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cryptidpupper · 6 months

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rediscovered (read: remembered) tumblrs existence!! thought id do a quick re-introduction as my use for this account as changed.

here we go! (will update)

general introduction !! ༘

my name is cody (call me feral! /nf) i am 16, my birthday is the 27th of september. i use he/him it/its pronouns + neos (they/them is okay as well) i am transmasc and spectrasexual, i struggle with labels but so far i am happy with these. (+ some xenogenders)

australian !

autistic, adhd, sad, mdd and arfid. (i am professionally diagnosed, am and have been medicated since i was 4yo and been going to talk-therapy for 8yrs)

this is my resource carrd it also links to my special interest & personal carrd :3 my prns page and thats about it. (my twt, disc, ao3, pin and spotify are in my carrd)

࣪ ៹ specifics !!

BYI 𓂃★ ︵︵ ⧣₊˚﹒ b4 u interact . . .

i am white + christian (religion is personal for me) ︵︵ i use neoprns and identify with multiple xenogenders ︵︵ i (usually) need tone tags ︵︵ i talk about my interests *a lot* ︵︵ my social skills are poor ︵︵ if i dont respond, please know that its most likely due to my own mental health / stress !!

DNI 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒ do not interact if you. . .

are transphobic, homophobic, queerphobic, ableist, racist, antisemitic, sexist, pro life, anti-vax, etc. ⸝⸝ force beliefs/opinions onto others ⸝⸝ disrespect agere, petre, any religion, zodiacs, etc ⸝⸝ talk over / for minorities ⸝⸝ make fun of someone for having 'basic' interests / 'niche' interests ⸝⸝ belittle someone based on their interests ⸝⸝ victim blame ⸝⸝ dont like my interests

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╰➤ Other ° . ıllılı . ꒷꒦

ꔛ ۫ i separate art from the artist, however this only works to an extent ☆

𖥦 if i say something insensitive or speak on a topic i am not knowledgeable on, please feel free to educate me or alert me.ヽ♥︎

꒰୨୧◞ i love to share my headcanons ! and general thoughts/theories ! however i dont enjoy seeing negative attention towards my special interests 。

⤷ i am sensitive　◍

☆ જ⁀➴ my favourite aesthetics include yamikawaii, gurokawaii, feralcore, cryptidcore, chaotic academia, puppycore and more!

リ﹒Ꮺ i might post and reblog a bit too much — ♡﹒;

✚⠀i age regress ! usually not willingly, i do so after meltdowns⠀❜⠀⠀

﹕i draw, write & read fanfiction, scrapbook, talk to my friends and i am homeschooled! ≛ ・

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. .╭┈ ᐟᐟ☆🗒️💭 QnA .ᐟ ╰୧

──★ ˙ ̟ lets go .ᐟ .ᐟ

. .┇ ◟ ✰ ⋮ why am i blocked ? :

──★ ⇨ ˙ ̟ multiple reasons, but most are simply for my own peace of mind.

. .┇ ◟ ✭ what will you post?┆

──★ ⇨ ˙ ̟ i'll be reblogging things related to my special interests, pixels/resources/graphics, things i find funny, things i find interesting, and more ! the stuff i'll post will be thoughts, headcanons, maybe some art, my own pixel collection, rants, etc. while practising coding, this will be my lil online journal of sorts. ('cause i wanna make my own website !)

. .┇ ◟ ∿ what sort of suggestions do you take? :

──★ ⇨ ˙ ̟ i make pngs, banners, and am trying to start making more gifs, pixels and graphics. i doodle occasionally too ! once i post that i'll link examples here

. .┇ ◟ ↳ AR level ?:

──★ ⇨ ˙ ̟ 50, but i have a bunch of xp 'cause i get too nervous when levels get too high >_<

. .┇ ◟ ‧₊˚ ┊genshin uid? :

──★ ⇨ ˙ ̟ i am on the asian server and my uid is 852754946 :D (my current pfp is childe)

. .┇ ◟ ₊˚ ‧ current 5stars ? ₊ ๑

──★ ⇨ ˙ ̟ 12 ! kazuha, tighnari, cyno, neuvillette, childe, albedo, xiao, venti, jean, wriothesley, yoimiya and dehya ! (pls come home alhaitham)

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special interests & hyper-fixations ᯓ★

HISTORY ★ .ᐟ History .ᐟ English Monarchs .ᐟ Russian Tsar .ᐟ Ancient Medicine .ᐟ Egypt .ᐟ Boudica and much more .ᐟ The history of Psychology .ᐟ Sigmund Freud, and others .ᐟ WWII .ᐟ All of it .ᐟ

MEDIA ★ .ᐟ Haikyuu!! .ᐟ Yuri!!! on Ice .ᐟ Sk8 the Infinity .ᐟ Boku No Hero Academia .ᐟ Manhwa, Manhua, Manga .ᐟ Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba .ᐟ Bungou Stray Dogs .ᐟ Genshin Impact .ᐟ Hazbin Hotel .ᐟ

MISC ★ .ᐟ Random Facts (literally anything) .ᐟ SFX Makeup .ᐟ F.R.I.E.N.D.S. .ᐟ Big Bang Theory .ᐟ Poetry and Literature .ᐟ Etymology .ᐟ Sharks .ᐟ Podcasts .ᐟ Mäneskin .ᐟ Linguistics and Language .ᐟ Junji Ito .ᐟ

OTHERS ★ .ᐟ Bones .ᐟ Teeth .ᐟ Organs .ᐟ Aesthetics .ᐟ Coding .ᐟ Genshin VAs .ᐟ

SCIENCE/BIO ★ .ᐟ Medicine/Paramedicine/Surgery .ᐟ Psychology/Mental Illness/Disorders .ᐟ Tourettes .ᐟ ASD .ᐟ DID .ᐟ PTSD .ᐟ ADHD .ᐟ Schizophrenia .ᐟ Bipolar Disorder .ᐟ OCD .ᐟ BPD .ᐟ PANDAS .ᐟ Tuberculosis .ᐟ Typhoid .ᐟ Bubonic Plague and others .ᐟ Medical Mysteries .ᐟ Human Behaviour .ᐟ Autoimmune Disorders .ᐟ Lobotomies .ᐟ Pharmacology .ᐟ

TRUE CRIME ★ .ᐟ True Crime .ᐟ Missing Persons .ᐟ Murder .ᐟ Serial Killers .ᐟ Medical Murders .ᐟ Israel Keyes .ᐟ Charlie Brandt .ᐟ Dellen Millard .ᐟ Ed Kemper .ᐟ Rodney Alcala .ᐟ Herb Baumeister .ᐟ Robert William Pickton .ᐟ The "Lonely Hearts" Killers .ᐟ Dexter Killer .ᐟ Bathtub Killer .ᐟ Lipstick Killer and others .ᐟ

UNKNOWN ★ .ᐟ The Supernatural/Ghosts/Aliens .ᐟ Mothman .ᐟ Spring Heeled Jack .ᐟ Chupacabra .ᐟ Jack the K!ller .ᐟ Van Gough .ᐟ BigFoot .ᐟ Rasputin .ᐟ The Dyatlov Pass .ᐟ Reykjavik Confessions .ᐟ Other Unsolved Mysteries .ᐟ Cryptids in general .ᐟ Urban Legends .ᐟ Mythology .ᐟ Religion .ᐟ Cryptozoology .ᐟ

YOUTUBERZ ★ .ᐟ Kurtis Conner .ᐟ Drew Gooden .ᐟ Danny Gonzalez .ᐟ Moriah Elizabeth .ᐟ penguinz0 .ᐟ Primink .ᐟ Sam O'Nella .ᐟ Buzzfeed Unsolved .ᐟ

SONGS ✮ 🎧 [▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|။၊|• 0:10]

⤷ "SPIT IN MY FACE" THXSOMCH

⤷ "BABY SAID" Måneskin

⤷ "Girl Anachronism" The Dresden Dolls

[ BANDS & ARTISTS ✮ 🎸

⤷ Måneskin

⤷ Will Wood

ᶻ﹕→ ．kins !

⟡ ⁺◟biggest kin . . . ꜜ (they're literally me /nsrs)

kaveh ໑ tobio kageyama ໑ edogawa ranpo ໑ tighnari ໑

⁺◟mid kin . . . ꜜ (similar in trauma, general character, likes/dislikes, humour, etc)

osamu dazai ໑ alhaitham ໑

⁺◟least kin . . . ꜜ (only one or two aspects.)

akutugawa ryunosuke ໑

#introduction #introductory post #kinlist #kinnie #dni list #intro #agere #special interest #hyperfixation #autism #neurodivergent #adhd #genshin impact #gorou #razor #genshin #bsd

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diary-in-disguise · 2 years

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Awful Day 1/22/23

Just an awful day. It’s hard to really say what happened but i guess i have to in this journal. Basically ESTJ touched a shittier artists work last year. He edited it to make it look good and the design was completely changed. However the artist complained we couldn’t use it and i was kind of neutral but ESTJ was pissed. The whole thing looked like a redraw with a lot of design changes but a bunch of shit artists just kind of piled on us. I told one off. However i feel like ESTJ just went nuts on them. Then i unleashed a wall of text and nobody really responded. Nothing ever changes in the server. However 2 members messaged me concerned over my mental health. Saying i was obsessing over the server and my art and i should step down as moderator. It was hard to stomach, especially how cold and awkward both kind of got.

But i can’t. Nobody is as good as me. Anyways i feel better after doing 2 ballet workouts. However i felt so much awful dread today. Just so much on and off crying. I probably cried around 5 times i just couldn’t let it go. My soul and emotions hurt so much because nobody knew how much i worked. However i will try and do more to improve my life. Maybe this is a little of a wake up call to get more work life balance. My art should be for fun more than work. But it hasn’t been fun in a long time. Just sometimes feels silly how i obsess over these pixel anime girls. Somedays it just feels like the world will end if i don’t try with them. Even with my reading i just felt so much dread, I kept seeing these horrible things in my mind like demonized beasts and people wondering around these fields feral and stupid. It was just kind of scary and i didn’t like it. But my mind sends me such bad things when i’m upset. I’m thinking again about traveling and engaging with my own life more after Las Vegas. I hope it pans out after i do a good research session.

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csmeaner · 2 years

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CS has made me such a snob and I’ve met lots of people with similar attitudes but I don’t know if they realize it yet:

“Oh, that design will never be worth much so I’d better save for something better.”

“That’s a beautiful design, but it’s not brand name. Maybe I could get it just to look at, but I’ve gotta focus on my Popular Shit so people know what a Popular Piece of Shit I am.”

“This design has XYZ elements out of place.”

“I couldn’t be seen dead with this design. Absolute cringe.”

Yanno what, Mod Shit? I’m gonna return to the forest and go feral. Cringe is dead–long live cringe.

Gonna dust off my old sparkledogs, my Warrior Cats, and all the other dumb shit I put away because I wanted to be a member of the “in” crowd and be “cool”.

Yes, this sparkledog has an obnoxious color scheme. I like it. Fuck you.

Yes, this anthro’s markings are never the same from drawing to drawing. I like it. Fuck you.

Yes, I’m drawing the cringiest, “I’m 14 and this is deep” emo art to express the fact that modern capitalism sucks. I like it. Fuck you.

Yes, I got this weird-looking-cat-that-could-be-a-dog-who-knows for the equivalent of 30 cents and I like it. Fuck you.

Yes, I draw like a blind man with the shakes. It’s fun and I like it. Fuck you.

Yes, this is just a bunch of color shat out onto a page. I like it. FUCK YOU.

In summary, fuck you, and fuck myself for becoming the equivalent of a wine snob over art. Art is supposed to be fun and freedom, not some stupid pissing contest about who can spend the most money over the most popular brand name pixels.

be free, anon, be free and shake your little frog ass as much as you want

we are cringe

but we are free

#general

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botwstoriesandsuch · 4 years

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DEAR FISH FUCKERS, YOU’RE WELCOME

I’ve done what no other has done before (to my knowledge) and found the aging system for the Zora!

Ok so this started as simple research for this ask

See, I misread the phrasing of “best educated guess” to “research for 2 hours and come to a conclusive answer” so anyhow before I indulge you into the answers of the universe allow me to explain the research I’ve come across

[TL;DR at the bottom]

So firstly, we have to look at our conclusive evidence, from which we’ll base our theory/headcanon on, which can mainly be found in the Creating a Champion book, and some dialogue in game. I’ve compiled them all in these bullets here

Zora children are around 20ish years old [as said by dialogue with Finley in her love letter sidequest, I don’t have a screenshot but please just take my word for it]

150ish is considered middle-aged for Zora

Muzu is around 4 centuries old

Curved claws, weathered fins, and worn noses are signs of an older Zora that is more than 3 centuries(ish) old

Zora that were friends with Link must be around 150ish (not just 100), since you need to also account for the 20+ years of growing from a child stage, to the more normal sized form that you see them in the game, ergo, it’s that age plus the 100 years stasis that we determine the “middle age” of around 150

150 is the middle age, double that for the average old age of 300 years, but I say it could go to 400 too for additional reasons I’ll explain later with examples with my final age system. Anyhow, Muzu is around 400 if you take the 100 years for actually growing up from childhood, additional 100+ years of holding a different job as I doubt you just straight out hire a councilman without experience, and then another century for where he first started working in in the council, training Mipha, which would overlap with the period of the pre and post Great Calamity and Link’s return, meaning that’s 3 centuries plus 50ish years if we’re being generous with the overlap. This would help line up with the “for over a century” line as that doesn’t quite mean 2 centuries of working in the council, but Muzu is definitely getting up there to 4 centuries for his age alone

Now, I thought, this was gonna be my breakthrough, this screenshot here, depicting the traits of the older Zora. The elderly Zora are probably around 3 centuries old (since King Dorephan said they were young men around Mipha’s time, 150ish+100 gives us the range of 250-300), so I was like “Oh l can look at the size of their fins and noses and head/tail things and find a more efficient way to find their age” but nOPE. There is very little variation in that ballpark, the Zora either have exaggerated weathered noses or nice and shiny fins and no in between. The size of their head fins are roughly the same, with again, the only exaggerated differences being with the King and Sidon which doesn’t help at all because the Royal Zora already have a bunch of other difference such as their SIZE to name one.

I even went to the part about their curved toes, which initially would line up with some other Zora like Muzu

And let me tell you

I’ve looked at their toes

This is them from a child, a middle-aged, and an elderly. Color doesn’t matter and the curve? Well there’s

BARELY A DIFFERENCE

At least not nearly enough to find an efficient way to find age. Even Muzu’s final model didn’t have the exaggerated curvature as seen in the book.

I looked at their tail tail fins, (not the tail on their head, but their actual small rounded tail fin by their butts) because the book also mentioned how the grown Zora have more pronounced tail fins compared to the kids, but it was the same for the 150s and the 300s sooo not that helpful

So I kept digging. In the book I found that King Dorephan was crowned around 100 years before the game started. In addition I reread the 10 Zora stone monuments and found that he had killed a Guardian with his bare hands and thrown it off a cliff, which he still had a scar from.

[and yes I attempted to find his definitive age by seeing how long it takes for a scar to fade but I gave up cause Zora anatomy is too different to find a conclusive answer]

So I was like, “ok Dorephan had to have been around 150 when he came to the throne, then 50 years later the guardians are excavated giving way to the story about the guardian...” blah blah blahbla I even went to the supposed site where that guardian was, but it all didn’t really give me that much more info than what I already knew. I was researching ways to age the rock monuments from visuals alone which needless to say is pretty impossible, so I gave up on finding Dorephan’s age and I kept digging.

All I wanted was something physical that could properly give way to identifying a Zora’s age was that too much to ask???

Now this is where I had all but given up, it seems that my only answer was this vague note about how their fins move up when they grow

Which, to be fair, held true when I looked at the in-game character models myself, but I can’t exactly pixel measure these things for each Zora.

But THAT’S where the revelation came. I was so focused on finding inconsistencies within the elderly Zora, when I should have been looking at the young baby ones. See, this pictures, literally right next to the page about elderly Zora that I was analyzing for ages, is the key to it all

Now, I was thinking about the rings on a tree, and certain species of banded fish that grow and discard different markings as they grow older, I even counted the neck rings on certain Zora to see if they did that thing where they add a ring for each birthday like some African and Asian cultures do (look it up, that stuff’s pretty interesting!) and that is where it struck me.

Count how many luminescent markings are on their head

The males have 11, the females have 8 (on the one side, the other side has the same number of dots but for simplicity purposes I’m doing one side)

Now let’s count for these Zoras, who are middle aged-ish

The male has 10, the female has 7.

Now let’s look at the oldest Zora that we know of

3 dots above the eye, four on the tail. Muzu that motherfucker has 7 damn dots and I couldn’t be happier.

MY DUDES, GALS, AND PALS THIS IS IT, I’VE CHECKED AND DOUBLE CHECKED WITH NEARLY EVERY ZORA I COULD AND THE NUMBER OF LUMINESCENT MARKINGS ON THEIR HEAD CORRESPONDS WITH THE AMOUNT OF CENTURIES THEY’VE LIVED, LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY DOWN TO THE DOT

First we have Muzu, who as I’ve preciously stated is around 4 centuries old. 11-4? Oh, it’s seven, and that’s the amount of markings he has? OOoo??

How about this Zora Lady who recognized Link from 100 years ago?

Seven dots? 8-7 is 1 so shes just over one century which lines up timeline wise. You can even see how the third dot is slowing shrinking on her head so she’s coming up on 2 centuries

Ok how about the elders?

NINE. 11-9 is 2 centuries, with again, the dot by their head shrinking significantly showing how they’re getting up on 3 centuries.

The part I circled in green there is jewelry, not a marking, however this only goes further to prove my point. What better way to appear youthful than to have jewelry that makes it look like you have more markings than you have, made with luminous stone, no less.

This guy? Seggin? Super close to 4 centuries, those dots are fading away fast. Count your days old timer

Random dude that doesn’t recognize Link but is an new apprentice for sculpture making? 10 dots, a fresh 1 century pal, lookin young

I was a feral child running across the Domain screaming people’s ages in their face like a rude, naive, brat, I was elated to say the least. Especially since this system even works on the King himself

[plus one dot slightly behind the fin here...]

King Dorephan has 7 dots, he’s 400 years old. Which still lines up timeline wise, especially since he’s similar age with Muzu who he has stated is one of his most trusted advisors, beecaaaaaaaause of the years they’ve spent working together the timelines match uppppppp

This system works for almost all Zora, with 2 exceptions. Guards have helmets that cover their markings, so it’s impossible to tell. In addition, Prince Sidon, has sixteen lights on this hammerhead because he’s fancy like that (we already know he’s canonically 2ish centuries old anyhow from the DLC)

EDIT: I WAS WRONG THIS WORKS FOR SIDON TOO. The sixteen markings I was referring to was actually the amount of marking on each side of the head total, however if we look at the markings for only one side, like intended

Ten dots, Sidon’s over 100 years old. I’d say he’s closer to 150 given the timeline

Essentially, the most surefire way to find almost any Zora’s age is to identify a male or female Zora, count the number of lights on the side of their head/tail thing, then subtract from 11 if they’re a male, and from 8 for a female. The number left is how many centuries they’ve lived. You can check to see if their markings are shrinking and fading to get a sense if they’re coming up on the next century anytime soon. Comparing this with the oldest Zora we see in game, we can conclusively say that the Zora lifespan is around 3 to 4 centuries since no Zora has been seen with less than seven markings

Now go and make your Zora ocs with your appropriate number of lights. I’m gonna have a cookie

#botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda botw #loz botw #zora #zora botw #botw theory #botw headcanon #no fuck that this IS canon

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timextoxhajima · 4 years

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Grounded: Level 3

Level 2 | Level 4

Member: Minho (Lee Know)

Genre: idol minho x idol trainee reader

Taglist: @jaehyvnsvalentine @licorice526 @lolwhatameme @felixn-recs

[D E C E M B E R 2 0 1 8]

“Do you need me to g-”

“No, please stay.”

Yeonjun turns to look at you, eyebrows furrowing because he can hear the fear in your voice. By now, he’s probably figured out how one-sided you’re feeling about your friendship with Minho. He knows you’re suppressing a backhanded anger for Minho - as much as you’re aware he cannot consistently keep up with your life, it wouldn’t have been difficult for him to drop you a text every now and then.

“Are you sure?” Yeonjun looks up at the person you’re staring at, the distance slowly shrinking as Minho makes up his mind to walk towards the two of you. “I don’t want to be interrupting something important.”

“But he’s not the one who’s been helping me in a time I really need someone,” The thought being verbalised after such a long time leaves a disgusting linger on your tongue.

“Wait, y/n, what does that mean-”

“It means I want him to choose.”

Yeonjun’s frown is now deeper into his forehead. Minho is about twenty metres from you.

“Choose? You can’t expect him to choose between you and his career-”

“Why can’t I?” You are just a few notes lower than actually shouting. He’s about ten metres away now. “It’s been a year and it’s like he doesn’t remember I exist anymore.”

Yeonjun’s dark orbs are faltering as Minho closes in. Then he chooses to say something that deals a last blow to your logic.

“If he’s forgotten about your existence then he wouldn’t be walking here right now.”

The whiplash in your neck shoots bolts into your skull when you suddenly turn to Yeonjun, your breathing becoming labored as Minho stops just about a metre away from you.

“Can we talk?”

The way his voice manages to overwhelm the noise from the crowd is stunning. Then again, you haven’t heard him actually speak to you in about a year; it makes your heart want to stick itself through your chest like the Alien.

“I’m surprised you’re even allowed to walk around in public without bodyguards.”

From the corner of your eye, you note Yeonjun turning his head away in slight frustration or disapproval. Minho shuts his eyes for a moment, like he’s guilty and he’s mustering up the courage to continue.

“Contrary to popular belief, Stray Kids has a long way to go.”

The awkwardness in the air stings your nerves like water through dry, cracked skin.

“Can we please... talk? I just... I know that I haven’t been around, especially when you needed help with training.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. I have Yeonjun to help me.”

Using Yeonjun as a shield doesn’t make you feel any better though. Instead, it hurts you more when you notice the hurt that’s beginning to brew in Minho’s face, despite half his face being covered by his mask.

“And I’m happy for you,” Minho glances at Yeonjun, whose face was slightly contorted with a mixture of frustration and disapproval. He’s going to kill you when you get back to BigHit, but not in front of a debuted idol; not in front of a crowd. “But... I just wish we could go back to the way we were-”

Minho’s voice falters, and it’s a heavy blow on your angry stance in his presence. Starting to hear your heart in your left eye socket, the eyelid starts to twitch, and you can feel your nerves beginning to pull you backwards - away from Minho.

The conflict within you crushes you faster than you expected - if you were even prepared for it at all.

I hate it that I was the one who pushed you for it. I hate it that I was the one who told you to keep going. I hate it that I was the one who got so happy when you finally reached your dream. I hate it that I was the one who got mad when you prioritised your career. I hate it that I was the one who understood why you did it. I hate it that I was the one who chose to press and pull and pinch this friendship until it’s hurting me.

I hate it that it looks like it’s hurting you... more than it’s hurting me.

“I won’t be where I am without you. I wouldn’t be standing here, worried about people figuring out who I am... Had you not given me the strength to go back.”

But you’ve always been the one who’s given me strength, not me to you.

“I just wish we had more time,” He’s shaking his head ever so slightly, eyes finally travelling down when he realises he cannot maintain his disintegrating pride. “Please... I can’t- I can’t lose you. You’re one my best friends and I just... I can’t meet up with you as often as I do with my male friends because we’d both be screwed by the public-”

“And so... You forget that texting is a thing? Calling, maybe?”

Yeonjun sucks in a deep breath and intervenes, unable to contain his discontent with the way the conversation was developing. “y/n, he’s busy. He’s got a bunch of schedules to handle when he’s not vlogging his own private life. Give him a break.”

“A break?” It hurts on your heart because you were no longer sure where this anger was coming from. “Yeah, damn right he got a big break.”

“y/n!” Yeonjun snaps angrily, finally grabbing on your arm and nearly manhandling you backwards, away from Minho, like you were a feral dog.

Minho’s eyes are set on the way Yeonjun’s staring at you, while your tear-glazed eyes are flitting from Yeonjun to your best friend - or at least, who was once your best friend.

You don’t realise it until Yeonjun’s grip on your arm is holding you still - your arm was already trembling from the sheer amount of emotions ripping through you in the face of Minho.

“If you have nothing better to say, then have this conversation another day. Right now, you’re being an ass and I would’ve slapped you if we were related.”

Aggressively yanking your arm out of Yeonjun’s hold, you shift backwards and glare at Minho. Angry that he’s not spared the minimum effort to reach out to you, you turn before he can see the first tear fall from your eyes.

From afar, you can hear Minho say something to Yeonjun, but his voice is washed out by the swarming crowd as you rush through it in a bid to run back to your safe haven - right back to somewhere you’ve been emotionally condemning Minho for going to.

How ironic.

Once out along the streets and a safe distance away from the night market, the cold, almost-freezing air is threatening to solidify your tears on your cheeks. The bus stop is desolate, one of those stops that nobody waits at: that was how far you had run from where the night market was.

The familiar pattern of shoes rustling and shuffling against the floor rushes nearby, then finally slows down to a stop next to you. Your gloves are stained with the tears had stained your face when you recklessly wipe them away, not bothering about how people probably already recognise you as a BigHit trainee.

Yeonjun’s breathing calms from running after you, and you can feel his gaze tear through you, though in a different way than what Minho did.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

A sniffle clogs your nose. “No.”

“He cares, you know,” A pause. The tears run. “But what you said to him back there...”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him look down at his feet and shake his head, his slightly tousled hair from the rushing bobbing up and down.

“It wasn’t fair to him.”

Yeonjun’s comment weighed a billion tons your heart, for you know in the deepest crevices in your chest that it, in fact, was not fair.

A wince prowls over your face as you provide some kind of effort into hiding the sudden contortion when the need to cry overwhelms you. It takes you awhile to notice that the gleams in your eyes were no longer just the tears but also the snow that’s landing on the floor around your feet.

Eyebrows furrowed and eyes finally clenched shut, your lips part to suck in the deepest, coldest breath you’ve ever taken. It feels like you’ve single-handedly destroyed the most important friendship in your life and there’s nothing you could do about it.

The breath exhaled is a thick, almost cotton-like cloud as your head hangs lower and lower until you feel a heavy scarf come around your neck. Yeonjun’s questionable boots come before yours as he wraps his scarf around you, gently patting you on the crown of your head.

“I know you have feelings for him. It’s the only reason why you’re reacting like this.”

In attempt to hide your frustration, you shove your hands into your pockets and clench your fists under the thick layer of the gloves.

“But like I said before, y/n... If you’re doing this for him and not for yourself, then this isn’t an option,” He finally releases the scarf and takes a small step back. “You sign that contract and you’ll need to go through Hell just to get out of it.”

Relentless now, the tears. The snot’s that’s running down your philtrum’s staining his scarf too but- he probably can’t care less. You can’t care less. He’s seen right through you like glass and Minho- of all people- can’t see through you the same way Yeonjun does.

The sound of cars whizzing past and people walking by was strangely comforting, albeit the storms and thunder claps in your head and heart. You’ve just flushed your friendship with Minho down the toilet bowl, and there was probably nothing that could atone for it.

“Come on,” He starts, just loud enough for you to hear. “Let’s head back. The members are around, your trainees too- Hey, I heard the Bangtan hyungs are coming back tonight to celebrate the New Year with us.”

Great, another reminder.

“Right,” You sniffle loudly and carelessly wipe away your mucus and tears, forcing a smile out through all that tainted happiness. “Haven’t seen them in awhile.”

Yeonjun looks back at you with eyes that know how you’re feeling, and he offers you one of his arms for you to slide under so he could protect you from all the ache in your chest.

[F E B R U A R Y 2 0 1 9]

스트레이키즈 현진 졸업식, '막내 아이엔이랑 왔어요'(Stray Kids, SOPA Graduation)

A scoff runs dry your lips, eyes travelling from the pixelated screen to the boy sitting next to you, swinging his legs childishly while sitting atop the railings.

It’s fascinating, the way the school structured it’s pick up system. Idols or idol trainees could wait in a designated area for their respective vehicles or cars to come pick them up from the pick-up point - you were just lucky enough to know enough of these people to wait with them.

“What?” Hyunjin whines, lips twisted downwards like those ‘colon and bracket’ sad faces. “It’s not my fault you watch so much Stray Kids’ content.”

Jeongin was fiddling with his sleeve when he finally looks up at you, and the boy decides to slap you across the face with words that you would’ve otherwise slapped him for.

“But don’t you only watch Lee Know hyung’s stuff?”

Hyunjin’s eyes dart to the younger, sucking his lips between in his teeth in a bid to hide his cheeky smirk.

“Man’s got a point.”

“You two have a death wish.”

“Bye, Stray Kids!” You turn to see Daehwi and Woojin rushing for a black van. “Bye, y/n! I hope to see you on stage soon!”

“I’ll think about it!” Waving back aggressively, Daehwi giggles as he gets into the car after Woojin.

Hyunjin, Jeongin and you wave at the passengers of the van as they drive off. Hyunjin was holding a bag full of bouquets whilst you were holding just two, one that Yeonjun and TXT had delivered and another from your fellow trainees.

“You’re still thinking about that contract?”

“You make it sound like I’m thinking of buying a piece of clothing.”

“It’s just... you’ve gone so far. You’ve been training for- what? 2 years now? Stopping now would render your two years of training useless.”

“Look, I just need more time to... decide.”

Both boys turn to look at you, one obviously more aware of the situation than the other. Hyunjin’s brows are slightly furrowed when he can hear the weight in your voice.

His lips are parted just before he can say something, but a honk beeps him out of his train of thought.

“Oh! He’s here!” Jeongin hops off the railings and rushes to the side of the pavement.

Hyunjin jumps off and turns to you first, eyes calming scanning your face that’s struggling to hide any hint of emotion.

“I think you should talk to him. He’s as upset and bothered about it as you are.”

Their pick-up stops right before Jeongin, who pulls open the door and climbs in first.

Unable to set down your pride, you choose to look away, not noticing Hyunjin leaning into the car to get something before he climbs in himself.

“This,” He holds out a bouquet of roses and baby breaths wrapped in white and blue.

For me?

“This is his apology. I think you have a part to play in this too.”

“Hyunjin-ah, time to go,” The manager calls out from inside, greeting you with a small wave from the drivers’ seat. Your smile is weak with the flowers in your hands, and Hyunjin gives you a gentle pat on the shoulder before he gets in the car again.

Waving to Jeongin who was waving to you through the back window of the car, you can feel the weight of the flowers in your arm. After the car is out of sight, you look down and inspect the gift, picking out a small card with Minho’s handwriting on it.

Happy Graduation! I hope you’re doing alright, and that you’re taking care of yourself well. I heard you’re still training at BigHit, and Yeonjun told Changbin that he’s debuting soon... which means he’s not around much to help you so, if you ever need help, you know who to look for.

Love, Minho

Another horn blares you out of your raging calm - it’s your pick-up. Clutching the flowers tightly, there’s a growing desire to get to the point where he inspired you to work towards.

[M A R C H 2 0 1 9]

Surprise 모두 기립 박수

Suicide squad 현실판에

Frightening Let’s get burning now

The adrenaline is rushing through you a thousand miles per hour, any more and you could probably phase through a wall or something. It looks satisfying in the mirror, probably later when you monitor your progress but right now, all you were worried about were your arm angles and how your head isn’t moving according to the be--

Click

Two familiar heads of brown locks strut into the practise room, completely not fazing your lonesome performance in the sickening room.

“Wow, ATEEZ?” Soobin chuckles as he walks in after Yeonjun.

“I- It’s a- It’s a good song to practise my- stamina-” This last San bit is a pain in the ass.

“But an ATEEZ song?” Yeonjun winces at you through the reflection in the mirror as he watches you thud to the floor at the end of the performance. The music comes to a halt, slightly echoing in the studio. “It’s like you’re practising for a marathon.”

“Well,” There is an apparent struggle to catch your breath while you remain on the floor, eyes looking up at the two boys. “Let’s just say if it’s one thing I’m getting an A for tomorrow at my evaluation, it’s going to be dancing, so...”

“That sounds like you,” Soobin nudges Yeonjun as he stretches a palm out for you to take.

“Whoa,” Strutting over to your bottle by the mirror, you pull the cap off and raise a teasing brow at Soobin. “I don’t think you can ever compare me with the top trainee of BigHit.”

Soobin giggles at Yeonjun rolling his eyes in the mirror, just short of hurling something at you before he tackles you over and messes up your sweaty hair. But TXT was so well-received in their debut, it almost hurt to believe that you could be debuting as their first sister group.

“How are your vocals and rapping? Didn’t you say they’ll only make you do monthly evaluations after you sign the contract?” The plastic bag that you didn’t notice from before gets taken away by Soobin, and he fishes out some bottles of energy drinks and some sandwiches.

“I could be better at singing... I assume... Yeah, no- I... I asked for the monthly evaluations.”

“What?” Soobin’s eyes are adorably enlarged, twice their original size. “Are you nuts? Just what have you gotten yourself into? My God, you’re even dumber than I thought.”

“I would second that,” Yeonjun points to you after pointing to Soobin with his thumb over his shoulder. “But, it’s a great way to maintain your progress.”

Then he goes over to sit down next to Soobin near the sound system. “Got anything you need help with?”

“Uh...” Running your fingers through your greasy hair, you rest your free hand on your hip, running the songs through your head like an archive.

“Are you performing 3 songs for each category or- You’re not singing, rapping and dancing to ATEEZ, are you?!”

“The Hell- No!” You chuckle and wave the nonsensical conclusion off.

“Oh, thank God,” Yeonjun clutches his chest. “Else, you could probably pack up and move out of your dorms by tomorrow evening.”

“If it’s one thing I’m getting that A for, it’s dancing. So... I could get all the help I could get.”

Yeonjun strolls towards the sound system where the player was, scrolling through the list of songs that were most commonly played.

And so, Yeonjun and Soobin watch you slide across the floor while performing an EXO song, sing a song from HONNE, and completely forgo the rap section. Soobin’s tears of laughter stained the floorboards as Yeonjun rushes after you in a bid to tackle you and ruffle your already messy hair, because how dare you forget that rapping is a thing!

When they leave for their own training, the coolness of the studio finally sinks in after another long day. Your earbuds are finally useful now, after hours and hours of nothing but loud blasting so you can deafen and annoy yourself with the same songs over and over.

난 알고 있어도 날 볼 수가 없어

답답해 제발 딱 한 번만

The studio lights are still finding some way to seep through your lids despite them being shut, and his voice feels like you’ve been pulled through Hell just to reach Heaven. But the lyrics have etched itself into your brain like carvings into stone, and it keeps you awake at night.

Maybe you were overthinking, feeling all his emotions in those two lines he got in that song. But you heard something, even if it was just in your head, it was something.

He looks different now. The way he’s on stage, the way his nerves shift along with the beat, the way his voice comes out louder but still quieter than his heart and the thoughts in his head. He was never one to actually vocalise his feelings until he hits his tipping point... so, it’s a new kind of sour or bitter or all the tastes you dislike that lingers on your tongue.

Lee Minho, you are one of a kind.

Tiredness gets the better of you when you are aware you’re slowly drifting off to sleep. Your muscles have ached to the point where you no longer feel the pain; they just feel numb. The world starts to feel lighter, even if its the tiniest bit, as the exhausting slumber claims you...

Thus, it’s a startling surprise when you are jolted out of your sleep by someone tapping on your shoulders, and you are sure your eyes are bloodshot.

“Oh, y/n!” It’s Jung Hoseok, J-Hope of BTS. “My God, did you sleepover?!”

“Oh- I-” You pull your phone out of your pocket, realising it’s dead. “I guess I did... What time is it?”

Hoseok immediately helps you up to your feet when he sees you struggling to get up, hair messy and smelling disgusting, probably. “Um, it’s 11am.”

“WHAT-” Hoseok hops back in surprise when you nearly yell in his face, and you fumble around to collect your things to return to the dorms to wash up, only for you to come back and continue before you were royally screwed over by the judging panel. “11?! I have an evaluation at 2pm!”

“Wait, y/n! Didn’t you ask for this evaluation yourself? There isn’t a need to worry if you can’t make it for an unofficial one-”

“No, but I- I worked hard for this-” Grabbing your speaker and phone and charger and earpiece and earbuds and clothes and knee guards, you can feel the stress building up like Jenga in your stomach. “I can’t not get that A for dance at least-”

Then you are one feet out of the studio before you abruptly run into someone, nearly smashing your shoulder into the unknown stranger.

That is, until you look up in a bid to apologise out of politeness.

But then there it is again, those dark brown feline eyes. It’s like you’ll never escape them; it’s like you’d always run into them when you least expect to.

“Minho.”

He blinks, obviously surprised.

“y/n,” He glances above your head, possibly looking at J-Hope, before looking back down at you. “Are you... okay? You look like-”

“Shit?”

Minho purses his lips, unable to contain the little smirk that surfaces in the corner of his mouth before he panics and covers the bottom half of his face. Even you weren’t sure if you were making a joke about yourself, or that you were genuinely trying to rub it in his face that your friendship was as good as gone.

“I was... going to say exhausted. But I assume you already know that?”

Tired, you run your hand through your slightly greasy hair, your bag slung messily over your shoulder. “Yes, I’m aware. And I have an evaluation to worry about in three hours so... I gotta bolt.”

It feels like you’re trying to shift mountains, looking at him in the eye. He isn’t that much taller but there’s definitely something different about him. Not to say that he was looking down on you, but he now walks with confidence on his shoulders and pride in his heart, and no matter how much you detested him for forgetting that you existed, you were happy for him.

But of course, you’re prideful yourself, so you choose to look down and walk away from him.

It’s time to worry about myself.

#skz #stray kids lee know #lee know scenarios #lee know #skz lee know #skz lee minho #stray kids #lee know fanfic

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Part of the DontNeedADiscord Pride Week, Day 6: Parade

“I’m really sorry Administrator,” I coughed into my tissue. “It really is- achoo-! It really is that bad. But at least it came after I got all that work done yesterday, right?”

The slightly pixelated Administrator on the other end of the Zoom call did not chime in in agreement. She narrowed her eyes, and I swallowed, hoping the sweat beading down the side of my face added to the charade.

After several tense seconds, the Administrator said, “very well. But I expect you early tomorrow morning to make up for the lost contracts.”

“Oh d-definitely,” I sniffed. “I’m sure it’ll be c-cleared up by tomorrow,”

“It better be. Administrator out.”

Her face hung frozen for a half second before the call dropped, replaced by a black void on my screen. I cautiously closed the webcam cover, just in case.

Then, I flew into a frenzy, wiping off the makeup I’d used put fake bags under the eyes. From my nose I removed two stubs of tissue, and took in a glorious breath now that I was freed from stuffy-nostrils. The sweat was real though. I’d never lied to the Administrator before, never to her face, and the sudden adrenaline as I realized what I’d just pulled off threatened to jitter me out of my skin.

“Yes!” I said, punching the air. “Ha! I did it!”

The exultation was short lived, as my head whipped to where my laptop was still sitting open. The call was over but…better be extra safe and power that off before I go.

I changed out of the grubby, sick-girl pajamas, and went to my closet. Habitually, my hand went to one of my numerous purple tops, but stopped just short of the hanger. Was this what I was going to wear, today of all days? Same boring work clothes I did for the other three hundred sixty-four days a year? I drew my hand back and frowned.

Screw it. Who knew when the next time I’d work up the nerve to do this again?

I began shoving hangers aside, heavy with their deep whooshing as I sorted through dozens and dozens of painfully similar button downs. Sometimes there was even a dress! How original! So I just kept searching and searching until-

There! Right at the back: an orange Hawaiian shirt I’d worn exactly once, back when I’d been forced to take my government mandated vacation. I pulled it on with gusto.

The tangles came free from my hair—I hadn’t brushed it yet that morning in order to give it that “sickly” look—and then I was in front of the bathroom mirror. Biting my lip, I looked down at the facepaints I’d bought on an impulse, thinking at the time I could paint little flags on my cheeks, but now that the time was upon me I wondered if it was too much. Already I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, how much more wild was I willing to get?

But, well, since I’d already bought them…

Fifteen minutes later, I examined myself in the mirror again, and gave a relieved sigh. Hadn’t managed to smudge a thing!

Sensible shoes, my bus pass, and then I was off.

The parade was vibrant, so much better in person instead of looking at YouTube clips later and sighing wistfully. My first day off to coincide with it ever, and all I’d had to do was a little office subterfuge. Now, as long as I didn’t end up in any photos, no one would know I’d been here at all! Everything was going to be absolutely-

“-Oof, entschuldigung, I did not see you there.” The man who’d just bumped into me adjusted his glasses. “Miss Pauling?”

“Medic?” I gaped. “What are you doing here?”

“I am here for the parade of course,” he said, gesturing around. He was dressed for it, his usual vest replaced with one of horizontal rainbow stripes. “As are you, I assume.”

“Yes but,” I stumbled over my words. “What about work?”

“Ah, the Voice? I simply told her I was sick.”

I felt my spirits sink. “Did you now.” I rubbed my face, only remembering to avoid the facepaint at the last second. “It’s fine. Great to see you actually. As long as no one else recognizes us I’m sure we’re-”

“Doktor! Miss Pauling!”

“Aw jeez.”

Pushing through the crowd to greet them was the Heavy Weapons Guy—even worse, Engie appeared to be tagging along behind him, discussing a brochure with a unicorn-costume clad Pyro.

“Did not expect to see you here,” Heavy said as he made it to our side of the street. “Thought little Pauling must work.”

“Could say the same to you guys!” I said, irritation creeping into my voice. “Don’t tell me you all just played hookey together?”

“Naw,” Engie replied. “Didn’t know any of these fellers were coming until we all ran into each other.”

“This is bad,” I began to titter. “If we’re here, then who’s at the office?”

“…Is this a bad time to tell you that Demo ‘n Soldier are coming at us from down the street?”

I whipped around. Sure enough, there they were: Soldier with rainbow-striped American flag tied around his shoulders, and Demo with his afro dyed a deep commitment to purple.

“Ahhhhh!” I couldn’t help but let out. “Why did you all have to skip work at the same time as me?”

“We all wanted to come to the parade, lass.” Then, noting my distress, Demo added with a wink, “don’t fret! The old woman won’t know a thing. Currently, I’m home in bed with the measles.”

“The measles,” I deadpanned. I turned to our now rather obstructing group. “And what did the rest of you say?”

“Gingivitis,” Soldier offered.

“Chicken pox.”

“Halitosis.”

“Cat Scratch Fever,” Scout said, taking a bite from a hot dog.

“Scout!” I demanded. “When did you get here?”

He shrugged. “Don’t blame me, I was just following Spy, seeing why he was sneaking around and crap.”

“And I told you,” Spy’s voice replied, “that I was merely following the bushman and seeing what he was up to.”

“Wankers.”

Maybe I should just stop turning around. Then my coworkers would have to stop randomly appearing behind me, right?

“That’s literally everyone,” I berated them all. This time, when I rubbed my palms under my glasses, I did end up smudging the paint, streaks of white and pink running up my cheeks. “Uhg, we’re so screwed. What is the Administrator going to think when she walks in to the office and sees-”

“Absolutely no one?”

Okay. It looked like I’d have to turn around in a horrified manner one more time.

The Administrator parted the crowd around her, not the least because her shoulder pads threatened to stab anyone who got too close. Everyone shrank before her, except for Heavy maybe because I don’t think he has it in him to shrink before anyone.

“Helen,” I started, then cleared my throat. “I guess you uh…took a guess where we all went huh?”

“That I did.” She blinked down at her employees. “I must say I am disappointed. Of course, I expect something like this from these idiots, but from you Miss Pauling? Couldn’t even engineer a decent structural emergency in order to justify shirking your work. At the very least you could have flooded the building, or released feral opossums into the ventilation.”

“HEY NOW,” Soldier barked from the back of the group. “Have you been reading my itinerary? Because it very clearly says SOLDIER’S DAY PLANNER, DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU ARE SOLDIER OTHERWISE I WILL KILL YOU!”

“…Are you saying you wanted me to fabricate an emergency?” I asked, perplexed.

“It would at least have been more convincing than nine separate emails from my employees, all claiming different maladies. One of which was,” she looked at her phone, “‘A Case of the Mondays’.”

“It is actually proven that worker productivity is up to thirty-three percent lower at the beginning of the week,” Medic justified.

The Administrator stared at him. “It’s Thursday.”

“Alright, alright,” Engineer butt in. “I think we can all agree that we may have messed up a little. Told a few harmless lies about medical issues we may or may not have. But that ain’t exclusive to Miss P here! We all’ve been lying ‘round here, and it ain’t fair to single her out.”

“The laborer is right,” Spy agreed. “The blame should fall on all of us.”

One by one, to my amazement, the others spoke up, or nodded in agreement. When I glanced up at the Administrator again, she had an eyebrow raised, as though I had somehow orchestrated this as well.

“I could instruct you all to return to work, you know,” she said. “It is only fair that your recrimination should begin there. However…”

“You showed up, saw how sick it was, and decided you’re going to hang out and eat hot dogs with us instead?” Scout asked.

She glared at him. “I still have work that must be done before the end of the day. But, it appears Miss Pauling has tripled her workload in the week leading up to today, she has effectively removed any urgency from the rest of your duties. Thanks to her foresight, you are technically not needed at the office today.”

“Aih! Way to go lassie!” Demo said, squeezing me around the shoulders until only my toes were on the ground. Similar congratulations were offered, everyone getting in a pat on the back.

“You inspire great loyalty, Miss Pauling,” she said. “But do not let this happen again.” With that she turned, and disappeared into the revelry.

“Wow,” I said. “I think I’m going to have a heart attack now.”

“Have one when the parade is over!” Soldier demanded. “Look! Floats!”

There certainly were floats. As the chatter died down, and everyone celebrated their good luck, I was left standing among my friends with a new appreciation, these people who’d stuck by me when it’d counted. They were a bit of a colorful bunch but, hey, who better to celebrate pride with than them?

#dnadprideweek2021 #tf2 fanfiction

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Okay, so I had two dreams tonight but I can only remember the second one and I wanted to share it because it was weird and mildly interesting. It’s a bit long, but here it goes.

CWs: Character death and, uh, slight gore? I don’t know, I never know how to tag this stuff. There’s mentions of blood and some implied body horror stuff going on. And something like murder.

It took place in something like a Minecraft world (in a premade Christmas town to be exact) and it was from Dojima’s POV. Somehow, I could tell it was a Dojiruki roleswap even though it didn’t have any actual roleswap elements aside from Dojima having a Persona, which I could only infer from the ending so it doesn’t really count.

Anyways, I (or I guess Dojima) was exploring the town and the time and the weather were all messed up. I mean… It was Minecraft, so it was a flat world, but there were still time zones, so you could be having a sunny afternoon at home while your neighbors were having a rainy night. The seasons were all messed up too because we went into a storm, but, when we turned back, the neighbors were having a summer day when at the beginning of the dream it had been spring, and the narrator (who didn’t show up for anything else) said some scientific sounding bullshit about how areas on the borders of storms experience temporary summer. Oh, and also the sky looked mechanical because whenever it moved, changing the time and weather for everything under it, the transition effect was pixelated, but it looked pretty with the gradients.

Anyways, I’m getting hung up on the aesthetic instead of the actual plot. So, after we arrived to the spot where day changed into night, we continued walking until we saw a shadowy figure slithering out of a house. It was so quick it was hard to see, especially in the dark, but we decided to follow it, so we ran towards it and followed it past a bunch of houses until we arrived to what seemed like a toymaker’s workshop. It was really big, the lights were off, and everything around it was quiet and empty, so we could’ve perfectly broken in without anyone noticing, but the doors weren’t actual Minecraft doors but blocks placed to look like doors, so Dojima was unable to open them and we had to go back home. (We couldn’t just go around? Well okay then)

The next morning, I figured out that what happened is that, apparently, Takuto's powers had gotten out of control and the shadowy figure we saw was Azathoth. You know how werewolves go feral and transform during full moons and can’t control themselves for one night? Well, that’s what happened to him. It was a full moon and Azathoth took over his body and went absolutely nuts, wanting to scan the cognition of everyone in town in a single night, going house by house entering their minds and leaving without being seen. That was a difficult task, of course, and Azathoth was draining all of Takuto’s energy and keeping his body hostage to be able to slither and jump around as quickly and smoothly as he did. Takuto stayed in the workshop, uselessly trying to fight back against Azathoth, but the strain was too much on his body so he ended up bleeding to death. I didn’t see it, but I know that’s what happened because the newspapers all used the phrase “dry counselor” to describe his corpse, which was um. Well okay.

I also know that Dojima had the same powers as Takuto because he was like “okay, now I know how to prepare myself so that doesn’t happen to me when I awaken to my powers” and I also had a feeling that this was all in a fic someone else was writing because I couldn’t believe they had killed off Takuto and now he and Dojima wouldn’t get to meet.

#p5r spoilers #dream diary #ramble #i actually love anything with takuto being possessed so that part was interesting #but i don't get why he had to die :(#there was some good angst and hurt/comfort potential there!#dammit brain how could you deprive me of that?#death mention cw #murder mention cw #long post

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@laggysoldier Oh boy what virtual pet website don’t I like?

Allow me to introduce to y’all my pixel babies:

My Neopets. They run a cosmetics & candle company. Janraye owns and manages the business, he’s desperately trying (and repetitively failing) to get his shop to be an official npc shop. Zoudiaq (pronounced “zodiac”) goes out into the wildernesses across Neopia to discover exotic plant ingredients to use as fragrance, she’s on an endless and fruitless quest to find Lutari Island. Qinia breeds plant samples Zoudiaq brings in the garden and has a rustic lab in an old barn for making essential oils and stuff, but she sucks at growing plants and secretly had to make a pack with dark faeries in order to grow anything. Sqwone (pronounced “squown”) just owns the house they all live in. He’s a slacker who secretly raids Meridell villages at night for fun.

My Marapets. They’re a witch coven living in a leaning, run-down tower within their beloved evil sorceress queen’s (Queen Eleka’s) castle complex. They’re the youngest coven in the queen’s magical army, thus very inexperienced, but enthusiastic to help their queen take over the world of Marada. Unltraviolet is the leader, she’s a warlock and the strongest physically in battle. Belindabee is a J-pop inspired lolita-dressed musical celebrity who tours the world singing performances that have subliminal messaging that brainwashes the masses into swearing allegiance to Queen Eleka. Sayri is a Nightmare witch who’s physically frail, but can fall asleep on demand to astral project her much more powerfully heavy-hitting spirit, and can invoke nightmares into her opponents (think Darkrai from Pokemon). Seolfor is made of cheese right now but I plan on turning him into a candle. He’s the only coven member who isn’t at all sinister, he’s naively fun loving, likes carnivals and is an amateur clown who practices illusionary magic (think pulling rabbits out of hats, that stuff). Cebolinha (pronouced “Se-bowl-leen-ha)” is the only non-coven member in the household, he’s a (permanent) house guest with nowhere else to live, and he’s a journalist who reports on world politics, particularly the world leaders (Queen Eleka, King Baspinar, The Sultan, a guy in a jelly castle after world domination, etc.)

My Subeta pets. They live in a rural cottage in a temperate pine forest called Veta and basically just live my cottagecore dreams. Xew owns the property, he maintains a huge garden of veggies and flowers, and keeps a shrine in a shed for rabbit spirits that visit the garden. Everyone else are people whom came to live in later. Hydrero spends most of the year working onboard a cargo ship called the Freyalise, making an income for the family. Floffy is a sarcastic and deadpan amateur inventor and junk food junkie. Gius is a vaporwave loving, cassette tape collecting, pulpy horror watching 80s nerd who’s super lonely, and she uses dark love magic to try to summon a girlfriend. Aescula is an urban explorer who films and photographs abandoned or decaying places that’s anywhere from dead malls in Centropolis to underground towns populated by zombies. Avoir is from the Rift, a 4th dimensional realm (my headcannon), and won’t shut up about how great that place is, he makes paintings and zines about the Rift, and nags at people at how “primitive” the 3rd dimension is (think the Sphere from Flatland).

My Verpets. All live in an abandoned district of a metropolis city that’s decaying and overgrown. Amaranth is a old fashioned Mickey Mouse-type cheery guy and a herbalist, Ishnu is a sea witch who has no touch with reality because she insists on drinking sea water regularly thinking it’ll give her the powers of the SEA. Macrauchenia is an urban witch (have you noticed I like witches?) who grew up on the tough downtown streets of the district before it depopulated, she likes rap music and cheesy 2000s pop songs like Darude Sandstorm and gets rough and tumble with any intruders stumbling into the district. They all primarily live the old apartment Mac grew up in, but have set up bases and hideouts all around the ghost town of a city district.

My Ichumon. Currently has no personality because Ichumon is boring.

My Rescreatu. Whom are all dead because they can actually die really easily and because Rescreatu is even more boring. But back in the day they were basically a feral clan of warriors that was a carbon copy of the Warriors cat series, even being called Bloodclan haha. If I ever revive any of them they’re going to need a complete character redesign, and I’m not interested in doing so now (possibly never).

[EDIT] I nearly forgot my Misticpets! They’re both partners in crime who are constantly on the run, traveling all over the world. Rickochet is the Eddy-from-Ed,Edd and Eddy-type “mastermind” who swindles passerbys out of their money, and he loves jewelry. Cocody is the nearly mute manger of the duo’s funds and treasures, and is a expert on tax evasion, also they like to doodle in a nature journal throughout the duo’s travels.

Then there’s a bunch of other sites I’ve played like as a kid like NeuroGalaxy and Zetapets and Teripets and Cenopets but those are long gone now.

So yeah, I invest a lot in my virtual pets, and if I had infinite time I’d post comics and shitposts about all these characters and I’d have finished their pet profiles by now.

#selkra speaks #neopets #neotag #marapets #subeta #virtualpets #characters

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DRV3 “modern” MC server HCS!

something something chaotic this is DRV3 im sorry for all the mishaps im a mess tonight :pensive: - mod corn -by mod irusu, mod cass, mod dragon, mod corn, mod chie and mod kiwi

shuichi - probably lives in the end - in an alliance with kaede and rantaro, they vibe - part of the hunt to find where the hell kokichi’s base is - kinda just vibes with rantaro and kaede, mostly just there - terrible luck with diamonds, mostly its always lapis - kaito gives him diamonds - tried to pet kokichi’s dogs, kokichi hit him - fears minecraft dogs to this day

maki - runs an assassin business with peko - her skins just black so she can blend in with the night - the reason why kokichi never goes out in the daylight - literally goes feral if someone uses her crafting table/furnace in her house - always has a totem of undying? nobody has any clue where she got it - watches out for kaito cause he’s a clueless old man

himiko - cannot handle caves - tenko has to come with her at all times - “himiko what are you doing” -loud snoring- - the one who’s always afk - tries to sleep in the bed in the middle of the day - makes potions but doesn’t sell them like mikan does - “himiko why do you have a drinkable potion of harming”

kaede - helps out anyone who’s new to the server - very wholesome - makes cookies for everyone - does the shift + looking down thing a lot - anytime she leaves a sign it has an emoticon - “who took my cookies i’ll kill you >w<” - probably has a bunch of cats named after music/piano stuff

rantaro - says gg after dying from another player - kinda just vibes with kaede and shuichi - helps them make a farm mostly - goes five blocks, gets lost - needs a map on him at all times - “guys idk where i am” - the only one who knows where kokichi’s secret base is because one time he accidentally stumbled upon it

kirumi - people ask her to make them a house a lot - she always accepts - basically a nomad - does whatever anyone else asks - has only killed ryoma once by hitting him bare fisted on one heart - still apologizes to this day - only goes into mine shafts to get rid of the cobwebs, leaves

ryoma - made a tennis court in his house - cold blooded murderer - stalks people to try and get their supplies - feels bad and gives them back - “kirumi stop being nice it’s a free for all”

tenko - has a small lesbian pin on her minecraft skin that nobody knows about - goes with himiko into mineshafts - kills all boys on sight - constantly asks sakura to a “martial arts” rematch - makes pixel art maps for every flag - likes to put gay flags on unsuspecting victims’ houses - “LMAO look himiko a gay” “tenko we’re gay”

angie - made a temple in the server for atua - forces everyone to go to said temple every sunday - terrifyingly good at pvp - like, really good - REALLY GOOD - has literally all the variants of minecraft paintings in her house - has a treehouse cause “it’s closer to atua amen”

kiyo - summons the wither constantly and joins forces with it - way too obsessed with enderman, literally has them in his house for anything to come in and look at - slays the ender dragon in a matter of two minutes, everyone is afraid - constantly whispers about dissecting everyone and making clothes out of their skin whenever he is killed in pvp - has a cool ass house tho no cap - lowkey wants to live in the end

gonta - makes a massive bee themed house with help from Shuichi - doesn’t kill anyone because gonta is gentleman - unless someone touches his bees - big farm, kokichi destroyed it once and gonta cried - likes to cook things for people that stumble upon his house

miu - has a naked women skin on and says “dam this girl is flatter than kaede” - makes everyone uncomfortable when in her minecraft house - makes a fuck ton of hoes and just says “GUYS I MUST BE KAITO RIGHT NOW BECAUSE IM SURROUNDED BY HOES” despite it making no sense - walked up to kokichi with a bowl and said “hey man i found your dildo” - framed teruteru for putting a strip pole in the music venue, but she secretly did it - constantly spamming shift and looking up

kaito - has a bunch of moon paintings in his house - beats the shit out of kokichi when he burns his house down - puts lava in his house and forgets about it, then dies from it. - the guy who has to help rantaro out - probably a minecraft veteran - went in creative and tried to fly up to the stars - chiaki set him in survival just as he reached block limit

kokichi - chaotic evil - has a huge hidden base hidden underground, literally nobody knows where it is - burns people’s houses down - really fucking bad at pvp so whenever he sees someone else he books it - kills gontas bees constantly - people call him “the pvp pigeon” because he basically scatters whenever you go near him in pvp - “if u press q with a pickaxe over lava, it gives u a secret buff” - has essentially committed tax fraud in mc

tsumugi - only uses naruto skins - scarily good at minecraft mazes - death stares kokichi when he says anything negative about her minecraft skin - has a bunch of diamond hoes for no reason - constantly tries to make anime statues at spawn - kokichi always burns them

keebo - doesn't understand how to play minecraft - kokichi bullies him about it - “HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO PLAY?” - he has pet chickens and names them after miu’s favourite things - “this is keebo, my pet chicken!” - always forgets how to open inventory and has to get help - kokichi told him to press q once and then stole the item keebo dropped BWAHh finally done this was rlly fun to do!! ty again to that anon for the request <3<3 - mod corn

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