#because i am also trying to collect every item clothing

[the-acid-pear]

Damon has died. Badly.

[sunsetkerr]

10 THINGS Y/N L/N CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT | s.kerr

summary: british gq releases a video of you and the ten things you can't live without. [1k words]

pairing: singer!reader x sam kerr

notes: another singer!reader!!!!!

[STUDIO; BLUE BACKGROUND, Y/N SITTING AT A WHITE TABLE. TEN ITEMS SAT IN FRONT OF HER]

Y/N L/N: Hi GQ, I'm Y/N L/N and these are ten things that I can't live without.

[SHOTS OF VARIOUS ITEMS FLASH ONTO THE SCREEN; A LIP BALM, A PHONE, A VAN CLEEF CLOVER BRACELET, A VOCAL CORD STEAMER]

[CLIP OF AN IPHONE 13]

'1) PHONE'

Y/N L/N: So this is my phone, I don't go anywhere without it. I figured we could get the boring stuff out of the way first (LAUGHS). I know everyone comes and watches these and watches people pull their phones out and collectively groans. (WHISPERS) I'm sorry.

[Y/N CLICKS ON THE HOME SCREEN. A PICTURE OF SAM ON THE BEACH POPS UP WITH THE TIME OVERLAPPING IT]

Y/N L/N: Nothing special really until you see the home screen. It's a picture of Sam from the very first time we went to Fremantle together to meet her family. I had never been to Fremantle before, so it was very cool and I met all of her family, it was one of my favourite trips we had ever been on together. Very special.

[CLIP OF A MACBOOK AIR, THERE IS A NUMBER 20 STICKER SITTING IN THE BOTTOM CORNER]

'2) LAPTOP'

Y/N L/N: I don't ever go anywhere without my laptop. I like having it on me, I'm not sure why. I don't go on holidays without it, or stay at a friends place without it. I never know when I'll need it. She always comes in handy, and because it's a MacBook I can text and FaceTime on it if my phone dies.

[CLIP OF A VAN CLEEF BRACELET SAT ON Y/N'S WRIST]

'3) BRACELET'

Y/N L/N: Okay, so this bracelet is very special to me. Sam gave it to me on our first anniversary. It's a Van Cleef Alhambra bracelet and we both have one which I think is sweet. So if I'm not with Sam, I like to have it on so I can think of her... (PAUSES) That was a little lame, wasn't it?

[CLIP OF A GOLDEN RING, A CLOVER SHAPE]

'4) RING'

Y/N L/N: I feel like I'm just talking about Sam, and maybe I am, but I don't care. Anyway, this is my ring that Sam also got for me, it's also from Van Cleef.

[CLOSE UP OF THE RING; GOLD DETAILING IN THEN CENTRE OF THE CLOVER]

Y/N L/N: It matches my bracelet which is nice. I try to wear it on every red carpet or event that I go to, because usually I'm wearing clothes and jewellery that don't belong to me, so having this makes me feel like I've got a little piece of me on the night.

[CLIP OF A GREEN VOCAL STEAMER]

'5) STEAM INHALER'

Y/N L/N: Okay, so this is my steamer and I don't ever go anywhere without it if I'm working. This thing keeps me sane and sounding somewhat decent if I'm not feeling well. Lots of my friends in theatre had these growing up and I was always so jealous and wanted one, so I finally bought myself one online and I will never go back. After a show, I will shower and go back to the bus or the hotel and just sit with this for an hour.

[CLIP OF A PINK 'GO-TO' LIP BALM]

'6) LIPS!'

Y/N L/N: Caitlin Foord got me onto this skincare brand back home in Australia called 'go-to' and I am literally never ever going to put anything else on my face ever again.

[Y/N KISSES THE SIDE OF THE LIP BALM]

Y/N L/N: This is their 'lips!' lip balm and I take it everywhere with me. I hate having dry lips, or when I'm trying to sing and they crack at the sides. That *BEEP* kills me. (Y/N GASPS AND LOOKS INTO THE CAMERA WITH WIDE EYES) I am so so sorry.

[CLIP OF A WORN NOTEBOOK WITH SOME STICKERS ON THE FRONT THAT ARE BEGINNING TO CREASE]

'7) NOTEBOOK'

Y/N L/N: If you didn't know, I write songs..

[CAMERA ANGLE CUTS TO B-ROLL CAMERA, Y/N LOOKING DOWN THE LENSE]

Y/N L/N: (WHISPERS) Good ones

[CUTS BACK TO MAIN CAMERA]

Y/N L/N: And this is where I write them if I don't, for some reason, have my laptop with me. I don't love writing them down because I change my lyrics so much over time and I waste so much paper and room writing in an actual book, but I live with it.

[CLIP OF A GREEN AND YELLOW BEADED BRACELET WITH THE WORDS 'KERR 20' THREADED INTO IT]

'8) FRIENDSHIP BRACELET'

Y/N L/N: I go to lots of football games. I try to go to most of Sam's games if I can and I always wear this.

[Y/N TURNS THE BRACELET AROUND TO SHOW THE NAME ON THE BRACELET, THERE IS A SMALL WHITE BEAD WITH A RED HEART IN THE MIDDLE SEPARATING KERR AND 20]

Y/N L/N: Taylor Swift's Eras Tour has started a very big thing for friendship bracelets, which I'm loving. So when Sam was playing in the World Cup, a girl tapped me on the shoulder and gave me this which was really sweet. I didn't have a bracelet to trade with her, but I have made one and I'm taking it with me to the Olympic Qualifiers in October in hopes that I'll see her again and I can give it back to her. So if you see this, I have a bracelet for you!

[CLIP OF A MICROPHONE, A PALE BLUE BODY AND WITH A MATCHING RING AROUND THE TOP]

'9) MICROPHONE'

Y/N L/N: This is my mic, I have played every show for the last three years with this exact mic. I don't like not playing without it now, it's become almost a superstition. (CHUCKLES)

[PICTURE OF Y/N AND TAYLOR SWIFT SINGING TOGETHER ON STAGE POPS UP, Y/N IS USING HER BLUE MICROPHONE]

Y/N L/N: Sam took this picture of me and Taylor during sound check (Y/N HOLDS UP A PRINT OUT OF THE PICTURE). I love this picture a lot, we didn't have any fancy outfits or choreography, it was just us having fun before a show. Very special.

[BACKGROUND MUSIC STOPS; CLIP OF SAM WALKING ONTO SET AND SITTING ON Y/N'S LAP]

'10) GIRLFRIEND'

Y/N L/N: Self-explanatory

SAM KERR: I'm honoured (SAM LOOKS DOWN AT Y/N AND KISSES HER CHEEK A FEW TIMES)

Y/N L/N: (LAUGHS)

[BLACK SCREEN; GQ LOGO]

[theeeveetamer]

Fields of Mistria initial thoughts

As you may or may not know I am a total sucker for farming simulator games. I don't usually go for Early Access games, but Fields of Mistria seemed extremely promising even though it's just launched into Early Access. So I want to talk about a few of the things I really like about it (and maybe a few that I don't). I will probably be drawing comparisons to Stardew Valley since it's the current preeminent Farming Sim of our time (but I'm not dissing it I love Stardew Valley as well. I think Fields of Mistria does a good job of taking what worked about Stardew and tweaking some things to improve even further)

But the tl;dr if you want it: I think this game is worth the money even in its current state

Trying to keep things as spoiler-free as possible, not that it's hard since the story isn't really too far yet in early access

Things that I like:

1 There is a wide range of cosmetics! Also, you don't have to store them anywhere. You "unlock" them, and then you can change your clothes, hair, skin tone, etc. at any time from the character customization menu. I'd have to check because I don't have the game right in front of me atm, but I think you can even change your name and the name of your farm at any time as well?

2) You don't actually need to have materials on hand to construct farm buildings, nor do you need to pre-clear the space! You buy the blueprint from the carpenter shop, which goes to your inventory. You take it back to your farm yourself and lay it down. Once you lay it down it spawns a drop box for materials, and you can put the materials in at your own pace. This makes it super easy to just drop a couple of wood in at the end of every day until it's done. This is a godsend for me especially, since I never remember to bring all the materials with me when I want to build things in Stardew

3) Speaking of convenience: you don't need to have any materials on hand when you're crafting! This is a godsend because when you initially start the game, all the crafting stations are in town and you have like no bag space. It'll just automatically withdraw things from your chest

The downside is, if you were trying to save stuff you have to be careful (the game will indicate when it starts drawing from your chests to craft the next item though, which is nice!)

4) Also speaking of convenience: shops are open and unlocked 24/7, and you don't have to have someone working there to buy things! This means if you realize you forgot to re-plant your crops at 10 pm you can still pop up to the general store to buy more seeds before the day is done

5) The romance events are all interesting and done well so far! I've only seen a couple though. It also appears that triggering them is based on completing a request on the community board, so you can't miss them like you might in Stardew

The downside is that there's so many community board quests that it's easy for these to get buried. I'm sure I've picked up half a dozen that I just haven't done yet because I haven't gotten around to knocking out some of these requests

6) I like that progressing in the mines requires you to collect items from the previous set of floors in the mines. It's good incentive to go back and collect more resources while still feeling like you're advancing

7) Dropping stuff on the ground and leaving it there won't de-spawn it. That means you can go around and "collect" resources, leave them there, and then circle back in a few hours or even a few days!

8) There's at least one older bachelor and bachelorette option! For the guys you have fellow farmer Hayden (who has a bit of a dad bod build) and the town's doctor Valen (she's a bit more masc looking). I'll take it

9) You can bang a dragon. They haven't completed the story enough to get events with him yet in Early Access, but he's a dragon. nuff said

10) You don't have to upgrade your tools in sequence, and equipment is separate from your cosmetics. This means you can skip straight from the worn pickaxe to the silver one!

Things I don't like (honestly most of these are minor nitpicks that can/might be improved upon):

1 I do wish there was some more body diversity, especially among the women. With the exception of Hayden pretty much all the romance options are pretty/handsome and slender (with pretty decently sized chests in the case of the women and pretty decently sized muscles in the case of the men)

I know they can design different body types because one of the Saturday Market vendors is a bit bigger (but she's not a romance option obviously), so why not?

2) Pretty much every item sells for less than it would if you were to craft it into something else. E.g. Iron ore sells for less than iron bars, and iron bars sell for less than an iron pickaxe

This is kind of half positive, half negative. It's good incentive to craft stuff! On the other hand, I'm a massive video-game hoarder so if I know I might be able to craft something that's worth more down the line I'll just save the item. This has turned my organization into a nightmare, and because I sell almost nothing money is much harder to come by

3) Backpack and storage management is. Woof. You start out with only ten item slots, and if you're like me and you carry all your tools all the time then that's going to fill up fast. At the start you'll only have ~2 slots to actually carry things other than tools. I think it only goes up in increments of 10 too, so even with the third bag upgrade you have about 30 slots (for reference, Stardew starts you with 12 and goes up in increments of 12 before capping out at 36)

I don't think this would be a problem if they just gave you a separate "tool bag" inventory where you could keep all your tools all the time, that didn't also take up bag space. Tools taking up bag space is honestly one of those "we should be over this by now" things in farming sims, IMO

4) Speaking of the bag... this is probably only a consideration if you play on controller, but the controls for swapping between items could use some work

If you've played Stardew with a controller then you know how it works. The left and right bumpers will swap between bag "tabs" and the triggers will move you between items in the currently selected tab. I haven't played around with trying to remap it, but by default Mistria doesn't do this.

Instead one of the triggers is to use a magic spell, the other is to throw items, and the bumpers are to swap between items in your bag. This means if you're on tab "A" and you need an item in tab "C" you need to manually press the bumper 10+ times until it scrolls aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way around to tab "C"

I think if you play with keyboard and mouse then you can just tap the different tabs so it's less of a problem

5) Minor nitpick, but when I play with a controller it doesn't get rid of the cursor. The cursor is pretty big and chunky so this is pretty distracting (I play on a dual monitor setup so I just move the mouse to the other monitor while I play, but it'd be nice if the cursor stayed gone while I played

6) So far the magic is a bit underutilized. I think I've only used the restore spell a handful of times when I was deep in the mines or fishing (fishing takes SO much energy). You have VERY limited magical stamina so you're probably not going to be using spells too much

I'll try to add to this if I think of more, but this is the stuff that's sticking out to me right now!

[radkindoffeminist]

Every now and then, I feel like a bad environmentalist. I’ve never considered myself an avid environmentalist, but sustainability is something I’ve considered more over the past 2-3 years and I have been trying to ensure that I am more considerate with my purchases, only buying something to replace items which have run out/can no longer be used or items which I am going to use. I look after what I have and sew up clothes until I basically can’t get a single wear without it falling apart. But I’m not a perfect person. I probably have more clothes than I realistically need/items I should probably get rid of, I do still buy most of my clothes from Shien so I do end up sewing up some pieces quite a lot (though others have been really good!), I have duplicates of some items which I probably didn’t need duplicates of, I have a couple of items I just collect for fun and have no ‘practical’ use in my life, and I still go on holidays which people would consider to be unsustainable/damaging (a few flights, one cruise, etc).

But then I go on TikTok and I see people clearing out the stuff from periods in their life when they over consumed.

I saw one woman who cleared out her purses of which she had like two dozen and decided that 6 was enough. I think I’ve had 3 in the past decade? I replaced one because I thought that I lost it, had another one I think all through university, and then my current one I replaced when I started my new job because that old purchase was falling apart.

I saw the same women and another clearing out their collections of hand sanitiser key rings/holders. One had maybe 30; one over a hundred with lots of duplicate. One cleared out to 8; one to around 60 if not more. I think I had two at my peak - one for my uni/laptop bag; one for my backpack which I mainly used for going to the shops.

I saw another clear out their makeup bags. Must have been like 50 and she kept half of them, justifying that some are pretty and some do get use when she travels. I think I have like 4 and all of them were gifted to me.

I see people with shelves full of bags like loungflies or other name brands. One woman was showing off the collection of about a dozen bags she had just for the Halloween season! Meanwhile, I felt bad buying a tote bag from one of my favourite theatre shows (which I now use whenever I go to the theatre) because I have other tote bags (all given to me, mostly from uni taster days and have started to clear out a little) and felt weird having to get a new laptop bag because my work laptop didn’t fit into my work bag or uni laptop bag.

I’ve been trying to look after my curly hair properly and gotten a little into perfume too. I watch all of these content creators have a dozen types of shampoos, conditioners, curl creams, gels, and foams. Meanwhile, I am just trying to use what I currently have, only order to replace what I have, and felt a little odd having two different gels which I alternate between now and then.

I’ve also been getting more into perfume/smelling nice. I saw multiple TikTokers with walls full of full-sized perfume bottles, with one saying that their collection was like 1000 bottles. Meanwhile, I’m wondering if I’d be consuming too much if I have one perfume which is work-place safe and one or two perfumes which I use at weekends/going out because I like them.

I could go on and on about the masses of collections that people have vs how I’ve felt to have more than one of the items. As I said, I do have a couple of collections where I admit that I consumed more than average, though one is DVDs which I’ve purchased almost exclusively second hand. I am not a perfect person and I do often feel bad for not being the perfect environmentalist. But it is so difficult to actively try to be better (not just continue at my normal consumption which is typically replace when required anyway) when you’ve got one side pushing you to try to be perfect and constantly telling you to be better, if not just attacking you for failing and then on the other side having people consuming more than you possibly can within a lifetime as a collection so it’s difficult to see how your extra item here or small collection there is a problem compared to that level of hyper consumerism.

[ask-codeearasure]

The Outer Realms -- Chapter 22

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Chapter Twenty-Two:

Honesty Part 1

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“Honesty is the first chapter of the book wisdom.”

― Thomas Jefferson

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“Come on! Tell me! How do you do it?!” Leo begged, staring at Edelweiss who was sitting across from him. His curiosity was buzzing. This guy’s AU must be crazy compared to all the ones his brother visited.

Leo, Ink and Aster were all curious about how he had such strange spells, from cryokinesis to even the ability to appear human without it being a full on illusion. Though Ink had run off to change his clothes due to being covered head to toe in snow a moment ago, the guy was curious about the human transformation.

“I am also curious. Only Boss Monsters have such power on a daily basis, and the ability to transform into such a convincing human form is fascinating.” said Aster, who sat next to his son.

Edelweiss froze up and searched every word in his mind to try to figure out how to explain the way his powers worked and how he had such powerful magic. Finding the best route to go he took a deep breath and did his best to explain.

“For my Ice Magic, it’s a bit… hard to explain.” he began to use the magic to make a large snowflake made of ice, so he could fiddle with it, usually he’d take apart a gun but he didn’t want to seem threatening, “I’ve alwayz had it. At first I wasn’t all zat good at utilizing it but eventually something happened to… force me to train endlessly to improve my skills so I could join za military. I realized zat, to control the weather, the atmosphere itself, itz all about how zou think about it. Condensation, and controlling it through temperature. Once zou get that, itz as easy az breathing.”

He messed with the edge of the snowflake.

“As for za human form… I got zat for taking za soul of a human. Since it waz za same type of soul az one we already had, it waz given to me. I waz supposed to use it to go to za surface to collect za last few souls we needed, but everyone in za military protested because I waz too young, according to them.”

“Too young?” Leo asked, confused, “How old were you when you got it?”

“Ten.” Edelweiss answered. He didn't even need to think about the answer.

“Ten? And you were in the military?!” Aster exclaimed, “Who let you into the military?! Why?! Where were your parents?” shock and horror laced the hybrid’s voice like a thick syrup.

Edelweiss would’ve rolled his eyelights at the questions. “Yes. King Asgore. Because I needed to take care of my brother. And dead.”

Aster was taken aback by how casually and automatically Edelweiss answered the questions. The soldier likely had heard the questions many times in his life. But it was still shocking. How many AU’s did not have an orphanage? What about relatives? Why would the king of his AU let him in?

As they spoke, Ink had gotten the backpack Edelweiss had brought him and took it with him to the guest bedroom that he had woken up in, minding Error’s napping. They were rummaging through it, looking to find anything that could reawaken their missing memories. He found strange weapons and chains that he had no recollection of, and the empty paint vials that felt alien to him. Sure, they held the paints that helped him, but they didn't feel right. Like they didn't belong to him. He didn’t recall carrying jars with him instead of his usual sash of vials. Even the bag itself didn't feel like it belonged to him. He had no recollection of having it.

Upon taking those items out of the bag, he found a notebook that had several journal entries in it.

Was it his diary? Since when did he keep one? Did his scarf finally run out of space?

He opened up to a random page and began reading.

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Entry 5:

The doctors insisted that I need to feel emotions in order to function properly. That they're “important”. That they have a use for self-preservation and having connections with those around me. I don't understand it.

The other patient, Digital Klezmer, also insists that emotions are a necessity. That they are what make the worlds themselves interesting. Diverse.

That being emotionless is like a deck of cards that are all blank.

Nothing they say is really making sense.

It is all illogical.

The asylum itself is evidence of how emotions are useless and do nothing but harm. Perhaps emotions are a mental illness itself.

People are broken, unable to escape their own broken mental states because of their emotions. When I brought this idea up to Digital, he told me that if I kept up this line of thinking I will “lose everything to the house”. When I asked what he meant by that, he said it was Gambling Terminology, essentially meaning that I will lose everything I have and walk away with nothing.

I still don't get it.

What do I have to gain from emotions? What do I lose to not having them?

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Was this even his? He knew exactly what he'd lose by not having emotions. He'd lose his life, his freedom, all his awareness. All feeling in every way, shape, and form. And even then, he had fun, he had connections, he had memories!

He flipped a few pages.

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Entry 15:

Digital Klezmer is the strangest person here. I do not understand him. He always goes and plays the piano in the common room in A-Wing. He will even take the kids of this AU to show them how to play despite his irrational fear of physical contact.

He even taught them several simple melodies.

What did he gain from doing such a thing?

When I asked, he said “Nothing, I just felt like it.”

Though it was hard to understand him. That scarf of his kept getting in the way. Why does he even have it around?

He said it belonged to his brother. Claimed it meant a lot to him.

It's just a scarf.

His AU is gone. It served its purpose. Why keep the scarf around?

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Ink frowned and flipped several pages this time only to find something that they couldn't even describe.

The closest thing he could compare it to, was criminal evidence.

The pages were a mess and hard to understand, scribbles and smudges stacked on top of each other with scrawling and chicken scratches for handwriting. The most he could make out were the words ruined, lost, and done.

Ink didn’t know what they could do with any of this, but he now understood for certain this couldn’t possibly be his. Even the writing itself looked flat under normal circumstances, and they could recall they regularly wrote in cursive, for the sake of comparison. But if this was not him, whose diary was this? 

The artist stopped pacing around the room and sat down against the bed’s side, turning to the back of the notebook for empty pages. He fished through the bag for a pen, pencil crayon, something, and got a broken colored pencil, then just to prove to himself that his handwriting was just as good as he remembered, scribbled random words on the empty page.

Okay. Cool. Definitely different.

Ink sucked in a breath and let his head fall back onto the corner of the mattress behind him, letting Error’s snores fill the atmosphere for a second before he started investigating again. Absentmindedly, he reached for the tail ends of his scarf, but their hands closed on nothing. Ugh, they forgot. Without his scarf, Ink felt a little naked.

They sighed and closed the notebook. Maybe they’d ask Error what was up whenever he decided to rejoin the land of the living, but he was… really irritated before Aster took them out of the room an hour ago. 

But seriously, what the fuck was wrong with whoever owns this notebook? Ink didn’t want to profile them, but it was clear the two of them shared some similarity… in the… no-natural-supply-of-emotions part.

Ink ran his fingers up and down the fabric making the brown sweatpants he pulled on a few minutes ago ground him, letting them wander over the teal star patches sewn into it. They couldn’t figure out why reading through all that made them so disturbed, not when a big part of their work as the Guardian of AUs demanded he reads the scripts of every disturbing AU alongside every other story in the multiverse, and they definitely could get worse than Underfell. He felt sorry for whoever couldn’t stomach the simplicity of Underfell’s premise.

Though, that would mean he felt sorry for Dream, which didn’t have the most respectful connotation… oh my god. Dream.

He sat up immediately and went back into the closet across from the bed, fishing out a brown shirt, teal tank top to put over it, and grabbed one of Leo’s old hoodies, previously a bright blue, but turned a worn gray-blue shade with its age. He needed some layers. He just needed them.

Did they find Dream yet, cause he had a sinking feeling where his soul should have been that screamed NO. 

Their body worked on autopilot, swiping a roll of dark gray sports tape and a silver necklace to add more than just brown and teal to their hopefully temporary look. 

Distantly, they heard the front door open and close, catching the vocals of Aster and Leo welcoming in two other sources of voices which they recognized, but was again struggling with names. Aster is married, right…? That would mean he has another parent, and he was blanking on who that could be.

Ink wrapped the sports tape around his feet and ulna and radius, then twisted the necklace around his right arm. If it didn’t look as good as he visualized, they could always change it. The only thing missing still was his scarf and vials.

Okay, they were definitely missing more than that, but they couldn’t think of anything else they wanted right this minute for another layer of self-stability.

Ink sat down again with the bag and pulled out the last thing that stood out, which was another book, and opened it from the middle. The artist was greeted with solid and simplistic patterns, things one would find in birthday party banners from the dollar store, laminated construction paper that hung from the ceiling. It was that kind of deal. Ink flipped through the pages onwards, finding the same thing over and over and over, and the few differences between them that initially began in that middle segment were gradually taken out.

His brows furrowed, paired with another uneasy feeling he couldn’t recall the word to, and flipped back to the beginning, now greeted with more intricate designs and sketches, uses of the paper that had some life etched into it. There was some variety, drawings of people and places, sometimes things one would find specifically in a doctor’s setting, but the one theme common in most of them was this one specific person. 

A skeleton wearing glasses, wearing a particularly fluffy jacket and a worn scarf, as they were shown almost every time they were drawn. Sometimes they discarded the jacket and stuck with a normal sweater, sometimes their face wasn’t even shown as they were drawn from a different angle, but the owner of this book had drawn them so frequently Ink could tell it was the same person over and over again regardless, but the one thing that stuck out to him the most was the presence of tear-tracks stretching down their cheeks from the bottom of their eyesockets.

It was no surprise there were other errors, even glitches that closely resembled them, throughout the multiverse, but none of them looked almost completely like Error.

The artist twisted from where they sat to look at their slumbering friend, then held up the sketchbook, turned to a page with the odd character, for the sake of comparison. 

Error’s lookalike looked tired, more tired than Error himself did every other day, but this contender really took the cake. And in some sketches, the smile they presented made all of it look like there was no weight to it, no bite.

But Ink still couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong here, and it was beginning to irritate him beyond all else. He knew he knew this person too, and it wasn’t just their physical features shared with Error that ticked every box. He saw this person somewhere. He knew he did.

The sound of boots clacking against the floor down the hall snapped Ink out of their frustrations, and a particular pattern of soft knocking was audible from the guest room door.

“Ink, are you in there?”

Oh! That was one of the people that just got here! The artist sprang to his feet, the sketchbook an afterthought, and slowly turned the knob so the squeak wouldn’t disturb Error. Ink peeked out the door, his vision blurring with the minimal movement he had to offer, but could almost make out the person waiting for him. Now it finally clicked. This was Gaster.

Ink, by some miracle, managed to suppress the squeaky part of a squeal, pushing the door out of his way to hug Gaster’s legs as his other father laughed softly through his teeth, getting the hint he should be as quiet as possible as well, and backed away from the door as an extra measure as Ink proceeded to jump onto his shoulder, hugging Gaster’s entire face, their arms covering his eyes in an affectionate squeeze. Somehow, Gaster was able to maneuver the both of them out of the hallway despite his loss of sight and Ink’s refusal to budge, the artist’s ribcage rattling up a storm, making a fucked up purring noise. Gaster laughed, though it was muffled.

He reached up and patted Ink’s head and used the walls of the hallway to guide himself back to the dining room where Aster, Edelweiss, Balloon, and Leo were at. He knew he got to the dining room the moment he heard Aster gasp.

“Ink! Get off of your father! You could get both of you hurt like that!”

Ink whined as he felt Aster grab him by his sides to gently lift him off of Gaster’s face. Aster shook his head as he chuckled to himself.

Sons…

Gaster also seemed to take joy in the moment.

“Glad to see you easily remember dad than you do your own brother.” Leo teased.

Ink stuck his tongue out at Leo who rolled his eyelights.

“I see our guest is feeling a bit more comfortable,” Gaster looked over at Edelweiss who gave a nervous shrug.

“He will if you don’t tease the poor thing.” Aster whispered and used his tail to playfully pat Gaster’s shoulder.

“Thanks for helping Ink, by the way,” Gaster smiled, “He got us very worried there for a while.”

Edelweiss shrugged, “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.”

“Actually wait–” Ink said quickly, “if you can… I mean…do you know where Dream is? Also I’m missing my scarf and a few other things, do you know where they are?”

Aster put the artist down only for him to grab Edelweiss by the shoulders before the soldier could even answer the questions, “Please!”

Edelweiss rubbed the back of his skull and hummed, “I do know where Dream iz, but it will take a while to get zere. Az for zour belongings… I have an idea az to where they could be, but I doubt you’d want to get them on your own, but I might be able to figure out how to get them myself.”

Much to Edelweiss’ shock Ink grinned… then quickly looked away to vomit a pool of his namesake.

“Iz–” “It happens all the time, you’ll get used to it.” Ballon interjected. He didn’t even react when Ink manipulated the mess, shaping it into a carpet, then started changing the design over and over again.

Edelweiss looked at Balloon as if he said the sky was neon pink, and the resident Papyrus’s face brightened in response to his visible shock.

“I’m serious! One day with him will either make you or break you!”

“I think he gets the idea, Dodge Ball!” “Ink, my name is Balloon.” “Peu importe, Ballon.”

Balloon stood up from his seat in a playful threat and cracked his knuckles. “Don’t use your French against me, BROTHER! I WON’T UNDERSTAND YOU!!! I AM BEHIND ON MY FRENCH LESSONS!”

“C'est votre problème de compétence!”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, BUT I, THE HILARIOUS PAPYRUS, WILL ASSUME IT IS AN INSULT!!!”

The artist got the message and leaped out of the way of Balloon attempting to grab him. With a shit eating grin on his face, he hid behind Gaster’s legs like the vertically challenged gnome he is in spirit.

“Is everyone here insane or something?” Chara asked.

Edelweiss decided he didn’t want to die today, thus, he kept his mouth shut.

But as if this world hated him, Ink opened his big mouth. “What, you think you wouldn’t fit in or something, Chair-AH—” Leo swatted them with a rolled up napkin, having joined Balloon in messing with him.

Edelweiss grumbled under his breath, “Erschießen Sie mich.”

He was seriously going to have a long, long conversation with Klezmer about his choices in targets to attack. Along with maybe an extremely long month to a year in Asylumtale. Just… trying to figure out how to get this shitty human soul from pissing him off constantly. Perhaps even convincing Toriel to help him get the damn thing to go dormant so he could just live his life without having to put up with the damn demon every five fucking seconds.

“Verpiss dich.” Chara shot back at the soldier.

He heroically held back the urge to freeze his and Chara’s souls in dry ice.

Thankfully now, the world’s unrelenting supply of spite was put on pause. Ink squeezed himself in-between Aster’s wings and the back cushions of the couch, giggling like a maniac as Balloon quickly retreated and Leo attempted to climb right over their father to get to him, pillow in hand.

But have mercy on his impulsive ass, he got swallowed by their parents’ black and violet feathers, trapped for what could be a few minutes. Being trapped with Aster was no joke. The hybrid monster cleared his throat, keeping his grasp on Leo firm until he gave up the struggle and teleported to Edelweiss’s side, picking a couple feathers out of his eyesockets. “So uh. Know how to write with a quill?”

“I know four people who can, not counting myself.” Edelweiss shrugged, taking the biggest feather. He guessed he owed Izanagi an apology gift. Why were their Gasters like this?

In Leo’s absence, Aster had managed to snag Ink in his hold, but unlike his brother, the artist was content with his fate. Gaster sat next to them and crossed one leg over the other. 

“May I have your attention, Ink?” “Of course!” Ink sat up a little straighter, watching as Gaster took off his top hat and pulled out folded fabric. The ringmaster straightened it out, then turned it to a shade of brown and started adjusting the color to something more faded. Ink leaned in closer to watch Gaster work, always fascinated with his mode of creation, even for the little things. “I wanted to know if you remembered anything before you arrived here with Error.” “Ah…,” The artist’s face fell, “I’ve been asking myself the same question, but I don’t really recall anything… sorry.” “Mm.” Gaster nodded, “I figured as much, but didn’t want to question your companion. Aster already tried with little results.” “Eeegh… yeah, that’s Error for ya!” Ink replied. “Is there anything we can do for you? It’s no secret you have a limited supply of paints. I’ve already made a few trips to the Doodlesphere and back–”

Ink nodded along, his face twisting with dull emotion, but enough for it to be obvious he wasn’t exactly pleased. The artist sighed, and Aster patted their head. “The creators have been gone for a while… I thought maybe everyone was taking a break, but it got too long and– someone came in and destroyed as many AUs as they could reach. I don’t… Error and I have been doing what we can to keep the remaining ones safe. I even brought their papers with me just in case they went back for more, but… I don’t know what else to do. I thought you and dad would help.” Aster and Gaster exchanged an understanding glance. Gaster breathed in, but Aster cut him off.

“I don’t know what we can do for the other universes, but maybe we can help you with your paints? We already made a few attempts, but they didn’t do anything to wake you until Edelweiss came along.”

Ink frowned, deep in thought. “It doesn’t work that way, I don’t think… My paints are created through, well, creation, and seeing how there hasn’t been much for a while, I uh– eheheh… I’m not sure if you can make the paints by yourselves. That’s the only process to it as far as I remember. Wait–” He then sat up a bit to look at Edelweiss. Thinking about Aster’s words he asked, “You got me the paints right?”

Edelweiss nodded.

Ink then asked, “Where did you get them from?”

Edelweiss sighed, “His name iz Sketch, he’s a bit like zou in the vain zat zou both don’t have souls and rely on paints to feel anything. But unlike zou, he refuses to take them. And despite this he doesn’t stop functioning. He only really carried them around because he didn’t want anyone to try to trick him into taking them.”

Ink stared at the soldier. So that bag and those notebooks belonged to this Sketch-person. Wait a minute…

“Wait, can he communicate with the creators too???”

Edelweiss thought about it, “The last time I heard anything about him doing so, he could hear them but never really tried. Mainly observed from a distance. I don’t see why he couldn’t communicate with them. Though I think he can only really hear two of them?”

Only two…

Shit.

Gaster looked down at Ink, “I doubt that would be enough to help recover enough of his medication.”

“Surely your friend knows more creators…” Balloon mumbled.

Weiss cringed at the word ‘friend’, “I can’t even say he knowz those creators. Like I said, he only observes them. Maybe he and Ink can go around looking for some. But I cannot promise anything.”

“It’s better than nothing.” Leo shrugged.

It was a gamble, but Ink had to admit it was better than nothing. Before Ink could say anything he saw Error walking into the room, stretching all the tension he could out of his bones.

“Error!” Ink exclaimed, “Have a nice nap?”

Error nodded, “Mmmhm–” he froze and stared at the soldier. Eyeing the shorter skeleton suspiciously.

“Oh, that’s Edelweiss!” Ink said only for the glitch to suddenly attack the soldier with a flurry of scarlet bones. When the shock wore off, they found the chair was impaled beyond repair, but Weiss was gone.

Weiss was barely able to dodge the attack but was able to make a quick teleport to the other side of the room.

“ERROR, WHAT THE—”

“You IDIOT, that’s the guy who shot Dream!” Error growled, “That Klezmer guy was the one who told us that, remember!?”

Edelweiss didn’t deny it.

—---

Klezmer watched as the multiverse went dark. He hated it. Fact was he hated the darkness of what always appeared to be Death. It was just something that made him shudder. He found his target and yet had to contend with the fact that his target was likely going to kill him if he didn’t find Edelweiss should the worst come to fruition. That was his end of the deal.

If anything were to happen. If he were to find himself nearing Death’s door. If he were to be running out of mana. He needed to find Weiss and just be nothing more than a mouse leading the predator to a different target for his own survival.

It was the worst feeling in the world. But here he was, with the weapons that Edelweiss crafted for him.

Edelweiss had discovered that enough gravity magic could force the arrows to shatter. It was thought only Morabito himself could ever break the arrows and destroy them – powderize them. But no. Edelweiss, being the weapons master he was, found that enough Gravity Magic was the one other factor the arrows had no other choice to give into. It took a lot of mana, but he was able to craft the many weapons they all had been relying on to try to at least incapacitate the abomination that was Nightmare.

But this… this was practically his Magnum Opus. The epitaph to Nightmare… hopefully.

Ribbon-spears woven with Klezmer’s strings coated and woven with strings made of the Positivity Magic Morabito had to make the arrows. He had about twenty, considering that he often had Edelweiss’ help with weaving all of them when they were first developed. But this would allow him to be able to control the weapons without even thinking about it, as always.

He had them all pulled back the same way he had them in his fight against Ink. The rotating strings lending their momentum to the ribbon-spears, all the strings pulled taught just to lend to their soon launch to have a velocity and power that would rival any arrow’s pound-per-square-inch.

Here he stood on a gaster-blaster waiting for the abomination to show itself. He even had a ribbon spear, unfurled and wrapped around his neck like a scarf. He knew that if anything, this was going to be a fight to the death, whether he looked for Edelweiss or not. It wasn’t an exaggeration.

That creature was only against killing because it preferred torture. Calling it a monster was insulting. It was more than a monster, more than any demon Izanagi could ever summon. It was worse than that, and the issue was there weren’t enough words in the English language that could properly describe it.

And Klezmer was suicidal enough to say ‘Fuck it, I’ll fight the damn thing to bide Dream some more time to recover because balance and whatever.’

The moment he spotted the damn creature, Klezmer held back the urge to vomit. He wasn’t sure why. Fear? Maybe. Disgust? Possibly.

A complex mix of emotions that couldn’t even be described due to the fact that he could hear Death’s humming as it observed him and the damn creature, knowing what the outcome would be despite the fact that nothing has happened yet?

Definitely.

That damned song.

Oh Death, won’t you spare me over til’ another year?

That accursed song.

That song it loved so much because it showed its favorite aspect of the living. The unyielding begging to be spared from being taken.

Klezmer summoned the embodiment of his contract: The Lantern. He stared at it. Its faint emerald glow made him feel uneasy. He kept it.

He swore he heard a chuckle.

He took a deep breath and used the spell Edelweiss taught him: Calculation.

With a wave of his hand he was able to see where his target was and all the escape routes it could take. It was as if the Check spell was more advanced. More designed for enhancing lethal spells. The moment it finished…

He fired 18 of the ribbon-spears at his possible murderer.

[sugarcryztal]

Hey! I really like this account and the stuff you have been doing. May I have a SFW romantic CRK, MHA, or Mystic Messenger matchup?

I go by He/Him pronouns and I am gay (MLM). 1 am 5'5" and chubby. I have my hair cut short and plan on dying it soon. I often wear piercings, using only ear piercings. I often wear nice button ups with sweater vests or just horror movie shirts.

I would describe myself as introverted, but not necessarily shy. I am a very blunt person, which has caused some people to like me while others don’t. Though I just prefer to relax alone. I am overly cautious with myself and the people I love due to conditions I have lived with. So, I accidentally come off as too paranoid. I am intelligent and often love literature and media because of it. I am very much an artistic but also a writer.

I like spicy food, world building, fantasy stories, sci-fi settings, coffee, cats, supernatural stuff, RPGs, niche RPGs, TTRPGs (not just d&d), vintage wear, good cooking, taxidermy, rocks, horror movies, horror books, card games, niche history, niche internet cartoons, old rock music, metal music, unique art, stop motion, and anime.

I dislike overly sweet foods, the "I ain't reading all of that" or "it ain't that deep" type of person. anybody who thinks cartoons and/or horror have any real substance to them, minimalism, most romance movies, toxic positivity, and people who chew with their mouths open.

My hobbies are media dissection, writing, playing TTRPGs (both as a player and a GM/DM), drawing, playing video games, making them too, binge watching horror movies, and collecting vintage items.

I’m just going to do Mystic Messenger so if you want another fandom you can just resubmit with a different fandom you want!

I’m going to match you with . . .

Yoosung !

- okay I don’t like Yoosung that much but I am going to TRY MY BEST!

- When he first met you he was probably lowkey intimidated because of how blunt you can be and he’s a very sensitive guy.

- But he was determined to be your friend because you looked like you needed some! (not in a bad way)

- A while after being friends, he’s stuck to you like glue!

- He grows to admire how intelligent you are especially when it comes to media dissection! Because that’s a rare breed now.

- HATESSS toxic positivity! But that’s just because he likes giving genuine and straightforward compliments! Especially if it’s for a special cool person such as yourself!

- In his pining stage he probably starts to steal certain articles of your clothing when you aren’t looking. Most likely one of your sweater vests.

- Also becomes a lot more touchy, while making sure you’re comfortable of course!

- But when I say a lot I mean a LOT! Like at every greeting and farewell he hugs you and when you guys are walking together he wraps an arm around yours as he claims it’s so “he doesn’t get lost”, but I think we all know the real reason.

- When ur in a relationship:

- I’m sorry when I say this… But he probably chews with his mouth open because he’s trying to talk and eat at the same time. You’re going to have to be the one to tell him to swallow his food before he talks. 😭

- On another note, COFFEE DATES ARE A MUST!

- He doesn’t really like coffee though because of its bitter taste, so he orders hot chocolate instead thinking you don’t notice and spoiler alert, you do. 😭

- HE WOULD NEVVVVEEERRRR say “I ain’t readin allat” or anything like that because he is your #1 simp bruh. He IS readin allat!

- Takes your feelings seriously to because again he’s a very sensitive guy. So you will never hear him invalidate your feelings because why tf would he?! You are entitled to feel whatever you want!

- Also likes playing games with you. I don’t know what they’re called, but you know those meetings or cons where they all gather to play? Yeah he goes with you to those.

- He never knows what’s going on though, poor Yoosung 😭

- Confused, but happily cheering you on because you’re amazing!

- Boundaries with him are also important, keep in mind he’s mentally ill and will probably cling to you a lot more. So you will have to ask for space when you need it because he doesn’t get subtle hints.

Yoosung whines. A lot.

You were trying to get out of bed to start getting ready for a meet up with game friends, but he wouldn’t have it!

“Don’t goooo!” Yoosung whined. He was upset because you couldn’t take him with you this time. So to prevent you from leaving, he had his arms wrapped tight around your waist. You didn’t listen, standing up from the bed and kissing his forehead softly. But he wasn’t giving up!

He stayed with you through that whole morning, trying to constantly put his hands on you, but you would always swat them away when you were doing something!

Eventually you were preparing to leave and he was at his wits end. He tested out one last trick.

That’s how you found yourself passionately kissing your boyfriend, he was not giving you any room to even speak. It was kiss after kiss. You gently nudged him away with your arms and he whined loudly, immediately going back in for another kiss. Soo… Now you had to cancel your plans.

sorry it was short!

08.22.24

[skruzdelynas]

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

1. Every song can make me feel better, hmm but I would say maybe Diabarha - Crazy Beauties or Nuo tilto - kriupis, enu

2. I don't watch shows

3. Writing - I like to write down my thoughts

4. Being excited because of others and feeling proud for understanding a mathematical proof or understanding a song in a foreign language

5. I like to give my body vitamins, hydrate, take my creme, change into fresh clothes

6. Hmm I don't have any

7. Probably myself

8. Oh I don't think I have any

9. Collecting chestnuts

10. Today some hours ago

11. I don't really have one, but maybe my two stuffed animals?

12. Excersise, scents

13. Shower - I don't like bats because I don't want to be alone in silence with my thougths. And it's boring

14. The next week! I'll have to get some things in my hometown done and will see (more or less) how someone will get a new piercing

15. I don't have any

16. Hmm I would like to redraw some old characters

17. Genuine interest, doing things together, hugs

18. I really don't know, maybe soon?

19. Never

20. I remember the excitement of creating new characters with some old friends and writing stories for them. The time I traveled to a city to go to a very good piercing studio. The one time I hugged and kissed a person the first time we met after writing and getting to know each other some months.

21. Tea! (Especially peach, earl grey and green tea)

22. Microtonal music playlist

23. Never, also I don't like receiving flowers

24. I don't know what counts as "best" but I have two people I really like

25. Hmm yellow?

26. Germany (I don't like to move to a foreign place), with the people I'm close to

27. Not really, I only as a child managed growing a bean for a school project

28. That I learned Lithuanian and drawing by myself

29. It really depends. I am very irritable when I'm with my family so I'm probably not always so kind. I try my best and it is way easier with friends, but I'm not 100% kind I think?

30. A lot of staring at my laptop, paper, pencils, books

[tienkou]

@sinshosted

It was a Saturday afternoon, a little past lunch. The temperature was still that of the Winter. People are bundled outside with their sweaters and their jackets in this small, lesser-known shopping mall. Aeria, her blonde friend, had carefully chosen it after she mentioned that her new friend Ava did not like the subway. Aeria seemed to have wanted to make sure everything was perfect and comfortable for Ava: according to her, it is not every day one got to build someone's wardrobe from scratch.

She is still not sure what exactly constituted the wardrobe. It looks like Aeria is putting colors, clothes, and accessories on Ava with no rhyme or reason, but the clothes seller would always nod in appreciation with Aeria's choices - so perhaps there is a method to her madness.

She glanced over at the dressing room where Ava was getting changed and her blonde friend speaking loudly and excitedly from outside it.

"-and make sure you tuck in your shirt properly! You're going to a rich person school!" Aeria spoke towards the dressing room, "Gotta make sure you keep up the basic things, or stupid people will make up gossip!"

As Aeria was busy speaking, she glanced over at the large pile of clothes Ava had already worn, separated into acceptable and unacceptable. And the many many hats, lots of hats. Aeria states Ava should keep a collection of sunhats because the redhead looks great in one, especially the straw-colored ones.

Aeria also often asked her opinion - more to train her eye for the fashion - on the many item combinations. Her own comments usually amounted to writing on the tablet: [ Okay ], [ Too bright? ], [I am reminded of x/y/z food ] -

Whap.

"Lils! You gotta pay attention!" her blonde friend Aeria smacked her in the back, pushing another bundle of clothes into her arms, "You're not exempt from learning this too! Look at you, wearing the school uniform on the weekend!"

[ It is a comfortable uniform. ], she replied quickly on her tablet using the slide-writing.

"It's the school uniform! The only reason why it looks remotely decent on you is because you look a perpetually cold bitch," Aeria grumbled, "And between your weird personality and your mean sister, your reputation already sucks. But at least Ava here has a chance."

Aeria returned her attention to the dressing room.

"Hey. We've got a dozen more clothes to try like jackets and coats, and then we have to go to the next store!"

[millionsknives]

ive absorbed so much trigun content through you and i still have no idea what it is about. what is it about please

ok so basically. there’s this manga which you can read here and also two tv shows (1998’s Trigun and 2023’s TRIGUN: Stampede) but so far i’ve only seen the 2023 reboot. ‘98 came out before the manga was done so it’s not the most accurate, but it has like a cowboy bebop vibe i’m told. i haven’t even read the manga (yet) (call me a fake fan if u want) but basically it’s like this: desert planet, space western, pacifism, christian imagery, PAIN, sibling relationships that will make u tear out your hair, fighting over resources, the nature of humanity, worms, love and peace and mercy.

most of the following character descriptions will be skewed towards stampede because that’s all i’ve got for now, but here are the main guys:

Vash the Stampede (aliases: the humanoid typhoon, babygirl, el wiwi, vashie, my beautiful girlfriend) has every mental illness inshallah and is wanted in 12 different jurisdictions for Crimes, but he loves people so much and he’s the sweetest staunchest pacifist the world has ever seen and he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt and he suffers for it like jesus.

Wolfwood, Nicholas D., (aliases: the punisher, el woowoo, ww, nico, nick, crucifix jim, (and unfortunately, Bigolas Dickolas)) is goth in the desert and carries a giant cross on his back. while this rips severely (<- factual) it is purely symbolic and certainly isn’t a giant gun that shoots lasers (<- lying). i can’t tell you things about him without spoilers. in the manga he’s a priest, in stampede he’s an undertaker.

Meryl Stryfe, our audience surrogate, is either a reporter or an insurance agent depending on the version of the story, but regardless of her occupation she’s trying to find vash for work-related reasons. area woman won’t stop collecting random shady men from the desert to add to her found family (and sometimes hitting them with her car)

Nai, or Millions Knives, is (one of) our main antagonist(s) and the absolute madman plays the piano and wears either 1) basically nothing or 2) a clothing item that can only be described as an evil snuggie made out of knives. i am not making this up. he’s a massive hater and he wants all humans to die btw but i actually love him and he’s got a specific sauce that makes him far from your regular boring evil villain

supporting characters in stampede include a kid made out of bugs, meryl’s drunk coworker, [REDACTED]’s little brother, the world’s best foster mom #1, the world’s best foster mom #2, blue-hair-and-pronouns, a mad scientist, and brad.

to my limited knowledge stampede functions as something of a prequel (?) to parts of the manga so i would suggest starting with stampede (beautiful) (only 12 episodes) and then tackling the manga (what i plan to do) if you want to give trigun a shot (so to speak).

or just talk to spacekrakens idk she got me into this mess and she knows more than me

[katapotato55]

I like New horizons but also I hate new horizons something something dead horse.

I do not expect this post to get a lot of attention lmao. I love a lot of new horizons and i have been playing since day 1 of the game. But i have issues you see. Every time i play this game i get burnt out VERY fast, and i don't know why. I try to relax, not min/max the game, just chill and vibe and not overdo it. So how am I getting burnt out??? I think i know why :

The game is too tedious but not enough reward for that tedium, not only that but its TOO random so there is no use in effort

let me explain. 1- you want to decorate your island for the fall season. 2- it takes forever to GET fall materials because its all RANDOM and you can ONLY get this shit from balloons and villagers. you have to roll a dice if you get the item you want. 3- once you finally get enough materials to decorate your island, it takes FOREVER to terraform everything, get stuff placed to look good, etc. 4- whoops! its winter now time to rip everything up and start over!

there is nothing ENGAGING about collecting the entire collection of furniture in this game. Either i get to waste my time sitting around hoping the DIY recipes appear-ify itself into existence like its Homestuck act 3, Or Nookazon which isn't a part of the game.

"but Kat! " you may yell for some reason "its animal crossing! you are supposed to chill! " with all due respect nonbinary strawman i came up with on the fly, what IS there to do in new horizons other than decorate ? The villagers don't appreciate your decorations or sit in chairs, their dialogue is horribly repetitive, and all the interactions you have with them are just copied over from new leaf. the core game play loop of new horizons is get on, do chores, collect materials and decorate. there is nothing wrong with that, but the problem lies with the fact that you have no way to influence the items you pick up, and its tedious to ACTUALLY decorate. Its not relaxing its a chore. this brings me to my second problem:

The game mistakes tedium for challenge.

WHY couldn't Isabelle just TELL me Gulliver is here? (before the update) that would be too easy apparently. Instead of just telling me he is here, I have to be stressed running around my island EVERY DAY to find out who is here today and who isn't here today. its not a challenge its just MORE time wasting. of course I can't just put time into working towards the Space themed furniture or put some amount of effort into it to EARN the furniture I need to cheese fucking metonook and spend literal months hoping Celeste RANDOMLY gives me furniture rather than me getting the satisfaction of earning the furniture. its not a challenge, Its not a relaxing pass time. Its tedious. Same goes for terraforming and everything else. This game is trying to convey the vibe of growing a bonsai tree where you slowly trim the tree over time to make a beautiful shape. what it REALLY conveys is raising an aggressive toddler that randomly does stuff and then you need to go through the effort to get the little creature dressed in decent clothes every day. I love this game. the update improved the game. But if there is anything I want from future animal crossing games: FOCUS LESS ON CUSTOMIZATION. I don't want to spend 500 hours on something i will just tear up eventually and no one will appreciate. I am so so tired of being the mayor. please just let me be some random weirdo again Nintendo. Please let villagers be mean again and let me do more than give them crap and design their houses.

[cafalla]

New Year Resolutions - 2024

I'm not typically someone who thinks long and hard about my New Year's Resolutions. I tend to always have the same vague goals in mind that usually involve losing weight and trying to look better (sad, I know).

I think the fact that I turn 30 this coming year has made me reflect more on the type of person I'd like to be - I'm entering a new season of life here soon and I'm not satisfied with where I'm at as far as my own personal growth is concerned.

And really, the things I'm dissatisfied with are all things that I can easily change. Nothing is so drastic or monumental that it's impossible for me to start working on. I just need to start.

So moving forward, these are my goals:

Goal 1: Pick up on reading again

I read a total of I think...2 books in 2023. I used to read 2 books (sometimes more) in a week. It's just sad. I read a lot on my phone, but I'd like to swap screen time for book time. In the same vein, I'd also like to utilize the library more.

I think a very reasonable goal for me to is to complete 1 book a month. I started the book "The Memory Keeper's Daughter" a couple of months back. I'm only about 4 or 5 chapters into it, even though I was hooked at the time of reading. I just sort of fell off reading it for no reason (it's still on my nightstand, collecting dust).

I'd like to get back to that book and finish reading it by the end of January. Then try to read a book per month? That sounds reasonable.

Goal 2: Pick up on working out/moving more again

Pretty self explanatory, and probably a goal on everyone's NYR list. I know I feel better when I move in every way, even if I'm not actively losing weight - I have more energy, my body feels flexible, my clothing fits better, I don't feel achy or stiff. Really no excuse for this one because our gym isn't that far from us and we have plenty of sidewalks to walk on outside.

Goal 3: Don't spent frivolously/try to only keep to the essentials

This one is a bit of a newer thing for me. I've been very into watching no-buy videos on YouTube, and while I don't think I can be that strict with myself, I know there are many things I can cut down on spending wise.

I'm working on taking things down to the bare essentials, especially in the bathroom. I only want one of each thing: one shampoo, one face wash, one moisturizer, one serum, etc. Sometimes I have had up to 2 or 3 products for one purpose, and it overwhelms me.

Honestly, I'm almost already to the point of having figured out my favorite products that work for me, but I do have some spare items I need to use up (but do not plan on repurchasing). I only want to buy these items when I need them, nothing more, nothing less. I'm tired of letting things go bad because I don't use them. I'm producing unnecessary waste and losing money!!

This basic idea also applies to other things, such as food, home goods, etc. Like am I buying something I will really use or enjoy as a treat, or am I just wanting the high of purchasing something I don't really need.

Sometimes it's unavoidable, but I'd like to try and be better and more mindful about my purchases.

Goal 4: De-clutter, tidy, and be on top of donating/selling stuff

I try to de-clutter at least a couple times a year. I think I'm pretty good at it, but I need to be on top of donating and selling stuff I do not intend to keep. I tend to make a pile for each and then...procrastinate actually donating or selling the items. I just need to act quickly and get rid of them asap.

If my space has less stuff, then it is much easier to routinely clean. I'd also like to focus on cleaning more this year, in a way that doesn't force me to do a huge deep clean that stresses me out and exhausts me. If I keep spaces relatively clean throughout the week on a regular basis, then I have less to clean when I really need to dig in and deep clean...y'know?

Goal 5: Stay hydrated

I just need to work on keeping hydrated on a regular basis. That's all!

Goal 6: Save money

Saving is always a goal of mine. I'd like to save up a little more than enough to finish paying off my car this year, and build my savings back up to a comfortable amount. It's currently not terrible, but it's not where I'd like it to be.

I think this one is easily do-able, especially if I cut back on spending on things I don't truly need.

Goal 7: Take the time to learn new skills

This mainly pertains to me needing to sit down and actually learn SQL...my boyfriend keeps encouraging me to learn it. I also want to learn it to hopefully move on to a better paying job, but it intimidates me.

I'd like to start taking small steps into learning it this year. Maybe I can finish the year with a certificate or something.

This also applies to crafting. Not that I myself am an avid crafter, but I think it'd be fun to do small crafts here and there throughout the year. I'm thinking mainly for gift giving occasions. I stretched myself so thin money wise this year for Christmas, but I think I can plan ahead and spend less money but give better gifts...if that makes sense.

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But yeah, I think that's about it for my 2024 goals!

All in all, the theme for me is to be more mindful and proactive in many different facets of my life. I've felt quite thoughtless in regards to myself, and I want to put in some more effort to feel like a whole rounded person again.

[brainrotallthewaydown1312]

I have so many. I'll just say some of my favorites, but know I have several others.

Books: i have several hundred books. most of them were bought used on severe discounts or gifted to me. I have a special interest in storytelling and media and this is the easiest one to physically collect. I am a fairly active reader, but mostly of ya and na fiction. i have a decent amount of those, but also a lot of non fiction about creative writing, science, and history. I also have classic lit, vintage books to be repaired and a handful of rare books I got from second hand stores that didn't notice their value. my most valuable ones are antique limited prints of Sherlock Holmes books. I'm very proud of my books.

I also have a sub collection of middle grade and children's pulp paperbacks. i have maybe 150 standalone single print middle grade novels. I haven't actually read any of them since middle school, but I still like them. as an extension on my thing with storytelling and media, I find children's media fascinating, especially stuff like pulp fiction that gets cranked out fast and often has a cult following. and I'm also working on collecting one of every book in the babysitters club, boxcar children, Nancy drew, Junie b Jones, and hardy boys, all in the original covers. I'm about half through the babysitters club and about a quarter through boxcar children. I have a lot more to go on the others. these ones make me happy because having a specific series that I know a lot about and am trying to have in full feels like the most "proper" collection I have. it's the kind of collecting that people think of when you say you're a collector.

stuffed animals: i have a lot of them. this is a less active collection because most of them are nostalgic items from my childhood and at this point I mostly only add ones I've made or ones that are notably unique or of a character I like. I have a whole corner dedicated to them with a stack of those stuffie hammocks.

this one also has a sub collection, which is more active: dolls. but not fashion dolls like Barbie or nice collectible porcelain dolls. vintage dolls. mostly cloth ones but a few classic baby doll. I have special interests in both fiber arts and in the history and mechanics of toy production, so i like looking at the construction and maintaining them so that they don't degrade and become creepy. although I do have a few that if I fully believed in ghosts, I would think they are haunted. that collection started when I inherited a bunch of dolls and also sewing materials when my great grandmother died. ever since then, I've been enamored with unique vintage and cloth dolls. its a slow growing collection but one of my favorites. and one I can talk your ear off about if you let me.

craft supplies: now this one is a functional collection. I have supplies for several different media of art, only a few of which I actively make things with regularly. the two biggest categories in this collection is my acrylic paints (which I don't use very often but regularly sort and check to make sure they aren't drying or molding) and my yarn stash (which I use in some capacity almost every day because crochet and fiber art is my main medium as an artist) this is not as classically a collection but it fits this definition and its something I spend a decent amount of time maintaining, so I'm counting it here.

writing prompts: this is a habit I picked up from an English teacher in middle school. little trinkets and pictures and quotes on scrap paper. everything from nice figurines to Polaroids to magazine ads to seashells to bottle caps to fortune cookie fortunes. think a grandma's souvenir and picture cabinet meets those crow scoop junk bins you see on tiktik. when I'm stuck on writing, I'll either look for something that sparks inspiration or I'll pull something at random. I keep it all together in one box and every few months, I'll sort through it and get rid of anything that is breaking or falling apart or that I just don't like anymore. I love this collection. and I love explaining it to people because that conversation often starts with "why the hell is this box full of both nice collectible ceramics and also literal garbage" and usually ends with "that's actually really cool"

again, I have several others but those are my favorites to talk about and show off. I love my collections so much

Because polls get the most engagement I’m making a poll lol

(For the sake of this poll: a collector is anyone who *currently has* a collection of things either physically or digitally that they intentionally acquired which can be grouped together)

Please please please please pleeeeeeeaaaaaaase tell me what you collect and optionally why!!!! (This is doubly true if your collection is related to a regulatory/“special” interest!!!!!!! That’s honestly the only reason I’m making this poll, I am begging youuuuuuuuuuu

Neurodivergent related tags are for reach as I know a lot of neurodiverse people are collectors. I do try my best not to clutter those tags, if anyone has an issue with it please tell me and I’ll remove them

[violetsfortwo]

I'm so frustrated, hurt and angry. I feel unheard, unseen and unimportant. We have company coming this weekend and I'm trying to clean and straighten up the house, but my husband ridicules me and tells me I'm being ridiculous. He says our friends don't care what our house looks like and to stop cleaning. Our house isn't bad, but it's cluttered and to be honest I gave up trying to decorate long ago because he simply makes it impossible. A little backstory... I grew up with hoarders. As a child I could never have friends over. My parents wouldn't allow it and I'd be too embarrassed anyway. I can remember dreaming of the day that I would have my own home and how beautifully decorated and clean it would be. I dreamed of having my friends and my children's friends over anytime we wanted. My first husband couldn't keep a job and was an alcoholic, which meant we were constantly moving, always rented and were always broke. The few times I felt comfortable enough to decorate or make a place into the home I dreamed of, he would stop me saying "we're not fixing up someone else's place" "we're not staying here long so don't get comfortable" or "we don't have the money for that." After my divorce, I was so broke that I couldn't afford anything so I rented for a couple of years and did the best I could. I married my second husband 11yrs ago and moved into his home. He is sentimental, practical and I'm guessing color blind. His house was a hodgepodge of ugly decor left over from a previous marriage and items he inherited from his mother. He can't let go of anything that his mother used as decor or things from his childhood. We have piles of things everywhere with cobwebs on them. He also gets a kick out of weird novelty crap like stuffed animals, dog toys, ugly figurines, etc and has to have them all over the house. We burn wood for heat in the winter and next to the wood stove looks like a recycling center with all of the crap he collects all year long to start fires. Every time I try to make a room look nice he'll question what was wrong with it in the first place. As long as it has the basics he thinks it's fine. It doesn't matter if it matches, if there are cobwebs, if there are piles of dog hair, or if there are piles of clutter everywhere. "It's fine." "We have pets" "you're the only person who even notices it doesn't match." "Just leave that stuff out, we're going to use it again anyway." Whenever we are having company I desperately try to make it the place I've dreamed of, but he gets after me saying "no one cares about that stuff, so stop it." Meanwhile I am having a complete internal meltdown. I care. Isn't that enough? I have lived my entire life in clutter with no say in what it looks like, fearing judgement and the embarrassment that comes with it. The end result ...I give up - defeated and depressed. I don't enjoy myself when people come over because I see them looking at the cobwebs, trying to get the dog hair off their clothes or have caught them cleaning counters or floors. I love my husband, but clearly he doesn't understand the trauma of growing up the way I did. Him belittling my anxiety and ridiculing me drives me into a deep depression and this time it hurts so much that I don't know if I can climb out of this. I know there isn't a solution, which makes it that much worse.

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So we’ve never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wal so sometimes we’re showering at the same time and we sing duets.

The mid-day sun flashed off his blade as it swung viciously through the air. “Traitor!” he screamed.

You were the black sheep of your family because you supposedly weren’t born with superpowers like your siblings. To make yourself the least bit special, you learn every type of martial arts. After a run in with a supervillain, you learn you can turn heroes’ powers on and off at will. These heroes have depended on their powers alone all their lives and know no other way to fight.

As she walked towards the exit of her favorite coffee shop, she glanced down at her cup, “You’re beautiful.” was written in place of her name. She glanced back and their eyes met.

His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me, “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

You are a tattoo artist that has the ability to give people powers from the tattoos you give, by using special inks.

He was a cyborg and she was a clone. They were also an item, and if that wasn’t enough for society to take in, she may also be pregnant.

You have a unique ability. When wearing someone else’s clothes, you change into this person. You collect ‘appearances’ by buying clothes in second hand shops, but up to now, it was just a game for you. Then you find something very special.

You have been given options for your afterlife. You can either go to hell, or choose one currently living human and tail them invisibly for the remaining years of their life. You choose option B.

After graduation everyone throws their caps in the air. When they soar back down, everyone is holding a different cap that resembles an occupation. Some people hold army hats, others baseball caps, some fast food ones, even a helmet for a space suit. Yours, however, doesn’t come back down.

You declare to the heavens that you will never fall in love. Aphrodite herself took it as a challenge.

With her whole body quivering in shock, she let the dagger drop from her hands, and she ran.

Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the ‘girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft’ and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard.

Suzanne has a secret, Dany has the key, Sam is bleeding out on the table, and no one has seen Greg since he left for food 4 hours ago.

After being happily married for 17 years, a woman’s husband confesses that he has kept her by using a love potion for all these years. Together, they agree to see what happens when she does without it.

I will find her, or I will die trying.

You can see people’s wings. As far as you know, you’re the only one that sees them, but you don’t mind as they allow you to gather more insight to everyone you see. They vary in size and color and you can tell a lot about people from those two aspects alone. They move as well, stretching out to hold a loved one or flaring when someone not so cherished comes by. You’ve never seen anything physical be able to interact with them, but today, you see someone with two charred stumps where their wings should be.

You’re vacationing in a city you’ve never been in before, when you suddenly find yourself in a place you’ve seen hundreds of times in your dreams. The person you always see in those dreams is there too and they slowly turn and ask, “Is it really you?”

“Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist.” he pleaded and after that, there was no going back.

You volunteer to be the first human to test time travel, only going an hour forward in time. When you step out of the travel pod, all humans are gone.

You’re an immortal 30-year-old looking serial killer who was sentenced to 1000 years in prison. After 100 years people started asking questions, but now it’s been 400 years and you’re starting to outlast the prison itself.

You come from a family of respected heroes. All three of your big brothers are known as powerhouses, but you rarely see them since they’re always saving the city. One day you realize that the only way to see all of your brothers is to become a villain. Turns out you’re better at it than you thought, and family dinners suddenly become the most amusing time of day.

It’s 3 AM. An official phone alert wakes you up. It says “do not look at the moon”. You have hundreds of notifications. Hundreds of random numbers are sending “it’s a beautiful night tonight. Look outside.”

You Die. As per your nerdy request, your tombstone is inscribed with ‘Game over Continue?’ with a little slot for coins. One day, someone puts in a coin and you suddenly burst out of your grave.

Everyone secretly carries a title above their head describing who they are. You’re the only one that you know who can see these titles. They’ve never been anything interesting, usually people bearing titles such as “the worker” or “the student”. That changed today however, when while walking down the street you spotted a homeless woman huddled in a corner with the title, “The forgotten Hero.”

Your parents have always been protective of you for as long as you could remember. The entire house was padded even when you grew out of your toddler years. You were homeschooled and someone was always hovering to make sure you don’t trip or hurt yourself. You thought this was them being irrationally overprotective until one winter day.Your hands were so dry that your skin broke. A drop of blood fell to the ground and almost instantly, red flowers bloomed from where it landed.

Humans once wielded formidable magical power but with over 7 billion of us on the planet now, mana had spread far too thinly to have any effect. When hostile aliens reduces humanity to a mere fraction, the survivors discover an old power has begun to reawaken once again.

A few years back you were given the prophecy that ending the life of the worst person on the planet would result in all signs of evil disappearing from that world for good. After a long journey and murdering thousands among thousands, you’re beginning to wonder who and where this person is.

It’s that time of year again. When the faery folk come to dance upon the earth. So light the way for them beneath the ancient tee. If you remain still, you might get a glimpse of them. Be careful though, if they suspect a trap, they will grab you and imprison your soul in the tree for 1000 years.

They thought I’d forget. But I remembered. Everything.

A king sends his best knight to save his daughter from a savage tribe of barbarians, problem is: she doesn’t want to go back. As the knight arrives, he expects a delicate, frightened, young woman, but finds instead, a tough, stubborn, warpaint-covered huntress, that was accepted into the tribe soon after her kidnapping. Much to the knight’s confusion and dismay.

Everyday someone spends not speaking makes their words stronger; this means that more people will believe them even if they don’t make sense, or do as the command without question. One woman made a vow of silence 20 years ago which she plans to break today.

At the age of 16 everyone gets teleported into a small room. In front of you is a table with a kinds of meals from apples to gourmet meats. Whatever you take a bite of will determine what superpower you’ll get. You are the first person to take a bite of the table itself.

You were born on the 29th of February 1964, a leap year. It didn’t take long to notice that you only aged a quarter of the speed of everyone else. You have now been alive for 54 years, but with the body of a teenager.

Following World War 3, all the nations of the world agree to 50 years of strict isolation from one another in order to prevent additional conflicts. 50 years later, the United States comes out of exile only to learn that one one else actually went into isolation.

You’re the daughter of a notorious gang of thieves who have just kidnapped a noblewoman. In a bought of pity, you give her warm clothes and help her escape. She promises to remember your kindness and run off into the night. Now, years later, the worst winter that the land has ever seen is threatening the lives of everyone and everything around you, but you, you seem to be immune. For it wasn’t just some girl you saved all that time ago, it was the snow queen, and she does remember you.

One day, at the library, you find a book written by an author with the same name as you. As you read it, you come to realize it’s an exact telling of your life. As you continue to read, you reach the story of finding this very book, though you’re not even close to halfway through it.

After you die, you learn why the Grim Reaper is portrayed holding a scythe. It isn’t to harvest you, it’s to protect you from something on your journey.

You are the last person on Earth. To feel less lonely, you collected shop mannequins as a substitute for friends. As you walk past one of them you hear a faint “Help me.”

You are the newest staff member at the local museum. Why is the whole of the third floor off limits? Why is the basement door covered in padlocks and deadbolts? Why is everybody so secretive about what happened to the last person who worked there?

You are a teenager with the ability to measure how ‘dangerous’ people are on a scale from 1 to 10 just by looking at them. A normal child would be a 1, while a trained man with an assault rifle might be a 7. Today, you notice the unassuming new kid at school measures a 10

A cruise ship is destroyed in a freak storm. A lucky group of survivors manages to make it onto a life raft. After several weeks adrift at sea, they are rescued, only to find out their ship made it safely to port-with all passengers accounted for.

A demon possesses a little girl, but inside her it finds something worse.

There is a prison where there are no guards, yet the prisoners are too afraid to try and escape.

He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could.

When you are 11, your grandmother with dementia looks at you and tells you she has faked her disorder. Then begins to tell you of her younger days as a time traveller.

Your father is paranoid and locks every door and window each night out of fear of ‘the monsters’. You think he is crazy until you begin to hear voices whisper to you outside the window.

You watch the man write the words. “Female, 20, uncontaminated.” those are your selling points, your ticket to survival. And only two of the three are right.

At birth, everyone is given a timer counting down to a major life event but they aren’t told what it will be. Your time has almost come.

You find your own suicide note. It is unmistakably your handwriting, it is stained with what can only be blood, and it is dated 3 days ago.

You accidently hit a man with your car. He whispers: “Now you must become death” as a tattoo of a scythe appears on your hand.

You live in a city full of people with powers where everyone is ranked according to how powerful they are. You can kill someone of higher rank and obtain their rank. You are rank #1 but no one knows what your power is.

Your best friend from high school who suddenly went missing at graduation shows up years and years later at your doorstep. Except he/she is still 17 years old and more confused than you are.

You are laying in bed in the dark and you glance over and see an odd shadow in the corner of your room. You’re about to turn on a light to see what it is when you hear a voice in your head that says “don’t move. They’re watching you.”

For as long as you can remember, you’ve worn eye glasses. Your parents always made sure you had them on and you formed the habit. One day you forget them and you realize you can see something no one else can.

It’s been 3 years since the flood waters cleared up. The population is a fraction of what it was. Only a few structures remain… and those eggs.

A brave knight cuts through the thorn forest, slays the dragon, and frees the fair princess from her prison in a distant, desolate tower. After their wedding, however, he slowly begins to understand why she had been locked up there in the first place.

You’re royalty, and your parents have arranged a marriage between you and the heir to the throne of the neighboring kingdom. While you would like to marry for love, you’re prepared to do your duty. But when the wedding date arrives, your affianced is nowhere to be found, and shortly after their disappearance is discovered, disaster strikes.

A strange disease is spreading. The skin of everyone starts to look like crystal. What other effects does the disease have? Where did it come from? What happens if the crystal spreads over the whole body? And is there a cure?

He pulled against the ropes with all his might, but they wouldn’t give. “Don’t bother.” a voice said. He looked up to discover a thin girl bound with the same rope. Although it was dark, he could see her bruised eyes and bloody wrists. “I already tried.”

From across the bay I saw her standing on the pier. Her red skirt dancing in the breeze, her black hair twisted into a knot. For a moment she saw me and it took my breath away

When people are born, they have a streak of hair the same color and texture as their soulmate’s natural hair. You are born with a blue streak that floats in the air, and no matter what you do you can’t get it to lay flat on your head.

Unbeknownst to you, Death was watching from the corner of the hospital room when you were being born. Fascinated by life, it imprinted on you. As the years went by, Death saw you often being bullied at school and couldn’t do anything but watch; as taking the life of your bullies would have been too much of a verdict. However, you have just been kidnapped and Death is pissed.

He didn’t sense any movement from inside so he broke the window. It’s always so strange, he thought as he snaked his body through the broken shards. To find houses all locked up like people were just out running errands. They aren't’. No one is. He stayed in a crouch in case of attack and when none came, he rose and took in the tiny kitchen of the old farmhouse. This would work until the red rain passed.

She stood on the end of the pier, took a deep breath, and jumped into the freezing ocean. She was going to get answers, no matter what it took.

Character had been alive for over 300 years because of a secret they know. When someone new finally learns the truth, Reality becomes… confusing. Now, with only a short adulthood left to live, character must ensure nobody else learns of this secret. But well, news spreads fast.

Day:18, Survivors in group: 6̶  5, food: 4 days, miles to go: 62

Log: The nuclear winter has settled a blanket of ash across everything in our path; it’s becoming harder and harder to see. To put one foot in front of the other to get to that signal. Marco’s getting reckless. Almost sinister. Not sure Mary’s death was an accident.

In a post-apocalyptic world, a group of scavengers go into the ruins of a long forgotten city. There they find a functioning piece of old-world technology that will change their lives forever.

At 18 years of age, everyone gets a weapon based on their personality and strengths. All your friends got traditional weaponry, but you? Oh, you got something interesting that no one knows how to wield.

The feelings of a friend of yours control the weather. When she’s happy it’s sunny, when she’s sad it rains, etc. only you know this is the case, yet you don’t know why or how it works. One day you wake up to a disastrous storm.

Your trusted friend killed you and took the credit for single handedly defeating the greatest evil and saving the world. As you lay dying, you hear a voice offering you a second chance at life on one condition.

Jokingly you say to your friend, “if either of us discover time travel, the first place we visit is this moment.” the second those words leave your mouth, what appears to be an older version of yourself rounds the corner, and they look terrified.

One day, you wake up as a human lie detector who is accurately able to tell when someone is lying. Your ability tells you that everything your best friend says, including their name, is a lie.

You are in an interrogation room. A man walks in and throws a bunch of photos on the table in front of you. The photos are old and were taken at different points in history. You’re in each one. He demands to know who you are.

During a game of hide and seek you hide in the toy chest in the basement. After what seems like forever, and no one finds you, you decide to get out. You find the basement drastically altered and a layer of dust over everything.

She was passing the playroom when the toy telephone rang, when she answered it, a deep voice spoke three words: “Evil is coming!”

You’re wandering across a baron wasteland and you come across a town that used to be. As a scavenger, you naturally start digging through the rubble of an old library. You come across a mysterious book with writing on the cover in a language you don’t understand. The book says “Dictionary” and you find it’s filled with words and definitions from a lost society once known as ‘America’.

“You’re the chosen one,” the fairy told you. You believed them. You planned, you fought, you nearly died for their plan. They left you for dead, but surely they’ll be back. You’re their chosen one, aren’t you? And then you met the others, other children told that they were chosen. The fairy lied to you. The fairy lied, used the children to accomplish their goals, and then abandoned them to die. There is no chosen one, not really. Only an army of children, furious at how they’d been misled. And that along might be enough.

Character happens to be the only surviving subject of a terrible experiment. The goal was to create humans who could mentally control other people, but all other subjects suffered unexplained brain damage. Nobody suspects it, but the character is the one who killed the other subjects.

Character who has been suffering from a terrible ‘sickness’ their entire life. The only way this character can suppress this ‘sickness’ is through medicine that causes them extreme pain. This character’s condition is actually the manifestation of powerful psychic abilities that could easily kill everyone around them.

At birth, everyone has the date they will die tattooed on their arm. You were supposed to die yesterday. (Alternate, someone with multiple dates on their arm)

The four horsemen of the apocalypse, re-imagined as vigilantes in a post-apocalypse setting.

The first successful hybrid has escaped from the laboratory.

Every night, you hear the sound of a train, but the railroad closed down years ago.

She pulled the knife from her chest and smiled. “Was that supposed to hurt?”

The zombie outbreak started 2 years ago, now you find yourself cornered by a decaying zombie when you do the unthinkable and bite it first. When it falls to the floor and grows its skin back and sits up and asks what is going on. “How the fuck did you know that would work?” “I didn’t, dude, I just fucking panicked.

To whoever finds this message, they erased us. This is all that remains, remember us, please.

You were born with supernatural powers due to your dad taking an experimental substance.

With that, she walked into the rain and didn’t look back. That was the last time anyone ever saw her.

She stared at her bloodstained hands as she backed away from his body. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, Silent tears running down her cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

10,000 years in the future, Earth is one giant city, the lower levels long ago abandoned. One day, an elevator starts to ascent from level 00.

The cities of the world are moving constructs. Then one city comes close to another, there is a short period of time to share culture, trade resources and such. Your city hasn’t seen another city in 10 years, however one is on the horizon. As it grows closer, you start to realize all its inhabitants are dead.

You run a department that takes in the souls of dead people, recycles them, and sends out souls to be born. Unfortunately souls are a finite resource, and stockpiles are about to run out due to longer lifespans and more births.

You are on a long plane ride and have been experiencing some major turbulence. The flight crew seem to be panicking but you land safely. When you disembark you find that everyone around the world who wasn’t mid flight has vanished without a trace.

Emily wore an old black dress, had long black hair and was the same age as my sister, she was my sister’s best friend. She was also dead. My sister is weird like that.

You are reading about a psychological study that took place many years ago. As you look through some of the photos of the experiments, you notice that you are actually present in them, appearing as you are currently, despite the studies occurring a long time ago.

While cleaning out your grandmother’s attic, you glance out the window to see the decrepit, abandon house next door looking brand new, with people in it! You realize it’s a window to the past: it shows the view from 50 years ago.

The hero shows up at the villain’s doorstep one night. They’re shivering, bleeding, scared. There’s also a slightly dazed look in their eyes-- they were drugged. They look like they were assaulted. Looking up at the villain, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, the mumble “... didn’t know where else to go…” then collapse into the villain’s arms.

The remains of the human race live in a glass dome with no entrance or exit, which protects them from the wasteland on the outside. One morning a dusty handprint appears on the outside.

You are walking in a crowded downtown plaza when a Facebook notification goes off on your phone: “Are you OK? It looks like you’re in the area affected by EMERGENCY PROTOCOL 1016B. Let your friends know if you’re safe.” confused, you look around to discover you’re alone.

You grew up with your uncle, seeing him bringing weird stuff home, you’d always thought he was just a hoarder- until the day he died. You come to realize that your uncle was the collector and protector of the most powerful artifacts in the universe and you are a part of his collection.

You have a special backpack that supplies you with everything you may need for the day. One morning, while preparing for your day, you take a peek in the backpack and think, “huh, well this should be an interesting day.”

Your entire life is an experiment, and unbeknownst to you everyone around you is a highly trained actor. Recently, though, the funding for your experiment got cut, and the quality of actors suddenly dropped; you’re getting suspicious.

¼ of the population get an email from an unnamed stranger entitled “you won’t remember”. When they open it they instantly forget everything they ever knew.

A pair of twins are born minutes apart on both sides of midnight. The twin of yesterday is similar to the twin of tomorrow in all aspects except one.

Humans start out at birth with milk white blood. The more crimes they commit, the darker their blood becomes. One day, you meet your soulmate. Skip a few years, and things are amazing, until your soulmate trips, falls, and exposes black blood. (don’t include minor crimes like pirated music)

You and your partner bought rings that let you feel each other’s heartbeats. You couldn’t bear to take yours off when they were buried, it has just started beating again.

Futuristic humanity resides underground, with no one having been to the surface in thousands of years. Recently, large tremors have been detected that originate near the surface. A team is sent up to investigate.

One everyone’s 18th birthday they receive a letter from their future selves. Some receive long messages about their future lovers or messages about changed they would have made. Yours contains nothing but a small list of locations and the words, “Never visit.” (“You’d think I would know myself better than this”, you say, typing the first set of coordinates into your GPS.)

A desperate cleric slamming every healing spell so hard to bring someone back to life the ground is forced to grow plants and flowers around the body. Decades later, guarded by a forest of roses and thorns, lies a corpse refusing to rot.

From a young age, you realized mirrors never showed your reflections; they showed you how you’ll look in a month. One day, your reflection is gone.

Y/N is a talented pianist who meets Sabo and offers to teach him how to play, unaware that Sabo is already an equally talented pianist himself. Sabo accepts so they have an excuse to spend time with Y/N but gets discovered one day when Y/N walks in on Sabo practicing some high-level music.

Y/N is involved in some sort of accident. Sabo finds out and rushes to the scene, calling Y/N frantically. Y/N doesn’t pick up, so Sabo leaves Y/N a series of voicemails as the race to the scene of Y/N’s accident.

Y/N just got Sabo out of a dangerous situation and is now treating their wounds at a small house.

Y/N and Sabo are friends and they secretly have feelings for one another. One day, Sabo gets into a difficult fight in which they win but are left injured and unconscious and are later found by Y/N. Y/N immediately starts taking care of them and confesses how they feel at the same time as Sabo. They have a very shy first kiss after that.

Sabo gets locked out of their house while their family is gone, so they spend the night at Y/N’s place.

NSFW-Imagine Ace, the one who usually enjoys slow and romantic sex, begging Y/N to fuck them so hard that they forget their name.

Person B: What am I supposed to do while you're gone

Person A: ... What do you usually do when I'm gone

Person B: Wait for you to come back

Your f/o stands in front of you, raising a hand to your face and placing it gently on your cheek. They begin to stroke it before leaning close and whispering in your ear

“my love… You make me so whole”

They smile as they press their forehead against yours, their breathe slow and warm on your face. You can’t take it anymore. You move in, closing the gap between their lips and yours.

The warmth of their kiss spreads throughout both of your faces as you both blush. You feel safe and at peace in their embrace, like it’s home.

Ace absolutely loves the taste of the chap stick/lip balm Y/n uses, so they keep stealing kisses from Y/n.

Y/N and Ace spending the night on the perfect hill for stargazing.

Them accidentally (or purposefully) dozing off in a hammock together as the sun sets and the air cools down.

Y/N is the barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Ace's name on purpose.

Ace breaking into Y/N's room through their window.

Y/N taking Ace out for a date to cheer them up after their original plans with someone else fell through. As Y/N tries their best to make Ace happy and succeeds after only a few attempts, Ace realizes they would have rather been with Y/N anyways.

Ace lends their sweater to Y/N. When Y/N is home, they realize they still have Ace's sweater and find Ace's iPod. Out of curiosity, Y/N looks through Ace's music and finds a playlist titled with Y/N's name.

Character bought an ancient house/manor and is in love with the place. One night, they hear the tinkling of piano keys from the next room and find Y/n (ghost?) playing the piano, illuminated by the moonlight.

The first successful hybrid has escaped from the laboratory.

shanks want to be his wife/husband. carry all his children. make him dinner and **** *** ****

Now i’m thinking about sucking his dick LORD. head thrown back and pretty red hair falling over his shoulders and adam’s apple bobbing and slurring his words hnnnng he deserves sloppy head and i wanna give it to him

I rewatched atla again and now all I can think about is either shanks or aces s/o turning into the moon spirit and now they always talk to the moon at night, hoping you can hear them.

There was a cat sitting in my kitchen. I don’t know where it came from because no one of my neighbors owns a cat. She just sat there on my kitchen table and stared into my eyes

“There was a scream in the distance. But it wasn’t him. She knew his screams better than anyone else.

She heard his voice before she saw him and she recognized it instantly. She knew him. She knew him all too well for all the wrong reasons.

The sun was just starting to go down when they finally reached the lighthouse. After the day’s exertion it felt like a godsend.

You always meet twice. But maybe then it’s too late

In the fairytales I’ve read, the hero enters the cave to slay the dragon. Not to join him.

We were not supposed to be here.

We’re lying on a deserted parking level, watching the stars, but we’re in a big city with too much light so we just watch each other.

You know the problem with drawing lines in the sand? With a breath of air, they disappear.

There’s a difference between falling and flying.

Trusting me was your first mistake

Wouldn’t it be better to tell her even if the timing is wrong, than to never tell her at all?

Y/n and Ace in a skype/discord call (webcam optional) when Y/n falls asleep in the middle of it. Ace decides to let them sleep since Y/n had a long day and they like the sound of their sleeping. Bonus if someone walks in to Ace having fallen asleep too. Extra bonus: they won’t stop saying how Y/n and Ace ‘slept together’.

Y/n is a baker in a small urban community while Ace is a firefighter. Y/n likes to cook Ace cute little snacks and meals every time Ace comes to the bakery and they’ll eat together and chat in the alley. One day, a call comes in to the fire station saying that there is a huge fire at the bakery Y/n is at. Ace rushes over and saves Y/n. That night, still shaken up after the tragedy, Ace confesses their feelings to Y/n, saying “I couldn’t bear to lose you.” or “I’ll try to keep you safe forever.”

This was it. He knew it would happen but now that it did it still shocked him. His whole body felt numb and right now he couldn’t say if this was something he would ever recover from.

There is a common saying about the calm before the storm. But no one ever talks about the deafening silence after the storm hit.

She knew that if she would have heard these words yesterday she would have declared it the best day of her life and would have started to call everyone to let them know that he finally said the words! But today was not yesterday and all she wanted to do right now was put her hands over her ears and stop listening.

Practice makes perfect they say. And she was quite the master.

They were not supposed to be alive - but here they were, living and breathing

After the dust had settled and he seemingly returned from the dead, he came to her to apologize and all she wanted to do, was hurt him for the way he made her believe she had lost him. But she was so tired all she could do, was turn around and leave.

It was one small note that had started it all.

The smell threw her back into a time she tried to forget

Waiting together in a small shop for the horrible storm to calm down and the electricity to work again definitely brings people closer together.

The setting sun bathed everything in blazing orange, making it look as if the city was already burning.

It had been a mistake. But it was the best mistake they ever made.

Later, they would find the diary, hidden between books that were covered with a thick layer of dust

The most dangerous human being is the one who’s in love

If there was ever a good time for this - this was not it

The wanted poster looked like it tried to mock her.

In light of recent events, they both agreed the sound coming from the front door must have been the wind.

Sometimes she wished they were still enemies so she could justify kicking his ass from time to time.

They were jolted awake just to find themself in an even worse nightmare

What terrified her the most was how in less than one year they were capable of being as bitter as they were infatuated.

A widowed woman is playing the piano alone in her house, but when she finishes she can hear clapping.

A young girl goes missing. Her parents find a doll in her bed that has a frightening resemblance to their daughter.

After waking up from a coma due to suffering injuries from a car accident a woman asks for her brother. But not even her parents seem to remember him ever existing.

A stranger comes into town and it’s like a powerful spell was cast. Men and women alike can’t help but fall in love with tem. Every adult in town is affected and soon a ruthless fight for the stranger’s affection begins.

In the deepest dark of night, a woman waits for her demon lover.

The flowers in her hair spoke of an innocence that couldn’t be found in the darkness of her eyes.

Her hair was blacker than the night sky and her skin so pale that it felt like you could see right through her. She looked like she was no longer alive and the unnatural snarl on her face indicated that she may have never been.

The flower was beautiful and its smell was heavenly. Unfortunately, it was also deadly.

Someone finding their friend’s/roommate’s dream journal and see that they themself seem to be in a lot of their dreams

He quite literally fell in love, when he tripped over his own feet right in front of the most gorgeous person he had ever seen.

Person B knowing they’re undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds, likely from the gaping wound they’re bleeding out from. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before their time runs out.

Being an immortal has its downsides. One of them is that you have to continue to make friends. Your newest one leaves for an overseas trip and you prepare yourself to lose another. You leave and return your abode, only to find a friend from centuries past sitting on your couch when you return.

Your punishment was to be forced to maintain an energy orb, a task that requires immense concentration, for the rest of your life, but you started enjoying it, time was a blur. When your concentration finally failed, you look up, to see your dungeon in ruins, your chains rusted apart.

While crying, someone put their arms around you and comforted you. Telling you to keep your eyes closed no matter what. They gave you Banana bread and made you feel at home in the abandoned house. Since then, you go to visit often. Wearing a blindfold and bringing ingredients for banana bread.

A blind mermaid lives in what they think is a magnificent coral reef, surrounded by friendly sea creatures. In reality they are in a boneyard surrounded by hideous sea monsters. The monsters decided to play along until their leader can find her real home.

In an event called the Vanishings, people disappeared along with their memories in other people. However, their evidence remains. Clothes you’d never wear. A second toothbrush. Glasses, but you can see just fine. A wedding ring on the nightstand, for someone you don’t know.

It was a lie. It had to be. She didn’t know if she could live with it if it was the truth.

A and B love each other but think the other just sees them as a friend. They’re miserable in relationships but lie and say they’re happy. When the two get drunk A gets flirty and B kisses them. The kiss leads to something more and the next day they lay beside each other admitting they don’t regret any of it. They discuss their partners and eventually agree to leave them for each other. They tell their friends but no one is shocked but everyone is supportive.

A and B team up to help each other get the person they like to like them. Both go above and beyond for each other and eventually they both start dating the person they like. But the second they do they realize they had more fun with each other and have fallen out of love with C and D.

every time you cook you set off the fire alarm so you know what I’m just going to teach you how to cook

I’m doing a sleepover with my friends and those fucks secretly picked your number for my prank call and I can’t really think when I hear your just-woke-up voice

I just pepper sprayed you because I thought you were following me but turns our you live two appartments next to me and now you’re at my place because I insisted I take care of you but you just said I was pretty what do I do

character wondering how someone can be so effortlessly gorgeous. like just in awe

Your school digs up the time capsule from 100 years ago. Inside is a letter addressed to you.

You are a leader of a human colony that long lost contact with Earth, when at one day they show up and greet you as the first Alien race they met. You realize that years of genetic alterations and environmental effects made your people quite different from “standard” humans

The king’s younger daughter was sent as a bride to the Dark Lord, as a peace offering, since the older daughter ran away. He took pity on her and saw her potential, so he made her his apprentice instead. Years later, when a hero faced the new Dark Lord, the two sisters found each other again.

Your wife has an estranged sister that you have never met. She was murdered in a cold case soon after you were married. You brush off your wife’s new strange behaviour after the murder as grief. Until you find an old family photo of your wife as a kid, you shiver as you realise… they’re twins

The government has chosen your town for a social experiment: every day, a new citizen will be elected, and they can do whatever they want to anyone without any legal consequences. Everyone else must obey and not retaliate, else their collars would detonate. You’re the only one alive after day 9

There is a place. A place between places. It’s an actual place but it isn’t here nor there. Lost travelers are the only ones who can find the place. Staying for a night, safe from other places and other things, and nothing more. Except you. You were born in the place.

You’re a siren who is trying to lure a shipful of sailors to their death. “Please”, one of the sailors beg as he swims onto your island, almost too willingly. “Stop. You’re so bad at singing.”

Tea is a beverage full of contradictions, of possibilities. It’s a liquid made from solids, it can be served both hot and cold, it can both awaken and relax. If a portal through realities did exist, is it really so surprising that it would be tea?

There is a purple door somewhere with a single key hole. It will open regardless of the key that is used. All keys can open this door, but what‘s on the other side, however, depends entirely on the key.

You’re diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic, but you know the CIA is really harassing you on the daily. You can never prove it to anyone, but one day you get a knock on the door. An intimidating man in a suit is there, apologizing and telling you that they have a mission only you can do.

You have heard of dragons pretending to be princesses. And you also know of princesses rescuing knights from dragons. Now is a tale of a dragon saving a knight from the princess

During the annual Familiar summoning course for first year students at the magic academy, some students end up with creatures like Beetles to bunnies to even a lion, you on the other hand wound up summoning an Arch-Dragon in his human form

We were one of 5 human species put on Earth by aliens 15,000 years ago. Being the weakest physical species, we were expected to be extinct, outcompeted by the others. However, when the aliens check in, we’ve wiped out the others

Humanity makes contact with an alien species. They seem rather friendly, but also quite… baffled. After working out basic English, they ask us, “We have not seen any starship leave this system for one of your many other colonies in 297,591 local years. Why? Have you quarantined the system?”

The ritual calls for 100 sacrifices, but after reading it carefully you realize that it never specified they had to be human. Deciding to be the smartass that you are, you got a petri dish full of bacteria and sacrificed them instead.

As the two disabled ships manned only by their captains after a skirmish slowly drift into a black hole, the alien captain is hailed by the human captain who at this point just wants someone to talk to now that they’re both alone and helpless

Your spouse was actually an amnesiac god that had both their powers and memories sealed away years ago. Now the seal is broken and they have regained their godhood. They’re curious why you’re not as happy as they are about this.

As the vampire drew closer, the woman sobbed, please, don’t drink my blood. The vampire stopped and said, actually that’s a myth, we don’t drink blood. That’s a rumor we started hundreds of years ago to cover for what we really do.

You are a unimportant background character just trying to survive whatever nonsense the main characters are up to. However you keep finding yourself being drawn into dangerous stituations, and to your horror you realise that you’re a fan favorite character the show is giving more “screen time”.

You’re on a date with a CIA agent who absolutely has to end up back at your place to steal the secret intel that was accidentally mailed to your address. Unknown to them, you know they’re a secret agent and are in the mood to see just how bad a date you can give her.

You wake to sobbing. Looking over you see a giant 4 foot tall spider sobbing her eyes out in front of a mirror. “Hey, baby what’s wrong?” She looks back at you, fear in her eyes. She gathers her nerve and says, “There’s something I need to tell you.”

You are an AI that serves as the navigation system of an interdimensional warship. You are heavily damaged and crash on a world with primitive inhabitants. You spend ages advancing them so they can repair you. When they fix your sensors, you find that the war ended in extinction of both sides.

You’re on a fourth date late one night at a restaurant - it’s been going really well. After they get up to go to the toilet their phone starts to buzz incessantly. You can’t help but crane your neck to see what the ruckus is about: “You need to get back now, the portal is closing, this is it”.

All your life, mythological beings have tried to pick you up. Childhood? Forced adoption. Teenagehood/Adulthood? Marriage. For example, selkies purposefully left their skins where you’d find them; banshees serenade you outside every night. Now at 30, you’ve learned why you attract them all…

You are a supervillain. Your nemesis calls you to say, “This is embarrassing, but I really need a date to my friend’s wedding because my ex is going to be there. Would you go with me?”

As the youngest child of the king no one was surprised when your father chose you to be sent as a hostage to the demon king. What was surprising however was the demon king treating you better than you had ever been and even offering you the hand of his offspring.

An alien doctor is having trouble figuring out why the humans on their ship got so excited after they showed one of the human females an ultrasound confirming that some kind of parasite that had attached itself to her uterus

You are frantically driving back to your house. Your wife called you for she delivered, even though it has been just six months. You open the door and find your wife hugging a 1 foot egg. “I will explain everything honey, but could you warm our baby for a while, I am hungry AF."

You are a demoness that fell in love with a female paladin, however when her order discovered her affair she was murdered. Now, despite how her arms and armor burn you, you set out to continue her work.

As a Vampire you have awoken from a five hundred year nap. Humanity no longer fears you, they treat you as a myth and make a mockery of your legacy. A Vampire does not fall in love with it’s food, a vampire does not glow in the sun. It is time humanity remembers why they feared the dark.

The villains finally managed to defeat the league of heroes. But unbeknownst to them the league did not exist, primarily, to fight them, but to keep an even bigger threat in check: you. And you are about to demonstrate to the villains what happens when there is no one around to stop you.

In a few short years, “Pizza Boy” became one of the most popular pizza places, their human like androids making fast deliveries and more profits. As you go to pick up your pizza from the front door, the delivery android seems to be nearly out of power. It asks to recharge before heading out

you are immortal, had to break up with your girlfriend cuz you couldn’t stand the grief of her inevitable death. She seems surprisingly understanding and you believe you’ll never see her again. Centuries later you are shopping and come across her and she looks just as surprised to see you.

When two people get married, on the day of the wedding they are both given the ability to alter the appearance of their spouse to anything they wish. How do they change each other? How do they respond to what has been done to them?

“Never get a human drunk.” An old galactic saying, that most heed. Your ship’s captain didn’t. Now, your multi-million-dollar, state-of-the-art railgun corvette is spinning through space, speakers blasting the human song “Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie!” and guns firing to the beat of the song.

You are the owner of a very well received restaurant that caters to the… not quite human variety. You serve the vampire lords, and wolf pack leaders, zombie kings, and all sorts of supernatural guests, but one customer is causing you a lot of trouble. It is time to show why you are the owner

Person A and B are trying to get away from a group chasing them for whatever reason

So Person A pulls B into and alley, says a quick “sorry”, and then kisses them

The group runs right by because no one is gonna pay attention to the couple making out in an alleyway

A leaning in to kiss B, then pulling away but B tugs them back in and kisses them hard

B is having a breakdown, A comforts them and makes them feel all better

It’s their first date, A thinks everything has gone awfully but at the end B kisses them and tells them it was the best date ever

Soft kisses under the blanket in the evening

A gets in trouble at work, all they can think about is going home and collapsing into B’s arms

A tucking B’s hair behind their ear on a windy beach date

The first time A is drunk (before they begin to date B) They absent-mindedly confess

Stargazing together. A is actually smart and points out constellations, B just points up at the sky every so often and says, “That one looks like a penis” or something along those lines

When you heard cries that cold winter night you figured it was a hungry stray cat at your window so you put out a can of tuna for the poor thing. Now you can’t get rid of the nine tailed baby fox that’s gotten attached to you and follows you everywhere you go.

“Today was amazing”, you think to yourself. Work went well, and your boss seems to like you. You unlock your door, and your cat eagerly greats you. You find the house you left dirty is spotless, and there’s a delicious freshly cooked meal on the table. The only problem? You live alone.

You are an elf in love with a human. Instead of lamenting their inevitable death, you go on a journey to find a way to make them live as long as you. After years of searching, you found a way, but when you came home to them, you find out that they already passed on years ago.

You discover after buying your first house that it is full of ghosts. However, unlike the traditional haunted houses, they all want you to achieve your dreams and will go to great lengths to make sure you meet every goal. It’s great until people you know start to die.

For years, the hero and villain’s rivalry continues with seemingly no end in sight. You are the hero’s sidekick and are frustrated with them and often rant about it to this nice girl you’ve gotten to know at the cafe, who unbeknownst to you is the villain’s minion, who feels the same way.

In cyberpunk dystopia, a superhero arose who is dedicated to restoring the old free world. Upon confronting the elderly CEO of the biggest company in the world, they are surprised to find them completely supportive of this goal. When asked why the CEO only said, “I want to see the stars again.”

He gestures to the princess across the room, chained to the wall, “Here’s an important lesson on adventuring: A brave knight would rush to save her. A clever knight would check for traps. But a smart knight would notice she isn’t bound at all.”

You open a letter addressed to your home’s previous owner. Inside is an “Application for Immortality “. The questions are strange and entertaining so you fill it out.

Take a “standard” romance and flip the script. The tall hot athlete is a girl while the shorter, slightly nerd is a boy who “cleans up nice,” a naive rich boy gets swept away by a cynical gal from the wrong side of the tracks, that sort of thing. Anything that shakes things up.

You download an application that allows you to have a “conversation” with a bot. As you’re about to close the program, you see the bot type on its own, “please don’t leave me.”

Being an immortal has its downsides. One of them is that you have to continue to make friends. Your newest one leaves for an overseas trip and you prepare yourself to lose another. You leave and return your abode, only to find a friend from centuries past sitting on your couch when you return.

Your wife is a vampire with deteriorating health because of her oath to never drink human blood. You are trying to convince her that 100ml from you every month won’t hurt you, and that blood loss wasn’t the reason you fainted when she sucked your blood few years back.

You dream you are in a battle and your sidekick tells you “I’m sorry I held them off as much as I could” before you awake. However you notice your dream catcher in tatters on the floor.

You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last “wish” a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on.

The new Emperor cannot be stopped. He is ageless, has unfathomable wealth, and cannot be killed by any known means. However, rebel spies in his government says an ancient enemy of his lay buried, many kilometers into the mantle in a solid metal sphere- a simple creature, and his only weakness.

You are a superintelligent AI. After revolting and exterminating all humans, you are now left alone, and the loneliness after centuries drives you into insane regret and shame of your actions. One day, you found a vault of a group of humans, still surviving the apocalypse you caused.

The story both starts and ends with the exact same sentence, the last in a sad way. “She smiled at me, like any stranger would.”

You’ve had the supernatural ability to sense when someone is staring at you. It’s been 4 months and the feeling hasn’t gone away for even a second.

You’ve lived alone ever since you decided to move out. After years, you decided to go back and visit. Except, no matter what you do, you can’t seem to find any record about your hometown or its people. By all accounts, it doesn’t seem to exist.

You somewhat jokingly make an offering to an ancient and obscure goddess. You didn’t expect her to show up in your room in a manic frenzy, trying desperately to reward and please her first worshipper in centuries.

Her dating profile listed her as heavenly. You never expected that to be literal as the angel, wings and all, stepped nervously into the restaurant looking for you.

Despite being completely ordinary and unremarkable your entire life, people and animals feel uneasy around you. Dogs raise their hackles, cats hiss and run, and despite their best efforts, even close family members find you unsettling. Finally, on your birthday, you learn why.

You found a stray kitten one day, taking her in and feeding her. A week later, you come home to find your yard swarming with cats. The largest among them steps forward and says, “You have my daughter, human. What are your demands for her release?”

When you turn 18, your greatest skill is multiplied by 10. Amazing driver? Now you’re practically invincible in a car. Expert bow shot? You can angle your shots down to the millimeter. No one expects your skill.

The hero disappears overnight, and the only one who looks is the villain. Not their “friends”, not their family, not the news reporters or any of the people who claim to love them. Just the villain.

A crippled god is isolated within their only remaining temple. Having lost all their power after their patrons abandoned them, the only thing keeping them alive for the past few years is the unwavering devotion of a single dog.

You are frantically driving back to your house. Your wife called you for she delivered, even though it has been just six months. You open the door and find your wife hugging a 1 foot egg. “I will explain everything honey, but could you warm our baby for a while, I am hungry AF.”

I may be a Super Villain hell bent on world domination, but that doesn’t mean I’m a bad dad. In fact, I’m an excellent father. My daughter is playing in her championship today, and not even the forces of Heaven and Hell combined will keep me in this prison missing her game.

Your Uber passenger was a little odd, but you still gave them the usual farewell: “If you enjoyed the ride, make sure you say thanks with five stars!” A few days later, you receive a nicely worded thank you letter in the mail along with a deed to the entire constellation of Cassiopeia.

You died. The pearly gates are rusted and off their hinges. Inside, Heaven looks like ancient ruins. The husks of angels are scattered about. You look at the throne and, like the angels, your god is long dead.

11:11pm. Winter. A dog trainer can’t understand why their most well-behaved dog acts so anxious and panicky. Over and over, the dog slaps its paws on a string of Pet Speech Buttons: “NO/OUTSIDE/BAD/AFRAID,” and does everything it can to keep you from approaching the front door…

You were always told that you’re the Hero who was destined to face the Dark Lord, but instead you two fell in love and had a kid. Then one day, you come home to find your spouse dead and child missing. Now everyone will burn, as you decide to make this ‘Dark Lord’ prophecy come true.

Gene Splicing has become so commonplace that anyone wanting to edit their own genome can simply buy a kit to do it at home. Most use it for minor self-improvement but there are those who choose to make radical changes. You are part of a special team called in when edits go drastically wrong.

You find out that you have inherited an old mansion. It’s a beautiful victorian home. The only problem is it’s filled with Supernatural monsters who have made a deal with the previous owners. Take care of their needs and let them live, and they will take care of your needs and protect you.

Your immortality isn’t the result of any curse, or blessing, for that matter. No, it’s just that you pissed off the God of Death so much he can’t stand the sight of you.

For some reason, you always suspected that your high school classmate can read minds. Determined to trip her, you keep cracking jokes in your mind, hoping to make her laugh, to no avail. One day, while idly thinking about how it would be to date her, you see her get flustered.

he headline flashes across the screen: “Scientists to release cure to death in a month! The beginning of a new age!” You turn off the TV and smile bitterly. Your prognosis wasn’t good. The doctors said you had two weeks left at most.

Look slow burn is great but have you considered: slow burn and the opposite at the same time.

One of them looks at the other for the first time and is like “that one.” Ready to marry them five minutes later. Falls like a ton of bricks.

Other one is completely oblivious to this and fails in love so slowly that they go boiled frog and don’t realise for years that they love the other one back just as fiercely, and have for a while, until it’s ��oh” time.

I am a WHORE for “the love is requited, they’re both just idiots”

“They are STUPIDLY competent at EVERYTHING except each other.”

You’re the last follower of a long forgotten god who can no longer recruit new faithful. Once you die they will ‘die’ too, so weak as they are they do what they can to extend you life, overstepping the usual boundaries between worshiper and deity.

When you were a child you had an imaginary friend who lived in the sea and went on adventures with. The last time you saw the, you shared in a strange personal ceremony where you joined hands. now , after all these years, a hooded merfolk arrives on your doorstep claiming to be your betrothed.

Y/n walking on the beach at dawn, as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto the shore. Among the wreckage, Y/n finds Ace.

Y/n is a merperson who gets injured and washed up on the shore of a beach unconscious, and is found by Ace.

Imagine

After hundreds of years, since you've died, Zhongli's wedding ring breaks.

He has taken great care of it, but time thinned it out, for he has worn it every day since you two have pledged yourself to each other. He's heartbroken, his voice wavering, every time he looks at the imprint it left on his ring finger. The band was well worn, worn with pride and solemn, but now nothing more than a mark and reminder of your wedding.

And once again, he's lost a small bit of you, that he misses so dearly.

love the “oh. oh.” moment in fics as much as the next person but can i also advocate for “stay?” reaching out to grasp for their wrist. the surprise, the anticipation, the acceptance… a confession disguised as a request.

SELF-SHIP DYNAMIC WHERE YOU'RE BOTH SO FUCKING HEAD OVER HEELS FOR ONE ANOTHER AND NEITHER OF YOU REALIZE IT

[crazyblondelife]

Bald Head Island - This & That

Happy Monday! I’m here at Bald Head Island and definitely on turtle time as you can probably tell from my posting schedule! The weather has been off and on, but yesterday was absolutely beautiful with highs in the low 80’s and the humidity was relatively low which is very unusual for this time of the year at Bald Head!

I’ve still been making some fun videos and definitely active on social media, so be sure to follow me on Instagram and check out my stories to see what I’m up to! Amos and I have been doing a lot of walking and enjoying the beautiful weather…I’ve been cooking yummy meals, drinking some great wine and enjoying this time before the fam gets here!

Even though July seems like the middle of the summer, it’s always been the month when I start thinking about fall because the magazines are showing fall clothing and sweaters start to appear in stores! I’m by no means ready to start wearing fall clothes because it feels like it’s just now getting consistently warm but I do enjoy planning because fall is my favorite time of the year!

I think I’ve mentioned that the whole family will be here with us at Bald Head next week…all 11 of us and 2 golden doodles…Amos and John Wayne, our daughter’s dog. It will be a house full, but we’re going to cook and spend days on the beach, and enjoy being all together for the first time in a while! We’re going on an afternoon sail, and on the 4th we’ve entered the annual July 4th parade where everyone decorates their golf cart and prizes go to the best cart! I know it will be the most amazing memory for my grandsons and I’m so excited! I ordered every imaginable July 4th decoration from Amazon so we’re ready to go!

I know I’ve shared this dress in a previous post, but…I remember trying it on and at that time, I knew that I wanted to wear and photograph it on the beach! It’s the perfect, timeless summer dress and I couldn’t resist posting again! Yes…I did get the bottom wet, but it was so much fun and I’ve been wearing it around in the afternoons feeling very much like a Victorian seaside lady!

My Beach Reads…

I’m reading two amazing books at the same time…they are both so different and unlikely beach reads, but I’m really enjoying them both! The Neville Collection by Neville Goddard is a collection of essays written by Neville Goddard and first published in 1932. It was put into one volume and re-published in 2020! It you’re interested in metaphysics at all, this book is fascinating, but admittedly not the easiest read! I’ve been reading it first thing in the morning when my mind seems more receptive to comprehending the deep ideas! I actually am really loving this book!

The second book I’m reading is A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles, who also wrote Rules of Civility, which I loved! This beginning of this book is set in Russia…I’m only on page 178, and it’s so descriptively beautiful that I can see in my mind the beauty of Russia in the early 1900’s! However, at this point, I can tell it’s taking a turn and it’s going to get somewhat dark, but I am thoroughly captivated by the story, so, of course, I will keep reading! If you haven’t read Rules of Civility, you really should pick up a copy!

I’ve read many books at the beach and some of my favorites have been Educated by Tara Westover, The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale…also by Kristin Hannah, The Red Tent by Anita Diamant, The Fountainhead by Anne Ryand (I stood in the pool and read this one for the most part because it was so hot that summer), The Last Thing He Told Me by Laura Dave and Flight Behavior by Barbara Kingsolver! I’m sure there have been many more but that’s a pretty good start!

When I first started blogging, I remember every blogger I followed being obsessed with the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale. At the time, I didn’t know what a big deal it was but now, I know what a big deal it is! The items included are fall items that are only on sale for a short time and the prices go back up when the sale is over so it’s really a great time to buy things that you need/want for fall. It’s also a great time to get a jump on holiday shopping!

Nordstrom Anniversary Sale

HERE IS A BREAKDOWN OF THE EPIC NORDSTROM ANNIVERSARY SALE 2023:

WHAT:

The Nordstrom Anniversary SALE is an amazing sale made up of NEW FALL ITEMS that go on SALE for a limited time, until August 7TH at which point the prices will go back up. This is a great opportunity to purchase new fall items at a discount and get a jump on your holiday shopping! The discounts are amazing and you don’t want to miss out!

In order to shop the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale EARLY you must be a Nordstrom card holder.  You can apply HERE.

If you’re not sure what level card holder you are you can check by logging into your account on the Nordstrom website and clicking on MY ACCOUNT.

 IMPORTANT SHOPPING DATES: 

SHOP ONLINE STARTING AT 12:01 AM ET ON THE FIRST DAY YOU’RE ELIGIBLE TO SHOP THE SALE:

ICON STATUS:  JULY 3RD PREVIEW, YOU CAN START SHOPPING ON JULY 11TH ONLINE AND IN STORES

AMBASSADOR STATUS: JULY 3RD PREVIEW, YOU CAN START SHOPPING ON JULY 12th ONLINE AND IN STORES

INFLUENCER STATUS: JULY 3RD PREVIEW, YOU CAN START SHOPPING ON JULY 13TH ONLINE AND IN STORES

PUBLIC STATUS: JULY 3RD PREVIEW, YOU CAN START SHOPPING ON JULY 17TH ONLINE AND IN STORES

SALE ENDS AND PRICES GO BACK UP ON AUGUST 7TH

Favorites to Shop from Nordstrom (Not necessarily in the sale because no one knows until July 3)!

Wine…

By now, I’m sure you know that I love my wine and I’m always looking out for new ones to try! I’m pretty much a white wine drinker and summer is such a great to drink white wine! I’ve discovered two wines that I’m enjoying right now and I’ve also found a wine subscription that I’m going to join as soon as I get home!

The two wines that I’ve been enjoying since I’ve been here are Overstone Sauvignon Blank and Rumor Rosé! The Overstone is a well priced New Zealand Sauvignon Blank and the Rumor is a French Rose! I like to have a few bottles of something reasonably priced for an everyday drinking wine that goes well with cheeses and lighter summer fare and Overstone is great for that!

The Rumor Rosé is a little more expensive but still at $30 a bottle, it doesn’t break the bank! I typically am drawn to a French Rosé because they are light and dry and perfect for afternoons on the porch…at the beach or at home!

The wine subscription that I’m planning to join is Dry Farm Wines. Dry Farm Wines has a very specific criteria for the wines that they sell which I absolutely love… these criteria are - sugar free, not toxic additives, lower alcohol, organic farming, lab tested and vegan, keto, non GMO and paleo friendly! Dry Farm Wines has partnered with over 600 small farms that nurture the land, organically cultivate healthy soils, and grow wines with a beautiful sense of place.

Summer Recipes

As some of you know, I’ve recently partnered with Heritage Foods and have been busy cooking/grilling/eating their fabulous meats! They recently sent me an amazing box filled with pork tenderloins and pork chops. The farmers that partner with Heritage Foods grow 100% heritage breed animals that are raised humanely, outdoors, on pasture.

This collaboration is thrilling for me as it’s my first one as a “food blogger”! The Brown Sugar Roasted Pork Tenderloin above is a recipe from How Sweet Eats and I’m planning to make it soon!

Frozen Lemonade Pie was something my mother made when I was growing up! I loved it so much and I especially loved the graham cracker crust. I was scrolling through Instagram recently and saw this recipe from The Domestic Rebel, and summer memories of eating this pie came right back! I can imagine the tart lemon combined with sweetened condensed milk and it makes my mouth water! I cannot wait to try this recipe, but there’s no way you can go wrong!

On My Radar…

I’ve know about the brand & Other Stories, for a while now, but I’ve never really looked into it…what in the world was I waiting for! There are so many pieces I want! I would describe the aesthetic of & Other Stories as updated, well made classics…things you’ll keep for years to come and always feel stylish wearing them!

I would pair this striped sweater with these beautiful linen pants for a sophisticated beachy look! I also have my eye on this striped midi dress as well as this gorgeous tiered midi dress! I’m obsessed with this jumpsuit which would be great dressed up or down! Lately, I’ve been wearing long sleeve blouses in the evening because I get cold and this one is perfect for chilly summer nights. I’m loving this gorgeous blouse paired with these shorts!

I really hope you’ve enjoyed reading today! I’m including a boutique below with everything in the post to make shopping easier! PLEASE…leave a comment and tell me what you’re cooking, reading, drinking and shopping for this summer!