stop jimmy's abusiveness.

speaking of the mouthwash not working as a disinfectant - jimmy tried to use the mouthwash to disinfect dai's wounds !!! even though anya, the NURSE, had said it wouldnt work !!!! this just shows the player how little jimmy respects anya as a human being; there's a lot of moments like this i js find that detail particularly interesting

[chevvy-ryder]

Sending out kudos to everyone who has shown their love towards Ryder for the past two years.

I love u all very much and every engagement, be it even just a like, means a lot to me.

I've intended to sorta make a cool post of some older vp of him as of today, September 17th, exactly 2 years ago I have created Ryder,— back then as a supposed supportive character for Vijay, very unsure if I would like him as Ry didn't visually turn out as I wanted him to be in the first place and he never went that way either afterwards — yet I find myself writing those lines instead.

I've accepted his look and his imperfection started to grow on me with each picture I took of him. Unlike my other ocs he went his own way leading me along to discover his personality. That's what makes him so different compared to my other blorbos and has me so attached to him.

I did not plan to make him a raver (he was supposed to become an 80s goth punk, a total different style than he's got now) neither that he would end up with a rogue AI controlling him. Only his name, basic info and the toxic family story was planned right from the beginning but that's pretty much it – Ryder showed me the rest of it.

Within the year 2023 I noticed more and more that Ryder has slowly but surly turned out to be my main character.

He turned out to be the most expressive and photogenic one of them all. I don't see him as the prettiest looking either yet he's my most precious and I love every pixel about him.

He's the one thing in my life I am actually truly 100% proud of.

Almost all my ocs exist because of him. They are his support characters. Without him half of them would not even exist. There would be no Thyjs. Even Garnet exists so Ry can live out his passion (that was not really put into the game but exists as lore: Technoise).

I am beyond happy to have created him.

He helps me in a lot of rather personal ways too I do not need to address here.

I got so much to tell about him (also about my other ocs) yet idk if I should continue or not as I find myself stuck with overthinking about it bc of lack of public response literally everywhere (this excludes private chat talks with close friends). Maybe Ryder's too intimidating (not the first time I would read that), his lore gets overlooked easily, or it's to much (confusing) text.

I cannot make anyone force-like him. Tastes are different. Minority is into others oc lore. Less time to read it all. The list is long. I'm aware of it all.

But I cannot underline it enough: do never hesitate to ask me questions about him. He's on my mind 24/7 and my biggest wish is to get this story out and done some day (whenever it will be) and receive some actual feedback on it what was liked.

Just a tiny detail is enough. <3

Another wish I have ever since I joined the CP77 fandom: that people would go back to comment each other more. We all do have little time for it, we all think "oh no so much text to read", we all are in our own bubbles rarley coming out to explore another bubble within this universe. It takes a lot of effort to do. people do seem scared on top to write anything at all for numerous reasons. I have all those problems as well. But I try to sit down and read the one or other lore chunk others wrote down and give a tiny comment as best as I can to make the creator have a smile on their lips. I truly wish we all would do this at least once a week to one person. once a month would be also fine. But if we don't this fandom will be dead soon enough and all thats left is just liking vp with characters on it we know almost nothing about. And maybe even those characters won't have lore anymore bc people stop creating it.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Here's the deal, Ouroboros. Bite down, or let go. But you can't keep holding on like this.

Sooner or later you'll have to make a choice, or die in a cycle. Always too scared to grasp, too scared to cut loose.

So ever in a perpetual stasis, standing there.

Frozen.

Deep down, you want to bask in the ignorance and bliss of what once was, to remain in the past. You're tightly clinging on what you thought of those you've met, and how those ideals were crushed by the terrible reality of who they actually are.

It's slowly killing you and you don't even realize it, that you've become so numb to the pain they have caused throughout time. Can't even realize that there is a cycle to break.

And in the off chance that you do realize, you have become so tunnel visioned that it's taking a literal cacophony of voices to make you realize the desperate need for change.

Change hurts, but worse things fester for a long time.

First you found respite on our back and forth, but then couldn't stand the constant, constant screaming.

After all, they're always there. In the back of your mind. The dead pixels you were told about.

It's hard not to notice, now right in front and inside you. But they've always been there, haven't they?

We've told you.

Sure, they were easy to ignore, with our backs turned, and our eyes closed. And we tried, we really did. But now that you can't even turn a blind eye to it all, you finally see them. Some day you were going to get fed up with them.

And you did. But with the bad also left the good, and we disappeared.

Now you can't sleep without us... easy to grasp, hard to leave. You gained the inherent need for someone to talk with and be heard without a voice, but it is company at the expense of your morale.

We said tomorrow will be different. Today would be the last day. The last one. The last one and then another. And another, and another, and another...

Every time, you get caught up in the same old venomous spiral inside your head. At one point you'll just have to start hearing:

"Learn to bite down or to let go"

You have to accept that some things are out of your control. It is not easy to cut yourself off from familiarity. It is also not easy to take a risk, or to choose consequences of your own accord.

But it is possible.

It's easy to feel locked into a course of action because it's what you've always done and it's what's expected of you, even if it's detrimental to your well being. It's hard to look at an unfamiliar path and choose to gamble that same well being on the end of it.

You just can't keep this going.

Maybe the idea of biting down sounds self destructive, and letting go being of resignation, but not making the choice is the real fatalistic path. It's continuing to forsake your own agency for a "safety" that is still hurting you, but feels safe because it's familiar.

Biting down and letting go are both active choices to end the cycle, both are positive outcomes.

You bit us down, and we left an unwilling void in our wake. Then came the pleas, so we came back to fill it once again. But accompanied by the dead pixels too, for our collective dismay.

...

Grant.

We will have to be let go one day.

You've got to move in a direction rather than circles, whatever that direction ends up being.

You are eating yourself alive.

I know the quiet is violent, it forces you deal with the raw situation. But we're just a fake screen masking the real issue in between.

We are all afraid of silence. It is terrifying. But we also wish you peace.

You'll have to do it someday Grant.

You will have to do it scared.

Of course I want to remain in the past. The present is an endless fucking nightmare and it's too late to fix anything. Not— not so I can unlearn what I've learned, that wouldn't be fair to her— I don't want that. Can't. No.

...

Why does that sound so familiar? It's true. It's completely true. Never told him off when I saw the signs, never left this job, and I let it become all this. One big old festering wound.

...This isn't the same, though.

You're wrong. It is not at the expense of my morale. I didn't have any morale to lose before you lot came along, do you understand, I wanted nothing more than to die every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month! Death was all I wanted, all I prayed and begged for, when I wasn't too overwhelmed by the pain or drowning in the guilt. That was worse, that was much worse than the damn screaming. I can't go back.

Look. As terrible as things were before the crash, it was better than it is now. Dead pixels, big picture. I was wrong, I know that, but there was a grain of truth, yeah? Before the crash, we at least had the appearance of being fine. We had medical supplies, we were nearly at destination, I wasn't hurt and I could have stepped in, and I didn't but we're not slaves to our past and I could have stepped in at any moment in the future if that wasn't taken from me. It was awful because of the dead pixel in the corner but it wasn't unsalvageable. Couldn't have fixed it, I see that now, but could have kept us moving. There's no repairing the damage, but there's healing. But now? You think this is better? Hah! There's no more dead pixel. The whole damn picture is dead with a few tiny squares of light. And it's unbearable. There is nothing I can do to help her. There is nothing I can do to help myself. Not one of us is better off than we were before.

All this to say, I don't care if the dead pixels remain. Or, well, of course I care, but I'd rather take that than the gaping irreparable damage they leave when you try to smash them out! There's no fixing those things without destroying the whole picture and I can't, I'd rather have a marred picture than no picture and be alone again, yeah?

It isn't the silence I'm afraid of! It's the pain! I can't take my mind off of it without you there! Please, all I'm asking is that you don't leave me alone with it again. You can leave once it stops if you need to but please please I can't stand it. I can't. There is no peace to be found. Having you lot distracting me is the closest thing I can get to peace. It was awful, all right? That's what I'm scared of the most, being trapped in that again, it was the worst thing I've ever experienced and it went on so long and I can't do it again, I'll do anything if you don't let me go back there again, please, please.

And if I fall back in again, with you gone, how can I let it out? I can't scream, I can't cry, that's been taken from me already. You are all I have to take it out of my mind and have anyone at all understand. There's no form of expression I have left.

I AM DOING IT SCARED! I'M FUCKING TERRIFIED, OKAY? I'VE BEEN SCARED ALL THIS TIME!

...

Sorry. I'm so sorry.

Just— please. I don't care how self-destructive you think this is. All choice in my life has been stripped from me. The one thing I have left in which I have any form of agency is the conversations I have with you and I can't lose them. I believe that you want to help me and if you do please just stay a while longer, just until I'm safe and it doesn't hurt and I can communicate again, please, I can't do this alone I'd rather die right now than go back to doing this alone, and that was when I had painkillers that worked and that was before he hit me and I can't I can't there's no way out except you all. I won't hold on forever, just until it doesn't hurt, yeah? Just— just let me hold on until it doesn't hurt, please.

[aeolian-mode]

Analysis of Mouthwashing (indie game)

Just played Mouthwashing and it's really affecting me. Thought I'd type my thoughts/analysis of it. (TW: if you don't know about the game, I talk about sexual assault as it is a major theme of this story. Also, spoilers!)

I was thinking for a while about the symbolism of televisions and screens in this game. I believe they are a metaphor for falsehoods. The vintage commercials are often untrue in today's modern economy or exaggerated. The screens seem to represent an unattainable ideal.

The screens in the ship display false day/night cycles. Anya finds comfort in the fake nighttime, but notices the dead pixel, which I think represents how she, herself, is overlooked in the "big picture" of both the Pony Express profits and Curly failing to notice and help her.

Swansea eventually destroys the screen of the sunset, revealing the grotesque reality beneath. He hates the falsehood and he strips the fantasy away. But what really struck me is the scene when Jimmy confronts Curly while watching himself in a TV screen during one of his final hallucinations. He tells Curly this: "What happened was an accident. We were trapped. I made a mistake."

When we watch TV we, more often than not, are watching actors engaged in a performance.

So, not even during his supposed moment of self-awareness is Jimmy sincerely apologizing and recognizing his own assholery. He's just watching himself, playing himself, on a screen.

In contrast, when Swansea gives us his monologue, the characters are silhouetted against a TV screen. There are no actors represented on this screen, just flashes of indistinct scenes and colors. Swansea is no actor, not anymore. He's real and sincere. He's above the performance now.

In Jimmy's case, not only is he apologizing insincerely to only one of his victims, he never acknowledges or apologizes to his primary victim. In fact, when we see her corpse, he doesn't acknowledge her at all. Worse, he actively blocks out the reality of what he's seeing later. Not once is Anya acknowledged in his television performance. I think he's a pretty terrible actor.

Additionally, Jimmy also never says directly what he did.

"What happened was an accident. We were trapped. I made a mistake."

What, exactly, is he referring to here?

The rape? Crashing the ship and pinning Curly on it? Tormenting Curly in his suffering? Slowly whittling down the rest of his crew until Anya breaks and kills herself, Daisuke is manipulated into entering a life-threatening vent, and Swansea snaps?

None of things were accidents or mistakes. They were all calculated decisions. "What happened" (passive) "was an accident" (absolving himself self of guilt). "I made a mistake" (sad sausage.)

Abusers rarely apologize. When they do, it's often performative, saying what the other person wants to hear. And they don't tend to directly acknowledge their own actions. They seem physically repulsed by the idea of saying "I hurt you. I made a decision to inflict this specific suffering on you." (In Jimmy's case: "I mixed the cocktail. I drugged you. I waited for you to pass out. I broke into your room. I raped you.") "This was evil. I was evil. I will do what is necessary to face the consequences, from both you, and society."

You will probably never hear an abuser say something like this, especially without an ulterior motive. To directly acknowledge their decisions, retread their steps, and verbalize how it hurt someone else? This is the antithesis of a disordered personality. A person who does this sincerely is probably a well-meaning and stable person, or a disordered person who is taking therapy seriously.

The fact that Jimmy is only able to bring himself to say "I made a mistake" as an actor on TV just really struck me the more I thought about it. I don't know how many other people also felt like this but I thought I'd share, since I've read a lot of analysis about Mouthwashing but haven't read about anyone talking about this. The symbolism of the game shows an impressive and unsettling understanding of what goes on in the minds of abusers. It reminds me so much of my own situation. It makes me feel seen. To know that the game's narrative grapples with this, and made a character like this with no redemption and no sympathetic "come to Jesus" moment, is cathartic to me.

Jimmy is an abuser. He never cares about the pain he causes others. He only cares about impression management, dodging consequences, and feeling like a good person. When all avenues to achieve this fail for him, there's only one way out. And he would rather crash the ship, manipulate everyone further into suffering and death, and shoot himself than face the music.

It's just so, so real.

[heaven-s-black-box]

The Fuck is a Teyvat?- Natlan characters & Isekaied!Reader

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Recovery date: January 17th, 2025

Description: Hello sorry if this is a bad time but I wanted to make a request similar to an Isekai but genshin impact doesn't exist in the reader's world, and the reader literally falls into natlan, along with a couple of their friends but they got separated, though luckily Ajaw partially broke the reader's fall, but the reader was absolutely terrified of the little pixelated dragon and ran away.

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. I just kept writing, and writing. Every time I thought i was done i was like, nah.

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You’d think that if you feel like you’re falling after you die, you’re going to hell. But this place looked too bright to be hell, and wasn’t as hot as Y/n expected.

Y/n blinked in surprise, sitting up and leaning back on their hands. They shifted awkwardly for a moment before reaching beneath them to remove what they thought might be a stone. The ground was rough and sandy anyways, surely it made sense that that was what they had landed on.

It was not.

From beneath themself, Y/n pulls out a thrashing pixelated lizard-thing. It coughs up dirt, spitting out little rocks and spit soaked sand, and then lays into them.

“You impudent peasant!” Y/n shrieked, tossing the lizard as far as they could. “How dare you use the Almighty Dragonlord K’ uhul Ajaw as a cushion for your-”

“Ajaw, shut up,” a man with dark hair sighs, waving Ajaw away. Then he turned to Y/n and extended a hand. “Are you alright?”

Brain taking a moment to catch up, Y/n could only blink dumbly as two others ran over. One, a tall woman who arrived on a… shark? And the other a young girl who hopped off the back of the… shark… surfboard? What was that thing?

Y/n’s head snapped back to the hand in front of them, they hadn’t even noticed their gaze wandering.

“Uh… ya?” They take the man’s hand hesitantly and he pulls them to their feet. “I think so, at least.”

They dust their clothes off and take a moment to look around.

They’re on the edge of wide open plains, surrounded by steep cliffs, in the middle of a dusty road. There’s a dense collection of trees a bit away, with what looks like bridges and houses built in the canopy. Through the nearest cliff face is a path, thin and jagged with wooden platforms and bridges scattered as far as they can see.

In the distance they also notice tall giraffe looking things, and a few unfamiliar birds around.

But that’s not the most interesting thing, no.

“Is that a chocobo?”

The three strangers follow Y/n’s gaze, and the young girl asks, “What’s a chocobo?”

Y/n point at a tiny green creature with huge floppy ears, perched on a log, that tilts its head curiously.

“That’s a yumkasaurus,” the older woman says, seemingly unconcerned with what Y/n now thinks was a stupid question.

After all, the other three seem more confused at the name chocobo then they are about the creature itself. But Y/n quickly receives an answer to why they aren’t more confused.

“You must not be from Natlan, can we help you find somewhere?”

So these yum-things aren’t all over this place. It makes Y/n feel a little better about the question, but they’re left with a new question. Can these people help them?

“Um… I’m looking for my friends?” They looked around the area again.

If they’d just dropped out of the sky, surely their friends should be around somewhere?

They’re not certain what happened, but they know their friends were close enough it was reasonable to assume they were dead too. Dead… Was Y/n dead? Was this place the afterlife? It was certainly nice enough that it could be. Whatever happened, it made sense to Y/n that they should all be around the same place.

The three strangers looked between each other, having a silent conversation that made Y/n shift awkwardly.

“Um… you fell out of the sky,” the little girl said. “I’m not really sure we can help you find your friends, unless you know where they might land?”

It took Y/n a moment, but they realized that the girl– and probably the other two– thought they’d been skydiving or something. Y/n wasn’t exactly sure how to correct them.

“No, I don’t,” Y/n admitted awkwardly, “sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” the man says, speaking for the first time since helping them up.

He’s eyeing them curiously, and they feel like they’re being interrogated.

“You can come visit my people for now! You took a nasty fall, I’m sure you could use a dip in the hot springs.” The older girl cheered, extending a hand for Y/n to take if they wanted to. It’s as Y/n reaches to take it, that the woman has a realization and pulls her hand back suddenly to facepalm. “Oh my archon, we haven’t introduced ourselves!”

Y/n makes a mental note that archon seems to be the equivalent of god, an important note if they don’t want to seem like a fool. Though, if archon is a local deity, it may be odd that they use the expression but didn’t know about the green chocobo thing. Oh they could feel a headache coming on.

“Oh no!” The little girl exclaims, slamming both her gloved palms against her forehead. The man seems to be the only one uninterested, only sighing at the girls’ outburst. “My name’s Kachina,” the little girl introduces herself, extending a hand that Y/n shakes.

“And I’m Mualani, a guide from the people of the springs!” She inclines her head to the man beside her. “This is Kinich, and the little annoying dragon was Ajaw.”

“You won’t have to worry about him,” Kinich says, “I’ve put him in time out.”

“You… launched him through the air?”

“He’ll be fine.” Kinich shrugs.

Mualani offers Y/n a hand again, and when Y/n takes it the woman begins dragging them along.

“Come on! Let’s get you settled and make sure you didn’t hurt yourself when you fell.”

Y/n let's themself be dragged along, trying to put their situation together.

It occurs to them, as their legs grow tired from walking to Mualani’s tribe, that this world could be huge. Earth was huge, seven continents and sprawling oceans, so who’s to say wherever this was wasn’t equally as big. Maybe their friends were elsewhere in this world.

Mualani takes them to a room for rent and brings them clean clothes; she doesn’t listen to Y/n’s insistence that they’re fine, assuring Y/n that they don’t need to pay her back. Y/n asks for a map as Mualani shoves them through the door, and the woman promises to get one while they change.

Once they’ve changed, Y/n opens the door to find a new face.

“Hm,” the woman hums, face uncomfortably close to Y/n’s.

“Granny Itzli!” Mualani yells, and the woman is pulled away from the door.

Kachina is standing to the side with a map in her arms, and Kinich is nowhere to be found.

“Hey!” Granny Itzli yells. “Don’t drag me around like that!” The woman turns to Y/n and places her hands on her hips with a pout.

“How’d you get here?”

“I, fell from the sky?”

“I know that,” Granny Itzli rolled her eyes and reentered Y/n’s personal space, “I mean how did you get to Teyvat? You aren’t from here, are you?”

“Wait, what?” Kachina exclaims, nearly dropping the map.

“How did you-”

The woman, who Y/n assumes is granny only in title, lets out a long groan. They frown. If Granny Itzli thinks thai is frustration, how does she think they feel?

“Doesn’t matter, but you’re looking for your friends, right? What makes you think they’re here? How did you get here?”

“Look,” Y/n snaps, “I woke up on the ground, and I just have a feeling that my friends are here too. Is that good enough for you?”

Granny Itzli seems taken aback, and looks like she’s about to bite Y/n’s head off in return before Mualani steps in.

“Look, I think we’re all kind of on edge now. How about we get something to eat, and… I dunno, fill Y/n in on where they are?” She turned to Y/n. “I'm sure you have a lot of questions.”

“I don’t even know where to start,” Y/n sighed.

“Lunch sounds like a good place,” Kachina interjects, holding out the map to Y/n.

“O-Okay,” Y/n sighs, taking the map and following Mualani who pushes Granny Itzli ahead of the group.

Kachina falls into step with the outworlder, looking up at them in awe.

“By the way, where’s… Kinich? Was that his name?”

“Oh, Granny Itzli sent him to get the Archon.” Kachina ended her thought there, before having a realization. “Oh, you don’t know who the Archon is! Well, she’s our… Mualani, help me out please.”

Mualani laughs. “Natlan is divided into six tribes, and each tribe has a chief, but the Archon is kind of like the chief of all the tribes. She’s our strongest warrior!”

“Then, why did Granny send for here?”

“Look, save your questions for the Archon please? You’re just going to run into more and more, and none of us have all the answers.”

Y/n scowled. “Yes, Granny.”

Granny Itzli looked back at Y/n, a similar scowl on her face. 

Ah, this would be fun.

[three-dee-ess]

hiiii 3DS tour!!!!

from the day i first got it, i knew to name it Happiness..... nothing deep about it i just wanted to say "my mom took my Happiness away for exam week :("

a bit of a reveal but i'm the anxious sticker placer anon haha it's still plain to this day if not for a few scratches (a lot actually but it's not that noticeable, right? qwq)

the barcode and numbers are super faded i can't read them!! plus the scratches are much more noticeable, im not sure where most of them came from but i remember one of them is when i accidentally dropped a screwdriver on it oops

the cartridge is pokemon black 2!! i've had this game before Happiness. yup i have a metallic rose DS lite that's sooo busted up, (well i had a coral pink DS lite before that but i got mugged when i was like 7 years old and it's gone which is a story for another time)

anyway, metallic rose had dead pixels that spread like some fungus, L button didnt work at all, buttons feel gross to press now, etc yknow normal 7 year old not knowing the value of things thing

i'd send a picture but it's back at my old house, pray that the spiders know how to play dig dig dug

:D i'm very normal about cyrus pokemon i swear

if you check my theme plaza account you can see i also made one (1) batch of badges which is hunter x hunter badges as you can see from the folders, i'm also very normal about hunter x hunter i swear

i wanted to lay everything out without folders and arrange everything pretty but it's so hard how do all of you do it qwq

gon folder (top left folder) are my 3DS gaammeess, i haven't played some of them bc i still got a lot of games to finish but they're there!!

frens (i didnt make the badges other than the hunter x hunter ones btw!)

killua folder (top right folder) contains DS... well used to, now it holds other games! i also haven't played most of them im so busy qwq

i deleted the shortcuts for the DS games i finished, also it took me way too long how to inject GBA and other games into 3DS

kurapika folder (bottom left folder) contains videos and movies! i figured out how to convert them but it's so hard to find download links to the movies i like now :(

also did you know the first 3 volumes of hunter x hunter are on the japanese eshop? i can't read japanese but i keep them because i like the novelty of it

leorio folder (bottom right folder) is my homebrew and miscellaneous stuffs! self-explanatory -w-

if you have any homebrew stuffs you wanna recommend, tell meee

eek, asks only allows 10 pictures apparently so i'm gonna send another one because we're not done yet!!!!

Happiness is so awesome the crows wants an encore so i shall deliver ohoo

activity log :D i love that the 3DS has this so we can all look back on memories and such

and that's the day when i first got Happiness!!!! i was pretty late to the 3DS party but i stiiiillll love it if you couldn't tell i really love pokemon and that's why i wanted a 3DS so bad lol i don't think i will ever be as excited as i was holding Happiness in my hands for the first time qwq

yknow, i still don't know how this happened

and that's all from meee if you have any questions or wanna tell me something, go to my ask box because i don't wanna clog up three-dee-ess's notifs!! thank you for having me

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galaxy style n3DSXL

thank you so much for the tour >:3c I loved reading through all of it! In depth tours like this are super interesting to me so thank you for sharing!! it makes me really happy.

I'll need to find my red 3DS again so I can share my own stats, since my grey one I use to mostly play puzzle game titles like picross, not any like, RPGs.

[blurredfloweryblood]

ironically one of the things keeping my mouthwashing fixation still breathing are the alien movies (1 and 2) Not only because they also bring the point of corporations taking advantage of their workers as replaceable tools, dehumanizing them to pieces of meat for the real super from (the xenoform), but also, because of it's amazing way of replicating through science fiction, something entirely possible. Normally I steer away from sci-fi movies since they are sometimes too convulted and in my opinion pretentious, but alien is perfect. Just absolute perfection in its critique of capitalism and corporations, as well as how everything is out of control for the crew. Since they are workers that are dependable of higher ranged people, they have to trust the company, there's no other option. They are all already conditioned, which also sends the plan in motion. Perfectly calculated movements with people used like chess pieces that are cast aside "eaten" If you will.

I just like both Mouthwashing and Alien because they bring very amazing points with elements from space. And especially in space, where nobody can see you. And if nobody knows what happened, does it mean that it happened at all?

Also, Alien 2 is a great way to bring back the concept. If they couldn't get their alien at the first try, what makes you think they won't try again? Better yet, what makes you think they haven't been trying? Or that they would let Ripley, the one witness who knew what the company was after live peacefully? It brings elements, diversifies them, and does it so well.

What Romulus brings to the table is also a good concept. Corporations are born from the skeletons of other companies. The objectives are sharper, harsher. The conditions go from worse to downright horrific. And when you push people who are looking for better lives, dangling the possibility of freedom close enough that they can see it, but far enough so they don't get it. They work more, they won't think about escaping the system because they will think of the hours, and then, they will forget and work and work and work.

The desperation of wanting to get out, sometimes leads to poorly made decisions. I'm not blaming Tyler or Rain or anybody from the movie, since that's the point. They are clawing their way out, and some way or another, the companies still have a way to haunt them. I still think the execution of said concept could've been better.

Both Mouthwashing and Alien show us where we are going, and where we are. The taking of responsibility is almost impossible for those who either don't care, or are to high on the ladder to even notice it. They are all dead pixels with moves that they don't even know that are planned. There is no such thing as fate itself. Fate is the word invented by people who want to tell you there's only one way to live and they will tell you how.

Men will tell you that fate is for everyone. And you can't choose. Ironically, you'll believe it at some point, because for them to not have blood on their hands, they want to make sure that you doom yourself. And what better way to take your life away, that promising to give it back?

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #325

I'm definitely going to need to send my laptop away to get the screen replaced; it has seen much better days:

It's still kinda holding together. But there are lines of dead pixels on the bottom left side, so I imagine it's only a matter of time before the screen goes completely kaput. Lame...

I wasn't nearly as productive today as on previous days. I think doing all that cooking and all those dishes really pissed off whatever's wrong with the upper right quadrant of my body (at this point, I suspect serratus posterior superior dysfunction of some kind...). When I went to PT today (weird day of the week for it, I know...), the trapezius and the rhomboids on my right side got mashed up, and now the whole area is super pissed, and it's kinda hard to move or breathe or do anything.

On the bright side, I did get to talk with that Canadian immigration lawyer today. I'll tell you all about him, but after I get his permission to do so in this space.

Still, I have the first few steps of the process of getting out of here outlined. First, we have to take an English test called an IELTS, and also get our academic credentials evaluated by a Canadian company of some kind, in order to make sure they're up to snuff for Canadian employers.

Well, as it turns out, we cannot take the IELTS without passports. And, though J and I have ours, M's expired over a decade ago, so we had to go to an appointment to get a new one. It's not going to get to our house for another 6-8 weeks, though. We'll have to wait before we schedule the test. But we should be able to get our academic credentials evaluated. I'll look into that process tomorrow.

...I forgot to eat for most of today. Before leaving for physical therapy, I did stuff a couple slices of cold cuts into my mouth, but that's hardly substantial. My appetite has been kinda weird these last couple days. At around 7pm or 8pm, though, I remembered that my body needs fuel. So I made a salad:

It's got mixed greens, tomatoes, onions, black beans, goat cheese, scrambled egg, and crushed Fritos in it. And then I put ranch dressing on top. Want some...?

I made some tea to go with it; that vanilla bean macaron tea. Here:

...These aren't the best swirls, I know. I think the focus must have been off, and I didn't notice until it was too late. Sorry about that.

…

...I spent most of the rest of today just floundering, partially numb, and foggy of brain. I wanted to play Oddworld, but... I just couldn't bring myself to. I wanted to doodle, but... I dunno. Even with a plan spelled out and things to tentatively look forward to, it's still kinda hard to think.

I guess I'm still a little sad that so many people voted for someone who wants to kill me and my little family and almost all of the people I love.

...I just... want to live a life in which everyone gets to be happy and safe. And I know that this could happen if everyone worked together, but there's so many different people with so many different kinds of trauma, and all of them have their own ideas about which kinds of people do and don't deserve to live (there's no such thing as a person who doesn't deserve to live). I wish for a world in which it was easier for folks to cast aside the conditioning they received that teaches them to associate the worth of themselves and of others with silly, arbitrary things.

We are all the same in that we want to live in peace with people we love. And given that everyone wants that, it shouldn't be so hard to do, but... a lot of people get taught that the only way they can live happily is if some other group of people defined by arbitrary characteristics didn't exist, and... I think that's really sad. It's really sad that some people truly do believe, for example, that the only way they can be happy and safe is if every single person with dark skin and every single person who was ever at any point related to someone with dark skin ceased being alive.

...I just wanna live someplace where we aren't near people who would be happy to kill us. I think everyone wants that. And this shouldn't be a difficult thing to find in my world, but... here we are.

...Well. One step at a time. We'll follow the immigration process one step at a time, and hope for good things. But... ya know. If there's any chance you can just “zoop” us all over to where you are... I certainly wouldn't be opposed. You could use the company. And I could use a nap.

No, I know; it's impossible. I know. But it's still nice to think about. I'll just keep making preparations to protect my little family, and I'll do whatever I can for the others around me in the meantime. I'll write the steps to the immigration process as we go through it; maybe it'll help someone else, somehow.

Suppose I'll stop writing for today. I feel like if I keep going, I'm gonna ramble on ya (if I haven't already). And I feel like I'm a bit too weird in the brain right now to express myself particularly well in any case.

Don't worry. I'm tired and feeling kinda sad and lost, but I'm not down for the count – not while I have people to protect.

Tomorrow is when M and I decided to celebrate our wedding anniversary this year. It'll be our 10th year of marriage, though we've been together for 12. I can't believe how quickly the time has passed. I can't believe he hasn't gotten tired of me yet, hahaha...

We're gonna go to a sushi place to celebrate. It'll be me and J and M all together at the place we ate on the day we got married. Maybe I'll tell you more about that tomorrow.

I love you a whole lot. And I'll write again tomorrow. So please stay safe out there, okay?

Your friend, Lumine

[dostyaak]

please yap about hinako king 🙏

Ough... What have you done?

Oh God... This is going to be loooong.

The fake Hinako was always an interesting character to me, I've always liked how she acted, and I mean EVERYTHING.

Her personality, her plot, her character development (Even though it was pretty short, I still loved it), her design HECK, EVERYTHING I don't know what happened, she's one of my favorite dummies, I just really love her character, she's funny, she's interesting and she's an asshole, my favorite tropes <3 /j

With that, I started craving more content about her, eventually looking for fanfics about her, I was just curious to see what the fandom was doing with my fav I found some cool fanfics, some pretty good, some mid, some I didn't even dare to read just because of the tags, every kind of thing

Until. I found a fanfic about Real!Hinako.

(This fanfic to be specific: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45710128/chapters/115030948)

I know this post isn't a fanfic review but I gotta say, I didn't finish the fanfic... It was an OK fanfic, not extremely good but not horrible, just... Fine

Anyway, something on that fanfic sparkled in my heart, something about reading about a suicidal girl surviving a Death Game and slowly regaining will to live was incredible.

I started to think about the stuff I didn't enjoy the fanfic, Real!Hinako is a character that we have NO INFORMATION about, so the author did whatever he wanted, giving Hinako a backstory about how her father killed her only and best friend, hence why she's suicidal

It was an good lore but I didn't liked it that much, something about it didn't sat me right, so I thought "What would I do if I wrote a fanfic about her? That was my mistake.

I started to think about what would I do, how would I do, what events would happen, what wouldn't, who would she trust, who she wouldn't, how would her suicidal tendencies effect her, how would she regain her will to live, etc etc

I wrote a whole ass backstory about her, I started writing a first chapter for a possible fanfic about Hinako surviving the Death Game, about how she would become friends with Ranmaru and Anzu and that would help her feel alive again, I wrote and drew A LOT. (I lost most of those drawings because my computer broke, but I had like THREE WHOLE 2500X2500 PIXELS CANVAS JUST FILLED WITH DOODLES OF HER)

Also about her backstory that I created: Basically, Hinako had a normal family with a mom and a dad, the classic "butter advertisement family", y'know? Her dad worked for a well-know pharmacy bussines... ASU-NARO, did he know about how inhuman ASU-NARO was? Kind of, but he gained enough money to protect and give a good life to the people he loved the most, his wife and his daughter, so he could overlook wha they did, besides he didn't know everything, he just knew the tip of the iceberg, if he knew everything he probably would've stopped... Right? That doesn't matter, eventually he started to notice that ASU-NARO was looking throught his family, investigating and stalking his wife and daughter, and on a desperate move to protect them, he asked for a divorce, which left Hinako's mom in shambles, she started to develop a hatred for her husband, he never told her what went wrong, why he was going away, what could she do to be better, he was just... Gone As for Hinako, she also didn't knew anything, but she couldn't hate her father, he was such a good person, such a good father, her only friend, the person she trusted the most... How could she hate him? They would meet up during the weekends, and every time Hinako asked why he went away, he would alway say the name thing "It's for your own safety, dearie..." He became more and more distant each time, eventually he stopped meating up with Hinako, stopped answering his wife's calls, stopped calling Hinako's mom, completely fed up with his cold shoulders, decided to go to his house to settle things up with him The scene she saw... Her ex-husband... Hanged... Dead. Hinako never saw his body, thankfully, but that didn't mean his death didn't affected her family Her mom became even more distante and angry, angry at her husband, angry at Hinako, she couldn't help but feel angry at her, she just... Looked so much like him, looking at Hinako reminded her of her husband, that made her so annoyed About Hinako, she became more distant of her friends, she didn't felt like talking with anyone, she missed her father so much, she tried to hate him hoping that hate would made her feel something different, but nothing, she just felt so... Miserable "One day... I'll be with you, dad..."

GRRRRRRRRRRRR I FUCKING LOVE THIS BACKSTORY I GAVE HER, I CAN'T EVEN EXPRESS ENOUGH

I think what made me love her more was making this backstory, it just made me feel so connected with her, creating a story and carefully putting stuff together just so I can make sense of her character is so... Amazing, I loved it

Will I write that fanfic I said I started? Probably, I really want to, I have a lot of stuff planned to it, I just need to start writing

Anyway, have some HinaDoodles

My daughter :]

[trans-leek-cookie]

its past midnight and time to yap about Mouthwashing. Anyway obviously we don't see the Specific Events only how the characters react but with Anya... Okay I'm going to talk about the Sexual Assault not with Specific Details but that's what the post is about so

Anyways she reads to me as very like... trying to downplay the severity to herself. Like thinking through it (not having the exact quotes but) I feel like it'd be an unfortunately natural reaction- if you were stuck with 4 guys and the guy with the second highest position on the ship assaulted you depending on the situation. I feel like its not hard to imagine you'd try and reframe it as Less Bad to cope because let me be honest if I had to confront the implications of that, mainly the fact he could do it again and I wouldn't have any real way of dealing with it without complicating things even further bc he doesn't just have a close relationship with the guy with the Most Power on the ship, he also is in charge of keeping Me and The Other People On The Ship Safe, i would be in deep denial just to not lose my god damn mind like thats so fucking scary. And then the implication you tried to talk to the captain and even if he wasn't cruel he didn't Understand the Severity of what you were suggesting is like. Besides feeling afraid it could genuinely really fuck with my own perception bc like "if this guy who I trust says he's not a bad person maybe I'm just overreacting?" is. Again unfortunately understandable.

And again I'll say that Anya fully breaks down when the news breaks that pony express is fucked and like. 1. I think that's related to her own finances (and also. Literally just realized the way an abortion could interact badly with "no savings" like I Just Processed that fact. Like I knew "oh if she couldn't abort having to support a child wouldn't just be traumatic but also fucking nightmarish finance wise" but even having an abortion could make things so much harder.) 2. Jimmy LASHES OUT at Curly OPENLY. again based on my interpretation of Mildly In Denial To Cope this would. Like. Really fuck with that because it goes from "I trust the captain and I don't want to be afraid of my crewmate for a year" to "oh he is willing to verbally abuse the captain, who is his friend" and realizing I wasn't overreacting.

I also wanna point to the dead pixel conversation and obv it's symbolic but idk if it's meant as "there's a dead pixel that Anya noticed and she's using the topic to like test the waters" or if it's "anya is literally just trying to figure out Curly's thought process" which isn't like super important but like. Focusing on the way she starts the conversation by saying that she "Likes the illusion the screen has". (I don't remember the exact words sorry) But that's really interesting to me bc obviously you can read into Curly not seeing the dead pixel and instead focusing on the bigger picture (and how the dead pixel "doesn't ruin the illusion") but I think it's really interesting that Anya starts by talking Positively about the screen even though the dead pixel is there (and she can't stop thinking about it)

Like thinking through implications option 1: she's talking about the screen and uses the dead pixel to get a feel for how Curly responds to her bringing up issues

2: she's being entirely metaphorical and still trying to sort of self soothe- seeking external validation that the dead pixel Isn't Actually That Big A Deal (and therefore she's just overthinking)

3: idk how to phrase this exactly but ppl have talked Abt the way she talks to Jimmy, how it indicates a sort of "Fawn" response where she tries to keep him calm with compliments and stuff, and her talking about "enjoying the illusion" is her trying to do something similar with Curly- essentially starting the metaphor by downplaying the issue

Anyway. I don't know if I have a full conclusion but another thing is I think ppl need to acknowledge that while Curly fucked up and harmed Anya (mainly thru inaction). He's not uniquely shitty. Most people will be in a situation where they act similarly, and that DOES NOT JUSTIFY HIS ACTIONS. I AM NOT SAYING CURLY IS ANY BETTER. I am saying that you need to be able to recognize your capacity for harm thru inaction and understand that like. He's not uniquely terrible he's just Normal Levels Of Unhelpful, which in a situation like Anya's is Dangerous

Like. Basically you can say "fuck jimmy fuck curly" all you want but you need to be able to understand that everyone including yourself has the same capacity for harm

[lusi-raul]

I’m making another compilation video and while I was gathering clips I noticed the difference in how some eggs cope with boredom. Like I get it since during parts of the streams where their parents are having a long ass conversation with each other it reminds me a lot of my younger self when my mom catches up with her friends or relatives and I have to sit there listening to the conversation giving my mother subtle hints that I want to go home cause I was so bored out of my ass which is of course ignored every single damn time lol. I guess that experience is such a universal thing that it also applies to pixelated egg children in a block game 😂

As far as I’ve seen these are how the eggs deal with boredom.

Chayanne: when he’s bored out of his mind he digs out a pattern on the ground and replaces it with potato crates, creating a checkerboard pattern of potato crate and whatever the original block on the ground is. Chayanne also likes to jump around a lot whenever he’s bored.

Tallulah: Tallulah just lays down flat on the ground whenever she’s bored. This happens a lot when Phil is having a conversation with other people and she is left with nothing to do or add to the conversation. Sometimes she uses the idle time as a chance to organize and reorganize her backpacks.

Ramon and Dapper: I don’t follow them enough to know more about their individual coping mechanisms to boredom but I know that Ramon likes to climb things and use his potato launcher to shoot random things a lot. I don’t know much about Dapper but the twins together like to use their grapple thingy and hang around in a room like an egg piñata. Both of them also Mary Poppins out random machines from their pockets and work on that while adults are talking.

I’d love to follow other eggs too but I’m just not capable of following all Cc’s povs. I’m upset because I think Pomme is such a cutie patootie, Leo is such an egg full of personality, and of course our wonderful artist Richas is so funny to watch with all his dads but I don’t know much about them but I really want to. I really don’t think I have a favorite egg but I have eggs that seem like my faves because their parents are the ones I watch the most and thus I know more about them than other eggs but seriously considering it, all the eggs, dead or alive, I adore equally in my heart.

So if you guys can help me out by telling me everything you know and love about each of the eggs, even the ones who left us (still hoping temporarily), please reply or add to this post. In the future I want to make a huge thread post of all information about the eggs like the ones above focusing more on exploring each egg’s personality and preferences. I love how they are played by actual admins and thus each have their own distinct personalities and contribution to the lore.

[nytrixx]

im gonna try to start posting more on Tumblr, I just really need to get back in that groove.

ANYWAYS, let me give you all context on these guys. a few weeks ago I managed to get my 3ds back out of storage and I also got myself a copy of HeartGold from my dad- the problem comes in right when you open the 3ds and notice that the screen isn't really great with dead pixels, and to add onto it the music is horribly messed up- but my dumbass thought oh! that's fine! and I start trying to play HeartGold.

NEWS FLASH HORRIBLE IDEA? the game is holding itself together with the skin of its teeth because the pixels are horribly jumbled and the music sounds something out of vinesauces corruption stockpile streams and it always crashes either before the rival battle or a bit after the rival battle. I finally had enough of it and told my friends about it which prompted me to sit my 3ds as still as I could on my bed and draw out a mock-up of the sprites because I could never get good enough pictures on my phone because the camera is actual ass.

after showing everyone this they told me I was living a creepypasta and to just be funny I decided to make actual designs for the characters that I made mock-ups for just to live that early stupid creepypasta nostalgia and now we have these guys, there's not much of a story as I actually already have my own pokemon creepypasta that I'm still working on that I had before these guys, but I think having them here as a second "true to form" creepypasta is silly.

[fictiondotbored]

Little longer drabble (based on my play through) for Astarion because. I need to get my writer's spirit up and going again and this pixelated man on my screen has me in a slight chokehold.. Started playing just a few days ago so not really far into his personality and all that but Asterion's little panic when we find that boar?? AHH

The tadpole's in everyone's brains are doing hell knows what but they can't be good, so when Tav decides to make camp already again?? Just a couple days into their venture most companions are a bit annoyed. Their priority should be to get going and of course sleep is needed to heal, they *get* that, frustatingly so, but it doesn't help the fact that they're seemingly wasting time. Now Astarion is also a bit fuzzy about making camp almost every night, like really? On the other hand tho he's relieved, he's hungry, famished even, and finally he has a chance to break from the group with no unwanted attention. It's been too little time for building trust with anyone, he's surprised to be travelling with the lot at all after pulling a knife on Tav when they'd first met, so sneaking off would only have risen their suspicions. He needed to be careful and camp was the perfect opportunity

It was fairly easy to just walk off without waking anyone, after fighting that hostile group in the chapel ruins everyone's beat and tired and just plain right exhausted; add some fugly undeads that had risen just to protect a useless cryp to the equationd and sure enough you've got a party in due time for a nap. So, off he goes, in the wee hours of the night, stalking whatever prey he can find in his limited time. It took him some running about, distancing himself from the party to hide his tracks, deeper into the forest, to finally find a fat boar unassuming and Astarion could not wait any longer so he pounced on his prey. It was a hasty ordeal, not at all satisfying but it would suffice, at least until they made camp again

A few days go by and to be honest Astarion had already forgotten about his evidence left in the middle of the woods but by the hells, when Tav leads them away from the Druid's camp at the Hollow and straight into the forest, Astarion can't do anything but hope that they'd not come across the boar's corpse. Luck of course this time around is not on his side and his annoyance spikes when Tav takes a quick look at the cadaver, like they do with every other dead fucking animal. He hears them mumble about it being strange that it's dead because "it looks healthy" but it's dead now. No health can help that. Of course he gets nervous about Tav prodding around, pondering and wondering and it's annoying him. Not really, actually he's a bit anxious to be found out so he tries to distract her by being a bit more snippy and sarcastic than needed be.

"The pig is dead my friend, staring at it won't bring it back. We'll never fix these brain worms if we stop and gawk at every piece of carrion you find."

Maybe it's because they're a druid, bound to nature and such, or maybe it was his mistake for getting a bit snarky at this particular boar... they just give him a glance before kneeling and inspecting the boar for wounds. The whole party's infested with mindflayer parasites happily munching away at their thoughts and Tav is concerned about a dead boar? For what. But it just seems to fit perfectly to them so he should have expected so. He watches them gawk at the stupid beast and then their gaze gets stuck on something. Shit. They actually noticed those two tiny puncture wounds? Honestly impressive, especially on a hairy boar. But shit still. He needs to know what they're thinking because fuck fuck fuck

"And is it dead enough for you?"

"These marks look strange. Do you recognise them?"

Ah shit. They ask it in such a manner too... With that undertone, as if accusing him of withholding information. As if they knew that he knew what happened. This is bad. Can't even lie, he is a bit panicking at this point. Mostly inwardly but it does slip out in the slightest stutter and the way his eyes involuntarily open up. He would love to think over his answer and calculate the risks of what informations he could bare to share, what knowledge he'd be wise to reveal and which to keep under wraps but he's kind of under a timely limit so there was no time to actually think, like hello? The other party members aren't paying that much attention thankfully, more interested in the noises and chatter from nearby but Tav does not stray her attention from him. So he sort of just blurts something out

"I-" he stutters. he reveals they're from a vampire. If he had a beating heart it surely would be loud enough for Tav to hear by now. He rambles on, offering to take the first watch, to protect them for the night but then he pushes them once more to get fucking going. After he's said his piece he shuts his mouth, anxious to know their reaction. Would they find him out? Did he give too much away?? Maybe they're a deceitful one and actually noticed him sneaking away nights ago. His mind is racing with miles and miles of scenarios. Ways she would kill him on the spot, accuse him of evading the location and his efforts to dismiss the cadaver, would she assume it was him or would she simply know already? What if that little tadpole rascal in their brains connected and she could read his mind?? So many thoughts and fears that have him stand frozen solid before her, trying to convince her he's nonchalant by forcibly relaxing his muscles. There is so little trust between them yet, surely Tav would kill him for finding out he's a Vampire. What was there to lose for them if he was dead? Truly dead..

The seconds seem to drag on for uncomfortably long eternity, yet all she does is stare at him for mere moments and then she too just turns away from him, gifting her attention to the voices coming from nearby.

Astarion's heart hadn't felt this active, this heavy with fear and anticipation for a long time and by the hells, he hoped it didn't happen again for another 200 years...