#today since I'm feeling a bit better i figured I'd actually draw it!

[gojodaily]

Today's Gojo is: Being a dickhead to his sick husband!!!

Original meme below the cut

[ajcgames]

Polishing here, polishing there

'Flow' and 'feel' are two important metrics that I like to consider when I building out interactions in the game.

Here's an updated video of the current UI, tasks view and other bits, showing what it's like following tasks to get your science generation up and running:

Flow is mostly about how easy it is for the player to move between different kinds of interactions - placing things in the level, to opening up their info pop ups or accessing other game screens, and how many steps you put between the player between their current activity and what they're now trying to do.

Feel is mostly about whether or not a given game interaction is fluid and frictionless. Considerations here include speed of UI presentation, layout of important data or values, and whether the physical interactions (such as clicking on things) is responsive and tactile.

I've spent a great deal of my time over the last 20 years as a developer trying to make nice-looking and nice 'feeling' UI designs. Not always successfully, and often times far too rigidly adherant to trends or within comfortable design paradigms.

I didn't want to rewrite the book on UI design for this game, nor did I want to break accepted conventions for this type of game (management / automation). You expect a certain degree of information dialogs and button clicking in games like this, but the manner and presentation of these is definitely something that can be open to interpretation and personal style.

I always try and incorporate some form of animation into my UI, even if just some tasteful fading here and there. Making things a little more kinetic can help draw the eye, or change an otherwise jarring transition into something more fluid and pleasant. Hopefully some of my efforts one this front come across in the video (they naturally look best running at 60+ fps, since most embedded videos seem to fail to replay them at this!).

Perhaps I spend too much time worrying about those things? It's a possibility. The more time I spend fussing over the presentation of a UI element could be time better spent on actual development. But I suppose I did say from the outset that this is a game I'd like to play for myself, so I guess it's a really just a bonus if other folks enjoy it as much as I do. It makes it feel worth the effort.

The weekend is here, and so are the jobs!

Yes, as I mentioned a couple of days ago, I'm planning on some big developments for the game this weekend. I'll probably outline these in a follow-up blog post to this one so as not to clutter today's thoughts with those for the coming days. There are some interesting things I've got planned, and I'd like to see whether I can figure out some interesting programming challenges that they'll raise.

I'll talk about these soon, so you can probably expect another post to follow this one within the hour!

Thanks for swinging by and taking the time to reach here! If I'm lucky I'll see you again in the next one too!

Have a great weekend! 😊

[demonanastasi]

I do something similar with assigning a Deadly Sin to each day! It is for the sake of ensuring my dopamine is continuously nurtured, since my audhd makes that not be a passive thing. Here are the correspondences:

(note that I'm liable to switch Wednesday and Saturday due to how things energetically have been going with those -- switched up -- and Envy's Demon corresponding with Mercury's water element of Super Weenie Wednesday)

Monday: Sloth (Moon). Largely my first day off from work at the restaurant, and with being audhd I am out of commission on my first day off, with a lotta exec dys, etc. Just do what I can and if I can't, that is well.

Tuesday: Wrath (Mars). This is a day for working out my frustrations. In truth I've been neglecting this a tad. But this past weekend Tuesday was my first day off and I'd been pissed at large every day for like three days straight and wanted a break from thinking about what made me angry. So in a way I did the thing this past Tuesday in taking a rest from my Wrath.

Wednesday: Gluttony (Mercury). It was a tossup between Gluttony and Envy this day, and I chose Gluttony for it because of the fact I have more time to cook this day due to my work schedule. Gluttony day is wherein I make a point to feed myself at least decently, but I had a bit of trouble with that yesterday due to what a fucked weekend and Monday I had at work. Now that I've gotten a feel for Saturday double shifts I think I'll find Gluttony better served therein. We'll see. It's just been a weird week and weekend.

Thursday: Greed (Jupiter). Herein I do something involving my finances and material wants. Online window shopping? Might do that today. I know there are many things I want for my home like more actual furniture, but I spent money on two new bedsheet sets Tuesday because I could not wait on replacing my old, worn bedsheets I can only sleep on certain parts of due to sensory issues with some gunk that won't come out (sleeping on the worn places was light mental torture but better than coming into contact with THAT). Anyhoo, I happen to usually get my pay from my other job on Thursdays.

Friday: Lust (Venus). Doing something to inspire Lust in myself (like drawing my hot f/o). Point blank I have enjoyed a big O the past two Fridays and last week the whole shebang was an offering to Asmodeus. Lust is a wonderful feeling full of passion and dopamine. During my upsets regarding work this past weekend, looking at a nude I drew of Asmodeus as I portray him in my comic was one of the few things that calmed me.

Saturday: Envy (Saturn). This one could be switched with Gluttony. Anyways Envy day is for working out where I feel inadequate and also for figuring out areas wherein I want to improve. A lotta that happened yesterday (Wednesday). It was rough emotionally.

Sunday: Pride (Sun). Herein is devoted to noting what I'm good at and what brings me pride. This past Sunday, I did do that, but the worknight left me feeling like a worthless piece of shit because I in my audhd couldn't handle the tickets that kept coming and coming and coming right at close because of where my stress levels were at the time. But I wouldn't change my brain for anything in the world. My coworkers value my rigid way of organizing sets for food items. It makes sense and is clear. It is like having a superpower, and what do people with big superpowers have? Big achilles's heels to balance them out. I can't control the workload, and it can fuck me up, and that's okay! I'm still me.

Witchy Self-Care

*pulls out draft from over a year ago* ENJOY

Hi! this is a list of witchy self-care things you can do. Most of these are pretty basic on account that i wrote this ages ago but they definitely still work. Anyways, I hope these help :)

Do the dishes and dedicate it to your house spirit (if you have one) or a deity (if you're religious)

sweep/mop your floor in the shape of sigils

add rosemary (or rosemary water/essential oils) to the water you mop with to set an intention of cleansing

taking ritual a bath/shower

cleansing your energy. it's so basic but I forget more than i'd like to admit

dedicating time to yourself. it's just as important as dedicating time to your deities/other spirits

light shadow work or going to therapy. bettering your mental health also betters your spiritual.

go outside and ground yourself

take a nap (less witchy, more, I love naps. rest is important)

work out/stretch and dedicate it to an entity

do some gratitude

take 5 minutes to just sit and turn off your devices. you can use this time for anything, just take a second to get off screens and connect with the world around you

meditate. if you can't sit still long enough to meditate, just focus on taking 3 deep breathes

when you wash your face, draw sigils on your face with the cleanser and moisturiser

^do the same as above but with your body wash and when you wash your hair

say some affirmations/manifestations while brushing your teeth

just check in with yourself and see how you're feeling spiritually, psychically and emotionally. sometimes we don't actually know how we're feeling until we sit down and actually ask ourselves.

If anyone has any more to add please comment. I'll add them to the list (with credit of course)

[keefwho]

January 06 - 2025 Monday

10:55pm

Today was hard but I got through it. I didn't stream this morning and I stayed very focused on my work. I felt pride in what I was doing, I aimed to do a good job and as a bonus I happened to be naturally in the flow of things. I think I did very good today.

I made myself join and talk a little bit in BR's server today during lunch. They invited me to join their new Minecraft server so if I can figure out something I'd actually have fun doing on it, I'll join.

I finished the commission in the afternoon during my personal drawing time since I had to get it done today. It helped that I liked the commission. I starting adding hands to my horse avatar but in the process I started tweaking his height, shoulders, and proportions a little bit. I'm happy with what I've done to him, he looks like a little bit less like a cartoon horse and more like how I imagined. The changes are very subtle but I think it made a difference. This means I have to do this to the edits I've made currently though. I have to apply this to the slutty version which will take some work. I'm feeling like I shouldn't have been too eager to start making outfits when I knew I wasn't totally satisfied with base model. I should be able to get it all done this week though.

During yoga I made it a point to focus on my upper chest and shoulders the entire practice. That is where I knew something was. What I felt was the crushing despair associated with multiple areas in my life right now and how much effort it takes to carry that through the day. I had to feel that and still bring myself to commit to the poses with strength despite inherently feeling like I wanted to crumple over. I think this is what it means when different sources of reading material tell me I can carry feelings with me while I make decisions and live my life. After yoga I sat and listened to music in VR for a tiny bit.

I decided to join the AoVR golf night. At first I was alone and did the whole course by myself. I enjoyed the game though, I felt cozy taking it slow and not caring about what my score was. I was more focused on each isolated stroke and the vibes of each hole. I ran into a small group on my second time around and stuck with them, they welcomed me in until golf was over. I got off to eat.

Tonight things were hitting me heavy enough that I called the hotline again. Funny enough I got this Chris fellow I talked to last time I called. I told him what was going on and how crushing everything is. He didn't tell me anything new, I already knew more or less why I felt how I did and ways I can push myself to get better. The vocal exchange helped though. He did offer some encouragement I need, that I am clearly putting forth the effort to get myself to a better place which must mean I care and have hope. I do. Every single day is so hard but my strong need to never give up keeps me going. If nothing else, I am committed. I am loyal.

I also painted while I was on the hotline. I chose to paint one of the golf holes. I have so many memories associated with those golf maps though. Multiple different eras of friends and how I used to try golf to calm my anxiety while I was alone. I remembered it all.

[radioiaci]

@the-devil-less-known ⧐ Little clawed hands fidget with the wrapped up present in his hands, trying hard not to pierce through the mahogany paper. "I wanted to come in person this time, to wish you a happy birthday. Maybe it's a little tacky, but I figured that ...no one should be alone on a day like this. Though, uh, if you'd be more comfortable opening it in private, I'd understand." Last thing he'd want to do is make anyone feel like they had to be performative about their gratitude or, worse, feel embarrassed about being actually grateful and expressing it.... Receiving gifts and being watched had always been difficult for him, himself, since he never knew how to react appropriately. As much as he loved to make and plan and give them to others, he liked to do so from a distance and privately. But today.... Today was both Alastor's birthday and New Year's, in a very short time and Lucifer wanted to try something different. He noticed, often, how much Alastor did things on his own. How, even in the amidst of others in the Hotel, a certain... distance was kept. Not that Alastor was incapable of caring or being attached in some way (as much as he would stiffly deny it like the suggestion was some grave offense), but it sort of... struck the King as a bit lonesome. Or maybe that was just some projection on his part. Again. Point was, he'd rather give Alastor the option to decide which he'd prefer... and offers it up to him, peeking under his lashes. "Happy New Year's, too. Not much longer now, until midnight." Inside, should he decide to open it there and then, is a carved wooden prism, acting like the panes of a cathedral window, it first glowed dimly, light warm and gentle like a night light... Though Alastor might recognize, being able to look through to the inside, at the base of it were some of the innards of a radio, as familiar with such things as he was. "Go ahead," Lucifer whispered. "Play a song." The light flickered, and transformed. The crystal inside changed colors from the muted amber from before, to a sweet blue glow, bright to stare at directly, but when one looked up at the images casted on the wall? It was the night sky, unblemished by light pollution. Milky way spilled on the walls, coating it in stars and nebula, individual drop-like comets zipping over the surface between the paned shadows as it slowl spun... Sure, he could have been given just the crystal alone, but this felt better, giving it a personal touch and maybe, privately, Lucifer felt good about knowing that... he had been the one to give this gift to this man in particular, and be associated with it. "I figured... There might be some nights that you can't easily come over, too busy or maybe not up for company, but I didn't want that to prevent you from seeing them. When you channel your power into this receiver, it'll switch on, and you'll have your own personal light show. Merry new year, Alastor... and happy birthday. If you have a wish, maybe, I might grant it for you. I'm feeling pretty generous right now."

NEW YEARS KISS ASKS

Lucifer's presumption that Alastor keeps to himself more often than not is an accurate one. Though he makes an effort to be present when he must be, the radio demon is often a bit lost in his own thoughts and machinations. Too wary of drawing too close to any one specific individual who he does not dare to permit entry into the finer points of his personhood, he can be found somewhat segregated on most occasions, though he does his best to not make it too obvious.

It seems Lucifer has sussed him out, regardless as he is approached, glancing down at the other as he offers up the unexpected gift. Tentative hands reach out to take it from the Devil's hold, though he eyes it with some curiosity and confusion. Alastor has never once expected any actual gifts on his birthday - particularly because in Hell, they have such less importance and weight when it's feasible to live infinitely if one is careful. To have someone consider him on the day, however, strikes him somewhere vulnerable that he does his best to quash before it grows more sentimental than he knows what to do with.

"...Maybe over here," he says as a bit of an afterthought. Not too bothered by opening it in front of Lucifer; more bothered by the presence of anyone else at this point, and so he guides the other into the hall instead. Not entirely private, but not entirely public either. Comfortable enough with the surroundings to begin opening the gift with some careful consideration for the wrapping as he reveals the prism within. Eyebrows raise at its artistry - Lucifer has always been adept at making a nice looking thing. And true enough, he can observe the parts within, understanding that Lucifer must have gone to some lengths to include them in the construction.

But that is not the best part, apparently, as it is prompted to begin its strangely mystical little ability, casting its light up on the walls around them to display the effervescent span of stars that mimicked those they'd seen in the observatory-style room.

When they had-

Engaged in other things.

There is a lot of weight to that memory, though Alastor cannot say that any of it is bad. It stirs something within him to see the stars reflected so near to him - and in a way that he can take with him. When he is uncertain as to whether or not he is feeling up to company, he supposes.

Though that, he thinks, might become less frequent, so long as Lucifer is involved.

The struggle now is that he does not truly know how to say thank you. Saying it too sincerely might feel... strange and too open. So instead, he will need to get creative. And, he assumes, that Lucifer will not mind what he settles on, his mouth tilting in a slight smirk at the gesture of being given a wish. He will not be so naïve to think that he can take advantage of that in some untoward way. Not here and now. Alastor has always played his cards much more carefully than that.

"Mm. I think I know. My wish would have to be permission granted to provide an ample show of appreciation for such a gift."

A roundabout way to say that he will not be providing more context before he is reaching with his free hand, coasting claws gently along the underside of Lucifer's chin to tilt it upwards. Just enough for Alastor to meet him halfway as he leans over, bathing them both in the light of the little prism as he presses his mouth in an almost tender connection to Lucifer's. Slow, though not necessarily deep. Something that may leave one eager for more. A tease. A taste.

"Thank you. And a happy new year to you, as well," he offers in a murmur before pulling back entirely.

"I should go and place this in my room. I'm sure there are more midnight party plans that the others would like you to be part of, yes?" He might be slightly too coy to invite the other to his room just yet - but there is the most subtle of glances given with his deep red gaze that might present the possibility.

"Enjoy, if you so please."

Lucifer knows where he will be, otherwise.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary293

7/8/24

monday

funny news today!

funny to me, at least because any kind of success, or "success" is kinda funny to me, or weird, like, unbelievable i guess, always too good to be true feeling, you know. anyway, the news is that a tape label wants to put out my album, they're local, they seem to be doing pretty limited runs and stuff, the person running it seems pretty nice, so i'm getting everything together as much as possible for that, i need to do another cover for that which is fun to me.

not to be like bitchy i guess but i've got some mixed feelings about putting out a cassette of the record, since i feel like it's sooooo digital that it can't really sound all too good thru cassette. plus i do really like the original cover so the new thing i'm laying out feels a bit lesser, but i am doing another illustration for it, another of myself, to play nicer with the image. i hope that looks good when i'm done with it. i got it laid out really quickly, the drawing, and started on the face and stuff which feels nice to have done.

basically on the new cover i did all the text, got a cute thing on there, now i'm trying figure out how to keep all the weird stuff that i put on there, like the collage elements that make it look kinda cuhrazy. i think this is good, the limited size of the jcard, it might make those psp pics i got more useful, which is nice, i might be able to fit one of those in...

but this is distracting me from doing writing. or not distracting me. i'm being bad about it. i need to just sit down and do it, but i guess i'm like, oh... i need to work on music, i'm still there mentally. i don't want to take a break but i want to do so much and i need to do so much. i guess i'm now feeling a touch thing, as in, spread thin, i'm feeling spread thin. or i am spreading myself thin. no one is forcing me to do anything. honestly, i do find myself irritated by like, thinking about drawing things. it feels less than writing to me, like it's a diversion, it kind of is, because my drawings are essentially meaningless, and would need writing to situate them, or i guess that's how i think of things. i don't feel bad that they're thin on meaning, i just feel bad that i'm ignoring things that feel like they can do more, inside myself as i make them. i guess right now i'm doing a lot of things where i think, what do people see when they look at this, not necessarily something where i'm thinking through things, situations and sentences where clusters of thought form and harden or dissolve, turn into something else, the failure to capture the instant now and the... i don't want to say pursuit, that makes it almost about capture, when what i really want is to be beside it, like running beside an animal.

another thing, that person is also putting out a comp, and they mentioned a band dropping out, i said i don't think i have anything sitting around, but i actually do, so maybe the offer still stands, so maybe i can find something or mix something a bit better for release. but that's probably something i should think about later than right now.

god, listening to my old stuff is a little mortifying, i don't dislike it really i just feel like my instincts vocally/lyrically weren't what they are now, there's a lot i'd do different/get right probably. i wonder if people would get that sense though.

i do like how cheap and shitty those instrumentals sound though, all the midi stuff is really fun to me. i can't see myself ever going back to that fully, i think. maybe for some songs though idk.

anyway... what else today, i woke up to a strange dream, i can't recall all of it, but it was about me going to north korea, but then me going to north korea was actually a game made by someone who did go to north korea, an adventure point and click game about how beautiful it is in pyongyang, this journalist talking to immigrants who relocated to north korea, it made me emotional when they started talking about how they play basketball together to bond. then the journalist had to go out to the countryside where there was supposedly, according to the west, a crisis of blindness, he was out there and he was living with this family, their house reminded me of my grandma's house, in weird ways, and they had a self sufficient garden, it was foggy too. it reminded me of...how it felt when i was younger, playing stickrpg on the website with powdergame. do you know that feeling? the feeling is hard to express, other than, it's a place, a warm one, but also there's plenty you're trying to ignore, so you space out into the low resolution parts of life, shadows i guess, or not shadows, the perfectly outlined nothings? i dunno. it's got that sense of familiarity and trying to get distance but where you are is also something familial, there's too much warmth to not know, this is where you are, whether you like it or not, and this is going to be an important memory for you, like it or not, these old people struggling to support one another, the muted green tones, rolling hills in fog through the windows, white plaster sink shining from sunlight diffuse in the clouds. no rain, but it's on your skin, the future's telling you it will come. there's that there. the journalist helped them out, their totally self sufficient farming helped them a lot more though. part of the crisis was really that the world turned its back on helping communist countries, that places would not attempt even, to bring forth communism, so these people were left to suffer in self sufficiency because really the country was not rich. pyongyang was surreal though, it was an insane metropolis, in that it felt like,,, i dunno, it reminds me now of how it was to drive around in arizona at night when we were there? very odd. the journalist was an odd person. he wrote a very 2008-9 website, or in terms of graphic design it looked like that. that very uh... i don't know how to put it. it's not really minimalism, very sleek, little pixels of color, because he also had a game thing going on, hence the weird indie point and click adventure thing about north korea. it's that moment in indie games, bright pop art minimalist-ish stuff, you know? i remember that moment fondly. maybe 08-09 is incorrect timing but it links up to other things i remember looking like that. anyway he was i guess maybe kind of a tim rogers-esque figure, his website had all kinds of other writing... before even getting to him in the dream, actually, it was like i was watching a video essay about... dark souls, but only in an off-side way where its focus was a game that doesn't exist, or content for dark souls that doesn't exist. by that campster guy. weird dream. it's strange how the video game stuff almost has nothing to really meaningfully do with at least part of the dream, it's a weird frame for north korea, dream-korea.

otherwise today, i started thinking about twin peaks a lot, colorado and julee cruise's music. weird how colorado brings twin peaks to mind for me. i guess i'm glad the hellp made their song about it so i can get so emotional over twin peaks again.

anyway it's 11:55--ish now so i need to sleep!

bye bye !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fayesdiary]

Happy 2nd Anniversary!

Hello everyone!

Today marks the second anniversary of this blog! Wow, I can't believe it's been two years already! (Note, I created the blog earlier but February 4th 2019 was my first original post here so I use that date as the blog's birthday)

I'm honestly suprised this blog lasted this long, since I'm a very shy person usually on the Internet and commitment isn't exactly my strong suit. But what can I say? I love it here and Tumblr feels like home at this point!

To celebrate I'm gonna reminisce a little bit and write down my thoughts about this blog. It's gonna get really sappy, I'm sorry.

Just kidding. I'm not sorry at all.

2022 has truly been the year of all time. A lot and I mean a lot of ups and downs. I started and ended my first job, went on vacation, had one of the worst instances of allergy + depression, you name it. In hindsight, every few months I was in a wildly different situation and mental state.

But the thing that overall made 2022 great was finally getting into art! To turn the ironic hate off for a moment, I love Fire Emblem. It's not my favorite series (Kingdom Hearts and Kirby share that position), but it's one I still adore and now am truly greatful for, because for a reason or another it was the only one it felt welcoming enough to me to actively make an account about it and be active in social media rather than a ghost after years.

Before I made this blog I wrote a few supports for the fire-emblem-heroes-supports blog. I think they were the first piece of writing I ever made willingly and not as part of a school assignment, and looking back I still cherish them.

Eventually I had the idea for this blog, and after a lot of hesitation in typical me fashion, fayesdiary was born! I mentioned it a few times already, but originally it was meant to be just meta analysis posts, a few headcanons and theories and my sporadic writings. Overtime though it became a lot more freeform in what I posted, and I think it's all the better for it!

I got the courage to write and posts my first fanfictions and slowly carved my own personal space here on Tumblr. Like, a very cozy rat hole. Over time, this blog became a personal hobby and it gave me a lot of satisfactions. I got close to some people I truly admire and made a few friends too!

And boy, then we get to last year, which has been an absolute blast in terms of creativity!

I don't think I ever had in mind making a dialogue dump website of Awakening, but it happened and I had a lot of fun making it and giving it a lot of tiny details! ...even if its layout has the stability of a Jenga tower and it's just the Gangrel arc. Whatever. It's the thought that counts.

I wrote a bunch more! Not as much as I wanted, but I made some stories I'm really proud of. And I took part in a few fandom events and not just one but two Secret Santas for the first time!

I took a shot at making wallpapers and made some I'm really proud of, especially the Three Hopes ones. They were so fun to make and the process was just tons of fun!

And that leads nicely to... making art.

See, the thing about me is that I always sucked at making art. I couldn't keep my hands stable, I am incredibly clumsy and I couldn't draw anything more complicated than simple childlike doodles. And while I loved painting, the fact I felt incapable of making anything good or that I could like lead me to not even bothering to try. Why bother if you're just gonna be disappointed and frustrated, after all?

Until I got into group painting at around July, and I loved it. I made some paintings I truly like, and that eventually gave me the courage to start drawing again. As a half-joke. Only this time, I decided to draw with references, and my whole world got upside down. Turns out I could actually somewhat draw if I had a reference! And somehow I never realized it in years!

Something clicked. I figured it'd just be a thing I'd do for a week at most and then drop like so many other creative projects of mine, but... it stayed. Not only that, but I got more invested into it. I went from physical to digital (with the mouse!), and eventually shifted to a graphic tablet a friend lent me (and then pretty much gifted me). Eventually the drawings became so many I decided to make an art blog! Me! An art blog! The me from even just early 2022 would have called you insane if you said it! And now not just that, but I'm even making preparations to open a Redbubble shop! I still can't believe it!

And a huge part is thanks to this blog, really! It gave me and still keeps giving me the courage to try new stuff, find new friends and people who inspire me, and lets me know people enjoy what I make or say. It's amazing, and it makes me feel so happy!

I'll be honest, I am grateful to this blog. It truly helped me get into a better place, and I can confidently say ever since I opened it I feel a lot happier. And that's coming from the local cynical bastard who usually hates themselves, but now? I went from hating myself to being neutral at worst for the most part. Even if I still have my moments sometimes, but that's normal. And now I actually have hope for the future!

But really, it says a lot that for once at the New Year party I wasn't the one who claimed the next year was going to suck. Heck, I was actually caught off guard when one of my friends said it and I said no, it's gonna be good!

Anyway, enough rambling. What I want to say is, thank you for everything. Thank you to the people who complimented me or even just commented on the things I made. Thank you to my mutuals and anonymous lurkers. Yes, I know you're there, I was and often still am one of you. And most of all, thank you to all my online friends I made here on Tumblr. When I think about it, we haven't known each other for that long, but I want you to know now I can't imagine a life without you and you brighten my day every time we chat. I love you so much and I wish you nothing but the best<3

Here's to plenty more years of this blog!

[wolfpants]

saying ttfn to pages of you

I'm in the middle of wrapping up Pages of You, my first Drarry multi-chapter fic, and it's honestly multiplied massively in size since first outlined. I've laughed, I've cried, I've despaired; I've felt so many warm and fuzzy feelings while reading the comments as I update. So, as an ode to this little-big fic as I say farewell to it (for the time being) and finish up the Epilogue for posting, I thought I'd post "Shopboy" and "Hematite"'s first letters to each other, which aren't completely awkward at all. Nope.

Dear Hematite, Is that what you’d like me to call you? I had to ask around today because I’d never heard the word before. What made you choose it? It’s a crystal? Anyway. Hello. You can call me Shopboy. I saw your ad in the mag which is why I’m writing to you. Obviously. I suppose it just caught my eye and I’d like to know more about you. Such as, why you have to hide who you are. Not everyone knows who I am, to be completely honest with you. I’m not even sure that I do. Do you ever wonder if at some point we stop growing up? I know that society expects us to get there when we’re 18, or maybe even when we’re 21, but that’s coming up thick and fast and I really don't think I’m done growing yet. And it’s scary, because I’m going to be leaving university and my parents and other relatives expect me to know what I’m doing, where I’m going, but I’d just like to take a few years back, honestly. Just a couple, maybe two or three, to figure it all out some more. Sorry. I’m rambling. I’ve had a few vodka oranges. Like more than three. Maybe more than four. And I also did something tonight with a friend that I’m really not surQe I should have done. Tell me more about yourself. Where do you live? You don’t have to be completely specific, I like the idea of this being all secret and anonymous. It’s quite exciting actually. I don’t mind telling you, though - because I live in a big city and I could be anyone, after all. I’m in London. Oh, and I’m 20, in case you didn’t work that out. Anyway. Hope you write back. From, SB

Dear Shopboy, I’d be remiss to tell you why I chose my pen name; it is, after all, a pen name for a reason. One must exhibit a certain air of mystery, you know? I suspect yours is a little more straightforward in its thinking. Pardon me for that assumption, but it's not exactly original. I don’t mind, though. It’s a little endearing. In fact, your entire letter, despite my best judgment, was rather endearing. Charming, actually. As for your reflections on the fear of growing up and adulthood… yes, I understand that completely. I think if you were to ask anyone, and they had to answer truthfully, they would all, in fact, agree with you on this. Take my parents, for example. They’re in their forties. That’s supposed to be grown up, isn’t it? I would never speak ill of my mother, she’s a force to be reckoned with, but my father has brief but rather sharp moments of childishness that would shock most people if they knew. Like the time that our staff forgot to set the appropriate timer for our Christmas turkey, and we had to have a very small chicken instead. I caught him having a little weep about it in the drawing room. So while it’s embarrassing for him, and for me, it’s also comforting to know that we can still have these little moments of stroppiness no matter how old we are. What I suppose I’m trying to say is, hang in there. You may never truly find out who you are or what you want, but that doesn’t mean that everyone else knows what they’re doing. Some people are just better at hiding it than others. What did you do with your friend? Dare I ask? Was it something naughty? Now, to answer your question about where I live… England. Is that specific enough for you? I will tell you, though, that I am also 20. Strange age, isn’t it? So, Shopboy. It’s your turn to tell me a little bit more about yourself. What are your hobbies? Have you read anything good lately? Tell me about it.

Yours, H

Read Pages of You, a Drarry 1980s Muggle AU, from the beginning on ao3

[youngcollectedtired]

Class 1-a x New Student Reader

I wrote this to go along with a quirk I made for myself. I'd already made a quirk for a character who's gonna be paired with Kirishima so this is basically just if I was in MHA. It's still an x reader so enjoy. This story is mainly for fun and practice so I can get to know the class 1-a characters for my newest book. It may or may not turn into an actual book.

I just wanna say if I could draw this would probably be in a comic book. But I cannot draw so here we are. Also I haven't read the manga

Warnings? Mineta being a perv

Pairings? Possibly Sero or Todoroki or Shinso... or literally any of the guys I'm in love and i have a problem

Part 1/?

Quirk? It's complicated but based on the chronic illness called Lupus

You'd heard rumors about how easily Class 1-a attracted trouble. This made you feel better about yourself, but it also made you feel bad. You too had your fair share of trouble run ins. Being sister to the leader of the league villains left you with many watchful eyes in the underground world.

Few heroes knew of your relation and even fewer knew of your quirk. Your mentor, Hawks thought the safest place for you to be was UA. Yes, they'd had a run-in or two with villains, but because of it, they were the most capable to defend and fight with you. And Eraserhead it seemed was a great teacher, maybe he could help you learn to control it.

It was false hope, you knew that. Still, you were excited to meet your new classmates.

"Alright, class we've got a new student. Today's morning lesson will be replaced with you helping her settle in and getting to know her," you could hear Mr. Aizawa's voice from the hallway. He sounded bored and tired almost, but you assumed that was just his nature.

You heard excited chatter and that caused the nerves to worsen.

The principal Mr. Nezu smiled, "Don't worry they’ll like you."

You nodded your head, your fingers pulling at and adjusting your tie. You liked the school uniform, the skirt was shorter than you thought it would be that was an easy fix. Knee-waisted white socks with two red stripes on the top made you feel better.

The door opened and you entered. Aizawa barely glanced at you before nodding to Principle Nezu, "I'm leaving her in your trusted hands." You could hear the door attempting to close behind you which forced you forward. You felt every eye on you.

"This is Y/N L/N," he gestured to you. You'd forgotten your last name was changed, the Tomura sure to drag attention.

You bowed deeply.

"Hello, sorry to barge in your class. Nice to meet you."

You could hear whispers and you unconsciously touched your white horn, one on another side of your head. They were filed down to about two inches, still noticeable in your curly hair. You knew the grey streaks in your hair and in your eyes would cause many questions.

A boy with green hair raised his hand quickly, "What's your quirk?" He asked his eyes sparkling it seemed like.

You bit your lip but before you could answer Mr. Aizawa cleared his throat, "You're all dismissed. I expect her moved in by lunch, you have combat training this afternoon."

A girl with pink hair and yellow horns shook her fist excitedly, "YES! Feels like forever since we've had a lesson like that." Everyone stood up, while Mr. Aizawa slumped into his seat his eyes closing as he rested his head on his desk. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"Don't worry, he does that a lot. I'm Uraraka," one of the girls said and you immediately put her name to her face.

"Nice to meet you," you beamed.

"She's so cute! I'm Mina," the girl with pink skin and yellow horns yelled excitedly.

"Hi! Thank you," you bowed slightly, causing her to shake her head wildly, "Don't bother we're all the same here! I'll introduce you to everyone."

On the way to the dorms, you found easy ways to remember everyone. Somehow each name fit a person. Plus you'd recognized a few people from the sports festival. You were thankful none of them asked personal questions, instead they choose to get to know you on the surface.

"Is your hair naturally that color?" "Yes, it changed its color when I was 6." "Do you play any instruments?" "Kind of, but I can paint better!" "Are you a good fighter?" "I'd like to think so but I guess we'll see this afternoon."

You also began to piece together the groups of close friends, the rivals, and even those who shared certain hobbies or hardships.

"You look nice in a skirt," Mineta complimented a smirk on his face, his mouth-watering. You knew his intentions, still glaring at him seemed to do nothing until Bakugo stepped in front of him his hand filling with small puffs of smoke.

"Thanks," you mumbled as you adjusted your skirt attempting to pull it down.

Bakugo let out a gruff, "Whatever," and joined his group of friends' hands tucked in his pocket.

"Sorry about him," Tsu stepped up next to you, "Mineta is our resident pervert. Be careful around him."

You nodded in thanks.

Your room had most of your bigger things moved in, you figured that was Hawks doing. On your bed were a few pictures clipped together with some picture frames, and journals.

The only thing you had to do was hang your clothes up, fix your desk and put your pictures up. The girls all volunteered, the boys cleaning around the dorm to make you feel more at home.

You hid the pictures figuring you'd go through them later tonight. Besides, being pictured next to a number 2 hero would definitely turn some heads.

"Your Japanese is good but it doesn't sound like your first language," Momo began as the girls made their way down to the common room, "What is your first language?"

You chuckled, "You're very observant, my first language was English, then Japanese, and then Russian," you explained.

Cue excited boys and curious girls.

Denki grinned, "Wow how did you learn?!"

Before you could answer, the bell rang the dorm common room almost seemed to shake. You decided it was only because it was your first time hearing it.

"Come on Dunce face, you'll get your answer at lunch," Bakugo grunted the first to make his way towards the doors leading out of the dorms.

No one argued with him food also on their minds and stomachs.

I hope I can fit in well, you thought to yourself grateful for Mina and Uraraka both of them explaining different things to you. Whether or not you knew what they were you were happy all the same.

[dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3]

Art Prompt Request

Hello friends! So, I have a bit of a different request today, so please bear with me.

Basically, my old laptop/tablet (a six year old Surface Pro 4) has been getting slow recently and while it still works, I thought it was about time to update. So, I bought a Surface Pro 7+ yesterday and struggled to reinstall all my art programs onto it this morning.

Well! I realized it's been a very long time since I last drew something, and since I have a brand new laptop I mostly got for drawing, I figured it would be good to, ya know... actually draw something. The problem? I don't have any idea of what I want to draw.

That, my dear fellows, is where y'all come in. I'd like to draw something IshiMondo themed (though it could be Taka or Mondo separately too), but don't know what exactly to draw for them. So, if you have an art prompt you'd like to see get drawn by an amateur cartoon-y artist, please send it in to me! There is no guarantee I'll draw it, since I'll need to be inspired, and I don't know when I'll have the time/energy to complete the drawing (while I'm taking a two month break from school, work starts up again on Monday, and uh... elementary aged kids run ya ragged), but! I will do my best to draw at least one thing that someone sends me, even if it takes a while.

Please feel free to send me multiple prompts! In fact, the more the better, since it will give me more ideas to choose from, and my inspiration is unfortunately kind of picky. It can be anything, from an AU, to something from canon, to a specific scene from a specific fic (though please submit the scene in question if you can so I don't have to go searching. Even if it's just "it's in this chapter, starting at the sentence "And so blorgy blorg smooped the snurgle blast..." and ending with "he couldn't believe he'd just witnessed the first ever snomdooble catsnamf.""). Just as long as it's Taka, Mondo, or IshiMondo themed, I'm golden.

Thanks!!!

[th3-z0diac]

How I Make Aesthetics.

Long post ahead, sorry :(

In the past, I've been asked multiple times how I create my aesthetics and where do I get the best pictures for them, so I figured I'd make this master post of what exactly I do. Btw this is coming from a person who has studied graphic design for 4 years and had about 4 years of experience in making zodiac collages here on tumblr. Do what you want with that information.

A few disclaimers

There are different types of aesthetics and in this post, I'm going to be specifically talking about a certain type that I like to make. Here, examples:

My most used format is 6 pictures in 3 rows, but I've also tried 4 pictures, like here for example:

There are other types such as minimalistic photos, dark academia, grunge, and SO many more. Please keep in mind that I'm not hating on these types and when I mention a rule such as don't use photos that are too minimalistic, I am not saying that minimalistic aesthetics are wrong or ugly or anything of that sort!

Just because I don't choose a certain photo doesn't mean I don't like it, it just means that the photo is not exactly what I'm looking for. By me showing you the examples below, I'm just trying to paint a picture. No hate here, okay?

I don't own any of the pictures I use (I've only used like one or two of my own photos in the past) but then again this is just for entertainment, I don't make money doing this or anything. If I ever get a message from an owner of any of these photos and they want me to delete it, I will delete it.

Where to get the photos

Pinterest! Period. AHAHAHA

No but seriously, pinterest and tumblr are my two favorite sources and you will find pretty much exactly what you need there. pinterest specifically.

On tumblr, I usually search for hipster, grunge, indie, and nature, but it also helps to just find specific blogs that focus on photography, follow them and then just download anything from your dashboard that you fancy.

I'll share what I search for on pinterest below👇. My secret tip would be to not always go for the first photo you find but rather to open a picture that sorta has what you like in it and then scroll down, because pinterest is going to recommend you similar, sometimes better fitting photos. On tumblr, I sometimes go to the blog of the person whose one photo I like, and there I tend to find many more of the same kind (since these bloggers usually post a specific kind of aesthetic).

How to choose photos

My number one tip would be to seek texture. Avoid photos that have little going on in them and anything too empty or minimalistic (unless that's what you're aiming for, obviously). Also, don't choose pictures that are very light or very dark, as they tend to stand out in aesthetics and that's not really what you want. At least in the type of aesthetics that I make, I want the final product to be almost a new picture in itself if that makes sense. To show you an example, look at this photo of two sleeping cats:

This photo seems like a good fit; it is well balanced in colours (there are shades of white, beige/ginger as well as some greens) and c'mon, it's two cats, what more do you need!!! However, let's look at it in a complete aesthetic:

While this aesthetic has a nice color scheme to it (well, it doesn't, I threw it together super quickly, but you get the gist), the photo of the two cats just stands out because the khaki background creates this kind of block of color that your eye will automatically go to and it sort of breaks the collage apart. So, by texture, I mean that a picture is filled, for example with trees, flowers, architecture, little people in the background, etc., etc. Furthermore, I prefer when there are more things photographed (for instance, look at the first picture of the aesthetic above; it has a mirror (and a tiny person in it), architecture and leaves all in one picture)

Next, personality. Go to Google Images and search 'Nature Photography' or 'Sunset Photos'. You might get something like this:

Or this:

Look at this absolute angel of a boy💚💚💚💚💚💚Isn't he the cutest freaking thing you've ever seen?????? I just want to give him all the treats and all the pets and — ...ehm, sorry, that's not why we're here.

So I don't quite know how to explain this point, but I guess usually professional photos like this are just so well done that they work perfectly well on their own and you usually don't put them in a set (only with other photos from the same photoshoot maybe). They're obviously well-balanced color-wise and high in quality, but they're just very individual and don't really need any addition in the form of other photos. This point also applies to the previous one (textures, in case you forgot); for example, a bunch of blueberries creates a nice texture, however it might be difficult to pair them with other photos. They have enough personality on their own (and this is not meant in a bad way to the photos I do use).

Related to this, you're looking for a story. Usually, if a photo gives off a certain vibe, tells a story, or just leaves any kind of strong impression, it might be a good indication that this is a good photo to use (given all the other rules as well, of course).

The main themes I search for are:

cities, villages, or abandoned places

related to that — architecture or only parts (details) of it

nature, specifically forests with either road or a body of water nearby, beaches, deserts and so on. plus points for tiny people in the distance

animals, usually with the addition of maybe the texture of a sweater sleeve or some blankets, something of that sort

people, my favorite kind is people turned away from the camera with an interesting background, because by them not having a face, they become a bit more relatable in a sense?

people in a river or some kind of water

museums, sculptures

etc.

Usually, I tend to avoid:

photos with text in it (though as an exception I would mention neon signs or letters/words that are for example above shops, on books, etc.)

heavily filtered pictures

photos with very specific (often bold) colors in them, unless you find multiple photos with that same shade. this again distracts the eye too much

GIFs, animated pictures, illustrations/drawings. also, don't use collages (cause you are creating a collage, duh)

black & white pictures

blurred pictures (or those that are purposely grainy — that goes back to the filters above)

anything obviously photoshopped

When trying to figure out where to put each photo

Squint your eyes. The photos should create a nice harmony, there shouldn't be a corner where it gets too light or dark or where some textures blend together, for example, if using multiple flower patterns, try to place them in different corners.

When to know your aesthetic is done

Actually even before you start, you should be in the mood. I have to admit, there have been times where I've felt pressured into making aesthetics, and now, looking back at them, I'm really ashamed of them. That is why I don't always post aesthetics as soon as I get them requested because I genuinely want them to look good.

Sometimes, it helps to not post the aesthetic straight away but to come back to it later with a fresh look. I'd say go with your gut. You should have a good, satisfying feeling about the aesthetic.

Last note

Rules are meant to be broken. Look at the aesthetic below. I used a minimalistic illustration (two birds with one stone I guess) (and admittedly, that one picture does stand out) and yet the aesthetic still came out pretty nice. So, just play around with your ideas and see what you like the most! I'm just a random person on the internet, you literally don't have to listen to any of the tips I gave you here today.

I know this might seem like a lot (honestly, if you've read this entire thing, you're crazy), but it gets easier and easier with practice, soon you won't even think about it.

Hopefully these tips will help you and please let me know if you decide to make any aesthetics. I would love to see them!! <3

[giorno-plays-piano]

Savior

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, mentions of COVID.

Words: 2633.

Summary: Nothing goes right in the middle of pandemic while you try to come back home. Luckily, Bucky is there to give you a hand.

P.S. Basically, I typed all the story on my phone, so please forgive me for any mistakes. Hope you'll enjoy!

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You knew something would go wrong. You had that nagging feeling the whole day right after you woke up and prepared your bags before arriving at the airport. Today you had a flight back to US right in the middle of pandemic. You needed to get back to your sick father as he had no one but you to take care of him, and the urgency made you disregard all the risks related to your travel. You needed to get home at whatever cost.

But nothing was as easy as before, and now you were almost crying, staring at one of Sokovia Airlines officials who blankly stated you simply didn't have enough documents prepared by the Embassy for your travel. Basically, they were implying that instead of taking a transit and flying back home you might stay in Sokovia - of course, you had only a transit visa that didn't give you any right for a long stay. Both company's representative and you knew you only planned to return home, but he simply couldn't let you pass without full set of documents.

"God, honey, how long are you going to stay there?" You heard someone's grumpy voice behind you and turned back to see a huge man with long dark hair advancing towards you.

Who was he? You had never seen him before arriving at the airport. Then you spotted him in the line - his muscular built draw your attention immediately, and your cheeks were flushed when you saw him looking back at you. The crinkles in the corners of his eyes showed you he was smiling at you. But what was he doing now? Did he take you for someone else?

"I'm sorry, who are you?" The representative asked, watching the man suspiciously.

"I'm her fiancee." The stranger barked and took a look at you, his light blue eyes strangely comforting. You weren't sure, but did he just... winked at you for a second?

The man behind the counter didn't look pleased.

"Then why weren't you standing together?"

"Because we had a big fight this morning and were mad at each other when we arrived here." The stranger furrowed. "With all due respect, it's none of your business. Would you tell me what is the issue with her papers, please?"

You gulped, your arms shaking slightly. Although the stranger probably wanted to help you, you weren't sure it would work out - the representative only needed to ask if you knew this man's name to figure everything out. Was he actually travelling to New York as well? Would the officials ban you from entering US at all for your lie? God, anyway, it was too late to confess.

"I'm sorry, dear." You whispered, looking at you shoes and hoping no one would suspect anything.

The stranger let out a sigh tiredly and scratched his head. Instead of answering you, he gave his passport to the official. 

"Your fiancee doesn't have the form WS-21, Mr. Barnes. We cannot permit her crossing the boarder of Sokovia without it, unfortunately. Do you have your own form?"

"I'm sure I do." He passed the man behind the counter a pack of his documents and carefully took the papers you held in your arms. Flipping through them, he gripped the phone in his other arm.

"Yes, your forms are alright, but..."

"Just a minute, please."

You watched him dialing some number and shivered at the thought of being trapped in the airport. The only thing you wanted was to come back home, to your father. You prayed to stay healthy and was supposed to take a test right after your arrival. Of course, you knew perfectly you were most likely to stay two weeks at home, but it was way better than staying thousands miles away, nonetheless. 

"Hi Steve." The man's voice almost made you jump. "Yes, I'm good, but my sweetheart has an issue with one of the forms... Yeah... Well, you know her, always forgetting one thing or another... The Embassy, of course. Hey, could you?.."

You saw him walking away to the next few counters, keeping his distance from other travellers with their huge bags. His large bulky figure looked scary, his face concealed with a black mask, and you suddenly wondered who this man was. A complete stranger, he was eager to help you. Why? Was he truly a Good Samaritan? If not, what was his motive? Nervously tapping your hip, you felt your eyes watering - your anxiety was getting worse.

The official huffed and puffed, visibly irritated. You saw people passing around you with the boarding passes in their hands, looking for the right direction, and asked yourself why you were not as lucky as all of them. Could that mysterious Mr. Barnes help you? Watching him pacing across the airport hall, you chewed your lip to bits. 

'I'm so, so sorry." You whispered to the man behind the counter. "Please, just a few minutes more." 

He didn't answer, and you were left to your own dreary thoughts.

However, your frightening savior showed up soon with a smile hidden beneath his mask. Judging by the way he looked, things might be not as bad as you expected them to be.

"Don't worry, honey." He said confidently and gave all your documents to the representative. "Consul will be here in 10 minutes."

You gaped at him, trembling at his words. What? Consul? Consul was coming to save you? This man was able to convince him to drive all the way to the airport just to help you with this goddamn form? You couldn't believe it. It sounded insane.

You realized you were crying only when the man in front of you shushed you gently and rubbed you shoulder with his gloved hand. Thinking it looked odd, you decided you had to say something convincing and mumbled, "I'm sorry for all the things I said in the morning. I was... I was..."

"It's ok, honey." He said softly, his icy blue eyes warming up at the sight of your flushed face. "It doesn't matter now. Everything gonna be alright, let's just relax and wait a little bit." 

He was right, of course. Once Consul had showed up and came to speak to the officials, it turned out you didn't even need the form WS-21 because you had the other one to replace it. Bucky - that was your handsome stranger's name - chuckled quietly once he saw the red face of Consul walking to you to offer his sincere apologies. The company's representatives looked like someone just splashed a bucket of cold water over their heads. It didn't matter to you, though, as you got the only thing you wanted from the start - your right to come back to US. 

You were the last one to go through customs - your flight was delayed for 15 minutes just to give you time to board after this hussle. Bucky was with you all the time, always keeping the distance. He even gave you one more mask since yours was drenched with tears. It's unsafe to wear a wet one, he said.

It was still hard to believe all this happened to you. Now you were sitting close to Bucky and looking out the window happily. God, you thought you would have a heart attack before this kind man showed up to save you as if he were a prince charming. You were ashamed of yourself for thinking he was frightening. Well, he looked beefy, but Bucky was a former Navy SEAL, and it wasn't surprising he wanted to keep himself in shape. Listening to him trying to make a small talk, you smiled. He was a good man, and you were lucky to meet him.

"Thank you... for taking care of me." You said in a tiny voice. "If you weren't there, I'd never leave this place."

His eyes sparkled with joy at your words, and he laughed a little through his mask. 

"I'm glad I was able to help." Smiling at you, he watched the flight attendants coming closer to your row and offering drinks to the people in front of your seats . "I understand how important it is for you to come back."

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The rest of your journey was as stressful as its beginning, but Bucky was always there for you. Still pretending to be your fiancee, he dealt with your new issues so fast as if he had a magic wand, and you couldn't express your gratitude for everything he had done for you. Apparently, meeting someone as good-natured as him was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

In the end, exhausted from your long journey - you spend more than 20 hours travelling - you fell asleep on the way back to New York. Bucky was next to you again, and you finally felt safe. All was good if he was close.

Thinking of the ways to repay him for the kindness he showed you, you closed your eyes and dozed off in a matter of minutes. Everything was going to be okay.

Or so you thought before you woke up in a place you didn't recognize, all you belongings gone. They even changed you clothes! Feeling hazy and tired, you shifted uncomfortably on the bed and looked around a plain room with only a few pieces of furniture. What had happened? Did you fell sick during the flight? But it didn't look like hospital. Why no one had woken you up if anything serious happened? Why didn't you wake up yourself? Surely, it was loud enough when you landed. You weren't even a heavy sleeper!

Still a little groggy, you got your feet on the floor and walked to the door next to the white Ikea drawer. You hoped your were back to US, at least. If you were in Sokovia... God, you didn't even want to think about it.

"Excuse me, is anybody here?" You asked once you entered the corridor, looking for people.

Although you saw no one at all, you heard someone's footsteps and froze, suddenly feeling afraid to move. Why were you so sure it was safe to raise your voice? You didn't know where you were, why you were kept here, and who was the one who brought you to this place. Did you break any laws? Were you confined? 

Before you freaked out, you saw Bucky emerging from one of the doors and advancing quickly towards you with a wide smile. He had no mask covering his face, and you saw how handsome he was with his soft chapped lips and a three-day beard. Was he really here with you? You saw his grin and felt relieved. Thank goodness it was Bucky, you thought. If he was here, you two would definitely figure something out. 

"Morning, honey." He smiled and stretched his huge hand towards you. "How are you feeling?"

You laughed at his words: he was still playing your little game. 

"Hi Bucky. A bit tired, but otherwise I'm pretty good. Um, where are we now, actually?"

He looked at you dumbfounded and helped you walking into the closest room - a nice spacious master bedroom with lots of photos on the walls, a huge king-sized bed, a closet and a table. The room looked a bit unfinished, but better than the one where you woke up. 

"We're home, honey." Bucky answered softly when you landed on the comfy bed.

"Wait, your home?"

"What do you mean? Our home, of course."

When you looked at him with wide eyes, he simply gestured to the frames on the wall, and you saw yourself kissing him on the cheek. The other photo was a selfie where you were depicted sleeping on Bucky's shoulder. One more had you two dancing. You couldn't believe your eyes and jumped from the bed to have a better look at the photos, but it was really you there along with him. How could it happen? What did you miss? You could swear you had never seen Bucky before. Was it Photoshop or anything like that? It would be more realistic, really.

"Didn't we... m-meet yesterday at the airport?" You whispered, horrified to the core.

"Honey, we met two years ago." Bucky frowned, coming closer and looking at your face intently. "Listen, I'm going to call the doctor again, ok? I see you didn't recover from your fall yesterday, so let's have you checked one more time."

"What fall?"

"Your bike. Yesterday's evening. You lost consciousness for a few minutes, remember? The doctor said you had nothing serious, but I see he was wrong. Give me just a few seconds to call him, ok?"

You stared blankly at him, unsure of what to do. Was it all true? You felt like you were going mad, watching Bucky walking out the room. Did you really lose your memories because you hit your head? Maybe it sounded quite logical, but you just didn't feel it was right. 

When Bucky was talking to the doctor in the corridor, you quickly searched the room but didn't find your cellphone or anything that could confirm your suspicions. On the other hand, you didn't remember anything after you fell asleep during your flight. Anything at all. There was no memories of your father even, although you cared about him more than anyone else in your life. How bad did you have to hit your head? It didn't feel real.

Sighing, you walked to the closet and opened it, finding there just a bit of Bucky's clothes and a few pieces of your own old one. If he didn't know you, how come your clothes was here? Surely, he couldn't bring your unconscious body through the customs, then come to your house, fetch your clothes and bring you here. How was that even possible? 

You looked in the mirror, watching you face growing more wet with tears streaming down your cheeks. You needed to calm down. Whatever had happened, Bucky was not your kidnapper, obviously. He only wanted to help, nothing else. Maybe you really hit your head too hard. 

Scratching your temple, you looked closely at your face to see if something had changed. As far as you could see, you were the same as before, but you had never been keen on changing your appearance, anyway. Maybe it was all true. Maybe you were now living with Bucky in your new house as a couple.

You sighed again and touched your shoulder with your palm. You were safe. Regardless of what had happened, you were back in US, visibly unharmed - well, almost - and living in a pretty decent house. It was silly to think that Bucky was here to torture you. He was probably no less concerned than you: his honey couldn't even remeber those two years they spent together.

But then you suddenly saw a little blue line on the back of your palm. It was hardly visibly since you tried to rub it off your skin once you accidentally marked yourself with a pen while filling some documents in Sokovia, yet some ink was still there. You looked carefully and saw that it was the very same curved little line. It wasn't a coincidence. It couldn't be.

When you heard Bucky's concerned voice somewhere from the corridor, you backed away to the bed, watching the door with horror. It was all a lie. Those pictures on the walls were really photoshopped, and the clothes... if he could make the pictures in such short time, maybe he had someone to take care of your clothes. Maybe he had never been a Navy SEAL in the first place. Was he a hitman? A serial killer? You didn't know for certain, but one thing you knew for sure: Bucky wasn't your savior. He was your captor.

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Tags: @hurricanerin @pandulceamor

[lazuli-sm]

Thought I'd give some mindless rambling a shot to help clear my head a bit. Not complaining or being a downer or anything, Just general rambling about how things are going right now just how i’m going workin on my mental health. Probably not gonna tag this at all cause meh no point imo

Actually drawing for the first time in months. Wild

Its almost done. Just gotta do more shading. But i gotta go to bed and head to work tomorrow so i probably won't be finishing it for a few days.

Workin 6 days a week every week really just drains me. But i wanted to do something productive today since its my first day off in 20 days since I had to be called in to my second job twice on my day off. Sucks but ah well.

I gotta learn to have a heathier work/life, which i do plan to work on when my second job haves me work only one day a week, so i'll have 2 days off a week instead of 1. That will really help me i think. And it won't make me financially struggle, just gotta be a little smarter with money from then on.

I do think right now i'm in the best mental place i've ever been. Even though its not amazing and not prancing around loving myself. I am more confident in who I am, not really shy talking to people now, think much more constructively positive when it comes to my art. Which is a bit step up from 2016-2019 me.

Right now just gotta get on top of eating better, working on my work/home co-life, and maybe get some therapy on how to better release anger and/or stress. Thats the part thats veeery unhealthy. And i know i can't get through that particular issue by myself, and the years of trying and failing to fix that anger issue is all the proof i need that I need a little professional help in that department.

Its just a method of working on one issue at a time. And its its gradually helping me get better and better.

I think the first step I took in helping myself was acknowledging the glaring obvious factor to my spiralling mental health, which was just being on twitter and social media so much, seeing and engaging in toxicity nearly every day. I knew for a long time it was a problem but it honestly felt like twitter was some sort of addiction where I couldn't just leave the toxicity. But after some 2019 health things I realize just how much i didn't care about myself, and I knew I had to change right there and now otherwise it was just gonna get worse. So I took bit steps in just stepping back, and limiting to checking twitter like twice a week at the most, and now i only look at it for the potential DM from a friend. Now twitter was hardly the only reason for by bad health, but it was a very obvious and simple one. So it was easy to pick it out and work on it.

The second problem i figured out and worked on was how I viewed myself as an artist and seeing others art. While it took a while, instead of having the mindset of toxic comparison and thinking why I can't be better at art, i instead now look at it with more constructive comparison, and see what I can learn from other people's artworks to further my skills. And now, its actually really nice to view others art, take inspiration from that art, and also think its amazing artwork without being bad about myself. Its such a blessing now.

Anyways, if anyone read this, hopefully this cured some of your boredom and maybe if your struggling with anything, hopefully this can help ya out a lil bit. Yeah I’m struggling to actually post this its kinda hard for me to just talk about how I feel. But hey, thats the current issue i’m working on haha

Those are only 2 things i've worked one i’m mentioning, but its just a case of taking things one issue at a time. Even if it takes years to get through all these issues, which it has been for me. I think if I tried to fix all my issues at once i would've given up ages ago, cause all if it at once is just too much to do. I think its just really nice to finally be at a point where I don't actually think and/or question if i'm depressed or hate myself. I realize i'm not perfect and i'll never be this incredible person who can do anything. I'm just trying to be a little better one step at a time. I also know that, even though I haven’t gone through nearly as much pain or trauma as a lot of people, that doesn’t mean my mental health is in any way less valid or in need of care, time, patience, and healing than anyone else, unlike what past me used to think.

-Forgot to add this lil bit so updating: Ooo i'm also planning on listening to an audiobook at work tomorrow called "the body keeps the score" which I heard is a real indepth look at truama and healing from truama. I think it could be very informative to me to help understand people better, and maybe even figure myself out a little more. Lookin forward to it-

I don’t plan to like share very private information about how i feel with this or future rambles, thats not for the world to read, and i’m not exactly interested in being facebook mom lmao, but just general rambles i think would help.

Anyways here's the lineart of the drawing i'm doing. Its tha booooy ✨️ Working on drawing the eyes, lashes and eyebrows with this piece, as welll as working on the eye shading. honestly i think the practice is really helping since thats the main issue with my art, so i’m glad i’m finally figuring it out

[justrandomselfships]

Little steps- my self insert Fic (S/I POV) with a bunch of silly illustrations! Oh did I mention that this involves Kaeya? Well he's the main focus here even though Lisa is mentioned shit ton of times! Might write something for her focus too someday.

I finished it ages ago but I was afraid to post it- I'm not anymore and also✨ it's my birthday ✨

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Ever since I joined the knights I decided to write in a diary, it helped me keep track of time. Lisa told me that it can help me in various ways, like for example remembering names of the other knights, or checking my personal progress. Now that I think about it, it was long since I checked my old entries. Nothing interesting happened today anyway so I might as well read some. I don't really remember anything that was going on when I started so I suppose I could refresh my memory.

Today Lisa wanted to introduce me to someone- she probably wanted to help me by looking for training partner for me, however I had to refuse. You probably remember why was that, I got scared of meeting someone new again. I couldn't get that mess on her shoulders when she has so much to do as it is! And there was no way I'd meet them alone it'd be too akward for both of us!

I remember the exact moment I tried to come up with an excuse for future me... It kinda made me giggle how stupid I am sometimes, but let's look at something else...

I've never felt as lonely as I do now, I don’t even know why. I don’t miss anyone nor I ever craved any interactions... But to make that feeling go away I thought about talking to Amber but when I left the house she was talking to Noelle and I got scared to approach them... Instead I decided to sketch something and stay inside for the rest of the day.

I immediately looked at my sketchbook, I don't even have to look inside, I was drawing what's outside my window like always. Maybe I'll find some better memory if I keep looking?

During my patrol I got a bit lost... It was scary... But I wasn't alone, an Adventurer found me... However he got lost too. It was a bit unlucky day since I picked the wrong maps, we also got attacked a few times by monsters. I kinda feel bad for him since he tried his best to cheer me up but I stayed silent. It should've been other way around a knight shouldn't le

Bennett! How could I forget his name when I was writing this? He was such a sweetheart I obviously had to mess it up and make him feel uncomfortable... But I did make up for it! Maybe I'll finally read something positive? I somehow can't remember how exactly that went... Or if I was daydreaming about apologizing?

I decided to bake something for Bennett as thank you and apology for acting so cold towards him. But I had no idea on how to find him... Or what to say... So after thinking for few minutes I decided to talk to Katherine and ask her to give it to him. After "talking" to her I locked myself in my room out of embarrassment, I messed up again. I just said "Bennett" placed my pastries and left. Now I probably won't be able to face her for at LEAST two months.

I cringe at the memory... Gosh now this will keep me up at night for sure... I finally forgot about it and now it'll haunt me.

Wait a second... Did I really not made any progress at all!? I was trying so hard to socialize with others and get out more but I seem to still not be able to do it right. No, it's impossible. I'm good friends with Lisa! So I definitely made any progress... Or is she just so easy to talk to? Time to take a final look at something recent for a change...

Capitan Kaeya Alberich wanted to talk to me outside work... It might not sound like a big deal but somehow I just froze... I wasn't able to respond properly and he probably guessed what I was going to say, not that he ever can't do that... I might be too predictable. Either way I feel bad, my behavior was really disrespectful and I knew better than that to just ignore someone like him. I still have much to learn and I'll need to properly apologize for staying silent.

I only ever failed... There is no mistaking it. Great way to note down progress huh? Too bad there is none.

Think, what do I need to do to finally do better? I am the problem for sure but what do I really need to change? Maybe I should just start observing how others act... After all I never bothered to do that. It might help in one way or another...

Obviously there's only one place where there is a lot of people and I won't look like a total creep if I'll just listen in the conversations and look at random people... It's no other than the tavern. I'm scared to go there alone... But I don't have to!

Lisa would be willing to go right?... Then again I rely on her a bit too much and going out like this could be an opportunity to break the ice with someone else...

Jean is always busy, Amber will be way too distracting and we might end up somewhere else, Eula is too scary, Venti... I don't even know why I'm considering him.

Maybe that offer from capitan Kaeya still stands? It's from bearly 2 weeks ago so maybe if I get lucky and he happens to still be interested, I can actually go...

What am I even thinking!? I didn't even apologize for the last time... But being around so many drunk people is terrifying... However I can't bet on the fact that he won't drink too much... On the other hand he seems to handle people and I'll definitely learn something.

Screw it. It might be scary but I need to do it. Tomorrow I'll ask him! That's for sure! He's the most respectable and trustworthy person who isn't always busy and will not distract me.

~⏳

I'm scared to do it but I have to! I need to... Did I really say that I'm gonna do it today? Or should I just pretend that I never thought of it. He's probably busy today. Yup definitely that no need to feel stressed.

I haven't seen him back at the headquarters nor did I see him around town when I was coming back from my patrol- that's a good sign. It's still pretty early but I don't think that I'll see him today... What a relief!

Before I left the headquarters after finishing some paperwork I hear a voice that belongs to a beautiful librarian I am lucky to be able to call a friend.

"Hey there cutie, are you okay?"

"Just a little bit nervous that's all, nothing new haha"

"Do you need me to pass a message again?"

"No need! It's something I need to say myself..."

"I see..."

"But if you happen to see capitan Kaeya it would be nice if you could tell him that I was looking for him" out of habit I grab my hair and begin to play with it. Lisa's warm soothing voice blessed my ears as she said "No worries darling, I'll let him know" before she left and giggled to herself...

Wait... Oh no.

Why did I say anything!? Is she that magical that I can't say anything but what's on my mind.

If she happens to meet him my request will be unavoidable! Even if I tried thinking of something else Kaeya will know that I'm lying. I can't avoid him either... Can't waste his precious time...

How do I even ask him!? Do I need to change from my work clothes before I go? What should I do...

I didn't realize that I started walking in circles before someone approached me.

"Heather?"

I turn around and see the man I was thinking about all day. Dammit... I have to say it. I can't think of an excuse and staying silent is now unacceptable.

"Oh-uhm... Greetings Capitan Kaeya"

"Lisa informed me that you were looking for me"

"Oh right!... That... Haha..."

"I don't want to rush you, however I do have some business to attend to"

"I'm so sorry! I mean- since you're busy then my silly request is irrelevant"

"Come now, I believe that I should be the judge of that" his smug look made it ever so slightly more challenging to say anything.

"I just... Ugh..." I took a deep breath "Look as you know I was trying to loosen up recently and well I realized that I wasn't making any progress at all. So I remembered that one time you asked me to go to the tavern with you and I refused... I mean ignored you, which I am VERY sorry about but now I think that it was a mistake and today I wanted to ask you to accompany me but since you're busy let's just forget about everything" I felt relieved getting that off my chest.

"I don't think that will do, in fact I was heading towards the tavern so if you really want to I suppose you can join me" Oh right... I forgot about him gathering some information there from time to time. So it might work after all! He won't pay too much attention to me and I could investigate without tons of distractions.

"Let's get going then capitan" I say before he smiles softly in response "Wait do you want to get going now or-"

"Yes" he cut me off, which was fair and I'm glad he did it before I said something dumb.

We're almost there. Before we get closer I suddenly stop.

"That reminds me!" I realized I spoke out loud, as he looked at my direction my confidence dropped dead "I've never actually tried any alcohol so would you be so kind to recommend something for me? I figured that since I'm already getting out of my comfort zone might as well try something new" I said under my breath but he definitely understood what I meant judging by his facial expression and well... response.

"Absolutely" my heart skipped a beat. I desperately tried to start a conversation topic... But choosing alcohol might be something I'll regret...

Kaeya started listing few drinks I could enjoy his words were poetic as he described the beverages, however the names of the drinks went over my head. It wasn't that bad but I just felt stupid over how clueless I was. He definitely knew what he was talking about and I'm more than interested in hearing more. The more he talks the less likely I am to say something I'll regret.

"Obviously since I don't know how much you can handle I won't be forcing you to try too much too soon" he paused "Your father probably wouldn't be happy either if you returned drunk" he said teasingly. It invited me to respond less seriously.

"Oh no! This means that we'll have to do it again, how awful"

"We didn't enter yet so you can feel free to leave now before you regret spending time with me of all people" his voice was now suddenly much more hostile... Did I mess it up!?

He laughed softly "I'm sorry did I go too far? While I don't want to force you to do anything, I won't lie... I'm a bit curious to learn something new about you tonight"

We were still outside standing right in front of the entrance to the tavern if not for chatting we could hear from the inside there would be total silence.

"I'm sorry for being quiet again! It's just that you caught me off guard haha" I look away "There isn't much to know about me so I feel like I'll only disappoint you"

"I'm not so sure about that part"

"Wait... Did my father tell you anything about me!?"

"Look let's just get inside, We'll discuss it later"

Nervously I followed him yet again. The atmosphere was warm and I could see different kinds of people all over the place. We sit down.

"So did he tell you anything?" I ask immediately.

"Relax, he didn't" he seemed amused by my desperation to know. It's understandable... And I'm probably overreacting anyway. I collect my thoughts "I'm sorry"

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm just making this into some big deal for no reason. Maybe the reason is the huge amount of respect I have for you that makes me freak out"

"I see, well I don't see the reason to be so formal now. We aren't working after all" his soft smile was enough for me to calm down.

"Thank you" Maybe it was all I needed to hear, after that everything went smoothly.

I start feeling proud of myself... Maybe I can change after all? Either way it only shows that I have to write it down! And once I was back home I did just that.

Today I had enough courage to take a step in right direction! I went to a tavern with capitan Kaeya. It was fun and for the first time in years I wasn't that scared. It wasn't totally perfect but it was definitely worth it.

[keefwho]

May 30 - 2024 Thursday

10:36pm

5/10

Last night I recorded a good morning voice message for DS because I felt like it. Doing small little things like that is important for me because usually I'd refrain in case its too silly or something. My prompt yesterday was "let your voice be heard" and I did, literally. Its a very small thing but the intent behind it is large.

This morning I took the dogs out and showered. I made a frozen breakfast sandwich for lunch but I cut up my own onions for it and applied some hot sauce. Usually I'd eat something with it to help it agree with my tummy but I figured I could without because I wanted to eat small meals today since I've been up a couple pounds. My body handled it okay it seems. I had watched a sorta beginner art course video that explained using large areas and then using ovals to define planes easily which is exactly what i've been doing on my own.

To warm up today, I filled in all the little space left on my sketch sheet with rough gestures. Then I finished a YCH edit, did a YCH for 57, and readied a couple commissions for next month.

After work I spent time before lunch contacting people, doing some chores, and tending to my patreon. It was a very productive hour. For lunch I made soup and a grilled cheese. I gave myself ample time to chill and take a break since I actually felt like I earned it. Unfortunately I didn't know what I wanted to chill with so I watched an unsatisfying stream. The guy I like watching lately has starting playing CS:GO and similar games which actually melt my brain to watch. It's soooooo boring.

I finished this Celestia AI redraw I was working on this afternoon and worked on this Zelda drawing I had on the backburner. I asked TK if she wanted to call but she wasn't up for it today so I joined BR's server vc even though it was empty. I really needed to socialize because so few people have been around lately in general. BT joined but he's kinda weird and info dumps about stuff. Also nearly pulled me into the drama he's in surrounding other server members that I know nothing about. I also worked on my pony avatar for an hour.

After work I left the VC to play Cities Skylines. I got a couple new mods that might be crashing the game so I think I'll remove them. Admittedly I barely planned on using them. I asked DS if she wanted to chill and we did. I played Cities for a bit until it crashed, trying to relax and just have fun instead of making it feel like a chore or exercise. I realize I should be opening google earth and looking up locations for inspiration. It usually makes it very fun but feels like "cheating" as stupid as that sounds. Its the kind of mindset I want to let go of for any game I play. Its just a GAME I am PLAYing. Anyways she put on the 4 current episodes of season 2 of Smiling Friends which was a blast. Then we watched highlights of Oneyplays roasting the Nostalgia Critic and I suggested we watch a video of his so I have better context of who he actually is. I've always heard about him but never watched him. Then we did our puzzles before she headed off to bed since she has to wake up extra early tomorrow. I looked back on our evening feeling bad that I was so mellow and uninteresting. Its because I don't have anything on my mind to talk about lately with anyone really. Like I haven't taken in any new information to use. Its also possible I'm not treating myself with enough respect to speak my mind. Maybe I'm just thinking about things I don't think are worth sharing. Or maybe it's okay to have nothing on my mind really so I can just enjoy whatever is happening.

I tried playing some Roblox but my internet was cutting out like 1 out of every 3 minutes. I joined BR's server where they were watching the old ninja turtles movie which they still are as I write this.

My parents got home today so I don't have to tend to the dogs anymore. I did very good work today which I'm proud of, I have no regrets about my work ethic today. I just hope I can get out of this social rut, I don't feel like Im building relationships at all.

[fatty-fused-saiyan]

A Majin's Secret Revealed! The Valentine's Day Surprise!

(EVENT)

Part 1: Brunch with an angel

Kefla sat outside the buffet waiting on Vados. A few days prior, the emerald dressed angel had told her that she had some good news to tell her over brunch the day before Valentine's day, however oddly enough she seemed to be late.

Kefla checks the time and sighs before getting up to leave when she heard someone behind her.

"My, you're just as impatient as Caulifla was" Vados sighs

Kefla turns around and looks at the angel

"Well people do tend to get impatient when you're late!" Kefla retorts as she turns to the angel

"So why did you have to drag me to this buffet anyway? You're not gonna do anything weird, are you?" Kefla asks, hoping the angel had a good explanation

Vados smiles and begins walking towards the buffet

"Well I figured this was the only place I could keep you long enough to explain the idea I had" she states before continuing to walk

Kefla blushes as Vados says this but follows her inside

"This better be good..." Kefla thinks to herself

Part 2: Kefla's last meal

"I'd reccomend you get your fill on anything you've been craving, you won't be able to get it for a few months" Vados states as she glances at Kefla

Kefla looks at Vados with a weird look

"A few months? I thought you said whatever you were planning would take less than a day!" Kefla says sounding a little irritated as she gets a small plate of food for herself

"Thats true, but it will only be a few months in our time" Vados says with a smirk as she and Kefla take a seat. Kefla raises an eyebrow

"Our time? what's that s'posed to mean?" Kefla asks. Vados grins as Kefla asks this

"I'm very glad you asked!" Vados says smiling

"You see, there's a chamber in Universe 7 called the 'Hyperbolic Time Chamber' that I'll be training with you in. We can spend a few months in there and when we come out it will be as though we were only in there for a few hours" Vados explains

Kefla perks up as she heard Universe 7 being brought up

"Really? Then let's go right now!" Kefla exclaims, sounding excited before finishing her plate

Vados frowns and sighs

"Well we could, but I doubt you've had enough to satiate your cravings. There aren't any unhealthy foods in the chamber, so its best if you have your fill now" Vados states as Kefla's stomach growls. Kefla gets up and sighs

"If I have to" the saiyan sighs as she gets up to get more food

"Already taking my advice, huh? This might go smoother than I thought" Vados thinks to herself as she watches Kefla fill a few plates up with food

Part 3: Full plate

After quite a bit of eating, Kefla sits back in her seat and pats her overstuffed stomach

"Man, I didn't think I could still eat that much!" she groans, clearly having eaten too much

Vados couldn't help but grin as she gazed upon Kefla's bloated form

"Well I hope you can still stand. We'll be teleporting to Universe 7 right away so you can work off some of that weight" Vados states as she gets up and fabricates some money to pay off Kefla's meal

Kefla nods as she gets to her feet

"Yeah, lets go" she huffs as she gets behind Vados before they both vanish in a pillar of light.

Part 4: The mysterious hyperbolic time chamber

After a length of time, Vados and Kefla would arrive in a large platform that seemed to float among the clouds.

Kefla steps out from behind Vados and looks around

"Is... This the time chamber thing?" Kefla asks as she looks around. Vados shakes her head before pointing to a nearby building

"No, it's in there" she states as she heads towards the building and through a door

Kefla quickly follows her inside and is shocked by what she saw. Before her was a vast white void that seemed to stretch out forever

"Whoa, this place is awesome!" Kefla exclaims

"So this is where we're training then?" she ask

Vados nods as she turns to the saiyan

"Indeed, which means that I should give you this" Vados says as the tip of her staff gave a small glow

Kefla would look down to find that she was now wearing a larger version of her potara outfit that had a small symbol on the chest

"Whoa, never thought I'd wear this again" Kefla remarks as she notices the symbol

"Hm? Whats the symbol for?" she asks curiously

"It's my signature of course. I figured you wouldn't mind" Vados states as she steps towards the main training room. Kefla sighs

"Whatever, so long as I can get some good training done then I don't care!" Kefla says as she joins Vados

"Good, let's get started then" Vados says as she motions for Kefla to turn super saiyan

.

"Hm, so she's training with an angel to try and get rid of her wonderful shape?" A voice says as they frown

"Tsk tsk, I suppose I could intervene... Or maybe now is the time for that plan?"

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Part 5: End of training

"Alright, what kinda training are we doin' today?" Kefla asks as she does a few stretches

Vados smiles as she's asked this

"Sorry to dissapoint you but we won't be doing any training today, pudgy" Vados says with a playful grin

Kefla had lost quite a bit of weight since she first went into the chamber, however she had only shrunk to a weight of 287 pounds (130 kilos)

"I was actually going to turn you loose" Vados states with a smile

Kefla raises an eyebrow

"Whaddya mean? Weren't you supposed to train me until I lost all this weight?" she asks

Vados sighs

"I said I would train you for a few months as thats as long as I can stand being in here" Vados states as she changes Kefla's outfit to a red jacket with a white shirt and dark jeans and sneakers

"Now then, I think you should finally stop putting off that date of yours~" Vados says as she directed Kefla to the door

Kefla blushes and walks out

"Alright, but don't think this is our last training session!" Kefla says she leaves and flies out in search of a certain android

Part 6: Saiyan's come back

Kefla flew high in the sky as she tried to sense for 21's ki

"Hmm... Where are you...?" she says to herself before perking up

"There!" she thinks to herself before flying to a nice looking house that was only a few miles from Capsule Corp.

.

21 perks up in her seat as she sensed a familiar energy

"Is that...? Hm, I guess she didn't forget about me" she says before getting up to greet her incoming guest

As she stepped outside she would see Kefla touching down

"Aw, I was hoping you wouldn't detect me so I could surprise you" Kefla says with a wide grin

21 grins aswell and hugs the saiyan

"My apologies then for being too eager to see you~" 21 says as she kisses the saiyan

"Here, lets head inside. I have lots to talk to you about!" the android says as the two lovers walk into 21's house

.

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"Hm, she lost more weight than I thought she would" A voice remarks

"Well then, it looks like I'll have to draw out her other side. I have a feeling they'll take quite a liking to our dear Kefla~"