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[velvet-midnight]

The fucking TEETH FRUIT

[bradleyblog]

Bradley’s father speculation part 3

For this part we're going to talk about Bradley and his father having a business relationship rather than having a typical father son bond.  

( Last time I said I'd talk about Bradley’s emotional state but while writing both part 3 and 4, I felt that it would make more sense for that part to be part 4 instead. Will get there though )

So let’s talk about how Bradley values success/achievement over valuing people and how Bradley always prioritizes business. 

Values success/achievement over valuing people. 

When Max turns down Bradley’s offer to be a Gamma due to Bobby and PJ not being offered to be Gamma’s as well , Bradley doesn't see how they could possibly benefit Max.

He sees them as clowns and as people who would only hold Max back from winning.

 He just doesn't understand why Max would stay loyal to those who appear to be less than him and pick them over the chance to be a Gamma, a team in which he has stated has won every College X game since the beginning. 

“Max , Max , Max. You don't want to be weighed down by those clowns do you? I thought you wanted to win.”- Bradley 

In Bradley’s eyes , being with the best and being successful is what matters and if people are going to prevent you from your own success then those people should hold no value to you, regardless if they're your friends or not.

It’s why he has no problem with what he does to other competitors in the College X games as they are a threat to his own success and why he chooses to abandon Tank when he sees Tank as a threat to him achieving his own personal goal of crossing the finish line first. 

It’s also why he is very particular on who he chooses to be a part of his team as he only values people who can aid him in his own goals. 

Bradley also never hangs out/sits with anyone who isn’t a Gamma.

Girls being the only exception.

So being around the best is very important to him as It makes him appear more successful and important…   

Overall , Bradley is a character who just doesn't understand why valuing other people for just themselves is important. It’s like he has been influenced to believe that success and personal achievement is all that matters and that people should be seen as more of a personal asset to aid your own ambitions.  

But is his father responsible for Bradley’s viewpoint ? Well I would certainly say so as parents play an important role in determining what values their children should adhere to.

Like I mentioned in Part 2 , Bradley’s values would have been corrected if his father didn’t think they were the right values to adhere too, so when you consider Bradley’s father being a potential narcissistic parent , he would certainly value the following things and teach these values to Bradley.

( www.psychologytoday.com )

Values of People with Narcissism:

Perfection

Get attention from others

Superiority

Winning

Status

Image 

We also have to remember that Bradley was born into a family that are descendants of royalty. They come from the best , so them not being the best would damage their false image of superiority. So being successful and only associating themselves with the best is how they maintain their view point of being better than everyone else. 

Bradley the business man 

At heart Bradley is very business-like. But I don't think he learned to be this way all on his own. Despite Bradley potentially being emotionally neglected , I don't think his father would ignore his son’s education/career. He would probably want Bradley to be like him in some regard and carry on the family fortune. So having Bradley be business-like would be beneficial to the continued success of their family. 

Here are some examples of Bradley being business-like 

Words over brute force 

When trying to get what he wants , Bradley seems to prefer to persuade people through his own words rather than brute force. The only time Bradley lets Tank and the Gamma’s use physical intimidation is when both Bobby and PJ intentionally mock him and when he lets Tank hold on to Goofy in the air so he can tell Goofy that he can’t leave the Gamma’s. But in general Bradley prefers to use his words. 

Which is interesting considering how he has Tank at his disposal and yet on two occasions tells him to take it easy despite what Tank could potentially be capable of. 

When spotting Max

“Well, well, well. Look what the freshman cat dragged in, baby. Some new meat.” Tank

“Hey, easy, big fella. That new meat looks like Gamma material. Let's check him out.”- Bradley

When Goofy tries to quit 

“Should I knock some sense into his big melon?” - Tank 

“Whoa, whoa! Down, Tank. Easy, boy.” -  Bradley  

Gamma welcome

When trying to persuade someone to join the Gamma’s, Bradley’s go to tactic is to complement them first and then tell them how the Gamma’s have a history in winning. It’s like a business tactic of his. He also tries to insinuate that if they join they will be a winner.

Max 

“I'd wager that if you were on a skateboard, you wouldn't have spilled a drop.”-Bradley

“Max, we have won every College "X" Games competition... since the beginning. And we have decided to make you , our first draft pick. Lucky you, huh? What do you think of that?” - Bradley

 

Goofy 

“Mr. Goof! Your performance was, without a doubt, the most breath-taking display of alternative sport inventiveness... yet to be paralleled by mankind!”- Bradley

“The Gammas, the number one team in the history of the College "X" Games, have an opening on our team. And it has got your name on it, buddy! Be a winner. Join us.”- Bradley

While I do think his compliment to Max was more genuine ( even flirty haha ) and his compliment to Goofy was more exaggerated , It’s clear to see that he prefers to use this tactic in gaining members. 

Bradley carries around a card 

Bradley gives Goofy his card If Goofy changes his mind about being a Gamma. I don’t know about you but you can’t get any more businessmen-like , than carrying around your own name card on you.

Leader of the Gamma’s.  As Gamma leader , Bradley is shown giving orders to the Gamma’s but it’s usually related to Gamma business. 1-The Gamma’s carrying out Bradley’s plans to cheat in the X games.  2-Telling the Gamma’s to stop Bobby and PJ from mocking him while his talking to Max about being a Gamma. 3- When telling the Gamma’s to follow and leave with him 

-Wanting to recruit Max 

-Leaving the Bean scene when their business with Max is done 

-Telling the Gamma’s to pack it up when leaving Gamma practice and to exit after Goofy joins. 

But Bradley isn’t shown going around campus giving orders to other students. It’s strictly within his own group. 

Bradley also usually refers to the Gamma’s in a formal way such as calling them Gamma’s , Gamma brothers or gentlemen. The only person in the group who he calls by their first name is  Tank but even when he introduces Tank to Max he makes it clear that Tank is his right hand man , as to Bradley that is all Tank really is to him.    

“Ah yes , my right hand man , Gamma brother Tank”- Bradley 

A right hand man is a term used to describe someone as a very important assistant. Their job is to help you the most. It’s also common for someone to be a right hand man when it comes to the world of business.   

So In general , I would say Bradley has more of a professional relationship with the Gamma’s than a personal one.  In a sense, Bradley is like their boss while the Gamma’s are his loyal employees.

Bradley keeps to his commitments when he makes a deal.

When Bradley makes a wager with Max , Max tells him he has a deal and extends his hand to Bradley to which Bradley accepts and gives Max a handshake , cementing the deal.

Considering how he didn’t even shake Max’s hand when Max first introduced himself , it shows that Bradley is at least willing to shake someone's hand over a deal.  

In business , Handshakes are an agreement between two people who commit to an agreed business deal and can be seen as a symbol of trust , commitment and mutual understanding. For the handshake to be legally binding though , it needs to have witnesses. 

Now during the scene , Bradley is fully aware that not only are the Gamma's witnesses but everyone else in the room is a witness also. So when he makes this wager and gives Max a handshake he is very aware that he is making an actual commitment between the two. 

Then at the end of the movie when Bradley decides to congratulate Max after losing, he is the one out of the two who brings up the bet by telling Max that he hasn't forgotten their agreement. He could have tried to weasel his way out of it, denied that he even agreed to the wager or not even brought it up to Max in the first place but he didn’t. 

He wanted Max to know that he was going to follow through with his end of the bargain as even though he was willing to do whatever it took to win the College X games , it shows that he doesn't back out of an agreement that he shook hands on,  which says a lot about who he is as a person. Very business-like indeed.  

Business first , no exceptions

When Bradley first see’s Max and wants to make him a Gamma , he expects the Gamma’s to stop what they're doing and go with him to recruit Max to the team.

However , Bradley completely neglects what he was previously doing, which was playing Volleyball with a couple of girls at the Gamma party.

Doesn't even say goodbye or apologize, just focuses purely on getting Max to be a Gamma.

Then later on in the movie when Bradley is confronted by Beret Girl , he tells her that he's busy right now ,

despite clearly liking her stage performance and stating he likes her style.  

“ Hey, Daddy-os. This is a real L-7 scene. Let's all take a trip down the road of forgiveness and compassion.” - Beret Girl

“Ooh, passion ( Chuckle ). I like your style, Little Miss Mochachino, but I'm busy right now.” - Bradley 

Now , throughout the movie it’s pretty clear that Bradley likes to hang out with girls as he can get positive attention from them,

so the fact that Bradley prioritizes taking care of business over them, people he has a positive association with, is quite interesting...

Could Bradley’s dad be a businessman ?

So from all these points about Bradley being business-like , I think it’s safe to say that he probably learned this behaviour from his dad either from being taught or witnessing his Father’s behaviour, which would suggest that Bradley’s father is probably a businessman of some kind.  

This also gives another reason as to why Bradley could have probably been emotionally neglected , as his father could have always been focused on his career and prioritized it over Bradley. Maybe even prioritized his job over his wife if Bradley is mimicking this behaviour with his own relationships with girls?

But I dont think Bradley’s father would pick his career for the sake of providing for his family. 

Again, being an Uppercurst would put you in a financially well off family , so even though he still needs to pay the bills , Bradley’s dad isn’t some struggling father who needs to put food on the table. 

I think he would pick his career solely because he valued it more. After all, if Bradley values his own success over people then why would his dad be any different. 

His father could easily make time for Bradley if he really wanted to but when you consider that Bradley doesn't understand the bond between a father and son, i dont think his father put in the effort to form an emotional connection with Bradley. I believe he intentionally put his own career first as it held more value to his own ego. 

When researching narcissistic parents , a point that was made about them neglecting their kids is that if the parent is so self-absorbed in themselves, their sole focus may lie in their own hobbies and career. 

( www.choosingtherapy.com )

To Bradley’s father, his job would hold more value as it’s what makes him feel successful, have more authority and make him feel more important than he already is as it would amplify his already high status. 

So all in all , if Bradley’s dad is a self absorbed narcissistic parent who values success and himself above everything and always puts his career first over his family,  it wouldn’t be too surprising if he influenced Bradley to be the same. 

I have to end this part here as it's probably getting too long for one post but I've still got a bit more to say on this topic so part 3.5 will be next. Sorry part 4 , you have to wait a little longer. 

Hope my points came across clearly , had to do so many rewrites haha.

[heartnosekid]

well, friends. i’m sure a good lot of you have seen this post. i was denied today. i have to contact a lawyer and i don't even know how to begin advocating for myself outside of simply contacting the firm an ex-friend of mine used to obtain disability.

if you would rather not read the whole vent, i completely understand. but if you would still like to provide answers or support to me, here are my main issues.

i need advice from others who have been denied disability and have gone through a lawyer to obtain it. i need advice on what to do about getting started with victim advocacy. that's about it, i reckon. i love you all. my dm's are open. you will be blocked if you clown.

and yes, i realize my stim blog is not the place to talk about this. i understand, but this is my largest audience and i feel i would be a fool to not post this somewhere it may be actually received.

tw for mental health talk / long vent under the cut, particularly of the despairing kind, and also mentions of CSA / CSAM, psychosis, and my general disabilities. if this post needs more trigger tags, please let me know and i'll add them.

my whole life i have been treated as if i am not struggling because i can do the bare minimum to keep myself alive. i can survive, but never thrive, and even surviving now has become difficult. i can't feed myself regularly, my guardians do that for me. i can't stand for longer than a few minutes at a time without extreme duress and pain, which makes cleaning, showering, and going out super difficult and beyond draining. i can understand abstract concepts and certain ideas and am emotionally intelligent, but i struggle heavily with understanding money or how government works, particularly when it comes to laws and loopholes. i don't know when i'm "being had", as it were, and others have pointed this out to me throughout my adulthood. it feels as though this entire disability journey has been me "being had". they gave me something to cling on to, the possibility i may be able to receive real help, and it seems as though they basically knew the whole time they were going to deny me again. for the fourth time. i know that is unrealistic but, it does feel that way.

i wrote several full length books when i was a child / young teenager, and had two published. i won't share the titles because i have outgrown what i wrote and find them childish and frankly embarrassing, but everyone upon learning that i have written and had novels published, immediately jumps to the conclusion that i am some kind of self-sufficient, incredibly intelligent and capable person. i have never once been able to effectively take care of myself. without my guardians, i wouldn't be able to manage money, insurance, bills, cars, groceries, among other things. i don't even halfway understand how insurance on anything even works despite having been shown how it works.

i can see something, be "taught" to the best of someone's ability, and i will still not be able to learn. this has been a constant issue throughout my life, and the american public school system has continually helped these issues perpetuate. all schooling has done is teach me how to parrot back concepts and ideas, remember them for a limited amount of time before losing them to the void, and not how to fundamentally understand and learn them or utilize them in daily life. even higher education was like this, and i was not able to thrive throughout my experience with college despite making mostly okay grades (i cheated and lied a lot, okay. i'm not proud of it but i felt i had to get through or i would be severely punished). i had to a sign an agreement that i personally still do not fully understand to "obtain" my associate's degree, and i do not know why despite the fact it was explained to me, in detail. the information has not registered, and i now no longer have anyone that was involved in said agreement to explain it to me. everyone i say this to is like, "what? that doesn't make any sense." and i'm like. yeah. it doesn't, and i have zero ability to explain it to them in a way that makes sense.

i mention my associate's degree because i am sure in some form or fashion it was used against me in the disability process, since i was "able to complete higher education". also it should be noted i did an early college program. also probably has been used against me. also cheated through most of it.

people have always considered my kind of autism to be hyper competent, since it appeared that way when i was a child, despite showing several signs that i was struggling with a math-centric learning disability, called dyscalculia. i have since deteriorated to the point of barely having the knowledge a young adult should have, about how life works financially and honestly in general.

i have extreme fear about what may happen to me without proper assistance. my guardians will be able to take care of me for some time, but after that? that feels like a black hole to me. it doesn't exist nor will it while i am under-assisted, and this black hole fills me with utter despair. i try not to let it permeate my daily life, so as to not dwell in a future that doesn't exist yet and has the possibility for change. but god. it fills me with literal existential dread, and it is becoming so much more difficult to ignore the older i get.

a lot of factors have been used against me my entire life to deny me assistance, and these reasons being yet another factor has really dredged up a lot of shit from my past.

this is besides the point, but i also learned recently that CSAM was made and distributed of me when i was a child and wow. that has hit me in ways i cannot even describe. part of me is like, why was i not allowed to know after the fact, even when i became an adult? i was directly involved. why did no one tell me my abuser was convicted for counts of spreading CSAM, and that they lied directly to the court system about their inappropriate actions with me? i was disenfranchised in more ways than one by more than one person on allowance of my abuser, and i am just now hearing about it. i don't know how to deal and i don't know how to get started with victim advocacy in my area.

but at the same time, whilst being treated as severely more competent than i am, i have also been infantilized relentlessly, by nearly everyone around me. how does this make any sense. i feel incredibly stupid and uninformed and at the same time privy to things about my disabilities others are not, while not being able to effectively communicate it. i feel i am screaming and begging for help, nearly at my wits end with a lot of things, and all of it is reading as "owie booboo" to anyone who could do anything to help. i feel i am falling through the cracks, and i fear having to crawl back up through them. i fear i won't make the trek. i fear i will lose motivation and let myself rot. it feels like no one in a position of power has taken a true effort to really help me and i cannot help or advocate for myself. i am very scared.

on top of all of that stuff, i am withdrawing pretty heavily from cymbalta, experiencing heightened panic attacks every day, PNES (psychogenic non-epileptic seizures), more episodes of psychosis and hallucinating than i'm used to, all of my mental and physical issues are out of control, and now this disability stuff. i also won't be able to see a psychiatrist for...maybe a week or so more, so no bridge meds till then.

these last couple weeks have just really kicked me down. thank you for reading if you got this far. i appreciate you more than you know and i have no idea where i would be without y'all and this blog. i love you all so very much.

-ish

[doctordeathawaits]

I'm not sure if these are the correct terms (I'm very new to the rq community and just starting to accept myself!)

But I think I might be transclown (or similar), transvamp (or similar), and transHoH [Hard of Hearing]

Do you have any tips on lessening the dysphoria and helping transition???

trans hard of hearing blog / trans vamp blog

TRANS - CLOWN ...

Decide your inspiration ! Do you feel more connected to circus clowns ? or maybe simple Augustine clowns ? There are a bunch of people to this day doing ' modern ' clown looks too ! inspo .. INSPO .. inspo ..

Figure out a style ! Are you more of a Pierrot , black and white type of clown ? Or maybe a colorful , fun pattern type ? !

Think of a clown name ! Most clowns don't use their own name , and professional clowns who have gone through Clown College are given their clown names by teachers !

Wearing your clown-types inspired clothing in your everyday life can help with dysphoria ! ( if a more classic clown , rainbow shirts or blocked out colors ! If Pierrot , wearing frilly shirts and lace ! )

Learn tricks ! Most clowns are performers for entertainment , so learning a couple of card tricks can help ! ( cards , balloon animals , juggling )

For transitioning , attend Clown college ! Its a 8 week program to teach you everything to know about being a clown !

Join a clown organization ! Many groups , like the World Clown Association , exist for the purpose of supporting aspiring clowns ! ( those fucks have insurance bro what /pos )

Hope this helped ! I actually tried out the tutorials linked and they are quite easy to follow ! GUESS WHO KNOWS HOW TO JUGGLE ? ME . As always , Good luck transitioning !!

[cloudycaffeinatedcryptid]

In an Everyone Lives scenario, what majors/career paths do you think all the Hacketteers would end up in? Obviously we have animation for Ryan and physics for Dylan suggested in the game but so many people end up changing their majors anyway, I wonder if the experience would lead them on different paths than they’d originally intended.

thank you for making me think about this, it's one thing i've been putting off but i also think about all the time

so right off the top of my head, i think about Max's major a lot & i end up tossing two things around - law school or childcare/teaching. he seems like a level-headed guy, he breaks down situations in pieces until he understand them ("You remember when I said, 'whoa, look at the moon. it's so big and bright and- it's so cool to see a full moon' and you said "yeah no shit, Max, it happens once a month'?"), & also.... we've all seen his outfit in the 50s pack. but i still come back to childcare bc i grew up working in childcare & he just seems the type for it. maybe he got rejected from Landis for law & pursues childcare or teaching at a smaller school instead & ends up one of those teachers that everyone wants to get on their schedule

Laura, the love of my life, the breath in my lungs, is such a headstrong badass that she prolly still pursues her vet degree, altho i can see her minoring/taking a few psychology classes to coach her & Max thru the rough times

Abi definitely finds her way to art school, i just don't see her changing that. i do think she expands from just sketching & gets into different mediums - pottery, possibly sculpting, using charcoal and paint - bc i think she'd find it calming to work with her hands, cover her skin in anything but red, & she'd lean into it for stress relief

uhh Nick is so complicated sometimes that predicting what the absolute FOOL (affectionate) is going to do is impossible. i want to say culinary school but if i'm being honest, i think he would end up dropping out & just working at restaurant. i don't say this bc i hate him, i say this bc he's a clown. (also i may or may not have done the same thing, minus the culinary part) or maybe he becomes a forest ranger & spends time alone in his ranger tower listening to the forest

Jacob i whole-heartedly believe goes for coaching/athletics or something, but he joins the college sports team (prolly football or maybe hockey) & that's the path he ends up following. he definitely has to get a tutor

i think Emma maybe pursues marketing/advertising or something of the sort, but i also think she def starts loading up her schedule. volunteer work? no worries, she can run it. student council? sure, she'll apply. you know, lacrosse sounds rlly fun all of a sudden, she should join the team! & she kills, obvi. if she never thinks about it, it never happened. if she never has time to think, she can never think about it

Kaitlyn.... she's the one i've been thinking about the most. she's such an odd character bc we see so much of her & yet i still feel like we don't know anything about her. her entire character is kind of just "im mean, i know first aid & i can shoot" & then we love her bc she's a badass. which i don't mind but it makes it kind of hard to make theories on her future. i imagine she IS one who ends up switching her major. she prolly starts with what she had planned - maybe an english degree? - but then switches bc hackett's quarry changed her & she'll never stop thinking about it. i like to think maybe she ends up in enviromentalism, or possibly on the nursing track. something to occupy her mind

Ryan & Dylan honestly seem rlly well suited for their majors so i don't know of i can imagine them doing something else. i do think Ryan starts taking self-defense class & prolly makes Sarah go with him just to be sure she knows. just in case. Dylan takes a part-time job at either the school's radio station or a local one, & if he DID drop out, he would 100% start a podcast. all those fanfics are canon

this was rlly fun to think about even tho i'm not sure how accurate they are - i would love to hear other ideas! thank you for the ask :)

[wren-dy-flowergarden]

The Monster Inside All of Us ★ pt.1

✦ *.✧.* Monsters live in us, they are our being, they are a part of us, and no matter what we can't outrun them. But we can learn to live and even thrive in their presence. You new neighbor- Bachira Meguru- teaches you about a world different than your own. Word Count: 2.2k / Bachira x gn!reader

Tags: topics of abuse, found family, childhood friends got your back, character study.

*TW: some uncomfortable topics of mental health leading to abuse off screen, not understanding violence, little gore, please be careful.

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A/N: Hi guys! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° Thank you all so much for your patience with me, writing has been a little difficult lately (Im not the happiest with how this turned out but eh). This is more of a journal than story for me. There should be two or three parts depending on what feels right. I hope you enjoy and again some difficult topics will be explored, so please take care of yourself! PS: Child Meguru is precious protect him at all cost.☆★☆

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There is a monster in all of us.

At least that is what your dad is screaming, on the ground sobbing underneath the weight of two bodies restraining him. His eyes pleading, looking to your mother cradling her right arm, swollen, and dripping.

Big eyes try to see more through the thin crack in the door. It sounded like glass cracking or the thumps you heard earlier. Your small mind was wild with fear, and your imagination made it worse.

But most importantly, you wanted needed to see your mom's face.

A lot of things happened because of that night. Your mother would receive pity words filled with blank stares from neighbors that contrasted itself with the usual snacks and kind greetings from before.

Your mother's face became more sullen now that your father was off in re-ha-bili-tee?

You go to school, a small school where everyone knew everyone, and everyone knew everyone's "situations".

About a week later, you finally realized what your father meant when Matsuhiro, the class clown and the boy who would agree with anything to make him seem more "grown up", opened his stupid mouth during arts and crafts.

"My mommy tells me that your mommy should have taken it and been a good wife."

You didn't really understand what he meant by "taken it" and "good wife", because your mom was the best mom in the whole world but the way his seven-year-old face sneered down at you made you angry- no it was something more than anger.

The next thing you realize is your soft bloody knuckles bleeding and Matsuhiro pleading the exact same way your dad did those nights ago, and he wailed lips cracked and eyes swollen.

"You're a monster!"

It didn't bother you much as you landed another punch near his temple, because duh of course there is a monster in you.

There is a monster in everyone.

It wasn't long after, that you and your mom make the drastic move to Tokyo to live next to your mother's best friend from college. 'Her name is Yuu she is an amazing artist.' your mother says packing a backpack to the brim with trinkets, art supplies, and snacks.

On the bus ride there, your mother looks exhausted, big black seeps carve out her eyes and you don't really remember the last time your mom smiled.

She made you pinky promise while getting off the bus that you never, in her words, "hit a person again". She muttered something else along the lines of 'bills' also, but you squeezed her pinky either way because it put a smile on her face and made her happy.

That’s the most important thing. 

Back then, in the principal’s office, you refused to repeat what Matsuhiro said in front of everybody including his parents and your own mother. He couldn't say anything either with his lips swollen shut.

In the back of your mind, you shrug as you squeeze your pinkies together. Besides Matsuhiro wasn't a person, he is a monster.

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You eventually make it to an apartment complex that was at least ten times bigger than your own. It was so big! It felt like it could touch the sky. Maybe you be living in the sky!

An audible sigh of relief comes from your mother behind you, lugging at least three suitcases.

Your hopes were dashed when you realized that apartment 109 meant you were on the first floor and not the hundredth. The door frame hung the sign, Bachira Yuu. Your mother flattening out her shirt gives a hesitant knock against the wood before the door burst open.

A woman, taller than your mother brown eyes light up at the sight of you two as if Christmas just knocked on her door, hair pulled back into a messy bun and streaks of blues and yellows adorned a pink jumper as she hugs your mother.

You were going to jump at her until your mother tentatively puts her arms around her as well, making it look like the second awkward hug in the history of hugs.

"Chiyu-chan!" She lets out and gawk because only you were called "chan" in the neighborhood, "How have you been! Oh is this little (Y/N)-chan. Almost as big as Meguru."

She squats down your head barely meeting her eyes as she ruffles your hair, "Ahhhh, maybe just a bit taller than my Meguru." Callused hands grab your chubby cheeks pulling out your lips into a smile before she squeals, "So cute!"

You really didn't want this women's colorful hands to be on your cheeks but glancing at your mother who had a semblance of a grin made you resist.

Small feet pitter-patter into the apartment, across the floors were tarps filled with half-empty buckets filled with blues, purples, to reds. The smell of the arts and craft room filled this apartment, it was nice.

Your mother's friend, Yuu Bachira, crossed the room swapping extra materials with her feet creating room, "Sorry sorry! I just got so focused on my recent project and forgot to clean, forgive me?" She gives a little wink as her hand rubs the back of her nape.

You expect a frown to form on your mother's face, she always bustled around your previous flat with strict diligence making sure no dust, no objects, and nothing were out of place.

Instead, she looked happy…?

"You're always the same Yuu-chan." And physically you take a step back, because "chan"! Your mother who notices everything about you, including how your mouth is now open in shock, chuckled before pushing you towards the gushing woman, " Yuu-chan has won a lot of awards for her art, maybe she could teach you a thing or two?"

You close your mouth, excitement already in your eyes.  Last month you almost won first place at the elementary school art contest (instead you won an honorary position because having seven-year-olds vote is rigged especially when you were the talk of the town). The first prize was a month's worth of popsicles, but you only won a little sticker book instead. You remember sticking many of them on the refrigerator.

Yuu crouches on the ground reaching your eye level.  "Then how about you see my latest project? I desperately need your advice for the final touches!"

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Looking at her art piece made your little eyes widen in astonishment. Swirls of purples and blue melded over yellow wash as the colors twisted and turned with her paintbrush delicately. With inspiration came chaos and she would dip her fingers into a side bucket of paint before flicking yellow sparks around the edges. If you cris crossed your eyes hard enough together it almost looked like two eyes staring back at you.

"Do you like it?" You hear Yuu say before she walks over to her canvas that dwarfs her, she puts a hand on the rim of it, "I tried to capture the essence of it."

You look at the piece, hues of blue accented with the yellow probably from her fingertips, it's amazing.

She grins as if she heard your thoughts, "Thank you, I am proud of this one." You blink, did she read your mind?

You were about to speak, out loud, until the sounds of metal banged across from you two leading you to jump head darting left and right.

Yuu pats you on the back and a calm rushes over your beating heart, "Perfect timing." before she walks to the edge of her studio unlocking a metal door painted in reds and oranges. A small boy, shorter than you stumbles in eyes red, cuts on his arms and cheeks. Dark brown hair with yellow highlights that curled around the nape up wearing a grass-stained shirt decorated with a shark.

Yuu smile now gone lowers herself onto her knees rubbing her fingertips along the side of his head along with his arms. Satisfied with what she was looking for she brushed the strands of grass left on his shirt before standing up, "Now how did you get this way hm?"

The boy looks down before kicking the ground, "They asked me to play soccer and then-" he looks up eyebrows furrowing as he stomped his foot, "they called me weird! Weird 'cause they couldn't get the ball away from me!" He stares as Yuu confused, "but they aren't right. They should just be better!"

She gives a small nod before pulling out a band-aid from one of her many pockets and placing it on his nose. “You know Meguru-kun, they are just jealous of you.” She says while rubbing out some grass from his hair, “they probably can’t hear ‘it’ anymore.”

You blink. It?

You really need to control your mouth more because the boy lets out a little shout before looking around his mother towards you as if he didn’t expect you to be there. He peers up at his mother’s eyes, “Mommy who is that?” Clear fascination shows in his eyes as he points toward you.

Maybe it’s the way he looks at you, like how previous people would stare makes your stomach flip but your strong, and your mother taught you first impressions are important, “Im (Y/N). Im your….” You look towards his mother because you really weren’t sure what you are now. Yuu finishes your sentence, “our new neighbor Meguru-kun.”

By the look on his face, it seems like he is about to ask a million questions, but you're faster as you clamor towards Yuu. You point to the painting, its hues vibrant against the sun leaking in, “What do you mean by ‘it’?”

This must throw her for a loop because she starts tapping her foot against the floor, head tilting a bit, “Ah how to say it. Like something that burns in your soul.” She snaps her fingers, “Oh! Like a monster, something a bit scary but something strong.”

Your head also tilts in confusion as her son speaks, “Monsters? You mean like the ones on TV?” he puffs his chest out a bit, “but those don’t exist!”.

You think of the monsters you’ve encountered. They didn’t look like the televised ones but they felt the same. The way the previous neighbors looked at you after the incident, Matsuhiro sneering down at you and most importantly you remember the far-off look your mother would have after “incidents” staring blankly at the wall when she thought you were asleep.

You can still hear apologies muffled through thin wooden doors.

.

.

.

"What do you mean? Of course, there are monsters."

You blink as the two of them look at you almost surprised by the steadiness of your voice. The boy’s face shows clear excitement, but his mother read of something you could not understand as her lips clenched tight.

Taking a step closer to the boy you point at his chest, "It’s right there, inside." A pause as you reflect, “The monster.”

He points to his chest also, his small fingers mimicking yours at a short distance as he presses against himself. He looks in awe as if he can see the latest Godzilla hosted inside of himself. That’s not what you mean.

You repeat again, slower, "We all have monsters in us. That's what my dad told me. They take us."

Bright yellow eyes twinkled understanding filling in, "Oh, Like when I can't stop dribbling!"

A frown appears on your lips, you didn't know what "dribbling" is, but he seemed to be the only one who might understand as Yuu still wore a lisp of a frown on the edge of her lips before taking a deep breath. The smile you were used to seeing set on her face again.

His mother puts a hand on both of your guy’s foreheads rubbing both of your hair till it’s a mess. Well, his hair was already filled with grass and twigs yours would probably be filled by dried paint at the end of the day.

"That's right you two. A huge monster lives in both of your hearts, a voice that pushes you to follow yourself though-" she lightly flicks the tip of her son's nose where he let out a little 'ow', "violence is not good. People are jealous of how you both follow that voice."

She gives a smile before bringing the two of you into a hug, "When people grow up, they stop listening, stop believing in its own fleeting yet precious voice." She brings them back looking into their eyes, "But that a waste isn't it!"

She turns back to her artwork with pride, admiration, and longing all put into one, "I still believe you should listen to its voice because look at the beauty behind it."

Her son brightens, but you think about her words.

How it held a warm sort of kindness when she speaks about her said ‘monster’.

It’s voice guiding her…

You wonder why the voice was telling you to aim for Matsuhiro's temples instead of his nose.

And then you start to wonder, as you look at his mother's artwork if there were different monsters out there.

Not kind monsters.

Especially in you

[theresattrpgforthat]

hello!! i hope you are well!! i have a bit of a time sensitive question so deepest apologies for that. but i just found out Today that i am going to be teaching college freshman starting Next Monday (8/21) and so am scrambling to pull together some stuff to get our class started off well!! im theming my class on ttrpgs so my first (probably not the last) question is - do you have any recs for ttrpgs for 3-5 players that could be run in like 10 minutes as an icebreaker? silly games would be awesome. im deep in the bible belt and theres still a Wee Bit of satanic panic here so hopefully nothing like. too dark or demon-y. if you are able to give me recs before monday i will be so forever in your debt ToT thank you!!! -psychhound

Theme: Quick Silly Games

@creacherkeeper Hello friend! I hope you find this helpful! Whipped it up in an afternoon so the summaries may be abbreviated.

ImproVeto, by Plotbunny Games.

ImproVeto is a GM-less mini storygame that lets you tell absurd, fun stories together with at least one other person. It's also a game to help you practice improvisation in collaborative storytelling and the use of the X-card and similar calibration tools for role-playing games.

Impro Veto is quick, GM-less, and doubles as an opportunity to build the idea of safety tools into a game’s mechanics. It’s basically a big game of collaborative storytelling, and players are encouraged to change the direction of the story by vetoing random elements and changing them to continue the story as they tell it. It requires no dice, and can probably be played pretty quickly if you are playing with a small group.

Clown Helsing, by Planarian.

Clowns. We've all seen them… riding their unicycles, blowing up balloons at parties, piling in garish hordes from tiny cars, waddling around in bulbous red shoes, passed out in a dumpster stinking of booze and regret. For what do these martyrs of mirth sacrifice themselves? The answer is they do it for us. Not just to fill our need for laughter and merriment, but because they defy the doom of mankind! Clowns are man's only salvation against… Vampires.

Clown Helsing played closer to an hour for me but I think if you’re putting it before the students in a less casual setting, it might speed play up quite a bit. I’d recommend a) knowing the rules really well before starting play, b) providing students with roll tables so they can quickly create a clown, and c) starting the game in the middle of the vampire fight. I’d also recommend reducing the number of Dignity boxes significantly than what is recommended in the book, especially if you, like me, are absurdly good at Rock Paper Scissors - because yes, RPS is how you solve conflicts in this game!

Theme wise, this is exactly on tone. Your clowns humiliating jerk vampires. Let the buffoonery commence!

The Goose of Grillner Grove, by Jenn Martin.

A  tabletop roleplaying game for 3+ players for 15+ minutes. Play townsfolk attempting to warn a newcomer about the goose that's lived in the area for 20 years, and plagued each of you personally. 

Take turns telling stories about that time when you saw the goose doing something outrageous, but don't violate the two truths of the game- the goose isn't supernatural, and the goose doesn't die- lest you be honked at by the other players.

At the end, decide if the newcomer heeds your warnings...

Anyone who has played the Untitled Goose Game is probably going to have a fun time playing this. This game will probably go longer if you have a larger number of people, but it certainly gives you a chance for people to get used to the improv side of games.

The Octopus Shipwreck Explorer, by SassWrites.

An octopus is exploring a shipwreck. The shipwreck is full of treasure, but the octopus doesn’t care. It’s looking for something else, known only to it and its eight arms. The only hitch is, each arm has its own brain! How will they all work together to survive?

One of the biggest assets of this game is that it can be played with a larger group of people. To speed this game up, you could present some options of goals for the players to choose from, and give each player one action to do before wrapping up the game.

Spin the Fishblade, by Marshall Bradshaw.

Spin the FishBlade is the GMless, diceless storygame where players control one fish with a knife by spinning a knife. It's meant for three to five players to play for one to two hours, telling an outlandish story with some stylized violence. Imagine if Finding Nemo were mixed with an action movie, like Taken, Kill Bill, or Snatch.

You can see in the description above that this Fishblade game is also a bit over the time limit but with some adjustments you might be able to at least introduce the game to folks. You could create a pre-established premise, and provide a number of items for the students to choose as loci. The tone can vary with this game, so establishing a premise that is clearly humorous in it’s intent might get you where you want to go.

Please Act Like A Human, by Eden Reese Potts.

Inspired by Octodad and sitcoms about aliens pretending to be human, you are an extraterrestrial creature with nonhuman anatomy who has crash landed on planet Earth and until you can escape, you have to blend in with the local life forms.

This game is just one page with rules, and requires a number of (different) d6’s. I think this is one of the fastest games on this list; the rules are simple, and all you really need to do is introduce an obstacle that allows each player to improvise and roll once! Octodad is pretty humorous and light, so I can see this being pretty silly!

[skratchytheclown]

So, what is Wendy studying to be in college? Also, I think it was previously said that Iggy or someone else goes to the same college? So, same question to them!

And, what about the other koopalings? Why did/didn't they go to college? Do they plan to? What do they want to become?

Roy: I remember Wendy telling me that she was majoring in "dance", and I was confused, to say the least. I asked her about it, of course, and she said something like "I'm already guaranteed a job at the castle, so why not?" To be fair, from what I've heard, that class also teaches students fighting techniques just in case they want to be a part of the Koopa army. The castle isn't too far from the university, after all. I think she is also working toward a minor in apparel design, but I'm not sure. I don't ask her about that stuff too much. As for me, I already finished college. Originally, I wanted to become a cop like my mother, but I found that directly working for the Koopa army was more interesting to me, not to mention it was something I couldn't refuse doing. I chose to attend some of the specialized classes in the college around here. I didn't bother with a minor though.

Ludwig: I focused all my attention on the study of magic. Fortunately, the college I went to offered a major dedicated to it. It was a bit more complicated than I expected.. I struggled at first, but I was soon able to catch up to my peers. Even now, after I graduated, there's more things I need to learn.

Iggy: I'm going for a degree in robotics! With a minor in animal sciences! HAH. I'm not even planning on owning a farm in the future, but what the heck? I might as well do it, right?

Lemmy: I didn't go to college. Acrobatics are my passion! I don't need a bachelor's degree in "clowning". I don't even think that's a real thing...

Larry: Morton and I haven't even finished high school! We don't have to worry about that stuff yet.

[dodger-chan]

Self-indulgent birthday posting: some random background facts from the universe of Reveal the Yearning Desert that never made the text of either the main fic or one of the many side stories.

Tommy is a six on the Kinsey scale; he likes guys only. His relationship with Carol is completely platonic.

When they were in middle school, Carol used to read parts of her mom's romance novels to Steve.

The romance novels didn't teach Steve much about the mechanics of sex, but they did teach him that a woman's pleasure is an integral part of the experience.

Steve can read, he's just really not great at it. It's always work for him, and if what he's reading has long paragraphs, or multiple words he doesn't know (his vocabulary is pretty bad), he's likely to give up on it. He's probably dyslexic, but doesn't know anything about learning disabilities.

Steve mostly does try in his classes, but he's prone to causing disruptions in class when he's moody and wants attention. (He was worse in elementary and middle school; highschool Steve is both trying harder and gets enough attention from sports and girls that he doesn't need to be as much a class clown.)

Carol is a mostly average student academically, but doesn't like to work at it and is frequently rude to her teachers. She doesn't care about detentions, suspensions, or any other punishment. Calling her parents might change what her father says to her, but not how he says it.

Tommy is the good student. He turns in all his assignments, gets above average grades, and is polite to his teachers. Some of them worry Steve and Carol are a bad influence on Tommy. (Teachers are often quite bad at noticing bullying, and since Tommy only picks on social outcasts, some of them even approve of his attitude.)

Carol has a fondness for crude humor (okay, that made the text) and spoof comedies. Her favorite tv show is Police Squad.

At Tina's Halloween party, the trio are dressed as the main characters from the film Rebel Without a Cause. Officially, Tommy is Jim to Carol's Judy, with Steve as Plato, because Tommy and Carol are the couple. But, well, Tommy is pretty clearly the Plato of that trio, even though Steve and Carol would never date.

Despite his reputation, Steve is rarely particularly drunk or high at parties. He saves that for when it's just him, Carol, and Tommy (because he knows they won't say shit about him being clingy, emotional, or, you know, gay; if Steve regularly got trashed in public he'd probably have been outed well before the start of canon). Part of why he likes keg stands is that if you do one relatively early in the party, no one things you're some loser who doesn't drink even if you spend the rest of the night nursing one beer.

Tommy is the only character who knows the word "bisexual," which he learned at college. He eventually teaches it to Steve, who shares it with everyone else.

Steve actually owns the issue of Playboy where Bowie says he's bisexual (stolen from his dad). He's never read it; Steve does not read Playboy for the articles.

Carol has never believed Steve is attracted to women, even before he and Tommy "messed around." She will never believe it. She can buy the concept of bisexuality, but not that it applies to Steve.

Steve assumes Tommy is bisexual (once Carol convinces him Tommy isn't a straight boy who only messed around with Steve due to circumstances).

Tommy lost his virginity to Steve the summer after their freshman year (after he started dating Carol). Of course, none of them think of it that way, because it's only sex if penetration is involved (cue massive eye rolls from Robin and Eddie).

Carol and Tommy have only had sex once (if you don't count the times she watched him with Steve). They both hated it.

Steve actually has a very good instinctual understanding of consent when it comes to sex. He's not just good at taking "no" for an answer, but at hearing nerves in a "yes," and finding a level of physical intimacy his partner is comfortable with.

Tommy is not self-aware enough to understand that he hates Jonathan Byers out of jealousy. The Byers family is proof that a woman can leave her shitty abusive husband, can protect her kids from him, and Tommy can't stand that.

The Cyndi Lauper song Carol uses to dodge Vecna is Time After Time, a song about being loved even when you make it difficult.

[adriankyte-writes]

Lore Drop

Lore Drop

Tagged by @bagheerita and @chaniis-atlantis

Do you make your bed? No. It seems like a fairly stupid ritual to me. I'm the only person who sees it. I don't want to spend 5 to 10 minutes in the morning straightening it out, to then have to undo it when I'm going to bed. I tend to snug every blanket I own bundled on me, so "making the bed" is an ordeal.

Favorite number? 13

If you could go back to school, would you? I am considering it. Getting a masters could help me move up in my career a lot and I really enjoy going to school, as weird as that may sound. But I'm also at a point in my life where I'm taking a serious look at what I need to retire, and I'm wondering if I wouldn't rather focus my energy and funds on generating income streams.

Can you parallel park? Surprisingly, yes. I failed parallel parking both times I took my driving test, but years later I was attending college on a campus with limited parking. So I decided to give it a try to save me having to walk and what do you know I can. (Still don't much like to though.)

Do you think aliens are real? Yes. I think the universe is vast enough that it is arrogant to assume our planet is the only one capable of sustaining intelligent life. I also give fairies and cryptids the same consideration so take that with a grain of salt.

Can you drive a manual car? I understand the concept, in practice I was told that learning wrecks the transmission and the only person I knew who could wouldn't teach me unless I dropped the cash for a new one.

What’s your guilty pleasure? My big one right now is VR. I got introduced at a party and I'm absolutely hooked. Saved up for months to buy a headset.

Tattoos? 4, a dragonfly, kanji, crystal ball and a chibi grim reaper.

Favorite color? Purple, silver, black and blue

Do you like puzzles? Sometimes. I enjoy doing them, but my adhd makes it difficult to finish them, and then they make me feel guilty.

Any phobias? Crickets (thank you Texas drought/flood combo) and clowns (thank you Stephen King.)

Favorite childhood sport? Lightsaber duels. (I was not terribly popular at the religious academy where I spent my early education.) I actually spent quite a bit of time in private play/stimming and never really got the social aspects of sports down, and I hate playing most of the sports games. Oh wait. Archery is a sport. Definitely archery.

Do you talk to yourself? Yes. When I start answering myself it's a good indication that I need to engage in some socialization.

Tagging @leahnardo-da-veggie @idkaguyorsomething @chaos-monkeyy

and anyone else who wants to play

[velvet-midnight]

Andy/Marius: ...Maybe it will choose me over you. I cannot let you shoulder this.

Mikey/Jericho: Sir Marius, I-I mean this in the most respectful and polite way possible, but you already got one curse. P'raps let us bear some curses, so you don't have to - that's the point of friends!

Andy/Marius: I would almost, reflexively, snap to Jericho, I can bear more!

Mikey/Jericho: Why don't you let your friends shoulder a little bit of your burden. Let the world do its own spinning.

[where-the-warren-ends]

MY BABIES!!

Bimbi's bio: Bimbi graduates from clown academy this year! Bimbi is so excited to be a professional clown. They're perfecting a comedy routine, so they can start working right away, Not only does Bimbi have perfect comedic timing, they're also a talented tap dancer!

Eurydice's bio: Eurydice is a high-school English teacher by day and a professional cosplayer by night. She loves combining her two worlds into one at the end of every class novel, when she'll come to school dressed as a character voted on by the students! This month, she has to construct a 'white whale' costume. Think she can do it?

Declan's bio: If there's one thing Declan procrastinates doing, it's washing dishes. As a busy clown, Declan never has time to scrub and dry plates and glasses, but he just had a great idea to help him get motivated—hosting a dishwashing disco party! Don't forget to bring your own sponge!

Ukee's bio: Ukee's booming voice can be heard from anywhere in the kitchen and beyond! This chef is serious about good food, so you better keep your wits about you, if you're on the cooking line when Ukee's around. He can spot an over cooked egg from miles away!

Yekaterina's bio (I have her!): Yekaterina works as a tax accountant for the local insurance company. After a long day in the office, she enjoys unwinding at home with a bowl of tuna salad and her beloved cat, Ms. Floof. These besties don't need much, as long as they have each other!

Resul's bio (I have him): Resul runs his own hot dog truck! He drives to busy beach spots and performs some of his clown tricks while waiting for hungry 'Mallows to gather. Resul's truck is known for all of its exciting topping options, like grilled pineapple, coleslaw, and super spicy sliced peppers! What hot dog toppings do you like?

Umberto's bio (i have him too): Umberto teaches "Advanced Clownery" at the local college. This semester, his students are learning how to ride a unicycle and juggle bowling pins— at the same time! Umberto promises that if everyone passes their final exam, they can pie him in the face!

[thewordstoeverything]

"My mother was dead. I fell to my knees."

I'm a toddler. I'm listening to Mom read. She pauses. She blinks. She continues. Death happens on TV sometimes. My mom's eyes are wet. I don't know this feeling.

"My mother was dead. I fell to my knees."

I'm a child. I'm on the steps at recess. I'm reading a book. I'm always reading a book. My mother is alive so I don't know the feeling exactly. I have lost pets and great grandparents. I cried and hugged my mom when they died. She wasn't normal for awhile after. My grandma isn't normal still.

"My mother was dead. I fell to my knees."

I'm a preteen. I'm in junior high. A peer I've known for years says this after a month's absence. His face is wet and red. He is always quiet now, though he is titled Class Clown in last year's yearbook. My mom cries with me when I tell her. We hug in the car.

"My mother was dead. I fell to my knees."

I'm in high school. My teacher reads out loud to the class. I write my notes for the upcoming essay and the final exam. The author is important. This is a driving force for the character. The teacher pauses; says he lost his mother too. When he reads again, he has to clear his throat. This must be accurate then, I tell my mother later. She says she assumes so, since her mom said the same.

"My mother was dead. I fell to my knees."

I'm in college. I'm listening to my professor. This is bad writing from an overrated author, he teaches. This is telling and not showing. Nobody falls to their knees in real life, he insists. This is a cliche. His mother is still alive, he tells us when questioned by another student. My mother and I gossip on the phone about his arrogance that night.

"My mother was dead. I fell to my knees."

I'm in my early twenties. I delete the sentence fifteen times. I can't get over this block, I tell my mother, rubbing my forehead. It's so cliche. It's not raw enough, I sigh. She works in a nursing home. She sees death often. We call Grandma still. It's fine, she tells us both. Keep the line. They're not literary analysts though. I abandon the project.

"My mother was dead. I fell to my knees."

I'm twenty-seven. I am reading a parody to my best friend. I wrote it when I was in college. It isn't affectionate. It's intentionally written poorly. We are chuckling at the cliches I mocked. My mother is in the hospital. The doctors tell us she will make a full recovery. We are celebrating. My phone rings. Hello Grandma, I answer mid laugh, my best friend listening.

My mother is dead.

I fall to my knees.

[itsguysnightitsironic]

INDEX

Curse of Strahdanya -- THE TITLE OF THE EP.

EXTRA CONTENT: . ILLUSTRATION (🦇) . COMIC (💀) . VIDEO / ANIMATIC (🌹) . SHITPOST (🔥) If emojis are fuss together it's the two things ---> example: (🔥 / 🦇 ) SHITPOST AND ILLUSTRATION. If it's surrender by stars (⭐) it means it's an official LOA short that I was commissioned to animate.

We might not know where we're going, but at less the light will guide us.

EP. 0 THE DOOMED EXPEDITION

"I'm sure the guide won't try to sell us his religion for the rest of the expedition" (💀 / 🔥) I can't even ask for a timeout, it will only make it worse. (🌹) Ah yes, the unknown warrior who appeared out of nowhere with a sword at hand is friend-shaped (🌹/🔥)

EP. 1 DEATH HOUSE

EP. 2 SINS OF THE FATHER

EP. 3 SUFFER THE LITTLE CHILDREN

EP. 4 PHANTASMAGORIA

EP. 5 WIDOW'S WATCH

EP. 6 THE RAVEN CHILD

"I see the fire inside of you, Shepherd. Now be bathed in fire, ALL OF YOU. " (🦇) He was NOT A FAIRY, WHAT'S THAT? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? SARNAX I SWEAR TO- (🔥/💀)

EP.7 CREEPING ROOT

A raven's nest, a warm one. (🦇) "Well, I like this one! Why don't you let her speak?" (🦇) A sun inside a mine, a canary in a coal mine. (🦇) Cutting deep, finger and all (🦇)

EP. 8 FALLEN FROM GRACE

EP. 9 AMONG MONSTERS

EP. 10 END OF ALL HOPE

Summer days (🦇)

EP. 11 PRAYER FOR THE DYING

EP. 12 TOMB OF SORROWS

EP. 13 MOTHER'S MALICE

EP. 14 CRADLE TO GRAVE

EP. 15 SOMETHING WICKED

EP. 16 CREATURES OF THE NIGHT

EP. 17 MALEDICTION

EP. 18 THE LINE LINE BETWEEMN LOVE AND HATE

EP.19 THE DEVIL CRIED

EP. 20 LAMENT OF THE DAMNED

EP.21 BLOOD MOON.

🐺🐺OF HEART AND HARVEST🐺🐺

This 13th feels very 31st if you ask me, because it feels like the end of me. (🔥) Put the witch hunters in the carriage and nobody gets hurt (🔥)

OUTSIDE THE LOOP.

Give me your eyes, and I shall light the way (🦇) War paint* (🦇/🔥) ⭐The horrors (the clowns) keep following me home (Curse of Strahdanya) (🌹/🔥) ⭐ How many times do we have to teach you this lesson, old fey? (💀/🔥) ---> ft. 🥀🥀 EDGE OF MIDNIGHT🥀🥀 Curse of the Nitghborne. (💀 / 🔥/🌹) ---> ft. 🥀🥀 EDGE OF MIDNIGHT🥀🥀 Some more curses for the curse collector (🔥) Things that would kill a Victorian child: Victoria Isaacs (🦇) Advertising these days is getting weirder and weirder (🌹/🔥) The Drakkar Trail I SECRET MISSION EP 3 I (🌹) ---> ft. 💠💠ICEBOUND💠💠 Kith and kin. /Aromantic week 2024/ (💀) ---->ft. 🪻🪻BENEATH DARK WINGS🪻🪻 ---->ft.🌼🌼ONCE UPON A WITCHLIGHT 🌼🌼 ---> ft. 💠💠ICEBOUND💠💠 ---> ft. 🥀🥀 EDGE OF MIDNIGHT🥀🥀 ---> ft.✨✨STARDUST RHAPSODY ✨✨ ---> ft. 🌻🌻PRIME 🌻🌻 A yes the Strahd, the Strad, the Strdad, the Starh, the- (🔥) ⭐Save a horse, and the cowboy, mostly the cowboy (🌹/🔥) ⭐ Hand in unlovable hand (🦇) R.I.P to the COS gang they could have loved "La Revetlla de Sant Joan" (🔥) Sarnax's lamp spinning around like a microwave. (🔥) The sword between the hand and the wall (🦇) "Hell, I don't go anywhere without Sarnax, you stick the two funny-looking guys together and we just do our thing." (💀 / 🔥/🦇) ---> Ja ja ja, college life (dies) (🔥) The water that made the blade(🦇) An invitation for a midnight snack I PART 1 I (💀 / 🔥) ---> ft. 🥀🥀 EDGE OF MIDNIGHT🥀🥀 An invitation for a midnight snack I PART 2 I (💀 / 🔥) ---> ft. 🥀🥀 EDGE OF MIDNIGHT🥀🥀 An invitation for a midnight snack I PART 3 I (💀 / 🔥) ---> ft. 🥀🥀 EDGE OF MIDNIGHT🥀🥀 An invitation for a midnight snack I PART 4 I (💀 / 🔥) ---> ft. 🥀🥀 EDGE OF MIDNIGHT🥀🥀 An invitation for a midnight snack I PART 5 I (💀 / 🔥) ---> ft. 🥀🥀 EDGE OF MIDNIGHT🥀🥀 The shepherd to a herd, the herd to a shepherd (💀/🦇) WhAATT MURRhhhhDDeeerrrrR?¿??!!!¡¡¡ (🔥) Putting the GEN into the CON (🦇) Flame without wax. (🦇) THE WAGON AT THE END OF THE ROAD (🔥 / 💀) ---> ft. 🌼ONCE UPON A WITCHLIGHT 🌼

[soulfullofold]

continuing from previous post but uuuuuuuu not sure if this is remotely interesting to people but i'm taking a ceramics class rn and it's consumed my life completely

i'm out of university so i am auditing it. which has its own unique challenges of working full time + missing work for class + having to put in so many extra & odd hours in the studio to get assignments done. it's really nice to be in an academic setting again. I never actually took an art class in college...well...I took a 300lvl Art History class and tecchhhnically an ART class but focused on motion picture / film so not a proper studio art class with critique and studio hours. it's a nice new experience is my point. I was signed up for wheel throwing but they had to split the class into two sections so I got put in hand building instead (so that the actual students could take wheel LOL). it's fine; i really don't mind hand building. but we're starting from scratch scratch and i'm like. I just want to make weird sculptures not tiles but i understand and respect the progression of the class.

i'm pretty proud of what i'm making (even with the railroady assignments) and i really like our professor. she's really good about involving students in more complex things if they ask, and i love to ask. like please teach me how to make your own glaze and how to load / unload the kiln...

today i was sitting at my work desk just daydreaming about how to continue doing this after this class. i know ceramics is expensive as hell but it's also like. not That bad all things considered. like clay isn't too too bad, and you can recycle a lot of it from your tools and messed up projects. even if you have like. 1-2 glazes that you return to over and over again, it helps establish your identity as an artist so there's no need to have like a bajillion different options necessarily, as nice as it would be. even a wheel isn't required since you can hand build everything. a slab roller would be nice and so would a K I L N but you know how it is. studio membership is pretty expensive but at least i could have access to these things if needed. anyways i went on kilnshare and the nearest kiln to me is ~2 hours away. but i stalked the lady who ran the studio and learned all about her LOL (she shares prolifically on FB). And it's just....yeah i dunno. it would be cool to keep it up if I could.

But also I know I have a tendency to throw my entire self into whatever I do, no matter how mundane it is. So I'm like. Okay do we REALLY need to deep dive into all of this ceramics stuff and try and source a kiln and clay and build a studio (whaaaat)? I've literally been doing this for 3 or 4 weeks. What Gives. Cool The Jets. I did this with screen printing and block printing and embroidery to a lesser extent and it's just...I'm not in a place to afford RENT why am I like 👀 oh let's see if anyone is selling their used $5k kiln haa haa. Don't worry. I will definitely have a place for it and be able to literally power it with enough electricity.

I really enjoy sculpting and I think the ability to make Functional art is very very cool. And to produce it relatively easier (compared to a painting which is...a huge huge time sink for not a lot of replicable effort imo). I'm also happier experimenting with sculpture than I am with paint, I dunno. It's a different brain space to me.

The clay dust must be congealing in my brain. Clown Brain is a very accurate title; it's like clown lung but for my art-related decision making. I guess I'm just in the honeymoon stage with ceramics. I really am enjoying it very much, even if I do sometimes have to spend 14 hours straight in the studio to get projects done or come in multiple times per day or whatever. And it's literally just the most simple hand building projects that I just like to make crazy complicated for fun.

Yesterday and today I made 100 pinch pots :) Mugs are SOON since we learn handles tomorrow. mother of god it's all real. once my tiles are through the glaze firing, i will post them. also i found out someone's project blew up and took mine out with it in the bisque. i spent like 40 hrs on that thang. Great. but i'm trying to stay positive.

AND . sorry this is so rambly i'm just on little sleep and many thoughtless hours hunched over a banding wheel. and it has been nice, i think, to just make art i want to make again. (holds my hands out like spongebob about to be squished) I MEAN like . non arpg personal art. just like. yeah i want to draw a hill with a distant figure on it. no it's not an oc and no i don't have to score it for points and no i don't have to show or explain it to literally anyone. like i'm enjoying experimenting with subject matter that i like outside of twwm / esk after my fallout from exiting staff. also that is a whole other can of worms i am still processing so if you know me from that space, i am very sorry for the sudden change and for the little to no explanation for the sake of being professional but you can dm me and we can talk about it if you're curious. i don't hold any ill will for the game and i'm so happy that people are still enjoying it and their characters outside of me but man i have had experiences and many many thoughts.

okay that snuck in outta nowhere YAY sculpting YAY someone stop me from trying to randomly derail my life and create a pottery studio in the backyard i don't own

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Was having silly thoughts about Peach's plush friend from her college years lmao I still think of them a lot, but brain said Pepper is in school gotta do some big paper thing on a subject for a grade and Pepper goes "oh I have the best idea" and goes to ring up Peach's old roommate from college and adult friend person like Hiiii auntiee can I have access to some of your research papers about x for a project 🥺 (pulling out the ol puppy eyes and auntie card because like it could be argued to some degree the friend is an honorary fam member especially because she would've really tried with pepper even tho baby pepper threatened her and she probably sends pepper gifts from the region she's in ect same for peach so honorary aunt maybe idk how loosely they use familial terms) and the friend is just "Of course my little Pepper poppet I will email them over to you immediately, if you want to know anymore absolutely feel free to contact me ill get back as soon as I can! I'm so glad you're taking an interest in this field I hope you do amazing on your project I know you will!" just lmao overjoyed by Peppers interest and all

Pepper does her paper gets it back but sees the teacher reduces her marks with a note about how referring to the Professor whos research paper you referenced by their first name is improper so you lost marks because you don't know them personally you're not their friend ect. And Pepper just aight BET and calls up the prof in class who is awake despite timezones and is like "hellooooo Pepper lovely to hear from you but I am observing wild Swoobat behaviour right now so is this urgent?" and Pepper is just "my teach reduced my score for that paper I did because I used your first name, because I apparently don't know you like that and I'm not your friend."

So the friend is just *insulted noises!!* Pepper please hand the phone over. So Pepper just >¦3 because ur gonna get fucking told. Idk I can see Pepper being absolutely down to clown on teacher authority whenever she can

Pepper: My mom is a fucking scientist you dipshit. Of course i know the scientist >:(

Later

Peach: Peppy, Honey, please for the love of all Mews, stop cussing in school -.-

Pepper: I am but a mirror of your own faults mother.

Peach: Yeah, that philosophical shit isnt gonna work on me, stop cussing in school

Pepper: >:( Auntie would let me cuss.

Peach: Youre Auntie has a soft spot for you, shut your face and lets go.