#it's literally 12am

[pinbfb]

Completely remade my flower gijinka ! I luv her ^_^

[exilethegame]

Twine Demo Ch. 1 Public Release

Hello everyone! It's finally here 🎉

Chapter one has gone from 53k words to 96k, very few of which are repeating. This is definitely a chapter to replay over and over again, as there is a lot of width to it 👀 Hopefully all of the major coding errors have been fixed, so you shouldn't have problems with playing (crossed fingers). The UI should be fine for comfortable reading on mobile as well!

There are now three different ways to meet Vethna + for the Jamie encounter to end, and the fight scene with the twins has been completely rehauled. Hopefully you enjoy the changes made!

Note: There are two "unfinished" scenes in the demo that are marked with 'X's beside the choice. My hope was to finish them before the public release but I simply did not have time. They'll likely be finished when Chapter 2 is released! This goes for the POV switch with the Ivante twins at the end of the chapter as well 🧎and a super fun extra scene too 🤫

ALSO: The Codex/Journal/Memory system is not implemented yet. It's in-the-works, but I intend to keep it off-limits until the re-write is done due to how many variables + moving parts there are to it.

Hope you enjoy! All feedback is welcome (and appreciated!)

Play Here

[dairyfairyy]

"darry became the adult when he started to pay bills, when he went to pony's parent teacher conference, when he-"

no. he became the adult that night.

that night when he was asked to go and identify the bodies. that night when he left alone in his truck. that night when he asked Dally to watch pony and soda, as well as everyone else, while he was away. that night when he drove to the scene, viewing the wreckage and whatever remained. that night when he picked at the broken window glass from the family car, causing his to bleed from his palm. that night when he drove to the station to confirm those were his parents. that night when he got back in his truck and started the drive home. that night when he stopped midway, unable to see through his tears. that night when he parked the truck in the front of their house, wiping whatever tears he had left. that night when he walked into their living room, looking at pony and soda, asleep on the couch, both with tear stained faces. that night when he thanked Dally for staying with them. that night when he said, "I've got it from here."

that night.

[astral-aromance]

Something I find interesting is that Fëanor's deeds specifically are really blown out of proportion... many fanworks portray him as some bloodthirsty monster that killed everything, and everyone who stood against him. But... that's not actually true at all, is it? The only time he killed was at Alqualondë, and even then, it was something that happened out of an escalated conflict. It wasn't something Fëanor had planned out or even thought of beforehand. His other, non-boat-related crimes? Pointing a sword at his brother. That's it. Unless you count being angry for the injustice done to him and his mother, yelling at people, and refusing to kill yourself because someone asked as crimes.

Like I'm sure he wasn't a pleasant person to be around in his final years of life, and his actions did cause great harm. But damn if it isn't blown out of proportion. Yes, the oath was awful, but Fëanor was delirious with grief, and, if we are to believe his children, borderline suicidal. He wasn't thinking about what his words would mean for others, he never meant to hurt anyone but Morgoth. How did that give him the rep of being The Most Evil Elf Ever?

Also, who came up with the idea that Fëanor or his sons killed children during the kinslayings? There is 0 evidence for that. And yes, I know about E&E¹, but none of them did that.

[demigod-of-the-agni]

some memes to help me cope because i am god's strongest soldier

[steveshairychest]

It's the apocalypse.

It's the goddamn world splitting apart apocalypse and instead of freaking out like he should be, Steve's standing in front of his bedroom mirror trying to pick an appropriate outfit to visit his friend in the hospital.

The polo shirt is too casual and the sweatshirt is too colourful. And the plain t-shirt says that he doesn't care, but the button-up says he cares too much. He sighs and nervously runs a hand through his messy, grown out hair. It's been three months after all. Three months of mourning and wallowing in his own self hate and blame.

Only for it all to be for nothing because the person he's been grieving is apparently alive.

According to the nurse who called him at exactly 8:30am, he's just woken up from a medical induced coma and he's in the hospital just down the road from Steve's house. She said it so casually as well, like she was informing Steve that it was going to rain tomorrow. She had no idea what to do when he started crying hysterically on the phone.

And now here he is, stressed and flustered standing in front of a mirror because all Steve can think about is making a good first impression. He doesn't understand why, doesn't understand why he's not asking himself how this is possible, how someone he had felt die in his arms is apparently alive and well three months later. There are so many things he should be thinking about and questions he should be asking, but instead, the only thing he can think about is looking nice for his friend who has literally just woken up from a coma.

But he doesn't have time to unpack that.

That's for later; just like the apocalypse, which he pointedly ignores on his way to the makeshift hospital. The cracks that run through Hawkins are quite literally the last thing on his mind right now.

All he can think about is Eddie, who is alive and breathing, who will look at Steve's very carefully picked outfit and probably say something smartass-y and slightly mean, but Steve doesn't care. He needs that right now. He needs the witty jokes and crooked smile. He needs something to replace the lifeless eyes and blood-stained lips from his memory. He needs to know that this is real. That the phone call from the hospital wasn't a dream.

He needs to know that this isn't vecna toying with him.

"I'm here to see Eddie Munson." The words sound jumbled and unreal to his ears. He hasn't said Eddie's name out loud for months. Just the sound of his name would bring him to tears and remind him that he failed, that he is useless at his role as the protector; the shield.

When the nurses don't look at him like he's crazy, like he's lost his mind, and when they actually walk him down the crowded hall to a room marked with the number 27, that's when Steve realises this is real. This is happening.

Because laying there tucked into the all white sheets and hooked up to countless leads, is Eddie fucking Munson.

And he's smiling at Steve weakly, but it's the most beautiful smile Steve has seen in months.

"Hey, Harrington."

[marclef]

Since Fake Pep has a few cat-like attributes like purring, there’s something I gotta know…

Does he knead like a cat?

well of course! isn't that an essential part of making a pizza?

those skills come pretty handy, until you're Peppino at midnight when a certain Fake decides he wants to share the bed with you.....

[retro-system]

i hate these fuckers they took everythign from me then made me cry

[kreachvera]

[urpalelle]

forcing all my friends to watch infinity train! here’s an edit to celebrate!! :D

[why-are-all-the-users-taken]

idk who said it, but someone was like "what happened if the main peculiar children just lost their peculiar abilities" and i- i desperately need go make a one shot for this so here y'all go :)

*this takes place around a map of days bc that's the book I've gotten up to at this point*

*third person*

Jacob woke up feeling quite odd, though he hadn't the faintest idea why.

He went out into the living room where all of his friends we're already up. They had all became quite time blind in the mornings due to the loop switchings, so they often woke up fairly early.

Olive and Claire were watching cartoons,and had made Bronwyn watch with them.

Millard was on a different couch reading a book with Hugh stumped against him attempting to read the novel as well.

Jacob smiled at his friends before walking into the kitchen where there was a wonderful aroma of pancakes and syrup.

It seemed that Miss Peregrine had forced Enoch, Emma, and Horace to help her cook breakfast. Though Jacob was fairly certain that Horace was willing to make it and had forced Enoch to help.

"Morning all," Jacob said as he started getting plates out of the cabinets to set the table with.

Emma brighten and quickly hugged him. "Morning!"

"Miss. Bloom," Miss Peregrine called out from the stove. "Can you keep these pancakes warm while I finished making the rest?"

"Course!"

"Mr. O'Connor, can you please finish the fruit salad instead of mopping around?" Miss P sighed.

Enoch muttered something under his breath but started cutting up fruit nonetheless.

Horace was humming a tune as he cooked the sausage.

"What on earth?" Emma's sudden outburst brought Jacob's attention to her.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Emma rubbed her hands together and then held them our through the already baked pancakes and frowned. "My fire isn't working!"

Miss. Peregrine's brow furrowed. "Perhaps you used too much fire yesterday?" She suggested.

"Maybe..." Emma said but she's didn't sound sure.

"MISS. P!!!" Hugh came running into the room dragging Millard behind him.

At first Jacob didn't know what was wrong with Millard. The boy was just staring at his hands. Then Jacob remembered that Millard was supposed to be invisible, and you shouldn't be able to see his hands.

The other's in the kitchen seemed to realize it at the same time he did and they all gasped.

"You're hands are visible!" Horace exclaimed, stating the obvious.

"No shit," Enoch muttered and Horace elbowed him in the rib.

Millard ignored Enoch and nodded. "And my feet!" He sounded more amazed than concerned.

"Oh dear," Miss peregrine mumbled. "What day is it?"

"Um," Jacob checked his phone before saying, "October 13th, why?"

"Oh this is bad. I completely forgot." Miss peregrine stressed.

"Forgot what?" Emma asked, now concerned.

"Gather all of the others, I'll tell you all over breakfast."

...

By the time everyone got into the kitchen, they all has seemed for realize that something was off.

Hugh hadn't seen his bees all morning, Olive wasn't floating, Claire's back mouth was completely gone, and Bronwyn was having trouble lifting the things she would normally be able to lift.

"What's going on? !" Asked Olive as she took off her metal shoes and didn't start floating.

"Children calm down please," Miss Peregrine set the food on the table and then sat in her seat. "I will explain what's happening but I need you all to stay calm."

There was a chorus of "Yes Miss. Peregrine"s as everyone helped themselves to the food.

Miss. P started explaining. "Every five years on October 13, peculiars lose their peculiar abilities for 24 hours."

"Why?" Asked Millard. "And why hasn't it happened before?"

"It happens so that peculiars don't overwork their abilities. It's never happened before because it only happens after you've been in a loop for a long period of time, but it was always September 3rd in our loop so it never happened before today."

Everyone was quiet until Olive jumped out of her seat, excitedly. "I wanna go to the beach! I don't have for wear my metal shoes so I can go swimming!"

Claire perked up at that. "Can we?"

Soon most of the children were coming up with things to do.

Miss P hushed everyone and then faked a exasperated sigh. "I suppose you can do something fun today and skip the lesson, but finish your breakfast first!"

Everyone continued eating, but now there was much more chatter.

Olive and Claire were trying to convinced Bronwyn to taks them to the beach. Millard, who was rapidly becoming visible, had decided that he wanted to go to a book store, and had begged Hugh to go with him (he said yes of course). Emma and Jacob planned a day of just hanging out together and doing normal teenager stuff. Enoch complained to no one in particular that he had nothing to do so Olive (being the sweetheart she is) invited him to go to the beach, to which he reluctantly agreed.

At some point Miss P turned to Horace and asked what he was going to do because he hasn't said anything.

"I," he replied, motioning to himself grandly, "am going to take a nap, because I haven't had more then 4 hours of sleep all week due to these stupid nightmares."

Olive giggled at his over dramatics (though all of what he said was true).

By the time everyone finished breakfast Millard was completely visible.

Hugh, who was sitting right next to him, grabbed a handful of millards hair and examined it. "I never realized how long your hair is!"

Millard just shrugged. "It's not like there's a barber shop that cuts the hair of invisible people!" He joked.

Emma who was sitting on the other side of Hugh, scrunched up her nose. "It's a dreadful mess, that's what it is!" She exclaimed.

"Oh please, " Millard said, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear, "it's no worse than your hair on a day to day basis, and you can see what you look like!"

Emma gasped. "You take that back!"

"I won't," Millard huffed.

"Children, children! No fighting!" Miss peregrine clapped her hands to get everyone quiet. "Now, considering that it seems all of you already have your day planned out, you can go get ready and then do what you have planned, but no fighting please!"

By the end of the day Millard had gotten his hair brushed and bought six new books, Hugh had got a few new plants for a round the house, Olive and Claire had a wonderful day at the beach and had even gotten Enoch to crack a small grin at one of their jokes while Bronwyn made sure none of them hurt themselves. Emma and Jacob watched some of Jacob's favorite Disney movies and just had a calm afternoon. And Horace got to sleep for the whole day which he was happy about. All in all, everyone was happy that day even though it felt weird to not have their abilities for a while.

[milk3ad]

why the grudge by olivia rodrigo is actually written abt roceit: an unnecessarily long breakdown

(aka basically an in this essay i will… post but i actually wrote it.)

okay so starting off strong, pof was literally released on a friday in may. (i know technically it took place on april 13th in cannon, but the still what are the chances here.)

next we have these lines would refer to the trust janus built up during the courtroom that he then broke during pof. how he set him up to take the fall no matter what, crushing either roman’s self image and/or his dream. it also refers to the flippant way janus address this and how he basically refers to it as a joke. it’s pretty clear throughout the episode, however, roman holds onto everything that was say.

i sorta feel like this speaks for itself.

this next part i think sums up a lot of pof pretty well. roman making fun of janus’s name is shitty. him calling janus evil the whole episode is shitty. BUT everyone JUST told him janus WAS evil and not to be trusted. and janus WASNT to be trusted in svs since he literally was manipulating him. janus caused like half of this and fed into roman’s insecurities and he knew it. so yes, i think roman is handling this BAD, but janus cut first, and he cut deeper.

lowkey another one i feel speaks for itself. this is pretty much stated this is what janus is doing. literally.

roman and pretending he’s fine when he’s not. i mean it’s like all the sides, but def the way roman seems to handle it (like not too much cannon has happened since so) like this. it still seems to affect him in fwas confidence wise and all. just the way this hasn’t even been addressed. you know the boy is struggling.

okay i kept out a lot of the love stuff cause like that’s not cannon and i tried to keep this close to cannon. BUT it fits with that too and my headcannons… maybe another post. it’s just so perfect.

okay if you read this far i love you forever <3 also this may be formatted like the worst thing ever, i don’t use tumblr really so i was struggling making this. also it’s late and i cant think atm :))

[h-didanart]

Bloodmoon doodles I did at midnight

(you can see me begging for sleep in some of them)

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

July 7th 2035 12:12 AM.

Be aware Scribble.

Dude wtf

[knittedslug]

MERRY 16TH OF NOVEMBER!!!

[doctorriri]

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