#and then tell me its not their area and im like well im fairly certain that there isnt a doctor who is going to specialise in

[hoiburto]

yeah so can medical professionals take a moment to gauge whether the patient will be happy about nothing coming up on results before they deliver it like happy news

like yes I'm sure I should be glad there's nothing on the scan, or the blood test, unfortunately this means that my chronic debilitating pain is still unexplained! so thanks but I actually am going to burst into tears right now 💥

[themarginalthinker]

OK HI IM BACK

This is mostly going to be train of thought, so bear with me here. If it's incoherent, I'm so sorry :c

First, I'll say that Imalia's situation is fucking horrifying, and not because she's a Nos. She might not have been a peach in life, but no one deserves to come home one night, have a strange man in your space, be assaulted by that man, taken with him away from your work, friends, family, your LIFE, and expected to suddenly live under him for possibly eternity while everyone around you makes snide remarks about you being a 'fallen beauty queen' and disregards the pain you're in every day for the rest of your unlife.

I don't hate Imalia, I feel fucking sickened by her situation. She's not a pleasant person, and I don't blame her a single word.

Should she be going after Tawney? No, but it's not really about Tawney. She's a placeholder for Imalia's real trauma, that, because it's a Kindred older than her and also her sire, she'll never be able to touch - and in some ways, she'll never even THINK to touch. Gary's little narrative has worked its wonders in redirecting Imalia's wrath from the root of that pain and horror. Nice going, Gar.

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I've said this before in a post, I think, about how the Nos's symbol is a mask - in itself a symbol of hidden/false identity, projection, and to a further extreme story telling and conveyance of information (ie, the greek chorus to an audience). So, let's talk about vtm Nosferatu and identity.

I think out of all the clans, the Nosferatu exemplify the issue of identity and even a strata of queerness within the world of the Kindred. Even among those pushed to the edges of the inner circles, such as Gangrel, who often go there by choice, Malkavians, who are not there by choice usually but are too diverse of a group to neatly fit into one space, and Tzimisce who, if they so chose, could fit into whatever box they like. Nosferatu cannot do that.

They cannot change what they are, what they look like, and in some way it frustrates the greater Kindred world. It's not that they particularly care what the Nos look like - it's because they cannot CONTROL what the Nos look like, and how the rest of the world will see them. In many respects it's like chronic illness, or, well, a disfigurement in the real world. People hate what they cannot control, even subconsciously, and someone who 'won't get better' or a person who has Changed in a certain way that cannot be made 'normal' again makes them feel out of control, and thus threatened.

They do not want to look at the Nosferatu, not because their disfigurements are particularly bad - most canon concept art for them is fairly fucking tame, I've seen far, far worse done to these poor ocs in the fandom sphere, and if you want Actually Horrific, look at the FUCKING TZIMISCE WHO DO THAT SHIT WILLINGLY - but because the Nosferatu remind them with just existing that whatever Kindred society is doing is nothing but a giant game of dress up.

Of clinging to an identity that might not actually fit at all anymore, but because the face you see in the mirror every night is unchanged, the old identity MUST fit. It HAS to. Otherwise, you cannot function.

When you become Nosferatu, you HAVE to not only change, but accept that change, or you will either lost whatever mind you had, or lay down and not get back up again. They do not get to choose what happens to them, how long it takes, when it happens. It just. Happens. Total loss of all control.

That's frightening. It's uncomfortable to think about, so let's put it where we don't have to see it, think about it, acknowledge that it's there. It's very easy to take the discomforted feelings towards something and twist them into another to hide the reasl narrative. Uncomfortable thoughts when seen? Well. They look hideous, so of COURSE it's not nice having them around! Get shoved out of the 'nice' places in the world, forced to take residence in the worse areas? Well, they seem to LIKE being there, so it serves them right if we don't like them! They don't seem to WANT people to like them!

The circle of thought goes round and round.

Nosferatu are, in my mind, also 'not gay as in happy, but queer as in fuck you'.

There are a lot of boxes one can put them in to try and keep them out of the way, but they'll still scoot that damn box back into your line of sight and then only put one foot in it just to spite you. 'You can't say I'm NOT in your little box! :D'

Are they the disgusting beings haunting trashpiles and sewers and all the unwanted places of the world? Loving turning beauty into horror, seeing the good die and decorating with its rotting corpse? If they can't have something pretty, no one can?

Are they misunderstood monsters, beasts with hearts of gold? Do they project an air of ugly so to keep those who would not go through the turmoil of digging through the garbage to find that diamond away?

Are they just ugly, and that's that? Do you have a right to call them that, even when they call themselves that? Is there more? Less?? Do you even want to know???

The Nosferatu exist outside of mainstream Kindred society, and whether it's by choice or being unwelcome anywhere else, they have found each other and other individuals who were also given the boot. There is honestly no community like that found when someone can understand your pain. There is no understanding like seeing a mirror of yourself, reaching out, and the mirror holds your hand and says 'I'm here, and soon, you will be too.'

The Nosferatu isn't about beauty, because we can ask 'what IS beauty' and run ourselves to death trying to answer that question. We won't. The Nosferatu are about knowing every aspect of yourself, even the parts you don't want to see, because seeing those parts for what they are helps make you whole.

ok, rant over, I'm sorry again this is a whole lot of nothing-ramble

I am by no means an expert on VtM lore, but a lot of the Nosferatu's behavior towards vanity in both Kine and Toreador is... iffy. In theory, it's an insightful perspective on how we put too much stock in physical beauty and our libidos can be a factor in our overall shortcomings. In practice, it comes off as incel/generally misogynistic. Especially with that whole 'Cleopatra' jargon.

I think Bloodlines demonstrates this the best. In the Warrens, you meet two Nosferatu that Gary Golden sired. Mitnick and Imalia. Mitnick was 'embraced' by Gary because Mitnick was a hacker who actually was skilled enough to get into a Nosferatu database. Meanwhile Gary had Imalia turned into a Nosferatu because... she was pretty? And kinda full of herself?

You see what I mean?

Now granted, Bloodlines is almost twenty years old now, but I've yet to see anything from the IP that suggests it's gotten better.

[windvexer]

hello! i have been wanting something for some time, but my current spirits are unable to provide it. i was doing some divination and a new spirit popped up, and says that it can provide this. can i trust this spirit considering that i don't know it so well and that this thing that i want occupies my mind quite a lot and? or is it likely that it is a trickster? i have no issue with tricksters, i would just prefer to know. sorry im being quite vague and general, i can be clearer if its unclear. 1/

2/ or because it occupies my mind so much, is it likely that my discernment is faulty? thanks

Checklist for people who are open to random spirits replying to their communication:

Is your working area warded against malicious, liar, or manipulator spirits?

Have you enchanted your divinatory tools or protected your divination space to compel spirits to tell the truth?

Are you in touch with very trusted guardian or guide spirits who can give you their informed opinion on the newcomer?

Do you have a set process for vetting spirits?

Did this spirit tell you where it came from and why it wants to help?

Do you have a reputation among your local spirits as someone who fairly employs spirits to work on your behalf?

If the answer to any of the above is no, my distrust would begin to climb.

Whether or not the spirit is a trickster is irrelevant. What matters is whether or not the spirit is lying to you and trying to manipulate you.

As someone who's practiced spirit work for quite some time, including once working with lots of random spirits:

I now do not ever work with random spirits who approach me. If there is something I need to accomplish which is outside of my abilities and that of my current retinue, I specifically seek out certain spirits (usually those of the land) and ask them for help.

I do think that as people, when there is something we really want a lot, we are more likely to overlook red flags if we think that path might be able to deliver something to us.

During your decision-making process, continuously ask yourself what advice you would give to a friend in the same situation. How much trust would you encourage them to invest in a stranger who showed up randomly?

[plush-rabbit]

Corruption Kink + All Might - Headcanons

Request: Hey! I dunno if you're still taking requests for all might, but if you are and you have space, could i request a pre-injury all might x f!reader fic? I was thinking the reader could be significantly younger than him, with like a bit of a corruption kink and a lot of guilt for Toshi. I thought that one shot you wrote for him was adorable! Take care, bunny :)

A/N: Headcanons seem easier for me since I’m still new in writing Toshi (im also not sure if this is entirely corruption but i hope you like it)

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To the public, All Might is the Symbol of Peace, he’s everything that children and heroes want to become. However, you know him better than that. Or at least, you know him in a way that others don’t and some that possibly wish they did. Toshinori is much older than you, everything about him screams of authority and power that you wish for. The public can approach him, ask for pictures and smile beside him. They can hold his hand and stand beside him, but you, on the other hand, can't do that. What you can do is more intimate, more than what anyone can wish for.

He’s an older man, and he’s a hero. He’s supposed to know what’s best; he’s supposed to be the responsible one in whatever relationship he’s in. You’re the complete opposite from him- you don’t have to worry about the status of being a hero, you don’t have these gruelling responsibilities that he has. While you two are together, he has yet to formally announce to the public about the relationship, which you don’t particularly mind. You know how it would look if he was seen out with a much younger partner. You could already picture the headlines and the comments that would appear, the slander that would go towards your partner. You’re okay with just playing the secret partner; if you were to be honest with yourself, you actually welcome the secrecy, the little bits of love and knowing that you’re the only one to see him in such a light that is anything but the hero face that he shows.

Due to the secrecy in the relationship, most dates are held at home. However, the idea of at-home dates that you both have are quickly depleted and repeated. Frustration plays a part, something heavy and thick in the air. You both are consenting adults, one that is just frustrated at being stuck at home with their partner and the other that holds the weight of the country on their shoulder. It’s only natural that the frustration would turn into something more primal and raw, that you two would comfort each other and become stress relievers to each other. You’re both still fairly young- despite the age gap that puts you at a much younger age than him- and couple that with stress and ansty feelings about the relationship, it leads the two of you to explore a rather more sexual aspect.

The Symbol of Peace is something that is untainted in the eyes of the public. He isn’t necessarily pure- often asked about the features that he seeks out in potential partners- but he is someone who is held to a high standard. He’s a savior to the people, the reason for the lack of crime. He’s the Symbol of Peace and you get to corrupt that. You get to twist his image behind closed doors. He comes from heroism, he holds the image of the golden boy well. On the other hand, you don’t have to worry about the image you hold, you can only hope to make time for your personal life and not make a bad impression on the people you meet. You get to see him in other ways that people could only dream of; you get to see him beg on his knee, his iconic grin ruined, stuffed with a gag and drool covering his chin as he bows before you.

His shoulders are weighed down by the country, by the responsibilities that he has to bear. He’s so used to being admired, to be the number one hero, that when you come along and tilt his head, your lips curved into an almost sadistic smile, he’s willing to listen to you. Even when he's on top, he’s doing what you tell him, listening to every command that you have to say, he’s opening his mouth and suckling on your breasts whining with your pert nipple his mouth as his hand desperately latches onto your body. His cock will be naked, rubbed against your thighs as he begs for release, whimpering about how it all hurts too much. He lets you take the lead, he does whatever you tell him to do, too drunk on lust to actually do anything more than whine and buck his hips into your greedy cunt.

Always in his All Might form, he has yet to reveal his smaller size to you. Perhaps it comes from trust issues or that he wouldn’t know how to bring it up so far into the relationship, but he’s always big around you. At first he felt a twinge of guilt of having you take him in his bigger form, to thrust his cock inside of your cunt and hear you yelp in pain, but if he were to be honest the sound of you in pain added with how your nails would dig into his skin, turned him on in a way that he hadn’t ever thought about. While he gets drunk off of lust from having you take control over him, he also has this more lustful nature to take control over you. He wants to witness as his bulging cock enters you, to hear you cry his name and arch your back to fill his hand with your soft breast and wipe the beading tears away from your eyes. He wants to know that he’s the reason that you’re crying, that it’s because you simply couldn’t handle his cock.

Corruption isn’t something that he wants to say- it leases a bitter taste on his tongue that doesn’t wash away so easily. He doesn’t want to admit that he’s corrupted, he doesn’t want to think what that word means when he’s out on patrol. He wants to rescue people, to help others and be the hero that he want to be rather than think about how soft the inside of your sex is and how it seems to mold to his shape. On certain nights, he’ll visit you when he’s supposed to be out on patrol. He’ll knock on your door and claim that he’s doing an inspection- something that he says for him, just to find a worthy excuse to actually leave his patrol- and he;l lock the door behind him. His moans aren’t loud enough to drown out your words, how you claim how he’s grown idle in his responsibilities- that he would prefer to have his cock sucked on rather than go out and patrol the area. But he is your hero, and you have to at least thank him for taking care of you for the time being that he is there, asking him with his cock in your hand and a devious smile played on your lips if you’re just special or if he does the same with others.

As a hero, he has built his stamina and you welcome that with eager arms and lips. Even after he’s reached his climax, he’s still hard, thrusting lazily into you, begging you to make him release once more. He’ll hold you close to him, his arms thick with muscle and littered with scars, his lips pressed against yours, his tongue thick as it fills your mouth. He wants to keep you close, to hold you and keep his cock buried inside of you until either you or him are too overstimulated to actually continue. You welcome it, you want him to say, to have him pleasure you and think about your needs for the day. Your lps will press against his neck, leaving a bright make in its place. Your words are alluring, asking him to stay the day with you, to ignore his responsibilities for the day and stay nestled inside of you. You promise him that if he were to stay the day, that you would try whatever he wanted, tightening around him and kissing his lips.

You encourage him to stay home by playing on his status. The streets are much safer thanks to him, he’s the reason for everything good right now. Just the mere sight and mention of him is enough for criminals to stop in their tracks and return home with their tails between their legs. He’s allowed to stay home, he’s allowed to take a bit of time for himself to just rest his cock between your thighs and fuck himself between your thighs. It’s during these times that you’ll grip his hair and have him kiss at your sex, pressing your thigh against the side of his head. You’ll tell him how he’s such a good boy, doing all the dirty work that other heroes would rather not do, running your hand through his hair and telling him nothing but sweet things.

There’s pleasure that you take, having him nestled so close to you, almost dependent on emptying himself inside of you. You were the one to reduce the number one hero into a puddle of goo. You were the one to see Toshinori as a sweaty mess, to have him nurse on your breasts and suck on your sex as if it held the sweetest nectar that he would ever have. You convince him to stay. You sit naked on his thigh as he wears his hero outfit, your sex pressed and leaking in heavy arousal onto him. You know that when he goes out, he’ll carry your mark on him. He’ll remember the way that you taste, how you bite into his shoulder and how he humped your leg like a dog, his semen dirtying the inside of a costume. You were the one to reduce the hero to nothing but some sort of lust-filled man who can only muster the thought that he had to release himself inside of you, to fill you with his cock until you’re leaking with his seed.

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: hello! i (19F) have adhd and possibly have autism (also english isn’t my first language so forgive me for any mistakes). my question:

i got out of high school last year (school year here ends in november). i didn’t know what career i wanted to follow (still don’t, though i have narrowed it down to a few and i know what i don’t want), so i entered an interior design class because it kind of interested me, but i ended up not really liking it and left. now im planning on studying fashion, because its something i’ve always been interested in and whenever i think of what career to follow fashion always pops up.

most of the careers i have interest in doing are in the humanities (specifically arts) area, because its what i have always had an inclination towards. but i have a big fear that, because arts isn’t valued in my country, choosing a career in that area might make it so i won’t be able to be successful or make enough money to be comfortable.

however, because of my adhd, choosing a career that i don’t like because i might be successful and make money will probably make me miserable, since i won’t get any dopamine and serotonin and won’t find motivation to work etc., which i hate because i don’t want to choose something that won’t pay well or lead me anywhere simply because i like it.

i have a necessity of having an idea of whether a career could work out or not, based on how valued it is, how much it pays etc, but since most careers i am considering are artistic, they might not pay well or allow me to rise up and be successful. so whenever i think of the future i feel anxious and terrified because i can’t see where it might go since i don’t know what to do, and just doing things without thinking about them is hard for me.

i’ve been trying to go and take classes of something to see what i end up liking or disliking, but i hate jumping in head first and i fear im wasting time and not getting anywhere. i can’t make plans for the future because i can’t know what it’ll bring, since i don’t know what job i want to have.

is this a universal experience for teenagers/young adults, or can it be backed up by mbti? and if it’s not universal, which mbti is most likely to feel this way? im fairly certain im an intj (and sure im an intuitive & thinking type and a 5w6 sp), but because intj is always described as being able to tell what will happen and have a vision i have been struggling to connect with that aspect of it. what do you think?

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1) I don't guess at type. If you don't know your type and you want my help with it, do a thorough type assessment according to the instructions on the contact page. If I don't know your type, it very much limits my response. I will not give suggestions about type development as long as I have doubts about whether you are typed accurately.

2) You are stuck in analysis paralysis because you've fooled yourself into believing there is an ideal/perfect choice to be made. It's not realistic. There is no career out there that can meet all the requirements you have. Every job has its up and down sides. The question is which upsides are worth bearing the downsides for.

A career in the arts requires you to be creative in coming up with good ideas, brave in taking risks for advancing your career, flexible in going where the opportunities are, and resilient in bouncing back from setbacks and failures. There is no way to be certain whether you can handle it until you try it. Some types may develop these traits more easily, but anyone can do so, if they have the will.

Would you rather have tried, discovered the truth, and then changed course as necessary? Or would you rather have never tried, spent a lifetime wondering "what if", and loathed yourself for being a coward? I don't tell people what decisions to make, as that would defeat the purpose of self-development. I only point out when judgments and decisions seem rational/irrational.

3) Contrary to popular belief, career decisions are not life-or-death decisions. It seems like you believe there is only one decision to be made, and making it wrong results in a doomed life. Of course, choosing the right career is important, but it's not a decision that is written in stone and held over your head forever. People change career paths all the time, even multiple times throughout life. That's just how the economy works nowadays.

You can view change as "wasting time", which is the wrong way of looking at it. Or you can view it as giving yourself the compassion and freedom to discover who you really are and what you really want to do. Fulfillment in life is found through the journey, not the destination. Generally speaking, people who feel extremely confident about the future are living under some kind of delusion - it's not something you should want.

4) It seems you may have an unconscious fear of failure infecting your decision making process, which is unhealthy. Failure is a life necessity. Why? It is the main vehicle for personal growth. If you believe you can get through life making perfect decisions with no mistakes ever, you're going to place incredibly unrealistic demands on yourself, and who wouldn't buckle under that pressure? It is self-imposed pressure. Life is not a race to be won. Live your life the way you need to. Perhaps you should read through the posts on perfectionism, since you seem to be inflexible or too black-and-white in your view of things.

5) Choosing a career that fits you well involves knowing yourself well. The fact of the matter is, knowing yourself well is a lifetime endeavor. What works for you at 20 may not work for you at 30 or 50. There is no age at which you will be right in saying, "That's it, I know everything there is to know about myself." Every experience you go through in life teaches you a little something more about who you are. All you or anyone can ever do is make the best decision possible based on what you know at that moment. And when your knowledge changes, you always have the option to change your path as necessary to match up with your new knowledge.

If you suffer from a deep fear of change, it's a psychological issue that should be addressed sooner rather than later. Yes, not making enough money is a scary prospect. But I think a scarier prospect is having zero faith in oneself to handle difficult times - I could not live well thinking so little of myself. It seems you want life to always be predictable and feel secure, which is out of touch with the reality of how life works. This is not the right way to alleviate fear. The right way to alleviate fear is to face it, believe in yourself, and keep walking. As long as you are building up your skills properly, there will always be opportunities available to you around the next corner... but that's assuming you're open-minded to change and able to welcome new directions. If you call yourself an Intuitive, better learn to use your intuition better to embrace potential and possibility.

There are things you can do to speed up the process of knowing yourself, such as: exploring and trying new things, setting goals to challenge yourself systematically, developing your latent potential, getting help or constructive feedback from others, undergoing therapy, doing aptitude and personality tests, etc. You shouldn't be fretting about not knowing what you want - that's normal. The problem you should worry about is how you hold yourself back from being out in the world and learning what you need to learn.

[risingfenyxfire]

ok, no. now my brain refuses to drop the PN2 age thing, so here we go i guess:

beginning of PN2. we enter the building, and the first thing hollis says to us is in regards of asking who we are. raz was the last person entering the building, so the others are already gone off to their locations and thus raz and hollis are alone when she asks. benefit of the doubt for whoever attempted to contact headquarters for assistance during PNRoR, so lets say the info about raz was also passed along. (fairly certain we dont hear any dialogue of the contact attempt, but also my memory is terrible so its really a toss up tbh)

wait. hang on. i very vaguely remember reading a text post saying we contacted the motherlobe, and talked with someone? and it was nick/gristol? who subsequently just. didnt pass the message along. (do not quote me on this, i also havent slept in two days, i could absolutely have simply Dreamt the “post”)

either way, no one at headquarters knew about raz At All. hollis only chucked him in the interns program as an afterthought/stopgap placement to keep an eye on him, since he did show up alongside the (successful!) rescue party. probably.

lili stayed with her father, sasha immediately took laboto to his lab, milla (i believe) either went with sasha or went to go meditate on finding labotos employer, and oleander… well i dont know what he did but it definitely wasn’t anything to do with the interns.

and thus we meet the interns. who, at this point, are probably drawing conclusions about him from the program rules. they are absolutely going by the minimum age requirements at least, since that is something definitely found in program qualifications. (there are intern program rules. probably. most likely.) and what reason would they have to question/doubt the rules?

so they treat him like a teen (like them) who suddenly just appeared out of nowhere. because for all they know, him being there is threatening to kick one of them out. (i am absolutely positive there is a limit to intern numbers. there is an interns dorm. its psychics, not magicians, it cant be bigger on the inside. so. defined dorm area = limited dorm space = limited program spots)

thus the hazing and general shitty treatment towards raz. hollis doesnt tell them anything about raz during class (…does she know hes 10? during lucktopus, post-boss fight, doesnt she say something about doing something similar when i was your age? she has to be looping him in with the other interns age wise. which is. A Thought)

it gets a little better post-lucktopus (well. minus norma) and now its become a treatment more akin to simply a cohabitant. sharing the space, but not friends. at the absolute minimum, they are no longer hostile towards him.

cause they absolutely crossed a line with the clothes thing. he is a child??? and this is a job building. where people work. who are adults. you made a kid run around in his underwear????? adults! adults literally everywhere!!!

and im grouping the game from post-lucktopus up to the maligula battle as one thing, because there is no change in treatment during that time period. and i know norma still has her “definitely the mole” thing going on, but she doesnt change from it during that time, so she is also stagnant.

which means that by maligula, they still dont know his age. they start to arrive after raz tries to talk maligula down so they dont hear the grand-nephew thing. and none of the interns mention anything regarding it themselves. the only thing norma apologizes for is about the mole thing. (id like to believe she would feel bad + apologize for bullying a child. i like her too much to have her be unredeemable)

and that brings us to junior agents + post-game. where there is still no acknowledgement of age. there is the final attitude change, from indifference to positive, but nothing else.

which brings me to one of two conclusions:

a) they literally never found out about his age the entire game, or

b) they learned his age, and didnt care

[ag3ntl3vi]

Hoodie X GN! Reader X Masky | “Rock Paper Sisscors” |☁️

This struck me at like, 3AM while listening to Devil in Diguise. I’ll probably write more parts to this tonight if im being honest. 

!Gender-Neutral reader!

Trigger Warnings: Sexual mentions. 

Word Count: 2,317

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"Can you go any slower?" You laughed, stopping to allow your friend to catch up. Sweat dotted her chocolatey forehead as she panted. 

"Yes! I can." She wheezed. "You're just too fast!" Taylor whined loudly, bending herself in half to try and catch her breath. You rolled your eyes and pulled her up, raising her arms over her head. 

"You'll breathe better this way," You told her, taking a step back and taking a long sip of your icy water. Taylor nodded her thanks and slowed her breathing gradually. 

        "Wanna keep going?" You asked as you wiped your mouth on your wrist. Taylor feriously shook her head. "I'll pass, (Y/n)." She whimpered. You put yout arms behind your head as you began to walk down the worn dirt bath. 

"That sucks," You murmered. "We were only 1/4th of the way done."

Taylor gaped at your cocky smirk. "And you do this everyday?"

You nodded. "Twice a day if I'm feelin' lucky," You winked and giggled. Taylor shook her head in disbelief. 

"You're a machine," She grumbled, jogging to your side. You could tell she was tired, but she was the one who asked to join you in your near-night run. She said she needed the exercise to get the perfect "summer body", even though it was fall. 

You hummed. "I didn't know they made sexy machines now." Taylor pushed away the urge to roll her eyes, though she desperately wanted to. She chose not to answer your stupid comment. You both started to walk back to your dorm and planned a junk food movie night. You had the feeling she wouldn't last, but you couldn't say no to her puppy face. You had to admit, you were a sucker for your best friend.          Taylor ended up chugging the rest of her and your water bottles greedily, but you didn't blame her. She was pretty out of shape. The darker skinned girl took a large gasp of fresh oxygen after finishing off your beverage. 

"Learn to breathe, my God," You snorted. She glared.

"I just ran a mile, you can shut your mouth, you fucking monster," She hissed playfully. 

School campus soon came into view after your bickering. Taylor grumbled about how badly her feet ached and how she was never running ever again. You parted ways at the dorm. Taylor wanted to get the living room set up for the movie and sent you out for snacks and drinks. You easily migrated to the everything store. That wasn't its actual name, you couldn't care to remember what it was, but the everything store seemed to suit the run down shop better. 

        You pushed thr glass double doors open, a cute bell ringing to announce your presence to the cashire, Michael. 

"(Y/n)!" He greeted with a smile. You returned the facial gester with a small wave of your own.          "What're you here for this time?" He leaned his head on his open palm, his eyes trained on your figure. You had your back turned to him as you read the movie names on the rack. 

"What does it look like?" You chuckles, plucking a familar title from the shelf. 'Kiki's Delivery Service', a childhood favorite of yours. Michael didn't verbally answer, he was too busy allowing his eyes to roam your every curve. 

His eyes snapped to the side when you turned around to wonder down the candy isle. You shoved a KitKat , snickers, and (f/c) into your arm (allowing an extra of your favored one into your pocket, shh) before you turned the corner, finding the energy drinks. With a childish grin you grabbed a few of the better Monster flavors. You knew you had popcorn at the dorm so you didn't bother trying to find a box here. 

        You decided to check out as quickly as possible, avoiding as much conversation with Michael as you could. He gave you the creeps. He always tended to make sexual remarks regarding your running outfit, like how your shorts made your ass look plump or how cute you looked with a flushed, tired expression. In general, he didn't seem like a good guy or influence, though Taylor took an odd interest in him. She always had shitty tastes in men. 

It was getting late, you noticed. The sun started to darken as students scrambled to their respected dorms or apartments off campus. You made your way to your room. The illuminated cobblestone path gave you the worst horror movie vibes, so to say you booked it was an understatement. As soon as you were inside the safe confindments of your dorms living area, you released a loud sigh of relief. You thought about taking the elevator up, but decided on the stairs to the third story. You were very grateful you were on a higher floor, to you it served as a lesser chance of being robbed or murdered. 

"I brought a movie, candy and monsters, come on, you filthy goblin." you called into the freakishly neat room. Taylor was a very, very messy person so you tended to pick up after her more than you'd happily admit. It didn't take long for you to set positions for certain objects in specific places. Example, your shoes stayed in a small, plastic, blue bin by the door. They didn't ever make it to the carpeted floor of the living room. You had a key rack by the door so your keys were never lost or misplaced and Taylor had insisted you needed a coat rack, so your bookbags and Taylor's purses hung there. Any extra blankets, pillows, and sheets were placed neatly in the spare closet. 

        "Monsters..?" Her brown head popped out from around the corner. 

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Taylor had passed out halfway through the movie, not that you were surprised. You pouted. You were very well use to it, but it wasn't any less disappointing when it happened. You carefully laid her on the couch, not bothering to wake her. She was a literal demon when she was woken up. You covered her body in a large, fluffy blanket before standing, pacing for a moment. 

You wondered back to your organized room and grabbed your large spray bottle you kept on your dresser. You stared down your mass of plants in your window seal and the few on your night stand and hanging from the ceiling before watering the ones that needed it, leaving your Rainbow Bush succulent alone. Satisfied, you grabbed your school jacket and your earbuds and phone before slipping your shoes on at the door. 

It was almost 1 before Taylor and you had finally settled enough to sit and watch the movie, so it was fairly late now. But, regretfully, your body was still pumped from the sugary drinks you consumed not long ago. You made a quick choice to go on a short run to tire yourself out a bit before retiring for the night. Sure, wasn't the best idea to go out at night, alone and defenceless, but you prided yourself in your speed if needed. Besides, you've done it before and you were obviously still alive!

You made your way to the dirt path you ran earlier in the day, struggling to remember a stupid songs name. You grinned when you figured it out and hurriedly played it. The opening played through your earbuds as you gently bobbed your head to the beat.

"There are boulders on my shoulders, collar bones begin to crack, there is very little left of me and it's never coming back," You sung softly along with 'Be nice to me'. An old, but greatly loved song from your middle school years. You began to run.

Your lips parted in a content smile as a phrase slipped past your teeth.

"You're a killer, and i'm your best friend. I think it's unfair, your situation," 

You began to bounce on the balls of your feet excitedly. "You say i'm changing! I'm sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same!" You jumped as your legs moved, your voice growing louder and bolder with every word thoughtlessly spilling out your mouth. You became unaware of the eyes watching your movements, head tilted in confusion. 

"Your voice is driving me insane!" You shouted, hopping more as you swished your head side to side, getting louder everytime the phrase was repeated. The last note rang through your ears and you let out a joyful that was quickly cut off. The overbearing feeling of being watched dawned on you. 

You jerked around and scanned the treeline, your eyes falling on a tall male facing you with a tilted head. You stared at him, confused before your gaze fell on the bloodied pipe dangling by his side. You fearfully and turned around, bolting in the direction the path led you to. You didn't have much time to understand why he was watching you, but you could hear his heavy footsteps crushing dead leaves as he raced after you. 

'Molly' blasted into your ears loudly, making you jerk in surprise. If you were going to die tonight, you were glad this was the song you'd die to. 

You could hear him distantly still chasing after you. Not to brag, but you could run a mile amd keep going onto the next without breaking too much of a sweat, though you'd be fairly tired.          Speaking of tired, you could feel the drousiness spreading to your head and deep down you knew that you couldn't keep the pace up for much longer. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you turned into the woods, lifting your feet high so you wouldn't be the stupid one to trip on a root and be killed first. That would be an embarrassing way to die and not even Molly could make it better, you concluded. 

So you did the most logical thing your sleepy brain could think of.

You climbed a fucking tree.

The man was a far enough distance for you to get a good amount of height between the two of you. You panted, your palms itching with needle-like pain from the rough and merciless bark, but pulled yourself up another branch and looked down. The man was panting heavily, bent over as he struggled to force air into his most likely burning lungs.  He stood up after a quick second, glaring up the tree at you.

Childishly, but overcome with a sense of acomplishment, you stuck your tongue out at him. 

Bad idea, you concluded when the guy's gloved fists clenched by his sides and he started to climb. 

You squealed. "No! Fuck off!" You shouted. "Pick another goddamn tree, you humanoid orange!" A growl ripped through your teeth as you glared fearfully at him.          To your surprise, he got down. He moved his head to stare at you before sitting indian style, his face pointed to you.

For the first time you had a proper look at him, and you weren't surprised. He looked like he came from a shitty horror movie. He wore an orange hoodie with a ski mask hiding his facial features, a red frowny face sitched into it. He had dark blue, wore out jeans and black boots that looked to be kept as clean as Taylor would keep her living space. 

'Best friend' Began to play quietly through your (f/c) earbuds and you forced down a snort at the timing. You were hoddled up in a tree while a guy who most likely wanted you dead watched from below. You shook your head and glanced at the dark sky.

'The stars are out' You thought as you spotted the little dipper, the big one wasn't far away from it's child. 

It only took about ten minutes for your easily distracted mind to get bored. You stared down at the hooded man as he drew in the dirt with his pipe. An idea struck you, a bad one, but an idea nevertheless. And it wasn't going to kill you, with a lot of hope, it may allow you to live another day. 

"Yo, tangerine!" He flinched at your loud voice, moving his head to stare at you. 

You held up a fist with your dominate hand, your opposite going under it, palm up and open.

"Wanna play rock, paper, sisscors before I die?" 

The man stilled before very, and I mean very slowly nodded. You allowed yourself to snort. Now you were going to play a childs game with a murderer. 

"Do you know how to play?" You called down. He nodded again and held up his hands. "Cool," You said.

The orange-clad killer was absolute shit at rock, paper, sisscors. He was even worse than your nephew, who was six and had the attention span of a squirell. Sometime in your game playing, you had moved yourself a few branches down to see him better in the dark woods. You now sat a branch above his head.          He didn't move much, but his shoulders seemed to slump.

You threw rock, again, and he threw sisscors. You gave an evil victory crackle whiele he glared gloomily at his open fingers.          "That was fun," You stretched your arms over your head, yawning. "Can I go now?" You calmly asked. 

He didn't move for a long while, looking between you and his gloved hands, the, back to you. Finally, he nodded. You hopped down, smiling widely. 

"Thanks," You said nervously. He was trying to kill you earlier, so you wouldn't be completely off guard around him. You started to shuffle around him cautiously. His arm shot out, grabbing your upper arm roughly. You flinched hard, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

This is it, You thought He changed his mind and wants to eat me!

Instead, you heard a deep voice whisper.

"You can leave if we can play again soon."

[wastelandcrown]

logan lark’s adventures in trying to appease his parents

CHAPTER 4: a tight-knit family

Summary: Logan Lark is a fairly average high school student. By all means, he should be impressing his parents on all grounds. Except...he doesn’t exactly have a social life. So after his parents give him puppy dog eyes, he decides to join the local theatre's youth production. Good grief...His life is about to get weird isn’t it?

Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Roman is a theatre brat to the highest degree (Sorry Roman stans), Remus being Remus, (If I miss something please tell me!)

Notes: This fic is based off an idea from @under-the-blue-moonlight. If you wanna be tagged in chapters, please dm me!! This chapter we see a LOT of Patton, a little of Virgil, and some Roman being an ass behaviour. I apologize if this chapter is lackluster, it’s important I promise!! Also I just finished chapter 5...its 3295 of intrulogical fluff 

Pairings: Eventual Intrulogical, Eventual Rociet, Eventual One-Sided Logicality, Platonic Analogical, Platonic DRLAMP

Word Count: 2269

Tagslist: @under-the-blue-moonlight @why-should-i-tell-youu2 @im-actually-ok @hauntedturkeycalzonedreamer

After a few weeks, not disappointing Remus was a weak reason to be here. 

Though he never considered himself a quitter, god he would love to just quit one thing in his life. The thing being theatre. 

When Thomas arrived Roman bombarded him with questions. Turns out, Logan was cast as Hamilton due to his exceptional rapping. Roman, weaker at rapping but a very confident and strong singer, could provide the extremely skilled vocal performance required by Washington. If Logan were to get sick, Roman would play Hamilton and Remus would hand over Maria’s part to his understudy. Which made sense, of course. The beginnings of rehearsals were, by all means, not entirely awful. They were going to learn the music to the show, song by song. The first problem arises with Logan’s absolutely awful stage fright. After the first run-through of the title number, Alexander Hamilton, Logan almost threw up again. People looked directly at him whenever he sang or rapped. The musical director, Jamahl, assured him it was fine. Jamahl, as nice as he was, would be receiving a solid two on Logan’s chart. It’s okay, Logan, Everyone gets stage fright, Logan. That, quite frankly, sounded like a bunch of bullshit. Especially since every time Logan got too nervous and messed up, Roman laughed from off to his side. 

Which shouldn’t bother him. It really shouldn’t. Except...Well, it was infuriating to be laughed at. For something he can’t control no less. He was ready to ball up his script and pelt him with paper until he stopped being a colossally egotistical idiot. Along with Roman’s frankly abhorrent behaviour, Logan also had to deal with feigning...romantic intimacy. Don’t get him wrong, Patton was a very nice guy. But...how would you feel knowing your first kiss would have to be fake for a theatre production? Bad. You would feel bad. So does Logan. Logan is sick of all of this, and by the end of the second week he finally snaps. 

When he hears that during Helpless he needs to kiss Patton, he doesn’t bother to hide his surprise. Of course, after he does, Roman decides to open his big dumb mouth. 

“What’s wrong, Microsoft nerd? Upset that your first kiss will be on the stage?” 

Patton reels back and glares at Roman almost instantly, opening his mouth to defend Logan, when Logan turns on Roman himself. 

“I am beginning to wonder if you ever just shut up,” Logan snaps, fists balled in anger.

“Because honestly, for the two weeks I have been in this theatre program, you have done nothing but spout off like a tea kettle about to boil over all because I happened to be better than you at one thing. So I am sincerely asking, do you ever shut up?”

Somehow, he has done the impossible. Roman is stunned into silence, his face goes red with anger. 

“How dare-” Is all he manages to get out before Thomas calls for a five-minute break. 

Thomas motions for Logan to come over to him, and he’s still fuming. If he were as dramatic as a certain hoity-toity theatre brat, he would be practically foaming at the mouth. Thomas is an adult, so he tries to pull himself together. 

“I apologize-” 

“Don’t. Roman kinda deserved that,” Thomas says with a smirk, “He’s a great kid, but he has a lot to learn.”

It’s his turn to be shocked into silence, because never in a million years would he expect an adult to enable such an outburst. 

“Really though, Logan, Just try not to let it happen again. I’ll let it slide this time, okay?”

With a nudge to the side and a kind smile, Logan is sent to have his break. 

Roman is quiet for the rest of the day. Logan could not be more pleased. Roman’s anger at him was unjustified and awful, he was overall awful. After today, he would need to add a negative rating to his charts. He doesn’t think he could ever get along with someone like Roman without eventually succumbing to his anger and strangling him. Logan knows his extreme anger is wrong, but Roman was just...just...absolutely, unbelievably, infuriating. Sitting in the lobby waiting for his father like usual, he is approached by Patton. Alone this time, without Virgil. Which is strange. 

“You look like you’re about to rip someone's head off,” Patton giggles out with a sympathetic smile. 

Logan sighs and gives him a little smirk, “My apologies, are you going to be getting a ride with Virgil tonight?”

“No, his dad is picking him up! I was actually wondering if you wanted to hang out!”

“I-” Logan thinks on this for a while, then shrugs. It may be for the best. Patton has been very kind, and he has defended him when Roman was being a jerk.

“Sure, let me message my father.”

Patton’s car is a beat-up looking second-hand thing that looks like it rolled out of a dump. Inside, it’s actually very well taken care of. Patton calls the car “Christine” and pats her lovingly. Hanging from the rear-view mirror is a small frog-shaped air freshener that makes the car smell of strawberries. The seats are comfortable, and Patton’s music is sweet. Eventually they pull into a parking lot in a townhouse area, and as they walk down the street Patton waves and says hello to all his neighbours that are outside. 

“You know them all?” 

“Oh, yeah! Lots of them have babysat me, or my sisters! And I’ve babysat for them too!”

Huh. He didn’t know Patton had sisters. Though, the second they enter his house, it’s entirely obvious. 

In the living room, there are three young girls. Patton’s shoes are barely off when the two youngest ones rush him and engulf him in hugs. The older one walks over and smiles at Logan first.

“Hi, which one are you?” She asks, and Patton laughs.

“Delilah Ann! That’s not nice!”

“I’m Logan, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Lilah, I’ve heard a lot about you. Mostly ‘cause Pat doesn’t shut up.”

Patton looks a little pouty, but Logan thinks he likes Lilah. She doesn’t look much like Patton at all. Her hair is more wavy than curly, and a very nice strawberry blonde colour. She doesn’t have glasses, and dresses very tomboyish, the only thing that ties them together are their freckled cheeks. She’s only thirteen, but Logan finds her interesting to talk to. While Patton is dealing with the younger ones, she tells him about how she wants to be a mortician and is the smartest in her family. Logan smiles a little while they have a mostly one-sided conversation. 

One thing the siblings have in common is certainly their talkative likability. 

The younger two are put to work on their homework at the dining table, and Patton begins to set up dinner. Logan sits next to the girls at the table, Delilah retreating to her room, chatting with Patton as he cooks. He offered to help but was denied at every turn. Something about him being a guest, and how he shouldn’t have to. They’re discussing their roles in the play when the youngest slams her head against the table dramatically.

“Patton! I don’t wanna do this anymore!” She whines, Patton puts some potatoes in a pot then brushes off his hands on his apron. 

“Do you need help, or do you need a break?” 

“Help!”

Logan peers over her paper and sees a bunch of simple multiplication questions, she must only be in second or third grade. 

He clears his throat, “If you’d like, I could help you.”

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Patton can Logan help me please!” 

Patton agrees, despite obviously looking at Logan and saying ‘You really don’t have to’ with his eyes. Logan likes to teach, he’s more than happy to help out. Especially since Elaine is extremely charming. You can definitely see how much she looks like Patton. Big square glasses, blonde hair in pigtails, tons of freckles dotting chubby cheeks. She acts like him too, spouting out awful dad jokes that make Patton lose it laughing in the kitchen. She tries her best to listen, and manages to actually complete her math homework with a pretty good mark. Her teacher will hopefully be impressed. Logan’s dad texts and asks if he needs to be picked up, but Elaine begs him to stay for dinner and...well he can’t say no, can he? Patton says he doesn’t have to stay, but he wants to. 

He’d never had siblings, it had always just been him and his parents. Though he loved them, and they loved him, it was so...lonely sometimes. He had always wanted a little brother or sister, maybe even a pet, but it never really happened. The energy in Patton’s house was somehow a perfect mix of lively and calm, they felt like they were really a family. Logan relished in it. The feeling of community, full of love so openly given and received. The most he had were very quiet holiday dinners with the few Larks who were left. He remembers being Elaine’s age, he felt so lonely. She wasn’t lonely though, she was full of love. So was Patton. It was very nice. He watches Patton cook and he chats with him while realizing he’s been much too harsh on him. His kindness wasn’t fake, there was no way. He was a real person who was actually that nice. He defended him out of the kindness of his heart. 

Ding.

hey logan wyd rn

Ah, Virgil. That was a pleasant surprise. 

I’m actually at Patton’s house. Elaine has roped me into staying for dinner.

He can almost hear Virgil’s little chuckle. 

yeah she does that hows sophie

Sophie? Oh, that must be the third sister. She’s very quiet, her eyes haven’t once looked upwards the whole time they’ve been sat together. 

“Ahem-Uhm-Sophie,” Logan starts, and Sophie looks up from her homework, “Virgil was wondering how you are?”

Her eyes light up, “I’m good. Is he going to come over?”

She’s good. She wants to know if you will be coming over.

hah, sure tell her to give me 20 

“Yes, give him twenty minutes.”

Sophie smiles, and Logan is reminded of Virgil almost immediately. She has dark brown hair that covers her face and a bit of a natural glare. Her smile is shy, and he wonders if Patton secretly stole Virgil’s little sister. 

It seems like it, even more, when Virgil actually gets there. Sophie’s entire demeanor changes. She becomes extremely talkative and tells Virgil all about how she’s got a new villager in her animal crossing town. Virgil entertains her with talking, going and helping Patton to cook. Logan gets up to help as well, but Virgil waves him away. Virgil looks like he belongs here, in this little dining room-kitchen. He’s laughing beside Patton, talking to both girls and Logan, helping cook and set the table. Logan can’t help but wonder how many times he’s done this before. While Patton is putting the food on the table, the door opens and a tired-looking woman enters. Virgil goes to greet her, and she smiles. Her hair is curly and blonde, her eyes are a cloudy green, she is covered in a smattering of freckles, and she looks...just like Patton. 

Logan gets up to go greet her as well. When she sees him she beams and it’s like he’s been confronted by the sun herself. 

“You must be Logan! Virgil and Patton talk my ears off about you!” She pats his head, and continues, “The boys just adore you! It’s about time you came for dinner!”

He almost can’t speak, and both Virgil and Patton whine about her embarrassing them, but he nods, “Thank you for having me, but I’ve only known them for two weeks, Ma’am.”

The woman looks a little confused, then laughs joyously, “No need for that, kiddo! Just call me Lisa, okay?” 

After patting him on the shoulder, she slinks by and greets all her children. Lilah has come back down, and the whole table is now filled to the brim. Dinner is filling and delicious, Patton really has a talent for the culinary arts. Which is strange considering Logan took him as someone who, like him, couldn’t cook to save his life.

After dinner, Patton brings Logan and Virgil to his room to hang out. They play video games, talk about anything they can manage, and by the time it’s late Logan is smiling. At nine, Elaine and Sophie are whining about Patton putting them to bed. Virgil and Logan wish them good night and Virgil drives Logan home. 

“Logan, I’ve gotta ask...why did you agree to hang out with Patton?”

“Well...I’m not actually sure. I think that I needed it.”

“How do you mean?”

Logan looks out the window and thinks to himself. Why? He’s never had friends, or much of a close family. He figured he agreed because well…

“Patton has something I don’t. It helped me understand him better to see what he has.”

Virgil accepted that, but Logan wasn’t sure he understood it fully. He’s not even sure he does. 

That night, Roman gets a negative two. Patton gets a ten, and written on his pages are the names and personalities of his family members. Along with that, is a very simple phrase. 

I have concluded that Patton is, indeed, a very good person.

Why it took him this long to come to terms with, he will never understand. 

[violexides]

i find ur writing so realistic when it comes to human emotion! any suggestions? i feel like my writing doesnt hit the same level of personal that urs does, even if im projecting very hardcore. its something special abt ur style

!!! first of all, thank u so much! that means a lot to me :-) like, a lot.

hm. it’s 8 am so i can’t promise this advice would be coherent, but... here it goes. i am going to attempt to number this out, sorry if that looks intimidating, i will just prattle on without a structure lol.

if you don’t know abt a topic, hear someone else’s experience with it. this is important for like, writing mental illnesses you don’t have, writing about a physical disability you don’t have, etc. of course, please keep in mind that randomly approaching a friend and saying “tell me abt how your trauma has affected you” isn’t exactly the gamer move. i think, though, that there is a lot of information you miss with just baseline research, so even if it is just finding online recounts of experiences or asking someone to look thru your work, it makes the emotions a lot more realistic and true to life. 

be cognizant of your character. this sort of leads into a lot of semi-obvious things, but i know this is something i personally struggled with when i first started writing fic, so i think it’s worth mentioning. when you write a character to have a certain emotion or experience, it’s important to be cognizant of how that would affect that character specifically, rather than just any person. speaking from the perspective of someone who relates to komaeda, i don’t react the exact same as komaeda in certain scenarios. knowing that gives me the awareness to moreso fit the experience with the character, if that makes sense? if you think about it, jealousy is a fairly simple emotion intrinsically, with nuance depending on situation and person. if ikusaba was jealous, it would manifest differently than it would for hinata, and different than it would for souda. and that’s important to note, because one way to add realism to a story is to make it plausible for that set of character, and yet, plausible for the audience. if you’re attaching an experience that doesn’t match a character, it can still connect to the audience, but lacking the connectivity with the other character within the fic sort of… makes it less realistic? 

emotions and experiences are nuanced. this is bouncing partially off of the previous point. what i think is worth noting, with things such as trauma or emotions (i will be using resentment as an example for the latter), they are very nuanced situations. i have experienced a similar adversity, likely, to someone i know, yet i would have responded differently to them in it. this can be directly applied to characters. there are infinite different responses to trauma and emotion, and no two characters will react the same. if we take resentment, hinata’s way of exhibiting that would be very different from komaeda’s. same would go with if they both experienced similar trauma (though it’s worth noting that trauma isn’t comparable, and it scarcely is identical) or they both had depression. there would be different responses, different symptoms, et cetera. again, sounds obvious, but is important to keep in mind. 

difficult experiences don’t have easy resolutions. this is going to sound pessimistic, but when you look at how a difficult experience fits someone realistically, you can sort of tell that these situations don’t have easy, direct solutions, which is important to note in writing them. mental illness and trauma can and often do affect other areas of life, like relationships, work, physical health, etc. when you have something this intrinsically complex, expressing that through describing the problem without giving an “easy” solution makes it more realistic. we all sort of know that one therapy session can’t fix everything, and meds/therapy don’t work well for everyone. this doesn’t mean, like, “fuck recovery, let your characters be miserable.” recovery is important and pretty cathartic to write at times. but, making recovery more linear than the issues a character is experiencing usually draws the reality out of it. if that makes sense. 

another thing to keep in mind is that your experience writing is the most important part of the writing process. so, if you want to project onto a character because that would bring you some catharsis, that is infinitely more important than how realistic it comes across. you are more important than the fic, if that makes sense. just figured i’d say that, not sure if that was conveyed in my previous things.

anyway, i hope that’s helpful? i probably have more advice lurking somewhere. there are a lot of other authors with more realistic writing that you can probably look to for advice as well. basically, stay educated on the issues you are writing and the characters it involves, i guess?

once again, thank you!!! i’m honored u came to me for advice. sorry if that was, like, really shitty advice, i sort of rambled haha. have a nice day!! 

[mother-snake]

promised story 1-

(this one is an origional and first chapter to a book im going over at  the minuet, any constructive critisism would be nice and anything you liked about or didnt like would be good for me so i can perhapse change certain things in future!) -if you guys like it enough i might post the other chapters as i work along them. and if youd like, i can tagg you in!-

UNLOCKED: kurbose words: 3641 warnings: small fight thing happens at begining.

chapter 2-  n/a

chapter 1 -I will eat this sandwich; fate just has other plans.

At least crows don’t judge people for doing the bizarre things they do, I suppose. For example; the fact that I was sitting down on top of the rather worn-down churches roof that lay in the dead centre of the village, slowly turning into a town. Very slowly... I’d blame me getting up here on my habit of using my, not so useful, skill of getting into trouble; but in all honesty that excuse’ became unreliable since the tenth time I’d deliberately made my way up here. Not that I minded much.

Ten or so crows were lined on either side of me cawing loudly at one another trying to get closer, hoping that they could snag some of the sandwich I was eating. It had been wrapped up and stayed in my pocket since the morning. I had always left then in the early hours and barely came back until nightfall. the murder was slowly becoming more and more agitated as they looked at the sandwich with a keen eye.

lunch I had to skip due to them… I don’t mean the birds of course. not the birds. Never. Ever. blame the birds.

the night air was always calming. The stars seemed to look down upon me with a curious gaze, as if asking why I was still in the melancholy village. Living in such a boring place for years. sometimes it felt like hundreds of eyes were on me. that’s why I always sat on top of the roof. And when I did, I couldn’t help but feel a form of freedom I couldn’t get anywhere else. Mayhaps that was because I wasn’t supposed to be up there in the first place. Alas. We shall never know.

sure, some people would enjoy the normal life. Not worrying about what would be around the corner. But I I’m not like that, when it’s all you know. You’d wish for something to change.

I surveyed the area in my line of vision. It was slowly becoming dark enough that everything was blending together. But I could still see the outlines of everything. the sound of the canal that split the village up in sections was only a couple streets away.

I could recognise some of the people lined up by their houses getting the final things ready. And those who were wondering the streets were making their ways home. it was fairly easy to remember everyone in the town. No one really moved here, and if they did, they would mostly stay till they were old and grey.

One of the many people I could see from where I was is Miss hazel. I could see her picking some of the herbs and flowers for her medicines and potions. She was our physician much to many traveller’s surprise.

Then there was Mr. jackal who was sitting on his doorstep. A small wooden pipe in hand, a faint smoke ring coming from the pipe. Sometimes I felt that I’d never seen him going anywhere without it.

The brother and sister, Lawrence and Catherine were running after one another, up and down the street below. They were five and seven. Catherine being the eldest. She was very much a saint in many eyes. Learning how to climb into small places for things we had lost.

Her brother Lawrence had been practicing magic as far as anyone knew. He was getting better as the year continued to pass. He had started in early spring and not seemed to have stopped since. He had a wizard’s soul, that’s for sure. Only one in thousands seemed to appear.

Mrs. Evelyn was looking around the streets from one of her windows waving down to everyone, looking up and spotting me, I gave a quick wave back. I couldn’t hear her but I could tell she was laughing as a crow hopped up onto my lap and stole a slither of meat from my sandwich.

Sometimes it was nice to see a familiar face, but when you know practically everyone who walks the street daily. It can get rather boring, their conversations tended to repeat with nothing interesting happening most of the time.

I was cut from my thoughts by an annoyingly familiar clink of something hitting the roof grabbed my attention. I quickly wrapped my sandwich back in its paper bag and placed it into my cardigans pocket. I turned my attention to the gutter, a small sharp stone that hadn’t been there before laid on top of some moss.

The murder realising what was going to happen fluttered away in a frenzy, cawing in disarray. Not wanting to be caught in the stupidity that laid below me in the church garden.

Preparing myself as best as I could, I looked around and caught sight of the gargoyle sitting perched slightly off from where I was positioned. If I miss this, well… I either die or break my legs.

The gargoyle itself had a monstrous face, baring fanged teeth and its wings spread out, poised to strike. another rock landed near my position. deciding to take the risk, I pushed myself slightly in the direction of the beast. landing with a small thud behind it, I let out a breath. Two more stones were thrown in my direction, the sound of them rolling onto the gutter caused me to flinch.

They were too close. One thing I could say is that the people below were getting better at their aim and way of throwing.

There was a slight warmth coming from the gargoyle, they were in hibernation. They would remove the stone shell around them late into the spring most likely. But they were still aware of what was happing around them. “sorry Mr gargoyle, I hope you can forgive me for using you as a shield…again,” I muttered as I sat behind it. it was hard to keep myself completely hidden. My height being the main reason. Why on this planet did I have to be one of the tallest people. Why? What reason was there for someone to be over six feet? What reason was there?

A couple more stones landed on the roof. I grumbled to myself and peaked over the wing, trying my best to be as careful as possible.

A rock soared over my head causing me to duck slightly. A small part of me was proud. That was the closest they’d gotten in a long time. After all this had been a weekly routine for a while now. A bit inconvenient when trying to eat. But at least it kept my somewhat self-preservation skills usable.

A small cackle came from down below. I rolled my eyes. If only they were as smart as their egos. Their rich snobbish attitudes had been like this for years.

“is poor goliath too scared to come down?” Jonathan yelled; the noise being muffled by the distance. “sorry! It’s not my fault I’m allergic to social interaction” I hollered back; I peeked back over the wing, slightly thankful for the small heat it gave off the cold winter air biting my exposed skin. Wearing knee length shorts in winter is not advised for a reason. That’s the joy of being a dysfunctional mess such as myself.

Anyways, as I peeked over the first thing, I could see was his obnoxiously blonde hair, it was almost three shades close to white. I would have easily called it fake if it wasn’t for the fact that I hadn’t grown up with him. the blonde hair was held in a ponytail today.

My eyes also caught sight of the two figures standing either side of Jonathan. Both recognisable by the way they looked. the ginger on his left was always known for her seemingly endless collection of silk blue dresses. Each one would have cost my family a year’s worth of food.

Then the boy on his right was a lavante, he had been one of the few to move here. His species are known for the fact their basically living lava, skin ossified by the oxygen. His eyes were pools of red lava. His hair was like living fire. the older they got, the bluer their hair became.

He looked a bit conflicted to what they were doing. He always did. We were mutual friends. He gave a weak smile and waved. To be honest I forgot his name years ago… too late to ask now.

“you’ll come down eventually!” blue dress screeched as she readied to throw a stone in her hand.

“you underestimate my pettiness, I've got food in my pocket, I could stay up here longer that you could down there!" I yelled back; my pettiness was something barely anyone was able to match.

Seeing her pull her arm back to throw, I ducked myself behind the wing one more time. soon one after another, a barrage of rocks was being thrown my way. one sailed over my head; I could feel the air move as it ruffled my hair. It rolled down and landed by my foot. I picked it up and threw it back as possible.

I looked down to my other pocket. reaching in I pulled out a bronze pocket watch. The lid had long since came off, according to my dad it was the day he met my mother. I chuckled to myself as I remembered the story.

 “what on earth do you think you’re doing?!” I sighed in relief as the voice of the father reached my ears; even if the malice in his voice sent small shivers down my spine.

Is wrath being something to fear. They could try anything they wanted. But as soon as the father got involved then they were very much screwed over.

I tuned out the shouting down below me, sitting in a better way that made my lanky legs sigh in relief. I looked into the gargoyles eyes and mouthed a quick thank you.

As the noise went silent, I looked over the wing to see them walking away out the garden and back to whence they came, a wave of ease flooded over me. At least I would be home in time. Hopefully.

I stood up, stretching and listening my bones crack as I did so. Clapping my hands together I turned around and climbed back onto the top of the roof struggling to get a grip as I did so. I shakily stood up, trying to balance myself in hopes I didn’t fall over.

I walked over to the edge of the building, I crouched down and grabbed the rope I had long ago tied to the building. holding on as tight as possible, knuckles going white in the process, I swung my body over the edge. The rope swayed from the motion. I wrapped my legs around the rope, hoping and praying I didn’t mess this up. taking a deep breath, I let slightly let loose of the rope. Gravity swiftly dragging me down, the rope slightly burning my skin in the process.

I quickly held onto the rope tighter as the ground came too close for comfort. it was that moment father Francis turned the corner. I gave a nervous chuckle as my body hung in the air. “what are you doing,” he groaned. “you know, just hanging around,” I responded, getting a smack on the back of the head causing me to spin slightly in the air.

Planting my feet firmly on the ground, I stood up and rubbed my hands on my shirt, getting rid of the small amounts of dust and mud that clung to them.

He began to walk away, waving for me to follow. I jogged to keep up as best as possible. He didn’t say much anymore. But he was one of the best people in my mind. before he had joined the church, he had been working in the north. He had been one of my inspirations growing up. the stories he told about dragons and monsters he had seen had filled m wonder and desire to see what was beyond here.

People would joke around that the reason he had grey hairs was because of me. I didn’t blame them really. “sorry about that father Francis… again…” I sighed as I averted my gaze. he let out a small chuckle and patted my back, “only a gentle giant like you could hie instead of bashing them in,” he gestured for me to begin moving, “only you goliath.” “why won’t you let that die?” I muttered. he let out another laugh. “I’ll walk you back to your home, make sure you dad knows that they were back again,” there were very few things that could make me shiver, but having my family know about this was one of them. “or, you don’t tell them?” he only gave a deadpanned look in response. I wasn’t getting out of it.

It withing a minuet we were out the garden and onto the streets. The greys and browns of the buildings seemingly blending together in the darkness. we walked in silence turning when needed. The sound of the canal getting closer. brass lamps were lined neatly on each side of the streets. Fireflies the size of a grown adult’s hand laid inside, buzzing away to one another. the people in their homes slowly turning of their lights in hopes of falling asleep. I’d never understood why it was always this time of night that they locked everything up. weather it was a habit or just a bizarre timing factor.

I reached up to my hair and pulled down the bobble keeping my hair up in a simple ponytail. My brown locks dropped down to my sides. I ran my hands through my hair grumbling. I stumbled for second after tripping on a rock. Barely stopping myself from tumbling over.

 The darker and closer we got to my home; the more noises filled the air. Small neon bugs lit up houses and other buildings. Small mice with glowing whiskers would scuttle past us as quickly as possible. The vibrant colours would almost leave a blur in their trail, making them easy to spot in the dark.

Small groups of night birds flocked around piles of litter left by merchants that had been wandering the streets. Nibbling or defending pieces of food, or guarding small shiny things they found on the ground. Like children defending their own things.

So much happened in the night, so much happened and I only get to see a portion of the neon lights, I wished I could have seen more sometimes.

Soon we were out of the main village turning town and making our way down a mud and stone covered path towards the farm.

 Soon enough, but not long enough to gather my thoughts and mentally prepare myself. we arrived at a metal gate surrounding what looked like a nearly collapsing house. I stepped forwards and opened the rusty gate, the hinges creaking with the movement. I had been needing to oil them for a while and had been putting it off for around two weeks now.

The house looked barely liveable. The roof looked both old and new in patches. the chimney looked cracked and ready to fall on the house. the porches roof looked close to caving in as well.

But sill it was home. I took a deep breath and made my way forward towards the door. Hoping with every fibre of my being they were all asleep by now for the sake of my sanity.

As I got closer, the porch light flickered before turning on completely and giving off a small hum. A small dread filling up. the light could only be turned on from the inside after all.

I quickly checked the time on the pocket watch. Oh… I was late. Not too late, but just enough that I was going to get chewed out at most.

The door swung open. A figure walked out and stood in the doorframe with an icy glare directed at me. “where have you been?” yeah, I wasn’t going to survive. the figure let out a sigh, “come in, you will have some explaining to do whilst Eric gets you both some tea.” “sorry for being late…again miles,” I chuckled as I rubbed the back of my neck.

He steppe bac and walked into the house. I let father Francis go in front of me as we made our way inside. I would have taken my shoes of if I had worn them today. I gave a small weak smile to Francis. If it were my dad that we had been greeted with he would have to only stay for five minutes. The twins on the other hand were another story… they had been like this for as long as I could remember. They had always been protective of me. I was sixteen. Yes, it was strange but the reason behind why they were so overprotective is a story for another time.

The entrance was small. Barely able to fit the three of us. Miles made his way up to the first couple steps on the staircase to give more room. I looked to the right; the lights were off witch was probably to save energy. I made my way into the left room. The fireplace warmed up the room, relaxing my body compared to the cold nipping air that was outside.

There was a figure identical to miles, the only difference being their hair partings. They had both their own unique skills, that was one other way to tell their differences.

The cardigan that I was wearing was knitted by Eric. It was at that moment I remembered what was in its pocket. I quickly reached down and pulled out a slightly squashed paper wrapped sandwich and sighed, putting it on the kitchen table that was one wrong move away from losing a leg.

The door at the back of the room shuttered. Looks like it was going to be a long night. the room was slightly crammed, but I didn’t mind that much.

Pulling out a chair and sitting down, I looked over to where the twins were arguing silently. miles had his parting on the left, the smaller part was cut off, it was the same for Eric except with his parting on the right. their hair was an inky black. they glanced over in my direction as I took a bite out of my crushed sandwich.

Red and green heterochromia. One eye green, the other a blood red.

“so, what are you two thinking about?” I said before taking another bite. “why we put up with your antics every day,” miles deadpanned at me. “you love me. That’s why,” I grinned as they sighed. “you’re ten minutes late Charlie, where have you been,” a voice forms the entrance. I looked up to see a scruffy looking man and grinned, “hey pops. And I think the pocket watch may be on the fritz again if that’s the case. It says I should be on time.” “either way, may I ask why the father is currently in our home? Again.”

“Jonathan and the other two again, I simply came to make sure she got home safely instead of running off.”

 They began to talk, leaving me to my own devices. The sandwich that had only one or two more bites worth lay on the table. A half-drunk cup of tea next to it.

Standing up and cracking by back, I made my way past the gossips and made my way to the living room. The light now on as dumbass one and two sat on the floor with cards.

Falling on the sofa backwards, the two who were absorbed in their game gave a little squeak and flung back. I let out a chuckle and stared at them with a curious look as the grumbled curses and words that would put sailors to shame.

“so, what has caused you to grace us with your company?” “if you were in the room with those two gossips, you would leave after a while too.”

Eric laughed and reached his hand over to the small wooden table in the middle of the room. “shift over goliath,” Eric muttered pushing me up. I swung my legs from the arm of the sofa and crossed my legs as I felt a pair of hands running down my hair before getting caught in a knot.

“I swear your hair is worse than ours on a good day,” he groaned before he began to brush my hair. “you do know I could do this on my own, right?” I said. “yeah, but it’s not like I’ve got much else to do in the first place.”

It was another fifteen minutes before I heard the noise in the kitchen slowly rise into the room. the three of us looked between one another with concern. They hadn’t fought before as far as we knew.

“she can’t know!” the voice I could clearly tell was my dad yelled. “she needs to know sooner or later, the sooner the better.”

I stood up from the sofa and slipped into the hall and peaked my head into the room. I could see my father’s face, eyebrows knitted together and eyes glaring at the father. His knuckled white from gripping the cup.

“look, I get why you don’t want to. But all your doing is speeding up the inevitable.” “I know… I’ll tell her soon. I promise.”

I walked into the room and locked gaze with my dad, “or you could tell me now instead of hiding it.”

“how much did you hear,” his face paled. “enough.”

[giogio-gucci-gangstar]

A Golden Christmas

This started out as a totally different story about Bruno and Abbacchio loving bets on Abbacchios black out adventures, but turned into something way softer. So, here’s my favorite boys being boys but at Christmas

Libeccio’s was empty this Christmas Eve. Well, empty excluding all of the excessive decorations and a group of six Passione men.

The evening had demure beginnings. Bruno had wanted to throw his team a little party to show how thankful he was for each of them, and to give them some time to relax after some stressful weeks. Bruno had arrived early to set up with Giorno, whos Golden Experience had exquisite taste in garlands, flowers, bushes, berries and trees. He also made sure to sprinkle in some mistletoe over precarious areas like doorways, and above a certain seat at their usual table. But that would have to wait for later.

Abbacchio had been in charge of the alcohol, and he did not skimp on anything. There were several bottles of expensive champagne, he didn’t believe in being cheap, and had even brought some of his homemade mulled wine. He set the case down with a huff in front of Bruno before plopping down next to him already sipping on a bottle of his own.

Before Bruno could so much as offer him a proper glass, Narancia and Fugo burst through the door. Bickering as always.

“But Fugooooo karaoke is so much fun!!!”

“Its not part of our traditions. What would we even sing at a christmas party?”

“Uhh because its fun? Plus this year is different, we now have Giorno.”

“And I wish we didn’t.” So this was what finally elicited a response from Leone, Bruno thought to himself.

“That was a brilliant idea Narancia. It will be fun. Here let me help you set it up.” Bruno noticed Leone was already a little flushed as he scooted by him to go help Narancia set up the machine.

Fugo set down a plater of elaborately decorated cookies on the table in front of Abbacchio and helped himself to some mulled wine as he took in the decorations. It made the restaurant look like a secluded glen in some sort of Scandinavian forest. He spared a peek at Narancia using a cooking knife to hack through some bushes in search of an outlet, until bruno finally pulled him aside and gestured to Sticky Fingers making a clean cut through the vines to the wall.

Fugo smirked to himself as he saw Narancia’s face light up and ecstatically throw his arms around Bruno. Fugo looked around the room again and noticed that while he had clearly been here earlier to set up, Giorno was nowhere to be seen.

Then there it was, the tell tale sign of Mista, six little screaming voices sounded from the alley. Mista burst through the door with his usual enthusiasm for food, Giorno close behind unable to contain his laughter at Mista’s new hat. It seemed the boy had traded out his usual cap for a Santa hat, which the pistols had conveniently nestled themselves in.

“Heyyyyy!” Mista greeted his friends with open arms as he stepped into the beautifully decorated restaurant.

“Whoa there’s so many plants!” as he turned around in awe, causing Giorno to beam at his slight victory.

“Ah you like them?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah but, like what are they?” Mista looked confused at some garlands, poking at some mistletoe strategically hanging from the ceiling and over doorways. Giorno realized this was going to be a lot more difficult than he anticipated.

Quickly distracted by seeing the rest of the gang, Mista called out to Abbacchio, “Oh! I'm your secret santa!” gesturing to his themed hat while pulling out a small red bag.

“Ugh Mista that's not how its supposed to work! It’s called secret for a reason!” Fugo started to fume, upset that his little part of the night had been ruined so quickly.

Abbacchio strolled over to Mista, shaking the bag slightly, scrunching up his face slightly when he heard the clanging of glass.

“Go on open it!” Mista beamed. He was very proud of his gift.

Abbacchio cautiously tore apart the haphazardly stapled paper bag. His frown slowly turned into an approving nod, “Are these dozens of little liquor bottles?”

“Yeah, shots or samples as my Nonna calls them. Come on let’s open some up!”

Abbacchio eagerly obliged, pulling out some little bottles of whisky, vodka, tequila, limoncello, and rum. Mista, grinning like a madman, helped him line them up before taking one for himself and opening one for Abbacchio.

Had he not already been fairly tipsy Abbacchio told himself he would have been more annoyed that Mista assumed he could partake in his gift. But he was also never one to turn down a drink, so the boys linked arms and downed the first small bottle of the night.

Mista’s face flushed and he coughed a bit from the burn, but the real shock was when Abbacchio’s cold demeanor melted as he laughed at the younger boy not being able to keep a straight face. “Come here, let me show you a trick,” and he guided Mista back to the table with a handful of the bottles.

“GUYS!” There was a screech as Narancia ecstatically jumped up and down and pointed to Bruno turning on the karaoke machine. In this moment Narancia would have preferred all attention be turned to him, but Mista and Abbaacchio were still doing shots in rapid succession, Bruno was trying to preemptively calm down Fugo, and Giorno was staring off into the distance with a glazed look on his face. Yes! Narancia thought to himself Giorno is the easiest target!

With the giggle the orange boy leaped across the room and nearly pounced on Giorno, quickly knocking him out of his reverie.

“GIORNO! SING WITH ME!” Giorno’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he was snapped out of his little day dream.

“Come on, let's sing a song! I know just the one!!” Narancia slowly climbed off Giorno, who was still trying to come to grips on reality, and started slowly pulling him to the karaoke machine.

Narancia pulled Giorno into a conspiratory huddle in front of the machine. There were lots of absurd hand gestures coming from the boy in orange, a few flew a little too wide and collided with Giorno. This continued for a few minutes until Giorno grabbed Narancia’s hands and said “OKAY im ready lets just do this-”

“BUT THE BIRDS”

“Its all under control. Trust me” Girono gritted his teeth as he made his way to the karaoke machine to turn on Narancia’s selected song. Maybe he could swing this in his favor, it could be an opportunity to show off a little for a special someone…

The first few bars of “Twelve Days of Christmas” start playing and Narancia, the sweet little orange boy, tries his best to read the words of the small screen, but gets bored and ends up dropping his microphone on the floor and walking away.

They hadn't even made it through the first chorus of the song but Giorno was not surprised in the slightest. He had figured Narancia would get bored so from the dropped microphone he made a partridge and then from a fork on the floor, a pear tree.

He looked at his friends sitting at the table across from him but no one was paying him any attention. Well, no one who’s attention he wanted.

“NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THIS” Abbacchio yells at the small blonde boy, nearly spilling his third? Fourth? Bottle of champagne as he stood up in what could only be described as a drunken demand for the microphone.

Giorno tossed him the microphone as he slunk back to his seat next to Mista, a little disappointed and embarrassed that his attempt to show off had been so quickly shot down.

“Narancia, kindly put on some real music” he spits, still managing to glare at Giorno as he made his way to the karaoke machine.

Abbacchio swings the microphone in his hands as the tell tale synthesizer of a Wham! song starts. Slowly, as the bass faded in, Abba started to move his hips to the beat. He swayed for a few seconds with his eyes closed, then his mouth opened and a voice of deep velvet poured out.

Everyone was shocked, even Mista stopped “sampling” his gift to Abbacchio. But Bruno was easily the most entranced.

“Once bitten, twice shy, I keep my distance but you still catch my eye” at those lines he opened his eyes, only allowing them to meet Bruno’s. A deep blush spread across his Capo’s cheeks and down his chest, where Abbacchio’s eyes followed.

“But if you kissed me now, I know you’d fool me again”

With that, Abbacchio strode over to Bruno and pulled him up from his chair to dance with him. Abbacchio didn’t break eye contact the whole time he danced, slowly pulling him closer, grinding his hips on him while he continued his serenade. When Bruno laced his fingers around Abbacchios neck and laid his head on his chest as they swayed, Fugo turned to the rest of the boys who seemed equally distressed.

“It would appear they are… having a moment? Maybe we should…” And he lifted his eyebrows to the door. “God Dammit not again” Narancia pouted when he realized Fugo was suggesting leaving the room with all the cookies and groaned as he followed him out of the room.

Giorno was already out of his chair, eager to give Bruno and Abba their much deserved alone time, which may or may not have been part of Bruno and Giorno’s scheme earlier in the evening. But Mista wasn't moving. His bottom was glued to the chair as he stared slack jawed with horror as he couldn't tear his eyes off his Capo getting more and more into the music, eventually planting a large kiss on Abbachio’s lips.

“Come ON” and with a yank on his sleeve, Mista tumbled out of his chair, shuffling into the other room after Giorno.

This was his chance, Giorno thought to himself. He pulled a stunned Mista to his feet under one of the many boughs of mistletoe he had hung around the restaurant for exactly this purpose.

“Ahem” Giorno shuffled his feet and darted his eyes between Mista and the mistletoe above them.

“Wha?” Mista scrunched his face, still unable to process his surroundings after what he would later describe as a ‘traumatizing experience’.

“Mista… The mistletoe?” Giorno pointed to the artistically draped bough above them.

“Cool?” Mista replied, still not quite grasping the significance of the plant above him.

“Mista,” Girono tried his best not rub the palm of his hand into his eyes, “its tradition that when two people stand under the mistletoe-”

“MISTLETOE???” Giorno’s little speech was cut short by the materialization of the Sex Pistols. Six little voices all chiming in over the other, flew up to the mistletoe above the boys.

“Guys!! This stuff tastes GOOD!” Exclaimed number 2. Immediately all of the pistols were stuffing their faces with the green leaves.

“Mistaaaaa these don't taste so good! They hurt my tongue!!” Cried number 5.

“Uh then don't eat anymore?” Replied the still very confused gunslinger.

“But i'm so hungryyyyy” whined the small pistol.

“I don’t know what to tell ya. All the food is in the other room and its more than a little occupied at the moment. Right?” He looked to his side expecting a response from Giorno but the blond boy just stood there, mistletoe sprouting from his little donut curls

“Whaa-” Mista was flabbergasted just staring at Giorno as a small smile crept across his face. But then, the Pistols noticed.

“GIORNO MADE MORE”

“YUMMY”

“GIVE ME A BITE”

“NUMBER SEVEN STOP AND SHARE”

With a flurry of pushing and shoving the pistols clambered over each other fighting to the best seat in Giorno’s hair to eat the mistletoe.

Girono’s faint smile gave way to honest laughter as he felt the little pistols tickle his head and eat the mistletoe he put there for them. He nearly doubled over laughing at their little reactions, but he didn’t want to disrupt them.

Mista on the other hand, blushed profusely, and was having a difficult time controlling his stand.

“Hey! Guyssss stop messing with Giorno! You’re going to ruin is hair!!” He whined to his Pistols, afraid to physically pull them out and cause more damage.

Giorno grinned, “I don’t mind, they’re rather cute.”

[starlightshore]

Probably a loaded question, but with all the game engines you've worked with, what are the pros and cons for each? I'm really interested in trying my hand. So far I got rpg maker mv for a paid engine, but I'mma l look into free ones also. (Game Maker seems a bit expensive for my tastes :()

GOD YEAH game maker is... so expensive... i’m hoping my bro gets me it for Christmas when its on sale. but even then like. ouch. that price tag.

so here are all the programs I've used to make my fangame at some point:

uh. long ass post ahead.

COST: 15$

its a visual novel making program! like RPG maker, its not code based, but visual based! you just click and drag the stuff from the left onto the right area and boom. game made. Honestly, a really good introduction to making a video game! Its very basic and simple, which is very newbie friendly. Lots of Youtube videos on how to do things too.

You can technically do more with it by using the program’s coding language OR by using java-script, tho personally i’m not good at coding yet so i never really saw what i could do with it. i haven’t really used it in a year but honestly, i can’t thank it enough for being such a good introduction to game development.

Pros: cheap one time fee, easy for newbies and visual based.

Cons: very limited to just visual novels, and even then to do more complex stuff you really have to work for it to get it to work.

RENPY

COST: FREE

THE free visual novel program. It’s a bit of a learning curve since everything is done in script, (ie: no visuals) BUT its VERY simple and easy to learn and once you get it and it clicks, you can do a lot with it! because you code it yourself, the limits are nearly endless. uses it’s own language, but you can also use python (or its built on python? can’t remember lol) and python is built for newbies.

Pros: free, limited only by what you’re willing to learn to do with code, while you can make RPGS its pretty limited since its not built for it

Cons: only super easy to use once you get over the learning curve. if you have any experience w/ code, its a breeze. if not, still easy to learn!, you can only use it for rpgs, NOT a visual program

(and other RPG Maker game engines)

COST: 50$ (EXPENSIVE! but it does go on sale once in a while. i got mine at 20-ish$)

idk if you plan on making a UT fangame too but its totally possible!!! i’m doing it!! and i would be very happy to share/help others with theirs. i mean. mostly its just plugins from other people, but i did set up a pretty nice inventory and i can show ya’ll how i make the sprites. (since UT has a lot smaller tileset size) and honestly, if you need help w/ this program my instant messenger is always open B)

uh anyway. RPG maker is a godsend for someone like me who is very visual minded and has a hard time grasping code. i know python... ok-ish. im still a noob. ANYWAY yah, theres LOTS of tutorials and plugins you can sink your teeth into, big communities who are all happy to share and help each other out. its pretty great! (actually, you could say the same w/ all these game engines! but the RPG maker forums is like. super nice from what i’ve seen)

so like, with youtube you can learn how to use it within a day or two, frankly. and you can do SO much with it w/ plugins. and the community is ages old, and the game itself is a few years old and has plenty to offer. you need something? likely someone else has made a plugin or forum post on the topic and someone has helped them figure it out. HIGHLY recommend this program if you can afford it (and you already have it, so honestly, just go w/ rpg maker.)

i wouldn’t super recommend the default assets cause the community hates them. they’re way over used and people see it as “lazy.” its good as like, a stepping stone but you shouldn’t rely on them for your whole game if you can manage your own graphics or pay someone to make them. if not, theres still free tilesets you can use if you look for them.

Pros: big friendly community, lots of resources to use, capable of A LOT of things, hassle free for the most part!

Cons: price is big, but it goes on sale often and the older versions of RPG maker aren’t that much different/worse. granted, MV is the best but like, the others aren’t bad. quite a bit to learn at first, but really simple honestly.   

COST: Free (sorta. you need a license for certain aspects, but really u could do it free w/ zero issue except for exporting to multiple devices)

ok so like. i don’t. really know how to use unity too well. out of all of these, i haven’t used it for long. while still somewhat visual, you still have to learn a quite a bit of code and look up tutorials to figure out specific things you want to do.

for UT fangames, there is UNITALE/Create Your Own Frisk which uses unity, tho you don’t need the Unity to make games unless you want to make a overworld. since i’m making a overworld and more, i’ll need to learn how to use Unity. It’s a uphill battle but i’m fairly certain i can do it eventually.

there’s a LOT of resources but theres also a LOT to learn. untiy is pretty big and well known, for both 3d and 2d so like, go ham. have fun.

Pros: can do anything

Cons: can do anything so you gotta learn how to do it w/ code.

Cost: has both a subscription and a license you can purchase. its,,, pricey and doesn’t go on sale all too often.

I actually don’t have ANY experience with this program except for like. a few night’s worth. i read the manual if that counts for anything lol.

uh, its very script base and it looks good? uh. idk. its. yeah? i heard its great and i’m sure for that price and for it to be respected so much its got a lot live up to. my brother likes it and hes a Real nerd. so. i guess??? it should be worth it? i’d say wait until around Christmas/later in November for the steam sale if you really want to.

i mean, UT was made with the first one (tho i hear GMS 2 is way better) and toby didn’t know how to code going in so like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ honestly anyone can learn it and while i haven’t gotten to use it much yet, I want to.

there’s the Undertale Fan Engine made with GMS 2 and i’ve tried it, its pretty extensive and frickin cool.

TLDR; figure out what kind of game and story you want to tell/make. i could of saved a year’s worth of work if i just sat myself down and realized i wanted to make a completely new fangame separate from my old blog stuff. and that i wanted to make an rpg specifically.

honestly, i want to make more games after AL, like, if i could become a indie dev that’d be my dream. (ironic since i don’t play video games LMAO)

but yeah! theres lots of choices, and its all a little overwhelming honestly! if theres anything you need help with w/ any of these programs I am happy to help further. I wish you the best of luck!!!! video game making is hard work but its so worth it!!!

[all-hail-the-witcher]

the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

some Original Content by yours truly eeee

I had to write this for school, its like a send off speech cause were seniors and stuff and I thought you guys might appreciate it cause it talks about memes and stuff

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As a member of Generation Z, my mom often complains that I seem to speak in “code.” There have been countless occasions where I have had to explain the meaning of words such as  “same,” “mood,” and “me,” what a vine is, the notion that yeet is in fact a verb and not a noun, and, of course, memes.

As you are all aware, there are memes for virtually anything and everything you could possibly experience on a daily basis. From being stuck in traffic to stealing other peoples food, the internet and, by default, our brilliant minds, have created relatable images that oftentimes distract us from doing, say, our math homework. Obviously, we all want to pass our math classes, but when the homework consists of 48 problems saying “if Bobby has 16 apples and Susan owns a car that runs on vegetable oil, how many ice cubes will it take to cover the surface area of Norway” you can probably see why I procrastinate it until the last possible second.

It seems that schools teach us unnecessary things most of the time. If I were to ask something useful, for example: “What are taxes and how do I pay them?” it is almost certain that the school system would respond with: “Worry not. The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.”

What do we need school for anyway? We already know everything, just ask our parents. We cram study for all of our tests and promptly forget the information right after, just look at our midterm and final grades. We write all of our essays and speeches mere hours before they are due, just check our turnitin receipts. Add in sleep deprivation, an unhealthy dose of anxiety, three cups of coffee, a slightly dark sense of humor and you’ve got an average high school senior. From our perspective, we have every reason to wish graduation were tomorrow. And yet, some of us are still apprehensive about leaving, even if we don't want to admit it.

Why have we grown so attached to the place that has been the cause of our self proclaimed demise? It is because shoved in here, in this massive cell, we have all become mitochondria. Whether we like it or not, we have all become accustomed to being around each other everyday, and now that must change. Cells are constantly renewing themselves, and now it is time for this cell to let us go so that it can begin training the next batch of brains. We must now become the mitochondria of our own cell, wherever that may take us.

Now, this is the part of the speech where I tell you all the sappy stuff like “just be yourself,” “you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take,” and “don't let anyone dull your sparkle.” I’m also sure there are many motivational memes you could look at that would probably do a much better job motivating you than I can.

But if you haven’t tuned me out by now, remember this: above anything else, high school taught us how to survive on a daily basis in a place full of lunatics and still get decent grades. So, if you survived this, you can take whatever the world throws at you, using your own mitochondria worthy brain. That is what high school was meant to teach us.

And if you still wanna know how to pay taxes, just youtube it. I’m pretty sure some bored millennial made a how-to.

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idk everyone laughed in class when I read it today and the teacher died when I started talking about the mitochondria so

also gonna tag list cause why the heck not

hmu to be added

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[suhsuhsuckit]

Trick Or Treat-

Hyuck x Reader (girl)

Summary: In the school Y/N and her friends attend, they like to have a Halloween month, a full month or tricking and treating. A full month of dressing up to trying to scare someone to death. The day of October 1st, one boy decides to play a trick on Y/N. On October 31, that trick became the biggest treat of all

A/N: I tried my best, I hope you guys enjoy it. (: I hope you guys have a happy Halloween and it is safe but yet really fun. I love you guys <3

The day of October first, Y/N was already aware of people out there for tricks. She would careful sneak around, and would step to the side when she opened her locker. She was like a white tail deer when they feel alarmed. It finally got to the end of the day. She went to her locker, slowly opening it. She notices a note. When she opens it, someone scares her from behind. She jumps but quickly turns around looking to see who it was.

“Hello beautiful” the boy in front of her said. “How’s Y/N?” You smile ever so warm while looking at him.

“I guess I’m doing great, even though I was just scared.. gosh Donghyuck why did you have to do that to me?” He smiles big and shrugs while pulling you into a hug.

“I do have a question for you tho..” you look up at him and he smiles down at you.

“Will you be my girlfriend?..” You nod, kind of aware he may not mean it but you truly like him. He smiles big and he hugs you tightly. “Great, our first date is next Friday after school. “ he kisses your head before walking off.

The next week went by fairly quickly, it was like a blink of an eye and you’re in a café sitting across from your so called boyfriend, Donghyuck. It was fairly quiet at first, then he finally spoke up.

“So, how are you?” He says in a soft voice, holding his hands out across the table for yours. You gently place your hands with is, holding them tightly. His skin was soft and warm against your cold hands.

“I’m doing okay. I’m fairly happy.” You smile big at him and he smiles back at you.

“I am too” He squirms a little, like he’s in a very happy mood. A worker ends up bringing your guy’s drinks. Donghyuck thanks the worker and starts to drink his drink. “You’re so quiet. How come?”

“I don’t know what to exactly say? I’m kind of awkward.” You shrug as you took a sip of your water.

“I haven’t been to the bathroom all day hyuck. I’ll be right back “ You get up to go to the bathroom. Once you finally get into the stall, you hear another set of girls walk in. You don’t care and quickly go to the bathroom, and once you finish your business, you walk out as the girls dump water on you. Luckily it wasn’t a whole bucket, but you chose the wrong day to wear a white shirt. “You girls are obviously stuck in middle school.” You look into the mirror, sighing because your not wearing a bra and it’s able to tell through your now wet shirt. You fold your arms across your chest and walk out to hyuck.

“Hey, can I use your jacket?..” he looks at you confused.

“Why are you wet? “ he asks, giving you his jacket.

“Some girls poured water on me. Nothing much. “ He was about to say something and you sat down. “Hyuck, I don’t know if they go o our school or not, I don’t know their intentions on why they did this. Plus it was just water that got on me in the wrong area on my white shirt. So, it’s okay. Im not melting.” He smiles slightly at what you say and you smile at him.

After the date, things like that kept going off an on. At one point, you were wearing a dress and you didn’t have on safety shorts and someone trips you. Luckily you catch your self and you didn’t get hurt, but everyone behind you saw your underwear that day.

Another time, someone threw food at you, and it went down your shirt. So without causing a commotion, you cleaned up and shrugged it off. No matter what happened, you just shrugged it off. You never thought much of it because life always has its ups and downs plus it’s Halloween, some people don’t trick well.

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It was Halloween day, you were getting ready with your best friend Jeno. You finally brought the topic up about hyuck.

“I don’t think this relationship is true, you know? Like I feel like it’s just a big trick. To break my heart or something..” Jeno looks at you and sighs.

“Everything that’s been going on with you is a trick, he wanted to see how you would react. He was really sad when the jumping fake spider didn’t scare you. “ you giggle slightly and look at Jeno, “ He does like you though.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Really now? Mm.. well I don’t know if I want to get back at him now..” Jeno nods, telling you to get back at him and you two talk for the rest of the time for a plan.

It was like in no time, the day went by and you were at the corn maze with your friend group.

It was you, Donghyuck, Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun. You guys walked in the entrance to the corn maze and stayed close together. It felt like hours before you guys got to the first map, and that’s when you slowly walk off with your other friends behind you guys. You swiftly go away with out Hyuck even noticing. The guys kept walking on, Jeno watching them not notice your presence is gone.

Almost half way through, Hyuck reaches back for your hand and noticed you’re not there.

“Guys?! Where is Y/N” He looks at the other guys, having terror written all over his face.

“She’s right-“ Renjun turns around in his spit and looks for you. “She was right next to me.. just behind you..”

“I wonder how long she’s been gone..” Jaemin says, losing his smile. Hyuck starts to back track to see if he can find you. Jeno grabs his wrists and turns him around.

“I know you’re worried. I am too. But I think it would be better to finish the corn maze then see if she comes out. If she doesn’t with in a certain amount of time, we go tell someone. Okay? “ Hyuck nods and starts walking a head of everyone, letting a couple tears go. Every time another person walks by, he looks at everyone to see if he can find you. Every time he sees you’re not there, his heart drops a little more. Little did he know, you have already finished with other people and you’re waiting at the end for him. You are kind of hiding at the exit. Once you see him walk around the last corner with the other guys. You pop out.

“Boo!” You day while smiling big and you see all the guys, but Jeno, jump.

“You’re okay!!” Both Renjun and Jaemin say at the same time in relief. Then Donghyuck just grabs you after he realizes it is you. He hugs you tightly and starts to sob into your shoulder.

“I thought I lost you! I didn’t know what happened.. I promised your family before we left that I would keep a close eye on you.. and I really failed at that and I feel terrible.. I went to go grab your hand and you weren’t there.. Y/N what happened? Why did you leave us?.. why did you scare me?..” You felt your heart melt into as you hugged back.

“W-well I knew you didn’t mean it when you asked me out, that it was just a trick. So I wanted to get you back...” you felt bad for making him cry.You etch the other guys walk off to get food as you and hyuck talk everything out. Once he looks up, you wipe his tears and sigh. “You must really like me?..” he nods in reply, having a little pout.

“I like how you had a positive outcome with everything, and after getting close to you, knowing how warm of a person you are, it just made me fall for you. I knew you were beautiful, but I didn’t know you were so beautiful inside and out..” he sighs and looks into your eyes. “Y/N.. are you a ghost for Halloween?” You look at him in confusion and shake your head no. “Then you must be my boo” He quickly kisses your cheek and then let’s go if you.

“You must be candy corn for Halloween, you’re so corny! “ You giggle and grab his hand. He laughs at your little pun and smiles big.

“Seriously though, do you want to be my boo for..ever?” You nod and nudge him lightly as you two walk over to the guys.

“Wow this trick became the best treat ever” Hyuck says.

“Oh Donghyuck you’re so corny!” Jeno says while hugging Jaemin.

“I know, I guess it’s because you’re so boo-tiful.” Jaemin and Jeno laugh as Hyuck flared at them.

“That was basically spot on though, right babe?” You say while looking at him. You notice his gaze soften and his lips curl into a smile. “You made my Halloween amazing by the way” you say, whispering into his ear.

“You made mine amazing as well” He says back in a whisper. You two just watch the guys make fun of you and tell ‘behind the scenes’ since October 1st. Honestly, you were too busy focusing on Donghyuck to hear them talk about how he always complemented you.

Once again, this trick became the best treat ever.

[comradecrossing]

hi do you have any tips/recs for someone who’s just starting new leaf? i had it a long time ago but i stopped playing, and now i want to start playing again but i don’t remember it well 🙈

Hi! This might be long but! When I restarted this last time I was worried it would get boring real fast like with my first save, so I planned out as much as I possibly could ahead of time.

Think of a theme that makes you happy! Do you love witchy/fairy things? A specific color? maybe a season? particular villager animal? Aliens??? If you can figure out a theme you can build around (and it can be ANYTHING) then you will have much more confidence when you first step foot in your new town!

Now I’m gonna use my town as reference, so, I really like the Witchy/Fairy aesthetic and I knew immediately thats what i was going to do. I’m bad at town names, but i like Pokemon and remembered they have a fairy town, so I looked it up and got my name and figured why stop there? That’s how Laverre City became one of my sole inspirations for my town. I was inspired to restart because of hackers so even though I cant hack, I think about things I might like to do, or really want to do when/if i ever can and i have some big ideas lol im so sad. So ultimately i settled on a fall themed town (not perpetual fall but looks best in fall and the dreamcode will be of the town in fall) with lots of pink cosmos and regular saplings to give off a resemblance to Laverre City :)I then looked at a lot of forest and dreamy type towns to get some inspiration like mushroom rings, layout ideas, and items or PWPs to use. I also checked sites like animal crossing wikia to make a list of PWPs I might like in my town and chose 30 possible options (you can only build 30) and check the space requirements.

Once I start for real with a vague idea of where I want to put things I look at all the maps available and if they don’t have specific traits i want (secret beach, desirable town tree location, diving cliff, ponds in places that wont get in the way of projects and landscaping ideas, good spot for the cafe, etc) I restart until a map comes up that I like. Once I arrive in town its time to check my native fruit and rock locations and make sure its up to my standards, and if a resident is important for you to have/not have make sure to check the map too!

Once you get a town you’re happy with and you’ve found the perfect place to call home its time to get serious >: |It’s time for your first shovel and axe.Now, I have always been anti-axe in previous games but this last save changed me. I got a hold of that first axe and chopped down every tree that wasn’t a southern cedar tree! (southern cedars are only possible at the start! If you plant them they’ll only grow in the North, thats the top half of your town.) Now your town will feel barren at first and this is the ugliest stage but also one of the funnest -imo- so lets open up your patterns and get started. Now that you have a blank canvas use your green & blue tiles to signify trees/bamboo and bushes, you can even redesign it and write “T” or “B” respectably and start laying them out. You can also use the Yellow to lay down where you want PWPs (make sure to surround two spaces further than the project requires. a 3x3 fountain should look more like a 5x5 area to ensure no one moves directly next to where you want to build). You should have lots of fruit piled up (remember to stack them) so you can layout bush tiles and plant fruit if you’d rather have a better idea of how its gonna look. I planted all my peaches and would later go back and replace certain ones with new fruit i acquired. Its good to have a “this is all a process” mindset because it will take a while to get your town done even if you time travel, but thats good! because the game is all about making your dream town!

So now you have a good amount of the town planned out and probably have some ideas of what to do next. The next few days will be spent checking out how things are growing and making sure you planted things in the right spots. if there’s anything you’re not liking - change it! Your town Your rules!

Now while you are waiting for things to grow and get pretty its time to gather aaaaaallllll the flowers you can find and organize them in a large free space so they are all diagonally touching (XXXX), this way you can get hybrids early on :)Make sure they are the same breed and check hybrid guides so you know which colors work best to make the hybrids you most want and make sure to water them everyday as they will wilt if you don’t have the beautiful ordinance. Hybrids are good to have for trades when you dont have much money.

After all this you should be off to a pretty good start. Try to keep in mind villagers you would like to have and try to make friends online or IRL that you can adopt from (I always post when i have some one leaving and who I am hoping to replace them with and I usually get an offer fairly quickly, even for villagers I was desperate to get out. No matter who they are someone likes them :)) But if your town is set up in a way that you’ll be devastated if your dreamie moves in that one perfectly made up spot, it might be a good idea to plot set &/ reset.Plot resetting is when you make a *NEW* character save to check and see if anyone moved in overnight, and more importantly, if they moved in an undesirable place. If this happens restart and select the new save option until the villager plots in a spot you like. Once they do that build your tent somewhere and save quit. This will make the new residents spot permanent and then you can select the new save once more and delete their home. This could take quite a while if you have lots of “open” space. “Open Space” is how I refer to non-tiled/pwp or house occupied areas and the way I go about this is covering my town in about 75% tiles and spacing out pwps to where there are as few places houses can plot in as possible. Houses wont build over tiles and will plot at least 2 spaces away from other buildings, rocks and projects and one away from clifs and ponds/rivers. They dont care however if there are trees, bamboo, items, bushes, or flowers so be sure to lay out tiles in any place at risk to being plotted on. I refer to this as “Plot Setting” as you can make 3x3 empty plots you surround with tiles which will help villagers know where to plot. If you do a good job and plot everything out just right, you’ll never have to worry about someone messing up your hard work.

Now here’s the kinda sucky part of ACNL and that is The Limitations.Annoying programmed rules that seem to only get in the way such as the 2-space rule between pwps/buildings. This can mess up your aesthetic a lot and sometimes you will have to completely replan things due to a small fact you may have overlooked or not noticed and suddenly your garden isnt looking right so im gonna name off the biggest hassles and how I have gotten around some of them.

Bush + tree + bush: You can line up 12 trees/bamboo and bushes in a line. This works both straight and diagonally. only 12. Now you can leave gaps in some places that will reset the count or do intricate designs like one cedar in the middle of 4 bushes, a line of bushes with trees spaced out directly behind, a pattern of bushes and chopped bamboo, etc get creative. Visiting others towns or looking at pics people post can help you get lots of ideas. Bushes can touch each other but trees & bamboo still have the one space between rule.

PWP 2-space rule: now I’ve already mentioned this a few times but this rule is always the one that I seem to forget when planning. YOU NEED TWO SPACES. I cant tell you how many times i have planned project locations weeks in advance only to not be able to lay them out as i wanted because I got the space requirement wrong or only left one space between other objects :/

Beach Rules: You may have seen cool towns with pwps, cedar trees and hibiscus bushes scattered around their beach and Ive got some bad news; Those are hacked towns. The only thing that can be planted on the beach naturally is coconut and banana trees, flowers, and clovers. Nothing grows on the beach, not even weeds. No pwps can be built there either, even though it was initially programmed to be possible. I currently use the space for hybrid breeding since i have no space to elsewhere ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Tear Down and Build Up: I will say though that even though only maybe 15% of my original plans came to life, my town looks way better than i had ever imagined it would. Don’t be afraid to tear things down and try out different locations or setups you might figure something out that looks amazing compared to your original plans.

Finally, while you can participate in the Happy Home Ratings, you dont have too. Decorate how ever the flip you want. Find new things to do everyday as the game can get old fast and you might get temped to Timetravel (which isnt a bad thing if thats what you want to do, but be careful you dont lose your villagers/flowers! Even though I have the Beautiful ordinance, I water all my flowers incase they pop out a hybrid. I try to earn all the badges, I visit dreamtowns for inspiration, redesign areas of my town, farm PWPs, make patterns, try hunting down items to decorate my house with, etc, this is another area where having a theme can help as you will find inspiration easier, and make you feel more immersed like you’re playing an RPG.

I’ve gone on a lot here and I have more to add but I’ve spent over an hour typing this, but let me know if you have any other questions or need clarification on anything :) I’m not gonna add pics rn but if you need photo reference send another message and I will address it separately and add it here later.

Now heres a bunch of links to help you get invested:MoriBD - A catalog of every in-game item and an option to make a wishlistHybrid Guide - By @nooklingPWP GuideVillager Adoption Further Info on Plot ResettingPWP Farming Towns/interiors I found inspirationalSome QRsHacking info (if youre interested)How to upload your screenshots & Make your screenshot pretty!

Pick the right face when you startOnce you get the QR reader (talk to sable 7 days) you can use these

Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do to help :)Just putting it out there too, I am always happy to help people get whatever they want/need for no cost whether it be fruits, bamboo, mushrooms, items, hybrids, etc, I will always do what I can to help you out, whether you’re just starting or on your 5th year.

[baekhvuns]

Bro okay. This might be tmi idk. But today I had a meltdown cause I was trying to take a test at my university’s library and 10 min in, this group of people came and started talking over each other and playing music very loudly. And I couldn’t leave cause the test was timed. And I got SO mad. I left as soon as the test was over and had a mini breakdown in my dorm. But I felt immediately better in a quiet area. (My bad for thinking I could take a test at the library. I’m fairly certain I missed at least 5 questions cause I couldn’t concentrate.)

All that to say, it’s got me thinking if I have ADHD. I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks, I just haven’t made steps to getting diagnosed yet. Like I’m not 100% convinced I have it, but something’s up. Cause this is not the first meltdown I’ve had from too much sound stimulation and feeling helpless that I can’t focus. So I made a list of ALL the incidents in my life that could be linked to ADHD (or something else.) Boy, the list is wayyyy longer than I thought. And imma be pissed if I am neurodivergent and should’ve had test accommodations growing up.

So idk. I don’t really feel comfortable telling anyone irl about it until I actually see a doctor. Could be nothing. But we’ll see. Not really sure who to go to with shitty American health care.

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omg hello anon!! hope ur feeling better now and your test went good 😭😭😭 learnt it the hard way but library iS never a good idea to study in no matter how inciting it looks 😭😭😭 the vibe of staying home in ur comfort sounds more >>>> “but somethings up” DBWKDHWKDHWKDH

BESTIE !!! i hope ur school provides u with like counselling? or pet therapies? bc even if the healthcare is terrible maybe those will help,, bc sometimes a stranger helps more than others 😭😭😭 man im so sorry u had to go thru that idk why ppl do this full well kNOWING ITS FINALS WEEKS 😭😭😭 i wish u were at my uni atm they have those facilities and it’s truly so calming 😭😭😭😭 if only i could teleport u there and dbdbdbdb

ofc u should visit a doctor first before telling others!!! i hope there are facilities found,, i think there’s an app that gets u with connected with a instant doctor or but then again can’t guarantee those either,,, i do rly hope u find the peripher care!! u can always send in an ask or pm if u need to talk to someone!! 💓💓