#tessi sees the world

[tessiseestheworld]

Am Memorial Day veranstaltet ein japanischer Tempel hier eine Lantern Floating Ceremony an der Schwimmende Laternen ins Meer gelassen werden um an Verstorbene zu gedenken und ihre Seelen zu verabschieden.

Ich habe das ganze sehr ernst genommen und viel Zeit für mich genommen die Tode die mich in den learn Monaten verfolgt haben zu verarbeiten. Und so habe ich natürlich auch eine Laterne beschrieben und 1.5 std geweint und alles raus gelassen. Ich beschrieb natürlich eine Seite für Nanny die endlich mit Grandad vereint isr, wie sie es schon seit langem sein wollte und von diesem Leid hier befreit ist.

Und eine Seite ging natürlich an Arya. Ich weiß nicht was es ist, dass ich so sehr an Arya gebunden bin, und sie diese Position für mich einnimmt die sie tut, aber so ist es und ich lerne damit zu leben. Trauern muss man auch üben und ich übe.

Eine Seite ging an all die, die wir nicht retten konnten, die zu spät entdeckten, die mit unerkannten Problemen. An Sansa, an Flohs fünf Frühchen, an die Frierags Igellin, die Seele die mehr Tod als lebendig zu mir gebracht wurde, und an die vergessenen.

Die nervigen Touristen, ignoranten und egoistischen Menschen haben dem ganzen den Frieden genommen, aber davon möchte ich mich nicht führen lassen.

[the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud]

callima doodles! i guess?

[digi-lov]

Ekakimon BT12-035 by tessy from BT-12 Booster Across Time

In the background of this card of Ekakimon, you can see pictures of the Ancient Speedy Time Zone and the Gear Savanna from Digimon World!

[starssaroundmyscarssblog]

𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄, chapter one WEASLEY VS SLUGHORN

pairing: percy weasley x fem!oc (olympia slughorn)

word count: 1.04k

warnings: none

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percy weasley strived for validation of the academic kind, wanted to set himself apart from his ragtag group composed of five brothers and one sister that was designated to him at birth. he had no choice, each one of his siblings had something about them that set them apart from the rest.

ginny's was obvious since she was the only girl and the youngest, ron was somewhat friendly towards the muggle children who wandered into the fields surrounding the burrow every so often, which put him into his father's good books for learning about the 'fascinating' way that they live. fred and george had each other, like they were two peas unable to be prised out of their pod. charlie was sporty and had offers to go professional with his quidditch playing but turned it down for an even more rugged job handling dragons in eastern europe, bill was devil-may-care and living it large in an entirely different continent and was breaking curses in the last year of you-know-who's power.

everything that he, percy, was not.

where they were cool he was awkward, where they were popular he sunk into the shadows, and where they were doted upon he was given a book and a drink to keep quiet.

merlin, even ron seemed to be more favoured than him, and he was starting his first ever year of hogwarts with twin brothers who took the mickey out of him ( fred and george ), an even older brother who tried do disassociate himself from lower year riff-raff ( percy ), a legacy left behind by brothers who'd graduated to become great things, and no possessions that were originally his own.

the only things he had in his trunk that hadn't been passed down from brother to brother was his collection of homemade knitted jumpers, the pile of corned beef sandwiches he gagged simply at the sight of and the writing set he'd been given on his eleventh birthday by their great aunt tessie.

but, where percy lacked a brain of street smart tips and popular wizard culture, he made up for in ingenuity and drive to over achieve even if he fizzled out before his newt exams in three years time. and yet, percy still wasn't doing anything original or generically 'him' he realised when his prefects badge had landed in his bowl of porridge at the breakfast table one morning - bill had already been a prefect and then gone on to be head boy, charlie had smashed it out the park with his outstanding newt results too.

so he worked day and night, stalked the garden for muggle fireflies he could keep in a jar on his desk to observe for his summer task from the muggle studies teacher, poured himself over text book upon text book, any reading material he could get his hands on to put him in good standing for his owl year starting in september. percy snatched coloured pencils from ginny's desk draw when she was helping ron fling disorientated gnomes over the garden hedge to draw himself up a revision timetable, scheduled to start the first day back after the welcome feast.

he was going to pass his exams with flying colours, attend every single optional class and wrangle help out of his teachers if it was the last thing he did. even getting over himself to ask one of the students in the year above who was taking newt level potions to boost his grade up from an 'e' to a 'o'.

anything to see the look on olympia slughorn's face when the name 'percy weasley' was printed above hers in the top slot when the student rankings in each class was posted anonymously at the end of each month, like they had been since before his parents could remember.

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olympia slughorn was in a deeply committed one sided relationship with percy weasley - she hated him more than anything in the world and she wouldn't trust him as a confidante as far as she could launch him with a beaters bat. it wouldn't be too great of a distance compared to those who were on the slytherin quidditch team could hit, but she still had a good shot and that was enough for her.

he poked his nose into business it didn't belong, tried too hard to cosy up to his teachers by snitching on members of his class if a piece of homework was overdue, and constantly tried to ask her overly complex questions about origins of ingredients for her potions in effort to throw her off. it never worked, though. olympia had prevailed at the top of only one class in her entire four years at hogwarts thus far, and that was potions.

it ran though her blood, it was the one thing the slughorn's had in their legacy apart from her great uncle horace's self titled 'slug club' from his teaching days at hogwarts. he'd retired the year olympia was due to start attending the magical boarding school but still sent her various potion ingredients and recipes to create during the term time.

potions was the only subject she was predicted an 'o' in.

potions was the only thing she wanted to continue doing for the rest of her life.

there was no other option. percy weasley had to learn his place in the pecking order, and olympia knew just the way to ensure it.

she holed herself up in the small library room of the slughorn estate, significantly smaller in size compared to the lestrange manor that was dissed and had fallen into disrepair and the malfoy manor guarded with towering iron gates and white peacocks. there was seven floor to ceiling book cases in the library dedicated to potions, ingredients, poignant moments in wizarding history that advanced the world of potions, magical creatures host to rare ingredients that cost an arm and a leg to purchase.

olympia prized her validation just above thwarting anyone that was standing in her way, deliberate or not. she would snap her vintage muggle 'the beatles' records over the stone gargoyles over the front door of the house if the student rankings were posted and the name 'olympia slughorn' was printed below 'percy weasley'.

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[pilot-nobody]

For the kiss prompts (only if you feel like it!): Suzanne Fitzgerald/Tessie O'Reily; 4 --goodbye.

Hello, Sorry for the delay! Today was strangely busy. This one gets a little angsty... Sorry about that. I could do a happier version if you wanted. Anyways I hope that is okay and that you enjoy it! Thank you!

She doesn’t listen to the news; changes the radio station until she finds the music again. And she doesn’t own a TV – not that one would fit in her tiny apartment. While waiting in line at the grocery store or at the bus station she looks at the headlines on the news stands. But she never picks one up and reads any articles. It’s not like she’s missing anything, not really; the world is crap, always was and always will be. All the news does is report the same crappiness that’s always been here and put a different coat of paint on it. But deep down the problems are all the same.

It's much easier to enjoy what you can and dance through the rest of it; no need to borrow anyone else’s trouble! Suzanne disagrees. Often and passionately. She’ll get into one of her speeches and a fire will spark in those green eyes. Tessie likes that fire! And Suzanne’s face will flush red and if Tessie pushes her just right that beautiful flush will creep down her neck.

At that point there is only one way to get Suzanne to stop talking: kiss her senseless and pull her into bed. Make her whole-body flush with passion and desire. Tessie really enjoys that! Honestly one its one of her favourite things to do: seeing just how far she can get that beautiful blush to blush across that beautiful body!

Lately, though Suzanne has been skipping the whole passionate sex part of their visits. Instead, she drops off the baby and rushes out the door. Not a hello or how are you? Just a here’s the baby and some supplies, I’ll be back in a few days! As if Tessie was just waiting at Suzanne’s beck and call; as if she didn’t have better things to do.

So, when Suzanne bursts through her door sans baby, Tessie is actually pretty damn happy! Those bright green eyes hold back a wild fire that seems desperate to escape Suzanne’s body; cheeks flushed and panting slightly as if she has been running.

Before Tessie can say anything, Suzanne smashes their mouths together. Lips. Teeth. Tongues. Heat. Just as Tessie is finding the rhythm, Suzanne wrenches back.

“Come on, have a little fun,” Tessie goads. Suzanne huffs a breathless laugh and shakes her head.

“Tomorrow. I promise,” And presses back into Tessie. Softer this time. Slower like she’s trying to memorize the shape and taste of her mouth. “I love you!” She whispers and then runs out the still open door.

Tessie spends the rest of the day in a bubble of happiness and excitement! Giggling and dancing and preparing for tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes and the news is unavoidable. Suzanne Fitzgerald is everywhere. Her name is spoken on all the radio stations and written in all the headlines. Her face is plastered everywhere as the manhunt begins.

She is everywhere except in Tessie’s apartment.

Tessie sits in her underwear and does her best to ignore the world. She throws out the candles and the food that she had bought the day before. Waits for nightfall and for a numbness to consume her before she lets the tears fall.

Goodbye.

[leirsen]

Ho l'anima incrinata di sogni, una voce candida come neve che racconta il silenzio, come acqua abissale che custodisce segreti, mentre il vento sussurra verità dimenticate e l'universo si riflette nelle profondità del mio essere. - Leizha D. Danae

"She's like the moon"

Per aspera ad astra. Asta inclinant, sed non obligant 🦢

Pugnare cum diis cumque fortuna, grave est. [Nessuno può sfuggire il proprio destino]

Se una cosa è destinata ad essere non importa quanti ostacoli ci siano di mezzo, ritornerà sempre — Leizha D. Danae

Figlia del Destino, sei l'organo muto del Caos. Ti lasci piegare dal vento, come un filo d'erba, inganni tutti, fingendo spalle fragili. Con i tuoi capelli tessi filigrane d'oro e di ombre, in cui nascondi la promessa di un nuovo mondo, di un giorno in cui il fuoco inghiottirà di nuovo il cielo. Tu sai cosa sogna il vulcano mentre dorme, nel silenzio profondo della terra che pulsa. (Credit to: Machi __polariss_)

"A priestess is a woman who owns her power. She is the embodiment of divine feminine energy. Her existence is alchemy. She is a healer. She is an oracle."

"lo sono la volontà degli Dei, io sono la vita. Io sono la Signora del plenilunio, colei che ritorna per ricordare ai Figli del Cielo l'Antica Arte. Io sono la Dea dell'amore che stende un mantello di stelle sopra la notte. lo annuncio l'alba e saluto il tramonto. lo possiedo il segreto di ogni incantesimo. Io sono colei che comanda la folgore. lo sono la rugiada che scende sui prati fioriti, la linfa che scorre nei boschi, che anima i venti e le acque, che sposa e feconda la terra, che nasce nel fuoco e alimenta la fiamma perenne che grida giustizia agli Dei. lo sono colei che sconfigge la morte e spezza le catene della paura, io sono lo Spirito puro della Natura, lo Spirito libero dell'universo. Io sono la Gloria immortale della verità mai tradita. Io sono l'amore, io sono la vita. Io sono la figlia della Luce infinita". — Canto di Aradia di G.G. Leland

“On snowy days like this my heart dances, as if something might appear at any time to take advantage of this white stillness.”

“I love this cruel, ridiculous, beautiful world.”

"Thank to these eyes... I came to understand how cruel and despicable people can be...but that also allowed me to appreciate true beauty. All you have to do is look at things from a different perspective. Once I realized that the things we usually take for granted are really miracles. I came to see everything in its preocious, emphereal beauty. I love this world"

Ciò che pensavi fosse un dato di fatto è in realtà un prodotto di miracoli. Io... amo questo mondo.

— Lacie Baskerville, Pandora Hearts

“C’è splendore in ogni cosa, io l’ho visto. […] Ciao faccia bella, gioia più grande. Il tuo destino è l’amore. Sempre. Nient’altro” —Mariangela Gualtieri

"Gli altri sono troppi, per me. Ho un cuore eremita. Sono impastata di silenzio e di vento. Sono antica. [...] E se sfreccio a volte sulla modesta moto, è per cantare a gola stesa l'ultimo del paradiso fare il mio guizzo pericoloso con tutto quel vento nel petto seminare parole beate nel panorama nervoso. — Mariangela Gualtieri da "Acqua rotta”, in “Senza polvere senza peso", Einaudi, Torino, 2006

Nella serenità del mio femminile moto perpetuo, trovo la forza di amarmi per ciò che il cielo ha voluto che io fossi. Sono la combinazione perfetta dei pianeti opposti a se stessi....Polvere di fata e di stelle.... [...] - Mariangela Ceci

"She doesn't speak too much but she leads the most intelligent conversations. She is a thinker. She has her coffee and books and music. She has her style. There's something so deep in her eyes. That's why everybody stares at her. She has a beautiful soul. She has a power and she is not afraid to be different. She is the art." (Credit to joytri)

She's a dreamer, and a badass, and a romantic to the bones. She's the moon, stars, earth, water, and fire. She's fierce, and soft, fabulous, and forever. - Mark Anthony

"She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired." — Virginia Woolf, The Years

She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea. — Ernest Hemingway

"She is the virgin-harlot. She is vulgar, witty, knowledgeable to a depth that terrifies, cruel when she is most kind, unthinking while she thinks, and when she seeks to build she is as destructive as a coriolis storm." — Dune Messiah by Frank Herbert

"I was one of the insatiables. The ones you'd always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh, before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us, before they'd been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator, until worn-out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp it returned to the projectionist's cabin." — The Insatiables

Habent sua fata libelli. [I libri hanno un loro destino]

"La morte è l'ignoto in cui tutti noi siamo vissuti prima di nascere. Nulla è più creativo della morte perché essa è l'intero segreto della vita. Ciò significa che il passato va abbandonato, che l'ignoto non può essere evitato, che l' io non può continuare, che niente può essere fissato per sempre. Quando un uomo sa questo, vive per la prima volta nella sua vita. Trattenendo il respiro lo perde. Lasciandolo andare lo trova." — Alan Watts, La saggezza del dubbio

Ascolta, è proprio perché ho nuotato negli abissi che ho iniziato ad amare l’abisso della quale sono fatta

Io canto la mia canzone solo a quelli che vengono con me a danzare in un bosco pieno di fate e lupi selvaggi. — Fabrizio Caramagna

Il violino – il più umano di tutti gli strumenti… — Louisa May Alcott)

Un poeta è un uomo che mette una scala su una stella e vi sale mentre suona un violino. — Edmond de Goncourt

“After all, [the world] is on my side. That is, I’m a part of it. Not separate from it. I walk on the ground and the ground’s walked on by me, I breathe the air and change it, I am entirely interconnected with the world.” — Ursula K. Le Guine, the Lathe of Heaven

Io sono completa 🦋 - Leizha D. Danae

"Lord Visnu said: 'Since your heart is filled immovably with trust in Me, you shall, through My blessing, attain freedom from existence.'" (Vishnu Purana, 1.20.28)

Leizha's core 🦋🩵🦚🎼🪞✨️🦢

[thetotomoo]

WIP Game

Thank you @bookie-bookdust, @shyamanuensis, @butternutt613, @toonedupfiction, and @cesqdarque for the tag.

Uh… not sure if this will make the cut for the final edit on the next chapter of “Sins of the Father” 😂😅 but it was enjoyable to write it.

The summer air shouldn’t have been as icy as her skin felt. But landing upon the grassy banks outside Keensbridge under the cover of night had left her frozen. They had barely time to prepare, the clock slowly ticking toward midnight as they gathered what they could— their wands and what potions Garreth had left.

“Mama,” Caroline frowned as she moved to help her mother stand and smooth down the slip of her nightgown and robe, “You did not have to come.”

“What mother would I be, mia cara, if I were to leave you two to fend off hags and fairies?”

You two— the words prickled over her skin as she turned to catch Vincent's frown.

“A good one,” he said, dusting off Tessie’s shoulders, “Now, I shall have to watch over all of you.”

“You can barely watch yourself against me, Rookwood,” Anne huffed, shooting a pointed glare at Sebastian before he could utter his complaints.

“Tessie is pleased Master Rookwood has found a good lady for the house!”

“What? No!” Vincent stammered as their mother gasped, “She is neither a lady nor good.”

“Oh, but the good ones are so dull!”

“Mama!”

Caroline shook her head.

What had begun as a journey of three turned into more when they dashed through the castle, gathering their wands and what potions Garreth had left.

“You didn’t have to do this,” she could hear Ominis say— worry and love spilling at the quietness of his words.

“You’re not leaving me at the mercy of Duncan Hobhouse’s affection. He’s your alternate, not mine. I’ll fight Sebastian for Leander, mark my words!”

“I am not the one that decided such a thing!” Ominis stammered while Sebastian sputtered at her side, “Hobhouse and Prewett? Are you mad? They’re not for you!”

“Well then, who is?”

“Me! Just me, you moonmind!”

“Then you’d better stay by my side.”

She turned away just as Garreth pulled Ominis into his embrace and the prickle of cold in the air crept further down to her bones.

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N/P tags: @azrielya @newbienewness @artebris (and anyone else who hasn’t been tagged)

What ended up in the current edit (change in tone, cut straight to where I needed them to be):

The summer air shouldn’t have been as icy as her skin felt. But upon landing on the grassy bank outside Keensbridge, Caroline felt frozen beneath the tall tower at the foot of a large hill—the withered brambles lining the arched door and walls ominously still as they entered the small hall.

What had begun as a journey of three had become more at the insistence of their family and friends, and now they stood hand in hand beneath the moonlit sky. The watches beneath Sebastian’s robes audibly echoed the seconds as they ticked closer to midnight.

Vincent looked as worried as she felt, his hand clutching their mother’s as she held Tessie’s hand. Ominis, for his part, shifted on his feet— face torn between relief and regret at each squeeze of Garreth’s and Matilda’s hand. And Anne? She did not let go— her arm slipped into Sebastian’s, and grasped his hand by her side.

It should have eased and mildly amused Caroline to see Tessie and Matilda kneeling and placing the basket of loaves on the floor. But the whimsy of such an act did not relieve the heaviness that hung in the air. Like the fickle gods of old, it blessed and then struck until a stillness settled in the breeze and bells began to ring.

Louder and louder it grew— the scent and taste of earth filling her with dread down to her bones before the world plunged to black and became the deepest blue.

~~~***~~~

If the image of Tessie’s and Matilda’s faces through the floor shocked her, Caroline had no words for the world that seemed to unfold around them.

Where the moon should have stood, a hilly peak dotted the night sky. Water sprung from the starry heavens at their feet toward lush, evergreen trees, flowers, and brambles that flew like clouds. Before them lay a mist-covered path winding up dappled hills.

“Not one, two, three, or four— seven beings and not one more.”

It was whispered in the wind as they stood and looked at the drawn-out movements of Matilda’s and Tessie’s faces rippling at their feet.

[imaginespazzi]

Bestie, been a lil while, i missed you! Sorry, life has been lifing as per usual and so I've been a lil MIA. But i wanted to come back and drop a lil review for the latest chapter!

Bro, poor Clems has really been through it. The woman just wanted to have a nice dinner with Az and Stephie and yet all they're thinking about is Miss Buecks 😭 #freeher

Stephie being sad and quiet is like a knife to the heart. Lil bean doesn't deserve this; the girl just wanted soda one day and now she out here having to deal with all this??

But nah, her piecing together that Mama and Miss Buecks were just like Anya's mommy and mama killed me. And the way she and Az both noticed the family at dinner and were having the same thoughts/longing to be like that again with Miss Buecks. Stahp. Tears were already freefalling atp.

“when you’re not looking, I see Miss Buecks looking at you with this big, big, big, smile all the time." - got me bad.

Ok. The long-awaited proposal scene. Bestie, I knew you were a lil worried about this one, but just like that scene in the UCLA fic, you did it justice, trust.

I actually think this scene is so beautifully written - the way Azzi was going through this crisis in her head, P being oblivious to it thinking it was just nerves, to then the realisation of wtf she said no?

Most of all, I think it did such a good job illustrating Azzi's fears and her valid reasons of why she wasn't quite ready yet. But it also showed why Paige would react the way she did, cause like yeah, imagine here she is being all excited af to finally be be out and free and captioning tiktoks with #myfuturewifey, only to find out she and Azzi weren't and have not been on the same page about that for a while. Like I get it. Sure, I'm still a lil mad at her for not sticking around long enough and kinda just giving up on the both of them immediately but like I can also understand why.

But yeah, imagine if she just gave Azzi at least as long as the time TikTok was banned for 😭 But then we wouldn't have Stephie and we wouldn't have this fic, so yk, sometimes that's just the way it had to be.

Also, I see you dating it back to the Nova home game, and making sure the stat line didn't match up with the irl stats. You were like, I am beating any and all canon/writing destiny allegations 😂✋

Anyway, I think, when you put it all in context of the fic/story, you never really write them ooc - as in like, it's always believable and feels true to them (or at least the them I have in my head lmao).

Bruh, I can't imagine KK and Ice's reactions. Like they were prolly down there cheesing, already planning their fits for the wedding and what Pazzi's bachelorette parties will look like only to find out, well actually they ain't even together anymore 💔 traumatising shit fr. Did the others know P was proposing too? Or did they just wake up the next morning and were informed that they'd broken up??

Pleaseee, Stephie being ready to move to NY in a flash just to be with her Miss Buecks. Ugh. She deserves all the soda and cookies and pizza in the world.

Also, I'd be a lil offended if I was Aunty J and Aunty Tessie and Aunty Joy, like she was way too ready to go have new aunties. She said imma miss them but they're not #irreplaceable 🤣

And then the reunion ( a whole two weeks, six days, five hours and 14 mins later lmaooo, the specificity really made me chuckle). Our lil family back together. We prayed for times like this.

And the last few paragraphs felt like a lil callback moment to the morning after they slept together a few chapters ago, and it was oh so perfect.

I can't wait for the next one, so much fluffiness, I already know.

Now, quick side note to basketball:

I was a lil disappointed in our girl's game yesterday but like I've just accepted she had a bad game/off night, and she'll bounce back. The four fouls told me all I need to know that this really was an off night for her more than anything.

But also, she cannot be having just EIGHT field goal attempts in one game. I think she got a lil tentative after missing a few, cause there were a few times, either after a handoff from Sarah or Jana etc. where I thought she had more than enough space to shoot the ball but opted not to. And I get that Sarah and Paige were the hot hands but like, I need her to still keep shooting. At the end of the day, if it's not your night and the shots don't fall then that's ok, that happens but I still want her to shoot the dang ball.

So like part of it is I need her to create more shots if that's what she's gotta do, but i think we all know a big part of it is - let's at least TRY run her some plays. Let's do what obviously works best like in that Seton Hall game and put Paige on-ball and let her and Azzi play their natural positions cause we all know that's when their chemistry on the court flows at its best. I know we sound like a broken record atp, but like GRANDPA PLEASE.

The team as a whole clearly still have more to work on, esp if we wanna win against Tennessee and SC. Like I get that it was home to Creighton but if a Lauren Betts-less UCLA team can beat them pretty handily, we should be able to as well. Anyway, on to the next!

Also, have I ever said how much I love Sarah Strong? Cause my god, do I love that girl! I'm so excited for her development over the next few years. It's gonna be a hell of a thing.

Ok, as always, I "tried" to keep it short 😏

Hope you have a wonderful week ahead! Love you (oh and can't wait for that collab fic!)

Until next time! 💗

-🙋‍♀️

BESTIIIIIIIE HI <3

I've missed you so much, I literally just grinned so big seeing you back in my inbox!

No fr fr like poor Clémence slowly realizing over the course of dinner that she was never gonna compare

LMFAO the butterfly effect is so real, she's never asking for soda again

Phewphhhh I was so stressed about the breakup scene so I'm very glad to see it had the desired effect and despite the content, did not feel completely out of left field

I try really hard tbh to make both Paige and Azzi valid in their thoughts and actions and whilst I think it's fair to say they both still do dumb shit here and there, I like to think ultimately both of them are pretty understandable

LMFAO I wrote that part before the Nova game and I can't lie I was a little relieved when those stats could not be far enough apart because I swear if they had matched, I myself might have started believing the I control destiny by writing allegations

I think the whole team knew the proposal was happening, KK and Ice just happened to be the most involved for obvious reasons

Stephie has one priority and one priority only and that's Miss Buecks (and her Mama ofc) so the rest of her Aunties just gotta understand their places

Definitely a little bit of a callback and Stephie knowing!

Onto basketball

Yeah just not her night and I need tomorrow to be a redemption real bad because I simply cannot do another game like Creighton and Nova so please she needs to show out for my sanity and I'm hoping the team has worked on finding her and making sure she gets open/gets shots. That has got to have been a priority during practice. I think she did try creating her own but when they didn't fall, the confidence really just kept falling and not having anything come easy when no one was trying to draw anything up for her did not help.

SARAH STRONG NPOY CAMPAIGN FROM NOW TILL SHE GRAUDATES!!

[smallearthboundfindings]

There's something about earthbound I've been wondering about and i think maybe you can weigh in as the local expert. I keep seeing fans interpret jeff as British but to me that's not fully right because winters is this super cold snow country "up north" as the game says. So i always imagined him as something norse, y'know Swedish or Norwegian or Finnish maybe (heck even russian could be fun). But it's just a vibe on my end while the way Fans call him British feels like there's some canonical proof i missed somewhere? Sooo do you know if there's any big proof that jeff would be British or is it just a fanon agreement thing?

Howdy! Well, the British allegations are not unfounded. EarthBound is somewhat like Pokémon in which different areas are clearly based on real world areas based on their positioning, parallels to real world landmarks, local food, and so forth. Eagleland is the U.S., Scaraba is Egypt, and Winters is no exception!

Our first little bit of proof can be found in the Japanese manual, where it contains a rough world map. Here it is (this time, a different version to the one previously posted!) for reference and a zoomed in version including Winters in as much detail as I can provide with what I've got. I had to stitch this from a double page scan, so please forgive some artifacting issues.

[Id: A scan from the Japanese Mother 2 manual, showcasing a planet much resembling our own in real life but with different regions and towns marked. The zoomed in portion reads "Foggyland" in big text with "Winters" and "Stonehenge" written in a smaller font below, descending vertically in that order.]

There appears to be a little island in the general area of Winters and Stonehenge, just like the U.K. in real life!

But here's the question: is Winters there? I know this map is a little unclear with its huge text, but hang in there. Even though Winters looks like it might be on that rightmost landmass, take a look at the full map of Winters (which I am only linking and not embedding because it is very big), and you have Winters and Stonehenge in the same landmass; just cross the Lake Tess on Tessie!

For reference, the American manual confirms it's a lake, so either they're both on the landmass, or both on the island.

[Id: A scan from the American EarthBound manual. It is a plain text paragraph reading "The South Shore. If you manage to catch a ride with Tessie to the South Shore of Lake Tess, you'll find more woods and some animals that you've already met like the Goat. Follow the path southward, defending yourself as you go. A short hike will bring your to a fascinating artifact and another amazing challenge."]

So, here's where we get to real world parallels. Lake Tess and Tessie are clearly analogues to Loch Ness and Nessie (located in northern Scotland just above England), and Stonehenge literally shares its name with its real world counterpart located in southern England. So, if we are to match these locations, then Winters would logically be on the island, meaning that Jeff would be from the EB equivalent of the United Kingdom, which encompasses England, Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland. He could really be from any of these! Therefore, your options here would be British, Scottish, Welsh, or Irish, but it seems like British is the most common interpretation.

Hope that helped!

[lemimmaid]

Day 6: Journal

Iaera (she/her)

A pinky shifted away from the pen in her hand in a practiced motion, gently nudging her glasses up her nose before returning to its starting position. As she leaned back in her chair, a quiet exhale escaped her lips, the tip of her head allowing the silver-blue locks to fall away from her face. How many hours a day was she expected to study? There was so much going on outside this castle, and she was destined to miss it all.

What a backwards existence, where Father kept the two of them holed up in the comfortable safety of home, while Mom and Tessie gallivanted across the worlds fighting dangerous monsters. A summary befitting a novel targeted at teenage girls, though she was beyond certainty that plenty had been inspired by her mother. She'd read several of them herself, in attempts to busy her mind amidst the suffocating amount of free time she faced. Memorizing the ins and outs of every trope, how they were marketed, the parts of her mother's life left conspicuously absent... fiction based in the reality that was the grandeur of Master Aqua.

Her sister was sure to get the same treatment sooner rather than later, no doubt. How would she handle it?

Iaera's musing stirred her out of her thoughts, the loops upon loops of boredom spiraling endlessly in her constantly buzzing mind. Allowing her gaze to fall to the door, she focused on the gentle bustle of the hallway outside. It truly seemed no matter how many people occupied the castle, it was empty. The echo chamber of her room was laden with specialized furniture, disorderly trinkets, and an overwhelming number of pillows and plush toys. Admittedly, she was glad she didn't occupy a larger space, one could only do so much with accessibility without becoming borderline nonsensical in construction. Regrettable that castles are built up instead of out. This entire world was built with an endless movement upward, it seemed, and the benevolent founders hadn't seen fit to add a ramp or two.

Listing into a fresh round of disinterest, she found her ears wandering from the noise outside her door to the far more appealing sounds filtering in from her window: the live symphony that was a Radiant Garden afternoon.

Her fingertips gently lay her pen between the open bindings of her notebook, marking her place, but beyond that, freeing her hands. Hands which moved to lightly caress the metal on either side of her, cool from the precisely 68 degree air, exactly as Uncle Even liked it. She oft considered the gloves Tessie wore to be more of a hassle than they were worth, but the weakness in her hands wasn't aided by cold fingers, she supposed. Perhaps a reassessment was in order...

With motions she imagined more than once would be just as fluid as moving one's own legs, she wheeled to the window, looking down at the vibrant world below. The overlapping voices of other children huddled around the edge of the fountain, ice cream in hand. Laughter and conversations of adults leisurely traversing the stone pathways lining the city, uneven cobble she had envisioned the cracks and valleys of many times. Dreams like the illusions her Father wielded, picturing the bounce and tremor of these wheels on those streets...

Hazarding a glance at the clock, Iaera found herself relinquishing another sigh. Father would be finished with his work soon, perhaps she could see something beyond this room today, at least. At any rate, she was certain to get considerably better stimulation from attempting to assert a word in edgewise with Even than she would staring into her soulless notes and textbook chapters she'd already passed over several times today alone.

She wheeled to the door, letting her gaze fall to the light pouring in from the window once again, the glittering sky of the most beautiful world in existence that lay just outside of her bedroom, from which her sister brought gifts and photographs and stories.

Perhaps one day she'd see it.

For now, all she had was illusion and fantasy.

Artists: @ramatetsu, Baydews, Chibi Dollmaker, Kureihii.

@khoc-week

[saberghatz]

1-70

OH MY GODODOD CRACKING MY KNUCKLES

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? YES PRETTY GOOD!!

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? My friends :')

03: Do you regret anything? Like a billion things that I won't get into here >:)

04: Are you insecure? Only on Fridays

05: What is your relationship status? SINGLE YEAAA BOIEEIEEEE

06: How do you want to die? In my sleep would be the most ideal tbh I'm down for that

07: What did you last eat? Ritz crackers and peanut butter;;.....

08: Played any sports? IN MY LIFE? YEA!! RECENTLY? UHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh

I hate playing on teams so I usually just fuck about on my own or with friends, you'll never catch me joining like actual sports teams again

09: Do you bite your nails? Surprisingly no o-o

10: When was your last physical fight? Too long ago. I'm really itching. SOMEONE PLEASE SPAR WITH ME

11: Do you like someone? I WISH I DID. FUCK.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? HEEELL NAW I'M LIKE A GRANDMA WHEN IT COMES TO GOING TO BED EARLY (against my will, i am simply a tired bitch)

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? Everyone except the people I don't hate

14: Do you miss someone? Deeply :D

15: Have any pets? I don't have any personally, but my mom has two kitties named Nikki and Tessie. When I go visit her, I get to see them too. She had them since before I moved away, so I still consider them kind of my cats :')

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Lonely enough to do this, but also happy enough to do this

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? I thought this said 'have you ever made it out of the bathroom' and I'm like honestly no my ibs could never

On that note, no but call me

18: Are you scared of spiders? No :(

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? I'd go back to a time before I was born, definitely the 70s or 80s just to experience it for awhile.

But if I was limited to only going back in time during the years I was alive, no I would never go back. I feel like I've learned a lot over the years and I don't want to lose that progress

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? Probably the airport

21: What are your plans for this weekend? MY ROOMMATE BLAIR HAS A CHOW CHOW PUPPY AND WE'RE TAKING HER TO A DOGGIE SOCIAL ON SATURDAY. Also maybe going to an art show/mall on Sunday.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? Zero, have you seen the state of the world??

23: Do you have piercings? How many? I have ear piercings, but I think they closed up :// I REGRET LETTING THEM CLOSE

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Like in school? That's a lifetime ago oh god Science

25: Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes almost everybody I've ever known, whether it ended on good or bad terms. I am simply a sentimental soul with a horrible memory

26: What are you craving right now? Making out with a stranger that I know

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? @_@;;;.... yea

28: Have you ever been cheated on? No

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? PROBABLY, I'M SORRY IF SO

30: What’s irritating you right now? Social media is grating on my fucking nerves, so much so that I'm weening off insta and twitter and I've ended up back here. Right here.

31: Does somebody love you? If so lemme know

32: What is your favourite color? Pink, white, gold

33: Do you have trust issues? Fortunately not

34: Who/what was your last dream about? I think I dreamed I was Percy Jackson and I was befriending some monsters instead of killing them.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? My roommate like literally yesterday :D

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? I'd give anyone a second chance, but I don't think I'd give a third chance.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? I forgive because I don't hold grudges and then my memory is so rotten that I forget why I was mad in the first place

38: Is this year the best year of your life? ITS BARELY 2024 SO I CAN'T ANSWER YET

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 16 I think. Shout out to Solangelo

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? No but this made me realize I never have, and now I want to

51: Favourite food? I can't think of anything, so like I do at restaurant menus I'll default to chicken strips :)

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Yes 100%

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? shower, work on writing my fics, jerk off, draw, you decide what order

54: Is cheating ever okay? Never, unless your partner knows but then its not chEATING IS IT

55: Are you mean? Honestly maybe

56: How many people have you fist fought? Not enough (none. please. please spar with me I need to train)

57: Do you believe in true love? I believe some people believe in it and can find that for themselves. I hope I become one of them

58: Favourite weather? If I can't wear a bikini, I'm sad. But crisp Autumn mornings also hit like no other..

59: Do you like the snow? I love visiting the snow, I wouldn't want to live in the snow

60: Do you wanna get married? I haven't really thought about it lately. So currently, I guess not xD

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? Hell yea, but turn up the heat

62: What makes you happy? @hyenahijinks @yuuidflourite @comets-nix and drawing

63: Would you change your name? Some people call me Grace which I like a lot, it's my middle name tho

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? I'd totally do it, but I'd probably get that fist fight I've been begging for instead

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Been there done that, we over it and stronger than ever >:)

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? @hyenahijinks ILY bitch

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? @hyenahijinks

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? LOL MY MOM TODAY ACTUALLY

69: Do you believe in soulmates? ARE TRUE LOVE AND SOULMATES NOT THE SAME THING

70: Is there anyone you would die for? My friends and parents 100% but I'm also not like super attached to breathing to begin with so the decision would be very easy

THATS A HELL OF A WAY TO END AN ASK MEME THANK YOU FOR ASKING THESE HUMPHREY

[tessiseestheworld]

No news is good news.

Anscheinend ist es wieder einen Monat vergangen seit dem ich das letzte mal geschrieben habe. Das ist ja eigentlich ein gutes Zeichen. Und so ist es auch. Ich habe den vergangenen Monat einfach die Gedanken schweifen lassen, nichts getan, nichts gemacht, nichts gedacht und einfach nur gelesen und bin zum Strand.

Meine Tage sahen normalerweise so aus dass ich aufgestanden bin, habe gemütlich gefrühstückt und bin dann so langsamen die puschen gekommen und habe mich fertig für den Strand gemacht und dann den Bus genommen und bin zum Strand. Da bin ich rumgesessen, habe erst ein bisschen in meinem Imageneering Buch oder den anderen Disney Büchern gelesen und bin dann einfach etwas gelegen mit einer leere im Kopf und bin entweder nur zur ersten runden Boje oder auch bis zur zweiten geschwommen und dann Ala Moana auf und abgelaufen und habe mich dann wieder hingelegt und nichts getan. Etwas gesickert. Den Strandgeräuschen und den Stimmen gelauscht oder gelesen. Das war eigentlich auch ne ganz gute Routine die ich versuchte aufrecht zuerhalten da ich hier ja auch fit sein möchte und Muskeln aufbauen, aber dann bin ich wiederum sehr faul und möchte eigentlich gar nichts tun. Und manchmal dachte ich zu mir selbst „eigentlich will ich das gerade nicht tun“ und ich sagte mir „muss ich auch nicht. Ich muss hier absolut nichts tun dass ich nicht möchte. Und wenn ich gerade einfach glücklich und contempt bin dann wunderbar“. Und so wurde ich fauler und fauler. Und dann habe ich auch noch meine Bücher fertig gelesen.

Und jetzt bin ich seit über 10 Tagen in einer Fantasy Reihe gefangen die eigentlich an Teenager gerichtet ist, aber das ist ok. Ich devour die Bücher förmlich und bin nach 10 Tagen mit 3 Büchern durch. Und während dieser 10 Tage hatte ich eine rechte, nicht Erleuchtung, da ich es ja schon immer in mir wussten nur nicht zuließ, aber Feststellung. Ich bin halt doch nen ziemlich weiches ei und so wie jeder und will auch das was jeder andere auch will. Einen Partner im Leben, Chemie mit jemandem, einen soulmate. Ich bin halt auch nur a big romantic und das wird mein Ende sein, da ich es nicht sein will und mir nicht eingestehen möchte aber so ist es nun mal. Es waren ein paar Dinge im Buch beschrieben, in denen ich mich so wieder fand (keine Panik, es ist ein Kinderbuch, das dramatischste was hier passiert ist händchenhalten) Körperkontakt auf den man hin nicht wusste wie man reagieren soll da man das ganze selbst nicht will oder gestartet hat, und denkt wie soll ich jetzt reagieren? Was wird von mir erwartet? Ohne das zu tun was man tatsächlich will und dem ganzen eine Natürlichkeit gibt. Und das ist was ich möchte. Ich möchte dass ich mal die Person bin die etwas möchte die etwas anleitet wo ich ganz klar weis ohne denken zu müssen „das ist was ich gerade will“ und nicht ständig analysieren zu müssen „was wird nun von mir erwartet?“.

Die Bücher sind wie gesagt für Teenager (auf keinen Fall so schlimm wie Twilight) aber so simple Dinge wie das alt bekannte Love-triangle wo er sie berührt und sie denkt „Ugh was mach ich jetzt?“ und dann den richtigen anschaut und ganz genau weiß was sie jetzt machen möchte. Und naja Long Story Short das hätte ich wohl auch gerne und habe es mir eingestanden und muss es nun auch nach jahrelange vehementen abstreiten dem Rest der Welt sagen. Also muss ich nicht, aber werde ich.

Derzeit bin ich im learn Buch der Reihe und ich möchte danach erst mal wieder nichts „packendes“ lesen weil ich gerne wieder eine leere in mir erreichen möchte, die mir vielleicht Dinge aufzeigt auf die ich noch mal acht geben sollte.

Es sind noch 9 oder 10 (kommt drauf an wann ich dann wirklich umziehe) Tage bis ich zu Tami ziehe und dort dann 2 Wochen ihre Hunde hüte und dann fliege ich auch schon zu Gary und nach Hause. Daher würde ich nun noch einmal gerne diese leere und den Frieden genießen und nichts und niemanden um mich haben und auf mein inneres hören können ohne das stimmen von außen auf mich einwirken und mich wieder versuchen zu formen. Ich möchte meine eigene Form sein.

Ich realisiere immer mehr, bei den ganzen Fragen wie es weiter gehen soll, dass ich mich extrem gebunden an zuhause fühle. An mein Zuhause. Meine Umwelt dort, meine Mitmenschen und Mittiere und dass ich Schwierigkeiten habe, zu denken ich muss diesen Ort für die Arbeit verlassen. Ich sehe meinen Mittelpunkt schon eher dort, in meiner Heimat. Ich kann mir natürlich vorstellen vielleicht für ein Jahr oder 2 wieder im Ausland zu sein und dort eine wundervolle, und erfüllende Tätigkeit zu haben, aber im Endeffekt sehe ich mich immer wieder dort hin zurückkehren.

Ist das die Sorge und „Angst“ vor neuem? Oder ist es das Zeichen dass ich dort hingehöre und mich entschieden habe?

Ich möchte aber auch nicht den Rest meines Lebens und die „beste Zeit“ meines Lebens weiterhin wie eine 50 jährige verbringen. Ich möchte einen wundervollen Zweck erfüllen, ich möchte Dinge verbessern, ich möchte lernen, ich möchte formen. Ich möchte schon raus.

Naja und diese Dinge würde ich dann gerne doch am Strand durchdenken ohne dass ich dauernd nur an ein Buch denken kann, somit wird es Zeit dass ich es fertig lese und es weitergehen kann.

Die Zeit endet hier so schnell, was wirklich schrecklich und traurig ist und ich möchte selbstverständlich nicht zurück. Ich möchte nicht zurück in dieses endlose nicht wissen, ich möchte nicht in die sinnlose Zeitverschwendung mit sinnlosen Tätigkeiten nur damit ich nicht „faul rumsitze“, denn ich bin ja anscheinend chronisch gefährdet nur zu warten dass ich erbe um dann nicht arbeiten zu müssen und dann steckt man mich also lieber in etwas seelenraubendes und zeitverschwendendes als mich einfach ich sein zu lassen.

Ich möchte mich eigentlich viel lieber darauf freuen nach Hause zu kommen, denn ich habe viel auf das ich mich freuen kann. Ich freue mich meinen Neffen kennenzulernen, ich freue mich meine wundervolle Schwester wiederzusehen und eigentlich möchte ich mich auch auf die Menschen die meine Eltern sind freuen. Aber ich freue mich ganz und gar nicht darauf das man wieder meint auf mich einreden zu müssen und mich zu kontrollieren und klein zumachen, wo ich es gerade über die letzen Monate geschafft habe, mich wieder in meine eigentliche Größe und Form zu entfalten ohne kleingehalten zu werden.

Deshalb ist es auch so wichtig für mich dass ich ausziehe. Sie wissen es nicht, aber sie halten mich klein und sie halten mich zurück. Ich möchte arbeiten ich möchte Geld verdienen und selbstständig sein und mein eigenes Leben führen. Aber ich weiß auch, das natürlich Dinge wie meine Igel dann schwieriger sind zu erhalten, wenn ich mein Leben führen möchte und unterwegs sein und wer füttert dann? Natürlich, ich kann mein Leben nicht von der Umwelt regieren lassen, aber sie geben mir Freude? Sie erfüllen mich? Wieso sollte ich das dann nicht weiter machen?

Ich hoffe wirklich es findet sich irgendeine Lösung. Ich möchte selbstständig ICH sein, ich meiner Größe und Form wie es richtig ist, ohne eine kleine Lücke in einem Haus fühlen zu müssen.

Wenn ich es so schreibe, weiß ich ganz genau was passieren muss damit ich das erfüllen kann, ich muss einen Job finden, irgendeinen der nicht seelenzerstörend ist und ich muss mein eigenes kleines Zuhause kreieren mir all den kleinen Dingen die mir Freude machen. Aber das braucht halt alles Geld und das habe ich nicht. Ich frage mich ob ich irgendwann auf das alles hier zurück schaue und denke, schau wie man mein Leben hingehalten hat und ich hätte dies alles schon viel früher haben können, oder ob ich denke tja nichts passiert, nichts da, nichts gekommen wäre ich doch schon viel früher im Scheiß Job geblieben und hätte schon zumindest eine kleine Summe aufbauen können. Mal gucken. (Wir wissen alle, in *dem* scheißjob bleiben wäre keine Option gewesen und niemals passiert).

[lovella-a-la-radio]

who were you before they broke you? -SEARCHING… -SEARCHING… -… name: lovella monique lynch nickname: levi (leh-vee), elle (never ella), tessie known aliases: poétesse, tessa, mirage age: cannonically, REDACTED; physically, 17 birthday: february 13 pronouns: she/her/hers face claim: ashley moore powers: pyrokinesis, radiofonokinesis her in five senses: scent-woodsmoke taste-cinnamon coffee sensation-the warmth of a fireplace sound-radio static vision-the color of wulfenite

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simply send in an ask or message to interact! important tags: #on air with tessa: (un)official full radio segments #tessa’s announcements: offically-mandated sanctioned public service announcements #the novella: not radio segments, actual roleplay with storylines #behind the curtain: out of character posts #us in the shadows: ??? prologue below—

-…is this thing on? [scroll to reveal transcript] -if you’re hearing this, it’s too late. know that i did the best i could to get back to you. [silence. a scuffling sound] -i’m sorry. i truly am. if i could change one thing, i’d never have left. you wouldn’t have taken that step into the unknown, would you? but then again, you were always the one with the answers. [silence] -tell mama i wish i could’ve reached her. i really did try to get back. but i suppose my words are too little, too late. -truthfully, that’s always been the case. but they’re all i have. [dry laughter] -i suppose that’s the problem, isn’t it? all these words and yet i can’t say a thing. [silence] -[hushed] they’re here. can you feel them? -i’m out of time. -please forgive me. if i never see you again, know that i thought of you until they broke me. you’re going to change the world. i’m so sorry i won’t get to see it. [silence] -[strained] NAME REDACTED? please, remember. you have to remember that— [DISTORTION LASTING SIX MINUTES 37 SECONDS.] [silence] [end transcript.]

[meet-at-tycho]

....... ALSO.

he likes when i compliment his voice I REALLY DO LOVE IT THOUGH. when i say youve been blessed by the tessie gods i REALLY mean that, genuinely. love when yr telling me about yr day, love when yr making absolutely bizarre autistic noises, love when you sing . YOU ARE SILLY!!!!!!!! ive genuinely. no i just LIKE YOU okay. me when i like you? me when i enjoy my best friend??? listened to those fucking stupid DUMB VOICE MESSAGES YOU SENT LIKE. ON LOOP.. to hear yr terrible awful jokes yes but also to hear yr laughter??? LIKE I WAS. TEEEHEHEEH... JOY. WHIMSY EVEN

i still will never forget that time she screamed exactly like a chimpanzee ripping someones face off during namielle fight that genuinely is one of the best moments of my life im. I PUT THAT MEMORY IN AFUCKING PICTURE FRAME AND REPLAY IT ALL THE TIME its so good. i like her voice too!!!!!! even when shes breaking the sound barrier SHES. I HAVE THE SILLIEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD FOR REAL/??? plus shes always saying the craziest shit like the way she'll go from dumb little termite to spitting poetry completely unprompted, like AWARD WINNING POETRY. LIFE CHANGING POETRY and then shes back to bug.

theyre both so talented too like. i wonder if i tell them that enough? I HOPE I DO BUT.. no im so. IM YR BIGGEST FAN ALRIGHT ill always be here rooting for you cuz THEYRE SO GOOD AT WHAT THEY DO... fantastic art, fantastic writing, mans playing the trumpet!!!!!!!!!!!! also the way he just talks about like. MUSIC THINGS TO ME, i dont understand a lot of it but i still love to listen so much like. YES SIR!!! 5/4 TIME SIGNATURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! do i know what this means, NO !!! but i still think its cute to listen to. AUTISM is always condoned here. the way shes always coming up with shit, i genuinely. i dont give a SHIT about that game at a base level, all of my appreciation comes from the shit shes come up with ITS THE ONLY THING PUSHING ME FORWARD...... so smart genuinely like. im fascinated by it i want to inspect her under a microscope (short joke) HOW ARE YOU LKE THIS... she just keeps creating and creating and its SO. endearing i love how they just create things all the time really i cant get enough IT MAKES ME SO PROUD TO SEE ANY OF IT.. guys please keep being you forever and always, even if you never see this PLEASEE keep shining okay you are so . good isnt a strong enough word, wonderful maybe.. everything!!!!! you are everything

[tespianmage]

[NOT CANON]

"You have power and influence, Xavier, but I can see right through you: you are just as lost and confused as I am. The world has treated us both poorly, hurting us in ways we would never imagine... Yet I still never let it close my heart, and here I am giving love to where it's needed most... To who needs it most...

No matter what happens, I hope you never closed your heart like the rest of the world has."

Drawing from months ago, but since the topic of Solitude OCs came up, here's one of mine: Tessie Euclid. She's a Lost Subject who fled to Nostradore to escape her old life in hopes this new country would give her a new start. However, she found herself being a guinea pig for the killing games, and even with still being given a bad hand, she continued to be the compassionate and empathetic person she always was, two traits that are not commonly seen anymore. Perhaps her compassionate nature in an otherwise cruel and polarized world could lead to some unexpected turn of events...

[pilot-nobody]

Hi, I'd love any commentary you might have for Leaving and Coming Back, or just ⭐️ for whatever you'd like to talk about, if you feel like it.

So @imposterzoe, I'll just include your answer here! :P

"Leaving and Coming Back" is a direct result of "Love and Loathing"! I believe that a few people left comments on the Suzanne chapter, and I had already wanted to do a version of that story from Suzanne's perspective.

I liked exploring the "why" she came back and thought that it would be much more interesting if it was because of Tessie rather than Ryan. Also this is where the Tessie/Suzanne started to happen in my brain.

The first version of this they were just friends but, again I over analyzed the one scene where Suzanne mentions Tessie, and thought that the whole idea would a lot more fun and interesting if they had been girlfriends.

Other than that, I really just liked the idea of Suzanne running and traveling and then coming home to see that the world had moved on... I just needed a reason for her to come back, which in the show I think was just a vague "I decided to stop running and face the music" which works! I just think that the show writer could have been more creative about it!

But I always kinda just assumed that, at the very least, Tessie and Suzanne had an awareness of each other but it's just so much more dramatic if they were lovers!!

And since I had done a fic from Tessie's perspective it was only fair to see the relationship from Suzanne's and thus "Leaving and Coming Back" happened! (not the best title but, oh well)

That said writing from Suzanne's perspective was a lot more difficult...I was a lot more worried that she would come across as OOC... But I think it went OK!

Sorry about the ramble!