#i am making new sprites in preparation

[charliesinfern0]

thinking (tm) about citrus………

[tpwk-formula1]

lando, gluten free, red sauce, onions, chicken, gouda cheese, mozzarella, pulled pork, kale with a sprite, black tea and green tea with dessert please <3

im imagining reader working for his team and they can't stand each other but always end up in each others beds somehow, he catches her flirting w another guy and although he usually wouldn't care for some reason he gets really jealous and has to remind her he's the only one that can have her ? do w this as you wish hehe

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

gluten-free enemies to lovers red sauce rough sex onions "I saw you being a little slut" chicken "Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?" gouda “Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl” mozzarella “All you ever do is bitch and complain, just fucking take it” pulled pork "God, I love when I fuck the attitude out of you" kale "I love knowing I ruined you so good you can only cum when I make you" sprite size kink black tea choking green tea doggy dessert yes served by Lando Norris

Lando x fem! reader

TW - MEAN ASF Lando, crying, choking, 2 ass slaps, creampie, ROUGH sex, honestly just all the warnings :) MDNI 18+

WC 3000+ (sorry I got really into this one!)

Y/N POV

"Lando, you have filming for Quadrant today," I remind Lando softly making him roll his eyes.

"i know my own damn schedule," Lando snapped making me roll my eyes back at him.

"Then why do you need a fucking assistant," I say while throwing my hands up in defeat.

"I don't fucking know. I thought it would be a good idea, instead, I got stuck with you," Lando snapped back making me roll my eyes and get everything together that Lando would need for the Quadrant video.

"I love to see you try and live a week without me hounding on your ass," I snap back while placing Lando's backpack by the front door so he didn't forget it while also getting his lunch together knowing he would leave without eating if I didn't do it.

"I'm a grown man, I can take care of myself," Lando snapped back making me roll my eyes.

"Okay, give me the rest of the week off. I'll be back Monday morning and if you survived then I'll quit no questions asked, but if you don't then you will learn how to respect me and not be an absolute dick to me," I tell him while pulling his food back down onto the counter no longer preparing him food.

"Deal. It's Thursday which means I only have to survive 4 days, I can manage," Lando replied back making me smile and head to the front door to leave.

"Bye, don't be scared to call when you inevitably need help," I say while exiting and heading back to my own apartment.

I spent the rest of my day relaxing and enjoying my time away from Lando knowing tomorrow was gonna be a new day and he was probably gonna call tomorrow when he realized my job wasn't useless like he always liked to claim.

It was Friday at noon and by now I would normally be with Lando planning what his next week would look like but instead, I'm laying out on a yacht with Oscar.

Oscar and I had always been close. We both started the same year and both bonded over being so young working for McLaren and further bonded when I would rant to him about how Lando was treating me.

"Hold on I'm getting a call," I sit up softly picking up my phone to see who was calling.

I showed Oscar the caller ID making both of us smirk and laugh softly.

"Couldn't even go 24 hours," Oscar mutters making me laugh a little harder before I answer the call.

"Why are you with him," Lando seethed the second I answered my phone.

"Oh, quit it Lando. Do you need me or are you just interrupting my weekend off," I snap back at him having no patience for his jealous ass.

"Get your ass back to my apartment," Lando snapped back making me roll my eyes.

"Lando if this isn't for work related issues then I will not be coming over until I am done hanging out with my friend," I reply back emphasizing the word friend.

"Y/N I swear to God if you don't get you ass to my apartment in the next hour you will lose your job," Lando said back.

"And you're gonna tell Zak what exactly? 'I want her removed from my team cause she was hanging out with Oscar and I was a jealous twat who couldn't get my dick wet.' Sounds real mature Lando Norris. I will come over later tonight," I tell him finalizing my plan before hanging up on him before he could say anything else.

"I don't understand why you won't make it official," Oscar says with a raised brow making me raise my brow mirroring his actions.

"He's inmature and doesn't know what he wants," I tell Oscar softly climbing back onto the couch so Oscar and I can continue soaking up the sun.

"I just know he's call Max to use his yacht right now to track your ass down," Oscar says with a smirk making me laugh.

"Probably," I reply honestly.

"You ever gonna put him out of his misery and become his?" Oscar asks making me think hard before answering.

"I don't know. Definitely not until he starts respecting my work," I tell Oscar softly making him nod his head.

"I think that's fair. Maybe this weekend will open his eyes to realize how much you do for him. Going above and beyond what is in your job description," Oscar replies back making me smile, happy he understands.

"Hell, I too wouldn't want to share you if you prepared my lunches, made sure I had time allotted for a break, and spent the night in my bed," Oscar says smirking at the last part making me roll my eyes.

Oscar and I had a teasing relationship closer to siblings than lovers and it was refreshing to be close with someone in this crazy life we both live.

"You're an ass for that, Piastri," I say while laughing softly.

We spent the rest of the afternoon tanning and enjoying each others calm presence before we decided to dock and head back to our individual apartments.

"Better not find out I'm gonna be an uncle in 4 to 6 weeks," Oscar says with a smirk across his face making me roll my eyes and close the door to my apartment while Oscar walks the rest of the way to his.

Lando, Oscar and I all live in the same building making it easy to have group dinners or see each other when we are getting bored or lonely.

I hadn't even been back to my own room for 5 minutes when I hear a pounding on my front door making me roll my eyes knowing it could only be one person making such a scene.

"Open the door," I hear Lando say in a sing-song voice being far more menacing than I would prefer.

"What is your damn problem," I snap when I swing open the door making Lando shove his way through the door before taking my neck into his big hands and squeezing choking me slightly while he pushes me against the door.

"I saw you being a little slut. All cuddled up with Oscar in the middle of the water," Lando says getting closer to my face and showing me just how upset he is.

"You know damn well it's not like that," I snap back getting just as angry at him.

"Do I know that though? Cause between fans spying on yall and your own snap story it looks like you were dressed into next to nothing cuddled right up to Oscar's side," Lando scoffs back squeezing my throat a bit tighter making it more difficult to breathe.

"You're ridiculous you know that," I say while gripping his wrist trying to pry his grip off of me. Lando finally releases my neck but quickly grips my hard into a death grip and yanks me through my apartment where he dumps me near the bed.

I was on the floor when Lando situates me onto my knees before he quickly pulls his pants down with his briefs leaving his hard cock to bounce freely between us.

"Don't make me fucking tell you want to do," Lando snaps when I make no move to take him into my mouth,

"You're pathetic," I mutter softly before I take Lando into my mouth. I knew he heard me when his hands were on the back of my head again pushing his whole length into my throat making me gag and instantly start to tear up.

"I'm fucking pathetic? You're the one crying on my cock less than 10 seconds after giving it to you. Bet your fucking pussy is weeping too," Lando says while holding my head in place and brutally fucking into my mouth making me repetitively take him into my mouth. Once Lando has fucked my face for a few seconds he shoves his whole length into my mouth and holding me on his cock for several seconds making me gag and cry around his cock hitting his hips trying to get away from his brutal attack.

Once Lando pulls out of my mouth I yank my head away best as possible while I gasp and cough for air.

"Not so rough," I whisper softly through my hoarse voice.

Lando just pulls me back onto his cock and starts fucking my face again. Still rough but nowhere near as rough as he had been.

“All you ever do is bitch and complain, just fucking take it,” Lando grunts while still pumping his cock into my mouth. I can feel my tears have completely soaked my cheeks and my own spit in starting to trail down the front of my neck making me look like a proper used-up whore.

"God, I love destroying you," Lando says smirking when he pulled me off his cock leaving me to heave in heavy breaths while he stared down at my ruined face.

"Look most beautiful when you're wrapped around my cock," Lando whispers with a smirk before softly biting my earlobe making me whimper at the feeling.

Lando helps me to my feet where he quickly pulls the swim suit cover I was wear off leaving me in my bikini I had been wearing. I cringed slightly when Lando was eyeing my bikini.

"Turn around," Lando says roughly making me turn in curiousity. When Lando got a view of my ass he instantly slapped it leaving a large hand print behind.

"For someone who says Oscar and you aren't more than friends you're leaving far too little for his imagination. You think sweet little Oscar could destroy your pussy even half as good as me," Lando says stepping closer to my back making me rest softly against him.

"No Lando, only you. You literally fucking ruined me for anyone else," I cry out in confession. It had been true, ever since Lando and I got involved I hadn't been able to finish with anyone but Lando. Even my trusted vibrator was now useless.

"Oh is that true?" Lando says clearly a smirk laced in his voice.

"Yes, I literally can't even make myself cum anyone," I confess in pure annoyance at the situation.

"I love knowing I ruined you so good you can only cum when I make you," Lando says while turning me back around so I can see his face.

"I hate you," I whisper back.

"That's a fucking lie and we both know it," Lando whispered back getting closer to my mouth before finishing his sentence by kissing my lips.

I whimper into the rough kiss when I feel Lando start pulling at the strings of my bikini leaving me completely bare for Lando's rough hands to continue to explore my body.

When I feel Lando's large hands grip my ass I whimper out that quickly turns into a strangled cry when he roughly lands a slap on my ass.

"That side was jealous," Lando says smirking against my lips.

Lando roughly pulls his shirt off leaving him completely naked before he roughly throws me onto the bed where I bounce a couple times before Lando is gripping onto my foot and pulling me into him where he is kneeling on the ground next to the bed.

My pussy was now at face level with Lando who wastes absolutely no time to pull my clit into his mouth and start eating me out like a starved man.

"Oh fuck Lan," I moan softly when I feel Lando slowly slip two fingers into my pussy.

"Fuck, so fucking sweet," Lando groans before standing up and towering over my body and spitting into my mouth making me gasp in shock.

"Fuck I love when you're like this," Lando groans getting back onto his knees and continuing to eat my pussy out like a starved man. When he puts his fingers back into my pussy he's not nearly as gentle this time. He quickly shoves them in finding my G-spot with no trouble and attacking it.

"Oh my god Lando," I scream out and clench around him in preparation for the orgasm I can feel building in the pit of my stomach.

"Please Lan," I moan when I can feel myself on the edge of cumming. But instead of Lando giving me permission like I thought he would he rips his fingers and mouth away ripping my orgasm away with them.

"Lando what the actual fuck," I heave sitting up slightly only to be pushed back down.

"Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?" Lando says with a smirk making me want to slap him across the face. Instead I just clench my hands at my side.

"Lando please," I finally beg out when I calmed down. Lando didn't say anything he just roughly flipped me onto my stomach before he pulled me onto all fours and pushed his dick into me.

Lando gave me no time to adjust, he just quickly started fucking into my tight pussy making me whimper.

"Too big," I gasp when I finally find my voice making Lando speed up his actions on my pussy.

"You can fucking take it," Lando says snapping his hips into mine making me whimper at the hard thrusts.

Lando pulls me up by me hair so he was still fucking into me but my back was now pressed against his chest where he moves his hand from my hair to my neck and giving it a hard squeeze making my eyes tear up again from the choking.

"Close," I gasp in a stranged moan not being able to breathe fully.

"Cum on my cock," Lando roughly states making me instatly start cumming all over his cock.

"Fuck Lando," I moan through my orgasm while Lando squeezes hard on my throat completely cutting my airflow off as I'm cumming only making it that much more intense. When my orgasm ended only then did Lando release my throat making me gasp for air.

"Lando," I scream when he continues to fuck into me as I fall out of his arms and back into doggy position.

"Please Lan, it's too much," I whine losing all fight I once had in my body.

"You can take it, love," Lando tells me softly while slowing his thrusts to let me catch my breath for a second.

"So pretty all fucked out," Lando mumbles before speeding his thrusts up and continuing to fuck into my overused pussy.

"Faster," I beg when I feel another orgasm starting to build up again. This one coming in far faster and stronger than the previous one.

"Cum for me," Lando grunts when he can feel my pussy clenching for another release. I instantly cum all over his cock again barely able to hold my body up anymore. I would have completely fallen into the bed had Lando not been holding me up by the hips.

Lando continues his hard and fast thrusts even after I have come down from my orgasm making me cry out again in overstimulation.

"Slow down," I scream out only making Lando speed up.

“Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl,” Lando grunts out before sending one final thrust into my pussy before I feel his hot cum start splashing my walls letting me know Lando was cumming deep into my pussy.

"Oh Lan," I gasp and fall half onto the bed while my legs dangle over the side. When Lando was slipping out of my pussy he made sure to pull out slowly to make sure to not overstimulate me further.

"Don't leave," I gasp when I watch Lando start retreating into the bathroom making him turn around and lock eyes with me.

"I'm gonna leave you. I'm just gonna grab something to clean you up," Lando tells me softly before disappearing into my bathroom and grabbing a rag before coming back into my room and cleaning my sore pussy up softly.

"Hurts Lan," I whine when he brushes against my sensitive clit with the rough rag.

"I'm sorry," Lando mumbles sheepishly.

I feel Lando observing me while I slowly climb into bed properly getting under my covers and pulling my blanket up to my chin as I watch Lando throw on his boxers before picking up his shirt and softly placing it on me.

"Thanks," I reply softly as Lando climbs into the bed next to me.

"God, I love when I fuck the attitude out of you. Now you're sitting here all pretty and blissed out," Lando tells me softly making me smile up at him.

"I don't like the way you dismiss my work," I tell him softly finally opening up about my feelings.

"I could barely survive today, please come to work with me tomorrow," Lando says turning his body towards me so I can look at him.

"Fine, but you better start having some respect for me all the time, not just during post nut clarity," I tell him back making him blush just thinking about what just transpired between us.

"And you owe me a plan B I promised Osc he wouldn't become an uncle in 4 to 6 weeks," I tell Lando making the both of us start laughing.

"Deal, and I promise from now on I promise I'll stop being condescending and undermining you. I realized how much you really do for me. I didn't eat until dinner cause I forgot about a meeting and had no time to grab anything," Lando confesses making me smile and laugh lightly.

"Didn't even realize I was such a pain that you were feeding me too," Lando admits hiding his face in my neck due to embarrassment.

"And I wanna work on us. I wanna build a better friendship between us so one day I can make you mine," Lando says once he pulls his face from my neck.

"I would like that Lando," I admit softly before pulling his face close to mine and giving him a soft kiss.

"I wanna keep doing this though and maybe sometimes not so rough," I tell Lando making him break out into a blushing smile.

"Deal. I would love to spend my time worshipping your body," Lando tells me softly making me turn red.

[caliburn-not-calculator]

Any thoughts on the angst potential of Legendary VR-LA? Just rewatched the episode and am curious on any opinions

Okay so this has just been sitting in my drafts and I completely forgot about it for… too long. But yes!!! I have thoughts. Sorry for how late of a reply this is

Okay so. My first thoughts are more related to everyone else rather than VR-LA himself.

The Per Aspera crew left without one of their members, the ship finally void of its longest continuing inhabitant. He never seemed to make that much noise but it is notably quieter. He had more personal effects than most of the others, and with them gone… it hollow. So dreadfully hollow.

Emi no longer has VR-LA there to guide her, raise her, teach her. The person she was begining to model herself after is gone. Dani has lost her first mate and best friend, another brother gone beyond her reach, no one to work with deep into the night or stop her from doing so. Vhas who would usually stop by VR-LA’s room to antagonise him finds nothing but silence on the other side of the door, no lighting or snark at his back in battle. Kyana stargazing with no wizard pointing out his favourite constellations and telling her their stories. Finbar has one less serving to prepare (he always forgets, and they end up with extra food).

He’s not dead, they have that at least, but he isn’t there. Perhaps sometimes he can visit. Every few months he’ll appear at the Sprite Spring, or standing in the doorway to the Per Aspera’s common room. Seemingly out of thin air, and vanishing much the same. There isn’t enough time. It’s hard to accept that there never will be.

On the sanctum his loss his somehow felt more acutely and subtly simultaneously. They were already used to not seeing him for long periods. They had adapted to communicating via infrequent sendings and letters, but this is different. VR-LA rarely has time for even that much anymore. C-RA has lost another friend, someone else she couldn’t and can no longer protect. K-LB, whose brother was taken from him in memory and then finally returned, finds that closed gulf suddenly tearing open. Things keep changing… he wishes things would stop changing. AS-TR takes it better than most, there is a pride in the way she regards the situation, she is glad to see her friend go so far yet still finds herself melancholy at his absence when they’d had so little time together. E-DN tries not to be angry at him, or Mystra, or anyone else. She’s been trying to cut down on those emotions, but still, things end up broken when she hears that he is, one way or another, gone.

Maxim is… complicated. He feels betrayed, he is angry, and somehow he is relieved. VR-LA was meant to step back, he was meant to stay safe, they were meant to have… something. It seems the gods can’t help but take what he loves. Greedy and uncaring, keeping those he loves from his reach. The one solace he has is VR-LA is alive. He is safe. He is still out there somewhere and Maxim still may see his face, and for that he suppresses what might be rage. He was so used to feeling either grief or nothing, the way his gears are wrenching at the injustice is a new feeling.

As for VR-LA. He saw himself growing old, settling down, living a long and full life with the friends he has found and freed.

He doesn’t know if he can grow old anymore.

But he does know there is no settling. He was meant to step back, but instead he has stepped up. Balancing on the precipice of something beyond mortality and terrified of what it could mean. Terrified that the choice he made to save his friends may lead to him losing them. Time and existence doesn’t work the same as it once did. He may outlast them, out pace them, become something so much more than them that he can no longer be who they care for.

What he can do is watch. Only occasionally, but more often than he can visit. A simple scry to look over his friends, to ensure they are well. Eventually he finds that he can even bestow minor boons. Gift them with echoes of his magic to aid in their adventures in ways he can no longer. To remind them he is still there. That he still cares.

To ask they please not forget him. To not abandon him as a memory or a tragedy. To pretend that maybe, things aren’t so different than before.

[dingodad]

so i was loosely correct about the two nepeta problem being used as an analogy for the two vriska problem. there even seems to be direct implication that sprites "go somewhere" when they realise they're no longer relevant, so it seems we are in fact heading in a direction where one of the two vriskas is gonna have to disappear forever.

the course-correction in tone over these last two chapters no longer gives me any reason to anticipate a dramatic bait-and-switch where our vriska is the one who gets sacrificed, but i guess there's still some potential drama to be milked from vriska having to "pocket" lil (vriska) forever in order to escape purgatory. or else we're heading in a more straightforward Ultimate Vriska direction, and one vriska disappearing means the two vriskas finally rejoin? which could still be a pretty dramatic sacrifice i guess.

this is all assuming there's still more of the story to tell. page 666 has already skipped over a lot, so it's entirely plausible this is where the page ends, but i have some inklings that there's a little bit more to come. the briefness of both chapter X and chapter 6 leads me to believe we're being fucked with a little bit by monthly updates being split into bimonthlies (as has happened before); chapter X ends with a "haha wouldn't it be funny if vriska was in here for another 4 years" setup which chapter 6 fails to follow through on, so it would make sense for those to have been conceived as part of one longer chapter, after which vriska spends a further 4 years figuring out how to make amends with (vriska).

since chapter 6 ends in a complete restart of the loop, maybe vriska has to redo a couple of chapters a different way to earn the true ending? this would be a good payoff for the time loop gimmick that hasn't really reared its head since the first chapter, and it's kind of the only way the chapter 4 -> X -> 6 numbering scheme makes any sense: vriska is still yet to unlock the "real" chapter 5 (which is hopefully one where davepeta actually pulls their weight). if page 666 has actually been working its way up to something, then one last slightly longer update that revisits each of / some of the previous chapters in a new light makes sense as a finale, especially given the symbolic ramifications of the 8-ball.

but again, that's all assuming this isn't just the end of it. vriska finally confronting The Parenthetical Vriska feels like a culmination of an idea that's been germinating since page 666 begun - maybe vriska needs to learn to be okay with not being involved in the story for a little bit? and the thing is that by now i am very much starting to sympathise with the people who feel like page 666 has gone on forever. spending some time away from the plot point while vriska deals with the rest of her shit off-screen would be a truly welcome change. i think i'd just be able to handle it if we got one more update that made all the issues with this update suddenly make sense, but i just am not prepared for another month+ of this damn flash i'm sorry

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

so gang....there's this historian...who's only had approximately 21 minutes of screentime...

unhinged rambling over a fictional character under the cut

I have always loved ulysses ever since the prologue came out back in december 2022, but after my recent rewatch in preparation for chapter 1 coming out later this year, my interest in his character has sparked into a full-blown hyperfixation??? it feels like ulysses wilhelm was designed specifically for me I'm going to be so honest. like, there's the surface level being that he's a boyfailure twink and that kind of character always seems to attract me, but everything else about his character from his design, his personality, his voice, the little aspects of him like the fact that him specifically noting down classmate birthdays and him updating a common phrase to sound more modern shows a genuine desire to connect with his class despite his clear social ineptitude, and also just...him having knowledge about the internet enough to know about internet arguments despite disliking computers?? silly ass. I've also like, never really seriously headcannoned a character with a mental disorder before, even ones that I have myself, but I am actually being so serious when I say that ulysses is literally just my inattentive adhd manifested into a person. I have not felt so represented in so long, and its by a character who doesn't even canonically have it, and I think its very special and a testament to how talented the writing crew behind p:eg is that they can make me feel that or anything I'm typing in this post despite, again, this character only being on screen for 21 minutes he is literally just me in every single way possible, actually. we literally even have the same birthday. I'm not a supernatural person, but like..I think me saying that this character was made for me might not be hyperbole after all. ...he's also just so fucking cute. Can I say that?? LOOK at this fucker??

his slightly scruffy hair that looks like he just woke up from one of his naps, his small but silly little smile, his dumb eyebags, his fucking VOICE, his lame as fuck sense of humor, his sprites, his dumbass sleepy noises, the fact that he's the shortest out of all the male characters, his everything?? I want to be his friend and listen to him yap about history, and I also want to make out with him sloppy style. I am sleepy all the time but he is sleepier, which means I can spoon him. I'd imagine his lifestyle of constantly being in his office doesnt really lend itself well to him receiving affection. he is probably very touch-starved... what if he encountered my persona. would he initially think the lack of sleep has finally caused him to hallucinate, considering I doubt you see slutty demons with big wings in real life. when he finally realizes that I am actually there, would he be fascinated at the sight of such a nonhuman creature being right in front of him? a new piece of history he has yet to discover? what if we become best friends. what if we become best boyfriends. my brain is moving at 200 miles an hour and I cannot stop it, I need him so fucking bad. if you have read this far, I'm not sorry and I'm not ashamed for my actions. except if you happen to be doctor pap (ulysses' va), in which case I politely ask you that you forget everything I have said today. thanks for reading

[saintsr]

Fluffy new story

Sweet Raven

In a kitchen you could hear sounds of pots falling to the floor, crashing against each other, spoons stirring something, plastic  and closing, until everything stopped and very loud screams were heard.

 “Pinche Dora!  That blind girl, she is on your right!  Yes to your right!  Finally you see, it wasn’t that difficult, and because she made me angry it’s just a caricature” Missa laughs only when he turns to look at his hand and sees the jar carefully “No, the salt!”

 Now you could hear screams and cries, Missa still finished cooking what he was doing, in the end he saw her culinary work in a plastic packaging while he continued crying and put her hands to her head, immediately her cell phone rang.

 “Hello?”

 “You’re crying?”  The person on the other side started laughing.  “El pendejo, El  pendejo” then a second voice is heard from afar.

 “Is Mariana crying?”

 “That?  No, it’s Missa.” 

 “Ahh, who hurt him?  Let’s fuck it up”

 “To Missa?”

 “No, Who made him cry ” said the somewhat annoyed voice. “Who made you cry?”

 

 “It wasn’t someone, it was something, Quackity.” Missa wiped her tears with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “Do you remember, what was I going to make a chocolate for Philza?”

 

 “Yes” the two voices responded in unison.

 

 “Well, instead of sugar I added salt.”

 

 “But couldn’t you add a little bit?”

 

 “Yes, the recipe sometimes says a pinch of salt with sugar to enhance the flavor and reduce the bitter taste a little”

 

 “That’s the problem, I added half a shaker of salt” he started crying again while the voices were holding back the urge to laugh “and I’m already out of money, time and ingredients.”

 

 “Well, is the Sprite home yet?”

 

 “No Roier, why?  “I’m not going to steal money from you.”

 

 “Who talked about stealing?  Although it would be interesting, look for the bandages and Band-Aids that I have saved.”

 

 “So that?”

 

 “Oh, just have faith in your brother.”

 

 So Quackity and Roier finally hung up, letting out the laughter they were holding in, while Missa went up to Spreen’s room, hurriedly looking for the bandages and Band-Aids, hoping not to mess up too much, then she went down to the living room, leaving everything on a small table and looking for what to watch on television. Maybe his favorite program that was on at all hours.

 

 After an hour, Roier and Quackity came in with bags from the pantry, watching Missa entertained by the static on the television, and without further ado, they went to the kitchen and saw all the mess he had left in her attempt to make something nice with chocolate.  They sighed, leaving the bags on the counter with slight annoyance and went to Missa to pull his ear to force him to clean, so while Missa cleaned and picked up the dishes, the other two cleaned and washed the fruits and vegetables as well as putting away the meats, between them. Jokes, songs and dances ended in the end they went to the living room again.

 

 “So what is all this for?”  Missa pointed to everything on the little table, while Roier grabbed a bandage.

 

 “You, Cala a boca, cala a boca and have faith in me. Do you trust me or not?”

 

 “Well if you put it like that, I don’t” Quackity crossed his arms while he curled up on the couch and grabbed the control until he turned on an interesting program.

 

 “No one spoke to you, I’m talking to Missa” Roier looked with slight annoyance at Quackity while he turned his gaze to Missa and smiled at him.

 

 “You know that I always trust although now I am doubting”

“You offend me” so the two with light laughter Roier began to bandage Missa’s palms up to her elbows and put band-aids on all her fingers, while Quackity and Missa looked at him carefully, after finishing they went to leave everything in Spreen’s room and they prepared dinner or rather Missa gave the instructions while the other two cooked until they finished just in time and when Shaudone, Spreen, Rubius and Mariana arrived, sniffing the air they all went to the kitchen to find the food about to be served and Missa sitting at the bar.

 

 “What happened?”  Rubius carefully grabbed his hands, checking back and forth.

 

 “yes against who did you fight?”  Spreen asked as he went to help Roier and Quackity serve the food after washing his hands.

 

 “At least say that he didn’t leave clean so that at least he can get your blood all over him.” Mariana also washed his hands and then grabbed the glasses and the pitcher full of lemonade.

 

 “Mariana!   Who do we have to piss off?”  Shaudone also asked with a slight annoyed tone as he set the tablecloths and cutlery for everyone.

 

 “Misso only hurt anyone by making his gift,” Roier responded quickly as he sat down to start eating like the others.

 

 “Yes, you hurt yourself to give a gift, you don’t deserve it.” The black-haired boy with bear ears took a spoonful of food with some annoyance.

 

 “Spreen!”  All the men shouted at the black bear as he raised his shoulders in a gesture of indifference.

 

 “That?  It’s just an opinion, don’t be intense”

 

 “Oh, the bear is jealous,” Quackity said as Roier poked his cheek while the black bear blushed and growled.

“Is it true Missa, did you get hurt cooking?”  Shaudone looked at him between amusement and concern.

 

 “Ehh, yes, yes, if it weren’t for Quackity and Roier I would have died.” Missa looked away from him while he blushed.

 

 “Hmm, what did you hurt yourself with?”  Shaudone was a little suspicious since the best cook among them was Missa but maybe there was always a first time for everything after all desserts were difficult.

 

 “You know, cutting it into pieces and with the melted chocolate it was very hot” Missa moved in his place while he was sweating from nerves.

 

 “Did you put on ointment?”  Rubius was sniffing around to discover the severity of the injuries.

 

 “Now, mother bear, calm down, if he says it’s okay, it’s okay, let’s eat, these pibes have classes tomorrow.” Spreen got bored and wanted everyone to eat so he could rest, although just like Rubius he sniffed the air to know the severity, but when he saw At Roier and Quackity looking at each other, I’m a little suspicious of the three’s version. Maybe it wasn’t his business. He had better things to think about, like making crow soup if he hurt his little brother.

 

 After finishing they got everything up to clean and go to get ready for bed, putting on their pajamas and brushing their teeth, Shaudone being the last one making a round of all the rooms while wishing them goodnight.

 

 The next day everyone prepared to go to school and their respective jobs, Roier, Quackity, Missa and Mariana grabbed their bicycles to get to school, although Missa avoided bumps, potholes and most importantly the running and pushing of his brothers since he carried his special load in a luggage basket so that it would not be damaged and preventing it from heating up to melting.

 

 Thus, when he arrived at his classroom, he greeted all his classmates, nervously waiting for the rest to arrive so he could talk alone with Philza. While he was there, he had noticed the band-aids on Missa’s fingers and the object he was taking care of, but he returned to his talk with Fit. And Etoiles.

Thus the hours passed and the closer the time to rest approached, Missa became more nervous, putting his sweaty hands under the bandages and glancing askance at Philza when he thought it was necessary.

 

 While Philza occasionally noticed Missa moving strangely in his chair and muttering things under her breath, he only managed to detect “liked” and “hidden” but nothing that would reveal anything else.  When the last class finished to start the break Philza quickly approached Missa putting his hand on his  shoulder so that Missa raised her head scared and jumped in place making her tail and cat ears come out from the fright, Philza laughed and went down. He tenderly caressed his head, when their eyes finally met he spoke.

 

 “Come on Missy, it’s time to eat.”

 

 “Yes, see, I’ll catch up with you in a little while, what’s happening is that I have to take care of something.” He stood up quickly from his place while he looked away from Philza and focused it from time to time on the little box under his seat. .

 

 “How mysterious, if it were you I would be scared” Philza smiled a little as he crossed his arms over his chest.

 

 “What do you mean by that?  I’m dangerous too” Missa pouted and replicated the blonde’s pose.

 

 “I know, I know, don’t get angry, buddy, let’s go eat and I’ll also accompany you to do your errand.” He unfolded his arms to extend a hand to Missa.

 

 “No!  I say it’s not necessary I can just” he waved his hands in denial as he looked at the floor.

 

 “Does this have to do with your mysterious box?”  He didn’t want to sound sharp but the situation made him feel bad.

 

 “Ehh, Yes, I said no maybe, it's nonsense ” I lowered his voice a little.

 

 “Are you going to give it to someone important?”  He felt like he was getting a twitch in his eye.

 

 “Yes, no, I already told you it’s stupid, we’re going to eat better.” Missa was going to head to the door but Philza’s voice stopped him.

“Missa, tell me, we are companions, friends, trust me,” he tried to persuade while trying to keep his wings from showing in an aggressive pose.

 

 “Yes, it’s okay, it’s for” he gave a light sigh while Philza grew impatient while the faces of his other classmates came to mind trying to figure out who was the lucky one to receive a gift from his Missa “it’s for you but it didn’t turn out well and I wanted it for you  because you are very good to me, and with everyone you help whoever needs it, you are always willing to help, plus you are very handsome, I like being with you, not because you are handsome, I also like your personality and your laugh, and your hat is very pretty. Ehh better keep me quiet”

 

 I carefully placed the box in Philza’s hands, while he looked at it surprised and with a slight blush, but with care from the box he took out a little chocolate crow that was standing on a base thanks to its chocolate legs and bulging chocolate eyes. Plastic that moved when he shook it, that made him laugh a little.

 

 “Look at him, he’s so cute” Philza shook him so that his eyes moved but not so abruptly as to destroy him “thank you Missa, you know that I will always like everything you make, I will try it”

 

 “I- I wouldn’t do that” Philza looked at him with curiosity then grabbed some of the chocolate that had fallen from shaking it so much while he put it in his mouth. Missa looked at him with horror and then put her hands on his face.

Philza was paralyzed for a moment as the taste of salt filled his entire mouth, he didn’t know whether to spit or vomit, maybe both, his wings spread to fluff up the not so pleasant surprise on his tongue but when he looked at Missa’s hands He observed more clearly the hands with bandages and band-aids, so extending his hand to take the black-haired man’s, he observed the teary eyes and how little by little his tears ran down his face, he combined with some whimpers, so he could not resist any longer and went to his side. Missa and hugged him while cooing at him.

 

 “Oh, Missa, everything is fine, I really liked the gift.”

 

 “but the taste is horrible, I swear I tried hard.”

 

 “I know, but it’s my gift now so don’t say anything bad about my things, but can I ask, how did you get hurt?”

 

 Missa was paralyzed for a moment while he remembered what Roier told him and tried not to let the lie come through in his voice.

“I burned myself when I had to melt the chocolate and I cut myself when I was breaking it” he said this while hiding his face more in his partner’s shoulder, to hide his embarrassment for lying to the blonde while Philza looked again at the little crow, perhaps the The taste wasn’t good but the chocolate sculpture combined with the effort was worth it. He hugged Missa tighter while he rested his cheek on the black-haired man’s silky hair and inhaled a little of the smell.

 

 “I really like you too Missy.”

 

  

 

 “That’s how her father and I got together until we got married and then we adopted them,” said the black-haired man while he wrapped up her children and then arranged her hair so that it didn’t get in the way of her eyes.

 

 “But when did Dad discover your lie?”  the blonde boy asked as he looked at her father with curiosity, Missa couldn’t help but see a grimace similar to Philza’s when he was curious “well that was…”

 

 “The same day, his father was nervous and later he confessed it to me, he asked for forgiveness many times, he told me the original story and I laughed a lot so don't tell lies” Philza said it while watching his family from the door and then approaching and hug Missa.

 “Trapped ~~” The black-haired girl looked at her parents mockingly. “But then that’s why we’re going to make chocolate crows?”

“Of course, it’s our celebration and this celebrates your first year with us making us a family of four.”

 

 “What a quick year,” the girl said, surprised as she looked at the three remaining members of her family. “Is that why we also have those chocolate crows that tell us not to touch?”

 

 “Yes, but it seems like yesterday when you arrived,” Philza said with a nostalgic look.

 

 “That’s right, her name is Pachuca, the second one I made is called Brian and it was to celebrate the arrival of Chayanne.” Missa rested his head on Philza’s while he looked at her children.

 

 “Can I name the new crow?” Lulla asked in a timid voice.

 

 “Of course, what will you call it?” Philza asked excitedly.

 

 “Hope, why did I feel that way when they chose me at the adoption center when everyone ignored me” Lulla looked away a little and then felt Chayanne take her hand and hold it tight.

 

 “Oh no,” Missa’s eyes watered and he whimpered softly and then hid his face in the blonde’s neck.

 

 “No, Lulla was a happy moment, not about making Papa Missa cry,” Philza said as he caressed the black-haired man’s head and laughed softly.

 

 “but , are we going to eat chocolate?”  Chayanne asked after calming Papa Missa's emotion a little.

 

 “Yes, son, we will make eggs, crows, kittens and skeletons to eat,” Missa finally said, separating herself from the blonde and then kissing the heads of each child.  “Well, let’s go to sleep, good night kids, tomorrow will be a fantastic day.”

 

 “Good night, Buenas noches  Lulla, Gute Nacht Chayanne.  Descansen mis hijos”

 

 The two adults left the room, turning off the lights and trying not to make noise while they shook hands and their rings jingling lightly until they reached their room.

[pumpkin-spike18]

✨Weekly Progress 2024 #18-21✨

oh... shit, it's been a month since the last update huh 💦

Well, I hope it's very obvious why that is! In the few weeks before the announcement, I was preparing marketing posts and promo arts so I didn't want to ruin the surprise via a devlog!

Weekly Progress #18

Programmed SYVNH gallery

Made a programming to do list

Updated variables

[Fan project] Planning

Tested SYVNH main game, Side B

Programmed cheat codes

Programmed choice jumping

Made marketing plan and sketches

Updated SYVNH Guide

Drafted Post Mortem

Refined countdown sketches

(SYVNH as a whole project was finished at this point)

Weekly Progress #19

Fin 4 Promo art

Generated 14 SFB BGs

Tested SFB shading methods

Rendered Avia SFB sprite

Play tested for Canvas Menagerie

Scheduled SYVNH announcements and promo posts

Rendered Raven SFB base sprite

Wrote 981 words for KHP

(SYVNH full game release announcement was made at this point)

Weekly Progress #20

Rendered Raven SFB sprite

[Fan Project] flat color (x4)

Worked on [BL RPG] world building & outline

Sketched [BL RPG] chibis

Revised SYVNH Guide/Post Mortem

Sketched [BL RPG] faces

Weekly Progress #21

Drafted SYVNH game page updates

Finished Dove SFB sprite

Evaluated SFB fight scenes

Finished 4/4 [fan project] illustrations

Started P^3 designs

Released SYVNH!! 🎉🎉🎉

I'm sure everyone knows with how often I've been saying it, buuuut!!

The full version of Stuck in a Yandere Visual Novel...HELP!! is now released and available to play for free!!

Itch is currently down for me so I hope that link I copied from previous posts will work once it goes back up.

At 2.5 years of work, this has been my longest creative project yet. I think I've said everything I could in the post-mortem for the project. It has been a huge mountain for me to climb and I'm glad I finally got through it. A lot of things have changed since I started working on this project, some good, some bad, most of which I can't really discuss. But it is over and I am proud of myself for it.

I'm also really relieved that folks have been enjoying the ending! I was definitely very worried that I did not drop enough hints and it would come way too out of left field.

So once again, thank you everyone for giving my project a chance and sticking with me for 2.5 years to reach the ending. Thank you so much!! 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️ This is more than I've ever dreamed for and I hope I can continue to bring good stories for folks to enjoy!

A Sky of Falling Birds

Once I was done with SYVNH, I got to work on my next big project because I can't sit still. I haven't a marketing plan for SFB yet. It's a very different story and vibe from SYVNH. I think the only similarity are the length of the main character's bangs.

I'm tentatively aiming to release SFB for BAF VN Jam.

(Ad break!

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Oh god that was terrible, don't put me on the spot like that, me.

Anyways, A Sky of Falling Birds is a yuri-ish visual novel about depression, finding a will to live, and the end of the world.

It's yuri-ish because you have two "love interests" who aren't lovey-dovey to you at all. In fact, one of them might murder you before the game ends. The main portion of the script has been finished at about 20k+ words and the sprites are done. It's time I made a proper roadmap for creation of this VN('s demo).

(Oh, what's that? Does one of their silhouette look familiar? I wonder...)

A Variety of Unnamed BL Projects

+ a named not-BL project

Although SFB is closer to being finished, I can't help but be tempted by these new ideas I have... and start designing for them.

Last time I talked about P^3, I finished the outline. There is still no title. But I worked on some potential designs for the MC and the two LIs.

I am both unhappy and un-done with LI2's outfit. They're actually a bit plain compared to my other designs, but this story's a historical (Victorian) fantasy and only LI2 is close to the upper crust of society that would wear flowing dress... shirts with lots of ribbons.

I'm still working on how to best summarize this story. But perhaps it's a little more "what would you do for family" than love story.

The other BL project, which I've named [BL RPG] is a story set in a modern fantasy society. There is turn based gameplay for this project. I had their designs finished a while back, but I finally put colors to the remainder of the cast for Part 1.

(Oh, this will be a long one, my friends...)

The outline isn't done yet.

This is a story about kissing boys, taming punks, and maybe over throwing the government.

The last of my "projects I worked on mindlessly now that SYVNH is done" I worked on this past... month is Killer Hiding Place (KHP). This is the next entry into the Kill Series and something I had outlined since last year. I kept trying to start writing it, but I keep running into trouble on how I want to tell the story. I originally intended to do another manga-esque format like that of Exorcist Killing Lie, but this protagonist tends to monologue a lot, making it difficult to put in manga form.

Other...!

I finished 4 images for a fan project, and I'm still behind on another part of that project 😢 That'll be my focus for this week...

I also did some playtesting for @arimiadev's upcoming BL visual novel Canvas Menagerie!! It's a soft and comfy SoL BL story about the struggles of being an actor.

It also has one of the best lines I've ever read in a visual novel.

You can play the Canvas Menagerie demo for free on itch!

Whew! That was a long one!

But that's all the info I got for this... month. Look forward to... next week...??? Let's go with the positive expectation that I will be able to make weekly devlogs again ahaha...

Bye-bye, Pumpkin out!

[madiomens]

Just Pretend [n.s.]

Chapter Four

Two hours, multiple bags of alcohol, and eight pizza boxes later Noah, Folio, and I were walking through the doors of the Airbnb. I was met with beer pong already set up, different sodas, and shot glasses on the kitchen island. Different bags of snacks were on the counter beside the oven and music was echoing around the house. I looked up at Noah and saw him already looking down at me with an amused look on his face.

"Welcome to party night." He said as we walked further into the house.

Folio was already excitedly setting out the pizza boxes and grabbing a red solo cup to write his name on once we made it into the kitchen with all of the alcohol, emptying the bags on to the counter beside the sodas. I recognized Bryan and Matt from their socials when they walked up to grab slices of pizza. Their eyes landed on me and they began making their way over to me, smiles on their faces.

"Hi, Maddie. I'm Bryan." Bryan introduced himself, holding his hand out for me to shake it.

"I'm Matt." Matt said, doing the same thing.

I smiled at them. "Nice to meet you guys."

"You ready for tonight?" Bryan said with a ghost of a grin on his face.

I sighed and looked around with a soft smile. "All Noah told me was that it can get quite wild." I said before meeting his eyes again, my own getting wide when I saw the mischievous grins on both his and Matt's faces. "What?"

Matt reached out to squeeze my shoulder. "I am so sorry for how well you are about to get to know all of us."

I laughed and squeezed his hand with my own. "I should be the one apologizing. Drunk Maddie talks a lot and loves everyone."

He laughed as Bryan leaned against the counter, peeking around to talk to me. "Sounds like you'll fit in perfectly." Bryan said.

I grinned at them as I grabbed a solo cup of my own. "Perfect." I said, writing my name on it. "Please tell me everyone does shots."

A loud WOO escaped Matt, causing me to jump and almost drop my cup. "You are speaking our language."

I laughed as he climbed onto the top of the island, cupping his hands around his mouth to yell at the group. "New girl asked if we do shots!" The entire group exclaimed in cheers as they started passing out plastic shot glasses and heading over to the liquor to fill them up.

 Noah grinned at me as I walked up to join his side, his tall figure towering over my 5'2 frame. "What's your alcohol of choice?" He asked me.

"Vodka or light rum." I said as I looked up at him.

His face contorted in disgust as he scrunched his nose up. "Vodka."

I laughed at him as I grabbed the bottle of Malibu I managed to snag at the store. "Not a fan?"

"Not at all." He said as he grabbed the Hennessy.

"Sounds like you're doing a shot of vodka with me later." I said, screwing the cap back on.

He huffed at me, doing the same to his bottle. "With the way Folio wants this night to go I'm sure I will do anything you ask of me."

He met my eyes, his own having a mischievous glint to them at his sentence. I chewed the inside of my lip to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape me. "If it goes the way I think it will I'm sure I will be in the same position."

He smirked and raised his pinky up. "Pinky swear?"

I chuckled and raised my own up to wrap around his. "Pinky swear." I said with a smile. "Shot time?"

He clapped his hands together. "Shot time!" He yelled over the music, causing the group to cheer again.

I looked at my glass to mentally prepare myself as the others came over to join us. "Do you guys clink it, dink it, and sink it?"

A shocked look appeared on their faces as Nicholas clapped Noah on the back. "She really is perfect."

I laughed at him as we all clinked our glasses together before tapping them on the counter and knocking them back. The burn of the room temperature liquor left a fiery trail down my throat, causing my nose to scrunch up as I set the glass onto the counter. I grabbed my solo cup and filled it with ice before pouring a glass of Sprite and chugging some of it.

Noah came up behind me to slide past, his body heat radiating off my back. He opened the freezer and put ice in his cup before he chugged whatever soda was in it. He looked down at me, a matching face of disgust at his own warm liquor. "Not a fan of room temp liquor either?" He questioned.

I shook my head side to side as I took another sip. "Not at all." I opened the Sprite to pour more into my cup, stopping about half way so I could top it off with my liquor. I squeezed past him to put the bottle in the freezer, placing my hand on his side to get by. "Want me to put yours in here too?"

He twisted to hand me his bottle. "Thank you."

I shut the freezer and walked back to the island to put a straw into my cup and take a gulp of the contents. I sighed contentedly at the flavor, the Malibu turning my Sprite fruity. "So, are we drinking to get drunk as fast as possible?"

"They aren't lying when the say you'll fit in perfectly." He said with a chuckle. "Our party nights always consist of getting drunk as fast as possible and still going the rest of the night."

I looked at him with my hand on my chest. "I'm going to love this group." 

He laughed and held his cup up to cheers mine, taking a gulp as I did the same. "Want to pair up for beer pong?"

"Only once I'm at least tipsy already. I play best drunk." I said with a chuckle as I took another sip. "Good thing I'm a lightweight and probably only need one more shot."

Noah's eyes got wide as he took another drink. "Damn, extra lightweight, huh?"

"Yet I can out drink grown men." I said with a smirk behind my glass.

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Want to make it a competition?"

I held my hand out for him to shake. "Always."

He grabbed my hand with his, swallowing my small one in his palm. "You're on." He said with a smirk of his own.

I leaned across the island to grab my shot glass, reaching around Noah to get my bottle out of the fridge. "Time to start." I said as I filled up the glass.

"Oh shit." He said, walking around the island to grab his glass and fill it up.

The group saw us getting ready for shots and joined us, holding their own glasses up to clink ours and take them once again. I set the glass on the counter as I took a drink out of my cup, the shot going straight to my head and making it fuzzy. 

I turned to look at Noah, my vision slightly slowing down. "Down the rest of your drink and I'll play with you."

He raised his brows. "Liquor makes you assertive, huh?" 

"Only if I know what I want." I said, drinking some of my drink.

He smirked at me and chugged the rest of his drink, holding eye contact as he did so. He set the cup down on the counter and wiped the little bit of liquid that escape off his bottom lip. "Game time." 

We filled our cups back up and made our way over to the table, Nicholas and Folio quickly joining the other side with their own cups in hand.

"You ready to go down, new girl?" Folio questioned, flexing his arms in the air.

"Not a chance." I said, turning to Noah. He raised his hand for me to high five and I slightly jumped to reach it, causing him to laugh.

Thirty minutes and many cuss words later Noah and I had one cup left to get, while Nicholas and Folio had three. The liquor was pumping through all of our bodies and the table was surrounded by the rest of the group cheering all of us on.

Noah walked behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders, massaging them as I stared down the last cup. "You got this, Maddie." He said, leaning down to talk in my ear.

Chills went down my body as I chewed on my lip, aiming the ping pong ball down the table. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out before sending the ball flying. It sunk straight into the last cup and the group burst into cheers. I turned to Noah with my arms in the air as I cheered with them, high fiving both of his hands. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around me before picking me up and fist pumping, spinning me in a circle as we celebrated.

"What was that about me going down, Folio?" I yelled over the sound of the room, causing Noah's laugh to vibrate against my chest.

"Beginner's luck!" He yelled back, chugging the rest of his drink.

I laughed as Noah set me back down, moving my finger in a circle in the air. "Another round of shots!" I yelled.

We all made our way to the kitchen to pour our shots, quickly downing them. The liquor was now just a faint burn in my throat as I was nearing my blackout level, my body warm and fuzzy. Noah walked up and draped his arm across my shoulders and I wrapped my own around his waist, pressing myself against his side.

He leaned down to talk into my ear as the music got louder and the group began singing along to the song that was playing. "You weren't lying when you said you play best drunk."

I turned my face to look at him, slightly jumping when I realized how close his was to mine. "Told you." I said with a grin. He lightly licked his bottom lip before biting onto it, causing my eyes to trail down to his mouth. My lips slightly parted as my eyes flicked back up to his, the same mischievous glint in them as earlier. I squinted my eyes at him. "You look like you're having dirty thoughts right now, mister tall man."

He raised his eyebrows before letting out a loud laugh, his head flying backwards. He brought his head back down to look at me with squinty eyes from smiling. "Mister tall man?"

"I'm drunk shut up." I said, smacking his chest. "Are you drunk? You better be."

His grin grew as he looked down at me. "I'm plastered."

"Good!" I said excitedly. "Because I want another shot and last I checked we have a competition going on."

He shook his head with a laugh as he followed me to grab our shot glasses. "You're going to be the death of me."

"The death of your peace of mind?" I questioned, stifling a laugh as I poured the clear liquor in my glass. His laugh echoed around me and I looked over at him to see him wiping tears from the corner of his eyes, causing me to begin to laugh along.

"I have not heard Noah laugh that loud in awhile." Folio said, walking up and smacking Noah's back.

"It's because I'm hilarious." I said as I screwed the cap onto my bottle.

Folio's eyes got wide. "Oh shit, she's drunk,"

I squinted my eyes at him as it was his turn to laugh at me while he grabbed a shot glass off the counter. Noah began to fill his glass up as well, shaking his head at us. "She might be more passionate about shots than you are, Folio."

Folio's head snapped towards me as he squinted his eyes. "You are not allowed to take my crown."

"Watch me." I said before tossing back my shot, swallowing it in one gulp.

"Hey! We're supposed to cheers it!" Folio whined.

I opened my bottle and filled up the glass again. "We can cheers this one."

"Yep, I'm dying tonight." Noah said as he watched me.

Folio punched the air as he ran around the island to grab his bottle of liquor, filling up his glass. "I love you, Maddie!"

I turned to sent him a wide grin. "I love you too!"

The rest of the group stumbled over to join in on the shots. I turned to Noah and handed him my glass, causing a confused look to appear on his face. I climbed into the barstool and onto the top of the granite counter, reaching down to take my glass back from him.

"Here is to an amazing night and an even better tour!" I shouted, causing the group to erupt into cheers before knocking back their shots.

Noah stood in front of me, laughter rocking his body as I began shouting lyrics to the song that was on with the others. I pointed down at him, pursing my lips. "Are you having a good night?"

He brought his hands up to rest on the backs of my ankles. "The best night I've had in a long time."

I grinned and set my shot glass down so I could place my hands on his shoulders. I held a pinky up to his face and wiggled it. "Pinky swear?"

He chuckled and brought his pinky up to wrap around mine. "Pinky swear."

[ask-pokeprofvoid]

Pelipper mail!

[Oh! It's a letter from Polaris!]

"Dear Vivianne and Andrea,

Hello my girls. I’m sorry I had to leave so suddenly, especially after Queenie had her pups! I hope they’re all doing well, you’ll have to tell me their names when I get back.

I’m splitting this letter into two parts, Drea darling your part is first, and then Dewdrop.

Drea: Hello sweet girl, how are Blue and Whisky doing? Before I left, I bought some more bathing sand for Blue. I was thinking we could get sort of a sand-box situation out back, so that Blue and Whisky could bathe without making as much of a sandy mess in the bathroom haha.

I’ve attached a few pictures of rock types I’ve spotted in Sinnoh that I thought may bring you some joy. Mostly it’s Bonsly and Sudowoodo. If you think you’re ready for a third, Bonsly are very simply pokemon to take care of, and very loving little chaps. I could always adopt one for you while I’m here.

Also, I’m bringing you home just an absolute load of Poffins. I never quite mastered making them myself, but if you like these ones, I will make a new effort in learning how to make them properly. I know you love your pokeblocks, but they aren’t…particularly made for human consumption. However!! Poffins are the Sinnohian equivalent of pokeblocks, and due to the way they are made they are also edible for humans. I begrudgingly ate a pokeblock so that I could compare the texture and flavor to a poffin, and the flavors are quite similar, although the texture of a poffin is much more fluffy than crunchy, although I would suppose it would depend on how long you baked them…

I’ve gotten off track! I hope you’re still having a good time with your schooling, you’re almost done! Just a few more weeks and we can take our break for summer, yeah? I believe in you, and I think that you’re doing great!

Vivianne: Hello love. Once again, so so sorry I left on such short notice, I was really hoping the Walrein thing would resolve itself, but we know life is never that simple. In the middle of wedding preparations as well, ugh.

Returning to our conversation before we left, how many ring bearers and flower children are we realistically allowed to have? Because I agree on Sprite being the ring bearer, I think it would really appreciate that, and Andrea as the flower girl. But also there’s Bird, and possibly Kittsu, and maybe Beedrill, but I feel as if he would not care as much. My vote is on Sprite and Kittsu as ringbearers, and Andrea and Bird as flower girls. But of course, your input is important to me, and I’m sure Vio would love to be part of the ring/flower children as well.

I do think it would be nice to have a more traditional Crowen wedding :) I was never particularly attached to the Hisuian/Sinnohian wedding traditions anyway. I was doing some research and I thought that the Crowen Handfasting wedding tradition was particularly sweet, and I would like to have that as part of the wedding.

I hope everything is well while I am gone, and that everyone stays in good health. I am amassing sweets and trinkets for everyone when I come back haha.

All my love for you two,

Your Starlight."

[A few photos are attached. Most of them look to be of bonsly and sudowoodo, although there is a photo of a Shieldon.]

[Theres a image of All of Queenie's karps, along with many photos of The mons] Hi Opie! School has been super fun! One of the teachers helped me learn new names for you like Zeze and Nini! So I am being more nice! :D one of my teachers is like you too! They decorated their wheelchair with loads of stickers and have a very pretty Reuniclus that helps push her around when her arms are tired! Like you and the mons!!

I made a few friends along with friends outside the special program! they sit with me during lunch and they are really really nice! One of them has a huuuuge dragonite and the other one has loads of Omastar! They all make sure nobody picks on me :D

I might try the poffins but I still really like the pokeblocks, Nana started making safer ones for me and they are like little hard chalk-y candies instead! so im no longer eating the bad ones even if I reallllly want to eat them!

ok, mam wants to write to you now! Love you Opie!

Hello Starlight, Don't feel so bad for leaving, Emergencies can pop up out of nowhere. All that matters is that everyone is safe :) I have been putting some money on the side still for Sprite and Andrea's futures (i'm writing this while they are out!) I know they wont need the money for a *very* long time but I want to make sure that they can still have money there if they need it.

The babies are quite chunky but uh, they mainly get that from their dad. still cannot believe that someone offered to breed their Crowen Gyarados with Queenie to try and get more genetics into the bloodline! they are finally developing their first bristles and I am so happy.

Also I would love to do the handfasting tradition! My mother still have photos of her grandparents doing the tradition! I still can't believe that you went all the way to get those books for the wedding, Starlight. I truly am a lucky woman.

...

on a serious note I have been having nightmares, its hard to remember how they go but im sure it's just because I got so used to knowing you were in the home too. I can't wait till you get home! Liam has missed pestering you and your team for sure :)

Keep safe Starlight, Me and Andrea love you more than words can describe.

-Vivianne (your Dewdrop) and Andrea

[julia-bunncat]

Shuichi's Love Hotel {LSE} | Amasai version

Hey, hey, is that a new blog entry?! Unbelievable… But yes, after a hiatus in my life that excluded writing or even interacting with people, I was finally able to build up the energy for a new little creative achievement! Over a year ago, I did this post here... And now I am officially ready to present to you the full version [so that my intention can finally be understood correctly], using my OT3 of course.

I'll make a little remark before I start, and give a commentary at the end!

The blue text shows the thoughts of the main character (Rantaro), just like in the original game. You can either read the text version below , or take a look at this google-doc [https://clck.ru/3Ehn5n] to check out the sprites I've chosen specifically for the immersive feel of the game. Both would be appreciated, as I've put a lot of work into the google-doc!

Go ahead!~

Rantaro: Monokuma said that once I get here, I have to act like someone’s ideal or else my partner will wake up in pain… Rantaro: Knowing him, I'm sure it's not just a bluff. I must be as cautious as I can, especially since… Rantaro: Shuichi... I must admit, I wonder what's behind his title as the Ultimate Detective. Shuichi: Thanks for coming, Rantaro. Rantaro: He seems a bit nervous, but so far it appears to be going on as usual. Shuichi: I know you never refuse to talk to me... Shuichi: But I must say that we will have a serious conversation this time. Rantaro: That look on his face… Rantaro: Hey, am I being interrogated, aha-ha-ha? Rantaro: Is this really going to be a classic detective-criminal plot, huh? Shuichi: N-no, I… it’s not that serious. Shuichi: And honestly, I don't want to hear the word “interrogation” again. Shuichi: It’s just… I just wanted to say that I believe it's important to be more open to each other. Rantaro: It seems really important. If I don't play along, he might wake up. Rantaro: So what exactly is bothering you? Rantaro: If you want to know something, you have to ask. I wouldn't hide anything. Shuichi: ...This is exactly the topic that bothers me. Shuichi: You and I have been together for quite some time now and… Shuichi: For me, that time is priceless. You always know how to support me, how to cheer me up and set me on the right path, but... Shuichi: Each time, I feel like I'm missing something. Shuichi: You give everything to help me, but you never open up about your troubles. Shuichi: Your bright beautiful smile doesn't bring me joy in return. It makes me believe it's all insincere! Shuichi: It seemed to me that there was some kind of connection between us… That I can also be a support for you… Rantaro: What..? Rantaro: Hey, Shuichi... Please calm down a bit, okay? Rantaro: I wouldn't deceive you… Our… relationship is important to me as well. Rantaro: It's just a bit complicated, you know? There are some things you don't… Rantaro: Suddenly, I felt Shuichi's tight grip on my sweatshirt. He’s pulling me closer… Shuichi: Please trust me. Shuichi: Open your heart to me. Shuichi: Maybe I’m a failure as a detective, but for your case I’m willing to try. Shuichi: Watching you struggle all by yourself is killing me. Rantaro: Shuichi, I… Rantaro: Now, I'm not even sure if it's all a dream. Shuichi's eyes were so piercingly intense that I couldn't tell where the limits of reality are.  Rantaro: I can't play along or dodge any longer. Rantaro: Honestly, out of all people, he is the one I can trust the most. And it’s not about talent. Rantaro: All right, I'll tell you. Rantaro: But don't write yourself off anymore too, okay? Shuichi: He-he, yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll admit, I'm a bit of a mess. Shuichi: I always get… a little more sensitive when I'm around you… Rantaro: My cheeks were touched by a blush for the first time… Rantaro: Stop. Hold on yourself, Rantaro, he’s a guy! Rantaro: Then shall I start? It’s about… Rantaro: Shuichi smiled resolutely… and prepared to listen to everything I had never trusted anyone before.

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Now, let's get to the notes!

Honestly, in my personal opinion after re-reading it several times, text came out raw and short. However, I still want to share it the way it turned out, since it was the first time I tried my hand at it. Yeah, the drama here develops a bit too suddenly, but that's what most love-events were like, wasn't it? Shuichi in canon also had some kind of emotional attack and lost control of the situation, especially when the characters themselves were caught… active :'D I tried to both to keep that vibe of absurdity and not overthink it. It worked out, according to my friends, so let it stay that way.

The purpose of this text was, for the most part, to show Shuichi's ideal as I see it. They is still the same gender-neutral person ‘with a core’ who has been in a relationship with Saihara for some time and has been supportive and proactive in every way possible.

However, this ‘core person’ tends to hide behind their confidence/principles/beliefs; tends to show that they feels better than they really does. Over time, this begins to bother Shuichi. He feels that something very important is being hidden from him, and he can't continue to ignore it — either as a good partner or as a detective.

So in the love-hotel storyline, Shuichi finally decides to talk to this person and get them to trust him. So, I emphasise that you can fit almost any DR character under this formula, as long as they're not completely weak-willed/indifferent/easy-going.

I'm even thinking of writing a version with some more characters in the future (the same Kaito, for example) or I can accept requests. The formula and phrases will be repeated, but the outcome and context will change depending on the character used.

Going back to Rantaro, I thought he was quite fitting for the role of the ideal with a strong core inside and a supportive character. He was, of course, very wary at first and a bit confused... xD But it's assumed that in the realities outside of the Hotel, he and Shuichi have become friends and that's why he decided to tell him one of his secrets. Whether it's a story about the sisters, the previous killing game, or something else ��� you decide! My plan was for him to tell something else 👀.

BTW, I didn't plan for Shuichi to cry here, it's just that the other sprites aren't emotionally charged enough for that, so I had to choose the lesser evil. think of him as just holding his head and clenching his teeth.

oh, and how could I not make a joke about this and make a reference to all the events where Rantaro denies his gay panic? xD hush, dear, Shuichi's charms just can't be resisted, you'll have to accept it.

Thank you all for reading guys! <3 There will be a second post in this series!

[quillsinkandsuch]

An Intruder

The good neighbors. The fair folk. The fae. They harbored many names and came in many forms, too. Sprites and Brownies, Goblins, and even Elves. They’re supposed to be folklore, fiction to explain the unexplainable. 

“Run this by me again,” I paused, “please. You got in my kitchen by…” I gestured to the large man standing by my counter. 

“You invited me in,” he answered, inspecting my counter. 

“And I did that how?”

“You called me,” he looked up. 

“Right,” I sighed, eyeing him curiously. He didn’t look dangerous, and if his words were true… “Coffee?”

“Pardon?” he raised his lightly tanned hand to his chest in surprise. 

“It’s early morning. I’m going to make myself some coffee,” I explained, advancing toward the counter; he backed along it to the stove, “and I was wondering if you want some.”

“Is it still bitter?” he asked hesitantly. 

“I can sweeten it,” I offered. He looked uncertain. “I sweeten mine, every morning.”

“Alright,” he conceded. 

I felt his eyes on me as I pulled out my mugs and prepared the first cup with my Keurig, leaving the other on the counter empty. I caught him jump out of the corner of my eye when the machine started. I pulled the creamer out of the fridge before fully facing him again. 

Inhuman, uncanny, beautiful—those were the words that first came to mind. He had dark hair, light eyes, and a slight tan. He looked like the ideal version of a man. Drawing me in, begging me to look closer… I turned away, adding sugar and cream to his cup before handing it to him. He smiled in thanks, and his teeth, I shuddered, were sharp. “Sit,” I gestured to the table before making my coffee. 

“Believe me now?” he asked. 

“Would you be offended if I didn’t?” I responded, leaving my drink to brew. He watched me curiously as I pulled out a pan. “Eggs and bacon?”

“What kind of human are you?” he laughed. 

“What kind of human are you?” I asked back, finishing my coffee and exchanging my creamer for food. 

“I’m not,” he answered. I froze for a moment before resuming making breakfast. 

“You just admit that?” 

“Why lie?”

“Why not?” I shrugged, fighting the urge to turn to him. Instead, I plated the bacon and cracked our eggs. 

“You humans and your petty lies,” he tutted. 

We sat in silence as I plated and served our food. I joined him at the table. I began eating but stopped when I noticed he wasn’t eating. 

“Don’t like eggs?” I questioned about to offer an alternative. 

“Don’t like iron,” he corrected, staring intently at the fork in his dish.

“It’s flatware,” I answered. He didn’t move. “It’s stainless steel, not iron.”  

“Oh.”

“If you’re not human, what are you?” I asked as he finally took a bite of his food. 

“Guess,” he said after a moment. 

“Well, you entered without an invitation-”

“-You invited me-,” he cut in.

“So you’re not a vampire?” I watched as he nodded. “Not hairy enough to be a werewolf,” he nodded again. “Siren?”

“Do you see an ocean near by?” he asked. 

“There’s a waterfront at the bottom of the hill,” I tried. 

“You know what I am. You called me here and thus invited me in,” he stood and cleared out dishes. 

“Fae?” I paused as he placed them in the sink. “I don’t understand. I didn’t do anything to summon you. I went on a hike,” I watched him return to the table. He paused at the window. 

“Your Forgot-Me-Nots have root rot,” he sighed. “You need to get new seeds and try again in a bigger pot.” He paused, “but I recommend redrawing the symbols they did the poor little plant some good at least.”

“Why are you-”

“The meal,” he responded as though it answered anything. 

“What should I call you?” I asked. 

“My name?” his brow furrowed. “You don’t need that.”

“But,” I began as he walked down the short hall of my apartment, “hey.” I got up to follow him, but he was gone. “Freaky shit,” I muttered. 

[meduzagames]

Devlog 22.4

I am a little bit terrified to write about it...

It has been noted multiple times, but today I will emphasize it: CHANGES IN ART.

As you may know, I switched from Photoshop to CSP and am really happy with the results. That also means that I'll have to redo everything I had previously, including sprites and the main poster. It's not something I want to do, however… everything I have now was sketched about 2 years ago. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't recreate my prior art style. As a result, the contrast between new and old sprites will be evident, potentially ruining the game's atmosphere.

Some of you will be pleased (as I am because my style has evolved), while others may be disappointed by drastic changes.

So... here comes an example (/ω＼)

I don't know about you, but I now see Swen's eyes have LIFE in them.

The same applies to the character's posture in the sprites. I want them to appear alive and in motion. Also, I've noticed that some artists use a variety of postures for their sprites, which makes them appear more lively.

Baby with an adult body >.<

Last but not least, prepare for outfit changes! I want it to look more steampunk! I'm still working on it; I need to find a balance between steampunk, western, and sci-fi.

Again, this is not a FINAL change. I already have the feeling that I need to do something with this infant's face. But I like where it is going.

What are your thoughts about it?

[dokidokitsuna]

Working on Magical Friends: Doki’s animation “pipeline”

…Since this is still an incredibly basic 1.5-man operation, it’s not much of a pipeline. ^^; But I wanted to put together a little thing to show the public how I do what I do, and if this sounds doable or interesting to you, I’m always on the lookout for more volunteers! dokianimara@gmail.com is my official ‘art business’ email, just FYI~

So let’s start by taking a look at this GIF preview of a finished scene:

I chose this sequence because it’s probably the longest and most complex one I’ve done so far. The character rotates, the scene pans up, I got some spinny light effects in there, lots of weird stuff I’ve never done before. (●u●;;) But it came out alright in the end, so let’s examine it.

So before I start thinking about animating, I refer to the work of my storyboard volunteer, Greytan. They actually gave me just one simple shot:

Which I extrapolated into…what I did. ^^; I don’t mean to ‘ignore’ their boards, and I hope they don’t feel slighted when I do things like this, it’s just that they are genuinely a much more skilled and more professional animator than I am, and our brains just don’t work the same way so sometimes I have to diverge a bit. :P Or, y’know, sometimes I come up with a great idea of my own that I really wanna try, which is probably what happened here.

Anyway, my first step after looking at boards is to grab a pencil and paper and draw the shot: a picture that lays out what the scene will look like, with either the starting frame or a key frame, and the background included. As you can see, I doodled some of my ideas for how the sequence would progress, which is good, because after drawing this I wouldn’t return to this shot for like 6 weeks. ^^;

When I finally did get back to it, I grabbed a second piece of paper for Step 2, which is the actual ‘animation’: using the shot as a base to draw the rest of the frames that will go into the sequence. This is where my lightbox comes in handy, although usually I can see through the paper well enough to just draw wherever. ^^ [Fun fact: in my early days, I would just scan the original shot, erase it, and replace it with the next frame, drawing each new frame on the exact same piece of paper. I am…very glad I don’t do this anymore]

Now, animation is mostly guesswork for me. ^^ I mean, my guesses are pretty good, but they’re still guesses, which is why I call myself an amateur. It’s not me downplaying my skills, it’s just me admitting that they aren’t based on solid expertise or experience (yet).

When I animate a shot, I try to make sure each frame looks like it has movement in it all by itself. Gesture drawing, dynamic posing; those are things I’m already good at, so when I animate I make ‘em work hard for me. >:3c

The end result comes out looking kind of like a sprite sheet:

And I do use these drawings kind of like assets; Step 3 is to scan them (along with the initial shot) and use them to ‘construct’ the frames that go into the video editor. This is the step that takes the longest, where I clean up the sketches and color them and paint the backgrounds (separately, if necessary). It’s not as difficult as Steps 1 and 2, but it’s a lot more tedious.

So naturally, sometimes I like to make sure my sprites actually work before I start all that…work. ^^ So I throw together a test animation based on what I have:

And this did help-- it assured me that the first half with Mago would probably look fine, although the second half with the magic light-thing probably needed to have a cleaner sense of direction and more frantic movement as it ascended. When you’re working with a low frame-rate, you generally want things to move a LOT or hardly at all; you don’t want any of that in-between stuff. So I took that into account when preparing the “finished” product. I put “finished” in quotes because I’ll probably adjust the timing of the frames a little when I move to the video editor (Step 4, which I’m not going to talk about here). But yeah, that’s pretty much it. ^^

Generally when I think about adding artists to the team, I’m thinking about them doing Step 1, Step 2, Steps 1 and 2, or Steps 1-3 (so basically, completing a full sequence of frames that I can just add in). For me to hand sketches to someone and expect them to do Step 3 alone would require a level of trust that I’ve never had in any fellow artist before…but idk, anything can happen in the future. ^^;

[vynegar]

luke 3rd birthday card, part one

happy (early) birthday, luke! this translation will be my way of celebrating this year :’) there are some really cute and touching moments in this card, and we get to see a lot of long-awaited sprites, so I hope you enjoy this card too!

disclaimer: this is a fan translation and i am not fluent in chinese, so keep in mind that there will be mistakes. feel free to let me know if you have questions, concerns, or comments.

do not repost without explicit permission. if you want to quote this or reference small parts of the translation, credit and link back to me.

check my masterlist for more translations.

timestamps go along with the card video here. it’s not mine, please support the uploader Axr by liking/commenting/subscribing.

Title: Heartwarming Memories (旧忆灼心)

[PART ONE]

[00:01] Luke’s House

The early morning sunlight was as thin as cicada wings as it passed through the gauze curtains, making the spotless kitchen counter shine dazzlingly bright. The television airing the morning news gave the warm morning a sense of everydayness. As I perused new styles of birthday cakes on my phone, I considered how to give Luke an unforgettable birthday.

MC: (After all, this is the first birthday after our relationship has changed. It needs to be special.)

Just as I was daydreaming, Luke put a piece of toast already slathered with jam on my plate in front of me.

Luke: What’s got you so lost in thought?

MC: I’m thinking about how we should celebrate, since it’s almost your birthday.

Luke’s face was the picture of surprise at my words.

Luke: Huh? It’s my birthday again already?

MC: Yup. Does the great detective Pearce have any ideas?

Luke: Having you at my side for my birthday is enough for me.

Luke spoke without even stopping to think, which actually made me realize some details I hadn’t noticed before. He would eagerly look forward to what birthday surprises I prepared for him, but he himself didn’t care all that much about it. It was as if for him, it wasn’t a day to celebrate his arrival to the world, but rather just a commemorative day to spend with me. Even Aaron, who usually cared about the most trivial things concerning Luke, would rarely offer to celebrate his birthday.

MC: Luke…

Luke: What?

MC: I want to know… What do you think about the day you were born?

Luke: Huh? Why are you asking that all of a sudden?

I couldn’t explain either why I was asking that, but I just had a sense  that deep down inside, Luke seemed to be deliberately avoiding that day.

MC: It’s nothing, I was just curious.

Right after I spoke, a news story interrupted our conversation.

Newscaster: According to reports, the suspect responsible for the recent series of burglaries in the Jia’nan District was finally arrested this morning. The suspect has confessed to committing over thirty burglaries over the past two weeks, typically selecting uninhabited houses to steal from…

The area mentioned in the new report just happened to be where my parents’ house was located, the home that Luke and I used to live in. My gaze was drawn toward the picture on the screen. The park that was being shown was one that Luke and I had often played at when we were kids.

MC: Isn’t that where we often used to go when we were kids?

Luke: Yeah. The thief seems to be targeting that area.

MC: We haven’t gone back in a while, and Mom and Dad’s house has been empty this whole time. Do you think…

It may have been the influence of the news, but I couldn’t help but start to worry about my parents’ house.

Luke: Don’t worry about it for now. I’ll go check over there later and change the locks while I’m at it, to put our minds at ease.

MC: Okay, be careful then.

Luke nodded, then my phone suddenly vibrated from where it was lying face-down on the counter.

MC: It’s Captain Morgan. He usually doesn’t call so late.

Luke: Go see what he has to say.

MC: Okay.

[phone call with private number]

MC: Captain Morgan, did something happen?

Darius seemed to be outside. From the other end of the call, I could hear the clamor of crowds and footsteps.

Darius: Lawyer MC, are you aware of the multiple burglary cases in Stellis these past two weeks?

MC: Yes, we saw it on the news just now. Apparently the suspect has been caught.

Darius: Right. According to his confession, your parents’ house in Jia’nan District was stolen from too.

MC: !!!

Darius: If you’re available, could you come right now and assess the damages? I’m currently at your parents’ house.

MC: Okay, we’ll head over.

Darius: Great, then I’ll see you soon.

[3:04] Parents’ House

An hour later, Luke and I had squeezed our way into the house with some difficulty, as quite a few onlookers were standing in the hallway. Darius greeted us when he saw us arrive and instructed his subordinates to disperse the crowd.

Darius: Go check inside, that guy searched through pretty much every place possible. It’s a bit messy in there. My colleagues have already collected evidence, so you guys just need to go in and check if anything’s missing.

I nodded and stepped past Darius into the house. Everywhere I looked was in a state of disarray after being searched through. Previously when I had moved, I had already stored all of our home’s valuables in a safe deposit box at the bank. The thief probably realized that too, and out of frustration had intentionally destroyed places that couldn’t have had anything stored in them.

Luke: Captain Morgan, how much do you know about the thief?

Darius: We currently think he’s a repeat offender who specifically targets houses that people haven’t lived in for a long time. Right now he’s being questioned at the station, but he’s pretty crafty with his words. He could be hiding something. So that’s why I asked you guys to come here to assess the damages – the quicker you find if anything’s stolen, the easier we can get it back.

Luke: Understood.

Luke glanced at the room that had been thrown into disorder, then turned to look back at Darius.

Luke: It’s too messy here. We’ll need to organize everything before we can check what’s missing.

Darius: I understand. I’ll leave with my team for now, and you guys organize and check everything as soon as you can. If you find anything missing, contact me immediately.

MC: Okay. Thank you, Captain Morgan.

Darius nodded at me then left with his subordinates. We closed the door and the house immediately quieted down. The only ones left were me and Luke, and the chaos all around us. Scattered across the floor were things that we had already forgotten about, such as our report cards and awards and even our baby teeth – things that were precious to us, but useless to the thief.

Luke: Let’s start organizing.

Luke rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, picking up a chair that was on the ground and bending down to pick up the “precious memories” scattered on the floor. Infected by his enthusiasm, I collected my thoughts as well and began to help him.

--

Time passed slowly. After who knows how long, Luke and I finally finished an inventory of everything.

MC: Whew! We’re finally done organizing.

Luke: Nice work. I don’t think anything’s missing, the thief was just searching blindly.

I nodded in agreement, but before I could relax, I suddenly remembered that we hadn’t checked the attic.

MC: Luke, we haven’t checked the attic yet, have we?

Luke: I don’t think so… let’s go up there right now.

MC: No need. We still need you to put these things from downstairs back where they were, so I’ll go check up there first.

Luke: That works. Call me if you need any help.

MC: Okay.

[5:25] Parents’ House Attic

Just as I expected, the attic hadn’t escaped the thief’s clutches either. Although it hadn’t been destroyed like downstairs had, the boxes that were originally in the storage room had all been searched through. Inside were practically all things from Luke and my time as students: toys, trading cards, notebooks… There was only one stood out among them. Unlike the other storage boxes that had paper labels, this one had Luke’s name written directly onto the box.

MC: This storage box…

As I gently ran my hand over the box, the memories came to me – this storage box was filled with things left behind by Luke’s parents. I recalled that when Luke had learned of his parents’ death, for a while his state of mind wasn’t that great. In order for him to adjust better, my parents had decided to follow a child psychiatrist’s suggestion to temporarily put away his parents’ things. However, back then I had felt that my parents had gone too far by putting them away, and gone to Luke about my indignation…

[flashback]

[6:01] Luke’s Bedroom

I quietly opened the door to Luke’s room.

MC: Luke, are you there?

Luke: You… why are you here?

Seeing that I was here, Luke hurriedly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

MC: I heard what Mom and Dad said to you. They don’t have the right to put away the things your parents left for you.

Luke: You…

Luke’s eyes were wide. He hadn’t expected me to eavesdrop on their conversation.

MC: Don’t be sad. I’ll help you get them back.

I was ready to go argue it out with my parents right there, but I was stopped by Luke.

MC: What’s wrong?

Luke: There’s no need. I think Dr. Li was right.

Dr. Li was the child psychiatrist who was treating Luke.

MC: Huh? But how? They took away your most important things…

Luke’s expression had been gloomy, but seeing my indignation, Luke couldn’t help but smile.

Luke: I’m already in a new family, so I should say goodbye to Mom and Dad for now and focus on my life in the present. If I stay stuck in the past, it wouldn’t be good for me, or for you and your parents.

MC: Luke…

Maybe because he could feel my concern, Luke deliberately gave a bright smile.

Luke: It’s fine! I know you’re doing this for my sake, I’m happy. You don’t need to worry about those things anymore. Your parents promised to give them to me when I’m an adult. I’m just looking at them a bit later. Besides, some of those things I wouldn’t even understand at this age.

MC: But do you really not want to look at all?

I saw Luke’s stubbornness, and I asked again in dissatisfaction.

Luke: Nope, I don’t want to look right now.

Luke answered resolutely, as if he were trying to convince himself along with me.

Luke: It’s really late. We should sleep, or else your parents will get worried.

MC: Yeah…

[end flashback]

[7:52]

We had grown up in the blink of an eye, and now I could probably understand Luke’s feelings back then. It wasn’t that he didn’t miss his own parents, he was just too responsible, too considerate of others…

Luke: MC, whatcha thinking about?

Luke’s voice woke me from my memories.

MC: Nothing. Is everything tidied up downstairs?

Luke: Yup, everything’s back where it’s supposed to be. How are things here?

MC: It’s alright, he just searched through all the storage boxes.

As I spoke, I pushed the box with Luke’s name written on it towards him, carefully observing his expression.

MC: Do you still remember this box?

Luke looked down at the box with his name written on it, pain flashing in his eyes. Then he nodded as if nothing had happened.

Luke: Of course I remember. Back then, your parents were worried that I’d wallow in grief over my parents’ death, so they put away everything that had to do with them. They promised to give them back to me once I was an adult. Unfortunately, I went to the capitol later and never had the chance.

Luke downplayed what had happened those years as if he was already completely at ease about it, but there was no way that pain in his eyes was just my imagination. I patted the storage box and looked at Luke.

MC: Then this is the perfect chance. Do you want to open it up now?

Luke hand stopped as it was stroking the box, the smile fading from his expression.

Luke: There’s no need. It’s not necessary anymore.

[END PART ONE]

[PART TWO]

[raventroll80]

G/T July

Day 3: Impusive

Characters: Newt, Klevin, and Bigs. (OCs)

A story in which Newt and their friends get to explore the new bean’s house.

Warnings: Swearing

A few weeks had passed since Newt had woken up most of the spirits and encountered the bean. Since then Klevin and Bigs had been busy on patrol keeping watch for the bean, and Stoney had finally woken up as well.

Newt was getting ready to go out with Stoney to the glass dump when they heard a knocking at their door. When they opened it Newt was greeted by Biggs and Klev.

“Biggs! Klev! How’s patrol been? Did Ye get bored yet?” They said with a cheeky grin.

“We actually just got back from patrol, cap’n has an announcement to make to Rootbank. You should come, I have a feeling you’ll be interested,” Klevin said.

“Hah! He never has anything interesting to say,” Newt laughed, “but if you insist,”

“Hi Stoney!” Biggs waved to the large rock spirit, who waved in return.

“Bye Stoney!”

“I’m going with the guys to Rootbank, I’ll meet you there,” Newt explained as they shouldered their bag.

Stoney gave a “thumbs” up in response. The rock sprite only had two fingers but he made do.

Stoney retracted his arms and legs into his moss before rolling off into the underbrush. The three friends then made their way down the trail towards town.

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The town was bustling with life today, everyone must be curious about this new bean that was spotted.

Everyone was gathering near the bandstage in the centre of town. On the stage the four mayors and the guard captain were talking amongst themselves. Eventually the guard captain walked up to the podium and began speaking.

“Attention residents of Rootbank and its surrounding communities! There have been rumours circulating that there is a human in our forest, these rumours are indeed true.” He said, the crowd murmured before the captain continued,

“This human appears to be a permanent resident, as they have moved into the house the previous human owned. I am organizing an expedition into the house to gather information and possible supplies that may not be available from our community. Civilians are allowed to sign up for this expedition, you can fill out forms and hand them in at guild centre. Thank you.”

And with that the guard captain walked off stage before talking to a group of watchmen, presumably the expedition team.

During his speech Klevin passed Newt a paper with the expedition form on it. They filled out the form quickly before jogging over to the captain and handed him the paper.

He looked it over, his whiskers twitched slightly. He folded up the paper and turned to Newt.

“I’m looking forward to working with you again Newt. The expedition is tomorrow night, but I advise you come to Rootbank early for a debriefing. Thank you,”

A loud rumbling drew everyone’s attention and the captain gave a small sigh. Stoney had arrived and he gave an enthusiastic wave to the townsfolk. Some waved back with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

“Whelp that’s my queue to go, I’ll be seeing ya tomorrow. I’m gonna go get prepped!” Newt waved as they walked up to Stoney.

Stoney laid his hand on the ground and Newt climbed on. They were deposited on top of Stoney’s head where they sat down.

“You two should also go get prepared for the expedition tomorrow as well.” The guard captain said to Klevin and Biggs.

“Wait why?” Klev asked confused.

“Because the two of you account for 60% of Newt’s impulse control.” The captain replied.

“… yeah that checks out,” Klev said after a moment.

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The next day Newt met up with the expedition team in the guild centre of Rootbank.

It was a largish building dug into the hillside near the centre of Rootbank. It was mostly used for meetings by the various guilds in Rootbank and its surrounding communities. It also held records for said guilds.

Everyone was congregating in the assembly hall and once again the guard captain was stood in front of the crowd. There weren’t that many people in the hall just a handful of guards and like four other people.

“Attention expeditioners! It is almost time for us to head out, I need all of you to make sure you have all the necessary equipment. We leave in ten minutes.”

The guard captain walked off to a bit to right and going over his own equipment. Newt had found Biggs and Klev and they took inventory of their equipment.

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It was late in the night when the expedition party had reached the bean’s house. A few outside lights were on illuminating the back door and a small portion of their garden. As they traversed the garden one of the scouts was taking notes on what vegetables the bean had. They had carrots, tomatoes, a few berry bushes, and some unidentifiable gourds. Newt also took mental note of the garden, especially the berry bushes.

The group had made their way to the back door when the captain pointed at Newt then to the nearby open window. Newt nodded before taking out their grappling hook. They dropped the line on the ground and began swinging the hook. The hook soared through the air and sunk into the windowsill.

They tugged on the rope three times before scaling up the side it the house. About halfway up the rope other people began to climb up as well. One by one the team gathered on the windowsill, once everyone was up Newt removed their hook and ravelled up the rope.

The captain took his knife and cut a hole into the screen of the window. He entered the house and looked around before signalling the team to follow.

“Alright everyone we’ll be splitting up into teams of three, we meet back here in four hours good luck and stay safe.” The captain explained to the team.

Newt, Biggs, and Klev immediately teamed up and were about to leave when the captain addressed them specifically. “As for you three, I hope that the three of you will behave… especially you Newt.”

“Yes sir” Biggs and Klevin said simultaneously, “You got big man!” Newt added before trying to leave again.

“I mean it Newt, we don’t know who this bean is, they aren’t the Old Man. We don’t know what they’re like, as far as we know they could be a Feller. For just this once Newt be cautious, please,” the captain said, his words and face were genuine and worried.

“… yes sir” They replied after a moment. Newt joined their friends and went off to explore the house.

Newt lead the charge across the kitchen counter. silently the three crept along the wall, Newt in the front, Biggs in the back, and Klevin in the middle. Newt guided their friends to a spot in the wall behind the knife block, they walked with purpose as they shimmied behind it.

Newt dug out a large clunky magnet brick and stuck it to the wall, slowly they removed their hands and the magnet stuck to the wall. Newt quietly cheered to themself before pulling on the magnet causing a small section of the wall to come out.

Biggs and Klev watched in surprise before Klev asked, “How’d you know that was there Newt?”

“Because I put it there,” Newt replied with a devilish grin before slipping into the wall, Klevin and Biggs quickly followed suit.

“Wait, what?” Klevin said blindly walking forward. Newt grabbed him by the collar of his jacket before he could fall into the darkness below.

“This ain’t my first borrowing trip Klev, just follow my lead and watch your step,” Newt said gesturing to gap in front of them.

Newt signalled for their friends to follow as they began climbing a ladder made from carpentry staples. Biggs was getting more and more nervous the higher they went.

Newt climbed onto another platform soon followed by Klev. The two helped a nervous Biggs climb off the ladder, Newt patted him on the back and checked to see how he was doing. Biggs gave a shaky thumbs up before brushing himself off.

Newt returned the gesture and walked towards the wall and gave it a good shove. A section of the wall gave way revealing a doorway into one of the cupboards. Newt and their friends explored the cupboard, taking note of what the bean had stocked in it.

“Hey anyone want some graham crackers?” Biggs asked pointing towards one of the boxes.

“Hell yea I do!” Newt exclaimed practically climbing Biggs to try and open the box, Biggs gave the box a shove causing it to topple over. The three stood still waiting to see if the bean had heard them, but not a sound was heard, nor did Newt or Klev’s sense go off.

Newt opened the box of graham crackers and crawled inside. The bag inside rustled for a bit before Newt emerged triumphantly struggling to carry three crackers. Biggs looked excited and Klev looked exasperated.

“Do we really need three whole graham crackers Newt? You could’ve just broken off three pieces,” he said annoyed.

“No because that’s an odd number and it’d leave one behind, if I take three whole crackers we each get two sections which is an even number.” Newt explained as they began breaking the crackers in half. They handed Klevin two sections before breaking another and giving it to Biggs.

Biggs stuffed one section into his bag before taking a bite out of the other. Newt put their two pieces into her backpack before crawling back inside the box and rolling up the cracker bag. Newt closed the lid before hooking the top of the box, they gestured to Klevin to help them as they tried to right the box. Biggs dug his hands under the box and lifted it as Newt and Klev pulled on the rope. Lifting turned to pushing until finally the box stood upright once more.

Satisfied with their work the three returned to the hole in the wall and continued on.

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Time wore on as the three continued their exploration of the beans house. Newt lead them through the many hidden passages they had apparently made in the house, not once did they get lost or lose confidence in their path. Interestingly enough they didn’t find the bean in their travels either. They weren’t in the living room, nor any of the bedrooms, though it was clear that one of the rooms was being occupied. The bean wasn’t in the study either.

An unseen grandfather clock chimed throughout the house sending chills down everyone’s spine. Time was almost up but Newt was determined to see the bean before they left. They lead Klevin and Biggs down a flight of stairs and as they drew closer to wherever Newt was going Klevin could feel a strange prickly feeling around his neck. At first he thought the collar of his coat was to tight but after adjusting it he realized what Newt was trying to do.

“Newt No, we’re turning around and going to the rendezvous,”

“C’mon aren’t you a little bit curious?” They asked in a teasing tone.

“No I’m not, and didn’t the captain specifically tell you to be careful?” Klevin yelled at Newt.

“Wait what?” Biggs asked only now really paying attention to the conversation.

“Newt’s wants to look at the bean,” Klevin explained,

“Oh… well, a peek wouldn’t hurt anyone!” Biggs replied after a moment.

“What? No! We are not looking at the bean!”

“Hmm… two beats three Klev, let’s go!” Newt exclaimed as they picked up their pace, the fur on their tail standing on end. Klev sighed and followed after Newt and Biggs.

Eventually they found themselves high up on a shelf in a workshop. A warm light filled the room illuminating various bits and bobs the bean had strewn about. Newt and Klevin’s sense informed them that the bean was in fact here. Newt crouched down and crept towards the edge of the shelf and looked down at the bean.

The bean in question was sat at his workbench whittling some wood. What they were making wasn’t quite clear but it still intrigued Newt as they watched the bean work away. Klevin and Biggs quietly joined them as they watched the bean, Klevin was clearly nervous but Biggs was also enamoured by the workshop.

“Ok we’ve seen the bean are you happy now let’s go!” Klevin whisper shouted to his friends. Just as Newt was about to leave they spotted something on the table below, something they thought they’d never see again. It was off to the side of the bean just outside their peripheral.

Newt sprinted off down the shelf much to Klevin’s dismay and confusion. His confusion turned to distress as he watched Newt sink their hook into shelf before lowering themselves down.

“Newt what the fuck” he whisper-yelled at them, but it was far to late. Newt descended onto the workbench and slowly began to creep towards their target.

Every movement from the bean would cause them to freeze before they’d continue their path. Finally Newt was able to reach out and grab the thing they oh so desperately wanted.

The thing in question? A small cream teddy bear with faux leather feet and hands. It had belonged to Newt back when they were a child. Their father had given it to them as a gift one time after a borrowing trip, back when they used to live in the house.They had lost it when they accidentally left it out in the garden and a young bean who was visiting took it.

Newt hugged the bear tightly before turning to leave. But just as they were about to walk away Newt felt like someone was dragging a knife up their spine. Their stomach dropped as they slowly turned around and was face to face with the bean.

The two stared at each other for an agonizingly long time. Biggs and Klevin watched on in horror as the bean started to lean towards Newt. Newt on the other hand gripped the bear tighter as they started to slowly back up, evey hair on their body stood on end.

“We gotta help them!” Biggs whisper shouted.

“Like what? In case you haven’t noticed there’s a BEAN RIGHT THERE!” Klevin retorted. Biggs thought for a moment and looked around spotting a hammer on their end of the shelf.

“I got it! I’m gonna go push that hammer off the shelf while you help pull Newt up!”

“… alright fine…” Klevin grumbled as he sprinted down the shelf. He reached Newt’s hook and grabbed the rope. Biggs grabbed the hammer by the handle and began to push.

All it took was Biggs getting the head over the edge for the hammer to drop. The noise startled both Newt and the bean. The second the bean had turned to investigate Newt sprinted back towards the rope. They shoved the teddy into their bag and began climbing the rope. Klev immediately started pulling them up and was soon joined by Biggs.

The bean watched in confusion as Newt quickly ascended towards the shelf where he then saw the three friends sprint out of sight. As Newt and her friends scurried out of sight, the bean just stood there confused.

“What,”

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Back in Rootbank Newt Biggs and Klev stood behind the guild hall having just a lovely conversation.

“What were you thinking! You could have died! We could have died!” Klevin yelled.

“I-” Newt started but was cut off by Klevin.

“You’re impulsive and reckless, and you’ve put everyone in danger. What did you even steal, that was so important to take it from right in front of the bean who owns it?

Newt shuffled their feet before digging out the bear from their bag. They held it close their chest and refused to look at either Klevin or Biggs.

“A toy? You did this for a toy?”

“Klev, calm down. I’m sure they had a good reason,”

“What reason would anyone have to risk the safety of the entire community!”

As Biggs and Klevin continued to argue Newt quietly left Rootbank and walked home. On the way Stoney tried to get Newt to come with him to go do whatever, but Newt refused and kept walking. Stoney gave a concerned warble and picked them up.

“Stoney no. Put me down.”

“Mrrrp…”

“Stoney.”

Newt shuffled through the door and dumped their bag on the table before crawling into bed. They looked at the teddy before hugging it. They sighed thought about the night they had just had.

At least they got their bear back… At least that made them happy, right?

[joytraveler]

Planet of Pisces 2

(Second attempt)

When the game starts again, the graphics are back to normal, to Bea's relief and the rest of the viewers. But, as soon as she loses a life, the Glem sprite starts to glitch out-- his hair is replaced by the letter G!

"DAMMIT G, get out of here and go eat something else! Am I gonna have to get through this without dying at all?? I am, aren't I.."

berg_snurglar: git gud, bea. git real gud real fast

The game may be far harder than the first, but she makes it past old ED the Angul this time. The next segment requires a highly precise set of wall-jumps over lava, on moving walls. Before she knows it, Glem's stomach is an E-- and the walls have grown double D's!

GlockRoach: double D joke goes here cause someone has to

"I have to dodge the spiny guys here but then the lava droplets shoot up and it's HARD to concentrate when everything's turning into the alphabet around me!"

One more fall and Glem's face has been replaced by an L-- his whole sprite is mostly the word "GLE", now.

"Wheel of Bea's Misfortune. Do I get an extra life or something if I spell his name?" Now it's a section where she has to duck into little side caverns, to dodge the huge torrents of lava that come flowing down the tunnel periodically.

The M she needs to spell his name is in the lava, every three or four little caverns it goes by but it seems like you don't want to dive in and grab it!

Finally, after several tense minutes of stress-inducing platforming, Bea brings Glem to the boss door, which has a big D on it.

HNV: Oh no, Ed's waiting back there, isn't he

"I can spell GLED, is that close enough?" she takes a moment to prepare mentally. Whatever the boss is it's bound to be tough, and she'll have to contend with whatever glitches are thrown at her. But she's feeling uneasy in a way she hasn't since Box Baby.

When Bea enters, though, it's a new boss-- in fact, it's that one she saw in the end cast roll, Wuggykins! It's a grossly fat, barely mobile reptilian thing, like Kraid combined with Jabba the Hutt, wearing an absurd blond flip wig!

Syrupentine: snrrk

"I was expecting.. Never mind, let's take him down! I feel a little silly, I was getting worried but this guy doesn't seem that bad. Famous last words, I know."

Wuggykins is not a pushover, but seems significantly sillier than the rest of the game. It (she?) gives hysterical shrieks when struck with the Discus, but also throws its (her?) own Discuses-- well, actually, they're plates, some of which still have food on them that will restore Glem's health!

HNV: What is this, Greg's spoiled daughter? Does he have his own Koopalings??

With the food plates restoring Glem's life meter, the fight is going on and on-- and every time Wuggykins lands a hit on Glem, another sprite tile glitches out becomes a letter. By the third hit, it's becoming clear what the letters are spelling.

Klickitat_Street: Why does it keep saying that?? DueyDecimal: You're playing Glem right now, aren't you? He's not dead! aroseahorseboy: maybe we're all dead and in hell and this is our paranoid delusion

"Yeah, well if 'GLEM DIED' could he still be doing THIS??" she says, scoring another blow on the monster. "What, is this supposed to be spooking me out? This game still doesn't know who it's messing with here! I don't spook. And I that's why I don't play most horror games, I'm just so fear proof that why bother!"

The fat monster is getting more and more wild, spilling out plates in a fan pattern now, letters filling the screen like alphabet soup.

Then, accidentally, in process of dodging, Bea maneuvers Glem just right to complete the full eight-letter phrase on the screen-- and it autocompletes itself:

[GLEM DIED and it was my fault]

Glockroach: wait wut

Some of the letters that were cluttering Glem's sprite come away with the words, but soon it happens again:

[GLEM DIED but that wasn't what i wanted]

berd_snurglar: who's supposed to be talking, is it the monster? what do you know that we don't, chubs

The letters are starting to fill the screen now.

[GLEM DIED but i couldn't stop it] [GLEM DIED and i was trying to help] [GLEM DIED because i wasn't ready] [GLEM DIED and i can't bring him back] [GLEM DIED and i never meant to hurt her] [GLEM DIED because i was jealous]

"Uugh, this is getting annoying. And kind of upsetting. This is probably some dialogue that's gonna come up later, like a bad ending? We've seen before this thing is screwy sometimes.. Man.. if I'm right this is gonna be quite the downer but at least it warned us.."

Syrupentine: I'm glad we're on a stream, I'd be scared as hell if I were playing this alone! DueyDecimal: Woody was right, WHAT IS THE POINT OF ALL THIS??

[GLEM DIED and it still feels like yesterday] [GLEM DIED but i didn't get what i wanted] [GLEM DIED laughing at my foolishness ] [GLEM DIED while his mother made pancakes] [GLEM DIED and nobody saw it but me] [GLEM DIED and i cannot replace him]

The boss fight doesn't end. Eventually neither the Glem graphic nor the boss can be seen. More phrases, lamentory and bitter, pile up on the screen.

"Come on guys, it's not over yet! We don't really even know what it means yet... uh.." her face falls as she continues reading, barely able to concentrate on the game.

...game? What game?

"I can't tell where I am! I can't see anything else, and I can't see the attacks, this is impossible!"

berd_snurglar: bea hit reset it's just glitchig up. try again next time aroseahorseboy: the irony here is, the boss still hasn't killed you so glem still hasn't died GlockRoach: Something that stinks around here and it ain't me for once

She tries listening. Even though everything is just clusters of letters, she keeps mashing buttons and listening for the boss's cries. "Now the sound's getting all f'd up, I dunno if you guys can hear but it sounds like bad sound bites of the text"

HNV: Yeah, this game is starting to feel sort of disingenuous. Do you think this was tampered with, Bea? Like, hacked?

"That, or it's not 'finished', like some of the others. The whole machine is a mysterious mess anyhow. This SUCKS, I was so looking forward to this game. Sorry guys but I guess this is where it ends, at least for now"

"G U R E E M U D A A I D U"

DueyDecimal: HOLY aroseahorseboy: now i need a mop Klickitat_Street: that sounded like a narwhal being eaten by a xerox mahine...

"WELLLL it's getting late isn't it! Time to wrap this one up for now, ahaha!" Bea's quick to reach for the reset button!

The last line written remains on the screen even after she resets:

[GLEM DIED and i can never apologize]

"You think that was bad try having it in your ears, FUCK"

Finally the 'Summer Vacation' screen returns.

Klickitat_Street: It's been a grueling twelve games DueyDecimal: You deserve another reward for being good, Bea. :(

"I'm fine, just tired. Spaced out for a minute there. Just feeling weird. Creeped. Worried. Sad. But otherwise, I'm great!"

DueyDecimal: I know, Bea. Look at the next screen, see if it's worth continuing next week-- maybe you'll have something to look forward to!

"Sure Duey, I do it for you. I admit I'm sort of ready for a vacation after that but here's a little preview!"


61: Special Treat For Super Players

62: Metal Warrior

63: Marsha Mallow

64: Spacial Delivery

65: The Wizard Of Ice

66: Planet of Pisces II

67: Bobotown

68: Hungry Hungry Every Day

69: Super Nova!

70: Brass Knuckles Boxing

71: Paradise Mall

72: Box Baby 3

"Hmmm, you know folks, you're right, I DO deserve a treat. Stream extended!" She's quick to choose 61! "I did my best, after all, under the circumstances!"

aroseahorseboy: i don't think there's any video games left for her to give you Syrupentine: ANOTHER POP2??? :DDD

"Yeah, POP2.5: Don't Freak Us The Hell Out!"

"I kind of just want to see a friendly face at the moment! I should be giving her something.. What do you get a collection of data as a present?"

DueyDecimal: Fan art challenge! Draw Bea giving Joyce a present!