#idk i think none of these are region locked? but saying this just in case

[nexo-nex]

Life is Strange miis 's QR codes if anyone wants to have them on their game teehee

Chloe is a boy mii cause that way she can date female miis, (thats the only way to make lgbt miis unfortunately)

@etonisamess since u asked for Kate's code 😁

[meichenxi]

*rant commencing*

ok guys let’s sit down and have a think about the way we talk to kids, particularly neurodivergent ones, and the weight it carries

the other day, I opened up to a friend about something really hurtful my best (and only) friend said to me when I was fifteen. It was a moment of emotional intimacy and the first time I had brought it up seven years later and, once again, I got laughed at and told I was too fucking sensitive

and ok maybe yeah I was a ridiculous child. I’m a ridiculous adult, that shouldn’t be surprising. But this hurt and hurt and hurt and I was trying to think about why this in particular and not anything else was so painful

so here’s the situation. at fifteen, like many smart kids, everyone thought the world was open to me. Ok I had no social skills to speak of and was ostracised by teachers and students and family, but I was an optimistic kid, and in a disaster of a home situation (involving kidnappings and court cases and running away and being out of school for a year and a brother starting drugs at 12 and living in a shelter and basically just a LOT) I was always the smiley helpful one. and apart from being defeated by very simple mechanisms like idk drawers or biscuit packets, I picked things up quickly. I took GCSEs early and extra and tutored others; I was a regional competitive swimmer in breaststroke and open water; I taught myself the flute and got into an international touring youth orchestra without lessons; I won a poetry competition for adults in primary school; I played competitive netball and was a long distance runner; I drew and sold my art; I wrote shitty novels and started making conlangs and was interviewed on bbc world about it; I loved performing and was invited to join a theatre company when I left school; and my biggest passion in the entire world apart from Tolkien was martial arts. And the best thing was for my parents - one of whom was disabled and didn’t work and the other who was a cleaner - is that I worked two paper rounds and tutored younger children and earned all of the money for it myself. blah blah blah. I was your mum’s friend’s kid. 

well, I’m a disaster adult, so you can probably guess that none of that lasted for very long. and there are gazillions of people here with exactly the same story. 

the point in question, though, was when I was fifteen and thinking about sixth form (the last two years of school in the UK) it was becoming clear alarmingly fast that you weren’t allowed to just keep doing everything you loved. at some point you had to make a choice. 

but how could I give up swimming for music? Or music for languages? Or languages for athletics? Or athletics for theatre? or, actually, all of them but one???? how did people just know what they had to do with their lives? how did they choose? 

the problem was, I said to my friend, I know I could do well at any of them, so how was I supposed to choose? (tactless and a stupid thing to say and also just not true but I was fifteen and simultaneously disgustingly cocky and cripplingly insecure) And he laughed and said, well, fuck you then. 

oh noooo. poor meeeeeee. I’m so fucking good at things what do I dooooo

I haven’t stopped thinking about that comment for seven years. Every single time I think about wasting my potential, every time I can’t sleep because I’m terrified that I’m not being productive or useful and hating myself because I’m upset that I can’t do something right away and I know it’s a stupid thing to be upset about - I think about that comment. I’m lucky. It’s alright for some. 

because, actually, being expected to know what to do with your life aged 15 is a fucking terrifying thing. we were kids at fifteen being told to make decisions as if we had all the facts, as if we weren’t also being blindfolded and spun around in circles until we couldn’t stand. Do you do what your parents say? what you think you want to do? what your teachers say? do you just stay in education even though it’s not for you because your dream is stupid, or because you don’t have a dream like everyone else seems to? are you supposed to have a dream?

*it’s NOT a stupid thing to worry about*

particularly when? well, when your entire self worth equates to the things that you output, the things that you do. so just for a moment, put yourself in the shoes of all of these wonderful, dazzling, damaged, crazy kids with big dreams and big hearts, kids that are struggling right now and kids that are our future, and imagine that you’ve been told since you were old enough to read or speak or walk that you’re just so very clever

isn’t it just wonderful how clever you are? isn’t it just great how we never need to worry about you? you’re such an easy child, it’s a blessing. always so considerate, so thoughtful, never making a fuss! isn’t it just fantastic how well you do in school? I can’t imagine what it must be like to have a child who went to all of those nasty parties. you’re so dedicated

raise your hand if you were only ever told you were good. raise your hand if you were never told you were kind. 

so, what happens? you take a child, and you tell them for its entire childhood that they’re clever. You don’t tell them that they’re creative, or hard-working, or dedicated, or driven, or helpful. You let them know that it’s ok that they’re weird, because they’re going to be successful. what do you think parents say to their kid who’s crying because she has no friends and she doesn’t understand what the other children are thinking and why they would hurt each other like that? even good parents, the very best of them, say things like: you’re just more mature than they are. it doesn’t matter. keep your head down - you’ll show them. 

your child, in the best case scenario, has access to her hyperfixation that makes the world big and bright and beautiful. she’s a bit weird, but it’s kind of cute. anyway, she’s good at it. and as long as she succeeds, conventionally, and you get to brag, then it’s ok that she’s a little bit unconventional.

and then things to break, just a little. and then, aged eleven, your child is having an asthma attack in the classroom because she got so anxious she couldn’t answer a maths question she couldn’t breathe. it’s ok, her parents tell her the next day. you’re just not good at maths - that’s alright. you don’t have to be good at everything

your child, because she’s perceptive, begins to realise that things don’t get better as you get older. people are just as cruel at 12 as they are at 7, and they’ll be just as cruel at 15. and then one day, as a bad joke because she doesn’t really understand humour, she writes a fake text to her dad from someone’s phone in legalese that actually has a secret code hidden it in that she knows her dad will crack right away because he’s brilliant. she thinks it’s hilarious. her father thinks he is being threatened, and spends the next week in meltdown, bedridden and burnt-out. and when she owns up, he turns and snaps at her, and says as if you could write something like that. an ADULT wrote this, not a fucking child

and suddenly, that cleverness they kept talking about? they don’t even understand that. 

suddenly, no one sees her at all. 

she needs to learn to be like the other kids. to be like a fucking child. and while she’s learning, she doesn’t speak for a year

that happened to me, but take your pick - I’m sure you don’t have to look far to find examples of your own. 

My point is this: if you tell a child for their entire life that the only thing that is worthy of being loved is what they achieve, if every time they do something they love you tell them oh, you could be a famous writer! you’re so talented! rather than saying that you loved listening to their story, if you only praise them when they’re good and quiet and convenient and tell them that as long as they succeed, it doesn’t matter if they don’t have friends or if they’re miserable, and THEN you tell them to choose ONE THING and drop 90% of everything that makes them who they are - 

what the hell did you THINK was going to happen??

because here’s the first thing. for many kids, whether that’s because of neurodivergence or age maturity or whatever, hyper fixations and hobbies aren’t just things they like to do. THEY ARE LIFELINES. they’re the things these kids go to when they’re hurt, angry, upset, because they make sense. for many kids, especially but not always girls, they are able to camouflage themselves and mask tendencies of neurodivergence because they’re ‘good students’. at a family gathering once, my mum, so frustrated at my inability and lack of desire to talk to any members of my extended family, snatched my German grammar book and locked it in the boot of the car. knowing that I escape and read it in the toilet was the only thing keeping me going, exhausted and stressed and overwhelmed. I vomited on the grass.

and here’s the second thing. you tell us from an early age that they only way we’ll ever be acceptable to the rest of society is if we succeed. autistic kids are fine, as long as they’re international maths olympiad champions. adhd kids are fine, as long as they’re famous athletes. if you’re obsessed with musicals that’s ok, as long as that obsession leads to a well-paying job as a successful writer on Broadway. 

and then you tell us that we only have one chance at that success? and this decision determines the rest of our lives? and that we had so much potential when we were kids, and we better not waste it now? that not everyone is so lucky to be able to choose between so many things?? 

because being asked to choose between these things isn’t being asked to choose a hobby. when the only way anyone else defines you positively is by your success in one area, that becomes your entire identity. 

so no, we’re not being too sensitive when you ask us to pick and choose what career, or what hobby to take forward. you’re not asking about hobbies. you’re asking us to choose what kind of person we want to be. you’re asking us to choose the most impactful way we can give back to the world, because we can’t waste those god-given talents. you’re asking us to figure out, still a child and hopelessly lost, what our purpose on this planet is. and you’re looking at us as if the ways that we survived all of these years, the things we clung to for comfort, are things we can just cast aside without further thought

ask me now, and I’ll tell you that’s not the way things work. we have second chances and third ones and tenth ones, we can be different things to different people and we can do different things at different parts in our lives, and be successful in different areas. life isn’t a fucking flowchart. and I’m still trying to come to terms with all the things I could have been, and my freak-outs about ‘wasted potential’ are so clockwork I could plan my calendar around them, but I’m beginning to understand that life doesn’t end when you’re twenty, or when you haven’t written a best-seller by eighteen. you have time.   

but at fifteen? at fifteen, that question broke me. 

do you know what you can do instead? you can show a little thoughtfulness. you can be kinder, and lead by example, and praise your kids when they’re kind too. when your son runs to you and shows you what you think is a better picture than you - a stick figure artisan, if you say so yourself - could ever create, you can actually just say you really like it. you can ask him if that’s him and daddy and the dog on a cloud. describe the picture back to him, and engage with this thing he’s made from his imagination - tell him the clouds he’s drawn are so big and fluffy and white, and ask if there are giant spiders living there. you know how to shut a child up? tell them yes dear, it’s wonderful. don’t be that person. promote your kid’s creativity - ask questions, have fun, play with this thing they’ve made - and not destroy it

when your daughter comes to you and shows you a song she’s written, don’t tell her she’s so talented or that she could be a musician one day. just sing along. ask her why she wrote it, and what she was thinking of when she did. ask her if she could make it different for two people singing it at the same time. 

and if your child just really, really loves maths? let them do maths. it’s ok if their interests are stereotypical - as long as they love it and it’s fun, supporting them is wonderful. the best present my father ever got me was five hours of tutoring - an introduction to linguistics!! - when I turned twelve, starting on my birthday at 8am. I had never felt so understood and so loved. 

as much as these simple things can destroy someone’s life, can stop them talking for a year, you have the chance to be that one voice of kindness that is a friend where a young person needs it most. 

for me, this was the Bus Lady. I never knew her first name because I forgot immediately and was too embarrassed to ask again, but we got the bus together for two years right before I applied to university - she was a trainee teacher at my school. she saw that I missed tutor group and sat in the corridor every morning writing, and that I ran laps for an hour every lunchtime instead of sitting alone. but she came and sat with me one morning and asked what I was doing; I was developing a new shorthand and told her so warily. 

she didn’t raise her eyebrows or say wow, that’s...that’s amazing. instead she frowned and looked at me skeptically and said ‘But why would you do that? There are plenty of functional shorthands out there - what does your shorthand have that they don’t? Tell me about it.’

I had no idea what to say

this was the first time anyone had actually ENGAGED in any capacity with what I was doing. and just like that, just by treating me seriously and asking valid questions and pointing out inconsistencies, I was a person who happened to have an idea that was in some serious need of questioning, and not a freak

there’s no way she remembers that interaction; she’s been a teacher now for year and probably doesn’t even remember who I am. But I had been this close to not going to university, to not bothering, and she made me stop, and wait a moment

she will never know the difference that that conversation and two months of kindness on the bus from a stranger made in my life. 

so let’s be kind to each other, please. let’s be forgiving. let’s challenge each other and let’s engage with kids with special interests and listen to them talk. and so to any educators or teachers or parents or even other kids, I want to say - let’s treat our words seriously and with respect, like we treat our children, because they have immense capacity to hurt, because they can be used for good. 

to any other fifteen year olds in a similar position, I just want to say: none of us here on tumblr have properly sorted our lives out, but I promise you it does get so much better.

you’re not too sensitive. you’re not a freak. you’re not only acceptable because you succeed. I know if you’re masking you feel you have to and it’s for survival, and I’m sorry, because you shouldn’t have to. and you should never, never have to think that you ‘have it good’ or that you’re lucky and are not allowed to hurt. there’s always some one who has it worse, and you can’t stop beat yourself up about that. fuck anyone who tells you otherwise. if you have gone through trauma, if you have unhealthy coping mechanisms, if you are depressed or anxious or otherwise mentally ill and some of it stems from this, I am so very very sorry. but you will be ok, even if you can’t write for a couple of years, or even if things change. you’ll get there. speaking as someone who is now writing for the first time in six years, drawing for the first time in longer, it’s scary and new and weird, but you will come out the other side. 

and you do work hard. and you are creative. and you are loved. and you are so very, very kind.

*rant over*

[5hining-aus]

For the WIP game, here are a few words (you don’t have to chose any or all of them): Best Ghost Eye Choice Huh Can Pokémon (submitted by my 7 year old-lol 😂)

Thank you for sending words in❤️ This got a bit long, so I decided to put it under a cut

Best

“Jonghyun, Jinki, I understand your reservations, believe me I do, but I truly believe that this is the best course of action right now.”

“Don’t speak to anybody, nobody here knows who we are and it will be best to keep it that way,”

None for Ghost 

Eye

Before anybody could say anything more, Key’s eyes darted past J/P/N and landed on you, causing his entire demeanor to soften.

What’s going on? Where am I? Who’s talking? Why do my eyes feel so heavy?

You couldn’t even open your eyes, let alone ask coherent questions, answers could wait.

His hair was in disarray, his clothes were disheveled, and his eyes appeared red-rimmed and puffy.

Maybe I’ll just rest my eyes for a second, I’m sure that will help.

Your eyes started to slowly drift closed.

“Y/N, don’t close your eyes!"

You shifted your gaze over to Jonghyun and Minho, subtly getting their attention before darting your eyes and nodding towards the King, and then towards the barrier.

Kibum looked away from where he was fending off Jonghyun and Minho to meet your eyes.

The only parts of his body that were moving were his eyes, which were darting around frantically and seemed to be holding a plethora of different emotions.

“Y/N, do you want me?” Kibum asked, his chest heaving and eyes wild with desire.

You had to tear your eyes away from his, lest he see how reluctant your words were.

You looked him directly in the eyes as you spoke.

“That the eyes on all of these portraits seem to follow you wherever you go in this hall? Because I know, it’s unnerving, isn't it?”

“Please, Y/N, close your eyes.”

Ultimately, you were victorious, though you almost instantly regretted putting his hood down since, mere moments after doing so, an older woman who had been sitting near the two of you became wide-eyed and developed a shocked look on her face.

“I am only going to say this once so listen and listen well,” Jonghyun stated, his voice steely and his eyes fiery.

“I am most definitely thinking about slitting someone's throat right now, but I assure you it isn’t hers,” Key stated, locking eyes with Jonghyun, who visibly bristled.

Choice

So, with really no other choice, you began dashing in the opposite direction.

Before you could begin to defend your fashion choices, a new voice cut in.

No, but what other choice is there?

Huh

“Moving in with Jonghyun must’ve come with a bit of a shock then, huh,”

Huh?

Can (I also included "can't" and "cannot" because why not)

“You know, Y/N? I’m really glad we were able to do this. I don’t have many other girl friends I can hang out with.”

“Is there any way you two can bring this inside? My neighbours are starting to stare,”

The room was silent once more but, luckily, it was less of an “I want to murder you” silence and more of a “there’s nothing else I can think of to say right now” silence.

“I can think of worse ways to reunite. Besides, I was looking for you.”

“Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me?”

“Y/N, if you don’t want this then just say the word and I’ll leave. We can pretend like this never happened.”

“What do you think, Jinki? We can’t just leave her here.”

“You’re right,” one of the strange voices began. “We can’t just leave her here, we’ll take her back to camp where it’s safe and we’ll figure out what to do from there.”

“Dahee, he’s my cousin’s widower. I can’t...” (MIGHT TRY TO REWORD THIS, IDK)

I can’t risk conjuring a light, not if there’s still a chance I’m being followed.

Now focus. I can’t make any mistakes. Don’t want to hurt him

“Stay with me for a bit longer, we can rejoin the world later.”

“The horses need to rest, Key. They can’t keep going forever. I’m sure this town has an inn, we can spend the night there and continue on once the sun rises.”

“Joke all you want, but I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for Y/N. She’s done things for me that I can only dream of repaying her for. Perhaps she’ll do the same for you. I just hope you deserve it if she does.”

“As the Captain of your Guard, I cannot agree to this in good conscience. And as your friend, I beg you to reconsider.”

“Key, I cannot and will not be held accountable for Jonghyun’s actions towards you if provoked.”

“I will see what I can do,”

At this point, I’ll take what I can get. Please don’t let this be a mistake.

So, not to alarm you, but I think your child may be a mind reader or something, because I've literally had the beginnings of a Pokémon AU sitting in my WIP folder since November and I just haven't been able to figure out what to do with it. The AU's in point form, but I figured I'd include it here anywayPokémon

Hmm, I think he’d be some sort of a Pokémon Doctor

Blissey - Jinki’s first Pokémon. He raised her from an Egg and now she assists him with his Doctor duties

I see him as a Pokémon Breeder, raising and caring for Pokemon so they can be the very best

He’s cared for a lot of Pokémon over the years, but his constant companions are:

Charizard - His starter, the first Pokémon Jonghyun ever raised

I think Kibu could be a very good Pokémon Stylist

Most of Key’s Pokémon live as pets. Needless to say, his house is quite full:

Furfrou x2 (Comme Des and Garcons) - His two main Pokémon and, in the case of Comme Des, his first Pokémon.

I see him as a Pokémon Trainer who retired after winning his region’s League Championship

Hmm, I think he’d be a Pokémon Coordinator

Furfrou x2 (Adam and Eve) - These two have been with Taemin the longest out of any of his Pokémon.

[uglypastels]

CONGRATS ON 1.1K BBY YOU DESERVE IT SO SO MUCH!!! could I have a ✏ I really love to write and a title is "how to be your own hero" idk thank you so much have a great day!!! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜💗

Aawww thank you so much!  💙💜💗❤🧡💛💚 

Okay, so I have to admit, this title was a pretty hard one. After a long time of thinking I came up with an idea and I hope you like it. Sorry if it isn’t what you expected/wanted. 

It also turned out more like a “medium” story than a “short” story, but yeah… here it goes. 

How To Be Your Own Hero // Peter Parker

“Whatcha doing there?” Peter asked, sliding into the seat next to (Y/N). Startled at the sudden presences next to her, she jumped up, closed her notebook quickly. She must have realized soon that it was, in fact, Peter who sat down next to her, because her shoulders lost the tension and she smiled.

“Oh, uhm, nothing. Just writing.”

“New or old story?” Peter leaned on his arm as he talked.

“New.” She said, opening her notebook again, writing down a sentence and closing it again. She did that often, Peter had noticed. She always walked around with the notebook in reach so anytime inspiration hit, she would be able to write it down as quickly as she could.

“Cool. Will I get to read this one?”

“Absolutely not.” She scoffed, putting the notebook away in her bag. Peter was a bit surprised by that. She almost never put it away. And if she did, it was into her pocket. Never so far into a backpack that she couldn’t reach it in two seconds if needed.

“Seriously, when are you gonna let me read something? You are like, so good.”

“Wow, thanks.” She gave him a tight smile. One that Peter wasn’t sure of if it was genuine. No matter the answer, he decided to ignore it.

“Can you at least tell me what you’re writing about?”

“If I tell you, I would have to kill you,” she said in a stone cold tone, causing Peter to laugh. That, however, faded when he realized she wasn’t joining him. She looked straight into his eyes for a good five seconds, before giggling. “That was a joke, Parker. You’re a loser, you know that?”

“Pretty much.” he shrugged with his shoulders. Then, the bell rang, motioning the rise of all the students at Midtown High from their lunch tables and the big march to classes followed. Peter and (Y/N) repeated the actions of everyone else in the cafeteria. During their walk to class, Peter kept on nudging her and tried to get something out of her. Did she find it annoying? Probably. But he was too stubborn to care at the moment.

“C’mon, (Y/N),” they sat down at the desks next to each other. “I don’t get it why you won’t let me read anything. I can read the stuff you write for school, so why not this?”

“You already answered your own question, Parker.” She said casually as she started to get the things out of her bag, including her little purple notebook. “That’s for school, so people will read that anyway. This,” she ticked on the cover of her notebook, “is mine and I would like to keep it that way.”

“Right, sorry,” Peter leaned back in his seat and their conversation ended as the teacher started the class.

________________________________________

A few more hours passed and it was finally the end of the day for everyone… except for the decathlon team. They were seated in the library, everyone around one big table, making notes and looking through at least a hundred different books to prepare themselves for the upcoming regionals.

It was quiet. Like most of the times when they had their meetups in the library. Everybody would work on what they were assigned, mostly keeping to their own business. Sometimes they would have little breaks from the silence, just to ask questions about things they didn’t understand. In the end, they would go around the table and share with the group with the progress that they had made.

Usually, Peter had no trouble with this format of working. He worked best alone. But today, he couldn’t concentrate on a single word in any book he tried to read. His eyes kept finding their way over to (Y/N), who was sitting right next to him.

Unlike him, she was actually doing what had been asked of her, researching as much as she could about… Peter couldn’t remember what she was assigned to do. Neither could he remember what he was asked to.

Every now and then, she would stop reading and something down. Sometimes it were notes about the text, sometimes it was in her own mystery notebook. Peter tried to catch a glimpse at what she was writing. He didn’t even know why he wanted to read her writing so badly. It was probably the fact that she didn’t let him that made him so curious. He also just wanted to know what it was that his friend did every minute of every day.

He didn’t even realize he was staring until it was too late. His eyes were transfixed in a dazed state on her hands as she scribbled down words. Suddenly her hand stopped moving, but Peter’s eyes were still locked on the pen she was holding. He was completely zoned out. A cough brought him back.

“What are you doing?” It was (Y/N). Peter looked up at her face. His eyes dry from not blinking too long. She raised an eyebrow at him and Peter felt his cheeks heat up.

“Uuh, sorry,’ he scratched the back of his neck. He looked away, too embarrassed to look at her now.

“You zoned out back there.” then she laughed a little. “Anything on your mind?”

“What? No… kind of the opposite.” He admitted. It was true, his mind was blanking and it annoyed him.

“Hmm, I see.” She gave him this kind of look that made Peter shiver. Her bright eyes seemed to go right through him. Her mouth opened to say something else, but MJ chimed in. “I’m gonna go find some more books. Anyone care to help?” She looked around the table.

“Yeah, I’ll come with you. I need to go and find something about Francis Crick, anyway.” (Y/N) smiled and the two girls went off, disappearing behind some bookshelves. Peter had followed them with his eyes until he couldn’t see the last rogue curl from MJ’s ponytail. His eyes fell back to his stack of open books, already getting slightly overwhelmed by all the information he had to cram into his head. After one attempt at trying to read a paragraph, he gave up, leaned back in his chair and sighed.

He looked around at the rest of the team, nobody was paying attention to him, too busy reading and writing. Then his eye caught a glimpse of (Y/N)’s part of the table. It was much neater than his own or anyone else’s for that matter. All the books she had used were stacked in a small pile. Her notes were color-coded and written in a perfect handwriting. It was an organizers dream. But it was not what caught Peter’s attention.

There, next to her notes, under her pencil case, lay the purple notebook. The edges of the pages were uneven from water damage and it’s frequent use.

Peter had to keep in any urge to grab it and read what was written inside. This was probably the only chance he had to ever do it. But it was wrong, (Y/N) didn’t want him to read it and she probably had a good reason for it too. It was really none of his business what was in that notebook. Then again, that never stopped him doing stupid things before.

Very casually, he leaned forward to pick up the pencil case and slide the notebook towards him. He probably didn’t have much time before (Y/N) and MJ would come back from their library book haul. He opened the notebook on a random page in the middle and quickly scanned the words, not reading it thoroughly, just enough to understand whatever the story was.

But he didn’t even need to read that much to understand what he was reading. He knew this story already. He had lived it himself. He was reading about last weeks Chemistry class. A collective groan escaped the whole class as Mr. Cobwell announced a surprise test for today’s class.

Peter remembered that. He browsed through the pages, just glimpsing at different parts of the texts. He stopped when he caught a glimpse of his own name. He went back to the page he saw it on and started reading. Peter just sat there, not listening to the people around him talk. Too consumed with his own thoughts. Though his body wasn’t showing it, his dark mahogany eyes filled, yet still sparkling, with concern and confusion.

There was no dare around the text, so he had no idea when (Y/N) wrote this. Before he could get a proper look at the rest of the writing, he heard footsteps. His senses told him it was (Y/N) and MJ coming back to the table. (Y/N)’s happy laugh confirmed it completely. Without thinking he closed the notebook and slid it back to (Y/N)’s spot at the table. This was not a smart idea, as the action caused all of her things to move around and the notebook was still far away from its original placement.

The two girls came back, both laughing at something. Peter looked down at a book in front of him (he didn’t even know which one) hiding his face from them with his arm. He didn’t look up when they came around to the table; he didn’t look up when (Y/N) walked back to her seat next to him and he definitely did not look up from his textbook when she froze in her spot, looking down at her things. It was obvious she knew what happened.

Fortunately, she didn’t call Peter out in front of everyone. Instead, she sat down, re-organizing everything around her. He could feel her eyes on him. Oh, she definitely knew it was him.

For the rest of the hour, Peter didn’t dare to look away from his book. Too scared of what would happen if he accidentally found his gaze wander off to (Y/N) again.

“Okay, I think we’re done for today.” MJ closed a book in front of her nose. Peter cringed at the loud sound. Everyone around him started to clean up their things. Peter did it extremely slow, hoping that in the end, he would be the last one to leave the library. That way he could maybe avoid walking back home with (Y/N). The possible confrontation was giving him all the anxiety he did not need right now.

“Peter, you coming?” his head shot up from his pen. He had been holding it for a few seconds, not really sure what to do with it. In front of him stood Ned and MJ, waiting for an answer. Peter glanced to his side, where he was greeted with an empty seat. (Y/N) had already left, but he still wasn’t feeling like he wanted to leave the library.

“No, you guys go without me. I still have some homework to do.” his two friends nodded and walked away, waving and saying their byes before walking through the heavy doors of the library. Peter sighed. He didn’t have any homework to do, but he couldn’t leave now. That would just raise eyebrows.

He was browsing through some random books around the table when the hair on the back of his neck raised. There was somebody behind him. Or at least near him. Before he got to turn around, he could also hear them… no, her. “Oh, everyone left, I see.” It was (Y/N). Peter cursed under his breath. Of course, it was her. Still not daring to look at her, he mumbled: “Yeah. I thought you had left too.”

“No, I was just bringing some books back.” She sat down next to him. Peter didn’t understand why she had to sit back in her old spot if all the other seats were now free too. But then, as she was going through her notes again, she said it. “So, you’ve read my notebook, huh?” It made sense now.

He was caught and had no way to run. It was pointless to deny it. He closed the book that was laying in front of him and turned to look at her. She was still reading her notes. Highlighting a few loose words every now and then.

“I did. Look, (Y/N), I’m sorry. You told me not to do it and I was a selfish idiot and did it anyway-”

“It’s okay.” the words surprised Peter. He looked at his friend with wide eyes.

“W-what? You’re not mad?”

“No, not mad. A bit disappointed, but not mad.” The words made her sound like forty-year-old soccer mom talking to her children. “I mean, it sucks that you read it behind my back without asking, but hey, it happened so let’s not get out panties in a twist.” Peter was stunned. He couldn’t believe it that she wasn’t angry at him. Saying sorry once definitely didn’t feel like doing enough… so he said it again. “I’m really sorry.”

“Peter, it’s fine. Honestly, I wanted you to read it, but-” she stopped mid-sentence, her cheeks flushed a pastel pink, “I was just kind of embarrassed, seeing that I write about us.”

“About us?”  

“Urgh, I mean, about everyone. School, classes, decathlon, lunch breaks.” Her cheeks turned even redder. Peter started to feel embarrassed he misinterpreted her first words. Of course, she had meant it like that. They were just friends.

“Right, yeah. I knew that.” he tried to play it off cooler than he actually was. He had the feeling that his own face was heating up like hers. As embarrassed as he was, he was still curious: “Do you mind me asking, why do you write about us? I mean, you can come up with so many original stories, why high school?” She thought for a second before answering Peter’s question.

“People are always envious of the heroes they read about in stories, so I thought, why not just become your own hero?” she looked down, her finger tracing the doodles on the cover of her notebook that has collected there over the weeks. “It’s kind of stupid.”

“No, it’s pretty cool.” Tom assured her, “and it’s probably also a good way to practice writing, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Her smile came back.

“Besides, I’m flattered that you think my dark mahogany eyes are sparkling.” with a little smirk, he fluttered his eyelashes mockingly at her.

“Oh, shut up,” she nudged him in the ribs, still laughing.

“Hey, it’s your words, not mine.”

The End 

> my follower celebration

> masterlist

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

William/Mark was ostracized the other night

Thats why the news about the non-rapes occurred in Oklahoma news because it was regionally broadcast that it occurred in 1999 by qE2

Before a longer story; I just want to say we understand. And no one blames you nor harbors ill will towards your prior belief of understanding.

I just hope you understand the truth and you welcome him in your community as he wishes to be. I further wish you understand he's a true hero and none of this would happened without him. But if youd like to treat him as a normal person no different than you, then thats great. It is what we prefer most because we want everyone to be treated like kings and queens.

He is my true soulmate and he has had to hide that from me and all that hoopla.

I and a previously legless Abu burned down the eQ2 Okmulgee & Oklahoma buildings she owned while he was in jail over a stolen bike that he did not steal.

Jennifer Landsberry had a clone as did William.

Like he's some planet needle like grass needs to grow on.

eQ2 was not quite able to perfect chest hair back then. It was always like a porcupine. She also didn't know how to not make it grow on clones. She could get the scientists to pick out the eggs without for humans but could never do clones.

Clones come from the prostate and sperm for men and for women, where girls wetness comes from and her ovaries. That's all I'll say. Because she did some crazy after that. And that's way too much information even if no one says they're gonna do that... Its been happening since the 70s but i figured it out in 1984 and 1986 then some one listened in 1994.

So Mark William knew he had a twin But not a clone... Nor did anyone know Jen was a clone. But she was. Then a Stephanie clone kept messing me up and kept me and Mark William apart for enough time for the qE2 to realize she could do more in her plans.

The whole William clone was a mess... He would beat Jen up and she would call me and he would hit her in front of me.

And a whole lot of shit.

And since my real man was in jail and the clones would constantly lie and covet for the qE2... I was lost. And so was all of Okmulgee.

So I came out here to New Mexico. And for the last 19 years I've lived like any lost Okmulgee person. In misery and Hell. Poverty and sadness. Alone but not lonely.

So, i understand believing lies. I wrote William only when I was getting married and pregnant but not after, just 2 baby pictures. Because then i got legally married.

Once after my divorce and told him not to write me if he wanted anything more than pen pals. So he did not respond.

In the last letter i wrote him how escaping jail (with his clone that was arrested for arson) was his choice but how all the cops knew Jen did drops and how the clone had a cell phone and called Jen everyday. And so in legal belief a jury of 10 would 100% decide without discussing that he should be set free. So he should demand a better prison and early release but not parole nor probation. Just release, by the time he was 30 or 40, his choice.

Look at that baby face. He was just a little lamb when they locked him in.

So I did check about 2 years later and he did indeed make two moves and was at a low security prison in 2014.

Alexis Dejoria and William LeGrande began exchanging emails in 2016.

She and Kim Kardashian got him permanently released this summer by paying cash for his release. Which then he turned around and demanded 2x the amount from qE2 and he paid them back exactly what they paid the queen.

He had to promise not to approach me until she was dead. Because i don't approach people or talk to people in like stores unless i see they need help making a purchase or reaching something. Then i offer advise if I know the topic or my arms if i can reach.

And I certainly wouldn't approached him not being aware of clones.

I only found out he was released 6 days ago but i have seen him all in my neighborhood walking around sucking on a lollipop.

Which made me always think "one of us is a sucker but Idk which one of us" because im so used to people following me for different reasons, rapists not wanting to get caught and hiring people to intimidate me, undercover law enforcement, hired hitmen, qE2 I know now, Abus, and all kinds. So I knew he was a follow but how or why i Didn't take my time on.

I would more focus on the times I saw them. I thought that was more important than as to why.

Eventually someone would try to kill me to my face or wouldn't. And if law enforcement did their job, i wouldn't even notice.

So that's why i would count so i could find out how they bypassed security to Kill me to my face. Just in case they did get that far.

So there's a whole ton of his clones under the bunker at my Uncle's. All ready to rip people apart at any time. Of course they're good clones so they have Armageddon protection on top of the qE2 so even Fire don't bother them.

His twin always has a yoyo. And William has always carried an old old yoyo string in his pocket. Until Declan lit it on fire (to prove he was human) after doing karate moves on it. In 2008.

He was fucking lit crazy trying to get the string while JJJR held him back with Matt's help. And I thought it was hilariously funny.

So Declans sub father bought a whole yoyo for William to get the string out of. And Declan made a string ring and bracelet for him.

And he was pleased but was not happy his string was murdered and burnt. So i held his hand although he tried to take it away like i allowed his string to be and I explained "I know how that was the link to your only family" and he wanted to prove his point in loud breath "now now you've proved your point you won't even give me your hand" he slid his hand closer to me but looked away pouty "or even look at me" he slid his eyeball to the corner "now thats better." He wiggled his fingers of his hand i didn't touch "oh now you want me to hold it?!?!" He nodded so I held his fingers "I know how that wa the only link to your family" and he yanked away his hand and turned away to pout. Then sighed and reached deep into his other pocket

"I had two! One for me and one for him!"

"Oh forget it! Now my speech is ruined!"

"Uh no! Im not! Give me the other yoyo!" Said Declan "the other yoyo! I need it! So you can match don't worry about it"

"But I needed two to prove it was -- wait finish your story i bet it was magic..."

"What? Oh. Well Declan burned it for proof you're not a clone, you know after he... Killed it... And So what I was going to continue to say. Honey are you even listening?"

"Shh" he told Declan "let her finish"

"I can't. I need to see little Declans face when i finish, now that you mention it."

"No You don't! I'll be fine!!!"

"Then you'll need a tissue I'll be right back" Declan always turns so no one sees him crying. Just like I do

"Okay as i was saying. Now you have a new family. With us and with--"

His mouth dropped open and he jumped up and ran from where he moved to let Declan size the jewelry to where I stood after dropping his tissue for him on his back like a half sash like George of the Jungle

"I knew it!! I knew it!! That's what he was just saying too!! He said Annie had told him when they were in the room. He wanted to know why you were laughing and why you were happy when he did something bad thats why he made the ring for me! Why do you look so ... Do you want to finish?!? Here measure me!"

"Dec..lan!"

"Oh thank God. I needed that. Wait. I got snot"

"Why do you look so... What? Is it shock??"

"Uh huh" i sunk into the couch and began to cry droplets of tears like rain

"Honey! What's wrong?!"

"Nothing! Every thing is just perfect!!"

Declan gasped and jumped up from his squatted position and gsve me a hug and kiss on the cheek "thanks. I needed that!"

.... See i had been dealing with clones for a few years and a bunch of Declans dad's clones and twins so I was used to people looking familiar. He told me his name was Mark. So I didn't ever realize I was talking to William LeGrande.

He went by Mark because they did like CIA codes to escape. You didn't want to miss your "mark" in their Harriet Tubman land.

And he didn't sleep in my bed.

But I felt more comfortable with him than I did with anyone in my life. Only a bit more than my daughter. Tiny almost unnoticeable amount.

*Declan's soulmate was murdered by an evil clone for punishment for being independent. So Declan's independent ass told me. So I told him i would give him a soulmate because we were both similar thinkers. When he asked. So William got a free pass out and a "regrowth" which they used an injection for. And we made my kid. But inwas drugged then on Xanax so.

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Let’s fucking talk about Sonic character design

because it’s 2:30am and I just saw a video about it that only talked about his actual design for like 2 minutes and spent the whole rest of the video talking about the video creator’s own feelings on the sonic franchise

i mean he didn’t hate sonic but he was still weirdly patronising about it so let’s fuckin go

Like I said it’s 2:30am go get your own visual aide SO let’s start out with classic sonic.

First thing’s first- he’s made almost entirely out of spheres and noodles, besides his quills. Besides the fact that he’s supposed to curl up into a ball and thus needs to be made of round shapes, the noodle limbs also mean that he has a full range of motion because the actual joint on the limb isn’t static, necessarily.

You can kinda see it in some of his sprites- sometimes his arm bends at a hard elbow and sometimes it’s like a pool noodle just kinda curving around. This is more important than it fuckin sounds- Sonic is an athletic character. Especially in modern cutscenes, he does stuff like pushups and stretches and needs to spend a lot of time running around so of course his limbs need to be extremely flexible even though his body (at the classic stage in the design) is pretty dumpy and inflexible.

Also note the colors of him. Besides his belly and colored mouth area being the closest connection he has to being an actual hedgehog beside being a pointy boy, the colored mouth also highlights that section of the head and separates it from the rest of it in a clean way which makes the fact that his head is Literally A Fucking Sphere less obvious and makes his little sidemouth more noticable which is important because it’s small and black lines don’t stick out much on blue.

Oh and his weird mono-eye seems off at first but between the blue majority of the head, the mouth region, and the white eyes, it divides his head into three little regions that all ALSO seem to merge into eachother because none of them are at a strict flat line, even the mouth, which is sorta bumpy at the top where it joins to the rest of the head. This is a weird description.

ALSO the mono-eye shape gives him the visual of always having angry eyebrows, which can definitely be modified by like, rounding out the angle or making it come to more of a triangular point for real anger. Or adding weird wrinkles to the middle part, which actually sorta works less weird than it sounds. But that effect is important to maintain Sonic’s ‘ttude and even when he’s not being angry gives him this sorta casual flippancy to his expressions like he’s always confident about his chances and determined to win. Which, he is, because he’s Sonic.

AND speaking of the colors and the way it separates parts of his body out- besides the belly providing some color contrast to the raw BLUE of the rest of him, his arms are ALSO skin-colored while his legs remain blue. First thing to notice about his arms- he’s a 2D character, so his arms are going to overlap with his body a lot. His body which, even with the belly in mind, is mostly blue. Especially with the little spikes sticking out behind where the arms join up, his arms HAD to be made skin-colored to still be visible from the sprite’s little 3/4 profile angle.

(btw note that Tails and Knuckles have arms colored like the rest of their body and DON’T have spikes behind their torso hmmmmmm)

Ok then we get to the SHOES. The red shoes is so obvious but I’m going to explain it anyway- they contrast the blue SO MUCH and always stick out which is obviously important because... he’s sonic, so, he runs a lot, so the fast part of his body is kind of a thing to focus on. Even if Sonic moved in a way that it was unclear what his legs were doing (even though they’re noodles so idk how that would happen) his shoes are big red beacons telling you “hey he’s probably running fast, you can tell cuz the shoes are moving” and the white stripes and big white sock thing (which was apparently supposed to be a part of the shoe? I like it better when they’re socks) help break up the shape a little but ALSO clearly identify where the shoe is in relation to Sonic’s leg even if you couldn’t see Sonic’s leg. Which is important cuz, uh, this is classic sonic still, so they don’t actually have soles on the shoes yet.

The buckles are technically a part of Classic Sonic design and just weren’t visible on the sprites but I’m not really sure what to say about them besides they’re neat and add some more unique color to the shoe region.

THEN WE GOT MODERN.

First thing’s first- Sonic got tall. He’s not 2D no more so he doesn’t need to be small and dumpy to fit into a little easy-to-control square that you see from the side. Now you can see him from the BACK! Or maybe ABOVE! Woah. That means his limbs need even more range of movement, so we’ve gotta stretch em out- especially since Sonic is trying to be SERIOUS right now so he can’t do the pool noodle thing anymore. Except he still kind of does, in Adventure 1? We didn’t really stop doing that for good until SA2.

Sonic’s legs are noticably longer than his arms, even in Adventure where he’s still kinda dumpy, and I don’t think that’s like... totally a realism thing, because as the games went on his legs kept getting longer and other characters didn’t get as long (until Riders where they went way too far and had to pull it back). It’s the same as the shoes- he goes fast, so he needs more freedom of movement and visual attention on the part that goes fast, which is the legs, in this case. Knuckles doesn’t need tall legs because he punches things. Tails doesn’t need tall legs because his tails are his main thing, and also because he’s the kid one, so he’s still short.

ALSO Sonic got green eyes! That seems like a weird thing, right? His eyes were already fine- but no, actually. Besides adding a tiny bit more visual detail, which obviously is important when you’re trying to use the big boy fancy 3D graphics of the... dreamcast... Uh, they also break up the color around Sonic’s eyes. Because that region of his head is pretty much just white and black otherwise, and the vibrant green sticks out since it’s only directly touching that black and white, which lets you follow his line of sight and see the emotions in his eyes clearer. Both pretty important in 3D gaming. Theoretically, I guess. It didn’t matter much in 2D because Sonic communicated his line of sight entirely with his big dumpy head, but in 3D you’ve got CUTSCENES to think about!

(Note- Most classic-sonic things that DID have to worry about this, Sonic Mania Adventures as a notable example, made the pupils more accentuated by making them smaller and his eyes bigger instead. Both valid! I like the green eyes tho.)

Also, Sonic’s quills used to be a lot shorter and pretty static to his head besides magically changing shape when he curls into a ball, but Modern Sonic’s quills are bigger, longer, and also kind of soft-looking? And they bounce when he moves around?

I think this is because now you have to look at Sonic from angles other than Sideways. The bigger quills are more obvious from other angles and also by their hair-like physics they now have, they can help sell momentum in directions other than Where Sonic Is Facing. For example, if Sonic falls off of something in a cutscene, his quills will flutter in the wind and point upwards slightly. They never needed to do that in 2D but in 3D, especially if you want cutscenes... which sonic definitely wanted, you’ve gotta start thinking of how to sell stuff like that.

Also his body kinda got elongated from a sphere into like, an oval, over time? I think that’s mostly just to give him a little bit more range of motion in 3D because he has a waist he can bend as opposed to his joints just being locked in place to the Torso Sphere.

I’m running out of steam- point is Sonic is super well-designed and he deserved more time than the video gave him fuck