#ask wildre

[whump-me-all-night-long]

Devin: 31, 80, and 90?

Erik: 3, 6, 7?

Sorry if this is too many!

31. What inspired the creation of your oc? Any specific things, a general aesthetic or idea, or something completely random?

When I created them, I had just joined my school's newspaper and really found a passion for journalism, so I kind of made Devin partly a self insert!

80. What is your oc’s handwriting like? How easy to read is it? Can they write/read cursive?

It is, and I say this in the kindest way possible, literal SHIT. That's why most of their work is done digitally on their laptop.

90. Does your oc have any objects they could never give up? Why is it so important to them? Do they have any family heirlooms?

Not really!! They're not super close to their family, no drama or trauma or anything, just normal family growing apart, and as such, they don't really have anything special from their childhood or any heirlooms.

3. How competent would your oc be in a survival situation? Would they be better off on their own or in a group?

Wildre would definitely be better off in a group, but only if he was the leader. He doesn't have a whole lot of survival skills, but he is really good at discerning people's strengths and weaknesses and assigning them roles based on those.

6. How much thought does your oc put into what they wear/look like? Any reason why?

He puts a decent amount of thought into how he presents himself, mainly because he wants to look like the respectable businessman turned philanthropist, not like Some Dude who has someone tied up in their torture dungeon.

7. Does your oc collect anything? What about of knowledge or facts? How big is their collection?

Hmm, besides collecting "fun" tortures facts and techniques, I would say that the only thing he collects is first edition books. Classics, bestsellers, extremely rare and obscure books, all first edition in his huge library. He definitely doesn't have a Gutenberg Bible.

[mimble-sparklepudding]

A Little OC Ask List of Difficult to Describe Emotions.

Some emotions are difficult to explain clearly. Perhaps your OC has experienced one of these? Can they remember a specific example? If they haven't then can they imagine what it might be like to experience?

Sonder: The profound feeling of realizing that everyone, including strangers passing in the street, has a life as complex as one's own, which they are constantly living despite one's personal lack of awareness of it.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that's usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation you compulsively play out in your head.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you've always had - the same flaws and weaknesses that you've been gnawing on continuously for years.

Greng Jai: A feeling of unwillingess to accept help from someone, out of concern for the trouble it might cause them.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things than one does.

Dolce Far Niente: A feeling of pleasure from doing absolutely nothing.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push other people away, even close friends, lovers or those that you trust.

Enouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in what was once the future, seeing how things turned out, but being unable to tell (or warn) your past self.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by exposure to acts of senseless violence.

Exulansis: The urge to give up trying to talk about an experience, because other people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know another person.

Attriage: The state of having lost all control over how you feel about someone.

Wildred: The feeling of haunting solitude in extremely remote places.

Mudita: A feeling of joy at another person's good fortune.

Aulasy: The sadness that there’s no way to convey a powerful memory to people who weren’t there at the time.

Ioia: The wish that you could see statistics overlaid on every person you encounter, perhaps to check the strength of their compatibility, measure their trustworthiness, or even just know for certain how they’re really feeling.

Yeorie: A certain scent that has the power to sweep you back into memories of childhood.

Thrapt: Being awed at the impact someone has had on your life, feeling intimidated by how profoundly they helped shape your identity.

Dolonia: A state of unease prompted by people who seem to like you too much, which makes you wonder if they must have you confused with someone else — and feeling vaguely disappointed that they’re unwilling to spend the time it takes getting to know the real you.

Antiophobia: A fear experienced while leaving a loved one, wondering if this will turn out to be the last time you’ll ever see them, and whatever good-bye you tossed their way might have to serve as your final farewell.

Harmonoia: An itchy sense of dread when life feels just a hint too peaceful.

Dolorifuge: Something which brings about a feeling which banishes or mitigates grief.

Compunctious: Feeling remorse or regret, but wishing to avoid actually apologising.

Callosity: A lack of feeling or capacity for emotion.

Mimeomia: The frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to do so.

Pronoia: A strange, creeping feeling that everyone’s out to help you...

Awumbuk: A feeling of emptiness or heaviness after someone else departs.

[legofanguy]

Launchitz week 2024 wildreness

A Dragon Ball fanfiction for @saiyan--tales and @xshironek0x event Launchitz week 2024 day 6 wilderness. Raditz appearance is based on his Super Saiyan 4 fan art by @funsexydb.

Launch enjoy the great outdoors, even as it means the police wouldn't find her, as the blond hair woman wearing a green shirt and orange shorts track in the woods with a loot bag on her back. Once she find a land to sit down, Launch check her bag full of money and she said with a smile, "I hit the motherload with that bank heist. Come to mama." Before Launch could take in that sweet green, she hear a noise and quickly ready herself as Launch pull out her machine gun and get ready to fire at whoever that was.

As Launch look around, something land behind her and the blond hair woman realized that it was watching her from the trees and she turn around to see a red fur wild man with a long mane and look at Launch. Launch was surprised that she back up to a tree as she shout, "H-Hey you, stay back! You hear me!" The wild man look at Launch for a moment and said to her, "You are woman." and Launch shout, "Yeah, I'm a woman. So what is it to you, hairy?" The wild man jump from the trees and then jump down in front of Launch, whose was about to fire her uzi at the wild man when he hand her some berries and said, "Gift for you." Confused, Launch said to him, "Thanks." and try one, finding it to be good and she then ask the wild man, "Do you have a place to live?" and the wild man reply, "Yes. Raditz's house." The wild man then pick up Launch to her shock and he jump on the trees to his house, carrying his new found mate.

[cosmicanamnesis]

he tastes like chocolate pt. 9

[part 1] [part 8] [part 10] [read on ao3]

December 31st, 6 hours to midnight

“What the hell is happening right now?” Gareth asked after a long moment. Jeff, who had been hiding behind the half-assembled drum kit, could only shrug.

Steve looked at Eddie. “Wingman,” he said, pointing to Dustin.

“D&D group,” Eddie replied, gesturing vaguely towards the house. They nodded at each other as Dustin stepped around the giant speaker he’d been leaning on.

“Oh… my god,” he said, pointing at both of them, smiling through his dawning realization. They both shot him intense looks, choking off whatever he was about to say. “Steve… That band I make you play all the time…” Dustin tipped his head towards the makeshift bandstand being set up in the garage. Steve and Eddie turned back to each other with twin shocked expressions.

“That song-”

“It’s our cover-”

“You guys are really good-”

“I can’t believe this is happening-”

Gareth’s and Jeff’s phones dinged at the same time while Dustin pressed himself into a corner, trying not to be noticed. Eddie rolled his eyes. He knew what that meant.

“Oh, Jesus… Hang on,” he said, holding up a finger to Steve as he pulled out his phone to see what disaster was happening in the group chat.

Dustpan: you guys will never believe who Eddie’s “cute boy” is

Garebear: Who the hell is this guy?

Microwave: who is it?

Leia: who?

JIF: I feel like I’m missing something

Dustpan: just get down here

if you shitheads say anything i swear i will tpk you all next session

Wildred: OMG

Leia: hang on, i’ll be down in a sec

“Steve??” Mike cracked the door to the garage open and stared Steve down, blinking like he was hallucinating. "Is that… Robin's shirt?" He didn't have time to get an answer.

“Steve is here!?” They heard a girl's voice echo in the kitchen before the door was thrown open more and El slid into the garage, dressed entirely inappropriately for the weather.

“Ellie J!” Steve yelled, throwing his hands up over his head as she ran and tackled into him. Laughing, he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, giving her one good spin before he set her back down.

“I thought you were going to a party with-”

“Well,” Steve said, cutting her off. “Turns out I accidentally got invited to the same party twice,” he explained, glancing back up at Eddie, who looked both shocked and mortified.

“So… Are you staying?” El asked.

“Yeah,” Steve chuckled. “I think I am.”

El grabbed Steve’s hand and started dragging him back into the house. He tossed the helmet he was still holding at Eddie on his way in, giving him a look that he hoped said something along the lines of, you have some explaining to do. 

That left Eddie alone in the garage with Dustin, Gareth, Jeff, and Mike all staring at him intently.

“What?” Eddie broke the silence.

“How about we start with how the hell did you meet Steve?” Mike said, stepping out into the garage, pulling the door shut behind him.

“I would also like to know,” Dustin said, raising his hand, sitting down on top of the speaker he had set up before.

“Oh, please. You guys aren’t stupid,” Eddie said, but Dustin and Mike met him with blank expressions. “Jesus, do I have to spell it out for you? What does Steve do for a living?”

“He works in a coffee shop,” Dustin said.

“Yes. And the guy I’ve had a crush on for like, three months?”

“The barista that always takes your order when you do the coffee run,” Mike continued.

“And Steve’s coffee shop happens to be where…?” Eddie was met with blank stares. “Oh my god, have none of you ever been into the Waystation?”

“How often do you think we go downtown, Ed?” Dustin asked sarcastically. Eddie nodded, rolling his eyes.

“He’s like, two doors down from my tattoo parlor, guys. That’s how I met him.”

“And in all the time you two have apparently known each other, you never bothered to mention us?” Mike asked, almost sitting down behind Gareth’s drums, but Gareth thwacked him in the arm with his drumsticks. “That hurts, Eddie. Right here.” He tapped his chest over his heart a few times to punctuate the joke.

“I mentioned you a couple times!” Eddie countered. “Just, I guess, not by name. In my defense, he mentioned you guys but never by name either. Shit, he even told me about your sister, Wheeler. Just-.”

“Not by name,” Mike and Dustin said in unison, cutting him off. He nodded and looked around, finally deciding to just set both helmets in the front seat of the van.

“Okay, hang on,” Jeff crossed his hands, calling for a time-out. “Eddie, you know Steve from work. Dustin, Mike, you know Steve from…?”

“He dated my sister,” Mike said flatly.

“And he used to babysit us,” Dustin added.

“And we know you ‘cause I’m dating Will,” Gareth said, clapping his hands together once as loud as he possibly could, drumsticks tucked under one arm. “And the circle of stupidity is complete.”

“Great. This has been unbearable, can I go now?” Eddie asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Go where?" Gareth asked, going back to twirling one of the drumsticks in his hand. "We need to finish setting up and sound check. You're here, now help. You two, begone!" He waved his free hand at Dustin and Mike, shooing them back into the house. Grant, the last member of the band, snuck in past them as they were leaving.

"Eddie, is that your barista friend in the living room?" he asked, pointing behind him as he crossed through the garage.

"Ah huh," Eddie nodded. He hopped up into the back of the van and started dispersing guitars. "Steve. Turns out, uh, he's already friends with the boys."

"Huh. Weird coincidence," Grant said, taking his bass from Eddie.

"Yeah. Dunno if you saw the group chat, but if Dustin or any of you so much as breathe a word to him about me liking him, your characters are all dead next session."

"Roger that," Grant laughed, giving Eddie a small salute. 

In the house, Mike and Dustin cornered Steve, who was sitting on the living room floor looking at El's most recent paintings. It was definitely the living room of college-aged boys. Every piece of furniture was picked up off street corners and at least fifteen years old, and decorations for at least three holidays had become permanent fixtures around the room. 

"You're getting better at perspective," Steve said, as if he had half an idea what he was talking about. He'd learned a lot of art words talking to Will over the years, and figured he could fake it enough for El's sake.

"Thank you!" she said, shuffling the small canvases around. "I've been practicing with more dynamic poses."

"Ahem," Dustin cleared his throat conspicuously as he leaned in the doorway between the kitchen and then living room. Mike leaned against the other side, and as Steve turned to look at them, Lucas came down the stairs and into view between them.

"Steve!" Lucas smiled. "Thought you couldn't make it."

"He came with Eddie," Dustin said pointedly, arms crossed as he waited for Lucas to catch up.

"You- oh," Lucas nodded, understanding.

"Oh what? Why do you guys keep saying that?"

"Wait, Eddie's date is- oh," Max said, coming down the stairs, nearly running into the boys in her hurry. "Hey Steve. Thought you weren't coming."

"Eddie's date??" Steve balked, standing up. The second he was on his feet, though, the doorbell rang.

"You wanna get that?" Dustin asked, glancing at the front door, which Steve was closest to. 

Steve rolled his eyes but peeked out the small window anyway, expression changing from annoyance to shock in moments.

"Robin!" he yelled, throwing the door open.

"Steve? I thought Eddie was taking you-"

"Yeah, funny story," Steve cut her off, smiling tensely, as she came into the house and tossed her jacket over the arm of the couch on the pile of other coats. "Turns out Eddie's friends are also, uh, our friends."

"What? How the hell…?" Robin left the question open-ended, staring at Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max who had yet to move out of the doorway to the kitchen, waiting for an explanation.

"Y'know how Will's boyfriend is in a band?" Dustin asked. Robin nodded. "And one of his bandmates volunteered to run a D&D campaign for us?"

"Our DM is Eddie," Mike said, cutting right to the chase. "The guy Steve's had a-"

"Another word and I will personally set fireworks off in your bed, Wheeler. Don't try me." Steve glared at Mike, shutting him up instantly.

"Wait, Eddie? Like, Eddie Eddie? Huge complicated order Eddie?" Robin asked, turning to Steve. They could all practically see the wheels turning in her head. Eddie you have a crush on, Eddie?

"Yeah. That Eddie," Steve nodded. They didn't have time to be shocked anymore as two more pairs of footsteps came down the stairs.

"It's Steve!" Will said, glancing backwards to Erica as she came into view.

"Steve? Dustin said you weren't coming-" Erica started.

"We're well past that," Dustin said, holding a hand up to cut her off.

"Wait… Is Steve Eddie's-"

"Yeah," Max nodded. "He is."

"He is… what?" Steve almost yelled. "I'm Eddie's what?"

"Sorry, Steve," Lucas shook his head. "Under penalty of death, we can't say."

Steve and Robin looked to teach other, their silent conversation going something like,

What the hell are they on about? I'm not Eddie's anything.

They seem to think you are. Do they think you're his date?

I'm not his date! A house party isn't a date!

I think you should probably tell Eddie that. 

Everyone's hands shot to their ears as they were interrupted by a piercing feedback squeal from the garage. 

"Sorry!" Gareth yelled into the house.

"Well," Dustin said, turning his attention back to the guests in his living room. "The important thing is that you're here, right?"

“I think the important thing is that Steve’s wearing Robin’s clothes,” Max muttered. Will covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.

“The important thing is that you are all very clearly hiding shit from me!” Steve said, putting his hands on his hips in his best “mom stance,” as Max always called it. Fuck it. Might as well lean into the role. For half a second, he wondered if I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed would have any weight.

"Sorry, man," Lucas said again with a halfhearted shrug. "Orders from on high."

The rest of the group all nodded or shrugged in agreement. Steve stared each of them down, one by one.

"Orders… From Eddie, you mean?" All eyes went wide, confirming Steve's guess. "He's got some secret that you all know and I don't and he made you promise not to tell?"

"He threatened to TPK us," Will admitted. Steve sighed. If Eddie was their dungeon master, then Steve knew more about him than he thought.

Steve had heard about the D&D campaign at length, and about the DM running it plenty. Ruthless, the boys always said, but fair, and a storytelling genius, and they always forgot all the NPCs were just him with different voices for as fully as he embodied every single one. But from what Steve had heard, Eddie hitting the party with an asteroid or something wasn’t exactly out of the question. And they were at a really critical plot point in the game, last they told him. Something about some vampire guy with a funny name. 

A lot of things started clicking into place, and Steve conceded with a nod. He could always talk to Eddie himself. 

Speak of the devil.

The band started filing back inside, either not noticing or not caring about the entire rest of the party sardined into the living room doorway. Jeff made a beeline for the fridge and started passing water bottles around. Gareth grabbed one and smiled at Will, coming up to wrap an arm around his waist.

“Oh, don’t touch me, you’re sweaty,” Will laughed, halfheartedly trying to push Gareth away.

“Never stopped you before,” Gareth flirted, making Will blush. That public display of affection was enough to make the group dissipate in a chorus of gagging sounds.

“Gross, dude,” Jeff shot Gareth a disapproving look. “Anyway, oven’s preheated, first batch of pizza rolls going in,” he announced loudly, pulling a bag out of the freezer.

“Oh my god, you were serious,” Eddie said, catching a glimpse of the inside of the freezer, packed full of pizza rolls and waffles with the biggest bottle of vodka Eddie had ever seen peeking out from under the rest of the hoard.

And so the party was on. Most of the group chose to hang around the kitchen table, which Steve recognized as his parents’ old one, passing bags of chips around as they stood and chatted. Eventually beers and sodas got passed around and the pizza rolls came out of the oven and somebody connected to a bluetooth speaker and the tension of earlier evaporated.

“What’s up, Robs?” Steve asked. Robin had turned away from the conversation they were having with Will and Lucas, brows furrowed, staring at nothing.

“Just… thought I heard something. Lucas, is anyone else com-”

She was cut off by the front door opening.

“Hello?” Another familiar voice called into the house. Steve and Robin peeked out from the kitchen to see Nancy, Jonathan, Barb, and a man neither of them recognized coming into the house.

“Hey Nance,” Dustin said from the couch, not looking away from the game of Mario Kart he was absolutely demolishing El, Eddie, and Mike at.

“Hey! You guys made it!” Eddie smiled. The group shed their coats into the growing pile and joined in the party with relative ease.

“Steve! It’s good to see you!” Nancy grinned, coming up to wrap her arms around him. 

“Nance! Hey!” Steve wasn’t exactly surprised that Nancy and Jonathan came to the party, since they were the actual older siblings of the group, but it seemed like she knew he was going to be there, which struck him as odd. As Nancy continued on her path to the fridge, giving hello’s and hugs to everyone on her way, Steve looked at Robin, then Will and Lucas. “Why is Nancy the only one not shocked to see me?”

“Maybe she just figured you’d be here, ‘cause you hang out here all the time,” Will shrugged.

“No, Eddie said he was bringing you,” Nancy said, cracking a soda and joining them by the dining table. Of course she overheard. “I mean, I did figure Dustin would invite you, but-”

“Wait, what do you mean Eddie said he was bringing me?”

“He told Barb he was bringing you… And Barb told me.” It was Nancy’s turn to look confused. “Steve, you know Barb and Eddie work together, don’t you? The tattoo parlor by the Waystation? It’s Argyle’s shop.”

“Who?” Steve raised his eyebrows.

“Ar- Oh, duh, you two haven’t met. Argyle!” Nancy yelled into the living room to get his attention. 

“What’s up, chica?” Argyle joined them in the kitchen, slinging an arm over Nancy’s shoulder.

“Argyle, this is Steve,” Nancy introduced them. “Steve, Argyle. He’s Jon’s boyfriend.”

Oh yeah. Steve had heard a little bit about Nancy and Jonathan’s… arrangement, he guessed, from the boys and El.

“Nice to meet you,” Steve said politely, offering his hand out, expecting Argyle to shake it. That was not what ended up happening.

Argyle moved away from Nancy and took Steve’s hand, sure, but it was immediately followed by the man pulling Steve into the tightest bro-hug he had ever experienced.

“Heard all about you, man,” he said, still crushing Steve’s ribs. Steve was pretty sure he felt his back pop. After what felt like a decade, Argyle finally loosened up, letting Steve breathe again. “Eddie talks about you-”

“Eddie what now?” Eddie said, leaning around the doorframe into the kitchen. “Y’all talking shit about me?”

“All good things, my man,” Argyle laughed. Eddie just nodded, making eye contact with Steve.

“Smoke?” he asked, tipping his head back towards the front door.

“Sure,” Steve nodded, grateful for the save. He pushed past Nancy and Argyle and back into the living room where Eddie was holding Steve’s coat out to him already and Dustin was reveling in his unsurprising Mario Kart victory.

There was something underneath Eddie’s smile that Steve couldn’t place.

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so. if this goes how i want it to, it'll end up being 10 chapters(11 parts on tumblr). for the love of god somebody hold me to that, i don't have the energy for another 100k+ word fic.

anyway THE LORE!! for the life of me i can't figure out how to work this into the story this late in the game so here is the background:

in this little au, eleven and will are actually twins and her name is Eleanor Jane, and steve is the only person in the world who gets to call her Ellie J. the boys all live together in campus-adjacent housing bc they're college sophomores, Max is also a student but officially lives w her mom ("Susan's in on it, too," this will come up later) but spends most of her free time at the house with Lucas, El is not a college student and just lives at home with Joyce nd Hopper, and Erica lives at home bc she is a senior in high school. Gareth, Jeff, and Grant all grew up in the trailer park, they are the other kids in the sparkler fight photo on the fridge, and Gareth and Will met in a required psychology class when Will was a freshman and Gareth was a junior (if anybody else saw noah.i.c's A Very Steddie Christmas series on tiktok, that's what got me on the Will/Gareth train, and if you HAVENT seen it go watch it it wonderful)

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[yellowjacketsfashion]

:) what you do is honestly so impressive, can i ask what your strategy is or some of the steps u take (bc im curious, not asking for an extensive tutorial or anything lol)

Thanks, I try my best! :)

For the most part I use Google’s image search to find items (though Pinterest and Ebay have similar programs that do the same kind of thing). I usually start with a good photo of the item I’m looking for, in this scenario I’m going to use tomorrow’s item as an example.

In this instance we’re looking for Lottie’s pink sweater (Top Left Image). I then click the camera icon and crop the image down to what I’m looking for (pink sweater).

The search will give me results and I look through them to find a similar item (bottom left image shows examples). In this instance, the sweater is really distinct and so it’s not that difficult to point out. The bottom right image shows that I’ve found it on ebay. From there I’d save the original image of Lottie wearing the sweater and a screen shot of the found item and crop them both to be square photos for my post. I’d copy down the found item name and add that underneath the photos on my post before putting it in my queue!

Sometimes items aren’t as easy to find (usually because I can’t find a good picture) and so I have to resort to typing out descriptions of the item. If I was doing that for Lottie’s sweater I’d probably say “pink houndstooth striped sweater” and hope it comes up in the results.

If it doesn’t I usually add what I call “mall stores” to the end of the search to help find it (so like Zara, Forever 21, Urban Outfitters, Anthropologie, etc.) I’ve found that at least for the younger cast, items are mostly from stores like that and depending on what the item is, I can usually narrow it down based on the clothes these stores usually carry. What I like so much about the Wildreness wardrobes though is that because they needed multiples, pretty much all the clothes are modern and so I don’t have to look for vintage (which would make this whole thing significantly more time consuming). The older cast is a little harder to find stuff for because as a younger person I’ve usually never heard of the stores their stuff is from or I haven’t shopped there to know what they sell. I know some of the adults also wear vintage clothes and that can also make it harder to find an exact match (though they did use a lot of vintage in the Pilot for the pre-crash scenes apparently).

Some of the hardest items to find are usually flannels and striped shirts (which Yellowjackets has no lack of) due to the colors and patterns being difficult to pick up in the Google searches. Though, because they’re patterned they are usually easier for me to visually identify when I find them. Solid color items are harder because they could literally be from anywhere (this is why I have like no Travis finds). Plus, because I’m looking for items the costume department bought years ago, I’m usually at the whim of people reselling their old clothes online. Over all though, for some reason Adult Taissa’s clothes have been the easiest to find? I think it’s because they’re pretty much all designer and there’s more monetary value in reselling those rather than a forever 21 t-shirt you bought 2-3 years ago.

Besides my own finds I also repost other people’s finds or listings from sites like Spottern and Shopyourtv.com to help add to the content I publish on here. I find those posts to be good filler and helpful for me because it usually makes up for my lack of Adult Yellowjackets items.

In addition, I read/listen to interviews with people like the costume designer because they’re really insightful and usually provide inside information that can help me find items (or give me fun facts).

I know you didn’t want a tutorial but looking back I think I kind of gave you one. I think i covered everything but let me know if you have any other questions! I’d be happy to answer! Either way, I hope you found my process interesting! :)

(Edit to say that Laura Lee is hands down the hardest person to find stuff for because all the clothes are modest and I kind of think the costume department didn’t get them from the stores everyone else got clothes from. Idk though but that’s just my thought.)

[darkestmiqote]

4. Does your OC have a failed friendship or relationship they still think about? What happened? Is it an unresolved regret or is there a chance for reconciliation?

Wilred. This guy, remember him?

They're both ala mhigan, but being seven years older than him, Eru remembers Ala Mhigo, the violence of the garlean invasion and how hard it was to survive in Thalanan the first years after escaping from Gyr Abania. This made Eru much more disillusioned about taking back their homeland, it felt something simply unreachable, unlike Wildred and the kids born after settling up in Little Ala Mhigo, fed with ideas of a grandiose past that was taken away from them. If only they knew how crushing the invasion was and how naive, even stupid, their idea of summoning Rhalgr was.

Eru hated Wildred. He was just a spoiled child, someone completely detatched from reality, a proud ala mhigan that remembered the day Eru fled from Little Ala Mhigo, the son of a traitor that got rich by exploiting his own people. He was everything Eru hated about himself. Their fight was obviously short, Wildred stood no chance, but it felt very personal to Eru. Taking down the Amalj'aa and disrupting the Ascians' plan was much more than his duty as a Scion, it felt like atonement.

When he asked him to join the Crystal Braves, Eru truly believed to do something good. For the first time in his life, after defeating Gaius, Eru wanted to believe he could help rebuild, to keep doing good for his own people. That maybe, just maybe, he wasn't the failure his father made him believe to be. That by accepting Wildred and giving him the tools he needed to grow and become a better man, he could undo the damage he did to his countrymen. That there was hope.

Only to find him dead in the Shroud, killed by the same army he helped build. By the same Monetarists that gave power to his father. By his own people.

That was the beginning of the end of every single trace of hope in Eru's heart.

[bluecoolr]

Blueberry!!! So this is for the Percy Jackson AU

Okay so, the goblets that go with breakfast, lunch and dinner can fill up with any drink you can imagine, given it's non alcoholic. What would be Darrell's drink of choice?

It totally differs!

"You mean I can get... anythin'? Anythin' I want? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼" Lil baby boy probably asks for drinks he associates with good memories.

The fizziest sprite imaginable that brings him back to the time he went to a monster truck rally with his Dad. A mango milkshake from that one diner by the roadside he forgot the name of. Chilled milk at breakfast that reminds him of waking up to cold mornings when he lived in the wildreness with Earl. Just regular degular things ♥︎

[bn-stands-for-book-nerd]

@quasi-normalcy There's a whole sci-fi subgenre dedicated to just that : Solarpunk.

I'd recomend Becky Chambers's Psam for the wild built.

It's a story about a future where people live in small towns, using as much ressources as needed and not a bit more. In this world, robots have left humanity to go and live in the wildreness, with the promice of one las wish for humanity to be fullfilled later. It's been centuries and you follow a enby tea monk, Dex as they meet a robot came to ask an historical question : what do people need ?

It's a good book, I agree we need more (paradox ?). But even if it' comes out harsh, I want to say : we need to stop stating "I need a piece of art to do X !" and take the habit to make more art on our own.

I think it's the same problem from different angles : We live in a consumer society. We have the habit of consuming, not producing. Some of us produce, but only one thing at a time and with the intent to give to others. I think this results both in our "allways more" obcession, and with our "Someone should do X, because I won't !" relationship with art.

We should get back to be producers and sharers. Let's take the habbits needed to make the slow future we need.

We need nothing short of a "Can do" range movement here.

Someone do a science fiction series that's set in a "slow movement" future.

[actualsunflower]

you know what? you seem like a logical flower. pls tell me how to go on after the horrifying epiphany that none of the wooden buildings and stuff in fallout would still be there. how does one account for that in, like, writing and stuff. you know any buildings from 200 years ago just standing around without any care, let alone after an apocalypse?? any 1820 houses just milling abt hmmm? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ABT THIS KNOWLEDGE GHDSHGSDFG TT-TT ...anyway love your art and your lovely soft protagonist 10/10

I think about this sometimes too, wood can last for a while when it's maintained really well, we have a historic district downtown with houses over 100 years old, but they had been very attentively cared for until recently, and now that they aren't getting that care they're falling apart, rotting, collapsing in on themselves. A good portion of the wooden houses around the Commonwealth are in bad shape but not nearly as bad as youd think with all the fallout, bad weather and their proximity to an entire nuclear explosion back in the day

So many of the buildings in Boston and like areas are made from brick, and I'm not surprised those are still standing but I certainly think all those almost pristine wooden houses (I'm thinking those ones on the coast especially and the ones scattered around the sides of the roads) should be way more decomposed. They're a little broken up with some collapsed walls/roof, and sometimes floors or stairs but you'd think they'd be a lot more done in.

I think areas like Fairline Hill Estates, Covenant, Taffington boathouse, are reasonably in decent condition because people are actively/were recently living there so I imagine they were at least trying to maintain them

Accounting for writing, I tend to mention things like how the wood is rotting, how it's soft and crumbles or falls apart when stepped on or grabbed. How it sounds depending on if it's soggy rotting or completely dry and splintering. And that unmistakable smell of old rotting wood (idk if you've spent time around rotting wood or not but it has this Smell. I can smell it just thinking about it, kinda like musty old dust and mold, it almost smells wet without being wet sometimes). If it's creaky and dry and there's dust clouds when it's stepped on. Who knows what kinda mutated termites there are now, or what kind of crazy fungus grows on the wood.

Oh fuck giant radiation adapted OYSTER MUSHROOMS, BIG ASS CHICKEN OF THE WOODS???

Also :D I'm very glad you like Jay and also thank you!!

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Goes to Kingston At His Own Request,” Toronto Star. January 15, 1932. --- Fugitive From Reformatory Gets Two-Year Term --- Special to The Star Guelph, Jan. 15. - Wildred B. Sutton of Toronto, Ontario Reformatory inmate who escaped yesterday, appeared in police court to-day and was sentenced to two years in Portsmouth penitentiary for breaking custody. Sutton, captured near Georgetown a few hours after his get-away, surprised the court when he asked to be sent to Kingston.

[AL: Almost everything about this news report, and the dozen others published in other newspapers, is incorrect except for the facts of the escape from Guelph Reformatory. His real name was Larry Credagnia or Credagna, and he wasn’t born in Toronto but in London, Ontario.. Despite his young age of 24, he had already racked up an impressive list of convictions and confinements, including time in the House of Refuge on Randall’s Island, Dannemora Penitentiary, and the Elmira Reformatory in New York, the Atlanta Penitentiary, and the Ontario Reformatory. He had been deported from the United States and was sent to the Atlanta prison for returning illegally. He had a sail boat tattoo on his right arm and on his left, a skull and cross bones, anchor and scroll, dagger and scroll reading ‘Blake’ and the initials of William B Sutton. A boilermaker, he was in the quarry gang at Guelph. At Kingston Penitentiary, Credagna was convict #2476 and he worked first in the mail bags then in the boiler house. Credagna disliked the mail bags, finding them poorly administered, but enjoyed working in the boiler - following his civilian training. Although he claimed to have nothing against the administration, he supported the October 1932 riot, quitting work with the rest of his fellow convicts. He demanded recreation, newspapers, cigarettes, the end of mandatory preaching (”the minister does not carry out his duties, he is a poor preacher, calls us numbskulls”) and better working conditions in general. He supported a strike in the boiler house and engineer’s gang in mid-1933, demanding the end to ‘revenge based’ practices of the Engineer. He was released October 1933.]

[whump-me-all-night-long]

1. what color do you associate with them?

For Wildre?

Probably like a cold icy gray? Like a huge glacier but slightly more faded, if that makes any sense lol

[stressed-crow]

i didnt exactly get tagged, but @lieberts​ said the “whoever wants to do it” thing (like 4 moths ago but i just found it in my likes) so here i goooo

also i tag @krchov​ @cowardlylearningtobebrave​ @feathereddamsel​ @gruntie​ and @luwucifer-s​ but like, only very vaguely. feel free not to~

1. MUSIC TAG MEME 

Rules: Post your first twenty songs in a playlist on shuffle

Mama (My Chemical Romance)

Stigma (BTS)

Man Who Sold The World (Nirvana)

End of Spring (ONEWE)

Love Maze (BTS)

I’m so afraid (Holland)

Dear my friend (agustd)

O-O-H Child (The Five Stairsteps)

Go Go (BTS)

Time is Running out (The Muse)

Movement (Hozier)

Les Passants (Zaz)

The Witching Hour (ODJBOX)

Feelings (Hayley Kiyoko)

0X1=LOVESONG (txt)

YAYAYA (Stray Kids)

Empire (Of Mice and Men)

Problems (Mother Mother)

Question (Stray Kids)

Kill Your Heroes (AWOLNATION)

(i do not take any criticism on my music taste, least of all a costructive one)

2. Rules: MAKE A NEW POST, bold what applies to you and tag whoever you want to get to know better.

APPEARANCE 

I’m an I-need-to-pull-the-driver-seat-all-the-way-in kind of a person // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing  // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo  // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how I look // I prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backward

HOBBIES & TALENTS 

i play a sport // i can play an instrument  // i am artistic  // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own (if it was like... chill wildreness. i mean i can get a fire going and shit like that i cant fistfight a bear or whatever) // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS 

i am in a relationship // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETIC 

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean (i dont like it tho the sea scares me) // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISC 

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift  // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least one dog // i have a cat ---------

3. THIS OR THAT TAG GAME (1)

sage green or baby blue | moon or stars | paperback or hardback | piercings or tattoos (i want a new one... both piercing and tattoo) | drawing or writing | saturn or jupiter | line without a hook or mr. loverman (what does this mean??) | ancient greece or ancient egypt | prague (yo i live here thats wild) or amsterdam | dark academia or light academia | indie aesthetic or cottagecore | stargazing or late night drives | strawberries or watermelons | rings or necklaces | extrovert or introvert | dragons or griffins | ocean or mountain | silver or gold | dawn or dusk | creative or free spirit | early bird or night owl | cook or bake | dagger or sword ---------

4. THIS OR THAT TAG GAME (2)

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest (i dont do either) // braids or pigtails // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos (new!! both!!) // summer or winter (both suck) // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon (am european) // strawberries or watermelon (im using this opportunity to pick the other one yes) // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theaters // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction

5. Post one picture from my camera roll (no new downloads) to sum up my personality! u get two bcs they are v good

6. 30 QUESTIONS TAG GAME 

RULES: Answer 30 questions and tag others

Name/Nickname: lucy 

Gender: female 

Star Sign: leo

Height: 170 cm 

Time: 22:04 

Birthday: july 1  IS WHAT I WROTE INITIALLY bcs i cant fucking read and thought it just said “date” lol anyway its 11th of August

Favorite Bands: bts, stray kids :)

Favorite Solo Artists: sunmi, taemin :) and hozier i cant betray him 

Song stuck in my head: la la la la vie en rose

Last Movie: def some horror movie but i forget which lol

Last Show: probably the untamed lmaooo did not even finnish it 

When did I create this blog: december 2013 apparently 

What do I post: kpop babey 

Last thing googled: i gotta fact check lots of shit for work so probs smting sports related (but make no mistake i dont know a single thing abt sports) 

Other blogs: what for i dump everything here

Do I get asks: no

Why I chose my url: self-explanatory

Following: 100

Followers: ???

Average hours of sleep: about 8 hours 

Instruments: none 

What am I wearing: pink pajama shorts with kitties, black shirt torn beyond decent wearability and this dark green... jacket,,, hoodie...thing.

Dream job: village witch 

Dream trip: me @ japan: 

(i was supposed to go study there starting winter 2020 :) im abt to lose my fucking mind :) so yeah you get a dead meme for this) also new zealand, iceland, and going back to sweden sometime

Favorite food: pizza bithc its versatile, also cereal coz im a child

Nationality: czech (rip) 

Favorite song: black swan (bts), levanter (skz), take me to church (hozier), noir (sunmi) (those are from the top of my head current favs theres way more but here u go)

Last book read: MIMOZEMŠŤANÉ V ČECHÁCH (= aliens in czechia) by idk, some married couple thats probs wanted whatever xfiles had but low budget, its pure nonsense, best read of this year, dont regret a single second

 Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: magnus archives bich i dont give a fuck; middle earth to blaze it with hobbits; i wanna be one of those lil shaky-head-tree-things in mononokehime

[eene-fangirl]

The Son-of-a-Shepherd and his Big Lug (An Ed and Rolf Fanfiction)

NOTE: This is a commission from @fantaflavordringtones. Thank you very much! I hope you enjoy it!

Rolf did not understand it. All day he couldn’t stop thinking about that loaf-in-the-head Ed boy. Trying to take his mind off of things by doing his chores out in the garden, the tomatoes turned into Ed’s eyes, the pumpkin turned into Ed’s head, and Wildred’s streaky oiks sounded like Ed’s laughter. Was he losing his mind?

Deciding that he needed a break, Rolf took a walk throughout the cul-de-sac. Staring at the cracks in the ground, he had to remind himself where all this began. What was the word that his nana and all the other girls called it in school? A crush? Infatuation? Rolf was not too sure about what the meant exactly but was he really in love with Ed?

“Get out of the clouds, son of a shepherd!” Rolf told himself. He wasn’t sure if this was something that he should discuss with his father or not. All the conversations were about chores, man-to-man talks about how Rolf was coming into his own in America. 

Because Rolf was growing up in America his father was jealous because he had a better understanding of American customs. That was not his fault. Coming to America was his father’s idea of a better living for their son.

Spending what felt like a good five minutes out of his head, Ed’s face came back into his mind again. Ed had the best smile. Did anybody notice those dimples? And his eyebrow. That was his best feature. And he was so strong. Just like him. They actually had more in common than he thought. 

Realizing what he was doing, Rolf slapped himself in the face. “Get these salty images out of your head. Time to think- what is this?”

At the far end of the cul-de-sac, there was Ed. Talking to that head-in-a-sock Ed boy! Feeling a bitter rage explode inside his stomach, Rolf shot over to the scene like the roadrunner.

“Oh, hello, Rolf,” Edd greeted the son-of-a-shepherd. He shielded himself upon noticing how angry he was. Steam was shooting out of his ears and his face was red as a river of lava.

“Hi, Rolf!” Ed greeted. Rolf cherished the way Ed said his name. It was music to his ears. Sometimes Ed repeated things. That was just his nature. Rolf would let Ed say his name over and over if they were locked in a room together for an entire day.

“Do you dare talk to the Ed boy!” Rolf spat in Edd’s face.

Edd pulled out a tissue to wipe his face clean. “I don’t understand what the trouble is, Rolf.”

“The Ed boy is mine!” And he swept Ed off his feet, dragging him back the way he came.

“Rolf? Where are you two going?” Edd tried to follow. 

“No! Only tall Ed boy is required! Be gone with you!” Rolf ordered Edd. Having no idea what he should do, Edd did as he was told watching as Rolf left with his friend.

“Are we going for a pony ride, Rolf? Can I be the pony?” Ed asked excitedly.

Realizing what he had done, Rolf had no clue what came over him. Would he ever understand these feelings? Oh well, at least he had the Ed boy. 

[nichse]

Most of you are probably familiar with the story of Jesus' temptation in the wilderness. This occured after he was Baptised by John and had the experience of the Holy Spirit decending into him in the form of a white dove and hearing the voice that said, "You are my Beloved, on you my favor rests." He went out into the wildreness for 40 days and had a vision of the devil. The devil tempted him three times. First he asked him to turn stone into bread, then he asked him to throw himself from the Temple so that God could send his angels to save him, and finally he offered wealth, fame and power. Each time Jesus responded with a saying from his tradition: "It is written: A person is not to live only from bread." "It is written: Do not put to the test the Lord your God." "It is written: Bow down to the Lord your God, and serve only him."

This story came to my mind as I was reading the second and third chapters of ET's book. I realized that the devil in this story represents the personification of the egoic mind-set. It tempts us with wealth, power, prestige and "specialness." It is the false self. Jesus was able to say "no" to this false self. This is similar to the Buddha when he was tempted by Mara while sitting under the Bodhi tree. Their allegiance was to Truth when the egoic self was tempting them with falsehood.

Here is what Andrew Harvey has to say about this Temptation that he states all of us go through on our journey to Christ-consciousness:

"The ego and false self is still present in everyone at this stage. The false self is wily and manipulative and can appropriate even the most glorious experiences of divine beauty and divine being for itself. If it does it becomes not divine but demonic; it says 'yes' to miracle-mongering and using God-given powers not to serve God but to dominate the world. The Christ cannot be born fully in anyone who still wants anything for himself or herself and who does not want to give everything away to and for others. Any movement of any kind to appropriate the powers of the divine awakening for the false self will end in disaster.”

[ainarosewood]

Judgement

@gatheredfates​

Saii once again found herself on the southern rampart of Camp Dragonhead her mind whirling.  It had been a week since that disastrous banquet at Ul’dah.  A week since she and Alphinaud had been the only two to actually escape the false accusations and slanders laid at the feet of the Scions. 

 A week since she had to watch, helpless as Nanamo clutched at her throat the poison chocking, the poor Lalafell. She still silently cursed the ancient thurmaturges for their efficient wards that prevented any magic use within the Sultana’s chambers and the thoroughness of the Sultan Sworn for removing her Codex from her before she was permitted to enter.  

What she was the most angry at was herself, for missing entirely all of the indicators that should have screamed at her what was going on.  And she had once called herself an Arcanist.  

She thought back to the founding of the Crystal Braves when she had offered a place to Landebert in Pearl Lane.  How he had warned her that the Braves had been paid for by Syndicate coin.  Then as time had passed how Riol had given her multiple warnings about suspicious activity.  The finding of Wildred, dead in the Shroud, the convenient need to meet with Alianne only to find the cursed vial instead of the Elezen.

All of the evidence was there staring me in the face and yet I missed all of it. she sneered to herself.

Next to her came the faint sound of snow crunching and she swiftly schooled her features before turning to see Yugiri standing next to her.  The Au’ri woman gave her a smile then handed her a welcoming familiar tome.

“My Codex,” Saii stated surprised, “How did....?”

Yugiri bowed her head, “Neither the Crystal Braves or the Brass Blades are as observant as they think.  It was child’s play for some of my countrymen to slip in and retrieve it for you.”

“Thank you so much my friend, I thought I was going to have to make a new one.” Saii said opening the tome to the correct page and channeling  her mana to it.  A moment later Tempest manifested in a burst of aether, the pale carbuncle bouncing and ready for a fight.

“Calm down Tempest, we are safe here.” the miqo’te murmured gently picking up the construct and stroking his fur.  In a few moments the agitated Carbuncle calmed down.

“So, any sign of the Archons or Minifillia?” Saii asked tentatively dreading what the answer might be.

The Shinobi shook her head, “Nay my friend, there has been no evidence, as of yet, of their escape nor capture.  I assure you my countrymen and I are looking earnestly.  We of Doma owe the Scions a debt and we will repay it.”

Saii nodded, “I have no doubt they are looking and will repay the debt Yugiri.  Thank you again for returning my Codex to me.”

The Au’ra smiled at her again then bowed, “I must away, but know I am ever in the shadows should you have need.”

Saii bowed back to her the aquamarine carbuncle held close to her chest, “I shall, fare well Yugiri.”

The shinobi bowed once more then seemed to vanish from sight.  Once Saii was certain she was gone she buried her face in the soft fur of her carbuncle struggling to restrain her frustration and grief.

It wasn’t your fault sister. the carbuncle stated humming soothingly, The others chose to stay behind because they know you will carry on for them

“It was all there in front of me Tempe all of the damn proofs that we were being set up.  I...should have gone back to Pearl Lane and seen if I could get Landebert to tell me more of what he’d heard.  I should have told Alphinaud the instant Riol mentioned the discrepancies. I should have seen that bastard Ilberd for what he was!” she growled at the carbuncle.

The carbuncle shifted looking his summoner squarely in the eye his tails swishing in annoyance, Your not perfect Saii, you cant see every contingency or detail before you and you know this.  The Braves were our comrades whom we should have been able to trust.  They are the ones that truly failed us not you.

Saii gave a sigh, “I...know its just....seeing it all now, how all of the pieces are together.  It infuriates me that my judgement lapsed so.

The carbuncle continued to look in her eyes his own little black ones sparking occasionally with levin bolts as he rumbled, The ones responsible will pay for what they’ve done.

Saii nodded in agreeance setting the carbuncle on her shoulders.  She then turned away from the southern rampart and made her way down stating, “Come on Tempe lets see if we can help Hauchefant.  This past week of doing nothing is driving me crazy.  I know I cant just go about as I once did but damn it, I need to do something or all Im gonna do is keep brooding.

The carbuncle simply chirped his approval of her decision and deep down she began to feel better.  Now that she had her Codex and her Carbuncle she felt more herself than she had this past week. 

It was funny the construct was born of three aethers that had been raging all at once but, he always had a way of bringing a calming influence into her life.  The Miqo’te strode forward heading for the main barracks where she knew she would find the Elezen.  It was past time she the Warrior of Light began repaying him for his aid in this most trying time.

Behind her she failed to see the small dracen form hovering watching her walk forward a curious look in his deep sanguine eyes.  

Thou hast made an interesting choice in thy Champion Hydaelyn, Pray she does not resent thee for taking her companion from her. he murmured softly before disappearing in a burst of aether.

[hhawks]

hi hera!

first of all sorry youre feeling quite blue, perhaps its the finals burn out? im sure youll get thru this though i believe in you!! let us know when youre not feelin great, thats what your space on the internet is for after all, self expression <3

lets chat a little uwu !! maybe itll help you feel a bit better? whats your favorite type of farm layout in stardew? i chose the wildreness map my first time playing it and i fell in love with it despite the difficulty that probs wasnt meant for a beginner lol

im currently working on another save file thats on the forrest map and it made me fall in love with the game all over again, cottagecore vibes to the max !! maybe this time i marry elliot, whos your fav bachelor/ette?

have a warm cup of tea and a tasty snack, hera. take care of yourself, we love you <3

YAAAAAAAA i only have one save file currently which is on the forest map but i Lurve it so much. i really wanna try the wilderness or the beach one at some point tho !!!!

LEAH LEAH LEAH idk what it is about that woman but every time i see her little braid or her working on her paintings i go <3___<3 i love her so much. i really wanna marry abigail at some point, maybe sebastian too? i love this game so so much it gives me so so much happiness i’m so glad you asked about it so i can talk about it

also GINGER ISLAND is so hard where the fuck are my walnuts mf ?????!!!????!!??!?????!!? i just wanna build the resort pls