#i'm still here. still alive. still on tumblr. still drawing despite it all.

[flamboyant-king]

Wow fellas, I was going through my blog for something and realized I have almost 500 posts tagged #comic. Almost been here 10 years posting shitpost nonsense. I've got over 5600+ posts on this here blog. Maybe 80% is all drawing.

Look at me. Still going. One day, it will all amount to something big. But for now, stick around and enjoy the show.

Love yall.

[mrs-snape5984]

“How can you miss someone, you've never met? 'Cause I need you now, but I don't know you yet…”

“But can you find me soon because I'm in my head? Yeah, I need you now, but I don't know you yet…” (“IDK You Yet” by Alexander 23)

Being devoted to a fictional character for about 21 years can be challenging from time to time. Sure, it’s called “having a comfort character” for reasons, and I can’t deny, that my long lasting love for Severus Snape has given me the much needed comfort and consolation all over those years. He was by my side, whenever I felt the urge to escape from my traumatic reality…and fuck…there was way too much in my life, which made me flee to Severus. Don’t worry, I won’t mention all these experiences in this text (I’ve already done this in one of my other pathetically whiny posts).

But there’s another issue, that comes with the adoration for a fictional character…something torturous, heart-wrenching and devastatingly painful: It’s the piteous longing for someone, who will never be mine in real life���.a goddamn feeling, which is eating me alive! Of course, I’m still coping with my current situation of being doomed to a life in darkness (fuck you, ME/CFS!!!!!) by writing my own ridiculously self-inserting fan fictions about Sevy and Jules…only for myself…solely to soothe my troubled heart. Furthermore, the many artists of Snapedom might know me as someone, who’s requesting immensely personal artworks for my blog…always using them to emphasise my journal entries here.

But there are times, when this isn’t enough anymore! I’m surrounded by Severus in my dark room… one could say, that I’m living in my private Snape-and-Wizarding-World-in-general-Museum. 😅 Everything here feels like my very own comfort blanket, which I’m pulling tighter around my trembling body to create a sensation of warmth and safety. And yet… yeah… and yet, I’m fucking lonely! Lying in darkness and solitude all day makes this cruel longing for Severus become agonising and almost unbearable. I’m bawling my eyes out for someone, who will never be able to hear my heart crying out for him. And to be honest: In my age, this is a sentiment, which I’m absolutely ashamed of!

For the past 21 years, I’ve known this miserable emotion only in this exact context. But now, something happened, which made the confines of my heart and the walls, I’ve built around myself, shatter into pieces…leaving me vulnerable and emotionally churned up like never before. Becoming close and trusting friends with someone, who’s living so far away from me - separated by the ocean - turns out to be blessing and curse at once.

Suddenly, I feel confronted by the same emotions, which my pining for Severus provokes in my heart…a yearning for a deeper connection - regardless of the relationship’s nature between us friends. And just like in the song, which I’ve mentioned above this text, I’m asking myself: “How can you miss someone, you’ve never met?”

Fortunately, I’m able to reach out to my friend in these occasions. I don’t have to weep over my fan fictions or my art collection…no, I can just grab my phone and annoy the fuck out of my beloved confidant. And I think, this is beautiful! 🥹

For this heartwarming piece of art, I’ve commissioned my friend @alinearthp once again. I asked her to draw Severus and my undeniably self-inserted OC Jules as young adults…going out to grab some butter beer in “The Three Broomsticks”. Whenever my longing for Severus becomes too strong, I’m trying to imagine him doing something casual like that with me…and now I’m doing the same with my long-distance-friend. For this reason, I’d like to dedicate this loving post to him. @preciousthelmadonna, you’re in my heart and in my thoughts every single day, since I got to meet you on tumblr. Despite those 6095 kilometres, which separate us from each other, it seems as if you’re right beside me, whenever we’re talking about everything and nothing at once. I’m beyond grateful for our connection, my love. Thank you for being you.

Oh, and @alinearthp, you made me smile with this cute drawing of Sevy and Jules! Thank you for your understanding of my ideas and for each of your lovely and kind messages! Feel hugged, my dear!

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[ryuichirou]

More Tweels/Idia hcs!

Anonymous asked:

I don't know if you'll ever see this but: I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR ART!! The whole reason I got a tumblr account was literally to be kept updated on your posts. your Jade x Idia posts keep me alive genuinely. So of course I'm here to ask for your fav headcanons on Jade x Idia or the Octotrio x Idia in general (bottom idia for the win)

Anonymous asked:

feed us more bottom idia hc's 😃... and possibly jadidi 🤔

Anonymous asked:

AHHHHH I just stumbled upon your tumblr a few days ago and I love your Jade/Floyd x Idia hc's!! MORE please

Anons!! Thank you so much for sending so much love our way, it means so much I can never stress it enough. I am very happy that you like our stuff, both headcanons and drawings <3 whether you’re new here or have been with us for a while, we appreciate you a lot.

Sorry for the late reply! Here are some more Jade/Idia and Floyd/Idia hcs; some neutral ones, some spicy ones, some a bit fucked up ones. I won’t be writing anything about Azul this time because posted a new bunch of Azul/Idia hcs not so long ago, but he is mentioned a couple of times!

Jade makes snacks for Idia sometimes (sometimes sour, sometimes sweet, sometimes salty) and asks Azul to bring them to him whenever he goes to a board game club meeting, which always makes Azul super annoyed because he isn’t Jade’s errand boy + Idia doesn’t want to eat anything anyway. But even though Idia always says that eating stuff that Jade has made sounds like a dangerous game, he got used to munching on whatever Azul brings him. Making sure that Idia-san always remembers him + inconveniencing Azul at the same time? Sounds perfect to Jade <3

If Idia visits the Lounge (which doesn’t happen very often, it’s a pretty rare occasion, to be honest), he always tries to find the tiniest, least noticeable place to sit, but he always gets all the attention, because Floyd sees him, drops whatever he’s been doing and jumps on Idia’s couch to lean on him, chat with him, tease him and even squeeze him a little bit, not caring at all that Azul will absolutely yell at him for that. And even though it’s always a super stressful thing to Idia and he would prefer Floyd not to jump him like that, whenever he visits, his heart starts pounding very loudly, because his body is aware that Floyd will notice him and react very soon. It’s 50% him being scared and 50% of weird anticipation that makes him feel a bit ticklish down there.

Despite the fact that it’s easier to catch Floyd in his eel form, the first twin that Idia saw in his eel form was actually Jade. It was his first time seeing a merman in general, and since it was a dark pool and Idia didn’t realise what he was looking at at first, he got kind of freaked out. But also mesmerised at the same time. Idia ran away the moment Jade noticed him and look at him with his scary glowing yellow eye + avoided him after that point, but he still couldn’t escape the visual of Jade’s huge slippery heavy-looking tail that was constantly on his mind.

But the first Leech to actually touch Idia in his eel form was Floyd. That wasn’t a planned encounter either; Idia pretty much just fell into the pool in the most ecchi anime convenient way possible. But Floyd caught him, grabbed him with his huge hands, left a couple of scratches with his fins and claws, and slid Idia’s entire body on his own tail. Idia ended up not only wet, but covered in the eel slime, cold and weirdly aroused. He just got rid of weird eel-related dreams that Jade caused..!

Compared to Floyd, who touches, kisses and bites in a very overwhelming manner, Jade gives Idia some moments to “breathe” during sex, but this only makes things worse somehow. Because Idia’s brain just shuts off completely when he is with Floyd, but Jade makes sure that Idia is constantly aware of how exactly he is getting fucked, what sounds he makes, how his body reacts and how Jade’s dick creates a bulge inside his stomach. Jade always stops just in time for Idia to catch himself yelping pathetically and twitching, moments away from orgasm. And Jade always smiles like a criminal that is about to betray and shoot him when it happens…

Jade’s and Floyd’s dicks are pretty much the same size-wise, but the way they operate them is different; after having sex with Floyd Idia feels completely ruined. Not in a horrible way, but even if it’s been days, his insides remember how it felt when Floyd was shoving that thing deep inside his body. So it’s not unusual for Idia to spend a couple of days in bed after having sex with Floyd, especially considering the fact that if he moves his legs in the wrong way, he’ll probably trigger a spasm that’ll send a shockwave of pain and pleasure through his whole body.

Idia still isn’t sure why this whole thing keeps happening and why the tweels keep chasing him to have sex with him; he kind of was sure that they would lose all interest in him after a week or two. But even though he acts annoyed and even freaked out by them, somewhere deep inside it feels weirdly good to know that these two think about him so much that they just can’t get enough of him. This is such a cringy thought for Idia… but suddenly realising that Jade or Floyd could fit his entire dick inside his butt without any problem is more cringe; is it really this loose now??

Jade and Floyd are fascinated with the way Idia’s hair colour changes when he is embarrassed and aroused, and they know that it also changes in other situations, so now they have a quest to collect the entire rainbow of Idia’s hair. The winner gets to have fun with Idia while the other watches. Idia loses either way because the idea of being fucked by one of the tweels while the other one is pissed, horned up and cockblocked sounds like a nightmare lol Idia isn’t aware of this little challenge/game of theirs, which is for the best.

Floyd approaches the challenge by making Idia experience different physical sensations. He also loves to freak Idia out, he feels like if he does it enough, he could get a cool new colour. He just couldn’t scare him enough yet… maybe if he combines it with them having sex… Or makes Idia believe that he is about to drown him and keep his head under the water for like a minute until he either cums or passes out…

Jade’s approach is to play mental games with Idia + use potions, mushrooms and other stuff that he could feed him or inject into him. He got pretty interesting results, especially when poor Idia got super delirious and confused as Jade was having sex with him after pretty much frying his brains with the newest mushroom-based potion… but Floyd said that it doesn’t really count because it’s cheating.

[territorial-utopia]

Happy 2024 to everyone!!

I'm writing this post to be like oh hey I'm still alive, despite my blog falling silent all of a sudden. In reality I have been off quite a lot but had a queue going for like 50 days. TTuTT

Towards the end of the year there I fell into a serious task paralysis, unable to do anything and being severely overwhelmed by everything to the point I missed the due dates of some bills too.... oh boi.

Doing better now though, got myself a new schedule going so I can hopefully get around to addressing everything. And doing personal projects, like Dragon's Lair (I have the next part planned out I just need to clean up the incomprihensible squggles into readable drawings) and other things I've been meaning to do.

I think 2023 was my roughest year in a while mental health-wise. I've been so deeply miserable that it's difficult to put it into words. But I've also had some good things too, but it's been tough and remains to be so.

In the end I'll be okay, I know that, I don't want to alarm anyone with this, just be honest about why I'm not here as much or why I haven't replied to messages/asks/etc.

I'll try to slowly come back here too, Tumblr and GT are one of the few more consistent things in my life and bring much comfort. <3

I truly hope we all can have a better 2024

[witchhatproductions]

Witch Hat News #5 - In Sickness and in Health

by Tata Calthrop

This is an archived version of our microfiction newsletter! You can read along on our tumblr, or subscribe here.

Hey there! It's been a few months since you last heard from us, hasn't it? How have you been? I'll go first: I've been bad! Let's talk about creativity and mental health.

I don't speak much about my mental health publicly, but let me summarise it for you; I was a very happy teenager who plummeted into clinical depression at about age nineteen and never fully recovered, and it sucks.

That said, the consequence of this is that I've been in therapy for years and read dozens of books about psychology for both patients and professionals, so even if I'm depressed, I'm also wise as all hell.

(I suspect if I weren't depressed, I would probably be completely zen.)

I have an excellent relationship with my creative craft, and my evidence for this is that I am both alive and still actively creating things. A lot of people never learn to manage the balance.

Many of the artists and writers I meet are weighed down heavily by the burden of not being good enough. "I'm an artist, but I get so anxious that I only draw once every few months, and then usually throw it away," my friends will tell me, ashamed. "I'm not good at it."

"I'm not really a writer," say the people I meet on discord. "I have this idea for a story that I've had for years, and I've written down some small things, but not anything I can show anyone – I'm not good enough yet."

On the other end of the scale are the creatives who push themselves through constant burnout, who neglect eating and sleeping in order to create as fast and voraciously as possible. A "successful career" may be built on five hours of sleep a day and constant, haunting guilt about keeping up engagement and output.

I think it's very easy to hide in hard work. You can have terrible self-care and self-awareness and be falling apart in every area, but if you work hard, and succeed, you never need to feel guilty about the other stuff. 

You know who can create constantly, yet never get tired? Artists and writers who can spend hours every day effortlessly making things, while also being entirely present in their own lives? Children.

Human beings are born with the constant urge to be creative. It's pretty well-studied that imaginative play and brain development are directly linked in small children. It's in their nature to engage in make-believe.

Very few four-year-olds freeze in front of a blank piece of paper, because they know how terrible it feels to be bad at drawing and don't know where to begin with the idea they had without failing utterly. That's a particular madness we learn as we grow up.

I'm biased, but I firmly believe that playfulness is what makes us human. What we describe as "intelligence" in other animals is often correlated with their adaptability – their ability to conceptualise and understand things they've never experienced before, and maybe didn't even know were possible.

This, too, correlates with playfulness. Dolphins, crows, octopuses, and great apes – all very different animals – play games. Despite all having taken wildly different evolutionary paths to get there, they have all separately developed play.

To be human is to create. To imagine is to be human. So that's my way of not worrying about my creative output – whether I'm making enough, whether I'm good enough. I do not create art in order to sell it, or to gain praise for making it, although I would welcome it if either of those things started happening to me regularly.

My art does not need to be good, or valuable. It has the same value and function as the paintings I made at preschool when I was four; it is the byproduct of my humanity.

Let go of the idea of being a "good artist". Nobody is a good artist. The only thing any of us is really good at is being human, which tends to get in the way of the other stuff.

"How do I create more, without letting anxiety or laziness get in the way?"

I'm here again, writing my newsletter. How long until another mental health break knocks me flat again, I don't know. But right now, I feel motivated to put words to paper (or words to mailing list, as it were), and I'm going to follow that feeling until it's gone.

My advice to you is to do the same. Joy is a very precious gift; to enjoy creating something is divine. You are human, and that is enough. Put aside your doubts. Create ambitiously, stupidly, passionately, in any way you can, as long as you're having fun; and once you learn to have fun, the trick of learning how to create more and better is a very simple one. 

So, here: Three things that spoke to me about the subject of mental illness, death, and the arts. Let's drink to our good health, eh?

Recommendations

So Sad Today: Personal Essays by Melissa Broder. A series of devastating essays about illness, addiction, dysfunction, and brutal, intimate, visceral emotion. I have few words for this one. I found it indescribably powerful.

Sawbones have an excellent episode about personal mental health stories. This one's much easier to listen to, but it's still quite personal, as these things tend to be. It spoke to me as someone who, at the time, kept a lot of my issues completely secret.  

To The Moon by Freedbird Games: At the dying wish of a old man, two scientists must navigate and rewrite his memories of life. A short, funny video game, with very charming characters and hilarious jokes and – genuinely – one of the most sad and beautiful character dramas I've ever experienced in video game form. 

Your project here. Do you make art of any kind - visual, written, performed? Are you starting a project or recruiting co-creators? We want to hear from you! Email us at contact@witchhatproductions.com.

That's it from me. I'll see you on the flip side, however far away that is. I'm not giving up! And neither should you!

[swallow-the-bird]

“That Legendary Wizard Who Was Weathered by Worldly Trials.”

Here's a semi-finished piece! I'm not sure if I'll finish it, but I'm sharing it anyway 😂 It's been so long since I've been on Tumblr!

This piece was inspired by a friend's AU idea! In short, it imagines a world where Grindelwald is born over a hundred years later than Dumbledore, so the soulmates never have the chance to meet before Dumbledore's death.

Without ever meeting Grindelwald, Dumbledore never experiences the tragedy of losing his sister. Although this Dumbledore also firmly remained in the light side throughout his life, his excessively sharp approach led to criticism, and there were even rumours that he was suspected of being another Dark Lord in the making.

Nevertheless, he still wins the Second Wizarding War against Voldemort, staking his own life in the process.

My friend's words capture this AU's Dumbledore perfectly:

"The difference between him and the canonical Grindelwald is that this Dumbledore feels that the world isn't worth it, so he isolates himself, doubting himself while looking at the world with cold eyes. Without meeting Gellert Grindelwald, he can't understand how terrifying power is to him personally.

I think a Dumbledore who hasn't experienced the tragedy making him losing his sister wouldn't have a core of awe for fate and a self-examination that leads to bowing his soul. What we see in the canon is a man with his head bowed. But in this AU, Dumbledore would definitely hold his head high.

Dumbledore’s last photo during his lifetime shows a white-haired figure, walking into the vast darkness with distant flashes of lightning barely visible. This photo was published in The Prophet with the title 'Former "Hero" Returns - A Power Struggle or a Publicity Stunt?' ”

It's only after Dumbledore's death that Grindelwald is born.

Grindelwald pieces together Dumbledore's image from historical records and hearsay. He finds himself resonating more and more with this legendary figure who has been stained by the world. Despite the vast expanse of time separating them, the two geniuses still manage to spark a fierce collision of soul and thought.

However, this Grindelwald can never catch up to see his confidant while he's still alive, and the much-feared Dumbledore doesn't leave many images behind.

Until one day, Grindelwald finds a previously unknown portrait of Dumbledore. In the painting, the man looks down upon him with a haughty smile.

This is an encounter a century too late.

Praise my friend, this AU is really intriguing!! I hope that all of you also enjoy this brilliant AU idea as I do!

I'd love to draw more related scenes when I get the chance:D

[fr-wiwiw]

I have no art to post— actually I do. It's my studies and sketches, sfw & nsfw, things like that. But I haven't been deliberately drawing something. Mainly I've just been focusing on sharpening my art skills to gain commissions as I'm a freelance human artist, in the midst of AI chaos, I'm trying my very best to keep up while not draining myself.

So I just want to give you some updates of my life, idk if this is important or not. I'm still a bit constipatedly (is this even a fucking word lol) awkward with communicating with my followers or advertising myself. Ironic, really, bcs I majored in design & advertisement.

Hi there, my lovelies—I hope you don't mind me calling you all that. I've been trying to do healthy habits and diligently fulfill my needs in 3 aspects. Mentally, spiritually and physically. For the past 7± years, I was not really in a great place mentally. I will not expose it in this post, don't worry it doesn't have anything to do with drugs or whatnot. Just that I've been constantly working and working, controlled by fear and my anxieties and I got depressed I think.

I didn't really understand how to actually 'heal' back then. But now I do now. Starting from January I've been trying to bounce back to have a healthy mindset again— trust me when I say I'm an overthinker & problem solver, it's such a nightmare to live in this body sometimes. Fellow overthinker, problem-solver & feeler type will relate to this perhaps hahah.. I'm a turbulence type too, fucking yay. Luckily, my prayers are answered. I can't write it down one by one here, you would be reading a 10k+ fanfiction and I'm sure you'd rather have me draw or write a real fanfic, smut would be preferable won't it? lol

I have many things change, become my better self (bcs I was, still am obsessed becoming better than my past self and I'm tired of living in such dark headspace). I do feel the changes, it helps that I have better friends, filtered out some that affects me negatively. This journey going into my 30s really is such a roller coaster, I never liked my 20s bcs of all the trauma and pain. But I wouldn't be able to reach this point if it wasn't for it.

So.. I'm grateful. Trying to always be grateful too, no matter how hard my circumstances are. I have faith that I will get what I've always envisioned and dream of

I'm also grateful that in 2022, a friend encouraged me to post my Gahan fanart. Now this may seem like biased and dedicated post for my Gahan moots & followers, in some way yes, I cannot deny that. But mostly this is too all of you, who come here and follow me bcs you like my arts & fanfics, supports me however you can despite having our own hardships that we may or may not share here. Your responses to my creations really feeds me and help me boost my confidence to keep drawing & keep creating, keep hoping. I always read your hashtags here, a lot of you are really such a hilarious individuals. I'm grateful my art can find you or you find my art and take delight in it. Because I do take delight in your reactions. In some ways, I never realized it, but you guys feel like penpals. It still feel one-way communication most of the time, idk if it's because of my awkwardness to respond to such responses. Feeling like, ah this too will pass or just bask in the reactions and sit then do nothing productive. I'm kinda scared I will be satisfied with one post and then not post anymore. You get it.. Yea you can probably tell by now I'm up in my head thinking too much. Posting that first Gahan fanart on twitter really was the best decision. It feels like I gained a special community, that's surprisingly still active and alive till this very day, I'm always waiting for new fics to drop gosh. I get to see tweets & tumblr posts that are deranged, detailed analysis, fan edits, those gifs, aus, fellow artists & authors! I get to know little bits of your daily lives too and what kind of person you are online haha, just so fun.

And then my freelancing journey.. My decision to become a freelancer has always been one of my dreams but boy oh boy isn't it fucking hard to start from 0 and exist in confusion haha. Money doesn't come easy too bcs I help feed my family along with my siblings. I've been swallowing all my jealousy seeing ppl my age can go out and watch concerts (even tho I don't like crowded & noisy places like that). Going on vacation, be in a romantic relationship, marry, so on and so forth. Idk if this is tmi posting my feelings like this out in the world, but it is what it is.

So.. TLDR:

Hi, I'm alive. I haven't post or updated much bcs I've been focusing on my well being. Honing my art skills, trying to get art commissions to put food on my table and simultaneously enjoying life as much as I could wisely. Thankyou to all of you who are still following me and keep supporting me, I will have to say, If you follow me for only Gahan posts, I have to disappoint you bcs I won't always post Gahan bcs I draw other things too. For my enjoyment, yours, others and mostly for me to gain market for commission too. This is norm, I'm sure most of you realized that too. But I still want to address things to you, I like interacting with all of you. I won't be surprised if one day you leave/unfollow, but let me be grateful to you while you're still here supporting me ^^

That's all for my update. I try my best to make this post as short but effective as possible so I don't bore you with my long ass writing, per usual lol. I cannot seem to write in shorts, I have accepted my faith lmao.

I wish you all well, wherever you are. I hope we can all be happy and well in this dark and uncertain place. Don't hesitate to give comments or drop questions here, I'm cooking my skills and art taste so I can give more to you and be satisfied with what I will achieve along with the progress.

See you in the next post!🌟

[ryhmus]

NOLI MEI OBLIVISCI [Tumblr Port]

Chapter 3: Reunions

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Sunny's Room

{OMORI; Vessel No Longer}

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OMORI awoke on the floor of Sunny's former room, while nothing usually fazed the calm and reserved former guardian of Sunny's mind, but this certainly was cause for alarm.

("I'm alive? how? I shouldn't be here in the real world! how is this possible!?") He calmly scanned his surroundings despite his inner panic.

His thoughts rushed with many questions. But took a deep breath and calmed himself as he got up from the cold hard floor. This was the real world, he was certain of that, the world that the Dreamer lived in, he shouldn't be here much so less alive to see it. But he knew he would get nowhere by questioning things all night. Gathering himself he summoned his RED HANDS to assist him in his exploration around the abandoned empty house. The hands picked through empty closets and cupboards, but ultimately they found nothing, not even the closet at the bottom of the stairs was spared...

OMORI sighed in defeat, there was nothing left. The house had been so thoroughly picked clean by the movers, it had no use to him at all. He had been hoping to use Sunny's former home as a sort of, 'WHITE SPACE 2,' for a lack of a better name. But perhaps if he could gather things like a mat, and a working computer, he could still make it work as a shelter for himself…But that would mean going outside. People could be judgemental, his appearance would draw unwanted attention. OMORI looked out the window towards the house across the street, a familiar boy in a checkered shirt could be seen playing a game with another older boy in a orange jersey in the window across from his own.

"So the others did make it out…but why are they here if HEADSPACE is gone?" OMORI questioned to himself and squinted at the older boy from afar with an air of contempt. If his dream friends were here somehow, then they could help him find some answers to their situation...

...But first he needed to get them all together first.

He left the room and made his way downstairs, thankfully SOMETHING was no where to be seen, Sunny had conquered his fear of heights, drowning and spiders a while ago before he had decided to pursue the Truth. Opening the door to the outside OMORI stepped out of the house, the brisk cool night air chilled his paper white skin as he silently walked over to the house next door with a quiet resolve.

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Kel and Hero's House

{Feeling blue…red and yellow!}

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Both Kels had been at it for about half a hour at the video game they were playing, Spaceboy 3. Thankfully Kel and Hero's parents were out for the night and they took their baby sister, Sally, with them so they were spared from having to explain the dream clones, but it also meant that Kel could stay up late playing video games with his dream self. At first KEL had been unfamiliar with the controls but he caught on pretty quickly after a tutorial run. Then the two played through for real to see who could set the highest score. It was very close but ultimately Kel came out the victor.

His dream self flopped on his back in defeat. "Noooo! I was so close…" KEL lamented, a blue outline appearing around him as he sadly moped on the floor.

Kel chuckled, patting his smaller self on the shoulder to reassure him. "Hey don't beat yourself up, you know you're actually pretty good at this for your first time, you even caught on faster than Hero when he tried this game."

KEL'S somber blue glow immediately changed into a cheerful vibrant yellow.

[KEL used COMEBACK]

[KEL became HAPPY]

Kel seemed surprised by this sudden change in his dream self's appearance. "Woah dude! you're glowing! How are you doing that?" he said.

KEL noticed the glow as it disappeared and shrugged. "Eh that? I dunno, but HERO can tell you all about EMOTIONS, he wrote a whole chart about it or something."

"EMOTIONS? you guys glow when your feeling happy or something?"

"That's the gist of it, yeah..."

As if on cue, HERO opened the bedroom door as the smell of fresh food wafted through from the kitchen.

"Hey guys! I wanted to let you know that dinner's ready." he called to the two brothers.

HERO narrowly dodged out of the way, as the two hungry boys ran past him towards the kitchen, he sighed and followed after them making a mental note to stay behind cover next time next time.

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Hero was beginning to really reconsider his decision of becoming a doctor and go back to his original dream of being a cook. His other younger self made the process of cooking dinner look much much easier than it normally did by himself. While Kel and KEL were having a contest to see who could eat their dinner the fastest, the two older brother figures talked some more, asking more questions for his other self while they cleaned up.

"So how did you end up here anyways?" Hero opened with a obvious question while he rinsed a glass in the sink.

"I don't know to be honest, I'm falling down a bottomless pit and now I'm here talking to myself." HERO admitted and put away a clean pot.

"Well you said you came from HEADSPACE right? I think I remember Sunny briefly talking to the others about his dream world while we were hanging out last time..." He frowned when the thought of the Raven Haired Boy came up in his mind. That moment where he had almost broken down when Sunny confessed to killing Mari, He had not been having a good day...

"You know? I never thought that this was how Sunny always thought of me for all those years…I'm a little flattered." Hero blushed, had Sunny seen him as this perfect, handsome, charming brother figure this whole time in his dreams? did he still consider him a friend after all.

A twinge of guilt pinched at him for being upset with Sunny last he saw him, Hero knew he would forgive Sunny eventually, it wasn't really like him to hold a grudge. Sunny really did value his friends, even now when they were miles apart from one another...

[When was the last time they spoke to Sunny anyways? it has been a while...]

"Thanks! I never thought I'd get to meet and talk to myself in the future!" HERO chuckled at his own joke and took off the pink apron he had worn.

Hero mentally marked off another question off his list and moved to another one that had been bothering him since they met the dream versions of themselves.

"Is your hair dyed? I know our Aubrey has dyed pink hair." he said, glancing at his dream counterpart's messy hair.

HERO seemed confused by the personal question directed at his being, what was wrong with his hair? "No? this is our natural hair color…so is our skin, I don't get why people keep saying we're sick or that it's colored...and it's a bit rude to comment on other people's looks." he frowned and furrowed his brow.

"What's with that strange glow you guys get sometimes?" Hero questioned.

"Glow? what glow?" HERO tilted his head to the side in curiosity.

"The yellow outline you have sometimes when you're happy?"

HERO relaxed when he realized what His counterpart was talking about. "Ah yes, our EMOTIONS, wrote a whole chart about it. When we feel HAPPY, SAD or ANGRY we glow depending on what we're feeling." HERO explained and leaned in closer. "Do you...not feel EMOTIONS here?"

"We don't actually glow in real life when we feel emotions, does it do anything other than you know…glow?" Hero gestured to KEL'S vibrant ECSTATIC pinkish-yellow glow at the dinner table as he stood on his chair victorious, having finished his dinner first.

HERO nodded along and grinned. "Well, if I had my chart with me I would show you but I guess I should give a demonstration instead..."

HERO brought out a small SPARKLER from his pocket and lit it up, his whole body turned a bright yellow hue.

"When we feel HAPPY we move faster, and have more luck when hitting an enemy's weak points, but we tend to miss attacks more often." Hero cheerfully explained.

Next he brought a PRESENT out from nowhere, bow and all, how he was able to fit a whole box in his pockets, Hero decided not to ask. HERO opened the box and his body turned a fiery shade of orange-red and his expression hardened.

"ANGRY makes us hit harder…but we have less defense." HERO said through gritted teeth.

Hero backed away a little, whatever was in the box, wasn't what he wanted.

HERO fished around in his pockets and opened up a small book labeled Sad Poetry on the front cover and after reading a line or two his body turned a dull blue.

"When we feel SAD we- I'm sorry give me a second…" HERO reached over to a tissue box and blew his nose, wiping small tears from his eyes before he continued.

"When we feel SAD...our defense goes up but we move slower… and we lose some JUICE as well when we get hurt in that state…that's the stuff we use for our SKILLS by the way, but we'll get to that another time."

He sighed to himself bringing out a small DANDELION and blowing on it. Instantly the glow vanished HERO gave a sigh of relief.

"And that's how EMOTIONS work, there are three tiers of EMOTIONS but only two of us can experience the third as far as we know…there is another EMOTION but we don't talk about tha-"

In that same moment, a tiny spider came down from the ceiling between the two causing Hero to freeze up. At the same time HERO began flashing grey, unable to move.

[HERO became AFRAID]

When the spider eventually crawled away into a crack in the wall both of them calmed down. "Phew! I thought it would never go away, OMORI used to be afraid of spiders too, but he got over it, ha, I feel kind of embarrassed now thinking about how I'm still scared of spiders…"

Hero blinked at the name, where had he heard that before? The company that made Mari's piano was called Omori. But then he vaguely recalled Sunny mentioning that same name.

"Who is OMORI?"

As if on cue, the door opened and a pale monochrome boy stood with the night at his back, his expression completely neutral.

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"OMORI! you're here too! We were wondering if you were alright." HERO said with relief in his voice as the pale boy walked inside. HERO smiled and went over to his friend's side. "Where are the others? did you find them?" he added with a hopeful expression on his face.

OMORI simply sat down on the couch in the living room and slowly shook his head. "No…not yet..." he said quietly, staring at his reflection in the knife.

Hero stared at him with a uncertain look, he looked exactly like Sunny from years ago when he was twelve except unlike the other dream people he'd seen this Sunny was black and white, lacking any color at all. His face was unreadable, except for the cold and calculated look in those expressionless blank eyes. OMORI caught Hero staring and returned the gaze back at him until KEL and his real world self burst out from the room upstairs, Kel was holding a can of Orange Joe out of his dream self's reach.

"No! this is my last can!" Kel cried as he attempted to shake his dream self who clung tightly his leg.

KEL was practically climbing up his taller self's body at this point just to reach the carbonated beverage. "C'mon bigger me! just a sip, just a itty bitty sip! I promise!" he pleaded.

Hero rushed into the other room shouting. "Hey! stop fighting you two! or someone's going to get hurt!" Leaving OMORI and HERO alone for a moment to listen to the commotion. When Hero returned he was holding the ears of both Kels. "Okay you two, are we going to share now?"

Kel hesitantly handed the can over to his dream self, who would have downed the whole can in one go if it wasn't for HERO giving him a knowing look.

"Okay okay, I won't drink all of it, I promise, for real this time." KEL held his hands up in surrender.

Satisfied with his answer, Hero let the both of them go and turned his attention back to OMORI, he took a seat across from him and cleared his throat.

"Alright, I know you're suppose to be the other Sunny right?" he questioned.

OMORI'S eyes narrowed at the mention of the name and squinted at Hero. "No…not Sunny." he said coldly.

KEL suddenly poked his head over the couch, he was shining a harsh bright yellow, his eyes were as wide as lollipops.

"HeyOMORI!thisorangejoestuffisgreat!IfeellikeIcouldrunaroundtheworld! WOO HOO!" he sputtered out and then bolted into another room of the house spouting more hyperactive gibberish.

HERO facepalmed and followed after him. Kel gave Hero an awkward shrug, maybe sharing a super caffeinated drink with a younger version of your younger brother wasn't the best idea. Continuing with his interrogation of OMORI, he narrowed down on the subject. "But if you aren't Sunny's dream counterpart then who are you?"

OMORI was anticipating this kind of question but thankfully he was prepared. He preferred not to speak, but he was quite fluent in speech when he chose to be. "We are part of The Dreamer's imagination, or Sunny's HEADSPACE as you know him…" he spat out the name of his creator like it was a foul taste in his mouth. OMORI flipped the knife over and caught the bladed end in his hand. "We were created to help him cope with the grief and guilt of murdering his sister…to keep him happy and safe. There he would play in the world he had created out of repression and seclusion to his heart's content...but as with all things, it wasn't perfect."

He stared into his reflection in the razor sharp knife, from there he finished his story with a quiet sigh. "For four years, he stayed in blissful ignorance of the outside world, until he decided to find the Truth, or rather...was encouraged to. The result was the loss of HEADSPACE, if the Dreamer no longer needed to keep the truth locked away, then what use did he have for the world created to keep it a secret? no doubt I have you and your friends to thank for destroying our home."

Hero felt perplexed upon hearing this lengthy explanation. It answered so many questions while making more. The idea that Sunny had created an entire world in his head in the span of four years was mind boggling. Were these younger versions of themselves part of his imagination? and how was that even possible that they were here in the same room?

Kel butted into the conversation from behind Hero. "Hey, we didn't destroy your home, Sunny's allowed to make his own choices and he chose to go outside to his friends. You don't get to tell him what to do! Plus we had no idea you guys even existed until today!" he protested.

OMORI glared at him. "You may have had no direct involvement but you especially, encouraged him…influenced him, to choose the real world over the created one he made...If anything, since we are having this conversation right now, I fully believe you all are to blame for the reason we are here in the first place."

Slowly OMORI got up and made his way to the door outside. "Where are you going?" Hero asked. Instead of turning around OMORI simply stood in the doorway before answering. "I've heard enough, I'm going to seek out the Dreamer, do not follow me..." he threatened.

He turned towards HERO who was carrying in a sleeping KEL. "HERO, KEL come on, we're leaving." With that OMORI walked out into the night, his pale colors blending into the darkness. The friends took a step after monochrome boy but Hero stepped in the way and shut the door.

"Why would you do that?" HERO exclaimed in protest.

Hero crossed his arms and stood firmly in the way. "Oh no, you two are staying here, I don't trust this 'OMORI' character."

"But...OMORI'S our friend, he needs us!" he retorted in a worried voice.

"Well he seemed very clear like he didn't, don't take it the wrong way, I know you know him better than I do but...Just trust me on this...stay here."

HERO was about to speak but stopped when a loud snore from the sleeping KEL as he readjusted himself to scratch his bum. HERO sighed and gave in. "Well...okay then, I sure hope he doesn't mind us staying here..." he frowned and set the sleeping boy on the couch.

It was late and they decided to go to bed and wait until tomorrow to look for the others...

What an eventful night...

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Faraway Hospital

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The Next Morning

BASIL and AUBREY sat in the back of Polly's car while they drove to the hospital. AUBREY was looking out the window taking in the sights in awe of the city around them while BASIL was looking through his photo album.

"Wow, look at all the buildings and houses everywhere! I've never seen such a big place like this before." AUBREY said with wonder, at the passing cars and buildings.

BASIL was already imagining the kinds of photos he could be taking with his friends when they got back together. Soon the car pulled up to a particularly tall building with a red plus on it, the Hospital. Polly opened up the car door for the kids and picked up BASIL out of his seat who looked surprised at being lifted up into the air.

"P-Polly? I-I can walk you know…" he squeaked, uselessly kicking his legs in the air.

Polly realized this and immediately put him back down. "Sorry It's a old habit, you remind me so much of Basil when he was younger."

Instead, she leaned in and picked up AUBREY who still had the bandages on her foot from last night. They entered the hospital and took the elevator to the 6th floor, for some reason BASIL felt nervous around the big sliding doors as they left, it reminded him of something he couldn't quite recall. He just remembered the result was not pleasant. Polly finished registering AUBREY'S appointment and leaned down to BASIL'S height.

"I've set up an appointment for AUBREY to make sure her foot isn't infected, in the meantime, can you stay in the reception room while I check on our Basil."

The small flower boy simply nodded his head in agreement and hopped up onto one of the seats. Polly entered the room and called out for AUBREY'S appointment, until she noticed that AUBREY looked AFRAID.

"Miss Polly, I'm scared…I've never been to a hospital before…what are they going to do?" she whimpered and hide behind her a little bit.

Polly knelt down held her hand in her own giving AUBREY a warm smile. "Don't worry I'll be with you through this. We're just going to do a few health checkups and see if your injury needs any stitches, what happened to you to get that anyways?"

AUBREY explained briefly about how she stepped on a broken piece of glass in some dirty house and how a mean lady screamed at her and threw bottles until she fled outside into the cold rain. Polly was appalled, how could anyone be so cruel to a child? she should call child protection services when she got home.

Soon the doctor's were ready for her and let the purple haired girl and the nurse inside. The doctor was waiting inside for them when Polly brought AUBREY in.

"Hello Polly, is our patient doing well today?" he said,as he prepared his tools

Polly lead AUBREY to a chair to be seated. When she noticed AUBREY still looked a little scared, she brushed the back of AUBREY'S hair, noticing the faint starry gradient it had. "You're going to be okay, just do as the doctor says."

The first thing the doctor did was test her reflexes by tapping each of her knees with a little hammer, her legs responding normally.

[AUBREY took 1 damage]

Next was an X-ray to check her bone structure, strangely enough, she lacked a detailed skeleton like normal people, having a simplistic looking one instead, bow and all. Other tests were performed such as weight, blood pressure, eye exam and height until the final examination with her foot. The doctor unwrapped the bandages and closely inspected the wound. After a minute he came to a grim prognosis. "This is a deep cut, there are glass shards embedded inside her foot, we may have to do surgery to keep it from getting infected."

Polly looked worried while AUBREY seemed confused. "Surgery? what does that mean?"

The doctor took a deep breath, patients didn't usually react well to this kind of news he was about to tell her. "Little girl, we're going to have to make you sleep so we can cut your foot open to remove the glass inside, and you may even lose your ability to walk. I am truly sorry about thi- where are you going?"

AUBREY hobbled over to the counter where a few pieces of candy were sitting in a jar and reached inside. Polly rushed over to stop her. "AUBREY? t-that candy isn't for taking it's for-" but AUBREY had already put a handful in her mouth.

[AUBREY healed 10 HEART]

Miraculously, her foot instantly healed. the scar sealing itself back up like nothing happened to it in the first place. The doctor was at a loss for words while AUBREY happily hummed to herself and took a seat on the examination table eating more of the candies.

"Y-your foot, it's fully healed? but that's not possible! an injury like that would…b-but…" The doctor stammered for words as he placed a hand on his forehead, leaning over the table in disbelief.

"Are you alright? Doctor?" Polly asked, concerned for the doctor's well being.

"All of my medical training…wasted…"

AUBREY walked over to him on the table and placed a hand on his back "Are you okay? I didn't need surgery after all, I just needed was something to eat to feel better. Don't feel so blue! you did your best!"

[AUBREY used PEP TALK]

[it had no effect?]

"Huh...that usually works…" AUBREY said to herself.

"Come on AUBREY, we should check in on Basil pretty soon…" Polly said, and guided her out of the room.

Suddenly, the doctor slammed his hands on the table, frightening the two as he raised a hand up. "Wait! wait! there is one more thing we have to do!" he called to them, he collected himself and straightened his coat. "I'm sorry, I was just a little startled by your…timely recovery."

he pulled out a syringe from a drawer. "If you don't mind…It wouldn't be too much trouble to get a blood sample for research purposes? just a small sample is all and it won't hurt too much, it'll be a small pinch."

AUBREY looked at Polly with a worried expression but she put on a brave face and readied herself for the needle…

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BASIL kicked his legs on the edge of his seat and looked through his Photo album while he waited patiently for his friend to finish her checkup. Nearby a mother and her fat son in a purple shirt with yellow overalls sat a few seats away. The mother was busy texting on her phone while her son was greedily eyeing the photo album in BASIL'S lap. Slowly the much bigger kid scooted close enough to BASIL to suddenly snatch the album from him.

"Hey! that's mine! give it back!" BASIL cried as the snotty kid haughtily laughed drawing a few looks of disgust from the other onlookers, his mother ignored him with a scoff.

"What are gonna do you girly girl? cry at me? yeah it's mine now! I need a new coloring book and yours looks perfect, just gotta dump out all these worthless photos." he mused, swiping a photo out and carelessly tossing it aside.

BASIL looked baffled and a bit angry, his precious photo album full of his most cherished memories wasn't a coloring book! But before he could protest, the bully stepped over to him and flicked his flower crown off of his head. BASIL could practically smell the other kid's horrid breath as he chuckled.

"Even without that stupid flower crown you still look like a girl! wahahaha!" The bully bellowed loudly and carelessly emptied out more valuable photos from the album.

BASIL looked over at the child's mother hoping for some sort of help, but she continued to ignore the situation. BASIL felt himself get pushed to the ground as more boisterous laughter at his expense filled the room. "What's a little shrimp like you gonna do about it? cry? fight for your stupid book back? it would be fun to see you try."

BASIL felt like he was going to cry but then he thought to himself. ("What would AUBREY do?")

Slowly getting himself up and dusting himself off, he bravely got himself into a fighting pose…"Well since you asked so nicely..." BASIL said with waveringly shaky confidence.

The bully took notice and snickered gleefully, cracking his knuckles and towering over the much smaller BASIL in an act of intimidation. "You? fight me? hah! fat chance loser! you want fun? Walter will show you fun!"

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What will BASIL do?

Fight!

BASIL attacks Walter

Walter takes 15 damage

Walter punches BASIL

BASIL takes 23 damage

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BASIL used PHOTOGRAPH

Walter's HIT RATE fell

Walter punches BASIL

The attack whiffed

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BASIL attacks Walter

It was a moving attack

Walter takes 16 damage

{"Ow! that hurt! now you've made me mad!}

Walter became ANGRY!

Walter stomps his foot...

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BASIL used HERBAL REMEDY

BASIL healed 145 HEART

Walter breaths nasty breath on BASIL

BASIL''S DEFENSE fell

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BASIL attacks Walter

Walter takes 17 damage

Walter winds up his fist...

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BASIL attacks Walter

IT HIT RIGHT IN THE HEART!

Walter takes 20 damage

{"I…I lost?"}

{"How could I lose to a little baby like you?"}

{"Oh my gaaa…"}

BASIL was victorious!

BASIL got Photo Album

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Walter lay on the floor dazed before getting up in a panic, he looked very upset with steam coming from his nose. "Y-you twerp! you're really gonna get it now..." He puffed out his chest and took a deep breath...

"MOM! MOM!" he wailed pitifully and turning tail to the woman sitting in the far corner.

Walter ran over to his mother, the floor trembling with every step. When he looked over from her phone, clearly annoyed as he broke down crying. "Mom! that kid beat me up when I asked to see his book! do something!" he said through fake sobs pointing an accusing finger at BASIL.

The mom simply rolled her eyes and sighed, she got herself up and walked over to BASIL. She extended a hand as if expecting something. "Alright, hand it over." she demanded plainly.

BASIL looked at her more confused than anything. "W-what? but I-"

The mother rolled her eyes again and pointed at the photo album. "That book…give it to me, now." she said in a more irritated tone.

How could this woman not see that it was stolen from him in the first place? BASIL stood his ground and held the book in his arms a little tighter.  "No…It belongs to me…your son tried to take it and I just-" Walter's Mom suddenly reached forward and grabbed onto the album and tried to tear it from his grasp. "I won't ask again…give. me. that. book you green haired brat!" she screamed.

As BASIL struggled to hold on to his photo album, Polly, AUBREY and Basil walked into the reception area just in time to witness the end result of the scuffle. Immediately Polly and several doctors rushed over and restrained the woman, who was kicking and shouting profanities at the green haired flower boy. The crazy woman was soon hauled off to a different room while Walter just stood there in disbelief at what he had just witnessed, it was only through a glare from AUBREY that he made no attempt to retaliate.

"BASIL are you okay? look at these bruises! did you get into a fight?" AUBREY said with a worried tone as she checked over her friend.

BASIL rubbed the back of his head, he picked up his flower crown and placed it back where it belonged. "Oh I'm alright, I can heal myself later, sorry to worry you so much…someone tried to take my album so I...fought back, I just thought of what you, KEL, HERO or OMORI would have done." he chuckled meekly.

AUBREY had brought BASIL in a tight hug when Basil cautiously walked out from behind Polly and looked his younger self up and down, his blue eyes filled with uncertainty and fear.

"Are…are you me?" Basil said in astonishment as he seemed unsure if he should get closer or not. "A-are y-you even real?"

Basil had a slight anxious look in his eyes as his other self smiled back.

Snip.

Maybe this was a hallucination...

Snip..

Maybe he was dreaming?

Snip...

no...this had to be SOMETHING, it had to be, trying to trick him again into-

Sni-

BASIL'S smile faded when he saw his real world self's right hand gripping thin air like he was using garden shears and the sheer amount of stress on his face told him he was on the verge of a meltdown. He walked over to his real world counterpart and put his hand into his real self's free hand. It felt warm and solid like a real person's hand would and not like a hallucination like Basil thought. "I'm just as real as you are…Polly made me part of the family so I guess I'm technically your brother now!" BASIL said cheerfully.

Retracting his hand, Basil was at a loss for words for the moment, but it didn't surprise him that there was another him around now. Polly had already introduced AUBREY beforehand, despite his initially terrified reaction to seeing the little girl who reminded him too much of another pink haired girl, who in his eyes, should have beat him to a pulp for what he did to Mari...though after a brief greeting, these thoughts were, for the time being, put to rest...

Polly had also explained what BASIL had told her so he knew that they were from a dream world and not some strange children she pulled off from the street, Polly had mentioned in the past about wanting to adopt children of her own... and though Basil was skeptical at first he had to have a closer look to believe it for himself. After a moment of thought, Basil extended his hand out again this time for for a handshake which BASIL took graciously with a smile on his face. The flower boy smiled back and chuckled. "Yeah I…wait what was that last part?" Basil asked confusedly as he realized what Polly had told them was true.

"Polly...di-did you?"

He looked over with growing confusion at Polly who shrugged and pretended to not know what he was talking about while AUBREY seemed oblivious to his question. "…Does this mean BASIL'S my little brother too?" a smile forming on her face as her eyes sparked excitedly and she ran at Basil, nuzzling her face into his stomach. "...Does that mean you're my big brother now?!" she asked hopefully.

the blond haired boy looked overwhelmed with confusion at the awkward situation he suddenly found himself in, but he decided it was for the best if gave up trying to understand it before he gave himself a headache. Instead he let out a resigned sigh and took the little AUBREY in his arms. He had enough things on his mind and hearing that he had adopted siblings now was something he'd have to figure out later...

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One check out and a pair of lollipops later...

After everyone left the Hospital and piled into the car, it was a quiet ride back. Basil sat on the front seat next to Polly while the dream kids sat in the back, Basil thought it was kind of funny that his younger self sat in a old booster seat they still had when he was around the same age. AUBREY checked her foot, it felt so much better now that it was healed properly, though the bandaged spot on her arm still stung a little, she picked at the bandage a little until a hand stopped her.

"AUBREY, don't rub that, it'll just get worse if you do." Basil lightly chided the AUBREY, it felt odd referring to this little girl by the same name of his former best friend and bully who probably still hated him for what he did.

"Miss Polly, why did they have to stick the needle in my arm? it kind of hurt and why was there red stuff in there?" AUBREY asked innocently, continuing to rub her bandage where the needle had stuck.

Polly couldn't tell if AUBREY was naive enough to not know what blood was but at this point, along with the other nurses and doctors back at the hospital, she was certain that these kids were not normal. From the strange glows they occasionally had to watching a wound that would have required an hour of surgery with the high chance of losing her ability to walk heal up completely in a matter of seconds without scars or anything to show for it.

God knows what else these strange children were capable of...

"They just wanted to see if you're healthy that's all...I hope." Polly said muttering the last part to herself. The rest of the car ride home was normal from that point onward...at least they could go to the park and enjoy the rest of the day...

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Faraway Church, Graveyard

{By Your Side}

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Later that day… Aubrey sat in one of the pews of Faraway church. Since the incident of her fight with Kel and Sunny weeks ago she no longer felt welcome visiting during active service hours. Although she now knew the Truth behind Mari's actual death, she still came to church for the peace she felt. For the past four years Aubrey had been angry, hateful, and believing that her old friends had abandoned her and moved on when in reality everyone had been suffering in their own way. She would become the leader of a group of delinquents calling themselves 'The Hooligans,' where She and her new friend group would terrorize the town and bully Basil out of bitter spite. Now, when she looked at herself in the mirror she only saw an angry, broken, selfish girl who was blind to the reality that she was pushing her friends away and not letting herself heal. The past week had been a lot to take in, in all honesty she was finding it hard to accept the confession that Sunny told them in the Hospital that day. Between her and Hero, she wanted to cry, beat Sunny with her nail bat, and demand why he took Mari away from them all at the same time…But then she would recall the last day they spent together and the last thing he said to them.

"Can you forgive me after all I've done?"

Aubrey placed her head down on the pew in front of her and sat in silence clearing her thoughts… could she truly forgive him? could she forgive herself for lashing out at the ones who still cared about her?

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MARI opened her eyes to the bright sun shining down on her face. Slowly, she got up from the old weathered picnic blanket she was laying on, being careful of her bad knee and looked at her surroundings with unease. Rows of tombstones lined the open space she sat in, her friends were nowhere to be found.

"AUBREY? KEL? HERO? OMORI? where did you all go?" MARI called out.

When no one answered she attempted to step outside of the blanket when a invisible force stopped her from leaving. She didn't quite understand why it was like this but it was nothing new to her as she had been in this type of situation before when she had to move to another picnic spot in HEADSPACE, or wanted to take a walk. So MARI tried harder, pushing with all the strength she had until she stumbled outside of the invisible barrier.

Getting up and rubbing her knee she realized it no longer hurt like it usually did when she fell like that, she pressed her foot down and felt no pain. "This new world is certainly full of surprises...I wonder where I should start looking first…huh?"

MARI'S gaze suddenly found itself on a grave with her name on it, leaning in closer she could make out the text engraved in the stone and read aloud. "Our Dearest Mari; The Sun Shined Brighter When She Was Here… is this my grave?"

With deep concern she examined the grave more closely reading the words to herself over and over to make sure she wasn't mistaken. When she realized that the grave belonged to her she felt a chill down her spine as the air somehow became colder.

"I'm dead? but I'm right here, what's going on?" MARI whispered as she stared down at the grave.

From her own shadow rose a dark mass with a single eye staring down at her, slowly she felt herself sinking into the ground as invisible hands pushed her towards the ground intending to swallow her into the darkness. MARI knew it was unlike her to worry so much but what could she do? She remembered the last thing she was doing was enjoying a picnic with her friends then the sky turning black, waiting for OMORI to show up when the world fell apart and everyone falling unconscious. Now she was here in this world where she wasn't suppose to exist, being dragged down into the ground for obtaining forbidden knowledge of her real world counterpart.

MARI closed her eyes and remembered her promise to protect her little brother.

[MARI used CALM DOWN]

Taking a deep breath in she bundled up all her anxiety and let it go with a long breath out, the grip of the invisible hands fading with each breath she took, it wasn't as scary as she thought.

When she opened her eyes again, SOMETHING had vanished and in it's place a pale version of herself in a white dress smiled back at her before it faded away into the clouds. MARI looked up towards the sky, letting the wind blow in her hair. MARI got up and dusted herself off before heading towards the large building ahead. ("No need to worry little brother…big sister is on her way…")

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Aubrey awoke to the sound of a piano playing a vaguely familiar tune, one she immediately recognized.

"Huh? did I fall asleep? how long have I been sitting here? what time is i-"

Those words died in her mouth the second she saw the purple haired woman on the church's piano. The way she played was exactly how she remembered Mari used to…

"Holy shit, M-Mari?" Aubrey barely whispered trying to keep her voice down.

("No, this…this is probably just some other woman who looks like her. Don't jump to conclusions.") her inner thoughts reassured.

Instead, Aubrey ducked down waited behind the pew for the Mari lookalike to finish…then she could get a closer look at her face.

MARI set her hands down on the keys as she finished the last notes, it had been a long time since she had played the piano, (Though she was a still pretty good at it,) and longer since she had done anything other than sit at the picnic blanket. She was going to enjoy her newfound freedom as much as possible before she had to go find her friends again. A sudden ringing sound drew her attention towards a pink haired girl whispering angrily into her phone…

"Kel you idiot…I told you to call me later after I was done with church!" Aubrey angrily whispered into her phone.

Kel gave a halfhearted laugh through the receiver. "Sorry Aubrey, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at the park again today? you're not gonna believe what happened yesterday, and I called Basil up earlier and he says he can come too."

Before Aubrey could answer back with something rude she felt someone watching her and turned around. MARI leaned over the pew with a curious expression.

"Oh! I don't mean to bother you if your busy but when you're done, could you help me? I'm a bit lost and could use some help finding my way around this place. I like your hair by the way, did you do it yourself?" MARI said leaning over the pew with a cheery smile on her face.

Aubrey couldn't believe it, standing in front of her was Mari, back from the dead, living and breathing, she even had purple hair…just like she promised she would before she died… Aubrey smacked herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming much to MARI'S concern. "Why would you do that? was it something I said?"

She held a hand up to Aubrey's cheek, it felt so real, not like a dream but it felt warm and soft just like Mari's hands when she was...was...she couldn't hold back any longer as she broke into tears and hugged MARI tightly. "Please don't go…please be real…please." she sobbed quietly into her shoulder.

MARI returned the hug and brushed the back of Aubrey's hair. "There there, it's going to be okay, you can tell me what's wrong when your ready, all it will cost is your love."

Aubrey spent the next minute sobbing into MARI'S arms while being comforted before she calmed down enough to speak…

"Are you really her? Mari? is that really you?" Aubrey asked quietly.

MARI pursed her lips in deep thought before she came up with an answer. "Kind of…but I'm…not this world's Mari I'm afraid…sorry if I got your hopes up if you thought I was someone else..."

Aubrey sighed, it was too good to be true, but here she was with this other younger Mari wandering around the church by herself, whatever the case, she couldn't just leave her here.

"No, it's good, the name's Aubrey by the way but I think you might've already known that, I was just appreciating the peace and quiet."

MARI looked at her with surprise and awe and gasped. "Aubrey? you've grown up so fast…I'm so proud of you."

the older girl gave her a small grin and took her by the hand, reflecting on her journey from four years ago to now. "Thanks, I'd like to think that too…" Aubrey wiped the tears from her face and put her tough girl persona back on. "Now, let's go to the park and meet the others so we can start looking for your friends…I'm glad to have you back." Aubrey answered as they left the church.

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"Good morning Sunny! how are you today?" a loud voice came over on a intercom, rudely waking the Raven haired boy currently tied up in a steel chair under a dim light.

Sunny glared at the glass window above him, he was tired and frustrated. "We have some good news! after extensive testing..." The voice gave a dramatic pause for effect and continued after a few seconds had passed. "...We actually got one! well, three of them. Say hello to MOLLY, MARINA and MEDUSA!" the voice announced in a triumphant tone.

From the far door which had opened, three brightly colored women stood in the door way and stepped out of the shadows to examine Sunny, for whatever reason he felt like he knew who they where but couldn't quite put a finger on it...the three SLIME GIRLS circled around the boy like vultures around prey, each poking and prodding at him with morbid curiosity and mischievous faces.

"Hello...Sunny, It's good to finally meet you in the flesh." MARINA greeted enthusiastically, curiously poking the boy's eye-patch with a well used scalpel. "Well not all of you it seems..."

"Come on MARINA, you're scaring the poor kid, give the him some more space and put that filthy thing away will you?" MEDUSA scolded her younger sister.

MOLLY raised an eyebrow when she noted that Sunny had not moved since they arrived. "Hello? earth to Sunny, you still alive? what's with that look?" MOLLY said in a bored tone, lightly smacking the side of Sunny's cheek and waved a tentacle in front of his eye as he stared at them with an unreadable look of confusion and shock. It must have been too much for him to process because he suddenly passed out in the chair and slumped over. The lights came on revealing three figures watching down from a observation chamber.

"What happened down there? is he still breathing?" one of the figures demanded.

MEDUSA leaned over and pressed a hand to his forehead to check his temperature. "He's fine, just passed out."

One of the figures jotted down a few notes in her notebook and nodded slowly. "Interesting...The Subject appears to have no memory of the HEADSPACE constructs we extracted from his mind... and they show extreme levels of stress when exposed directly, resulting in a mental overload and immediate loss of conscience...very interesting...this calls for an extensive research session." she mused to herself.

MOLLY turned to the observation room and held out a blueprint for the figures to see. "Well in any case, we have an idea to help you improve the meager teleportation equipment that brought us here." she curled her lips into a sly smile and squinted her eyes up at the three silhouettes above "Care to listen? We are fellow followers of science after all, just like you."

A moment of silence followed before a response came. "Alright, we're listening..."

MEDUSA cleared her throat and stepped forward. "While you were busy getting everything set up, Me and my sisters came up with an concept of a looping simulation based off of his regular boring life, you know? a way to keep him happy and safe...and prevent him from possibly escaping you, what do you think Doctor Ray? only you could make this work."

The middle figure adjusted his glasses and grinned. "I like it...but first let me send a message out to our mutual friend first...give him an offer he can't refuse..."

Tomorrow is a new day

Good Night!

[tarmac-rat]

THE NIGHT CITY GLOSSARY

Seta; 27 years old; Wayward NJ Daughter; ♐️ ; Italian-American/Ukrainian-American; Been playing the game since 2020; Platonic SilverV Truther; #1 Johnny Silverhand Bullier; Temperance Ending Conspiracy Theorist; Reader of many books and haver of many opinions

This tagged post indexing this blog is honestly long overdue. Back in my day, people used to go onto blog pages and look at tag lists there. Oh well.

Below, you'll find a list of all the things I've tagged over this blog, including personal tags, character tags, linked works, and the like. I'm not putting this under a Read More-- frankly with the amount of time it took to create, you all get to stare at it. Seta's got LOTS of content, baby!

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Tag List:

SETA CORNER:

Aldi speaks - Main posting tag for anything I create: text, image, and beyond Aldi memes - Main posting tag for jokes, shitposts, memes, and image edits Aldi writes - Main posting tag for writing and WIP-posting

SETTING:

Cyberpunk 2077 - Main tag for the game itself Phantom Liberty* - Items tagged specifically for the DLC* *Spoilers for PL are no longer tagged, so please proceed at your own risk

OTHER V'S AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:

V (general) - Tag for any Vs that are base-game Male or Female V, and not specific to any user. Other People’s V’s- Tag for any individual, unique Vs posted to Tumblr. This is a massive catch-all tag for all OCs tagged with V-tags, so there's a lot in here; I don't organize my M! or F!, specific names, whatever. We are all equal under my tag, baby.

MY V:

Riley Aldana DOB: December 10th, 2052 || Birthplace: Flagstaff, AZ || Lifepath: Nomad || Height: 5'9 / 175 cm || Hair: Electric Blue || Eyes: Neon Green || Sidearm: Malorian Overture || Vehicle: Yaiba Kusanagi CT-3X || Status: Still alive, very tired

- A tag featuring photos, writings, drawings, memes, and info about my own V, whom I love and adore and would rub in everyone's faces if I had the time for it.

CHARACTER TAGS:

Johnny Silverhand

Jackie Welles

Judy Alvarez

River Ward

Panam Palmer

Kerry Eurodyne

Alt Cunningham

Rogue Amendiares

Hanako Arasaka

Evelyn Parker

Viktor Vector

Goro Takemura

Nibbles

Songbird

Solomon Reed

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Fics*: *All my Cyberpunk fics range from T-M ratings, are Gen, focus on platonic relationships, and don't feature sexually explicit content. Please read the tags on each fic for more information specific to that particular work.

Rain in the Desert - My work-in-progress longfic that I started planning before the game came out, started writing 5 hours into gameplay, and published 1 month after the game's release. This fic is my ultimate baby, and while some of the writing doesn't hold up as well as I'd like (it is three years old, after all) I'm still relatively happy with it. Despite appearances to the contrary, I AM still working on it. I'm just slow and my writing/editing process is a nightmare.

The Last Lost Continent - A spur-of-the-moment rewrite of Boat Drinks but with some plot adjustments more befitting of my specific V. Namely-- she can't swim.

The Wheel of Fortune and the Hanged Man - A rewrite-turned-character study of the Hellman interrogation to more align with my V's canon.

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Playlists:

SilverV Playlist but it's just Vibes and Vague Associations - My ultimate Johnny and V playlist, chock-full of songs that I think fit their general arc over the game (not specific to my own V and Johnny's relationship arc). There are songs here for romantic SilverV, platonic SilverV, and whatever labels are found in-between. This is the playlist that gets updated the most, generally.

Rain in the Desert - A companion playlist of sorts to my longfic. This is my oldest CP2077-centered playlist and the only one where the songs are in a specific order.

The Wheel of Fortune - My playlist for Riley specifically, and the twin playlist to The Hanged Man. Leans more EDM/techno.

The Hanged Man - My playlist for Johnny specifically, and the twin playlist to The Wheel of Fortune. Leans more rock 'n roll/punk.

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Additional Information:

Been Good to Queue Ya - My queue tag. This baby runs on varying intervals and is chock full of all that good Cyberpunk-related stuff. I generally reblog based on a queue system these days save for special occasions, and I give this queue a good shuffle every now and then, so posts at the bottom probably won't stay there.

[[FAQ FOR "NIGHT SKY" POST]]

Also:

Please don't use my photos, memes, etc. without at least asking me. I'm generally pretty amiable to letting people use my stuff with a shoutout, but I will be pissed if I find my stuff being paraded around without a heads up.

Please don't tag any of my writing or photos featuring my specific V and Johnny as 'SilverV'. They aren't a couple. I am very vocal about this.

I'm in a few Discords but I'm not entirely active there. If you tag me specifically, though, I'll usually come running.

Feel free to follow my main blog @setaflow for more general posting. Followbacks will generally come from there. I also have some ancient Cyberpunk posts on that blog if you dig deep enough.

[sunsrefuge]

hiiii guess what. random liifa backstory-dump because I'm changing my GW2 characters code on toyhouse and he's like. the only mf with a pretty comprehensive typed out backstory :thumbsup: and i don't want to lose all of it and i want to start posting again. so !!! safekeeping it on tumblr dot com where u can all read it if u'd like to <3

there's no photos and many paragraphs. i'm sorry for how long this is in advance. this is also Still Not Everything. details are missing and it's only up to LWS4 ... i should go back and add more Personal Story time details and Heart of Thorns and such! so. technically a big WIP but what can ya do !!!

Backstory

He spent the majority of his childhood underground, knowing next to nothing about the surface or its troubles. His time was spent studying material he was never quite interested in, and picking up hobbies from his mothers, Lenna & Azzun. He was distant from his father, but close to his half-sister Rylii and twin Lusii. The year he and Lusii turned 11, in 1078 AE, they were forced to escape to the surface. As far as Liifa knew, only he and Rylii had made it out. They surfaced somewhere in the Crystal Desert, uncertain of where they were and how to survive. Luckily, it was only a few days before they encountered Sunspears, who ended up offering them food and then shelter after hearing their story. As the years went by, Liifa grew up on stories of the desert, and of the newly ascended Kormir, and something had finally caught his interest. He took up field medic training with his half-sister, and ended up making friends with a few training Priests of the Six. Nadia ended up his best friend, and strongly encouraged him to train as well, since he was so interested in and devoted to it. The elder Priesthood always tried giving him trouble, but thanks to Nadia and their friends it didn't get to him too much. Unfortunately, tragedy struck before either he or Nadia could ever enter their actual respective Priesthoods. During their training, they’d traveled far from the Sunspear Sanctuary, and ended up right in the crosshairs of an Awakened attack on a small town. They both did their best to defend the townspeople, but ended up being forced to retreat. Nadia, unfortunately, went missing during the attack. Despite extensive searching, both with groups and on his own, Liifa was unable to find her. Being unable to save his best friend is a wound he still carries today, but back then it also made him more determined to not lose another soul. In the midst of his grief, he met a mysterious figure, who cheerfully offered him an ancient tome. He was rightfully suspicious, but they convinced him to accept it as a gift, claiming that wouldn’t it be right for a Priest of Kormir’s to cleanse a book of Abaddon’s, and make use of the power inside for good? Of course, the Sunspears didn’t take this book lightly, even though Liifa had the good sense to hide it for a while. To them, that made it appear all the more suspicious. He was exiled from the Sanctuary, and forced to strike out on his own. Rylii was hesitant to keep in touch with him, for fear of being exiled herself, but sent some letters nonetheless. Liifa assumed a personal vendetta with Joko and the Awakened, figuring that if he hadn’t lost Nadia then he wouldn’t have made the decisions that got him here, on his own. He kept tabs on the Awakened’s movements, and stopped them where he could with some of his newly discovered magic, courtesy of the Binding. Eventually, Rylii’s line of travel lined up with the Awakened. He got there in the middle of the battle, desperately searching for his sister as he feared losing her how he lost Nadia. He finds her fatally injured, but still alive. Without considering the consequences, he draws power from the Binding in order to aid himself in healing her - he’s successful, but not without unforeseen consequences that will follow them both centuries later. They’re both unknowing for the time being, but the magic from the Binding creates a lich-phylactery bond, making them both effectively immortal unless Rylii was killed first. They both separate from the Sunspears, finding a place to settle in western Tyria, although Liifa’s much more taken with the ship Captain that offered them safe passage. He and his sister’s family split ways, though they sometimes exchange letters over the years, until they eventually drift apart. As Liifa gets to know the Binding better, it gets to know him better, and the demons inside taunt him with anything they can, such as what he’s unknowingly done to his sister. The next two centuries are rife with struggle and distress, and the newborn lich settles for running from his troubles instead of dealing with them.

Present Day

Now he travels the world on his own, sometimes joined by the Binding, and sometimes not. He’s got a lot of loose ends that he doesn’t pay attention to tying up, assuming time will take care of them for him, like it has with so many in the past. He makes deals in place of the Binding to keep the demons from getting too feisty, and he’s always avoided those he places the Binding in the hands of after. It always makes its way back to him anyway, whether he wants it to or not. He hasn’t spoken to his sister in years, though he’s occasionally taken the jaunt to check on her from a distance. He’s become a shadow in modern day Tyria, unaware that some of the Elonian legends he’s heard over the years line a trail right back to him. He’s always been meaning to go back. He has unfinished business with another lich, after all.

Living World Season 4

After getting stuck in Gandara with Eliana for nearly a year during the first half of LWS4, he joins the Commander's team with Eliana after Phoenix offers the duo a place with them. He becomes the team's official field medic and keeps his identity as a lich under wraps for as long as he can. (Khozzak, however, makes that very short-lived.) He's very anxious around Aurene, as his only personal histories with dragons so far has been Primordus destroying his home in his childhood, and briefly helping the Pact against Zhaitan as a favor to Trahearne. He stays close by Eliana's side, making sure that she's alright and that Ipos hasn't returned to causing her trouble. She still carries the book, after all. His opinion of Aurene takes a sharp turn after the events of All or Nothing. During the struggle against Kralkatorrik, Aurene breaks from harassing the Elder Dragon in order to kill a Branded creature that had nearly caught Liifa off-guard. Her gentle demeanor toward him after that kill, ensuring that he was unharmed, and then chirping brightly before taking off once more, did a lot to endear the little blue dragon to him. It was his first actual interaction with her, and it struck him that she seemed to keep it as brief as she could, possibly for his comfort. He's a trainwreck during the lull between All or Nothing and War Eternal. Liifa briefly leaves the team to visit his sister, Rylii, for the first time in over two centuries. He tells her nothing of the current state of the world, as her hermit home has kept her mostly out of the loop anyway, and he doesn't want to stress her out. Talking with her after so long also helps to provide clarity to his own feelings about the blue sylvari he's been accompanying. Whether he wants to acknowledge his feelings or not.

He returns to the team, and to Eliana's side, shortly before War Eternal, intending to at least attend the official funeral for Aurene and her Champion. Liifa picks up on what's happening before Aurene is even fully revived. The heartbeat-like pulse of her glow makes him run through all of his medical knowledge, before remembering how Gandara ended. He's the first to inform the group of "Of course she's still alive, she ingested lich magic!" He doesn't say it out loud, but he does hold the hope that maybe she'll have enough strength to revive her Champion as well. He tends to Eliana after she expends much of her energy to use her connection with Aurene to help revive the duo, and he's stunned by the manner of how Phoenix comes back to life. Liifa very much expected her to still be human, maybe just crystallized like how Caithe appears. Instead, the remaining life and magic in Caladbolg is used to assist her revival, and in turn, turns her into a sylvari. A living thorn of the Dream, now. Something about it makes him remember his old friend Trahearne. Assisting as well as he can while keeping an eye on Eliana's health, he happily avoids treading anywhere near Kralkatorrik. He's already narrowly avoided death by one rock-related dragon, and he doesn't feel like making it two. The duo is relieved as Kralkatorrik officially passes, and standing on the bow of an airship as Aurene ascends. As frightening as the journey had been so far, Liifa could tell in his bones that there would still be more to come. The duo mutually agrees on staying with the Commander's Team, intending to help see the Dragon Cycle through to its very end.

Icebrood Saga [WIP]

[To be continued! maybe. someday! when the backstory writing bug hits me again.]

[skelezomperman]

Some random Thoughts the first

Here's some random thoughts about Fire Emblem that I'll post here since the Opinions Thread on Reddit is a bit late. Negative first, then positive.

Firstly, I've said this before but I think that the biggest casualty of incest being discussed in Fire Emblem is that it means that people cannot treat a brother and sister being affectionate to each other normally. Every time they do so much as share an embrace, you are sure to see someone claim that there is some kind of romantic undertone. I really, really just hate this. Can we just...not?

Secondly, there's a pattern I've noticed, a sort of temptation to get addicted to looking at other people's bad takes. It is certainly not hard to find people saying things that objectively make no sense, not especially on social media sites like Tumblr, Reddit, or Twitter/X. Sometimes it is so funny that you have to say something to someone else. But at the same time, it's easy to fall into this addiction to looking at bad takes. To make it a full-blown habit of spending so much time at looking at terrible things said on the Internet is extremely unhealthy! I am not saying this to laugh or to proclaim myself as better, because I too am guilty of gossip. But we are called to greater things than circlejerking off other people's faults.

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We are honestly blessed to have so much talent in our community. Obviously, there's artists, but we also have talented writers, talented cosplayers, talented translators, talented analyzers. I see it when I see the subreddit, I see it on Twitter, I see it on Tumblr, I see it on Discord. My talent is nowhere near the talent that other people have. I can't draw, I can't really speak Japanese, and my creative skills amount to some middling writings. So to everyone who has this talent, I thank you for all you've done, and if you want to use your talents to enrich the community, I say go for it! I support you.

Have I mentioned before that I like Ivy from Fire Emblem: Engage? I will spare you the details of my months-long angsting with the fact that I like her. I've said repeatedly before that I would not die on a hill defending that character, but for once I'll say that I appreciate her. I appreciate that she isn't one-dimensional (contrary to popular belief, ghosts are not mentioned in every support she has). She's adept at maneuvering around many different people, whether it's with Alcryst who clearly still has bad feelings about what happened in Chapter 10, with her sister whom she wants to support despite the enmity between their mothers, or with someone like Mauvier who is in a similar situation to her. Yes, the worldbuilding in Elusia rings hollow just as it does throughout the game, but I still felt that she was fine with regards to fitting into the plot, perhaps more-so than any of the other royals in the game.

(In general, I think my enjoyment of Engage increases when I turn away from looking at posts where people say they dislike it. Then I feel less bad about liking Engage even if it went against a lot of what I was wanting out of future Fire Emblems.)

One last thing is that I want to just say that I like how many little things there are to discover about FE4. I'm in the process of building a group of docs comparing the various translations of FE4. It's been three years since I went through the work of putting together a script for Project Naga, and I'm still finding lines that I never knew existed. Who knew that there's actually a line for if you seized Lubeck (first castle in Chapter 5) with Byron somehow still being alive? Or that Ishtore's boss dialogue changes if you fight him before killing Liza? So many little details to appreciate from this game even if it does show its age.

[dalishthunder]

Happy valentine's! It's me smile anon :]

It's been a really really long while and I planned on replying much sooner but in short: college life and depression. I'm not back to full power yet, but getting there and I absolutely had to leave a message on valentine's day since I missed new years.

I've been around since the GEO days and I've even interacted before, just never left anything that indicated I'm the same person hehe. That fic and universe will always have a special place in my heart. I binged the whole thing in one day when it was one chapter away from being finished and I laughed and I cried and the ending left me warm and satisfied despite not being into cronus at all. I've read that fic entirely for the humor, the emotions, the dynamic between two characters you've beautifully constructed (and made me gain a new appreciation for, cronus-wise. still a goober, but your take really fleshed him out), and for the background characters who got their own depth and interiority that it made the story's universe come alive. It's one fic that really touched me and I think even affected the way I approach my own creative projects. And then I proceeded to scour your blog for every other thing you've written and have been hiding in your (tumblr) backyard, occasionally whispering 'yippie' ever since lol

Anyway back to what we're both here for, GoG:

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READER GOT TO WEAR A CAPE AND A MASK AND BE COOL AND BE TERRIFIED!!!!!! I N E E D TO DRAW THAT AS SOON AS I'M OVER MY ART BLOCK

READER GOT TO (ATTEMPT) KILLING SOMEONE ("INDIRECTLY") :D!!! I was wondering when it will be coming to this and yup. Here it is. With Ramattra basically going "Point and I'll kill them" as a show of trust/respect lmao. I am really excited to see how this plays out, if there will be any casualties on their side. How that would make them feel. If it would be difficult seeing themself the same way again after asking for something like that even knowing the person they ordered killing wouldn't think twice about the suffering they'd inflicted. I'm also worried about what will happen when Talon figures out their real identity...

This project started as a two parter and look where we are now. I'd leave a longer more in depth comment but my brain is pretty fried rn ashsh. Just wanted to let you know I'm still here finding joy and comfort in your writing, and thank you for sharing it this valentine since we're celebrating the love and all that :3 Hope you have a good day today!

SMILE ANON MY BELOVED!!!!

Happy Valentines Day!!! Oh my god thank you for sticking around so long! And I'm so glad you enjoyed GEO enough to stay for the ride ;u;

writing GEO was honestly such a huge emotional experience for me beginning to end. It's... one of those ones that will probably stay with me in my heart forever because it was the first big thing I wrote in... a good 9-10 years, and it was filled with a lot of heart (not that my other stuff isn't, I do pour my heart and soul into my other works, but GEO was special to me yknow?) So I'm really glad that you enjoyed it so much

And that's so touching to hear that it's kind of changed the way you view your creative endeavors!!!! At least I hope it's in a good way haha ASLDKJFASLKDFASDFSDF

AUUUGHGHGHOOGHGHH IF YOU DRAW THAT I WILL BE FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT OH MY GOD

And yeah baby's first murder... Ramattra is so proud

But in all seriousness there's gonna be a lot of emotions in the next chapter and I'm so fucking pumped for it... (if my hands and brain would cooperate and type)

I hope you also have a wonderful day!

[petite-madame]

hey, just wanted to say i love your art, as always 🥰 i've been following you for years and even though i took a break from tumblr for a long time i still followed you on insta and you've kept my love for stucky alive all this time, so thank you for that ❤️ i hope you're doing well despite all the craziness of the past few years xo

Hi anon ^^

i've been following you for years

Thank you so much for your very kind message about my art and for following me for so long! As you can see, I'm still here. 😁

...even though i took a break from tumblr...

You were free anon, why did you come back ? Why did you join the circus again ? 🤣🤣 Oh well, make yourself at home. What do you want me to tell you...

Yeah, pretty much!!

you've kept my love for stucky alive

I'm very happy I did! I'm on a short break to practice light and textures at the moment but when I'm done there's a Stucky art I have in mind I absolutely want to draw. It's inspired by a vid I saw on the internet. I just hope I bookmarked the vid properly and that I'll find it easily when I start working on the artwork again. 😅

i hope you're doing well despite all the craziness of the past few years

Same old, same old. Still enthusiastic about art and all my little hyperfixations. I'm trying to go to the museum more often. And I'm drawing John Watson in the means of transportation (it's oddly specific). I can't complain. ^^

I hope everything is going fine for you too anon. Enjoy the end of the year 🥳

[tophat-cy]

It's that time of the year again, huh?

Hello everyone! Here is TopHat_Cy with probably the last Tumblr post of this year. Since 2023 is coming to a close, I'll just put down a little summary of the experiences I had this year. Let's get started ^v^ ✨💗!

⚠️CW/TW since there may possibly be some ranting and/or venting at some points⚠️

To be honest here, 2023 was pretty rough, and I'm not talking about that I had the baccalaureate in June, oh no. I was honestly waiting for that time so I can just do myself after that, right after I supported 4 years in that hellpit people called it high-school (or pedagogic college...whatever 🙄), just to get like over 3 months later on a worse hellpit called college, where all my personal issues has awakened...and felt horrible and lonelier like I've never been.

Despite being in overall horrible, high-school was great because mostly because I wasn't feeling the loneliness and self misery I feel now. Now that I'm at college I get almost hit daily by the fact that 1) I'm lonely and I'll always remain lonely (since who tf wants a little antisocial freak who literally draws all day lmao??) 2) I'm worthless, mostly because my French skills (at least) suck, and a good amount of my marks suck as well in comparison with other students (and honestly I wouldn't be bothered that much about this fact if it wasn't for my mom who haves the great habit to remind me by times to make sure I take big marks only to get the scholarship, hahahaha shut up bitch), which guess what, it makes me feel ✨horrible✨, and 3) Your life is a pure lie. This is sooooooooooo great isn't it :D ??!

*sigh*

I realized within my current college experience that I'm lonely not only in society, but with my own mom. I realized I'm even more of a worst daughter than I ever thought...I realized that I'm getting more horrible as the time goes by, or at least this is how I feel. I feel like losing myself slowly, becoming into nothing but a setinent shell of the former self. With those realizations, I'm getting hit in the face once again by the most saddest fact that I've encountered so far in my life but I always tend to forget it to make myself feel better (but you know how life is...it needs to offer you some lemons in the eyes 👁️👁️)...

...the fact that my life is nothing but a pure LIE.

But hey! Can we look into the bright side of what this year offered for some hot minutes?? It's not all black and misery! I had part of wonderful and fun times with my boyfriend (we did Whiteboards and rambled about our silly stuff like two neurodivergents that we are 😁✨), I had part of several fanart moments from people, I had Art Fight (yeaaaaah, our old pal Art Fight, which kinda started to become a pain in the ass every year when I have to bring my REFs up to date for this event...mmmmmmm 😊/pure af hot sarcasm, but honestly here, do I really care :D ???), I even joined my first Original Characters Tournament, Ressurection, in which I met wonderful people which appreciate my skills and also willing to help and support. And most importantly, I had YOU! All of you! If it wasn't for you guys, I definitely wouldn't been here, sharing this thoughts with YOU. And I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, once again ❤️!

As a mini conclusion to all of this speech, I'll admit that this year was still decent so far, with all it's ups and downs, along with the fact that I'm returning myself at being genderfluid (hence the Pic at the very beginning of the post lmao :')) )

The latest events from this year at least made me think that being feminine related makes me feel worthless about myself, and I don't want to feel like that anymore. I want to be strong at its full and I want to feel and be free with who I am. I'm not the most social person, yes. I'm far off from being a great daughter, yes of course, and I'm definitely far from being the best person out alive, or at least a great one. But at least I want to do something about it, so I can have the right to say that I tried my best for real.

So, that's it. I'm genderfluid. I go by he/they/cee from now on (although cee/ceer pronouns are most likely optional, like if you want to use them, go ahead, although I'll still be ok if you used the he/they ones, just don't refer to me with she/her or any fem aligned pronouns).

🌙⭐Plans for 2024⭐🌙

(aka my favorite part from this post so far 🤓)

Just like everyone else, I have prepared some future plans for the next year and which I'd like to share with you. Here they are!

I want to make EITHER an OCT or a world-building RP server somewhere around February-March or later (I would've done it sooner, but I have to prepare for the exam session in January). The OCT thing may take a while though since I want it to be good, so this plan might get extended for 2025 as well. As for the world-building RP thing, with some effort, it could be done next year.

Returning on developing some miscellaneous projects - those being Insanity AU and a somewhat game-like concept that my boyfriend made plans about it in this year and which I'd like to develop on. Insanity AU is a thing that I've made with dustyisegg back in 2022 but discontinued it for 9 months due to [DATA EXPUNGED] and resumed it's development, by remaking the characters and their plot entirely. (Dusty if you see this tell me if you still want to work on this, yeah yeah I'm a huge procrastinator lawl 👾✨)

JToH, JToH, JToH projects - my dear and beloved JToH...(I've been in this Fandom for almost 3 years...more than I've been in the Doll Eye one, can you believe that?). Most of those projects will consist on simply designing new towerhumans, respectively redesigning the old ones. Along with that I have a comic project which I will start making it's script soon enough, other side projects that I have in my mind...and JToHVerse, which I don't know when it's that going to be started (earliest date will apparently be around 2025, but let's see how the comic project goes 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Putting some content in Toyhouse - a thing that I should worry about eventually ;v;

GET YOUR ARTFIGHT SPIRIT BACK PSYCHE 😩!!!

The last but not the least...To start developing at least one of my original storylines FOR FUCK'S SAKE 😂😂😂!!!!!! I've been waiting for this for years already hajshshdvbssb :')) I'm not sure which of them is going to come out tho. Definitely not PK though, that one will most likely get an extend to next year.

So...I guess that's it??

I'm going to assure you with two things before I finish. First of them is that, again I think, I'm fine. I'm not upset or anything. I had hard times like everyone else (maybe) this year and I had to left it out somehow. But in rest everything is alright, so don't worry about me. I will keep existing for you and for what I love ^v^.

The second thing that I will say is about this blog. Starting with January 1st, I do not allow anyone below the age of 15 to interact. I have an age now, and at this point I want to entertain people, not to babysit them. So don't get upset if you possibly get blocked, that would be one of the reasons (I hope to remember to unblock you after you get the age hhgjgjfjf 😅)

That's it guys! If you read til here, thank you very much for the attention and time spent on reading this. Hope everyone haves a wonderful 2024 and nice days! See ya around 💗💗💗!

[just-a-carrot]

Hi! I never use tumblr, but I wanted to get on my mostly untouched account and ask you something!

First off though, I want to say that I absolutely ADORE Our Wonderland and Our Fantastic Wonderland. I’m not a horror person, so I saw the game on itch.io for a long time before I was brave enough to try it, thinking it would just be a horror movie plot in the form of a visual novel. But I was so, so wrong, and so pleasantly surprised. I love all of it: the characters are so vibrant and feel so alive (except for when you know, they’re no longer with us and then R.I.P.), the way you don’t pull punches with the heavy topics you cover, the fact that you never know which choice will lead to a death but that you also are merciful and send us back to the last choice rather than giving us a game over (seriously, thank you for that), oh my gosh I could go on and on. The art style grew on me too and now I love it, plus I think it fits the game perfectly; I really like how you draw everyone so expressively.

I’m super excited for the final part to be released, but don’t push yourself too hard; we’re all happy to patiently wait. Being a solo dev is crazy difficult, and the high quality product you’ve released so far is simply fantastic. Plus you added a gallery, not one but TWO new modes (censored and streaming which must have been so much work), and other cool things WHILE ALSO creating the first half of Act 5??? Like how do you get so much done?

Anyways, I’m rambling, so I’ll get back on track. I saw in one of your answers to an ask (about if you’re okay with NSFW art of Our Wonderland) that you said you’re okay with people writing (among other things) about OW so long as they’re not using it in a hateful or bigoted way (I don’t remember the exact phrase you used, but I think that’s the gist of it).

So I wanted to ask, like are fanfictions okay? I have no intention to use them in a way that is demeaning to others, or hateful, or anything unkind. I just want to make some OW fan content to sustain me until the second half of Arc 5 is released, and hopefully share my love of OW and the characters with anyone who decides to read the fanfic(s).

I would definitely give you all the credit for Our Wonderland's characters, storyline, etc. While I'm usually a quiet person on the internet, I want to send anyone who may read the fanfics to the actual visual novels you've made. I would like to clarify that I don't really have an audience as I haven't posted my writing on any websites in a hot minute, but this story has absolutely entranced me. And I want to have more people to nerd out about this story with, so if i can get some more people on board the OW train, I'd be thrilled.

If you say no, I will respect your wishes as the creator and will not write or post any fanfiction!

If you are okay with it though, I’d be thrilled to share the title and website, etc I end up posting the fanfics on so you can read them if you so desire. Regardless of your decision, I will be thrilled to replay Our Wonderland and Our Fantastic Wonderland many times and I’m super stoked for the arrival of part two of Act 5!

(Sorry it's such a long message >.<)

Oh, my gosh, this is such a long (and lovely) message lakdjafld thank you so much for sending in a question! AND THANK YOU SO MUCH??? FOR THE WONDERFUL WORDS??? You're going to make me cry over here!! 🥺💦 I'm glad you decided to try it out despite your hesitations. I definitely know horror in general isn't for everyone LOL And this game definitely gets very intense at times in terms of horrificness LOL So that just makes me even happier that you still ended up enjoying it and the story ahhhhh,,,💦

"Like how do you get so much done?" -> LMAO HONESTLY I DON'T EVEN KNOW I didn't even decide to add all the new features and stuff until the last three or so weeks before the launch which,,, probably was not the best decision as the CG gallery especially ended up taking me hours and hours LOL However, I'm really glad to have gotten it done!! And I hope the new features will be helpful to people!

"So I wanted to ask, like are fanfictions okay?" -> Yeah, that's completely fine!! I am really fine with anything people want to create, just so long as exactly like you quoted above, that it's not for anything offensive or hateful/bigoted. (A-also not that I think anyone wouldn't do this, but I hope that people would honor the chars' sexualities/orientations lkadjfad 💦) I also ask that people don't tag me with anything NSFW as it makes me a bit uncomfortable and I don't want to interact with it (I don't mind people creating stuff like that so long as they're 18+, I just don't wanna interact with it personally dlakfjsdl) 😵‍💫💦 But just normal SFW stuff I have no problem with at all, whether it's writing/fics or art!! I think it's wonderful and lovely that you feel so inspired from my story that you would want to write something yourself! 🥺💕

Thank you so much again for your message! This was really sweet and brightened my day! 🥰

[from-the-clouds]

So I got on tumblr again just to tell some people who have blessed the world with some amazing writing how much I love their work. I finished Texas Sun a couple of weeks ago and haven't stopped thinking about it since. I've been struggling with reading the last couple of years (-and I'm generally quite picky-), but I couldn't stop.

I prefer fiction that leave things to the imagination. That being said, I'm also very curious about what happened to reader before she came to Jackson. Mostly because I would have wanted to stay in this story a little longer. I'm definitely drawing some conclusions, but english is not my first language, so I might be reading more into it than there is. I want to know but I don't want to know, you know? This is absolutely not a criticism, nor a suggestion that you write more, because it's perfect the way it is. I just want you to know this story has stayed with me, and I find myself thinking about often. I loved it.

hello thank you so much!! that's such a high compliment because i can be the same way when it comes to reading :)

and yeah! i purposely left her backstory vague. my thought was that since she was alone and without joel people wouldn't really want a bunch of chapters about what she went through. but i can elaborate a little more on what i imagined for her, even though there are still some things that are vague even in my own mind. (spoilers/more info after the cut)

tw: death of family members, miscarriage mention, general trauma & TLOU canon-typical content

maybe within the first 5-10 years of the outbreak, she was with her brother, and they were in pretty safe company and made it work for awhile. well, that had to end eventually and her brother got bit, and maybe it was reader who had to take him down. it was obviously very difficult for her, so after he died and she was alone with ethan, she was desperate to find someone to latch onto.

that's where bea comes in. i think with bea she maybe got mixed up into a group that was somewhat similar to david's. they were in a remote place living off the land and trying to make it work. i also liked the idea of it being a community primarily made up of women, with only a handful of men or children mixed in. but maybe there were some rules/traditions within the group that were a little cult-like which is why ethan sort of has issues with his experience there. but from reader's perspective, she ignored the red flags because she was trying to keep him safe and bea was a good support system.

i imagine that community crumbled or was overrun shortly before the 'post-outbreak' stuff starts in the story. she had lost bea, and her and ethan were ambling around looking for food/shelter before tommy finds them.

there were probably also periods where she and ethan were on their own, just trying to make things work. and i like to think she tried looking for joel here and there, but probably gave up on that after a few years. i think despite how much she loved him, she knew she couldn't abandon her family when she had no real leads or any idea if he was alive at all.

at one point i thought i might try to incorporate the idea that reader was actually pregnant at the beginning of the outbreak (with joel's baby) but lost it in pretty early stages due to stress/starvation. in my mind, that's why when joel says to her "you don't understand what it's like to lose your own child" she had such a reaction. but i never wanted to confirm it either way because there was a part of me that felt like that was too tragic and not entirely necessary.

but yeah! i hope that helps fill in the gaps a little and give you a better idea of what she went through.