#at least doing dancing means I won't have to do any text for it

[hatethysinner]

ooh maybe a drabble/headcanons about remmick with technology in a modern au? i feel like he texts like a grandpa lol. he also probably would blow up your phone with the amount of messages he sends.

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ᴀ/ɴ: MY FIRST MODERN AU! i've been waiting for an excuse to make these headcanons and you've finally given me one anon!! these have been swirling in my mind for at least 2-3 weeks so it was very fun to finally get them out of my brain and onto a post. i had a lot of fun with this one, so enjoy y'all!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: just comedic unserious cutiepie remmick headcanons + tumblr formatting fuckery

y’all know that one clip from abbott elementary where barbara takes a picture of herself and says “now who took that picture of meeeee?”

yeah that just about sums up how remmick is with technology.

he’s terrible with anything that involves a screen, and understands how they work even less.

so there’s two very specific ways remmick texts (no inbetween), either like a hostage negotiator:

hello. this is remmick. are you safe. i miss you. i saw a rabbit today. thought of you. please advise. you left your socks here. i have kept them in a safe place. let me know if you require them back. can you call me. i don’t like the typing.

or like 50 messages with no punctuation whatsoever:

hi sweetheart i meant to tell you something hang on i saw a bird with red on its wings youd have liked it wait picture didnt work it’s gone now nevermind hi again i miss you do you want eggs in the morning

oh and he types with his pointer finger only so both ways take forever.

his ass can’t use emojis in the right context to save his life. i’m making soup 🐍 love you always 🔪🌹☁️🕊️🩸

please don’t try to videocall this man because you will get jumpscared. nose all up in the camera, blurry as hell, shouting “HELLO?!” like you just pulled him out of odinsleep.

also, screen brightness baffles him so bad. you once caught him squinting at his dimmed phone for half an hour before he asked you: “has the light inside it gone out?”

you showed him how to use spotify one day and he takes making playlists so seriously. each one has a full sentence title, three paragraph description, and some kind of memory attached to it. your favorites are: “for when the world is too loud and you are my quiet.” “i would have danced to this with you in 1945.” “this one made me think about your ankle.”

even a centuries old vampire loves video games just as much as you do. his favorites are the sims (painstakingly rebuilt your entire life together), animal crossing (5 star island and he does not play about his landscaping), and stardew valley (probably holds the world record for largest farm ever and you stopped asking what year he was on after 55)

he said he hated reality tv... so why do you find him curled up next to you every summer to watch love island? he’s a diehard amaya/olandria stan, of course, and he WILL find a way to work his phone so he can cast them votes.

he doesn’t trust the cloud, naturally. “why do we put our memories in it?” “what if it rains? what happens then?” “no, i won’t put your birthday photos there. the sky doesn’t need them.”

he saves every single voicemail you leave him, even if it’s just a simple “call me back.” sometimes you’ll randomly leave him one just for him to add to the collection.

he only uses social media for the animal pictures and videos so when anything else plays he just stares at the screen like 😐.

well that’s a lie he’d definitely follow a bunch of irish nature accounts and will shove his phone in your face while talking about what he remembers from each photo.

yes he does have 97 tabs open and no he won't close any of them. his excuse is always the same. “what if i need them later?”

someone texted him lmao once and he showed it to you with the most confused look on his face. “are they alright?” “it means laughing my ass off.” “…can that happen?”

in conclusion, leave the millennium old grandpappy alone.

[sheeezu]

How to shift

(From my point of view, it is a well articulated one I hope it at least gives someone the confidence that you can change realities regardless of mindset or whatnot)

I am of firm belief that you can shift any way you want, you can get ancient scripture from divinity and rehearse them before sleeping to shift, or rawdog it. There is a lot of shifting material on my blog, the community has evolved mainly to promote the idea that shifting is attainable by living in the movement. First of all, yes. This post is a little different because although it follows the structure of how a method would, but, according, to, ⚠️my personal opinion ⚠️ this is how someone shifts.

Background.

This is all depended on letting go (temporarily forgetting) of the previous reality, and completely blending in with your intended reality. The switch, is made to seem natural, and not forced. Why I believe in this? Well. I shifted with doing something similar. (FOREVER GRATEFUL I BOW DOWN)

I still actively support you can shift by plain affirming, regular methods, and while still being aware of the previous reality. But you can use this if you've tired yourself out by other practices and need a definite guide. Rest assured, this is me milking out all my shifting experience and knowledge.

As someone asked, (I did see your ask, this strangely corresponded to this post I was about to make) yes yes yes, moving doesn't matter while shifting. You can be dancing or swimming in your physical environment, the only hiccup that you can possibly perceive is your mind getting distracted mid change of reality, when you're thinking like your dr self and your thoughts divert to your cr. That's why someone can say to minimise the distractions in your environment, but physical distractions are nothing in comparison to the effect of your own mental space on your reality. (....before someone attacks me, I am talking entirely in the pov of this post, I don't believe in blockages, ty, back to the text)

How to shift

Your environment is unfortunately still at play. But you can shift, sitting up, lying down. (You know this already I won't get into this) just makes sure you have space to think.

Observe. When you lay down, your mind starts to recall either events of today, or what's going on in your conscious/subconscious. Your first realization would be that "I should attempt to shift" you can take a few minutes to set things straight in your mind. When the intention registers, you can start affirming. And don't get pissed off at your mind, or demotivated when the affirmations don't or barely give you symptoms. Your goal is to determine which direction points to your dr. This will release the pressure or responsibility you have with shifting. The more time you spend in this state is better, because your wakefulness will start to dawn; you'll get sleepy. With sleep, you slip out of your mold and the lightness you feel is due to you merging with your true self.... and obviously, shifting is instant in this state. (What? :) it is)

Void. that- that body of yours is stuck like glue and the weird song you've heard from the commercial you've heard is still going on. You can force your thoughts to go blank. For a minute, you can still let the intrusive thoughts pass by, just don't give them importance. This way, this bridge in your river of thoughts is paused for you to jump your attention upon your dr.

dream. When I research shifting, I always look at how dreams work. Why we dream. The surreal nature of them. ...something from my drafts:

"That's why dreams are so comforting. There is no second guess. There's no regret. Everything is a blurry, silly mess of your consciousness. It's an artistic masterpiece. It's a realm centered around you. It is an exploration of the world inside of you. It's free from laws or morals. It doesn't take place in the 3d. While they hold deep meaning, they're always unserious as they play out. That's how your reality is supposed to be. That's how you're supposed to shift or manifest. Dreams are your first introduction to creation.

They pass on a note to you, that you can shape the next moment. You just need to become lucid. Whether in a dream, or right now, when you lay down to shift, you need to be awake to witness and use your own power."

There's this discussion, how you should visualize or imagine during shifting. the superior advice is to barely do so, or that you don't need realism at all. Others say, you should imagine it clean and sharp; I say it should be the quality and alike a dream. Logically and theoretically they are the rehearsal of your consciousness, a blurry and nonsensical mess through which your brain rewinds the reality you're in. It's a remembrance. It's a push. To wake up back in your usual reality. When the picture of your dr that goes by is projected as a normal day to day occurance. While not rejecting the need to imagine your dr, that's your first step to normalising being in your dr! Tldr. Imagine, romanticise, think about your dr.

??? Be there. There's this type of stubborness only someone aware of their own potential and power can possess. It doesn't include the constant asking or checking of "am I there?" It's telling yourself. (If you check your environment due to intrusive thoughts just give yourself the "yes" it's a lonely little world in your mind 😔 until you wake up to your s/o's snoozing face--> back to the text) this is where the "senses shift last" comes in. You should properly trust this beforehand. I believe you'll be in a haze. If you're not, you should stop being hyper aware of everything; symptoms, mainly. There's a way to utilise symptoms as well, you can assume theyre your vibrations raising higher and higher (...if youd like). The hazy mindset means, you'll be relaxed and it wouldn't appear to you that you're trying to shift. Take this thought completely out of your mind, that you're shifting.

Blend in to your dr. Like grass grows out the soil; let your soul blossom naturally. You spend so much time reading posts on tumblr, they all tell you you're in control, you consider and accept their words. But why do you panic while and before shifting? You choose to shift. Either directly or indirectly. Anyways, philosophy aside. You should think like your dr self; or you there. Plan your day. Hear the voices in your dr. Develop the impulses, the reflex actions that usually enable you to sit up on your bed, like in this reality, you have certain actions you replicate each morning. Replicate those for your dr. Train yourself to perform five senses in a trance state. Have long rants about a certain events in your dr self's voice, without calculating or weighing them. You script for so long. You plan your dr self for so long. You can be naturally like your dr self as well. Start your cross over and don't stop. Don't dissolve in the artifical sweetener. And don't force yourself.

Epilogue. You tell me yourself. What's left behind? What's there to return to now. When you've embraced all your dr is, when you yourself bestowed your soul back to your dr, you're there.

This is not at all what I expected it'll turn out to be, disclaimer, the actual method is linked somewhere in the post, you can go see how to practically implement all this... rant ? This might be rushed, because it is. There's another fish to add in my bucket of posts. I felt the need to make a post. Anyways, if any questions then ask away. (Put them in my inbox)

This is probably not the detailed guide I promised in the poll.

[jokingmisfit]

Different Jokers Reacting to you Needing to Take Medicine

Jeremiah Valeska

-This man is a genius. He already knew before you told him. He already did research on any and all medicine you have to take. 

-Jeremiah may keep you on your toes for a lot of things but he’s pretty chill about this. You could even take medicine for your mental health when it comes to Jeremiah. If it makes you feel better he’s all for it.

- God forbid the doctor drops you or the pharmacy won’t run the prescription. Jeremiah will not hesitate to start bombing buildings just so you can get what you need.

- If you have to get off one medicine to switch to another he’s going to be right there to analyze your every move (like he doesn’t already) to make sure nothing goes wrong. The second you act off he’s getting you back in there for a better med. Also if you start showing any symptoms he’ll know because he read everything on that medicine.

- He makes sure you take your meds on time everyday. He kind of likes the domesticity of it, the pattern. Jeremiahs stopped mid planning or meeting just to tell/text/call you to take your meds.

-Overall the perfect Joker for having to take medicine. 10/10

Jerome Valeska

-Jerome is the complete opposite of his brother. The man is a loose cannon and is always doing something or other. He had absolutely no idea you were taking meds.

 -Let’s hope you bring it up because if you don’t and he finds them he’ll flip shit. He’ll scream and rant and break things. He may even threaten you. He’ll feel so upset and so betrayed. You’ll have to explain very carefully what they’re for.

-If you bring it up, introduce it slowly, mention what’s physically “wrong” that makes you need to take it, then explain what the medicine does. At first he’s going to be hesitant but at least you can hold his attention. He takes things like this very seriously (especially if it’s you).

-He’s not going to be 100% happy about it but he understands. This isn’t about you not liking your brain, it's about you being in pain. He hates when you’re in pain.

-You can’t take mental medication with him. Jerome refuses to “let you destroy your precious mind.”

- If your doctor drops you or there's a problem with the pharmacy he’ll just cause problems. By that I mean he’ll start blowing the brains out onto the floor. Only to steal the medicine.

-You might think that Jerome will continue to know nothing about your medicine but as soon as you stop talking about it he’ll hyperfocus on it for a few hours. He’ll, by the end of his research, know everything about this/these medicine(s).

-He’ll notice if you start having physical or other symptoms he’ll notice but it’ll take a day or so because he’s so all over the place. Once he notices though he’s threatening people to get you back in there to “fix” you.

-He often forgets you even take it until you take them or need to go to the doctor. He just doesn't see it as something he should butt too much into

- He hates seeing you in pain so he’ll let you take them and he’s pretty good with it so I’d say he’s a solid 6/10 for this situation.

Dark Knight/Ledger!Joker

-He’s smart but he’s busy. Joker had an inkling that you were on something, he just didn’t know what.

-He finds out when he comes just waltzing in while you’re taking it or maybe while you’re filling a pill case. He doesn’t freak out on you but he dances questions off his tongue. As long as you’re honest he’ll be fine with it.

-However if you’re taking medicine for your mental health he’s going to put up a bit of a fight. He’s not going to get loud or aggressive, no. Instead he’s going to praise your mind and your way of thinking. He’s going to try and manipulate you into stopping. If you're strong enough to tell him you’re going to take it then he’ll let it go. It’ll come up every once in a while because he doesn’t like it but he won't force you to stop.

-If something goes bad with your doctor or pharmacy, it's sad to say you’re on your own. Joker is busy constantly and doesn’t have the time for any of that. That being said, if it goes on too long you’ll notice the exact type of medicine you need is found in bulk in your living room with a little bow on the top.

-Now let's say you need to switch meds. Jokers going to be right on top of that shit. You’ll probably mention it in passing but the Joker's biggest fear is something happening to you, so he’s going to make sure no stupid pill or shot is screwing you up. The second you show any “odd” symptom he’s crashing into a hospital, stealing a doctor, doing whatever to make it better.

-Joker acts like a distant caregiver in a way. He doesn’t get involved with it often but the moment you make a comment about any struggles you’re having with it he’s going to find a solution

-I’d say he’s pretty good with the medicine unless it’s mental cause then he may be petty sometimes. Overall a good 8/10.

Arthur Fleck/Joker

-He’s the most understanding for physical medicine and the least for mental. Arthur is 100% down for you taking medicine so you’re not in physical pain. Mental medicine is another story. He thinks it’s stupid and useless, he doesn’t take any and he was supposed to, look at how good he’s doing.

-He’s not letting it happen, you can’t take mental medication.

-He probably knew you needed to take it from the beginning. There’s a big chance it’s one of the first topics the two of you even talked about.

-If your doctor or pharmacy drops you or causes issues he’s on top of it. He’s probably the most calm towards them. It’s when they don’t budge that his gun gets drawn. He refuses to let you suffer in pain.

-He knows you really well and he’s always asking how you are. If you get symptoms from a new medicine he notices immediately. It doesn’t matter what is going on, he is going to make sure you’re taken care of.

-He just loves you so much. He’ll always be there, he just can’t let you take meds that will “hurt” your mind.

-He’s great with physical medicine, not mental. He’s an absolute sweetheart. 8/10 just for the sugar.

[walpu]

hey, hey, I don't know how many times I've read your post "pre-relationship" especially aventurine part (omg i love how you write abt him 😭). I wonder how it will be once they are in a relationship and the kissing part please :3 thank u and have a nice day!

THANK YOUUUUU

Hope you'll enjoy this post too💛💛💛

being in a relationship with Aventurine

characters - Aventurine notes - gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort (do I even write something other that hurt/comfort for him lmao), no beta

can be seen as a part 2 of this post but it can stan on it's own as well

Aventurine

It would take quite some time for Aventurine to move from the pre-relationship stage with you. Will dance around the subject, throwing hints and flirty remarks but as for making an actual move? Oof.

Would cling to your side and shamelessly say something like "aww, can't get enough of me? people may think we're dating <З unless that's what you want them to think haha"

Pathetic. /affectionally.

But seriously, he really wants to be sure that you like him before making a move. That you like him, not his money, not the idea of him. At least that's what he tells himself. And while this is part of the reason, the actual thing is that he's simply... confused. He's already more vulnerable around you than he ever was around anyone else. And dating means being even more vulnerable.

While he yearns for this genuine connection he's also a scared of it. Tim Kreider wrote the line "If we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" about him actually.

It would take some time for him to get used to being in relationship. In the previous post I've mentioned that he, most likely, had some short flings in the past. I seriously doubt that he ever had any serious relationship before you though. It's so new to him. At first it would seem like nothing has changed between the two of you at all. Surprisingly, it looks like he even became a bit more distant.

Aventurine doesn't want to attract any unwanted attention to your relationship since it will only endanger you. Plus he doesn't want to overwhelm you. Plus he doesn't want to overwhelm himself. Plus he is scared shitless.

He can't help but feel that he looses everything he holds dear. After all, it's been like that for all of his life. And he simply can't loose you.

Mini spoiler for his leaked character story, but there is a moment there when he looks at the aventurine stone Diamond gave him and he realizes that despite the fact that he worked so hard for it, now that he has it, it holds no real value since it doesn't fill the emptiness inside of him. Logically, he knows that this won't happen with you. He loves you too much. But there's this subconscious fear inside of him that he's just so messed up inside that he simply would not be able to love you like you deserve.

Be patient with him, this mans doesn't know what he's doing. Don't give up on him and he'll crawl to your side, holding onto you for dear life.

Once he will calm down a bit, he'll make it up for all those times when you were the one reaching out to him. Texts you, calls you, arranges spontaneous dates.

In the beginning of relationship would spoil you with expensive gifts. He knows what it's like to have nothing so he doesn't want you to ever feel this way. And the best way to prevent it? To make sure that you will have anything and everything. Maybe it's a subconscious way to bribe you. Maybe. Not like he realizes it himself.

Once he'll feel more stable and more confident, his gift giving tendencies will get less overwhelming. He still like giving you gifts but now he picks and chooses. His sugar darling deserves only the best, after all.

Acts all clingy, playful and unserious but actually listens to your every word and is ready to fulfil your every need.

Is actually very caring. Shows his care by pestering you and easing you tho.

If you feel down, will sit stay by your side. May randomly start tickling you, if you're ticklish. If not, will find another way to touch you in a playful and somewhat annoying way. After you cheer up a bit, Aven will put his chin on your shoulder and hugs your waist, softly asking what happen and why is his dearest darling seems sad.

As for kisses. Aven will loooove covering your face with butterfly kisses. And not only your face. Will randomly grab your hand and kiss your knuckles and fingertips. If you've made a mistake of exposing your shoulder then be ready for it to be kissed endlessly.

Adores kissing those parts of your body that are usually covered with clothes. It feels fore intimate for him.

And if you have freckles or/and beauty marks. Oh well. Will trace them with his fingertips, connecting them with some invisible lines and sometimes gasp playfully, saying that he found his constellation. Just a silly little guy being a silly little guy.

So touch-starved it's unreal.

Has very mixed feeling about his tattoo being kissed. Would feel... weirs if you would kiss it during your casual cuddling session. He exposes it for the world to see, yes. But still, when it attracts attention of someone who knows the meaning behind it... Makes him a bit tense, it catches him off-guard. However, if you kiss it after a lovemaking session or when he shares some painful memories with you, he will feel reassured.

Will slowly start crawling out of his shell when he's with you. Before he only shared some brief memories of his past with you, now he'll start slowly opening up about other, much more painful stuff.

It still happens randomly and out of the blue. He remembers something, he tenses up. But now, instead of repressing this feelings, he shares them with you.

Don't push him too talk, he'll slowly open up on his own.

Loves waking up next to you. Especially if you're still asleep. Seeing the sun shining on your face fills him with love and tenderness. Only with you by his side he feels truly safe.

[nanamis-baker]

The Bold Stroke

Chapter 2 | Whisper of the Petals

Pairing: philosophy student Geto x art student f!reader (College AU)

Summary: A mystery blooms on your doorstep. A breathtaking bouquet of white flowers, a silent whisper of apology… but it's not for you. Delivered under the name of a man so handsome he takes your breath away, the mix-up sets your heart racing.

Fate seems determined to keep throwing you together, and soon you're caught in a whirlwind of chance encounters and undeniable chemistry. It was almost as if it was trying to bring you together.

Content: Fluff | slow burn | Light angst (I am not sure) | Mention of scars and accident | Mention of family issues | Reader falling for Geto | Geto being a gentleman but also a big big idiot.

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 10.2k

a/n: okayy it's here!! This chapter took me a while to write because writing conflicting emotions is something new for me lol.

But a big big bigg thank you to my girl @whereflowerswenttodie for reading and rereading it and helping me out with it!! 💙

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“So, are you meeting up with someone?” you asked Inumaki as you fixed your hair a little, the elevator mirror being perfect for it. The two of you were going to the library. Well, you were going to the library, and Inumaki had some work on the same floor, so he accompanied you.

Inumaki nodded, a small smile gracing his lips as the lift opened with a ding. The two of you went separate ways, waving each other goodbye as you went into the library. But as soon as you entered, your legs halted. What you saw was… unexpected, to say at least.

The library had transformed into a bustling marketplace of stressed students. Every table, including yours and Suguru's usual spot, was now occupied by unfamiliar faces. The studious quiet you'd craved was replaced by murmured arguments, frantic typing, and the occasional frustrated groan. This wasn't exactly how you'd envisioned making the presentation format with Suguru.

You had texted him earlier about the presentation format, but there was no way you could get any work done in this chaos. What could you do now? And what other option did you have? You could go to the cafe but-

Just then, a warm hand settled gently on your shoulder. You whirled around, heart leaping into your throat, only to find Suguru standing there, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he chuckled, his voice soothing amidst the library's chaos. You shook your head, the disappointment momentarily forgotten.

"No worries," you managed, forcing a smile. "But seriously, what do we do now?" You gestured towards the library, the silent question hanging heavy in the air.

Suguru's smile faltered, replaced by a knowing frown that mirrored your frustration. "I kind of expected this," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Apparently, a bunch of students submitted the same assignment, thinking they could fool their teacher."

A flicker of surprise shot through you. "The same assignment? How did you…"

"Long story," Suguru interrupted with a wry smile. "Let's just say the rumour mill at this school is efficient." He paused, his gaze flickering around the library before landing back on you. "The good news is, I might have a backup plan."

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in your eyes. "A backup plan, huh?" The unexpected turn of events had certainly piqued your interest.

Suguru chuckled, a hint of mischief dancing in his dark eyes. "It is a Top secret," he declared, smiling to himself. "But trust me, it's worth it." He reached for your bag, gently relieving you of the weight. "Just promise me you won't breathe a word of it to anyone."

"Can't guarantee anything until I know where we're going," you teased, the disappointment at the ruined library session fading with each passing moment.

Suguru grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. He reached out and gently grasped your arm, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine. Suddenly, the crowded library seemed miles away as Suguru led you on a detour.

The corridors twisted and turned, a confusing maze that would make recalling the route later impossible. You found yourself relying on Suguru's confident strides, a comfortable silence settling between you broken only by the rhythmic click of your shoes against the polished floor.

Finally, you arrived at a seemingly nondescript wall, the only hint of something unusual was a small, silver panel nestled discreetly within the plaster. Suguru pressed a button, and with a soft whirring sound, the elevator door slid open.

Your eyes widened in surprise. You had no idea this elevator even existed!

Suguru stepped inside, beckoning you to follow. It was a maintenance elevator, you realised. The cramped space barely accommodated the two of you comfortably, and the close proximity did little to deter you. He punched in a series of numbers on the keypad, and with a slight jerk, the elevator began its ascent.

"This elevator," you began, looking up at him, unable to contain your curiosity any longer. "How did you find it?"

Suguru chuckled, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he looked down to meet your eyes. "Let's just say Satoru and I stumbled upon it during an… 'unforeseen circumstance'?" He rubbed the back of his neck, a blush creeping up his cheeks at the memory. "Someone was rather displeased with us - him, actually - at the time. Finding this secret elevator was a happy accident." His gaze lingered on the keypad, “And figuring out the pin wasn’t difficult, especially when Satoru is with you,” He finished, smiling fondly at the memory. You found yourself smiling too.

The elevator came to a halt, the familiar ding echoing in your ear. With a sense of anticipation, you watched as the doors slid open, revealing a sight that took your breath away. No longer confined by the walls of the library, you found yourself standing on a rooftop terrace bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun.

The sky stretched out before you like a canvas splashed with luminous hues of apricot and peach, with a hint of purple, the sun beginning its descent towards the horizon. Below, the sprawling campus unfolded like a miniature world, with buildings and pathways etched in the golden light. A gentle breeze ruffled your hair and caressed your skin, carrying with it the scent of drying leaves, with a hint of muskiness.

For a moment, you were speechless, captivated by the unexpected beauty that lay before you. Turning to Suguru, you found a wide grin plastered across your face.

"So this is what you meant by 'Top Secret'?" you exclaimed, your voice brimming with excitement.

Suguru chuckled, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Yeah," he admitted, nodding confirmation. "This place is a bit of a hidden gem."

His gaze swept over your face, searching for your reaction. "Do you like it?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Like it, Geto?" you repeated, the question almost comical. "I absolutely love it!"

This secret terrace, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, felt worlds away from the unexpected chaos of the library. It was a private sanctuary, a place just for the two of you.

A satisfied smile spread across Suguru's face. "Good to know," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. He gestured towards a nearby bench, its weathered wood and faded brown paint promising a comfortable perch. "We should have plenty of light for some time now - enough to complete that presentation, at least."

Grateful for his thoughtfulness, you readily took a seat on the bench. Suguru settled himself beside you, the air crackling with newfound energy. "Perfect!" you declared, clapping your hands together. "Then let's get started."

The sun, it seemed, had a favourite today. You sat beside Geto, bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon light, as it casted a golden halo around you. He found himself mesmerised, his gaze drawn to the way the light danced on your skin, turning it a canvas of shimmering bronze. Each flicker in your eyes held a spark more captivating than any gemstone, a tiny fire that seemed to ignite a warmth deep within him.

A golden aura surrounded you, and in Geto's eyes, you became the most exquisite treasure the world had to offer.

He struggled to focus. Every few moments, his gaze would snag on the way the sunlight danced in your eyes, igniting a flicker that stole his attention. Geto found himself mumbling a request for you to repeat yourself. Surprisingly, you didn't seem annoyed, simply repeating your point with a gentle smile.

You intrigued him – a captivating puzzle he couldn't seem to solve. Your thoughts, a fascinating mix of unexpected angles and surprising echoes of his own, kept him constantly engaged. During discussions, you'd throw out a witty remark that had him stifling a laugh, a sharp observation that made him see the topic from a whole new perspective. He'd marvel at the way your mind effortlessly weaved humour and insightful analysis, a combination that felt refreshingly unique.

There was a depth to your intelligence that went beyond mere academic prowess. You possessed a genuine curiosity about the world, a thirst for knowledge that mirrored his own. He found himself drawn to your passion, the way your eyes would light up as you delved into a subject that truly interested you. It was as if you held a mirror to his soul, reflecting things he hadn't even realised were there.

The more he interacted with you, the more he realised how much he craved your presence. It wasn't just the conversations; there was a spark between you, an undeniable chemistry that left him both exhilarated and strangely vulnerable. He found himself wanting to impress you, to share his thoughts and ideas in the hopes of eliciting another one of those dazzling smiles.

"Okay!" you said, a triumphant smile lighting your face. The last rays of the setting sun cast a warm glow on the terrace, painting the cityscape in hues of lavender and gold. "We are done now," you declared, gathering your things. You turned to him, and your smile was even brighter, “Suguru, I can’t thank you enough for your help with this - I couldn’t have done this without you” Gratitude and sincerity shone brightly in your eyes, but that wasn't what held his attention.

Suguru. You had called him by his first name. It was a simple gesture - you probably didn't even realise it - yet it resonated within him like a physical touch. The sound echoed in the twilight, a melody far sweeter than the chirping crickets. He craved to hear it more and more.

"You don't have to thank me again and again, you know?" he managed, his voice a touch rougher than usual. He cleared his throat, hoping to dispel the unexpected feelings that bloomed within him. "I enjoyed working on this project too," he added, hoping to convey his sincerity. It was true – it had all been stimulating for him. But a deeper truth lurked beneath. He enjoyed simply being near you - in your presence.

A pang of sadness, sharp and sudden, twisted in his gut. Here he was, enjoying the afterglow of a shared experience, yet a looming shadow threatened to engulf it. The project, the reason you were here with him, was done. When would be the next time the two of you see each other? Would you, like the last rays of the sun dipping below the horizon, simply slip away too?

The weight of his unspoken thoughts pressed down on Suguru as you walked towards the elevator. The last embers of the sun had faded, leaving the sky a canvas of deepening indigo. As he reached to press the button, blinding darkness swallowed the world whole, leaving him momentarily disoriented.

"What happened...?" He heard you murmur, a whisper lost in the sudden quiet. Suguru turned towards your voice, his eyes straining to adjust to the absence of light. He found you, a faint silhouette framed by the faint glow of the rising moon.

Concern flickered across him. He couldn't see you clearly, but he didn’t miss the slight tremor in your voice. He gently grabbed your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours, hoping to calm you.

Needing to confirm his suspicions, he took a tentative step towards the railing and peered over. Darkness. Not just the terrace, but the entire university grounds were shrouded in an inky blackness. The distant hum of activity that usually filled the evening air had been replaced by an unsettling silence.

"There seems to be a power cut in the area," he replied gently, his voice sounding hollow in the darkness. "But don't worry, we should have power back soon." He said, but for some reason, he had a hard time believing his own words.

"Can we use the stairs or something?" you asked, the slight tremor he had heard in your voice earlier was still there.

"Unfortunately, no," he sighed. "Satoru and I found it earlier, but they are blocked - inaccessible."

You didn't say anything, but Suguru heard a small, defeated 'Oh' escape your lips.

"But don’t worry, we can go and sit on the bench?" he offered, trying to shake away your worries. He could see the outline of the bench as his eyes had started to adjust to the darkness.

"Yeah, let's go," you agreed. As he guided you towards the familiar wooden seat, he felt your hand tighten around his, drawing his attention towards you.

Suddenly, you stopped, your voice tinged with awe. "Suguru, look up!"

He followed your gaze, tilting his head back. And then he saw it. The unexpected darkness had stripped away the veil of artificial light, revealing a breathtaking spectacle he hadn't even realised he'd been missing. A vast expanse of midnight blue stretched above them, a canvas sprinkled with a million shimmering diamonds. The stars. So many stars, each one a tiny beacon in the infinite darkness.

The darkness, once unsettling, now felt strangely beautiful. He stole a glance at you, your face bathed in the ethereal glow of the starlight, a look of wonder mirrored in your eyes. Maybe this wasn’t a bad thing.

Not at all.

An unexpected idea sparked in Geto's mind. He gently released his hold on your hand and reached for his jacket. He knelt, spreading the garment on the cool ground, making sure it was properly spread out.

"Here," he said, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he looked up at you. He could see you better now, bathed in the faint moonlight, and a flicker of curiosity played across your features.

"What are you doing?" you asked, And Geto could hear the amusement in your voice.

"Come on," he said, extending out his hand, offering it to you in the dimness. "This way we can see the stars better, without straining your neck."

Understanding dawned on you, and a delighted smile spread on your lips, mirroring his own. Taking his hand, you allowed him to gently guide you down onto the makeshift blanket his jacket provided. A warmth spread through him as the two of you settled on the jacket, laying down side by side. Geto could feel the heat radiate from your body against his arm.

A comfortable silence descended, punctuated only by the occasional chirp of a cricket, a sound that seemed louder than usual in the quiet. Geto kept his hand intertwined with yours, the warmth of your skin a surprising comfort against his. His thumb, as if possessed by a will of its own, began tracing lazy circles on your palm.

Stealing glances at your face, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon, Geto searched for any sign of unease, a flicker of disapproval that might suggest he had crossed a line. Thankfully, he found none.

"Suguru?" He heard you say, your voice, soft as the night breeze. He turned his head slightly, meeting your gaze in the dim moonlight.

"You know," you began, a playful glint dancing in your eyes, "you never really told me why you were nose-deep in all those business books in the library that day."

A surprised chuckle escaped Geto's lips, despite the topic you were referring to. "Yeah? And you never told me why you chose to drown yourself in the world of arts," he countered, his voice betraying a hint of the unease he felt.

You let out a laugh, the gentle sound echoing in the dark. "Well, you never really asked!"

"But I am asking now," he countered, amusement dancing in his voice.

"Okay, okay," you said with a grin. "Fair enough. First, you answer my question, and then I'll answer yours. Deal?"

Geto hesitated for a beat, the darkness both a shield and a prompt. So Geto had to offer a part of himself to get to know you better - sounds interesting "Deal," he finally agreed.

You looked up at him expectantly and taking a deep breath, he decided to be honest. "The thing is," he began, trying to hide the disgust he felt about this topic, "those business books weren't exactly what I wanted to be reading. You see, my family owns a pharmaceutical company, one of the biggest in the country."

"Oh wow," you said, a hint of surprise in your voice, “I didn’t know that.”

"Yeah," he said, a humourless scoff escaping his lips. "They expect me to join the business after graduation. Here's the real thing though," he continued, feeling his voice drop low, "They see me as a puppet, someone to inherit their greed and continue their ruthless practices."

"What kind of practices?" he heard you ask, concern flickering in your voice.

He felt his jaw clench slightly, the darkness a welcome shroud for the anger simmering within him. "They price their life-saving drugs at exorbitant rates," he spat, the venom of his words sour on his tongue. "People who desperately need them can't afford them, all because of my family's insatiable thirst for profit. It goes against everything I believe in."

A heavy silence descended. He stole a glance at you, unsure how you'd react. But your expression was open, devoid of judgement, and held a flicker of understanding. It was an unspoken invitation to continue, a safe harbour for the storm of emotions brewing within him.

"They wouldn't listen to reason," he continued, his voice low and defeated. "I've tried, believe me. But logic and compassion seem to be foreign concepts in their world." But still, Geto had to do something right? "Maybe, just maybe, by learning their game, I can break this system and change it from within. But honestly," he admitted with a bitter laugh, "I don't even know if that's possible. Their control is absolute."

The darkness seemed to press in on him, a reflection of the despair that threatened to consume him. He yearned for a way out, a way to break free from the gilded cage his family had built for him.

Your hands squeezed his, bringing him back to the present. "That's a lot to carry," you finally said, your voice soft but firm. "The anger, the frustration, the feeling of helplessness." You paused, letting your words sink in. "But Suguru," you continued, your voice gaining strength, "don't let them steal your compassion, your beliefs. As long as you hold onto them, you’ll find a way. I know you will”

Geto smiled. You were so sweet, so kind, trying to comfort him. It was a small, tired smile, the kind that held the weight of the world but acknowledged a sliver of sunshine breaking through the clouds. Your words, laced with a quiet strength, resonated deep within him. It was true. He couldn't let their greed and corruption taint the core of who he was. But, at the same time, he knew it wasn't wise to hope for much when it came to his parents. Still, he wouldn't burden you anymore with his issue. Maybe a lighter topic would chase away the shadows that had crept into the conversation.

"You're right," he said, his voice regaining a touch of its earlier playfulness. "Now, answer my question from earlier." He raised an eyebrow in mock seriousness, hoping to lighten the mood.

He saw you smile, but it wasn't your usual, happy smile. A faint shadow flickered across your features, a subtle shift in your demeanour that sent a wave of unease through him. "I was in a car accident a few years ago - both my mom and I," you said, your voice softer than usual, your fingers twisting a loose thread on your shirt.

The playfulness drained from his face. An accident? The image of mangled metal and shattered glass flashed unbidden in his mind. "Oh," he stammered, unsure of what to say.

"Another car crashed into ours," you continued, your voice barely above a whisper. "The driver was drunk. Thankfully, the major impact was on my side, so my mom wasn't hurt too bad."

This wasn't what Geto was expecting to hear. He watched as you reached for your phone, a hollow feeling blooming in his chest. With slightly trembling fingers, you lifted the hem of your jeans, the phone's cool flashlight revealing a constellation of scars that snaked across your calves. Geto's mouth went dry.

You turned towards him, a flicker of vulnerability in your eyes. Hesitantly, you reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, revealing a faint scar that traced a jagged line along your hairline and the back of your neck. The moonlight glinted off the raised, pale flesh, a contrast to the smooth skin surrounding it.

Geto thought he had memorised the expanse of your face, every little detail like the map of a cherished land. But god, was he wrong. He had missed such a big part of you.

Shame washed over him in a sickening wave. He'd been so caught up in his own problems, that he hadn't noticed the silent stories etched across your body. His fingers moved to trace the scar, to feel it under his fingertips, but retracted his hand before it could reach you.

You continued, your voice quiet, "I was bedridden for months, Suguru. I couldn't even speak because a shard of glass had damaged my vocal cords. Hell, I wasn't even supposed to survive, but I did." You let out a humourless chuckle. "I could barely move, I couldn't speak at all, and the frustration – I can't even begin to tell you." You shook your head slightly, a ghost of the ordeal lingering in your eyes.

"My parents were worried, you know, and that's when I started painting," you continued. A small, bittersweet smile touched your lips. "It was horrible at first, of course," you added with a self-deprecating laugh, "but with time, I got better. It became my voice, a way to express the things I couldn't say. Even after I healed, I kept up with it. I wanted to know more – about other people's work, their thought processes, and why they painted what they painted. And so, I chose art as my major." You finished with a shrug as if it wasn’t a big deal or anything.

Geto didn't really know what to say. Words felt hollow compared to the weight of your story. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, the question tumbling out before he could stop it. He mentally face-palmed himself. Really? That was the best he could offer? It sounded insensitive, trivial even, in the face of what you'd been through.

You offered a small, understanding smile. "Sometimes," you admitted. "Not the scars themselves, thankfully. But half of my body is metal now, thanks to the accident. That gets achy sometimes, especially when the weather gets cold." As if on cue, a cool wind rustled through the leaves, and Geto saw the way you flinched so slightly, a shiver running down your body.

Geto's heart lurched. He cursed himself for his obliviousness. Here he was complaining about his family, while you carried the physical and emotional weight of a traumatic experience. Without thinking, he shifted closer, offering you the meagre comfort of his body heat. "Here, let me shield you from the wind a bit."

A warm smile graced your lips as you leaned into him slightly, accepting his support - accepting him. The gesture ignited a spark within Geto, a warmth blossoming in his chest that rivalled the one he offered.

Geto's fingers, which had hovered awkwardly in his lap, found themselves drawn to you again. This time though, they didn't hesitate. With tenderness, they brushed against the cool expanse of the scar on your temple, then trailed down to the faint jagged line along your neck. Your skin felt cold under his warm touch.

You inhaled sharply, your breath catching against his chest. Geto's touch was light, almost reverent, as if he were tracing a sacred map. He met your gaze, the moonlight and stars reflecting in your eyes like a million scattered diamonds. At that moment, it felt like he was peering into a whole new universe, one filled with unspoken stories and hidden depths. A universe he desperately wanted to explore, to get lost in, and maybe, just maybe, find a way back to, together.

His thumb grazed the soft skin of your jaw, a gentle nudge that tilted your face up a fraction. He wanted to see everything, to re-learn every detail etched on your face, the scars, the way the moonlight glinted off the moisture gathering in your eyes. He wanted to learn all your secrets, or at least the ones you were willing to share.

You responded instinctively, leaning in further until the space between you evaporated. Your warm breath mingled with his, a silent question hanging in the air. The stars seemed to wink in approval as the distance between your faces continued to shrink. Anticipation flickered in your darkened eyes, which then fluttered shut as Geto leaned in even closer. Slowly, the space between his lips and yours became nonexistent, a mere breath away.

Just as your lips were about to meet in a brush, The world erupted in a harsh burst of fluorescent light. Both of you jolted back, blinking away the temporary blindness.

It took Geto a moment to realise what had happened. He cleared his throat, the sound rough in the sudden quiet. "We got the power back," he mumbled, his voice thick with the unspoken desire that hung heavy in the air moments ago. His gaze darted away from you for a moment, then returned, searching your eyes for any indication of how you felt about the interrupted moment.

He took in your flushed cheek and your dilated, glossy eyes. That was all the indication he needed. A small, frustrated sigh escaped your lips. "Yeah," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The moment, the intimacy between the two of you, was shattered like a dropped glass, leaving behind a thousand shimmering shards of unspoken desire.

The silence stretched, heavy with what could have been. Geto watched as you began gathering your things, a subtle shift in your demeanour that spoke volumes. You turned to face him, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips despite the lingering frustration in your eyes. "We should go now, it's getting colder."

He nodded in agreement, his voice thick when he finally spoke. "Yeah, definitely." He grabbed his jacket and dusted it off, the simple action taking longer than necessary. He watched as you reached for your bag, then blurted out, "Here, let me get that," as he grabbed the bag, relieving you of the weight. It was the least he could do, anyway.

Geto had spent hours with you today, yet it felt like mere moments. "Let me walk you home, please," the words tumbled out before he could stop them, fueled by a desire to prolong this stolen time, this unexpected intimacy.

He held his breath, bracing himself for a polite refusal. But then, a bright smile bloomed on your face, a smile that lit up the terrace brighter than the harsh fluorescent lights that had shattered their moment. "Thank you, Suguru," you said, your voice soft but filled with a warmth that sent a thrill through him. "I'd like that."

“Okay, so what happened next? Did you invite him up?” Maki leaned forward, her eyes eager. She glanced at Yuta, who was also listening intently.

Your friends—minus Inumaki—were gathered at the campus café for a small celebration. You’d just received an A+ on your presentation, and of course, you had to share how Suguru's help had played a crucial role. The moment you mentioned his name, their ears visibly perked up.

It had been two weeks since that night on the rooftop, two agonisingly silent weeks. You and Suguru had barely exchanged any texts, and you hadn’t even seen him around campus.

A blush crept up your cheeks as you shook your head. “Of course not! It was just something we felt in the moment. I don’t think inviting him up would have been a wise decision.” You took a sip of your iced tea, the coolness soothing the flutter in your stomach. Every time you replayed the scene in your head, your heart skipped a little. But the silence that followed since then was deafening.

“It doesn’t sound like ‘something in the moment,’ especially with the way you described everything.” Yuta pointed out. One might think he wouldn’t be interested in such stuff, but when it came to his friends, Yuta was always supportive.

"Maybe," you admitted, the word tumbling out before you could stop it. The truth was, the interrupted kiss felt less like a missed opportunity and more like a promise waiting to be fulfilled. But what if you were reading too much into it? The thought sent a pang of disappointment through you, a feeling you quickly brushed aside.

Maki scoffed playfully. "Girl, you were practically glowing when you talked about him! And no one does what he did just to be friendly, you know."

Your cheeks burned even hotter. Maybe Maki was right. Maybe there was something between you and Suguru. A tiny flicker of hope ignited within you, but it was quickly washed away by a wave of uncertainty. Here you were, falling for him, yet his silence indicated that he probably regretted things—didn’t want it. But then the gentle look in his eyes, his silent support, and the way he held you oh so tenderly, shielding you from the cold...

Ugh, it was all so confusing. "But what if—"

Yuta cut you off with a gentle laugh. "Hey, you never know until you try, right? And besides, even if things don’t work out romantically, you made a great new friend. Win-win, I'd say."

You couldn’t help but smile at your friend’s statement. Yuta always knew how to see the bright side. Taking a deep breath, you decided to focus on the positive. Suguru was interesting, kind, and surprisingly easy to talk to. You could confide in him as a friend. But the way his touch comforted you, ignited you...well, that was definitely more than friendly.

"Yeah, you're right," you agreed, a newfound determination settling in your voice despite the nervousness you felt. "Maybe I'll just...see where things go."

Admitting it out loud felt a lot easier. "I like him, you know," you said, looking at your friends with a small smile. "He’s someone who seems to be interested in something that’s not superficial—like he wants to know me, understand me. And it just seems so rare for someone to be genuinely interested in you, right?"

Your friends looked at you with knowing smiles, a silent encouragement hanging in the air. It was probably more than just liking him, you knew. But admitting it out loud, even with just a hint of the deeper feelings swirling within you, felt like a huge step.

The art exhibition buzzed with a quiet energy. The gentle notes of classical music filled your ears, punctuated by the soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses from the nearby champagne bar. 

You stood mesmerised in front of a large, abstract piece. It was a puzzle, quiet literally. Fractured squares of vibrant colours and captivating strokes hung on the stark white wall, making an incomplete puzzle, while its other pieces were scattered chaotically on the floor below. The missing pieces created a gaping emptiness in the artwork, a void that tugged at your emotions.

Was it a metaphor for loss  - longing? a commentary on the incompleteness of experiences? You longed to discuss it with Yuta. He'd always loved puzzles; his apartment was filled with framed pieces of puzzles he had solved so far. His mind was a kaleidoscope of unconventional interpretations, making you look at things with a different perspective.

A pang of guilt lanced through you. You were supposed to visit this exhibition with your friends, but Maki wasn't feeling well. Yet, here you were, lost in the beauty of the artwork displayed. Although Yuta had assured you he was taking care of her, telling you to not miss this exhibition, a part of you still yearned to be by your friend's side.

“Intriguing, is it?” A voice interrupted your thought. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. The voice, once a source of comfort and playful teasing, now startled you. It was him, the man who had vanished after nearly kissing you under the twinkling stars, leaving you with nothing but lingering confusion and a heart full of unanswered questions.

And now, after almost two months, he was here, asking you this bloody question.

Suguru Geto.

Well, if he wants to play it this way, you can entertain him. After all, two can play this game. "It is," you began, your eyes finally meeting his. "But I'm trying to figure out what the artist is trying to show here."

Geto hummed thoughtfully. "You know what I think?" He paused. Was he expecting a response from you? Well, he wasn’t getting any. You remained silent, your gaze fixed on the artwork.

Undeterred, he continued, his voice taking on a philosophical tone. "This artwork seems to be a metaphor for life. Life throws pieces at you, like the ones scattered on the floor. It's all you need to make your life meaningful and beautiful. Opportunities, people, love..." he trailed off, the last word hanging in the air unspoken.

His gaze shifted back to the painting, his voice softer now. "But it's up to you how you make use of those pieces, to put in the effort to fit them together. If you're not careful, if you wait too long..." He paused again, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something akin to regret and longing passing through them. "The pieces might be lost to you forever."

You sucked in a breath. No, he couldn’t mean what you were thinking. After all, the only conversation the two of you had after hanging out on the terrace was when you told him about your assignment and the grade you scored.

Yes, you had texted him a couple of times after that, but the reply seemed…dry. So, you stopped, hoping Geto would reach out to you when he was ready, but the man beside you never bothered to do anything about it.

But your mind replayed the memory of how he held you that night, a tender embrace that spoke volumes without words. It was a gesture that made you feel cherished, as if you were his most prized possession, far above any material wealth the world could offer. And when you shared the news of your accident, his reaction was unexpected - a mixture of regret and concern, as though he wished he had been there for you, even though he didn't even know you at the time.

No.

You couldn’t allow yourself to go there again.

Not if he wouldn’t follow you, keeping up with you.

Your mind buzzed with Geto’s words, his interpretation of the art piece lingering in your thoughts like an unshakable presence. Was he a piece that life had flung your way, meant to enhance the beauty of your existence? Or did he hold some other significance, perhaps serving as a lesson - a piece that doesn’t enhance the beauty of the puzzle, but serves as a guiding force for other pieces? Was he a fleeting moment of joy, destined to fade into memory like the strokes of paint on a canvas? Or was he a constant, a steady presence meant to shape your journey, to teach you lessons you had yet to grasp?

Stop.

You wouldn’t allow yourself to go there. Not again and again.

This man almost kissed you after you told him one of the deepest truths about yourself, and then disappeared, leaving you alone to deal with the darkness so similar to the inky blackness of that night. But this time, even the stars weren’t there to keep you company.

Leaving the painting behind, you moved towards a different section of the exhibition. Here, the air shimmered with vibrant light. Holographic projections of the paintings danced around you, painting your surroundings with the artist's colourful strokes. These ethereal brushstrokes, magnified and swirling, seemed to come alive, transforming the space into a kaleidoscope of the artist's imagination. 

However, the original artworks remained untouched. Hung on the wall next to their holographic counterparts, they offered a more tangible connection to the artist's hand, allowing you to study the physical texture of the canvas, the subtle nuances of the brushstrokes, and the deliberate choices of colour.

The projections painted your off-white dress in different colours, the fabric a soft caress against the skin of your calves as you walked from one painting to another.

Geto followed you closely behind as you navigated through the section, his silence a palpable presence behind your back. You felt his gaze track your movements, but you paid it no mind, completely enthralled by the painting before you.

It was a complete mess. It was a riot of colour, a whirlwind of strokes, a storm of emotions, yet it held you captive. The longer you stared, the more it seemed to transform, the chaos morphing and shifting before your very eyes. What initially appeared as a meaningless jumble began to hold meaning, revealing a hidden order within the frenzy. The chaos formed a structure - The structure within the chaos.

It was almost as if the holograms mirrored your feelings - Confusing, chaotic, shifting.

Lost in the painting's mesmerising chaos, you barely registered Geto's approach. He stood so close behind you that the warmth of his body radiated through your clothes, his upper arm brushing against your shoulder. His voice, soft and low, shattered the silence.

"What are you doing at this exhibition?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Turning around to face him, you finally took him in. Dressed in a brown turtleneck that mirrored the depths of his eyes, his attire accentuated their warm, inviting hue. He wore a casual blazer on top of it, the colour slightly lighter than the colour of his turtleneck. His raven hair, noticeably longer, was tied back in a simple half-bun, the remaining strands cascading down his shoulders. The change, subtle yet noticeable, added a touch of softness to his features.

But what stood out the most were the circles under his eyes and the hollowness of his face. Even as the holograms danced all over his face, they did nothing to conceal his worn-out state; they almost amplified it.

A pang of concern flickered in your chest, a fleeting thought about his well-being. However, you quickly pushed it aside. Geto was the one who decided not to keep in touch anymore, so now it wasn’t your job to be concerned.

But of course, it wasn’t easy to just get rid of your feelings for someone like they never existed, was it?

"This is an art exhibition, open to all," you finally answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "and in case you forgot, I am an art student, Geto." Your voice was filled with sarcasm, and Geto chuckled. You smiled sweetly at him as you asked, "What about you?"

"Well," he began, his voice laced with a playful drawl, "as someone just said, this is an art exhibition, open to all." He shrugged, smirking. You gave him one final, unamused look before your eyes turned back to the painting.

For a few minutes, neither of you said anything. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken questions and the lingering warmth of Geto's presence. Finally, he spoke, "What do you find so captivating about this painting?"

His voice, a soft melody laced with genuine wonder, resonated with a yearning that transcended mere curiosity. It was as if you held the key to answering the storm of questions swirling within him, your insights holding a weight far greater than anything else. A hunger to delve deeper, to peel back the layers of your being until he could see the very essence of you, consumed him.

A ghost of a smile danced on your lips. How could you deny the man who held such profound significance in your heart, the man who yearned to truly know you, to unravel your soul until there was nothing left to be discovered?

No, of course you couldn’t keep away, no matter how hard you tried.

Finally, you answered him. If he wanted a piece of your mind, you would gladly offer it to him. "For me, it’s those golden strokes," you began, "It was definitely a risky move for the painter. Those strokes could have ruined the painting, but it didn't. Instead, it made this painting what we see."

Geto hummed, "So, you feel like that stroke was a bold move for the painter?"

You nodded your head in response. Geto continued, "But what if that stroke ruined the painting?"

A slight smile played on your lips. "Well, then the painter would have learned something important. They'd know they could create the painting again if they wanted to, and that's a power in itself. They'd know they have the skill and the confidence to reach that level of greatness again." You looked him in the eye, your gaze pinning him, "Even if the stroke ended up ruining the painting, the artist could always put in the effort of making it again, and that in itself is a form of victory. They wouldn't be afraid to take that bold step again and again, till the painter gets what they want from the painting."

Geto's gaze drifted away for a moment, his brow furrowed slightly as he processed your words. It was as if he was engaged in an internal debate, weighing the implications of your statement against his own judgement.

“I wish I could look into your mind.” He finally said, his eyes slightly wide in wonder.

But oh Suguru, little did he know, he has been settled there since the two of you met in the cafe.

A soft buzz from Geto’s phone brought you out of your thoughts, making you realise how quiet it was around you. He pulled out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he typed a message. As you watched him, the silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words.

He slipped the phone back into his pocket and met your gaze. "It was good seeing you again," he said. Were you overthinking, or was his voice a touch more formal than before? "I have to go now. Enjoy the exhibition."

With that, he turned and walked away, his steps hurried, leaving you standing there with a lingering feeling of unease. You hadn't had a chance to say goodbye, and the abruptness of his departure left you wondering about your interaction with Geto.

Soon, you were done with the exhibition, the vibrant colours of the holograms still dancing behind your eyelids. Your mind buzzed with inspiration, the beauty of the paintings displayed sparking a flurry of ideas in your head.

The puzzle painting seemed to mock you as you passed it one last time, the question echoing in your mind: where did Geto fit in your life? What piece of the puzzle was he?

Exiting the building, you descended the stairs, the chill in the winter air making you shiver despite your sweater. As you reached the bottom, your steps slowed, coming to a halt. There was Geto, standing by the entrance. But he wasn't alone. He held a woman close, his arms wrapped tightly around her like he never wanted to let go. Her head rested against his chest, and his eyes were closed, almost nestled against her shoulder. The intimacy of their embrace was undeniable, a silent language of comfort and connection that spoke volumes.

Despite the prickling suspicion in your chest, you knew better than to jump to conclusions. This wasn't your place to pry. Yet, the image of their closeness branded itself into your brain, a searing feeling that left your heart burning.

"Well, don't you two look cute," a voice boomed. You looked up to see a man with white hair and sunglasses approaching them, a wide grin plastered on his face.

Gojo Satoru - the name echoed in your mind - Geto's best friend.

You watched as Geto and the woman pulled away, the woman playfully swatting Gojo's arm. But it wasn't the playful interaction that held your attention. Even from a distance, you could see the lingering longing in Geto's eyes as he looked at her.

It hit you like a punch to the gut. This was what he'd been preoccupied with. This is why he had kept you in the dark. This all felt like a cruel joke, life playing a twisted game on you. Of course he had a girlfriend - a guy like him probably had women lining up around the block.

You shook your head, a humourless chuckle escaping your lips as you made your way down the remaining stairs. Yeah, it was pretty obvious what kind of piece Geto was. A missing piece, a piece that belonged to someone else's puzzle, not yours.

You stood outside maki’s wooden front door, finger hovering over the buzzer.  But, before you could ring, the door swung open, its hinges creaking slightly as familiar black, tousled hair came into the view.

Yuta lifted his head, momentarily startled to see someone standing right outside the door, before his eyes met yours. A small smile graced his lips. You took note of the black duffle bag hanging on his shoulder.

You returned his smile, “Leaving now?” you asked him, watching as a small blush crept up his cheek. “Yeah, Maki is feeling better now, so I figured I should go home.” He answered, relief clouding in his eyes before his expression turned curious, “Oh, how was the exhibition yesterday? Again, I am so sorry we couldn’t make it.”

You shook your head, dismissing his apology. “No need to apologise, Yuta.” Despite the events of last night, you found yourself smiling. After all, you saw some works by your favourite artists. You cannot let a man - no matter how much he meant to you - ruin something that you have been looking forward to so eagerly.

“The exhibition was great, Yuta,” You said, as you told him about the puzzle artwork. “I really missed you guys there, you would have loved it too.” You finished, hoping to convey your sincerity with your words. 

Yuta’s eyes lit up and his smile widened, “That sounds amazing! I hope next time all of us can go” He said, before gesturing towards his bag, “Anyways, I gotta go now - Maki’s in her room, by the way.” With a final wave, he moved towards the front door, the door shutting behind him as he left Maki’s apartment.

You made your way towards her room, the minty smell of ointment filling your nose. You found Maki sitting on her bed with a small crochet blanket draped over her legs. The vibrant colours of the blanket reminded you of summer. 

Maki looked up when you approached, a small chuckle leaving her lips as she rolled her eyes, inviting you to sit on the bed. “I knew I would see your face today.” she said, causing you to smile. Her voice today was a far cry from the shaky, tired voice she had yesterday.

Yeah, Yuta was right, Maki was definitely feeling better.

You also noticed that some colour has returned to her face, and Maki looked better now than she did at college, and this observation somehow soothed and comforted you. You enquired about her well-being and got to know that Maki had a cold and fever, but thanks to Yuta’s support, she was feeling far better. 

Oh, Speaking of Yuta…

“So Yuta stayed the night, huh?” You finally asked, an eyebrow raised and a smirk gracing your lips. 

Maki rolled her eyes again but she didn’t shy away from the topic. You watched as the top of her cheeks turned slightly pink. It was a rare sight, something you found so cute. Both Yuta and Maki had a similar reaction to a similar situation.

“Yeah, he was just making sure the fever doesn't get worse or anything,” she said, a small smile on her lips as if she was recalling last night. “He was really sweet about it, actually.” She said it as if she just realised it too.

You smiled for your friends, “So, do you want something with him?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Maki’s expression turned thoughtful, though a hint of playfulness remained, “I do like him,” She admitted. There was no hesitancy in her voice. “But I don’t want to force things with him or anything. Just go with the flow, you know?” She met your eyes as she said, “Besides, he is a great friend - that matters above everything else.” 

You admired Maki’s clarity. She knew what she wanted. 

Nodding your head in response, you reached out to squeeze Maki's hand. But just then Maki let out a small cough. You quickly reached for the glass of water on her bedside table and handed it to her, "Here, take a sip of this."

After a few sips, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. "Alright," she said, her voice slightly raspy, "enough about me. Tell me what’s going on between you and that Geto guy?" Her gaze, even dimmed by illness, held its usual unwavering intensity. It burrowed into yours, leaving no room for secrets. “And don’t lie, I can tell something is bothering you.”

Your heart sank at the mention of Geto's name, the emotions from last night bubbling back to the surface. You avoided them, though. "I think he's seeing someone else," you admitted with a bitter chuckle.

Maki's frown mirrored your own confusion. "But from what you told me…?"

"Yeah, I know," you sighed, your voice heavy with resignation. "But then again, we didn’t speak for two months. I don’t really blame him for pursuing someone else."

But the ache in your chest refused to dissipate, stubbornly clinging to the remnants of hope you had tried to bury.

You recounted the events of the exhibition, the cryptic nature of Suguru's words, and the sight of him with another woman. Maki listened attentively, her unwavering gaze conveying understanding as you poured your heart out to her.

Maki sighed, her disappointment evident in the furrow of her brow. “The woman you are talking about,” she began, her tone tinged with frustration, “I think I saw her and Geto at a cafe - the description sounds the same. But I didn’t think much of it because I just assumed they were friends or something.” Another sigh escaped her lips, laden with exasperation. “But from what you're saying… man, that guy is so clueless!”

"Now, there’s no point in that anyway," you murmured, your shoulders slumping as you shook your head. "I’m just disappointed because I thought we had something, but I guess I just misunderstood things."

Maki's eyes flashed with indignation. “I saw the way he looked at you in the cafeteria - like a teenage boy looking at his first crush. It was so sweet it was almost disgusting,” she said, her nose scrunching up slightly. “So no, you did not misunderstand things. That guy turned out to be an asshole.”

Maki reached out and squeezed your hand, a gesture so unexpected from her that it caught you off guard. “You deserve better than someone who doesn’t know what he wants.” Her gaze was intense, taking in your slumped shoulders and tired eyes. “You know what?” she began, determination clear in her voice. “Give me your phone.”

“You are not texting him,” you said sternly, though you unlocked your phone and handed it to her anyway.

“Of course not,” she replied with a humourless chuckle. “He isn’t worth my time.” You rolled your eyes at her statement, but the corners of your lips twitched upwards, feeling a bit of the weight lifting off your shoulders.

You peeked over your phone, curiosity getting the better of you. Maki was busy downloading - “A dating app?” you asked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

Maki nodded in response, her fingers flying over the screen as she added a description and prompts to your profile. “But Maki, I don’t want to date someone just like that,” you protested.

“You deserve to meet someone new and exciting. It doesn’t have to be serious,” Maki replied, her voice firm but caring.

You had never used dating apps before, so you felt hesitant to try it out. The idea of swiping left and right felt strange, almost impersonal. But another part of you was curious to see how things would turn out. After all, college was ending soon, you had barely dated anyone until now, and then the thing with Geto...

Maki looked up from the phone, her expression softening slightly. “I know it feels weird, but sometimes you need to step out of your comfort zone. Just give it a try. If you don’t like it, you can always delete it.” She angled the phone towards you, the dating app now downloaded and ready to go. “Think of it as an adventure. You never know what might happen.”

Maki began swiping for you, her eyes occasionally flicking up to check your reaction. One particular profile caught your eye. “Wait!” you stopped her just as she was about to remove the profile.

“What? Him? Really?” Maki asked, her nose scrunching up in mild disgust.

“Hey, he looks good, okay? But that’s not the point,” you said, leaning in to get a better look. The picture of a familiar white-haired man stared back at you. “That’s Geto’s best friend, Gojo.” You told her, swiping down on the profile to see more.

You came across a picture of him and Geto, seemingly from a beach trip. Both of them were wearing floral shirts and sporting big grins. The sight of them together stirred a mix of emotions within you. The carefree happiness on Geto's face contrasted sharply with the confusion and heartache you felt.

The text with the picture read:

Yeah, that’s my best friend, but you won’t find him here. His heart is already taken, but mine isn’t ;)

You shook your head, ignoring the icy feeling that crawled up your veins; a feeling that didn’t have anything to do with the cold, biting wind outside. After a few more swipes, you got some matches. Maki took over, texting them on your behalf.

“‘Are you free tomorrow?’” Maki read the text from one of your matches out loud. Yeah, you were free, but was it wise to go out with someone you barely knew? As if sensing your hesitation, Maki said, “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, but I think you should.” Then, she added, “It might help you deal with your feelings for Geto.” You noticed a hint of bitterness when she said his name, as if it left a sour taste in her mouth.

You bit your lip, considering her words. Maki has always been your rock, her advice helping you through the toughest situations. Finally making up your mind, you said, “Yeah, I guess I’ll go out with him - see how it is.” Then, with a teasing tone you said, your voice light, “But I am going only for you.”

Maki smiled at you, her expression lightening. “Great! I’ll text him then.” Her tone turned serious. “But keep texting me, okay? He seems okay, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be worried about you.”

You smiled at your friend’s protectiveness. “Yeah, I will Maki, don’t worry about it.”

A small part of you felt like this was wrong, especially since there was no communication between you and Geto to clear things up. But he had started dating someone else, hadn’t he? His heart was already taken, wasn’t it? So did it matter what you felt for him? Clearly, it didn’t mean anything to him, so the sooner you got over it, the better it would be for you.

The sudden crack of lightning jolted you, sending a streak of black liquid across your eyelid just as you were applying your eyeliner. A muted curse escaped your lips as you grabbed a makeup wipe, determined to fix the line. But the damage was done – a dark smudge now decorated your under-eye. With a sigh, you opted for a clean look, wiping away the eyeliner completely.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the room, followed by a low rumble of thunder. Your brow furrowed as you pulled on your clothes for the date. Winter rain was a rarity, but the damp air and earthy scent were unmistakable signs of a downpour.

You had to hurry now. Getting caught in a winter rain shower was the last thing you wanted, especially with your already achy legs. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed that you were looking presentable. Despite the eyeliner disaster, you felt satisfied with your hair and makeup.

You made your way towards the restaurant, taking the subway. As you emerged from the station, the warm, stale air was replaced by a blast of icy wind that stole your breath. It was raining now, but thankfully it was misty; the droplets of water barely felt like anything. The rain clung around your face, blurring the city lights into shimmering halos. The rhythmic rumble of the train faded behind you, replaced by the traffic honks and the murmur of people walking around.

Your legs felt like lead as you trudged towards the restaurant. You'd chosen a cosy Italian place that was a little far from your apartment. Your date had insisted on a ‘middle point’ since he lived far away from your place, and you couldn’t protest.

Doubt gnawed at you. Was this the right way to get over Geto? The memory of his supportive glances and gentle laugh sent a pang through your chest. This date with someone you barely knew, suddenly felt like a flimsy shield against a tidal wave of longing. Yes, you and your date had exchanged some text, but could you really judge a person just through texts? But cancelling now felt like a betrayal – you couldn’t bring yourself to leave someone hanging like that while they waited for you.

With that in mind, you pushed open the glass doors of the restaurant. The smell of molten cheese and basil greeting you, followed by the gentle clink of glasses and happy murmurs. The whole place was bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights. 

Once inside, you navigated through the crowded space until you spotted a familiar-looking face. Your date's blond hair was combed neatly, but there was something different about his hair compared to the pictures you saw. Still, you paid it no mind as you made your way to the table.

As you reached the table, you noticed an almost empty lowball glass that sat in front of him. It had a single ice cube clinging to the bottom of what appeared to be bourbon, given by its amber colour. Before you could dwell on the obvious red flag, dark hazel eyes met yours.

You forced out a smile. “Hey, you must be –”

The words died on your lips as he cut you off, his voice clipped. "You're late."

Huh?

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Looking forward to your feedback 🌷

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[the-pigeon-queen]

Hello! So I’ve got a question, and based off your posts, I feel that you may be able to help me. I’ve been a casual listener of ghost since like 2019, but have never kept up with the lore. I listened to satanized today, however, and felt a very deep pull into the song due to some life stuff. I feel that this album cycle might be a big one for me and I want to be invested. Do you know what would be a good place for me to even start trying to learn everything? Love your art!

Howdy! :] Welcome to the fandom! I'm by no means an expert, but I'd like to think I have a pretty solid understanding of the lore, or at least a solid enough understanding of it.

If I get anything wrong, forgive me, I just do my best :']

Breaking into the lore of Ghost is daunting at first, I won't lie. The 'cannon' itself has a few contradictions, and it can be pretty vague, and very spread out across random interviews and publications. Because of that, the fandom has contributed a lot to what is ""widely accepted"". Separating "cannon" and "fandom" can be a confusing at first, too.

Ghost content relies heavily on fandom interpretation and reconciliation. If you're ever unclear on whether something is cannon or fandom, don't be afraid to ask someone :]

Idk what you've seen and what you haven't, but if any new fans read this and are brand new, I'll provide some links and pretend you haven't seen anything :]!

This is the order I would go in, but don't feel like you need to hold yourself to it. Give yourself time to learn everything :] there's no rush.

This is a long post, so I'll put it under this:

Let's go!

{ The Chapters } For the bulk of cannon lore, from Ghost's official Youtube channel.

Now, these chapters span the introduction of Cardinal Copia all the way to the introduction of Papa V, which just happened :] So, I would recommend watching up to Chapter 17: Nap Time, then stopping until you've caught up with the events of the Ghovie (Ghost movie), noted below.

Now, it's time for some supplemental lore, if you want a little more about Papa I, Papa II, and Papa III.

{ The Olde One - Papaganda ep. 1 }

{ What Happens in Vegas... - Papaganda ep. 2 }

{ The Summoning }

Then we have a couple of music videos that continue with bits of cannon lore surrounding Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator. These follow the events of the flashback in Chapter 8: Kiss the Go-Goat:

{ Mary on a Cross Music Video } For cannon Papa Nihil/Sister Imperator lore

{ The Future is a Foreign Land Music Video } For bits of cannon

Now back to the big stuff!

I highly recommend this Youtube video for a good overview of the cannon lore:

{ The Road to Rite Here Rite Now }

It has a lot of good clips from the live performances, including the on-stage transitions between the band's Eras. It also dives into the anxiety the fandom experienced before the premiere of the movie, Rite Here Rite Now.

The only slight issue I have with that video is that it accepts the events of the music video for 'Dance Macabre' over what is stated by Papa Nihil in the Chapter 1 video, concerning the very first Papa. Here's the link to that music video:

{ Dance Macabre } For a lore detour

The 'contradiction' could be it's own post. It concerns the origin of Papa Nihil himself, the whole white eye thing, and the Emeritus bloodline. Every fan probably has their own interpretation and reconciles it differently. So don't dwell on it!

Then, of course, I would recommend watching the Ghovie, Rite Here Rite Now. If you don't have access to it, this Youtube Video covers the story elements of it.

{ The Road Past Rite Here Right Now }

Then, jump back and watch Chapter 18 and 19, which take place after the movie.

{ Chapter 18: What A Fiasco! }

{ Chapter 19: What Video? }

And then, after watching the music video for 'Satanized', you're all caught up!

{ Satanized }

So, those are all the things I consider to be 'hard cannon'. Text interviews are what I consider more 'loose cannon' because some of the stuff in them is wild (espcially the interviews during Papa I/Primo's reign). But they are fun! @cityofmeliora has some really in-depth posts about the content in some of the interviews, which you can always give a read for additional little lore tid-biits.

Now... Nameless Ghouls.

I won't tackle Ghouls in this post - the topic could easily be its own post. It could easily be several posts, even though there is little actual cannon lore surrounding Ghouls. Nearly everything concerning the Ghouls, even their names, is fandom supplied. The only cannon Ghoul facts I can think of is:

Each Ghoul has an element, and that element corresponds to what instruments the Ghoul plays in the band.

There is a side character in Ghost's lore named Jim Defroque. He is first mentioned in Chapter 16. I didn't include him earlier cause I don't honestly think he's that important to the overall lore. But, you know, there is a chance he could appear in more things in the future! So, here's what we have about him:

{ Jesus Talk With Father Jim DeFroque } An 'in-universe' podcast

{ Ghost - Jesus He Knows Me Music Video } Stars Jim Defroque

{ AMENdments | Ghost Timeline } Fanmade summary of Jim Defroque

Then lastly, I'll drop the link for a playthrough of the video game Ghost put out. I'm not sure how cannon it really is, but I do accept a few things from it as cannon - like one of Papa I's favorite music artists being Tina Turner. The game is unfortunately no longer available, but this is a full playthrough I watched:

{ Escape the Ministry }

And that's that! I hope this is helpful to you or anyone else trying to break into the lore! It's an exciting time to dive in :]!

[yarafic]

Imagine: beer pong with Klaus

You look at yourself in the mirror and sighed, oh how much you hate school dances but you had no choice. Your best friend , Caroline was the reason why you were going, if it was for her you'll be sitting at home and watching Bones. Wondering who was the murderer but sadly you have to go to that stupid dance.

A ring was heard, you quickly went into your room to fetch the phone and see who is it. It was a text from Damon, you had a sick feeling that Damon was going to ask you for a favor.

(Third p.o.v )

She huffed and toss her phone on the bed then goes back to the bathroom she fixes her make up then grabs her keys from her desktop. She heads off to the school, as she arrived to the parking lot she heard a screaming of annoyance. She quickly dashes to where the screaming was coming from. When she got inside the gym, she sighed in relief.

"Caroline! What's wrong?" She said as she reaches to the gym. A smile began to appear on her face but she had to cover it up and be a good friend.

"Oh! No! The gym is ruined and all the hard work we did." She said trying to sound convincing. Caroline looked at her and gave her a glare, then reply "Who would do such a thing?"

"I don't know. But what are we going to do."

"We can have it at my house. My mother won't mind." Someone suggested

Both of the girls turn around to notice it was Tyler, Caroline smiles and says" Really! "

"Yes"he assures her, a bunch of squeals slip out of mouth and Y/n huffed out of annoyance. She thought she could get away and not go.

"Okay! I'll see you at his. I need to do some touch ups." Caroline said and waves good bye.

Y/n turns to Tyler and punches him on his shoulder then murmurs "Good job! Dimwit, now I have to go."

_______

Y/n parks her car in front of the Lockwood Mansion, she was amazed on how Tyler could fix up a party in seconds. She walks to the door, the door opens up immediately to see the mighty Klaus standing with that annoying smirk of his.

"Lovely seeing you here." He shows his signature smirk.

Y/n rolls her eyes and retorts "I wish I could say the same." She walks pass him.

"Come on, love. Don't be mean."

She ignores him and walks to where everyone is, she notice Damon was giving off instructions to everyone. He turn to look at you and said "you go distract Klaus."

"Why do I have to distract Klaus?" She asked.

"Because you look fuckable and he has a thing for you." Damon said

She huffed in annoyance and hears the rest of the plan.

______

Y/n goes to the bathroom to do some touch ups on her makeup and fix her hair to look presentable. She walks out of the bathroom, began her search for Klaus. She notices him playing beer pong with his hybrids. As she has her phone on hand, she felt a vibration; she picked it up and saw there was a text from Damon. He was telling her not to fuck up his plan. Y/n made a face of annoyance and turn off her phone. She walk towards where Klaus is at, one of the waiters that was walking around handing people glass of wine or any other   alcoholic beverages. She picks one up from the trays and swirls the liquid around the cup. She brings the rim of the cup to her lips and takes a sip, while she sees at Klaus. As he felt her eyes piercing his skull, he looks up and give her a smile. He makes a gesture for her to join him, Y/N shakes her head no and gives a small wave. As she was about to leave, Klaus takes a hold of her wrist and pulls her towards him. He leans closely to her and whispers" Lets play."

"I have to tell you, Sir. I do not know how to play."

"I can teach you. Do not worry."

Y/n mouths an okay and walk towards the pong table, she places her hand on the edges of the table. Klaus turns to her and explains how the game goes. She gave him a nod and says excitedly  "Let's make this game interesting."

Klaus raised a brow and replied "How?"

She gave a soft smile and tells him"The loser has to be the slave for the winner, form at least two months."

Klaus had a shock expression but quickly smirk, then gave his famous smirk.

"Alright, love. Let's begin shall we."

_____

As both of you throw the plastic ball into the cups, it was a draw. A tie, but there has to be a tiebreaker to end this game. Therefore, the loser could pay the price.

"Last round, love." Klaus announced excited.

Y/n scoffed and brush her bangs away from her face, "Aww, do not worry nikkiepoo. I am going to win."

"As they say may the odds be at your favor."

As she aim the ball to go inside the cup, sadly, the ball did not went in. She cursed and slammed her hands on the table, while Klaus smiled. He knew that he won, even though he aim the ball to her cup and successfully made it in. He walks up to Y/n with a big smile on his face and says,"Well, loser. As my personal slave, I order you go on a date with me."

[miimo96]

Thoughts on TBHK Chapter 117

Ok I'm starting to think you guys love torturing or something because once again you didn't remind me that a new chapter was out, I mean it's already hard enough trying to keep up as it is without spoilers, So you guys could at least do me the favor and cut me some slack by letting me know when a New chapter is out, I mean you guys KNOW how I feel about this series and that I wanna talk about it just like everyone else, So Why F$#K DON'T YOU GUYS REMIND ME!? like c'mon guys 🥺 also I see that we're back to using the original font style tho so that's a plus at least, I wonder shenanigans we're gonna get up to in this chapter tho, ooh! I wonder if well see hanako or if yashiro will even talk about what happened with him being a teacher now or that she even had an encounter with him, I highly doubt it because she knows how much Akane and teru hate hanako so maybe she'll keep it to herself, welp only one way to find out

Ngl I was a little caught off guard at 1st with them calling her Akane instead of Aoi, maybe because I'm So used to the anime calling her aoi and him Akane, but eh it's whatever tho 😅

I completely forgot that in this timeline he and Aoi are in a relationship, so his reaction to her texting him is So Hilarious to me, it's just like "Oh shit, I forgot 😀" 🤣🤣

I KNEW IT! I knew she would be conflicted with leaving things as it is and maybe even not wanting to Rest the timeline, OMG I ABSOLUTELY CALLED IT RIGHT ON THE EFFING MONEY YEAH! *Does happy dance*

Omg i didn't even think of it like that, but yeah who's to say that everything that happened in the previous timeline, won't just happen again, like a Canon event or something, Omg Aidairo's understanding of time travel is really Amazing, Iike the way it just plays with all the concepts and rules without making too confusing is just Genius, and ya know what it really does bring into question of "What if this could happen " and "would this lead to that" like omg aidairo well done golf claps all around 👏👏👏 Also no offense teru but I don't think hanako would really care that much, because hanako's whole thing is about making yashiro happy, like even if he couldn't be with her or if he had to do something drastic like killing one of her friends to extend her life like he tried with aoi, he wouldn't really care because as long as she's alive that's all that matters, I mean sure he would get lonely, but as long as she's happy, he couldn't ask for more

Omg this Panel is so GOOD like look at it OMG I want this to be animated sooo Baaaadd!! 😖

OMG Teru is such a bitch for this, he legit called her to make it look like Akane and yashiro are a thing, which would never effing happen to begin with, but all in the name just to fuck with him like Omg teru, you're such a bitch like Wow just Wow, also I love that even tho she's with teru, she still gets jealous if she sees.Akane with someone else, like it just shows that she really loves him Awww 😊

Phff 🤣🤣🤣 they legit hit the "ewww no he like a brother to me" 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Also i love how aoi is immediately wanting to know about yashiro's love life, She's such a gossip Girl Lol

Omg Now THAT is a confession, yashiro needs to take notes, Holy shit was not expecting this, Hell yeah Aoi Aoi is back! ^^

Yo I effing hate this dude like I just wanna Slap him at times like bro shut yo ass up, like how do you go from being so clutch and awesome last chapter but such a dick in this one like this is what I don't like about this guy, like I'm starting to think he's bipolar like LOOK AT HIS FACE, LOOK AT HIS FUCKING FACE!

Wait we're going to the Red house, Omg the Next chapter can't come any sooner like I'm So excited, I wonder what changes have been made or if THAT is never meant to change like what if This is what teru was talking about how things are eventually meant to happen, Oh my gosh I can't wait ^w^

My initial reaction to this scene was "ah this is nice, just 2 of my favorite character's having a nice stroll and being an absolute adorable couple" before IMMEDIATELY turning into "WAIT I RECOGNIZE THAT STREET!" Because if you have an encyclopedia knowledge of this series like I do, then You'd KNOW exactly where that street leads, Ah Shit I'm really starting to think that Kou's earing might be bad luck or something because this the 2nd time this has happened to him, ya know maybe that's why mitsuba hates it so much, Omg I hope it isn't what I think it is, but the fact the he said it had a Red roof is already confirming my suspicions *bites nail* 😰

F%#$k I KNEW IT! Omg these 2 can't catch a break like WTF also I SEE that it has the keep out sign at that it's looks pretty abandoned almost burnt so i guess teru was right and things eventually Are meant to happen, Ah shit I'm so scared for Next chapter, Damn it Aidairo leave them ALONE PLEASE!? Welp, looks like shit's going to go Down next chapter, and I guess I'll be right here to cover it ^^;; wait a minute I just realized something, we haven't seen Sakura or Natsuhiko yet so could next chapter finally be them and confirm my suspicions of Sakura being a ghost or Kannagi and Natsuhiko being her protector!? OMG NEXT CHAPTERS GONNA BE AMAZING!!!

[differenteagletragedy]

ouuuugh I need to know how the ol boys would be w a blind mc now 🥺

Yay, here you go! Thank yoooou :)

-- Look, Cove is going to be a little insensitive in Step 1, he just is. He's not going to mean anything by it, of course, but that little boy has no filter and does not pick up on social cues and he has questions, a lot of them.

-- Like depending on the MC's personality, Cliff might be like "Hey there son, might want to cool it a bit."

-- Do you have a guide dog? That's cool -- if you're with Derek your dog has a bodyguard. If somebody wants to keep their hand they won't pet that dog, at least not without your permission (he will not actually take this person's hand, but they will get a firm talking to).

-- My whole headcannon with Baxter is that if MC has any sort of health problem or disability that includes accessorizing, he's gonna go nuts. Like if you have a lot of medications, he's going to want to find you a fancy/cool pill organizer. So if you're blind, if you like sunglasses, he's going to be getting some sunglasses.

MC: Baxter, my dog doesn't need a bow tie.

Baxter: No one needs a bow tie, darling, but I do think it provides a certain mystique.

-- Cove does his research, always. One day he comes over with all these new terms and talking points and wants to discuss your blindness, for no particular reason (it's because he was on his little laptop half the night and just wants to know every single thing about you).

-- Do you want to use one of the boys as a guide? Derek is your guy. Hold onto his arm and he will get you wherever you need to go without one single hiccup. Baxter will be good at this too, but if you know him well enough then he's going to pull a few little tricks sometimes. He's a jerk like that (said affectionately) but if you're dancing, that's serious business and he won't fool around. Cove will give it his all, but if you'd just rather take a piggyback ride that would be cool too :)

-- Baxter knows you can't see what he looks like, so he's going to bump up everything else about him that you can sense. He's always going to smell good, and he's going to make an even bigger effort to use his smooth voice.

-- Derek just wants to take care of you so so much. If he's doing too much, let him know and he'll pull back, but he's doing every single thing he can think of to make your life easier.

-- Cove finding out about alt text and making everybody use it

Cove: Terry, you forgot to use alt text on your Instagram, fix it

[sanguineslytherin]

Where You Left Me || Ch. 5 - A Change of Heart

A/N: Hi lovelies! This chapter took a lot longer than anticipated and for that I apologize. I'm in the US and it's been a crazy few weeks to say the least, but hopeful it won't always take me this long between chapters.

Summary: Sebastian Sallow was a determined and talented wizard, a statement those closest to him knew as fact. After O.W.L.s and a tumultuous fifth year, he now has to navigate his last years at Hogwarts and his fast approaching future- a future he now has a second chance at thanks to his very best friends- Ominis Gaunt and Eléonore Calthorpe. Although when he thinks he’s achieved everything that he’s ever hoped for, will those he left behind to chase his dreams still be there for him right where he left them?

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November 1891

With the upcoming ball being the topic of discussion that all any Hogwarts student could talk about, it was nearly unbearable to have a conversation with anyone these days for Sebastian. Any time anyone would even briefly mention it in casual conversation prompted an eye roll. Besides it’s not like Sebastian had much else to focus on with his tutoring sessions, his relationship with Anne, and his coursework- that was far more important in his book.

One chilly November evening Elle, Ominis, and Sebastian found themselves holed up in the library. End of term exams were fast approaching, so the three thought it best to get ahead of the curve and to hash out any studying when necessary.

Though after hours of poring over school texts, the night had finally begun to wind down. Elle was the first to close her book, a cunning smirk etched upon her face. “So, Ominis…” she began, a mischievous aura encompassing each word. “Rumour has it that Violet McDowell asked you to go to the ball with her?” Her head swiveled toward him, wiggling her eyebrows in question. The poor lad was completely dumbfounded, his face now as red as beets at the sudden interrogation. 

“H-How did you even…?” He snorted awkwardly. His embarrassment only grew further by the minute as he blinked in disbelief. Elle placed a hand to her lips in an effort to keep herself from chortling, which would surely get them into trouble with Madam Scribner. 

“The girls do indeed talk, you know this, yes? She’s only been babbling about how she wished you would ask her for weeks. It was Imelda Reyes who had had enough of hearing her blabbering, and told her to do it herself if she wanted it so badly.” Elle leant into the table, lowering her voice to little more than a whisper. “So? Did you say yes?” She asked gleefully, begging like the eager schoolgirl that she was for any intel.

Ominis began to stammer on his words, still in utter shock that anyone had known about the invitation that he had received only a few hours ago. “Well, I’ll admit that I was rather surprised that she was the one to ask me, but yes. Yes I did. I may not be the best choice of dance partners, but I think that it’ll be a wonderful time.” He couldn’t hide the tiniest of smiles at that. 

It took everything within Elle to keep herself from squealing in excitement for her friend as she grabbed his hand. “Oh, Ominis, that's wonderful!” 

Sebastian’s brows knitted together in complete confusion as he peered up from his book. “I’ve got to say, Ominis, didn’t think you were into all that frivolous stuff. Let alone all this fancy ball hogwash,” his tone accidentally coming off a little more demeaning than intended. 

“And just what do you mean by that? Do you not plan on attending?” she quipped, a hint of disappointment simmering behind her eyes. Sebastian was at a loss for words as the tension hung in the air. This was the first time he had even seen either of his friends show any interest in the idea of attending, so he had assumed that they might all skip out together. Elle nodded her head in understanding as she grabbed her book and stood from the table. 

“If you two don’t mind, I think I’m going to retire early. I haven’t been getting enough sleep with exams and everything….” and with that she scurried off out of the library and was gone. 

Sebastian sat there with his mouth agape at what had just happened. Ominis turned to him and frowned in curiosity, bewildered by the sudden mood shift. “What’s with her?” Sebastian asked. Ominis simply shrugged in response. 

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December 1891         

Term exams stayed at the forefront of Sebastian’s mind, despite his classmates' attempts to morph any topic of conversation into dance details. He was rather surprised at just how many of his male classmates had seemed particularly excited about the upcoming ball. If he had to hear another debate on what pocket square and tie combo someone should wear he thought he would be sick. 

One evening he found himself down in Hogsmeade at the Three Broomsticks after a rather frantic letter from Sirona asking if he had any time to spare if he could help out at the inn that weekend. Turns out that December was a busy season, and she was down a couple barmaids. Sebastian was more than happy to oblige, considering all that she had done for him that summer. 

Things had slowed down as the evening slowed to a close. Like old times, Sirona popped open a bottle of firewhiskey as they sat behind the bar doing their nightly chores.  

“So I heard that Hogwarts is hosting a winter ball?” She made a sour face as she downed the liquid, placing her shot glass on the counter. Students had been rotating throughout the inn for weeks, yammering about the occasion. 

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at her, throwing a dish rag over his shoulder. “Yes, that is true….” Where was she going with this?  He reached for the bottle of firewhiskey, pouring another set of shots for the both of them. He had a feeling he was going to need another one depending on where this conversation was headed. 

“Oh don’t sound too excited now- I surely thought a lad as handsome as yourself would have the ladies lined up to ask them,” she swooned. He could only crinkle his nose in response. 

“Me? I have far more important things to worry about than some silly school ball.” He looked down at a glass he was polishing, his face began to flush at the subject matter of this conversation. He wanted nothing more than to crawl under the bar and hide. 

“Oh, darling…. But it’s not just a silly school ball. It’s a chance for you to make life long memories with your classmates,” she shimmied her shoulders, humming along to a song that Sebastian could only assume was from her own youth at Hogwarts. 

Sebastian paused, placing a hand on his hip as he watched her make a fool of herself. She paused, leaning in closer. “Besides, I would have thought you would have asked that lady friend of yours,” she wiggled her eyebrows at him. He threw a hand to his forehead, only slightly mortified at her suggestion. 

If he were to be honest, he had found himself more than once over the last few weeks pictured the idea. However, at the root of it all, he was worried about what might happen should he choose to pursue her and what may happen should her feelings not reciprocate. 

Sirona’s gaze fixed upon the boy who had now gone quiet. Her eyes widening in surprise she flung the cap off the firewhiskey bottle, once more filling their shot glasses. “You never even asked her, did you?” She clinked his glass, both of them erupting into gags as the liquid trickled down their throats. Sebastian looked away from Sirona, fumbling his glass between his fingers. 

“You absolute fool,” she swatted him gently with her bar rag. He opened his mouth in rebuttal, but he had nothing. “You know that girl is completely smitten with you.” She shook her head in disbelief, wiping a smudge out of the counter. Sebastian could feel the heat in his ears growing. He was not expecting such an interrogation when he signed up for this shift. 

When the last of the guests had finally exited the pub, Sebastian and Sirona sat at an empty table. Between the two of them they had to have downed at least half the bottle of firewhiskey. He had thought the whole exchange surrounding the ball was behind them, until Sirona sighed, glancing at him. “At least consider going to the ball, won’t you? I would hate for you to miss out on some of the greatest moments of your life.” Sebastian chewed on the inside of his cheek, contemplating her words. All he could do was nod. He would think on it, but for right now the only thing he was concerned with was how groggy he was from the amount of liquor he had ingested that evening.  

The next morning, Sirona’s words remained heavy on his mind. He was unsure what he should do and thought it best to consult Ominis on what his thoughts were. But first, he had to handle the matter of nursing his massive hangover from last night’s binge. 

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It took a few days for Sebastian to finally get some time alone with Ominis to pick his brain. As it seemed, he had much more on his plate than Sebastian thought. Not to mention that Elle always seemed to be around them. 

Standing in the undercroft alone one afternoon, he was startled out of his thoughts at the sound of the heavy metal doors opening. “What is it that you wanted to ask me about?” 

Clearing his throat, Sebastian tried to form his words. The past several days he had been thinking long and hard about his discussion with Sirona. He so badly wanted to believe that she was right in her assumption, but he knew he wanted to get a second opinion. 

“Ah, yes,” he began. “I’ve thought alot about the winter ball…” he could see Ominis’ lips curling into a smirk. It made him want to smack him. “Go on….” he countered. 

“I think that I want to attend. And I wanted to get your opinion.” Why was he getting so embarrassed? Ominis simply furrowed his brows together, both confused on just what he needed an opinion on as well as the change of heart surrounding the idea. 

“I don’t believe that I’m following….” Ominis appeared downright confused now. “You need my opinion on what, exactly?” 

Sebastian grew increasingly frustrated with himself. The mere idea of asking a girl, let alone Elle, to a ball made his palms begin to sweat. “I was thinking about asking Elle,” he stated rather bluntly. 

Ominis appeared delighted at the idea at first, and then all of a sudden he was confused again. “That’s wonderful, but…. As a friend? Why exactly do you need to ask me that? I’m…. a little lost?” 

Sebastian’s hand flew to his curls in frustration. Not because of Ominis, but by the way he was so stupidly formulating his own words. When it came to confessing his feelings for Elle to Ominis, it was damn near impossible to get the words out. The heat in his cheeks felt almost unbearable as he contemplated his next words. 

He sighed. “I wanted to ask for your help in what I should do to ask her.” He went quiet again. It only took a moment for the realization to click and Ominis’ lips curled into the most devious of smiles. “You fancy her, don’t you!?!?” Sebastian said nothing, gripping the front of his hair in pure embarrassment.

Ominis tried not to laugh as it was rare that Sebastian was ever this flustered, but then he thought for a moment. “This is Elle we’re talking about. Just ask her,” he offered- though that was not much help for Sebastian. 

Perhaps Sebastian was being rather silly about the whole situation, and he was overthinking it. Ominis was right- he should just ask her. Ominis soon left, leaving Sebastian alone with himself to think. The rest of the afternoon was spent devising a plan. After all, how hard could it be? 

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The ball was only a couple weeks away now, and Sebastian had grown nervous with each day that passed. He felt ashamed at the fact that despite his conversation with Ominis, he still had yet to ask Elle. His schedule seldom overlapped with Elle’s- except for the singular potion’s class they shared and the rare occurrence when they found the time to squeeze in a study session at the library. Neither of which seemed to be particularly romantic opportunities. 

Sebastian was seated at a corner in the Slytherin common room, scribbling away at a piece of parchment. Exam stress had also begun to seep in, and had allowed him an escape from the obstacles of his love life. 

He nearly didn’t notice when Ominis approached the edge of his table, a confused expression stamped on his face. He let out a deep breath as he braced himself for the interrogation he knew was likely about to follow. 

“I caught up with Elle earlier today….” he began. ‘Oh boy, here we go’ Sebastian braced himself for the lecture. Ominis lowered his voice, cautious of any potential eavesdroppers. “Why haven’t you asked her yet? I nearly let it slip as I had assumed you had asked her by now.” 

Sebastian let out a frustrated groan, formulating his response. He knew he just needed to get it over with, and prolonging it wasn’t going to do him any favors. “I know, I know….. Any time I’ve had an opportunity, it just hasn’t felt right,” he explained. 

Ominis sighed deeply, sympathizing with his friend. “Sebastian, at this rate you just need to get it together and ask her,” he emphasized. He could feel himself flushing. He knew Ominis was right, and all he could do was exhale in response as Ominis raised from the table and sauntered off. He couldn’t pussyfoot around it anymore- he would finally have to ask her. 

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Later that evening, Sebastian and Elle were gathered around a table in the library. Elle had extended the invite to Ominis to join them at dinner, though he had declined and cited that he had made other plans- Sebastian knew that was a lie as he shot a pointed glance at him upon their departure from the Great Hall. 

Elle yawned, stretching her arms as the clock chime echoed throughout the library. It had gotten late and the two of them had better take their leave before curfew went into effect. 

Sebastian remained quiet as they gathered their study materials and began hazily strolling down the hallway. Elle had launched into a conversation about the events of her day, and Sebastian had only half been listening as he began to scheme for how to shift topics to the ball. 

“Are you alright, Seb?” Elle had halted, noticing that his mind had drifted elsewhere. He gulped. It was now or never. 

“I’ve just been thinking about the ball….” he started, unsure of what his next words would be. Elle tilted her head, slightly confused at the shift in conversion. 

He studied her expression, clearing his throat nervously. “And I was thinking…. I’m assuming that because you don’t have a date, we could go together?” Not quite how he had wanted to get the words out, but at least he had done it. There was a pause. Why was there a pause? “A-as friends…. of course!” Her expression shifted through various emotions, finally settling upon a look of pure frustration- complete with a wrinkled brow. 

“I’ll have you know that I’ve already been asked, thanks,” she huffed. Now it was Sebastian’s turn to be confused. 

“What? By whom?!?” He questioned, the blade of envy puncturing with each word. This is the first he had heard of any of this, and he would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel at least a tinge of jealousy. 

Elle squared her shoulders back, crossing her arms over the textbook she carried. “I’ve been asked by Lysander Fawley. A couple of weeks ago, actually.” 

“Lysander Fawley? That old dungbrain?!?” He nearly shouted in disbelief. Then it clicked. Lysander was a year 7 teaching assistant for their advanced potion’s class, and he had been oblivious to it then but he now recalled the way he would saunter around her during class in a way that made her blush. 

Elle blinked in awe. “Yes, and I think we’ll have a lovely time together. He’s smart, he’s charming…. And I happen to find him quite handsome.” A soft rosy hue appeared on her cheeks at the admission. 

“Do you know some of the nasty rumours I’ve heard about him?!?” The lad had been branded as somewhat of a womanizer among the girls in both 6th and 7th year. He quieted his voice, realizing he had been on the verge of shouting again. “Besides, he’s too old for you Els. I wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about you,” Sebastian crossed his arms in disgust at the idea. Though he had regretted it as soon as the words had left his mouth. 

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I forgot to ask for your opinion on whom I should and should not consort with!” Elle’s words oozed with sarcasm as she scoffed at Sebastian’s dismissal. Who was he to tell her who she was and was not allowed to go to the ball with? Especially since it was clear to her that he was only asking her in a last ditch effort to find a date after she had been waiting, no, hoping that he would have asked her earnestly weeks ago. 

Sebastian’s temper began to bubble up. He held his tongue, at a complete loss of what to say that wouldn’t further jeopardize things. All he could do was study Elle’s features, damning himself for having waited so long that someone else had gotten to her. 

“Have nothing to say, have you?” She asked, a little disappointed that he had given up the fight. She inhaled, holding back angry tears. “If there’s ever another ball, maybe don’t wait until the last possible moment to ask me before someone else does. And don’t use me as a last resort.” She turned from the boy and ran, her footsteps clacking down the hallway as she increased distance from him. 

Sebastian stood there completely silent. He had absolutely messed that up. In his head this was not the way that he wanted it to go at all. His ego had been bruised upon learning she had agreed to go with someone else, and he had unfortunately acted on his emotion. Rubbing his forehead, he slowly continued the trek back to the Slytherin common room. 

Upon entering, he slumped on the couch letting the heat from the fire warm his body. Ominis drifted out of nowhere, taking a seat next to him. Sebastian couldn’t help but notice the dirty look that Imelda Reyes shot him as she slithered up the stairs to the girl’s dorms. Honestly, he deserved that. Elle was nowhere in sight, not that he had expected her to be. He figured that now she was long tucked in bed, probably gossiping with the girl’s about the events of the evening. 

“What in the hell happened? I thought you were going to ask her? She dashed in here crying up the stairs- Wouldn’t even stop to explain,” Ominis interrogated. Sebastian could only wince. He had been a complete ass tonight. 

“She already has a date…..” he confessed, “Lysander Fawley.” Ominis’ nose crinkled at the revelation, just as surprised as Sebastian that he of all people was Elle’s date. Then he began to relay to Ominis the entire course of the conversation, and where it had gone wrong. How he had completely insulted her and her honor thanks to his jealousy and sharp tongue. Ominis could only tsk, unsure of how to comfort him. 

Sebastian exhaled, hoisting his leaden limbs from the couch. He knew he would have to apologize to her, but definitely not tonight. There was no way he was going to see her again this evening. It had been far too eventful already, and he wanted nothing more than to sink into his bed and forget it all. He could worry about that another day. 

[quohotos]

i demand the 3D objects thoughts

Well I put it off to the absolute last possible moment. If you're reading this it's already too late. Paint 3d is dead

You will not be able to download it from the Microsoft store, and let's be honest, it's too shit for anyone to actually archive it (not that I'd even know how given it's a uwp distributed through the store and never offered as a standalone exe)

But let's not dance on paint 3d's untimely grave. As the world's first ever Kafkaesque photo editor it gave something very special to us all. I've come to love it, even if every time I use it I feel a deep and unending desire to become the joker. So let us Eulogize this beautiful mix failed start of a future we were promised but was failed to be born. Let's pour one out for Paint 3d, and explain once and for all what it really means to paint 3d.

What is paint 3d?

Before you can understand Paint 3d, you must first understand ms paint. Microsoft paint, often just referred to as "Paint" is one of the oldest standard programs to come with any windows installation. It's a bitmap editor that was begun long before most tiktok users were even born. It holds a special place in a lot of 90s and 00s kid's hearts for two reasons.

without fail, it will be installed on every windows machine. You will always have paint. It's dependable, fast, easy to get into, and will open corrupted or mislabeled images. It's the notepad of images, quick, dirty and gets the job done. You can copy and paste screenshots into there to quickly crop them

It's a little bit shit. It doesn't support transparency (well it does now but lets not get ahead of ourselves) so if you tried to make a minecraft skin with it you'd get all these solid color blobs. It doesn't support layers, so anything made on it is going to have a level of earnest shittyness to it. Text can't be rotated, bounding boxes have to be predefined shapes, and once something is on the page it's on the fucking page. MS. Paint will put pixels on the page for you, but after that point it won't hold your hand.

Point 2 is really a larger part of how ms. Paint is remembered. Ms. Paint is synonymous with youth, it's synonymous with limited computer time, with ignorance, with having nothing better. The spectacle of doing anything in Ms. Paint lead to the selling point of ms paint adventures which became homestuck. If you want to strawman someone's political opinions, you draw them in MS paint. The early, edgy, ugly look of the 00s web was defined by MS paint just as much as it was defined by adobe flash. The limitations of this piece of shit software defined a generation's artistic identity. We love it because it is shit. We would not have it any other way

Okay but you didn't explain Paint 3d!

Well, gosh, don't interrupt me. Yeah, so what is paint 3d? In 2017 Paint was added to the deprecated feature list. A special update was pushed so if you opened up paint it would ask you if you'd rather switch to paint 3d

Paint 3d put a fresh new stab at the utility, redoing it in the new UWP format and dressing it up in the company's then standard design language. The refresh also added a whole host of nice, modern features such as:

An updated set of tools, some but not all of which are pressure sensitive when used with tablets/touch

The ability to use transparency!

Hurray those are great new features wait what do those other buttons do?

Yes paint 3d lives up to it's name, you can add stock 3d models to any of your drawings and they're all kinda awful

3d text, 3d models, go ahead and place them in your scene. They put the whole project spark asset library in there last year, if you can think of it it's probably not in there but hey there'll be something and it may or may not have a texture because the model may have been intended for 3d printing

You can manipulate these objects with a slick interface that's completely non industry standard but hey it at least looks nice.

Models can also be painted on and you can pick from these options to decide the albedo/metalic values. No I don't know how to set the custom values, sometimes it's there and if you click off it's gone forever. Good luck

Oh and also when you're painting you're given a very convenient gizmo to rotate the object that isn't available in normal mode. You can multi select objects and group them together but beware it doesn't always work and using the undo key sometimes spawns a new copy at the wrong position and scale but don't worry this is a small bug in a new program and certainly won't be present in the final version on November 4th I promise.

You can put stickers on models and there's a nice little UI to stamp it if you want to put multiple here are all the stock standard stickers

You can also use these pretty tiling textures

Or you can add any png from your hardrive

Those are the only options you'll ever get or need. You can also spawn arbitrary shapes, like cubes and spheres

And in a post launch update they even added the fucking TUBE BRUSH

Look how many tube there is. So many tube You can also edit the points individually after they're created but each tube has a maximum number of points that it can contain and you have no way of knowing until it's too late.

You can also use the 3d doodle to make a shitty potato looking thing, but if you browse the #paint3d tag you'll see a lot of people more talented than me using that tool to it's fullest

As you saw you also have the option to round or point the corners.

At any point you can click the 3d view button and suddenly you're no longer head on, you can orbit the camera and view the scene from any angle. Is it actually good to work with 3d scenes in this program? God fucking no

This scene nearly killed my computer to make, and that thing had okay specs for the time. Placing objects with the non standard (but touch friendly) controls is a pain and the camera cannot be oriented in any meaningful way. There is no frecam, there is no camera scale, you can orbit, you can pan. If you want more go learn blender.

You can also change the time of day

Go ahead, rotate the sun or change the filter, some of them are even minecraft specific. Most of them are objectively worse than the default, but hey you get a lot of options

Okay yes these are all cool features, but I've been dancing around paint 3d's one actually cool feature, the one that drives me mad... because it's a good idea

great even...

...too bad it's shackled to this program.

Oh this? This? yeah we can fuck with this. Now we're fucking talking

Now I can move my objects around in 3d, scale them, reorent them and make all kind of cool 3d compositions out of cut out pieces of my 2d artwork. If you look at any cool marketing material this is by far the feature they're most proud of

The possibilities are endless... unfortunately they're also frustrating.

See that flower I made has a white background, and there's no magic eraser so I'd need to manually cut it out with the eraser... or use magic select

If you're in a video call while this UI is active and you're sharing your screen it will only show the gif and not the program itsself

With the add and subtract tools you can provide hints about what should and should not be included. That's fine for something as simple as this drawn with a pen tool, but... well if you like to draw with the pencil? Get ready for pain buckeraroo. You can't manually slice out what you want, you just have to get the AI to guess and it will never guess perfectly. Part of your bat will be left behind on the canvas or it'll start picking up a few extra white pixels

but hey, it's 3d now, sometimes it works. You can choose to content aware fill whatever was behind on the canvas, or leave a weird white empty space behind

But now I have a field of flowers I can move however I like, okay but I think I want to add an extra leaf to one of them

Get fucked. Idiot. Once you cut it out, it's like paper. These 3d canvasses can never be grown, only shrunk and only by the eraser tool which carves in a perfect circle like a bull in a china shop. Now, it's actually very cool how you can recursively create new 3d canvasses out of existing ones, and I'm sure you could do cool stuff but any time the canvas shrinks that's as big as it'll ever be it can never grow

Also, yeah you can't just make a canvas in place, you either have to reserve space on your main canvas or clip it off of a second canvas you make earlier and just... I don't know stash it off to the side out of frame? this is how you use layers and if you want to re-order them put them in literal 3d space? Want to hide a layer? Put it behind your canvas.

This is what experts are calling: "technically a workflow, I guess"

This would be a really cool feature, unfortunately it's just not finished. It's missing that extra 20% that would make it at home in real software versus just a toy. Just like paint you have to sort of plan ahead and make all of your layers. In order... but in reverse bob ross order. See you need to make all of your foregrounds first, then and only then can you start working on your background canvas, and should you ever change your mind and want another foreground you must destroy a space of your background to create it. Oh, also, once it's 3d it can never be re-projected back into 2d... well you can turn it into a sticker, which kicks ass, but that will be flattened, if you wanted to retain the 3d rotation of it too bad. Also, making something into a sticker physically consumes it, so you'll need to copy and paste it first just in case otherwise it's gone forever

oh yeah and sometimes copy and pasting doesn't work, creates extra clones, or places them at the wrong space.

Okay let's save our work

You can actually save it as a project folder. You heard me right, folder. Paint 3d stores projects as individual folders

And they're all just called checkpoint, there's no association with like, which project each one is

And they're all full of undocumented binary files, with the exception of a png thumbnail at the very bottom.

So uhhh, why? You can't send project files to other people, at least not easilly. Is this some library that I don't know about? This all boggles my mind. I mean a .docx file is just a renamed zip file was it too much to ask to make these all renamed zips? Why would you leave it half finished like that and just not make a "new" file type?

Okay sorry I got lost in the weeds. Also I hit the image limit for this post so you're just gonna have to bear with me and use your imagination. You can do this I believe in you.

You can export as a .glb file that goes to your 3d objects folder (put a pin in that), or you can export it as a video/gif. There are few pre-canned animations like bobbing back and forth or rotating on a turntable. They can be sped up or slowed down, but that's about it.

Okay but why 3d?

God damnit I'm going to need more images for this so I'm gonna post this as is and hope I can add more photos on the reblog...

[lostinvasileios]

Signs.

Sometimes signs aren't always what we expect or had asked for. I know, "I asked for this specific sign but I didn't get it so that must mean they don't like me or something!!!" honeybee, calm down.

Sometimes, signs are things we do not expect. Sometimes, signs aren't what we asked for. But that doesn't always mean something bad! You can relax.

For example, I asked Apollon to play a specific song on his playlist during shufflemancy as a sign. Did he play it? No, he didn't. But he played different ones. Ones that would allow him to show himself to me more clearly, more prominently, more -- lovingly. That would allow me to feel him. To imagine him.

Sometimes, signs can take a while to get to you, as well. It doesn't mean the deity doesn't care to answer you. But most signs, in my experience, aren't always that immediate. They take time to prepare. Deities won't pop up and do dances for you, just as, they don't want or expect you to dance for them, either. (Unless you dance together or something. Then have fun! But, you get what I mean, right?)

A long time ago, I asked Loki to send me spiders as a sign to show he was listening to my prayers, that he wanted to be around me, ect. And, it took 3 days for spiders to show up. In those 3 days, I felt - a little scared, to be really honest. Not a lot, since, me and Loki had already experienced each others presence before. When they finally showed up, Loki had sent them in BULK. I mean, they were practically everywhere and almost always caught me off guard. He would send them big, small, ect.

He even had one to watch over me in the corner of my room. I named him Jerry. I'm very scared of spiders, all bugs really. But, over the course of time, I've started to learn that bugs and other small insects are simply how most of my deities will show themselves if I'm not specific about what type of signs I want. (You don't need to be specific for signs if you don't like to do that, by the way! I simply find it easier to tell what is and what isn't a sign that way most of the time.)

The point is, signs can literally come in all shapes and sizes. Expected, unexpected. Timed, random, it doesn't matter. And they aren't always physical. A sign can be a smell, a thought, a feeling, a gust of wind, a dream, someone texting you a kind word, and so on.

Signs will come to you if you ask. Signs will come to you if you believe they will. Signs will come on their own time. One thing that helped me a bunch, was just simply - listening to my emotions when I came across something. Found a seashell? Oh, Apollon sent me that! My sister bringing me an owl shaped chocolate for Valentines? Again, Apollon! (I love owls, haha.) A random image popped into my head that I feel I should paint? Oh look, another sign from Apollon. This can go on. If you feel like somethings a sign, it most likely is. It's up to you and your deity!

Don't stress over signs. Sometimes, you won't get any signs. At least for a while. And that's okay. It doesn't make you less. It doesn't mean anything negative from the jump. You're going to be okay, bee. Breathe.

You're loved. Don't worry.

[hahanabi]

#HAHANABI: an affiliated sparkle rp blog, laughing along with mik (20, they/them, gmt +8). dancing to the sound of fireworks and mutually assured joy. rules and portrayal notes may be found under the cut!

RULES

ON AFFILIATION: this blog is affiliated with gnostic hymns. as such, personal blogs and rp blogs not affiliated with gh will be softblocked or blocked.

ON OOC: i make a lot of jokes ooc, as well as post shitposts (tagged appropriately on this blog) please don't take them seriously!!! none of what i say ooc is canon here in gh. i try to be very clear about what i include in-character. that said, i understand that the line can get quite blurry at times, so don't be afraid to ask me to clarify stuff or to tell me to stop doing a bit. i'll also be doing the same.

ON SHIPPING: i'm not really open to shipping with sparkle at the moment because who on this earth is insane enough to match sparkle's freak?

ON FORMATTING: i use small text with icons in my writing. if you have any issues with readability or would like me to change my format, please let me know! as for my personal preference: i would prefer it if my partners could use small text in their replies so i can read it more easily <3

ON CONTACT: as tumblr's IMs have been acting up recently (for me at least) i prefer discord dms. my username is emblian! i am part of gh's discord server so you may also ping me there.

ON REPLIES: i try to get back to my partners within 2 weeks. exceptions are lore events and months where i'm on hiatus. if it's been longer than 2 weeks and i'm not preoccupied, feel free to dm me to ask about the reply—chances are i may have forgotten about it.

ON TRIGGER WARNINGS: i will use general trigger warnings for things such as gore, extreme violence, suicide, and other topics that i deem sensitive enough to warrant it. i will be using "tw // (word)" as a tag. if you have any triggers you'd like me to tag, please feel free to let me know through a dm. i also tag spoilers under "hsr spoilers" unfortunately, sparkle can also say some pretty horrible things sometimes, so i'll also have a tag that you can mute if you don't want to see her call people slurs. the tag is "sparkle stfu"

ON HYV GAMES: i am not as familiar with genshin or honkai impact 3rd as i am with honkai star rail. i will defer to my partners for information but please be patient with me if i have lapses in the lore! i would also appreciate it if you could gently correct me on whatever i may get wrong. 

PORTRAYAL NOTES (SPOILER FREE)

sparkle is a fucking freak, let me just put that out there. she enjoys intentionally messing with people and can often do and/or say things that are unsavory, targeted, and mean.

i know that "ooc =/= ic" is common knowledge at this point, but i want to acknowledge that sparkle's actions may still cause ooc distress. she's just that kind of character. but i don't want to spring her onto people without warning, so i'll be communicating a lot in order to keep things transparent. you will always know when a sparkle nuke is coming.

i won't ask for permission for sparkle to pull a trick or a prank or deceive your muse since it's a given that most interactions with her will involve some sort of bullshit like that. things that i will generally ask about are:

can sparkle know a certain thing about your muse? (i.e. a secret they have or a part of their backstory)

can sparkle pretend to be your muse?

can sparkle make fun of a certain thing about your muse? (i.e. a physical feature they have)

can sparkle injure your muse?

more boundaries will be added as seen fit, but still do let me know if you think i've crossed a line that hasn't been stated here

[wynterrolls]

【Honkai: Star Rail Build TLDR】

❈ Yukong

There are two ways to build Yukong. It is dependent which you prioritize more: DMG from Yukong herself or her survivability. This would dictate what relic sets you'll use on her. She'll still be able to buff your team in either build.

For Sub-DPS Build (Recommended!)

Cavern Relic Sets (Choose either one 4pc or 2pc+2pc)

Wastelander of Banditry Desert

Musketeer of Wild Wheat

Messenger Traversing Hackerspace

Planar Ornament Sets (Choose 1 set)

Inert Salsotto

Space Sealing Station

** DMG% difference of each relic pairs could be found at bottom of this post.

Main Stats → Head = HP (constant) → Hand = ATK (constant) → Body = Crit Rate/DMG → Feet = SPD → Sphere = Imaginary DMG% → Rope = Energy Regeneration Rate (ERR)

Sub Stats → SPD → Crit Rate/DMG (dmg build)

For Tanky Buffer Build

[Relic Set 1 = to keep her squishy HP safe] → 4pc Guard of Wuthering Snow → 2pc Fleet of the Ageless

[Relic Set 2 = more basic ATK DMG, gets SPD to self] → 4pc Musketeer of Wild Wheat → 2pc Fleet of the Ageless

Main Stats → Head = HP (constant) → Hand = ATK (constant) → Body = HP% → Feet = SPD → Sphere = HP% → Rope = Energy Regeneration Rate (ERR)

Sub Stats → SPD → HP% (tank build)

Things to Consider

➤ If E0 to E1, rotation would be: → using S2 Memories LC + ERR rope, use 2 skill + 1 basic (SP-negative) → using any harmony LC + ERR rope, use 3 skill (SP-negative) → using any harmony LC + ERR rope, use 2 skill + 2 basic (SP-neutral)

➤ If E2+, rotation would be: → using S2 Memories LC + ATK% rope, use 3 skill (SP-negative) → using any harmony LC + ERR rope, use 2 skill + 1 basic (SP-negative)

** The highlighted ones are the recommended rotations for Yukong.

➤ If using Sub-DPS build, get at least 50 crit rate & 100 crit dmg on her.

➤ Optional: Build her with 120+ SPD to get the atk buff from Fleet of the Ageless set effect.

Things to Remember

➤ She needs speed-tuning in her build. This means her SPD should consider the next two allies who'll come next after her in the action order.

** Image from MrPokke's HSR CN Analysis Sheet. Link below this post.

➤ Her buffs work on the allies after her turn in the turn order. This means that her buffs won't lock into a specific ally, unlike what Tingyun buffs would normally do.

➤ The game considers that her buffs in skill/ultimate isn't buffing an ally, she is buffing herself instead. This means she won't proc Bronya's Sig LC effect of recovering 1 SP nor Danheng's Talent.

➤ Roaring Bowstring is not consumed by follow-up attacks, Ultimates and Seele's resurgence. Only consumed with basic attacks and skills.

➤ Use her basic attacks in between skills. This will make her return the SP she used.

➤ If using Sub-DPS build, most of her dmg comes from her ultimate.

➤ If using Fleet of Ageless on her, get at least 121 speed on her.

Speed Values (from OkCode)

** Assuming your DPS has 134 SPD, your Yukong SPD should be:

if DPS is erudition/destruction/nihility unit: 135+ SPD

if DPS is any other hunt unit: 155+ SPD

if DPS is Seele: 161 SPD to outspeed her specifically

** Adjust accordingly your Yukong's SPD depending on the SPD of your DPS.

Lightcones

* Lightcone list is from Prydwen Yukong Guide. Link below in the post. (They did the calcs, so now we have the weapon rankings.)

Sub-DPS Build

Memories of Past 4☆ [S1]

Meshing Cogs 3☆ [S5]

Buffer Support Build

Past and Future 4☆ [S5]

But the Battle Isn't Over 5☆ [S1]

Carve the Moon, Weave the Clouds 4☆ [S1]

Dance! Dance! Dance! 4☆ [S1]

Planetary Rendezvous 4☆ [S1] (for mono imaginary teams)

Additional Block of Text Below

(Tbh, I just copy-pasted this from the Asta build TLDR I posted before this one. Lmao. Most harmony units practically have similar builds.)

4pc Messenger Traversing Hackerspace is the most recommended set for buffers and debuffers where their ultimate is directed at their allies. Unfortunately, Yukong isn't one of them, since her Ultimate is directed at the enemies instead of her allies, which you can see in this GIF below. But, you could still use the 2pc set if you are in need of +6 SPD on her.

4pc Musketeer of Wild Wheat is still the recommended set for Yukong despite the release of the Messenger Traversing Hackerspace set in patch 1.2.

4pc Guard of Wuthering Snow is another niche build to use on your harmony units. This is to ensure that they'll be able to lessen the DMG from enemy hits, especially, for some reason, enemies like to hit the harmony units more than the preservation units themselves. I'm looking at you, Tingyun. Also, what's with the foxian beauties that keeps on aggroing the enemies to hit them instead?

In this build TLDR, I recommend 2pc Fleet of Ageless set more than 2pc Sprightly Vonwacq. This is to give more buffing utility on the unit, than just to ensure the ult uptime of the said unit. The rotations listed above are fit to Fleet set more.

** Broken Keel & Fleet of Ageless for support usage is explained here.

— DMG Calculation Difference —

Since she has the potential to be sub-DPS due to having high multipliers in her ultimate, I created a mini dmg calc below just to know how much dmg% difference using the sub-DPS build would differ with the tank support build. Do note that the numbers I've gotten are just theoretical values since I didn't test it in the game.

Tldr: There's ~40% dmg difference between the highest dmg sub-DPS build and the lowest dmg tank support build.

Sources

OkCode Yukong Guide & Showcase

Yukong Artwork

Edisonsmathsclub's Energy Requirements Sheet

MrPokke's HSR CN Analysis Sheet

Prydwen.gg Yukong Guide

Damage Calculation from Wiki Fandom

Damage Calculation from Prydwen.gg

Relic Sets

Relic Stats

Updated on Patch 1.2

➥ Back to my HSR masterlist.

Update Log

07/25/2023 - Uploaded this post

07/26/2023 - Rephrased some tips and scaled down an image

07/28/2023 - Added the forgotten tip for Fleet of Ageless set

08/26/2023 - Added Messenger Traversing Hackerspace, Fleet of Ageless, and Broken Keel in the calcs

[diagonal-queen]

im basically back so i'm doing this even though nobody will read it lol (i dont even blame you because look at all that TEXT)

Do you have a good relationship with your parents? not really i guess? it's complicated so imma just say nah

Who did you last say “I love you” to? i think to my dog lol

Do you regret anything? i regret writing rpf as a kid 💀 i also regret smacking my little brother's butt to discipline him as a kid. it goes against my stance of 'don't hit children' that i have today and i do feel real bad about it, i just emulated the parenting techniques i knew at that age.

Are you insecure? HELLA lmao

What is your relationship status? single as FUCK boiiiiiiiiiii

How do you want to die? peacefully and in my sleep with my puppies laying next to me

What did you last eat? right now i'm eating crackers

Played any sports? used to be a bit of a discus prodigy as a kid, and was also not a half-bad sprinter. i danced from 2-12 as well and also enjoyed chess. nowadays i don't play any sports

Do you bite your nails? i do on occasion but i try not to

When was your last physical fight? i've never been in one. maybe with my sister when we were kids? idk

Do you like someone? kind of? if that makes sense

Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? no. but i've tried for sure lol

Do you hate anyone at the moment? yeah, but by now it's a dormant hate that just lingers

Do you miss someone? is it possible to miss someone you haven't met irl before?

Have any pets? two doggos!

How exactly are you feeling at the moment? neutral, but like a 6/10

Ever made out in the bathroom? i mean a lot of people pee in the woods right so technically yeah

Are you scared of spiders? i'm desensitised mostly, like if i see one i won't kill it (unless i KNOW it's dangerous). if the spider is on me it's a different story

Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? i literally always think about this lol. there's so much i wish i could change but at the same time, even though i don't like myself, i don't think i deserve to be put through all that again

Where was the last place you snogged someone? the gay bar

What are your plans for this weekend? moving lol

Do you want to have kids? How many? i would usually say 'i'm 20 i'm too young to consider it yet' but one of my classmates from highschool has a baby already so i don't know man T-T

Do you have piercings? How many? just on my ears

What is/are/were your best subject(s)? english and legal studies in highschool, and psychology now.

Do you miss anyone from your past? i reminisce but don't miss

What are you craving right now? a warm brownie would be great

Have you ever broken someone’s heart? HE said i did, i don't believe him, but even if i did he deserved it (trust me on this one. he deserved it.)

Have you ever been cheated on? not that i'm aware of, but i wouldn't be surprised if i was

Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? not that i'm aware of. i hope not??

What’s irritating you right now? the heat. i'm not having a hot girl summer at all T-T

Does somebody love you? i hope so

What is your favourite color? i like baby and dusty pink. and lilac

Do you have trust issues? i'm pretty sure

Who/what was your last dream about? last night i dreamt that i was in a relationship with pt4 jotaro. he was quiet, gentle and loving. this is weird because i am female

Who was the last person you cried in front of? i think my mother? if not then probably my bestie

Do you give out second chances too easily? yes, sadly

Is it easier to forgive or forget? it's hard for me to forgive someone if they don't at least apologise. so i guess forget

Is this year the best year of your life? it's february, but like hopefully yeah!

How old were you when you had your first kiss? sweet 16

Have you ever walked outside completely naked? no T-T

Favourite food? fried chicken, one specific chocolate cake, yellow nectarines and sushi

Do you believe everything happens for a reason? not in the way others do

What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? watched scott cramer

Is cheating ever okay? usually i'd say no. but there are rare instances where i reckon it's not necessarily a bad thing (as bad as that might sound)

Are you mean? i don't think so

How many people have you fist fought? none?? T-T

Do you believe in true love? yes

Favourite weather? dark and overcast (not raining), cool but not cold

Do you like the snow? i've only been in snow once and it was a good time. but i got ice in my eye during a snowball fight and it scarred me a little bit

Do you wanna get married? for sure i do! i know most people think of marriage culture as outdated and heteronormative (which i fully understand) but i do want to be a bride one day. i'd love that

Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? hm...when a girl does it i don't mind but when a boy does it it feels a little icky IM SORRY </3

What makes you happy? clowns, stuffed toys, colourful soap, poofy sleeves, tbh i'm really a six year old at heart and a lot of things make me happy

Would you change your name? okay so i wouldn't legally change my first name (i don't often like when people besides my family use it, but it's rare and pretty so i wanna keep it), but i would like to make Dia my legal alias that would be so sick. i would for sure change my last name though that shit boring asf

Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? no. i'd kiss her again she was nice

Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? i'd marry and adopt kittens with you @jesterph0bic

Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? refer to question 55

Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? my brother (hbd btw)

Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? my sister

Do you believe in soulmates? yes but not in the traditional way

Is there anyone you would die for? yes

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[imjunebitch]

ok dance go

i know that there are active n passive channelers, and also priestesses like Sunny, are there any other kinds of Channelers, or like, channeler roles?

okay awesome question! some mild spoilers it but honestly you probably wanna read this for clarity. im comfortable saying all this bc chapter three is going to shed a lot more light on how the magic system works! but not by clearly stating things lol so if you want that this is here for you!

active and passive are the two ways of dividing channelers! all channelers are either active or passive. if you are active, you can actively channel magic through other things. like casting spells. you can do this by making wards or constructs primarily. being a passive Channeler is more like being a superhuman. energy is Channeled through you, so you get Imani, who is inhumanly competent with a sword, magically competent even. or Eddie, who is super strong.

priests/priestesses are just Channelers in a symbiotic relationship with an Elder God, whether they're passive or active. a passive Channeler who is also a priestess or priest would be able to pray for even greater competence or power. Imani with the help of an Elder God might be able to do genuinely insane things with a sword like throw it and have it boomerang back, or make it completely impossible for her to miss a strike in a fight. like, slicing bullets in half with a sword. meanwhile, active channelers with an Elder God helping can cast far more complex ward or make independently sentient construct without, you know, having to work impossibly hard to do it. essentially priests use Elder Gods as batteries, and in return they worship them. it means keeping an ongoing relationship with them, and often being derided by other Channelers for taking an "easy way out."

there are a few groups that have come out of the passive channelers that are separate from others. the main group we know about right now are combat wizards, that specialize in different kinds of combat. sword wizards like Imani, brawl wizards like Eddie probably is, gun wizards, etc. most passive channelers are like that.

sorcerers! most active Channelers are this! they can cast wards and make Constructs, without really specializing in either. summoners specialize in constructs, and pardoners specialize in wards. but most active Channelers are at least capable of doing both, even if they specialize in some way.

there are other classes like that, and even more ways to Channel. (prophets, modifiers, relics, other neat stuff) but since none of that is in text yet, i won't cover it! you'll just have to,,, keep reading,,,, suspense,,, O_O

thanks for the ask :3 it makes me feel happiness