#mall quest

[foundinthevoid]

Two of a kind!

[keepin-it-on-the-d-l]

Me at Sparrow “Spineless Motherfucker” Oak

[witchstone]

the prices cotton on charge for their badly made fast fashion clothing are diabolical

[emdotcom]

*remembers what they did to Vanny* 500 FUCKING PIPEBOMB ATTACK.

[whyisablog]

Had a dream recently where I was trying to get home from boston through the back roads (roads that obviously avoid the highway cause i hate driving on the highway irl) and driving through cities both kinda looked like driving home from work and walking through a mall/trader joes/omega mart, las vegas you know the one.

Anyway after checking a map, which was actually somewhat legible though was far too short of a distance to be plausible, me and my traveling companions passed through this coastal town that featured a salt water cranberry bog maze as it's main tourist attraction. Since we missed out on the local traveling carnival, we said fuck it, and decided to try it out.

The idea here was to go through the maze on your little paddle boat- imagine an innertube from a roaring rapids theme park ride but swan boat style -through the deep water with not only the bog spiders in mind, but also the cranberry dolphins that not only looked and acted like mini orca whales, but frequented the maze with the sole intent to terrorize patrons. Mostly because these paddle boats had open bottoms like flinstones cars and peoples feet looked like delicious, delectable swedish fish to these guys, but that's beside the point. (This was also, very much, a large part of the point.)

These dolphins immediately were the main concern over the bog spiders, as you can imagine. As soon as we found out about the dolphins, we paddled towards the exit.

The dolphins then capsized our vessel and we were forced to wade to the docks for safety.

My favorite part about this was not the burgandy psuedo orcas, but the little nature walk/dangerous jungle style signs warning us about them and the bog spiders, despite the spiders not even making an appearance, though the signs were kind of small and too far away from where the boats tended to travel to be great warnings... Also the cranberry bog looked more like an overgrown yet nicely organized saltwater marsh but taller and more jungle like.

[4giorno]

i finished the quest

[quenthel]

also my god... listening to a podcast episode from 3 years ago (feels like a fucking eternity) and the hosts are like "omg i wonder if shadowlands is going to be good) knowing that it a) sucked absolute ass and b) blizzard highkey imploded like a year later... man...

[allbeendonebefore]

Was about to go to sleep but I just remembered my discovery this weekend that in West ed the knock off Augustus prima porta is a pokestop and it's labeled... Julius Caesar aaaAaaAAAA

[thereviewswriting]

The Reviews Writing | Quest Mall Delights Visitors

At Quest Mall, the experience speaks volumes. The Reviews Writing captures the essence: "A haven for shoppers," "Luxury redefined," "Gastronomic paradise." With its upscale boutiques, diverse dining, and entertainment, Quest Mall stands as Kolkata's premier destination, earning accolades from all who step through its doors.

[crystalinefirewolf]

quest for the stupid rubber hand puppets

Some pictures form the mall that @therummonster and I are at

I haven't found any hand puppets

[aurosoulart]

#dude it's so cool that you just get to go places and do this!#do you need to get special permission to do this? like drawing is pretty normal but you gotta bring an uncommon headset in#anyway super cool op

(tags via @thatmivy)

nope, not usually! I tend to ask myself 'am I allowed to take photos/videos in here with my phone?', and if the answer is yes I just go for it.

the part where you can see my reflection in the mirror shows that the Magic Leap 2 isn't especially bulky or weird-looking, so people either pay me no mind or they approach me with friendly curiosity!

in this particular case the store managers got really excited once I showed them what I was doing - they insisted we trade business cards so they could look at more of my work, and so they could share this video to their own socials! they invited me to come back anytime to do more art. :)

Local Wizard Goes To Store, Casts Duplicate On All The Items

aka I went to the antique mart this weekend and did a bunch of art studies in augmented reality! SUPER fun way to hone the ol 3D brush skills

[ahhvernin]

A Shoe Quest: An Adventurer's Mundane Journey to Find New Shoes

Today, I went on a shoe quest. I traveled to many a small shoe maker shops, well, some bigger than others. But found not what I was searching for. I then decided to turn my energies to the one domain of the land that causes me the greatest of strife. The Athwarted Gates of Mall. I spent several hours hopping from one store front to the next without any success and only spurring the suspicions of their shop keepers. As I drifted along the halls, a small adventurer was practicing her dungeoning skills by jumping on the tiles. She was not aware of her surroundings and was approaching me with great speed. Panicked, I leapt from my tile to another tile, following her unspoken rules of her game. Her sister, looked up brighteyed and congratulated me for NOT DYING. I cheered with relief as their mother nervously laughed. Tired and weary, I shuffled into the only reprieve I had. A relic of a bygone era, an entity who continues to stand even though its red competitor has crumbled like a wall. Despite the large sign and its brassy letters, it neither sells Barns nor do Nobles grace its interiors. Within it, the sweet smell of roasted beans waft through the book cases, and the hushed whispers of people roaming its archives. It was then I stumbled on an area meant for the small youths of Magehood. There on the endcap, laid three doodle boards. Their loops have been damaged and were no longer able to hang. And upon their magical surface there were the neon green scribbles of a curious someone. With a small tap, the previous curiosities vanished from each of the green tablets. Now, clean and translucent like gem slab, they were now ready to received whatever intangible mindful ponderings and thoughts and to transcribe it into this visible world. It was here I took a break from my long journey for footwear to pull out three images from my mind. With each pen stroke appeared an image. On one, a curly head boy, smiling with annoyance. On the second, a smiling girl happy to see someone. And on the third, a small, sad, crying sack of a non descript person lamenting about their exhaustion from "shopping". I propped each of them up on display and left. I later found another shop, and it was there I was greeted by 3 no 4 beautiful beings all gathered and seated near the door. They all turned and greeted me in unison. And as an idiot, who was caught of guard and thought I had interrupted some fae ritual, I was ready to turn heel and run. It was then one approached me to assist me. I must say, out of my 3 decades of life. I have NEVER had such a quick experience of finding shoes. This woman took my measurements, disappeared into the back, returned with 4, ONLY 4 boxes. I tried them all and the third won my favor, and I promptly paid and left a happy customer and newly equipped foot protection.

Never mind the now lighter wallet.

..:: Quest Completed ::..

[tame-the-lion-writes]

tomboy reader x 141 - shopping

(Light warning for reader being self-conscious and insecure about her femininity.)

For the longest time, the boys of 141 don't see their tomboy teammate as a "girl." Not maliciously, of course, but it simply doesn't cross their mind.

It's not that you aren't pretty, but they're so conditioned to see you as "another one of the guys" that they don't spare a passing glance. You don't exactly dress up, either, and they haven't seen you in a skirt or dress. Nor do you have the most feminine interests--at least not that they know of--because their time with you is spent shooting at enemies, covered in blood, and kicking up dust. In short, the usual masculine tendency to see women as precious or dainty doesn't kick in. Because you're anything but.

Because you're a soldier.

In a way, you've grown to love it and hate it. The feminist side of you craves that respect and treatment as an equal. The other side of you, however, whatever the label may be, craves the idea of being wanted. You want to dress up nice and be small and cute. You want to wear heels and fluttery skirts and bows. You want to feel so sweet and sugary, that you could curl up in the palm of someone's hand--not afraid to be vulnerable and adoring and soft. Because you'd trust that person to still love and care for you, no matter how weak you allow yourself to be.

You never bring it up, though. At least not until Price asks if you have anything to wear to some fancy event, where you're stuck with a good old dress code.

"Yeaah... about that," you say with a sheepish smile. "Might have to get time off base to find something, sir. Don't think the pantsuit from my friend's wedding is gonna cut it."

"You don't got a dress? Not even one?"

"Was never the most comfortable in 'em, sir. Besides, I'm saving up for a house," you shrug. "I'm not out to buy some thousand dollar getup or jewelry." (And therein, beneath, lay the denial that if you didn't try to look feminine, you wouldn't look ridiculous doing so--imitating something you could never be.)

"Ooh, we should go shopping," Soap suggests with grin, leaning forward from his seat on the couch. "Think ol' Ghost here needs a bigger suit, anyway. Put on a few pounds--"

"Soap--"

"--of muscle! What--you think I was shaming ya?"

You roll your eyes, an anxious heat burning in your cheeks. "I can handle shopping myself, guys." And you didn't want them to be judging you for anything you put on.

"Oh, please, Gaz an' I are used to tagging along with our sisters," Soap continues, wrapping an arm around his fellow sergeant. Surprisingly, Gaz agrees with a nod.

"Not saying that you have to take us with you," Gaz starts, "but waiting outside a dressing room a couple hours is nothing."

"Long as we get food, of course," Soap adds.

"Well," Price notes, clearing his throat, "I'm in need of a new tie, too, so seems like it's settled. Ghost--and you?"

The masked man lets out a grunt, arms crossed on his recliner.

"... New suit."

Cue a little, "Ha! I knew it," from Soap. As well as Price filing for a one day vacation from the base.

** * **

You can practically feel the eyes trailing after you and the boys while you walk through the mall. Soap is loud enough as is, and combined with Gaz, both make for a pretty face. Then there's Ghost who just towers over everyone and looks like a cryptid with his mask, and Price who follows with the charm of an older gentleman. A posse of bachelors, that is.

You pick at the hem of your sleeve as you walk ahead--the default leader for today, seen as despite the boys' side quests, the main quest was you. Dressing you up in an elegant dress. Finding you matching heels and accessories. Making you look pretty and presentable.

So now you're here, standing in the dressing room of a fancy first-class boutique you could otherwise never afford--if it weren't for Price's insistence that, as your captain, it was his responsibility to make sure you looked "dapper." You smooth out the off-white creme of the skirt, staring in the mirror; you think you look pretty enough, and the pearl earrings add a certain charm to your otherwise plain features. (Though really, you're stressed that you'll seem more like a child playing dress-up--riddled with the self-consciousness of a girl trying imitate her mother, looking back at the gaudy mascara and smudged lipstick across her cheek.)

But there's no stalling. No more taking forever. The clock is ticking, and you either be judged for how you look, or judged for wasting time, or breaking down in refusal. (You know they'd never judge you--they're good men, you know--but still. You'd pick at your sleeve again if it was there--)

"Ready," you call from behind the curtain, taking a deep breath before stepping out into the light.

And all your fears melt away when they stop their banter to look at you, and their eyes widen--then soften--at the sight.

[billiesguitar]

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐜

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ᯓᡣ𐭩𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 …..

…is always touching you in some kind of way, even if he’s just touching your hand or petting you hair, he enjoys touching you.

…likes to listen to you speak. He’s usually a big talker but when you come around, he’ll sit down and listen to you yap about anything.

…phone is filled with pictures of you and stuff that you like so he can buy it for you. Anything that relatively reminds him of you will be screenshotted and saved to his phone.

…loves spending his money on you, doesn’t matter what it is or how expensive, he’ll do literally anything to see that pretty smile.

…hates when you’re busy. “C’mon, I’m boredd,” he whines as you get ready for and event. “Chris, I really do have to go, but I’ll bring you something, okay?”

…always taking you out somewhere. You two are always on some kind of side quest alone. Even if it’s just to the beach or the mall, you two are always outside somewhere.

[heir-of-the-chair]

Please. Please. Please don’t let all this *gestures to all of the everything* go on until 2035. Please I swear to god.

Omg. That title is painfully accurate.

[4giorno]

omg the final area now that orpheus is actually following me 😍😍😍😍😍