#the afterword is way too long to put in the tags so please see the end of the chapter!

[99corentine]

Chapters: 50/50 Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Miraak, Male Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Miraak Characters: Male Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Miraak (Elder Scrolls), Lucien Flavius, Teldryn Sero, Hermaeus Mora

The time has come.

“So you spoke to him then,” she says briskly, the air between them growing steadily colder, sharper, “You had an opportunity to kill him and didn’t take it. If you talked to him about his plans for the future, obviously he’s going to tell you what you want to hear.”

He’s getting sterner as well: “I spoke to him at length about killing him, and that sufficiently re-confirmed what I’d already decided, which is that I’m not going to do it.”

She spreads her arms wide, an I give up gesture. “What do you want me to say, then? The Blade-oath binds us to kill monsters like Paarthurnax. If you won’t do it then you’re not a Blade, and you’re not welcome here until you do.”

“Delphine, I have had it,”  he snaps at last, his serene self-control splintering in the face of this audacity. His voice emerges low and guttural; both Delphine and Esbern flinch back, and behind him he can hear Lucien and Teldryn shifting anxiously as well. In his peripheral Miraak waits with expectant calm, and probably quite a satisfied look under that mask of his.

Chrysanthe speaks before anyone else has the chance to: “ You are not the leader of the Blades. I am.”

[nonbinaryemonugget]

Not-so-Happy Mother's Day (A Good Kid Fic)

I've decided I like Good Kid as a trilogy, but I'll probably post a mini-fic here and there for it. I said I might give you a fic for my birthday, and seeing as Mother's Day wasn't too long ago, I figured it was time you knew what happened to Virgil's mother.

Summary: Mother's Day has never been Virgil favorite. Despite his dads reassuring him that he doesn't have to tell them why, he eventually tells them anyway.

Ships: Pre-Established Romantic Logince, Pre-Established Romanic Anxceitmus

Warnings: Panic Attack, crying, family issues, abandonment, death mention, food mention

If you find any need for warnings, please let me know!

Tap-tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.

For a while, the nervous sound of Virgil drumming his fingers on the armrest are the only sound in the quiet house. Roman is sitting next to him, close but not touching. Logan's next to Roman, not wanting Virgil to feel trapped between them.

It helps, but just barely.

Virgil's still not sure how it ended up like this. Really, he figured the day'd go by like any other. Or, at least, he'd make it feel normal, and ignore the pangs that pressed too close to his heart. He'd be planning on ignoring the pressure on his chest.

Don't think about it.

But, as it turned out, it didn't help. Even though he'd tried spending most of the day away from home- whether it was helping Janus move in with his new dad, Patton, or hanging out with Remus until his moms came home. Heck, he'd even gone on a walk in the park (cutting off the trail to avoid the pond, of course) as a way to avoid his dads.

And yet, Virgil knew there was no way he could've avoided this. Actually, it probably would've been less suspicious to stay at home and barricade himself in his room.

So, here he was, seated next to Roman, his Padre, tapping nervously away while he tried to think of a way to voice his thoughts.

They had told him over and over that he didn't need to tell them what was going on. That they only wanted Virgil to share what he was comfortable sharing. But (strangely enough) Virgil had... wanted to tell them.

Now he just had to actually do it.

Which was significantly harder to do than deciding he wanted to.

Start simple, he told himself, like when you and Logan do a puzzle.

Still, he couldn't find the words.

Rip it off like a Band-Aid, Virgil took a breath, like when Roman's got exciting news.

Still, the house was silent. Virgil closed his eyes, stopped his incessant tapping, and stuffed his hands deep in his pocket. In, out. Breathe.

"It's Mother's Day." He said finally.

And that, of all things, broke the dam.

"Mother's Day used to be my favorite day. Me and my mom didn't have a lot of money, but on Mother's Day, Ma would let us go a bit crazy. Laser tag, pizza, a movie at the theater.." Virgil falls silent, taking a breath. "..and, a walk around the pond afterwords.."

"...I always got her little gifts, because I had nothing else to give her. Cards, or picture I drew. One year I painted her a rock, nothing else. But Ma always acted like they meant the world to her. She would put them in the safe with the actual valuables, like they were worth protecting. It meant a lot to me.

It must have meant a lot to her too."

Of course, Virgil was never sure if she did it for her or for him. And now he'd never be able to ask.

"It was only a few months before I got put into foster care, that things started... changing." Deep in his hoodie pocket, he could feel his fingernails digging into his palms.

"She wasn't around anymore. I don't know why, or what was going on. She always looked worried, and tired. And whenever I played with her, it felt like..." He shook his head, "Like she wanted to, but she was already.. I don't know, grieving?"

It was like she knew. Like she was planning it.

"And then.. uh-" Don't cry, don't cry, do not cry. Virgil took another deep breath, reminding himself that it was okay to cry. It was okay, and they'd understand. He still didn't want to though.

"Then one day-" He winced at the voice crack, shoulders tensing and then relaxing as Roman puts at hand on his arm. It's okay, it's fine, it's just Padre, just Roman.

And there's Logan, Pater, looking at him with concern and- Virgil realizes, holding up four fingers. Reminding him to breath. For a few wild moments, Virgil wants to laugh at the idea that he ever thought Logan hated him.

He takes a breath and, despite it being shakier than he would like, he manages to choke out what he's trying to say.

"One day she told me to-" Swallow, close your eyes, you're fine, "To stay home. That she'd be back soon. And then she just- she was just.. gone."

Vigil hears Roman suck in a breath,"Oh, Virgil-"

"And- and the worst part is-" Virgil can feel hot tears slowly start rolling down his face. But behind all the memory in his mind, a part of him notices he doesn't care. Pater and Padre, Logan and Roman, they're allowed to see him cry.

"The worst part is I don't know." He let out half a sob, finally giving voice to his worst fears. "I don't know if she left because she didn't love me anymore, or because she couldn't do it anymore, or because something happened. I don't know if she really left, or if she died, or- or-"

Virgil breaks off with another sob and before he knows it, he's being hugged. It's a strong, fatherly hug, with a tight squeeze and the feeling of being protected. Being loved.

It's a Roman hug, no doubt. But there, there's Logan holding Virgil's hands close to his chest, allowing Virgil to feel the steadying heartbeat. A technique they'd learned worked for Virgil shortly after what must have been the sixth panic attack.

(Logan told him that he was getting better. That Virgil's anxiety had been steadily improving. Sometimes, Virgil didn't feel like it, and then Roman would swoop in and make him feel brave again.)

"I just-" Virgil's broken voice was muffled by the hug, but not so much as to stop the sharp pain Roman and Logan both felt by it. "I don't want to- to believe that she- that she left. ...But it's the only thing I think makes sense."

Virgil still doesn't like Mother's Day. Not a bit. But, he realizes, surrounded by his new family- his real family- he doesn't have to.

Roman and Logan are always going to be there for him. They won't leave.

Virgil has a family. Roman, his Padre. Logan, his Pater. Janus and Remus, his boyfriends. Patton, and Remus's moms- the people who cared and loved for the people he loved. And they'll stay by his side forever.

Virgil has a family.

Finally.

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I swear this was supposed to be a mini-fic.

[wickedblue34]

The Whisperer Chapter 4

A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait you guys, but here's chapter 4. I hope you like it. Also, I'm sorry, but I don't have time to do my tag list today, I'm kinda posting this at work. Anyways, hope you all enjoy!!

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A little over a month had passed since you brought your new pack home, and a new routine has been developed in that time.

You now only work 4 days a week at the shelter, and when you weren't at work, you could be found cuddling up with your seven hybrids. Even the days you work have a new routine.

You'd wake up in a pile of bodies (they all refuse to sleep anywhere but with you, so you eventually got a bigger bed), crawl your way out of bed, take a shower, fix a quick breakfast, and eat with whoever is awake, making sure to leave enough for everyone else. Then you cuddle with Jimin -who still has a hard time every time you leave- as well as anyone that wants to join. After an hour of cuddles, you get one of the other hybrids to distract Jimin long enough to escape out the door without him trying to follow you, and head off to work.

When you get home, you'd be greeted at the door by everyone. After more cuddle time, you let them out into the back yard to play while you cook supper. Afterwords, you just spend time together as a big family, just doing whatever comes to mind.

Everything was going great, and you couldn't be happier.

Or so you thought...

One day, you came home and like usual, you were greeted at the door by everyone. Everyone except Jimin, that is. Glancing around the room, you started to panic when you didn't see your precious fox anywhere.

"Guys, where's Jimin?" You asked as you started walking through the house. Yoongi barked softly to get your attention. Turning to him, he began leading you to your bedroom, scratching at the closed door.

You looked at it in confusion. You never close the door, because you know they all like to nap in there during the day while you're gone. You thought that maybe he'd accidentally gotten shut in, so you rush to open it. You briefly saw Yoongi turn around and trot back into the living room, but paid no mind to it.

As it opened, you heard sniffling come from the bed. Looking towards the noise, your heart stopped at seeing a human sized lump under the covers.

"J-Jimin? Sweetie, is that you?" You asked quietly, shutting the door softly.

You saw the figure jump, whining as the sniffling got louder.

Walking to the bed, you sat down on the edge, gingerly placing your hand on the lump.

"Jimin, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I-I changed b-back. Now yo-you're not gonna want me a-anymore." He hiccuped. You were surprised at how light and airy his voice was, even though it was slightly hoarse from his crying.

"What? No, what makes you say that, sweetie? I'll always love you, no matter what form you take." You said, your heart breaking.

"M-my last owner said I was ugly in this form. That no one wants to look at my face. H-he said that, that's why he would give me those pills, so that no one would ever have to look at my hideous human face or body again." As he spoke, your anger at Bang Shihyuk rose to infinite levels.

You couldn't believe anyone would be so cruel as to make someone think so lowly of themselves. Determined to change that, you pushed away your thoughts of murder, intent on calming down your hybrid.

"Jimin, you are perfect the way you are. Whether you're in human form or fox form, it doesn't matter. You're still the same person, regardless. You're still sweet, kind, cuddly, and all around wonderful. I love you for who you are, and nothing is gonna change that. You are now, and forever will be, my sweet little jiminie. I'd sooner cut off my own hand than get rid of you or any of the others. I love you all so much that I don't think I'd ever be able to live without you guys in my life."

"R-really? You mean it?" He hiccupped hopefully. He inched the cover down so that you could now see his striking silver ears sticking out above his equally colored hair. Smiled when you saw the beautiful amber colored eyes that you'd come to love staring into, although you were saddened to see that they were red and puffy from his crying.

"Yes really, you silly fox." You giggled, reaching up to gently caress his hair.

"You're my pack, and pack sticks together no matter what, right?"

Jimi's reply came in the form of renewed sobbing, as he launched himself at you. He threw his arms around your shoulders as he nuzzled into your neck, holding onto you as if he was afraid you'd disappear.

You smiled softly as you wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back soothingly. You subconsciously began rocking him back and forth while humming- something your mother used to do for you when you were little.

Once he'd settled back down to just an occasional sniffle or two, you leaned back, pulling him just far enough away that you could see his face.

"Look at you, you're so handsome, Jimin. Bang must have been blind not to see that. You are easily the best looking fox I've ever seen." You cooed as you carefully wiped away the remaining tears that still managed to leak out.

You smiled when he just blushed, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment. Giggling, you pulled him back in for another hug.

"Gosh, you're just so darn cute!" You exclaimed.

"Thank you, Y/N. You're the best. I'm so glad you brought us home. And I'm also glad that I can finally say that I love you too."

He mumbled, nuzzling into your neck again.

Before you could reply, you heard a soft whine at the door. Gently pulling away from Jimin, you got up and opened it. You smiled softly at seeing the other six hybrids rush into the room and surround Jimin, immediately pouncing on the now laughing young man.

Your heart filled with joy as you listened to the sounds of all seven hybrids conversing with each other. Slowly piecing together by both Jimin's responses, and the pitches of the others' yips, growls, and purrs, that everyone was overjoyed for him and that they were all excited for their own shifting abilities to be returned.

You could also tell that by the blushes and embarrassed mumbles from Jimin, that they were also most likely reaffirming your earlier statement of his looks, and his feelings towards himself.

It was a well known fact that all hybrids could understand each other in both animal and human forms. Unfortunately for you though, your hybrid genes were so diluted that you didn't have that ability. However, your heightened senses did allow you to pick up certain nuances that let you know the hybrids' emotions.

Due to this, you were normally able to discern a general idea of the topic of discussion. I.E. whether the conversation was light hearted, sad, worried, or if they were having an argument about something.

Tearing your eyes from the heartwarming scene, you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat. Somehow, you suddenly felt like you were intruding on something personal. Looking down at your watch, you noted with surprise that you'd already been home for nearly two hours.

With one last lingering glance at the now cuddling hybrids on your bed, you quietly slipped out of the room and headed to the kitchen to start supper.

Not even ten minutes later, you were chopping veggies for the stir-fry you'd decided on, when you heard feet padding down the hallway towards your direction.

A few seconds passed before you felt a pair of arms wrap around your middle as a chest was pressed against your back.

"Why'd you leave?" Jimin asked. You smiled at hearing the pout in his voice.

"I had to get supper started, sweetie. It's getting late, and I'm sure everyone is hungry, since no one's eaten since breakfast." You stated, not taking your eyes off of the knife in your hands so as not to cut yourself.

"Besides, you all seemed pretty content, so I figured I'd leave you guys alone for a bit. I didn't want to intrude on you guys' moment." You added as you set the knife down. Patting his hands, you gently pulled away from him so you could place the now sliced veggies into a bowl.

Grabbing the strips of meat that you'd bought pre-cut, you rinsed it before putting it in the hot Wok that awaited you on the stove.

"You could have joined, you know. We wouldn't have minded. We also didn't mean to make you feel awkward or anything. I'm sorry if we did. Please don't be upset." He said quietly. Your heart twinged at the slight hints of guilt and remorse in his voice.

Immediately, you put down your spatula and turned to him and after seeing the slightly misty look to his eyes, you rushed to engulf him in a hug.

" You did nothing of the sort." You said firmly, looking into his eyes. " I understand that you guys have been through a lot together, and that you've all known each other much longer than I've known you. Meaning that while we may be close, you guys are that much closer. And I'm okay with that. I know that you will probably have a lot of things that you'd rather one of the others to help you with, than me. You guys were a pack, a family, first. I'm just the newcomer. Even though you've all been with me for nearly two months now, I don't expect you to just welcome me into every aspect of your lives right away- if ever- and I will not hold it against you if you don't. And I know I said earlier that we are a pack, and I truly feel that way, but just because I think of all of you as my pack, doesn't mean that I expect, nor do I have to be, accepted into yours." After a moment of silence, you pulled away from Jimin and moved back to the meat, not wanting it to burn.

A beat later, you felt him back hug you again as he nuzzled into your neck.

Hearing a loud whine to your left, you looked over to see that at some point during your little speech, everyone else had entered the kitchen, and were now watching you and Jimin with upset looks on their faces.

Yoongi, the one who'd whined, came up and nuzzled his face into your hip, Hoseok moving to join him. Reaching an arm down to pet them reassuringly, you didn't even notice Namjoon silently leave the kitchen.

"You ARE a member of our pack, Y/N. A very IMPORTANT member. You have been since the moment you stepped into that room back at the shelter. I'm so sorry if we ever made you feel otherwise. Please believe me when I tell you that you are probably the most important member we have, and we all love you very much. Yes, we may have known each other for longer, but it's different with you. Your place in the pack is different than the ones we have, yes, but only in the BEST way possible.." Jimin said shakily, as he breathed in your scent in order to keep himself calm.

Hearing Jimin speak so passionately, caused your breath to hitch in your throat, and your eyes burned with the urge to cry.

Moving the meat off the hot eye, you turned around in his arms to look him in the eyes as you placed your hands on his chest.

"How so?" You asked quietly. You both jumped when you unexpectedly heard a deep voice answer you from the doorway of the kitchen.

"You're our mate."

[softtofustew]

an odyssey | afterword

rating: T

pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Han Jisung

summary: Somewhere in the galaxy of the Stella Primum, Lieutenant Han is the best fighter on his team, a real ace shooter, with five gold stars to show. Too bad Second Lieutenant Hwang is not only great at battling the Ordinem, he’s also got disgustingly perfect looks to match, and now Jisung’s stuck in the same spaceship with him for possibly the most impossible task of their lives. Or the one where a rivalry is brewed across the skies and stars, until Jisung realises what there is to flying beside Hyunjin on a mission to save the galaxy.

if you haven’t read it yet, read here.

this is an afterword to ‘an odyssey’, where i write about the origin of the story, the characters, and my struggles of writing :’)

(i) The Origin

I’ve had this work in my WIPs since, believe it or not, January of this year. I’ve had this idea for so, so long. I wrote it intermittently throughout this year, with a scene or two in September, then October. 

Due to my exams, though, I couldn’t write as much as I wanted to. That’s why I only really started writing ‘an odyssey’ back in mid-November. The good thing was that I had more time to plan this out, because frankly, this is perhaps the heaviest fic I’ve written in terms of plot so far. 

I can’t for the life of me remember where this story idea planted itself in my head. All I knew was that I like space AUs, I adore Hyunjin and Jisung’s friendship, and I love enemies to lovers. Realising there weren’t any fics out there that combined the three, I knew it was my time to shine. Or something. 

(ii) The Plot

The plot was the trickiest to pull off. I’ve written an urban fantasy here and there, but I’m pretty sure if I reread them thoroughly, I’m bound to find a couple of plot holes. 

There were a lot of elements to cover: the Prophecy. The five gems. The push-pull relationship between Jisung and Hyunjin. The journey to discovering the whereabouts of the last Gemma. The last boss fight with a Governor who could wield the Force. There was!!!! So!!!! Much!!!! Going!!!! On!!!!!

Perhaps if I reread ‘an odyssey’, I might find another plot hole or two; who knows? For now, though, I feel quite contented with this work of mine. Considering it’s my first time writing something as long as this (50K+ are you kidding me?), I feel this is a first step for me to continue expanding my horizons when it comes to writing, to continue to challenge myself to write something different, something bold. Something new.

(iii) The Characters

I rewatched the Two Kids Room and One Kid Room episodes so many times, over and over again. There’s a reason why this story is centred around Jisung and Hyunjin, and why it’s written from Jisung’s perspective.

Their relationship is, after all, something coherently interesting. They really said “enemies to friends but make it irl”. I guess I took that concept and sort of exaggerated the extent of their ‘hate’ for each other, which isn’t exactly hate to begin with. The further you read on, the more you’ll realise that they don’t exactly hate each other — they just got off on the wrong footing, and have never tried turning back to start over once more.

It’s written from Jisung’s perspective because personally, I wanted the story to be told from the eyes of someone who was prideful, who was eager and determined, and who wanted to show his worth to everyone else. I feel like perhaps I didn’t expand on characterising Jisung to the fullest advantage possible, though, which remains a slight regret of mine. 

Another reason why I wanted this to be written from Jisung’s POV is because we can find out how Jisung feels about Hyunjin throughout the story. When he realises whose son Hyunjin is, he’s torn between wanting to pity Hyunjin and keeping things between them the same as they always have. (If I were in his position, though, I don’t know what I would have done lol.) It was hard to try and interpret his emotions, but there’s that.

Someone commented once asking if we’d ever get Hyunjin’s POV. Sadly, one of my biggest turn-offs is the switching of POVs in stories when it’s not entirely necessary haha. As much as I would want to know what Hyunjin is thinking when they’re arguing, or when they’re fighting, I like to keep on the suspension line. It gives you the feeling of immersing yourself as the Jisung in the story, of only seeing things from one perspective. 

As for the other characters, there wasn’t enough time to expand on all of them (for example, I mentioned Seungmin several times throughout the story, but really, he speaks only once haha). And as your fellow StayDay, it was definitely fun for me to include a few members of Day6. (please don’t ask me why I thought of ‘PJ and Honey’ while writing. I was probably hungry.)

I don’t know if I’ll continue to expand on the characters in this same universe, but it would be fun to think of the other relationships, for example Chan and Felix, or Changbin with Minho and Seungmin. (someone please save the seungbinho tag!!!!!!)

As far as characterisation goes, I’ve still got so much to learn. For now, though, I hope you enjoyed the dynamics between the characters and how Jisung and Hyunjin learnt to grow within a span of six chapters.

(iv) The Writing Process

Granted, the writing bit was a little easier in the beginning, but as I delved myself deeper into the story, I found it harder and harder to express the emotions I wanted to deliver in the story. One of the hardest chapters for me to write by far was the last chapter. I wrote two versions of the last chapter, simply because I felt the first version was too lacklustre for the ending of such a long story haha.

I had a clear outline of my story, but I did end up extending it from the initial 5 chapters to 6. For the first time, though, I didn’t add any random elements to the story, unlike how i wrote this story last year haha. The lesson I’ve learnt is that I should ALWAYS have a brief outline of the plot — detailed enough to cover the entire story, but brief enough to give me some creative freedom mid-writing.

The excitement of writing honestly wore off near the last few chapters. I’ve realised the importance of reading unfinished works in this way. Writers really need some form of motivation to keep them writing their chaptered works. So if you’re one of the real ones who started reading this even before it was completed, kudos to you. I really appreciate it.

Overall, writing this was fun. Hopefully I don’t need to do this again though; I absolutely hate writing chaptered fics because of all the time and effort put into them. I’d much rather be a ‘One-Shot Hotshot’ lol.

(v) The End (?)

I left a bit of wondering for the readers in the last chapter. If Atkins was able to wield the Force despite the false pretence that there was no longer any Force-wielders left in the universe, how many more of them could there be? 

That leaves an opening for me if I ever wish to return to this alternate universe sometime in the future. The Universe is ever-expanding, and so is our imagination.

(vi) The Inspiration

Obviously, I need to thank Star Wars. I also need to apologise because I absolutely butchered their universe. Fun fact: there was one huge plot hole I had to cover up halfway through writing. 

If you’re observant, you might remember the scene where Hyunjin asks Jisung why they didn’t just jump into hyperspace to reach Ilsanis. That’s because I was watching an episode of The Mandalorian where the Mando was forced to fly a ship without a hyperdrive engine, and I almost freaked out right there in the middle of the living room realising how weird that would be if I left the issue unattended in my own work (yikes). 

Long story short, I drew elements from the Star Wars universe and created a story of my own. I’ve been asked how I came up with the idea of the Prophecy. Frankly, I don’t know. My brain farts sometimes, I guess. Brain Farts = weird ideas that somehow make sense sometimes.

(vii) Lastly

If you have any more questions you’d like to ask (or plot holes to tell me about *shudders*), do leave me a question in my CC, or holler at me on Twitter (I’m hardly alive here on Tumblr haha). To anyone and everyone who has read ‘an odyssey’, I thank you.

This year has been a funky year, and even worse, it’s the year I had to take my IGCSEs. Writing has always been a way for me to create my own universe and release my tension and emotions, so not being able to write as much as I used to was a little tough. 

Writing will continue to be a medium for me to express my emotions and my thoughts while creating stories of my own, so simply by giving my fics a read, you’ve already fuelled my reason to continue to write. Thank you for all the support in ‘an odyssey’! 

(why did i write this entire monologue like i’m giving a speech at the Oscars or something lol im so dramatic :���))

[nico-idc]

This post is basically going to be me writing out a thought I've had recently, which then turned into a vent post. In case you didnt see the tags, I'll be mentioning self harm, covid 19, quarentine, and eating disorders, including my personal experience with all four. This post gets really dark, but gets a bit more optimistic towards the end (theres also a metaphor that compares mental health to a cliff or something like that). This post also goes into detail about what it's like going through this. If this bothers you, feel free to skip this post. If you have the same feelings I describe in this post, please seek help.

Of course, spreading awareness and educating people about things like self harm, and eating disorders is great. But, theres one major problem with spreading awareness about these problems. It shows people that it's a thing. Now, that may seem like a good thing. People should know that it's an issue, something that happens and could happen to someone they care about.

But it's not so great when a depressed 11 year old who has no idea how to cope with his depression comes across people talking about people cutting themselves. Now, all these posts mention that it's not a good thing to do. And that you should seek help if you have the urge to do this. And the 11 year old understands that, so he doesn't even think to try it.

But then, when that boy isnt doing as well as he was when he found those posts, the thought comes up again. He remembers that cutting himself is a thing people do, and they say it relives the emotional pain and the numbness for at least a little bit. So the boy gets up and grabs a pair of scissors, and drags it across his wrist. He does it once or twice more, before he stops. Because only a little but worth hurt, as long as he doesn't take it too far, right?

So now the boy is in a bit of a better place, he wouldnt have picked up those scissors for the first time in this state. But, now that hes done it before, he wants to do it again. He wants that brief escape that the blade of that pair of scissors gives him. So he does it again.

Skip to a few days later when the boy's doing the dishes. Theres a few sharp knives in the mix. The boy wouldn't have had any problem with this normally, hes been washing these knives for a year or two now. But, now that hes felt a blade go across his skin, he wonders what it would be like to use something sharper than a pair of scissors. What would it feel like to use a kitchen knife? So the boy tries to come up with a way to sneak a kitchen knife back to his room. Thankfully, the boy gets too scared to act on his plans, so he just sticks to the scissors.

But the boy began to like feeling the pain of those cuts. So when he would wash dishes, the boy would make sure to fully submerge his wrist in the hot water, which was as hot as the sink could get the water. Just to feel the sting.

Skip to a few months later. The boy gets an old hunting knife that belonged to his grandma. His parents didnt know of the cuts, and the boy was very responsible, so they didnt see a problem giving him a knife, as long as he promised to only use it with adult supervision. The boy agreed, but soon broke his promise.

Remember a few months ago, when the boy wanted to steal a kitchen knife to see watch it would feel like to use a knife instead of a pair of scissors. Well, the boy still had these thoughts. The only difference from a few months ago and now, is that the boy now has easy access to a knife.

So, the boy opens the knife, and puts the blade to his skin, and slices. This is the first time the boy managed to make his wrist bleed. The knife hurts a lot more than the scissors, so the boy does this a few more times, before he stops, and goes to the bathroom to clean off any dried blood. The boy doesn't use the knife often, only when things get really bad. He uses the scissors most often.

A few months later, the boy tells his parents that he thinks he has depression. His parents are supportive, and the boys dad isnt surprised. His parents suggest he starts going to therapy. The boy agrees, knowing that its not healthy to be feeling the way he is, and he wants to feel better.

So the boy goes to therapy, and the first appointment is just his therapist getting to know the boy, and his parents and brother are in the room for this appointment. The therapist asks the boy and his parents questions, and the boy answers honestly. Well, mostly honestly.

When the therapist asks the boy if he has ever harmed himself, the boy says no. The therapist accepts his answer, and moves on. At the end of the appointment, the therapist asks if there anything else the boy or his parents want to add. The boy, knowing that he has to tell his therapist about his cuts, says there is one thing, but he needs his brother to leave the room when he says it.

The boy is protective of his little brother, and doesn't want to be how his little brother finds out about self harm. He doesn't want to be the one who plants the idea in his brothers head that that's a thing. So the boy insists that his brother leaves the room.

Once the boys brother is in the hall, the boy rolls up his sweatshirt sleeve and says "I lied about not harming myself" and showed his mom, dad, and therapist the lines on his wrist. The boys mother is almost crying, and that makes the boy feel like it was a mistake to say anything. But theres no turning back now.

Nothing changes at home. The boys parents didnt take the knife away from him. They never checked on him when he locked himself in his room for hours at a time. The boys dad even gave him a multipurpose tool with two knives in it for Christmas that year.

Luckily, the boy quickly got out of his depression with the therapy and being able to see his friends again. But even now, two years later, when the boy is in a bad place, and looks back at how his parents didnt change anything for him when he was self harming, and he wonders if they really cared that he was dragging scissors across his wrists once a week.

Skip to two years later, and the boy is sitting in health class. The boy had always been insecure about his weight, so when the teacher said that they would be learning about eating disorders, the boy fell into a similar hole to the one he was in 2 years ago.

Now, they boy has heard of anorexia and bulimia before. But now hes learning all about it. Now hes learning how quickly people loose a few pounds, just by skipping a few meals.

Now, the boy sees an option to loose the weight that hes had all is life, that he can't seem to drop. So, the boy begins to wonder if he could get away with just not eating.

Thankfully, the boys mother is up when the boy leaves for school, and always makes sure the boy eats a good breakfast. So hell get at least one meal a day. And his friends arent going to let him skip lunch. So that's 2 meals a day. And then, his mother always makes dinner, and the boy has no choice but to eat it. It would be easier to convince his friends that he didnt need lunch for a month than to get away with skipping dinner.

So the boy couldn't starve himself. So he thought about just throwing up afterwords. But he quickly realised that wouldnt work either. He wouldnt have time in the morning to get ready for school, eat, throw it up, and then hide it from his mom. So he couldn't throw up breakfast. Then at lunch it wouldnt work because his friends would notice if he was always running to the bathroom after lunch. And then at dinner, his mom would hear him.

Once he realised that he couldn't starve himself, and he couldn't throw his food up, he gave up on the idea all together pretty quickly. And he got better. He got out of the dark place he was in and was doing good, if not great, for a few months.

But then Covid 19 hit. The thin ground that the boy had just managed to get himself up on a few months before, started crumbling. Suddenly, his friends weren't there to calm him down when he had a random breakdown. Suddenly, his friends weren't there to stop him from skipping lunch. Suddenly, his mom wasn't making him breakfast anymore. Or dinner really. Suddenly, the boy lost his appetite Suddenly, the boy lost all the things that kept him from getting an eating disorder.

Luckily, the boy had a few ledges that he could grasp onto to keep himself from falling into a deep, dark pit. He and his friends video called a lot. He was able to meet up with his boyfriend a bit. He began listening to MCR, and P!ATD, which gave him songs that he could scream to when he wanted to cry. He started watching more youtube, and he found some youtubers that he really liked, that made him smile and laugh when he felt like crying. He found youtubers that were a part of the LGBT+ community. He found youtubers that had anxiety. He found youtubers that had depression. He found fandoms that accepted anyone and everyone.

Thanks to these ledges, the boy was able to keep himself out of the deep dark pit he had fallen into when he was 11. Thanks to these ledges, the boy valued his own health, and made sure to eat at reasonable times. He made sure to get enough sleep. He made sure that he kept himself from falling into the pit. He tried to keep finding ledges, and he did. He slowly kept finding more. Hes still holding on to these ledges, but it's getting easier. He no longer has to cling to each ledge, he can sit and relax for a minute. He can keep going up. Every now and then a ledge crumbles a bit beneath his feet, but he has more that he can catch himself on.

[the-prophet-lemonade]

21, 44, 26 ❤️

21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

it was very much an oc-insert fullmetal alchemist fanfiction that i wrote circa 2007 ... it was so full of ocs that it was barely recognizable as fma derivative ... literally the canon characters only had passing cameos and the rest was just my own characters in an alchemy-based universe lmfao

i can’t remember the plot ... the main character was an alchemist like edward who doesn’t need circles as they’ve seen the gate of truth, and the story started with her looking for her parents’ murderers, and along the way, collecting a rag tag bunch of misfits as her team ... very indulgent, but i was 12 years old and living my fantasy ya feel 

it was about 120 chapters long (but each chapter was maybe 300 words max lol) and i think i got halfway through a sequel? i can’t remember. it was posted in a very obscure portion of the internet ... 

26. How do you come up with your fanfic titles?

i mainly borrow ideas from poetry and music for my fic titles/chapter titles ... richard siken, ocean vuong, and traci brimhall are my biggest inspirations at the moment. i put a lot of work and thought into my fic titles these days as i like to play around with meaning and symbolism a whole lot (even if 99% of people won’t know or understand my references lmfao)

breaking down some of my fic titles:

a cold night for good deeds: this is derivative of “a cold night for alligators”, which has absolutely nothing to do with the fic but i really like the sound and the symmetry of the words. there are a lot of interesting vowel sounds in this title too, especially the clipped “o” sounds, which has a particular pathetic fallacy to me (a cold city, a harsh wind, a storm, the drumbeat of rain etc).

droplets: one word punchy title is easy to market and easy to remember, and seeing as water is an extended metaphor in this fic ... and given That Line in chapter 19 when jean tells marco he loves him ... it works pretty well

whosoever’s is the storm: derivative of a latin proverb (”Cuius est solum, eius est usque ad coelum et ad inferos.”), appropriate for the source material and its canonical themes 

another lover hits the universe: derivative of an allen ginsberg quote (”Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.”), especially appropriate given the themes of reincarnation in this fic

verdant night and unmet people: lifted from a phrase in an article i read about the folly of being 20-something, but also has a link to the green light at the end of gatsby’s pier, which is highly appropriate given the setting of this fic lol

as your sun sets (i know you in bleary-eyed 3am): two lines from a poem by naiche parker that i mashed together ... it presents the theme of the fic very succinctly, an intimacy stretched across two places at once, two different time zones.

after dark: named after my fave murakami novella which has very little to do with the themes of fic, but is written with the beautiful detached quality where individual moments that don’t always fit together seamlessly are stitched together into a story, which works nicely for a vignette-style piece

anaphora in the aftermath (of love and violence): i saw the word anaphora in a poem by ocean vuong and loved it, and the stylised the rest of the title a la richard siken. anaphora is repetition of a certain word/phrase at the beginning of successive clauses, and in this fic, the anaphora is alec’s “i love you” confession, and the central theme is how it ripples unspoken through the moments afterwords. 

ghosts that we knew: named after a mumford & sons song ... it’s a fic about ghosts ... go figure 

i like things that are aesthetically pleasing as well, so i am very particular with word choices, format, sound, and rhythm. for example, you will n e v e r see me titling a fic with an indefinite clause (e.g. “to [something]” or “of [something]”) as it makes me irrationally uncomfortable lmfao

i also always avoid vague nouns and pronoun-heavy titles, as i don’t think they make for eye-catching or memorable titles. you need something punchy or something beautiful and extravagant. i like to lead with a strong concept, particularly a visual/dynamic noun or verb (e.g. “as your sun sets (i know you in bleary-eyed 3am”, “droplets”, “whosoever’s is the storm”, “another lover hits the universe”, etc)

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention? 

seeing as i’m in the depths of a got hyperfixation, let’s go for podsa!!!!!! 

sansa has a plethora of ships (of varying quality lmfao) but one of my new faves is sansa and podrick! a lot of this emerged post-season 8 after pod became a knight and got me thinking about how sansa used to pray for the gods to send her a “noble and true knight to champion her” and like ... who is more noble ... than pod (well, besides ser brienne, but briensa is a god tier ship all of its own). anyway, sansa stark deserves a man who will love and respect her and defer to her at all costs, and pod would be good husband material. 

they also have shared history, with both of them living in KL in seasons 2 & 3 and i love the idea that pod had a crush on sansa then, but she was beautiful and sad and unattainable, and obvs she was married to tyrion, who pod was squiring for ... THE ANGST POSSIBILITIES. sansa probably rarely noticed him, but i like to imagine, later, when pod and brienne rescue sansa from the boltons, sansa starts noticing what a fine young man pod has become, and then when he is a knight and she is a queen, she’s like ... “damn son u fill out that gold armour real nice” and then she gets her much deserved happily ever after and ... i guess i’ve thought about this a lot

ask me fanfiction questions

[shima-draws]

The RG Project v 2.0

It’s here, it’s here at last! I have finally finished updating the RG Project and have brought to you a better, shiny version with a whole bunch of new things in store!

A couple things to note, for those of you who haven’t played the first version before:

★ To put things simply, this is the exact same FireRed you're all used to playing. Except...your rival isn't a total jerk and actually genuinely cares about you! He flirts with the player character throughout the entirety of the game. I originally intended this to be for GREEN and RED (hence the name the RG project), though Blue/Leaf is still a playable character, of course. It just works better if you play as Red!

★ The game needs an emulator to run it. I’ve included that in the project folder, so no worries about hunting one down later!

★ I also put in a very vital read me text inside of the folder as well. Please, please please read that before you start the game. It has all of the proper instructions of how to set it up, along with everything else I’ve added into the game.

★ Here’s some of the changes from the main game besides the obvious: -Red’s sprites are actually those of the Red from the original RGBY. (I like OG Red better, I’m sorry. I had to change it lol) Blue/Leaf’s sprites have not changed. -Pikachu’s chances of being encountered in Viridian Forest have risen immensely. (That way you don’t have to search for 3 hours trying to find one.) -Bulbasaur, Charmander and Squirtle are available for capture on routes 24, 9 and 6, respectively. (All in the grass, no surfing required. But take warning that their appearance rates are pretty low, so you might be searching for a while!) -Eevee’s gender ratio has changed so there is a 50/50 chance for it to be a male or female. The starters have changed to 65% male, 35% female. -Chances of encountering a shiny Pokemon are at 3% (which is HUGE compared to the 0.000122% percent chance it was before). -Legendary Pokemon have higher capture rates (easier capture). -All 150 Pokemon are available in this game. (For real this time. I promise.) -You can buy sun stones and moon stones at Celedon Dept. Additionally, the price of stat boosting items and TMs have decreased exponentially! -There’s some extra Easter Eggs I threw in there as well! (References to my other Pokemon hack, Pokemon Legends!) -You can go to Navel Rock and Birth Island by getting the tickets from Four Island from a special character.

★ IMPORTANT! I added a bit of extra dialogue at the VERY end of the game! When you first start out you’ll notice that there’s a set of stairs in your rival’s house that wasn’t there in the original FRLG, and that there’s a Clefairy blocking the way. This is on purpose. In order to get to the extra dialogue and explore your rival’s room, you have to get through the Sevii Islands quest and find your rival’s room key after your last encounter on Six Island. Using the room key, you can give it to Clefairy, who will unlock the door and abruptly disappear afterwords (I didn’t feel like fixing it even though it’s really weird, it just vanishes in front of you lmfao). I hope you all enjoy the super cheesy yet adorably romantic extra dialogue! And you can access it whenever you want! (Green will repeat it over and over. It’s lovely.)

There’s bits of dialogue from other characters talking about you and your rival, so you’ll have to keep an eye out to catch them all! There’s a lot more changed dialogue from last time, and while some of the lines are a bit cheesy (then again, all Pokemon games can be cheesy at times lol) they’re pretty enjoyable to read.

★ If you have the old RG Project file, your save will not transfer over. I repeat, your save will not transfer over. This is an entirely new game, so you won’t be able to pick up where you last left off on the older version–you have to start from the very beginning!

★ And lastly, if there are any bugs besides those that have already been stated within the txt file, please let me know and I will do my best to fix them!

★ I’ll leave you with one more message before giving you the download link. PLEASE DO NOT REUPLOAD THIS GAME. If I find that it’s been uploaded anywhere else than where I originally uploaded it, I will get it taken down and then I will take down the original file myself. If I discover anyone has stolen my work, I will take this game off the Internet permanently. Again, let me repeat: YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED, AND YOU SHALL ABSOLUTELY NOT REDISTRIBUTE THIS GAME. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Okay! Now that that’s been cleared up, have fun, enjoy yourselves and let me know what you think! You are more than welcome to upload screenshots as long as you credit me/tag me. I’d love to see your playthrough and opinions!

If you have any problems, let me know! Shoot me a message and we can try to figure it out together. Though, my instructions in the txt file are very clear, so it shouldn’t be too hard to figure out I think. Hopefully there aren’t any bugs or glitches since I haven’t tested the entire game myself, but I’ll fix them when needed!

The download is in a .zip folder, so you’ll have to extract it yourself.

And here it is!

Thank you so much for reading, and please enjoy ===THE RG PROJECT V 2.0=== AKA Pokemon HeartRed

EDIT: I had to reupload it again I’M SORRY the dialogue at the end was all screwed up but it should be good now!

[tarotketa]

TAROT TIPS for Beginners

There’s a lot of tip posts out there but I thought I’d just post a few of my own. These work if you’re just getting started or just thinking about getting started.

Finding the deck for you

IT IS NOT BAD LUCK TO BUY YOUR OWN DECK! Please, it’s alright, and it doesn’t have to be new either. Take your time, shop online and/or offline at local book stores or metaphysical shops, find the deck that really calls to you and buy it. DO NOT steal a deck. I shouldn’t have to tell you that it’s immoral (especially when it comes to taking from shops that are probably struggling to stay afloat) but it’s also illegal. If you still feel weary of buying your own deck, have a supportive friend or family member buy it for you. 

Shop around for your deck, there are lots of places to look. I could provide you links but honestly, google is your friend.

Don’t feel pressured to get a standard Rider-Waite over a stylized one. Get whatever speaks to you. Tarot is very visual, and so if the visuals on the cards don’t speak to you, you’ll have a harder time reading the cards. A standard RW deck will fit more book definitions and imagery, but by no means is it the deck you *have* to start off with.

So you have a deck, now what?

First thing you’re going to want to do is charge and cleanse your deck. What do I mean by charge? To charge is to attune the deck to your personal energy. You can do this many different ways:

Leave the deck under your bed/pillow for a few nights (I have never done this, sounds uncomfortable, but w/e floats your boat.)

Leave it on your altar with some personal items/crystals/trinkets for a night or two.

Wrap it in a cloth or place it in a bag or box of your choosing, maybe add some personal items or touches and leave it there for a little while, maybe carry it in your purse or bag, whatever feels right.

Once it’s charged/attune you’ll be ready to give it some good shuffles and start reading. If you bought it used or you think it might have been handled a lot before you got it, you’ll want to cleanse it. Cleansing is great before you charge it to get rid of any lingering energies or in-between readings to keep it fresh. You can do this a few different ways:

For a light cleanse pass the cards through some incense smoke. Lot of people ask, which kind of incense? And honestly, I’m sure there are people that will tell you a certain one is better than another, but I just use whatever I feel like using. 

For a medium cleanse use the incense and then leave the deck out (on your altar or dresser for example) with some quarts crystal on top of it. Quarts is great for absorbing negative energies. 

For a heavy duty cleanse (and keep in mind, I’ve only had to do this once), use the incense, then place the deck on a plate or flat surface with the quartz on top. Then put a salt circle around the deck (around the edges of the plate, try not to get too much on your cards since salt may damage them.) How long you leave it there is up to you. You might want to give it another pass through incense afterwords and re-attune it to your energy again.

All charged and ready to go, what now?

START READING. Shuffle cut and deal, my witches. It’s as simple as that. If you want to read the booklet that came with your deck (most do, but not all) then go for it. (If it didn’t include a booklet, you can easily find the information online for free.) You might find some test spreads in that book. By all means, try them out! But don’t feel trapped by using spreads--free styling is good too!

Read for yourself and anyone that will let you. Do a morning reading to see what your day will be like, or ask any question you feel like. Do readings for your friends and family! Practice practice practice!

Don’t be afraid of getting it “wrong”! Even people (like me) who have been reading Tarot for years get stumped on the meanings of the cards sometimes or misread the message they were trying to send. It’s okay!

Follow your gut. Your intuition is what will help you read the cards way better than just memorizing the meanings you found in a book or online. It takes time to trust that gut feeling though, so don’t be hard on yourself if you struggle in the beginning. 

Record your readings! Be sure to include what you asked, what deck you used, what the book says it meant, and what you think it means. It’s great to go back (sometime later) and see how you were right or if the cards meant something else.

Take it one card at a time. Tarot has a lot of cards, each card is full of dozens of meanings and interpretation. It’s daunting at first, so start slow, one card at a time. You could pull a card daily to study, or just go in order. While you study traditional/book meanings, make sure to leave room in your notes for your own thoughts and feelings about each card. There is no right or wrong way to read a card.

Having trouble narrowing down the meaning of the card? I see a lot of beginners struggle with this part, and I don’t blame them. There are a few things that will help you narrow it down. First is what was the context of your question? How can it apply to the situation you were inquiring about can help narrow it down. Taking into consideration the cards around it may also help (assuming you pulled more. If you didn’t, some people pull a  clarifying card, which is another card to help narrow down the answer.) If all that still has you stumped, write it down and come back to it later, it may come to you.

Patience is a virtue. Time is your friend in tarot, especially when it comes to growing, understanding, and learning. There will come a time when you need to step away from Tarot, and that’s okay. Give yourself time to understand it, and know that as soon as you think you’ve “got it figured out”, the cards will always come back to surprise you.

I hope these tips helped. Like I said, there are a lot of great tip posts out there that go into more detail. A search through the #tarot tag should help! Best wishes! <3 

[xwishfulxdesiresx]

Rules For This Blog:

[This is a supernatural Fandomless adult theme side blog for all the oc/canon characters I rp. As well as a made up town so supernatural beings can be safe. I have no lore about the town so you don’t have to worry about rules or anything like that. The reason I’m doing this is, because I don’t want it to clutter my blogs with the verses and other things as well. Now the rules, and more reasoning as to why this blog is the way it is.] Now here are the rules for the blog: -These icons, images, and gifs are not owned by me. They belong there there original creator/respected owners. There are some I made, and taken from official manga, but I rather not address them, due to laziness. -My fandom (FGO/Arknights) muses are in a modern verse. So know they are not the same person as they would be in there world. They are different people with different lives. -Same for my fandom Ocs (Quinn and Dimitri), and if you have come from another blog to rp with them, then know you have three verses to pick from. -Everything on this blog is not connected or canon to my other blogs. (eternal-servants-of-old, and asexual-incubus.) -The blog has city of it’s own. So know that if we rp I might think we are setting it there with out talking or plotting about it before hand.    - This blog is very OC friendly. Give me your ocs please! I want to see the ocs you wrote so hard to make. -This is a multi-muse/multi verse blog. No cheating will happen on here, and each ship is set in there own universe. - Okay it’s a adult blog for both themes and the characters ages. This blog will deal of themes of drinking, smoking, consensual sex, light bullying from some character’s bio, and one of my oc has a past abusive relationship. These will be tagged in there bios. So that way you can prepare yourselves or not read it if it’s too much for you. Don’t force yourself if you don’t want to. It’s okay to ignore a character on here. -Triggers: Okay I had to think about this and look at blogs but blood (No Gore), fangs/teeth, and monsters with eyes, werewolfs or Yoakis (These are not furries. I don’t know what to tell you.) mentions of suicide are okay on this blog. I will tag them like the eye one being body horror. so no one can see them, but if I forget to tag something please remind me in cause there is a chance I forgot to. -Ruby aka host/hostess club verse has drinking in it. And to those who don’t like drinking or alcohol know, that the ruby menu page has it where the first thing you see is alcoholic drinks. I have non alcoholic drinks as well, but if you can’t handle anything involving drinking, then this verse might not be for you. -The Blue Rose aka the Brothel verse has nsfw things in it. Now I will not go into the darker side of people who work in places like this. Its a safe verse, and if you don’t mind smut, then this verse might be for you. -The Royal Chow Chow Cafe aka the Cafe Verse has food in it. This is to those that don’t like to see food, and I will not tag food being mentioned cause sorry I think that’s dumb. I will only tag food photos never rps. So if that’s not your thing, then block me and move on. -On the topic of this blog being adult it doesn’t mean mostly sex or anything nsfw. It means adult topics, and plots. If you are not okay with that and want a pure smut blog, then sorry to say, but this blog is not for you and you can unfollow or block me if you so wish it. - I will try my best to tag things. The tags will be ’“//Abuse Mention” “//Drinking Mention” and so on. Meaning it will be under //Mention tag. - I will put my NSFW threads in keep reading.. -In the NSFW threads I will tag them as lemon for sex/smut, bdsm as bd/sm, and tag kinks as K!nk  in case no one wants to read it. - I don’t do smut with anyone. One, you can’t be underage to rp smut with me, and if you are 18 and over, then understand I ship off chemistry. One night stands are a thing here, but if I can’t work with the rp, then understand I will drop it. - if you want your muse to have a sexual relationship but do not want to write it then know I can do fate to blacks and plot with you on how our muses feel afterwords if you like. - Speaking of underage, if you have a under aged muse, and want to write smut with me, then I will block you and it will be the end of it. - I’m going to be a bit selective with smut. Sorry, I just can’t do it with strangers with a drop of a hat. So we would need to build on our muses interactions. We can even plot what kind if you are up for it. My DMs are always open. - I am open for plots whenever, but if I am late to a message, then know I will get to it between a day or a week. It depends on how my IRL is at the moment. - I don’t do the “only manuals should rp with me” thing. But if I don’t follow you then there is a change that I might not want to rp with you. It’s nothing bad really. Most of the time that it has happen was with very dark blogs. So if you don’t have that then don’t worry about it. - I don’t rp with blogs that use real life people. Like youtubers, movie stars, or tv actors. Sorry just not comfortable with it. -I also don’t rp with blogs that use kid cartoon characters or ponies. Adult cartoon characters i will be okay with and iffy with some. - Do not rp with me if you have things I don’t like: Cannibalism, forcing my muse to do things for your muse kink wise, and are a dick. Try it any of these things on my muses, and I will block you. Things I will do that I never have a single problem with. Also addressing somethings: - If you want to rp a event with my muses by discord. Then I am fine with giving you my Discord name. Just ask by mailing me a tumblr message and, I will tell you my username. - This blog is Multiship and Multiverse friendly.- This blog It’s okay with some crossovers and most canon characters. And it goes with out saying as well as ocs. Just don’t do anything crazy. Also I can not rp with fandoms I do not know. Sorry but, I lack that kind of skill. - The character I rp dose not equal me. And I don’t equal them. - You don’t have to match my length in a rp. But please don’t do short one liners over and over again. I find those dull, and will lose interest in the rp. - I didn’t come to Tumblr to find someone to date or be with romantically or sexually involved with. So if you confess to me then, I will just deny you on the spot and, that will be the end of it. About certain muses: I have two trans muses. one I do not feel ready to talk about or point out on this blog, and another one, Quinn who you can see is trans in there bio, and in all verses. Knowing this, please be respectful of these muses. You can hate them for there personality, actions, or just your muse not liking them for what ever reason, but do not be a terf. You will be blocked. Balan is someone you can not smut. BUT if you want to do a long thread of your muse going through Wonderworld, only for Balan and your muse developing feelings for each other, and the heartache of them having to say good-bye, then we can do that sad fairy tale shit! Kinks/Ideas: Yes we are finally here! Kinks and things I’m fine with. If you don’t see a kink or thing you want to rp, then there is a chance, that I don’t like it or forgot to put it on here. Also my muses have a kink list so it should make things easier on you. But if you still don’t see anything you want to be addressed, then go to my inbox to remind me or to see if I’m down or not writing it. -Kinks: bondage, tentacles, boob job, blow jobs, handjob, blindfolds, light spanking, chocking, riding, mutual masturbation, masturbation, pegging, crossdressing, toys, phone sex, humiliation, monsters (Depends), NSFW Audio, edging, lingerie, quick/long orgasm, threesomes, begging, teasing, light dirty talk, overstimulation, more then one round of sex, biting/marking, size difference, after care, and vanilla. -Kinks that get passes from me, but I will not write it a lot: Angry sex (consensual on both people), Woman with normal sizes or small male members, Guys with a lower female part. (I am not writing the slay terms you can’t make me.) - The ones above will be tagged as //not for your eyes as well as under keep reading. You do no have to like this, which is fine, but know I am doing everything I can to make everyone comfortable on this blog -Ideas: Unrequited love/onesided love, one night stands, friends with benefits, crazed love to the point of obsession (No killing or anything abusive if you please), friends who just want to help another friend out by making it a monthly or weekly thing, booty call, romantic love, and just fluffy cute couple stuff. -Kinks I will not do: Pedophelia, bestiality (furries count), anything with human waste, watersport, vore, gore, guro, eating a person, over eating or forcing someone to eat more food, non-con/dubcon, knife kink, mind break, incest, drugging people, hypnosis, cheating (Yes some people get off on this), breeding or anything with pregnancy, anything with feet, and body horror. [The list might get bigger over time. As of right now this is the things I will not do.] -You and not liking a kink: Look going to say this right now. I will NEVER force something your muse or the mun is uncomfortable with. That’s not me, but if you come to me and want to try out something, due to thinking about it, and want to see if it will be your thing. Then also know, that I’m okay with that, and if you say you are not feeling it, then I will stop everything, and give you the understanding of just experimenting with your writing. (Yup. That’s pretty much it. These rules might be updated at a later time, but for now it’s good.)

[kingcullywully]

Always the Hero

You were always the hero.

Doing adventurous and dangerous quests to the most simplest and menial tasks. From traveling to a realm filled with spirits in different shapes and beings alike to finding an amulet for a citizen’s one love.

Always acting for others, always wanting to please and to calm. Never relaxing, never sleeping, always tired and wanting to act the sloth and just lay in your bed all day.

Yet always filled with energy, wanting to find new ruins or quests to do. Always fighting, adrenaline singing in your veins, eyes wide and lips curved in a rare grin when you find something new and unknown, thinking in your mind on why you would want to rest when there is so much more to explore.

You were Dovahkiin, the Dragonborn.

The Honoured Thane of all Skyrim, Harbinger of the Companions, Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, Listener and Leader of the Dark Brotherhood, Guild-Master of the Thieves Guild, Member of the Bards College, Beloved Apprentice of the Greybeards, Vampire Lord of the Volkihar Clan, Savior of Solstheim, The Victorious Conqueror of Solitude, Peacemaker, Stormblade, Champion of the Nine Divines and Champion of some Daedric Princes, Dragon Priest Slayer, Honorary Member of the Moth Priests, Dwemer Expert, Bounty and Treasure Hunter, Master of the Thu'um, and Vanquisher of the World-Eater Alduin.

So many titles, so many burdens upon your shoulders. Everyone looks to you with hope or fear in their gazes, because of how much power you bear and the many ways you can use it. The responsibilities were endless, always stressed, always tense, always trying to stay two steps ahead of the enemy;whether real or in your mind.

Always rescuing. Yet always killing. Always giving. Yet always stealing. Always finding friends. Yet always being betrayed. A constant cycle, a cycle that has long been in the spectrum of different shades of grey. No longer are actions and choices black and white. Some days you find yourself choosing a light grey, always soothing for your heart that is always being cracked. Always warm.

Other days your choices are too dark, too dirty. Your silence was the strongest those days, for you were screaming in your mind at this madness. Surely you will become mad! The thought of joining Sheogorath in his realm scared you those days. But then you calmed yourself, remembering how the Daedric Prince was, and how you couldn’t help but smile when you were temporarily in his realm for that quest. The Prince was odd and certainly mad, but he was fun and interesting. With this, the darkness soon washes away, but it never gets rid of the stain in your mind and heart.

All these actions, all these choices, all these titles and groups that were yours for you were their trusted and valuable leader.

And yet, at the end of the day, you were just (Y/N). Friends with your once superiors now followers. Even friends with at least two Daedric Princes and friends of dragons. That’s all you wished to be, yet you were so much more.

So much more then you wanted. You never wanted this, never wanted to be the fated hero and savior of the world like something out of a story or legend.

But you were. You’re a hero. A legend.

The day you defeated Alduin you knew Sovngarde would be where you would rest once you die, if not Alduin, then surely all the other tasks you have accomplished. Regardless of race, you knew this.

You’re so much. Yet you did not want to be such.

The day came where you had enough of Skyrim. Where you already explored every ruin, every cave, every rune for a new Shout, every village, every city, every island, every possible realm you can enter, and even every crevice no matter how small.

You were here for so long, surely you would miss your now and only home? The place that held so many comrades, young and old, from Khajit to Nord, mortal or immortal, would you leave them?

Your answer that was before just long and hesistant consideration is now a strong yes in your mind.

You wish to see something new. Not the same land filled with so much sadness and pain, yet happy times and victory. You seek new adventures that would make your blood sing, for it has been long since a quest made you feel such. For menial tasks always made your eyes dead, gait sluggish for you were bored. The gratitude though from the person who asked, made you feel better. The reward of money was now just a plus, a plus that you are growing to believe is unneeded for there is not much of anything you wish to buy in this land. Not anymore.

So you went to the best port of Skyrim, which is in the coast of Solitude. Thankfully the Dainty Sload was still there, for it was the ship you have chosen to carry you in this unique adventure. You climbed aboard, familiarizing yourself once more about the vessel that used to be home of the Corsairs. You knew how to control a ship, and you are sure you will be able to handle it by yourself. Once you were ready, you gazed at Skyrim for one final time. As well as Tamriel.

You do not want to be in this country, believing the other provinces would just be filled with nothing but the same like Skyrim. You want something completely new, completely strange.

You want something unknown.

For even though you deny it, you are an adventurer, therefore a hero. Always excited at new lands, new people, and new quests. It’s just you did not enjoy how others looked at you afterwords. Their awefilled gazes, with hope shining in their pupils as they asked for more favors always expecting for you to succeed because you are the legend, the Dragonborn.

Your gaze was sad as you looked at Solitude, the only city that will see you off. If you had a choice, you would rather see off Whiterun. But alas, Whiterun is near no ocean nor rivers that will eventually lead to one. You gazed at the architecture, your well trained and farseeing eyes taking everything in. You turned, quickly.

Not wanting your mind to think of the prisoners of the Civil War under the Blue Palace, nor of Viarmo the Headmaster of the Bard’s College, or the children who enjoyed playing tag and hide and seek with you.

You prepared the sails to distract yourself from your memories, when your ear twitched.

“Wait!”

Your eyes widened, recognizing the voice, and turned. There was your friend, Serana staring at you with those yellow orange eyes of hers with confused betrayal underneath her pulled up hood to protect her from the sun as she stood at the wooden pier. You stared, not expecting her to be here. You told her to go back home and stay at her castle. Why is she here? That is what you asked, and it caused her fists to clench.

“Why am I here?! You’re leaving! You were going to leave and just leave me here alone. How could you do that?!” The vampire’s voice cracked, eyes filled with tears refused to fall. It made your cracked heart break a little more.

“You weren’t going to be alone, Garen is there as well as the others even though their company can be rather sour—“

She interrupted with a fierce glare and snarl.

“You know that is not what I meant! And at this point, I know you more then I know them. You are my only family left (Y/N). The only one I can fully trust and not use me, who truly cares for me.” You knew she was talking about her mother, Valerica who put Serana to sleep for thousands of years without explaining. The statement only made your brows furrow with emotion. “But then you left me. I know you, how you are. Just like you know me and how I hate being alone. You…” the woman looked down to the ground, pausing, there was a pained silence between the two of you. When she looked up, you tried to not jump off the ship and hug her tight.

“You…you were going to leave me. And never come back.”

She was crying. And your will of leaving this land wavered for a moment.

Only for the littlest of moments.

“You know there is nothing left for me to do here. You say you know me, then you know why I’m doing this.”

‘To escape. To learn. For freedom. For adventure. To forget.’

You continued.

“Skyrim…I have done what I could here. And with what I did with Alduin, I have done enough for Tamriel as well. There’s more to this world then this country, I know there is.” You turned your eyes to the sea, (e/c) eyes distant. Mind in a whirl on just how much different other places are from Tamriel. “I wish to leave this place.” You turned your head back, noticing that Serana was quickly climbing up to the ship. You rose your brow with a disapproving frown.

“What are you doing?” She looked at you with blazing orange eyes, pausing on her movement up the rope ladder on the side of the ship.

“I’m coming with you.”

“No. You are not. It’s too dangerous—“

“And it isn’t dangerous for you?!” She was now on the ship, getting close to your body with her finger waving at your chest. “You think just cause you’ve done all these things that you cannot die? You don’t even know much about the other continents of this world. Of Akavir, Thras, Pyandonea, and Atmora. As well as the destroyed Yokuda and Aldmeris. I can take care of myself, and we have plenty of Bloodcursed Elven Arrows if things become too much. Do you not have faith in my capabilities?”

You do. She’s quite a fighter. It’s just what you seek is something even more outrageous then Serana believes.

“Don’t misunderstand Serana. I know how strong you are, it’s just…I wish for the unknown, my friend. This world, it’s grand isn’t it?” You began walking around, motioning your hands to your sides, your voice slowly getting more animated. “So much mystery, so many places lost as well as races like the Dwemer and Snow Elves who sadly became Falmer. The majority of races came to Tamriel from somewhere else, somewhere beyond. And we don’t even know where some of these lands are! Or if there’s more areas then we think with their own inhabitants!” You looked at her, eyes sparkling with an excited grin. Serana was gazing at you oddly, for seeing you so cheerful about subjects or other these days did not happen often. Her eyes then slowly widened in realization.

“You want to discover a new continent…go to Aldmeris or Yokuda?!” At your silence, lips staying in a smile, she grabbed your shoulders. “That is madness, who knows how long we will be out in the sea with no food and constantly in the sun with no water? Or if we even land somewhere? The inhabitants might be dangerous or more bloodthirsty then my father.” You held back your tongue that you are just as dangerous or even more so with how much you’ve accomplished. As well as say that you may have a touch of madness. “There’s so much risk in this, you really think you cannot die?”

You paused, tilting your head as you gazed at your close female friend that was once the daughter of Harkon. You thought on her words.

Can you die? You’ve been so close numerous times, but that was during your early days of your arrival to Skyrim. You remember the fear, the confusion of this new region and the number of dragons and people wanting your head. It’s been a long time though, you’ve matured and very much experienced with all sorts of enemies.

So, can you die?

“…I don’t know. I do know that this is possible and there’s more to this world then three continents. And,” you grinned slightly, “risks make things fun.”

You stunned Serana into silence, whether from how you aren’t sure if you can die or how you seem to want to find out if you can with this adventure. You thought the danger would make her walk away and leave this ship. And she did walk away. Only towards the main sail and prepare it. You sighed, seeing that she’s determined to follow although you disapprove and are positive you will only worry for her.

But a part of your shattered heart grew warm that you will have someone here with you in this journey. Even though you are positive the woman will complain about the environment till your ears will fall off. What can you say? People who were stubborn and determined always captured your respect and interest, especially if they look at you sadly and ask for favors.

You were always the hero. Always wanting to please and to soothe.

When you made sure there were enough supplies for the both of you, whether food that was salted or items to help purify water as well as good and your precious weapons, the both of you were off.

You did not look back, even when Serana made a comment as she looked at the now faraway city of Solitude.

“Skyrim always was beautiful and had amazing weather…I’m going to miss it.”

‘Me too.’

[alexisnoir]

Sherlock Season 4. What is good and what is bad part 2.

Here is part 2 of the post I’m making. Why I made this in two parts? Because it is that long and when I was creating it the page started to freeze, so to not loose what I have made I divided it into two parts instead of one. But I think my afterword could become a PART 3 so don’t be surprised if you see one.

As before more under the cut

Let’s talk about the scene in Mycroft’s house. As fun as that scene is, it would have been perfect if it was a dream scene, a nightmare if you will and not reality.

Why? Because of the way it is filmed. Perfect dream scene right there but they put that in reality which made it worse.

I like that Mycroft has a sword / gun in his umbrella. Good idea even if it is over the top. But I like it. But Mark Gatiss in this sequence was just so...not Mycroft. In a dream I’d understand, in reality? Not really. That’s just not Mycroft, the British Government. They made him look like a intelligent wuss for some reason. I know he is human, has a heart there somewhere but still I’d think he had some MI6 training, any training in combat and his wits would’ve been better.

He looked at fake Irene Adler’s face for god sakes that was supposed to be bashed up! I know seeing someone shoot himself in the head is traumatizing but that’s not the only time he was acting like not himself. That put me off. There is a scene I like with Mycroft, Sherlock and John when Sherlock has to choose which one of them to shoot. That scene I really like.

Now another scene that was running through the episode. Little Eurus on the plane where everyone is unconscious.

I know what writers tried to tell us, fans, through those scenes. Eurus had no one, not even one friend, she likes playing with planes so she associated that loneliness with plane and put herself on one where everyone is there but no one really is able to help her.  It screamed: I am alone, help me.

But was that whole sequence with Eurus necessary with her changing her voice to a child voice, making our heroes believe that there was a plane somewhere who no one was piloting (beside the autopilot) and she was the only one conscious? Absolutely not.

I’ll tell you why.

I know it was supposed to be a distraction for our heroes when she was playing that game with them. But that distraction could’ve been completely different. If she was able to control people as we are to believe then why not try to manipulate Sherlock’s friends against him? Mrs Hudson, Greg Lestrade, Molly? Why not put them in danger, like telling Sherlock there were explosives at Molly’s house and he needs to do that and that to save her, why not do that with the others?

The choice who to shoot between John and Mycroft, that was good.

So the scene with the plane and little girl could’ve become different distractions. More personal if you will. That’s why it was unnecessary.

If it was to show us that Sherlock cares, we already know that!

They could’ve used that screen time for something completely different, like showing us how they got on that bloody boat. If you want me to believe that they got there through a helicopter, then I must say, one hell of a silent helicopter. Or how Eurus got in and out of the island, how she shot John with tranquilizer.

What about Eurus herself? Something about her is not right, beside the obvious.

For example she sends a drone with explosives on top of it, to do what? Scare them? In normal, real world, something like that either injures you severely or kills you. But in another scene where Sherlock puts a gun under his chin, she stops him with tranquilizer? Why? Where’s logic in that?! She must have known that explosion like that could have killed him if he moved so that logic of Eurus doesn’t make sense at all.

The 3 Garridebs. To destroy such a perfect opportunity for some hurt/comfort moment either between John/Sherlock or Sherlock/Mycroft. Instead they used 3 brothers. Such a wasted opportunity.

My question is this: Why did Eurus go back to Sherrinford? If she could escape so easily and manipulate people, why go back? To play? Doesn’t make sense. I know the people that worked there became her slaves and prisoners of her will but still, every single one of them? Even Derren Brown isn’t that good at manipulating people.

And what’s with this whole, she goes back to the place she was able to run away from so many times? Why keep her there if she is able to manipulate EVERYBODY? If she has such a psychotic tendencies and is so manipulative since a young age, shouldn’t she be kept in a psychiatrist hospital, medicated? That would be so much more realistic. She killed Sherlock’s childhood  best friend, she killed the wife of the Governor and told them to kill him but he kills himself. She told the psychiatrist to kill himself and his family. She would need to be really medicated so she couldn’t really think and to not be a danger to ANYONE.

And they put her back where she was? C’mon. That is so unrealistic and annoying.

To me she played them like a violin. She wanted to play! And what do they do? Go visit her to watch as she plays with Sherlock on their violins. She manipulated them into coming. That was her plan I believe. And you know what? If that was her plan, then it is a very stupid plan. She could’ve been outside the facility, making everyone do what she wanted. And she chooses to go back to have a psychopathic game with the three of them.

I mean, like really?

Victor Trevor, Sherlock’s childhood best friend. As someone pointed out on Tumblr why wasn’t he searched for by authorities? Why didn’t they draw maps of the place to see if there weren’t any wells, mines or stuff like that. Why? Instead Sherlock goes looking for him, alone. He was what, five, six years old?

Maybe there was a search but then that search was done badly, unprofessionally. The first thing you do if a child goes missing in a place like Musgrave, you search the neighborhood.

Moriarty. He gets downgraded to Christmas present and few video gifs, let’s call it that. I mean, really? You should have let him being dead, instead of doing that to his character.

And do you want us to believe that 5 minute unsupervised conversation was all it took for Moriarty to fixate on Sherlock Holmes? Really? That the great game happened at all because of Eurus planted that idea in his mind? I’d prefer if he simply wanted to play with Sherlock because he found his intellect equal with his own. That he was his fan. Just that.

The bunker scene as a whole could have happened anywhere in London. I know it was perfect location because they couldn’t get out but to do that on a changing ground, around London would’ve made the episode feel differently.

Also that there were so few locations in this episode made the episode feel like a low budged deal compared to The Lying Detective. The Lying Detective was perfect when it came to locations.

Oh, I just remembered. If they thought the facility was compromised because Eurus had people under her control why announce their arrival on the sand? I mean, they have no idea who is under her control, they wanted to basically sneak in and they do what? Hey sis, I’m here?! Really?!

Mary’s letter with the DVD. I mean, who send it? Can you postpone sending a letter for that long, for however long that was? I’m sure John went back to his flat at some point after The Lying Detective and before his session with fake therapist. So that leaves me, us, fans with one big FUCKING HOW!?

I probably missed something but I’m sure other people will point it out on their blogs and in their posts. That is what I’ve noticed since watching that episode 3 times. 2 leaked and one time officially.

What do I like about this episode?

What we finally find out about Sherlock’s and Mycroft’s past, that we see them as young children. The casting for young Mycroft, Sherlock, Eurus and Sherlock’s parents - perfect.

The final sequence is good too. Even that it intertwines with Sherlock playing a violin with Eurus I still like that sequence.

Obviously, as I mentioned before, heart to heart between Sherlock and Mycroft when he has to choose whom to shoot.

And well, even that it was too alike like League of Gentlemen, Mycroft in disguise is good.

The sequence at Mycroft’s home. If it was a dream it would’ve been awesome but since it is not to me that is just an okay scene.

Mrs Hudson listening to Iron Maiden. You go girl!

And that’s about it what I like about this episode. Maybe also some soundtrack I’ll like but I’ll need to listen to it on Spotify later today.

And here is the end of part 2. I’m going to write later today an afterword that will become part 3 of this long long post. I’ll write there why I think fans are so upset with this episode, why this episode, this season is such a waster opportunity for something far more groundbreaking than a secret sister. And so much more!

I hope you enjoy it so far and please wait patiently for part 3. It will be uploaded in a few hours, after I come back from work and write it!

Here you can read PART 1

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@seasonsofjohnlock @inevitably-johnlocked @twocandles @high-functioning-doorknob

[chromelilias]

fireredrules’ pokemon team dynamics rp meme

(please repost with everything attached!) answer each prompt with whichever of your muse’s pokemon fit it best. feel free to include multiple pokemon per answer or extra details as to why they might fit the prompt. if one doesn’t apply, just put N/A

who is most likely to steal their trainer’s food? - This would have to be a tie between Wulfgang and Nibles, both little monsters use their cuteness to fool Lili.

who is most likely to rebel or ignore orders during a battle?  - If she ever used her in battle, it would definitely be Minami. That Furfrou would only ever respond to Ciaran’s commands and is still hesitant of Lili but their relationship is getting better each day.

who is the least welcoming of new pokemon/people? - Selene, she’s very protective of Lilias and as such is very hesitant to accept new members of the team. who is the laziest? - Sobek, he likes to sleep in while Lilias attends her early morning guard duty who wakes up the earliest? - Vincent, he’s the one who sticks by Lili during guard duty so he always wakes up early to pull Lilias out of bed. who stays up the latest, or doesn’t sleep at all? - Selene, she likes to watch over the other members...just to make sure everyone’s safe. She can’t sleep unless she’s sure it’s safe.

who is the messiest? - Wulfgang, but the pup cant help it, he’s still pretty young after all. who is the loudest?  -  Vincent, he’s very vocal and it’s mostly him trying to show affection. who considers themself the ‘leader’? - Sobek, after all he’s been with Lili since the beginning, he thinks it’s only natural he be the leader.

who is the weirdest? - Without a doubt, Siren, she just up and leaves all the time and sometimes won’t come back for days. She avoids the other pokemon and sometimes even Lilias. who is the biggest cuddler? - Copper! She’s practically a ball of fluff anyways and she loves cuddling. who gets themselves into trouble the most often? - Vincent and Wulfgang, both of them are super energetic and often times cause more trouble than they should be able to. who hates bath time? - Selene, she hates having her fur be wet, Lilias normally has to fight with Selene just to give her one and afterwords she won’t go near Lilias for several hours. who gets the most visibly excited from seeing their trainer after a long absence?- Copper. Copper basically looks up to Lilias in so many ways, so being apart always makes her sad. Copper wouldn’t be leaving Lilias’ side for the rest of the day. who is most protective of their trainer? - Sobek and Selene. Ever sine Sobek defended Lilias the two have had a strong bond, Sobek would probably bite off a hand if anyone tried hurting Lili. Selene’s basically the same way, most of the time she won’t let anyone too close to Lili unless she’s absolutely sure they won’t hurt her. who uses their charms/cuteness to try and get away with things? - Honestly, Selene, cause even she causes trouble, so she always finds a way to turn her cuteness around against Lilias who messes with other trainers for fun? - Sobek, he’s pretty mischievous but he never takes it too far. who is the most submissive to their teammates? - At the moment, it would have to be Wulfgang, he’s still trying to learn about his new teammates, he’s still trying to fit in. who is the purest angel? - Copper, she’s just an innocent fluff ball who wants love. who gets jealous the most? -  That would be a tie between Sobek and Selene, the two are always in contest with one another, so when Lili pays more attention to the other, sparks can fly. who is the one laying on their trainer’s face in the morning - Copper. who is the most distant from their trainer? -  Siren and Minami, they care for Lilias sure, but they still have a hard time moving on from Ciaran. who is closest to their trainer? -  Well, most of Lilias’ team is extremely close to her, but the closest would have to be Sobek, they’ve been through a lot together. who is most alike their trainer in personality or habits? - Sobek, he mirrors so many of Lilias’ traits and the two are in almost perfect sync sometimes. who races ahead when on a walk? - Vincent, when he goes for walks he cherishes it, his walk is his favorite part of the day, so sometimes he just can’t help himself from running ahead. who is the most loyal/obedient? - Vincent, while Sobek is extremely loyal, Vincent listens to everything and will always be loyal to her no matter what. who eats the most? -  Sobek who is the quietest? -  Copper, sometimes it’s hard to know she’s even in the room. who is the clumsiest? -  Vincent is almost always knocking something over throughout the day, he doesn’t mean to...it just happens. who is the most hotheaded? - Sobek, his temper definitely reflects Lilias’ at time, but Sobek seems to have an even shorter fuse. who is the ‘mom pokemon’? - Siren, while often gone, she still cares deeply for her fellow pokemon, she’s always making sure they’re not getting to trouble but when they do, she always seems so disappointed. She has a way with guilt tripping the others when they do bad things.

tagged by - viggorofmagma tagging – Umm, anyone who wants to do this and hasn’t?

[shima-draws]

It’s here! At long last, the RG Project is complete! (AKA Pokemon HeartRed. But who’s going to call it that honestly. Everyone has dubbed it “Pokemon Flirty Green” as well too lol)

A few things to share:

★ The game needs an emulator to run it. I’ve included that in the project folder, so no worries about hunting one down later!

★ I also put in a very vital read me text inside of the folder as well. Please, please please read that before you start the game. It has all of the proper instructions of how to set it up, along with everything else I’ve added into the game.

★ Here’s some of the changes from the main game besides the obvious: Red’s sprites are actually those of the Red from the original RGBY. (I don’t like FRLG Red, I’m sorry. I had to change it lol.) Blue/Leaf’s sprites have not changed. Pikachu’s chances of being encountered in Viridian Forest have risen immensely. (That way you don’t have to search for 3 hours trying to find one.) Bulbasaur, Charmander and Squirtle are available for capture on routes 24, 9 and 6, respectively. Eevee’s gender ratio has changed so there is a 50/50 chance for it to be a male or female. Legendary Pokemon have higher capture rates (easier capture). All of the first 150 Pokemon are available in this game (yes, that includes exclusives from LeafGreen! I’ve put a whole list inside the txt file)

★ IMPORTANT! I added a bit of extra dialogue at the VERY end of the game! When you first start out you’ll notice that there’s a set of stairs in your rival’s house that wasn’t there in the original FRLG, and that there’s a Clefairy blocking the way. This is on purpose. In order to get to the extra dialogue and explore your rival’s room, you have to get through the Sevii Islands quest and find your rival’s room key after your last encounter on Six Island. Using the room key, you can give it to Clefairy, who will unlock the door and abruptly disappear afterwords (I didn’t feel like fixing it even though it’s really weird, it just vanishes in front of you lmfao). I hope you all enjoy the super cheesy yet adorably romantic extra dialogue! And you can access it whenever you want! (Green will repeat it over and over. It’s lovely.)

There’s bits of dialogue from other characters talking about you and your rival, so you’ll have to keep an eye out to catch them all!

★ And lastly, if there are any bugs besides those that have already been stated within the txt file, please let me know and I will do my best to fix them! Hopefully this will be the only release of the game and I won’t have to update it at all lol.

★ I’ll leave you with one more message before giving you the download link. PLEASE DO NOT REUPLOAD THIS GAME. If I find that it’s been uploaded anywhere else than where I originally uploaded it, I will get it taken down and then I will take down the original file myself. If I discover anyone has stolen my work, I will take this game off the Internet permanently. Again, let me repeat: YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED, AND YOU SHALL ABSOLUTELY NOT REDISTRIBUTE THIS GAME. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Okay! Now that that’s been cleared up, have fun, enjoy yourselves and let me know what you think! You are more than welcome to upload screenshots as long as you credit me/tag me. I’d love to see your playthrough and opinions!

If you have any problems, let me know! Shoot me a message and we can try to figure it out together. Though, my instructions in the txt file are very clear, so it shouldn’t be too hard to figure out I think.

The download is in a .zip folder, so you’ll have to extract it yourself.

UPDATE: This game has been rebooted! There is a brand new sparkly shiny version with tons of new dialogue and features. Read the post about it here!

Thank you so much for reading, and please enjoy ===THE RG PROJECT=== AKA Pokemon HeartRed