#it's 3am. the chibi hour | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

neontoad · 4 months

Text

“One soul in two bodies”, people often say about Double Black. Chuuya calls bullshit on that. It’s ridiculous. But then why every time Chuuya comes to work after tossing and turning in bed all night unable to fall asleep, he sees that Dazai has dark circles under eyes as well? Why every time when Chuuya checks his phone at 3am, insomnia eating him alive, he sees that Dazai is online, too? Why does it feel like there is one more person wide awake in the sleeping city when Chuuya’s staring at the ceiling, as wakeful as ever?

One night, a message pops up on his phone.

🐟: You awake?

“Fuck off,” Chuuya mumbles to himself and turns the screen off. The night is quiet. The air still seems to be vibrating after the notification chime. He counts seconds.

Nothing disturbs the silence anymore.

The next day Dazai keeps yawning and stealing glances at Chuuya as they sit in another boring meeting. He ignores him, even though every time Dazai covers his mouth with his hand, Chuuya can’t help but yawn too.

He sleeps well that night. He knows Dazai does, too - he can tell by how stupidly annoying he is the next day. Chuuya knows well that only well-rested Dazai possesses such a ridiculous ability to get on Chuuya’s nerves in record time. He sleeps okay again. And again. And again. Chuuya even starts thinking that maybe he’s finally out of that cursed bout of insomnia. Seems like Dazai managed to get some sleep, too.

Until another night comes.

He’s exhausted - they have just finished a mission, the last one in a strenuous sequence, and the only thing Chuuya wants is to sleep until next week.

He can’t.

His phone chimes.

He doesn’t bother looking - he knows who’s texting him. Dazai’s insomnia is not his problem.

He lies with his eyes closed, hoping that maybe, just maybe he’ll be able to trick his brain into finally shutting down and letting him fall into Morpheus’ embrace, giving him the rest he so desperately needs. He doesn’t know how much time passes until he hears a knock.

“The fuck you want?” Chuuya grumbles, looking at Dazai miserably standing in the hallway of his apartment building.

“Just checking on my dear partner.”

“It’s 4 in the morning.”

“You make it sound like it’s a problem.”

“I was sleeping, you bastard.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Dazai yawns and Chuuya follows suit, stretching his sore muscles. Fuck this, he thinks. I’ll let him be. Without saying a word, he turns on his heel and marches to the kitchen. Dazai follows him and plops on the stool. He probably thinks he looks smug. He looks like shit.

“I’ll have a whiskey,” he croaks and smiles.

“Fuck off,” Chuuya says, pouring Dazai three fingers and sliding it across the table before stopping in front of his wine cabinet. That’ll do, he thinks and pours himself a glass of red.

“You know, chibi,” Dazai muses, watching the ice in his glass bob up and down, “I blame you.”

Chuuya takes a sip of wine. He wonders if he looks as stern as he hopes he is. Or does he, akin to Dazai, resemble a miserable stray dog? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t care.

“Whenever you can’t sleep, neither can I,” he continues. “It’s like we have some kind of invisible bond.”

Despite his fatigue, Chuuya can’t help but chuckle. Invisible bond! Dazai sure loves these stupid pretentious speeches. What an emo.

He downs his wine and goes to the living room. “Take your ass with your invisible bond to the couch,” he commands. “Let’s play.”

“It’s not a laughing matter!” Dazai whines but obeys, finishing his whiskey and leaving the cup on the table like the ungrateful pig he is.

Whiskey made him feel warm and fuzzy, making the unwelcoming sleepless night feel slightly less dire. Besides, playing video games with the slug is certainly a better pastime than tossing and turning on his old mattress. They play for a few hours, sleepiness going away as they keep beating each other in a video game, pushing each other with their shoulders and yelling at the top of their lungs.

Chuuya doesn’t care about his neighbours complaining - there’s no one living above him anymore, anyway.

The dark night gives way to the pale morning, timid rays of sun sneaking through the closed blinds. A ray falls on the empty whiskey cup, the last drops of the amber liquid shining like gold under the light. Another one shines on the shattered controller lying in the corner. Another ray of sun caresses the leaves of a half-dead plant on the bookshelf. Another - the picture on the wall, the five people on it forgotten by all but one. Another - the cobweb on the ceiling. Another - the brass door handle. As more time passes, the sun gets more comfortable dancing in the small apartment, its rays travelling across the walls, trinkets and furniture until they reach the boys sprawled on the couch.

Their breath is even, chests rising and falling in unison. Chuuya’s head is resting on Dazai’s lap, his hand against his chest still holding the beaten controller. He squirms when the sun shamelessly goes across his eyes but doesn’t wake up.

Neither does Dazai. He just smiles through his sleep and puts his hand on Chuuya’s back. The rays of sun stall before continuing to move across the room as if taking in the unusual, eerily peaceful atmosphere in the living room, the raging fire turned into quiet embers for a bit.

Chuuya might call bullshit on the “one soul in two bodies” idea.

But… the sun surely knows better.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #skk #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #soukoku #mini fic #teen skk #pm skk #literal sleeping together #soft skk #developing relationship

65 notes · View notes

kindheart525 · 1 year

Text

Tag yourself! I’m Slowly Dying, Discord Server Mod, and Poor Little Neigh Neigh

[Image Description: Chibi-styled headshots of the Thirdverse cast with the following descriptions under them (character names indicated in parentheses, not part of image):

Homophobic Dog (Celestial Blessing)

Would rather drink a smoothie than go to therapy

“You have depression? Just cheer up”

Gives you a dirty look if you start crying

Constantly judging everyone

Slowly Dying (Bismuth Sun)

Full time student with a job, doesn’t even need it to survive

Three majors and five minors, considering another

Attends every single community event

Somehow has time for online discourse too

Quiet Quitter (Evergreen Blaze)

Does the bare minimum at work

Works with someone for 5 years and never learns their name

His favorite color is “personal information”

Avoids his coworkers at the grocery store

Influencer (Moonray Chill)

Goes on annual trips to Disney, thinks this is normal

Believed in Santa until she was 14

“If you’re homeless, just buy a house!”

No concept of money whatsoever

Common L (Lantern Glow)

Looks at themselves crying in the mirror when they have a breakdown

Has daddy issues or mommy issues if not both

Finds comfort in their childhood interests well past that age

Can’t find a therapist so they have several diaries

iPad Kid (Strawberry Breeze)

Bites people like a rabid dog

Life goal is to scream louder than Krakatoa

Picks her nose and wipes it on the wall

First word was fuck

Better Than You (Earth Day)

Always dresses in style

“I won’t have my son doing makeup like that, his eyeliner is all wrong”

Can convince you that you need something you had no interest in

Joins every single conversation just to be the center of attention

Nepo Baby (Princess Cut)

How much could one banana be? 10 dollars?

Thinks Kim Kardashian is a self-made millionaire

Saves money by cutting out avocado toast and Netflix

Also dad owns a business

Chihuahua In An Itchy Sweater (Sunny Sweet Dreams)

“It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me”

Takes even the slightest teasing personally

Selective in showing affection including to herself

Thinks being school project partners is "too intimate"

Dont Mine At Night (Laffy Taffy)

Curses at you in the Call of Duty lobby

Has a meltdown when the game lags

Fall Out Boy blaring in headphones 24/7

No sleep, bad grades, but defeating the final boss was worth it

Shallow (Galatea Candyheart)

Everyone wants to be her friend

Because she has the cool 24 pack of crayons with the sharpener on the back

She has to check her schedule to plan playdates…in preschool

Calls people she just met her best friend

Oh Worm? (Tiger Lily)

Says I love you to the cashier at McDonalds

Holds the door open for people who didn’t ask

Offers snacks and band-aids to everyone including strangers

Cries harder than you do when you scrape your knee

Discord Server Mod (Daisy Wasp)

The only one with conflict resolution skills

Stays up till 3am to moderate the group discussion

“No venting in the general chat”

Calls herself the friend group babysitter

Poor Little Neigh Neigh (Fairyfly)

Puts all the pressure on himself because his parents won’t do it

Complains about the stress he’s under as if it isn’t self-imposed

Thinks it makes him a better person

“Shut up I’m not short I just hit 4’11”

International Harvester (Blackberry Maple)

Posts travel pics at 12pm on a Tuesday

Accepts every single friend request on Facebook

Knows every stranger’s life story

You only ever see him at Thanksgiving dinner

Living Pinterest Board (Orchard Sunrise)

Does school notes about horrible tragedies in cursive with a pink highlighter

Every outfit is coordinated, even the work clothes

Spends hours in the bathroom doing her makeup

Asks you for help but nitpicks every step of the way

Useless Little Fuck (Fireside Jam)

Quotes distracting vines while his family does dangerous yardwork

Tries to carry the groceries inside but spills the whole bag

Offers to carry one (1) thing and hands it back to mom when it gets too heavy

Parents have to re-do all the chores he did badly

End Description.]

9 notes · View notes

spacehologramcollection · 4 years

Text

Kombat Krew and Animal Crossing.

It should come as no surprise that I’ve been playing Animal Crossing a lot recently. I’ve got real life debt in terms of my student loans. And also, debt in the game too! What a life I have and what a world we live in. So, here’s a crossover that no one asked for. Kombat Krew reacting to it/ playing it with their S/O and what kind of villager they’d be! I didn’t do everyone, mainly the ones that I think would/could play the game! And This is such a pure post. Wow. No warnings what so ever. But just because of length of post I’ve popped a cut in, just because it’s a little long!

· Cassie Cage; She’s reluctant to play it at first. When you’re both chatting about it and hyping it up, she’s sipping her smoothie raising an eyebrow. But because she’s a supportive partner, she will watch all the trailers in the hype run. She has to admit it does look cute. She’ll buy you it and can’t help but keep peering up and watching as you run around your island, catching bugs and fish. Smiling at the occasional scream as you try and run from a tarantula. “So, you owe the Racoon money? Wait, why are you paying for more extensions on your house?!” Doesn’t understand till she finally bites the bullet and plays it when you’re not in… within an hour she’s bought it and is playing it. Then it’s on. You find her awake at 3 AM, she’s sat crossed legged on the sofa, playing it intently. Cute dates where you go out to a café and local play. Visiting each other’s islands, planting flowers and taking cute aesthetic photos. Her house is full of bright colours and random assortments of bits and pieces she found cute. Johnny takes the piss out of you both. The fact you’re both sat next to each other on the sofa, playing the same game, and speaking gibberish. Cassie is also slightly competitive; she doesn’t know where she gets it from Johnny and Sonya. So, it’s no wonder that she wins the tourneys, does all of the events and completes the nook mile challenges efficiently.

If she was a Villager: A squirrel. Kind of like Blaire. Normal personality.

· Smoke (Tomas Vrbada): If ever there was a game that fit Smokes aesthetic and general vibe it would be Animal Crossing. How he got introduced to the series was that he was reading peacefully. Until your squeal of excitement disrupted him. Honestly, at first, he thought some shit had happened. Queue him evaporating and appearing mid living room. Only to see you’re happy because there was a leaked trailer for a game. His mouth starts out agape, as if questioning, why you would make such a noise over a game. That expression changes when he watches it with you. He loves it so much… is actually excited for the prospect of living a quiet life on his own Island. Pre-orders with you so you both can play it. Smoke also definitely owns a grey switch. He. Loves. This. Game. Stays up late with you playing it the first days it’s released. His islands name will be something fantasy based. His character has great hair too. Loves planting flowers and tending your joint garden on his island. His house is so neat, and each room has a theme. Everything is in place and organised too. He loves also going to the museum with you and having a look at everything. He loves that there’s a museum. He’s pretty much the Lin Kuei Blathers at this point. And you guys can go on virtual dates to the museum and each other’s towns when he’s away on a mission. Loves playing it whilst you’re both snuggled up in bed together. When he finds out that the different hemispheres have different bugs and fish, he begs Bi-Han and Kuai to get it. Because he wants to flesh that museum out! “So, there’s this racoon that you have to pay your debt off too. But it’s addictive and it’s a great distraction…” “TOMAS IT’S 3AM GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP” – Bi-Han. If he was a villager: There’s a hipster bear in it. So yeah. He’s a hipster bear, he’s basically Beardo. If there were owl villagers, I’d have made him an owl! Smug personality on AC is more polite, gentleman like, so it’s actually not a bad personality.

· Kabal: He’s sure he should be doing work right now. But who gives a fuck when he needs to tend to his garden. Virtual chibi Kabal is living his best life right now. Not having to put up with Kano. His boots are on his desk whilst he plays. He honestly remembers playing the original on GameCube. A friend from school had it and he wanted it so badly, but his mom could never afford it. But now he’s an adult, he can literally buy whatever the fuck he wants. When he finds out you love the series too, he cannot help but smile. He tries to let on that he’s not obsessed, but he is. He preloads it and keeps checking to see if you can play it. Queue him staying up till midnight and waking you up to let you know it’s on. By the time you get up properly he’s filling out the museum, has paid off his first loan and is ready for more. He loves playing it with you, will be a bit of a dick at times, and will totally hit you with net or snipe the bug you’re trying to get. Only for him to gift you it. He’s strategically planned this hit. He’s chosen the Southern Hemisphere and has got oranges. He needs everything. It’s cute how obsessed he is with it. When he’s away, he loves playing it with you, visiting each other’s towns, leaving cute notes on the Notice Board and sending letters. Virtual you and him are so cute. “Hey Kabal, what you playin’?” “None of your fucking business.”

If he was a villager: Definitely an Alligator. Just going off the fact he has a tooth. I’m going with Jock personality. Just because he’s a hyper up and can be intense at times. So probably like Sly.

· Frost: She like Cassie pretends not to care about it. Who has time for games? She sure as hell doesn’t… even though it does look cute, and she does miss having a garden. She finds it therapeutic. Not that the temple has a garden because ahaha it’s fucking freezing and always snowing. Frost is literally acts like an ice sculpture, hard and frozen inside and out. In reality, she’s more like a snowman. Soft and squishy. She does have a soft spot for the game… especially when she watches you planting flowers and making a little garden. If you have a full switch and can create multiple characters, she may get a little emotional that you made her and made her a little garden. Okay. Maybe she’ll play it for a few minutes… *Four hours later* She’s giggling wildly as she catches bugs and plants and waters more flowers. At first, she’s content with just playing the character you made her… but then she finds out from Cassie you can play together. And that’s it. She wants to do cute couple shit on it. Buys the game and surprises you when she sits next to you and reluctantly asks what to call her Island. You’ll both lay next to each other playing it together. She’s hyper competitive as well, so she ends up doing all of the tourneys and winning. As well as helping you out if you’re struggling with a certain part. If she was a Villager: She’s definitely a cat villager. Probably like Katt, quirky looking and a bit mean looking. But on the inside really caring and sweet.

· Kuai Liang (Sub Zero): Why is he playing this again? You said you had a great distraction in mind for him. What he did not expect was for him to be sat on your sofa on a rainy day. Holding you switch and staring from it to the TV in mild confusement. He knew that a new game had come out and it had, in a word, consumed every fibre of your being for the past few days. He loved how happy it made you and would often smile fondly watching you play it… but he didn’t expect himself to be playing it. You made him, pretty accurately, on the game and he’s kind of impressed. You do have to walk him through it, because him and technology do not mix. He does get the hang of it and he has the patience of a saint and the accuracy of a pro angler when it comes to catching fish. You’re pretty damn impressed. He hates to admit how much he loves the game. And it’s kind of cute that you’re sort of playing it together. He may round the corner a few times when you’re playing to ask if you’re advancing the island, because he knows he can’t do it… and he would like to visit the museum and add to it. Secretly loves it. Not enough for him to actually play it himself, but he does find himself playing it in a morning before you wake up. Don’t tell Smoke or Bi-Han he won’t hear the end of it. ‘I don’t have time for pop culture’ BULLSHIT KUAI!

If he was a villager: A Penguin. fucking fight, me on this. He’d probably look like Roald but with a smug personality. Remember Smug is good in this game, I know mind fuck.

· Bi-Han: Okay so the colours hurt his head. They are so bright. Why is that eagle wearing a blazer? What the fuck is going on. If you thought Kuai was confused Bi-Han is next level confused… but he also wants a go. He really wants to play it. He likes to get involved with what you like, and if playing this Mutli-coloured game about living on an island makes you happy, then so be it! Will start off with a character on your save. Before progressing to him eventually getting it himself and ‘borrowing’ the hidden Switch that Smoke has. The one he hides at the bottom of his sock draw, next to his diary, to the left of embarrassing photos of him. You’ll find him playing in between meditation and training. He secretly loves it. He gets a system going and soon has overtaken you on it. Invites you around to show off his pad. Which is a mess, just like his actual room. But it’s got the Bi-Han charm. Totally moves his house to a ledge so no one can visit him. Will play it secretly, pretending to be busy but actually just vibing on a tree stump catching bugs. He loves visiting your island. He’ll change your flowers around, and plant fruit trees for you. He’ll also leave you small presents in your house. He gets into it, but he just likes been able to share a bit of your world. He didn’t have videogames growing up, so it’s nice to finally be exposed to a bit of pop culture.

If he was a villager: He’d be a bear with a jock personality. Would probably look something similar to either Curt or Groucho.

· Jacqui: She’s excited to play this. She remembers playing it when she was younger. Confused the fuck out of her dad. They had a real farm, but she wanted to virtually take care of her plants and trees. Confused him. But when she finds out you love the game too, she’s over the fucking moon. She’s got Cassie to play it with her, but the fact you, her darling S/O love it too makes her so happy! She’s had the same aesthetic and favourite villagers since she was a kid. But she loves all the villagers, she thinks there all quirky and cute in there own way! Her Island is also so organised. She also saved your butt a few times, catching the tarantulas as you ran around madly trying to avoid them. She event split the profit from her trip to tarantula island with you! I’ve always had the HC that Jacqui is artistic, so she makes cute custom designs that look 110% amazing. And has totally made you both matching outfits to wear and take cute photos with. She tried her hardest to make her house into your shared apartment, and to be fair, she did a really great job at it! You and her both lay on the sofa playing it together, laughing and chilling together over takeaway, with a comfy movie on in the background. She loves that you can share this interest and that you can still virtually be together when she’s far away. Will send you letters in game too when she’s away. With stuff she’s picked up and thinks you’ll like or will ok cute in her house. She owns all the shell stuff because it’s so pretty and costal looking. Her house is totally near the beach. She’s always secretly wanted to live near the coast. Jax can’t get his head around that your in her game, and she’s in yours.

If she was a villager: I’d say a wolf villager. Kind of like Audie who’s really peppy and happy go-lucky. Most of her intros are upbeat and can-do attitude like! So, I think it matches her personality really well!

245 notes · View notes

mediocrevideopodcast · 3 years

Note

(I don't know if your matchups are open? If not could you write this one for when they're open?)

I'd like to request an match up, i’m 4'6 (yes I'm 19!) with blonde and brown hair(split) I also have bangs. Ocean blue eyes and a piercing on my tongue, my nose (3) and (6) on my ear also 2 lip piercings! i’m way to clingy and I have an addiction to stuffed animals?! I'm low-key shy but when someone insults me or my friends! They 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 need a doctor. My hobbies are horseback riding, drawing, dancing, singing and watching movies (also being on my phone to much!). I love to draw chibi art. My fav food is anything really! I suffer from depression, anxiety and ED's but I am able to do contortion! (which I'm thankful for) I am pansexual and my ideal date is to just spend hours even days just chilling with each other really. I'm multilingual (Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Dutch, English, Spanish, French, Russian, flemish, and German.)

I match you with...

Leonardo!!

He’s initially really attracted to your style. Honestly, he just thinks you look like a badass. But god, your personality? That’s what really draws him in.

He’s gonna feed your stuffed animal addiction, I’m sorry <3 One of his favorite date locations is carnivals, and he’ll always go out of his way to win stuffed animals for you. That ninja training really comes in handy when you’re trying to beat rigged games at a carnival.

He’s addicted to his phone as well tbh. You guys can have entire conversations on the phone in the same room, and Splinter loses his mind about it EVERY TIME. “Kids these days...” “Dad we’re sharing memes, this is what love is in the new world.”

He is SUCH a good dancer: Both in the goofy way, and the silly 3am in the kitchen way. Dance with him! Throw on some tunes and twirl around on the tile with him. If you’re lucky... he’ll sing to you, too.

Speaking of which, he’s such a good singer. If you’re ever having trouble falling asleep, ask him to sing you something. He’ll card his fingers through your hair as you rest your head on his plastron. His voice rumbles through your whole body, soothing you to sleep almost instantly. He’ll also read to you, if you like.

He’s totally asked you to pierce his tongue. He wants a tongue piercing SO BAD.... please take him to an actual shop in the Hidden City.

Number one supporter in all aspects of life. He’s really kind and caring, and he always tries his hardest to make sure you’re doing okay. Whether that’s helping you through a depressive episode, an anxiety attack, or with your ED, he’s right by your side. Additionally, he’ll totally hold your earrings if you’re gonna throw hands with someone for saying some fuck shit <3 “Go get ‘em babe! I’ll hold your earrings!”

He thinks contortion is so cool!! I mean, come on, he’s a Houdini fan. He loses his mind in the best way possible when you tell him - or better yet show him - what you’re capable of.

He loves how short you are compared to him... forehead kisses UNLIMITED. He’ll also ask for kisses as a tax for grabbing something off the top shelf.

He loves your art!! Chibi art is super cute to him, and he’ll totally ask you for a doodle of one of his favorite characters at some point. He loves all of your art though, honestly. He’ll keep anything and everything you give to him <3

He sounds so white when he speaks Spanish, and HE ISNT EVEN HUMAN. Please tease him about it, but also teach him a little bit more. (He also speaks a little bit of Japanese! He’s been speaking it since he was around four, but really only for basic conversation.) He melts every time you speak in a different language to him... he thinks it’s so attractive, but he can’t exactly place why? His favorite besides Spanish & Japanese is Russian. Mutter sweet nothings to him to make him melt.

He wants to ride horses so bad... Please, teach him how to ride. He’d have so much fun with it, and he looks SO good doing it, too. He’s very sweet to all the horses he meets, and he loves their personalities. He has a dream of just riding horses through an open field with you, someday.

King of Chill. He could spend ages just hanging out with you, honestly! Kick back, watch some movies, maybe play a game or two. It’s nice to just nap with him, too. His breathing is so calm and steady as he traces little designs on your skin.

#im gon keep it real with you.... you sound so fucking cool MUAH......... i was also boucning between a few dif. characters but! i settled #on him. i hope this was okay!! :D #matchup monday #matchups

6 notes · View notes

vangoghmusings · 4 years

Note

No, Daddy is still up but was ending it for tonight for two reasons. 1: because it's, what, just after 3am for you and you should sleep because i care about my kitten and 2: I said I'd leave my chibi-chan high and dry, did I not?

But I see that punk bakugou is around so I'll let it slide this time if you promise to get a full eight hours. Then maybe I'll tell you you're pretty and rearrange your guts, my pumpkin baby.

♡ Kuroo

😌 I got my 8 hours eheheh

#patpat's sin #kuroo 🧮.txt #aldjdhka i woke up to this

1 note · View note

lexthenonbinary · 5 years

Text

main 6 as artists hcs that nobody asked for

Asra:

•painter-the simplistic complex kind

•will paint abstracts and portraits- most of their works combine the two

•they love sleep, but if it’s 3AM and they can’t sleep? they’re painting

•if their dream was bad enough, or pretty enough, or it just happens that they wake up in the middle of the night, they’ll doodle whatever they’re thinking about to paint later- very rarely do they actually get out of bed to do so right then and there

•their pieces either have 100% OR 0% meanings behind them, there’s no in between

•somehow includes faust in all their paintings- whether its the subject matter, secretly included, or obviously included- she’s always there,, tbh people play ‘spot faust’ when they look at any of their pieces

•rarely, but does do 3D paintings, usually they either have to be willing to put a month into a piece or they’re getting paid to do it

Julian:

•doesn’t paint- but does draw all the time

•draws realism- various live models posing, human anatomy “practices” (yknow the one where artists draw all the muscle stands), different body part researches, etc.

•the most “””abstract””” art is his oneline drawings, either he is able to achieve every detail in the face, or he’s able to draw from the head all the way down to each individual toe, it’s fascinating

•sketches in pen (both as warmup and in actual art pieces)

•loves charcoal though- he has that shit all the way his his elbows

•spends 10min or 24hrs on a piece, no in between

•exclusively uses black and white, the most color he used was when he mixed it up one time and placed sticky notes/colored paper on various parts of his piece and drew on them

Nadia:

•sculptor- the kind that puts everything together using various mediums and items (glass, gears, wire, etc.)

•a lot of her art??? mechanically works??? i.e. moving by a flick of a switch, spouting water (there was ink in one of her pieces but the owner of one of the buildings her gallery was in said she had to replace it with water), etc.

•she’s the type to stay up trying to finish her art really really late into the night, just because she doesn’t like it when her art takes more than one day to complete- that does vary depending on how big and small it is, and how complex her artwork would be

•makes really small sculptures when she can’t sleep, or make pieces that are going to a bigger work- it distracts her from whatever is keeping her up

•usually draws before she builds, if she doesn’t know how something is gonna be put together, expect copious amounts of thumbnails or even finished illustrations to figure it out

Muriel:

•sculpting is his favorite thing to do- where he carves out of various mediums or if it’s clay, he builds it

•despite always sculpting, he has a sketchbook filled with various forms of still life. animals, the woods, even people. surprisingly really good at gouache and watercolors

•the favorite part of his works is the time put into them, not the outcome of them, as long as he’s busy, he’s at ease

•going back to to the various mediums part, he’s able to carve out of ANYTHING, give him time

•his hands are dirty constantly- especially when he works with clay. he’s completely alright with the mess, prefers his hands being dirty sometimes- when he looks down it fills him with a sense of calmness may or may not have consumed whatever he was carving out of by accident

•he and Asra have art sessions where neither speak for hours and just sit/stand and create

•the longer it takes for him to complete a piece, the more content he is, tbh

Portia:

•digital artist- the only time she uses paper is when she can’t use her laptop, or if it’s something she’s just Got to jot down (although when she has severe art block she sits with her brother and idly doodles with one of his pencils and scraps of paper)

•pulls all nighters constantly- but yet somehow never suffers from it

•muted pastel colors, neon fucked the 80s, or black/white/gray- THERE’S NO IN BETWEEN

•well known artstyle, it simultaneously does and doesn’t match how she looks like- the reaction when people see her varies

•well known tumblr AND twitter artist, both platforms are kind to her

•when she draws her “artist persona” it looks just like her to the individual freckles- the only difference is she’s usually chibi

•has art in So Many fandoms- a lot of OCs/self inserts in said fandoms, that she actually receives asks/dms about if they’re really in whatever it is or not

*****LMAO I CAN’T FIT LUCIO’S ONE BC TUMBLR’S LIMIT TO 99 LINES?? SO UH IF ANYONE ACTUALLY WANTS TO READ IT SHOOT AN ASK I GUESS

150 notes · View notes

spyninjas · 4 years

Text

Found Giant Tunnel System in Our New House! (Spending 24 Hours in Extreme Hide and Seek for clue)

youtube

Matt and Rebecca Zamolo found tunnel and challenge agents in best trick shot wins and viral tiktok life hacks to distract.

After Rebecca Zamolo created Official New House Tour! (Found Secret Hidden Room Using Extreme Everyday Objects), Matt and Rebecca uploaded “Spying On My Wife in Disguise For 24 Hours! Crashing Date with Crush using Hacks and Girls Struggles” The Real Game Master created “Found Hidden Lake of Secrets While Helping RZ Twin! (Secret Meeting with Game Master Reveals Hacks)”, then the Game Master Incorporated posted “Found Hidden Lake of Secrets While Helping RZ Twin! (Secret Meeting with Game Master Reveals Hacks).” Now Matt and Rebecca must learn how to get into the tunnel system before the Agents find out. First they start with Matt in around the boxes upstairs in the tunnel. Rebecca starts doing viral tiktoks with the agents to distract them. While Matt is searching he discovers some moving boxes that the movers might have left at 3am. Rebecca hears a huge noise upstairs so she goes to find out if she needs to rescue her husband. He just fell so they need to switch places and do a switch up. Matt tries plays best trick shot wins $10,000 on the basketball court. Rebecca found a creepy doll while using her ghost app. Is the new house haunted? She runs out to the game station and tells matt she hasn’t found the tunnel system so he goes back up while Rebecca tricks the agents with a cooking challenge. Who ever makes the best candy pizza wins. While Matt is searching Daniel shows up out of nowhere. He found part of the tunnel system then when they look under a box, there it is. Could this be what gets them into the secret room? Whats inside the box and behind that door? Thanks for watching my funny entertainment mystery vlog videos in 2020!

Read more below or on Ao3.

Chuuya returned home late that night after a draining, fruitless stakeout job, much nearer to dawn than dusk. He opened and shut the door with exaggerated slowness, so as not to disturb the silence of the apartment. As he crept over the threshold to hang his coat and hat on the rack, however, his eyes tracked an angle of light coming from the kitchen.

So, Dazai was still awake. He touched the long tan coat, now hanging beside his and felt that the lining was still warm. Dazai had come home recently then. Somewhat atypical for him, as the ADA didn’t usually keep the same ungodly hours for its staff which the mafia thrived upon.

He called out a tired, “I’m home,” and went about unpacking a bit less discreetly, walking into the kitchen to find Dazai’s lanky form seated and hunched over, head pressed face down into the table, with one finger swirling idly through a half-empty glass of whisky.

Shit.

Chuuya didn’t make executive for the mafia without a keen sense of impending fucking doom, and so he went directly to the wine cabinet and drew up a bottle of merlot, uncorking it between his teeth with practiced ease and only a little desperation. Dazai made no motion to acknowledge his presence.

Shit. This was really not, entirely, what Chuuya needed right now. He approached the counter across from Dazai with a veil of indifference that he hoped conveyed just the slightest hint of concern. Dazai’s mind spun wildly at times, and Chuuya would rather not be caught in any chaos with what was left of his very, very long day.

“Bad day, Dazai?”

Dazai shrugged. “Always.”

Ah, so very bad then. Chuuya placed the Merlot on the counter to let it breathe. “So what happened?”

“Nothing you can solve, little lab rat.” Dazai shifted his head to face him, left cheek still pressed against the table, and his eyes gleamed with a wickedness Chuuya hadn’t seen in a long while.

“Tch-” He drew a sharp breath to steady himself, and then Dazai smiled cruelly, like he had just won something. And that...

That stung. It hurt so much that Dazai would still do this, still press on his past traumas after all this time like it meant fucking nothing,that Chuuya almost took the bait and tore his ugly fucking bandaged throat out. But...

As he breathed, and looked… and breathed, he found that he could see the edges of pain around the wickedness. He could mark the tightness in Dazai’s gaze.

Chuuya was no stranger to lashing out when he simply couldn’t hold every black feeling he had inside of himself anymore. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, leaning over the counter to push Dazai upright and backwards into a seated position. He stared at the tired, empty looking man before him.

“I won’t play games with you tonight, Dazai, I get enough of that from fucking Mori.”

Dazai’s eyes flashed darkly. “Don’t compare me to him.”

“Then don’t act like him, Osamu.” Chuuya sighed. Silence stretched out between them like a wide river until something almost imperceptible shifted in Dazai, which for Chuuya looked a hell of a lot like defeat.

Dazai’s eyes bled from cruel to vacant. Empty.

“Touché, partner.” He raised his glass in a small salute before draining it.

“I’m not your partner, shitty Dazai.” Chuuya cursed. Present crisis avoided, the mafia turned his back on Dazai and walked over to the cabinets, pulling and setting out a glass and pouring himself of the wine he had opened earlier.

Dazai pushed his empty whisky tumbler towards Chuuya’s hands feebly, and his eyes spoke dangerous secrets like please, and I’m sorry.

Chuuya pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed, and poured him a quarter glass of whiskey. He really should’ve thanked Kouyou more extravagantly for that emotion management development coursework she forced him to sit through. If he was going to attempt something that even smelled like a relationship with Dazai…

…Maybe he could send her an edible arrangement. Or something.

“So, what happened?”

“Simply, mon petit mafia, the Agency’s mission failed. We were trying to bust a trafficking ring, and I had collected intel that they would…” Dazai sighed, sipping at the liquor Chuuya had given him. “I acquired bad intel… they were supposed to move the girls out tonight, from the stationary warehouse on Hualien street, however, upon arrival, we were greeted by a team of guerrilla fighters instead.”

Dazai sighed. “They had moved the girls to a third location last night and so, because of me, our opportune moment passed us by~” Dazai whined, staring into his glass, voice growing quiet…

“Odasaku wouldn’t have…”

Nope. Not this shit again. Chuuya could tolerate a lot of Dazai’s strange ruminations, but he drew the line at listening to all the things the mackerel imagined Oda ‘perfect human’ Sakunosuke would do, say, or think about whatever was going on in the present. All those paths only lead Dazai closer to another suicide attempt.

“Shut up, mackerel.” Chuuya deadpanned.

“What~??” Dazai whined. “But Chibi asked me to tell him about my day~”

“Yea, that was back when I thought you had something fucking relevant to say. A shit job is a shit job, don’t sit here and act like you don’t already have 347 contingencies to find whoever you missed today in place, eh?”

Dazai blinked, looking away.

“Eh?!” Chuuya stared at his lover full on, trying to convey both inhuman annoyance and unwavering faith in the lanky asshole’s ability.

Something shifted in the taller man’s face too quickly for Chuuya to catch. Dazai drained his glass and lowered it to the counter.

“Will Chibi take a shower with me, then?”

“Fuck- Dazai, it’s like 3am…”

“But quite frankly, Chuuya smells weird is what I’m saying.” And just like that Dazai was back to his typical façade of bullshit.

He’d have to send Kouyou a gift card for a massage with the arrangement. Maybe one for himself as well.

“Come here, idiot.” Chuuya said as he hauled Dazai’s lanky ass off the bar stool.

- / - / -

Chuuya let the water heat up while he stripped Dazai of his bandages and his idiotic pretenses, scars all laid bare. If the pasty mackerel thought he was getting away with what he said earlier he had another thing fucking coming.

“It’s cold~” Dazai whined, nose burying into the shorter man’s neck. “My second bad idea of this evening~!” Chuuya sighed and rubbed his hands over Dazai’s arms, tracing over the raised flesh of scars and goosebumps.

Chuuya could touch Dazai for hours, every inch was a story.

“Chuuyaaaaaaaa~~~~!”

“Oh my god, quit whining. Go stand in the water then and give me a hot fucking second to take my pants off.” Dazai pouted childishly but did as told, harrumphing himself behind the curtain.

Chuuya took a second to breathe, untying his hair and picking up all Dazai’s shit. Bandages could go in the trash, if the wayward genius wanted to recycle he could clean up after himself.

- / - / -

Washing the grit, sweat, and guilt off Dazai in the shower was easy. Kissing Dazai in the shower was easy. Bringing him out of his head was another matter entirely.

That only happened when Dazai sighed, shifted and hooked his legs around Chuuya’s waist, letting the stronger man press him into the wall, and then press into him as the water fell around them like so much rain.

- / - / -

Chuuya busied himself with rolling out their shared futon and bedcovers while Dazai hung awkwardly by the wardrobe. A quick glance found that his eyes had already begun to darken again.

That wouldn’t do.

“Do you want me to do some deep pressure with Tainted to help you relax?”

Chuuya had discovered a while back after reading something on the internet, that the experience of slight pressure can calm a wandering mind. It had become a bit of a thing between them since.

“If Chibi wouldn’t mind that, ah… might be helpful.” Dazai hid his face away as he spoke, redressing himself in a sweater and lounge pants.

“Lie down then, moron.”

Dazai launched himself under the bedcovers, sliding right into the center of the space. Chuuya pulled himself into a pair of boxers and one of Dazai’s sweaters, which dangled awkwardly on him in a way Chuuya fully knew Dazai internally drooled over.

“Idiot, are you fully covered?” Chuuya crawled onto the futon, hovering over Dazai, tucked beneath the covers.

“Yes.”

“You’re wearing socks, too?”

“Yes, Chibi.”

“Okay, hands out on top, don’t touch the blanket.”

“Obviously, hat rack.” Chuuya activated tainted and pressed unnatural gravity into the bedcovers, perhaps a bit harshly.

“Ah~! Too much!!! Chuuya is mean~!!” Dazai whined. The child.

“Don’t call me names then.”

“Chuuya started it.” He eased the pressure to about 45 killograms and spread it through the blanket. Dazai sighed, his eyes unfocusing. Dazai didn’t like pain, but they had discovered that gentle pressure was a comfort.

Chuuya settled himself down beside Dazai, curling around near his body, but staying above the covers and keeping his skin and hair apart from Dazai’s. He listened to the taller man’s breathing even and shallow out.

Chuuya was once again surprised at how versatile his gift was, and using it to help Dazai in this way was soothing for him as well, another small reminder that not everything had to be destructive, Mori be damned.

Dazai sighed. “Kiss me, Chibi.”

“You’ll screw up your therapy.” Chuuya griped.

Dazai turned and brushed his fingers through Chuuya’s hair and his ability fell away from him.

Their lips met, and Chuuya shifted to straddle Dazai once again, placing his hands on his lover’s chest and using his strength and the weight of his body to press him into the tatami. He would not let Dazai’s mind spiral for a second. Not tonight. Chuuya tracked the man beneath him carefully, relaxing his grip when he saw the barest hint of a wince in the corner of Dazai’s eyes, and strengthening it whenever he heard a whine of loss.

Showers. Sex. Kisses. Pressure.

Such simple comforts really shouldn’t bring someone with Dazai’s laundry list of mental health concerns this much relief and yet, he thought; a man dying of thirst would be glad for even a drop of water.

Maybe it was the same.

So he settled himself over Dazai, and let the man play with his hair, basking in the simple sensation and the warmth left over from their shower. After a while Dazai’s hands slowed, and then stilled. Just when he thought the mackerel had finally fallen asleep, he heard a low whisper.

“Thank you.”

Chuuya smiled stupidly into the covers.

#soukoku #soukoku fic #Dazai Osamu #Nakahara Chuuya #bungo stray dogs #bsd #i upload this to tumblr shyly 34 years after putting it on ao3 #my fic

49 notes · View notes

chibi-kingdom · 2 years

Photo

Scheduled Maintenance | 11PM - 3AM CST!

Good evening Chibi Peeps!We're going to take the site offline for maintenance in about an hour at 11PM CST. We should be back online at 3AM CST with a brand new Gacha! It's going to be a hot one, so get ready! :DWe can't wait to see you all afterwards!

#Chibi Kingdom #Scheduled Maintenance #New Gacha Soon!

0 notes

stimmyvillainarchive · 6 years

Note

facts of the day : my icon of my stim blog is actually a screenshot of akira in chibi when he's naked ; it's 3am here rn ; I made a fucking shitposts some few hours earlier and it's already at 100+ notes and bc of that tumblr doesn't notify me anymore about the notes

Time to report you to the tumblr armed forces for your nudity crime

#asks #friendos #space-cali #Mod Joker

1 note · View note

rtf393q-latina · 5 years

Text

Journal 5

This week I played Mystic Messenger, a Korean mobile visual novel game, released in 2016. I gather that a more literal translation of the Korean title might be “mysterious messenger,” which make sense because the premise of the game is that you download an app, which you don’t know much about, but which jumpstarts this narrative journey full of its own mysteries. Thus far, there have been no mystic elements to the story; photos the characters send have an urban contemporary feel, with recognizable markers of the everyday like public transit, ear buds, or ketchup bottles. Gameplay consists of selecting responses as you participate in the app’s chatrooms, get messages, emails, and phone calls from the characters in the game world, synchronized to your time zone, as if it were happening in real time. The most extensively used element is the chatroom, and a note on its aesthetic because it’s exceptional: in addition to drab bubble text, characters might send an animated emote, chibi image of themselves; they can briefly shake the screen with an angry face that blips in and out as an overlay of the chatroom; they also sometimes send their text in a bubble shaped expressively as a cat or a fluffy cloud, as if written on a cute stationary sticky note; finally, they will also send photos. In addition to the phone calls (recorded in Korean, but with English text to translate on screen), these emotive speech acts go a long way in both making the characters come to life and just in general making it fun and engaging to follow along. In the previous visual novel I played, clicking through text as it endlessly populated at the bottom of my screen in a uniform font would get tedious.

Interesting visualizations in the chatroom. (source)

The narrative and gameplay has three levels. The first, most openly marketed level, is the romantic simulation: there are 6 characters and you can play through to gain the love of one of them. The second level is that you and the 6 romanceable characters are part of an organization that is organizing a big charity party; to get a good ending, you must convince at least 10 guests, whose contact info you collect over time from the romanceable characters, to attend through choosing the right three replies to the potential guests’ emails. The third level is that you are slowly figuring out what happened: the person who had your organizing job before has died or at least disappeared under mysterious circumstances and the way you join the organization is also rather mysterious. So, on the third level, I assume you solve these mysteries. Before I realized the game would not save in the middle of the introductory segment, I ended up accidentally restarting the game 3 times. To keep from being bored, I really tested the different choice routes and got a bad ending right off the bat, thereby discovering that the person who adds me to the charity organization is a malicious-seeming hacker (and if I refuse to follow his instructions he threatens to end me or enslave me and the game ends—very dramatic—I expect more of this as this level of the story unfolds).

Main game screen, demonstrating the different mechanics. (source)

A word on the monetization. 3 romance routes are available from the get go; 2 you need to pay 80 hourglasses for; and for the last one you have to pay 300 hourglasses (there are also some additional dlc-s and one more romance route since the release, which all have an hourglass cost as far as I can tell, in the ~100 range). A guide I read claimed that by playing through each romance route in order, you win enough hourglasses to play the next tiers. This seems reasonable: you can pay money to play exactly the romance route you want right away, or you can invest your time to eventually get there. The other major application of the game’s hourglass currency is that you can pay 30 to unlock all of the chatrooms for one day; therefore, you are able to override the game’s scheduled gameplay and play them all at once or go back to ones you missed because you were not available to play when they opened up. Unlike the other visual novel I played, here money feels like a luxury rather than a necessity; I may be missing the 1am and 3am chatrooms, but I get a brief overview of the main points the characters discussed without me (I just miss sending replies and winning photos and their favor from giving the correct replies). Furthermore, every few hours I earn a randomized bonus and I’m slowly but steadily gaining hourglasses, making me feel like eventually I’ll be able to unlock things while still being free to play. Overall, the monetization feels less predatory as compared to the other visual novels I’ve played so far.

Main monetizated interactions. (source 1, source 2)

Initially, Mystic Messenger does not seem like the best game to discuss with this week’s readings. Rehak argues that “our extension through various media is predicated on the body as root metaphor” and “the body becomes an inescapable aspect of fantasized experience” (21). And in fact, the readings have to do with identifying with an on-screen body. In Mystic Messenger I do not have a game body because the game is in first person perspective. I can however pick a little picture to represent me in the app, much like in regular messenger and email apps. I will elaborate on this aspect in more depth.

The game offers 5 pictures to represent you, or you can upload your own. 4 of the pictures match visually in design with the romanceable characters, and the last is more stylistically exaggerated: an anthropomorphized unicorn with a giant head and enormous eyes. The other 4 only differ in hair color and hair style; 3 have luminescent pale skin and 1 has vaguely tan skin. Overall, I think these 4 pictures are conventionally attractive—light skin, young, thin. As Shaw notes, we can understand some of the creators’ intentions through analyzing the available images. Much like in Martey and Consalvo’s analysis of Second Life, light skin is normalized though these avatar choices. In picking these beautiful characters, players would be gravitating toward beauty like the Second Life players. The game does offer some counter choices, with the tanned character, the comical unicorn, and the choose your own options. I wonder if these singular alternatives only work to emphasize how they stray from the norm and highlight the normality of the 3 light skinned characters.

In order of the game, the first 4 avatars. (source)

To understand why people choose the avatars they do and whether they identify with them, Shaw argues we must use ethnographic methods, so I will try to breakdown my own choices and compare them to the relationships between players and avatars of Mystic Messenger found online. I was not concerned with the questions Martey and Consalvo tackle because I did not expect my choice in this single-player game to affect me functionally or socially. The unicorn suggested that the characters would not take the avatar as a representation of me, which set aside questions of social narrative and whether I would want to embrace or resist the group dynamics of the characters. These questions would not be influenced by my dress.

The unicorn avatar. (source)

I first lingered over the unicorn and considered the chose your option (until I remembered I blocked the app from accessing my photos and cameras; I tend to deny permissions unless I know how the app is explicitly using these things). The reason I moved away from more conventional characters I think has to do with my relationship to femininity. My preferred expression of female-ness tends toward the androgynous end of things and I mostly dislike overt markers of femininity, like pink, flowers, makeup, nail polish, jewelry, skirts, and long hair. Interestingly, I do not find the counter of these things any less feminine because I have a pretty firmly feminine self-conception, I just find things like big baggy pants and short hair have a much more interesting potential for femininity to explore for me personally. Given my relationship to femininity, I often find like Shaw notes that “texts meant to hail us as audience members can if fact distance us from them" (77). Mystic Messenger is in the otome genre of games targeted to women and the avatars reflect conventional femininity. This whole genre of games has initially alienated me because I do not get much from conventional femininity and I would have kept on not playing them were I not interested in why people like them for this class.

In the end I skipped over the unicorn because its long flowing hair and long eyelashes were too feminine for me. I briefly considered the darker skinned character with the shaggy hair because I felt her skin color and less polished hair style suited me better, but I felt reluctant to claim the darkest available skin color. In the end I landed on the blonde with short hair because her hair style looked like mine. Crucially, what I was so obsessed with was not that the character represents my body, but that the character represents my values related to femininity. The blonde was an imperfect choice for my goals, but I treated her from then on as just a picture because one needed to be there to represent me. I did not identify with her or imagine her as a character in the game; she might as well have been a bunny rabbit, in the words of Shaw’s test subjects. But, though the on-screen “body” did not matter to me, much like Shaw concludes about her subjects, the not mattering was a result of not having something that might matter. If there were a character design that I found genuinely cool, would I have identified with her and would it have improved the gameplay? I don’t think my avatar being a placeholder for me makes the game less enjoyable, and that much is supported in Shaw’s findings as well; nevertheless, finding a cool female character, something I feel passionate about because so many representations have been inadequate for me, would have been really special.

Example of a player-uploaded image as an avatar. Could certainly be the actual player, but interestingly, looks like perhaps it is a Kpop star to me. Is this an idealized self? (source)

Screen grabs of Mystic Messenger online reveal that some people definitely put up a photo of themselves into the game. Ultimately I decided I do not like this because then you don’t match the aesthetic of the game and it doesn’t feel like you are a part of the game world. Although I could’ve put up an image that did represent all the things I wanted it to, it would’ve broken unity with the game for me.

I’ve also encountered fanart of the romanceable characters with a specific avatar from the initial 5 options, suggesting to me that some players do get attached to a specific image as a character and/or as a self-representation. I searched online if there was an “What your Mystic Messenger avatar says about you” article, and I did not find one, but I can see the choice being something that unites people in a common understanding/vision about the game. People like to choose identifiers, from clothing to objects and avatars. They like taking personality quizzes.

Fanart of Jumin, the game character, his cat Elizabeth III, and “Red MC” the avatar (source)

This brings me to back to a discussion of Rehak. Although he is interested in the difference between a camera-body and a game-body, he does elaborate on how the camera in both movies and games hails the viewer, giving them “a sense of literal presence, and a newly participatory role” (19). Although my physical presence in the game is very limited, the camera-like function of making the game like just another messenger app on my phone, fusing the game world with my real world through the phone interface, having the characters address me constantly, hails me as a participant in the game. Seeing them react to my responses is pleasurable and I can recognize myself as a bodily participant in the game. (They also constantly ask if I’ve eaten, or if I’m sleeping, showing concern for and calling into being my physical existence.) At the same time, the reflection is never perfect and never will be, especially for games like this where your response is a selection out of two or three options. But there’s something fun about that failure to match. The potential of my physical self existing differently is evoked. (There are some overlaps here with Munoz’s disidentification as discussed in the Shaw.) As Rehak describes it, “"players derive pleasure from avatarial instability. On the most basic level, avatars enable players to think through questions of agency and existence, exploring in fantasy form aspects of their own materiality" (21). More succinctly, my non-self in the game allows me to "toy with subjectivity, play with being" (21) in a way that is harder in real life. Moreover, going beyond the acknowledgment from Shaw that players can enjoy roleplaying their avatars rather than identifying with them, Rehak’s statement prompts me to consider the fun of the physical experience of my body as part of the game. Yes, there are many moments that remind me that the game is imaginary and allow me to play with my identity because I can be someone else in the game; however, there are also interesting, fleeting moments that hail me as a material being that are very interesting. For Rehak clearly these moments can happen both in the third person and in the first person. In the third person seeing your avatar die and recognizing it as an extension of the body may have an effect. It’s also interesting though, how the first person can play more directly with that visceral-ity. It’s something I want to explore more later.

As a final tidbit: reminding me of our discussion about the goose, people sure got a big kick out of imagining the unicorn as an animal character in the game world. Perhaps the real work that remains to be done on avatars and identification is what we do with animals (and furrys).

(Source 1 2 3)

0 notes

zormikea · 7 years

Text

Late summer 2017. Nt brings me to Spain.

The ride there wasn’t very eventful, but it was nice. We had a plane booked for 1pm instead of the usual 3am for once, slept till it was bright outside and left Nt’s apartment on solid legs. The weather was great, the plane was spacious, the bus we boarded after landing was also pretty comfortable.

Then we arrived to our hotel and funny stuff began.

It started with a room that contained three beds instead of two, all of them one person sized and standing wide apart. We quickly decided to move two closest beds together and left the third to our mutual imaginary friend Valera who’s a pretty decent guy when you get to know him better and- I know how that sounds, shut up. Once we got settled, we went to scout the area for supermarkets because the hotel didn’t provide its habitants with free water and we needed it real bad to survive the heat. Actually, I think the temperature might have been a little too rough on Nt because he somehow managed to buy the same bottle of flavored water twice (paying for it in two different stores) and then left his jacket outside our room (I honestly find it endearing because he’s not someone who fucks up often, and when he does he makes that ‘I’m renouncing myself’ face and it’s super cute).

Anyway, first day went okay, and then the next morning came and we went to the beach – and I have to say that the beach we chose is utterly amazing, it’s located away from the main area, hidden among giant stones and cacti that grow everywhere, and basically you won’t be able to find it unless you’re deliberately looking for it, which means few people marring good times. We chose a comfortable spot and lay down there… and ended up burning ourselves so bad we really felt it the following morning. For nearly half a week the closest we came to touching were those awkward hug-pat attempts that unavoidably ended with one of us (or both) cringing in pain and hastily retreating.

(While I’m at the beach part, I might as well mention the honorable moment when Nt encountered a ginger cat chilling on the sand and was very merry about it coming to visit us from time to time. Much, much later we learned that it simply saw the beach as one big litter box and used it when it deemed necessary.)

The maids… weren’t awfully impressed by our decision to move beds together, and every single time they left we found them separated and had to move them back together again. There wasn’t much we could do during day hours when the sun was merciless, so we spent them in our room eating Pringles and watching the only two English-speaking channels nonstop (which were Disney (that pulled me into the SVTFOE fandom) and the other channel that showed survival games and Alasca biker gang adventures 24/7 (now THAT was as captivating as it was disturbing)). During a particularly long evening Nt discovered Pokemon Go and it became the main source of my ‘plz stop’ glares because seriously he kept catching those things wherever we went and uuuuughhhh (even though I must admit I installed that too, later)

When we didn’t go to the beach, we went to the pool. And (hahaha) I remember that one time when Nt stood in the deepest part of the pool and I felt triggered and asked him to help me check if I could reach the floor too. He helped me by pushing down on my shoulders so that I wouldn’t float up and then accidentally hit me into the stomach with a knee (I still have no idea how he managed to do that????).

Then there were various excursions starting from Madrid and ending with chibi countries like Andorra. We went to the latter (ever imagined what a huge mall under the open sky looks like? That’s it), took off with so many bottles of wine we had problems packing our luggage… aaaand somehow missed the most important store there could ever be – the game souvenirs. Mysterion watched me from beyond the glass and I couldn’t reach out and take him. Then there was Barcelona with its Sagrada Familia temple I’ve been dreaming to visit ever since Schizm came out (ohhh gooodddd that game left such an impact on my little soul back then), the Dali gallery in Girona and the city of Terragona (which is supposed to be written differently but the typo is hilarious, I’m not correcting it).

And, of course, we couldn’t leave the country without visiting the famous PortAventura. I’m all for amusement parks, and this place delivered 100%. We bought tickets for two days; Nt wasn’t looking forward to it too much (like, eeeeh?! What’s wrong with you!!) but when we were going through our first ride his view on things changed drastically. We spent somewhere around 16 hours walking around the place in total and took on most of the rides. Some of them even went with us sitting front rows, and I gotta say it was fantastic. I only wish we could come back sometime and have a few more Hurakan Condors and Furius Bacos which I consider the scariest experiences in the park. Really, they’re so refreshing I’d ride them every day. Twice. Maybe even more.

The last day was partially slept through thanks to our neighbors who decided it was a great idea to chat the night away, as loudly as they possibly could. The road home took us nearly 12 hours, and we got to Nt’s apartment all wobbly at 5 in the morning. Hitting the pillow was the best thing I felt that day.

The trip was awesome, though. I’m all happy, smiles and gold under the sun.

Nt saved my summer <3

#rainbow hell

5 notes · View notes