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delicatebarness · 5 months ago

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cry baby | chapter twenty eight

Summary: IT IS ART SHOW TIME BABY.

Warning: None, I don't think?

Word Count: 1550

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A/N: Oh my little cry baby. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as mine. - B

Teetering on the edge of despair and resilience, you desperately tried to piece together the fragments of your life. The fragments that had shattered in the wake of recent events. Since your conversation with Steve, the days felt like a blur of raw emotions and introspection.

Looming over the horizon was your art exhibition, the one beacon of hope amidst the chaos. The show’s preparations made for a much-needed distraction, which offered moments of peace as you immersed yourself in the creative process. However, the lingering thoughts of Bucky, Peter, and Steve cast a shadow over your excitement.

As you arranged your artwork in the gallery one afternoon, your phone buzzed. A message from Peter lights up the screen. Your heart raced as you read the message: “Can we meet? I think it’s time we talked.”

You held your breath as you replied, agreeing to meet him at a cafe nearby. Your mind raced as you made your way there, the anticipation gnawing at you. All you could think about was, what you say, how you explain, and whether he would even listen.

Peter was already seated at a corner table when you arrived, his expression somber. As you cautiously approached him, your heart pounded in your chest. The silence was heavy between you as you sat down, unspoken words filled the air as did lingering emotions.

Your voice trembled as you began to apologize softly. “Peter, I’m so sorry for everything. I never meant to hurt you.”

Pain and understanding filled his eyes as he looked up at you. “I know,” he replied, keeping his voice equally soft. “But I need to understand why it happened. Why didn’t you tell me?”

The words caught in your throat as tears welled up in your eyes. “I was scared,” you admitted. “I thought if I could forget about it, move past it, everything would be okay. I didn’t want to lose you.”

Sighing, Peter ran a hand through his hair. “I get that. But, trust is everything in a relationship. It broke something between us when you kept that from me.”

Your heart ached at his words. You nodded. “I know. I realize that now. I want to make amends and rebuild that trust. But I understand if you need time.”

He reached across the table, taking your hand in his as his expression softened, “I do need time,” he said gently. “But, I also care about you. I want to try to work through this, together.”

You squeezed his hand, relief washing over you. “Thank you, Peter. I promise to be honest with you from now on. No more secrets.”

A small, reassuring smile tugged at his lips. “We’ll take it one step at a time.”

There was a glimmer of hope as you left the cafe together.

The night of your art exhibition finally arrived. Looking around the gallery, it was alive with the buzz of admiration and excitement. Peter, friends, family, and art enthusiasts filled the space, marveling at the essence of home you captured in your array of sketches. Only your art could depict the familiar buildings around the city– the bar, the library, and more.

Moving through the crowd, you exchanged smiles and grateful words to those who came to support you. However, there was a small part of you that couldn’t shake the disappointment that Bucky hadn’t shown up. He had been a huge part of your life for so long, and despite the recent tumult between you, his absence felt like a void in the celebration.

You tried to push the thought aside as you focused on your friends and family. Peter stayed close, he introduced you to various guests, his presence comforting and supportive. He touched your arm gently, as you spoke with a couple that stood admiring a sketch of the old library.

“Hey, I want to introduce you to someone,” he said softly, guiding you toward a corner– where stood a striking woman, her gaze intently fixed upon one of your pieces. “This is Michelle,” he continued, his voice holding an enthusiasm you hadn’t noticed from him before. “She’s a big fan of your work.”

Turning to face you, Michelle’s smile was warm and genuine. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you,” she said, extending her hand. “Your work is incredible, The way you capture the essence of each building… it’s like I’m seeing them for the first time.”

Returning her smile, you shook your head. “Thank you, that means a lot to me.”

Beaming, Peter was pleased with the introduction. However, the more you chatted with Michelle, you couldn’t help but notice the way Peter looked at her– his eyes lingered on her longer than usual, and his smile was a bit wider. It was subtle, but it was there. Unmistakable.

You observed Peter and Michelle’s interaction as the conversation flowed. There was a natural chemistry that was hard to ignore between them, an easy rapport. His laughter was more frequent, and his posture relaxed. You were certain that he was attracted to her.

As you chatted with Peter and Michelle, your gaze wandered around the room. Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw a familiar figure standing alone. Bucky was stood intently staring at one of your pieces. Relief and anxiety washed over you as you excused yourself and made your way over to him.

His expression was unreadable as he stood before a particular sketch. You realized as you got closer which piece had captured his attention– the sketch of him. Amidst all the buildings, there he was, a part of the landscape you created in your ‘Home’ theme.

He turned to look at you as you approached, his eyes filling with a depth of emotion you couldn’t place. “When did you make this? Why?” he asked, a softness in his voice tinged with curiosity.

Offering a shy smile, a heat flushed across your cheeks. “Um, I made it a few weeks ago,” you admitted softly, your cheeks warming further under his gaze, “For years, I’ve sat across from you in our booth. For my entire life in this city– all I see is you.”

Your heart pounded with the weight of the truth. And, for a few moments, you both stood there. The world around you faded away, it was just the two of you. Years of shared memories and unspoken truths connected you.

Just as you were about to say more, Howlett approached with a broad grin. “Hey, kid! I bought your art of the bar!” he announced, his voice booming with pride.

The news snapped you back into reality as a surge of joy washed over you. “Really? Thank you so much!” you exclaimed, turning to find Peter alongside Howlett. Peter beamed as he pulled you into a celebratory hug.

As you basked in the moment, Bucky watched, a small smile playing on his lips. For a beat longer, he stood there until he could no longer beat not being the one to share in your triumph. He quickly turned and slipped away.

A hollow feeling settled in your chest as you turned around, looking for Bucky. He was gone, and your heart sank. It was in that moment, as your eyes scanned the room but yet, found no trace of him that a realization hit you with a force. A force you could no longer ignore– you are in love with him.

The empty space where Bucky had stood was all you could think about as the celebration continued around you. Noticing the shift in your mood, Peter gently squeezed your hand. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked with concern etched on his face.

“Yeah,” you forced a smile as you nodded, “just overwhelmed,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. Your revelation pressed down heavily on you, making it hard to focus.

“I’m so proud of you,” Peter said softly, pulling you closer as he wrapped his arm around you. “This is your night. Enjoy it.”

Leaning into him, your thoughts were miles away as your feelings for Bucky lingered. You tried to push them aside as the night wore on but, they were always there.

It wasn’t long before the gallery slowly began to empty. Peter and Michelle were deep in conversation, and you watched them from a distance. It strangely made you happy to see Peter so at ease.

Natasha and Wanda approached you while you stood lost in thought. They had noticed your distant gaze.

“You seem a bit out of it,” Natasha said softly, nudging your shoulder. “Everything okay?”

You nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just a lot to take in tonight.”

Glancing over to Peter and Michelle, Wanda’s eyes narrowed slightly as she watched their interaction. “You noticed it too, huh?” she asked with a gentle tone.

Your shoulders slumped as you sighed. “Yeah, it’s hard not to. He looks… happy around her.”

Natasha put a comforting arm around you. “It’s understandable. You’ve been through a lot lately. But, it is okay to feel what you’re feeling.”

You took a deep breath, looking at both of your friends, voicing the truth that had been weighing on your heart and mind for the last few hours. “It’s not just that. I… I’m in love with Bucky.”

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misserabella · 2 years ago

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stray. pt. 5

joel miller x fem! reader

gif credits to @pedrorascal <3

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summary; after saving Joel and Ellie from the brink of death, you get caught with having to live with two more strays.., and you don't do strays.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡either ways, i hope y'all like it. <3

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warnings; eventual +18 content! MINORS DONT INTERACT IN THE CHAPTERS WHERE IT IS IMPLIED IN THE WARNINGS and smut, mentions of death, possible deaths, blood, fighting, angst, fluff..

warnings for chapter 5; angst, loss, ellie and reader getting closer <3 (man i love them), guns, daggers, blood, wounds, weapons, tension, cursing, fear, ptsd, joel and reader get closer…

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

a/n; omg in so excited, the tension is growingggg

You had been awake for hours, unable to move from this bed that surrounded you like a big tight hug. You knew you shouldn’t let it, should get up and start moving, start one more day…

And you too knew that Ellie was on the other side of the door, waiting. You had heard her pacing around, getting closer, almost knocking but always sighing and stepping back. Now she was sitting against it, you could see the shadow, hear her head moving from time to time and her soft breathing.

You got up, a groan falling from your lips when your side throbbed and pinched. Fucking bitch knew how to kick…

You sighed when you opened the door and Ellie, who was fully leaning on it, fell backwards into the room. She looked at you from below, eyes shot open and you gave her an unamused stare before inhaling deep and stepping outside, dodging her. She sat up as you entered your room, exiting it shortly after taking a new change of clothes, and stood up as you closed the bathroom’s door behind your back. She stood there silently, hearing as you turned the shower on and bathed.

The mirror reflected your messy state, your bruised cheek and sticky skin bathed in blood. You didn’t waste time to scrub it off, thanking the water pouring on your body.

You didn’t take long, being efficient in putting on your clean clothes —along with the dirty ones to wash up— and leaving the bathroom.

She was in the same spot you had left her. And you went back into the room dodging her…, again.

You could feel her need to be near, to talk to you, to do anything that could help. You could almost touch her worry as you started to rummage the bloody bedsheets and making them onto a ball to go and put them to wash along with your clothes.

“Ellie?” you called for her, stopping the ruffling of sheets, and she perked up.

“…Yeah?” she asked, her voice careful.

“Are you gonna keep boring holes on the back of my head or are you gonna come in?” you said, and she stepped inside as quickly as she could, almost stumbling. Her eyes met yours, and she swallowed. She didn’t move.

It had surprised her, you letting her in. She was ready to wait ‘till you would come out. She was not ready for this. Hell, it had surprised even you.

She took in the surroundings, took in the art, the photos, the books…

“Are you… Are you okay?” her eyes were away from you, on the floor. You knew she was nervous by the way one of her hands was scratching her neck.

“Oh yeah, brat. Never been better.” you sarcastically said and she stood there, silently, her eyes everywhere. You sighed, taking a seat on the naked duvet. “She was really cool.” you said, and she looked at you. “Kind of annoying, like you, but cool.” she huffed at your semi-compliment. At least you didn’t hate her… “It’s been a year… And everything looks the same.” you sighed, your eyes dreamy on her artworks.

“She was great.” she said, pointing at her sketches.

“She truly was. He wanted to be a tattoo artist. Got a gun and everything.” you said. “Carved one on my back for her first time.” you chuckled, and she smiled.

“Can I… See it?” she inquired, and that caught you by surprise.

“You want to see it?” you frowned.

“I’ve just never seen a tattoo before. Only on pictures.” she said and you nodded, muttering a ‘sure’ that made her get excited.

You turned her back to her and slowly shifted up your white sleeveless top, revealing at the middle of your back a big black moth.

She took it in, eyes open and mouth ajar. She stepped closer, and one of his hands rose with the need to touch it, but she retracted it. It was beautiful. “How… Does it feel like? To get a tattoo I mean.” she says, and you turned back to her, letting your top hide your tattoo once again.

“It hurts. But it feels awesome when its finally done.”

“I want one.” she said, and you scoffed.

“You’re too young for that kind of stuff, kid.” Kid. Well, at least it was better than ‘brat’.

“I’m not. When did you get yours?”

“When I was sixteen.” you answered.

“I’m sixteen!” she said and you laughed.

“Bullshit!”

“Okay, fourteen. But does it even matter? It’s practically the same!” she said and you shook your head.

“It’s not.” she frowned and practically pouted. You rolled your eyes. “Look. Once you turn sixteen we’ll get you one, alright? Hell, I’ll even pay for it.” you offered and she lighted up like a firework.

“Really?”

“Sure.” you said, and she smiled so bright that you almost followed her.

You went back to your shuffling, stripping the pillows off their covers.

“Hey, y/n…?” she asked and you hummed. “I’m sorry. About Laura.” she said, and you looked at her, after a few seconds nodding slowly.

You two fell back onto that silence that seemed to follow you everywhere. Only this time, you decided to break it.

“Hey, brat?” you called for her and her eyebrows rose, paying attention. “I saw that you finished those comics of yours.” you said, giving her your back to take a hold on something in between your hands. You smiled softly as one of your palms slowly dragged against the pages, over the drawings and inked letters. “You should give this one a try. It’s a really good one.” you said, closing the book that had been open for a year to hand it to her. She took it with such a great care… As if it was made of the most rich porcelain and could break with just a mere whisper.

‘Alice in Wonderland’ she red on the cover.

“What is it about?” she asked, and you smiled.

“You’ll have to read it to find out.”

Ellie was really enjoying the book, you could see it. She had not put it down the whole day except for eating and a kick trip to the bathroom.

Joel opens the door to your house, you keys having been copied for him since he had started helping Larry on the farm.

“What are you reading, kid?” Joel asks, a box full of food in between his arms. Probably from Larry’s. He always insisted on sending you more and more…

“Alice in wonderland.” she answered, monotone, too focused on the book to even look at him.

“Don’t try and make her talk, Joel, I’ve had a pretty good and silent day with her glued to that thing.” you warned him from the balcony, your naked feet against the ice cold flooring and your eyes still looking at the sunset.

His eyes found you, and he stared at you. At you and your gray baggy sweats, at you and your white sleeveless tank top, the cigarette in between your lips…

He sighed and walked towards you, opening the sliding door to take a seat next to you, closing it back up so the smoke wouldn’t get inside.

You looked alright. That was good.

“Pretty face you’ve got, huh?” you said, and she glared at your before scoffing, shaking his head.

“Just as sweet as always, aren’t you?” he rolled his eyes and took a cigarette out of his pocket. “Thanks.” that’s what he said when you offered him light to burn it. “Larry asked about you, he’s worried.” you sighed.

You didn’t answer, you were fine, okay. You had been scared shitless yesterday, and still felt a little shaken up, but breathing in Laura last night had really helped you get up that morning, try and heal a little bit more through the day.

Joel’s leg was shaking, a nervous and anxious tick that always seemed to came back after tense days. He wanted to make sure that you were okay, wanted you to tell him that you were okay. After yesterday events… He needed you to look at him.

You spent hours like this, watching the sun disappear and the night fall, in silence, him being focused on you and you being focused on him. The present. Something you never focused on lately.

He had gone inside after having caught Ellie completely passed out on the sofa, book still in hand. He tried to take it away from her as he softly woke her up to take her to bed, but she grumbled something that you couldn’t hear and hugged it closer to her chest. Oh no, there was no way she was letting go of it now. She was gonna sleep with that thing.

“What the hell did you do to her? She didn’t even let me put it on the night table.” he said as he came back onto the balcony, first-aid kit in hand to start cleaning up the wounds on his body.

You looked at him once he was back on his chair, new cigarette lit in between your lips. You took a long drag and exhaled. “It was Laura’s.” you said and his eyes widened just the slightest.

“y/n, you didn’t have to…”

“It’s okay.” you cut him off. “I wanted to. And she would have too. She would have loved for someone else to enjoy her books. She loved them.” you said, and he could swear his breath hitched when an almost imperceptible smile crept on your soft pink lips.

He nodded, silently, and unbuttoned the sleeves of his flannel, letting see the new cuts and bruises from yesterday’s fight. You looked away when you’d caught yourself staring to the muscles clenching under his tanned skin, his biceps pressing against the shirt.

You cleared your throat and took another drag of your cigarette, filling your lungs with an oxygen that seemed to not exist.

Joel cleaned his wounds silently, rubbing alcohol on them like he had for the last decades. New scars would decorate his body, but that was okay. ‘Cause that meant that he had survived, he was still alive.

Soon enough he was done with her arms and had to move up to his face. You watched him struggle to find the right spot, struggle to clean the cut on his forehead properly.

You softly took the cotton from his hand, and he looked at you as you moved your chair closer to him. So close he could smell your shampoo, your deodorant and your perfume. It was intoxicating, but not as much as your presence, as your closeness.

He hissed when you pressed it against the cut, and even if his hands twitched with the need to stop you, he didn’t. You were focused on cleaning it up, on making sure it didn’t get infected, and he was focused on looking at you. At your pretty eyes and soft skin, your long curled lashes and your teeth biting down on your bottom lip in concentration. His heart was beating fast, hard against his ribs. He wanted you to be closer, to held you like he had yesterday, to help you heal the wounds that weren’t on the surface, but inside of you, throbbing with every one of your breaths.

You put ointment on it before moving to the cut on his bottom lip. That was the one that hurt the most. You noticed when he softly gripped your wrist.

He never pushed you away, only closer.

You looked at his lips, at how soft and plump they seemed. You looked away for just a mere second to leave the cotton aside and take in between your hands the ointment once again. He let go of your wrist, but your skin was still crawling on goosebumps, and you could still feel the warmth of his touch, remember the warmth of his hug. You wanted more. You’d been freezing for a year.

Your index finger met his bottom lip once again, spreading the ointment softly onto the cut. Tomorrow it would be almost closed and wouldn’t hurt anymore. He took a deep breath at the feeling of your touch, of your soft yet cold fingers.

You had already finished covering it completely, helping him. But you couldn’t pull away. Your finger softly outlining the plush of his lips. His eyes met your own when your tongue unconsciously dampened them. Your heart was beating hard, your skin breaking like ice under the sun. What is it that you wanted?

Your hand met his jaw as you thumb now pressed against the cut, smearing the ointment a little bit more even if it wasn’t necessary. You didn’t do it for him. You were doing it for yourself. ‘Cause your body was begging to be touched, to be held, and your mind was reeling with his warmth.

“Don’t look at me like that…” he whispered, and that’s when you met his eyes. They were dark, darker than the night, and soft, softer than your touch on him. You looked at him, with that goddamn beautiful face of yours, and he felt like melting, like dying when you looked away and let him go.

You silently stood up from your seat and walked inside your apartment, leaving him behind as you closed Laura’s door behind your back.

Your breathing was shaky, and your hands were clammy. This is trouble. You shouldn’t. Nothing good would come out of this. You couldn’t loose no one else, couldn’t up your heart once again just to get it broken again.

You tried to make up your mind, try to promise your heart to stay low, to stay safe. But you found yourself having yet another night when your mind wouldn’t shut up and your eyes would stay open.

And worst of all, found yourself looking through Laura’s desk cabinets ‘till your hands finally found that metallic little box that you swore would never touch again.

Soon enough, your fingertips were stained, and the hours seemed shorter.

The sound of something falling and breaking on the salon startled you. Your hands left aside what they were holding, your body jolting alive from your seat. Was there someone inside?

You took one of your daggers in your hand, cursing after having left your gun on top of the dinning table.

You stepped outside the room, softly, lurking. Your eyes adapted to the dark and noticed the light coming from the kitchen. You stepped closer, and that’s when you heard it.

“Shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” you let down your dagger, let it aside on the table, next to your gun.

“Ellie?” she turned to you, following your voice. She was holding something in between her hands. Something broken. A mug.

You looked at the floor, there was some of the ceramic little pieces that she couldn’t get left, decorating it like snow.

“What’s going on?” you inquired and stepped closer.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. I was trying to make some of that tea you drink to fall asleep but then it slipped and… Shit, I’m sorry for breaking it.” she blurted out, and you hushed her by taking her shoulders.

“It’s fine.” you said, and she shook your head.

“But-“

“Ellie. It’s fine. It’s just a mug.” you promised, and she let you take it from her hands to dump it on the trash can. “Now… Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on?” you inquired, looking at her, and she looked away, growing quieter…

“I…, had a nightmare.” she confessed, and your eyes softened. Oh.

She was awkwardly hugging herself, seeming little, seeming just like what she was: a kid.

You silently went towards the stove, where the tea she had sneaked from your jar was boiling and took the pot. You poured it on a new mug for her to sip from, and softly and carefully handed it to her.

She took it with just the same care, enjoying the warmth of it against her fingers.

“Come on.” you simply said, and she followed behind you, slowly stepping inside Laura’s room when you did. She looked just as dazzled as the first time.

You closed the door and that’s when she noticed the staining on your fingertips, the pages filled with charcoal all over the desk. She walked closer, and took a peak.

“Were you…, drawing?” she inquired and you let out a little smile, nodding, this time being you the one feeling embarrassed. “But… I thought Laura was the one who did.” you let out a soft chuckle that made her chest grew warm.

“Sure. But who do you think teached her?” her eyes widened and her mouth fell on a surprised smile.

“You dick!” you laughed when she whispered, inspecting the drawings. Some of them were simple, like flowers and animals, others were more complicated, like portraits of people you knew: Lizzy, Larry, Laura… Joel. She frowned just the slightest, but instead of questioning your motives and make you uncomfortable, she rather asked a: “Hey, and what about me?!”

You looked at her and her scowl. “You want me to draw you?” you eyebrows rose.

“Heck yeah. Though I’ll get mad if you make me look bad.” your chest bubbled with a new laughter.

“Alright. But first let me finish up the one I was drawing, alright?” she nodded and you took a seat on the desk, grabbing the charcoal in between your fingers once again. She stepped closed, inching by your side to watch as you sketched some leaves. Her stomach fell and her eyes shone. It was really simple, but truly beautiful. There was a moth, just like the one tattooed on your bag, with its wings spread open and showing her patterns, standing on two plants with their leaves fully exposed.

“It’s beautiful.” she whispered, and you felt your heart flutter. You never showed people your drawings, didn’t like to brag about your skills or let them out onto the world for it to see, but it had been a long time since someone complimented them, and that made you feel better. Maybe you hadn’t lost your touch after all.

“This?” you inquired as you rose the finished piece. “It’s not that impressive.” you shrugged and let her take it as he pushed the cup away and onto the free side of the desk, away from your sketches.

“Can I keep it?” her eyes full of hope and light looked into yours, and you melted.

“Sure.” you accepted and she only smiled harder, making you smile just the slightest as well.

She gave you her back, inspecting it over her head. She looked so happy. It was a mere simple drawing yet it had made her so happy… Made her forget everything about the nightmares that sometimes tormented her on her sleep.

You looked at her and back to your drawings, his face catching your attention. You hadn’t even noticed you had drawn him, drawn his side profile as he smoked, his eyes as he looked at you…

You pushed it underneath the rest as you rummaged them to clear up a little the space, trying to bury it where it belonged, deep into your head.

Ellie finished up her tea as you cleaned up, and after a couple of minutes of her chatting you up about all kind of stuff; about what she’d have liked to be if the world hadn’t turned into what it was now, about how she’d have loved to travel up and away into the sky, into the space, where only the starts would ever talk to her, she fell asleep on Laura’s bed, her new drawing on the night table behind her back. She was breathing slowly beside you, her wavy hair a mess all over her face. You shook your head with a smile and softly pushed it away and behind her ear.

You didn’t like strays. Didn’t like new people. Change.

But for once in your life, you hoped this feeling wouldn’t go away.

That they would stay.

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silentkasama · 2 months ago

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R1999: Just Reports (1.9 Lead-up In-game Activity)

in-game activity where a report is unlocked each day for five days; each day you are made to enter a password. you are given a code, enter the corresponding letters and that's the password. you get 400 clear drops, 5 picrasma candy, and other goodies. happy first anniversary, r1999

Day.1 (pw: boring)

/Survival Report

Congratulations on successfully completing the test. Those that independently cracked the code are deemed to have a highly developed left brain and are considered to be able to read the report on their own.

The following is the information contained in the report: None. In accordance with Laplace guidelines and the assigned task of deciphering the incantation, regular progress updates will be provided over the next twenty-two hours to document and verify advancements.

Summary: Currently, vital signs remain confirmed

Day.2 (pw: mrfishjar)

/Observation of the Teamlead

Based on internal data at Laplace, writing reports is considered as the second most effective way to prolong the perception of time; reading reports is the first.

In this report, I have noted that the teamlead showed signs of anxiety and became unusually irritable during our decoding operation. As part of my duties and out of personal interest, I will continue to monitor any fluctuations in the teamlead's emotional well-being.

Conclusion: It is generally accepted that straight lines represent relaxed eyebrows, while curved lines indicate a smiling mouth. The complete deciphering of facial expressions is fast approaching.

Day.3 (pw: msuncanny)

/Observation of the Director

I understand that the reader may not have enough free time to continue reading this report unless it is necessary for their job; my apologies.

The following is the content of the report: The director appeared emotionally stable when presented with the interim results of the decryption operation. Correction: I cannot confirm any noticeable emotional fluctuations in the director; they seem to be stable for the time being. Further observation will be temporarily suspended.

Summary: The expression system is the same as the masks, and after a right-brain assessment, I can no longer trust the verifiability of the emotions conveyed by this system.

Day.4 (pw: ihatearts)

/Day of Art Appreciation

Aside from upholding confidentiality obligations, the main purpose of the code is to weed out people with highly developed right brains, such as certain artists and arcanists.

The following is the content of this report: Efforts to decipher the pictorial messages sent by the investigators were unsuccessful. A proposal to go outside and turn into oil paintings to better connect with the artwork was rejected.

Summary: I strongly believe that combining cryptography with the works of Leonardo da Vinci has the potential to create a unique form of literature that would captivate and engage a wider audience.

Day.5 (pw: goodbye)

/Application for Leave

This report assumes that the reader has most likely skipped the first four reports. As a precaution, it is highly recommended that the reports be read in chronological order to fully grasp the information presented here.

The following is the content of the report: In praise of the director's efficiency oriented approach, and given the limited manpower in the technical support team, I have decided to temporarily stop writing reports and transition to another role.

Just a side note: I am quite intrigued by the Kingdom of Numbers on that island, as shown in the external intelligence. I'm thinking of applying to visit the island and talk to the natives about cryptography after today's events.

if you know where to look at previous similar activities, could you please point me to them? thank you

#posterity #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #r1999 #r1999: version 1.9 #r1999 lucy

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bg3fandomcritical-active · 2 months ago

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Welp I felt like I should throw my hat into the ring.

I am someone who enjoys Halsin, Wyll and Gale. And all I can say is outside of Gale, the other two's stories are nearly neglected or can be ignored entirely in some parts(seriously I missed recruiting Wyll cause I couldn't figure out where he was in the grove and didn't see him until I randomly found karlach and he showed up in the night)

But while Wyll's story could almost be completely ignored cause well his story relies on the player to do things for him in the sense that it more feels like he has zero spine in some of the scenes when it should be shown that he does and the only times your forced to acknowledge his storyline is finding Karlach and Mizora getting trapped in the mindflayer colony and thats about it cause fun fact you can actually miss the detail that his dads in the underwater jail in act 3. Halsin's is at least brought up a few times in act 2 but it's definitely not what it shouldn't be cause the cut content version of it would've actually made it so that he had an actual story outside of "Oh I gotta fix the lands cause my childhood friend is hurt and I'm a druid so the dying lands are bad." And at least have well ANY STORY IN ACT 3 AT ALL SERIOUSLY.

They both needed more character content and time, and before someone brings up the bear thing, I get it, it's fucking wierd as hell, and also yes Halsin shouldn't be replacing Wyll on the artwork, if anything Wyll himself should have more art in general, he's a great character that could've shown much better if more care had been put into him. Halsin also could've been a better companion if they didn't randomly throw Jaheira into the actaul cause well let's be real here that was just pure pandering to older fans of the game and also you get her at the end of act 2 which is arguably less time then you'll ever interact with Halsin(don't even get me started on Minsc don't get me wrong love the guy but he didn't need to be a party member they both should've been camp npcs.) Cause with the inclusion of Jaheira as a playable druid party member you now have 2 druids that both can do the same things which makes no sense from a part standpoint when we could've gotten someone of a different class that would've rounded things out like idk Alfira as an actaul party member instead.

I do apologize if I come off as harsh but I want people to know that well,, both of them could've gotten better character arcs and stories since they're both in act one, IF THERE WASNT TWO RANDOM FOLKS FROM THE OLDER BALDURS GATE GAMES, WHO MIND YOU ALREADY HAD THEIR STORIES AND ARCS, TAKING UP QUEST SPACE FOR PANDERING.

Seriously at least having Halsin tag along makes sense in the sense that he's grown fond of the player for helping him with the shadow curse and him being a playable druid helps give the class diversity, Jaheira as a camp npc to give you the stone lord quest would've not only made more sense but also would've free up room giving both Wyll and Halsin time for more scenes and story in act 3, hell I would've loved to see more of Wyll interacting with his father after saving him or him cursing out Mizora more for forcing him to chose between his father and his pact. I want to see a seen with Halsin showing disdain for the city for being a scourge on the wilderness outside of a companion walk around dialogue.

Tldr: Wyll deserves to have more story and be featured in more artworks and have his characyer handled better, Halsin deserves to have more story and scenes with his character and well something to do in act 3, and Jaheira and Minsc should've been camp npcs as a side quest and not companion cause they already had their stories told in the two previous baldurs gate games and didn't need to have even more in this one so that there could be room for the former two to get what they needed.

#bg3 critical #tw halsin

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rabbitenn · 1 year ago

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MATCHUP FOR @al-is-my-pal

hello, hun, and thank you very much for requesting ! your info is super detailed, so thank you for that too, it helped me determine your best match <3 (you seem like a v cool person btw !)

anyway, i really hope this is to your liking and i apologize that it took me a while to be able to get to it !

your idolish7 match is someone who encompasses the bubbly side you show when you’re with your loved ones. similarly to you, he really is a people’s person, wanting to know more about his friends and become closer to them. he is a romantic at heart, and he’s not shy to show it, which means he, like you, often expresses the beauty he finds in the mundane. he is someone who knows what it feels like growing up with not many close friends too, thus he loves fiercely and kindly.

so? do you already have an idea of who i’m talking about? hehe ~ come along, friend, he seems to have a confession to make…

♡ ROKUYA NAGI

Okay, so, I do genuinely believe Nagi is a really good match for you. You mention you struggle with social anxiety and your confidence, and honestly? There’s few people better than Nagi at making others feel appreciated and confident about themselves.

Don’t be fooled by his flashy exterior, because Nagi definitely understands emotions deeply. So when you’re overthinking and mulling things over, he notices right away. With a gentle tone, it is not uncommon for him to take your hands in his, deep sapphire eyes full of reassurance as he prompts you to lean on him.

Nagi also would be amazing at helping you get out of your shell more. His charm is truly magnetic, making you feel like you’re stepping into a magical world every time he encourages you to go out with him to try something new. How could you ever say no to his alluring winks, huh?

In terms of hobbies and interests, you two are pretty similar as well.

And isn’t it nice, to spend the evenings cuddled together, watching anime, while you work on your drawings and his arms are wrapped around you?

—

To anyone else, the bright and sparkly pinks of his room might come off as gaudy.

To you, however, they meant peace. A warm kind of calmness, where worries tended to melt away.

Your boyfriend’s tv is on, the ads previous to the show you await, nothing but white noise as your back rests against his chest.

Tablet in hand, you keep adding new shades to your masterpiece, roses and golds merging beautifully, an interlude of spring and summer on your fingertips.

Nagi’s chin rests on your shoulder, his arms circling your waist comfortably, sky hued gaze mesmerized by the movements of your pen.

“Is that Cocona, my girl?” He asks, tender smile on his lips.

You chuckle, hand still expertly adding color to your artwork.

“You always catch on quick when it comes to Cocona, don’t you?” You tease, tilting your face slightly to meet his gaze.

For a few seconds, you feel as if you had been put under his spell. You had always found him unarguably stunning, but something about seeing your boyfriend so at ease right now causes a million golden butterflies to spread their wings in your stomach, a comforting caress to your heart, as they flutter warmly.

You don’t know if he reminds you of distant gilded stars upon snowy skies or of the summer sun sometimes, but you’re completely entranced by his princely features as he smiles.

His lashes flutter closed for an instant, then:

“Well, she is my second favorite, after all.” He says, a knowing glint in his eyes.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Your second favorite? Nagi?” You let out a laugh. “Since when isn’t Cocona your number one?” You question, disbelieving, as you set your drawing supplies aside. “Has a new anime character stolen her spotlight?” You gasp, eager to know who your boyfriend’s talking about.

“Hmm… I wouldn’t say they’re from an anime, though I would certainly watch it if that were the case.” He smiles, expression soft.

“Then who is it? You’ve gotta tell me!” You beg of him, tugging on his sleeve, as you stand on your knees over the couch, excited.

He gives you one of his charismatic smiles, and you swear right now, no portrait you or anyone could ever paint would do Nagi justice.

“I’m looking at her right now.” Your lover announces, leaning a little forward.

Intently, you glance around his room, trying to discern which one of his non-Cocona figurines could be his most beloved.

However, an airy chuckle interrupts your actions.

“My dear, you won’t find her unless you look in a mirror.” The charming idol playfully says, tone brimming with affection, as his slender fingers cradle your cheek.

“Oh.” You breathe out. Heat rises to your cheeks, your chest, though it is not unwelcome.

He smiles sweetly, thumb tracing small circles over your cheekbone.

“That’s right, my darling.” He holds your chin in between his fingers, guiding your gaze to his, as if you weren’t already completely under the Northmarean prince’s charms. “You’re my favorite, always.”

Then, he leans in, hands cupping your face, taking you by surprise at first. A few moments pass, with his lips on yours, as you kiss him back. And even though this isn’t the first time, there was always something that felt like discovering a wrapped gift every time you kissed him.

Sweet and playful, tender, yet brimming with passion; to kiss Rokuya Nagi feels like making a wish upon the northern lights; so magical, laced in mystery despite all the brightness, luring you deeper into the firmament of all the love he holds for you.

By the time Cocona’s opening song starts playing on the tv, your lover’s lips are still on yours.

You have a few more instants, you both know that song by heart, after all.

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You mention you have a soft and gentle energy, which, to be honest, matches Nagi’s quite well. Yes, he is extroverted, incredibly charming and has a flair for the dramatic, but he loves his friends (and especially you) more than anyone else. He’s always there for everyone, managing to shine a little light when they’re feeling down. That, of course, includes you. But in turn, your kind and considered nature would make him see that someone is really there for him in times of need. By your side, he feels like he can let himself speak about what’s burdening his mind.

In the matter of your more bubbly and silly side that you show when you’re with close friends, Nagi would really be the perfect person to make you embrace it more. He can be very silly himself sometimes (affectionate), so in the moments you’re together, it’s not rare for you to let yourself be more free.

Your willingness to listen to people and learn about them pairs well with Nagi’s demeanor as well. We all know he adores anime and will talk about it with anyone who is okay with listening. So, having chats about his favorites with you, where you’re actually listening to everything he rambles about means the world to him. The sparkles in his gaze and the grin on his lips truly are precious.

In terms of more hobbies of yours, you two have more than just your love for anime in common.

Your love for music and singing is something he shares too, and he’ll be so, so happy to sing songs with you! And if you teach him how to play cello? He falls in love with you even more, if that was possible.

He’d find it so endearing how you love stuffed animals as well, plus he’s totally into the princess, angelcore and soft aesthetics you like!

Also, I can definitely picture you too having tea and some sweet treats while you game together or watch anime.

Regarding what you look for in a s/o, Nagi pretty much meets all the requirements. He’s kindhearted, will listen to you, always, both to the good things and the bad ones; his bright demeanor is enough to make you feel warm, as if things will turn out for the better, the reassuring affectionate words he speaks, making you feel safe every time.

Focusing on your mbti type now, Nagi is an enfp, which can help you (isfj) to develop your creative, dreamy side more. In turn, you, as an isfj, could help him prioritize work when he has to (and sleep, because if you let him, he’d spend the night watching Magical Cocona /lh but /srs).

As a 9w1 enneagram, you’re hardworking and modest, and while still friendly, you know how to be serious when needed, which pairs well with 7w6 (Nagi’s enneagram type) more enthusiastic and adventurous nature (and it goes both ways, you both complement each other).

You, as a libra, are more reflexive, considering various sides and outcomes before acting, whereas gemini (Nagi’s sign) are good conversationalists, smart and with a bit of a dual nature. Both yours and his characteristics make for a pretty solid pairing.

Summing it up, you and Nagi would make a very sweet couple, in my opinion. Both your personalities would get along well together, additionally to him being what you say look for in a partner.

♡ RUNNER UP: IZUMI MITSUKI

Like with Nagi, Mitsuki fits everything you look for in a lover; he undoubtedly has a kind heart, and who wouldn’t feel comfortable next to a sunshine like him? He’s excitable and energetic, without it being overwhelming.

Mitsuki is another great candidate to help you get out of your comfort zone more too. He has a knack for encouraging others, so you feel at easy when you do something new and he’s by your side.

There are moments, however, when he can feel like he’s not enough, and it’s in these instances when he has you to lean on. You try to always be there for others, doing your best to make them happy. And the truth is Mitsuki’s smile is worth everything when he looks at you with tender eyes.

Mitsuki loves idols, especially zero, and since you’re studying music and are into singing, I can easily imagine you two doing karaoke or singing some of zero’s songs (since Mistu is a fan).

He finds your quiet passion and ability to see the beauty in everything very endearing and adorable. He’s so cute when he gets lost in you with a lovestruck smile hehe.

#idolish7 x reader #idolish7 #idolish7 imagines #idolish7 matchups #idolish7 hadcanons #idolish7 x you #ainana #idolish7 scenarios #ainana x reader #idolish7 x y/n #idolish7 fluff #rokuya nagi x reader #nagi x reader #izumi mitsuki x reader #rokuya nagi #izumi mitsuki #anime matchups #anime x reader #anime imagines

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why-its-kai · 1 year ago

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Monthly Satellite Times update

apologies for a whole lot of nothing lately, despite having obtained 12/13 of the LaserDiscs, my project momentum kind of hit a brick wall bc depression been kicking my ass lately.

Good News Though:

-Stage 1 is nearly complete, it's fully scanned and stitched, currently working on the cleanup for page 3, which is the last one that needs cleanup. It's taking a long time bc this one was a bit tougher to extract the background from due to the sketchier artwork in the settei on the Production Preview pages and I'm very nitpicky when it comes to cleaning things up, haha. Also had to rescan and restitch this entire insert due to my scanner software having automatically sharpened all the scans, which causes issue on the cleanup process. These were my first scans done on my new pc so I had not realized that option was on by default on my software and simply forgot to check, oopsie. but yea i am about 1/3 done cleaning page 3. hopefully can have it done this week

-I managed to get to the library and try their large format scanner, which was large enough to scan the LD sleeve & obi strip I brought to try as well as whole pages of the entire Monthly Satellite Times, which means no stitching will be needed! the scanner is also much faster at 600dpi than mine is, so I'm going to try to get the rest of the inserts scanned that way to save me the stitching trouble as well as get all the LD sleeves & obi strips. the computer has a 1hr time limit for use but i was able to get everything i needed from the 1 LD in about 30 minutes so it will be multiple trips to get everything but hey it'll get me out of the house right ? haha

The Not Good News:

-I have been misattributing the Vash the Gallery artists, which I hadn't realized--the artist credits are for the artist featured in the previous volume! this was described on the Stage 1 insert (using google lens for translation) and due to my inability to read the language I had not figured this out sooner. oops. once the proper artists are figured out I will go edit the original posts featuring those detail scans. I know they have been reblogged many times already some of them and i feel bad for spreading misinfo....something i am trying to do the opposite of... I'm sorry !!!!!!

-I am still missing Stage 12 and on the lookout for a copy, preferably the LaserDisc but I'd take a tape if it has the insert included...idk just lmk if by chance you find any listings for Stage 12 !!!! i've been poking around a bit and have yet to find one..... also lmk if any listings for a complete LD Box 2 shows up, I am unhinged enough about this series to buy duplicates of 6/7 of the LDs I already have just to get 1 missing one + a cool box to match the LD Box 1 I do have, and also hopefully get the Stage 8 obi strip (which is the only obi I am missing)

And to end off, here's my entire Trigun original Japanese home media release collection at the moment, tehe (i forgot if i posted this pic already so sorry if it's repeat).

(I am planning on reselling one of my Stage 4 LDs, and any other potential duplicates I may end up with should I manage to get my hands on a LD Box 2)

#long post #trigun #trigun 1998 #monthly satellite times #laserdisc #trigun laserdiscs

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totaldramafan1998 · 2 years ago

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Zoke Week 2022 Rules and Prompts

Hello there, everyone! I first wanted to apologize for making you all wait for the prompts and rules for this year’s annual Zoke Week. I got distracted once again due to my ADHA issues as well as personal issues.

Anyhow, we’re in the final month of the year, which means Zoke Week is nearly here. Now then, as always, here is a reminder of the rules for Zoke Week.

Rules

1. The Zoke Week artwork and Fanfics must be rated PG-13

(Just remember, no NSFW content is allowed after the little incident I dealt with in Tumblr last year)

2. No Zoke Hate art at all (This week is not to post anti-Zoke artwork, it’s to show how much we care about Mike and Zoey)

3. Anyone who will participate can do any of the choosing prompts for this year or can do any past prompts from the previous Zoke Week.

(Or if you like, you can draw/write your own piece for Zoke Week with any theme you like)

4. You can post a Zoke Week entry early or late. Just not too early, okay.

5. You cannot… AT ALL! Bash another TD Couple, whether it’s canon, fanon, crack, or even an OC X TD Character ship at all! It’s not a week to show that Zoke is better than any other TD Couple, it’s to show how much we care about Zoke … that’s all.

6. You can also add a couple or more into your artwork or fanfic if you like to

(Just remember, it’s Zoke Week)

7. No stealing any other artist’s artwork.

(Including commissions, art trades, or requests you asked for) I’m serious about it, you must draw your own artwork or write your own fanfic

8. You can draw your artwork in any kind of style you want.

9. And… MOST IMPORTANTLY! Have fun!!!

There we go! Here is a reminder of the rules for Zoke Week 2022. And with that out of the way. Here are the official prompts/themes that shall be used for this year’s Zoke Week. All of them having the most votes that you all voted for in the Zoke Week 2022 Poll.

December 25th: Movie Night

December 26th: 1950s’ AU

December 27th: Pizza Night and/or Hanging out with Friends

December 28th: TDRama AU and/or Double Date with Cameron x Dawn

December 29th: Restaurant and/or College AU

December 30th: Tournament and/or Guilt

December 31st: Rhythm and/or Impulse

There you have it, everyone! These are the prompts that have the most votes that you all voted for Zoke Week 2022. I want to thank you all for voting in the poll.

Like always, Zoke Week begins on December 25th and ends on December 31st. Until then, enjoy the rest of your week and see you all on Zoke Week. Bye for now :)

#td mike #td zoey #total drama #total drama revenge of the island #total drama all stars #tdroti #tdas #zoke #zoke week #zoke week 2022 #Mike and Zoey #mike x zoey #total drama mike #total drama zoey

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starabram97 · 2 years ago

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----- I know this is an extremely late post but the reason for that was being afraid of what I perceived as an implicit threat to hurt me further if I ever spoke out. I've been told by the friends(?) of people who are associated with those who either treated this as a joke or expressed their disliking for me based on the allegations that they genuinely do not want to engage in any further drama about this, so after a lot of support to speak out trusting that everyone's interested in burying the hatchet, I'll be giving my piece. AGAIN, this is not to resurrect old, dead drama, but to amend misunderstandings. I want to make it VERY CLEAR that I do not want this to be taken as an excuse to attack anybody. Everyone makes mistakes, I did, they did, we all did in one form or another. I don't want people on either side to be harassed from what I'm revealing. Of course, I want to make another clear apology to anybody that has either been hurt or distressed by me for any reason. I do not want to hurt anybody, that was never my intention and I'm deeply sorry for it. ----- Now to start, I want to make it extremely clear that I am not a supporter of any racism, pedophilia, anti-semitism or any other hateful, predatory or otherwise stupid attitudes or opinions. Many of those who have investigated me on a personal level or have known me for years can attest to this. However, I cannot blame anybody for misunderstanding my silence on the matter regardless of reason. So that context of what I have to say is clear, I will try to split it into three parts that will help disprove allegations. == twitter.com/mega_strimp/status/1468592642585997317 == Previous public responses to this situation:

Understand that a lot of the images shown and things said in the main allegation post are taken out of context. I do not believe it was made by the poster to intentionally frame me wrongly, but I hope the following helps understand what's my and my friend's perspectives on this. ==================== 1. Strimp's Characters Art This was an artwork that he endorsed himself as part of some @#$%posting we would do. I have no idea why he's decided to lie about this, but whatever. Regarding his age, I only recently-ish was told he was 19 by him in an unrelated Kirby server. Prior to this, I had no idea how old he was and it did not help that he'd engage with these kinds of jokes in the past. (I want to note that Strimp said he just turned 19 on January of 2022, his Twitter states his birthday's on August 13 and the artwork was made on March of 2020, which implies he was 18 and not a minor, but I digress.)

==================== 2. The Fairy Queen Drawing This artwork is one of poor taste. However, I remember it showing developed breasts and I think pubes as well. Regardless, I am told by a friend that it's real and we all agree that the art style presented was an extremely poor choice (one I will never replicate for obvious reasons), however I want to note that this artwork was apparently made in response to a request... there is reason to believe it might have been requested to cause trouble as troll accounts have been seen posting a sketched-version with red headphones, but I no longer have evidence of that. edit (12-16-2022): User DeafeningGardenerPanda has suggested that I strikethrough the above comment to clarify that I'm not trying to shift blame onto trolls for past artwork. More clarification on this can be found on this Twitter post: twitter.com/StarAbram97/status/1601847651082727424 ==================== 3. "Raiding" of TG Server This is something that I do not understand why he calls a raid. This is a situation that was amended long before his post regarding two users egging on Strimp for having previously insulted the programmer , Wynaut, of the fangame " Project Ice Cream" - This situation was de-escalated and taken care of while alongside those who were banned and Light MetaS - we all agreed that tossing "brutal fighting-words" (memes) and egging on him "under his own roof" was grounds for a fair banning - Strimp was with us throughout this entire situation.

I do want to note that I have cought Wynaut starting arguments out of thin air with Strimp in public, which flies at the face of trying to operate in isolation on our project. Wynaut is no longer with us, so I cannot gather their reasoning for this. I cant agree with whatever Strimp wants to call the back-and-fourth, but I understand after investigating the timeline of events alongside Strimp's own friends that there was pointless drama fueling friction. Because Strimp (we believe) assumed that I knew this was going on, he likely thought I was involved in trying to start pointless fights. For more context regarding the events shortly prior to the allegation posts and Wynaut, the below images should detail it.

==================== 4. Edgy Political jokes regarding Kirby Characters To be honest, I fully take responsibility for the "Ultra Hyness", Meta-Knights Adeleine and Haltmann Conquerers memes - these are artworks made to laugh to between friends due to how ridiculous they are - specially as two of them are doing roman salutes. While I do nowadays better understand the sensitivity one can feel towards these types of jokes, I hope it makes sense that making fun of these things is to put them down and mock them, not to promote the context of their joke. I want to note that Strimp and his friends who promoted the allegations post share this type of edgy humor in one form or another, so I don't know why it was brought up in this light. I do want to re-state that if for whatever reason these jokes or types of @#$%posts have offended or hurt you somehow, that I am sorry. I truly mean it when I say that all I hoped was to make people laugh.

==================== 5. Regarding who I am as a person and Final Allegations. I want to note here that the following statements are not mine's but of people that have known me for a very long time. Although some may want to argue there's a bias involved, please take note of their honesty towards me and the mistakes I've done.

Both these statements come from friends/contributors of TG and Strimp, some of which y'all might recognize. In the past, I naively expected anyone genuinely interested in figuring out the truth of a situation to consider these kinds of opinions, but I'm only recently coming with the realization that I need make a statement of my own, as the silence has not contributed at all.

===== IMPOSTORS, ALTS AND TROLL ACCOUNTS ===== === https://twitter.com/MasterUja/status/1590906956843483136 === Below I will explain my experience with harassment campaigns that go back years and how they've affected this situation. Like many others, if you were unaware of this prior, you might come to realize that in this situation it is possible that both me and Strimp are victims and that this whole string of events is all a misunderstanding. Why did I argue that my accusers were/are playing foul? The history between me and harassment accounts go all the way back almost 5-6 years. As stated in one of the statements about me above, it was born from a splintering between people who wanted to use free speech to be rambunctious and those who wanted it as a cherry on top for a space meant for artists to make music videos and games. There are multiple people that can attest to having been invited to the split-off space years ago, they've described to me that this was a space where they would set up literal "fuck star" chatrooms and do nothing but plot raids against me, try to dig dirt non-stop and generally circle-jerk about how awful I am for calling them out as undesirables to the space. (Again, this is what I've been told - I personally avoided this space and had no interest in meddling in their free-will hence my general ignorance of it) PLEASE DO NOT hold the following stuff against those who perpetuated it. I do not want drama, but I want to let the world know what my whole perspective is and why there was friction between me and Team Gamble, friction that lead to the allegations post. For years, I've been begging the admin (Diamond) of the space to please ask that the particular members members involved with trolling tone it down and to not harass my friends. Over time of being told I was being a crazy conspiracy theorist for even thinking that, or be given a fake "safe space" to spill my guts with the admin, eventually limited to only asking those who were mutual friends that did not agree with the trolling but did want to keep in good terms with the splintered group, I've been sent this as a response when openly trying to rationalize if it's all a figment of my imagination or not.

I want to note that the questionable users have told me that this is a thing of the past and that they do not engage in this behavior anymore. However, I want to show this because it is critical to understanding what perspective I hold regarding why all of this has happened. The following Screenshots are public and were published by a twitter account that goes by "@TeamgambleT". In these screenshots, you can see the admin and users that previously thought of slandering me as fun, calling me slurs and other things closely interact with the inner circle of Team Gamble.

Below are examples of troll accounts that reacted to the fallout at DreamCrafter. Note the Date (if it matters)

AGAIN, I do not want to point fingers, but make it clear what shaped my perspective regarding this whole situation - What you make of it should be based on whatever all these things mean to you as an outside observer.

As of the time of writing this, this Twitter block list is exclusively made up of impostor, troll accounts and a few people who would spend time to spread allegations on me. When said accounts are looked through, they often interact closely with Team Gamble. Impostor accounts have a history of sexual misconduct with others, often minors and have a history of posting a lot of racially charged gay sex videos and other types of content making a mockery of skin color or sexual deviation. They've also been used across Discord to do similar activities. These accounts also have a history of harassing TNHGameRemixes for being black, which seems fueled by past friction between him and Strimp when I was being consoled and being helped in putting together evidence of troll account behavior.

Above are examples of impostor accounts interacting with people and even a popular gimmick account in a mock conversation. This account's best known for it's awesome "THE SKELETON APPEARS" meme. People might have noticed that the account is also used to refer to me by name to target me, and only did so once it knew of my new account which contrasts with the prior interactions of "owning" me for fake NFTs. I personally do not mind this, but it's worth noting the same people that participate in a lot of the content above are related to the few gimmick accounts. A reason for my silence has been the fear of the implicit threat to use said gimmick accounts to target me in retaliation for any drama that might arise from explaining my side publicly. It would certainly explain why an account of over 25k followers would target one with less than 50. However, again, this is just an explanation of my perspective and the silence I've held onto. The folks behind this content should be allowed to thrive making content that is fun and meme-tastic. Although i would prefer not being targeted like this, I would lie if I said I do not enjoy the account's content and memey edge. ....

Lastly, I want to make it clear, once again, that my intention is to explain my side for once and let people see what things look like from me and my friend's perspective - to understand my personal reasons to having stayed silent and why I feel like I'm taking an incredible risk to post this online. I've made it clear to many people throughout the whole time, going back over a year in private phone calls and even people who would allow me to vent about this that all I wish is peace with others. That I do not blame anybody for having issue with my past jokes and sense of humor. I live with the shame of thinking I might have hurt somebody, and am reminded every. single. day. But even through it all, I still reach out hope that these things can be amended and that everyone involved could agree to bury the hatchet and move forward our own ways. I've been silent, isolated and trying to only do things in my own space - not bothering anybody, not interacting with the greater fandom, dealing with the unavoidable anxiety and stress that I can only imagine would make anybody weaker-willed think of suicide as a viable escape. People have been hurt from this, including those the people involved with trolling and fake allegations called their close friends. There are victims of this that churn my heart every time I think about them and the guilt they expressed for all this. The following images are posted not with permission, but I hope that those who saw this person as a very close friend can understand the amount of harm they're causing others by enabling all this pointless, overblown allegation nonesense.

I thank anybody from the depths of my heart for reading through this. I genuinely feel like in retaliation I might be targeted with a force beyond my imagination, so please understand how I feel to post this and why I was silent. As a last note, This was a public apology I made on my last Twitter account. It was made under the supervision of Strimp and some friends of his that helped get in touch. Sadly the conversation was not perfect on his part, but I hope it expresses how badly I wish that this can all be put behind and for all this harassment to stop - but also express how deeply sorry I am for anybody I would have hurt in the past.

Thank you for your time.

================= Update 2.21.2023 added image and expansion regarding pufferfish inside-jokes, references to being "famished" relating to impostor and troll accounts.

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Hi... I'm feel very depressed... Why?😟

This month wasn't so lucky. My old hard drive (that contains all of my files including my precious artworks, files, videos, etc.) will soon be dead, then my life is completely silent.😟😔😭

As of now, I don't have the earnings for paying the disk recovery store to save my hard drive & I'm still desperately finding a job in the middle of the pandemic. My apologies for my emotion, I don't think that I would not continue my tech & misc. item topics until I'm completely cured of frown condition.😟

Well, that's all for now...

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My Keweisi USB Multifunctional Tester review (w/ my paper dolls) - Part 2 (Final) [Sept 14th, 2022]

(1st & 2nd Images) Alright, so for this final part, I’m testing out my Keweisi USB multifunctional tester with three functional devices. My 20000mAh Romoss power bank had dried out the energy juices, so now it’s time to charge up! Well, I would say an “unofficial” charging test, but, this is Keweisi’s USB multifunctional tester we’re talking about. 🙂⚡🔋⏱️

If you haven’t seen my 1st part (1st & 2nd half), then please click → [CLICK ME! #1], [CLICK ME! #2].

So, without further ado, let’s get started!

Record video 🎦📲 [Pls watch my record video.]:

• Okay so, to get this working test, I plug my Huawei USB wall charger before the multifunctional tester. Once the two combined, the tester lit showing the stats in rainbow color fonts. Nice! And then my two remaining tools to plug in. I should plug the USB type A first before hitting the power bank w/ my message USB type C cable. Once all set up, the tester is now timing and other parameters. And according to that, my Huawei USB wall charger is a 2A or 2 Amperes, which is a fast charger (if not certified as Quick Charge 3.0 technology ❌⚡🚅). (Please see 3rd & 4th images ↓).

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My Adata HD330 2TB External Hard Disk Drive Review (with my Paper Dolls) - Part 2 [May 11, 2022]

Hello! This is Part 2 of my new item review, the Adata HD330 External Hard Disk Drive (with my paper dolls).😁

In this part, I'm going to show ya my comparison between my recent external hard drive (on the left) & my old broken one (on the right) is my Western Digital My Passport Essential 500GB.

But before that: I would like to apologize for the long delay. My parents are busying extending our house to make more space 🏠🔨, plus the voting election in my country 🇵🇭🗳️, and of course... Umm... I felt emotional & depressed. The latter was the concern of my 160GB (3.5 inch) hard disk drive's life that was on the line 😟 because I made a dumb decision when I disassemble it & see what's the problem via following instructions without my knowledge about the hard disk drive. That 160GB HDD contains my artworks 🎨🖌️, photos 🖼️ & other files 📁 that are my precious memories from 2016 & beyond, and I can't retrieve them anymore. So, I REALLY NEED to find a good professional disk recovery store to save my files, but it'll be very expensive to pay & I don't have enough money. I guess, I DO REALLY NEED a job to earn my profits. *sigh* Without my precious files, there will be no... ME. And my life will be a downward spiral of depression.😔

Anyway, back to my topic... If you haven't seen my previous part, then please [CLICK ME!].

So, without further ado, let's get started:

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• [1st Image] As I said in my intro, you're looking at my two external hard disk drives. Despite the design & look, my Adata HD330 is taller than my old WD (short for Western Digital).

• [2nd Image] Another thing was the HD330 had shock & drop proof with built-in silicon case around the plastic shell case & also the interior 2.5 inch HDD, though I still need to buy a rugged hard case for extra protection. Whereas my old WD My Password Essential has nothing but four rubber pads on the back.

Little story 📖: My former BF actually purchased this Western Digital external HDD at the local tech store for me as a token of our friendship, and I was very surprised back then when I was in my high school days. *Sigh* 😌 Memories, I would never forget that moment.

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TBH, that latter shouldn't be "No. 1", in the first place. Mainly, because of F---ing "sexbots" (geez, I can't believe I said that) that I literally despise, to this day. 😡 Damn, f----ing b----es. Ehem, my apologize for the rude vocabulary...😒 Here's hoping in 2023 will obliterate all "sexbots" because nobody likes seeing their disgusting posts.

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