#it just. might take me a while. 0v0;

[noname-nonartist]

“Since you know about the recent An5 event story and the general story beats about the other units, that means you finished reading all of the story, right?”

Me:

[immeasurablesaladagere]

aw yeah requests open!!!

in the re!thirteen cg!cuddy headcanons you mentioned that thirteen actually told cuddy about regression as a liability thing and none of the others did. could you write headcanons/a fic for how she found out about each of them? also, does cuddy ever regress, because i can't picture that at all but i could probably be persuaded. thirteen and chase having Sibling Squabbles is everything to me also and i loved your chase sickfic

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Lol welcome to story time, House's team were all wildly irresponsible when it came to their regression (Also most of my fics aren't part of a connected universe or anything, so future fics might not match up with any of these headcanons).

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House was the first and was less of one grand discovery and more like several pieces all coming together over several months. He has a wide age range including teen years, which gives his usual pettiness a particular childish edge to it that felt out of place to Cuddy amongst his usual shenanigans. Stuff like stink/glitter bombs, gluing documents together, whoopee cushions, the whole thing. Eventually he slipped up enough that he was obviously speaking and acting differently in front of her and she called him on it. At first she thought it might be drugs or something, but the test she made him take came back clean (minus Vicodin). After that, House basically started an ARG and began seeding vague clues as to what was going on to see how long it would take her to figure it out. It took 3 weeks, and Cuddy chewed him out for over an hour about the liability nightmare he could have started, but reluctantly let it be when House made it clear he was still doing his job just fine (somehow).

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Chase came after House. It shouldn't come as a surprise that House knew about Chase's regression long before Cuddy did, and kept it a secret not because Chase wanted him to, but because the thought the inevitable reveal would be funnier that way. It wasn't really. Chase slipped in front of her for the first time at a work event involving alcohol when two other doctors sitting at their banquet table started arguing with each other. Chase had already drank enough to start feeling it, which did not help, and Cuddy followed him when he left abruptly. She found him hiding in a back hallway and on the edge of a panic attack, and all he would say to her was that he wanted his Mum. A quick call to House confirmed her suspicions, and she and Chase had a very awkward meeting the next work day. Of the team, Chase is one of the most likely to slip due to a sudden trigger (after House), and is generally on the younger side, so Cuddy made it very clear to him that if he wanted to keep his job he needed to stop whatever he was doing if he started feeling small in any way. She isn't too worried about House, Wilson, or the ducklings missing work because of how much overtime they put in, she just doesn't want a lawsuit.

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Cameron learned what regression was from Chase, and eventually she thought it was worth trying for her own stress. She did it alone at first, then later it was something she and Chase shared in while they were together. It's always been voluntary for her (minus one or two situations where she was so stressed she barely had to think about it), and she knew both Chase and House did it, so it wasn't really a big deal to her. She just dropped it casually in conversation in front of Cuddy before realizing Cuddy didn't know and wasn't supposed to. Her reaction was basically "Really? Is it all of you?" and another lecture about liability that House spent making faces mocking her over her shoulder to Cameron to get her to laugh.

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House just straight-up outed Wilson to Cuddy offhandedly while he was in the room with them. Cuddy isn't very surprised by now; she might not have been expecting Wilson necessarily, but why can't every one of her employees be regressors? Sure, that's fine. Not much of a lecture for Wilson, mostly because she took pity on him because he was absolutely mortified.

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Thirteen, considerate employee that she was, actually warned Cuddy when she was hired, and was shocked to find out that not only did Cuddy not care, but also that "You and the rest of the office, Hadley. It's fine, just don't let it affect you work.".

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Cuddy herself doesn't regress in any capacity. She's wound up being both an intentional and unintentional babysitter for most of the team at least once, and for House a little more consistently while they were together. Tired mom energy. Kind, understanding, but tired. She's also developed a slight spidey-sense for if someone on the team is regressed. It's not House-level accurate, but she's gotten good enough to call Chase or House out from across the room, and Wilson one time.

[stimmingstarboy]

Hi Jey! I think I might be autistic, but I was wondering a few things. I'm not sure if I don't mask and no one mentions it or if I do and I'm just not exhausted all the time, so that's a bit weird. I also don't feel as though I'm disabled (or maybe I just have low support needs), but there are things that I need my mom to help me with that I feel like I should be able to do alone. I've heard that autism isn't 100% a disability, but usually is. I've also heard that comorbid adhd and autism can sort of hide each other since they have a lot of different traits, so do you know how that might work? And do all autistic people have meltdowns/shutdowns?

Please note: I am not you so I can't really say if you do or don't have autism but I hope this information can help

Autism is a developmental disorder in social, emotional, and communicational skills. Autistics perceive and interpret the world differently than neurotypicals so being autistic is based on how you perceive the world rather than how well you can function in it. you might wanna keep that in mind as you do your research on autism

Masking is purposely acting more neurotypical to fit in/seem not autistic so people would have at least some thought while masking. You could however not mask and people simply push it off as being "quirky" so they don't mention it. For some people, masking doesn't cause complete and utter exhaustion but masking cant take some energy due to the awareness you need to put into yourself.

It's really up to you to say if you feel disabled or not. Many people don't consider their autism a disability while others do. It's very possible for people to "get by" in their life without extra help and it's also possible for people to need help to "get by" in their life. All because you don't need support doesn't mean you're not autistic but also needing some support with certain things doesn't mean you are autistic.

Meltdowns/shutdowns are a fight or flight reaction to certain stimuli so many autistics can go their life without experiencing many meltdowns/shutdowns by avoiding situations that might cause them. For example, I've gone about 2 years without experiencing a shutdown or meltdown because I've managed my sensory input and understood my limits so I can avoid overstepping them.

I don't have ADHD, I only have autism so I can't speak for those with ADHD BUT I do know that they can seem similar and have overlapping traits but they might do the same thing for different reasons.

fidgeting because of restlessness + fidgeting as a way to stim look similar

both can struggle with communicating with others

someone with ADHD might talk a lot because of hyperactivity can look like an autistic talking a lot because of their special interest

both can hyper fixate on things

I know this is a bit of a long post but autism along with human behavior in general is a really complicated thing so if you need any clarification please don't hesitate to ask 0v0"

[le-poofe]

Idk if this has been asked already, but how long does it take you to create a comic/art piece? And what is the order of the steps you go through? (Btw I love your art)

That’s a good question! I’m gonna use the most recent page as the example. I’ve talked a little bit about how long it takes, but I haven’t really explained my process. Heads up, this is pretty long! I could have just put in one panel’s process, but it’s more fun to show the whole page

1. The Sketch ~ 1-2 Hours

This can take a while for a number of reasons. A few factors could be business, tiredness, a lack of inspiration, creating too many options for myself, etc. But generally this part goes at a decent pace. I have a script that I follow loosely, where I’ve written dialogue and actions that seem good for what’s going on. I will spend more time on panels that I have a specific image in my head for. Those last two panels are much cleaner/more fleshed out than the previous four because I had a much better idea for how I wanted them to look.

2. The Lineart ~ 2-4 Hours

The lineart takes the longest, hands down. It’s the clean up, final changes/additions, and just making everything look all nice for the rest of the piece. This is where I spend like 5 minutes comparing facial expressions to see which one I like better, drawing another one, and then choosing the first one I drew. 

3. The Background ~ 30 minutes

The coloring is so much faster than the lineart. I will usually go slower here on purpose because I enjoy it, and it’s a relaxing break from the lineart. I just color right underneath the lineart, I don’t worry about anything looking messy under the character linearts because I know they’ll just be covered up. Typically, if I start the lineart in the afternoon, I’ll get to this point and stop for the evening.  

4. Flat Colors ~ 5 Minutes

This goes relatively fast as well. I take my time for the most part. It’s just tedious to select the lineart. I kind of color them differently. Sans gets his darkest colors first, and then I add light layers on top. With Grillby, I put on the lightest color for his shirt and the middle color for his flames (I use 3-4 colors for them). Doing that kinda helps me establish that Grillby is a light source and Sans is not.The color schemes are almost direct complements, and I do eventually add yellow to Grillby’s flames. It makes them contrast with each other, and is generally satisfying to look at imo. It also makes Sans’ colors somewhat analygous to his surroundings, because of the deep blues and reds. The purple does stand out, but not nearly as much as the bright orange. 

5. Finishing Grillby ~ 45 Minutes - 1 Hour

I have a general routine for adding Grillby’s details, which is why it goes quick. ((There will be a separate post on that process later)) It only takes that long because I have to do it for multiple panels per page. I’m sure this page was even shorter because it mostly featured incomplete shots of him. To finish his flames, I use an airbrush to add the reds, then I do the same with the yellows. I take the brightest yellow on the palette and use that for his freckles, eyes, and mouth ((if it’s open)). The last thing I do is color his lineart a dark red. His eyes are lined with a darker red to compensate for the glow I put over them, which makes the lines look faint and hard to see. For his shirt, I shade it with the lighter pink color, and then airbrush the darker pink on the areas that are further away from his flames.

6. Finishing Sans ~ 1 hour 

Sans definitely has a more drastic change than Grillby. Almost none of the original purple survives the overlay layers. I have two or three light layers on top of the flat colors. I use one of the colors that is from grillby’s color palette, it’s a slightly altered version of his flat orange. First I do hard lights, that don’t have their edges blurred. The top of his skull and those half circle shapes under his eye sockets are some of the most noticeable examples. Then I go over that layer with another overlay, but this time with an airbrush. I put it in the same areas, but it makes everything look softer. There’s one more overlay, which uses the dark purple of Sans’ shirt. It helps me to not make everything too light. On top of all three of those is a a Luminosity + Shade layer in the orange color to make the brightest spots pop.

7. Finishing Background Details ~ 15-20 Minutes

This is basically doing the same thing I did to Sans on the background. I use the same orange from Grillby’s color scheme and add light where it needs to go. I can be more lenient on details because it’s not the main focus of the page.

8. Adding the Glow ~ 5-10 Minutes

This is just me taking the orange light color and airbrushing it just above the background on a Lum + Shade layer. This goes under the layers that Sans and Grillby are lined and colored on. The next layer is the same as the last and goes over both figures. It acts as a final highlight to the lightest points of the two. Usually it’s the top of Sans’ skull, the tips of Grillby’s fingers, and the area around his mouth. Then I airbrush Sans and Grillby’s eyes in blue and orange respectively on a Lum + Shade Layer.

9. Text and Final Details ~ 20 - 30 Minutes

This is where I figure out where I want to place the dialogue, and add in anything I might have missed. In this case, I forgot to fully draw and shade Sans’ tears at the beginning. I slap my signature on and boom! All done!

I hope this was helpful! And sorry it’s super long 0v0;; If you need clarification on anything, feel free to ask!

[fanfictsbehereyall]

# 7 : Baking

Summary:

Morro wants to bake a cake, but doesn't know how to handle a few mishaps here and there. Zane is just lovestruck like always.

Warning : Explicit Language! (Not really, but I should put it there anyways b/c of Morro)

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Zane was renowned for his cooking skills amongst his family; no one would ever miss dinner when it was Zane's turn to cook. Ask anyone and they would tell you he can cook a mean miso soup, the best sizzling yakitori, the greatest kung pao chicken, and don't even get Kai started on Zane's ten peper fire chili.

Each dish Zane cooked was always filled with tantalizing spices and flavor. You could taste the love that he pours into each course, side dish, and appetizer. Give him a pot, a few vegetables, and a chicken and he could cook a meal for 50 men!

But, Morro loved one thing above all else when it comes to Zane's breathtaking dishes: his baked goods.

When they first started dating, Zane would bake him heart shaped sugar cookies and leave them on his desk with a love letter sitting beside them. On holidays, Zane would make a separate batch of fresh, delicious brownies Morro has ever tasted. And on their anniversaries, Zane would bake a cute, two person red velvet cake with sweet poems written on it.

So, as another anniversary comes closer, Morro decides to try his best at baking something for Zane! Fortunately for Morro, he got Lloyd to take Zane out on errands. And, with all of the ingredients set in place, Morro was ready to impress boyfriend with a rich chocolate cake.

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"Come on Zane, the farmers market is just down the street," Lloyd said as they walked down the busy streets of Ninjago.

"Lloyd, why couldn't we have just when to the grocery store closer to home?" Zane asked.

"Oh, well you see, I wanted to go to this special stand that, has this special... tea!" Lloyd franticly chirped as he added on, "for my uncle, as a surprise."

"I see. Well I hope he like the surprise," Zane said while rounding a corner getting closer to the market.

"Yep, I hope he likes the surprise too." Lloyd said while trying to figure out how to buy, let alone find, this special tea.  

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Back at the Bounty, Morro was freaking out. A burning smell was radiating from the oven, the kitchen floor was covered in cake batter droplets, and the cake itself was a little rough around the edges with its blue frosting starting to melt off.

"Aaaahhhhh! I can't even make a cake without destroying the kitchen!" Morro shouts and looks over at the pantry, " I might as well have just asked you to bake the damn thing!"

"Ouch! I'm just trying to grab some snacks for others, man" Cole retorted as he grabbed a few more pretzels for the road.

"Ugh, I'm sorry," Morro apologized as he stares disappintently at the cake, "It's  just… I want this to be perfect for Zane."

"Don't sweat it man. Zane loves you for who you are, not how well you can bake," Cole advised as he left the kitchen to get back to the other ninja.

"Cole's right!" Morro said to himself as continued to get ready, "I still have time to put everything together and make this a great night for Zane."

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"Wow, I still can't believe your luck with buying the last box of that Sea Tea!" Zane cheered as they neared the Bounty.

"Yeah, can't believe it either," Lloyd said, still amazed by the phenomenon of being able to buy rare tea, while they walked along the deck, "I hope the trip didn't take too long for your liking. I know you have plans with Morro and stuff."

"It is fine Lloyd, I think Morro was hinting at going out for dinner anyway," Zane remarked.

Crash

"God dammit!" Growled Morro from inside.

"Here, I've got the groceries, you go check on Morro," Lloyd insisted while grabbing the bags from Zane.

"Thank you Lloyd," Zane said as he ran towards his boyfriend.  

He slid open the door to the dining room and saw that the room was decorated with white and blue orchids, candles were symmetrically placed around the table, a metal plate cover was places in the middle of said table, and Morro was bent over trying to sweep up the last pieces of broken glass.

Zane took a sharp breath before saying, "Morro, honey, did you do all of this?"

Morro quickly turned around and saw Zane looking around the room with a sparkle in his eye and his hands unable to cover his bright and stunning smile.

"Zane, your home already!" Morro squeaked as he placed the broken glass cup aside and fixed his tie, "Yeah, all of this is for you. I just wanted to treat you this year to something special, you know."

"Oh Morro, this is just the most beautiful thing that anyone has ever done for me," Zane gushed as he let Morro lead him to his seat in front of the covered plate.

"Well I also baked you something and I hope it doesn't kill the beautiful mood," Morro chuckled as he sat down next to Zane and removed the metal cover to reveal his masterpiece.

The cake was round and small with light-blue frosting smeared all over; the icing itself was slightly pooling at the base of the cake. The words 'Another Year of Loving You' was written in white frosting with each letter a different size and whole thing starting to slope downward.

"This is so adorable!" Zane marveled as he took Morro by the hands and gave him a big kiss.

"Glad you like it," Morro giggled as he went in for another kiss, "happy anniversary baby~"

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I like to believe that Morro tries really hard not to curse as much in front of Zane, but when he's not around it's free game. Zane says that he doesn't care, but Morro just wants to try and be a more tamed self (unless he is really missed off).

Hope y'all liked the fic! Sorry if it seems short, and I was trying to write more, but I don't want to be more off schedule than it is. I'll try to update before the 15th, but no promises because I have a full schedule planned out~

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[coolbattlegirl]

~Memory of a Nightmare~

For @ByaKuren and for @undermemory I hope you like it ^v^ I cleaned the first chapter up a bit(okay a lot) so that it’s easier to read. I’ll make the second chapter soon 0v0 ~Chapter one~ He looked at the other skeleton through his mirror, he couldn't seem to stop observing the other. He saw how sad, so solitary the other. His soul squeezed at the vision. However, he wasn’t alone. He was surrounded by others- if you could say…but still no matter how often the other was surrounded. It didn’t mean they were also not alone. Maybe... maybe it's because no one will visit him. Maybe because they are afraid of him. His nature seems to push away people; however, he wasn't evil as they whispered him to feel. He didn’t feel sorry, through his mirrors. He had seen tens- even hundreds of other people who seemed sadder than him. But... for some reason of which he didn’t know of... he held sympathy for this child. He wanted…to bring him a tiny piece of happiness to the other. "It’s not your business." they said to him. "It is not your work." they had told him. "You are not here to bring happiness to others." they told him. He was perfectly aware of his duties in this universe. He wasn't supposed to care about what was happening in the other worlds; since that wouldn't break the balance…all he made was to do was to collect memories, and protect them. But…were it, not the memories that brought about the enjoyment to others? At least the happy memories, and yet... this skeleton seemed to have happy memories nevertheless. He frowned and summoned his tools gathering the materials that he needed; he placed them onto the table inside his stand filled with mirror all more beautiful some than the others, then pulled down the clapper, locking itself inside…not ready to go out of it. "I-I’m not evil…" It was that repeated the small skeleton dressed in purple who sat under the shade of the huge tree decorated with golden and black apples. He sat, alone, a book on knees. He very well indeed protected the dark side of the tree, true he was silent and reserved contrary to his brother; who was much more energetic and bright. But it didn’t mean that he was malefic as the villagers said. He released a hand from his book to wipe a tear that rose to his eye. No. He should not think of that, he was strong, he could surmount all this and... "Hello, Nightmare." At the mention of his name, Nightmare raised his orbits towards… "…Who...who are you?" He had never seen this skeleton before. There was in fact, no other skeleton monsters besides his brother and him in DreamTale. And… the other....he was pretty cute. He had an adorable little face, turquoise blue diamonds shined in the eyes, he had a soft and friendly smile. The whiteness of their clothes seemed to shine from the sunlight above them, they carried a long white turquoise blue coat; with nine long veils behind him as fox’s tails. A white hood with turquoise blue fur was folded on his head. Maybe he came from another universe, but it was quite rare not to say unique that he receives any visits. He shut his book, waiting for an answer to his question. "My name is Memory. It is nice to meet you." Memory smiled, Nightmare didn’t know what to say. This was the first time that someone spoke to him in a friendly manner. "W-what…do you want?" Nightmare asked still wary of the other. Memory scratched his cheek while his osseous cheekbones took a bluish tint. "Well …I wanted to offer you a little gift…I know it is sudden while we have just met and hardly know each other…but…" Nightmare blinked not sure what to do and what the other wanted to mean, he whispered in a soft voice for only Memory to hear... "You… you don't want to talk about my brother?" Nightmare asked confused as to why they were still speaking to him. "Dream? No! It’s you I wanted to see!" Memory looked away before continuing " T…To tell you the truth you…it has been a long time... but I observed you…I…I wanted to come to speak with you for a long time, but I didn’t dare and…I mean…hem…" He racked his brain(?), not sure of what else to say, his face was now engulfed in a light turquoise blue. Nightmare looked at him, a little bit purple covered his cheekbones. They... they were so cute…the shyness and their way of stammering…it was adorable. He squeezed a little fist on the cover of his book, not knowing how to react. Nobody had been so kind to him…to the point of offering him a gift; while they didn't even know each other yet. Finally, in his sense, after all, Memory had mentioned that he had been observing him for quite some time. It was a little strange and slightly creepy, but he felt no hostility coming from the skeleton. "W-What is it?" Nightmare asked Memory as he looked up again. Memory put his hand in his pocket and produced a small mirror. It was a hand mirror from what Nightmare could tell. Its surface was smooth and impeccable like it was completely made out of gold-like his crown- decorated with graphics of root of a tree leaving in undulation, and circle in all directions. You could feel relief under fingers, on the top of the mirror was a glass sculpture in the shape of an apple. It shined like one thousand fires in the light. A little bit uncertain still in Nightmare, gently taking the mirror into his hand- by the handle- Nightmare glanced up at his counterpart who only smiles in response. "Take a look at the inside." Memory told the other. Nightmare did as he was told and peered into the mirror, his reflection began to ripple; as if it made waves…the image disappeared slowly little by little to give way to another image. Nightmares eye sockets widen at the reflection that he saw. His reflection was now replaced with a different one. There he was under the tree beside his twin. He remembered this... it had rained that night, but nevertheless; they smiled happily to each other, sheltered under Dream’s yellow cape. They were so happy... Both unaware of the outside world. Tears rose to his eyes once again. Nightmare looked up towards Memory. "T…This is…" Nightmare trailed off as Memory smiled. "That is a mirror of memory, one of my specialties, I cast a small spell on it. So any time you look at your reflection; you will see your most precious memory. The one that made you happiest." he explained to the guardian. "But…why did you... why would you do that for me?" Nightmare asked. Why would someone give him something so beautiful? The mirror maker tapped the ground with his foot, hands in his pockets. Memory thought hard before answering him. "Well, how should I say this? I always saw you so sad…I wanted to bring you a little of enjoyment…I…I wanted to see you smiling." Memory turned away from embarrassment. Nightmare felt his cheeks beginning to burn, his soul pulsing rapidly in his rib cage…W…What was that? This feeling… "Hum…well…I leaving now. See you soon!" Memory began to turn away only for Nightmare to stop him. "W…Wait! Hum…would you…come back tomorrow?" Nightmare prayed for their answer to be a yes. Memory turned around, a little surprised at the request…but smiles and nods his head. "Of course." And then Memory was gone. Nightmare smiled looking down at his mirror…it had been two months now since he had met Memory. And one might as well say…that he had never been so happy. Dream had noticed his sudden change in attitude and had tried to ask him, but his twin stayed silent wanting to say nothing. Strangely, he didn’t want to share this newfound secret with his brother. He only wanted Memory to remain his friend. It felt selfish of him to do that to his brother, but he didn’t want Dream to intervene in their conversations. They had learned so many things about each other not to mention how much they had in common. They adored reading and he had discovered that Memory had a penchant for the sculpture. He had shown him some of his late works, they were magnificent. They saw each other almost every day, of course when Dream wasn’t there and had left to help the inhabitants of their world. He sighed at the contemplating image in the mirror…his most precious memory…had changed. Now it was the other… who appeared in his most precious memory…it wasn't Dream anymore... It was- "Hi, Nightmare it’s me!" Nightmare jumped and stored the mirror into his jacket; while Memory settled down by his side smiling, immediately they picked back their conversation fro, yesterday. Memory never spoke a word about his world, he couldn’t allow speaking about it, nevertheless, it was a secret place that had to remain so. But it did not disturb Nightmare one bit, on the contrary, he didn’t care about it at all from what he understood. All that it mattered to him was that Memory was by his side. Whether it belongs to him whom he speaks too. Whether it belongs to him when he smiles. He swallows up every little detail of Memory into his head. He was just so... beautiful to smile the way he does, his diamond eye lights that seemed to shine. He turned and put the hand on the shoulder of his friend who looked at him raising an eyebrow. "Nightmare?" Nightmare looked at him straight in the eyes and began to bend…to bend…until his teeth settle on those of Memory, who jumped back; eyes wide-open. He had a backlash and his cheekbones were covered in an intense blue. "N…Nightmare…?" Nightmare opened big eyes, the face deep purple, he stood up "I…I have to go! See you soon!" Immediately he runs away, returning under the tree while Memory raised a hand to put it on his teeth, cheeks quite blue. What was that…? The next day, Nightmare was curled up under the tree, mumbling…why…why had he done that?! He…He had broken down…at the see of the adorable little face of Memory. He took his head into his hands… he was such an idiot! The first person to ever be friendly to him-outside his brother and now he wasted all! It was hardly credible and… before Nightmare could drown into even more of his self hate someone called him. "Hey Nightmare what are you doing? I waited for you at our place!" Nightmare quickly raised the head towards the voice…to cross the look of Memory which smiled tenderly, cheeks blues. The guard of the dark side of the tree didn’t dare to believe that…he... he came back? He came back ?! After what happened?! A smile stretched on his face; getting up immediately his friend took him the arm and touched his cheeck making him blush. "Do you want to come? I read a new book and I would love to talk to you about it!" . . . Three weeks…it had been three weeks since Memory hadn't come to visit him. In the beginning, Nightmare wasn't worried, after all, he would have been very busy in his world…but now he was sure! Maybe something bad happened to him! He felt it in the depth of his soul! Memory was too kind to abandon him like this! He would've loved to go to see him, but he didn’t know where he lived. He pressed the mirror against him….What should he do? What could he do ?! And- BAM !! "AH!" He turned around …to find a group of monsters chuckled as they threw another stone at him. "Bah, what do you have monster?!" one yelled at him as they looked at the object Nightmare was clutching dearly too. "You angry?!" one yelled mockingly to him. "Careful! He might hurt us that devil!" sneered a human. "Get out! You have nothing to do here! You don’t deserve to live with Dream!" Yelled another to him. Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes. Not again…this... this hasn't happened to him ever since Memory started visiting him…but now that he wasn’t here any more…it was going to start all over again he was sure of it! He moved back to avoid another stone, but he lost his footing…Nightmare slipped from the tree branch and then... he began to fall. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion…he slipped… and from the surprise, he released the grip on his mirror... which fell to the ground beneath them and… Crack! He fell on his coccyx grimacing Nightmare tried to get back to his senses…turning his head… Nightmare froze at the sight before him. His mirror, by his side…was now in pieces…the glass had been completely shattered… "N…No…" He knelt down looking the reflection in the broken pieces that were spread out on the grass… with tears in the eyes, a tear slipped down…no…not that! He concentrated to look into the biggest mirror shard …the image began to ripple…it... It still worked?! The reflection shifted to another scene. His most precious memory… Memory sat by his side smiling at him. Nightmare balled his hand into a fist. Carefully, Nightmare collected the mirror pieces. What could he do? He wanted to see Memory again. So... so so much. But how? If only he wasn’t so weak…then he would be able to find him…so only…when he moved the glass piece the vision disappeared and reflected the tree he and Dream swore to guard. The tree…the golden apples…he tilts his head up to look at the apples. If he…if he could become stronger, then he would be able to protect his brother and the tree… especially …he would be able to find Memory. Upon those words, Nightmare holding the glass shard against him stood up and extended a hand toward the tree…before picking a single golden apple from his brothers' side. "Hehehehehe…ahahahahahahahaha…" Nightmare, sat on his throne, tentacles waving in all directions, contemplated the mirror shard that hung on his neck. Since how long had he explored the multiverse to find him? He had lost count. But it didn’t matter, he had eyes everywhere. And then the day will come where he’ll find him. He dropped the piece which landed onto his rib cage. Nightmare rested his cheek on his fist. "I know that you are alive…your power wouldn’t act anymore on this mirror…hahahaha…soon…very soon…I am sure of this…I’ll find you. And then... you’ll finally be mine." He licked his teeth chuckling darkly through the throne room. "My sweet Memory…hahahahahaha…" . . . "Memo? What’s wrong?" Memory turned to find the crystal child behind him, they were sculpturing a memory. He smiles them a sorry look worn on his face. "Sorry, Frisk. I was just thinking." He replied to them. Frisk tilted their head. "About what?" They asked pausing their sculpting. Memory raised his eyes toward the empty sky of UnderMemory. "... It's nothing. I just…had the impression that something caressed my soul. Almost as if someone or something... was trying to make me understand a strange feeling." He replied to Frisk "A memory maybe?" Frisk replied as they walked over to him. Memory shook his head confused about the feeling. "I... I don’t know Frisk. Maybe. If It is... then... I hope I find him quickly. The sensation was so soft. I'm sure that it's a good memory." Memory smiled warmly to them. Frisk smiled back at their best friend-who stood up who swooped Frisk up in his arms. Frisk giggled playfully at Memory. "Do you want to help me? It’s almost dinner time. I’m going to make your favorite plate today!" Memory announced to the crystal child. The child screamed with enjoyment as they snuggling up in the arms of Memory who carried them in the direction of their house. He was empty…he had no memories…but this soft sensation gave him the hope that maybe one-day … maybe one day he would be able to remember everything. He was sure of it.

[whymaige]

!!!HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 2-0-1-9 \('V')9

I'm trying a cup of Bailey's for the first time and it's making me sneeze! hakkshun! >3<)=3 I like it a lot tho! n_n And yes, my nose is still runny >.< Funny, I was also sick last year during this time hahaha! But heay... I was healthy most of 2018 so that's a good thing...?

'18 was a more adventurous yeaar for me! I took the jump to start Why Maige Patreon and YO IMMA TELL YALL NOW I WAS SCARED!! It was thanks to your encouragement that I was like "WHATEVER LEMMI JUST DO THIS"

Uhmm... here's a secret--- Most of the time before I post something, I would literally hover over the "post" button with my mouse, close my eyes, tell myself "GO it would be oka!" and BURST CLICK!! Ahahahaha!! People irl and online tell me I am "confident" but really, I still get that "stage fright." I guess I didn't wanna stay in fright cuz that's a DPS and CPM loss sooo I do my best to get over it everytime ^^;

I'm super glad for the support of my patrons- it made it easier for me because I tend to take tasks very seriously >.< Thanks for also being understanding on my first few months there! It was trickeh, but I had loads of fun thinking of things that could make yall happy n_n I also ended up memorizing your names and who you guys are! xD Every little bit from there helps me a lot irl. I was able to afford some things that I couldn't purchase for a long time cuz I was saving up > //<

I'm thankful for everyone's continuous comments and support for my doodlies too! It's fun reading what other people think and I'm like... "wao! these people are very creative, and super witty/funny!" it inspires me to keep going and keep smiling through the busybusy!

I also get mail/messages/comments about some of you going through tough runs irl. I'm glad to hear that I can help you somehow with my crazy drawings- if that is so--!!, then I will keep doing my best as a healer WHM! (/^-^)/ Let's go for our irl instance clears, okay? 0v0)b

Late 2018 was also the time when I found what I was looking for irl. Back then, I was the kind of person who would look long-term and set strict goals for herself... like "at this time, I should be doing this and tat!" Growing up, I realized that you wouldn't really know what will happen! While having future plans is a good thing, I think doing what you can within your reach is also important! Who knows, it might take you somewhere~ Somewhere you're really meant to be! It is a nice feeling to be more open to opportunities~ uvu

I feel more determined and more sure of myself for 2019! `^')9!! There are tons of projects I'd like to work on- I tell myself like... "One day? OR DAY ONE?" And it just makes me feel more courageous thinking of the latter!! Let's make our DAY ONE/s this coming year!! Duty Commence--- STARTOUUUU!!!

Happy new year again and I wish you all the greatou stuff!! :D

P.S. It's already 2019 and I still can't comment as "Why Maige" on Tumblr replies v_v It's always my main blog that comments zzzz TUMBLR PLEASE LET ME REPLY AS ME!! To my followers on Tumblr, please know that you're all greatou and fancy and I appreciate your support there!! Even if I'm mute x_x)7!!! Thank you thank you~

[arrozcontoffee]

Toffee, i’m gonna be honest with ya about 9am classes, they can suck but as long as you know about how long it tends to take for you to wake up, get ready, ideally get at least a lil bit of food in ya like toast or somethin, and get to whatever class(es) you have that day, you’ll be fine.

some tips that i’ve found useful for college, especially dealin with earlier classes, in no particular order of importance:

1) get a map of the school you’re goin to, there’s usually one on the school’s website somewhere that you can search for, and use it until you know where the places that you need to go are at and don’t be afraid to go into a building and ask a person behind some sort of desk or table which building is the one you’re in right now. they’ll be more than willing to help you figure out where you need to go and once you know where one building is you can generally figure out where the other buildings are due to the placement of them in relation to the one you know.

2) try to minimize the time it takes for you to get ready and go in the morning, like having a good idea of what you’re gonna wear the next day and can find it with lil fuss for example, so that’s one less thing you have to worry too much in the mornin and can possibly let you sleep a lil more too.

3) a trick i’ve seen other people use is to not buy whatever “required” book(s) and the like until they’re sure whether or not the professor actually uses it for classwork and homework or if it would be a waste of money to actually get it. if you actually need to get it/them tho, try to find it on sites like amazon and ebay first, you can get a major discount from previous students who don’t need the book(s) anymore and typically sell the books for a way lower price than even the used books in like the college campus store or a barnes n noble sell it to ya. edition-wise, many subjects have at least one edition wiggle room, like most maths, histories, and basic computer classes. these more often than not have very minor changes between editions like the ordering of events and subjects, what specific math problems are used, and facts that can only be worded in so many ways to make “enough” of a difference to call it a “new” edition. stuff like english, lab science that has handbooks that you use and tear out to give to the professor, and subjects that have legit new information comin to light or new rules come at a rate where a legit new edition of a thing comes and makes older editions be missin important things that there’s not much choice in getting the newest edition of a thing, so be aware of when the latter is a thing and when you can do the former thing. also if you have to go to the college campus store or a place such as barnes n noble, remember that rent is preferred over buy and old is (usually) preferable to new whenever possible is the next ideal scenario. be sure of whenever you rent to have written somewhere where you know that you can access it easily and turn whatever you rent in by the due date, which will generally be around finals week, to avoid bein charged with fees related to not turning in the rented book(s) on time or not at all.

4) the syllabus is your friend and will help you with pacing out assignments of your classes so that they don’t get too overwhelming for you to do. while professors may adjust some assignments in accordance to how the class is going, generally the syllabus will have everything that you need to complete and possibly turn in from day 1. if you need to, then make up smaller deadlines that you stick to that breaks down a big assignment into many smaller ones which especially helps with procrastination and somewhat with depression issues. also, there’s often things that go wrong at the last minute and it’s better to have at least a day or two before the actual deadline to put things back on course instead of no time at all. 

5) when it comes to sleep itself, make sure to get at least enough sleep that you’re very unlikely to konk out during class or worse on the road if you’re driving to and fro to your class(es). like, if you need to be up by 7am and you need at least 6 hours of sleep, then be prepared and in bed by 11pm with computer and phone off/asleep and headin off to sleepville. if you happen to need a nap later in the day, go for either the 20-30 min. power nap or the 90 min. single sleep cycle nap because much more than that can make it hard to keep up a good sleep schedule at night and can mess up multiple days where you want to sleep when you need to be awake or vise versa and that’s not a fun time.

6) know how you’re gonna be gettin to college and make sure to have some wiggle room in case minor shenanigans happen. like, i drive to my college campuses and i tend to put 10-15 min. extra in addition to the time it takes to get to the college for stuff like i’m running a bit late, traffic is a lil clogged up today for whatever reason, it’s my first time at this campus so i need to figure out where i am so that i get where i need to go, and the time it takes to get from the parking lot to my classroom etc. etc.. like, there’s nothing you can do about if your bus or car breaks down or there’s an accident that has traffic at a standstill on your route or the weather’s far too dangerous for you to go to class safely etc. but you can email your professor(s) and tell them that you can’t make it to class that day and see if they can email you at least the raw notes and any new assignments of the day or see about scheduling an appointment with them during their office hours so that they can go over the material that you missed without detracking the whole class to teach that same lesson again.

7) professors are there to help and they want their students to succeed so communicate with them, don’t be afraid to ask questions about stuff that you don’t/have trouble understanding. it can be in person or via email. sometimes they can help you after class if both of your schedules allow it, but if not scheduling appointments as needed during their office hours where they can have 1on1 interaction and help with whatever you personally need to the best of their ability or point towards someone who can help you better than they can.

8) make sure to know how many absences you’re allowed to have in a given class over a given semester before you’re withdrawn from the class and keep track of how many absences you have already used out of the max allowed. there really isn’t such a thing as an excused absence unlike in many high schools. i say that the occasional mental health day off of your classes is okay, but be sure to leave at least one or two absences for the vehicle breakdowns and the like that’s largely out of your control.

9) if you can and are willing, make some acquaintances out of your classmates, they can help you with any group projects your class has as well as possibly help ya with notes and stuff you missed on days where you couldn’t make it for one reason or another. you might even get some friends along the way. there are many different kinds of people from many different walks of life with different reasons for going to college, even if you never see them again, it’s more often than not good to have some friendly people to talk to when the class time allows it. just don’t yip yap or otherwise disturb the class when things need to be quiet or the professor or other student(s) are talking and y'all’ll be golden.

10) take notes as you need them, but if your professor is emphasizing certain points and repeating them multiple times, write or type them fuckin down because they’re nearly always important points that are likely gonna help on the next test and/or the midterm/final exam.

and that’s all i can think of at the moment. i hope it helps and that i didn’t sound condescending or anythin accidentally. i’m completely sure that you’ll do great in college, Toffee. i hope that your upcoming semester goes great. 0v0)b

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thanks bubby i love you so much u too good for me tbh

[visualnoveldiscourse]

Amnesia: Memories- Kent Route Day 10

We pick up on Day 10 at Kent’s house after we tell him about our scary encounter with the mysterious possible murderer.  

We are off to a great start.  No memories, spirits in our heads, friends that think we’re out to get the targets of their affection, an emotionally constipated boyfriend, and now we might have a serial killer after us.  Good deal. 

 Heeey, if there’s a serial killer aspect to this story, are we going to be rescued by big, scary Kent?  Yes, please~ I have always been a slut for a damsel in distress story.  But what would make me even happier is us rescuing Kent!  0v0

Kent is suspicious of the fact that we say we don’t know the guy that apparently knows both of us.  

Orion suspects that we might have known the scary guy before he lost our memories for us.  I agree that it’s unlikely that we have never seen or met him before.  Kent, ever the diligent man, notes our paleness and asks if we know of any reason anyone would want to hurt us.  Unfortunately, we have no memories and we’ve been hiding that, so we can’t tell him any form of helpful answer.  My answer choice here is “I can’t think of anything,” since we literally know of no reason that anyone would wish us harm.  

I dunno, man.  Maybe I’m pale because a scary guy I don’t know knows my name and your name and was talking about killing me and then you’re like “maybe he’s a serial killer.”  You tell me, would that not elicit at least some concern?  

Of course, Kent immediately follows that up with “He must have been really scary!”  And I’m like no fucking shit.  Before any further conversation can be had, Kent comes closer and looks really freaked out.  

Awh, was he going to hug us and then he realized he was about to touch us and was like “holy shit, better not frighten girlfriend”? Like, I could probably use a hug right about now, maybe chill, Kent.  

“I wasn’t going to do anything outrageous...”  Kent, you’re blushing because you wanted to give us a hug?  Precious.  Or... not.  

Well, I suppose hand holding can also be comforting.  But personally, I’d rather have a hug.  But he doesn’t stop there.  

Kent really worries too much.  We’re dating.  Hand holding and hugs and even sometimes kisses are typical things to expect from romantic relationships.  Having you come closer to me and hold my hand to comfort me is a plus, not scary. This must be because of our rocky relationship and the rocky foundation of it.  

“So you don’t need to be so guarded.”  Is the final part of Kent’s next lines.  Were we making a face?  Like.  Kent is the least threatening person we’ve met the entire game.  I’m pretty sure I could put him up against a kitten and the kitten would be scarier.  

Fortunately, Kent takes our concerns seriously.  He offers to walk with us after dark to make sure we’re safe.  I also love how Kent doesn’t put forth a bunch of blustering bravado to impress us.  He could just as easily have said “I’ll walk you home every night to make sure you’re safe.  I’ll beat him up if he bothers you.” or anything else involving typical macho man bravado.  But instead, he says he might be able to help deal with that man.  Help deal with that man.  Not swoop in as a hero in a cape to save the day.  Not fix the problem for us.  Not to reduce us to a prize in some macho man fight about who gets the girl.  He says he might be able to help us deal with him.  

Another significant choice of words is saying that he might be able to help.  Kent makes no guarantees that he would be able to protect us from any threat.  He humbly acknowledges here that he might not be able to deal with this guy if he seriously is dangerous, but he will do what he can to help us if it came to that.  There is nothing I like more than a guy that is honest with me and himself about his capabilities and the situations we are in.  

We are going to die.  I know I was just harping about how nice it is that Kent is honest with me and that he will help me deal with this scary man, but if the scary man is here right fucking now, I need more than like two seconds to mentally prepare myself for the fight or flight reflex.  If I’m hiding, are you going to shove a shelf against the door or are you gonna be dumb as fuck and open the door for the serial killer?  

Kent, I don’t want to watch your bespectacled ass die in front of me while I hide under your desk and hope I’m not discovered-

Son of a fucking bitch.  Kent.  Ikki.  I’m over here having a panic attack because serial killer and you two have to play your fucking math nerd assassin games?  That’s it.  I’m done.  Play your games like the overgrown children you are.  I’m going h o m e  and there is nothing you can do to stop me.  

Oh.  I can’t leave yet?  Not cool, game.  I’m mad.  Can’t we just leaaave?  No?  Fine.  

Kent apologizes for the interruption that Ikki caused in our discussion. As if that is what merits an apology.  How about giving me a heart attack and knocking twenty years off my life?  

Ikki changes the subject to math puzzles that Kent likes to make and when he discovers that Kent already gave us some of said puzzles, he has the most hilarious reaction.  You fool.  You didn’t even suspect that I love math puzzles.  Maybe soon, I’ll join your stupid play pretend math assassin games.  

Okay.  So I can’t really fault him much for this one.  Although, I am personally offended.  We already know that we met Kent through a basic/beginner’s math course thing, so it’s natural he would consider our math skills elementary at best.  But still to come out an say it in front of your bro and in front of me.  Rude. (This is another rare occasion where Orion and I agree).  

Immediately following Kent’s statement, Ikki takes to his defense... Or so it seems.  “I’m sure he’s a ton of trouble.  He’s not a bad guy though, so try to be patient with him.”  

Kent is suddenly affronted by something Ikki says or does and one thing that I don’t like about this scene is how we don’t know what Ikki is doing until Ikki and Kent describe it.  Would it have been that much more difficult to draw Ikki’s hand reaching over the camera to rub our head?  

Kent is, understandably, upset by this development.  Ikki is taking some liberties here, what with rubbing the head of his best friend’s girlfriend.  

Wow, Ikki.  You’re not even hiding the fact that you’re doing this to make Kent jealous. The tone of voice the actor uses here cements that fact, which I cannot portray to you through text and screenshots.  To Kent’s credit, he keeps his cool, calmly telling Ikki that he has no morals.  

Of course, Kent is getting prety worked up about Ikki touching us.  It’s probably because Kent can’t even bring himself to hold our hand without dramatically working up to it.  Ikki is being pretty insensitive to his best friend.  And Ikki isn’t content to leave it at that, either.  

Before, it could be excused as a little lighthearted teasing, but now Ikki is just being an asshole.  Like, dude, maybe leave Kent and his insecurities alone?  Also, maybe stop rubbing my head, cause like, I don’t remember you asking permission to touch me and I’m sensitive about things like that.  But alas, being a silent protagonist with a spirit running our show, we don’t have the option to punch Ikki for being too familiar and touching us without permission.  

Ikki, seriously?  With friends like you, who needs enemies?  Openly flirting with your best friend’s girlfriend and pushing our boundaries by touching us and making open advances without permission.  Kent is having no more of this.  

He’s clearly getting pissed.  Ikki should call it quits, since it’s obvious that his playful teasing isn’t being well received.  But he doesn’t.  He casts another jab at Kent by brazenly asking for our number right in front of Kent.  

Look, there is nothing wrong with a guy and a girl who are not romantically involved exchanging phone numbers.  Men and women can be friends, after all.  But Ikki’s timing here is awful.  He’s flirted with Kent and insinuated that he would give us more intimate contact and Kent is already suspicious that Ikki intends to seduce us.  It’s just a dick move. 

We, the MC, could definitely do more to discourage Ikki’s advances, but we’re a blank paper bag with little real input into the story.  So, we exchange numbers and Ikki backs off and heads out. 

Alone, Kent approaches us, with a deep blush on his cheeks.  Is he going to ask us for reassurance?  Is he going to attempt to reaffirm that we have feelings for each other?  Is he going to do something sweet? Oh, Kent-

This sets off so many alarm bells in my head.  He’s got his hand balled up in our hair and his expression is the scariest I’ve seen on him.  Kent is so insecure that he would hurt us to prove to himself that he is manly enough to touch us in an intimate way.  

Personally, in real life, this would be a straight up deal breaker for me.  I don’t give a flying fuck how cute you are, how smart you are, how much I like you and am interested in you romantically, the minute you cause me physical harm is the minute your ass is on the curb.  No one, no man and no woman and no one of any gender on the spectrum will be allowed to cause me physical harm of any kind and stay in my life.  Unless it’s completely accidental, like, we ran into each other face first and now we’re laying in the floor groaning about how much our heads hurt.  

You have disappointed me, Kent.  You have disappointed me.  

But you are still, by far, the best boyfriend this game has to offer.  You heard me correctly: there are boyfriends in this game who treat us much worse than this.  Much worse.  I will miss you and your insecure hair pulling when we move on from your route to another.  

Fortunately, we get a chance to talk to Kent about how this hair pulling, rubbing thing feels.  I choose “I don’t dislike it, but it hurts.”  In this scenario, alone with a man bigger than me, who is already holding me by the hair, I wouldn’t want to antagonize him.  Best to pacify him and when I’m no longer in immediate danger, run for the hills.  

I don’t forgive you.  First of all, your hand is still balled up in my hair.  You’re pulling my hair as you apologize to me for pulling my hair and hurting me.  Second of all, you lost control and you hurt me.  You hurt me because you wer insecure and you are intelligent enough to know better.  Not laying a harmful hand on someone you profess to love isn’t difficult.  It’s being a decent human being. 

Well, first of all, he wasn’t pulling my hair and hurting my head.  Second of all, I don’t have a good answer for that, because the protagonist is a blank, passive page and Orion calls almost all of the shots. But we’re hiding this from Kent, so we don’t have a good explanation for him.  But!  Regardless!  You have no right!  To harm me!  No matter if you think someone else was allowed to do it!  

Can we go home yet?  No?  Kent has to angst about how Ikki will make advances on us? You don’t trust me to love you and to choose you over Ikki?  Just what is our shitty relationship based around, anyway?  Why are we even still trying at this point? 

Then get your hand out of my hair, shit fuck.  

“While I hesitate to even hold your hand, your heart could turn towards him...” Hand.  In my hair.  Fuck you.  Also, before this fiasco, I would have said “of course not.  You are being paranoid.  “I’m afraid that he could take you away from me.”  Dude, I don’t even want to see your face right now.  

“It takes all I have just to touch your hair.”  Then stop touching it. It’s not like I’m forcing you.  

Oh, well, since you put it that way- you are not forgiven.  Not that quickly, you asshole.  Prove to me you aren’t gonna abuse me and that that sort of thing will never happen again.  Oh, wait, things like that usually have repeat performances.  

“Could you go home for today?  ...I’ll walk you back.”  

Oh, thank God.  Just the words I was waiting for.  I don’t especially want you to walk me home, but better for you to walk me home than me be axe murdered in the street, I guess.  

Back at our apartment, Orion says “That was a surprise.”  and I’m like, which part?  Kent going crazy and pulling our hair or Ikki violating our personal space or maybe the way that Kent excused his behavior like an abuser would do?  

Which is a major warning sign in my book.  Danger, danger.  That’s not something to be happy about, Orion.  “He might like you more than we expected.”  Bro.  This is a bad thing, not a good thing.  Instead of getting more onto Ikki about this, he let all of his anger out on us.  That’s not cool.  

What a crappy note to end day 10 on.  And our romance was finally starting to get better.