#SO HAPPY I GOT A AUTHENTIC COLLECTION AGAIN

[smashwolfen]

Oh it feels good to be brave! Went onto facebook marketplace and built up the nerve to message a seller about their copy of Pokemon Platinum. After scanning and double checking their images they had up beforehand, and then double checking and comparing AGAIN once I had it in hand, I can safely say with 100% certainty that I finally own a legit copy finally! My collection is no longer tainted with counterfeits~!!

Now I fought myself with the pricing (100$ CAN mind you) but it was also the best deal I'd get with the game AND the case (no manuel but no biggie) so Im content with what it was.

The game didnt have much on it, but they don't deserve to get reset, so Im gonna trade them over to my Diamond to give them a home (also the moment I put it in my 3DS, love my modded babeyyyyy)

For those wondering how to tell the difference I can show you in the read more below!

The fake will always be on the left for easy comparisons and to not confuse!

First off the front,

-The saturation alone is an indicator if you have a good eye, the left is very faded, almost a tinge lighter than it should be to the right, and the border for the "Nintendo DS" box isnt very defined.

-The font is not as bolded or clearly visible either, if you have a REALLY hard time reading "CONTENT RATED BY" thats above the "ESRB" text, or if "The Pokemon Company" text is hard to see against the red streak in the background. The fakes text is also oddly spaced apart compared to the real copy, like it got stretched a bit becasue the font is so thin.

-This will be the same with the other examples next, but the little insert arrow on the fake is too clear, its more pressed into the cartidge than it should ever be, the real one is perfectly flat all the way across with thr rest of the cartridges face, only difference is that its smooth to the touch as opposed to the texture of the cartidge. You run your nails across the arrow and you shouldn't feel anything stop you or feel a difference!

Next is the back

-Same as the arrow, it should not be as pressed in to give it a noticable difference in feeling. You rub your fingers across the text you will feel it ever so slightly on a real cartridge, it is more surface area than the arrow, but its nothing that should be of note. The fake will be too pressed in again and you WILL feel it.

-For American, the "NTR 005 PAT. PEND." is on both the fake and real here, most times its not on the fakes but they can be there, just be mindful!

-Some may have been faded overtime, but the black text on the back (for american games, double check your versions region) has a specific code to it. An indicator for being authentic is if the carts have the "CPUE" letters on them on the front and the back, as opposed to the VERY wrong fakes like mine having "CPUE" on the front, but the back has "ADAE" instead XD

Now another indicator may or may not be as viable, but it can be another way to see if its legit or not, it is however NOT a guarentee. Not all carts have these but sometimes at the very top of the cartridge you may see a slight indent (top is fake, bottom is real)

So far with my copies of Diamond, Pearl, Platinum and HeartGold, they all have this little indent. It may not always be there, but it may be slightly more reassurong that it is there if it is XD

Heres hoping its helped those wondering if there game is a fake or not with my own version of discrepancy. If you want more ways or maybe a better explanation of differences, here is a link to a handy guide for all the pokemon games! Same guide i used to tell the difference!

#Now to use the DNS exploit and get ahold of the old event pokemon before resetting XD #SO HAPPY I GOT A AUTHENTIC COLLECTION AGAIN #i can't believe the one game that was fake was my platinum copy like eveything else was real because ive had them since they were released! #y'all have no idea how anxious i was just trying to message to say hello like it was baaaaaaad #I nearly missed the opportunity if i waited til the weekend like i planned #buddy was going to move out of town this weekend like fate aligned so well im happyyyyy #pokemon #pokemon platinum #authentic #pokemon games #pokemon gen 4 #smashwolfen #smish pokemon

[the-fluff-piece]

Hello! For your event, I would like to request, please! Its a mix of the rules I guess? I got inspired by the prompts, hope that's ok!

Gifting Law a coin he did not have - sweet fluff.

Thank you!

Hello Anon,

It's always ok to get inspired by the prompts, that is a great request, I had a lot of fun with it ❤

This is part of the follower milestone event

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Here's

A coin for your thoughts

You use your alone time with Law to give him your newest find: a very rare coin with a rich history. His infodump can only be stopped with lots of kisses!

Sweet, fluffy, comforting

You found it in an antique shop - a rusty, small coin with peculiar pictures on it. One side showed a single lighthouse and a banner reading "mist island", the other showed various scientific tools engulfed by swirling tendrils of smoke - or mist?

As you looked at it the clerk gave you short information about the heritage of the coin, confirming your suspicion: the island, said to be situated in the new world, is shrouded in a mysterious mist that never lifts. Scientists from the world government tried to research it, a city was built, people moved there.

But after about 10 years, everyone on the island vanished without a trace. This coin was really, really rare. You employed all your skills to check for its authenticity, and went to great lengths to get it at a good price - eventually settling for a trade where you gave up a souvenir from your journeys in exchange.

With a big smile, you returned to the Polar Tang - what would Law say to it? Will he like it? Will he recognise it? His knowledge of the coins and their stories was vast, surely he knew more about it than the clerk.

You waited all day until it was time to retire to your shared room. Law sat down on his desk to "just read a little bit more" as he promised, but he wouldn't get the chance. You had cleaned and polished the coin until it looked brand new and the copper and silver alloy showed its beautiful colours.

Standing behind him, you looked over his shoulder - anatomy. He read the same books again and again and never got sick of them. You watched him trace the line of a muscle on the page with his finger, letting him finish following the inked picture to its end. When he was done, he looked behind and smiled at you, just breathing your name as he always did to tell you he was now there for you.

Without a word, you slipped the small trinket onto the page and prepared for his reaction. His blue eyes widened and his whole face changed to that of a little boy who just got the present of his life. He created a small frame with his thumb and index finger to hold the small coin to the light of his desk lamp.

"Mist island!" His voice was not the deep and sensual velvet you were used to. Instead, he sounded more boyish, his voice a higher pitch and with a vivid inflection of happiness.

Turning around the silvery object in his long, nimble fingers, he watched the light play around the edged lines, his thumb regularly brushing over the surface to feel the smoothness of the coin and follow the small pictures on it. He spent a long time studying the swirling mist, doubtlessly feeling every detail with his sensitive finger tips.

His mouth stood open in a silent smile as you watched him lovingly, seeing how much joy your gift brought him.

"Ah!" A short noise escaped him. "An impurity!" He pointed to the smallest imperfection in the material.

"You know this happens when the temperature changes to fast in production" he explained to you for what must the millionth time. But you didn't mind, he just loved talking about alloys and metal production. It was heralding the spill of information that was to follow.

Law pushed the chair back from the desk and collected you onto his lap, putting his arms around you so that you two were looking at the coin together. He rested his chin on your shoulder and pressed his cheek to your face. His beard tickled you as he spoke:

"The island was a scientific research centre to lift the mystery of the mist!" He explained close to your ear in his best nerd-voice, leaving a second to chuckle at his expert joke. He held up the side of the coin with the curling mist.

"Because the mist never lifted, it never even got thinner, the island was shrouded in darkness all day, all year. It was unusually thick. The lighthouse" - he turned the coin around - "was the strongest the marine ever built, but it could hardly penetrate the thick soup. Many ships broke on the perilous coast. The great marine scientist Prof Voltan tried to get to the bottom of it all and he vanished alongside his crew of scientists and all the inhabitants of the island in one night. The speculations are outlandish!" He laughed.

"There were even rumours about pre-existing structures on the island, full of unknown symbols and pictures..." his voice trailed off.

"But that's all nonsense!" He concluded, although he couldn't hide a bit of excitement in his voice. He was so adorable when he nerded about his interests. You couldn't help but to kiss his cheek and he smiled, but he didn't stop talking.

"You know they used a special tool to catch and analyse the mist" he explained, not letting your kisses down his jaw distract him. You turned around on his lap to straddle him and reach his kissable areas more easily.

He continued his lesson: "they called it the nebuloscope! It sucked in the mist" your mouth made a sucking sound as you worked on the soft skin of his neck " and the great problem was to build a container from where it couldn't..." he couldn't end the sentence, since you nibbled at the soft patch of skin on his neck that made him loose his mind without fail.

"It couldn't...i mean the couldn't...it wasnt...", he tried to continue a few more times but failed, his speech slurred into a pant.

"Babe stop that..." he panted as you mercilessly held his skin between your lips. However, you were in a good mood and stopped, for him.

He exhaled and shifted beneath you, as his little nerd brain whipped him to tell you even more of the island mystery: "the coin itself is made from ore found on the island, it's not exactly common silver and copper." You let him explain for a short while before kissing trails down his chest as you unbuttoned his shirt.

He leaned back with his brows creased and a whimper, and continued to dump all the info in his head onto you.

"The ore...had strange properties...marine...tried to harvest it...but..." the small movements you made with your hips seemed to steal the blood from his head and you opened his shirt to marvel at your boyfriend's chest. His eyes were pressed close as he struggled for control. He knew he would eventually lose but he held on bravely. He was just trying to get into iron smelting as you pressed soft kisses to his mouth, stopping the flow of words gently.

He put the coin on his desk and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to carry you to the bed. As he laid you down and came to rest next to you, he began to repay the favour, nibbling on you ear.

"Thank you babe, I love you" he whispered into your ear and stopped talking for the night as he cuddled you happily. The rest of his speech would come tomorrow at breakfast .

__________

This one was really fun and inspiring to me. Maybe Law and y/n will find a misty island one day and have a spooky mystery adventure?

#one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law #law x reader #law x y/n #law is a nerd #law loves coins #odp follower event #the fluff piece

[thegreatstoryteller]

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Reviews:

DisneyDad85: 2 out of 5 stars. 

My family and I were planning a trip to Disney and I wanted to find somewhere close to the park. The location was just as promised, a 3 bedroom with a great view. The bodies were not what I expected. I assumed when the listing described a “great way to enjoy the best parts of youth” that we’d be given some family friendly bodies. Not some local young men who were rooming together. I guess “young” is relative as my eldest boy found himself in the most mature body.  Being slightly overweight was new for him as he was always so nerdy and skinny. And as always, on his phone talking to his friends bragging about his new body. 

He loves being the oldest and eating whatever he wants without worry of food allergy. I told him that he wouldn’t like it if he had to worry about all that weight he’s putting on his new body later, but he doesn’t listen. 

Then there was my youngest! He loved the vintage aesthetic to the rooms we were given and he couldn’t stop playing with the phones there. 

He was certainly happy that he was tall enough to ride all the rides at the park, but I did not like how he was now able to consume all the alcohol at the various bars around the area. But being 6′7 and confident, it’s no like anyone would think to card him. Meanwhile I was now the only one of our party not old enough to drink only being 20 years old! Gosh… maybe I shouldn’t have snuck into that bar on the final day of the trip. I can’t believe I drunkenly renewed our vacation for next year! Still trying to contact customer support to discuss cancellation!

Overall good vacation, but just make sure you inquire about the bodies before making a big trip. I still feel just like the reckless 20 year old I was a few days ago. Almost like I’m still on vacation… maybe another trip will do us some good in the near future. 

AlwysABridesMaid: 3.5 out of 5 stars

So I like to imagine myself being very open minded when it comes to these swaps and vacations! I’ve tried out loads of these vacations with my girlfriends  and I when we did sorority parties in college! However, I’ve got to say this is the first time me AND my entire party ended up as ALL guys. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue as we love exploring new experiences and locations, but I don’t think my best friend the bride envisioned being surrounded by a bunch of hairy men during her wedding ceremony. That’s right every single one of her bridesmaids were now half a foot taller and a lot more manly than she expected. I’m mostly mad that I couldn’t fit into our tailor made dress. That being said, the wedding still went off without a hitch! We had so much fun doing spa days, bachelorette parties, and the actual day of wedding in our new bodies despite the small hiccup. 

Would I do this again? Definitely given a heads up about the party. But now that I’m intimately aware of some new male physiology I’d definitely like to try it again. The best man certainly wants to do some more exploration with me after last night. Anyway, has anyone ever heard of the so called “side effects” people keep referring to? The bridesmaids and I all found ourselves inside these book smart engineers and now I feel like my IQ is through the roof. All the girls and I can do at the nail salon is just gab about research papers, new theorems, and the latest technological marvels making the news!

WifeGuy88: 1 out of 5 stars

I swear I’m a feminist. Gotta get that out there before I say that I’m not sure my wife and I should do another of these trips. I heard that there used to be lots of safety procedures when it came to these swaps, but I recently heard that unlike Swap Hotels, they do not have to cover any kinds of safety or ethical costs associated with normal swapping. 

I’m getting ahead of myself. The reason I’m not jazzed about Body Swap N’ B is because… I was a bit jealous my wife was bigger than me…. I know we booked a room for a loving couple…. But I didn’t expect both pairs of that couple to be male. Being a former college athlete and finding myself in a 5 foot nothing twink was a big enough shock.

 But when my wife came stomping in from the other room as a big mass of hair and muscle… well let’s just say that weekend went very differently than I imagined… It all feels like such a blur…. And my ass is still sore…

But no! I’m leaving this as a warning. There are reviews saying your mind thinks differently after the swaps and that some people are claiming they are stuck in those bodies longer than they like! Also my girlfiend signed us up for another trip and due to their zero cancellation policy I know we’re gonna be there sooner than later if things go their way! Not that I mind…. I rather liked being thrown around by a larger man for a change… I’m sure it’s gonna be a lot of fun… but that doesn’t take away from the fact that this company can’t keep getting away with this. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my wife some new male outfits that she wants to try for our next vacation. 

BenTheOrganizer: 5 out of 5 stars

Great for family reunions! 

Normally I was the one that plans all these big family events. Criticism here and there about this location being too hot, too cold, or too far. But hey! Finally got a family gathering we can get behind! Who would’ve thought that it was when my entire family were in the body of one of the biggest college fraternities in the state! Turns out aunt Marjorie doesn’t have time to comment on my lack of partner when she’s doing a keg stand while uncle Larry cheers her on. Turns out cousin Jeremiah can’t brag about making partner as his law firm when he can finally cut loose dancing to some music! Racist grandpa Marvin won’t be making any problematic remarks about minorities when he’s enjoying his big black body so much. And the younger second cousins aren’t nearly as annoying when you can share some beers with them while we all test out our new muscles in the frat’s personal gym. 

My parents were surprisingly the most into the idea. My mom and dad are some of the most heteronormative couples I know but it wasn’t 5 minutes before someone found them making out the frat house locker room. They kept saying it wasn’t gay if it was two bros, but I don’t think any amount of “No Homo” could save face there. Especially when they were caught a few hours later doing the same thing.

As for me… well maybe I put myself into the hottest guy there, the frat president, on purpose when I filled in the special requests portion.  But hey. I think I  deserve it for a job well done. In fact as I’m writing this review I’m still in his body! After all thanks to the “Extend your Stay” option, we were able to  extend our swap vacation for another 2 weeks.  Maybe if this continues going so well I can talk to the company about having us keep these bodies.  I don’t think my entire family can go back to their old lives when they are loving being loud, raucous, muscle heads every day of the week. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got another frat party to plan. Thanks Body Swap N’ B!

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[gutsybitsies]

A/N: Happens almost right after Under the Red Hood

"All you needed was this?" The adult, Dick Grayson, tossed Jason Grace a golden coin.

Grace caught the drachma and flipped it instinctively. It, of course, didn't switch into any weapons like Ivlivs used to.

"Yes, the Constantine guy said any magic there can work here as well."

"I had to break in and steal from someone's collection for an real Greek drachma."

"You couldn't find one on E-bay?"

"It's called C-bay in this dimension, and yes I could, but we don't have time to verify authenticity."

In the background, the rest of Dick's family perched on rafters, chairs, and inconvenient dinosaurs and pennies as they carefully watched Grace twist the coin around in his hands. He knew that they're carefully monitoring him, making mental notes for their little reports later on about his dimension, his powers, everything, really.

"So according to you," Grace said, "You tried to bring someone back from the dead."

"My parents," Dick replied. "And I didn't try, a genie took advantage of me when I was drunk and made a wish."

"But he can't bring back people who have been dead for so long, so he brought back your most recently deceased family."

"Jason Todd," Dick supplied.

"But he couldn't even do that as well, because he brought me, Jason Grace, back to life instead, and now I'm here instead of him."

"Honestly I don't see what's wrong with this," one of the bats (that's got to be how they think of themselves, Jason Grace figured, since they all have a symbol of a bat on their clothes) replied. "This Jason isn't cutting heads off stuffing them in duffel bags."

"Glad I'm better than that," Grace said, before turning the humidifier he asked for on and shined a light on it. He ignored their curious questions and tossed the drachma into the rainbowy mist.

"Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbows, please show me...Nico di Angelo."

This caused the looming dark mass of the old guy that called himself Bat Man to stir from his seat in front of the massive computer in the cave. "This wasn't the plan, you were supposed to call for Jason."

"What if only I was brought back to life and he's not? We'd have wasted a drachma," Grace explained. "Nico's my best friend and he knows about death, he'll be able to help."

Slowly the mist shimmered and its colors changed, until they could see two forms cuddling under a tree. Suddenly, the smell of ozone crackled in the cave, and Dick took a sharp look at Grace, whose expression didn't change an iota.

"Nico! Nico!"

The form of a short napping boy with three clawmarks on his face blearily opened his eyes. He shook awake the blond boy napping next to him. "Will, I'm hallucinating Jason."

"Wh-Jason?" Will's eyes snapped open to see Jason Grace in an Iris message looking out at them. "I-I see him too."

Nico's eyes darted up to Jason again. "Jason? How-Jason!"

One of the brightest smiles Jason had ever seen on Nico bloomed on his face as he dashed up to the Iris message. He paused right before slamming into it and dispersing the mist. "Jason, what happened? Are you in another Underworld? What do you need me to do?"

Jason grinned, Nico's happiness infecting him and swept away the doom and gloom of Gotham, he can even ignore Will in the background holding Nico's hand. "I'm alive again! These guys," he jerked a hand to point at the rest of the bat family, "Accidentally brought me back alive. But, and this is going to sound crazy, I do have a favor to ask you."

Nico gave him an unimpressed look. "Bring it, crazy is my life."

The rest of the bats tensed as they waited for Jason to ask Nico for help and clarification.

"So you and Will are dating now? Tell me everything that's happened since I died! Is Apollo back to being a god? How's Piper doing? I heard Leo's back! Tell him I said hi! And what's the progress on the shrines I've been designing?"

That was apparently the final straw, as the bat man grunted and almost ran with the fit of manic energy right where Jason was standing talking to Nico.

"Forget those questions," the bat man said, trying and failing to shove Jason aside. "Within the last 24 hours, did anyone from your dimension encounter a Jason Todd? We have reason to believe that the two of them were switched."

"No we don't," Jason said. "There's a chance he's still dead. Isn't that a good thing? All you guys talked about was how he's a homicidal maniac."

"There was a strange guy but I don't know if his name is Jason Todd," Nico said.

"Big, buff, black hair with a tuft of white hair in front?," Will asked. "That's the only stranger recently, sweetie."

A lightbulb in the cave burst.

Grace's face was still perfectly smooth. "Nico, he's dangerous. That wasn't a hyperbole, this guy came back from the dead before and immediately begin a crime spree in his home city."

"He won't hurt innocent children," the bat man insisted. "He's dangerous but he's not deranged, but he does need to come home and be detained."

"He slit my throat," one of the teenage bats said. "Probably. It might have been him that slit my throat. I got better though."

Nico looked unimpressed, "Well you don't need to worry about him anymore. We found him bleeding from the neck and then he died from bloodloss before we could do anything."

"Don't give us that crap," the bat man said. "Your Jason said he also suffered life threatening injuries before the switch happened, but he was found completely healed. Bring Jason here, now."

"Can't, he's dead," Nico said in a deadtone. "But don't worry, we gave him the correct funeral rights before cremation. I can show you his urn." He turned to Jason.

"Jason," Nico said in Ancient Greek. "You need to find a way to run away. These are the dangerous people. I could sense how Jason Todd died. It was bloodloss from filicide, Jason. His father killed him before he was brought to us. And now he wants to finish the job. Please stay safe and make your way back to us." The Iris message flickered before it died out.

in the morning, when the rest of the family was sleeping and Jason Grace was in his containment chamber ("Stop calling our guestroom a containment chamber, Master Bruce."), Bruce played the footage from the cave over and over again.

He knew Ancient Greek, of course he did. He learned both Ancient Greek during med school.

"It was filicide," the strange boy had said. "His father killed him."

"His father killed him."

"His father killed."

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #jason grace #nightwing #dick grayson #bruce wayne #dcu #jason todd #utrh #under the red hood #tim drake #pjo dc crossover #idk what else to tag this as #jasico #always tag jasico because i always put hints of jasico haha #nico di angelo #my fic #my fics

[soundbluster]

PINK!!!

Been messing with my shelving again so All my Pink Deluxe and larger Arcee's (Plus a few Elita Ones), both official and 3rd party. I put the blue and legends scale Arcee's on a different shelf. :D Honestly my favourite official ones are Animated Arcee as it's got the best transformation out of any of them, and the masterpiece (for all its flaws) its just such an expressive figure.

Binaltech is the worst official one in my opinion I'm happy to have it but l, the transformation is fiddly and unsatisfying and the robot mode just looks weirdly miss-proportioned (even if you're going for a more masculine looking body), the legs look too short for the torso and the arms are massive (it looks like a troll from lord of the rings honestly). Mine was second hand and yellowed when I bought it, but that's kinda inevitable on an older figure.

After a decade my Arcee collections pretty much completed now (except for new Arcee toys), I have a version of all the official moulds -except for the authentics one because for a budget figure it costs an absurd amount to import and obscure botcon or other exclusive releases. And the only other 3p one I'm interested in is the old iGear one.

I've no interest in the Fanstoys one, which is probably the most popular 3p Arcee, because it looks really off model to me, and the effed up marketing they decided to use just me off that figure for good!

(Yeah big Fire bird Nicee was a bit tasteless, but fanstoys with rapey Springer was just gross 🤢 )

#transformers #arcee #arcee toy #g1 arcee #my toys #toy collection #my transformers collection #toy collecting ramblings #talking about my toy collection again

[m-to-z-andbackto-m]

(TLDR at the bottom)

(I FORGOT TO POST THIS AND IT'S JUST BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS COLLECTING DUST 😭)

More DreamTale ramble because it's their birthday and I still don't have their gift finished 😭

DreamTale By Joku 🫶

DREAMTALE is about BALANCE correct?

>:)

>:/

>:(

Okay, yeah I'm not too excited about this one but here we go (That's a lie, I'm hella invested):

Original:

Nightmare - Died once, is a pelvis hole, pretty sure he unalived one of Killer's cats or at least attacked it, being of hate, literally no one should be happy around him (He might KILL YOUR CAT if you are smh)

Dream - Was turned to stone once, definition of a cinnamon roll, authentic Disney princess (Reference), way too kind and hopeful for his own good, literally no one should be upset around him

Okay we got this? Nightmare? Super Uncool. Dream? Super Wholesome.

Right okay so DreamTale having this Balance shtick, I think it makes Sans (Ba Dum Tsss) that in versions where Nightmare is actually likable (DadMare), Dream is... Less likable...

Like canonically that's a load of bull shart and super unlikely to be the case, like, ever

But making one likable (In this case, Nightmare), more often than not, renders the other unlikable (Dream), I've seen it, over and over (Examples):

Rehabilitation Multiverse (I 🫶 Them) (Guys go read Little Assistant on Quotev, I beg, it's so cute, they have a blog on here too <3)

BJTBS and more of Dark's content

That one multiverse where Dream is essentially the embodiment of toxic positivity (Crazed? Dream?) and Nightmare has gotta go around fixing up mishaps (Really liked this idea, it takes the whole thing I'm talking about and multiplies it by 20)

I think Shattered Dreams should count too?

Okay actually those are the only ones I've personally looked into myself (I think DreamSwap by Kai might count too but I haven't looked into DS since... 3... years ago... yeah-) but I've seen it mentioned over and over, whether someone's ranting about a fanfic they read or doodles people make

Due to these observations, I conclude:

Common DreamTale Occurrence: To have a likable Nightmare, you need a less-than-ideal Dream. To keep your pure Dream, you gotta have a hateful Nightmare.

Exceptions:

Both Are Unlikable (Rare?)

Both are likable (but don't see eye socket to eye socket if you wanna keep that conflict, or they vibe together neutrally if you don't care for the conflict)

Redemption Variations

Most Truce Multiverses

Petty/Joke/Non Or Semi Serious Versions

Etc...

Examples of each exception except the first one because I haven't seen that yet:

Both Likable: Nightmare may be DadMare, neutral, hold his own morals that from his perspective are understandable, or secretly still cares for Dream. Dream may be angsty, close to canon, naive, or also hold his side of morals that are still valid I've also seen one where he's been manipulated by the village so any toxic (behavior isn't/beliefs aren't) his fault. (I think it was called RoseVerse, found it on YT, really cool stuff!)

Redemption Variations: This mainly revolves around Nightmare redeeming himself, or the group as a whole, possible P!Nightmare.

Truce Multiverses: Self explanatory, The Stars (Or in this case, mostly Dream) and Nightmare's Group (Again, in this case, mostly Nightmare) agree on a truce

Semi To Non Serious Multiverses: Joke comics can follow the observation but also not since they're not canon anyways, like Roxy's overprotective Nightmare (StareMare!) drawings, or The Worst Smile comic (I think... That was the name...)

Summary: DreamTale's Balance shtick and the pattern of having one Apple Brother likable rendering the other unlikable is so common, I propose it as sort of a common occurring rule(?) that has some exceptions because this fandom is limitless regardless of it's patterns

#dreamtale #dreamtale au #dreamtale dream #dreamtale nightmare #dream sans #passive nightmare #passive nightmare sans #nightmare sans #undertale au #sans au #utmv headcanons #headcanon #au sans #fandom #utmv #ut au #utmv au #ut aus #utmv sans #utmv dream #utmv nightmare #MZM Rambles A Lot

[arecaceae175]

Authenticity Ch. 22: Vocal Stim

Summary: Wild, Hyrule, and Four are foraging for mushrooms. Wild expresses his excitement with vocal stims.

615 words, fluff. For requests made by Inessen and TenacityShades on AO3.

Warnings: brief mention (like, two sentences) of ableism and Wild being forced to hide his autistic traits. It’s mentioned in relation to his time as a knight Pre-Calamity

“Is this one good?” Four asked, pointing at a growth of mighty thistle.

Wild hopped over and knelt down next to Four. “Hm. It is, but it won’t work in the soup or the risotto. We need more mushrooms. That’s mighty thistle. It grows in fields and plains, mainly. If I cook it right, it helps my attacks do more damage for a while. Flora isn’t quite sure how it works, but she thinks it has something to do with increasing the adrenaline or the muscle tone, or something.” 

“Are you going to take it anyway?” Four asked with a smirk. He was very familiar with Wild’s collecting habits. 

“I’m gonna take it anyway,” Wild said as he plucked the flowers from the plant. “It’s pretty abundant around here, so it’s fine to take as much as we find.”

Four nodded then got back to his feet to resume their search. Wild followed, bouncing on his toes happily. He loved foraging. 

“Shroom, shroom, shroom,” Wild said as he bounced. 

“Wild, over here!” Hyrule called. Wild rushed over to Hyrule and found him kneeling over a thick growth of Hylian Shrooms. 

“Shrooms!” Wild exclaimed as he knelt down. 

“Shrooms,” Hyrule echoed with a nod. 

Wild inspected the mushrooms to make sure they were good to eat. They looked perfect for harvesting, so Wild picked them and added them to the growing pile in his bag. 

“Nice,” Hyrule said. 

Wild jumped to his feet and flapped his hands happily. Foraging was so much fun!

“Shrooms!” Wild said. 

“Shrooms,” Hyrule echoed again. “That’s so fun to say.”

“Shrooms!” Wild agreed. 

Sometimes Wild got a sound stuck in his mouth. It didn’t happen very often, but when it did, he would find himself repeating the sound over and over and over. When he’s upset and gets stuck on a sound, making the sound helps him calm down. Most of the time, though, the sounds get stuck when he’s happy. Making the sounds helps him feel the happy feelings, and share his happy feelings with the world. 

Wild remembered clearly the first time a sound got stuck in front of Flora. They were in Lurelin helping a fishing crew clean their catch for a feast. Wild was repeating the word fish. Flora stared at him for a long time, then smiled widely and joined in. 

Later, she explained that Wild only ever did repetitive sounds in front of her, Before. He never spoke when he was assigned as her knight, so that was the only time she heard his voice. She also said that while Wild never explicitly told her about it, she believed he was taught not to make repetitive sounds at all. Hearing Wild make sounds, especially happy sounds, always brought her joy and comfort. 

Since that conversation, Wild has been letting himself make repetitive sounds more and more. It sometimes made him anxious to do sounds in front of people he wasn’t comfortable with, but he was working through that. As long as he was comfortable and happy, it shouldn’t matter if others gave him weird looks. The sounds always made him feel better, and in his memory no one had ever told him to stop, so he didn’t.

“I got one!” 

Four’s voice brought Wild back to the present. Four was holding an Ironshroom.

“Shroom,” Wild said happily. He bounced over to Four, inspected the mushroom, then put it in his bag.

“Four, you should say shrooms with us,” Hyrule said. 

Four shrugged. “Sure, why not. Shrooms!”

“Shroooooooooms.”

“Shroom, shroom, shroom.” 

Hyrule giggled. “It doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.”

Wild’s smile was wide as he bounced through the forest to find more mushrooms. 

“Shrooms!”

#authenticity #ace writes #linked universe #lu wild #lu four #lu hyrule

[malectober]

Happy Valentine's folks!!

Or, more accurately, happy Malectine's!!! (I propose changing the official name to Malectine's Day. What's better, naming a holiday for romantic love after a hateful bigot who got none anyways or after Mr. Lovey-Doveys?)((By hateful bigot, I mean Valentine Morgenstern ofc. I'm sure St. Valentines was a delight))

Ehem. Anyway. I have decided to host a teeny tiny little Malec event this Valentines. Sponsored by a lil bit of time from my finals study sessions.

(I'm getting paid in sanity, not money btw)

((please help me NOT lose my sanity during finals, which, funnily, start the day after Valentines))

(((My only date for Valentines is, unfortunately, biochemistry. I'd really appreciate seeing some proper lovely chemistry that day instead of the kind that sucks my soul dry)))

((((okay I'll stop rambling now))))

Anyways. *clears throat* *dramatic flourish which Magnus would approve of*

Introducing the Malectine's Roulette Challenge!!

In this challenge, you're gonna spin a (virtual)

Now, here's how you can participate:

Step 1: Have a tumblr account (Ao3 account is optional)

Step 2: Spin the virtual roulette here to get a prompt!! There’s 7 prompts, each of which is from the Valentine’s week list thingy.

Step 3: Take your prompt and go wild with it!!

Step 4: On Valentine’s Day, post whatever you created here on tumblr (and if it’s a fic, in the Ao3 collection which I’ll link below) and tag @malectober so I can reblog it here!!

Now, before you go all spinning about, here’s a few ground rules and other information:

Please don’t spin more than once 🥺👉👈 The whole point of the challenge is to, well, challenge yourself. Make the best of what prompt you get. It wouldn’t really be a challenge if you kept spinning till you got the prompt you wanted. (However, if you’re racking your brain and still unable to come up with a good idea, you may have a second spin behind my back). Now, I won’t know if anyone spins multiple times, of course, that’s between you and your internet, buuut that also means it’s up to you to keep the challenge authentic.

You can do anything!! Art, fic, edits, playlists, you name it!!

Interested in the challenge but not really a malec fan? That’s fine! Take a spin anyway and go for it, but you don’t have to tag me.

Nsfw content is allowed, as long as it is put under a cut (Read more)

Speaking of which, any and all content is allowed!! Even if it’s the goriest darkest whumpiest content a human can possibly make. Just make sure to add any appropriate TWs to the beginning, and in case of particularly graphic/triggering content, put it under a cut!

For fic, there’s no word count limits, minimum or maximum. You could submit in one single word for a fic and I’ll still accept it!!

You may tag your work with “#malectine’s day” and “#malectine’s 2023”. But do tag this account within the post so I can notice it and reblog!!

I know I’m calling it a challenge, but there’s no reward or winners or anything. The true treasure is the malec content y’all will create, plus some of that sweet sweet validation.

Most importantly, do not, I repeat, DO NOT hate on any of the participants or content submitted.

That said, enjoy the challenge!!

Again, here’s the link to the roulette (Please let me know in case either of the links don’t work)

And here’s the link to the Ao3 Collection

Lastly, just for funsies, here’s a poll

#Malectine’s day #Malectine’s 2023 #Malectine’s day 2023 #malec #tsc #tmi #tec #shadowhunters #shtv

[kny-agere]

I was wondering if you could do a little douma & Cg kotoha drabble?

Where douma had a more stressful day than usual and unconsciously seeks kotoha out and with just a bit of prompting and encouragement from her he ends up regressing and wants nothing more than to cuddle and be held ;^; (and if it's alright, I was wonderful of you could maybe add him breastfeeding? I saw your headcanons for it and thought it was so sweet. But i don't mind not having it if you feel uncomfortable ^^)

No pressure of course ^^

meow meow I got carried away bc this is soooo fun to write!! I’d want a mama to take care of me so I definitely enjoyed writing a fem cg <3

★彡☆彡★彡

Douma often paid close attention to the mothers of paradise faith. He found them strange, the way they constantly crowded around their own children. Douma’s own mother had often passed him off to a nanny, only holding him to display herself as someone who had given birth to such a spectacular baby. She was his creator, not his mother.

So even after centuries of observing how other women treated their babies he still didn’t quite understand it.

Even worse was how the children acted. They’d cling to the legs of their mothers and cry whenever separated. The women were weak, it’s not as if they could protect the smaller humans.

Kotoha was just the newest addition to his collection of followers. She carried her child, Inosuke, in her arms at nearly all times. He was a strange thing, wide eyed and already shaping up to look like his mother.

Most of the other children at the commune were a few years old now. Purposefully or not they tended to be born in batches. In a few months a few women might grow pregnant again, but for now Inosuke was the only infant present.

That was not the sole reason Douma paid special attention to Kotoha. The woman was also beautiful and kind and made him feel strange. Though she praised him in the way the rest of his followers did, she also spoke without thinking. Sometimes her hand would even dart out to rustle his hair or poke his side. Most of the time the woman was too distracted to realize she had done something in the first place. The few times she realized how familiar she was acting with Douma the girl would blush and murmur a shy apology.

“It’s alright dear!” And he’d mirror her motion. Though his attempts were less authentic than the human’s. Somehow he couldn’t replicate the earnest and loving feeling that she forced out of hiding.

Douma called for Kotoha often. He’d find excuses, ask for her to play music or mend some of his clothing. Sometimes he wouldn’t even make up a reason, just asking her to keep him company. Though the woman never refused his summons she still seemed surprised any time he brought her in.

“Ah is Ino-kun not joining us today?” It was rare to not see the baby attached to her back or cradled in her arms.

“He’s sleeping! And Ai-chan is watching him while he sleeps. She’s so sweet.”

“That’s good. He’s so annoying crying and babbling all the time.” Kotoha laughed though Douma wasn’t exactly joking. Her eyes shined with happiness however, so he wasn’t inclined to spoil the fun.

“What did you want me for gracious founder? Should I play some music for you today?” She lowered herself to rest by his side.

“You can lie down if you’d like.” They’re surrounded by plush pillows and silk blankets. It’s not quite a bed they rest in, more like a nest. Douma has no need for sleep but having some place comfortable to kill time in is always nice.

Kotoha is still a little stiff, shy in the presence of the man. She lounges backwards, parallel to Douma. He’s quick to sling an arm around her waist and pull her close. She makes a surprised noise but quickly adjusts. Her hands brush through his hair, Douma’s head lacking the crown-like hat he wears. Her soft stomach, still holding onto some of the weight from pregnancy. The comfort and gentle combing of her fingers quickly lull him into a state somewhere near sleep. He can’t quite rest but the edges of his consciousness grow fuzzy.

“Excuse me gracious founder!” Kotoha sits up, throwing the man off of her. The woman’s hands cup her chest.

“Hmm?” Douma looks ridiculous, his hair messy and eyes still half-lidded. “What’s wrong dear?”

Her cheeks turn a pretty pink color. “Ah I’ve just leaked a little. It just happens on occasion.” Wet stains are hidden under her palms.

He tilts his head. “I don’t mind. I was just getting comfortable y’know.” Douma attempts to bury his head back in her hold.

Kotoha lets out a little gasp. “I’m not sure if the problem will fix itself. I should go check on Inosuke.”

The man isn’t happy that their alone time might end so soon. He wraps his hands into the soft fabric of her kimono and frowns. “Don’t you trust me to take care of your problems?” He actually doesn’t have anything in mind but he’s not ready to be left alone yet.

“Are you sure you’d help me out with this?” She’s implying something that Douma can’t quite figure out. He nods anyways, eager to cling onto her presence.

It takes a bit of time for Kotoha to get into a comfortable position. She stacks a few pillows so she can sit up properly. The blond still doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into but he follows along. Douma is dragged into her lap where he attempts to fit despite being twice her size.

When she loosens her obi and slides down the shoulders the plan becomes obvious. One of her breasts slips out, milk already dripping from her.

The man opens his mouth, but has a surprisingly hard time latching on. In all his time as a demon he’d never tried this as before. Douma tries to tap into his memories as a child but it doesn’t do him much good.

Kotoha cradled his head much in the way she did Inosuke’s. Eventually he does manage to get his lips wrapped around her properly, pulling out more of her milk. It’s a weird balance of sweet and bitter, flowing smoothly over his tongue.

Douma felt strange. He had hips lips wrapped around the flesh of a pretty girl, and yet felt no need to bite down. The sensation of gently suckling her chest was satisfying enough. More than that Kotoha was running her fingers through his hair. Her other hand stretched around him to cradle his back, despite the fact that he needed no help to support himself. The man’s cloak was removed only to be wrapped back around his frame like a blanket. Douma wondered what it’d be like to get properly swaddled. Didn’t babies ever get claustrophobic?

That train of through leads nowhere as he happily gulps down more milk. The stream is strong and steady. It stays that way for a few long minutes, before slowly tapering off. Douma gulps down harder, greedy for more.

When the flow finally ends he moves to paw at her other breast. Kotoha’s hand quickly captures his, interlacing her fingers with his.

“C’mon we gotta leave some for the baby.” She bends over to press a tender kiss to his forehead before pulling him back. Douma looks a little shocked, letting out a sad mewl. His tongue is painted a milky white before the blond swallows the last remnants of the nectar.

In the absence of more breast milk Douma goes back to hiding his face within her stomach. This time he’s allowed to sit there as the woman readjusts herself. He still can’t quite sleep, but it’s the closest he’s come in a long time.

#age regression #sfw agere #age regressor #fandom agere #demon slayer #kny #cglre #agere requests #douma #little!douma #cg!kotoha #kny kotoha #kotoha hashibira #kny douma

[ciaossu-imagines]

I adore Mystic Messenger and have been lucky enough to handle quite a few headcanon requests for it. Not much love though for my precious V, who is one of my favourites, I will admit, so I took it upon myself to choose to write some headcanons for him! I used this prompt here and hope you all will enjoy them (since I do know he’s a pretty divisive character in the fandom)!

What they smell like?

I feel like V smells really good. He takes his personal hygiene seriously and does regularly shower and keeps clean. He favours shampoos and soaps with light and clean, faintly citrusy, scents. I feel like, when he was with Rika, he wore a more musky and spicy cologne that she favored but that, when he chooses his own cologne, it’s a lighter scent, like Burberry’s Touch.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc.)?

V sleeps on his side, almost in a fetal position but not quite. It’s vaguely fetal but he’s not as tightly curled up on himself, and he keeps his bottom leg mostly straight, with one arm underneath his head. He doesn’t move much while he sleeps and his breathing while he sleeps is light and regular and almost noiseless.

What music they enjoy?

He likes a lot of different types of music and enjoys learning about new bands and artists. He does like classical music and he can play several instruments, but he’s also in soft-rock, folk, happy sounding pop music if the lyrics aren’t aggressive, and would be strangely into cuddlecore music.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning?

It honestly depends on his mental health at the time. At the times when his mental health was the worst, while he’d make sure he was clean, V would put a lot less time into his personal appearance and could be ready in less than five minutes. When his mental health is fully positive, he does take pride in his appearance, both in his personal grooming and his attire, and takes about forty-five minutes to an hour to be fully ready.

Their favourite thing to collect?

V is a photographer, so is it any surprise that he likes collecting photographs? He makes scrapbooks and has photo albums that he loves looking through. I also think he likes collecting wine, tobacco pipes, art, and vinyl records.

Left or right-handed?

I think V is ambidextrous. It’s how I’ve always headcanoned him, though I think he uses his right hand slightly more.

Religion (if any)?

V’s been raised in the Catholic faith and is still a practicing Catholic, though he attends church a lot less regularly than he would like and, while the whole Rika situation is going on, I think he feels like he doesn’t deserve the comfort of confession and it would be a while before he allows himself to participate in that ritual again.

Favourite sport?

V was never a big fan of sports, though he did try to enjoy them for his father’s sake growing up. I feel like he played football (soccer) during school because it was his father’s favourite sport and does know enough about baseball to be able to participate in conversations about it but generally isn’t all that into sports.

Favourite touristy thing to do when travelling (museums, local food, sight-seeing, etc.)?

All of it. Seriously, V actually really enjoys travelling. By the time he dies, he wants to have seen the whole world and he will do everything he can to immerse himself in a place and soak up all of the things it, and the culture, can provide. He likes art galleries and museums, visits museums based around history or culture, asks locals for restaurant recommendations so that he can get authentic meals, and does enjoy sight-seeing, both through guided tours and through just exploring on his own with his camera.

Favourite kind of weather?

It shifts…with Rika, in the beginning, V loved the sun. No day was as good as those where the sun shone brightly and warmed everything. But when things got bad with Rika, he developed an almost obsession with rainy days, with the heavy atmosphere and gloomy skies. When he mentally heals, I think he goes back to preferring warmer days, with the sun in the sky, but not quite to the almost obsessive level he had before.

A weird/obscure fear they have?

Honestly, it’s rejection. V is a people pleaser at heart, with a desire to be accepted and loved and he fears everyone rejecting him.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail?

I feel like V is actually really good at the goldfish catching festival/carnival booth. He always gets a fish, and he names every single one of them, though he tends to give them away to small children instead of taking them home.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysmes headcanons #headcanons #v mystic messenger #jihyun kim

[ladylooch]

Never Til Now- Timo Meier

7.4.22 Update: I had to repost Timo.. so I lost all my notes.. and if you liked it to come back to it, very sorry but you need to like it again. AH!

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: Timo Time! I’m into Swiss dudes I guess? Idk. So here is a brief break from Kevin Fiala for Thotty boy T. 

Warnings: SMUT (18+). Swearing. Sadness. Drinking. And.. probably other things that I cannot think of right now.

The neon light of the Coors sign on the wall beside our table is so bright it makes my temples throb. Or maybe it’s Lizzo’s “Truth Hurts” being blared through the speakers of the bar for Ladies’ Night. My eyes briefly pull away from the San Jose Sharks game to my group of girlfriends. I feel guilty about my lack of contribution to the conversation. But the truth is, I would rather be anywhere else tonight. Instead, I’m going through the motions, convinced if I try hard enough, I’ll be over him soon. Him. The love of my life. The beginning and the end of it all. The hardest damn goodbye I’ve ever experienced. That’s what he is to me but to the rest of San Jose, he’s Timo Time.

Timo and I met randomly because we both frequented the same taco place for lunch. We both sat at the bar one sunny, Friday, two Septembers ago. I knew of him, but admittedly did not follow hockey much. During Happy Hour, we were at opposite ends of the bar, but as the night got busier, he wandered down to the stool next to me. That’s where we spent the next 6 hours together, until we shut the place down. We bonded over our love of food- cooking, eating out, and collecting a million different gadgets for the kitchen. We dreamed up our perfect kitchens while tasting different, expensive tequilas. We munched on authentic tacos and guacamole all the while falling for each other. When he asked to see me again, I couldn’t give him my number fast enough.

On our first date, we found ourselves at another taco place- a newer, trendy one that people couldn’t stop talking about on the west side of the city. The restaurant had a beautiful patio on the water where we watched the sunset while stuffing ourselves full of guac, tacos, and of course, tequila. By the end of the date, I had a buzz for Timo stronger than any tequila could give.

We left the restaurant for something quieter and found ourselves on the beach, walking hand in hand. We told each other all about our lives- our siblings, our parents, our hometowns, and of course for him, all about hockey. Listening to the stories of his life, leaving Switzerland so young for Canada, living with a billet family, all for this incredible, exotic dream of playing in the NHL. It was so impressive. 

Eventually, we stopped walking and dipped our feet into the warm water. The waves crashed up to our ankles while we talked about how I grew up in Southern California, but moved North for a marketing job three years ago. I’ve never thought about going back. The distance and the culture suits me better here.

“California seems to be its own country. You can have different experiences depending on where you are in the state.” Timo murmurs to me as we look out at the moonlight glittering on the water’s surface. 

“It definitely is. So unique too. We have so many different cultures and ethnicities here. It makes California a slice of heaven for any foodie.” He laughs, his white teeth stark against the dark night. I take a moment to study him as he turns back to the water. My heart squeezes in my chest and I know I’m falling for him. Fast.

“I’m about to start my season.” He breaks our comfortable silence a few minutes later. “And my schedule will get crazy.” Well, shit. I try not to show my dejection visibly and brace for the thanks but no thanks. “I know it will be a lot to ask. I’ll be gone a lot, but when I’m here… I’d like to see you.” He looks over at me, blue eyes hopeful and awaiting my response.

“I’d like that.” I whisper to him, lips pulling into an easy smile.

“Good because I know a tapas place you’ll love.” 

“A hockey player that loves tapas. Incredible.” I tease him, laughter glinting in my eyes as they look at his.

His blue eyes hover on my lips. With courage, I inch forward a smidge. I want him to go the rest of the way. My green eyes devour his features as he comes close. I suck in an anticipatory breath, but when our lips touch, I lose it all. Fire ignites inside my chest and rushes out through my limbs until all of me is hot. My arms go around his neck and I hold myself close to him. His large hands stay on my hips but squeeze tighter in hunger. I’ve never felt anything like this. I want to dive down deeper into this feeling until I lose touch of everything but him.

“Wow.” He whispers against my lips as he pulls an inch back. He felt it too. Then his lips press into mine again and talking becomes irrelevant.

“Taylor!” My best friend, Natalie, groans at me. I give her a confused look, stepping out of the memory of us. “Are you even here?” 

“No.” I answer honestly, stirring my Paloma. The taste of tequila reminds me of him. I shouldn’t have ordered this. I shove the glass away and push out a heavy sigh. My eyes meet Natalie’s and a wave of sympathy passes over her.

“I can tell the bartender to turn it off?” She motions to the game. I shake my head. He could turn off every TV in this bar but it wouldn’t stop my mind from being on Timo.

My eyes go back to the game. The Sharks are playing the Kings and Timo is currently on the ice. The last minute in the first period is winding down. Timo gets the puck at the bottom of the right circle. He shoots, but the goalies saves it. He crashes the net hard, going to the back door just in time to get an easy tap in goal. I jump in excitement on my stool, clapping my hands for him instinctively. I watch hungrily as the camera pans to him, drinking up the sight of his handsome face. His teammates are engulfing him and this seems like a bigger celebration than warranted considering the Sharks are already up by 3-0 in the first. The sound is off on the TV, so I can’t gather much information.

After the hugs of celebration, the camera pans out. I watch as hats litter the ice. Holy shit. Did he just get a first period, hat trick? My mouth drops slightly open and I watch in awe as the camera finds him at the end of the bench after the hand shake line. His excitement is palpable through the screen. Despite my sadness, a smile pulls across my lips. He deserves this. I hope the fans are cheering loudly for him.

The next period starts after a twenty minute break and a switch from Lizzo to Lady Gaga in the bar speakers. The Sharks are on an immediate power play and Timo skates out for the face off. I watch as they set up around the perimeter. The defensemen looks across ice, seeing Timo wide open on the opposite circle. His pass is right on. Timo skates further in, then buries the puck in the top right corner, just beyond the goalie’s glove. Again, my mouth drops open in shock. Four goals in just under 22 minutes. This is unreal! 

The rest of the period plays out, but it’s clear the Kings just don’t have any momentum tonight. Timo has it all. He’s still skating fast, forechecking hard, and crunching bodies into the boards each moment he can. He’s mesmerizing and I’ve forgotten that I’m supposed to be here with my group of friends. I glance at them immersed in their own conversations without me. It seems they have forgotten about me too. In their defense, I’ve disappeared since Timo and I ended. 

The 2nd period is just wrapping up. Timo charges down the sideboards, rushing into the King’s zone for one last attempt to score. Drew Doughty dives, thinking his stick can knock the puck from Timo. But Timo’s destiny was already decided. Timo toe drags around him and launches the puck into the net for his 5th goal in 2 periods.

“Ah!!!” I scream and jump to my feet, clapping enthusiastically. No one else in the bar is watching this game. My group of friends looks at me questioningly. “Timo just scored his 5th goal of the night.”

“Holy shit!” Natalie yells, looking at the TV and clapping. “Wait, should we be clapping?” She asks me quickly.

“Yes! This is incredible.” I clasp my hands together and settle them against my lips as I watch his celebration on the bench.

Have a night, Timo. Have a damn night.

Like a shadow, the sadness begins to seep back into me. It penetrates my skin and hurries rapidly through my veins until my chest aches again. This is the kind of ache that will stay with me tonight then into my dreams. I purse my lips, watching him on the bench. His smile slowly fades away and his blue eyes become fierce again as he looks out at the next face off. His only focus is on winning this game. From the outside world, you can’t even tell that he lost something. How could that be? I’ll readily admit that leaving each other was a mutual decision, but from where I’m sitting, he looks fine. Unflappable, detached even, while I’m trying to drown myself in the tequila he introduced me to. Maybe to him, it wasn’t a loss after all.

Good for you, T. I think to myself, then look down and wipe my thumb at the condensation on my glass. The cool liquid transports me again unwillingly.

“Cold!” I scream as Timo rushes us into the water. “Oh my god!!!” I shriek louder, gasping as the cool waves of the Pacific Ocean lap at my calves. 

“This isn’t cold!” He insists back to me, laughing. “You Californians are so soft.” He scoffs at me. A teasing glint taints his blue orbs. “What if I dropped you?” My eyes widen with legitimate fear, but then his gaze soften and he secures me tighter to him. “I’ll never let go.” He assures me. “Titanic, ya?” He grins.

“That’s less comforting considering Jack froze to death in the ocean.” I throw my right hand out to the side, gesturing to the body of water we are in.

“I love you too much to let anything happen to you.” The words roll off his tongue so easily, like this isn’t the first time he’s said or thought of them. Except he’s never said them to me. His smile quickly fades to be replaced by an expression of panic. My green eyes turn serious while my lips form the words I’ve thought for weeks.

“I love you too.” I murmur to him, watching his blue eyes sparkle back at me. An obvious sigh of relief drops his shoulders. He tilts his chin up, begging for my lips. I bring them close but pause before placing them on his. “How long have you been wanting to say that?”

“Since day one.” He beams at me. I tilt my head back and laugh. 

“Got you right where I want you.”

“Me too.” He murmurs, tightening his arms on my legs.

My voice sounds foreign. Like it’s going through a wind tunnel or a warp in time that makes it sound not like me. 

“What?” Natalie asks me. I guess it sounds weird to her too.

“I gotta go.” I repeat, or at least I think that’s what I said before.

“Do you need a ride home? Claire hasn’t been drinking because she’s on Paleo.”

“No.” I immediately shake my head. Claire is great, but I can call a Lyft. I’ve ruined enough of the night without pulling someone away.

I pull up the Lyft app on my phone and order one. Cindy will be here in two minutes. I say my rushed goodbyes, pretending I’m just tired, trying to act like I’m not running out of the bar over my ex-boyfriend. I know none of them buy it because their pity drowns me in every tight squeeze. When the outside air hits my skin, I have to hold back tears. I want to break down. Crawl into a hole. Never resurface into the world. Trying to get over Timo feels like a deep, unrelenting agony. Each wave laps at my battered skin then pulls me under until I’m drowning in his memory. I’ve done everything I was supposed to do. I followed the textbook plan that had assurances this would get easier one day. I sent back his stuff, unfollowed him on social media, got drunk at ladies’s night. Yet, the pain is the same aching, agony as it was the night we lost each other.

“Fuck, Taylor!” Timo snaps at me, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I can’t do anything right for you!” He tosses his phone on the counter and it skids another foot, dangerously close to the edge.

“I asked you to delete snapchat and it’s still on your phone.”

“If you’re going to dig through my personal shit, don’t get mad about what you find.” He’s not wrong, but he also made a promise to me that he didn’t keep.

“Why is it still on your phone?”

“Because it is! I have friends from home on there and that’s how we communicate.”

“So you’re not getting boob pictures sent to you by fans anymore?” I narrow my eyes accusingly at him. 

The fan Snaps are why I asked him to take it off his phone. The easy access to him by numerous girls wanting to be with him made me insecure. Plus, Snapchat was how he used to hook up with various girls before me. He admitted to that. So, it felt contradictory that he could be in love with me and still give those girls permission to connect with him.

“Oh my god.” He mutters, shaking his head and walking out of the kitchen.

“So you are!” I shout at him in frustration, hands pushing the falling pieces of hair from my pony tail away from my face. I feel just as out of control as my hair.

“I don’t open them.” He insists, waving me away as he drops onto the couch in a hump of irritation.

“Maybe you keep Snapchat because you’re trying to keep your options open.” The words blurt from my mouth before I can stop them. His blue eyes slide to mine with a narrow fierceness. He doesn’t respond but an ashamed truth begins to darken his features. My heart sinks in my chest until it’s being eaten away by the acid churning in my stomach. “Oh.” The word falls from my lips so simply, like it didn’t take everything we built with it to the ground.

“I love you.” He says to me. “But things have been hard lately…”

His words end as if he isn’t quite sure what to say next. Or maybe he knows and he can’t say it. At this point, I’ve left my body and I’m watching us like a movie. I slowly sit on the arm of the chair beside the couch. He won’t look at me. I think about what he is saying even as the realization bursts my heart into a million, jagged pieces. 

“Maybe it’s not supposed to be this hard.” I finish for him. He doesn’t react at all. The silence wraps around us like a vice. I know exactly how this night is ending. “Is there someone else?” I ask him, terrified but needing to know.

“No.” He answers immediately.

I nod slowly, watching without being able to do anything about us falling apart in his living room. I think about the last few months and know he is right. It’s been hard. The honeymoon stage is over. The reality of his world has sunk in and it’s been a tough adjustment. I don’t feel like me some days. The jealously and insecurity have made my love for him feel like a burden. I’m not sure if this will work forever like I had hoped. These thoughts don’t make it any easier to speak this into existence.

“Maybe we should take some time.” I say the words, but he shakes his head in agreement. Our eyes connect. I take one more minute of looking at him before everything changes. Before our year plus relationship ends in smoldering embers of what was. Then, I rise to grab my things, turning my back to him as the tears begin to dash down my cheeks. My entire world has shifted and I know instantly that my heart will never be the same. There will only be before this and after this.

Minutes later, when his door closes behind me, after I’ve grabbed everything I can fit in my arms, I lean back against the door to gather the pieces of me together. The sound of a despairing “fuck” meets my ears from the other side of the door. 

The memory of his voice that night will haunt me forever.

7 weeks have passed and I still hear the despair in his voice every night. He hasn’t called. Neither have I. “Needing time” is slowly pushing towards finding closure. It’s better this way. That’s what we both probably say to ourselves. Pretending that we can keep living without each other because it’s easier than sewing us back together. Every night, the loneliness has me questioning, yearning for him in the darkness of my cold bed. Meanwhile, his career has exploded. He’s thriving, working for his dreams and having them come true without me. And I get to be stuck here, reliving us every night like a horror movie I can’t escape.

I slide into my bed after walking into my empty house. I shut the lamp off next to my bedside table. I have my phone secured in my hands. He probably doesn’t want to hear from me. If he did, why hasn’t he reached out? Yet it feels wrong to not acknowledge the historic night he had. I pull in a breath, trying to decide what to do. I go into the Photos app on my phone, clicking through the album of our pictures. I moved them from my camera roll to a separate album. I couldn’t delete them. Even if I did, they wouldn’t be gone. They’re part of me. But my heart couldn’t take seeing them every day either.

A small smile tugs my lips up at the picture of us at the beach, moments after he told me he loved me. Then, there is the picture from Tomas Hertl’s wedding last off season. Our cheeks are pressed together; our buzz obvious in the frame. I flip to the next one. Now, his lips are on my cheek while my eyes squint in delightful laughter. That was such a good night; it hurts to look at now that we aren’t us. I chomp on my lip, moving to Messages, pulling up a new one with his number. My fingers type out the text to him and press send before I can change my mind.

I’m so proud of you, T. I hope you’re doing okay.

I keep the message open, hopeful that I’ll see the bubble. It pops up quickly, then disappears. This happens a few more times. Ten minutes pass, then twenty, then thirty. The bubble does not appear again. I blink back the familiar stinging of tears and lock my phone. I set it on my nightstand. Nope, that’s not going to work. I pick it up again, flicking up the menu and setting it on Do Not Disturb. If I don’t, I’ll spend all night listening for the buzz-buzz I’m desperately hoping for. I’m not wasting another night of sleep over someone who couldn’t care less.

I should know better by now that I can’t escape Timo’s memory in my dreams either.

It’s been an impossibly long road trip. 14 days is way too damn long for him to be gone. My chest aches for him as I turn over to will sleep to come to me. It’s difficult knowing Timo will be landing soon. Except we already talked and he’s going to his place, not coming here. I’ll see him tomorrow morning. The bright light of the sunrise can’t come soon enough.

But it’s still dark out when I feel his hands on me later. I sigh and lean into him as he spoons me. I can feel how hard he is against my butt. He wiggles his hips into me, willing me to awaken fully so he can touch me the way he wants.

“It’s not morning.” I mumble to him, turning in his arms so we are facing one another. His chest is bare. His lips immediately attach to me. I wrap my arms lazily around his neck. His hands move up my sides, bringing my t-shirt with them to expose my bare skin.

“Had to have you tonight.” He confesses to me between kisses. “Had to touch you here.” His fingers push into the waistband of my pants and slide against my slick flesh. “The whole flight home, all I could think about was burying my dick deep, right here, until you’re speechless.” 

“Please.” I command him, hand snaking down between us to stroke his erection. The tempo of his fingers on my clit increases. It doesn’t take long until I’m arching my back for more. This is what he wanted. He moves me to my back and tugs my pants down my legs. I spread my knees for him and he settles between them. His muscular body is on full display for me. My heartbeat quickens as his thumbs reach out, brushing my nipples before he plunges deep into me.

Timo’s head tilts back in pure ecstasy at the feeling of my wetness. He stays like that for one, two, three more seconds as I adjust then he pulls out to slam right back in.

“Mmm… Not going to last long, baby.” He tells me as he begins to move. “You feel too damn good.” He groans the words out to me. I would respond to him except I’m already speechless. My deprived muscles pulse around him, tightening and willing him to bring me to the place I’ve been needing to be since the last time I had him.

His eyes find mine in the dim moonlight streaming into the bedroom. He can see the desire in them and hear it in my voice as I encourage him to give me more. My hands go to my breasts and I tug my nipples into tight buds. My knees spread wider so I can rock my hips hard into his thrusts.

“Fuck, baby, keep touching yourself like that.” He growls at me. His pumps increase as he watches my show. He bites down on his bottom lip in concentration, blue eyes a raging storm of desire. His panting begin to increase with mine. He pulls my right hand off my breast, moving it down to touch my clit. I rub tight, fast circles as his thrusts get deeper and more explosive.

“Babe.” I moan out to him.

“Come, baby. Come all over me.”

His words are the shove. I come flying over the cliff. Pure, primal noises drip from my mouth as he fucks me through it. Then, his lips are on mine and he’s moaning into my mouth. The kiss is all teeth and tongue while his white hot orgasm fills me. His chest rises and falls rapidly as I wrap my hand around the back to his neck, holding his forehead to my collar bone. 

“That was better than I even imagined it.” 

“Yeah? Did you stroke a few out while you were gone.” I tease him, loving the idea.

“Ah.. a few doesn’t even begin to cover the number.”

“Timo, you’re obsessed with me.”

“This part of you for sure.” He jokes as he slowly pulls out of me. He looks down at his dick and wiggles his eyebrows at me. He’s coated in thick, white cum. “This isn’t all me.”

“I missed you too.” I shrug, a smug grin tilting my lips. He tilts his head back to laugh, a sexy grin staying on his lips.

“I could do this forever, you know.” He murmurs, fingers gripping my calf. His eyes don’t look at me, but I know what I say next matters to him.

“Me too. Where do I sign up?” His dazzling, white teeth sparkle while I let myself imagine what that would look like. A wedding, summers in Switzerland, forever homes, perfect Swiss- American babies. The images followed me into my dreams that night, but that’s where they would stay.

Two months later, forever was off the table.

 _ _ _ 

I’m speechless the next morning when I see his response.

I’m not okay without you.

It came in after 2:00am and I wonder if he had been drunk when he sent it. I try to think of what I could possibly say to that. Fear and self-preservation prevail, so I say nothing. I try to forget it and go about my day. I take a shower, brush my teeth, do the dishes, and make a list of groceries I need for the week. 

I’m not okay without you.

The words echo again as I’m grabbing my keys to head to Whole Foods. A knock at my door stops my progress to the garage. Could it be? Cautiously, I turn and head across the house to the front door.

My entire body stills instantly when I see him outside the door. My hands shake as I reach for the door knob. I open the door slowly. He pulls off his mirrored aviators off so I can see his striking, blue eyes. I know he can see the tears in mine, but I can’t stop them from existing. Not now, in this pivotal moment, where he’s back in front of me. Not after his confession last night.

“We made a mistake.” The words drop from his lips as his eyebrows pull together in anguish. “A huge fucking mistake.” He finishes with a whisper. I swallow and nod my head in earnest agreement.

“We can fix it.” I cry to him, reaching my arms for him. His body engulfs mine and his strength keeps us from crumbling together to the porch.

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Me too.” I sob to him, digging my fingers into his muscular shoulders. 

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” I insist, pulling away and locking our lips together.

His lips move hungrily over mine and he begins to walk me backwards. Except, I’m not going fast enough for him, so his large hands pull me into his arms. I wrap my legs around him tightly as he walks us further into the house. He slams the door behind us and brings me to the couch, gently laying me down. He pulls his face from mine and buries it into my neck. I can feel him inhale deeply. My hand comes to the back of his head to hold him there.

“I tried to get over you. It didn’t work.” I confess to him.

“Good.” He mumbles to me. “The second you left, I knew it was wrong. It’s not supposed to feel this shitty to live without someone.”

“It does when you have something this good.” I whisper to him, fingers scratching gently at his scalp. “You were incredible last night.” He shakes his head and pulls away to look at me. 

“In the moment, I was so happy. When I was driving home last night, to my empty place, knowing you wouldn’t be there… I didn’t care anymore. About any of it- the win, the goals, the history. It meant nothing to me without having you to share it with. I don’t want this for the rest of my life. I want forever with you like we planned. I hope you still want this too.” He fingers lace with mine and I nod my head at him. His lips press against mine in a sweet, steady kiss. “Good. Cause I’m still planning on a white picket fence that keeps our babies and dogs in the yard.”

“It’s a little unbelievable that Mr. Thot Boy wants a white picket fence for his babies.” I tease him, bringing up the nickname he earned before me for being so thirsty.

“Never wanted it until now.” He murmurs to me. “Thot boy fell in love. The forever kind. Tell your friends.”

“How about we go fuck and you can show me instead?” I whisper to him, wrapping myself around his body. He stands with me in his arms and walks us back to my bedroom.

When we are naked and he’s about to connect us together, I stop him.

“If there was someone else, you need to wrap that up.” I say to him. I know it might kill the mood, but I’m not willing to risk it just because I’m high on love and lust right now.

“There was no one else.” He whispers against my lips. “Just you running through my mind.”

“Same.” I breathe out to him. 

“It’s going to be this way forever.” He insists.

The look in his eyes is another memory I’ll never forget.

#timo meier #timo Meier fan fiction #hockey fan fiction #nhl fan fiction #hockey writing #nhl writing #San Jose sharks #fan fiction #my writing

[faith--in-the-future]

louie wrapped !

favorite song on walls: I think it's still walls

favorite fitf song: oof still so difficult but sound wise ooms and lyrics I think lucky again, all this time, holding onto heartache (I'm sorry rip I can't Choose!!)

favorite fitf single: ooms (for lt3 I want him to go even harder on this sound!!)

favorite mv: silver tongues! although I think the walls era was superior in terms of music videos sorry !!!

Most played song on Spotify by Louis: either btm or defenseless bc of the streaming parties shsh

louis life lesson: SO MANY ! he genuinely thought me so much, probably some of my favorite are:

-that flawed reality is better any perfect illusion

-kindness, integrity, authenticity, optimism are not badges we can just put on one day and be done with, they're constant choices we have to make every day and they rarely come without fighting

-at the end of the day the only things that really matter are love and community, we're nothing on our own

- music is a shared experience (a "collective")

favorite louis lyrics: again, REALLY difficult but these are my favorites from fitf

I made my way back to a life I would choose

time can always heal you if you let it make its way into your bones

the friends we make, the love it takes, it's worth, it's worth, it's worth the pain

can we please get back to loving?

how do you sleep at night when you're just like me?

I can still hear your silence

+ bonus song:

so let this be your comfort, you're not the only one

favorite louis outfit: blue jeans will always be my weakness (also loved the teddy jacket !!)

favorite live performance: ever?? I've got no idea ahsh fearless live at any ltwt show, also always you from the livestream with those note changes! also the first time he covered night changes bc it was really funny, oh also the fitf shows of course !! especially waoyf live !

favorite tour show: milan in September bc I was there and bc he got so emotional on stage 🥺 he was so happy and proud 🤧

thank u @throughmycigarette for tagging me, this was fun ! and @goodmorningtoyouuniverse for creating this!

I tag @faithinthefuture2022 @tanktop-lou @riverswater @elceeu2morrow @silverfoxlou @weareonejazzhand @dahliaaz @sheisbeautyweareworldass @fruitylouis @slvertongues @silvertngs @silouvertongues (wow the amount or silver tongues urls ajgkj)

#i am the worsttt at these things lol #tag things

[lowkeyryding]

If you could paint me a picture of your happy place, what would it look like?

A chill evening with my friends and family. Sounds super cringe, but it’s true. Just chill, just hanging out. I'm super simple and super lazy as well. These days, I don't do a lot of stuff because of my schedule, so when I have free time, I'm just at home on my sofa, chilling.

We’re collaborating with Zadig & Voltaire to celebrate their Pride collection. What does pride mean to you?

Pride for me is feeling that you don't have to hide or lie about who you are. It’s being completely comfortable living as your true, authentic self and not being scared of doing things because of society. I think that it’s really important, and it’s something that I struggle with at times, just being yourself and doing whatever you like; it never harms people to be yourself. Pride is not having to overthink stuff, it’s doing whatever you feel like doing and whatever makes you feel happy. That's what you got to do. That's pride.

Let's fast forward 10 years to 2032, where do you hope to be?

Wow, that's really hard. I hope I have a nice place to live, and that I can get my mum a really nice place to live, where she’s happy to spend her days. I hope that she doesn't have to work because I'm going to give her money so she can do whatever she wants. Even then, she'll actually keep on working. My mum has so much energy, so she's not going to stop. But, I also hope that my family from Venezuela can be together in the future and spend Christmas and New Year's Eve together. Because of what’s happening in my home country, a lot of my family have had to move away. I have a few family members in Argentina, a few in the Dominican Republic, Spain and the US. I would love us to all be together again, feeling the family vibe and love. I also really hope my songs get hundreds of millions of streams on Spotify and that I keep on doing what I love, projects, movies hopefully in Spanish in English, and music. Hopefully, I'll have my first world tour as well, even if it's small, I still want to have one. I’ll make it happen.

We are close, but not close enough. A stone’s throw away perhaps, but our pebbles still skim silently into the shallows of deafened ears and closed minds. The skies are glowing with the flames of hope, but our fires must keep burning until the hearts of every soul on this earth are warm with love and equality in everlasting abundance. Until the day arrives when the shaming of lovers is cast aside, when you can live freely as who you are inside, we will continue to march, allied in Pride.

Photography EMILIA STAUGAARD at FERN / Fashion NATHAN HENRY / Interview DAVID GILLESPIE / Grooming ELVIRA BRANDT / Photography Assistant SANNA HOLM

Omar Rudberg for Boys by Girls

#reading crying on the bus going home #this is so so wholesome #i'm losing my mind over the photos!! #omar rudberg #mag:omar #young royals #OMR

[zeeph-containment-zone]

I could go on FOR HOURS about all of the things I love dearly about the SMRPG remake but I'm gonna be different,,, I'm gonna talk about the things that I didn't like/were weird to me instead >:) (even then they aren't even really game changing things they're just me being nitpicky lol, none of these change my judgement on the remake being absolutely wonderful either!!!) There'll be spoilers under the break so tread with caution if you haven't beaten the main storyline yet!!!

Difficulty:

or rather, lack thereof. I know the game isn't too hard to begin with, but I did feel like it was a little too easy on the normal mode. I think inclusion of the breezy mode was fine because people who want to play on it can play on it and I don't have to, but I do think the main difficulty should have been a bit less forgiving with the timed hit windows and the gauge boosts. The limit breaks didn't bother me all that much, simply because I never used them and was never forced to except for when the mechanic was introduced. In fact, I'm gonna be totally honest, I've never even SEEN the other limit breaks/triple moves aside from the Mario/Mallow/Geno one because I didn't really want to use them and didn't ever really feel like I had to. I think it's fine that they're there and it was a really really neat inclusion, but I also like how you aren't roped into using them and have the option to just, not. However, something you don't have the option to not use is the splash damage and gauge boosts. I found I hit the 10 combo mark pretty quickly pretty often and the stat buff was nice but it did make the game a little too steamrolly at times. The splash damage from perfect timed hits was also kind of annoying and steamrolly, especially when trying to collect Thought Peaks. (I DO really like the perfect block timed hit mechanic though!!!!!) I know the postgame boss rematches are harder and gimmicky and I'm very excited to play those when I have the chance to like, sit down and play vidya games again (ESPECIALLY CULEX'S)! But I do wish they had opted for a hard mode that got rid of the splash damage and either removed/lessened the gauge stat buffs. And also dare I say, make the timed hit window smaller and get rid of the party swapping mechanic for it as well. I did really like the mid-battle party swap because I got to utilize characters I never really got to in the SNES version (namely Peach and Mallow, I'd always run Mario/Geno/Bowser. But then again playing Mallow as someone who knows how to correctly use a mage now was much easier than back when this was the only jrpg I'd ever played.) But I think It'd make for a more challenging and authentic-to-original experience.

Not being able to swap out Mario:

See, I understand why this is in there. Because he is The Guy™ and also so you don't get locked in battles where you have to jump on an enemy to win, like the dry bones. But I think it would have been a really nice QOL change to let you switch mario out for someone else, at least once you hit the postgame. I'd really like to experiment with different team comps that don't have mario in them, my preferred team I'd like to try being Mallow/Geno/Bowser.

The Cutscene Font:

idk it just really clashed with what was going on behind it. I can't pinpoint what it was exactly that was bothering me about it, it just kinda felt awkward

Localization Changes:

I'm going to start this by saying I'm actually VERY happy with the direction they took, by making appropriate changes but keeping the Woolsey translations that made the game as charming as it was. I was so happy to see Culex's goofy antimatter speech before his fight that made me so so happy!!!!

There were some things that got removed that were a little weird to me though:

☆ The toad in the Mushroom Kingdom that asks Mario to "Get Hitched in a few years"

I can see why this was changed, but I always read it as a "celebrity crush" type thing. We all had them, it's a pretty normal thing. I'm just happy I could still stand on top of him and make Mario dizzy

☆Gambling removed from Grate Guy's Casino

It's weird because they kept Casino in the name, but removed the actual gambling. Blackjack has been completely removed and the slots are still there, just named something different and you don't have to spend coins to play anymore. Blackjack did get replaced with a cute memory match minigame though! Gambling has been getting phased out of games for a while now and it's just one of those "huh, that's weird" things to me.

☆Peace Signs removed

Don't get me wrong, I like the new victory animations a whole lot! But I do think it was a strange choice to phase out the peace signs from Mario's, Mallow's, and Peach's victory pose. Was there a reason for it?

☆Card Symbols removed

Not sure why these were taken out either, I always thought it was a really cool detail how each character had their own playing card symbol and color attached to them when they used a magic attack. Maybe they did away with it because of the gambling association?

☆Heavy Troopa, Big Bertha, Speardovich, and Claymorton

I kind of get why Heavy Troopa and Big Bertha (one of the bullet bill cannon enemy's) names got changed because of the connotations, but the original names are pretty harmless given the fact, specifically in the case of Heavy Troopa, there's still dialogue that references his size. Speardovich, iirc, was a localization change but Yaridovich just rolls off the tongue so much nicer and I feel like even with the name change people are just gonna call him Yari anyway. Mack's name being changed to Claymorton is probably the one that makes the least amount of sense to me, but it could be because a lot of the pop culture references were phased out (like the Bruce Lee line and Punchinello's James Bond introduction.) Mack's name was probably a reference to Bobby Darin's "Mack the Knife." That or it had something to do with an SNES character limit.

The other name changes didn't really bother me that much and I feel like they fit pretty well (except for Neosquid because of the haha funny it really doesn't bother me at all shhhhhhh)

☆The Royal Bus Logo

The ONLY reason I'm listing this on here is because despite having been removed from the 3D model, it's still present in the Credits sequence. Was probably an oversight, but I thought it was funny. It was probably removed since players outside of Japan wouldn't get what it was referencing (which is quite literally Jugemu Basu, which translates to 'Lakitu Bus' as it was referred to that in the JP version of the game.)

☆Geno's curls are part of his hat

Okay this isn't an actual issue I had with the game I just always drew him with ribbons for hair. I'm probably still drawing him with ribbons for hair lmao

☆Grate Guy Reward RNG

This also isn't an issue I had with the game but it is just me bitching how I didn't get a single red essence from Grate Guy while getting the star egg. I'm just super unlucky I think, can't find anything about his item pool being changed.

Framerate Issues:

So this is actually INCREDIBLY minor. I noticed the game chugs a little bit when you're in the water/by the water. Not sure why that is exactly but there's certainly a bit of a slowdown. Not a super duper obvious game breaking one, but subtle enough to be noticed.

And that's really all I got. Again reiterating before someone grabs their pitchfork and tries to skewer me that this doesn't change my judgement on the game at all and I still truly believe this is a near 10/10 remake that did an incredible job respecting it's source material while also adding fresh new content and QOL changes. I have a HUGE list of positive things to say about the game that heavily outweigh the nitpicks!!!!! Looking forward to running around in the post game, ESPECIALLY the final Culex fight!

#super mario rpg #mario rpg #critique #nintendo #no really i say these things but the game is still unnironically super good #please don't take this as me saying the game is bad pls pls pls

[lyndslovin]

oop it’s me again

just another post about my life that no one will read, but that’s okay.

Seven months have honestly flew by, months that at first I wasn’t sure how I’d get through them... let alone be happy 

However, these last seven months I have gained so much

I took a little time to collect myself, this was hard. To cry myself to sleep, to feel physically sick, to hate myself, but most importantly to love myself. Things that I once thought weren’t possible for me, someone who hates being alone, to do alone. I can sleep well alone, I can go to the movies or sit at a coffee shop and read, I got my own car, I’m putting myself through school and crushing it, I have a roof over my head and a job I love. 

I started dating again, which made me so nervous... was it too soon? Is this a healthy way to cope? Am I even ready? What came from that was pure bliss- Robert. 

He is ridiculously handsome, genuine, supportive, communicates, and has my best interest in mind. He’s a breath of fresh air, I don’t have to walk on eggshells around him, I can be my authentic self. He tells me that I’m beautiful even when I haven’t washed my hair in three days and getting the much dreaded PMS breakout. He listens, he gives advice, he makes me feel wanted. 

Just a friendly reminder to you, if you’re still reading, that it gets better. Some days are dark and long, but the sun will come back out, she always does.  Lean on those who love you, let them hold you up when you feel like you can’t stand on your own. Fall in love with yourself, which I know is a lot easier said than done- but watch a sad movie to cry it out, take yourself to see that movie you’ve been dying to see, buy the shoes you’ve been eyeing for that serotonin boost, go for a walk, take a dip in the ocean, take chances, make mistakes, and just be you. 

#personal #life update

[makingspiritualityreal]

Things that Make me Happy and Comfortable

I am compiling a list of cute elements of my room, as a gratitude journey for the little things that make me feel safe, the things I love in my space that come from a place of emotional authenticity.

I can't believe how much work and effort I had to put into being happy with small details like that. It may look simple on the outside, but for me creating this energy through recognising and expression my sensitivity and the needs of my inner child cost me a lot of character growth. 4th house Saturn therapy all the way.

Even such a simple thing made me realise yet again, how important it is in life to work through your distortions. At the end of the day, it will matter less how gifted you are and how much potential you may have originally. What will matter is what you do with this potential and the effort you put into honesty, healing and creating your life success in alignment with authenticity. Success doesn't have to mean being a CEO of a company. To me decorating my bedroom over such a long period of time was a success because it required me to get over myself and be present with my emotions and trauma. I believe in finding meaning in the things you own and putting love into them, as they will respond in turn. Being aware of the life force of the objects you surround yourself with is a form of spiritual practice.

Soooo here we go ✨

My wardrobe (or more like the default Ikea hanger lol). I don't have much, I only have what you can see on the photo and very few items packed away strictly for winter, and I would definitely love to get more, because I still lack basics, but this is the first time in my life when I put such a concentrated, loving effort to make myself comfortable in my skin in tune with my individuality. I studied my colour palette, combined it with the colors that speak to my heart (which involved a lot of pink because somewhere inside me lives a 5 year old fairy princess). That was a big leap for me, after a lifetime of wearing mostly black…which I still have a weakness for, but is not even a good colour as a wardrobe basic for my hair and skin tone so I'm trying to minimise it. I'm very picky, so I am very conscious of every item I add to my inventory, to make sure I'm being authentic to what's good for me at all times. I'm also picky with quality, which explains the small amount of clothes. I don't buy from fast fashion brands unless I absolutely have to. I support independent craftmakers, some on Etsy, some at local indie seller events in my town. It took practice, limiting myself to conscious choices to feel good about everything I own, but I am so proud of that journey, even if it meant I had to let go of a lot of things. My preference for everyday fabrics is flax/linen with an extra touch of wool if it's cold, and silk for special occasions.

My bed, the love of my life lol. I have not met a 12th house person yet who wouldn't love their bed. What I'm really proud of is that I furnished it with really good quality stuff, mostly thrifted. I splurged on organic bed linen and an Ikea pillow + cover combo with an organic filling, so that I don't sleep on plastic. I managed to find a real wool + mohair blanket for 10$, perfect condition, and I use it to get cosy during the day. I also found an absolute gem, a custom made, hand-knitted gigantic bed cover, that can fit even a king size bed (if I ever get one and have someone to sleep with…), someone sold it for 30$ because they got bored with it and didn't feel like properly maintaining the fabric. It took me ages to find the right items and then the budget for them, but I'm very happy with the result. It's amazing what you can get for a lower price simply because someone didn't feel like putting effort into basic cleaning.

My crystal collection + my dream catcher. My favourite crystals are the Amethyst comb, the Selenite moon orb and the black tourmaline, because they are the biggest, most fancy looking ones. Crystals are so alive! You can almost hear them speaking to you. I also have a few crystal necklaces and a collection of small crystals to hold during meditation. Recently, a friend made a new rose quartz necklace for me and I love it so much <3. I got the dream catcher on a holiday in Greece and it carries very positive memories of the beautiful location. This corner of the room also has a vintage-styled clock that my friends gave me for my birthday. I love it because the ticking in an empty room relaxes me and helps me sleep, and I love the mint green colour. It goes with a ceramic plate I use for ritual burning.

The flowers I picked to enjoy the spring vibes. I love flowers in the room, they change the energy wonderfully, and they help you appreciate the harmony of the season. Right now I have a small collection of plants associated with new beginnings due to arrival of springtime.

My desk corner. I have a Buddha statuette/candle holder, where I sometimes give offerings to burn off stale energy. I have an organic Amber Orgonite, a rune collection plus my card decks, all of which I use for my readings. And a mainstream, but super cute kitty lamp.

My tea set. I'm a tea addict, and my cute teacup and cute coasters give me life every day. I found them by accident, without even looking, and we fell in love.

I hope my list inspires you to look at what you own in a different light. Possibly declutter, clean your space, ask yourself about the true value of the things you own and your connection to them. If you don't feel connected to what you have and use, what is the purpose of having the excess of it flooding your life?

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