#full version is for me and skye only

[kaybeemes]

is there anything better than adoring lovestruck kabru? no the answer is no

[fanfics4world]

Chapter 8: ¿Mom?

After the incident with Uliana, the hallway of Merlin Academy was filled with murmurs and whispers. Students milled about, some still in shock from what had happened. Red, Chloe, Bridget and Ella stood together, trying to distract themselves by talking about the homecoming dance.

“Do you have a date for the dance yet, Bridget?” asked Red, trying to ease the tension in the air. Before Bridget could answer, a familiar voice was heard behind them.

“Yeah, Bridget, do you have a date for the dance yet?”

The girls turned to see Skye approaching, her beaming smile lighting up the hallway. When Red saw Skye, she felt time stand still. Her heart pounded and a mixture of emotions washed over her. There she was, in front of her, the young version of her deceased mother. Skye looked so alive, so full of energy and determination. Red felt a pang of grief at the memory of her mother's last moments, but also a spark of hope at seeing her again, even if it was in the past.

Bridget, with a mischievous smile, approached Skye, her eyes sparkling playfully. “Well, I'll go with my girlfriend” Bridget said, wanting to play a little.

Skye feigned a pout, her lips forming an exaggerated grimace of sadness. “In that case, I'll have to find another date” Skye replied, turning away as if she was about to leave.

Before she could take a step, Bridget grabbed her by the collar of her jacket and pulled her to her, their lips meeting in a kiss.

“Don't you dare” Bridget murmured against her lips, her voice full of love and determination.

Skye smiled against Bridget's lips, her eyes full of joy and complicity.

“So, will you be my date for the dance?” asked Skye, her voice soft and hopeful.

“Of course” Bridget replied without hesitation before jumping up and down in excitement, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“We have to try on dresses, but now! We only have two days” she said, her voice full of urgency and excitement.

Skye nodded, sharing Bridget's excitement, who grabbed Skye's hand and, without wasting a second, began to quickly drag her up the stairs.

“See you girls!” said Bridget goodbye, her voice echoing down the hall as they climbed the stairs.

The full moon was dimly illuminating the Black Lagoon, creating eerie shadows on the water. Red and Chloe crouched behind some bushes, their hearts pounding as they waited for the villains to arrive. The air was thick with tension and the sound of whispering and footsteps drew ever closer.

Suddenly, they heard a familiar voice. 

“I'm going to kill her, I'm going to cut the tentacles off that pathetic attempt of a villain and shove them down the throats of her bunch of smug minions” said Skye in a furious voice. Chloe and Red looked at each other, their eyes reflecting concern and surprise. 

“Skye, please stop, it's not worth it” Bridget pleaded.

Skye stopped dead in her tracks, her body shaking with pent up fury. She turned to face her girlfriend, her eyes flashing with determination. She was tired of someone as good as Bridget wasting her kindness on someone like Uliana.

“What's not worth it? I'm not going to stand idly by while Uliana and her gang mess with you and threaten you” Skye said, frustrated and angry. She looked at Bridget, searching her face for answers.

“Would you have told me?” she asked, Bridget looked at her.

“If Ella hadn't told me, would you have told me?”

Bridget fell silent, her silence speaking louder than any words. She looked down, unable to hold the intensity of Skye's gaze. That lack of response was enough for Skye to understand the truth.

“Why? You told me yourself that I didn't have to hide anything from you. That you were there for me. So why would you keep it from me?” said Skye in a broken voice.

Skye's words were laden with deep sadness and betrayal. Each syllable seemed to hang heavy in the air, filling the space between them with a palpable tension.

Bridget was about to respond when a noise from behind some bushes interrupted them. Skye, her senses alert, drew her sword in one swift, fluid motion.

“Who's there?” asked Skye in a firm voice.

From the bushes Chloe and Red emerged, their faces reflecting a mixture of surprise and nervousness. Bridget, surprised, approached Skye, trying to calm the situation.

“Girls, what are you doing here?” asked Bridget, surprised. Skye glanced at Bridget before turning her gaze to the newcomers, her eyes full of distrust.

“Do you know them?” asked Skye in a serious voice.

Bridget nodded quickly, trying to ease the tension. “Yes, that's Chloe and Red, the exchange students Ella mentioned this morning” she explained.

Skye watched the girls for a moment longer before putting her sword away, her expression softening slightly. “Sorry for pulling the sword out. I thought you were someone from Uliana's gang” Skye said in a calmer voice offering them an apologetic smile.

“Girls, what are you doing in the Black Lagoon? It's dangerous out here” Bridget asked.

Red exchanged a quick glance with Chloe before answering. “We wanted to see what Uliana was up to” Red said catching Skye's attention, which brought an idea to her mind.

“Will you tell me what you find out?” asked Skye. Bridget opened her mouth to scold Skye, but Skye quickly interrupted her. “I promise I won't do anything to Uliana, but if you won't let me confront her, at least let me know if she's up to something, if I know what she's up to, I'll be able to stop her. I promise to leave all her tentacles intact... or well, almost all of them”

Bridget looked at Skye with a mixture of exasperation and affection before turning her gaze to Red and Chloe. She knew she couldn't change her girlfriend's mind. With a resigned sigh, she nodded.

“Alright, but be careful”

Then, Bridget took Skye's hand, her tone softening.

“Come on, let's get back to the academy. It's starting to get cold already” she said.

Skye waved goodbye to the girls.

Skye and Bridget walked back to Merlin Academy, the night air growing colder and colder. Bridget hugged herself, trying to keep warm, but her shivering was evident.

Skye, ever attentive to detail, noticed how cold her girlfriend felt. Without a second thought, she removed her leather jacket and placed it gently over Bridget's shoulders.

“You need it more than I do”

Bridget looked up, surprised and grateful. Her eyes met Skye's, and in that moment, all the love and concern they felt for each other became palpable.

“Thank you” Bridget murmured.

Skye smiled, but Bridget's expression turned serious as she remembered the earlier conversation. Bridget broke the silence, her voice barely a whisper.

“Skye, I'm sorry...I...I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to get in trouble for defending me. After you beat up Hook because of me…” said Bridget in a chagrined voice.

Skye stopped suddenly, interrupting Bridget. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of love and frustration.

“Not because of you, but because I love you, Bridget. I love you so much I'd burn the damn academy down for you. It hurts me to watch those idiots mess with you” Skye said. Bridget moved closer to her, her eyes full of tenderness. Without a word, she kissed her softly. Then, they pressed their foreheads together, sharing a moment of intimacy.

“I love you too, Skye. And I'm sorry, but standing up to them doesn't make you a better person than them” Bridget said in a soft voice. Skye looked down, feeling a pang of guilt.

“Maybe I do look like my mother after all”

Bridget held Skye's face with both hands, forcing her to look her in the eye. “You don't look like her. Listen to me, Skye. You're kind, empathetic, and you care about others. You're someone who doesn't hesitate to risk everything to do the right thing. You're a good person, you're not like her” Bridget said in a firm voice.

Bridget's words resonated in Skye's heart, filling her with a comforting warmth.

When Red and Chloe arrived at Bridget's room to ask her about the recipe book, it was Skye who opened the door.

“Can I help you?” asked Skye with a raised eyebrow.

“We're looking for Bridget” replied Chloe quickly.

“She's gone off for a moment to look at some of the dress for the dance, but she shouldn't be long. If you want, you can wait for her inside” said Skye opening the door a little wider to let them in.

Red and Chloe exchanged a glance before accepting the invitation. Skye closed the door behind them. Once inside, Skye turned to them, her expression curious.

“Did you find out anything about what Uliana was up to?”

Red was quick to reply, trying to sound convincing. “Uliana was simply humiliated, but I don't think she's a threat” Red lied, knowing that she and Chloe were actually planning to stop Uliana.

Skye thanked them, her voice reflecting a mixture of gratitude and frustration. “Sometimes I wish Bridget wouldn't be so nice to people who don't deserve it” she said sighing.

“Lucky she has her knight in shining armour” Chloe commented. Skye laughed, a sound that lightened the charged atmosphere a little.

“What can I say? The things you do for love” Skye said with a smile, her tone light and full of affection.

Red was silent, her thoughts returning to her own mother. Skye's phrase echoed in her mind, bringing with it a surge of emotions. She remembered how her mother changed drastically after Skye's death. 

The love that had once been her driving force had become a source of unbearable pain. Her mother, unable to bear the loss, had transformed into the tyrannical Queen of Hearts, her heart hardened by suffering.

Red thought back to the days before the tragedy, when her mother had been a different person. She had been kind, loving, and full of life. But Skye's death had left a void that nothing could fill. The love she felt for Skye had become an open wound, and in her desperation to protect herself from the pain, her mother had closed her heart to the world. 

As she watched Skye, Red couldn't help but feel a deep sadness. She knew that love could be a powerful force, capable of inspiring great acts of bravery and sacrifice. But she also knew it could be destructive, driving people to do things they could never have imagined. 

Her mother had become a tyrant not because she lacked love, but because she had too much, because she couldn't handle the pain of losing the person she loved more than anything else in the world.

“Maybe you can help us. We're looking for the sorcerer's cookbook” Red said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Skye nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. “Bridget has a lot of cookbooks. I'll take a look” she said heading towards the bookshelf.

As Skye searched through the books, Red noticed something on a dresser. It was a mirror, but not just any mirror. Its surface seemed to glow with a light of its own.

“Is that the magic mirror?” asked Red, pointing to the object. Skye turned, following Red's gaze.

“Yes, it's the magic mirror. It's Bridget's, it's been in the Heart family for years” explained Skye, a hint of pride in her voice.

“Would you mind if we took a... well, a look at it?” asked Red, trying to sound casual. Skye smiled, understanding the girls' curiosity.

“If you guys don't say anything, neither do I” replied Skye, before turning to continue looking for the book.

A few minutes later, they heard the door open and Red hurried to put the mirror back in its place. Bridget walked in, at first surprised to see the girls, but her face quickly lit up with a cheerful smile.

“Hi, girls!” greeted Bridget enthusiastically.

“Did you do everything you had to do?” asked Skye. Bridget nodded, moving closer to her.

“Yeah, and I took the opportunity to buy some ginger tea that we were running low on” Bridget replied, holding out a small box.

Skye looked at the girls and offered them a smile. “Do you want to stay for tea?”,

Red hesitated for a moment, but Chloe quickly responded, a smile on her face.

“It would be a pleasure” Chloe said.

As they sipped tea, Chloe looked around the room in wonder, admiring every detail.

Bridget and Skye's room at Merlin Academy was a perfect reflection of their personalities and their love of Wonderland. Upon entering, the first thing that caught the eye was the vibrant touches of pink and red that adorned the walls and furniture. The soft pink of the curtains and cushions contrasted beautifully with the deep red of the rugs and blankets, creating a warm and cosy atmosphere.

In the centre of the room, a double bed dominated the space. The immaculate white bedspread was decorated with delicate pink and red embroidery, forming floral patterns that seemed to come to life in the soft light of the lamps. The cushions, in shades of pink and red, were neatly arranged, inviting anyone to sink into their comfort.

The walls were adorned with gilt-framed pictures and mirrors, each telling a story from Wonderland. There were illustrations of enchanted gardens, pocket watches and teacups, all elements that evoked the magic and mystery of their home.

The floor was covered with a red velvet carpet, so soft it seemed to float underfoot. To one side of the bed, a white bedside table held a lamp with a pink lace shade. At the other end of the room, a bookshelf filled with recipe books and magic potions displayed Bridget's passion for cooking and magic.

“Did you decorate it yourselves?” asked Chloe, her eyes roaming the walls and furniture.

“All credit to Bridget” Skye replied with a smile. “I grew up surrounded by white, so I don't understand much about colour schemes”

Red looked around the room, noting the vibrant colours and unique decor. “Where I come from, there are rules against all this” Red said, pointing to the room.

Bridget, with an innocent expression, asked. “Who would be against fun?”

“The queen” Red replied, her tone serious. “That is, my mother”

Skye nodded, understanding perfectly. “I know what that's like. In the White Kingdom there is no life or colour, only perfection. My mother thought fun was a waste of time for me. I didn't attend a real ball until Bridget invited me to the ball her mother hosted at the Castle of Hearts” Skye explained.

Red became aware of the life her mother had led. The stiffness and lack of colour in her childhood contrasted sharply with the warmth and joy Bridget had brought into her life.

Chloe looked at Skye and Bridget curiously. “I thought your families were enemies” commented Chloe.

“They are” replied Bridget. “There is a border that separates the White Kingdom and the Kingdom of Hearts”

“But one day, after an argument with my mother, I crossed the border and met a certain pink-haired princess who I fell madly in love with. And here we are now” continued Skye, with a nostalgic smile.

Watching the young versions of her mothers, interacting with each other, Red felt a mixture of nostalgia and sadness. She remembered when she was little, when her mother was still alive and Bridget hadn't become the tyrannical Queen of Hearts. The laughter and knowing glances between Skye and Bridget brought back memories of happier times, when their family was united and love flowed unrestricted. Seeing them like this, so young and in love, reminded her of what she had lost, but also gave her a glimpse of what could have been. Red realised how much Bridget had changed since then, and a part of her wished she could go back to those days, before it all fell apart.

She saw the kindness and love they shared, and that gave her the strength to go on with her mission. Red silently vowed that she would do everything she could to protect that love and keep Bridget from becoming the tyrant she knew.

They spent some more time talking until Skye realized that Red and Chloe had come looking for something.

“You came looking for a cookbook, didn't you?” asked Skye, remembering their initial purpose.

“Yes, the sorcerer's cookbook” replied Red.

Bridget shook her head. “Unfortunately, I don't have it. As it is a forbidden book, Merlin will have it confined to his chambers and enchanted so that no bad people can touch it”

Red nodded, understanding the situation. “Well, we should be going now. We've enjoyed having tea”

As Red and Chloe left the room, Bridget closed the door behind them. Then, she turned to Skye with a playful smile.

“So you saw a pink-haired princess and fell madly in love, huh?” asked Bridget, with a twinkle in her eye.

Skye smiled and walked over to her, grabbing Bridget's hips and pulling her to herself.

“You should look in the mirror more often, because I'm sure you're the only wonder in Wonderland” Skye replied in a soft voice.

After her argument with Chloe, Red found herself in the courtyard of Merlin Academy, sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree. The cool afternoon air helped her calm down, but her mind was still scrambled.

“Are you okay?”

Red turned her head and saw Skye. She forced a smile and nodded.

“Yeah, I'm fine” Red replied, but her tone didn't convince Skye, who sat down next to her.

Several minutes passed in a comfortable silence, the kind of silence that doesn't need to be filled with words. Red stared at the ground, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. She felt a mixture of frustration and sadness. Finally, she decided to break the silence, her voice barely a whisper.

“Do you ever think about what your mother was like when she was young?”

Skye was silent for a few seconds, staring off into the horizon before admitting the truth.

“Yes, I used to” Skye said. “I used to wonder how it was that my mother became the perfectionist, cold queen I knew. The queen who always reminded me how disappointed she was in me and who only saw me as a tool. But then I realised that, whatever it was, it would never justify the things she did to me”

Red could relate, her own experiences resonating with Skye's words. She felt a lump in her throat, a mixture of anger and sadness that she had been suppressing for a long time.

“My mother hates my style, my way of thinking... you know, she hates everything about me” Red confessed, her voice full of sadness.

Skye looked at her, knowing exactly how she felt. There was a silent understanding between them, a connection that went beyond words.

“If I ever had a daughter, apart from having Bridget's baking skills, I'd love to have a daughter who could think for herself” Skye said, with a soft smile.

At that moment, Red couldn't hold back any longer. The emotions she had been suppressing for so long finally overwhelmed her. With a determined move, she threw herself at Skye and hugged her tightly. Feeling the warmth and solidity of her mother's body, even if it was a young and unfamiliar version of her, was like a balm to her wounded soul.

Tears began to well up in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably. It was a cry of relief, of sadness and of love. Holding Skye again, after so many years of absence and pain, was an almost surreal experience. Red closed her eyes, allowing herself to lose herself in the moment, feeling every beat of Skye's heart against her own.

For Skye, the embrace was unexpected, but she didn't reject it. She felt the intensity of Red's emotions, and though she didn't fully understand why, she responded with a warm, comforting hug. Her hands gently caressed Red's back, trying to offer her the comfort she clearly needed.

Red clung to Skye as if her life depended on it. In that embrace, she found a connection that transcended time and space. It was a bridge between the past and the future, a moment of understanding and love that gave her the strength to carry on. She felt her mother's unconditional love, something she had longed for desperately since her death.

The embrace lasted several minutes, but for Red, it seemed like an eternity. Every second was a gift, a chance to heal the wounds in her heart. Though she knew this Skye was unaware of her true identity, the gesture of love and support was enough to fill the emptiness she had felt for so long.

Finally, Red pulled away slightly, her eyes still filled with tears, but with a new determination shining in them.

I will save you, I will never lose you again.

The room was dark, lit only by the dim light of a table lamp. Red sat on the bed, holding the silver rose pendant Skye had given her. Her thoughts were tangled in a whirlwind of emotions and difficult decisions. From the bathroom, the sound of running water could be heard as Chloe took a quick shower.

“What should I do? If I take out Uliana now, Skye won't have to pay the consequences... But can I really change the past without causing more damage?” thought Red, stroking the pendant tenderly.

The bathroom door opened and Chloe stepped out, her wet hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. “It's really pretty, you know?” said Chloe, smiling as she dried her hair.

Red looked up, surprised by the interruption. Her eyes met Chloe's before returning to the pendant.

“My mother gave it to me before... well, you know” Red replied with a wistful smile.

Chloe walked over and sat next to Red on the bed, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“I'm sorry, Red. It must be hard for you to be here, in the past, with everything you know” Chloe said softly.

“I don't want to go back to a future without Skye. Maybe...maybe I could warn her, find a way to keep her from leaving Wonderland” Red replied, nodding with a crack in her voice.

“We can't do that, Red” Chloe said determinedly.

Red sighed, knowing that Chloe was right.

“I feel like I've failed her” Red said in a shaky voice looking at the pendant. “Before she left, she asked me to take care of my mother, but I failed. I couldn't stop her from becoming the evil Queen of Hearts”

Chloe looked at her sympathetically and shook her head. “Red, even if you had tried, you couldn't have stopped it. You were just a child”

Red let out a deep sigh, her shoulders shaking slightly. “My mother was incapable of looking at me” she confessed. “I reminded her so much of Skye that she couldn't look me in the eye”

Chloe reached closer and took Red's hand in hers. “It's not your fault, Red. You did the best you could in an impossible situation”

Red nodded slowly, feeling the weight of Chloe's words. Though the pain was still present, her friend's understanding and support gave her a spark of hope.

Chloe stood up, knowing that even if it was difficult, they had to get back to the future. She looked at Red with determination and said. “It's time to go back”

Red remained seated, hesitating. “What if we go back and everything stays the way it was, what if my mother is still the same and Skye…” her voice cracked at the mention of Skye.

Chloe looked at her, understanding what she was thinking. “This is Bridget and Skye's second to last year at Merlin Academy. We've kept Skye from facing Uliana, and now Uliana will spend the rest of the year and the next punished along with the other villains. Even if they go to the ball, without the book they can't do anything. We did it, Red. We saved our families”

Red nodded slowly, processing Chloe's words. She knew she was right. Chloe held out her hand and said with a smile. “Let's go home”

After all, I may have found my princess, mom.

Masterlist

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (11/4/2024) Episode: A Household Name

Losing his last living parent was devastating, but at least Luigi was sure that Valentina and his dads would surely be proud of his latest accomplishment.

The sales figures for his new game had started rolling in, and it was clear that it’s launch day popularity wasn’t just a flash in the pan. It looked like Watcher Tales had a chance to become a lasting part of the gaming landscape, maybe even the start of a franchise.

The good news kept coming when Luigi heard from his contact at Unorthobox. They’d loved his footage of their hardware in use at the launch party and they told him they planned to use his star power to help advertise and promote the Ubox version of the game.

Not, they were quick to assure him, it needed much help. Watcher Tales was already one of the most popular titles for the Unorthobox 2 console.

Their manager Patricia at Rainy Day corporate was equally excited about the game’s success when they next visited.

“Sales on PC are phenomenal and buzz in the community so far is mostly positive, even if players are starting to report some bugs.” She told them “There is also, of course, a lot of comparisons being made to Sims Forever. They like what you added the other game lacks Luigi, but they’re also quick to point out what Watcher Tales is missing compared to their old favorite.”

“Well, I couldn’t exactly cram 80 DLCs worth of content into my basegame” Luigi lamented “though I think we did a good job offering at initial release many key gameplay features that Sims Forever locks behind expansion packs. As for the bugs, the whole team is working on a hotfix to address the most commonly reported issues.”

“I’ve got a couple programmers just finishing up another project that can help with the patch” Patricia replied, “I want you to start focusing on those content gaps.” she smiled “You ready to send your humans on new adventures?”

Luigi grinned from ear to ear. They’d had a feeling Rainy Day would be interested in DLC, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon “Absolutely!”

Luigi had already been a household name, but with his game being played and talked about all over his fame skyrocketed to a whole other level.

“You, sir, are a global sensation” Peachy’s favorite late-night talk show host told Luigi the evening he appeared on the program to promote Watcher Tales “The people can’t get enough of these hoo-mans of yours and I want to see what all the fuss is about. Let’s head over to the pit, where my staff has promised me they have your game booted up and a little challenge prepared for the two of us. You ready?”

“Bring it on!” Luigi said with a laugh, his inner child jumping up and down for joy as he followed behind the other sim to get started.

To celebrate their success the couple sent Skye for a sleepover with Grandpa Candor and headed out for a date night.

Taking Orange’s advice, this time Luigi threw on a “celebrity disguise” to help him keep a low profile so he could enjoy the time with his lady love without distraction.  He’d been skeptical about the idea, but the simple concealment did the trick, allowing him and Noemi to enjoy dinner and a drink at the bar without constantly being interrupted by fans seeking his attention.

“This is great!” Noemi hollered over the DJ’s beats on the dancefloor after their meal. “Thanks for going incognito; I have you all to myself for once.”

“You…” Luigi replied, pulling her towards him and kissing her hard “have me today, tomorrow, and always. Thank you for putting up with the insanity. I know the attention I crave isn’t always your fave. Now, are you ready to take your personal Superstar home and try out that new toy we bought?”

“Only if you’re a very obedient Superstar” she replied with a smile, leading him away from the busy club towards a little private fun back home.

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Red may be laughing now at Buggy’s emo phase but once he gets to see her photos of her in her full on neon outfit clad, kandi bracelet stacking, teenage scene kid glory the shoe will be on the other foot /

Related: Do you think the triplets would ever go trough a phase experimenting with alt style outfits themself? Skye already seems to go for an undercut style look when she gets older (which I could speculate on btw but I’m not gonna) , but also Rory feels a little like someone who already leans into the steampunk aesthetic himself, as long as it doesn’t interfere with practicality „Why on earth would I put a random gear on a tophat when I can use it in these new collapsible wielding googles I am working on?“ „Okay but there’s also no need for the wielding goggles to have the gears be that visible…“ „Of course there’s a need for that and the need is STYLE.“ type of deal

Blaze probably just goes trough anything he thinks looks interesting without necessarily joining a scene. One of his later crew mates dresses like a Victorian goth and sometimes he will get bored and be like „I’m bored. Can I try and put on your corset?“ „No because you’re gonna hurt yourself …. So I’M gonna do it. How do you feel about eyeshadow?“ „Tastes awful but looks good on me.“ „Alright then its makeover time.“

Ok but I have to thank you because this message was the kick in the ass I needed to rework the teen triplets charadesign, which I was procrastinating since a while! Propers referencesheets will come later. Let's meet 16 years old Buggy the clown's spawns!

To answer you :

First of all, Red' don't keep any pictures of her past - to Buggy's big despair. So the poor little clown don't have any weapon to fight back! However I can easily imagine that one day the big top will anchor on an island where the crew will randomly meet someone from Reddie's past. Buggy will jump on them and ask them a TON of questions.

As you spotted, Rory has a soft for steampunk aesthetic - big fan of Jules Vernes (yes I HC that a version of Jules Vernes exist in one piece), dreaming about flying machines, obsessed by the idea to go on Skypiea because that's a land you can't reach by the sea. He's also the one of the triplets who cares the most about being ~ classy ~ . A real little dandy! He probably got through some victorian goth phase when he was like 14. When he get the outfit you can see on the ref, everyone in the family and the crew was like "o_o guys is Rory wearing COLORS?!!"

Skye is the one of the triplets who embrace the most the clowncore vibe, probably crafting herself some outfits in her father's old clothes. By the years she finally went ok with her nose, however she still feels the need to compensate with the rest of her outfit, copying her father's crossbones makeup for exemple. She will change her look when she will reach early adulthood (19-20 years old), and yes there is a meaning behind the undercut she got! you can speculate but I won't confirm or deny anything ehe 🤡

When it comes to clothing, Blaze only has two criteria : comfort and color. His hyperactive ass always run, jump, climb anywhere soooo he quickly learned to chose robust clothing that is easy to evolve with. But bright colors! Bright colors always catch his eyes! He's like a magpie! He also kept his beanie hat while growing up, and attempted to wear it with pigtails like his daddy do with his captain hat. He lose one teeth after a bait with Rory, too. Thinking this would make him look more like Buggy, but this dumbass did it the wrong side. His bracelets are very important too, but you'll understand why later! Also, I like your idea of him trying anything (and tasting eyeshadows which. Let's be honest. He did. At 16 years old. And after too.), especially some goth things. I think Blaze is mostly aroace, but if one day he should have a " planotic lovestory" this would be with someone who has a black cat energy, and he probably won't realize he's in a relationship. A gothy teen just appear in his life and it's somehow funny to kiss them, apparently they decided he was their boyfriend now? hey, why not.

[cadybear420]

If HSS (both trilogies) were made by 2022-2024 Choices.

I've seen a couple of posts on the Reddit such as "If ILITW/TRR/ES/etc. were made today", and it got me wondering the same for HSS. So I've decided to do my own for both HSS trilogies.

Feel free to share your own speculations!

OG HSS

There would probably be only 1 or 2 LIs, both forced upon the MC, and both made race (and possibly gender) customizable. Michael would definitely be a LI, him and Caleb for duo GOC LI because I know PB would not be able to resist the "golden boy jock/bad boy rebel" LI duo. Though I can maybe see them having Michael and Maria. Emma I could see being a third (possibly race-customizable) token canon female LI. Aiden would certainly not be eligible as a LI because modern Choices (with the exception of maybe MAH) seems to hate LIs that are shy, awkward, or softies, especially if they're male or male-coded.

The book would probably still be GOC, thankfully. Then again, I wouldn't put it past modern Choices to want a genderlocked high school book where they default the MC into being a cheerleader. Speaking of which...

There's no WAY modern PB would have the activity choice system, quite simply because the multiple routes and dialogue accommodations would require putting in actual effort. Modern PB would definitely try to do a genderlocked default-cheerleader MC, but I also feel like they could default MC to being a jock since Book 1 was a bit jock centric. Or heck, they likely wouldn't even give MC an activity at all because god forbid we have proactive MCs.

Honestly, I feel like just about all of the different options and possible outcomes- the spirit stick heist, tryouts, junior captain, hoco/prom crowns- we have for the MC would be nerfed, because they would require putting in actual effort. So rather than having a MC where we can actively decide who they are and how they behave, they'd probably give the MC like one random set thing they're into and have all their dialogue choice options be lacking in variation and story impact.

Assuming Caleb is a (or the) LI, they'd make Zoe a full on straw loser villain woman who exists solely to have petty catfights with MC over Caleb and thus make MC seem like the better match for Caleb. They'd probably have her not be caught cheating until later on into Book 1, nerf her Book 3 redemption arc entirely, and instead have her be unable to move on from Caleb by then and hold resentment against MC for "ruining their relationship".

They might age everyone up to 18+ (with our MC being an incoming senior), but probably wouldn't include smut scenes considering the MTFL fiasco. I mean, ID had zero smut scenes despite its confirmed 18+ cast. If this was 2018-2020 Choices, they probably would have a couple of smut scenes, but 2022-2024 Choices would definitely not. Probably a hell of a lot more lap sitting though. But only MC sitting in LI's lap, except for Emma where it's reversed, because having a male LI sitting in female MC's lap might lose them those precious pennies from straight women.

Considering Prime getting sunset in August 2022 and PB having deleted the Twitter account for it, I'm seriously doubting how much modern PB cares about that game. This version probably would not have HSS Prime characters in it at all. Heck, they'd probably just not even make it "HSS".

HSS:CA

It would be single LI, Rory being that LI. Ajay and Skye become merely recurring side characters.

I feel like maybe PB would be more likely to genderlock this one. Or maybe not, IDK.

Danielle would be a lot more outwards and over-the-top of an antagonist. As in, we see all her behaviors up-front. She'd be a full-on straw-loser villain woman for MC to compete with over Rory.

The same thing about sex scenes for OG would apply here too. Instead of MC being freshly-graduated from middle school, they'd probably make them a incoming senior transfer student from a private school.

Assuming this continues from the Choicesified version of OG HSS and not from the one we actually have, the OG gang will have graduated by the time CA starts (given that they'd have all been made seniors in this version). In other words, we now have an actually valid reason for CA to throw out the OG gang instead of keeping them around for superficial nostalgia bait. That's one positive I guess.

[bullet-prooflove]

Hi Donna, here we go

8. Coffee at Midnight with Clinton Skye ☕😍😉

Of course, its coffee ☕☕☕

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So this took on a life of its own...

Companion Piece to Two Weeks and Just How Much

It’s a few minutes past midnight and you’re curled up in the deepest corner of the couch with one of Marilou’s blankets tucked around you. You’d come straight to the farm after work tonight, you couldn’t stand the thought of being alone. It’s Marilou that takes care of you, that ushers you off into the shower, that lays out your sweats and one of Clinton’s jumpers, your comfort clothes whilst Nelson cooks dinner in the kitchen.

“She’s been like this all evening.” Clinton’s mother tells him in a hushed whisper when he steps through the door. “I can’t get a word out of her about it.”

“I know what it is.” Clinton tells her as he removes his jacket, hanging it on the back of a kitchen chair. “Thank you for taking care of her.”

You’re cradling a cup of decaf coffee to your chest when he steps into the living room, your gaze focused on something outside of the window. You’re quiet, withdrawn. He isn’t used to seeing this version of you, you’re usually a force of nature, so vibrant and full of life.

“I saw the letter on the kitchen table when I got home tonight.” He says quietly as he sits down on the couch alongside of you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You swallow hard against the emotion in your chest. All that pain, all that anxiety, it simmers away inside of you, clawing at your nerve endings. You’ve been forcing it down all day, drowning yourself in your caseload. It’s only now as you sit here with Clinton that you feel it starting to overwhelm you because you can’t keep running anymore, you have to face it.

“It’s been seven years.” You say, your voice raw. “I thought I was past it but then I opened that letter, saw he was up for parole, that they wanted me to give a victim impact statement, and it took me right back to that night…”

He knows the one you’re talking about. You’d come home to find Ellis drinking again, it had turned into a fight. By the time your neighbour had called the police you had a broken arm and a concussion. You’d been in hospital for three days due to swelling in your brain.  

You’d never thought you’d be with someone again after that, but then you met Clinton, a man so good and so kind that he restored your faith in other people. Not once has he raised his voice to you, and certainly never his hand. He’s was everything your ex-husband isn’t and you love him for it.

“Sienna.” Clint says softly, bringing you out of your reverie.

He takes your hand in his own, his thumb chasing over the silver wedding band that graces your finger. It’s an antique piece with delicate swirls etched into the metal. He has a matching one on his own finger.

“The thought of seeing him again…” You trail off because he already knows what you’re trying to say, you don’t have to vocalise it.

Clinton knows what trauma like that can do to a person, what it’s done to you. He’s soothed you through your nightmares, humming that lullaby, the one his mother used to sing to him when he’d had bad dreams as a child. He’s kissed the scars that mar your body, whispered sweet nothings against your skin, reminded you of how strong you are, how beautiful. You had fought so hard to put the pieces of yourself back together after had happened to you and he thanks every deity that he can think of that you survived that man.

“You have a choice.” He reminds you, cradling your face between his hands. “You don’t have to go there, make a statement…”

“We both know what’s likely to happen if I don’t.” You say quietly as his lips brush over your cheek, kissing away the tears.

Clinton doesn’t refute it. Seeing the victim, hearing their story, it holds a lot of sway with the parole board. It could be the difference between Ellis going free and him serving out the rest of his sentence. Right now it’s about which possibility terrifies you more, seeing him at his parole hearing or the thought of him being out on the street.

“Sienna.” He says lovingly, his thumb ghosting along the line of your jaw as he tips your chin up so he can look into your eyes. “If I could take this all away for you…”

Seeing you like this, it tears him apart but he’s here for you no matter what. He made a commitment to you two years ago, a promise and he meant every single word of it.

“I love you,” He whispers. “And I’ll support you, whatever you decide.”

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[firespirited]

Dolls are patient. They got their final cif wash today. I think the white werecat needs her fringe redoing, sometimes it's just a casualty of the degluing process.

Abbey got the chop, she was rooted with the bobbly tinsel all the way through. It's not too badly stripped so if anyone wants the hair, it's free. It's just unbrushable without frazzling up. Her face paint is chipped anyway. She's custom bait (free)

It has made me want a G1 Abbey very much but I'll be picky about tinsel and maybe her streaks. I think i'd be ok removing tinsel from a front line and parting but the whole head was too much. Might keep her body in case I find the right face Abbey but her torso and arms are all yellowed (you know how rough it can get with Abbeys) .

Catty's like new, the werecats have small paint scratches the faded paint stripes on the hair and one needs more plugs to the bangs. Lagoona 13 wishes is like new. I bought her as a duplicate for mine who got a full no fringe reroot on the day (bday gift from sis so she had to be perfect asap). She's gorgeous but it felt indulgent to have both when they're near clones.

Lagoona black carpet has a hard head. Probably brittle, she'd benefit from a front reroot in either blonde or a dark colour that goes well with that teal but with the head kept hot on a heat pad so that the vinyl holes close properly and don't crack open. I use a zigzag pattern like *. *. *. To avoid empty areas while leaving enough space between each hole to not crack open.

The two EAH are in decent condition with some small hair stripping from brushing them while full of glue. Clawdeen's front stripping is more pronounced but she was so incredibly sticky I'm amazed she kept so much hair. Cleo is a gorgeous version, a sweeter face, she's very tempting to keep but I have to be strict about the Mh crew LOL. Jinafire scaris needs restyling to her original haircut.

Only Catty, Clawdeen and the 2 EAH have full bodies. The werecats have arms missing but do have tails!

I'm not able to do bleaching this year, I don't have a place to put dolls in sunlight. The trade off is a cooler room so it's worth it. I'll have to pass on dolls with the understanding that they're unfinished.

Once they're fully dry I'll get photos and stick them on ebay (unless local dollblr folks want any - at cost)

My trade wishlist is emerald green, black saran, pink nylons, yasmin tone curvy fashionista for beauty cuties, afra curvy fsta for rainbow surprise skye rainbow, pale body for Kit (fsta or disney is fine or tipoffs to clones with her skintone). Abbey head with no wonk. (scaris skullshores or ddg). Elle eedee (with or without body), CAM Mummy head. But no big deal, I'm happy to continue slowly hunting.

Well, that's the plan, at least if nothing derails it LMAO. Otherwise it's back to the big shoe box for an other month or two.

The sun behind the foothills was doing that lightbeam thing that looks like movie magic on today's walk. It was spectacular.

[eyedelater]

ace attorney spirit of justice post

i was going to play the whole game without bothering to post about it, but now i've had enough thoughts that i have to put them somewhere. they are disorganized and out of order and include full spoilers.

the game would have been $30 on switch but it was like $16 on iOS. what did i miss out on for saving my $14? i don't care. there's only so much you can miss out on when it's a visual novel. also, i remembered the reason i didn't play this game when it came out on iOS several years ago. it's because the app is very careful to list which iOS versions and devices the game will work on, and it will warn you not to purchase content if you're on any other version or device. and that was before i had gotten my first job, so i didn't have ~$16 to spare on a game that might not work. so i forgot about it. anyway i took the plunge this time and it worked fine on my ipad whose iOS version is not on the supported list.

i didn't start writing this post until the middle of the 5th and final case. i think we're about to defend dhurke in court and i have to note that i love that idea. and there's the fact that the justice minister was such an evil son of a bitch and now he's dead and that's kind of objectively good. also, the character designs in this game are quite good, especially the outfits.

red flag: when mere bailiffs in your "peaceful" country are carrying assault rifles at all times. they don't even do that in america. as of 2023.

i liked apollo's near-drowning cave adventure. and dhurke saved him with his left arm, which seems to be fine and only lives in a makeshift sling for stylistic reasons. on a gut level i'm displeased that the solution to the puzzle box requires one of the panels to be half-turned, even though i know puzzle boxes don't have strict rules any more than any other kind of brain teaser.

datz is so cute for a 46-year-old insurgent. he has the biggest mouth ever. that one face he makes strongly evokes enel one piece's big moment, but that's fair. now listen closely to me. up until recently, an important personal policy of mine has been as follows: "NO HOT DADS!" it's a hard-and-fast rule related to my personal taste/distaste and nothing else. but i think a really fun and good ship would be the dilf x dilf ship of datz x dhurke. so i can make a small exception. they can have a revolutionary ossan love that is perfectly righteous, true, and appropriate. maybe. (i do know that datz is no one's dad.)

i love apollo justice. he's the best and the cutest. i love his forehead and his vest and his antennae. but in real life, people with naturally very loud voices are unpleasant to be around <3 tone it down <3

when we see that photo of dhurke looking like apollo's spitting image with little apollo and little nahyuta and datz is like "yeah there he is with his Biological son nahyuta (Zero resemblance Whatsoever) and his Foster son apollo (clone)" it's like (everyone in the audience side-eyes each other) uh-huh… that being said, i don't remember anything that was said about apollo's family history in previous games apart from lamiroir being his and trucy's mother. also dhurke's eyebrows are trifurcated while apollo's are only bifurcated. that's plausible deniability. maybe jove justice is dhurke's brother or something? [he's not.] and if queen amara was dhurke's wife, was she nahyuta's mother, and then, were her genes 100% dominant so that nahyuta looks like a clone of her and not like dhurke at all? [note added in later: it seems that was the case.]

ace attorney games sure do include characters' ancestry as twists a lot of the time. maybe it's unavoidable in a human drama?

i think 35-year-old miles edgeworth has glasses because they couldn't think of any fun talky animations to give him so they had to give him some glasses-adjusting poses

how much taxpayer money is nahyuta spending on international flights for ema skye every 2 days

the idea of channeling an ancient figure like the founder or kee'ra is so fun and cool. i can't help but feel like it probably won't come to that, though. also, the fact that they preserved her true face not on any flat painting but on a mini sculpture in the round inside a tricky snowglobe thing was really cool. now they just need her name and maya could totally channel her. or i guess the queen could. [note added in later: of course they didn't channel her. ace attorney always has to step right up to the plate and not even swing.]

the high priestess carries on the rich tradition of being a smug know-nothing, a tried-and-true charming character archetype. i can get behind it. she's doing her best. her english voice actor was no good, though. are there no little girl voices available?

it's very interesting to have a revolution subplot (or rather, underlying main plot) where we the audience can and should eventually be like, "oh. the revolutionaries are very clearly and obviously the ones who are correct." though in the end, even after the revolution succeeded, it's still a monarchy.

i wonder how people with dissociative identity disorder feel about uendo in the fourth case. the story didn't go into the fact that in order to end up with DID, someone generally has to go through a staggeringly traumatic childhood. though you could kind of get that impression from owen… i don't know. i heard about a case where a victim with DID testified as many of her different alters in a court of law, in real life. is it disrespectful to portray DID in fiction at all? it's fair to say that in most cases, they do a shit job. i didn't feel like it was really played as a joke in this case... except for the way he used it conveniently for his rakugo characters... i guess that does count as playing it as a joke.

the 4th case must have been fun to localize, huh? you can't pretend rakugo is anything but rakugo.

you know, i thought that maybe i had been imagining it and that i was longing for something i shouldn't have expected, but after comparing nahyuta's reactions in court, i really do think van zieks's reactions in DGS were not as satisfying as they could have been. it's like, he's the most stoic prosecutor we've ever gone up against and there was absolutely nothing silly about his reactions (except throwing glasses of wine all over the place, which, like i said, gets old. and it's not that funny in the first place. it's more... aggressive.) like at least nahyuta's most drastic reactions are a little bit humbling, a little bit humiliating, you know? he loses his composure. van zieks doesn't lose his composure in that way.

they certainly did a good job of making nahyuta a lovably aggravating opponent.

is any ace attorney case NOT a locked-room mystery? good grief

nahyuta says, "Her Eminence thinks highly of my prosecutorial skills." but didn't you lose 3 or 4 cases in this game already? and one guilty verdict you got was nullified the next day?

when we were opposing phoenix in court and he got really upset and put his head in his hands… that was so alarming! it's like, we're not him! ah! we can't go over there and be him to fix it! for once, we don't know what he's thinking when he's breaking down like that! though it was easy enough to figure out.

the fact that khura'in is totally a theocracy is glossed right over. like check it out! we're a deeply religious ethnostate where there is no line between church and state! but don't worry— everyone in the whole country agrees that it's ideal… right? like even if they bring back defense lawyers, there still might be some problems worth addressing.

edgeworth let out a Nghoooooooooh! and it was cravat-related! it was all worth it just for this.

i have to kick phoenix wright's ass and also apollo justice's ass because they climbed into a manhole and cave respectively without thinking to bring a light source with them. you can't tell me you didn't expect it to be dark. you can see that it is dark from the outside.

"Founder's Orb left with Datz." とても嫌な予感がする…

the way armie became agoraphobic as a result of a different phobia (in her case, fire)… that really hit hard for personal reasons… huegh

oh so datz brought us back the Orb after all. i am honestly shocked.

dhurke's tit shadow

ok so they had to kill off dhurke so he can't live happily with datz. and they had to go on and on about his everlasting het love with amara. maybe that dilf x dilf ship was a pipe dream in the first place. but what else am i supposed to do when i come across not one but two characters who make me want to bend my no hot dads rule?? give me a break.

i cried when apollo left the nest to start his own musty law office. make all your dads proud, apollo...!

in the great ace attorney, there was the sad ex-jailer who was wearing an implausibly perfect facial disguise in which even the shape of his nose was greatly altered, and that pissed me off due to its implausibility. in this game, there was another implausibly perfect disguise, which was queen amara posing as nayna, wherein her facial structure, eye color, nose, body type, posture, and weight were all perfectly disguised. there's a limit to how good disguises can be before it becomes BS. narratively.

now i'm in the bonus story and we're up against edgeworth and he took his glasses off for the trial. (slams table) what? why did they do that? what is the logic behind this? glasses aren't only a leisure time thing. glasses are an all the time thing if you need them. and whether you're near-sighted or far-sighted, you need them in the courtroom, as important objects and people appear at both near and middle distance. does this imply that edgeworth's glasses are cosmetic only? even then, there's no reason to take them off before a trial! if you're going to change his character design, commit to it! ahh but the edgeworth shrug, smile, and shake head movement is wonderful as always. ok, could it be that the glasses did not render nicely in a 3/4 view so they gave up and excluded them completely? i think that has to be it. they couldn't get glasses to work in a 3/4 view so they gave up. weak...

(you have unlocked: minor pet peeve: when characters with glasses take their glasses off without good reason. no one who wears glasses in real life would do that.)

edgeworth told the judge that he doesn't plan on getting married. of course this is because it's still illegal to get gay married in japanifornia :( so he can't officially get gay married to his common law husband of many years, phoenix wright.

i don't have any large overarching opinions to sum up about the game except that it's an ace attorney game as good as any other, and as such, it was worth playing. it felt a lot more similar to the older games than the great ace attorney chronicles did.

[thanksforthedinosaur]

march 2023

1. claire rosinkranz - sad in hawaii 2. carlie hanson - blueberry pancakes 3. ber - slutphase 4. sedona - sharkbite 5. mazie - give up! 6. nicole millar - hugs 7. mike posner - howling at the moon 8. jensen mcrae - dead girl walking 9. boyish - girls are mean 10. fig - splinter 11. chrissy - carsick 12. quinnie - flounder 13. khai dreams - bugs 14. leanna firestone - you just didn't like me that much 15. isabel pless - bechdel test 16. chymes - my own worst enemy 17. haven - g.o.a.t. 18. dyln - dead 2 me 19. bea miller - cynical 20. daine - portal 21. anne-marie - sad b!tch 22. brooke candy - juicy fruit 23. ari abdul - bored 24. zolita - ashley 25. patchymate - babyur2nice 26. nina cobham - worse & better 27. searows - house song 28. caroline spence - there's always room - alternate version 29. samia - dream song 30. shannon lay - angeles 31. death cab for cutie - pepper - acoustic 32. meadowlark - full me, half you 33. rosemary & garlic - summer 34. gracie abrams - will you cry? 35. rachel chinouriri - maybe i’m lonely 36. joy oladokun - changes 37. lunar vacation - only you 38. eliza mclamb - pulp 39. shania twain - best friend 40. the go! team - getting to know (all the ways we're wrong for each other) 41. jonatan leandoer96 - if i'm born i have to live 42. runo plum - yin to yang 43. triathalon - running 44. anna wise - the now 45. caroline polachek - blood and butter 46. charlie houston - bubbly 47. bridal party - baby anymore 48. steady holiday - newfound oxygen 49. gabby's world - closing door 50. leith - big trees 51. beabadoobee - glue song 52. infinity crush - demolition derby 53. sobs - cool - bonus track 54. nyarons - the space between us 55. paramore - running out of time 56. babygirl - sore eyes 57. tennis - pollen song 58. bully - lose you (feat. soccer mommy) 59. alex lahey - good time 60. trementina - fall into your bed 61. samiam - monterey canyon 62. real friends - six feet 63. body type - miss the world 64. neanderthal - hey bestie 65. thrice - silhouette 66. big|brave - the fable of subjugation 67. skrillex - ceremony 68. tini - cupido 69. jordan powers - pretty girl swag 70. asiatica - *sigh* nevermind 71. meltycanon - apple weather 72. nia archives - conveniency 73. lizzo - special (feat. sza) 74. sabrina claudio - right decision 75. justine skye - maybe 76. ella mai - sink or swim 77. rakiyah - cosmic queen 78. iamddb - where did the love go? 79. jean deaux - jd's revenge 80. raye - flip a switch. 81. enny - no more naija men 82. qveen herby - marie antoinette 83. planet giza - wyd 84. hkfiftyone - comedown (universe 1) 85. logic - lightsabers (feat. c dot castro) 86. flau'jae - ready or not freestyle 87. skrillex - rumble 88. blackwinterwells - give loop 89. tezatalks - oyxgen (sped up) 90. daine - skin deep 91. vallis alps - on the eve of the rush [134bpm vip] 92. izzy camina - celestial sodomy 93. princess nokia - complicated 94. piri - updown 95. alex lustig - neo 96. rebecca black - doe eyed

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4K4Gynr0WZAVwPHNVNp7OQ?si=20dfb5733e89439b

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 37! For context, see my post “A Project” under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

Free Coffee

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9/23/2017                                     mc ff

Alas, too bad Skye isn't a little more ethical, she and Sonia could have had a lovely relationship beyond that of a (brainwashed) customer and the person giving her a coffee fix. That said, I do wonder what the heck might have been in the coffee to cause this reaction, but I suppose it doesn't matter. I'm just glad I've never developed a taste for coffee. (Other than off of the lips of my girlfriend - that's lovely for entirely different reasons though). The effect is lovely, though, and the control is well done. 8/10 spirals 

 Vacant Moan

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9/23/2017                                     mc ff ma

Oh, I want the backstory for this so much. I feel like I personally would find the story of how they got here much more engaging than this version, where things are a bit more removed because we're only getting an outside perspective. That outside, voyeuristic, point of view just makes it not a great fit for me, though if you enjoy that sort of thing give it a read? 5/10 spirals. 

 Quill Pen Feather

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9/30/2017                                     mc

This is another one of those induction scripts JB has so many of. And I have just one question: why red ink? Like, of all colors, why the one that evokes *blood*? But then, I dearly love my fountain pen's blue ink, or the iridescent purple ink I have that I sometimes use with my dip calligraphy pen. That said, as someone who's done my fair share of writing sending me into trance, of inscribing a partner's words on paper and in my mind, well. This is a heck of a good induction, and I'm sure it's more effective when read aloud, as it was clearly meant to be. I I think if it were me doing it, though, I'd have picked a color like gold, sparkling against the darkness of a blank mind. 9/10 spirals 

 Five Finger Discount

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10/7/2017                                     mc ff

I. huh. This is pure magic, and not up my alley at all. Like, sure, the sex happens under control, but it isn't about strengthening or creating that control at all. It's just "mind control someone to want to please me, then have sex with them" and ... nope, I'm just too ace for that. 4/10 spirals

 Xenophilia (Jukebox)

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10/14/2017                                   mc mf md sf hu

*laughs* sure. Sure, that set-up makes perfect sense. I don't *understand* it - tentacles do nothing for me - but sure, we'll go with it. I find this story more entertaining than hot - especially the tail end - but it's plenty good all the same. If you like aliens and/or tentacles, you'll probably get a kick out of it. 7/10 spirals 

 Zero Dumb Game

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10/21/2017                                   mc mf md fd

This is an interesting - if magical - premise. Not super to my taste - and while I can see that it is, technically, mind control, it doesn't *feel* like mind control to me, not exactly. That's purely a subjective take, and I can see why other folk would have a different opinion, but still. It just doesn't work for me, though I enjoy the ending pretty well all the same. And I find the premise clever, and like the character well enough, it's just not hot for me. 5/10 spirals 

 Can’t Say No

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10/28/2017                                   mc mf md

Oh, this is a lovely scene between hypnotic partners. The glee of having a suggestion type work for the first time is so well captured here, even if I wish we knew exactly what suggestions had been given. Obviously she's lost the concept of "no," to a point, at least she can't say or think it herself, but she understands it when he uses it. And it feels like there's another suggestion in play - we see hints of it, of her feeling like she should say something, but she isn't sure what. It's just well put together, the amnesia is done well, and there's just so much good here. 9/10 spirals. 

 I Just Want to See His Face

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11/4/2017                                     mc md

Uuuuuugh, I hate that sort of dude, and to have it end the way it does ... *grumbles* he's just an archetype I've had to deal with waaaay too much myself in life. This story gets under my skin because of that, and makes it hard to rate fairly. I suppose folk less irritated by that sort of condescending man would probably enjoy the payoff? But given we see none of the actual process itself, there's nothing here for me to sink my teeth into. 2/10 spirals. 

 Any Time Now

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11/18/2017                                   mc ff

The way Andrea's words slip in and finish Lucinda's thoughts are fascinating, and such well-written dialog. It's a clever use of social contracts to keep Lucinda in the conversation, in a way that keeps her from realizing just how much control she's already given until she's given too much to be able to take control back. And she never sees it coming. It's horribly non-consensual of course, but in a way that doesn't bother me the way many non-consensual scenes do. 8/10 spirals 

 Bent 4 U

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11/18/2017                                   mc mf fd

This story shows us a bit more depth in 4U's programming, in the world she inhabits, in the way she responds, rationalizes, obeys. It follows up on the bit of conflict that we saw in the previous 4U story, I'll be interested to see if there are more stories with 4U, with the world she exists in, because this conflict between her Masters is *intriguing.* It's interesting that while she's brainwashing someone, the focus here is less on that conditioning and process, and much more on her own programming and how she exists within it. 9/10 spirals. 

[anitabyars]

Description

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Helen Hardt comes a deeply emotional tale of being lost, until light—and love—brings you back to shore…

Some days I can almost see the person I used to be. See the version of myself that felt joy, even passion. But she's gone...just out of reach.

Life moves on for everyone else, though, and as my best friend’s maid-of-honor, I have a bachelorette party to plan—in Jamaica, no less. And that means working side by side with the best man: Benjamin Black.

Billionaire. Workaholic. Ultimate bachelor. The perfect catch for any woman—unless she's lost her sense of self.

Apparently my body hasn’t gotten the memo. Because from the second we meet, something begins stirring, warming my blood.

And when our hands touch, it’s a heady reminder that even if I feel numb, my heart still beats.

He’s nothing like I thought. Every moment with him unshackles a little more of my fears, cracks another layer of ice.

But I should be afraid—and so should he. Because the past never lets go so easily.

Trigger Warning: My Heart Still Beats is a dark, emotional romance with a happy ending. However, the story includes elements that might not be suitable for all readers. Sexual assault, physical assault, rape, child molestation, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation, depression, anxiety, PTSD, panic attacks, murder, and blood are shown in the novel. Readers who may be sensitive to these elements, please take note.

My Review

4⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This is an emotion and heartwarming romance that is a must read. It is so full of friendship, resilience, courage, happiness and love as well as being exciting and full of action. If you have been reading the Follow Me series, you will definitely recognize some of the other people in this story, but this can also be read as a standalone.

Trigger warning: please be sure to read the disclaimer before reading this book.

This is Ben and Tessa’s story.

Ben has been hiding a secret that has been eating away at him for years when he is confronted and threatened by a past associate.

Tessa is trying to recover and find her joy again after a very traumatic event that left her feeling completely shattered.

These two meet as they plan the Bachelorette and Bachelor parties for Braden, Ben’s brother and Skye, Tessa’s best friend.

I loved Ben. He is not only hot, and swoony, but he is patient, kind and thoughtful with Tessa. The chemistry between them is inspiring as Ben is taken by Tessa’s beauty and courage. He is exactly what Tessa needs to bring her back to life.

This story reminded me, that it’s never too late to find happiness and love. And sometimes it is when we least expect it! Great read!

I received an early copy and this is my honest review.

[ooops-i-arted]

@auditect said: Is she the one you compared to Ahsoka (at least in an earlier incarnation)?

Nope! That would be my other Baby's First Jedi OC, Lia Skye. I'm not 100% sure which character I made first, but my earliest Derran stuff in my Jedi notebook is dated 2002 and there's no Lia til 2005, although I know I made her earlier because she was part of Baby's First Novel, which was my own version of Star Wars Episode III because I couldn't wait til it was released lol. Derran's fics were short ones inspired by the Jedi Apprentice series (though I also wrote those for Lia too).

Lia was like Ahsoka because:

Apprentice to an Important Canon Character (Obi-Wan, because 1. even at 12 I knew Anakin had no business being around kids 2. Obi-Wan was my favorite so I wanted to write my OC with him)

The Important Canon Character spends WAY more time worrying about the OC than his friend/brother of 10 years

In fact in my Star Wars Episode III Version Anakin's Dark Side turn takes place completely offscreen and way more time is spent on Lia and Obi-Wan helping Padme hide her twins lmao

Losing the OC is 10 times more devastating than anything in canon or the relationship with the friend/brother (Lia is Anakin's first Order 66 victim)

Lia was TOTALLY SPESHUL AND AWESOME and had multiple lightsaber colors and even her eye color changed at some point because of Force Bullshit I Made Up. Also she had the same hair color and similar eye color as me but that was toooootally a coincidence lol and so was her age being only a few years older than mine. In general even her appearance was Speshul and Yooneek

However even at 11-12 I put my Jedi OC in Jedi robes and not a tube top or cocktail dress looking thing (that one's on Lucas not Felony tho)

Lia was an AMAZING COMBATANT for her age and also had special awesome visions that no one took seriously but were Very Important. She was also able to fight characters that should have been way above her skill level (like Count Dooku and she puts up a good fight before Anakin killed her). After her death she appeared as a Force ghost too. Obi-Wan also kept her lightsaber To Remember Her By

Lia regularly broke the rules but was always Justified and Right in the end and the Council either let it slide or even agreed she was ultimately right (although I never villainized them in by writing, it was just Lia was Too Amazing For Them To Truly Understand. I was a teenager in full No One Understaaaaaands Me mode, what can I say.)

All my favorite Jedi liked her and thought she was cool (Felony has Plo Koon, I had Obi-Wan and Yoda and Aayla.)

To contrast, Derran's only real Speshul trait was having the same hair/eye color as me (toooootally a coincidence I convinced myself at that age), she was a more balanced, albeit amateur character.

That said writing Lia was a huge escape after dealing with school & peers' crap all day and I don't regret it. It was mental and emotional self-care and it was fun. I still have all that bad fic and I still love it; even if I don't consider it "good" anymore, it made me the writer I am today and there are still things I look at and I'm like, that's a good idea I can execute better now, or I really like that turn of phrasing, so on. It made me a better writer and Lia has a special place in my heart. Nowadays she exists as my Jedi Knight in SWTOR, Skye Lir.

Drawing of Lia Skye from 2005 & in-game screenshot of Skye Lir from 2016. And to bring it around full-circle, in SWTOR Skye was Derran's Padawan. :)

Writing overpowered maybe-a-self-insert OC is self-care. But if I'm paying money to a company owning a massive franchise, it's not unreasonable for me to expect better quality writing than a depressed anxious amateur preteen writer desperately suppressing her own queerness and filtering the asexuality she doesn't understand through Jedi fanfic lmao. Or to put it another way, if a friend just getting into baking makes me a cake, I will support her efforts regardless of the quality of the final result, but if I buy from a popular well-known bakery I'm gonna damn well expect a good cake.

[writingonesdreams]

Wince, Stop, and Comfort, for the Tiny Scene Game

Have fun! ✨

- Circa

Sky of shards

Summary: Backstory chapter about how Skye, Zephyr and Hal met for the first time. This is how it all started.

Author's note: Thanks for the words! I had this scene in mind for a long time and this just clicked together. I love how these tiny scene words provide me with the external motivation to write.

Also 2.1k words! This makes the draft officially 20k words long!✨

She watched them turn their backs on her.

Ever since Skye was little, her biggest fear was standing in a room full of people talking to each other. Talking happily and merrily and ignoring her.

It wasn't even that she was ignored. It was the responsibility. Like she was supposed to be talking with them, but wasn't, couldn't get into touch with them, all divided in their neat little groups.

All she could muster was stand there, paralyzed by her discomfort, by the feeling she was doing something wrong, being so left out, not wanting to annoy anyone, by mixing in. Asking. Reaching out.

She couldn't take the sight for more than 10 seconds before bulking. No matter how objectively ridiculous it seemed afterwards.

Just didn't expect it to happen here of all places.

The Flying Islands were legendary. Floating shards of earth in the sky, children running out of their homes to point at them, to add meaning to the shapes, to imagine what dragons might be sleeping there.

But the Isles were forbidden territory. Unexplored. Mysterious. Dangerous. The weather and nature there were so wild and unpredictable, humans couldn't tame them, even after 100 years of their sudden burst into existence.

They say they were created at the same time as the old Dragonknight Order fell. They say there was an explosion, conspiracy. Or an accident. Many versions and no way to fact check.

But there was a way to get to see them. One day excursion on the Islands with soon to be graduates from the most prestigious university of magic offered the one in a life chance to set foot on the Islands. Try to reach out to its wild magic with their own. Hope, semester after semester, that with this honour, one day, a discovery came.

Or any kind of new knowledge, really.

Skye felt so confident going there. She was the only mind mage in the last 5 years to go there, for the incredible rarity of mind mage graduates. She was with the top group of students researching it.

That fateful day, she wore a dark blue blazer to highlight her stormy eyes and a striped shirt. Had a new haircut, her silver blond hair just under her chin. She felt beautiful wearing her confidence.

All before the exciting research trip went to hell. A sudden storm caught their airship. They were stuck. Stranded on a small island, a shard shaped piece of rock and mud above a bigger greener shard.

The only means of transpiration without their automatically flown and failed airship were the magic powered gliders.

Gliders powered by physical magic. Soulfire magic that came as a visible tangible fog from the mage. Or Elemental magic, that involved the magicae of the mage connecting to their trained element. The element they were used to resonate with.

Mind magic was the only existing type of completely non physical magic. It worked on a mental level, connecting with anything with consciousness. It couldn't power the gliders.

So, her lovely classmates went ahead and abandoned her to her own fate. For the "greater good of the many'' they said.

"Really, you should insist on sacrificing yourself. You should want to save as many people as possible. Why are you making it hard on us?"

Their de facto leader, a blood mage, informed her in a completely serious, earnest tone.

Hard on you? I'm so sorry, it's so hard on you to write me off as useless and leave me to die!

What can you expect from a blood mage, right? Self-righteous idiots. Just cause their magic was the most used in the medical field, they thought they ate the universe's wisdom and had the right to use the "for the greater good" phrase. She never liked the sound of that argument.

A moral trap people told you, whenever they wanted you to sacrifice something they had no right to claim.

But now, she was the sacrifice for the greater good and she should be thankful. Even insistent and willing.

Looking at their departing backs, she didn't know if she wanted to cry or scream. But she held her tongue, her expression schooled in stony features. Her talent was always not showing her emotions.

Only one persona stayed behind.

Zephyr.

He had black curly hair cut short from the sides, but long enough in the middle to fall into his forehead. Sea green eyes, changing with the light, like they couldn't decide if they wanted to be green or blue. They fascinated her. Or they would have, any other day.

He had an athletic build and wore his shirt and blazer with enough contempt to reveal he wasn't used to them. But his face was calm and his voice steady as he argued with their classmates. In her defence.

"You can't just sacrifice a human life."

"Oh don't be so preachy, Zephyr. You have a soulfire training hall, right? You train that for heroic professions, like police, dragon management, rescue service? Didn't they teach you maths?" Her classmate said. Skye couldn't remember his name, although she heard it once. She was always bad with names. Names, faces, and people she didn't care about.

"Do you want to die?" Another added.

But he insisted on staying with her, although the endeavour seemed hopeless. There was no way he could help her on his own. Even if they thought of something, they probably couldn't do it without the gliders their classmates took, to heighten their own chances.

It shouldn't surprise her. In critical situations, people always thought of themselves. Fear for one's own safety was deafening. Hysterical. Unmanageable.

As much as she hated them for leaving, she didn't feel any comfort by Zephyr staying. It seemed futile, self-destructive even. Maybe he was calm, cause he was doing what he believed in, but was it worth dying for your beliefs?

Curious thing, to pity him and not herself. In critical situations, she blocked her feelings. Didn't want to feel anything she would if she let herself right then. Like a switch. Bet nobody else without her mind mage training could do it.

It was just the price she paid. With her magic potential, with her discipline of the mind and keen intellect, she could have chosen any magic. Blood magic even. All the respect and trust and money that came with that.

But no, she chose the magic that interested her, that she believed in, that made her heart sing and eyes sparkle, that made her life more interesting than her dreams.

Didn't realise that something so rare would be so barely understood. So unknown. That she would be written off as useless at the first opportunity.

She paid her price.

But what about Zephyr? He didn't fit in her constellation of the world. She hated he was the only one, her only saviour, her only hope, the benevolent one that pitied her enough to stay.

"Don't worry. I won't leave you."

She nodded and hugged herself. Pretended to be lost and scared. Rage and sense of offence wouldn't make her sympathetic to him and she didn't know if she didn't end up needing him after all.

Couldn't muster an answer though, so they walked in silence. Found a good tree to sleep by.

Zephyr gave her a reassuring smile.

Skye couldn’t wait until he fell asleep.

She reached out her fingers to him. Usually she had to make up pleasant dreams to make her clients grant her entrance into their minds. But this close up and at sleep? All guards down, trusting her to be an innocent frail little victim? Pche. All she needed was touch. One finger on finger.

She could touch him and go through his mind. One millimetre of skin and she would know who he was, why he saved her, what he was playing at. No way this was a selfless thing. Maybe he was in shock. Maybe he didn't believe the danger. Maybe he was too stupid or too arrogant to understand it. Maybe he wanted to be a hero. Maybe he was just suicidal.

If she touched him, she could know all about him. Likely why she was so bad with people. She preferred to get this "getting to know you" phase quickly and effectively over with. Just one little touch.

But when she reached out with her mind, the ground shook beneath them. The tree moved its roots, shifting them around their bodies, as if a hand was cradling them. She winced, but suddenly they stopped again, just barely not touching her.

Silence followed. The darkness felt thick against her skin, an itchy coat to throw away.

She shut her eyes. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be mind raping her saviour's mind. Even though she hated to be saved by this stranger. Even though she didn't want to need saving in the first place.

Her fingertips tingled with the prepared magic. Skye prepped herself up against the ground with both hands. This was wrong.

A drizzle started then. What a dose of bad luck today.

Closing her eyes, she lie against the ground, hands spread out around her body. The ground felt warm under her back, solid and strong. Why was it shaking? The shard was big and slow enough not to be able to feel its movement. Why did it shake?

The water from the drizzle ran down her cheeks, her neck, her bare arms. Palms turned outward, she let go of her ready magic, of the focus, like throwing an arrow into the sky instead of her unknowing victim.

A pulse. A flash of lighting to her body. A kick into her mind. Something responded. Something connected.

Skye never felt a mind like that. Her sense of her body, her situation, her surroundings disappeared. She was a blade of grass beside her head. She was a bee. She was part of the tree, roots deep underground, communicating with the other roots. Everything was connected. All the little pieces, the shards, the trees, the rocks, the insects made up a net of connections, of flashes of light, life, consciousness. A net over it all, pulsing, alive.

There was no way to stop.

And the net, it was still going. A leaf. A moose. A butterfly over a sleeping body of a dragon. Then she was a dragon, with the weight of wings on her back, with eyes yellow as melted gold.

As if the Islands lived. Breathed. Connected with everything and everyone, they were one big net, one big ecosystem. Exhilarating.

But still. Something was beneath it all. Not just a singular point in a net, but a voice. A consciousness.

Who are you? she asked.

Another mind. Very strong. Mingling with all the points, all the connections, but changing shape. It was sleepy and heavy and slow, but it was an entity separate from the living net of the Islands.

Who is asking?

It was a voice that answered, rumbling deeply in her mind.

She wasn't sure who she was anymore. Part of everything and nothing. Part of the Islands but also a person of her own. Skye. That was her name.

She couldn't formulate words anymore, swimming in and out of self-awareness. Turning into a stream of thoughts, memories, moments that made her a whole being.

So that was what she sent him. A focused stream of who she was. What she felt. What happened to her.

The consciousness, the stranger, shifted. Changed. Activated. Like waking up from a long dream, he, she or it reacted to her thoughts. To the onslaught of memories.

Now there were glimpses coming back. The person, vast and wide like a whole world, giant and overwhelming enough to connect with the whole net of the Islands, couldn't answer. It was confused. But still, she got the glimpses.

Explosion. Blood. Dragons. Giant castle-like building. Impressions and emotions. Pieces of sadness, of grief, of loss and a void.

Escape, escape, escape.

It was too much. He needed to escape. Turned into a tree. A rock. A fly. A dragon. What did it matter? Seeing the world from a different vantage point. Trying another form of existence. Everything, just to not feel the pain.

It took all her skill and experience, all her deep self-reflection and discipline to pull herself back. To realise how she was to separate herself from him. Skye. My name is Skye.

Who are you? she repeated to him. He was becoming clearer on the edges, forming a shape of colour and blackness.

Hal. The only word in the mess of thoughts and memories, of flashes that only vaguely made up a form.

He was too strong. A mage with so much power would be considered a god. The closest to a god their atheistic society, based around magic, had.

A god named Hal.

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (8/29/2024) Episode: Mini Me

Luigi would be the first to name Noemi his better half in most aspects of his life, including childcare, but he was not a neglectful parent.

Now that Skye was a toddler and displayed more independence and personality, Luigi was struck by how many of his behaviors mirrored the stories his Dads had told about his own early days, starting with a hatred of being carried.

Letting Skye walk places on his own was quite the hassle, since it took him twice as long to get anywhere, even when they kept him headed the right direction. However, the fit he would throw when they tried to pick him up quickly proved not worth it, so they resigned themselves to the wait.

A less annoying inherited trait was Skye becoming a heavy sleeper.

Fortunately, with no school schedule to worry about yet, letting him sleep in late each day was not only harmless, but quite convenient.

Noemi could head into the office first thing in the morning without worrying about waking him as she got ready. Luigi could likewise do any chores he liked and roll into work in the afternoon without needing to do much in the way of childcare for their sleepy son.

Luigi’s recent visits to family combined with seeing his boy acting so much like him triggered a particularly odd dream about meeting his younger self.

Young dream Luigi spent a lot of time congratulating the current version on finding his “special someone” and become a famous pro gamer but was very critical about adult Luigi’s struggles to put others first and failure to verify papa’s theory about The Watcher and their “legacy heir” status.

With the frankness of youth, he burst out “Well, it doesn’t seem like knowing I’m a legacy heir has done me much good! I can’t tell anyone AND it turned me into a self-absorbed sim. Papa is always right… but was he was wrong to tell us about this even if its true”?

When Luigi awoke from his dream the next morning, he headed right in to check in on Skye, who was sleeping soundly as usual.

Looking at his little boy, so small and innocent in his toddler bed, Luigi thought about his dream and what his younger self had said.

Papa Jack had started teaching Luigi about his special status as a toddler, but should he do the same for his son? Noemi would surely object, and really, had knowing he was a legacy heir done anything to help him over the years?

Skye would remain the heir whether he knew it or not, just like all Luigi’s distant ancestors papa had identified by their accomplishments and strong preference for a particular color.

With a sigh Luigi turned towards the kitchen. Given his multiple dietary restrictions he’d stepped up and started doing most of his own cooking since his step-moms departure. It wasn’t as fulfilling as mixology, but he’d quickly become pretty good at it, just like every other skill he put his mind towards learning.

That sunny morning as he grilled up some breakfast for him and Skye, he found himself with a lot on his mind and a big decision to make.

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[marshallpupfan]

Guess it's been a while since I've added any items to my Marshall collection. I was trying to cut back because I spent a little too much earlier this month... but I can't say no to merchandise of my favorite character for too long! Besides, the items you see here, believe it or not, only cost me around $6 in-total!

This cute hat was found at a Goodwill. It was only $1, too! It can't fit me, but I'm sure I can find a spot for it in my collection somewhere.

While browsing around a flea market, I found a booth that had six storage totes full of small toys. While searching through them, I found plenty of PAW Patrol merch, including some of Skye, Rocky, Zuma, and of course, Marshall! Most of them were ones I already had, but then I found this one. I had no idea they made one where he can lower his head like this. Outside of a bit of missing paint around his paws, it's in good condition, too. It was only $1, so... sold! :)

Now I just wonder what set this originally came from. Anyone know?

My folks actually found this at a Dollar General. It's got some really cute artwork! Naturally, I really love the way Marshall looks on it! Makes me wish we could get a 2D animated version of the cartoon.

Last, this 12" plush! I found it at a different flea market, and much to my surprise, it was only $1! Amusingly, that bottle was $3, so it was the most expensive of the four! lol

Of course, this thing was cheap for a reason, and you can probably tell why; it's pretty dirty, and it has a bunch of loose threads here and there (left cheek, the dots next to his nose, etc.)

Even worse, some of its seams were starting to pop loose. I didn't notice this until I got home, though at that price, I probably still would've bought it, anyway. This poor thing's had a rough life...

So... let's fix it! Hey, I've purchased a few items at flea markets before that I ended up fixing myself, and I do have some sewing knowledge. Let's see what I can do to restore some life into it!

Now, while I say I have some sewing knowledge... admittedly, it's nothing I can brag about. I have a general idea of what I'm doing, but nobody's gonna go calling me up as their go-to expert. lol

With that said, my repair turned out quite well! It's still a bit noticeable, but it certainly gets the job done!

Afterwards, I decided to give this thing a bath. I forgot to get pictures of this, but basically I just filled my bathroom sink with warm water, poured in some laundry detergent, and dipped the thing in while gently yet firmly rubbing all the dirty spots. After washing it off one final time and then gently squeezing the plush to remove as much water as I could, I placed it in front of a fan overnight help it dry.

(Word of advice; do this if you want to clean a plush. Do NOT put it in a washer & dryer, else it WILL get torn up and ruined.)

The results? I think it looks so much better now! A tiny bit scruffy because of the wash, but I just need to brush my finger over some of the fur to fix that. Overall, I'd say my hard work paid off, because I think it now looks nearly as good as new!

Funnily enough, this plush is quite similar to another I own, only smaller. It's like the younger brother to the bigger one. lol

That's all for now! I've got three more things coming in the mail soon, so hopefully I'll get to show those off by the end of the week. Perhaps a few more, though I haven't ordered them yet because I can't decide which one to pick (a backpack, or a plush based on his movie design).

[harvestmoonconfessionsv2]

Full Confession:

i've been replaying hmds, but i chose the cute version since i have... different tastes now. At first I absolutely hated Skye (i still kind of hate his canon personality) but the more i ran into him, the more i got thinking about how i would change him, and just started thinking of him through that lens, which made me realize how gay-coded he is. now i'm a bit obsessed

also because he's the only bachelor that doesn't look 40 or 12. plus the entire game just has an air of misogyny around it?? like from the story to the characters. he's somehow one of the few who isn't violently misogynistic, even though it's basically his personality, at least he doesn't push it like rock does