#i don't have a source for this but dang i wish i did

[i-am-a-stupid-robot]

#i don't have a source for this but dang i wish i did #tenkgiven #memes #i laughed #puns

[meanbossart]

Oh boy, VaM is kind of a trial and error experience LOL I couldn't really show you how to use the interface and stuff without a whole video or something, but it's not THAT difficult to get a hang of if you just give yourself a day or two to play around, not to mention the number of tutorials you find out there. Luckily, if you only want to use it as a reference software that makes the process far easier (to this day I have no idea how to animate on that thing, since that's not what I use it for)

As for how I use it, it's pretty self explanatory - if there's a complicated pose I want to draw but I'm either having trouble with it, or just want to double-check angles/anatomy, I will use it as a resource! I use for most of my "proper" pieces (y'know, the nicer looking ones) and every once in a while for my silly comics if I'm having trouble with a pose.

Lets use this drawing for example (the character on top of DU drow belongs to @namespara )

I don't draw a lot of mud-wrestling (shocking, I know) but I had an idea of the kind of pose I wanted them to be in. So the very first thing I did was make a rough sketch of what I was envisioning:

I often do a rough sketch first, even If I know I'm going to be pulling the program up because A) It's less tedious than adjusting the models over and over again until I pick a pose and B) because sometimes I'll decide I don't need the reference, after all, and so that's 30 minutes I'll have spared myself of playing around on the software.

Now, this is a pretty complicated pose! It's in a weird angle and the bodies are making contact in ways I'm not used to depicting, so I did choose to whip out VaM for this one. I went into the program and after some messing around, I flopped my little dolls together like this:

Now something really cool about VaM is that you can completely customize your models, and if you have the patience, I would definitely encourage you to do so! Obviously, you don't have to make picture perfect replicas of every single character you have, but as you can see here I have made a DU drow "decoy" to help me better understand some of his features when I draw him: he has a strong brow, a short nose, a square jawline - these are all going to look a very specific way from certain angles, and I might not always be sure of how to draw it right! So it's useful to have models that bear SOME semblance to the character so you can better understand how different viewpoints will affect their bone structure and mass.

Also thank fucking god for the elf-ear slider. Figuring out how to draw those shits from certain angles was a huge pain in the ass when I started drawing DnD races.

So, with the reference in hand, I go over the sketch again:

Now you may notice that I don't stick to the reference 100%. There's three reasons for this:

posing on VaM is tedious as hell. You can get something incredibly natural looking and picture-perfect to reference from if you wish, but it's going to take you hours to do. So, for the most part I just slap guys together until the results are "close enough" and use that.

In my opinion, you should always aim to ENHANCE your reference material, not replicate it exactly!

While VaM is a PRETTY DANG GOOD source of anatomical reference, it isn't perfect, I often supplement it with further reference from real life resources or make tweaks based on my own knowledge where I catch it falling short (and, antithetical to what I just said, I sometimes fuck the anatomy up further on purpose if I think it looks better that way LOL it's all jazz baby).

Then lines, color, yada yada. I don't have a tutorial on that and I don't think I could make one, because my process is chaotic as hell, but I do at times use Virt-a-mate as loose reference for lighting too when coloring - waaaaayyyy less so however, because that process is even more tedious and I feel like I often get better results by just winging it. It is a feature of the program though, and I'm sure it would be helpful for someone who has a difficult time visualizing lights and shadows. I only started using this program a few months ago, so I happened to already have a pretty good understanding of that kind of thing and just don't personally feel like I get much out of that particular mechanic.

Here's a few other examples of pieces that I made reference for (WARNING: Suggestive)

Now, for the question many of you may want to ask:

"Can I trace this junk?"

And to that, I say: Buddy, you can do whatever the hell you want with the reference material you created.

However,

If your goal is to learn and improve your art, and to recreate realistic proportions and anatomy from memory, tracing won't help you.

Developing your own style, your muscle memory, and personal technique will all be hindered by choosing to trace instead of drawing from observation, so I would encourage against it. Hell - even when tracing is employed as a technique, it's usually by high-skill realism & concept artists who are looking to either cut some corners, save time, or just double-check their own proportions in order to improve further - if you try tracing as a beginner, you will most definitely find the result to still look stiff and "off".

So trust me, there is so much more to be gained from drawing from observation. Make note of tangents, compare proportions, use all the elements of the picture to dictate where and how things should go - it will be a far more rewarding experience.

Hopefully this has been helpful! VaM is a really cheap program (you get it on the guys' patreon for I think 8 dollars, just google it!) and it's definitely been worth my money as an artist since I found it. Learning to use it can be a little intimidating at first glance, but as I said above you only really need a day plus one or two tutorials to get a hang of the interface.

A fair warning though, IT IS A SOFTWARE MADE FOR VIRTUAL SEX/ADULT ANIMATION So when looking it up expect to see a some spicy content.

#Funfact THIS is the post that got me flagged last time so i'm really tempting fate right now LOL #ask #art #tutorial #resource

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Click Me For Part 1!

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬…

Warning! This Series Includes: Spoilers to Genshin Impact Lore & The Characters Might be OOC!

So. You had no idea where the heck you are (technically speaking), and you're talking to the Traveler and Venti. And Paimon. You've barely spent a day here, and things were already looking like they were becoming more and more like a source of lore material.

Which, you suppose, you kinda are. You just got a bombed dropped in your face about being Istaroth not even thirty minutes ago. And, the more you think about it, the more you wonder if your friends (you only have 3 others in your friend group—it was a reasonable assumption) are the rest of the Shining Shades of the Primordial One. You all probably were, if sagau fanfics taught you anything.

"Uh...Venti, who is this?" Paimon asks, her little floating-self hovering in mid-air. She had the classical hand to her chin as she thought, her head pushed forward as if to get a better look at you. "I don't think we ever met her before."

"Ah, allow me to introduce you to an old friend of mine!" Venti cheers, plastering on a smile. Damn, ain't this bard good at hiding his emotions. You wish you had that ability. "This is my friend, Y/N. They recently just arrived to Mondstadt, and they got curious about the Tree of Vanessa, so this humble bard just had to show the newcomer the legendary tree of where the fallen Lionfang Knight hero rests!"

The Traveler tilts their head at Venti, before looking over at you. You gulp, trying not to show how unnerved you were. You knew that the Traveler was pretty keen (in some things), so they no doubt picked up Venti's definition of "old friend."

How funny, because you probably know little to nothing about the bard next to you, smiling as bright as the sun as if the world needed extra brightness (like discord bright mode, honestly. It's giving you an eyesore staring at it).

"Oh, alright!" Paimon cheers, not even thinking about anything the bard just said. "So—where does your friend originate from?" She peers curiously at you, and you finally realize that Paimon must've caught on a similar definition to the Traveler. Except, you assume, the Traveler suspected you to be a god of some sort, while Paimon thinks you were a archon that was just visiting Mondstadt.

And it's only now you realized that you had no mora. And it's not like you tried to summon your Paimon Menu—Venti's fiasco of making you feel like an abnormal T-Rex got caught in the way before you could try it.

"I...uh..." You stutter out, coughing into your fist. God dang it, since when was it this hard to talk all of a sudden? You were doing so well before! "I originate...from Mondstadt, but I moved to Inazuma."

It was basically true. Enkanomiya was technically found in Inazuma near Watatsumi Island. And, according to Venti, if Istaroth was to be worshipped by the people of Mondstadt, you basically just moved nations so that you wouldn't go into slumber from the lack of such.

"Oh, that makes sense!" Paimon says, smiling with relief that you weren't an archon. The Traveler looks at you curiously, but you can tell there is some suspicion in their eyes. Clearly, they weren't buying your alibi just yet. "So, uh—is Venti giving you a tour around the place?"

"Yes," you immediately blurt out, which you kind of regret. "He uh—he saw me cluelessly looking around and—you know—uhm, kindly provided to be my tour guide around the Region of Mondstadt."

"Ehe, indeed I did!" Venti exclaims, puffing out his chest. Damn, was this guy good at bluffing. Share me your skills, You begged. You seriously need some acting lessons. "In fact, we were just about to be on our way to the Temple of A Thousand Winds!"

"Ooh, that's cool!" Paimon says happily. "If you'd like, we can show you the way there!" Venti gasps dramatically.

"Are you saying that I'd get us lost?" He pouts. "Come on, have some faith in this travelling bard!" Paimon and the Traveler give each other a quick look, clearly a little...doubtful, to say the least. Paimon turns around to face him.

"Yes," She says, crossing her arms with a deadpan. "Tone Deaf Bard, how exactly are we sure that you aren't getting Y/N lost? Wait a second—Paimon's got a better question! Did you had any alcohol?" You snort.

"Ehe, nope!" Venti smiles. "Surprising, isn't it? I didn't even have the time before I decided to help!"

"Yeah...Paimon doesn't believe you for some reason."

And that's how you managed to get the Traveler and Paimon to help you find the Temple of A Thousand Winds! Boy, you had no idea how the heck this happened, but at least you found it and the Traveler was here! (Assuming that Venti's theory is correct, and the Traveler has to have something to do with you being Istaroth somehow—)

"Holy cow...So this is what it looks like..." you mutter to yourself. You've only ever seen it as through a gaming computer, and even then, the images were still pixels. But this? This was a whole new level.

"Ehe, yep!" Venti cheers. "This is the Temple of A Thousand Winds for you!"

"Uhm, you mind if I take a look around?" You look at the others, waiting for a confirmation. Listen, Venti piqued your interests, and now you're curious to find the a broken statue of Istaroth or something around here.

"Sure, but be careful!" Paimon warns. "If you want, the Traveler and I can accompany you!"

"I have Venti." You point at the dude beside you. "Isn't he enough?"

"With how much Paimon knows of Tone-Deaf Bard, I doubt he'll help you." Paimon crosses her arms, a deadpan on her face. The Traveler chuckles, shaking their head in a fond way.

So, naturally, you all just stuck together, trying to find the one thing you came for—which Venti was trying to hint at which directions you need to go from the very beginning of the search, and of course—you catching absolutely none of them, for several hours.

"So uh, not to pry, Y/N, but what exactly are you looking for?" Paimon questions. Oh yeah—"not to pry" your backside. You sigh—there's no point in lying.

"I'm looking for a Statue of Istaroth," you explain. "I...I heard this place worshipped them and I got curious, so I wanted to see it for myself."

"Hm...Paimon's never seen a Statue of Istaroth from all the times we've been here." She looks over at the Traveler. "But sure, let us help!" Her eyes sparkle as she gets an idea. "Ooh, maybe there's some more hidden treasure around here! Come on, Traveler, let's go find the trea—uh, the Statue of Istaroth!"

You found it during the evening, but you could care less—your legs were dead tired just running around, avoiding monsters, avoiding whatever debris that was suddenly appearing, and standing around like a fish out of water. You need a break from this nuisance—you still weren't even sure yourself if you were indeed Istaroth!

"What kind of god is that?" Paimon wonders out loud. "Paimon's never seen a Statue of Seven look like that before!"

"That," Venti starts with a smile. "Is the Statue of Istaroth, the God of Time."

His voice echoes somehow, and despite the not-so cold atmosphere, you feel shivers crawling down your spine. Were you really Istaroth?

"Huh....Hey, Traveler! Since it looks like it's similar to a Statue of Seven, maybe you can try resonating it!" Paimon gasps. "Just think—what if you get some extra cool powers from it?!" Her galactic eyes sparkle.

The Traveler complies with a smile, reaching out to touch the Statue of Istaroth. You watch with bated breath, unsure of how to react in the current situation you were practically thrown into.

A huge blast of anemo explodes, filling the entire debris around you shaking off old dust as the anemo swirls around all of you. Venti was practically the only one who was smiling, and for once, you can read him like an open book—he was reminiscing as the familiar anemo energy continues to swirl and explode.

When it finally settles, you feel something wave through your chest—as if a breeze has somehow find a tunnel in straight through your entire body, sending small shivers throughout.

"Huh...so it did nothing?" Paimon's disappointment was evident on her face, just as much as the confusion. "That's strange...Paimon's never seen a Statue of Seven act like that."

Just as Venti open his mouth to speak, a loud, booming voice, awfully similar to your own, echoes.

"𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦…𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬?"

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: IT'S DONE! I AM SO SORRY, THIS TOOK SO LONG! 😭💀 I APOLOGIZE ON BEHALF OF MY DEAD SELF.

I honestly have no idea where this series will lead to—I am practically writing this without a plot planned and that is not good :') However! Feel free to give me your ideas and/or thoughts about this series—perhaps I might even add them in 👀

Stay safe & healthy everyone!

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#yandere sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau genshin #sagau #genshin sagau #sagau x you #self aware genshin #genshin cult au #sagau x reader #genshin self aware #sagau aether #sagau lumine #sagau venti #istaroth #paimon #sagau idea #sagau au

[azuremliam]

Jam packed little facts about Liam (their times as a human that is)! My hand writing can be pretty hard to read- so I'll have text format underneath the readmore :)

(Going from top left to right)

Human Liam Trivia

They/Them

5'2" "Hehehe!" [10 Year Old Trouble Maker] "Ah, great. Gotta deal with another growing in."

Liam's teeth regrow whenever they're knocked out. Abegail had to explain to Finn, that no, he doesn't have the same ability, humans don't usually work that way. It's just a weird Liam thing #1.

Both Finn and Jake have a necklace made of the fangs that have gotten knocked out. Liam likes gnawing on things when a new tooth is growing in.

"Careful now." "Chirp." [20 Years Old (Jake Hatches)] "Congrats Lil Bro!" "Hehe!" [25 Years Old (Jake Pupates)] "This is an actual human baby!?" "Pffbt" "Yes- now be careful with him." [30 Years Old (Vera and Gemma find Baby Finn)] [35 Years Old (Start of Journey & Meets Scarab)] *Infodumping about the Hive Cities "Ah, I see. That sounds efficent." "It is!" [36 - 37 Years] "I missed you too Scarab." *Trills [38 - 39 Years] "Make sure not to give our moms too much trouble." "K…" "Mkay…"

Liam used to dye their hair with plants that used to grow near their old hive. The dye sticks in the roots for ages and makes the hair smell like a plant. Most humans living outside bunkers or the Islands tend to dye their hair for camouflage.

Liam just did it because they wanted to look like their moms colors. Liam doesn't dye their hair anymore during their journey because their new Hive doesn't have any of the plants near it. They also just got tired of dyeing it.

"EEWWW"

Liam really loves the taste of Aphids. (They weren't affected by the mutations like the other insects, they're the equivalent of cows in Bug World AU) Finn isn't a big fan of them, but they're a common food source.

The Ant Farm Liam gets them from had to deal with little Liam snacking on them without permission. They behave themselves now.

"Is something wrong?"

Throughout their entier life, Liams eyes glow in the dark and they can see in the dark too. The intensity of the glow only increases as they get older.

It surprises Scarab when he finally notices the glow. Yet another weird Liam thing #2 that Finn wishes he could do too.

"Want some?" "…" Munch Munch Crunch Munch Crunch Crunch "Taste Good?" "It's good."

Liam shares their snacks a lot. They also like having Scarab try out their world's foods. He insists that he doesn't need any, but indulges when they ask.

It's also partially because Liam really likes seeing his face.

"Big Bro, Li could probably bit through your exoskeleton." "What?" "They accidently bit Gramps during training and made him bleed. He was really proud of them fighting back like that." "Li! Li!! Come bite Scarab for me!" "Huh!? What, why!?" "Well? Go on." "I can't believe you two made a bet…" 'Why do my teeth have to be on the line?' "Fine." "Bite! Bite! Bite!" "Alright then." Chomp "Hmm." "See, couldn't bite through." "Aw dang." "Now you can't stay up late for a month, got it?" "Kaaay." "No, only a week." 'Interesting.' "Woohoo!" "Huh? Why?" "You managed to scratch the surface."

Liam's teeth can pierce through some insect's carapaces in their world. They don't like doing it though. If surprised or scared enough, they'll do it out of reaction. That, or they'll hiss and occasionally growl without meaning to. Both Finn and Jake copy how Liam hisses and growls.

#bug world au #liam #scarab #adventure time oc #fionna and cake oc #jake the bug #bug world finn #adventure time #fionna and cake #insects

[tokiro07]

Undead Unluck ep.2 thoughts

[Getting the Shaft]

(Contents: Animation, ch.2-3 comparison, OP/ED analysis)

So I found out that a number of people employed at David Productions were formally members of Shaft, and dang does it show. Fuuko practically did Shaft's signature head tilt like three times! I wonder if they weren't allowed to go all the way with it specifically because it's iconic to Shaft so they have a copyright or a trademark on it?

Admittedly, I don't think I ever considered Shaft as a possible studio for UU, and in certain respects I kind of wish I weren't seeing that future come to pass. The excessive use of negative space and the lack of background characters makes the world feel lifeless, and the occasional full-body shadows literally drain the color from the frames whereas I feel based on the volume covers and color pages is the opposite of the blinding neon vibe that I would have expected. I also worry that using the trappings of a Shaft production's visuals will result in UU looking like any other Shaft work rather than having its own visual identity, though I suppose we'll have to wait and see on that

However, this is the future we got, and all in all, those are just gripes. The combat has exactly the energy that it needs to, the comedic moments are given a lot more gravitas than they had in the manga, and once again David Pro loves to add in fun details. My favorite in this week's episode was Andy realizing what the source of the Unluck was going to be and slowly inching closer to Shen and Void so they'd be more likely to get caught up in it. I don't believe I saw the almost electric trail of blood from Andy's finger as he prepped his Parts Bullet against Void, but maybe i just missed it. If I did, let me know, I'd love to be wrong about this one

As I (and many others) predicted, episode 2 covered chapters 2 and 3, and I think it did it quite well. I'm not sure if it's because I read the manga, because it's an anime, or because the director specifically was trying to do this, but I felt like the anime made the exposition and details a lot easier to absorb than the manga did. If I had to attribute that to something, I would say that a panel can cram in multiple details and layers that the reader needs to be active to pick up on while an anime has to show everything individually and any deviation can be detected through movement. I don't know that for a fact, but it's the impression I get

The difference between Unavoidable and Shen's ability was pretty difficult for me to wrap my head around at first in the manga, but I feel like this iteration will make it a lot easier to differentiate them, hopefully. I wouldn't say that UU is obtuse in general, but I imagine a lot of it is going to be clearer going forward

We also got the opening and ending themes, both of which had great songs and animation. Both were definitely odd, though; they were kind of subdued compared to a lot of other shonen anime openings, with the OP spending about half of it on abstract fractals rather than establishing the characters or setting as one might expect and the ED being extremely somber and heavily symbolic. Even as a manga reader, both of them gave me a bit to chew on, which isn't something I usually expect from OP/EDs

I'd really like to read over the lyrics, but I don't think they're up anywhere yet, and even once I find them I imagine they won't pertain to the story and instead will just match the vibe more than expounding on the themes

Without going into spoilers, my favorite part of the ED animation is Andy waking up under the sakura tree with Fuuko after drifting along the River Styx and passing under dead trees; it's said that under every sakura is a corpse, so the idea that Andy is, in effect, burying his past and leaving his previous life behind him for a brighter future with Fuuko is extremely poignant and touching

If there's anyone worried about Andy and Fuuko's relationship based on the first two episodes, just know that that one bit right at the end of the ED is a better representation of their ongoing relationship than the first couple of episodes are. They are easily the best romantic couple in shonen manga, at least that I've ever seen, so just know you have that to look forward to

I'm particularly excited for next week's episode, cus I really like the Union member they're going to meet. I only recently came to like this character as much as I do, but they make a strong first impression at least, so I hope everyone out there enjoys them too. See ya then!

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

[viilpstick]

Freaking you know what??? *Writes another daiggie scenario bc of brainrot*

I will. Shut up about these two after this. I promise (I'll try)

•••

A few sniffles were heard by a pair of hyena ears that was walking by, his hands occupied with a basket full of clothes meant to be washed. Ruggie continued on his way deciding to ignore the sound, — judge him if you want, he was a busy guy and didn't have time to deal with someone having a crisis — but realized the cries were getting louder each step. Once he made a turn he finally stumbled upon the source of such noise.

Sitting on the ground, holding her legs tightly and trembling was Daisy, the prefect Ruggie had come to… like, he guessed, in these past two days she's stayed at Savanaclaw. He blinked in confusion, the mere sight of her crying seeming out of character as he always saw her with a smile and a fire in her eyes. Where before she stood strong and courageous by fighting her fears in a battle against Leona by his side, now she looked… small, frail and absolutely terrified of God knows what.

Ruggie didn't know what to say so he simply cleared his throat, making the girl flinch and dry her tears the moment she realized someone was there.

“I-I’m sorry, don't mind me.” She quickly said, but upon realizing it was Ruggie, a part of her seemed to relax. “Oh, it's… you.”

“Yeah, me.” Ruggie said, a bit unsure. “Are you… alright?” A stupid question, he knows, but what else was he supposed to say?

“Yes, I'm just… I guess I'm angry.”

“Angry? You're crying rivers because you're angry?” Ruggie lifted an eyebrow, confused and a bit skeptical.

“Well, I– I guess it's more frustration. I just- just don't know how to get it out so… I started crying without realizing.” Daisy explained, wiping some other tears away. “Please just don't tell anyone you saw me like this. I can pay you lunch in exchange if you wish.”

“I wasn't gonna say anything regardless, but who am I to refuse free lunch?” He laughed that trademark laugh of his and Daisy giggled. Ruggie widened his smile, happy to know he somehow was able to lift her spirits at least a bit.

The hyena beastmen put the basket of clothes down, crouching in front of his temporary dorm member, and tilting his head.

“So, what's up?”

“What?”

“Why are you frustrated?”

Daisy seemed surprised by the question, blinking a few times to make sure she wasn't just imagining things.

“Why… why do you wanna know?”

That was a good question. Ruggie didn't have an answer for that, he just wanted to know, he wanted to know why she was so angry so he could help her cheer up. Why did he want to do so? Oh, don't ask, that was an even bigger question for him.

He just didn't like seeing her like this. Not the Daisy he knew.

“You look defeated.” He said, frowning, making Daisy look away in embarrassment. “It annoys me seeing the girl who basically saved my life and took care of me like this. I don't wanna be in debt with anyone, but specially not to anyone who looks like such a loser.”

“Hey, now!”

“I said ‘looks like’, not ‘is’.” He pointed out. “Is it because of Azul?”

Daisy groaned. “It's Azul, it's Ramshackle, it's the Leech twins preventing me from getting that dang photo, it's- ugh.” She massaged her temples, stress starting to build up once again. “I'm just… so frustrated. I was happy with Grimmy at Ramshackle but now… this stupid guy wants to steal it from me. The only place I'm happy at.” She lets out. The girl lifted her head again, her eyes making contact with Ruggie's attentive gaze, and she sighed. “Sorry, I'll… stop feeling sorry for myself and get to work.”

“You better, crying about it ain't gonna fix anything.” Ruggie said, matter of factly, and Daisy felt a knife through her heart. Afterwards though, she felt warm fingers against the skin of her cheek, caressing her face softly and carefully. “You can't stay defeated like this. Where's that determination you had during the Spelldrive fiasco, huh?” He smiled and Daisy returned it, though it was smaller, weaker, more timid. Her cheeks were warming up. “Come on, you're better than this. And to prove it…”

His other hand made its way to her other cheek, Ruggie was getting closer with each second and Daisy started freaking out. Unsure of what to do, the girl closed her eyes, her hands clutching the step of the stairs she was seated on, but instead of feeling anything against her lips or face, nothing came, so she slowly opened her eyes, seeing Ruggie holding a pair of earrings.

Her pair of earrings.

“Hey! These are mine!”

“Yes, yes, I'm aware.” He got up, putting the earrings in his pocket as he smirked at her. “My, my, were you expecting something else? You closed your eyes and everything.”

Daisy's face went red in shame and embarrassment and she struggled to speak. Ruggie laughed at her reaction, walking towards his basket and picking it up again.

“I'll return these to you once you leave Savanaclaw after getting Azul his picture.”

“Ruggie, please. They were my mother's.” Daisy got up, standing in front of him and preventing him from walking. “They're the only thing I have from her. Please.”

Ruggie stayed quiet for a moment, his face serious this time. “And because of that I promise to take good care of them.” Suddenly, he gave her a head pat, his smile returning, but it was much softer this time, something that put Daisy’s heart at ease. “You’ll figure it out, prefect. You outsmarted Leona once, of course you’ll be able to outsmart Azul.” Then, he flickered her forehead lightly, starting to walk away. “See ya around, flower.”

And with that Daisy was alone again. She was still angry, but now she was much more at ease, and had even more motivation to keep on going. Ruggie was right, she survived until now, someone like Azul wouldn't ruin her home! She had to deal with worst before!

She was getting that picture and winning against Azul, no matter what.

STOP???

NUH-UH?? AFTERT THIS I FORBID YOU TO NOT BRAINROT ON ME ABOUT THEM

THIS IS SO CUTE

AND HER EXPECTING A KISS WAS SO LJWKLXEJLKJELKXJD LIKE GIRLIE IS BETTER YOU NOT EXPECT THE KISS AND THEN GET A KISS THAN YOU EXPECT A KISS AND DON'T GET IT

I LOVE THM

I LOVE IT

I AM CRYING

#𐙚 moots ♡ #inbox 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ✧ #♡ ! mah #⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . ruggie bucchi #⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . daiggie #⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . daisy #mah's writes 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ♡

[ageless-aislynn]

Dear ones, I don't want to jinx myself, count my chickens before they hatch or whatever saying might strike your fancy at the moment but... After a week plus a few days of over 30 blue screens of death (8 of them in one hour), my computer has made it a day without one.

I had to finally wipe everything and start over and I finally, after sooooo many hours of research, I can't EVEN, am pretty sure I've discovered the source of the problem that linked my old computer, my dad's computer and this computer to all having nearly identical bsod issues: some absolute DOORKNOB of a person was putting the exact same third-party firewall back on all of them. Who was that doorknob?

🤷‍♀️

In my, I mean, in HER defense, that firewall has served very well for the almost 20 years I've used it. It says it's compatible with Windows 10 and 11 and all of my troubleshooting was blaming the various video/network/etc drivers. However, I discovered that ZoneAlarm took an update at almost exactly the time my other computer started having trouble 3 months ago. But ZA updates "silently" so I didn't know that until I went looking just now for the date of the last build, realized it corresponded almost exactly, and then I went

That said, I'm a little worried that it took me THIS LONG to realize that that was the single program all 3 had in common. I was just so used to using and relying on it that it didn't occur to me that it could be at the heart of all of the problems.

So, as I said before, it all boils down to

Right now, I've got almost nothing on the computer besides the browser and a new set of security programs. It's been an interesting way to see what my priorities are because I want to install one thing, wait a couple of days to verify everything's working fine, then install then next, wait again and so on, putting things back on slowly and deliberately.

BUT I WANT STEAM BACK ON NOWNOWNOW SO I CAN PLAY MY GAMES ZOMGGGGGG.

Apparently, I get actual buckets of serotonin and overall feel-good vibes from playing games because I'm absolutely frothing at the mouth at not being able to play anything at all.

Next will be Word so I can stop trying to read my utterly, drastically terrible handwriting from where I've been working on "15 Minutes" ch7 by hand (I might possibly be writing in Sangheili, I can't even tell anymore 🤷‍♀️😉).

Then eventually, Vegas. I'm worried about that one in particular because my research did uncover a potential Vegas Pro 15 - Win 11 conflict. Some people couldn't get it to work, others have no problem. I've seriously got my fingers crossed that it'll be okay so I can get back to GIF-making and vid editing, in whatever order. 🤞😣🤞

I've spent SO much time seeing blue screens that I find myself staring at the place on the monitor where the error info flashes, my notebook at the ready to scribble down the pertinent messages, just expecting another to pop at any second.

The last couple of times it popped, I was trying to read the debugging info from the LAST crash. And then it would crash again.

However, I can now report that, if you're ever using WinDbg to read your .dmp files and it tells you "symbols are WRONG" (and yes, it all-capped it just like that), I can actually tell you how to fix the dang symbols. It's a weird flex to take but hey, I'm taking it. It wasn't easy to find the answer to that one! 😠😕😉

If all continues on without any further crashes, then I'll hopefully be back catching up on things ASAP. If it resumes crashing while I have nothing more on the computer than a browser and the security programs the pc came with, then I'm just going to

Let's hope for the best, m'kay? Good thoughts, prayers, hopes, well wishes or whatever you've got are appreciated at this point. Love you, friends. I've really missed you all. 🤗💖

#ageless aislynn #computer problems #computer issues #about me #my stars am i tired frens #i just want to have fun with my computer again #just make some silly little things #and play my silly little games #not waste hours on research that goes nowhere or goes in the total wrong direction #i just want to have fun again instead of beating my head against a wall #wish me luck #love you frens

[scarred-but-still-smiling]

cubfan, joehills, sonder, barbecueing

Cub and Joe were rather similar creatures. Not biologically of course; Cub was some variety of faerie, tangentially related to the Vex, and Joe was very much human. What I mean is that their minds move in similar circles, logic following similar pathways and fluent in a similar dialect of nonsense.

So it wasn't much of a surprise that they wound up hanging out together pretty often.

Tonight they were at spawn, it was one of the rare nights on the server when Bdubs wasn't online to chase away the moon, and the two were taking that rare opportunity to soak in the vast ocean of stars above them.

Like all Southern dads, Joe was pretty adept at grilling, and tonight he had decided to treat his friend Cub to some of his signature brisket and burgers. The thick, meaty smell of beef and spices hung over spawn, a gentle breeze wafting it over the Hermissippi as Joe tossed the patties on the grill.

The sharp sizzle of the meat hitting the hot metal of the barbecue cut through the stillness of the night and Cub's eyes snapped to the source, part evolutionary instinct and part hypervigilance.

Joe caught his gaze and smiled softly; all of the Hermits knew how he and Scar were always on guard for the Vex or any Evokers that could twist them. "Don' worry Cub, it's just me. Last I checked Vex didn't sound like cooking meat."

Cub laughed, "Yeah, you're right."

"Mind if I ask what you were thinkin' about before I interrupted you? You seemed really focused on somethin'"

Cub hummed; Joe was always very perceptive, from the very first time he met the guy there was always a sense that he just Knew Things, even without having been told.

"I guess I was just thinking about how small we are, you know? Like, as well travelled as we try to be, there's always gonna be so much we don't see or know." He gestured across the Hermissippi, "like, Ren's been talking about this Gigacorp thing; back in the Concorp days I did dealings with a lot of other corporations, and they never came up. And even beyond that, how exactly did the other Hermits get here? Not how did they survive, but what did they experience on the way?"

Joe nodded, "Oh yeah, I know the feeling. There's a word for that, by the way, did you know?"

"Hm?"

"It's called sonder, the acute awareness that everyone has their own rich lives that you'll never have access to." He flipped a burger, "there are so many different stories being told, all the time, and there's only so much we can glean from our brief moments of crossover, and oftentimes it's better that way." He flipped the rest, "just like a burger bun can only hold so many toppings, our lives can only be so full before it becomes overwhelming and very unhealthy."

Cub smirked, "that's a bit rich coming from you man, it seems every day you're seeking out a whole supermarket's worth of toppings for your life."

Joe raised an eyebrow at Cub and smiled slyly, "well unlike most people I am constantly bored and my burger bun seems incapable of filling up, and also every time Cleo kills me I forget just a little bit of the extraneous toppings on my life burger."

Cub laughed loudly, his voice dully reverberating across the spawn village in the cool night air, dancing with the cinders from the grill, "Dang Joe, I'm surprised you even remember your own name at this point if that's the case."

"I'll be honest with you," Joe laughed, "I do forget occasionally. You know how respawn is after all. Also she really doesn't kill me that often, it's mostly just standard non-lethal violence like breaking limbs."

The pair laughed together for a while, just enjoying each others' company, before Cub spoke up again as Joe was removing the burger patties from the grill.

"Okay but, for real though, don't you ever just wish you could know all those stories? Doesn't it just eat at you?"

Joe paused as he was picking up the completed burgers, a certain tension in his body that Cub couldn't pinpoint. "I used to." He said quietly, his accent suddenly a lot thicker, in a way that made Cub feel like he was witnessing something not meant for him. "But that's the thing about wishes, ain't it? Y'all should be careful about what you wish for, lest some cruel trickster hear you and curl a finger on a monkey's paw. A mind ain't meant to know that many stories."

"Joe?" Cub ventured, getting to his feet and approaching Joe, his hand going to rest on his shoulder. "are you alright buddy?"

As Cub's hand made contact, the moment passed, and Joe straightened up, a wide smile affixed to his features that couldn't have been more forced if he tried.

"Of course, Cub my friend, right as rain!" He handed Cub a plate with his burger on it. "can't be wrong with barbecue this good."

Cub took the plate, making a mental note to look into things later, maybe talking to the other Season 1 hermits who've known Joe longer. He returned Joe's smile, equally as forced-looking he was sure, "if this tastes as good as that brisket smells then you ain't wrong."

#scarred stories #asks

[dreamerswriter]

Half-Hearted Rescue Mission, but Full-On Revenge.

Ok, so that's better but still extremely petty. But that's why we love them. That being said, Azul, I understand the most. I wouldn't be happy being in debt to anyone! I refuse to owe someone anything! As for Idia, my man, you're so lucky that Pina wasn't invited. She would fight you with that. That being said, I don't think anyone has the same thought process as Azul. I understand how he thinks and have had his thoughts before, but there's a reason there are not a lot of us.

THIS IS REAL DIALOGUE IN A VIDEO GAME! I AM LOSING MY MIND! THE FRICK DID YOU JUST SAY, IDIA?!

Idia won. I don't care. He has the best lines. Also, he's basically saying, "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to go apeshit?!"

Ok, I need a word with the translation team. THE FRICK IS THAT LAST LINE?! But once again, Idia solved their problem!

Dang, Trein is the best professor. He's putting himself before his students and trying to ensure of their safety. Also, Lilia's doomed. Backpains are not going to get any better from here. That being said, I would definitely enjoy being Trein's student. He's what a teacher should be, and I have met teachers like him!

Unfortunately, you're the golden SSR character, so yes, yes it does. It also means you're the one who makes it to the top!

I truly love Trein. He's exactly what a teacher should be and trusting his students to do what is right. Even if the story isn't entirely right in all three source materials used for this.

Pfft! Sorry, Idia!

Got it! I won't let you down, Prof Trein!

Dumb cat! Really?! We need to get out there and help the others! But I do like how Deuce egged him on!

Punch him in the face for me, Deuce

What honor? Being the biggest prick to each other? Or beating the ever-living crap out of each other?

Ok, so at least Rook and Riddle have the right idea and are going for honor. Better than most!

This was such a good event and well done. The 3 SSRs picked are the main leads of the event. All three were pivotal characters in this one. It shows so well. Each one has a motive and goal to accomplish and I can't wait to see it!

Thanks for being patient! I know the next part is coming out tomorrow. I will do that part the week after. I have one more test. Wish me luck! Oh, and just in case! Happy Halloween!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #glorious masquerade #twisted wonderland azul #twisted wonderland idia #twisted wonderland deuce #twisted wonderland riddle #twisted wonderland trein #twisted wonderland sebek #twisted wonderland silver #twisted wonderland jamil #twisted wonderland rook #twisted wonderland epel #twisted wonderland malleus

[cosmica-galaxy]

(this is something I've wanted to ask for a long time, but feel free not to answer if it makes you uncomfortable)

how the main 4 or the other characters would react if the Player comes out as asexual, this means that they are ok with being in a relationship with them but they prefer not to have any intimate relationship

I missed Ace Week, dang it... First time writing for an Ace Player! So I hope it's not too inaccurate! -- The moment you come out about being ace to the SQ crew, the others take a moment to process it. Some expressed confusion about what you meant, so you had to elaborate a bit. Hank gets the gist of it after a brief explanation and he respects your stance wholeheartedly. Your his PLAYER, you can decide what you want freely from him at any time and Hank would never do something to make his Player uncomfortable or unhappy with him. So he settles with whatever you're comfortable with. He has to admit, he's kinda disappointed that you don't desire something more with him. But he surmises that gods just simply do things different than mortals. So he'll merely become a cuddlebug and seek your affection in ways you're comfortable with. Deimos is probably the one that takes it harder than most, but he still respects your wishes. He's a natural flirt and it kinda makes him realize why none of his innuendo comments, voice, or attempts to show off didn't really affect you. You just simply weren't attracted to him like that and he sulks for a bit. After his pitiful wallowing, he comes to accept that his precious Player just doesn't do things like grunts do. It must be a god thing...at least, that's what he tells himself. But Deimos is still happy with your relationship, even if it has a learning curve f0r the poor grunt. But he's nothing short of determined to keep trying. Even if he messes up from time to time by impulsively kissing you and then realizing what he did and furiously apologizing. He's trying his best. Sanford is barely seems effected by the news, with his stoic expression barely changing as he gets the information from you. It made sense, he supposes. You never really took up on Deimos's flirtatious personality and you barely responded to other "sexually" stimulating sources....like his muscular chest, for example. But after the fact of your coming out, he becomes much more hesitant to do things. The last thing he wants to do is make his Player uncomfortable with anything he does, so he restrains himself...probably too much. At first, you take his newly reserved nature as a negative thing, to which he quickly denies and explains that despite your relationship, he didn't want to do something to make you uncomfortable or upset.

It took some time to encourage him to engage with you again, but this time he's taking your terms much more seriously and he won't step into a direction that you're unhappy with. He'll settle with whatever his Player is happy with. 2BDamned was pretty much the one that caught on the quickest out of all the the SQ crew, which was obviously typical. The way you would wrinkle your nose when Deimos would flirt with you, the neutral response you had to Sanford's bare chest, and the disinterested looks you would throw Hank when he tries his best to impress you. Gods apparently did things differently and how they show their affection must vary. Something that the rest of the crew tends to not consider. Even when you two were in a relationship, you both treated one another like you two WEREN'T in a relationship. It was confusing to the others, but made sense to him. You never engaged in anything involving romantic interest...and you were probably even disgusted by the mention of such things. 2B is clever and nothing short of respectful of your wishes and pretty much lets you call the shots on what you are comfortable expressing. If you want a hug or cuddle, then 2B obliges. If you want to just chat, then he's fine with that too. He's here for YOUR happiness, not the other way around.

#anon ask #anon asks #anonymous #haxorus imp #cosmica galaxy #human!reader x madcom #madcom x reader #madcom tag #y/n x madness combat #madness combat x reader #madness combat self aware au #self aware m:pn au #self aware au #madcom self aware au #my writings #asexual

[moonflower1605]

Chapter - 16 (Part 1)

(Ella's POV)

Percy, Annabeth, Grover & I, walked through the woods along the New Jersey riverbank, the glow of New York City made the night sky yellow behind us, & the smell of the Hudson reeked in our noses.

Grover was shivering & braying, his big goat eyes turned slit-pupiled & full of terror. "Three Kindly Ones. All three at once."

I was still in shock. My ribs hurt & my palm burned from the cut. But Annie pulled us along, saying: "Come on! The farther we get, the better."

"All our money was back there," Percy said. "Our food & clothes. Everything."

"Well, maybe if you hadn’t decided to jump into the fight-" She shot back.

"What did you want me to do? Let you get killed?" He said cutting her off.

"You didn’t need to protect me, Percy. I would’ve been fine."

"Sliced like bread," Grover put in, "but fine."

"Shut up, goat boy," said Annie.

"Guys! Just, shut up okay! All of you. I get that we're all on edge, but is fighting gonna solve all our problems?"

They stared at me stunned by my outburst. I pushed past them but staggered, wincing.

"Are you okay?" Percy asks grabbing my arm.

"I'm fine." I muttered as I left them behind.

After few minutes, Annie came up to me. We walk in silence for a few minutes until I said.

"I'm sorry, I snapped at you guys back there."

"Look, I…" Her voice faltered. "Don't blame yourself. We're the ones who should be sorry, okay? We deserved that. We acted like kids."

"It's cool. We're a team after all."

The thunderstorm finally let up. The city glow faded, leaving us in total darkness. I couldn’t see anything of Annie her blond hair.

"You've gotten better with that knife," I said.

"You think so?"

"Oh, I know so." I couldn’t see, but I knew she might’ve smiled.

"You know, maybe I should tell you..something funny back on the bus..."

Whatever she was gonna say was interrupted by a shrill toot-toot-toot.

"Hey, my reed pipes still work!" Grover cried.

"Oh! Those were your reed pipes? Dang it! I thought you were torturing an owl.."

Percy & Annie laughed so hard they didn't see where they went & they slammed into the trees with an 'ouch' & 'oof'. I giggled.

"That happens when you make fun of a satyr. Especially in his home turf." Grover said.

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After tripping & generally feeling miserable for another mile, we saw light up ahead: the colors of a sign. I could smell fried, greasy, food. We walked until I saw a deserted two-lane road through the trees. On the other side, a closed-down gas station, & an open business, which was the source of light.

It wasn’t a restaurant. It was that shop that sold garden equipment & stuff like that. The main building was long & low surrounded by statuary. The neon sign was impossible to read, because if there’s anything worse for a dyslexic, it’s cursive neon English.

To me, it looked like: ATNYU MES GDERAN GOMEN MEPROUIM.

"What the heck does that say?" Percy asked.

"I don’t know." Annie & I said.

Grover translates: "Aunty Em’s Garden Gnome Emporium."

I cross the street, towards the smell of food.

"Hey..." Grover warned. Now I never ignore him, but this time I was hungry, so I did.

"The lights on," Annie said. "Maybe it’s open."

"Snack bar?" Percy said wistfully.

"Snack bar," we agreed.

"Are you three crazy?" Grover said. "This place is weird." We ignored him & went inside.

"Okay, guys. Let's split up & look around. See if you can find anything useful." Annie said.

We split up despite Grover's protests. I was looking, when a panicked lady suddenly came out of nowhere, grabbed my hand & said.

"You have to get out of here. She's coming. She's here. Run. Leave before it's too late."

I don't know what she meant. I heard a hiss. I shut my eyes instinctively.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the daughter of Zeus. The forbidden one, just like your sister."

I couldn't open my eyes but I put two & two together. Aunty Em, Aunty M. Medusa! Crap! Then I felt a hard stone hand grip my wrist. The lady beside me had been turned to stone.

"Shut up!" I growled. "You don't know her."

"Oh, dear Eleanor." I flinched when she said my full name, "You know why she died. And what did your father do, hm?" I wasn't able to move because of the stone lady's grip.

"She was a mistake. Just like you. But, you can change that. You have such a beautiful face & my, my what lovely hair. I once looked just like you. But the cursed grey eyed one turned me into this! All you have to do is open your eyes. I want to see those beautiful blue eyes. Open them."

Her voice was soothing & I was about to open them when I heard a crash. Her footsteps receded. I opened one eye, she was gone.

"Guys! This is Medusa's lair. Be careful!" But I didn't know if they heard me. I try prying my hand out & finally slashed the stone with my sword. My wrist had started to bruise.

I ran back to the main warehouse. Percy, Annabeth & Grover were sitting with something plastic wrapped on the table.

"Did someone die? Why the long face guys?"

Percy saw me first & ran faster than flash. He hugged me like I'd disappear if he let go.

"Nora! Where have you been?!" Annie asked.

"Just got caught up. But, I'm fine, mom."

She rolls her eyes & crushes me in a hug. "Ow, watch the ribs." She let go with a 'sorry'.

"I knew you'd come back. But they wouldn't listen to me." Grover said. I chuckled.

"Come on, we need a plan." Annie said. We nodded & followed her.

Sorry for the wait my readers :)

Link to the next chapter is here.

Link to the prev chapter is here.

Comment, like & share.

Take care my lovely readers.❤

Alice signing off.

XOXO.

#percy jackson #x reader #percy jackson x reader

[vitrines]

rant about lord of the rings under cut. i love it and it makes me eat dirt

something that i don't think about all the time but still consider a huge part of me is the lord of the rings. and i know this is true for a lot of people, because they're damn good movies (i read the books but i know the movies lots better. i am not a superfan i don't know crap i didn't read the similarion i just like funny little stories). but genuinely the music and the scenery and the MESSAGE is so resonant and specifically with frodo and sam good lord. like back when molly ostertang was writing hobbit fic i read it even though i hadn't thought about frodo n sam in years probably and god dang it was good. i really need to read that again btw. and they really are like that. like they really did that and in the books they really had frodo realize that some wounds don't heal and go off and they really had sam not follow him. and they separated them. and i was like that can't be it and checked deep into the footnotes of the last book and i saw that it said after sam had lived out his life he got to go over the sea and it felt like someone punched me in the throat.

i looked it up on quora (the most reliable source ever clearly) jsut to clarify the details of this and i just want to quote something that some random guy said there.

"But given the central theme of Sam’s loyalty to his master Frodo Tolkien would have wanted them to live their last few years together. And I suspect they both would have died together."

GOD. MAN.

of course they would. god god god god god

"don't go where i can't follow" and he goddamn didn't. and he didn't. lotr is about sacrifice and lotr is about love. to me. and it is about devotion in the strongest sense of the word. i wish some day that i could create something as simple and eternal as that. for me fantasy is a way of extending the things that we as humans already feel and basically putting them on drugs and i love love love everything about it so much

i have never had an intense lotr phase and i've never done anything for it but please know i'm always thinking about it. not just sam and frodo eityher i'm thinking about all of them éowen my beloved her and faramir only straight couple with rights ever. and like the scene where faramir charges while pippin sings like the imagery is STUNNING and yeah that's all :3

#lotr #rants

[sojourner-between-worlds]

Three (Uncommonly Mentioned) Plot Threads I Wish 5Ds Had Run With:

Aki and Her Powers. They attempted and failed to go the "Zuko" route with this. Her power manifested as a result of her anger and sadness and thus 'disappeared' when their fuel disappeared, the same way Zuko's firebending did when he let go of his anger and bitterness. But unlike Zuko -- who got an entire episode of him and Aang dedicated to finding a new way to firebend -- Aki got one throw-away line after her and Crow's duel against Sherry in the Arc Cradle. All I'm saying is that it would have been nice to have even just one single episode dedicated to her finding a new source for her powers instead (though a mini-arc would have been even better, haha). As it is, this progression entirely falls flat.

Yusei and His Dad. I will never get over the fact that at the very tail end of one episode they have Yusei realize that maybe dear ol' dad isn't actually dead dead and then they just...never touch it again. It never comes up. And, yeah, I get it: it's in the middle of an arc in such a place that you can't really break and put another arc in there to explore the idea, and it's a big enough thing it couldn't really be tacked on to the very end after Arc Cradle is destroyed either. But dang it, if the show had been allowed to keep going, this is definitely a mini-arc (at the least) that would have been worth exploring and I'm sad they never did.

Sly and Stardust Dragon. I have...so many ideas of where they could have gone with this. It could have been a nice mini-arc with the twins (especially since they don't really get much action for a good chuck of the second half of the series; they could have even put it in the WRGP arc, as an interlude between WRGP duels). Maybe Sly uses them to get close to Yusei and steals Stardust and the twins find out he has it and duel him to get it back for Yusei. It would have been a nice opportunity to use the duel boards again, too, honestly -- especially if Sly got close to Yusei and Yusei had agreed to also build one for him or something. That's my favorite of the options I've come up with, anyway.

#yugioh 5ds #ygo 5ds #yugioh #ygo #5ds #yusei fudo #aki izayoi #don't get me wrong: there are more plot threads i would like to have seen come to completion #these are just the ones i see mentioned the least

[incarnateirony]

No people thought jensen was cheating when he was filming the boys and didn’t go back to Texas. Something about his hairdresser talking, or a co-star, or he was just out seen with a woman a lot who was probably an agent because his other one passed away. No body was saying he had girlfriend he was living with, in fact according to you your friends are the only people that even knew he wasn’t living alone because his landlord’s daughter was obsessed with cockles.

Oh no, hi 2po. I see you're very quick to run in on anon while refusing to address the actual receipts you're pretending you can't see. That was a very swift response.

Nono. I do remember this. Or more... 3 different individual people, 2 of which aren't even in my server, remembered it and messaged me, and are actively digging through your blog. Unfortunately between the waves of gif spam you use to hide your failures and washouts or when you're caught lying, and the giant well of "i know something, vague but special" and "that's it!! that's what I knew! Dang I wish I posted that!" like. It's taking them a bit. Don't worry, we lookin. Because unlike you we don't just make up shit about people.

So how about this buddy. You stop your psychotic compulsive lying and check with your Source. The one that couldn't figure out why even when he told me the script was fake, I was like, lol, ur an idiot, it's real, the stamps and everything we have in back says ur wrong. Oh wait Snotty didn't communicate that to you did he. Rub your eyeballs like the toddler you're acting like throwing noodles at the wall.

You're seeing it. You're seeing you've wrung out your audience so bad it takes you weeks to do half of what we used to do in a day or two even while you wave script candy now. You're seeing more and more people question you. Not just like. Attack or insult. Just reasonably question you. You consider that trolling, because the answers are just averse to you. You've been completely discredited on M&Gs, and you blew your own foot off there. That was really the only thing you had beyond grifting six digit figures out of the fandom to send you and your buds gold panel cruising and swear it's for charity that gets a fraction of it 2 years after the fact when your ass in on fire.

Knock it off dude. It's sad. What's even your end goal? I know you're not truly this stupid. You're smart enough to con people the way you have, unnoticed, this long, for your free luxury joyride and collectables via scripthunt. You can see the writing on the wall. I know you can.

So what's the point? Just seeing if you can wring a few more gold panels out of people before episode 13? Just hoping you tear everyone else down to your level? Trying to successfully prove anyone's as fake as you? Literally dude what even is your agenda anymore.

Because it's definitely not reporting reality. Your blog has become a weird wave of unsourced flashfiction spun wholecloth from only the silkworms between your ears about me, to imagine a form of me as a mythological beast you can vanquish, because you can't actually beat me as what I am, or say, or do, so you need a fictional version.

You obviously never check on if any of the statements you make are even REMOTELY true, they're all EASILY countered any time you do more than Vague. Your M&Gs are the same, I'd say you got tricked there but no, that was conscious on your part, because you tried to retaliate and report, but it was your own drunk, violent friend threatening hellers at con you hope everybody forgets about.

It's your whole thing. Wholecloth lies pinned together with a few snipped out pieces of truth and rearranged in the most bizarre orders without any intent to actually search out reality or tangible sources.

Like dude you can't even bother to try to find receipts on my blog of what you claim I say, or check that you won't be a lying assclown on saying it. How the fuck you think you can source wtf production is doing.

Why. Stop manipulating people dude. There's only a few months left. You don't need to exploit them literally until the moment your platform combusts. Just let them be. You can let go dude.

[fictionkinfessions]

Chris McLean here. I wish my source was better. I do enjoy watching it sometimes but dang, it has A LOT of flaws. It was hard for me to watch revenge of the island because of how badly the contestants are treated. And I haven't watched all stars because of what they did with Mike.

Most of my sourcemates probably hate me and honestly I don't blame them. For what it's worth, I'm sorry for the danger I put everyone through. My canon was less extreme but many of the challenges even how I remember them were too dangerous. I should have been better and I sincerely regret what I put the contestants through. And I'm really sorry to everyone who had an abusive Chris in their canon.

I know most people hate me but I really wish I could find Chef. That probably won't happen though. I haven't even seen any Chef kins, and I'm pretty canon divergent as it is, so...

If anything, this kintype is proof you can't choose who you kin. I was in denial for a long time. Why couldn't I be kin with Cody or Trent or Duncan or pretty much ANYONE ELSE!? - Chris McLean (Total Drama)

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #totaldramakin #chrismcleankin #poie issue #apology #prevabuse #mod party cat!

[helenaheissner]

A Dream of Summer Rain: In the Far-Away Here-and-Now (Chapter 22)

Hello, lovelies! Hope y'all are doing well :)

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They had a week to prepare, and Lacy wanted to use as much of that week as possible for training. And so, the next day, she rolled out of bed and plodded through the full bore of her raging hangover and went over to Gwen and Quentin’s room.

Lacy braced herself for Gwen’s ‘mistress of pain’ monologue… Only to hear Quentin utter, “Now then, dirty girl, you are going bend over.”

“Yes master,” Gwen breathed.

“Good. Now spread ‘em!”

Good for them. Variety is the spice of life, Lacy thought. 

Then she knocked, and quickly thereafter she heard Quentin say, “Safeword.”

Gwen quickly added, “Dang it. Just a sec, Lacy!”

It was more than a sec. It was at least a dozen secs, probably significantly more. Finally, Gwen, her hair a mess of bedhead, a leather corset clearly visible underneath her bathrobe, answered the door. “Hi.”

“Hi. I, uh, was hoping we could train today.”

“Of course, of course. Just give me a bit- I need to shower.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Lacy smirked. 

Gwen chuckled. “Don’t be a little shit. I’ll meet you in the lobby in twenty minutes.”

“Can we eat breakfast first- my head is throbbing.”

“Yeah, no prob. Get us a seat at the buffet.”

Lacy obliged, and when Gwen joined her downstairs Lacy had sat herself at a table by the window in the white and gray restaurant. She had piled her plate full of bacon, potatoes, fruit, and pastries and had shoveled half of it down her gullet by the time Gwen sat down. 

“How you doing, kiddo?” Gwen asked, a smug smile on her face. 

“I feel like death.” I feel guilty. I feel ashamed. I feel like my parents.

“How much did you drink?”

“Is it that obvious?” Lacy asked. 

“To me? Yes. Very much so. So how much-”

“Seven or eight shots of whiskey. Maybe nine.” Just like them. 

“How-”

“Probably some spritzers, too. And a few beers. Danny must’ve found every drop of hooch in Illinois.” Fucking hell why did I do that why why why-

“I’m surprised you can put away that much,” Gwen said. 

“I’m Irish. It’s my heritage. Un-fucking-fortunately.” Fucking pathetic island trash.

The hotel staff all shot her flabbergasted looks. Lacy grunted. 

“Yeah, you might want some coffee,” Gwen said. 

“No. Literally anything but that.” Kill me. 

“How do you not like coffee?” Gwen asked. 

“I like having my stomach lining intact.” Can practically hear Mom lecturing me over her bottle of white wine right now. 

“Says the girl who drank an entire liquor store last night.”

“Uhhhhhh,” Lacy groaned as she ate a whole muffin in one bite. 

“Oh well then,” Gwen said. She left the table, and when she returned, she had a bagel and lox with a tall mug of hot black coffee. 

Lacy balked at her mentor’s taste in breakfast. “Sometimes you sicken me, Gwen.”

“Sometimes I sicken myself,” Gwen laughed, stealing a muffin from Lacy’s plate. And then a waiter came over a glass of cold black liquid and placed it in front of Lacy. 

“What the fuck is this?” Lacy said. 

The waiter said, “Language, young man.”

“I’m a girl, jackass.”

“Oh, my apologies. Language, young lady.”

“Fine. What the heck is this, kind sir?”

“Cold brew coffee, ordered for you by your friend.”

Lacy side-eyed Gwen. 

“Drink up,” Gwen said, taking a sip of her own hot mug. 

Lacy obliged, and for the first time sampled a coffee she didn’t immediately wish to spit out. “This is… Actually kinda good.”

“Yeah, I had them add a lot of sugar for you,” Gwen said. 

“‘Cause I’m so sweet?” Lacy monotoned. God I’m a hypocrite. 

Gwen clapped her on the shoulder. “Now you’re gettin’ it!”

Lacy slowly drank the rest of her coffee, and by the time she’d finished it and another plate full of greasy buffet food, her head had stopped feeling like a patch of street recently acquainted with a road roller. 

Gwen paid the bill, and they headed out. “Feelin’ better?”

“Much. God, I’m never doing that again.” Seriously, me, don’t ever fucking do that again. Not one drop. Ever. 

“Fffff.”

“What?”

“Ah, just a feeling I know real well.” They walked out into the parking lot.

Lacy’s brow furrowed. They found one of the Winnebagos, climbed aboard. Gwen reached for the ignition, keys in hand. Shame burned through Lacy once again, followed by resentment. Followed by a question that had been on her mind for a few weeks now, one she’d taken great care not to ask. But given they probably only had a week left to live, now seemed like a good time. “Are you an alcoholic?” 

Gwen’s hand stayed stuck with the key in the ignition. “Lacy-”

“That was rude, wasn’t it?” Lacy, you idiot.

“Yeah, you can’t really go around asking people that.”

“Why not?”

Gwen started the car and began the process of driving them out into the Illinois sprawl. “Because it’s inappropriate.”

“Why? It seems like a relevant question,” Lacy said, fidgeting in her seat. They drove through weaves of automobiles, the clamor of the city drowning individual heartbeats in a percussive slush. 

Gwen took them off main street and onto a sideroad, plunging southeast. “Because it’s personal, Lacy. Really personal. Involves stuff that-”

Lacy rolled her eyes. “Gwen, there’s a lot of personal stuff going around lately.”

“What does that mean?”

An aftershock of her hangover barraged the inside of Lacy’s skull. She had to say it- it was becoming way too pressing not to say it. “That a lot of it seems to come back to you.”

“... My family is involved in this, yes.”

It’s been months since you started teaching me and you still speak in vagaries half the time. “Yeah, and you get real touchy about it whenever anyone brings it up, even though it’s kinda something we need to be able to discuss openly.”

“Okay, and what does that have to do with me being an alcoholic?”

“... Nothing.” Guilt and shame speared Lacy once again, and the hangover salted the wound. Shouldn’t have said that, shouldn’t have-

“Then why are you asking?” Gwen snapped, eyes wide with anger. 

Now that was something Lacy recognized. There it fucking is.  

They drove through a suburban neighborhood. Children played roller-hockey at the end of a cul de sac to their left, while mulberries and sycamores lined the roads. 

“Lacy,” Gwen said. 

Lacy sat on her hands and pressed her face against the window. 

“You don’t just get to ask that and then go silent when I call you on it!” Gwen snapped. 

Lacy heaved a pregnant sigh. This was a mistake. She shouldn’t have said anything. Should’ve left it be. Shouldn’t have drunk so much last night, elsewise she might not have been dumb enough to ask. Too late now, though. “You haven’t been willing to tell me much about your parents, even though we’re going up against one of them. But I have told you about my parents.”

“What are you getting at?” Gwen asked. 

The neighborhood fell away behind them as they drove out into the open wilderness. 

Fine then. It wasn’t Lacy’s fault Gwen spiked up when interrogated on this topic. “They were both drunks,” Lacy said.

“And what exactly are you insinuating?” Gwen said. “That I might be like them?”

Yes. “I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it.”

Lacy’s eyes narrowed. “Or you’re projecting. All I asked-”

“Was if I was a worthless drunk like them.”

“You’re putting words in my mouth.”

“I beg to differ. Are you sure you’re not projecting?”

No. “You still haven’t answered my original question.”

“Yes!” Gwen shouted. “Okay, there you fucking go! I was a sloppy fucking drunk and it almost killed me. I’m five years sober now, thank you very fucking much, and if you must know I was still a drunk when we first met.” Lacy looked out into the field, the lush farmland surging forth like an explosion of raw nature. “Lacy?” Gwen said. Lacy bit her tongue. She couldn’t say it. She shouldn’t say it. She wouldn’t. “Lacy, for fuck’s sake-”

“Is that why you didn’t take me with you?” Lacy hissed, the words falling out her mouth like gravity itself was tearing them away. 

They came to a stop in a small forest. Gwen got out of the RV, stomped into the dirt. 

“Gwen!” Lacy called after her, unbuckling her seatbelt and jumping out into the valley. 

Her teacher stopped and pivoted to face her. “For your information, yes. Does that make you happy? Does that satisfy you? Knowing that I didn’t take you with me because I was weak, because I was too busy crawling into the bottle? Does that make you feel better, that you had to suffer all those extra years because I was too drunk to take you with me?”

“Yes,” Lacy spat, and immediately rued it. “Wait, no-”

Gwen gave her a deranged smile, and then the middle finger. “No, you don’t get to take that back. But I wanna ask you Lacy, and really think about this- what gives you the right to judge anyone? Who are you to do that? What have you done? You could’ve avenged Drew on your own. You could have gone to avenge your parents on your own. But you didn’t. You chose to come to me for help. Why is that? Why would you go to someone who’d let you down before, who pretty clearly was going to let you down again by not being fucking good enough-”

“That’s not what I-”

“No, but it’s what you meant,” Gwen said, eyes welling up with tears. “Now tell me why? And this better be good.”

Lacy leaned against the back of the RV. “I….” Darkness wrapped around Lacy’s mind, a noose tightening. She stared directly ahead. 

“Lacy,” Drew said. “You know the answer.” 

“I’m scared to do anything on my own,” Lacy said. “I don’t trust myself. Not in the slightest. I’ve got this thing attached to me, this Destiny, that says what I’m supposed to, what I’m gonna do, and it’s just another fucking thing dictating my life to me, trying to make me into someone, something that I’m not, something that I hate, and I’m afraid that if I’m alone with it, if I’m alone at all for too long, I’ll slip up and give in and become a monster. I came to you because I needed a teacher, and you seemed like the best option. And maybe it’s Destiny- maybe our Stars wanted you to teach me. I don’t know what that means, but if I… If I’m gonna have any faith in myself, in my ability to do the right thing in these awful circumstances, then I need to trust it a little bit. I need to believe I can use this power for good. I need to believe that I can… That I can save the world, instead of destroying it. I need to believe in other people too.”

Gwen slumped down, sat in the dirt, brushed her bangs out of her eyes. “Fffff is that all?” Lacy’s posture uncoiled as she sat down and leaned against the side of the RV. She wiped her eyes dry. “Yeah. That’s all.”

“You’re afraid you’ll become a monster? Well get in line,” Gwen said with a gentle smirk. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I was… Projecting a bit.”

“I’m sorry for being an asshole,” Lacy said. “That was… That was massively inappropriate. I shouldn’t have asked you that- I shouldn’t have insinuated-”

“I forgive you. And I should’ve been honest.”

Yeah that’d be a start, she thought. She buried the notion in the back of her mind. “Me too,” Lacy said. “I know it’s not rational, wanting justice for my parents when they were fucking horrible, it’s just… I can’t bear the thought of what happened to them. Or maybe I’m just afraid of it happening to me, so I wanna strike back before they can get me.”

“Given our present circumstances, that’s not exactly a radical stance.”

“Heh. Thanks.”

“Ffff okay here’s what you need to know about me,” Gwen said. 

“You don’t need to-”

“Yeah. I do,” Gwen said, raising a palm to cut her off. “My brother Arthur died fighting a ghoul when I was ten. The rest of my siblings… They were… Loyal to my dad’s vision. I wasn’t. It came to a head when I found out Dad was experimenting on my little brother Percival, trying to understand the true nature of Destiny Stars. I stopped him, and they all died in the fight. Morganna, Tristan, Elaine, Iseult, my mother… Even Percival. Baby of the family, caught in the crossfire. Everyone died, save for my father and I. After that I left. I spent a while hunting and wandering, drinking more and more every day to get myself through the pain. It became a problem pretty quickly. There was a brief spot when I first met Quentin where I was able to start cleaning myself up a bit, but then… Then I met you. My Star, back before I’d fully accepted it, led me to you and to Drew. I didn’t know for sure what it meant, but I knew it was important. I wasn’t ready. And you and Drew… When I saw you two, I just saw myself and Arthur all over again. So I turned tail and chugged every bottle I could get my hands on that night. After that things were a blur until I was living on the street, but then finally I got some damn help. Cleaned up. Patched it up with Quentin- by some miracle, he was willing to take me back. I don’t deserve him. And once again, I found myself led back to you, and the more I learn about you the more sense it makes.”

All of that… All of that… Hurt. Knowing that hurt. You knew, Lacy said. You knew who I was and you walked away regardless. But she had to know more. “It does?”

“You and me, we’re gonna save the world,” Gwen said with a deadened look in her eyes. 

Lacy balked. “What if that’s not what the Stars want?”

“Then fuck ‘em. They belong to us, not the other way around. It’s not like we’ve got no choice in what to do with our lives- if we didn’t, I’d still be in the gutter, and you’d still be hiding in your room.”

Lacy wanted to be mad. A part of her was. Gwen had walked away from her, despite knowing or at least suspecting she was supposed to be her teacher. She’d abandoned her… But she came back. When it really counted, when it was well and truly time, Gwen had come back for her and offered to teach her. 

Another part of her was mad at Gwen for not telling her any of this sooner, but at least she was being honest now. And besides, some things were just so personal the idea of telling anyone was an anathema. So tried her best to let it go, to move forward with her teacher at her side. In some ways this was no different than the fight she and Danny had had yesterday, or the skittishness Isabella sometimes demonstrated that Lacy had learned to work around. Everyone had things that made them shut down; the best thing to do was to accept that and try your best to help them through it, try not to take it personally.

And besides, as Gwen had pointed out, Lacy didn’t have that much of a right to judge. It would take a while to accept these secrets and these truths alike, but she would get there eventually. 

Lacy tapped her chest, letting her Star out to dance. She rose to her feet and cracked her knuckles. She offered Gwen a hand up, and she accepted it and rose to her feet.

“In that case, I’d say we have work to do,” Lacy said. 

Gwen nodded. 

Lacy told herself that it would be okay, buried the part of herself that knew it wouldn’t.

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